The Tuesday of the final week of my stay was a rainy day, and we all hung out at my Aunt Jean's house. Donna, Karen, and Shirley were all huddled before the TV set. While the TV was on, they weren't really watching it, but chatting up a storm instead. Outside, my oldest cousin Keith (16) hung out on the front steps with his girlfriend Lori (also 16) and Peter (16, too), who was Keith's best friend and fellow high school football team member. My Aunt Jean was out visiting a neighbor. 

George, Jim and I were on our way to the cellar rec room for some reason when I saw this gaggle of girls and had a mad flash of inspiration. It occurred to me that I never got revenge on Shirley for that creepy little tie up game she sprung on me last week (see "Shirley Strikes!" either here or on my site). I stopped dead in my tracks, spun around, and gestured for Jim and George to follow me back into the bedroom. Once we were gathered in privacy, I told them about how I wanted vengeance against Shirley, but since all of these girls were right outside, why don't we grab them all in a mass kidnapping? 

Whatever we had originally planned to do was quickly forgotten as we quickly retrieved the bondage bag and some water pistols. The bondage bag was a small brown paper bag which contained rope, a roll of tape and even a pair of toy handcuffs (a good captor must be ready for anything). 

Armed with our water pistols, the three of us went back outside to confront our victims. The girls sat in a semi-circle around the TV, chatting away, as we crept up silently on them. 

Shirley was the first to notice us. Clad in one of her bright summer dresses and barefoot, Shirley stared at us with wide eyes as she cried, "Oh no....!" 

The conversation ceased as Jim, George and I aimed our water pistols at the girls. "Don't nobody move!" I snarled. 

Donna stared at us in mock horror. Barefoot, she was clad in jeans with a short sleeved blouse (I recall Donna's blouse was pink--but in a recent e-mail to me, after she read this story, Donna remembered that her blouse was actually more of a multicolored-colored design). Karen was also barefoot, and more casually clad in cut-off denim shorts with a green top. Karen glanced at me with a slight smile on her face as she held her hands up in surrender. 

"We can't just have a normal conversation," Shirley muttered darkly as Jim began binding her hands behind her back. I bound Donna's wrists while George kept a water pistol on Karen. Once Donna's hands were securely tied behind her back, I moved over to Karen, who promptly crossed her wrists behind her back for me. I knelt down and tied her wrists together. She sat crossed-legged on the floor, and while I tied her wrist, Karen abruptly uncrossed her legs and leaned against me. When I lifted her back into a sitting position, I saw Donna staring at Karen with a disgusted shake of her head. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, sincerely concerned. "You don't feel like playing?" 

"No, no, I want to play," Donna assured me. When I asked why did she look so annoyed at Karen, Donna flashed a knowing glance at Karen and muttered, "Nothing." 

I gave Jim a puzzled look and he just shrugged back at me. "Are we gonna just tie them up here?" he asked. 

I realized it would be best to stash our captives in a safe, secure place. So I suggested that we finish binding them in the boys' bedroom that I shared with George. After gagging our captives with tape, we escorted the girls into our 'hiding place'. 

Since this crazy scheme was my idea to begin with, George and Jim deferred to me as to the placement of our captives. I placed the sisters together on George's bed, while Karen would be on my bed. Jim bound Donna's ankles together, while I tied Shirley's. George stood guard over Karen so she wouldn't run away on us. Once the sisters were securely bound, Jim went over to bind Karen's ankles. But Karen abruptly started writhing around and kicking her feet at him. 

"Hey, hey!" Mad Dog George shouted as he waved the water pistol at her. 

But Karen wouldn't stop struggling until I came over and held her feet down. Jim gave me the rope and I bound her ankles together. When they were securely tied, I glanced up at Jim-- 

--only to see him staring with his mouth hanging open at the door. 

Peter, Lori and Keith all stood crowded in the doorway, staring at us with huge grins on their faces. 

"Jeez, " Peter said, "what some guys have to do to get a date!" 

"At least they have dates," Lori shot back as she stared at Peter. 

This caused Keith is burst out laughing--while, over on the other bed, Donna let out these rollicking giggles under her gag. There was no love lost between Donna and Peter, and she always rejoiced in a moment whenever he got ridiculed. 

"Yeah, yeah, ha, ha," Peter muttered with an annoyed look. 

Lori turned on me and said, "And just what do you think you're doing, young man?" 

"Tying up the girls," I said, which was stating the obvious, but I didn't have any witty comebacks available. Lori was casually clad in shorts and a halter top. She had worn shoes when she first arrived, but had removed them and was now barefoot. She stood before me with her hands on her hips. "And may I ask why?" 

I was at a lost for that one. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open--just like Jim--until George came to my rescue. "For ransom," he blurted out. "For a million dollars each!" 

Keith and Peter exchanged an incredulous look. "Damn, for that kind of money, I'd abduct Lori," Keith said. 

Peter smiled at him. "You wanna?" 

When they both stared at Lori with these predatory looks, she held up her hands and started saying, "No, no, no, no....." 

Lori let out a high-pitched squeal when Keith grabbed her and half-tickled/half-wrestled her to the floor. When Keith asked for some rope, George happily provided it for him. Keith bound Lori's hands together at the wrist in front of her. 

In-between her hysterical giggling, Lori stared up at me and said, "You see what you've done, now? This is all your fault, Doug!" 

Keith hauled Lori to her feet and placed her on the bed next to Karen. Keith then took more rope and secured Lori's bound wrists to the headboard. I'll never forget the funny way Karen glanced up at me with those wide brown eyes of hers over her gag while Lori writhed and screamed on the bed right next to her. Being bound hand and foot, Karen was helplessly tossed and shaken around with every frantic movement Lori made to get free. 

"You are going to pay for this," Lori said in a good natured manner. "All of you!" 

Keith bound her ankles together, but he didn't secure them down to the bed. When Keith made a motion to gag her with the tape, Lori said, "You wouldn't dare!" 

But he dared. Keith gently placed the tape over his girlfriend's mouth, while she glared up at him. Then he kissed her on the forehead. Lori shook her head at him in a resolute manner that said very bad things would happen very soon. 

"Now that the women are properly tied down," Peter said, "it's time for the men to celebrate!" (Was it any wonder this idiot couldn't get a date when he kept saying things like this?) 

Jim, George and I fell into place behind Keith and Peter as they strode out of the room--until Peter abruptly turned and waved his finger in our faces. "I said the men will go celebrate. You boys are not invited!" 

That was a slap in the face if there ever was one, but we really couldn't do anything about it because they were bigger than us. So we sulked back to the bedroom and consoled ourselves with watching Lori's fine performance as a struggling damsel. I can remember feeling a little awed and very impressed at having Lori participate in our games (even though we didn't actually tie her up ourselves). This was no slight to Karen, Donna and Shirley, but at 16 years of age, Lori was the first woman (at least in our pre-teen eyes), to get tied up in our games. 

One thing I thought was funny: Lori's tied hands were easily within reach of the knot that bound her wrists to the headboard. She was working up quite a sweat writhing around (which wasn't an unpleasant sight for a trio of young boys to watch, I must admit), when all she had to do was reach up with her bound hands and pull the knot loose. Then she could either untie her feet, or untie Karen's hands and then have Karen untie her hands. 

Finally, Lori laid back with a I give up expression in her eyes. I also noticed that Donna and Shirley, being the old tie-up game pros that they were, laid with their backs up against each other and their bound hands working furiously behind them. Shirley kept staring nervously at me, as if to say, Don't look! Don't notice us! Don't look!

When I approached the bed, both Karen and Lori stared at me apprehensively over their gags. I reached up and pulled loose the knot that bound Lori's hands to the headboard. The first thing she did was tear off her gag and whisper, "Bless you, Doug. You're not a total fink after all." 

Karen found this very funny. She laid there shaking her shoulders in laughter as I untied Lori's wrists. "Won't the guys be mad?" Jim asked. 

"*%# the guys," Lori muttered. I believe George learned a new word that day. 

When Lori's hands were free, she sat up and untied her ankles. I went around and untied Karen. While I did this, Shirley pulled her hands free of the rope, then sat up, pulled off her tape gag, and went to work untying her sister. I always thought Donna and Shirley missed their true calling; they would have made millions as a sibling escape artist act in Las Vegas. 

Once all of the girls were free, there were some mutterings about "getting back at the boys" but nothing came of that. I was disappointed, because I was eager to see what kind of a captor Lori would have made. Alas, I never found out. That was the first and only tie up game of ours that Lori was involved in. She and Keith would break up during that coming school year, so I never saw her again ever after that summer. Becca wasn't involved in this little excursion because she was out with her mom that day. But she would soon find herself "abducted", along with her brother Jim. That story is next. As always, thanks for reading. 

 Anyways this is where I need some help,in the'saved'stories,there was one about a boy and 2 girls at a beach,he kept throwing them in the watr ect,well that 'got' him tied his hands behind his back and led him through town. 

 when they wer back at the girls house he was tied som moe and gagged,the 2 girls wentto take a shower,and then the mom came home and say the boy tied up and gagged,but she did not unte him,she just looked at him and said" I dont evan want to know what you did"and she left him tied up and gagged. 

There is way more to the story and the writer tells it much better,my question?? Where the heck is that sob story!! I can not find it,can anybody help? 

Alex I loved your story,way cool. :) 

 Everybody have a SAFE labor day weekend :)

"I'm locked out of my house and I don't have a key," she said. 

I let her stay inside my house. As it so happens on the very same day this very hot girl in her catholic school uniform comes over, my parents wouldn't be home till late because of business meetings and such. Go figure! 

As it so seems we were watching tv, it was friday and neither of us felt like doing work. It was an old cop movie where a young girl was bound in a house while a robber searched her house. Oh yea,before i forget. This girl, her name was Sarah, had the nicest legs and she always wore her skirt shorter than other girls. During the movie she moved a little closer to me at a time. I pretended not to notice until she had scooted so close our bodies were touching. I looked over and her face was right in front of mine. She started tickling my side. I said to stop, but she kept going. Eventually, I had to hold her hands in front of her to make her stop. She struggled and giggled as I held her wrists. She broke free and tickled me even harder. To make her stop I pushed her over on her back and held her wrists in place there. I sat on her legs as I pinned her wrists to her back. She giggled even more loudly than ever as i held her like this. I tickled her sides with one hand as I held both wrists with the other. 

"If you tied my hands together it would be easier to tickle me, you know," she said. 

I couldn't believe my luck! A young, hot, schoolgirl wanting to be tied up in my house and my parents not comming home to real late! What a coincidence all these random events happened on this one friday night. I took off my belt and tightened it around her wrists. I forced her to stand up as we walked to the garage to search for more binding material. As it so happens, i had a lot of nice cotton soft rope. no touch all purpose rope in my garage, oh no. Just the perfect kind to tie people up with. I led her back to the living room and made her lay down again. I undid the belt and tied the rope. i didn't tie it tight in fear i might hurt her. 

"You can tie it tighter, you know. if you really wanna do a good job you should cinch it off too,"she siad. 

