On the Friday of my third week, I had spent the day playing tie up games with the gang at Becca's house. We had bounced back and forth, with each of us being the captor becoming the captive, and vice versa. Becca invited all of us to stay over, with her mother's blessing. In retrospect, Becca's mom let all of stay over because her husband was off on a fishing trip that weekend, and she simply welcomed some company--even from such a crazy crew like us. 

I had initially went over to Becca's house shirtless and barefoot; clad only in a swimsuit. When word came down that we were staying over, I had meant to go back over to my Aunt Jean's to get a change of clothes. However, a severe thunder storm that afternoon put a damper (literally!) on those plans, forcing me to remain in my swimsuit the entire evening. I never actually went swimming that day (I was too busy either getting tied or tying up somebody else), so I didn't have to put up with wearing a wet swim suit. Still, I felt very awkward when everybody around me changed out of their bathing suits into regular shorts and shirts, while I had no choice but to remain in my bathing suit. I felt very much like the odd man out. But Karen, bless her, had went out of her way to make sure that I wouldn't feel awkward. 

Karen had brought along clothes to change into just like everybody else. But she never changed into them. She remained in her two piece bathing suit all night. And this made me feel much better. It was easier for me to weather the good natured ribbing (because we remained in our swim suits, the others kept calling us Aqualad and Aquagirl) because I wasn't alone, Karen was literally right beside me the whole evening. And I suddenly realized that I had a companion that evening, and not in just the way we were dressed; I knew that, in Karen, I had a found a special friend. 

As far as the tie-up games went, the evening itself was pretty quiet. It wasn't until the late hour, when everybody was in bed--or at least supposed to be--that the weirdness began once more. 

I was spending the night in Jim's room. George and I were on the floor in sleeping bags. While George and Jim slept like logs, I stared at the ceiling, too wired to even close my eyes. I got up and wandered around the silent, empty house. It must have been around one or two in the morning. I wound up in the kitchen, here I stared out at the darkened pool outside. 

Just as I took a step backward, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my torso, pinning my arms to my chest. I was hand-gagged, and heard somebody whisper into my ear, "Shhhh! Not a sound!" 

It was Becca. I was in the clutches of the evil dragon lady herself! 

She forced me down to the kitchen floor in a kneeling position, where she placed tape over my mouth. Then she bound my wrists behind my back with rope. 

Once my hands were securely bound, Becca whispered, "Ok, let's go, Aqualad." 

I was forced to my feet, and escorted down to the basement rec room. After Becca turned on the light, she sat down on the sofa with all of the rope she needed. Then, she made me get down on my knees before her, with my back facing her. Once I did this, Becca then tied my ankles together with rope. As I glanced down over my bare shoulder at her, I noticed that she tied the knot on the back side of my ankles, where I could still reach them with my bound hands. 

After my bare feet were bound, Becca then pulled the knot that bound my wrists loose--then retied it so that it was tighter and more secure. Becca caught me glancing over my shoulder at her, and gave my chin a little squeeze with her hand. She double-checked my gag by rubbing her fingers all over the tape, making sure it stuck securely to the lower half of my face. "There, let's see you try and call for help from your fishy friends, now, Aqualad...." 

A note: Aqualad was actually a super hero character from a cartoon called the Superfriends. Aqualad was a water-breathing sidekick to Aquaman, and among their powers was the ability to call on various underwater creatures to perform whatever tasks needed. Although Becca and the others kept calling me Aqualad because I was clad only in a swim suit, the real Aqualad was actually fully dressed in a standard super hero costume. 

Becca herself was barefoot, clad only in an over-sized T-shirt that she favored as pajamas during the summer. Her blond hair was loose and flowed down past her shoulders. I knelt before her, bound hand and foot (and loving every second of it), watching her carefully. She was an infamous tickler who showed no mercy, and I braced myself for an attack. 

Becca regarded me with a smug smile that was not without affection. She reached out and tickled my bare feet with the tips of her fingers. This made me flinch so violently, I nearly fell over--until Becca abruptly caught me in her arms with a giggle. She placed me back into a kneeling position again. Then she grabbed the back of my neck with both of her hands. This made me tense up all over. 

Then Becca did something interesting. She started messaging me. My neck and shoulders were pinched and kneaded like clay under her hands. It felt great! I relaxed immediately. 

"There, isn't that better?" she asked. 

When I nodded, Becca said, "Good, 'cause now I can do...this!" 

She reached out and pulled me close to her and tickled my sides mercilessly. I wiggled and writhed as best as I could, but my bonds, as well as Becca's tight embrace, kept me right where I was: at the mercy of her tickle-happy fingers. 

When she stopped, I found myself lying dazed on the floor. I noticed Becca had suddenly glanced up at the doorway, but when I looked, there was nothing there. 

Still staring at the doorway with a knowing smile on her face, Becca got up from the sofa and left me alone in the rec room without another word. I stared after her, wondering if there was something I did to tick her off. 

After a few minutes on my own, I decided to try and untie my ankles. I bent my body back in a u-shape in an effort to reach the knot binding my ankles with my tied hands. This was still easier said than done. When I heard a slight noise, I glanced up, expecting to see Becca. 

Instead, it was Karen. 

Barefoot, she was clad in a regular sized T-shirt that exposed her swim suit bottom. I was touched to see that she didn't even change into her pajamas--which I knew she had brought with her. She knelt down on the floor and fussed over me like a heroine finding her best friend bound and gagged in the villain's lair. "Oh, Doug! Are you all right? What did she do to you?" 

Then, after still not untying me, Karen drew back with her best melodramatic gasp. And, before I even saw her, I knew Becca was standing there, glaring at the both of us. 

She took Karen captive by wrestling her to the floor and binding her hands behind her back. I couldn't help but giggle when I heard Karen, completely out of character, say, "Ow! All right, Becca, I said I give up, already!" 

Like me, Karen was gagged with tape, then her ankles were tied together. Then, once Karen and I were bound and gagged side by side on the floor, Becca sat cross-legged between us and started babbling this hysterically funny plot about how she would find out the secret of calling fish from us so she could open her own seafood restaurant and thus wipe out the competition--because with our stolen power, she would corner the market on seafood. 

I was giggling wildly under my gag--while Karen, who was never a big fan of the Superfriends, stared at Becca as if she had gone completely insane. 

Becca tickled tortured us in order to force us to tell her how to call the fish (as Karen pointed out to me later, since we were both gagged, how the hell were we supposed to tell her, anyway?). Then, having grown tired, Becca laid down on the sofa and closed her eyes. 

Karen and I exchanged a look over our gags. It appeared Becca was sleeping--but with Becca, you never knew. Nevertheless, we decided to try an escape attempt anyway. We both rolled over so that our bound hands were facing each other. Then Karen found the knot that bound my wrists and went to work on it. After a minute or so, I was able to pull my wrists free. After I untied Karen's wrists, we pulled off our gags and removed the rope from our ankles. 

I wanted to attack Becca, but Karen grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the rec room. We ran up the stairs and straight out the side door. It was a hot and muggy summer evening that greeted us outside, and we stood by the door, momentarily indecisive as to what we were going to do next. 

Karen then went "Oh, I got it! C'mon!" 

I allowed her to tug me over to the playhouse in Becca's back yard, were we bent down through the doorway (a doorway that appeared to have been built for smaller people than us) and crouched down in the darkness within. 

Karen abruptly hugged me--she actually grabbed me and held me close to her. "I'm so glad we're out of there!" she whispered. 

"Yeah, me too," I said, as I swatted something that felt like it was crawling up my leg. Then, when I glanced out the glass-less window of the playhouse, I said, "Uh-oh!" 

Becca had strode out of the house and was now looking through the yard for us. I was amazed at how imperious she still appeared, despite the fact that she stood clad in nothing but her nightshirt. 

I was also amazed at the number of creepy-crawly things that were running around on my skin. I was slapping myself so much that I was afraid the sound might attract Becca. Karen started swatting herself as well. She finally shook her head and went back outside; I quickly did the same. We decided that facing Becca was a fate less worse than being eaten alive. 

Karen removed her shirt (she wore her bathing suit top underneath) and swatted herself and then me with it as Becca came over to us with a big smile on her face. She gestured at the playhouse and said, "Didn't you two know that place becomes bug heaven at night?" 

"Now you tell us," I muttered. 

We were escorted back inside the house. Becca made Karen and I take seats at the kitchen table while she turned on the lamp over the stove. This provided us with enough light without drawing any attention from the rest of the house (or so we hoped). 

When Becca pulled my hands behind my back and bound them at the wrists behind the chair, I said, "You're gonna tie us here? Are you sure this is a good idea? What if somebody comes into the kitchen?" 

Becca just shrugged as she went over to bind Karen's hands in the same fashion. "That won't be my problem," she said laconically. 

"It will be if your mother comes in and we tell her you tied us," Karen told her. 

Becca held her hands up and stepped back from us. "You two really don't want to get tied? Just say so, and I'll stop the game right now and we'll all go to bed." 

Karen and I exchanged a glance that turned into knowing grins. We weren't about to stop the game now, especially when our hands were securely tied behind the backs of our chairs. In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess. 

"I thought so," Becca said as she bent down to bind my ankles. 

She tied my ankles together, with one crossed over the other, then secured them to my bound hands by running a rope from my ankles to the binds on my wrists. This forced my bound legs to be pulled backwards so that only my toes and the ball of my foot touched the floor. Karen's feet were tied in similar fashion, and she gave me this adorably funny look that said, Maybe we should have quit when we were ahead!

Becca gagged us both with tape and then bid us goodnight with a broad wave of her hand and one of her infamous "Cheshire Cat" grins. 

As soon as she left, Karen and I both struggled furiously to free ourselves of our bonds. But, of course, it turned out to be a completely futile gesture, because we soon realized that neither of us was going anywhere. Moving the chairs into position to pull each other's knots loose was out of the question; I sat a the head of the table, with Karen halfway down the side, and our chairs had been pushed under the table, for good measure. I discovered later that this situation forced Karen's vivid imagination to come up with a bizarre plot where she and I had been bound and gagged in the kitchen because we had been bad dinner guests, and were being punished after hours for our rude behavior earlier at the table. 

I admired her flights of fantasy; all I could think about while sitting bound at the kitchen table was what the hell I was going to say to Becca's mother when she came in to make breakfast later and saw us. Luckily, that didn't happen. Because, a half an hour later, my cousin Donna stumbled half asleep into the kitchen. Barefoot, and clad in her nightshirt, Donna gave us this disgusted look through her bleary eyes that appeared to say, Oh for crying out loud, already!

She untied my hands, then turned around and stumbled back to bed. After I untied my feet and removed my gag, I freed Karen of her ropes. By this time, I had grown tired enough to sleep, and Karen appeared the same way. We bid each other goodnight and went into our separate bedrooms. 

I took a few silent steps towards my sleeping bag and laid down next to a slumbering George. No sooner did I lay down and pull the cover over me, than I heard Jim sardonically say, "Goodnight, John-boy." 

"Goodnight, Jimmy," I replied. 

George abruptly awoke in an instant, saying, "What? What's going on?" 

"Nothing," I told him. "Go to sleep." 

"Good night, George-boy," Jim said. 

And that was that. Karen and I swore revenge on Becca, but something else came up before we could carry out our plot. More about that next month. As always, thanks for reading. 

 Doug: I enjoy your stories tremendously. Can't wait to see how this little flirt with Karen will evolve...

 JDS: Of course we want to read your story!

This happened last year when I was 14. I had shoulder length dirty blond hair and blue eyes and I don't want to sound egotistical but other people say im pretty. Ok my parents had gone away for the weekend so after school I called my friend Chris(14) and told him that my parents wouldn't be back until Sunday evening (not like that, we're just friends) and asked if he could do anything. He said "I've got some work to do but why don't you come here at about 7:00. I'll call some other people (referring to other friends) and you guys can sleep over" normally my parents would freak about me sleeping over at a guy's house cause they think we're gonna have mad hot sex or something all night long, but this time wouldn't ever know. Chris and I and a few other friends used to play tie up games when we were young, but we hadn't done that in a few years. Anyway so at 7:00 I was ready to leave, wearing flared jeans and a pink tank top. It was beginning to get dark. I closed and locked the door behind me, and as I stepped off the porch I heard a rustling in the bushes behind me. Before I could turn around a hand clamped tightly over my mouth and an arm pinned my arms to my sides. Now because of the nature of this site you probably have a good idea who it is, but I didn't so I was scared out of my mind! I struggled and tried to yell as I was dragged back toward my door, and a third hand reached into my pocket for my key and opened the door. Then the first person turned me around facing the inside of my house and leaned me forward a little so the other person could grab my flailing legs. I was carried face down, still hand gagged, to my living room where I was pinned down by one and the other began to tie my hands together behind my back. I struggled but got nowhere and my desperate screams resulted in "mmph rph!" once my hands were bound and cinched (tightly I might add), the hand was finally released from my mouth. "What the hell is going on?" I yelled. When there was no answer, I tried to roll over but I was still being pinned down. One took off my shoes and socks and began to tie my legs together while the other appeared before me. It was Chris! "What are you two idiots d-" I was cut short as he jammed my sock my mouth (yes my own sock that I was just wearing >:P), then peeled off a piece of duct tape and sealed it over my mouth, followed by a few more so everything between my nose and my neck was covered with duct tape. "Taking you hostage," he answered. At this point my legs were done being tied and the other person revealed himself as Kevin(15), another friend we used to play tie up games with. "All hostages need to be tortured, right?" asked Kevin. They looked at each other and nodded, then disappeared out of view. I mphed and grunted at them, then froze in horror as I realized what they were going to do. Suddenly my feet were seized and pinned tightly to the floor as fingers ran lightly across the soles of my bare feet. I'm so ticklish that I instantly burst into muffled giggles and screams. The fingers moved slowly up and down the arch then moved to each toe individually. I was in hysterics, half laughing, half crying. Tears streaming down my cheeks, extremely red or even blue at that point, I screamed for mercy. They took turns for about ten minutes before giving me a break. I lay there exhausted, taking in bucketfuls of air through my nose, too tired to even shoot them an evil look when they came into view. "Now for the ransom note," said Kevin, and they both disappeared into the rest of the house to look for pencil and paper. As I regained my strength, I began my escape attempt. I rolled onto my side and pulled my knees up, then pushed myself up with my shoulder so I was kneeling. I leaned back and examined my leg bonds by touch. Kevin had stupidly left the knot on the back so I could reach it with my bound hands. I picked desperately at the knot, hoping they would write the "ransom note" where they were instead of returning first. I finished untying right as I heard them entering the living room. I got up and bolted through the kitchen door, grabbing a knife along the way to cut my wrist bonds, which I promptly dropped. Clumsy me. I didn't have enough time to reach down and pick it up again as Chris came crashing through the kitchen door toward me. I made a beeline through the kitchen to the stair across the hall, barely dodging Kevin who had come down the hall to cut me off. I ran up the stairs, not really knowing what I'd do if I made it. Nowhere much to go up there. That didn't matter anyway, as I was tackled at the top of the stairs and landed with a thud on the soft carpeting. Kevin (who had grabbed the discarded rope) and Chris carried me up to my room, where they retied my legs together, this time knot in front. After tickling me for my escape attempt, Chris said, "we can't go deliver your ransom note if you're gonna be trying to escape and running around like a bad little hostage," I tried to kick him, unsuccessfully. Understand that despite my apparent disdain for the situation, im actually enjoying myself and im not really mad at Chris and Kevin. "I guess we'll just have to hog tie her," said Kevin. "Hey, good idea!" said Chris and ran downstairs, returning with a large plastic bag. It was then I saw how prepared they were, the bag was filled with various ropes, tape, and handkerchiefs. Using another length of rope, they tied my ankles to my wrists behind my back, well you know what a hog tie is. After doing this, they reinforced the rope with a piece of duct tape. "Now I'm off to deliver your ransom note," said Chris. He kneeled in front of me and held a piece of paper up so I could read it. It said, "Stephanie, we have taken Katie hostage. Come to Katie's house alone if you ever want to see her again... " Stephanie also used to play tie up games with us. it was then I realized how deep their game was going... to be continued

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!

Anyway, I have a weird question. You people who have had multiple experiences generally seem to like both tying others and being tied. In my mind, looking at a sweet little hottie struggling while bound is VASTLY different (and much better) than struggling while tied. I myself have neither tied nor been tied, but it just seems to me like anyone here should view one situation with an "omigod, this is too good to be true!!" and the other would merely be "OK, that'll be fun".

So how is it that you people seem to all love them both equally? Or are they actually not equal to some of you?

My girlfriend and i were watching a movie at her house and in one scene a girl was tied up. So I was thinking out loud of how that would feel. She said she had to go to the bathroom and she came back with the perfect cotton ropes. How suprising she had those in her house. She pinned my arms and started tying them. Boy, for not having ever tied a boy up before she did such a good job. I couldn't move! Then, she took my sock and gagged me with it! She reasurred me that both her parents wouldn't be home because they were BOTH gone on a business trip. Then she just stripped in front of me for no reason and teased me by tickling me even though neither of us knew if we liked tickling. I mean, all the right stuff happening at just the right time...it makes the BEST BONDAGE STORY!!!

Don't believe all the stories you read...sometimes they all look the same...

 It came to be about 5:00 and i heard a knock on the door. I knew it was carie so i made sure everything was ready. I went and opened the door and let her in. She asked what my surprise for her was. My reply was that she was going to have to wait.

 We went into the livingroom and watched a movie even though we didnt get to actually see much of the movie. After the movie was over I told her that i would be right back that i was going to get her surprise and i went into my room while she sat on the couch wondering.

 I returned moments later with a small duffle bag. I told her to close her eyes and laydown on her stomach. When she did i climbed onto her back, pulled her hands behind her back, grabed a length of rope out of my bag and began to tie her hands palm to palm. I clinched the rope around her wrists and went to work on her ankles, tying them in the same fashion. By this time she was asking me what the hell in was doing. I told her to just relax and trust me. She said "ok" which was a shock to me. I thought she was going to have a fit.

 After clinching off her ankles I tied above her knees, her two big toes, above and below her breasts (over the arms of course), and I finished it off by taking one last length of rope and connecting her wrists to her ankles putting her into a very strict hogtie. I asked her if she was ok and she said she was fine. Then i asked her how it felt and if she liked it? She responded in a way i wouldn't have guessed, she said, "it feels a litle weird because i am completely helpless but i do kinda like it." I left her this way for about another half an hour then figured that this was enough for a beginner and untied her. She later told me take she loved it. If anyone would like to hear more of my stories just say so. 

Susan�s mom and dad were quite a bit younger than my parents. He had become financially successful in industrial sales and was often gone the better half of the week. Susan�s mom, who I will call Beth, had become used to the loneliness by indulging in clothes shopping. I remember her closet, which we would sometimes hide in, was nearly as large as my bedroom. Beth�s natural good looks and the fact that she would always dress in the latest styles made her quite the fancy of a certain preteen boy. I always thought she looked like a classic California girl, with long blonde hair and dark tan skin to match. At that time miniskirts and hot pants were the rage, so I got to see a lot more of her than you would see nowadays. I can�t imagine ever having a job like Susan�s dad that would take me away from a woman that looked like Beth. I digress. 

In those days nearly every mother stayed home, so Susan�s mom was constantly around during our games. My mother was also home, but Beth�s freewheeling style made Susan�s home the place of choice for our games. My mother had her hands full with my younger siblings and was quite content to let me disappear for hours at our neighbors. Those hours led to many an adventure. 

On one particular day, Susan indicated that she was bored with our regular games and was interested in something new. I would have loved to suggest something involving rope, but my shyness over my newly discovered interest kept me from saying much. I now regret the number of opportunities lost over my inability to make strategic suggestions. Sometimes though, things just fall in your lap. 

We made our way down to where Beth was working and Susan inquired about interesting things we could do to pass the time. Beth�s suggestion, among many that were quickly rejected, was to pull down some of the old clothes boxes in a back closet. This did not initially sound interesting to me, but Susan�s enthusiasm prompted me to follow. As we made our way upstairs to the back of the house, Beth asked that we excuse her as she had shopping to do. She left shortly thereafter leaving us to our own devices. 

In the boxes we found numerous articles of clothing: some that were simply old; some that were more theatrical. As Susan dove into the frilly women�s clothes, I mulled over the collection of sports regalia. Soon Susan was joining me, trying to figure out something interesting for me to wear. She finally found a top hat, a fake mustache and a black suit. As I tried them on, she remarked about the resemblance to our revered hero, Dick Dastardly. We found a cane to go with it and I looked into a mirror to discover a dopey kid in overgrown clothes. Susan, however, saw the makings of a villain. Completely clueless about the possibilities, I sat and watched her as she picked out some pink frilly clothes so she could be the damsel (I don�t remember a name here, please forgive me.) Of course to a boy, the object of dressing up is to take the clothes off and play. Susan saw things differently. She insisted that we play a few rounds with our newfound characters. I reluctantly went along with the suggestion. 

The games began with a round of hide and seek and a little chasing to ensue, but these games were short and not that fulfilling for either of us. Susan then suggested (I told you I was too shy to push things) that I capture her and take her prisoner similar to the cartoons. I agreed. After a thoroughly satisfying capture (dripping in sarcasm), Susan suggested that I imprison her in the bathroom. Obvious, this quickly become boring as I simply sat outside the door posting watch as she fiddled around inside. Things progressed as the next game Susan proposed that I actually tie her up following the capture. She would then try to escape as I went elsewhere in the house. This sounded interesting to me, but I was not going to push things. Susan scouted around and found several pieces of white rope in a utility room. Our game began and I quickly caught her. She positioned herself on a chair and I tied her hands together behind her back. She seemed to relish in the new opportunity to play up her character although it sounded a bit more like Scarlet O�Hare than a damsel in distress. Using more rope, I tied her feet together and wrapped another rope around her chest, pinning her elbows to her side. She seemed quite content in that I had not patronized her with easily escapable bonds and I left the room. Nevertheless, it took not more than five minutes and she was free, finding me downstairs getting something to drink. Her sudden appearance scared the dickens out of me. 

I thought that another round would follow, but Susan seemed bent on the idea of being a villainess herself. This would just not do. I was the one dressed in black�I had to be the bad guy. Recognizing the problem, Susan struck upon an idea (and this is where it got interesting.) Her mom was likely to be back shortly. Susan was sure that she would join us in a round or two. Thus, Susan and I could both be villains. She and I made our way back to the closet and she put together a costume in black. We looked quite the pair. Our grand plan was to jump Beth as she walked into the house, �subduing� her and taking her prisoner. Our plan quickly went to shambles as we heard the door to the garage open�Beth had returned. Not quite able to cope with this alteration in plans, we did the next best thing and ran downstairs to confront her. 