She was actually wanting me to tie it tight. I mean, what are the possibilities of this happening?!?!?!Anyway, i tied it tight and cinched it off tight so it was snug against her soft skin. She tested them and said i did a good job. I grabbed her elbows and tied them the same way i did with the hands. Next, i took another length of rope and tied it above and below her massive, heaving breasts. She looked at me and smiled between spurts of giggles. I tied another length along her torso completely making her arms immovable. Then I tied one more around her torso and led her around the living room on a rope leash. She giggled and almost fell over a couple times. Finally, i made her lay down on the floor as I tied her ankles and knees. Then, i couldn't resist, i took her feet and grabbed her hands. I bound them together with another lenght of rope. her hands were touching the bottoms of her knee socked soles. I found some old bed sheets and cut off a lenghth. then i stuffed some cloth in her mouth and tied the bed sheet around sever times. She giggled nonstop through the whole thing and began to moan when i had stoped tying her. Obviously she was into bondage and being tied up. she tested the bonds and worked around. her skirt had worked up her pantyhosed legs. she was wearing really really short and tight volleyball shorts. She jerked her head in the direction of her legs. I started to pull her skirt back when she shook her head violently. I understood and began to massage her legs. They felt very erotic, as she was wearing the pantyhose. i tickled her legs and she giggled more. She looked at me with completly innocent eyes and i could tell we were both enjoying it. 

I kept her as my bound school girl for a while. after a half hour i started to untie her and she shook her head and motioned for her legs again. I understood what she wanted. I couldn't believe it. A hot, blonde catholic schoolgirl hog tied in my living room wanting me to tickle and massage her pantyhosed legs. I was in heaven!!! I mean, my parents would be gone, of course and she just really wanted to be tied up, of course, and it was all just a...coincidence! I mean, all these things happening at once! And im telling you that this a REAL story!! 

Canuck, this is really wonderful page, but you do know that there are people who post fake stories like the one i just wrote. I like a lot of the stories, but the fake ones all sound alike. they are more fantasies than reality. I really love what your doing Canuck, but there are many people abusing what you have worked so hard to create. I hope my story didn't offend anyone...

All the old material is back in place (with some minor reorganisation of the site) plus new stories in all three departments. And, as you can see, we have our own URL now. 

Thank you to everyone who wrote to express concern about our disappearance. 

 I vividly remember your "Tortured by Claudia" contribution a year ago, and have to say that not only DID I believe it, but it is absolutely the best I've seen so far. 

 Kudos to you! My only regret.....that I haven't met a "Claudia" myself. 

 For some reason lately I have really got a charge,out of the guys being found bound and gagged by the mothers,and how they react to seeing the guy tied up and gagged,something excitieng about being found tied up by a women and then her not untieing you :) 

It's funny because I mostly lke to be the one to do the tieing.I dont mind being tied up every now and then,by a woman :) 

 Adam thanks agin!! :)

"Arguph!" 

I was getting my money’s worth. Good thing it was staying in the family. 

For sure you can say she was my stepsister. My dad died when I was three, her mom when Nancy was just a year old. Our parents met and married within two years of the deaths. 

Now I was closing on sixteen and waiting to take driver’s Ed in the spring. She was junior high, final year, and looking for extra money. 

Her blonde hair was cut into long, up-front layers so it framed her face. It was cool in the middle of September so she wore a long sleeved red sweatshirt, denim jeans and white and orange stripped Reeboks with white socks. 

"Erkick ug hurging ay outh wiff is." 

"Quit trying to talk and it won’t bother so much." "I outh oow wannda E ooee allelic?" 

I had worked a red checked bandanna around her head, between her teeth and tied it part over, part under her hair, at the nape. Before that I had handed her the money agreed on and used a blue polka dot necktie to bind her wrists crossways behind her. I hadn’t yet learned how to knot the tie to wear it, but sure knew how to tie her with it. 

I mowed grass, cleaned gutters, raked leaves and worked part time at the Western Auto hardware store. Nancy had taken over my old Evening World paper route. Still she needed some extra bucks at her age, and at my age I needed some kicks. 

Astounding Detective, Master Detective, True Detective, and Confidential Detective. I didn’t read the stories so much as love to look at the covers. I rarely bought a copy, it would have been too nerve wracking to go through the checkout counter with one. I did buy comics. Like the one of Wonder Woman where she and her mother are gagged over the mouth and kneeling and tied back to back. 

I wanted to tie some body up. I wasn’t a nutcase, well not that I would admit to at least. And getting a person to hold still long enough to bind them wasn’t easy. I mean really. 

So there’s my kid sister Nancy. She wasn’t crazy about the suggestion. 

"No Way!" 

She came around when I worked my butt off to rake up some more dollars and annoyed her with pleading. 

I tied her in her bedroom. She turned her back to me and I did the necktie thing. 

"Do you have to do it so tight?" "Did I have to pay you so much?" 

"It’s not that much. If you’re not careful I’ll gahgumph." 

I cut her off with the bandanna gag. Her lips fought against it, which made the material slip further into her mouth. I would have stuffed a sock into her mouth first, but I wanted to be able to do this again. Best for me to work into this slowly. 

"Don’t talk." 

"Arguph!" 

Whic

I don't know why but he guarded his feet with his life, only every taking them out of their shoes and socks at swimming times. But once again I stress that I don't look at guys or their feet in that kind of way, Anyway he was one of thoes on my class that I just had to tie up before the year was out. Sick as that may seem but while some kids were setting goals to win the sports team, or make the running team, I was thinking of whom I was going to tie up before the year was out. 
 

My chance came one day during the easter holidays, Dad was as usual at work, and Mum was going to some freinds place for lunch or something, so I jumped on the phone and gave Kenny a ring, I asked if he wanted to come over, he said he would love to and asked what he needed to bring, I told him to bring himself, wearing shorts, t-shirt, Sandles (I love to tie guys / girls wearing those) and an open mind, he asked why an open mind and I told him he would find out when he got here. Anyway about 15 minutes later there was a knock at the front door, I brought him in and we sat down and watched some tv. I finally said to him straight out, how I bet I can tie you up and you can't escape. He looked at me and smiled. Yeah he said, well I've been tiedup heaps of times and escaped every time. 
 

When He said this I felt like X-mas in my stomach, he then said now I see why you wanted me to bring an open mind, but anyway we had some more small talk and then I asked where he wanted to do it. He asked if we could do it on the floor in the rumpus room (Which was like a huge open room for studying and other stuff) I said fine and he went in to make himself comforatble and I went to get some rope, well while I was hunting for some I found these straps that dad had hidden in a corner of the garage. They were about and an inch and a half wide, around 6 meters long, and very soft. (Almost as soft as torn bed sheets). These were perfect I thought and grabbed the bag full, there were about 20 of these nicely packed straps in the bag. I got back to the room and saw Kenny laying on his stomach watching TV, I came up from behind and told him to put his hands behind his back, which he did. I took one of the straps and began to bind his hands, he comented on how long and soft and comfortable they were. But he said he would be free in no time. 
 

I continued to bind his hands, wrapping the strap around his hands, then around each had then cinch it off, untill I had wrapped the whole thing around his hands. He looked kind worried but he seemed confident that he could still escape. I then turned to his ankles, and tied another strap around his ankles. I crossed them over though and kept wrapping around his ankles and each foot until the strap was used up. I then turned to his knees and wrapped another strap around there, I went around and around and cinched and around until there was another strap done. I looked in the bag, there were still hundreds more in the bag, I asked him to sit in a stool and helped him up, then I took another and wrapped it around his elbows, and tied it around there and pulled tight. I could not believe it, his elbows could touch, I had only every had one girl whom could do that and she worked out as a gymnastics preformer 4 nights a week. 
 

I used half the strap going around his elbows and then I went around his waist and back around his hands and tied it off, with still around half a meter of stap left over, I helped him back on the floor on his stomach and pulled his feet up to his hands, then pulled the remaining stap between his ankle strap and tied it off so he was hogited. Well he was impressed, and he said that the straps were comfortable, and that there was no blood being cut off, he reconded he could stay like this for hours, and that (Well I think) he would, he asked if I was done, and I told him almost, I then asked if I could take his sandles off, he let out an abrupt no, but I reminded him he was in no position to argue, he agreed and with that his sandles came off. I then took a string and tied it to one big toe, then pulled it tight and tied if around the other big toe. I then grabbed an invetion of my own making (I think I was a kid with to much spair time on my hands) It was a gag, but it was made from an old wide belt, one of those old big thick wide leather ones, I asked him to open wide, which he did and I stuffed his mouth with a couple of (Clean) hankies 5 in total and wrapped this belt around his neck and buckled it off in the nape of his neck. 
 

This belt was great with out stuffing it really slienced a person, but with stuff it was really affective. I covered all above the chin up to under the nose. I buckled it tight so he could not move his jaw. I then tied a long string from the string tieing his big toes and pullled it down to his gag. I asked if he was ok and he gave me a big nod, I asked if he was having fun and he gave another big nod. With that I took another strap and wrapped in around his eyes and left the end laying on the floor. I watched him struggle really hard for awhile, and then watched him go limp. I just layed there for about five minutes. I walked up behind him and asked him "I wander if you are ticklish?" he started to mmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppphhhhhhh something cronic behind his gag. 
 

I replied with something silly like, damn I can't hear you well he's gonna have to tell me or I will have to do some investigating, well his mmmmmmmmmmmpppppppppppphhhhhhhhh's got a little louder, but not by much and I could tell he was really yelling behind the gag. I then stoped and asked if he was yelling becuase something was wrond, he shook his head, I then asked if he was yelling because I was going to tickle him he started mmmmmmmmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhhhhhing againg. So with that I knelt down at his knees, I spread my knees on either side on his, thus brining me to eye level with his helpless soles that were pointing right up to the sky. With that I just lightly touched one, he instantly burst out laughing, and mmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhhing behind his gag, I started tickling his feet a little more, he started to jerk and scream into his gag, his toe curled up his fingers struggling to find anything to protect him from this tickling, he tried roling around from side to side but he could not move because of my knees holding him in place 
 

I tickled him for around 10 minutes solid, he was stuffed after woods, I went over and he was sweating, I took his blindfold off and it was wet where he had been crying with tears of laughter, I took of his gag, and he told me that what I had just done was awesome. He hated being tickled he hated his feet being touched, and there was nothing he could do about it, he could not yell for help, he could not move out of the way, he could not protect himself from this annoyyance. He felt great, I soon had him untied, and he had to dash to the bathroom to well excuse himself. 
 

He came back and we talked for another hour before he said he had to be off home. But he said that he wanted to do it again some time, I was wrapped and needless to say we did. 
 

He how was that one?? Umm quick thing my page is up and I'm sorry about the first one, this time it is re opened and hopes to have some more cool stuff.Check it out I think thats how you do and HTML link anyway check it out and let me know what you think about Kenny. 
 
 

Thanks Saul

She worked her lips and tongue enough so that the gag wasn’t effective, it just messed up her speech a bit. 

"Why do yous wah to do this anywa?" 

"It’s just a thing that’s all. I just do. O.K now sit on your bed." 

She looked at me with her blue eyes. 

"What far?" 

"I broke into your house and bound and gagged you. I’m going to rob the place. Now sit and do what you’re told." 

She gave me a mean look, then walked to her bed and sat. She lost her balance and almost fell back on the mattress. She bounced and settled util she was sitting on the edge. 

"Now wha are you doing?" 

"I need something to tie your feet with." I hadn’t planned on being able to do that. I didn’t want to leave the room and go find something. I dug around in her closet. 

"Be areful in there," Nancy said around the gag. 

I came out with a belt from her green terrycloth robe. I kneeled in front of her. 

"Cross your ankles." 

"Don’t tie it too tight." 

"I’ll do it the way it should be." I jerked her ankles over one another and looped the belt around them twice, using the working ends to knot and tug them together. 

"That will fix you." 

I stood up and walked to the bedroom door. 

"Hey where do toeing?" 

"Don’t talk through that gag so much, you sound silly." 

"You’ll think silly if I tell Mom about this." 

I walked back to the bed. She looked up at me. 

"What did you say?" 

"If Mom knew what your doing she’d ummph." 

I clamped my right hand over her mouth and jerked her jaw shut. My left went behind her head and helped hold it still. 

"You go to the cops about this, or talk to your private detective friend and you’ll regret it." 

"Mumph murg ummph," said Nancy. Her eyes got wide, and just for a second she looked scared. That went away and she gave me a dirty look. 

"No more yapping or you pay. Got it?" 

She blinked and shook her head yes, making an affirmative grunting sound beneath my hand. I let go and straightened up, wiping the palm of my right hand on my jeans. 

Nancy looked at me. She bit down hard on her gag. It looked like she was trying to chew it in half. All of a sudden some liquid ran out from the left corner of her mouth. She tried to wipe it off on her shoulder. 

"Don’t be messy." She wasn’t happy to hear that. 
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"Wow you figure at?" 

"Just let me do it for a few minutes, then we’re done." 

"You’ll untie me sooser?" 

"Yes." 

I looked through one of her dresser drawers. 

"This sock looks clean," I said as I walked toward her. 

"Wa too bag, find some thung smaller." 

"I’ll wad it up tight, it won’t be bad." 

"Yeah sure," she said. 

I pulled the bandanna gag down with one hand until it rested under her chin. Nancy swallowed and licked her lips a few times while I mashed the sock into a wad. I think the toe end went in first. 

"Wa gah gooh." 

"Come on, open wider. Maybe chew on it a bit." 

Wa goh googlie muff." 

I kept pressure on with my right hand so she couldn’t push the sock out with her tongue. I cranked the other gag back up over her mouth, then used both hands to adjust it. I checked the knot behind her head. "Oolumph lomph ummph!" 

"This is realistic. Had I been a real burglar, you’d be behind the eight ball for sure." 

I watched her flop her lips under the gag. The sock wanted to erupt from her mouth, but it all held together. I liked the sounds she was making, but they were hard to understand. Hope it wasn’t anything nasty. 

She didn’t go for that much longer. She sat, then in a few minutes made a lot of angry noises. I figured I better untie her, I started from the bottom, and the gag was the last to come off. 

After she had some time to loosen up I wanted to do it again. "No" was the answer I got. And she was serious. She told me to get out of her room, and I retreated. I guess the first time around is great, but I sure wanted more action. It would be awhile before Nancy went along with it, and even then it was in a different way. 
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Charlie B made a b-sitter site, so check it out. 

 Anyway, just wanted to see my name on this site again. Oh, and some mom tie-up tales would be nice. Hell, I'd like a burger and fries with that order too! 

Like Barbra Streisand's "Farewell" tours, I shall return. 'Ciao.

 I was downstaris in the basement playing on my computer(my room is down there). And Dominic, Mark, and Kallie came down. Kallie sat down in a chair next to me, and mark and dom sat on the floor. After playing for a little bit i rememberd i had some ropes and stuff lying around, and i thought it would be fun to tie-up all of my friends. I got up and got some string from under my bed, put it in my pocket, then i ran over and grabbed dominic and wrestled him to the ground. I laid him on his tummy, and then took the rope out of my pocket. At this point Kallie said "Matt what are you doing to him?", and i replied "I am gonna tie him up, why don't u guys help." Once that was said mark and kallie went to get more rope, string, duck tape, and some belts. i took the string and tied doms wrists together, then i moved down to his feet, and i tied his ankles together. I then took of his shoes and socks. I took one sock i stuffed it in his mouth, then took some duck tape and tapped over it. If you couldn't tell by now i have been practicing tying people up, but i only practiced on myself so no one would know of my love for bondage and such things. Anyway this left dom helpless on the floor. Marveld in my artwork which lay squirming all over, i then went over to Kallie put my arm around her and said"ain't i good? or what?" she looked at me weird, then i pulled her out of the chair, went behind her, and put both my arms around her arms/waist. She yelled "Matt ARE YOU DOING WHAT I THINK YOUR DOING?!?!?" without answering her i took her over to my bed, wrestled her down, and tied her feet to the end of the end posts on the bed. When i went up to get her hands i felt a tap on my shoulder i turned and it was mark, he was carrying a huge pile of rope in his hands and said" Matt i'm not letting you get to me so u are mine". with that said he dropped the rope and we started to wrestle on the floor. after about 15 mins i got me in a pin and i could not escape. luckly i had managed to draw our fight away from the rope he had, and he could not reach it. After a couple minutes of mark holding me on the floor, he started to rock back and forth, then he rolled over. at this point her was in reach of the rope. He grabbed the rope and quickly tied me up in a hog tie. he arched my body a little bit then laid me on my side, so there was no way of me getting out.mark walk over to kallie and finished tying her to the bed. once he did this mark came over to me with some tape and my black belt from karate. He took off one of my socks(my shoes were already off) and stuffed it in my mouth. then he taped over it. he then took my belt and put it over my eyes and tied it in the back of my head. at this moment i was getting kinda scared for i had no clue what was gonna happen next. in the backround i heard something weird but i couldn't make it out. then suddenly i heard the noise commming from the bed. then after a while it stopped, and i felt a tug on my other sock. at that moment i got very scared because i am probly the most ticklish person in the world.my sock came off and then i taken out of the hog tie but my hands and feet were still tied. i then felt someone sit on my upper legs. then i felt my feet get pulled towards the person sitting on me. at this moment the person wrapped their legs around my feet (probly so both hands could be used to torture me). then i felt a single finger run from my toes to the bottom of my foot, i started to giggle under my gag but nothing could be heard. Then it happend a rage of ten tickling fingers ran all over my two feet, i laughed helplessly as hard as i could. this lasted for 15 mins i think. then after the torture stopped i felt safe, but i felt my shirt get pushed up to my armsand this exposed my sides. after my shirt got pushed i felt that certain someone sit on my butt. after getting situated the person attacked my sides for what felt like an hour. befoer the person got done i had tears rolling down my face. after my torture stopped, my belt got lifted from my eyes my feet were un done and my gag was taken out, after that my hands were untied andi stood up to see mark on my bed all tied up!!!. I turned around and saw Kallie there. i asked" did he untie you?" kallie said " no i got untied while u two were fight and pretend to be tied up, and when mark came to get me i got the drop on him.". so me and kallie went over to look at everyone, i saw that dom was now in a hog tie and mark was spread eagle on the bed. I went and sat in the chair near the computer, and kallie came over and sat next to me(literaliy in the seat with me). She put her arm around me and i said " are u gonna tie me back up?" she replied "No". i asked then what was with the arm around me then and she whisperd in my ear. "i like you a lot" i looked at kallie a little strange but then said in her ear"come back over tomorrow, alone" she said ok and we un tied everyone and they all left. 

 Well that was my first tie-up experience, and the first time i have wrote to this site. If youu want to hear about what happend the next day say so. Oh and insted of calling me matt address me with the name *~SkullS~*.

And your sister's friends. 

Say Doug your story here is good. But on your site you did a great job with the recent adult story set on the island. Hope you have lots more of that sort 

If you could help me out Alex, tell me what was garbled in my story. I was trying to express how Nancy sounded when gagged. But thanks a lot for reading and commenting on it. I really don't have a lot more to add to it, but let me tell a tiny bit. This just sets the scene for a few of the things I can remember. 

"What’s new in school?" 

"Science is cool, Miss Haskell has a neat program going on," said Nancy. 

She was talking to my mother. It was a few days after my binding adventure. Mom and Dad, Nancy and I were at our dinner table. Cheese casserole was the main dish, it tasted great. 

The first year Miss Haskell taught junior high science I was in her class. Now a couple of years later Nancy had her. Miss Haskell is the first teacher I remember having legs. Even now when I think of legs, great looking ones I think of Miss Haskell’s pins. 

Nancy’s science project involved bugs 

"Annie and I are working on it. And maybe La Roux Erna," said Nancy. 

"Oh really? We met her mother at PTA. Remember dear?" said Mom. 

"She was the tall woman, a truck driver?" said Dad. 

"Yes, you kept looking at her," said Mom. 

"Well you notice her because of her size, and the red hair." 

"You noticed the size of them all right," said Mom. 

"We got any ice cream?" said Dad. 

I didn’t pick up on the conversation that much because I was picturing what Nancy would look like tied to one of our dining room chairs. Or Miss Haskell sitting bound and gagged in one. No chance of

"For that I get to kidnap you three times." 

"No way, I don’t want to be tied up that much. I can’t lay around like that." 

"O.K I won’t tie you up. But I get to snatch you, grab you up and you have to go along with it no matter where or when it happens." 

"Like where?" 

"Just around the house. I won’t tie you but I can use a gag." 

Nancy had to think about that. 

"You paying me now, the whole thing?" 

"No just one at a time." 

"And it can happen any time?" 

"That’s right," I said. 

"All right it’s a deal then. Just be careful." 

I stuck out my hand to shake on it, but since she was a girl she just looked at me and walked off. I thought at the time that I should have got it in writing. 

Speaking of school and schoolteachers, well maybe we weren’t, the next day I was eating a school lunch with my friend Sam Dotson. Sam was a different sort of guy, the type who would ask. 

"Have you ever seen your sister naked?" 

I believe that day the school was serving corn bread and beans for lunch. That’s what I spit up when he asked the question. 

"What sort of question is that? Are you nuts?" 

"Well you live with her. I mean have you. Have you checked out her bod?" 

"Christ on a crutch, you’re grossing me out." 

"I’m just telling you that your sister is a fox. I know her and La Roux Erna have to have to each have the biggest set of boobs in school. And that includes high school." 

"Their fat Sam, or chubby at least." 

"Oh don’t flip out. I thought you’d think it neat to have a sister that guys dig." 

"What guys dig her? Besides you?" 

"Oh I just heard stuff you know." 

I said, " if she was an older sister yeah I could see how it would be cool that other guys dug her. But she just annoys me, I don’t think about what she looks like man. I mean what are people going to do, she can’t date." 

"Ah there’s eighth graders that date," said Sam. 

"Yeah they can go to dances where somebody’s parents are keeping watch. Making sure nobody does the big make out thing," I said. 

I changed the subject to sports; the Jets and Lions were playing that weekend. Still Sam mentioning that my sister and other lesser mortals might hold attractions was at the back of my mind. I mean far in the back, behind the other stuff. 

I brought the topic up at home. 