I believe now that Beth is responsible for my partiality towards miniskirts and boots. We rounded the corner to find her looking through her purchases. She was stunning, wrapped in this one-piece sky blue minidress�low cut and sleeveless. Her legs were encased in skintight white patent leather boots that reached up over her knees. The contrast with the tan skin made the effect even more breathtaking. 

Of course, we were quite the sight ourselves. Beth had to stifle a laugh as these two �goons� dressed in black approached her. 

�And who are you two supposed to be,� she asked politely trying not to giggle. 

�Dick and Darla Dastardly,� Susan quickly retorted. I don�t know where �Darla� came from, but her quick reply impressed me. 

�And what can I do for you two villains,� Beth continued. 

I let Susan continue. �We intend to kidnap you.� 

Now most mothers would have suggested another game, or asked for a pause in the action as they settled in, but Beth was, as aforementioned, quite the freewheeler. In fact she immediately went into character. 

�Now don�t hurt me please. It�s just little ol� me.� 

Susan didn�t hesitate. Realizing that in our haste, we had left the rope upstairs, Susan quickly commanded me to get it. As I ran from the room, I could see Susan likewise directing her mom onto a chair. I returned with the rope, handing it to Susan. As if by telepathy, Beth put her hands behind her back, holding her wrists together so that they could be tied. Susan snugged the rope, surprising Beth with her thoroughness. Beth remained in character though, just protesting, as a damsel would no doubt do. Susan handed me a rope, instructing me to tie Beth�s ankles as she began to wind the long rope around her mother�s chest. As I prepared the rope, Beth broke character for just a minute to remind me that those were expensive boots, and she would appreciate me taking care not to damage them. I was happy to oblige her. I grabbed her ankles and slid them together. The patent leather was smooth and tight, and so thin that I could feel her legs inside the boots. I hesitated for minute to consider tying the rope around the ankles and wrapping it up and around her heels. The chunky heels of the day made for a great place to secure a rope, but I was afraid that more exposure to the rope might agitate the patent leather�and I definitely didn�t want to be on Beth�s bad side. I tightened the rope being careful not to let it rub. When I looked up I saw that Susan had finished tightening the rope around Beth�s chest�just under her breasts but pinning her elbows to her sides�and was looking down at me. 

�That took you long enough.� Susan was not one to mince words. 

I would have likely stammered out an idiotic answer if Beth hadn�t interjected that I was being especially careful just like she had asked. 

We still had a piece or two of rope and Susan began to evaluate the situation for more opportunities. Her suggestion that a rope be used to tie Beth�s knees together was quickly shot down by Beth, but this time in character. At this point, I was sure that our job was done. I could see that Beth was struggling a little; perhaps surprised that Susan had been so thorough. She also seemed to grimace at times. 

Beth slipped back out of character for second. �Susan, I know this game is fun for you, but my wrists are chaffing a bit from the rope. I�m not sure how long I can play this.� 

My hopes were dashed. I had anticipated more than this, but the gambit appeared to be up. 

�Perhaps you can find something else to tie my hands. Meanwhile, can you untie me? I promise not to escape.� 

Susan, always the responsible child, quickly began to loosen the ropes around Beth�s chest and wrists. I motioned as if I was going to untie her ankles, but Beth gave me a quick shake of the head. There was still hope. 

After the ropes were loosened, Beth began to rub her wrists. They definitely showed signs of being intertwined with rope. As she massaged her wrists she also noticed rope marks on her upper arms, where the chest rope had been knotted. (I�ve noticed these same marks after I tie up my wife�and we use the same remedy, as you will soon see.) Not giving up, Susan began to suggest various instruments that could be used to tie someone, i.e. ties, belts, etc. All were discarded for various reasons. Beth suggested that we wrap something around her wrists before applying the rope, like a sock. Susan ran for a sock out of her drawer and tried to use it to protect her mother�s wrists. However, the attempt to hold it in place while tying her wrists proved to be too cumbersome. I was again losing hope. (Keep in mind that this all happened within a minute or so.) 

The answer turned out to be simple, but ingenious. Unfortunately many of you may not believe me because it also sounds too contrived�but stranger things have happened. I would have never come up with the idea myself but Beth thought of it quickly: gloves. Susan ran to her mom�s bedroom and fetched a pair of white wrist length gloves that Beth quickly donned. The ropes held tight and the wrists were protected. Of course, this meant no chest rope. As Beth saw the dismay on her daughter�s face (and surprisingly I saw it to; I guess Susan was used to getting what she wanted), she must not have been able to keep herself from helping. 

�Untie me and we�ll find a better solution.� 

�Like what,� Susan asked somewhat dejected but showing signs of hope. 

�Did you see any gloves in the boxes you opened,� Beth quizzed. 

�No.� 

�Untie me and I�ll help you find some,� she continued. 

Susan and I quickly finished unbinding her mom, ankles and all. We followed her into the back bedroom upstairs where we had left our mess. After a quick search, Beth opened a box yet untouched and pulled out a pair of long white gloves. 

�I wore these at my high school prom back before you were born. They were a present from your grandmother,� Beth revealed as she slid them onto her arms. �Feel them, they are made of kid.� 

We both touched the gloves. Kid was new to me at the time. I had no idea that this was leather. For the longest time I was sure that �kid� meant some type of new material that impervious to wear and tear from children. You live and learn. 

�Why were you throwing them away,� Susan inquired as I pondered the same question myself. 

�I�m not throwing them away, we only put clothes that we don�t plan to wear for a while in this closet. These aren�t in style anymore.� 

The subject seemed closed as we walked back to the kitchen. Beth smoothed the gloves on her arms and reminisced I think. She seemed somewhere else for a moment or two. I was enamored with the view before me. If I hadn�t been there I would never have believed it: the sky blue minidress, those beautiful tan legs tucked into the tight white boots, and the soft shiny gloves that seemed to cover Beth�s arms from fingertip to shoulder. Her beautiful tan set off the vivid colors that she adorned. That is a picture that I will never get out of my mind. I wished for a camera to savor the moment, but never would I have dreamed of asking for the picture. Voyeurism remains the everlasting destination for the shy. 

We arrived back in the kitchen and the adventure began anew. Rope was applied and not a complaint was uttered. As we stood back to view our prisoner, Beth nodded in appreciation for our consideration for her comfort. She struggled a bit, but quickly convinced herself of her helplessness. 

�So now, what is the game,� Beth asked forgetting to go back into character. I think the length of time for problem resolution had dulled all our minds of the original intent. 

Susan thought for a second and, off the cuff, said, �You try to get free and we will hide.� This made no sense to me, but I was along for the ride at this point. 

�And if I get free, what am I to do,� Beth inquired further. 

�Find us,� was the quick but seemingly meaningless reply. 

�And can I use any method to get free,� Beth continued. 

Susan looked at me as if I had an answer to that question. Suddenly on the spot, I blurted �sure.� 

My eardrums exploded. Beth let out a sudden �desperate� yell for help and then just as abruptly she stopped and smiled. 

I looked at Susan. She was as shell-shocked as I was. I had no idea that Beth had suddenly decided to help us incompetent kidnappers. I wanted to run for cover before the police arrived. 

�Did you forget something,� Beth smiled, nearly laughing from our apparent dazed look. There was a twinkle in her eye. I had a feeling then that she knew something that we didn�t. For all her helpless predicament, Beth seemed to be in control of the situation. This is disconcerting for the amateur kidnapper. 

�Are you going to keep me quiet,� Beth repeated trying to break our sudden lapse of thought. �Real kidnappers keep their prisoners quiet.� 

�I know you both would be quiet if I were to kidnap you.� It was only later that I realized the hint she was dropping. I think they refer to it in literature as foreshadowing. Of course, I wasn�t reading a book at the time so it went past me. 

�Go get some handkerchiefs from your father�s dresser drawer. Top one on the left I believe.� Susan ran to fetch. 

In Susan�s absence, Beth continued. �You can blindfold me too if you like, but I�ve already know who my captors are.� She winked. 

Susan returned with a handful of white handkerchiefs. 

�Do you want help,� Beth asked. Susan nodded. We both felt that we were already within her powers. 

Looking at me, Beth continued. �Fold a handkerchief long ways so that it is about the width of my chin to my nose.� Silly me, I actually put my hand up to her face to make an actual measurement. She snapped at me playfully as if she was going to bite me. I jumped. 

�Susan, you can put a wadded handkerchief in my mouth, but please don�t push it in too far. Then tie the other handkerchief over my mouth. And please do it over my hair. I don�t want my hair tangled in a knot.� 

Susan complied, using the white handkerchief that I had folded. She snugged the cloth tightly into a knot behind Beth�s head. I remember there being plenty of cloth left after the knot and it hung down behind her head. The handkerchiefs must have been big, not like those you find nowadays. 

Beth looked at us and gave out a �mmpph�. I remember liking the sound. She looked so helpless. The contrast comes back into my mind�the dark tan of her face against the blazing white of the gag and the whites of her eyes; her long blonde hair pulled tightly to her neck where the handkerchief was knotted; the smooth whiteness of her gloves and the white rope that held her hands together; and the shiny tight whiteness of her boots. 

I was so enamored that I forgot my shyness for a second and blurted, �we ought to get a picture of this.� I guess figuring that the blackmail material might be useful someday, Susan ran and got a pocket instamatic from her room. I don�t think this was within Beth�s realm of acceptance as she struggled and �mmpph�ed a bit before the pictures were taken. Susan took two shots, but I never saw them developed. I asked her for them once, but she something about her mom having the film. I�d love to see them now. 

I took one last glance at Beth as we headed for our hiding spots. Susan turned only once to say that we�d return in thirty minutes to release her. Foolish bravado. 

Susan ushered me into the room with the clothes spilled unto the floor. There was a small television on a dresser and we began to watch cartoons. I asked why we weren�t hiding. Susan scoffed at the suggestion that her mom would get free. 

Time passed. Five minutes. Ten minutes. I inquired about the need to check our prisoner. Susan balked. �If you want to go check her then do it yourself.� 

I waited. We decided to change back into our regular clothes. The initial excitement of the game was being dampened by time. 

Another ten minutes. Only ten minutes to go. I asked again if someone should check on her mom. Again Susan suggested I go. I didn�t want to be gutless, so I went. 

As I walked quietly down the hall, I listened for movement downstairs that might suggest Beth�s current status. 

Nothing. 

I crept down the stairs. Not a sound. As I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I had no idea what to expect. 

Nothing. 

You read correctly. The chair had been neatly pushed back to the table and the rope and handkerchiefs were missing. It was as if nothing has occurred. 

My curiosity was peaked. Although my sense of danger was incredible, I had to know what was going on. I was sure that Beth would be changing in her room and the game was over, but I had to know. As quiet as a cat, I made my way stealthily over to Susan�s parents� room. No lights were on, but the room was not dark, just very quiet. I turned to look for their bathroom�the entrance was across the room. As I entered Beth�s room, I felt a movement of air. The door swung shut behind me. Before I could turn, a gloved hand clamped over my mouth while another pinned one arm behind my back. I knew there was no intent to hurt me, but the movement was swift and decisive. I was pretty helpless against a woman more than thrice my age. 

�It�s your turn Mr. Dastardly,� Beth giggled. 

Her sense of humor put me at ease. This was definitely still play. 

�I am going to release you, but you have to cooperate.� 

I nodded, not being able to mutter a word at the moment. 

Beth released me and led me over to the bed. �Sit down here,� she pointed. I followed her directions. 

Beth handed me one of her husband�s long sleeve shirts to put on. The shirt was much too large and the sleeves covered my wrists. She had thought of everything. As she wound rope around my wrists she asked several times whether or not I was okay. I had no complaints. Finishing my hands she wound a rope around my torso, pinning my elbows to my side. Another rope was used to tie my ankles together. She stepped back. She was still wearing the same clothes as before. I was amazed that she could be so quick and quiet in those heels. 

�I am going to put a handkerchief in your mouth,� she warned. �Keep it in the front of your mouth. I don�t want you to swallow it.� Beth smiled. 

A wadded handkerchief was pushed into my mouth and another knotted tightly over it. Beth smiled as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. 

�Just tell them that the blue Avenger was here,� Beth giggled as she pulled up her gloves. She reached down to collect the rest of the rope and handkerchiefs to take with her. As Beth left the room, I knew that she definitely still had some childishness in her. 

I could hear her walk through the kitchen, obvious uncaring about whether or not Susan knew she was coming. I could make out the groan of the staircase as she made her way upstairs. Susan didn�t have a chance. 

�Susan,� she called. 

I heard some running upstairs and then everything was quiet. 

It was a matter of a few minutes when I heard footsteps coming my way. Marching Susan in front of her, Beth led her to the bed next to me and fastened her ankles with rope. I glanced at Susan. She was as helpless as me, tied in basically the same manner. 

�I guess the blue Avenger got the better of both of you,� she snickered. �I�ll be waiting for you in the den,� Beth added as she took off her gloves and threw them on the dresser. We both quietly watched her leave. 

About ten minutes passed before she returned. 

�I just couldn�t leave you two like this any longer,� probably contemplating what she had done to a neighbor�s child. I wasn�t complaining, but then again neither Susan nor I were saying much of anything at all. We had made no headway towards freeing ourselves. I think Susan was more relieved to be free than I. She never liked being the prisoner and would only do it grudgingly. 

�Just remember, turnaround is fair play,� Beth reminded us as she walked out of the room. 

A vivid memory. I wish there were more, which is not to say that there was only once. 

Childhood play becomes adult obsessions. But then again, that is why we are all here, isn�t it? 

 Reanna tried to pull out of my grasp, but I pinned her down on the couch. I tied her wrists behind her back, and used one of the handkerchiefs in my pocket to cleave gag her.

 " Aparently Beth didn't tell you al the rules," I said to her." When someone gets loose, all bets are off."

 I tied her ankles together, and sat her up on the couch. She tested the strength of the knots, and found them to be good and tight.

 " Well," I said." As soon as Beth gets in then it's game over."

 I walked over to the dining room to galnce out the window. I saw my sister Janet walking up the street with her friend Carrie. Beth was walking down her driveway, to deliver my "ransom note" to them.

 I walked quickly back into the living room and grabbed some rope and a bandana from Beth's backpack. The trap was abpout to be sprung. A few minutes later, the front door slammed and Beth walked into the room. She was about to start bragging when she saw Reanna sitting on the couch, where I should of been.

 She looked over at me, sitting on a smaller sofa holding the rope and gag. Beth let out a resigned sigh, and turned her back to me and placed her hands behind her.

 " This stinks." She muttered as I bound her wrists." You really are a pain in the butt."

 I laughed as i took the bandana and gagged her with it. I sat her on the sofa and tied her ankles. She gave me one of those looks that could kill.

 " Geez Beth." I said." You sure are a sore loser. I got you two fair and square."

 I stood back and admired my handiwork. They sat on the oppposite couches, squirming to get their wrists free. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 5p.m. Beht's mom would be home soon.

 I untied them both and helped pack up all the rope lying around. Then we decided that we would get Janet Carrie and Ben when all three were around. Thus setting the stage for the next game.

After the game on Friday night, everyone had slept over at my house. With my parents gone there were no objections, except maybe their parents had they known. We spent the rest of the night watching TV and drifted off one by one around midnight. In the morning after breakfast, Stephanie had to go home and do some chores she was supposed to do yesterday but could come back later. Kevin and Chris also said they had to go, but didn't say why. I was kinda disappointed, but Lisa said she could stay and hang out. After walking around town, watching TV, and hanging out until about 6:00pm, we decided to see a movie, but she had to go home to get some money. A few minutes after she left, I changed into a light-blue tank top (the kind with the straps for shoulders as opposed to the kind like a t-shirt with no sleeves, do they have different names?), short jean cut-offs, and flip-flops. I decided to see if Chris Kevin or Steph wanted to come. I started with Chris, who lives three houses down from me. Walking by, there was no real reason I should have noticed that the car wasn't in his driveway, meaning his dad wasn't home, but it could have at least been a clue. As I approached, I saw that the front door was wide open and the hall rug was mussed. I ran in calling, "Chris?" and made a left into the living room to reveal Lisa (wearing the same khaki pants and white tank top she had worn the night before) sitting in a chair tape gagged, with Chris finishing tying her legs together and Kevin starting to tie her hands together behind the back of the chair. Chris was wearing baggy jeans and a white t- shirt, and Kevin was wore baggy khakis and a brown t-shirt. Then it dawned on me what happened. Lisa lives five houses down from me, two down from Chris, so she would have passed by his house on the way to hers. Chris and Kevin had been waiting to ambush her in revenge for sneaking in a freeing me and Steph last night. When Lisa saw me, she her eyes widened and she let out a grunt, alerting Kevin and Chris. Upon seeing me, Kevin hastily finished her hands and joined Chris in his advance towards me. Since I had happened upon them, my mind was racing. I could run, leaving Lisa in their clutches and not necessarily ensuring my escape anyway (I hate to admit it but the guys are faster and stronger than me), but instead I came up with a rough plan. I did my best to look calm, put my hands on my hips, and laughed. "Way to go, Lisa!" I said smiling. The guys froze. Lisa looked dumbfounded. "Nice work, boys. How much do you think we can get for her?" I said smiling and playing along with the kidnap scenario. I tuned to close the front door then approached the guys without fear, trying to make them drop their guard. They were hesitant at first, but seeing my unwavering expression, Kevin spoke up, "a million at least!" Chris I think was a bit more suspicious, at first he didn't take his eyes off me, so I didn't get a chance to wink at Lisa. Recovering from her shock, she shot me a look that could scare away a pack of wolves. To further cement my masquerade, I bent down and removed Lisa shoes and socks. I wouldn't have thought her look could be any more evil, but she managed it. Again I was going to wink to reassure her, but Chris was instantly by my side, watching me. I began to tickle her arches, lightly at first but slowly speeding up. She wasn't as ticklish as me, but I managed to break her down. She flinched at first, then began to shake all over still suppressing any audible sound. Finally she burst out laughing and screaming through her gag. I carried on for a few minutes, then let Chris and Kevin have their turn. After about 10 minutes we let her rest. Finally convinced of my loyalty, which was false anyway, Chris said, "you guard her while we get Steph. She said she's come back to your house around now." I nodded. I walked with them to the door, and watched them for a few minutes to make sure they were actually going. Then I turned back to the living room to see an empty chair and a pile of discarded ropes. Lisa had escaped! I couldn't believe this, I had only turned my back for a few minutes. Then I realized that Kevin must have done a bad job of tying her wrists when he hastily finished upon my arrival. I was about to enter the living room when I realized in horror that she still thought I was on the guys' side. I called out, "Li-" With movie-like timing she clasped her hand over my mouth and wrestled me to the floor. I struggled and tried to tell her it was just a plan but she thought I was trying to alert the guys. Under the unspoken "rules" of our games, if you were surprised like this you were officially captured, although it was encouraged that you struggle to add realism. You can, however, call for help if captured, a "rule" I pushed for to encourage hand gagging. So she thought my struggling was just an act, not to mention the fact that she was mad as a hornet at my apparent betrayal. "You little traitor!" she said fiercely, pinning me to the floor. "But I-" I managed to get out in the split second she removed her hand to shove a handkerchief in my mouth and seal it with a few layers of duct tape. "That's the last time I ever help you out. If I had known you were going to turn on me I never would have freed you!" She finished putting me in a vicious hog-tie so tight my I couldn't move one limb individually from another. Then she removed my flip-flops and siezed my feet, tracing her fingers up and down the arches. I instantly burst into hysterics. I fought to keep myself upright and tried to jerk my feet away from her fingers. For about 10 minutes she unrelentlessly tickled each toe, ball, heel, arch, and evewrything in between. Tears steamed down my cheeks as I finally got a chance to catch my breath. I didn't get to rest long, as Lisa soon pulled me down the hall to the linen closet and forced me in the cramped area under the bottom shelf. She then packed the space in front of me with towels from the other shelves, hiding me from view even if the door was open. It was pitch black and there was barely even enough room to struggle. Then she closed the door, pressing the towels further into me. After a few seconds I heard a muffled slam, which I knew was the front door closing. All I could do besides futiley struggle was wait for Chris or Kevin to return. And I loved it. As Doug often does (the Doug with the stories about Karen and Becca and other people, not the new doug. Love your stories Doug!), my imagination ran wild at times like this. I imagined I had come home to a bunch of robbers who tied me up and stashed me in the closet until they finished robbing the house and wrote the ransom note. Then they would take me to their lair where I would remain a bound and gagged captive for who knows how long until my ransom was paid. Overactive imagination, huh? So I lay there hog tied in a pitch black closet in Chris's empty house, not knowing when anyone would return at all. To be continued...

 Over in the drapery section worked a girl named Sara. She was 18 at the time and her high school had just let out for the christmas break. Sara had long black hair that cascaded down past her shoulders, and two of the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen. I often daydreamed about what it would be like to tie her up just once.

 Well this particular night Sara and i were both closing. We had a harmless flirting friendship with each other, often going to lunch or dinner together and having some good laughs. At dinner this one night we were talking about weird dreams we've had.( mine being borderline stupid, once involving homer simpson, a demon and a school bus) Well Sara starts going on about this dream she had a few nights ago, where she was leaving work and some guy kidnaps her.

 I have to admit I almost choked when she said that. She went on to say about how this guy took her back to a house and kept her bound and gagged, while trying to extort a ransom from her parents.

 I asked her if the dream scared her, and she said no. It actually got her a little excited. Well this was all working out to be too good to be true in my mind, so I subtley changed the subject, while thinking how I could approach her about letting me kidnap her.

 After talking about a few other things, we both had to get back to work, so we walked back out to the main floor. On the way Sara made the remark that she wished she could expirence her dream, just for fun. Not commenting i went back to my dept. and thought about how best to approach it with out coming off as weird.

 An hour before closing i took my last smoke break and wandered over to Sara's dept. I told her I had an idea about her dream, and if she'd want to hear it. She said she did, so i quickly explained about the "kidnapping" games we had played when i was younger. Then offered to kidnap her the next night if she was willing.

 Sara said she'd have to think on it. So i told her to let me know after the store closed. I went outside and smoked a cigarette, went back inside straightned up, closed out my register and waited for the manager to lock up the doors to the mall.

 After bringing my cash drawer downstairs, I went back upstairs to get my coat from the breakroom. As I walked up the stairs, Sara caught up to me. She said she'd be willing to try my idea, but it have to wait untill she got off work. I had off the next night so I told her I'd meet her in the parking lot after closing.