Nancy’s right leg flew up in the air during the first second of the grab. She passed by the doorway of my darken bedroom. I popped out and first the right hand went over her mouth, the left arm came around her left side and I was lucky enough to pin both arms to her waist. 

"Mummp?" went with the sound of air zooming out her nose when I clamped her mouth shut. She got her balance and her bare feet made a scuffing sound on the carpet as I pulled her backwards. She made five or six quick steps as I yanked her into my room. I shut the door with my right foot and we stood in the dark. 

"Not a sound if you know what’s good for you." 

Nancy was quiet. It took me a few seconds to find the light switch. I got it on and we stood there, me still clutching her mouth. She had on a light flannel nightshirt, which stopped right above her knees. 

"Murg manf mooing bif budder?" 

"Sam Dotson has a crush on you." 

She made some puzzled noises under my hand. 

"I’m taking my hand off. Don’t make any sudden moves, my gun is right here. I’m going to have to gag you so they won’t hear." 

Nancy looked like she wanted to say something but she was quiet after I took my hand off her lips. I opened one of my dresser drawers and pulled out a little item. She watched me, turning her head over her left shoulder to look as I stood behind her. 

"I thought you said you weren’t going to tie me up." 

"I’m not." 

"Then what’s that for?" 

"It’s off an old bedsheet. I kept frapping it in on it’s self until I got this big knot in the middle. It’s a different type of gag I want to use." 

She turned her head back to the front. "When did you hear Sam Dotson had a crummph oom hefft." 

I cut her off by bringing the sheet gag down over her head until it lined up with her mouth, then pulled back. Her lips fought it, but it slid past them and I knotted it twice over her blonde hair. She made an angry sounding snort through her nose but didn’t try to pull it off. 

I checked to see it was firm in back, then turned her to face me. The white material was in past her teeth. Her upper and lower incisors showed over the gag. She made some more sounds and I’m pretty sure the knot inside her mouth was sitting atop her tongue. The gag was pressed up against the corners of her mouth, just a bit. It could have been tighter, but what the heck. 

"Arguph mummer bork gumph," said Nancy. I don’t know how hard she was trying to talk, but the gag was working pretty fair. 

"You’re not dating anybody are you?" 

Nancy rolled her eyes pointed a finger at her mouth and said, "Guh gaff ah shuff zin mum muff." 

"That’s right you’re gagged. Now sit over on the bed while I toss the place." 

She stomped over to my bed and sat, folding her arms across her chest and crossing her left leg over her right knee. I noticed the hem of her nightshirt rose several inches above that knee. 

Is that what Sam was talking about? I shouldn’t be thinking of her legs in that way. I mean their no Miss Haskell’s. Not long and strong looking like hers. Well I guess Nancy’s legs did look sort of long, it was the way she was sitting. 

Well to get my mind off that I pretended to be searching my room. After a minute I turned and said. 

"Do you know where it is?" 

She looked puzzled, then she slowly shook her head no. 

"I can make you talk you know." 

This time Nancy’s eyebrows shot up and her eyes got wide. She made a small sound through the gag. 

It’s nice she was picking up on how to play along. I made a few more threats to find what I needed any way I could. She kept shaking her head from side to side, and then put her hands together in front of her like she was praying. That may have been a bit over the top, but it looked neat at the time. 

I tried something else. "You know I’ve got your friend Annie bound and gagged in that closet. If you tell me what I need to know, I’ll go easy on her. 

Now Nancy looked really scared. She shook her head yes. 

"O.K take off your gag." 

She used both hands to pull it out and off her mouth. It hung down around her neck. 

"Are we finished?" she said. 

"Yeah sure. Thanks, here let me untie that." 

I took the gag off and she stood up and walked off. "Your weird," she said as she closed my bedroom door. 

I didn’t mind her leaving so soon. We’d forgotten about the money, and I was ready to hit the sack. I got in bed but I didn’t go to sleep right away. When I finally drifted off, I had a dream. I was a pirate, or a sea captain of some sort, a ship with big sails and all. I was walking real fast on the deck and there was this person up against a mast. They had a red bandanna tied atop their head, a bunch of blonde hair falling from underneath it. They wore those puffy, baggy type shirts you see the crew wearing in those old pirate movies. They had on dark pants and shoes that had toes curling up. Then I noticed there was a bunch of rope wrapped around the body, holding it to the mast. The face had a patch over one eye, and there was a big wooden pin tied inside its mouth, propping it open so all the teeth showed. The one eye that showed gave me an evil glare. It was Miss Haskell. 

Suddenly I was wet. I thought it was in the dream and a wave had got me. But I woke up wet. My face and my pillow. I thought I might have peed the bed. In the dark there was someone standing by my bed. I turned on my bedside lamp. It was Nancy holding a bucket. 

"I’m an assassin. I can attack you any time, and anywhere. That’s going to be part of the game. By the way you’re dead," she said. 

"Thank you," I said. She left and I turned off the light. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooxxxxxxxxxxx

Yes, there was a girl in high school that I sometimes played "tie-up games" with, but it was basically just taking turns tying each other up and trying to escape. After about a half hour, if one of us couldn't escape, the other would untie him/her. I think about 2/3 of the time we were both unable to escape. Once, when I had her tied up and blindfolded (we never used gags), I undid a couple of buttons on her blouse, and she didn't seem to mind; in fact, she smiled just a bit. I thought about going further down that road, but I wasn't confident as to how she would react, so I didn't. And I know, if I had it wouldn't be appropriate to discuss here anyway. 

So I'll sign off and just say THANKS to Canuck for hosting this site, and to Doug, Dudlab, Gillian, and all the others for contributing some very interesting reading material.

Ok on with this one. I was 13 at the time and Joanne was 16. I knew her quite well and umm I guess I had some what of a little crush on her. I got to know her through dancing with her little sister. Theresa, anyways my parents were planning to go away for a week during the school holidays, I was wrapped but kinda disapointed that they wanted to hire a sitter. So I asked if Joanne could come over, and be the sitter. Mum was happy with her as long as she did not mind. Jo was wrapped and said she would do it right away (She needed the cash). I was over the moon, and could not wait till Tuesday. It was Saturday, I was already planning ways and means to tie her up. 
 

Well tuesday came and the parents left. I was the happiest guy on earth. Jo and I started out with some small talk, she was different from any other sitter I guess. We played the Sega Master System for a while then watched some TV then I thought now was my chance. First I guess I should bive you a quick run down of Joannes Appearance. She was drop dead perfect to say the least. She was about 5'6, Slim, perfect hour glass shape. Very Very well formed for her age, she had lovely long smoth legs. Long narrow feet with long Toes. (All girls I seem to met have characters like that??) She was not slim as such, lets say she was formed perfect. And she had shoulder length blond hair and brown eyes. 

 Well I looked at her and she looked at me. I gave her a slight giggle and looked away. She asked what was up, I told her that I had a major crush on her, then closed my eyes and hoped for the best. She replied with a "Well I'm here for a week. Maybe we could work on it during this time" Damn I felt like I was floating on air. I got a evilish look in my eye and asked if she was ticklish, she just looked at me and said of course I am. As we were laying on our stomachs side by side playing the Sega a fendish thought jumped into my mind. I jumped up and sat on her but and locked my knees in by her arms holding them by her sides. (Rule one; never reach back when someone jumps on you back) I started to poke my fingers into her sides. She started to kick and buck like a wild bull. Screaming with laughter, tears were running down her face and it had only been a couple of seconds. I stopped and asked if she would do anything I asked her to. She said no way so I started tickling again, she started to scream. All the time I was saying "will you do as I ask" come on will you??? Finaly she said ok, and I asked "Promise" she agreed and I stopped tickling her, She then said well what do you want me to do. Cook you something, Masssage you?? she asked. I went red, and purple and any other colour of the rainbow and said that I wanted to tie her up. She had a look of "Oh My God" in her eyes then she burst out laughing. I then said oh well, I guess I can settle for a massage. She said how can I massage you and be tied up at the same time, then burst out giggling again. I asked her if I really could, she agreed but as long as I did not tickle her, gag her, or touch her in a way I should not (know what I mean) then she looked at me and said " if you wanted to tie me up you could have just asked" I went all colours again. I went off to get some rope. 
 

When I came back Jo was sitting on the couch with her, Sneakers, Short Shorts and Tight fitting T-shirt on. Her hair was in a pony tail. She asked how I wanted her, I asked her to come into my room, where I got her to lie on her back on my bed, in the shape of a star. She reminded me to look but not touch, I giggled and agreed and with that took about a 3 foot lenght on White Cotton rope and started to bind her Ankle to the bed corner (I was fortunate enough to have a Double bed in my room with posts on each corner. Damn I was a lucky kid)I did the same with the other her other foot, while I was doing this Jo was tell me about how her last few boyfreinds loved to tie her up, but the last one went just a little to far, but she told me that she trusted me and knew I would not do what he did. (He was into breath play and put a bag over her head. As you know it's hard enough to breath with just a gag on with out a plastic bag on top of that.) Anyway I tied her wrists to each post and streched her out tight, she looked great. I asked if it was ok if I was to give her a kiss, she said ok but reminded me that she was in no position to stop me either. I gave her a little kiss on the lips and well she responded so it became a french one. But I'll stick to the story, I watched her struggle in her bonds for a good hour. We talked and she struggled and looked around but made no progress. I asked when she wanted to be released, she said when I felt like it. she was really comfortable and could almost go to sleep, I told her I was going to make a sandwich and would be back. When I came back she was fast asleep. She looked so cute I wanted to untie her, so I started but she soon woke before I got one leg free and she told me that she always fantasised to sleep while bound but never wanted to try it with any boyfreinds. So I told her I would watch from over the other side of the room, she told me to come lie on the bed with her. Which I did and we were both soon fast asleep. We slept for about 2 horus before I woke up and she woke soon after me. It was about 8pm so we decided to get some tea. I untied her and she cooked some tea. Then she asked if I could tie her up again. She enjoyed it and she trusted me. She could explore her fantasies while being safe to do so. I was more than happy to help out. She then asked if she could go back to her house to get some other things to bind with. I was over the moon. 
 

Well I can do one of two things. Post a story of a guy I bound or I can carry on with this one. You Decide 

Saul

 Anyways she had been gone about half and hour and soon returned the time was about 10pm by now but neither was sleepy because of the afternoon nap we had. She came in and I did not know who was more nevrous, her or me. I asked if we could have a little chat before the games carried on. She agreed, I told her that I have had this obsession of a bound female since I could remember, she then confessed that she had dreamed of being tied toatly helpless since she could remember. I explained that she was toatly safe with me and that I would tell know one. (With this exception) She said the same. I then asked her if while playing if she did not mind me well (touching....) she said as long as I felt comfortable with it, and did not go anywhere too umm sexual if you know what I mean. (Can't name places here but you get the drift) 
 

Well the talk soon finished and she wanted to show me her little collection that her x boyfreind gave her. (He left town and left her with his umm toys) She dragged in this huge suit case, then asked if I wanted to see what was in it (legality thing I guess) Anyways I replied with something smart like. Do cows give milk?? She tipped it over and I was just amazed at what was in it. Damn I would have been the most luckyist into bondage 13 year old on earth. She pulled out a Leather Strap Set. Leather body Harness, Harness Ball gag, Ball Gag, Solid Leather Strap Gag, Black leather blindfolds, Thumb Cuffs x4, Handcuffs, Toe cuffs, Tons of soft White Cotton rope, A Couple of rolls of Duct tape, and other more umm un say able bondage gear. 