 Lucky it worked out, because my sister Janet was going to her college boyfriend's houdse for the holidays, and my folks were going to visit my aunt in the next state over. The house would be all mine. I went out to the garage, and found some clothesline rope and a roll of duct tape. I then went back into the house and dug through my closet and found my old bandanas from when we used to play our kidnapping games. Not sure whether they were clean or not, I put them through the washer about 4 times. Now all I had to was wait until tommorrow night. 

 The mall was only twety minutes away so took the opprotunity to get something to eat. While I was sitting out in the food court, I saw Sara standing online to get some coffee from the donut stand. She had her hair in a ponytail, and was wearing some black slacks, a maroon sweater over a black turtleneck.( women in turtlenecks drive me crazy for some reason.) I knew that i was going to enjoy what was to come after she got off work.

 Soon they made the closing annoucement, so I walked outside to have a smoke and wait for Sara. About 15 minutes later she came walking over. She followed me to my parent's house, since leaving her car in empty mall parking lot would've garunteed it getting stolen.

 We went inside and I explained the scenario I had thought up. I was going to go drive around for about 10 minutes or so, then come back. Sara would be watching tv or something and i would play the part of a burglar that catches her off gaurd. She agreed and i hopped into my truck and drove off.

 About fiteen minutes later I quitely pulled up in front of the house again. After getting my backpack full of rope out of the back of the truck, I crept around to the back of the house and let myself in through the back door. I heard the t.v. upstairs. Checking the rest of the downstairs I then put my plan into action.

 The stairs in the house were squeaky, so all I had to do was lightly put one foot on the bottom step and it let out a good creak. I heard Sara jump off the couch.

 " Hello?" She called down, just like the damsel of an old crime show." Whose there?"

 I hid in a closte down the hallway and listened as Sara came carefully down the stairway. I slid the door open slightly to see where she was. She had just gotten to the bottom and was looking down the hallway.

 " Is someone there?" She asked again." I'm going to call the police!"

 She walked down the hallway stopping just a few feet from the closet. She looked down towards my dad's home office, seeing nothing, turned back around to head back upstairs.

 I sprung out of the closet and grabbed Sara around the waist and clapmed a hand over her mouth, to stifle her scream.

 " Don't scream," I said,giving her the standard villian capturing the damsel speech." I'm not gonna hurt you, if you do as i say i'll be gone before you know it." Sara playing along perfectly nodded, giving me this great mock- terror look.

 I dragged her upstairs to the living room and gently threw her onto the couch. She looked up at me and started to say something, but i put a finger to my lips and said" sshhh."

 I had her lay down face first on the couch, and bound her wrists behind her back. I then tied her ankles together. Leaving her laying on the couch I went to the dining room and got a chair. I came back into the living room, Sara was trying to loosen the ropes around her wrists. I laughed menacingly.

 " What do you want?" She asked, still playing the role of the perfect damsel." Don't hurt me please."

 I set the chair down, and sat Sara in it, then untied her wrists, and retied them behind the back of the chair. I followed that up with binding arounf the upper body and arms.

 " Now then." I said." You have a problem keeping your pretty little mouth shut.( yeah i know cheesey) So i'm going to have to gag you." Sara gave me the doe eyed look and pleaded with me to let her go. I simply reached into my bag and pulled out the tape and bandanas.

 " Now to prove i'm not all bad," I said" I'll let you choose what i gag you with." Sara chose one of bandanas.

 I Dropped the other bandanas and used the one she chose to tightly cleave gag her.

 With Sara now securely bound and gagged i settled in on the couch to watch some t.v. After abou an hour i untied her from the chair, retied her wrists behind her and sat on the couch with me. When i got her a drink a little later she asked to try a tape gag, so i obliged by taping her mouth shut with a few pieces.

 We sat there the rest of the night, Sara bound and gagged. We actually both fell asleep on the couch, Sara laying on top of me. It was quite a treat waking up to her on me bound and gagged. 

My best buddy Craig lived just around the corner from me so we hung out a lot. He was a couple of months younger than me but we were both still 11 so it was all good. I remember one day we were sitting around home after school and trying to find something to do. I said to him how bout I tie you up. His responce was what for. I told him for something to do. It was quite layed back when infact I was just dieing to tie him up. (Don't get me wrong I was not then and still am not now GAY) He thought about it and thought about it and then said we would have to make a bet or something to make it worth while. So I told him I bet him $10 Dollars I could tie him up and he could not escape. He said that for that ammount I could use how ever much I needed to. ($10 is a lot of money to a 11 year old) We agrees and I went to get some stuff.
 

I came back a few minutes later with a huge pile of rope, some tape, and a few scarfs, belts, strings, Ripped up bed sheets and a couple of hankies. He kinda looked worried and said whats all that for. I reminded him of what he said and with that he replied with "for ten dollars I'll get out of that in no time." I told him he would have 2 hours (The olds would be home in three so giving to would allow for tieing untieing clean up all those things)He told he that was great. Then the fun began.
 

Sadly Craig did not know that I was a cub scout so if there was one thing I could do was to tie knots. I asked him to lay down on his stomach which he did and I began to tie his hands palm to palm with some rope. I then tied his ankles, knees, upper and lower thighs all with rope. I then helped him to stand up where I tied his elbows and then tied his hands to his stomach he was completeley helpless but I was no where near finished.
 

I helped him onto the floor again. While this was going on we were talking about the weather and things so it was cool. Once down on the floor again I took out the tape and taped all around his fingers in a ball. He said that was cheating but I reminded him again of what he said and he agreed. I then tied his ankles to his thighs (Or as close as I could get them and then tied his wrists to his ankles putting him in a rather tight and strict hogite. I then took out some string and tied his two big toes together and then pulled on the string and pulled his toes backwards down to his knees where I tied them off. He was getting a little angery and asked if I was anywhere near done. I told him I was getting there. 
 

Next I asked him to open wide and I tossed 3 hankies (Clean ones) in his mouth and covered them with tape. I then took some sheets and blindfolded him. I then took some belts and where there was any skin showing between rope strapped him up. He looked great. I told him to go for it, which he did (Or at least tried to)
 

He mmmmpppphheed and screamed into his gag but only faint sounds came out. I could see his fingers trying ti wriggle their way out from the tape, he was giving it his all but I think the odds were against him. He was moving his feet around trying to even just get the toe tie off but even it held tight. He was completley help less. He could move nothing at all. I mean nothing. All he could do was roll from side to side, even then that took some doing. I watched for about 15 minutes it was great. I was enjoying it. I'm sure he was too, but if he was not I could not hear him complaining. (Not that he could)
 

After about an hour and a half I thought it was time to step it up a gear. I went to my room and got an old ball point pen that no longer worked. I came back down and positioned myself right behind his helpless feet. I went right to work. I got the pen and started drawing all over his feet. He instantly jerked and started trying to pull away. But I held his feet in place. I did not know how ticklish he was I don't think he did either.
 

I drew all over his feet. He was screaming into his gag, I could almost hear him. He was straining his toes but the toe tie held good. He pulled at his bonds but they held fast also. Then the phone wrang. I excused myself and went to answer the phone. I was Mum she was going to meet dad and then go out for tea, and would not be back until around 8-9pm. I was wrapped I quickley wrang his parents and said he was staying for tea. they did not mind but they asked where he was I just told them he was busy on the computer so they asked no more. 
 

I came back into the room and saw my buddy, pretty much the same way as before, I removed his gag and asked how he was doing. He said he was having a great time, except for the tickling and he asked if I could stop and if I did do it again only to do it for short times. I told him ok and then I dropped the bombshell I told him that he was here for another 4 hours or so. He was wrapped. I asked if he wanted to change his position of if bonds needed changing he said they were all fine, with that I re gagged him and picked up my pen again. I sat back at his feet and stared again.
 

I was in heaven. I drew all over his feet over his toes, round the balls through the arches. He was in un controlable bursts of laughter. As I said before I did not know he was that bad and I don't think he did either. I tickled him with the pen for about half an hour going hard out for a minute or so and then stopping and giving him a rest. I then told him to prepare himself for a 10 minute non stop tickle torture. I could hear him trying to plead with me behind his gag. All that came out was faint mmpphs.
 

I picked up my pen and gave it my all. I was mainly focusing on his arches which were his main points. He was kicking and bucking and fighting I thought he was going to explode and finally the ten minutes passed. He went limp I went over and removed his gag, he said that was the greatest thing he has ever done. 
 

He said he hated it so much and there was nothing he could do to stop it. I asked if he wanted to be released he said yes so I untied him, he went to the loo and cleaned up a bit. We microwaved a couple of pies and sat down and talked about it for an hour or so until he had to leave. It was the greatest.
 

I have tiedup boys, and girls some older than me some younger, if you want to hear about that then just tell me. Most are hogtied nearly all are tickled so tell me how I'm doin
 
 
 

Saul

It was about 6 months ago I was asked by a freind of my mothers to babysit her eldest daughter for a weekend. She was about 15 I was 17 so I was just a little older than her. Her name was Ilona. (Said E Lone A) She was quite an good looking girl, infact one could say she was A1 Perfect and had she been maybe 18 months older I would have asked her out. Anyways she was about 5'6 Long Blonde Hair, Kinda Thin (54 Kgs) and she had the longest legs one could think of, infact she had long everything, Long boney Fingers, Long Boney Toes, Long Thing Feet, Long Legs well anyway you get the picture. 
 

I was later told she had a crush on me. It was around 7.30 at night and we were kicked back on the couch, she was comlaining about how she had to be baby sat, I told her that I was more orless keeping her company rather than baby sitting which kinda made her feel a little better

 We watched tv a bit more and she said she was going to het something to show me. I asked what it was and she said I would see soon enough. Lets get one more thing clear this girl was in nobodies means backward in coming forward if you know what I mean. She came back a few minutes later with a picture that her boyfreind (Not close but a guy she knew) had sent her, it was of a girl hogtied naked, ball gagged, and blindfolded.

 I was taken by surprise and she followed up by saying something smart like "you look like you've seen a ghost" I asked her why she was showing me this and if I could keep it for afters :-). She expained that her boyfreind wanted to do this to her and she thought that she wanted to get some practise up before she let him. I continued to play dumb and asked her again why she was showing me this. She then said do I have to spell it out for ya, I want you to tie me up!!!!!!!. I thought for a moment and said ok, but I explained that I would only tie her up wearing cloths, I would not do it naked. She agreed and said she was going to get some rope and change.
 

I sat on the couch and waited, she came back about ten minutes later, with a pile or rope, some duct tape and a slik scarf. She had changed into a pair of, short shorts, and a sleaveless shirt, and white socks. She asked what I wanted her to do. I asked her to lay on the floor on her stomach. She did so. I asked her if I could remove her socks, she asked what for. I told her to highten the effect (It was really cause I wanted to stare at her feet for awhile but I was not going to tell her that)She agreed and with that I removed her socks. I stood over her and placed her hands behind her back. She started to giggle, I placed a rope around her wrists and strated to tie them palm to palm. I then turned and started to tie her feet, at the ankles, I then tied her knees and her elbows. She told me that those were not in the picture, I just told her that she was really in position to complain, she agreed and started laughing. After I tied her elbows I tied her feet back to her ankles and hogtied her. I got her hands that close to her feet her fingers could touch infront of her feet. She was one long and flexible girl.
 

I then asked if she wanted to be gagged, she asked if I could not gag her because even though she was having fun she was still a little worried. I said fine and blindfolded her, she was having a ball rolling around trying to get free (Not that she could) she then asked for a gag. I said ok and tore off a could of strips of tape and stuck them over her mouth. Efectivley silenced. I then said to her, that I had a bet to make. One mmmmppphh ment no and two mmmmppphh's ment yes. I said to her I bet $100 that she can't escape in half and hour. Do you accept. She mmmpphhed twice. Great I said, if You don't I get to tickle you for 30 minutes. She mmmmppphhed twice again. Excellant I said your time starts now. Needless to say she struggled and yanked and picked but no luck. An hour came and went she was still the same as she was when we started. I told her I had one and it was to to tickle her. She started thrashing around Screaming into her gag. I bent down and removed her gag, she pleaded with me not to tickle her, she really was begging.
 

I replied with something like. "God anyone would think you were ticklish" She expalined she was, she hated to be tickled, she could stand about 15 seconds before she pissed herself. I asked if I left the gag off, she begged again but it was to late. I pulled the pen out from my top pocket and knelt right behind her feet. I started drawing all over her soles, and right in her high instep. She was screaming with histerics. I carried this on till she was right about to pee and then stopped, I thought she had enough. I untied her, she was almost half asleep, after only a few minutes of drawing on her feet. She got up and gave me a quick slap and then a big kiss, She thanked me and asked if I would tie her again that weekend.
 

After all it was only 8.30 Friday night and we still had till Monday morning to have some more fun, We sat back and watched a little more tv. She was soon asleep, I picked her up and carried her to her room where I tucked her in. She gave her a quick kiss goodnight and a little tickle on the neck, then from nowhere an arm came out of the bed .........Slap.......... She giggled, and asked if I could lie next to her, I layed there and we talked for hours. I did tie her up some more that weekend, in fact that many times I lost count. Anyway if you would like to hear more Mail me or post what you think.
 
 
 

Saul

Another childhood memory involves Andrea and I playing capture the flag against her two brothers, Joe and Matt. We ususally played this game at their house, because they lived out in the deep woods. My parents house, as lovely as it was, was in the middle of suburbia. The Mitchells owned the property around their house for approximately 5 miles. The nearest house was approximately 1 mile away (by road), across a ravine and creek that ran along their property, and visible only in winter. They even owned the winding, dirt road that led to their house! Anyway, I enjoyed visits to their house as far back as I can remember, spending time exploring the woods around their home.

Our families were visiting sometime in October, and things had been pretty tame all day. Towards evening, Joe suggested to pair up and play capture the flag. He offered to take Matt on his team (Andrea's twin). Andrea and I looked at each other and shrugged. Why not? Joe was notably a year older, while Matt, Andy and I were the same age. We were probably in the 16-15 year old range at the time. We established the rules, and split up to head to different corners of the property at twilight. Andy and I reached the rocky area she wanted to call homebase, and tied the bandanna around the tree we used for a flag. After a brief strategy, we set out on a circular route to check up on our opponents. Andy thought she knew right where they'd go, and we stayed close to one another as we set out.

Almost immediately, Matt popped out from behind a couple trees and captured us at gunpoint (they were caps). Andy and I first admitted capture and then began arguing over how he had gotten the drop on us. There's no way he should have been anywhere near our location that quickly, based on the time we allowed each other to set up bases. Joe soon joined us, having circled around and grabbing our "flag". Andy and I probably spent a half-hour heatedly debating the foul play her brothers used on us to win, notably on their mis-set watches. We were interrupted by our parents calling us in to dinner.

The families ate together, then the kids wandered off to the rec room to play. The parents had rented a couple movies, but they were nothing we were interested in. After idly playing video games and tinkering with some misc items for a half-hour, Joe asked if we were going to finish the game. I remember the conversation, because he seemed a little different than his usual self. Andy and I disagreed that we had lost (fairly, that is), but he was persistent. Andrea and I looked at each other, and she left it to me. I agreed to finish it up mainly to shut him up, not because I wanted to be captured. He gathered up a few things, and then the four of us headed back into the woods. We walked to their base with flashlights under gunpoint.

We must have walked for at least twenty minutes, and I'm glad we had jackets, because it was chilly. The house lights disappeared from view after five minutes. When we arrived, Matt covered us while we knelt, hands behind our heads, while Joe built a small fire. Joe finished, and pulled Andrea over between two solid oak trees (maybe 12-18" in diameter). He made her take off her jacket, claiming it would get in the way of tying her. She reluctantly did so, and waited in her sneakers, jeans, and a form-fitting long-sleeve pullover. (By the way, Andy stood about 5'8" with a slim, athletic build, maybe an A or B cup. She had short sandy brown hair that hung to her neck.) Joe pulled out a couple backpacks filled with coiled clothesline, and went to work on her. When I saw the amount of clothesline, I commented that it seemed a little overkill, but Joe wanted to show us some new techniques and felt that elaborate tying was essential.

Andrea stood between the two trunks, and her arms were tied off to each tree, about three feet over her head. The tying was exhaustive, and the knots extreme. Joe encircled the tree probably ten times before moving to her first arm. The coils were so solid on each wrist, they almost covered her forearms, and three or four lengths ran from each wrist to each tree. After she was hung between both trees (Joe pulled the slack out of the ropes), he encircled her waist with many more feet, running a few lengths between her legs (to her protest). After that, he ran other lengths from her waist to each tree on each side, tightly holding her body in place.

When he started on her ankles in a similar fashion, drawing her legs far apart, Andy was virtually suspended in the ropes. She didn't protest much at this point, but kept trying to strain her tip-toes to the ground to take the strain off her wrists. She suggested lowering her body down, but Joe offered that it would take too long to re-tie her hands. When Joe was finished, she hung immobile, facing away from the fire (and the house). She could barely look over her shoulder at me, and I could tell she was concerned. Joe gagged her with a couple cloths and a bandanna (the first time I saw a packing gag by the way), then blindfolded her with another cloth, and hooded her with a cloth drawstring bag.

Joe looked over at me where I knelt. He said "You know, I don't have to tie you up like that. You're a guy, and you could come onto our side." I heard Andy murmur under her hood, helplessly tied between the trees. I stood up, and considered. I was about Joe's size (Matt had more of Andy's petite build), but I knew I couldn't take the both of them in a fight, or escape through their woods at night. I walked around the trees to look at Andy and the way she was tied. Joe said "We could leave you here to keep our sister company while we head inside to get some other toys to keep her busy during her captivity. What do you think?"

I looked at Andrea, and couldn't betray her. I knew if I lied and agreed, I doubted I could have her free before they returned (it took nearly an hour to tie her in the first place). I didn't have a knife or flashlight with me. I shrugged and stood between the tree on Andy's right side and another one, about equally spaced as the other pair was (probably why the spot was selected). "Do your worst", I said. I soon regretted it.

If I thought Joe was thorough with Andrea, it was something again to be tied by him in this fashion. He had tied us up before in other games years back, but never like this. The only difference from Andy's to my securing was my feet - I learned from Andy's predicament and stood with my legs apart when he tied my hands off. I had my feet on the gound, but my legs were straining and the footing was not solid. We talked as Joe tied me, and I got one other concession from him; he agreed to leave me ungagged and would undo Andy's so we could talk. I agreed we would not call for help, but it probably wouldn't have mattered; a light breeze was blowing through the leaves, and while the sound might have carried, I doubt it would be understood very far off.

After nearly another hour, I was secured identically as Andrea had been, shivering in my jeans, sneakers, and 3/4 length pullover jersey. I asked what they were going to do with us. It was certainly after 9pm, and my family usually left around 11pm. Joe wouldn't elaborate, but seemed to be picking up the site. "How long until we'll be untied?", I asked. "That's up to you", Joe said. "C'mon, Joe, Matt. You don't really expect us to be able to get out of this?", I asked. Joe shrugged, and I felt a chilling sensation. "Where are you going?", I queried. "Back to the house", stated Matt calmly.

Joe kicked the fire into embers, and walked behind me with his flashlight. He blindfolded me and hooded me with another cloth bag, leaving the world in even greater darkness. I heard them move to Andy's position, and I heard her muffled protests. I thought they were removing her gag, but after a few moments, I could tell from her sounds that whatever was happening was unpleasant. I called over to them, and they told me to be quiet, or they would gag me as well. I continued to harass them, telling them to leave Andy alone. Eventually they came over to me, and removed my sneakers and socks for my trouble. I was warned to keep quiet or other things would be done to me, regarless of being a guy or past promises.

They then walked away into the woods, until I could no longer hear them. I struggled fiercely against the ropes for several minutes, but the sheer volume of restraints and lack of slack prevented me from doing anything more than making myself sore and chaffed. I could find no escape, and worried over being discovered or worse, forgotten. I could hear Andy's murmurings, but could only understand her part of the time. I tried to keep talking quietly, and not alert anyone or anything around us. Her sounds were reassuring, because I jumped at every noise, and felt that everything in the forest was surrounding me, and I was helpless to do anything about it. Believe me, this was one of the scariest times in my life.

Probably a half hour later, Matt and Joe returned to check on us. They were satisfied we remained secured, and tickled our feet and sides briefly. Unfortunately, they lifted my hood and gagged me because I swore at them for assaulting us, and then they left my shirt pulled over my head after they were done. It was probably in the low 60's that night, but it feels really cold when you can't move and you're partially exposed. They left us there again for another hour or so. It seemed like the entire evening, and my mind was almost interested in something bad happening, just so that something would change.

When Joe and Matt did return, they untied me first, leaving my hands and hood til last. I tore the hood off and undid the gag and blindfold myself. "I can't believe you went off and left us -", I started. Joe tried to calm me, promising that my parents were still watching TV, and it was only 11:30pm. They looked comfy, so we had time to collect things and straighten ourselves up. I made myself relax, pulled my shirt down, and put my socks and sneakers back on while they started to untie their sister. Joe commented "You know, we could just leave her here for a bit longer. After all, she sleeps here; you were the only one that has to go home." Andrea yelled behind her gag. I considered his offer for a second, then replied "Don't even think about it."

When I picked up a flashlight and came over to help, I found Andy's shirt over her head as well, exposing her bra and tight abs. She was nearly blue it was so chilly. I covered her back up and worked on her socks and sneakers before moving on to untying some of the knots. Andrea was pissed at her brothers for months after that, and appreciated that I made the decision to stick with her. I think that's one of the reasons we were such good friends for so long. It was however, the last time we let her brothers tie us up (at least without better assurances on the ground rules). Tell me what you think.

Jericho

The she was in all her boneyness and wearing only Bra and Panties, tied spread eagle, she asked if I could sleep in the room with her, I said I can�t se why not and jumped into the other single bed next to hers. She was talking a lot and I was really tired. So I got out of bed and went and got some tape. She was asking where I was going, I casualy came back into the room with the tape in had, she said �Oh no you don�t, your not going to gag me� with that I Tore of a couple of strips and stuck them over her mouth. Effectivly slienced. She layed there mmmmppphhhing away for about ten minutes, and it was more annoying that having her talk, so I got up and removed the gag, she giggled for a bit, I then told her that I needed some sleep, she started giggling a little more, I told her to be quite or I�ll, I stopped mid sentence. She replied with a � or I�ll what� I said �Tickle you� Her eyes grew wide.
 

I walked down to the end of the bed, she was now saying how sorry she was, and that she would be quite �honest� I just knelt down beside her left foot. I looked up at her, she was begging with me by now, and I saw her whole body tense up as if ready to be tickled. I placed my fingers on her left foot and lightly tickled. She was jumping up and down on the bed, she was screaming with laugher, I could not help but giggle about how sensetive she was. I tickled her feet for about 5 minutes, which was when she was breathing really fast, she looked as though she had run a marathon. 
 

I walked back up to her head and knelt down, we kissed for a bit, I then lightly tickled her ribs, she let out a little scream. I reached over to her dresser by the bed and put her sleep mask on her (First girl I ever knew who war one) she was complaining about not being able to see anything. I reminded her of what happens when she is not quite. She went silent instantly. I hopped into bed and watched her struggle for a bit and drifted off. I awoke to see her pretty much the same way except asleep. She looked so qute. 
 

That was just a quick story, I have many many more and hope to post some. I tied up Ilona hundreds on times, so I will post more later
 
 

Saul 

 I've been away for six weeks, returning to find (as usual)both good stories and the silly arguing posts.

 One poster I must mention, Katie, loved your stories! Please continue!

 Doug, great as always, both your story here and the continuing tying up of bikini-clad cuties in the carribean!:)

 Does anyone know if Mase's baby is born yet?

 I've been away for six weeks, returning to find (as usual)both good stories and the silly arguing posts.

 One poster I must mention, Katie, loved your stories! Please continue!

 Doug, great as always, both your story here and the continuing tying up of bikini-clad cuties in the carribean!:)

 Does anyone know if Mase's baby is born yet?

i still dig this site, but i guess i liked it more when i first showed up, when the themes were still a little bit fresh. as it is, i'm seeing essentially the same story posted 12 or 13 times. 

some of you, if any credence at all is lent to your stories, must have spent 5 or 6 *years* all told in your childhoods tied up or tying somebody else up. 

i know a lot of people dig them, but to me personally, the 15 part stories about elaborate schemes of kidnapping games followed by retribution followed by the mothers and aunts and neighbors and housekeepers getting involved lose their interest fast...i half expect the family doctor and minister to pop up in those stories soon. 

having said all that, sometimes a gem of a story still pops up...since i vastly prefer stories where girls tie somebody up i like the stories written from the POV of a girl best, or of somebody who was tied up by one. and in all cases, i like the stories best where no B.S. claims of sexual exploits show up. 

anyway, love and daisies. 

We usually only play our bondage games when someone in our group's parents are gone, for obvious reasons. This one took place about a week or two after my last post. It was Friday and my parents were going away for a wedding. Surprisingly, they gave me the option to stay home since I didn't know the people anyway. So after school Steph and another friend, Amanda (not involved in our games), came over to my house. Amanda is about 5'7"- 5'8" with long wavy blond hair, much lighter than mine. She was wearing a light blue shirt and dark flared jeans. Steph was wearing a pink shirt and baggy flared jeans. I was wearing a light purple tank top and dark blue shorts. We saw a movie and by the time we got back my parents were about to leave. "We're going now," said my mom, "Stephanie and Amanda can sleep over but NOBODY ELSE. You hear me?" "Yes," I said reluctantly. So we just hung out for a while until about 9:30 the phone rang. It was for Amanda. At this time we didn't even consider including our other friends in our bondage games, we thought they'd never understand. So as dissapointed as I was to see Amanda go, I was kinda excited when she hung up the phone and said, "I can't stay. I have to watch my stupid brother while my mom is at a meeting until like midnight." "That sucks," I said, hiding my excitement. Ever the polite host, I walked Amanda to the door. I had no sooner closed the door when a hand clamped over my mouth and another pinned my left hand behind my back. Apparently Steph had been thinking the same thing I had. I clutched at the hand with my right hand as I was dragged to the living room. She tied my hands together with rope from my own stash and began on my legs. "Oh, you're good," I said. "Well, I try," she responded, and took off my socks. She shoved one in my mouth and taped it over a couple times. Then she set to work on the most in depth tie I've ever been caught in. First she tied a rope around my legs right above my knees, and another right below my knees. Then she tied another rope tightly around my chest pinning my arms to my body behind my back. She tied my hands high up on my legs behind my back making a veeeery tight hog tie. Then- this is a new one- she took a piece of string and tied my two big toes together so I couldn't even pull my feet apart from each other. Actually it was a new one at the time, but I've heard of it since then. Then she lined up my hands so each finger was lined up with another on the other hand, palms both facing up, and tied each set of fingers together with string. So my right pointer finger was tied to my left pinky, my right middle with my left ring, etc. and my thumbs just hanging out either end. That is, until she tied a string around my left thumb and tied the other end to my right thumb so they were pulled tightly toward each other. I thought for sure this would cut the circulation off in my fingers and toes, but I guess it wasn't quite tight enough. As if this wasn't enough, she tied another piece of string from the toe string to the thumb string, doubling the hog tie effect. Well this was a lot more detail than is usually put into our bonds, but it worked well. I could barely move anything except my head. Apparently Steph had been practicing, possibly on herself. She stood up, checked everything, and when she was satisfied with her handiwork, she walked over to the phone and dialed a number. I yelled at her but she thought I was just playing along. "Hello, Chris...?" I screamed at her and banged my chin on the ground. Finally she realized I was trying to tell her something. "Wait, hold on," she said and took off my gag. "Nobody else can come, remember?" I said. "Oh come on. Your parents don't have to know. We did it last time, remember? Twice." "I know, but they didn't specifically SAY no sleepovers. Besides, I don't want to bother with anyone else." The truth was that I wanted to eventually get my revenge on her without the complications of other people. And partly I didn't want to get in trouble, even though it was unlikely my parents would find out. "Sorry Chris. Katie's parents don't want anyone sleeping over while they're gone," she told Chris. So that was that. She replaced my gag and left me to struggle, which didn't get me very far. Her super tie affected my abilities to wriggle out or pick at bonds. I glared up at her as she walked past me to the area beyond my sight. I knew what she was up to. I braced myself as she began her tickle torture. She must have gone up and down my sensitive arches for twenty minutes. I was screaming for mercy through my gag as she moved around the ball of my feet. My face must have been bright purple at that point. Eventually she put me in the closet and I could hear the TV coming from outside. I caught my breath, then tried somehow to escape. It was no use. Nothing I did could even come close to breaking free. I was in there for about an hour when in my random struggles, I knocked over a box of sewing stuff. I was so lucky! I knew there had to be a pair of scissors in there somewhere, I threw myself onto my side so I could reach the box with my hands. I searched in the remains of the contents to see if I could find them, and when I couldn't I knew they must have fallen out when I knocked over the box. So I felt around the stuff strewn about until I poked my finger right on the sharp tip. Cursing in my mind, I fumbled around with my oddly bound fingers trying to get them in a position where I could cut... well, anything. It took about five minutes but I finally managed to cut the string binding my thumbs. With more thumb flexibility, I could (eventually) cut the finger strings. Each one took about another five minutes to get. When my fingers were no longer tied, I could re-arrange the position of my hands and managed to get they scissors aimed at my wrist ropes. The scissors were pretty small though, so I had to saw through the rope before it finally gave. But that was all it took. With my free hands I untied the chest rope, freeing my arms totally. I was as good as free. I ditched the other ropes and the gag and pulled at the closet knob. It was locked. I caught myself before cursing out loud and decided I would have to wait until she checked on me. Which wasn't long. Maybe about ten minutes later I heard her footsteps coming toward the door. Steph said, "You comfy in there?" and I heard the door unlock. As it swung open, I tackled her and pinned her to the ground. I grinned full in her face and answered, "very." I gagged her with my sock, still wet from my mouth, and a fresh piece of tape. Then I hogtied her the same way she tied me, string and all. But I was careful to keep her away from sharp objects. I tickled her bare feet for a good thirty minutes. I left her on the floor until about 1:00 am. I was about to leave her to sleep there, but I decided against it. we promised that the next day we would play more and involve other people, and we promised to be on each other's side. Little did we know that we would have a visitor early that morning. But that's for next time.

 I don't really have so many more stories to tell, and very little time to write and post them, but if I break a leg and have to sit still for some weeks maybe...

 Anyway, my stories aren't needed if this lovely young damsel Katie continues to post!

Have a good one Saul

i know i can't say this without coming off as...well, a really odd person, however I am wondering if there are any girls around 16 or who live in PA or NC who would like to get tied up or tie me up-- e-mail me

 First, there are probably more images of boys tied, because boys are more venturesome, and more inclined to engage in tie-up games. Girls stayed home and played with their dolls, or played "House." Boys played strenuous sports, and "Cowboys and Indians," "Cops and Robbers," and other active games. For every 100 boys that engaged in tie- up games, maybe 10-15 girls did.

 Second, someone said that images of girls tied up in underwear would be OK. Not where I live. Images or depictions of children bound in underwear are regarded as pornography, and in my state, possession of such images or depictions is punishable by five years in jail for the first offense. I would suggest checking the state or country laws before making such a statement.

 Third, as I mentioned to another, this forum used to be a celebration of childhood, but lately, there have been some new arrivals (and some old hands) who have injected sexual innuendo into their stories. Stuff like "I had to roll on my stomach so the bulge in my pants would not be seen." or "I tried to cop a feel." or "Her dress rode up, and I could see her pretty pink panties." Is this really necessary? I thought this forum was about childhood fun, not sex. If I want sex, I'll see my wife, hire a hooker, or visit one of the adult porn sites.

 Just some thoughts. Feel free to flame away.

 Anonymous

(That was a spoof of the Tenchi Muyo "next episode" preview) Sherman you don't have to register to post at my forum. Just put any name in the first field and ignore the password field. Sorry it's been awhile since I posted a story, I've been busy with my forum and other non-internet things. I'll write another soon, I promise!

 This story is my deepest expirience, even though it isnt that big. please read though, because it should be of some enjoyment. It all starts at Mt. Almuchy Boy Scout camp. At this particular camp, we were tented in twos, on comfortable cot beds, instead of sleeping on the ground. We were scedualed to be there for the whole week.

 He then said that he probably could, but he would be happy to try. Brendan was VERY flexible by the way. Anyway, this was boy scout camp, so we did have large supplies of rope and duct tape, but I wasn't going to go out into pitch black at 1:00am looking for that stuff, so we decided to use my shirts, and neckerchiefs, kinda like scarfs, for those who dont know.

 First, I started with whatever i knew, which was pretty good, but not good enough... I tied his wrists behind his back, his ankles, and his knees. Then, I lifted his ankles up, and tied that knot to the shirt on his wrist, putting him into a very novice like hogtie. Now, i said that something was missing, then I remembered, AHA! A gag! Yippe! ok, ok. first, i took one of his neckerchiefs, and rolled it into a ball, stuffed it in. then, i took the other, and sealed the first one in. a primative cleave gag.

 At this point, I was pretty confident, and thought he was stuck. BOY was i wrong. For a minute, he just struggled and made that MmMMmmphh sound that everyone likes, and i was super happy. He just sat there and mmmphhed, i think he was trying to get my hopes up. I said, that if he got out within 15 minutes, he could tie me up. BIG mistake.

 There i was. In a big hogtie, on my friends cot, gagged, and no one to call for help. But let me tell you everyone, i was loving it. It was then that i knew what those feelings you all get really were. So, Right now, i was struggling, mmmmphhing up a storm. He asked me if he should let me go, and i said, well tried to say, let me try some more, but it sounded more like, mmmghpghh mppphgg when it came out.

 I dont think i was the only one having fun, brendan seemed to be rather happy at the moment. He then did something that i had expected him to do all along.

 I wanted now to be in my own cot. Ok. This was gonna be tough. We had our tents on platforms, and the cots were about 2 feet high, and about 5 feet apart. First, i did what my brain told me. I tried to roll off. I needed to give brendan directions, but how could i? I was tightly gagged.

 I tried to direct his attention toward my cot, mmmmmpphh! He asked what was the problem. I worked as hard as I could to get my gag out, and by the time i did, my toung was hurting very badly. I told him what i wanted.

 he put my pillow on the floor. i rolled off onto it. I mmphed an OW, and he just laughed. I let out a small grunt through the gag. He then tried with all his might to lift me up. He evenutally got me onto my cot. I WAS talking this whole time, so he eventually got annoyed of my excessive talking, and gagged me again. i was tied up for about an hour before he untied me and we went to bed. Like my story? I hope so.

Spring break, the small oasis in the desert between Christmas and summer break. Another great thing about it is that both my parents work, so they were gone every day. Same with everyone else, except Lisa's mom who's an elementary school teacher and Kevin's mom who doesn't work. Needless to say, there was much bondage that week. The first was on Monday, of course. I'm "sweet and innocent" and generally non-confrontational, and my first four stories are perfect examples of how I'm considered to be the best victim of the group. As much as I love that, I was tired of being the victim all the time. So Monday I went on the offensive. I got up early and as soon as my parents were both gone, I grabbed a roll of duct tape and two hankercheifs. Dressed in baggy flares and a light blue tank top, I headed out the back door. There's a natural path that goes just outside of the very edge of all the backyards on our side of the street, so I could easily approach Chris's house from the back. I had left pretty early by our standards, so Chris would have barely gotten up if he was even up at all. I entered his back door quietly and made my way through his basement. The house was pretty dark and quiet, so I began to imagine that I was a cat burgler and I had to check out the house and make sure it was empty before taking any valuables. So I carefully and slowly climbed the steps to the main floor. I opened the door a crack and peered out into the hall and living room. Chris was sitting on the couch watching TV and eating cereal. He was barefoot, wearing a dark green t-shirt and boxers. I knew there was no way to sneak up on him, so I just slipped into the room and quietly approached him. He saw me and turned, and said, "Katie?" he looked confused, "What are you... oh," as he slurped up the remaining milk and stood up, I said, "Well well, look what we have here. I was just gonna rob you, but I can get a lot more money from you!" he said, "Can I at least put on some clothes?" I answered by shoving one of the handkerchiefs in his mouth and sealing it with tape. I grabbed his arms and forced them behind his back, securing them with tape. Then I tied the other handkerchief over his eyes, and led him down to the basement and out the back door. Gripping him firmly by his bound wrists, I escorted him back through the path to my house. There were fences or shrubbery on one side of the path, and a creek and tall trees on the other, so there was enough cover to avoid questions from nosy neighbors. Captive in tow, I led him through my back door to the basement. Ignoring his muffled protests, I forced him into the closet. I removed the tape from his wrists, then retied his hands together in front of him with long rope. I tied the other end around the coatrack so it forced his hands up above his head. "You're gonna make me rich, kid," I said, and tied his ankles together. I kept the blindfold on him, even though it was practically useless in a dark closet, and locked the closet door. Next in line was Kevin. He lives across the street and a few houses down, so I decided to just get him to my house with a regular ransom call. So I called his house and he answered, "hello?" "Katie has been kidnaped," I said in a crappy criminal voice, but that made it impossible to tell who said it, "come to her house immediately!" I said this so he would think it was Chris inviting him to join him, and to throw him off his guard. "Got it, I'll be over in a few minutes!" he said and hung up. So I unlocked the front door and hid in the coat closet by the with roll of tape and left the closet door open a crack. After a few minutes the doorbell rang, and when there was no answer the door opened and Kevin stepped in. He was wearing a brown shirt and baggy tan pants. The fact that no one answered probably made him a little cautious. He even checked behind the door so I was smart to hide in the closet. When he leaned over to check the kitchen I leaped out of the closet and grabbed him around the mouth. I pulled him to the living room and forced him to the floor. Then I taped his hands together behind his back and kinda sat on him to keep him down. I took off his shoes and socks and couldn't resist giving his cute little bare feet a tickle. I pocketed one sock and rolled up the other one, then shoved it in his mouth and sealed it with tape. With a taunt of, "Hehe now it's my turn!" I led him down to the basement. I tied a rope around his chest pinning his arms to his back and sat him in the reclining armchair. I extended the fold-out legrest and tied his legs together and to it. Then I tied another rope around his chest but also around the back of the chair, securing him down with his hands behind his back. With his bare feet just sitting invitingly on the legrest I again had to tickle, but this time longer. I tickled for only a few minutes so he was barely out of breath when I was done. Then I got another handkerchief and blindfolded him like Chris. After making sure he was secure, I went to the closet and carefully opened the door. Either I had tied Chris well or he decided to play along, cause he was exactly as I left him. I untied him from the coatrack and led him still blindfolded to the couch and laid him down facing up. I tied another rope around his hands and tied the other end around the coach legs. Then I tied his feet to the other couch legs. Chris and Kevin both probably knew there was another captive in the room, but they couldn't be sure who. Those two are the main aggressors, so I wasn't too worried about capturing anyone else. In fact I invited Lisa and Steph to revel in their capture and also to provide backup in case they escaped or if I let them go. They were cautious at first but I convinced them that I wasn't after them so we went to the basement to make fun of the guys. We took turns tickling them for about half an hour. They have the cutest feet! Well finally we left them alone to let them alone. After about an hour I went down to check on them. When I got downstairs I was grabbed from behind and forced to the ground. I managed a quick scream before Kevin's sock was shoved in my mouth and covered with a handkerchief detective gag. Apparently Steph and Lisa heard my scream because they came thundering down the stairs. They forced Kevin down and Steph began tying him while Lisa pulled Chris off of me before he could finish tying my hands. I untied the gag and spit out the sock, then shoved it in Chris's mouth. While Lisa began tying him up, I took Kevin's other sock out of my pocket and shoved it in Kevin's mouth. They were both detective gagged and hog tied. We left them on the floor went up stairs to wait for them to escape. After maybe ten minutes they came up, defeated. There was no more bondage that day, but there are more spring break stories soon to come.

My name is mike (aka Tony) and I wrote several stories a while back about my girlfriend and I (now my wife) and I was curious if Canuck, or anyone remembers the webaddress of the tied-up babysitters site??? 

If you do, e-mail me at tdtfarin@wt.net (see above / below) 

Also, check out my site: -First hogtie or ballgag experiences (aslo see above / below) http://books.dreambook.com/alferz/firsthogtie.html 

Thanks 

Mike aka Tony 

My name is mike (aka Tony) and I wrote several stories a while back about my girlfriend and I (now my wife) and I was curious if Canuck, or anyone remembers the webaddress of the tied-up babysitters site??? 

If you do, e-mail me at tdtfarin@wt.net (see above / below) 

Also, check out my site: -First hogtie or ballgag experiences (aslo see above / below) http://books.dreambook.com/alferz/firsthogtie.html 

Thanks 

Mike aka Tony 

Mike aka Tony

 Ed would spend a week or two each summer at our house, and I and/or Alvin would spend a week or two at Ed's. Ed lived in a nearby city. One summer, I being about 13 and Ed being about 11, we were in Ed's basement. Both Ed's parents worked and his sister, Anne, was in Nursing School (she was 18 at the time), so we had the house to ourselves. We had played tied-up games before and I came up with a good game to play.

 We got one of a pair of dice from a Monotony, er, I mean, Monopoly game and a piece of paper, and wrote out the rules. Each of us would roll the die 4 times, thus specifying the way each of us would be tied up. Then one of us would roll the die...if it came up even, I got to tie Ed; if it came up odd, Ed got to tie me.

The first roll determined how we would be dressed:
1 is take off shirt 
2 is shirt off and barefoot
3 is short pants
4 is swimming trunks 
5 is brief-style trunks (like speedos) 
6 is loincloth. 

The next roll determined the overall tie-up: 1 was hands in front, 2 was hands behind, 3 was hands & feet, 4 was hands & feet together (a hogtie), 5 was arms & legs tied to something (a pole or chair), and 6 was winner's choice. 

The next roll determined blindfold and/or gag (more later) and the last roll was how long the victim was kept tied that way. Actually I had come up with this formula some time ago and decided to propose it now. We went to the basement with ropes and some tape.

 I rolled the die 4 times and he rolled it 4 times and got our "situations" settled. Then he rolled the die and won. 

I had rolled 5,3,3,and 4 so I put on a pair of brief swimming trunks that made me feel almost naked. He crossed my wrists behind my back and tied them together, then led his "captive" to a carpeted area and, placing me on my belly, tied my ankles together. Well, I was pretty helpless. He then blindfolded me (3 is blindfold or gag, victim's choice) and left me alone for awhile. I don't have the long-limbed body style needed to pull my hands over my butt to get them in front of me, even though I was slender. The rule was that if the victim could get loose, he automatically won the next round, but if the victim could not get loose, then each of us would roll the die 4 times just like before. I struggled on the floor for awhile, wondering where he went, and he finally came down and began to "torture" me, rolling me around on the floor and making fun of my helplessness. Then he threatened to have some girls come over and look at me...the usual things. 

Shortly, however, I was able to pick at a knot he had left on the wrong side of my bonds, and moments later my hands, then feet, were free. Now it was his turn! 

Ed rolled a 4, a 5, a 5, and a 4 and, since I got loose, he put on his swimming trunks. I took him to a metal post in the basement and tied his hands behind him, then tied his hands to the post. I tied his legs, just above the knees, to the post so he couldn't sit or squat, and pulled his arms back, tying them behind him just above the elbows and to the pole. I didn't want ropes across his chest (the rule on #5 was arms and legs only). Finally I blindfolded him and cleve-gagged him (we hadn't learned to make really effective gags). He was being melodramatic, squirming and making noises, trying to get loose while I threatened to call over some girls and cut off his swimming trunks. And then, the unexpected happened.

"And what are you two up to?" she asked, "playing cowboys and indians?" 

Since she had just given me a plausable story, I said "Something like that. Ed's an Argon spy and I've just captured him. Argon is an enemy planet to Earth."

 Anne just laughed and told us to be careful. I was worried she would tell our parents...parents have some aversion to their children playing any kind of tie-up games, but moments later she returned. Anne had taken off her student nurse uniform and was wearing a pair of shorts and a button-front top. 

"Aha!" she said, holding a toy gun, a silver cap gun actually. "Now I've got both of you! I'm from the Amazon Planet and you're BOTH my prisoners!"

 I had removed Ed's gag and blindfold, and untied his arms and legs, but his hands were still tied behind his back. I had put on a pair of pants but was still shirtless. I looked at Ed and he grinned...well, it was something different! I raised my hands.

Anne had me lay down on the carpet while she tied Ed's ankles together, then she got a piece of rope and tied my hands behind my back. She really knew what she was doing, because I knew there was no way I was getting my hands free without help. Plus, Anne was not bad looking for a cousin, and it felt good for her to have her hands on my bare skin when she pulled me to my feet and tied both Ed and me to the pole. She took her time about it, and laughed and teased us, and then she went upstairs. 