 For the first time in my life I was lost for something to say, here was this person that I had a huge crush on, showing me a collection of dream toys, sharing her Deepist fanstasies with me. Damn was I lucky. and she was only in her first night of a whole week. 
 

Well it was about 10.30 at night now and we were about to start on her second binding, she was still wearing short shorts a tight fitting top and no shoes or socks. She still looked great. I asked how she wanted to be bound, she told me she had allways wanted to be ball tied, I was kinda lost (not fully knowing the language of bondage yet) She explained and I knew what it was and kinda how to do it. With that I began, I took an average length of rope and bound her wrists kinda tightly and cinched it off. I did the same to her ankles and her knees. I then tied her Elbows (they almost touched) and tied her wrists to her waist. She was really helpless and I had not finished and was no where near a ball tie. The next thing I did was get her to sit on the floor and pulled her knees up close to her face. I tied a rope under her knees and then through her armpits and tied it behind her back. I then tied a rope around her ankles and then around her wrist bonds (like you would a hogtie I guess)She was now fairly well tied. Next I put on a leather blindfold.Next I took a pair of thumb cuffs and cuffed her well umm thumbs LOL, then I took a pair of toe cuffs and cuffed her two big toes. I then asked if she wanted a gag. She said ok but 3 quick mmpphs and she wanted the gag to come off. I agreed and the bright red Ball gag went in and was strapped in place. 
 

She was really helpless and loving it. I just watched her struggle and roll around. She was not making much sound but I did not mind. Then she went to say something I guess, then she started mmmppphhhing like mad. Then the 3 quick mmmmpppphhhs came out. I went over and removed her Gag. She explained that she went to say something and forgot she was gagged. Then she became to panic because of what her Boyfreind did to her. (Quick recap, Imagine being Totaly Tied, Helpless, Gagged, Blindfolded, Naked and then someone whos's into Breath Play puts a bag over your head and chokes you still you are about to faint then takes it off. He does this for aobut an hour. Then releases you) I gave her a hug and asked if she wanted out. She said know but asked to have the blindfold removed. I removed it and we sat and talked and watched TV til around 2am. She was really enjoying herself. I released her and she asked if I could sleep in her room. (The guest room had two single beds in it) I agreed and went jumped into bed. She talked till the sun came up, about all her dreams. Ways to put them into place, What her boyfriend had done to her, what other boyfreinds had done to her. Needless to say our freind ship was really getting into a second gear. 
 

Hey how am I doing. I'll finsih the story from the Tuesday she came till she left before I post about anyone else. Then I'll post some about guys I've bound. 
If you are from Nelson New Zealand and or are planing to come here and would like to get togther for some Play Send me some mail. 
 

Saul

As for guys puting other guys in bondage,not my thing~but to each his own,i judge no one,just stateing my prefance :) 

 TW

 Your story was very enjoyable too 

 And yes, I'm male...;) 

 P.S. Me and Matt are heading up to Sara's cottage this weekend (we're already here), and, just to let you all know, they approved of the tie up games (so long as they tied us up once in a while, too. it seemed only fair) so they shall be more storie to come. Sunday there is sure to be something new, and I can't wait! BYE!!!! DRAGON

 No offense taken, my manhood is all happy :) 

 Judging from your story about Sara (nice name there) and Megan you guys are having a ball up there in Canada. 

 -What can you do to improve your stories? 

 Just to suit my taste (not everyone's I guess) you could put in alittle more about the setting of the story. How were the people dressed, what did the surroundings look like? 

 I also always like a very good description of exactly how a tying is done, it makes for more interesting reading. 

 Try to remember how the victim looked like when she/he was gagged, and did they make a funny noise or something like that? 

 Otherwise your story is very nice to read, but please, divide it into paragraphs for easier reading! 

 And one more thing, no matter how funny it can be to be tied up, don't overdo it, keeping someone tied up for too long can make that person never wanting to play again! 

 Tickle on! 

 On friday, all four of us arrived at Sara's cottage somewhere near a lake called Kennises Lake, at around four o clock. Sara was wearing tight, light blue jeans that were faded in some places. Matt was wearing baggy South Pole jeans and an orange shirt, while I wore jeans (same style as Matt's) and a blue shirt. Megan, was practically impervious to cold weather in all it's froms, as she wore a baby blue blue belly top, with a small skirt. After we unfinished packing all our gear, Megan instantly proposed a tie-up game. Girls against guys, and the challenge was who could get loose before they were thrown into the water. Being thrown into the water wouldn't actually be done, because we were given a signifcant amount of time (about an hour and a half) plus onlt our feet were not tied. Matt went first. 

 They tied Matt's wrists behind him tightly, and left him on the dock. I was permitted t at least watch and help if anything went wrong, but not help. The nylon rope warppaed around his arms and wrists about five times, and ended in two long pieces tied in a know together at the end. The clock started. 

 Matt struggled for a little bit, and even shouted and swore alot. He then sat bakc, and put his wrists past his legs in front of him. He bit at the ropes several times, and used a nearby branch to pull apart the ropes. I was quite impressed. Matt's elapsed time: 1 hour. 

 My turn then came. Sara and Megan rushed in, and quickly tied my wrists tightly behind my back in the sme fashion as Matt's. So, the clock started, and Matt was left to watch. I used the same technique as Matt had done earlier, and then stood on my feet. Matt shouted, "You poser! Don't you be mockin my styles!" I shouted back at him, "Man, if I wasn't tied up right now, I'd kick your. . ." I stopped talking as myleft foot was caught between the wooden planks in the deck. I struggled a bit with absolutely no balance, and fell head first into the freezing lake. More to come . . . DRAGON 

Besides, I'm not always using Windows. 

Again, thanks for putting the work into putting up a site.

 Anyway, keep on writing those stories and you'll be right up there with PH and the rest of the kickass writers. I hope to be like that too someday as well. 

 Stay loose, rocky my man and keep up the good work! DRAGON 

 p.s. How did you like my recent story? I'd really like to know cause I thinkn the more comments I get and the more questions I get and answer, I'll write better. I seriously gotta stop making those damn mistakes...sorry y'all! 

 DRAGON

Alison was quite an attractive girl - a bit of puppy fat, but I had a bit of a crush on her. She was a bit of a tomboy - equally happy playing boisterous games with the boys as well as indulging in girls games with Liz. She was also quite a flirt. She was fairly short - 5 feet 2 or so, but with a figure that was shaping up quite nicely, blond hair & blue eyes. At the time Liz was a bit taller, about 5 feet 4 or so with another couple of inches still to add before her maximum height, and quite slim with very long & shapely legs. She seemed to take delight in showing them at every opportunity, for example only wearing her pyjama top and panties at night and often during the day replacing the Pyjama top with a T shirt or some other top. Later on when I started to bring girlfriends round this would really piss me off, although I never had an unattractive girlfriend, Liz had better legs than any of them. However, she was flat chested and very few of my girlfriends were. 

Liz had quite a lot of friends - all quite attractive, who sadly I did not meet until much later in life when they'd all got boyfriends of their own, and had possibly grown out of games like these - although what they got up to with their boyfriends is anyone's guess. At the time these girls rarely came to our house, Liz usually visited them, and instead of going with her to her friends houses I'd be off to play soccer or race bikes in the forest, generally getting wet & muddy, or creating havoc in the town, getting into situations which miraculously never resulted in broken bones or worse. I guess all of these friends of Liz at the time did not have much time for my idea of fun, which was reciprocated of course. 

For a long time, and believe it or not this dates back to preschool years, I'd taken notice of "damsel in distress" type scenes in movies or on the TV - even in early episodes of Dr Who I paid most attention when the Dr's assistant was in some sort of peril, although the times when she ended up bound are few & far between. At the local cinema on Saturday mornings there were inevitably films such as Tarzan or something similar, with hopeless scripts, cheap sets and poor acting and directing (that's looking back - they seemed really good at the time), and invariably the heroine would be rescued from some bizarre and unlikely fate by the hero, and the villain would get his just desserts. Inevitably these scenes would be re-enacted in the back garden. 

This garden was fairly large but narrow, at the back of a rambling Victorian town house (now demolished). The interior of the house had quite a few bannisters and posts which would become useful far beyond the designs of the builders later on, as well as, in the garden, a lean-to shed where, amongst my father's tools, were various lengths and thicknesses of rope, (hemp, sisal and nylon) amongst the collection as well as spare clothes line. In the garden were a couple of posts about 6 to 8 feet high, one being wood, square, about 6 x 6 inches, the other metal, about 2 inches in diameter. The wooden post was out of sight of all overlooking windows, and the whole of the garden was out of sight of the kitchen window. The windows of the main rooms of the house looked out onto the street over a small front garden, so anything was possible in the back garden providing it was not excessively noisy. 

The neighbours garden had a couple of old apple trees, but these were never used to tie anyone to as we had the posts in our garden, but sadly the wooden post was in such a position in a corner that it was not possible to tie two girls to it together, back to back. 

Just outside the town was a large forest with a lot of areas off the beaten track with trees of all sizes that could be used, including fallen trees, and also very old metal fences about 8 to 10 feet high which could be used in a variety of imaginative ways. The forest also contained a lot of muddy areas (some maybe 3 or 4 feet deep, but Liz was certainly never interested in this, Alison never coming to the forest with us). The towns railway station had an old goods yard with a lot of disused railway lines, but unfortunately this area was out of bounds for playing in as there were too many houses, bridges and roads (with nosey interfering adults)overlooking it - I would not have had any trouble running away but it would look bad in the local paper if I'd fled the scene leaving a young girl tied to the tracks. Gor obvious reasons the main line was a bad place to play due to fast frequent trains and electricity (with the wind in the wrong direction electric trains are almost silent until dangerously close - it's only vibration that lets you know one is coming). 

The really great thing about the summer days was that the girls usually wore either short skirts or shorts with T shirts, but swimsuits were frequently worn when the weather was hot. Alison never seemed to worry about stripping down to her underwear either. School days were great as well as the girls would have their school uniform on, although at the time I wasn't particularly excited about that, except for the school tie, which was far more useful around the wrists, and the skirts were usually short, particularly with girls who are growing up fast and needed new ones at regular intervals as they grew out of them. 

Anyway, having set the scene, I shall describe the games played with as much detail as I can recall in future instalments to this. Fortunately for you readers I have a good memory and can remember most of what was done and said during these games depite 25 to 30 years elapsing. 

I honestly felt I was gonna die. No more stories, no more games, no nothing. I heard Matt's voice yelling and shouting "Oh my god, he's gonna die!! Sara!! Megan!!" I thought to myself, "Wow. So he does care." I struggled some more and got my hands free. I swam like mad under the water, and grabbed the deck with my one hand. Matt saw, it and ran over to help - I felt like passing out. I was so tired, and one of my hands still had a length of rope on it which chaffed and made my hand fall asleep. (i hate that) My elapsed time: half an hour. 