It took several long minutes for me to reach Ed's bound wrists and untie him, and he untied my hands and then we were free. We both commented it was fun to be captured together and speculated about (1) how to get Anne to tie us up again, and (2) how we could get Anne tied up, since we both had talked about finding girls to play with us. 

We had a few other adventures during my stay with Ed that summer. 

Actually, I had a lot of tied-up games experience when I was younger, and thought this would be a good first story since it's short. Judging from some of the other postings, sometimes the stories are in order, and sometimes not. I'll probably just tell my stories at random, depending on length and how much time I have to get them typed in.

 By the way, Ed and I did involve Anne in one other game that summer....but that's another story. 

I don't suppose there is a place on this site for "illustrations" anyway, since I perceive it is for stories and comments, but it would be interesting to know if someone had the wisdom to capture their cherished memories on film. 

Blindfolding a "victim" would make identification difficult, especially after a few years, in case anyone decides to try.

And, cleave, I suppose my next posting will be as you suggested.

 Later that night, Ed and I were talking in his bedroom, whispering really, about how we could involve Anne in our next game. Ed had determined that Anne would not have classes the next Friday and, as both his parents worked, the three of us would be alone unless Anne decided to go somewhere. 

Friday morning, we confronted Anne with toy pistols and told her that the Argons and the Earthlings had made a treaty against the Amazon planet and that she was our prisoner. 

Anne just laughed. We told her that it was only fair that we get a chance at revenge, that we revenged each other all the time and it was what she got for getting involved in our game. Finally she put down her book and said "OK, but don't take all day, I've got to study"

 We marched her to the basement where we had stashed our ropes. Anne was wearing shorts and a halter top, which was perfect for me, and we made her stand next to the pole.

"Hey, you're not gonna tie me up are you?" she asked. "Sure we are, it's part of the game." I said. "Besides", Ed chimed in, "you tied up Nathraq while he had me tied up." She hesitated then put her hands in front of her.

I wasn't about to tie her hands in front of her...Ed and I made her kneel and put her hands behind her back where we crossed them and tied them vertically and horizontally, carefully placing the knots on the backs of her wrists. We crossed her ankles and tied them together and then tied her ankles to her bound wrists, making sure the knots were out of reach. She was effectively in a kneeling hogtie (though we didn't know the name of it then).

When I blindfolded her, she started squirming, as if on cue, demanding that we let her go and shouting "please somebody rescue poor little old me!" Then Ed threatened to untie her halter top, and she really started working her fingers. "You little perverts, let me go!" she said, but realized Ed was joking and continued to squirm.

I told her I was going to leave her that way for her boyfriend, Jerry. "He can rescue you," I told her. She rolled from side to side, trying to get free. I couldn't tell if she was really trying as if it were a challenge, or if she was nervous, or if she just enjoyed rolling around bound, but she really looked good. She was helpless and we knew it and she knew it. After a few minutes, she demanded to be set free, threatening to tell her parents and mine.

Ed said "Hey, we were just playing yesterday and you decided to play with us. Besides, you let us tie you up, remember?" We all knew that our game would remain secret, but I guess it gave her something to bargain with. 

After a while, maybe 20 minutes, we agreed that there would be a treaty and that the Amazon Planet would not send any more women to Earth or Argon to capture our agents, and so forth and so on. We untied her feet and legs but left her hands tied until we had taken her back upstairs. We told her that treaty violations would result in the offending agents being securely and completely all tied up in their bathing suits in the back yard, and untied her hands. Anne called us "little perverts" again but smiled and picked up her book and went back to her studies. Ed and I went outside to find something else to get into.

We didn't play any more games with Anne that week, but we were tempted to violate the treaty just the same.

As to the other games, I had a lot of games figured out using dice, cards, etc. for my tie-up games with various cousins and friends. There were ways we'd decide how we'd be dressed (there seemed to be a rule from the beginning that boys were tied up with their shirts off), how we'd be tied and with what, etc. It depended upon who was playing and what was available. Of course, our fantasy games like "outer space captives" and "captured spies" and the like were always there...any game or fantasy that included someone being taken captive. Generally, though, each game had its own set of rules which seldom changed.

As I post more stories from my past, you will see how elaborate the rules had to be. For one thing, when there were girls involved, girls had to have their own formula for how they were dressed, and when playing with girls, boys had to have a modified dress list, too. For example,boys weren't tied up in loincloths when girls were playing, and girls were not tied up topless. 

Thank you for your encouraging comments. I am recalling and noting some of my experiences which I will write up and post in the near future.

 I told them that I meant what I said, but any reasonable person, in their right mind, would know that there would be some exceptions. He asked,"Like what kind of exceptions?" I responded,"Like no permanent injuries could be inflicted on me or nothing like the underwater escape which was proposed earlier and could result in death should be tried or done."He reiterated that he was only kidding when he suggested the underwater escape.Then he asked me if I thought it would be a good idea to draw draw up a contract which would define what was and was not acceptable.I thought he was crazy but I said,"Why not?" He said,"Good I'll draw one up tonight than you can review and sign it tomorrow.>" "I don't see the need for a contract.I said."It will protect you and limit what can be done to you should you fail to escape and you become a real captive," he stated. That night as I lay in bed reviewing what had happened that day, I realize that the psychological part of Ernies plan was being played out all day long. Again I was stimulated and aroused thinking about the contract Ernie was preparing for my review and signature which would result in my forthcoming ordeal. I had trouble sleeping tossing and turning all night.

 For purposes of anonymity I will not use my full name or the names of my playmates, however, the actual contract did contain our full names.

 Entertainment contract,

 I Susan S.[ hereafter to be referred to as Suedini or the captive] do hereby agree to perform my escape act for the entertainment of Ernie H., Tony K., and Mickey M.[ Hereafter to be referred to as the captors]for a fee of 1 dollar to be paid in full at the contract signing.

 To ensure and guarantee authenticity of the restraints they will be supplied by the captors. To guarantee the authenticity of the escape the restraints will be applied to Suedini by the captors. The captors will be allocated as much time as they need, not to exceed two hours, to properly apply the restraints to Suedini,

 Suedini will be allocated one-hour to effect a complete escape. If after one-hour Suedini has not made a complete escape, by terms of this contract, she becomes the real captive of Ernie H., Tony K. and Mickey M.

 Note:It just occurred to me somewhere earlier in the contract there is a statement as follows:Suedini agrees that while restraining her, her captors need not concern themselves with her discomfort.Stringent bondage is expected to be uncomfortable for the escape artist or captive.

 I agree that by not escaping I have become a real captive. Real captives cannot make rules regarding their treatment, therefore I make none. As your captive I expect to remain bound as I am, have more restraints added or even be rebound in more uncomfortable positions. I will be, as promised by my captors, degraded, humiliated and tormented for my captors pleasure. Since real captives cannot make any rules whatever it will be completely at my captors discretion when I will be released. There are no time limits on this part of the contract. I fully understand I will not be free until their through with me. 

Thats the contract has clearly as I remember it. Would you sign such a contract? Did I? Maybe you'll find out later.

 Ernie asked me to meet him down by the tent after lunch. When I got there all three of my playmates were there. Ernie handed me the contract he had prepared, the contents of which I shared with you earlier, and asked me to read it and then Sign it. When I read it I was overwhelmed by feeling of apprehension and my first tendency was not to sign it, But I realized that I had been obsessing about nothing but this for days and I again became aroused.I decided to show my concern by questioning some of the things in the contract. I asked them what they meant by degradation and humiliation. They explained that anyone who is the captive of someone else must feel degraded and humiliated. Ernie offered to delete those terms if I was going to be so picky about. So I backed off and said it wasn't necessary as long as that was what they meant, because I didn't want to mess up the contract.

 I then asked if there shouldn't be a time limit on how long I could be held captive. I was very quickly and forcefully reminded that real captives cannot make any rules regarding their treatment and that included how long they would remain in captivity. They assured me that I would find them fairly reasonable when it came to how long I would kept at their mercy.

 I for found their explanations fairly reasonable, if they lived up to them, so without any further hesitation I signed the contract.After I had signed a contract all three of them signed it too.

 Ernie suggested that we all walk over to the store and make copies of the contract so that everyone, who was bound by it, would have their own copy.

 On the way back from the store I got up the nerve to ask when they wanted to do this thing. Ernie responded," We need to find a way to do this thing without being interrupted by having to go home for lunch or something. Today's Tuesday, suppose we tell our parents we want to go on all day bicycle trip on Friday." Then he asked me if I thought my parents would allow me to go on all day hike with them. I told them I didn't know but I was willing to ask. I went right home to ask my mother's permission.She said,"Sure why not."

 That night as I lay in my bed I marveled at Earnie's dieabolical plan.He was engaged in psychological warfare with me. Now I had to sit around for two days thinking about, and obsessing over, what was going to happen to me on Friday. It was just a little bit frightening to think that I would be at their mercy, without interruption for the whole day. I wondered if I could handle it. There was no going back now besides I was honestly looking forward to Friday. The two-day wait would seem like an eternity.

I used to play games with children in the neighborhood from when I was as young as six or seven. The games involved capture and tying up, but we did not use ropes (we pretended). When I was about seven, though, I recall the grandson of one of the neighbor ladies coming to spend some time with his grandmother. Kevin was about 12 at the time and I remember he was quite overweight. He played squirtgun and chase games with me. One day, as I was playing in the inflatable swimming pool in the yard, Kevin came over and we began squirting each other with the hose. Later I told him I wanted him to tie me up.

 Now usually, mothers at this point would forbid such activity, but Mom and the neighbor laughed and went inside for coffee or whatever. Kevin got some ropes from somewhere and sat me in a chair. I remember he was wrapping rope all over the chair and I said to him "You're supposed to tie ME up, not the chair!" He replied, "I'm tying up the chair but I'm tying you up with it". 

Well, a while later, I couldn't get out of the chair and he untied me. I had seen people tied to trees in movies and told him to tie me to the post on the back porch, a round metal pole about 6 inches in diameter. Kevin grinned and went to work with enthusiasm, tying my arms behind me around the pole. I noted he did not wrap rope around my chest & waist like they did in movies, and thought I might be able to escape. But when he was about to leave with his grandmother, I had to remind him to come and untie me, which he did.

 I also recall getting a pair of play handcuffs for Christmas once. They were metal and had a pushbutton spring lock. I got my hands locked behind me once with them and ran around the yard playing like I was being chased. I remember I couldn't get them off for some reason and my Mom had to do it for me. I was about seven. I did get a chance to "arrest" some neighbor kids with them.

 It wasn't until I was about nine that I really got interested in trying to involve tying up in every fantasy game I played with my little brother and others in the neighborhood. It seemed that parents, mine and others', when discovering what we were playing, would put a stop to such games, with varying degrees of harshness. Such games usually were played in summer because we could be outdoors and play in nearby woods. 

The first time I recall playing tie-up with a girl was when I was about 9 or 10. She was maybe 7. She came over one day while I was playing with some toy cars or something and just demanded "tie me up". Well, I didn't want to at the time because everyone was home, but she insisted. She went for some clothesline and I went out back to some woods (after telling my parents where I was going) and tied her to a tree. She laughed and giggled the whole time, and got loose the first time but not the second. When her parents began shouting for her to come home, I untied her and we returned. It was the only time I played tie-up games with her. 

My brother, Alvin, 3 years younger than I, would play games and we'd tie each other up some, but he wasn't really interested. He somehow got interested in sports and all he could think of was who was having the next kickball game. 

WEll, this is probably not very exciting, but it does involve some of my earliest memories. As I got older I had more adventures, of which I shall share in near future.

 My cousins, Darlene and Brenda, usually visited me but occasionally my family would make the trip out of state to visit them. I was 15 at this time; Darlene was 14 and Brenda was 12. We were all at their house and my younger brother Alvin had, of course, found the local ball field to play with the neighborhood sluggers. Darlene and Brenda wanted me to go with them to a friend's house. We cleared it with our folks and headed over that way. But instead of going into the house, we went into the garage. 

This garage was neat and clean, looked like it had never held a car. One side was a workshop with a bench & tools, and the other side had a carpet/rug, stereo, and a couch. This house belonged to the parents of my cousins' friend, Tina, who was Darlene's age (14). Darlene told me that they had played tied-up games with Tina during overnite pajama parties, and that Tina had always wanted to have a boy tied up. Without further ado, my two cousins attacked me, pulled off my shirt (one rule was that boys were always tied up with their shirts off), and pulled my hands behind me. I offered only token resistance, of course, and was surprised when they used silver duct tape to bind my crossed wrists behind me (we had always used ropes & clothesline before). 

Darlene said it was too bad I wasn't wearing my swimming trunks, and Brenda joked that they could strip me to my underwear, but they finished tying me up, easily done since my hands were already helpless. 

Brenda had pulled some clothesline out of her purse and they had tied my arms and knees and my taped hands to one of the metal poles in the garage. They told me while tying me that Tina's parents were not home, but Tina was, and that they were going to surprise her with me. I was just a little nervous (Tina being a stranger and all) standing there stripped to the waist, my hands behind me, and my arms & legs bound to the post. 

Brenda closed the garage door and went out the smaller side door. Darlene was checking the knots when Brenda returned with Tina, who was slender and wearing short shorts and a top that bared her midriff (which must've been Brenda's idea). She was quite pretty with short brown hair.

"Surprise!" Darlene & Brenda said, as I offered a token amount of struggling. Tina looked at me and her face lit up as if she had just seen a big pile of money. 

"Oh, boy!" Tina said, approaching me. "Is he tied up good? He's not going to get loose is he?" My cousins assured her that I was helpless. "Oh boy! Tied up with his shirt off! I just LOVE boys with their shirts off!"

 Now I was a slender fellow, no big muscles but no fat either, and with a fairly nice shape for a boy. Tina walked right up to me and began running one hand over my belly and chest. "Oh, he's just like I wanted, with his hands behind him!" she said. Apparently Tina's preferences had been discussed previously and were now accomodated.

Darlene and Brenda said "bye" and started to leave, over my protests. They said they'd be back later and just left. I don't know how far they went... I knew they didn't go home because everyone would be asking where I was. Now I was shirtless, tied up helpless, and alone with Tina who now said she wouldn't untie me unless she got a kiss.

 So I "allowed" her to kiss me...the typical young teenager kiss with the lips together...several times. She untied me from the pole but left my hands taped together behind me, saying I was her "prisoner" and that I had to behave because I was in no position to resist. She was melodramatic about it and was having a blast...and so was I.

She led me into her house and made me walk, shirtless and with my hands behind me, up & down her steps and into and out of various rooms and down into her basement and back. I think she just liked watching me walk around helpless. I know I would have liked to have her at MY mercy.

After about an hour, which included some more kissing, my cousins returned to "rescue" me. I admitted to them that I'd had a good time and we talked about me "getting even" with Tina by having Darlene and Brenda tie her up for me, but it never came about. In fact, I never saw Tina again. What a shame!

Bye BURLAP To SACKLOVER: Have you already made experiences with being stuffed into sacks?

 I was surprised to find our destination was a wooded area not more than five minutes from my home. We walked the bikes a little way into the woodsand locked them to some trees.We proceeded the rest of the way on foot. It hadn't occurred to me before but as we walked into woods I notice that no one seemed to have any rope and when I put my lunch in Ernie's knapsack there was no rope in there either."Where's the beef?" I asked. Knowing full well that was a smart asked question."What beef?"Ernie asked." You know what I mean were's the rope, I don't see any?" I responded."You'll to see soon enough," Ernie replied.

 About 100 foot further into the woods I did see, I saw a huge pile of rope. Much more rope then I had ever seen before. There must have been at least 800 or a 1000foot of rope." Where the hell did you ever get so much rope?" I asked." that's the beauty

 My question: Which (non-erotic-) websites and forums dealing with tied, gagged and/or tickled kids/teens do you know?

 My question: Which (non-erotic-) websites and forums dealing with tied, gagged and/or tickled kids/teens do you know?

 IT WOULD BE GREAT IF YOU COULD POST YOUR FAVOURITE URL'S HERE.

 Thanx 

"Thats the beauty of sleeping out at night, no one knows what you're doing at 3 in the morning,"Ernie said."We just went over to the West side of town and stole all the washlines we could find," they told me."Do youth think we have enough rope Suedini?" Ernie asked."I Guess you do,"I replied."Do you intend to use it all on me today in?"I asked."If not all certainly most of it,"Ernie replied."Don't forget you only have an hour and a half to restrain me,"I reminded them."We know that. We'll use as much as we can in that limited time but don't forget if you don't escape we have all of the rest of the day to use the rest,"Ernie replied."If your ready now let's get started,"Ernie suggested.

They then began to tie me up. I will submit a detailed description of the restraining process in my next submital later today.

 At about age 9 I moved into a neighborhood with some woods on the hill behind our house, and I also met Bobby. Bobby and I were about the same age, both slender, both wore glasses, and both with the same color of hair. We became friends instantly. 

We'd play "Army" or "Man from UNCLE" or some such game, and I'd always get one or the other, or both of us, captured. Neither of us mentioned keeping our games secret from our parents....I think we both knew how some parents could be with the most innocent of games. 

One day Bobby (10), my brother Alvin (7) and I (10) were playing in the woods behind my house, up on the hill. Bobby was going to be captured by the enemy and Alvin and I would have to rescue him. I got Bobby tied to a tree and Alvin wanted to be captured too, so I tied Alvin's hands over his head (Bobby always had plenty of clothesline from somewhere) to a branch. Then I pretended to be the bad guy, torturing the two captives. Alvin said "pretend they tore off my shirt" (there was a rule that said boys were tied up shirtless) so I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his head, and tickled his sides. (Tickling was usually used as a pretend torture.) Bobby did a good job of struggling, so I came over to torture him, too. I pulled his shirt over his head and halfway down his arms (his hands were tied behind him to the tree) and "got" him, too. Bobby managed to free himself and I ran in, now the "good guy", to free Alvin and the three of us, now re-armed with our cap pistols, ran back into battle.

Because my brother was too young to go some places, I often could not go either (not fair, but it's family life). But sometimes I went to Bobby's without Alvin. Alvin had found a few friends in the neighborhood his own age, and never really liked the TUG's (TiedUpGames) much anyway, though he'd play them sometimes when he was in the mood. Bobby's house was cool because often his parents were gone, and he was allowed to have friends in certain parts of his house. 

One afternoon, after a short period of playing with our collection of toy cars, he suggested a tie-up game. We flipped a coin to see who went first, and of course I lost. I pulled off my shirt and he made me take off my shoes and socks. We went to the basement of his house, which had a rug and some old furniture and a furnace & such. He tied me to a pole in his basement and blindfolded me and we made a bet....if I could get out in so many minutes, he was my prisoner...if not, I would be his prisoner. Anything goes (except getting hurt). He set a timer and I began to struggle while he told me what all he was going to do to me. WEll, he was just giving me ideas, but would I get loose in time? He really tied my arms tight to the pole with rope around my arms & chest, and I was really wanting to get loose. 

He told me there were only five more minutes on the timer, and I had not made the least bit of progress. Bobby had planned this out well. About the time I was resigning myself to being his prisoner for the rest of the afternoon, I felt a knot on one side of my wrist. About the time I got the first loop pulled, the timer went "DING!" and he shouted "I WON!" Bobby untied me and went upstairs to get the rest of his "stuff" while I rubbed my wrists. We usually only tied each other's hands & feet, but Bobby really had some ideas for today! Where had he gotten all those ideas? Well, I supposed I might find out, and I couldn't wait.

Bobby tied my hands behind me and made me lie down. He then tied my feet together. I felt just a bit chilly and a little extra helpless wearing only Bobby's swim-trunks (which were very short anyway) and it was delightful. He wrapped a rope around my chest, just above my elbows, and tied it, then he tied my knees and wound the ropes up my thighs to my waist, where he tied my hands to my waist. Finally he bent my knees and tied my ankles toward my wrists (we didn't know the word hogtie then). He took a wide piece of cloth and tied it around my mouth (which did nothing to keep me from talking, but it looked good like in the cowboy movies) and also blindfolded me. Then he began to roll me back & forth on the rug.

I was quite helpless and the struggling was delightful, especially when I thought of how I was going to get Bobby tied next time. He kept me that way for probably 40 minutes, tickling me (a futile pursuit since I was not ticklish) and otherwise gloating over his bound, helpless captive. 

I had got my feet untied from my hands and was rolling around bound on the floor when his parents came home. Bobby hurriedly untied me while answering their questions ("Bobby what are you doing down there?" and "Bobby, are you hungry?" and "Bobby did you take out the trash?", etc etc). I certainly didn't want to be seen this way! I was getting dressed when Bobby's mom asked if I wanted to stay for supper, and I said I'd call my mom and find out if it was OK. As it turned out, my mom wanted me home that evening, and I ended up wearing Bobby's swim trunks home under my clothes. 

Bobby became my most frequent TUG-buddy. I even coined a name for us: "TUGGERs" (guys who played TiedUpGames). Over the years we had quite a few adventures, some tame, some wild. 

 Susan's playmates return to find Suedini still securely bound. Ernie asked Suedini,"How did I do?" Suedini replyed,"Very well." "If you were grading me what sort of grade would I get,"Ernie asked? Suedini answered," A ." Ernie said,"You still have five minutes of escape time left and then you'll become Susan our captive are you ready?" "I Don't have much choice do I," Susan replied.

 "OK times up," Mickey said. Someone I don't know which one rolled me over with his foot.When that happened I knew the escape game was over and my period of captivity had begun. Someone grabbed me by the shoulders and put me in a sitting position. My blind fold was removed and I could see that Ernie had a pillow in his hands. I wondered where he got to pillow I hadn't seen before and more importantly I wondered what he was going to do with the pillow. I was soon to find out. Almost without instructions Mickey grabbed me by the shoulders while simultaneously Tony got me at the knees. Mickey pulled my shoulders back and Tony pulled my knees since there were ropes running under my knees and up around the back of my neck I feel pressure especially on the back of my neck. They did pull my face away from my knees ever so slightly. Suddenly I knew their plan Ernie began trying to force to the pillow between my face and knees. They were going to subjects me to breath deprivation they really seem to enjoy that sort of thing.They have often held me down and put pillows over my face and then as I mentioned earlier all the dunking I got swimming. This was different, I was a little worried, would I be able to breath at all? I found out that although difficult I could breath. I am happy to say they'd never intended to leave me that way very long.They just wanted to frighten me a bit.Ernies psychological warfare. When the pillow was removed I asked what time it was.I was promply told it was none of my the business.Ernie said,"You'll be home for supper."

To be continued later.

 Two good sites for stories are also
CaptivePenny's and
CaptiveKatie's. 
They are both easy to navigate and to add comments or stories of your own.

Suedini, your story gets more and more interesting. Keep it coming. 

 Very very submissively Susan

 So I would like to ask: is it possible put these pictures into the internet (for example to a new yahoo- or delphi- forum)?

 It would be great not only to read, what has happened with the victims, but also to see it.

 What do you think about that?

 Bye

To answer your question, captivepenny.onefortheweb.com I think is the Captive Penny site; the Katie site is I think pub22.ezboard.com/captivekatie or something like that. I'm still not sure about URL things as I am new to the computer. 

Steve, the photo subject comes up occasionally and has, in other forums, been quite controversial. However, if someone begins a photo exchange (of kids playing tied-up, clean fun photos, not porn), let me know...it might be fun!

 After stretching my body to its limits my captors stood back and surveyed their handiwork.Ernie encouraged me to see how much I could move. I just shook my head no indicating that I didn't think I could move at all." Does that mean that you can't move,"Ernie asked. I shook my Head yes."Good then I can expect very little resistance from you,"Ernie said. He picked up the pillow again, straddle my body actually sitting on my lower chest just below my breasts." I think you know what might be going to happen now," he asked?" Remember how you used to squirm when I tried smother you in the past, well now there will be no squirming at all you are completely helpless to resist me," he said. He told me that he planned to test my limits beginning with 40 secounds of breath deprivation than adding 5 seconds more repeatedly until such time as I passed out or he could establish my limit of at least 1 and 1/2 minutes. I was frightened even though I had often swam underwater for two minutes. I also knew that Ernie knew this to because he was often there when I did. Although nervous I was sure that things would work out OK.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while I know and I keep saying that but school's coming up and theres much to be done. I'll find time to write more soon.

 Please come to my forum and post your true/fictional stories and, especially, PICTURES OR VIDEOS which show a victim in a sack.

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My parents and the girls' parents had long visited one another on vacations, etc. Usually the girls would come to visit, but sometimes we visited them or had vacations together at a lake or some other place. When I was 13, Darlene 12, and Brenda 10, they stopped through one spring on a trip to somewhere and were going to stay for 2 or 3 days. 

Now Darlene and I always got along, mostly because we liked to read the same types of things. Darlene usually paired up with me and Brenda with my brother Alvin because of our ages (Alvin was Brenda's age). I was in my bedroom with Darlene, we were fooling around, and she suddenly asked "Do you have any rope?" My heart skipped a beat.

"What for?" I asked. She just shrugged and looked out the window. Well, I had some ropes in a box stashed away but I didn't want her to see where the stash was, or even that I had such a stash, and besides, our parents kept coming in and out of the house. "What, you want me to tie you up?" I asked. 

She said nothing for a bit, and finally said that she'd get loose. "Oh, really?" I asked. "I played a lot of cowboys and indians when I was younger, you know." "Yea, well so did I," she said. She ended up putting her hands behind her and showing me how she could slip them over her butt to get them in front where she could pick the knots with her teeth. We talked just a bit about playing the game and she seemed to want to ignore the subject, and I didn't want to press it lest my intrests fall under the scrutiny of one or more parents.

The next morning, though, we were in the basement of what I call our "new" house (less than a mile away from the house on the hill with the woods, and with woods available nearby), and I told her I didn't believe she could get her hands free if I tied them. She insisted she could, so we had a bet, so to speak. (I wish I had set some terms to the bet.) I crossed her wrists and tied them in my tried-and-true way, and she walked around struggling just a bit and finally sat down on the carpet. But try as she might, she just couldn't slip her hands over her bottom. She conceded defeat and presented her hands to me to untie, and I told her I thought I'd just keep her tied up that way for awhile. "In fact," I told her, "maybe I should tie your feet too, so you can't get away!"

 She really started whining for me to let her loose and, our parents in the backyard clearly visible from the basement window, she began to shout "Daddy!" I shushed her and untied her and she ran out. I am certain that she was not asking for a gag in a playful way (a fact I ascertained later) and, even back then, I knew that if a kid doesn't want to play tie-up, you don't tie him or her up!

Brenda and Darlene and their parents (my aunt & uncle) left the next morning. Neither Darlene nor I mentioned it, and I went back to school (since my school's spring vacation was yet to come for that year). I found out later that, that summer, my uncle's vacation and my father's coincided, and that we would be vacationing at a rented cabin near a lake where there was good fishing and hiking paths and other activities guaranteed to bore the snot out of us.

"Wanna play a game?" I asked. "What?" she answered. I thought, and told her I would be an evil knight and chase her, the princess, and try to capture her. She almost squealed with delight, and I chased her around a bit. Of course, she was no match for my speed, and I'd catch her and hold her (and she didn't try to get away) and we'd do it over again. I asked if she wanted to chase me for a change and she said yes, but I could tell she really wanted to be chased and caught. Naturally, parental shouting summoned us after a short time of this fun back to the drudgery of carrying the same paper plates from one side of the table to the other, and other foolish tasks arranged only to prevent children from having fun.

The next day, though, since it was Darlene's turn to go fishing in the boat, I managed to talk my mother and my aunt into letting me and Brenda get our share of chores done early so we could go "exploring" that afternoon. Well, it took forever to explain that, yes we would stay close, and no we wouldn't go far, and yes we would be careful, and no we weren't going swimming, etc etc. 

I was grabbing a few things from my bag when Brenda came in and asked if we were going to play the same game. "If you want to," I replied, hoping she would. "You could tie me up when you catch me if you had something to tie me up with" she said. I about choked as I assured her I would probably find something appropriate, and stuffed a length of rope and a length of clothesline into the pocket of my cutoffs.

Now I really wanted to tie up Darlene, who was taller and more slender and had long dark hair and on whom I had just a bit of a cousin-like crush. I thought Darlene would look better tied up, and besides, we were closer friends than Brenda and I were. But Brenda, with her curly light hair, was available and willing to play a game I loved, so I put Darlene from my mind and headed out to meet Brenda. It's not that I didn't want to play with Brenda, I just thought Darlene would be more suitable and was surprised that Brenda was so keen. 

After seemingly interminable delays while the grownups thought little things for us to do, we were chasing one another through the woods. I maneuvered her to a place out of sight of the cabin and caught her in my arms. "You are mine, now, Princess, nyah nyah nyah!" I said in my best Snidely Whiplash fashion. "The king will have to pay your ransom before I'll let you go."

 She looked me in the eye and asked "Will you tie me up?" In answer, I pulled the rope from my back pocket and told her to put her hands behind her. She enthusiastically complied, and I soon had her crossed wrists bound helplessly behind her. She walked around like that, tried once (halfheartedly) to escape, knowing it was hard to defend oneself without the use of ones hands, and I used the other piece of rope to tie her to a tree. She squirmed and struggled and, when I took her loose (her hands still tied) to move her to a better spot, she always tried to stay right up against me. 

I untied her and asked again if she wanted to chase me. She said OK but if she caught me she got to tie me up. I was off, and she could not, of course, catch me, but finally I "slipped" and allowed her to catch me. She held the rope and told me to put out my hands. When I did, she looked at me and told me to take my shirt off. Maybe she watched the same movies I had, huh? I pulled my shirt over my head and hung it on a branch, then she told me to turn around and put my hands behind me. 

Brenda did a good job imitating my crossed-wrists tie, but forgot to put the knot on the back of one wrist, so I would eventually pick it loose. She tried to tickle me (I wasn't ticklish, sorry folks...but some tickling does enter our games later) and ended up hugging me, since I couldn't get loose. I admit, I have always liked hugs, so it was a pleasant aspect of a pleasant game.

It didn't take me long to get loose and of course I got to tie her next (the pretense of the evil knight/pretty princess long gone). I joked she should take off HER shirt, and she said "NO!" loudly. But when I started laughing, she unbuttoned the bottom part of her shirt about halfway, rolled it up, and tied it under what would have been her breasts. (I noted then she was actually wearing a bra...did girls start wearing them so young?) She unbuttoned the top couple of buttons and told me that's as much as I was going to get. I tied her hands over her head to a tree branch so that I could put my hands on her bare midriff, and found out she was quite ticklish. I had her squeeling and struggling for short periods of time. Later I tied her hands behind her back again and she kept leaning against me (perhaps she had a crush on her older cousin?) as I led her through the woods, always circling the house, keeping out of sight but not going too far away.

As dusk was just coming on, and parental voices again summoned us to supper, I untied her and, without a word, we went back to family life. My mom couldn't believe I was so good at helping police up the area after the cookout meal, but I told her that I'd take my turn if it meant I could play in the woods later. (Moms have this penchant for dividing up the work yet still keeping you busy most of the time, and I could see neither she nor my aunt much cared for my ingenuity in this matter.) 

The next afternoon, it being Alvin's turn to ride in the boat early, I caught Darlene outside walking up from the dock and grabbed her wrists, telling her I was going to take her prisoner. She laughed, but resisted, and was really trying to get past me. She wanted nothing to do with going into the woods with a boy, even one who was her cousin! 

I gave up on her then, but decided that Brenda was going to be a real "tugger" and decided I'd have to break her in on some of the rules I'd developed over the years....not that it was going to be hard, because she seemed a natural. Problem was, we so seldom saw each other, sometime not for 2 years at a time! Well, I had two pleasant surprises in store for me: (1) We would be together sooner than I thought, and (2) Darlene would eventually become a "tugger" as well! As it turned out, Brenda came out with me into the woods the final day with a cloth belt and a piece of rope of her own, and I used the extra equipment to tie her securely and happily to a tree. 

I waited that night and the next day for my chance and, finally, it came. I was practicing the piano and the grownups decided they wanted to all go shopping. Alvin had just got his paper route money and wanted to go along to maybe buy a new ball bat or something. I begged off, saying I had to practice piano lessons because I had already missed one day, and, as I had hoped, Brenda begged to stay as well. There was, of course, the usual parental bickering..."No, you'll come along" and "You can't stay here" and "but don't you want to buy some nice new socks?"...but when Darlene announced she'd rather stay home and read, it was OK. Nathraq would practice piano and Darlene would watch Brenda. 

Well, I thought, maybe I should practice the stinking piano anyway. Actually, I was ahead on my lessons, but I was still sulking about the bad plans. Maybe Darlene would not keep such a heavy thumb on her little sister. Pessimistically, I knew better.

But no sooner had I gotten my music books out and began banging angrily on the piano, I turned to see both Brenda and Darlene holding toy guns, one of which was my snub-nosed ring-cap revolver. "Come with us", Darlene said. I mumbled something and Brenda said "Please, play along with us?" I raised my hands and was marched, at gunpoint, up to my bedroom.

 I never did find out whose idea it was, but was certain that Brenda had been blabbing to Darlene about our TUG (tied-up-game). I also speculated that Darlene wasn't against playing TUG's, but just wanted a more secure setting. Anyway, in my bedroom, they pointed their guns at me and said "OK, Buster, where's the rope? We're going to tie you up!" Well, I could've hedged about it, but time was a-waistin', so I dug under my old jeans and pulled out a few lengths of rope from my "stash". I thought Brenda was going to bounce out the window she was so happy, and Darlene was grinning from ear to ear. 

"All right, Brenda, you keep him covered and I'll tie him up," Darlene said, tucking the toy gun into a pants pocked. "No, wait," Brenda said, "make him take his shirt off first." Darlene asked why but then pulled her (my) revolver out again and motioned with it. "Off with the shirt, prisoner!" I hesitated and pulled it off, and she added "The T-shirt too!" 

Whereas Brenda was young and inexperienced, her now 13 year old sister was either very smart or had done this before. My hands were soon crossed and tied behind my back. I was turned over on my back and my shoes & socks removed (to some uncomplimentary jokes) and my ankles were tied, each to a bedpost. Darlene pulled out her gun and started tracing the barrel over my chest and, when I tried to sit up, she pushed me on the chest with her hand. Not much I could do. 

Well, Brenda started mentioning gags and blindfolds but neither girl wanted to leave me alone with the other to go get them. I could not, of course, get off the bed, and was laying with my bound hands crossed rather comfortably in the small of my back. I could not free myself. They kept poking me with the gun barrels (and with their fingers) trying to "make him talk". They wouldn't let me up and, since they both knew I was not ticklish, teased me by squirting me with a squirt gun (Brenda's weapon for this adventure)and by keeping one or more of their four hands on my chest, holding me down. I was having a blast, not having to pretend I was securely tied up. When Darlene saw our parents (from the bedroom window) pull into the driveway, she sat me up and began to untie my hands while Brenda untied my feet. They threw me my shirt and ran downstairs to help unload the cars while I got dressed again and joined them, noting that the grownups were interested for some reason in the music books on the piano.

 The next day, the three of us took a walk (Alvin sleeping in late like we usually did) and were lamenting the fact that it was winter and not suitable for going into the woods to play. I thought about taking them to meet Bobby, a TUG-buddy of mine, but decided I wanted to keep both girls for myself, at least for now. Besides, they might not trust Bobby. We discussed rules we should follow (#1 was: NEVER TELL!) and ropes and tactics for getting to be alone. I mentioned that Alvin might play sometime but usually didn't want to, as he was always busy with his own little circle of friends. 

Before they left (the weather forcast being favorable for travel the next couple of days), I did get to tie Brenda's hands. She begged to be tied to a chair in the basement, so I tied her there, worried that, at any moment, Mom or Dad or my aunt or uncle would come down the steps. There is something about a TUG that demands privacy, that requires being away from non-participants. I thought Brenda was going to break the chair trying to get loose. She insisted that I wrap the rope around her upper body several times. But we were left alone, and when Darlene finally came down (as I was hurriedly untying Brenda) to say it was bedtime, she promised that next time we got together, I'd get to tie her up, either with or without Brenda. Now all three of us were tuggers, and I couldn't wait! 

Nathraq: thanks for your great stories. You make me wish I was in your place when I was young. And don't worry, the older stories are all kept on my (main page). On the left side of the page, you'll find the links to the archives. I usually put the stories in the archives at the end of the month, but this month the page was really getting too long, so I archived the first two weeks of August already.

 Keep posting everyone!

 Susan reminds me of Andrea and old playmate of mine. Only Andrea wrote, directed, produced and starred in her plays, games and scenario's.She really loved to be the center of attention. I could never believe that she always enjoyed the uncomfortable positions she created for herself. But she must have because she continued to create scenarios in which she had to suffer a great deal of discomfort.

 I don't know where Andrea is today but I still have my fond memories. Andrea was responsible for me getting into the scene.

This submittal is out of order I screwed up and earlier post. This should have proceeded the to assist as fixed f

 getting the feel of it as it were:) I have a some cool tie up story(s) about Lisa,debie and a few others myself included.

 If i messed this up give me chance to "fix" it I will post latter to day.here is a samll "taset"I got to tie and gag Lisa up in my car and drive her around in public as we wre going to a bar,it was dark outside,i wouldnt have the nerve to do something like that in the daytime :) 

we were both 18.hope I did this right cause i have a LOT to say :) stay cool :) TW

Susna likes to be tied up & gagged! way cool

 OK here is a small story but not the Lisa one that is kinnda long,so I want to make sure I have the hang of this before I tell THAT story,cause it is a good one :) Trust me. this is when i was a boy i had no idea about bondage,i think i was around 5 or 6 and was home by myself with my grandma{ i know but i ment no kids to play with} I was playing make belive,for some reason i was being tied up by my female schoolmates,dont rember my reson for thinking this but i liked it,well i layed in my grandpa's lazy boy chair,put my hands behind my back and pretended i was tied up & gagged,yes evan that young,i was thinkng of gags,weird huh?
Now my grandma was in the liveing room playing a piano and just letting me play,well for some reason i wanted to be tied up and gagged i guess so it would seem more real,hell i dont know why i was a kid. :)

 for some resaon i had a cowboy type bandana,with out much hesitation i went up to my grandma put my hands behind my back and asked her if s"she would tie this" i didnt say tie me up cause i still didnt know anything about bondage,but that changed manny years latter{gee like you guys dont know that huh:) otherwisie why would i be here :) }without saying a word she tied my hands like i asked ,she then went bck to playing the piano. I didnt try to get loose,i just ran around he house for a while with my hands tied behind me,how long i did this i have no idea,but when i got bored,i went to my grandma and asked her to untie the bandana,she did,and never said a word about tieing me,i think i had to go to the kitchen for her to untie me

 At one point and i dont know why i hid under the dinning room table with my hands tied,just being a kid i guess.That was the only time i ever asked her asked her to do that and latter wheni was older,i got into tieing up girls,and my sister of course :) Hey what are brothers for :) 

stay cool

 ps geez this was suppose to be short,sorry :)

 Trust me I know. I am sure that on occasion, while enduring and uncomfortable position, she second guessed herself. As long as she continued to create plays, games or scenarios in which she got tied up and tormented, she was enjoying herself.

 As I continue to share my experiences I believe you will find that I one occasion had to prompt Ernie into tying me up. Remember Iam obsessive compulsive especially when it comes to bondage. My bondage.

 well i have but i need to think on this:) hopefully you wont be unhappy with what i come up,rest assured you will be gagged,that is a given ,i think you know that :) Come on guys whats a matter with you people huh?? A woman basicly says "I need to be punished,do with me what you will "~ok not in THOSE words but i think i am reading Susan right,if not tell me or at least give me clue :) but guys she WANTS to hear from us come on fellas,dont tell me she is makeing you guys nervous.zorro where are you?and all the regulars? 
I may be new to posting her but i have been reading here for months.Btw FX has a good movie on no witha an exlent bondage scecne comeing up so if you read this before 1230 eastern time (i think) check it out.

 Also if i get carried away with the html,please let me know,this is after all about people being tied up.stay cool :)

 PS I will post the Lisa story today i promise but Susan hasgotten me off track :) but that is more than ok with me :) latter 

(Canuck, please render the appropriate advice; I think I have a good suggestion.) 

Susan, I recommend that you (1) get a hotmail account (they're easy and free), (2) post that hotmail address here, and (3) let your "punishment" suggestions and/or instructions be e- mailed to your hotmail address. I promise I will be among the first to submit some suggestions to you. 

The fourth part of my suggestion is the most important: Please keep posting your stories; they are becomming quite popular! Gosh, I would love to have had, when I was a teenager, a "playmate" who was as enthusiastic as you were! What a "tugger" you would have been! 

The fact is, from ages 6 or 7 through 15, I probably only played an average of a few TUG's (TiedUpGames) per year. Oh, I would've played more often, but I think we all know the many obstacles: parents, chores, homework, fate, lack of suitable (private) facilities, weather...and of course, there isn't always a willing "tugger" around...especially a girl!

Now, there's nothing wrong with boys playing tiedup games with each other, but it seems reading stories about boy-->girl and girl-->boy, and even girl-->girl will be much more popular. But my most frequent and available Tug-buddies were boys. 

I and my fellow tuggers, like most kids, spent the vast majority of our time doing normal kid stuff: watching TV, doing chores, going to school, doing homework, pursuing hobbies, and attending to family life. 

Well, enough of that. Now, on to a story.....

"Hey, Nathraq, wanna come over Saturday and watch Tarzan movies with me? My Dad will be working on the house and we can have dinner afterwards." "I'll ask," I told him, "and call you back." Bobby and his TV Guide. Count on him to know when the good movies are on. (This was before the days of the VCR.)

There was the usual conversation with my mom: Yes I'll be sure all the chores are done. No, I won't need anything. Yes, Alvin can come along if he wants to. No, I don't have a whole lot of homework and if I do I'll do it on Friday like always. Yes, Bobby's mom will be home. Yes, I'll ask Dad. No, I don't want to do it here, we want to do it at Bobby's. My parents were very good parents, but they were still parents. Sheesh! 

On Saturday, Bobby and I were in front of his TV in the family room, reasonably sure we could watch the afternoon movie without too many parental interruptions. In this particular movie, Tarzan's boy, "Boy", had been taken prisoner and tied up. We were laughing at the silly gag and generally critiquing the bindings (we both knew we could do better) and Bobby mentioned how it must feel to be tied up wearing only a loincloth. Now both of us had been tied up in swimming trunks, but this was different. 

I was making fun of the loincloth anyway. "Look," I said, "just lift up the flap in the front and you can see everything. And there's only a flap in back, too." "You're dumb, Nathraq. It's a long piece of cloth, or animal skin or whatever, and it goes between the legs and under a rope and tucks over." I hadn't really thought about that. Next commercial, he got a dustrag from somewhere and, using his belt, formed a loincloth right over his jeans. He put the belt on ("pretend this is a rope or a strip of leather or something") and tucked the cloth under it in front, folding a "flap" over the front, passed it between his legs, and tucked it under the belt in back, pulling it over and down to form a "flap" in the back. He was really getting interested in it. After a few tugs and pulls, come the next string of commercials, he got a pair of scissors and trimmed the length, cutting off the corners to give it a V- shape in front and back. "Yea," I said, "but it will be open on the sides." "It's supposed to be", he said. And, of course, watching Tarzan and Boy, we could see that the sides were open almost all the way to the waist. 

In the next movie, Tarzan was tied up and we critiqued that, too, and laughed when a gagged girl was brought in with her hands tied loosely in front of her. 

Bobby's dad came home from his "hobby house" later and we had supper, and I was home in time to get an hour of piano practice.

Bobby's dad was a well-paid professional, but had this "manual labor" hobby of his. He bought this old house not too far away, and, as a hobby, was fixing it up. He didn't care if he eventually made a lot of money, and he had done it before...it took the place of going fishing or to watch ball games on Saturdays, and he could do it in bad weather. He'd strip and plaster the walls, paint, change doors, put in new sinks, etc. It was a small house but he kept the electric & water going and just took his good old time. It might take him a year to put in a new window. The reason I liked it is because, occasionally, I could go over and make a few bucks helping him out with painting or grass cutting or other unskilled jobs. I was about to get a new reason.

 Bobby told me at school the next week that his dad was going to be out of town Saturday and had just finished the walls in one of the rooms. Bobby and I were offered the job of painting one room, which would have been a laundry room I guess. Only one window, the door frame wasn't up yet...a perfectly easy job. "We can work fast, and tie each other up when we're done." "Cool," I said. 

There was the usual longwinded conversation with my mother, who reminded me of piano lessons in the morning (no problem) and that she wanted me to sweep the steps leading up to the house at 3 or 4 o'clock. I swear, chores are something that a parent invents to interrupt a kid's activities. It took me 20 minutes to tell her that I could do it at 10am and have the entire afternoon free for my "job". Come Saturday, though, I took my piano lesson, came home and practiced while Alvin was having his lesson, and swept the steps while Alvin was practicing. A few unnecessary delays later, and I was on my bicycle peddling like mad, eager to make a few bucks to supplement my meager allowance. 