 I saw Megan and Sara there aswell, with some towels and a blanket. I was soaked through and through as they all crowded around trying to keep me warm with their body heat. It did not feel good, being so cold and shivering like mad. Megan whispered something to Sara, and she kissed me on the lips. "Please don't tell my parents Derek. Please...?" My teeth chattered and I barely managed to reply "Wh..w-h-h-hat's in it for me?" I said. 

 Look, I'm not a greedy person. I just felt that if I had pneumonia or something like brain damage I should at least see Megan and Sara tied up some more. Later on, I stayed in bed for about an hour and a half trying to stay warm and sneezing uncontrollably. Matt was with me in the top bunk and his popped up upside down from the bed. "I've got a good idea, dude...." 

Matt said there was a place near the cottage Sara had pointed ot to him earlier. It was a cottage, almost ancient, that had been unoccupied for decades. His plan was to take Megan and Sara there and do something there. He was out of ideas, and so was I. That night, while everyone slept, Matt went out to the abandoned cottage. We went to the door, and it was locked tight. The windows were all boardered up. I thought they might be, so I brought along a crowbar and a hammer. We whacked down the rotting boards, and entered through the broken window. Matt slashed his arm on the way in, and I couldn't help but laugh. 

More to come soon guyz....DRAGON 

 Her responce was tight and in-escapeable. I helped her with this wish by; First I took out some of the white rope (awhole heap to be honest) and got her to lay on her stomach then I stradled her and began to bind her wrists kinda tightly then I cinched it off. I then tied her Ankles, then above and below her knees, then her elbows. I helped her to stand, which she did with the greastest of ease. I then tied a rope around her waist and let the end hang. She asked why I did this and then I told her she was about to find out. I then put my hand between her legs (Above the knee ropes) and pulled the ends through. She still seemed quite puzzled. I then pulled them tight and tied them off. (Quite a tight crotch rope) She was impressed. I then helped her up to my room (Just a few feet away) and got her to lie face down on my bed. I then tied her feet to the base board of my bed. I then tied her two big toes together (If any of you can't guess what I did to her a little later on then you are THICK)

 I tied a rope around one arm pit to it's respective bed post and the same to the other. She was completely movement less and she knew it. I then pulled a scarf out and blindfolded her. I did not want to gag her (after the last little problem)I then placed some pillows under her stomach as to restrict even more movement. then I told her to do her best to get free. Well she struggled and giggled and moved (as much as she could) but got no where. I then reminded her of how ticklish she was, then how helpless her feet were, then I remembered how much I love to tickle helpless bound feet. (Damn how convenant) She begged with me not to tickle her, but I did not listen, I jumped on the bed and sat on her thighs and leaned forward to look at her feet. I got out my pen and started to draw on her soles. Instanly shreaks of laughter came out. I did this for a little bit then dropped the pen and started tickling her soles with my fingers. I then turned around and started to poke her in the ribs (you know how you do aye?) I did this not stop for 3 minutes. She was begging for me to stop but I carried on (Knowing that really she wanted me to.)

 I went back to her legs and started to do (you know those things were you pinch in behind the knee really fast) and it tickles like hell. I did those for a couple of minutes. She was bucking like mad through all of the tickling (Half an hour by now) next she started pleading with me to stop. I carried on a little more and went to tickling her feet. next came something that I had forgetten all about. she started to moan and to sream stop, stop I think I'm gonna.......... bang she erupted into a huge (Well umm err you know) That damn crotch rope had worked. I've never know them to do that before (maybe offer a little pleasure but..) 

She layed there on the bed panting, well having never seen a female climax before I asked if anyting was wrong. I thought I had broken her or something, she just giggled and said we need to have another chat. I went to her feet and gave them another little tickle before I untied her. Once untied we had a little lunch. I asked why she had started shaking and bucking and why she looked like she had peed herself when she got up. She just giggled and asked if I really didn't know (sorry guys I knew everything about bondage, but sex well thats a whole nother story) I explained this and we had an interesting talk. I can't say for here but it sure was great.
 
 

Well Thats another one. I still have many more for this board but only up untill the Saturday(Lets say I can't say what happened after Saturday here

 Well I'm working on a New Web page thanks for all those who have come in and seen my Old one but I am discontinuing that site as it has to many problems of where I mucked up in the making.

 So I will anounce the new site hopefully over the nex couple of weeks. (hint try geocites.com with my name after that) if you want a preview
 
 

Saul

 We told Sara and Megan, and they agreed to go. After a quick lunch, we gathered up some supplies and left for the cottage. We told them the games would be in the basement, because there was nothing upstairs. So, I told Megan to stand int he middle of the support post and told her strecth out her arms. I tied both her wrists tightly to each beam, and tied her legs to the beams as well (the beams were only about a foot apart) The ropes were nice and tight, and so she couldn't escape. She smiled as she tugged on the ropes in her tight jean skirt and blue belly-top. "I think Im gonna like this," Megan said. I put some tissues in her mouth, so she couldn't make very much noise. Then I took out a roll of duct tape, and began to wrap it around her mouth. She laughed through her gag, and tried to pull on the ropes some more. 

 I tossed the roll of tape to Matt, who had Sara tied down to the cot. Her wrists were above her head in a triangular shape tied to the headboard (or the rusty iron bar) and Matt had just finished tying her ankles to the bottom. Sara tugged hard on the ropes. "Matt? Please, no gags this time ok?" she asked, but it was too late. Before she could say another word, Matt had a good twleve inches of adhesive on her mouth in no time. That's when we all heard a loud bang. 

 If one looked up at the ceiling in the basement, you could see between the floorboards. Light shone through the little cracks, but was blocked out momentarily by a large boot. It was a good thing Sara and Megan were gagged, because they started to scream. Matt and I heard voices say "It's perfect. I'll have the stuff shipped here by tuesday." We then eard a second voice say "Have you seen the basement yet? It's nearly finished..." 

 The footsteps began to go to the basement stairs, as Matt and I frantically tried to thik of a plan. "We can hide!" said Matt. "If they find us, we can get in big trouble for tresspassing!" he said. At this moment Sara and Megan began to struggle and moan through the tape. "Yeah, WE can hide but they can't! We'll go thorugh it together!" I replied. Matt and I stared at the steps. 

 I shadow appeared on the wall, as someone came downstairs. One of them said, "Roy, we can take a look tmorrow. I'm getting hungry now." The people went back upstairs and left. More to come later.....DRAGON 

 I actually hit on Tina a week earlier, but when I asked for her phone number she simply said to come back to the same bar next Saturday. All week I Didn't know if it was a stop or go sign but I came back, and sure enough she was there. She was quite happy to see me and had gotten a little tipsy too. So I spent about three hours talking and slowly getting the nerve to ask her back. When I finally popped the question (around 3:00am) she not only consented but pinned me against the wall and began her grind right there! 

Alright, I'll get to the good stuff already. She's approximately 5'8, good body, long soft auburn hair, blue eyes and a face kinda like Sharon Stone. I guess if you want to know, I'm an Indian-American (think Ghandi not Pocahantas) in my twenties and a fairly athletic build. Didn't know if she was into bondage yet but I had a hunch she might be. Anyways, we're back at my place exploring our birthday suits and, honest to god, I start thinking of how to bring up bondage by thinking of all the different stories I read on this site. Two consistent themes I've read here are to be honest but not too overexcited, and to make sure your very consentual. I finally ask her if she would be interested in trying bondage. Her blue eyes brightened up and she said she never tried it, but was verrrrrry intrigued. I crawled over to my closet and whipped out my materials (torn sheets and one overcoat belt). I made sure that she knew we would start light and if she felt any danger she could say the safeword (another good tip I learned from this sight). 

 I'm a classic/conservative bondage admirer. Wrists, Ankles, Blindfold and gag are my primary set of attraction. I started by tying the black, silk belt around her soft ankles. Her toenails had a pretty maroon gloss to them. I pulled her hands in front, fists facing each other, and used a diagonal tie (whatever it's called) with a dark grey torn bedsheet, and blindfolded her with a torn white bedsheet, pinning her soft auburn hair to her head. I then proceeded to slowly work my lips from her toes (another major fetish), to her thighs, to her bellybutton and sides, to her bound hands, to those two soft and gorgeous mounds, to her silky neck and finally striking with a long passionate kiss. She had started with a soft moan to ending with a feline roar by the time I reached her lips, and I was in ecstasy! 

 We tried a few other positions and the next morning she told me how she was surprised at how turned on she was with the whole experience. I acted casual as if this is how all women react to the experience with me (yeah right, if she really knew)! Anyways, it was pretty much a one night thing for both of us and we parted as friends. 

 Thanks again for the site Canuck, not only is it entertaining, it's actually doing a service!

My sister had a couple of friends round and with nothing better to do, I was being a real pain and bugging them. Eventually they got fed up with this and suddenly, all three of them jumped me. My sister fetched some rope while the other two held me down. When she came back, they tied my hands tightly behind my back, rolled up a couple of socks and stuffed them in my mouth, holding them in with a strip of surgical tape. 

One of them said "Let's torture him" and they dragged me outside and under a tree in the garden. My sister said "OK, strip him to his underpants." They took off my shoes and socks and pulled my jeans off. I was made to sit down and under the tree and they spread my legs as far as they could. With ropes and tent pegs, they staked my legs out, securing them at the ankles and knees. They then untied my wrists, pulled off my shirt, forced me down on to my back and stretched out my arms, again pegging them to the ground at wrist and elbow. They finished off with a rope pegged between my legs, pulled to the side of my stomach and pegged again, crossed over my chest and pegged by my shoulders. 

It was a pretty effective stake out because spread eagled and pegged down at so many places gave me no leverage to break loose. They went indoors and I was left wondering how long they would keep me there. At least I was under the tree and safe from the sun - how considerate! 

Five minutes later, they were back, my sister carring a long sports sock with something bulky in it. What were they going to do? Well, they tied the sock to the tree over my stomach and stood back. It soon became clear what was in the sock - ice cubes! They began to melt and I saw a drop forming at the end of the sock. It fell off and splashed icily on to my stomach - a real shock! Another drop formed with the same result and another and another until there was a steady stream of cold drops on my stomach. 

Satisfied with their improvised water torture, they went back in the house. It was a warm day and the ice melted quite quickly, then as it began to run out the drops got slower again until the last drop, not quite big enough to fall, hung on the end of the sock. 

This took about half an hour and the girls came back out again and decided that all that water must have made me cold and that I needed warming up. They did this by subjecting me to 15 minutes very heavy tickling, under my arms, down my sides, on my stomach, the inside of my thighs, the back of my knees and, worst of all, my feet. Three girls working all at once like demons had me screaming for mercy but the socks in my mouth subdued the sound. 

After 15 minutes, they asked me if I had learned my lesson. Vigorous nodding got the message across, yes. They unpegged one elbow and loosened the peg holding that wrist which, with some struggling, allowed me to free myself. The girls were gone when I was free and although I was only staked out for less than an hour, I was a little stiff the next day. 

I didn't bug my sisters and her friends again and since I was always outnumbered, I never got the chance for revenge. On reflection, the ice water aside, I decided that I quite enjoyed the experience! 

That's it. Hope you enjoyed it. 
Jim.

After tickling them for a few hours more, we untied them, ungagged them and left the cottage. Megan in my arms, and Sara in Matt's, we walked out the front door to see the people that had come to see the cottage chatting in front. 

 We all ducked behind the house. IN a haste, Matt tripped over a twig onto a bottle. The bottle promptly smashed under Matt's big foot, and he swore rather loudly. They heard us. The people that were chatting were practically, I'm sorry to all who are offended, shotgun/rifle toting maniacal rednecks. They picked up the shotgun and rifle, loaded them, cocked them and said "Sounds like a moose. This one's mine, Ed, you dumb mother******. Got it?" said one. They edged closer and closer. 

 We all backed up slowly until we almost around the other side of the tiny cottage. "What'll we do?! The'll shoot us for sure!" I looked around frantically for an option. There was a small hill below of which was a small beach. Seeing the pure terror on Megs' face, I said quietly "We'll jump down there..." 

Sara was first because she was crying. Matt guided her hand down, and next was Megan. I help her down, and picked up to long thick sticks. I tossed one to Matt and nodded. He nodded back and gave me props. We stood there tense and still like hunting lions. We heard the guns cocked again, and we just thought "Forget it." Taking the sticks, we leapt down the hill, as the man came around the corner. 

 As we ran behind the men back to Sara's cottage we were just in time for dinner. We ate and said nothing More to come... 

 DRAGON

 Anyways being I had my litte secret,and I wanted to incorprerate into my films.So what better way than the very old(older than me thankyou)perils of pauline,where the heroine is tied to the track.But I wanted to make it a comdey,people who know me know I am just a big kid,I still dont act like an adult.There were a couple of cutie girls at work,and I would have been happy with either one being the heroine.The story was very basic,the heroine,the villian,the evil aunt and the hero. 
I told Kim and Rene about my script I was writing and asked if they wanted to be in my movie. They both said yes. I asked which one wanted to be"pauline".They booth said they didnt care,so being the sneak that I was I re-wrote the script so that booth girls would end up being tied up. 

 It was the very basic story,of the bad guy tieing the girl to the rail road track the hero comeing to save the day,HOWEVER in my version,the villian captures the girl with the help of the evil aunt,and they tie and gag her to the rail road tracks,but then the villian turns on the evil aunt and she ends tied on the tracks next to the heroine 

 after somegloating by the bad guy the hero runs up but instead of resucueing the heroine and beating up the bad guy, the villian bribes the hero with cash,and they both walk away leaving the two women on the tracks to their fate:)See,heh heh that way I got to tie up both kim and rene. 

Rene played the heroine,she had long red hair down to her shoulders she was very prety,a litle on the thin side but not skinny. Kim was shorter than Rene,she also had long hair but her hair was very dark,she was very pretty too,plus she had a nice chest,rene was a little flat but oh so very pretty. 

 We got to the rail road tracks,and we(me and my friends) tied rene's hands in front of her,then my freind gagged rene,just as she was about to have her feet tied,a train started to come,slowly(not the whole train just the engine)so rene walked away from over the tracks to where I was at,I pulled her gag out,and was going to untier her.She said NO! My heart sank,and just looked at her,before I could say anything the train pulled up a coupple of guys on the train said something I cany rember what but they say rene with her hands tied and made some kind of joke,hey this was way back in(geez) 1975. 

The train finaly went by,so we were ready to continue filming.The scarf was around renes neck,still tied in the back,i lifted it to her mouth and told her to "open up" she looked me dead on in my eyes,I was fighting my natural urges,it was very hard(no pun intended) to do that. 
Rene had her feet tied and then we began filming. the villian caried Rene to the tracks,and she was layed on the tracks,the villian and Kim golated,then the villian(and for the life of me I cant think of my buds name) turned on Kim. we stopped the camera and tied up kim the same way,but no gag(bad planing) all the time Rene was still tied and gagged on the tracks.We had a lot of rope left,and we were going to use it ALL on her,she would have none of that(doggone it.) We carefully set kim next to Rene and finished the filming. 

After we were done, I felt like i needed a ciggerett,and I didnt smoke. I wanted to hug them both so bad,but they had boyfreinds(figgures)I loved edditing that film,and me and my freind Brian(yeah I rembered)who played the bad guy had all sorts of cool fantasy(s) on what we could have done.<~sigh. 
after I had finished the film(it was pretty bad) Both the girls showed it to their boyfriends,they liked it but Kim and rene had to explain the "plot"(there was no sound). Acoupple of other pices of info,we did a graveyard shoot(LOOONG story) Kim knocked out Rene and started to tie her up,it was cool) 

ALSO when we did the filming there was just the four of us,Kim and rene both took turns helping us film,they were so cool. 
Not that many years latter I use to hang out at a upscale(nice) topless bar and I could have swore one of the dances was Rene!! I never found out I was so dam shy when it came to going up to women. 

 I do have other stories does anybody want to hear them? I love this site it rocks,just like all the writers,and wow look at all the women writer and posters that are here :) Guys there is hope STAY COOL 

 Also there are a lot of people who do self bondage,if you are over 18 I have some "clean"/not porno links.e mail me if you want and i will send them 

OK now about self bondage,when I was a kid under 10 I think,I was already likeng seeing girls in bondage,but since i was so young and didnt really know any girls at night i would sorta tie my self up. 

 I would use my bathrobe belt to tie my kness,one of my socks to tike my aknkels(after i streched it out) I then would use my pj top to gag myself,I then would fantasize about a pretty girl being all ted up and her trying to get free,as i woul hen try to get my legs free,almost "feelng her tied up and gagged,and wll I would do what evry little boy would do at night in bed under the covers. A few times my mom walked in but luckly I wasnt gagged plus I was totaly covered up,so she didnt know what I was doing. 

Many years latter when I found word(bondgae) for my felings,I lost all intrest in any self bondage> And the idea of a women tieing me up NO WAY! BUT as I became an adult I began to see and feel the"magic" of being tied up and gagged in front of a woman. Though I still perfer to tie the woman up 9% of the time,nothing wrong with the roles being reversed once in awhile. 

 I will post in a little bit about wh I KNOW there are women wo like the idea of bondage evan though they might not be into it. 

 WRD have you ever heard of Harmony concepts?? It is LOVE bondage,not porno~it's an adult site> ANy way you ARE not alone :) there are some other cool sites,here if you go back to august 2000 you will find some cool links :) 

 STAY COOL

Also I ment to say I like to tie up and gag the woman 90% of the time!!! BYE for now

 If anyone here has a WORKING URL where I can find these, please send it along. If they are no longer on the web, then I guess I'm pretty much out of luck. 

 Thank you, 

 Guyver

Hmmm! Maybe I had discovered girls. I had also discovered bondage, particularly in the comics and was fascinated by the sight of helpless, bound females. One of my favorites was Nyoka the Jungle Girl. If anybody remembers Nyoka, I'm sure you remember she was always getting tied up, either by unfriendly natives or by illegal poachers infiltrating the jungles. I fantasized about being the hero who would rescue her and she would admire me. Anyway, while playing in the back yard of the house across the street one day, I found a piece of rope and encouraged Shirley to tie my hands to the supports of an oil drum behind the house so I couldn't "catch" her in our game of hide and seek. Though I admonished her to do a good job or I would "get her", I soon realized I could have easily pulled free in about two seconds. 

After she was done, Shirley began running around and around the house many times. Each time she came through the back yard area where I was, I appeared to be still "struggling" to get loose. She would laugh and giggle and continue on her way. The next time around, there I was, still her prisoner, or so she thought. Thinking back, I don't know what my motives were. 

Was I enjoying being tied up so much I didn't want to get away? Was I decoying her to catch her off guard so that I could easily grab her and tie her up on one of her trips around the house? I think I realized, though, if I actually did such a thing, I would bring down the wrath of both our parents on me and maybe on Shirley as well. I knew my parents were very strict and would not tolerate any such nonsense. 

Perhaps it was for the best, but fate intervened. Just before I was about to pull off my miraculous escape and capture the unsuspecting heroine, her mother called her in for dinner. Curses! Foiled again! A few evenings later, I'm not sure how much time had passed, we were all sitting around on my front porch. I was sitting on the steps and Shirley came and sat down next to me. 

Suddenly, much to my surprise, she leaned over and said to me "I love you". Now, I was not only too immature to handle that, but I think I also knew she was a very young girl, just beginning to feel the awareness of her womanhood. I'm sure she was exploring if the guy next door could be attracted to her. I felt embarrassed and said nothing, but it's the only time in my life I have ever heard those words. 

At some point in time, my parents and Shirley's parents got mad at each other and didn't speak. I was forbidden to play with Marvin and Shirley anymore. They were not allowed in our yard and I was not allowed in theirs. One day some older boys ganged up on Shirley and me and put us in the woodshed in her back yard. There was no padlock on the door, thankfully, but they wedged a piece of kindling wood into the lock so we couldn't get out. I remember being terrified that I would be caught in Shirley's yard, no matter the circumstances. When Mom and Dad laid down the law, there was no transgressing and no excuses. There was a small slit of space at the door of the shed and I found something to try to dislodge the piece of wood holding the door in place. After much work, I was successful while Shirley watched, admiring my ingenuity. Finally, we were able to escape from our "prison" and I had rescued both myself and the damsel. However, my reward was not what a hero should have received. Just about the time we emerged from the shed, Shirley's Mom saw us out of the back window and came charging out of the house, not only angry with me for being on their property, but angry about "Just what were you doing in there?" I don't know if Shirley was able to explain the situation to her mother's satisfaction or not. I just got the hell out of there as quick as I could. I was always a gentleman with Shirley. At times, even though we weren't allowed in each other's yard, we would talk at the back fence. If her mother saw her, however, she would call her in immediately. Later, we moved out of the neighborhood. Dad said he wanted to get out of the city to avoid the high taxes, so we moved out into the county. We were kind of isolated and I had no one my age to play with. I never saw Shirley again. I know this isn't much of a "bondage" story, but it's the best I have to contribute. I have really enjoyed reading about everyone else's experiences, though. It sounds like you all had interesting childhood experiences, to say the least. Most of my tie-up experiences have been with self-bondage, including a couple of times I couldn't escape. They were rather interesting. It has never been easy for me to acknowledge my interest in this activity. I felt really weird and ashamed of my feelings. 

That's why I'm glad forums such as this and a few other sites on the internet are available to help us understand these feelings. I do get turned off by pornography, though. 

 Thanks for reading. 

 They evan asked me to re tell the story,why i dont know but i never did,I was in my 20's when I wrote to them.I am rembering a lot of things I had forgoten about,wow,I will post them latter.thanks or the kind words I also did the same"trick" to get to tie my freind debie up,I will post that latter, She was the first"woman" I got to tie up she was before Kim and Rene,and she was 17,sigh the memories :) man! 

 STAY COOL

Since I have most BL's as of number 6, with only a few missing in the early series, and I reread them every so many years, I did remember the story. 

Mase, great to see your well (and back in Oz).