Bobby's dad had everything laid out for us, and within an hour we had coated the plastered wall with two coats of some nasty blue. We cleaned up the mess and took turns taking a bath (we had paint all over us). Then we went to our bikes to get our "stuff". Bobby had saddlebags on his bike, and I had two coffee cans (one under the seat, and one on the frame) with plastic lids, both painted, which my dad had put on there to carry things. We brought in plenty of ropes and clothesline and Bobby revealed his surprise: Two loincloths. 

I was hesitant to wear them...I mean, I thought it was a bit much to be tied up in the little bikini-type swim trunks we used sometimes. But Bobby wanted to do it with loincloths. "Come on, it'll be like we're captured slaves, and given only rags to wear." We flipped a coin and I lost, so I would be first. I went into an empty bedroom to change. 

"Wow" Bobby said. "That looks COOL! Man, this is going to be so cool!" Well, I felt pretty helpless already. Now, usually I was the "Game Master", coming up with the methods we would choose for seeing how the "tuggers" were tied, etc etc. Understand, too, that there was no "gay" attraction here...it was pure fantasy and adventure at that age. Well, given Bobby's enthusiasm, I said something like "You sound like Alvin" (I think it was Alvin, my younger brother by 3 years, who came up with the idea or rule that we had to have our shirts off when we were tied up...this had become tradition, at least for boys) and submitted to the game. 

We decided that the "captor" would determine the way the captive was tied, so I made sure the curtains were drawn and placed myself at Bobby's mercy. First, of course, he crossed my wrists behind me and tied them, vertically and horizontally. No changing my mind now, I thought. Actually it felt sort of cool to be almost naked, a captive only allowed to wear rags. He took me into one of the two bedrooms where there was an old pipe, I think it had been a gas line, going from floor to ceiling, maybe six inches from one wall. He tied my ankles together and teased me a little bit, pushing me this way and that while I tried not to fall (it was a standard part of the play) and then pressed my back against the cold metal pipes. 

Bobby then tied my bound wrists to the pipe, and wrapped a rope around my waist. He decided he didn't like that, and removed the waist rope, threading it behind me and wrapping it around my chest, just above the elbows, pinning my arms to my sides and my body to the pole. He then tied my ankles to the pole and, using the Nathraq Knee technique (as he called it), tied my legs to the pole just above the knees to prevent me from sitting or squatting, so I had to stand straight up. We had a rule against ropes tied around the neck or across the throat, but he took a thick rope and shoved it in my mouth like Boy had been gagged in the Tarzan movie. It was about as ineffective as you can get, but it added a nice element to the overall appearance of the scene, I think. He kept telling me how cool it looked (I'm glad it wasn't winter!) and after I was secured and helpless, he began the usual taunts. "Haha, you're all tied up. You can't get away. You're helpless. I have my clothes on but you're stripped! You are at my mercy, prisoner!" and so on. Then he threatened to pull off my loincloth and blindfold me with it, and call some girls to come in. This would've horrified me except I knew he was kidding. He did finally wrap a blindfold around my eyes, and he's prod me with his finger and tell me he was going to torture me until I would submit to slavery, etc etc. I'd pretend not to be able to talk, ahh-ing and uhh-ing around the thick piece of rope tied into my mouth. I struggled as much as I dared, not trusting yet, of course, the strength of the pipe to which I was tied, and after awhile I got my hands free and began to untie myself. Now it would be Bobby's turn. And we were running out of time.

I got his hands tied behind his back, wrists crossed and looped in my usual fashion. I liked the crossed-wrists better than the palm-to-palm. But I had learned, in addition to running the ropes vertically & horizontally, to run a few loops around each wrist, to prevent them from being pulled through the crossed ties. Bobby and I were the same age (at this time he was still 11 and I had just turned 12) and about the same size, both slender. As I was tying his feet, he mentioned that, after this turn, there would be only time for one more tie. He suggested that, since I got loose, that if he didn't get loose I could tie him on the third turn, if he did get loose that we'd be even and would settle with a coin toss. I agreed. I tied his arms at the elbows, pulling them sort of behind him, not touching but he would have been unable to get the rope off his arms with his wrists tied. Also, I liked this because it left the chest bare...no rope across the chest. I tied his knees and noted that he was, indeed, as near to being naked as you can get without showing anything "nasty". (Butts in those days were taboo.) I bent his knees and tied his hands to his feet, looping the rope several times and tying it off behind his wrists where he couldn't possibly reach the knots with his fingers. We never used the term "hogtied" then. 

He was now immobilized and I began the usual taunts as I rolled up a cloth and cleave-gagged him with it (we didn't know the term then). It made speech slurred but not impossible...we hadn't learned much about gags at that point. Flnally I blindfolded him and stepped back to watch. 

It was fun watching him struggle, rolling back & forth on his belly and reaching blindly with his helpless fingers for knots he'd never find. He yanked with his legs and even got onto his back once. In his muffled, garbled speech he told me how cool it felt to be completely helpless, and I of course was describing the scene to him: "You can't even straighten your legs, you can't stand up, you can't walk. And when we get ready to torture you, we're going to pull that rag off! And we'll bring in women to torture you! And we all have our clothes on, and you're almost naked!" and so forth and so on. Well, after the required time (I think it was 30 minutes) he still wasn't loose, and gave up. I teased him some more and let him loose so he could rub the red grooves on his wrists. (We had a few methods of calling attention away from them, as you'll find out in later stories...usually they disappeared within a short while, anyway.) Reminding me that I got the next tie, he remained in his slave rag loincloth while I gathered up a few things. 

I had spotted some heavy eyebolts in the ceiling of one bedroom where, apparently, lamps or something had hung. I went in to check it and could not pull them from the ceiling. I went in to ask Bobby if he was ready and he said yes and turned around. "No, in front" I said. He was surprised...I never tied anyone's hands in front...not helpless enough and too easy to escape. But he complied and I tied his wrists together, palm-to-palm (best for an in-front tie, I thought) and cinched it tight. I blindfolded him and walked him into the bedroom. "But I can reach up and pull off the blindfold," he said. "Not unless you want a spear to stab you in the back," I replied. Running a rope through his wrist bindings, I pulled the rope up (standing on an old broken chair we had used to reach the upper parts of the walls while painting) and threaded it twice through the eyebolt, and pulled it tight. I pulled the rope over to the other eyebolt and looped it twice through that one (halfway across the room) and knotted it. Bobby could get his heels on the ground, but that was it...he was stretched, arms overhead, and the ropes knotted where he could not possibly reach them. I removed his blindfold long enough to show him what I had done (so he would feel hopeless as well as helpless). I tied his ankles together and he suggested I wind rope all around him, but I told him it would be stupid. Wrapping a rope around someone doesn't do diddlysquat unless it pins his or her arms down...he just wanted the feeling, I guess. I put his blindfold back on. Well, we had agreed on no tickling for this occasion, but I did snug up his loincloth by tugging downward on the "flaps", exposing just a little more of his waist and belly and thinking how nice a girl would look like this (with some sort of top on, of course.) (For those of you who read my last story, it hadn't happened yet at this time...my experiences tying up girls were very limited at this point.) 

After spinning around and me generally pretending to be "rough" with him, it was time to go and we both got dressed and left. The loincloth, however, soon became a "bargaining tool" in later, more complicated games ("If you let me have swimming trunks instead of a loincloth, I'll let you add one more level of tying, or a gag....") and I used it as a "torture wear" on subsequent games, though we usually wore pants or swimming trunks. 

About hotmail...you type in www.hotmail.com and the browser shows you a free e-mail site. Click on it. It will show a login page and ask you if you're new and want to set up your own hotmail. Just answer the questions. 

The first and last names you give them will of course show up in any e-mail you send. So just put "Submissive" for the first name and "Susan" for the last name (if you want...you can call yourself "George WAshington" for all anyone cares). The point is you have some privacy since you don'thave to use your real name. You have to come up with the address and a password, and there is a "secret question" you make up yourself and the answer thereto in case you forget your password or incase you want to change your password. The answer to the "secret question" has to be typed in EXACTLY like you did the first time. After that, it's free. 

The password is case sensitive, the e-mail addy is not. Just read all the instructions...if I can do it, anyone can! 

And please, don't be offended...I only wanted to give you an option you might want to use later. 

Please post more of your intriguing story! You have all of us in suspense! (And you're a hard act to follow!)

Waiting in enthusiastic anticipation,

 Well most of my bondage expiriences (aren't I a wretched speller? Oh well, I'm to lazy to look that one up) take place with the same general group of kids in games such as cops and robbers or coyboys and indians. I lived on a street where all my peers were girls, although they were what some call "tomboys". Basically they were interested in the kinds of things I was. During the summer I spent many happy days playing fun games and running around in the sun. One of our favorite games was cops and robbers. 

One day after normally being invited out to play by my best friend, who we'll call Jessica, she and Emma (another local and close friend) invited me to play a different kind of Cops and Robbers that they had thought of. 

"So basically it goes the same way except you're allowed to tie people up." Jessica explained with a smirk on her face. I gazed on skeptically. "And the point of this is?" I questioned unsure. She shrugged. "A mere change of pace. C'mon. It'll be cool." she insisted. "We can tickle torture and stuff." Emma grinned widely as she spoke. "It'll be fun." Alana, (who would most likely be on my team) shrugged. "Why not?" she questioned me. I gave in. Why not? 

It was dumb to stand there alone, but when you are doing something rather unintelligent (and it's your idea), it never accurs to you that it's not a very swift thing to be doing. I stood there in the middle of the field waiting from my partner to come back. I was in clear open vision of the enemy, but that never accured to me. I was waiting Alana's arrival. She had run over to her house, (we all lived in the same block radius), in search of her plastic gun she had left there. We (she and I) were the cops. I wore my plastic badge proudly as the sun glinsted on my form, and felt the plastic handcuffs and pistol in my pocket. Perhaps the handcuffs would come into better use with this tying up rule, I thought absent mindedly as failed to realize the game had started. Without notice a hand tightly gloved in black leather clapped over my mouth, and I was grabbed firmly by more than one set of hands from behind, my hands wrenched behind my back with a snap. With my lips tightly covered and powereful hands rendering me helpless I was dragged across the lawn and pulled into Jessica's pool house. I was forced face first onto the ground, someone was sitting on my backm pinning me and my arms. The hand seemed to get tighter as I heard Jessica ask Emma for some rope. Quickly a heard a noise like somthing being tossed through the air. The hand was released from my lips and Jessica (who I assumed was pinning me) drew my wrists together. The were sharply roped together in a tight, yet careless fasion. I let out a scream but Emma was over in a flash, clamping and leather gloved hand over my lips, while at the same time pushing the back of my head into her hand with her other hand, rendering me silent. In a matter of three minutes at the max (I guessed) she had me bound with a thin cord-like twine tightly all over, my wrists, ankles, knees thighes, and chest all bound tightly restraining me with ease. When the two robbers backed up to admire their handywork, before a let out another scream. "You want to shut him up, or should I?" questioned Jessica with a smirk smile on her face. "Go ahead." Emma encouraged. Jessica walked toward me and jumped on top of me, pinning me to the ground she pulled out a sock from her tight jeans pocket and forced it into my mouth roughly, packing it in with force. She then produced a red handkerchif, and wraped that around my head, placing me into a right detective gag. I let out another scream, but the tight gag and firm packing kept me quiet. I didn't like it at first, but eventually the helplessness felt good. Being gagged wasn't like I imagined it. When you look at those goofy gags in action cartoons (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and the such) the gags look foolish and you think "hey, I could get out of that easily" but after being gagged I could do nothing but grunt. "Well, what should we do with out cop friend here?" Jessica smiled. Emma's grin grew as she thought of what to do with a bound and gagged friend. To be continued... 

So, your stories are welcomed here, but please only post those that do not contain pain or humiliation.

I had a Japanese friend some years ago. He, like those of his culture, could not stomach the idea of a pocket handkerchief. Think about it...after its use you put a cloth full of snot in your pocket! For a culture obsessed with cleanliness, not very palatable. One day at a restaurant, I pulled my handkerchief out of my pocket, to his horror! He asked me if I was going to use it right there at the table, but I took off my glasses and began to wipe the lenses (the main reason I kept a handkerchief). I explained to him that I understood and respected his views and needed the handkerchief for wiping my glasses, pocketed the handkerchief....and did a very good imitation of a big nose blow on my NECKTIE! Poor fellow about turned green, and everyone had a good laugh at his expense. 

Well, just a little humor, though a true story. Funny thing, though...I did on more than one occasion have the opportunity, as a joke or in play, to tie someone up but no rope available. A rolled up handkerchief (diagonally) can be very effective at temporarily binding the wrists of an impromptu "victim", a technique I have used more than once. A necktie can also be useful, by the way. (It's not always feasable to remove a belt from one's trousers.)

 Also, both were used in a movie once. Lisa Charles, in the movie "Berry Gordy's Last Dragon", portrayed by the lovely Vanity, had been captured. Wearing a very short dress, her hands were bound behind her back. To keep her quiet, one of her captors pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, shoved it in her mouth, pulled off his necktie, and made a very tidy gag! Its worth renting the movie (a kind of charming story in itself) just to see the several good minutes of DID. 

Keep that handkerchief in your pocket!

One afternoon, I walked outside the fence, determined to greet them, and saw a boy, about eleven, with his arms tied down to his sides. His hands weren't tied. It reminded me of the ludicrous way people were tied up in cartoons. He was running around laughing, being chased by two girls with squirt guns. When they saw me, they calmed down a bit and the boy, probably embarrassed, ran behind a parked car and began extricating himself from his ineffective bonds. 

I waved, they waved, and we met in the middle of the street where I introduced myself and proceded to welcome them to the neighborhood.

 As it turns out, they were staying for a couple of weeks with their grandparents, who lived down the street. I was introduced, eventually, to all five of the children (all of whose names I can't remember, so I'll have to make them up):

 John, eleven, whose arms were tied
Debbie, fourteen 

Karen and Tina, 12-yr-old twins, and
Kenny, 15, a cousin to the other four.

 I mentioned, in passing, that John wasn't tied up very well, to which the oldest boy, Kenny, replied: "Well, we were just fooling around. If they'd wanted to tie him up good, he would still be tied up!" Aha! I thought, tuggers! or at least some of them! I usually have to come up with some way to initiate these games, and I thought this might be easy. "So what are you all playing or doing?" I asked. They told me then that they were visiting their grandparents and invited me up to the house. 

Grandma was being like a typical parent, wanting to know what each of them had been doing each and every minute, and after a seemingly lengthy interrogation, greeted me and offered me some Kool-Aid. Shortly afterward, she got her purse and said she was going to walk downtown for some shopping and told the kids to behave, and I excused myself. Not ten minutes later, Kenny was shouting for me from outside the fence, telling me to come over, and bring my swimming trunks. I told my folks I was going swimming (answering the usual questions about when, where, with whom, time of return, etc etc) and walked over with my trunks and a towel. Funny, they didn't have a pool that I could remember. But they were having a blast, playing squirtgun tag or something, so I joined the fun with a borrowed weapon from their not-inconsiderable arsenel.

They were trying to come up with a game and I thought up one quickly, proposing it to them. I won't go into the complicated details of it, but rest assured, when I mentioned the part about taking and rescuing prisoners, all five kids were delighted! We quickly divided up into teams, avoiding the boy-girl breakup. As oldest, Kenny headed one team and as second oldest, I headed up the other. We divided along age lines (alternating back & forth) and, after adjustments, ended up with: 
Team #1: Kenny, Debbie, & Karen 
Team #2: Nathraq, Tina, John. 

We set up bases (one on the front porch, one on the back porch) and a battleground with boundaries, and a couple of the kids came out with a pile of white ropes cut in various lengths. We divided up the rope and squit guns and went to work.

John drew first blood, capturing Debbie and giving me the honors of tying her up on the back porch. I tied her hands behind her and tied her to the post on the back porch. She looked very cute in her two-piece bathing suit. Tina added the gag, stuffing her mouth with wadding (this is, believe it or not, the first time I had seen an effective gag) and tying a long cloth tightly between her lips. So that's how it's done! Hmmmm. While Tina and I were busy tying up Debbie, Kenny announced (via yells around the house) that he had just captured John. Well, one of us couldn't try to effect a rescue so we had to leave Debbie tied up and try, together, to rescue John. But halfway around the house, I had a better plan. We returned to find Karen trying to untie Debbie and hosed her down, then tied her up. She didn't want her hands behind her, she said, but Tina looked at me and grinned, and together we tied up Karen, her twin sister insisting on a hogtie on her belly on the porch! 

Well, Kenny at this time was alone, and came out with a white flag of truce (which we were rule-bound to honor) and suggested an exchange, John for one of the girls. Both girls were squirming and, though muffled by their gags, plainly saying "me, me! Trade for me!" It was during those negotiations that their grandmother came back in a cab with her packages, just when we were having fun! Surprisingly, she just told Kenny not to forget to untie John and walked into the house! We decided we'd schedule our next game for the next day and play up in the woods. I told them I knew a good spot (which I did) and we untied the three captives and broke up for the day. 

 I was either in elementary school,5th or 6th grade,or my first year in jr. high. Well as almost any sister who has a brother will tell you he probably tried to tie her up or DID tie her up. :) Again I say what are brothers for :) Now while a lot of people here,included games to mask the true intent of tieing someone up,me and my sister just played out and out tie ups.

 Whenever I asked her if i could tie her up.she almost always said yes.I think she was around 8 or 9,its been so many years.well one time when the mood had struck me and she said yes,this is what happened:
Being fairily young myself and not knowing evan the word bondage,my tie ups of my sister were very through,maybe too much sometimes,{and yes Susan she was almost always gagged :)} however I never evan thought of hog tieng her,and a little something that has me wondering,how is it that almost all the other people here knew about stuffing the mouth and then covering it up,that never occurred to me until way latter at around 18? was i just slow or were you guys just way ahead of me :)

 Okay now this time I used masking tape to tie and gag my sister(where the heck did all the other kids here get duct tape?btw,one of my fav now) I had her put her hands to her side, and staring at her wrist i wound the tape several times,and i kept going up to her shoulders,nothing pretty or fancy but very efficent:) then I had to gag her :)i wound the masking tape all the way around her head covering he mouth from below her nose to the bottom of her chin. Then I tied her legs,well taped,just like her upperbody,she was going nowhere,and couldn't hardly make a noise,well I wasn't finished,I was not content just to leave her tied up like that, I picked her up and carried her into the living room so she could watch tv,while she was tied up and gagged( what a good bro huh?)
I then went into the kitchen to make me a snack. I checked on he a few times,her back was to me.she seemed very content as she watched tv and did not do much struggling. Well then I had this bright idea,I saw it in a movie or tv show t,I picked my sister up,carried her into the kitchen and set her on the chair,then I sat across from her and proceed to eat my snack while she sat there tied up and gaged,all she could do was watch me.

 And i of course said the dumb brother stuff,"do you want some" "speak up I cant hear you" you all know that'speech'All of a sudden it just didn't seem right for me to be teasing her like that it seemed way to mean and just weeird. .So did I untie her,well not right yet(brothers) I took herback to the living room,then i finished whatever i was eating THEN i went in to untie her. :) took awhile too. I never wound masking tape around her had after that cause I had a heck of a time getting it off so I wouldn't hurt her.

 Yes I of course gagged her a lot of more time but not like that. after i got her loose,she either went out to play or finished watching tv, Idont rember wich :)
I will tell you latter about how I helped my sister tie up her girlfreid,they asked me to help well i voultereed :) but they were playing tie up on there own when I happened to check on them,so I just had to ask if they wanted any help,and they both said YES :) Like i said, what are brothers for :)

 stay cool till next time.

 Zorro,you crack me up! :) There are a lot of people who dont "get you" well i do :) funny stuff pal :)

 Vicki I hope you are still around,you are doing what you think is right,so do not worry ,plus just the fact that you are so conncerned speaks Volloumes. Also unlike stanley you did not gag your son,plus the fact your son is much older than 6,and you are his mom :) You are doing nothing wrong. Again if you gagged him,well that wouldve been a diff story,but you didnt so relax and follow your motherly instincts:) :) 

Stan nothing personel,but i am sorry,as innocent as your games my be if you re 20 or so and ot imediate family you really shouldnt gag a 6 yr old girl,evan if she ask you to.since you are family i think i is ok for you to tie her up,lightli if she ask you too,but the tickleing,gee stan as you saw a lot of people jumped on you. Oh and for the record the guy who ballgagged 2 little girls,not cool at all he was not related,but that also depends on how much you belive what he wrote

I am sure I misssed a lot of people hear but i read almost evry post. people, keep up the cool stories,

 I cant belive this site has benn here for 3 yr,and I only found it a few months ago!!!

This time, the girls insisted on being on one team and making us boys be on the other team. Kenny agreed quickly, and the plans were made. We boys had our base in the basement, the girls in an upstairs bedroom. The rules were that no more than one prisoner could be taken at a time, and that prisoners could not be released, though they could escape if they were able. (My rules this time...I wanted some time alone with my captives!)A formula for prisoner taking and deciding the winners was implemented. The battle ground was the front & back porches, and the downstairs. Because we were in the house, we'd unload our guns and pretend.

Kenny and John snuck outside and around the house and engaged one of the girls on the front porch. Outnumbered, she retreated right into my arms. It was Tina, one of the twins. I put my pistol to her back and marched her down toward the basement while Kenny and John snuck around trying to find the other two girls. I was looking forward to tying up the slender and cute Tina (we were still in bathing suits, having anticipated a squirtgun battle) when we were surprised by Karen and Debbie, who immediately took me prisoner. Sneaking up the back steps from the kitchen, they took me upstairs to a bedroom and, amid much giggling, tied my hands behind me rather expertly and tied me to a tall bedpost. Well, they tried to tickle me to torture me into telling our battle strategies but, and I apologise to the readers for telling the truth, I am not ticklish. Then they threatened to kiss me but none of them wanted to do it. Tina, however, insisted that she stand guard while the other girls were out looking for the boys. She kept standing very close to me. Karen told her no way would I escape, but relented. I was, however, blindfolded with a white cloth, but even with my glasses off (placed in plain view on a dresser incase I could escape) I could still see who was in the room. 

When the girls snuck downstairs, Tina who remained, still tried to tickle me. Finally she put her arms around me and started hugging me, telling me she wasn't going to let me go. Now, in those days we didn't think much past hugs and kisses, so the experience was very, very pleasant for me. A short time later, Karen came in to say that Debbie had been captured and she barely escaped, and would need Tina to help her fight the two remaining boys. They left me alone, tied to the bedpost, while they went into battle. 

My hands were expertly tied, palms together, and I could not get free. After an eternity, Tina returned, out of breath, and told me that the other girl had been captured...her dice roll allowed her to escape (some of the decisions were made with coin- toss and dice rolls, according to my complicated master plan) and that she now had only 15 minutes to go back into battle or she would lose. She was afraid she would be captured and lose the game for her team, since the boys could simply stay together to keep her outnumbered. 

I told her that if she surrendered, I would go easy on her (since I knew that the other two girls had been very securely bound and gagged, according to the boys' battle plan) and that she would not be gagged and she would not be tied up too much. She kept hugging me and saying that SHE wanted ME tied up. Well, the boys were hollering for her to come out, that she only had 3 more minutes, and she began to untie me. Our secret agreement was that she would surrendeer to me if I would meet with her the next day and play alone, just the two of us. "We'll have to use squirtguns," she said. "Why?" I asked. She shrugged and I told her I would meet her at noon the next day, for her to bring 2 good squirt guns and plenty of ropes, and she smiled and untied me. 

Just as the boys were coming up the steps, I emerged from the girls' room, holding a squirt gun to Tina's head, her hands and arms tied behind her. "I captured the last girl", I told Captain Kenny, who whooped and shouted his victory yell. True to my word, I was very kind to my prisoner, not tickling her too much (the other two girls were in tears) and not tying her up too tightly (the other girls were hogtied and gagged). I wondered how they would believe that I could free myself and capture Tina, and figured that eventually Tina would blab and get herself into serious trouble as a traitor. 

But I was looking foreward to playing with Tina...that, however, is another story.

 Anyway this is for adults 18 & over,it is still love themed But for Adults only, I feel funny useing the "B" word here cause there is some young ones here.

 Anyways it is up,i am still working on it,please feel free to leave storries that dont fit here,the adult ones,and give me some advice I can take it,very little restictions.post ALMOST anything you want. again first & last time I will mention this unless somebody asks :) thanks every body

 stay cool and dont hold back :) 

I notice, however, a few more stories added today. Munkyman, please compose and post part two as soon as you can. What a fun time that must have been! And, Ash, the romanticism of your story is indeed heartwarming. 

Sherman, by the way, I did enjoy your last few posts. You, too, seemed to have had some fun experiences of which, if there are more of them, I should like to read. I promise I won't even criticize your grammar and punctuation! Ha ha! 

I consider myself proud and pleased to share this forum with all who post and all who read. 

 Cuffs

Last time I had uncharacteristically made a pre-emptive strike by kidnaping Chris and Kevin pretty early Monday morning of spring break. They never managed to get us back that day, so I knew they would be eager for revenge. After all, that's part of what keeps our games going. I was expecting their revenge, and frankly looking forward to it. Tuesday morning I was barely awake when my parents left. Wearing my pink pajamas, I ate breakfast watching TV. After a while the phone rang, and when I got up to answer it there was a long silence then a click. I hung up, thinking it was a wrong number or something. When I returned to the living room to finish my cereal I almost had a heart attack when Chris rushed at me from the hallway entrance. Chris and Kevin were known for their extensive surprise plots, but this must have taken some serious planning and synchronizing of watches or something. You've probably already figured out that Kevin had called from who knows where so Chris, who had come in the back door downstairs, could come up the stairs without me hearing him. He grabbed each of my arms and wrestled me to the floor face down. "You guys have way too much time on your hands, you know?" I said as he pulled a length of rope from his pocket and tied my arms behind my back. "Of course. It's spring break, remember?" he responded. He saw that I was barefoot, so he pulled off his own sock and shoved it in my mouth, sealing it with black tape which I later learned to be luggage tape. Don't ask what happened to good old duct tape, maybe they ran out. Then he tied my legs together and stood up to inspect his handiwork. About this time Kevin burst through the door, saw me, and knew their plan had worked. "Good job," he said and they gave each other a casual five. Then Kevin pulled out a hankey and tied it tightly over my eyes, and they both lifted me up and carried me downstairs to the basement. They set me down on the floor and I heard some clanging and creaking near my head, and soon I realized they were unfolding the fold-out bed of the couch. They lay me on it and untied my hands. There were no bedposts because it was fold out, but each corner had a leg or support so they tied rope around each of my hands and tied the other end to the corresponding bar. They did the same with my feet, so I was tied tightly spread eagle. I couldn't see them, but I knew what was coming next. Each of my feet were seized and tickled furiously. I went into hysterics for the full 10 minutes that they tickled before they finally let me catch my breath. "We'll be back," said Chris, and I heard footsteps go up the stairs. I pulled at my bonds and they were all secure. As is usually the case, I could do nothing but wait. I didn't know if they planned to involve Steph and Lisa, but they would probably try since they had helped me humiliate Chris and Kevin last time. Nothing much happened for a while, I was just fantasizing and idely struggling. After about half an hour, I heard a faint click that sounded like the back door closing. I didn't know if someone had just entered, if someone had just left, or if I just imagined it. I was getting kinda paranoid, I couldn't hear any movement or sense a presence. I grunted through my gag, but there was no answer. A few seconds later footsteps came thundering down the stairs and Chris's voice said, "How is our little hostage?" apparently there was nobody else in the room besides them, so maybe... Had they been watching me the whole time? They could have snuck in without me hearing, and the sound I heard was them leaving. It's still possible I imagined the sound, but it's open to debate. I felt all my bonds being checked, and they tickled my feet a little more. "Are you lonely?" asked Kevin, "Don't worry, you'll have some company soon," and they both went back upstairs. I went back to my kidnap fantasy until I heard the doorbell ring. Whoever it was knew what they were getting into, and must have wanted to be captured. Thats when I heard the back door open, and footsteps approached the fold out bed. I felt the knot on my right hand being loosened, but before it was finished I heard na "AH-HA!" from the back door and a startled yelp from my side. There were sounds of a struggle, which ended with muffled grunts and a triumphant laugh from Chris. Footsteps came down the stairs, I assumed it was Kevin, and there were two sets of angry grunts. Chris said, "I was right. I knew one of you would try to sneak in the back." I didn't know which was which, but Steph and Lisa had both been captured. I heard them being tickled, then Kevin said, "You guys have fun. And next time maybe you'll think twice about kidnaping us!" and the guys went upstairs. It didn't take long for me to realize that since the knot on my right wrist had been loosened, I could loosen the bond by tensing my wrist. Once it was loose enough, I pulled my hand down halfway through the loop and opened it with ym fingers. Then I pulled my hand out and reached over to untie my left hand. In a matter of seconds I was completey free, and I bent down to untie Steph and Lisa. "Which one of you came in the back?" "I did," said Steph, "Lisa was supposed to distract both of them but I guess Chris thought ahead." Of course this wasn't the end of the game. To be continued...

 SUSAN where are you? 

NAT you too buddy where did you go? 

ZORRO??

 DJ; No harm no foul. While I do understand your position,I think you may be being a little over zealous,but that is alright,especially when it comes to "children".

 However if you called a 17 or younger a child,I think they would be a little miffed,saying they are teenagers,but I digress sorry. Also if you will pleas note I do not include my web page address on any more of my post It was meant to be a one time thing for the older reader/posters.

I do belive we will just have to agree to disagree plus my site is about LOVE. HOWEVER you are right lets get BACK to the stories,and less "talk" As a peace gesture, I will post a story of my childhood tie up days

 stay cool :).

 You are right. MOST girls cant tie a good knott with rope if their life depened on it. The few times i was tied by a girl was a joke. Shoot I did better tieing myself up than she did. Now when she stared useing a lot of masking tape on me well,that is another story.

I think there's a lot more "bickering" going on these days than in the past, if the Archives are any indication. Naturally some postings are going to be more popular than others (because some of us had, or are having, better times than others, in part; also, girl/girl stories and girl/boy stories are immensly more popular than boy/boy stories, and some "games" had lots more rules and details than others.) This site has been around for, I guess, three years. Let's stop bickering, acknowledge each other as fellow "tuggers" and go back to posting stories of our memories (at least until we run out of experiences). If you know anyone who was and/or is a childhood "tugger", get 'em to post the stories. Or get them to tell you the story and you can post it (I have one such story I'll post after I clear up a few details). 

 I'm not posting here very often these days, but I still come here a few times every week. In my oppinion some of the latest stories by Submissive Susan don't belong in this forum. Her stories contain things and events that are better posted on a more adult-orientated site, but Canuck said so before. Good moderating, my friend!

 As to the comments on the quality of stories, and the different styles. There will always be good AND bad stories in a place like this, some are true, some are spotted for fakes right away, and some are constructions of a bit of truth and a bit of imagination on the writer's part.

 We can't all love all stories. John Shiva dislikes long stories that go on rambling about revenge and re-revenge, others like , for example, Doug's stories. Those are long, relatively similar, but told in a way I like personally. I must confess that my own stories also were long and full of revenge, but that was what we did, get back at each other.

 I can also vouch for the fact that at least the girls I played tie-up games with could very well manage to tie both one and two knots! Am I sensing some sex-discrimination here?:) Those were my comments for today, hold on until the end of the month, I have a good hunch that Doug will post again. I'm looking forward to that!

 Yes, and to "Rewis", look at "Yahoo clubs", search, and punch in "bondage". You'll get photos to last you until the next millennium!

 I am inclined to think that Susan's stories are over the line of the page's limits, but that is for Canuck to decide. 

The guidelines say the stories are to be True. I do not want to be in the position of singling anybody out but I do find some of the more recent ones simply unbelivable.But this is not a fiction page.I might be old fashioned, but I feel that posters should stick to the Owner's guidelines. It is his page, he is paying for it, and he has the right to set up whatever guidelines he wants. I mention this because on other pages if someone has a story of theirs removed by the host they scream their "Freedom of Speech" is being violated.You have a right to say what you want, but not a right to say it on this page necessarily....

 As to girls not being able to tie, that is not #*&)(&* true in my experience.A lot of boys cannot tie worth a darn either. It is a matter of upbringing. If a Girl is raised in a situation where the family goes camping or boating or horseback riding a lot I think it is pretty logical she would know something about tying knots. And some girls I am sure deliberately learn so they can hold their own in tie up games....

 As for the retaliation part of the games, that seems to be a standard part of it. If you get tied up, you try to tie up the person who did it to you in revenge. Although in my case it was a "Fun" kind of revenge with no real ill will or malice on anyone's part. When I first started at thus page I was surprised on how many other people's Youthful Tie up games had a kind of friendly retaliation as a major part of it.

 BTW I do have some more stories of my misspent youth. I have gotten involved in some other web stuff (Can YOu Say JRR Tolkien and "Lord of the RIngs"?..just 16 months until the film comes out) but I will try to finish a couple of stories over the next two months. Althoug since there are so many new people I might have to bore the old timers with a lot of background they already know....

 I finally had time to do some clean-up. I erased some controversial stories and some of the recent debates.

 Let's get back to the stories!

 This story continues immediately after the second "Tug Party" (as I have recently called it). Tina, 12 year old granddaughter of a neighbor, her twin sister Karen, and others were visiting their grandmother that summer and we had played a game in which Tina, who had captured me, surrendered to me because she knew her team was going to lose the game. (See Tug Party, earlier this month) We had agreed to meet the next day.

 Well, we agreed on a spot way back in the woods. I was 14 at the time, and could not believe my luck at having a girl to play TUGs with, and of course I , in my enthusiasm, had arrived quite early. I brought some ropes with me and was milling around a secluded area, breaking off sticker bushes, when Tina appeared carrying a paper grocery bag rolled down on the top. She was wearing sneakers (as I was) and short socks, short shorts made of some stretchy fabric, and a baggy pink t-shirt top.

 We flipped a coin to see who would get tied up first, and I would be the first victim. "All right, take your shirt off", she said. "What?" I was surprised. "You don't have your swim trunks on under your pants, do you?" she asked. "No, I didnt know I was supposed to," I replied. I admitted it was more fun to be tied up in swim trunks or shorts since it makes you and feel a little more like a "prisoner". I pulled my shirt off, hung it on a tree branch, and turned around, putting my hands behind my back.

 She began of course by tying my wrists together quite snugly. She then had me go over to a tree and she pulled rope after rope after rope from the bag. And here I had only a few lengths of clothesline from my "collection". She tied me quite securely to the tree, using several lengths of rope rather than just wrapping it around and around me like some silly TV show, and I was commenting on just that. I knew I was not going to get free anytime soon. 

When she was done, I had ropes tied around my chest (pinning my arms down and fastening me to the tree, around my knees, thighs, and ankles. Lastly she put one around my waist, tying this one to both my wrists (which were tied behind me) and the tree. Then she said she wanted to gag me and, assuring me the cloths were clean, folded a handkerchief and stuffed it into my mouth, tying it there with a long strip of cloth. I probably could've spit it out, but didn't want to because I thought the effect was good. Finally, she stepped back and told me to try to get loose. 

She watched me struggle for some time. I couldn't get my hands free. Had I been able to free my hands, I might have had a chance, but she knew how to tie hands. I was making noises through my gag (melodramatically, of course) when she announced time was up. Time for what? She pulled the big shirt over her head and hung it next to mine; under the shirt she was wearing a short, cropped sleeveless top of some sort that was somewhat larger than a bathing suit top. 

She removed my glasses carefully (she also wore glasses) and put them in my shirt pocket, and blindfolded me. I was a bit nervous about my glasses being removed, but tried to be "cool" about it. After she blindfolded me she put her arms around me and HUGGED me! She told me I was her prisoner and that I wasn't getting away, and that I was at her mercy. I noted that when I struggled, she held on tighter; of course, I struggled quite a bit as I thought the whole thing was rather romantic. 

AFter awhile I finally spit out the gag and asked her when it would be my turn. Expecting her to say something to the effect that I didn't get to tie her up til I got loose myself, she said that I could tie her up and she began to untie me. 

When I was untied, I put on my glasses and we gathered up the ropes. She turned around and offered me her hands, telling me she wanted to be tied up "good and tight", and I did my best to oblige her. Crossing her wrists in my favorite technique, I ran ropes horizontally and vertically, looping the ropes just at the wrists to prevent pulling through and tying the knots between the backs of her wrists and her body to prevent unauthorized fingering. I didn't want to tie ropes around her upper body so I tied her already bound hands to the tree, tied her arms above the elbow to the tree to prevent her from leaning foreward (passing the ropes between her body and the tree), and tied her knees to prevent her sliding down to a sitting or squatting position. She had shown me which hankies were clean and I attempted to gag her. I had never used a gag with wadding (our gags were usually just for pretend anyway) and tried several times before she apparently could not spit it out, tying the cloth tightly between her lips. Finally, I carefully took her glasses and put them in my shirt pocket for safekeeping. 

She began struggling as soon as I blindfolded her. She looked like a kidnapped girl, very realistic. After awhile I began to tease her, tickling her belly just a bit (and she giggled and tried to shout "no tickling" through her gag) and began to tell her that she was out here in the middle of nowhere, and that "we" were going to take her shoes to slow her down, and that she would be sold to the Tartars as a slave, and so forth and so on. She finally indicated she could not get loose, and after a bit more teasing I untied her and we rested for a few minutes. She insisted on gathering up the ropes and untangling them each time (with which I agreed). 

Now it was my turn to be tied up. She looked around and tied my hands in front of me, and threw the rope over a tree limb, but the limb shook around too much. She finally found a more substantial tree and soon I was standing with my arms tied over my head, stretched rather tightly. She tied another rope around my ankles and blindfolded me again, but this time she didn't gag me. She Immediately told me that I was going to be forced to marry a princess (her) and would be tortured if I did not. She grabbed me around the waist in a big hug and, of course, I tried (not too hard) to prevent it. She couldn't get her head between my raised arm and my head like she did before, so she pressed her cheek against my upper chest. I asked her why all the hugging and she said it was to prove how tied up I was. Well, I got loose in less than 10 minutes and it was her turn. 

As I was tying her hands behind her back, she matter-of-factly told me that there would be NO KISSING! (I hadn't even thought of it...in those days we were just a little more innocent and, besides, she was, I thought, just a little too young for kissing.) I tied her arms at the elbows, again running the ropes btwn body and arms, to prevent her from pulling her hands over her bottom and getting them in front of her, though I didn't tie them very close together like I could have, and had assured her I was not about to kiss her. I told her she was going to be led to the slave market and began to walk her around while she struggled in her bonds and "begged" me to let her go. She looked so cute walking around with her arms helplessly behind her, and finally I decided it was my turn to do some hugging. I put my arms around her waist and hugged her to me, and she immediately pressed her cheek against mine and pretty much quit struggling. I held her like that for a long time and finally untied her when we heard her brothers hollering for her to come and eat...we had been in the woods for the whole afternoon! 

Before she left for her home a couple of days later, I asked her to write me a letter and told her the next time she visited her grandmother I wanted to play again. You can bet I was looking foreward to her next visit! 

Tina has been logged in my memory as the "Hugger Tugger". 

Thanks for asking before posting.

We were all about in 5th or 6th grade.Myself,my sister,my freind Russel,and his sister Nancy. it was in the fall,and I had somehow manged to talk evrybody into playing a spy game.

 Nancy had long dark hair and I always thought she was pretty.Are game was very simple,Russel and I would be the bad guys,capture the girls,tie them up and leave them to see if they could get free.

 We went into our garage,that had a wooden beam in the middle of it. WE tied the girls to the beam,we thought rather tightly,or so we thought.Russel tied up my sister and I tied up Nancy. We left them alne for about 10 min sure they would not get free. WRONG!

 Well being boys,it was okay we will do it better this time,and you girls wont be able to get free.
Our little game was we tied the girls up if they got loose we would capture them right away and tie them up again. 

T he second time we tied up the girls,they were tied to some very old wooden office chairs,with the arms on them.Again I tied Nancy while Russel tied my sister,I made sure the knotts were very tight,I was sure ther was no way Nancy wasgoing to get loose this time. Nancy was tied up with one very long pice of rope.When we were done we both were sure neither of our sisters were going anywhere soon>:) 
Again the girls were free in under ten minutes!!. Now I was getting a little annoyed, I wanted them(well Nancy any way) to have to ask me to untie her.The girls were getting a little bored,but said we could tie them up one mor time.

 The girls had slipped their hands out of the ropes,but the ropes were still tied to the chairs,and we could not untie the knotts! So now how was I gonna tie up nancy? I had on some kids,rubber combat boots,the kind with the real long laces:) My problem was solved,well almost,with only two laces it was just enough to tie one girl up,so I told my sister to'pretend se was tied up.

 There was this very old canvas trailer that we had kinda made into a sorta club house. we evan had vinly carpet tiel squares we put on the floor,we has a few left over. This tine we had Nancy lay on her back and put her hands in front of her,we tied her hand and foot,all the while my sister layed next to her pretending to be tied up to.

 Something about seeing Nancy tied up and on the floor gave me a strange sensation.On the spur of the moment I decided to gag her with one of the carpet tiles,well it wasnt long enough to tie around her head,put I folded it placed it on her mouth and tucked it behind her head. If she lfted her head the gag wouldve came loose but she didnt:)

 As russel and I were getting ready to leave Nancy stares mmmphhing through her gag,so I took it off,and she asked how long they were suppose to stay tied up. I have no Idea what I said,but I put the gag back on her,and Russel and I left.
Russel and I both thought they wuld be free sooner sinc my sister was pretending to be tied up. Well it seemed like it had been 15 min and no sign of the girls. we went to check on them,and sure enough Nancy was still tied up and gagged! :) I was so happy. BUT yhen my freind did something that toaly blew my mind and I didnt know what to think or what t do!!

 TO BE CONT~
KIDDING ! I hate when that happens,anyways;

 There Nancy was bound and gagged on the floor her hands tied in front of her. WEll my freind had picked up a stick and was pokeig at he right below the waist!! I was shocked,shekepp pushing the stick away,but he kept pokeing her,Not hard just enouhg to be annoying.

Evan thoght i didnt understand what he was doing at the time I knew it was wrong and told him to stop, He didnt,So my sister went and got my mom,boy did we get in troubble.

She told us to untie nancy,she sent Russel home,and me to my room. I think Nancy and my sister played the rest of the day.Nancy wasnt mad at me I didnt do anything,but I cant ever rember us four ever playing tie up games again.However I did get to tie up more girls on my own though,I will tell the story latter on how debie was tied on the railroad track,she was so cool:)

A quick re-cap,I had never meet LIsa but we talked on the phone for weeks,when we finally meet face to face for the first time it was at the local cemetery at night,and she let me tie her up right there!! WOW she was cool:) {for the full story see canuks site in the august stories}
Well I did not to gag her at that time,she said no gag,and I respected her wishes. I first must say all his came about because of a silly bet. Well I decided to see how far she would go,bondage wise,I told her she didn't not honor the bet because she wouldn't let me gag her:) See where I am going with this,heh heh :)

She agreed to let me gag her,but I said well I have to tie you up again,so you cant take the gag off. I knew I was really pushing it but I thought what the hell :)OMG she said ok!!! I was in heaven,but then problem presented it self,where was I gonna tie her up at. To make a long story short,I would tie her up and gag her in my car then drive to a bar with her bound & gagged in my car! She said YES!!! HOLY SH**!!
That night I had a few beers before I picked her up to calm nervers,evan though she already knew about my thing for bondage.I picked her up and stared to drive to the bar,when she asked ME when was I gonna tie her up!! I started to look for a place to pull over that was out of the way so I could tie her up:)

 While I was ding that,I took out some masking tape and told her to gag herself :) Lisa tried,but every time she put the tape up to her lips,she burst out laughing. She could not gag her self. I found a place to pull over and the first thing I did was gag her with the masking tape

 I paced several pieces of tape over her mouth from the bottom of her nose to her chin,then I taped her mouth some more making X's over her already gagged mouth There she sat gagged very nicely.then I asked for her hands so I could tie them! I asked if she wanted her hands tied in front or behind her( I was hoping for behind ) she put her hands out in font of her and I then proceeded t tie her hands nice and snug in front of her,I then tied her arms to her side. at this point I should Tell you it was one loooong pice of rope.

I then tied her ankles,and then her knees,but i still had a lot of rope left over,SO I tied her hands to her knees,while I was doing this however my hand acceidently brushed her crotch. ll she did was playfully push my hands away.:) There Lisa sat bound hand and foot and gagged in my car and we were on the way to the bar< I was in heavn !!! She was a real sport. I will conclude this stoy in a bit I nee a break :)
besides it is getting kind of long,but the BEST part is yet to come :)

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TW