 TC I am dieing(well ok i just want to know real bad)are you a guy or a girl? The reason I ask is then i know how to "read" the story if that makes any sense. I like to envision(?) the girls being tied when I read the stories.I also like stories where the girl does the tieing of the guy,or stories where the guy who is tied and gagged is found by the mom or a girl:) 

 MY fav though is guys tieing the girls. 
If you guys are over 18 LOL I know that at least two of us are,maybe 3 :)Anyways check out my FREE no ads web page,I have a couple of stories in my dreambook and some cool pics,MY site is just like in the Harmony tradition,love bondage. 

 I am trying to make it better,still working on it,its just about a month old.Give me some pointers as this is my very first attempt at a "real" web site,shoot I just figured out how to make a home page and link it to my site:) considering I know next to nothing about computers and am self taught,I "aint" doing to bad :) 
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 TC I am dieing(well ok i just want to know real bad)are you a guy or a girl? The reason I ask is then i know how to "read" the story if that makes any sense. I like to envision(?) the girls being tied when I read the stories.I also like stories where the girl does the tieing of the guy,or stories where the guy who is tied and gagged is found by the mom or a girl:) 

 MY fav though is guys tieing the girls. 
If you guys are over 18 LOL I know that at least two of us are,maybe 3 :)Anyways check out my FREE no ads web page,I have a couple of stories in my dreambook and some cool pics,MY site is just like in the Harmony tradition,love bondage. 

 I am trying to make it better,still working on it,its just about a month old.Give me some pointers as this is my very first attempt at a "real" web site,shoot I just figured out how to make a home page and link it to my site:) considering I know next to nothing about computers and am self taught,I "aint" doing to bad :) 
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 Lots of gold-medals to Sweden in Sydney 2000! 

HOWEVER there is stories her with what you want to read,just a little tough to find them,so I am here to help:) "cause evan though I am guy,with both share the same first name:) Tracey go to the archives on the side,and go all the wasy down to where is say(s) BOB and click that on and read the story "pay back" plus if you scrool up on THIS page you will find a cool story about 2 girls tieing and tickleing a guy and the mom finding the guy hog tied and gagged but did not untie him :) 

 Also I do have some storie of me being tied up and if you would lke I can post them :) Also in the archives there is a lot of guys geting tied gagged and tickled,also on this page there is a guy who can find stories for you his name is Adam :) 

hope you stay around for awhile:) FYI this site was created by a woman(well I am pretty sure:) ) 

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 One night Tonya came to my room and was just hanging out with me She did not drink at all,but I was pretty happy,well some how i talked her into letting me blindfold her,I then tied her wrist in front of her( I always have some rope "just in case") Be patient tracey I do get tied up,just setting the stage :).She said nothing, I pulled a rope in between her legs,she said nothing. 

 The bottom line she ended tied up gagged and blindfolded in my room. I then left her like that while I went to the corner store to get some more beer. I walked there, I don't think I was gone more than 15 minutes. As I came back she was still tied up,so I untied her and not really sure what to expect 

.We had a nice talk and all of a sudden, I wanted to be tied up and gagged. I was in my 20's and had never been tied up by a real women to my surprise she said yes.OMG my heart was pounding so hard.I wanted do do this right,so I went and took a quick shower,just in case :) 

 I wore jeans and a long sleeve shirt. I knocked on her door and she let me in. I handed her a roll of masking tape, and put my hands behind my back Tonya wrapped the tape very securely around my wrist. There was o turning back now.She gagged me by wrapping the tape all the way around my head(which I asked her to do) 

 She then taped my arms to my side,then did my knees and ankles the same way.I was so turned on,my heart was pounding a mile a minute,and she evan knew what to say as she "played" with me,teasing me that she should blindfold me,that I would not have liked.she then sat in a chair and watched tv for awhile.I think i was tied up and gagged for at least an hour 

When she finally did untie me she left the gag for last,bless her hart. After that we tied each other up a lot,I have some way cool stories to tell you of the other times she tied me up and the times she came home to find me already tied up and gagged 

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 Now all Tracey D was ask for some stories on what she( I assume) likes,so what if she posted evry day? 

 Also Jes, I went all the way to the top of the page,for this month,and did not see a post from you,so I do not think that gives you the right to tell other readers/posters what to do. Sure you have a right to your oppion,just like Tracey D. 

But again it does not give you the right to tell some one here,what to do,only Canuck has that right since it is HIS site. 

I am not ragging on you :) just staeing my oppion too :) Personely I like the stories the best where the girl gets tied up:) If you start to read the post and you see you dont likethe "theme" do what I do and skip over it :) 

 Okay everybody play "nicey nice(as Dice would say)Lets have MORE stories,after all that's why we are all here isnt it :)

 I grew up in a pretty rural community. Lost of space with plenty of woods to play in. I remember well the summer vacation of my fifteenth year and the "war: games that had become a tradition . As usual it was the boys against the girls. Even though by those mid teen years most girls no longer had the coodies the games were still an important part of our summer and a good excuse to have some tie up fun. 
 

It was the second week of vacation and the games were well underway. It was about 8 in the morning the weather was allready hot. Clad in the uniform of the day camio shorts t shirt and sneekers I sat off to meet my team members at our fort. I followed the road behind our house to the trail that ran deep into the woods. I walked for about a half mile alone when I heard rusteling sounds in the trees to my left. I stoped for a moment and saw nothing but a small trail to my right. I heard the rusteling again and turned to investigate. Just then I head a loud BANG!! From behind. It was the all to familliar sound of a cap gun that broke the morning silence. Before I could turn around they were on me. Three girl pounced out of the brush one triped me as the ther two pushed me to the ground. One of them sat on my legs while a second mussled off my pack. Just a quickely the third had my hands tied behind my back. A cloth gag was placed over my mouth and I was blindfolded. As I lay there bound face down in the dirt one girl took a hand full ofmy hair and pulled my head back. "OK now you are a POW we are going to march you out of here and if you give us any trouble you're dead!!" I was then hustled to my feet. A rope was tied around my waist that was used as a leash to guide me along the way. 
 

I don't remember exactely how long we walked but I do remember going through some pretty ruged terain as I was led blindfolded by my captors.Once we were in camp my blindfold was removed but my gag was left on. It was thenI realized that the three who had captured me were Carla , Blair, and Anna. Carla was 15 ,a tall slinky blond who contrary to popular opinion was really the brains of the operation. Bliar who was 14 had short brown hair and was a little on the chunkey side. Anna was also 14 nicely shaped as I remember with sholder length red hair and the blueist eyes I had ever seen. They led over to a big tree that had a rope hanging down from a long branch. Anna and Blair each took one arm and raised it over my head where they tied my arms together to the rope from above. From this vantage point I could see most of the camp. It was a good size clearing surounded by many tall trees. They had pitched a couple of small tents in the clearing and had set some makeshift folding tables and some stools. 
 

After about a half hour Carla came out of one tent with three other girls. I only knew one of them Amy a 15 year old cheerleader who I recall haveing a bit of a crush on. She was a fair skined blond dressed in tight jeans and tank top. The other two girls I dinn't know appeared to be somewhat younger. hey both had dark hair and resembled each other enough to be related. 
 

Amy walked over to me followed my the others. "Good work ladies" she said with a smerk as she looked me over. "Has he talked yet?" Amy asked. "No not yet " "Carla replyed, "Don't worry he WILL soon enough" Amy said through her teeth as she grabed a hand full of shirt and staired right into my face. 
 

By this time my arms were starting to get tired and I was generally uncomforrtable. "OK troops lets prepair the prisinor for interigation" Carla ordered. With that Amy literely tore my tee shirt off me as Amy and one of the other girls pulle off my sneakers and sox. They sliped a noose around each ankle and the two girls started to walk in oposate directions while holding the loose ends of their respective ankle nooses. When they stoped I was hanging with my arms above my head and my legs spread wide apart. I was in the shape of an inverted 'Y'. Then Carla spoke. "We want to know the location of your canp and the number of boys in the camp, and before you refuse remember we can split you like a wish bone" the other girls laughed as Ana and her helper each gave my legs alittle tug. "HAUMPHHHHH!!!!" was all I could manage from behind my gag. Thy all laughed again. "Hey wait"Amy said "Not so fast! 

How can he tell us anything with a gag in his mouth??" Now I was starting to like her even more!!."Who cares" Anna replyed "He's not ready to talk yet anyway!!" "NO not yet" blair agreed "besides we haven't tortured him yet!" HEY wait a minute!! I wanted to say!! What do you call hanging from a tree stretched like a rubber toy?? "Yeah lets torture him!!" Carla shouted "Yeah lets torture him!!" Amy chimed in. Pretty soon they all had a chant going "Torture himTorture Him" and for the first time this didn'tseem like a game any more. Ana used a couple of tent pegs to stake my legs wide open and with the two younger girls left a guards the others went off to plan my torture. 

I remember Amy and Carla walking in cirlces around me inspecting their handywork and chuckleing to each other. "So Carla what do you think the first torture should be" Amy matter of factly. " I don't know , why don't you choose since you are the one he has the crush on". They both chuckled I could feel myself blushing. Any circled me one more time wringing her hands. She then leaned down over me and gave me a good poke in the ribs. I grunted but I couldn't move. "I wonder if he's ticklish" Amy said asshe continued to probe my sides. It was useless to fight it Ibegan to laugh under my gag. "Oh good" said Carla as she called the others over. "Ok girls pick a spot and get to work seems our prisionr is ticklish!!" They all giggled as they hurried to gather torture impliments and take their places around my helpless body. Amy remained in charge of my sides as Carla took her place at my head in easy reach of my arm pits. Ana and Blair positioned themselves at my feet. At first they each stroked the bottoms of my feet with their fingers wich drove me totally wild.!! 
 

.After several minuets I was given a short rest while my tormentors regrouped. Then carla bent down by my head. She put her face right in mine saying "OK we are ready to ask you once WHERE IS YOUR FORT??"I am going to remove your gag and you had better answer!!" She removed the gag and I took a gulpof air. Before I could say a word she shouted "NOT THE RIGHT ANSWER!!" and stuffed the gag backin my mouth. ""Ummmmmm" was all I could say but I was ready to say a lot more. After a few seonds the torture resumed this time with Carla and Amy on my feet. Amy strumed my right sole with a little stone while Carla "flossed" my toes with the laces she took from my sneakers. I went totally crazy with laughter!! I laughed so hard my sides ached!!! After about a minute of this Ana appeared with a cooler. She straddled me sitting on my hips . She had the look of the devil in her eyes. Then with one hand she reached in the cooler and tookout a piece of ice. She began to rub the ice over my chest paying special atention to my nipples. It was the strangest thing I had ever felt!! Cold and almost hot at the same time. It sentshivers through my body that were hardely destracted by the continued tickle torture on my feet. 
 

This torture combination continued for hours!! (about ten minuets in reality) . Ana finally riped off my gag and yelled " TALK!!" I was laughing crying and screeming all at the sametime. My three tormentors paused for a few seconds, Just long enough for meget blert out enough to get their atention. Carla draged the shoelace between my toes a few more times to motivate me to continue my confession. I spilled it all. I mean everything includeing my mothers cookie recipe! Satisfyed with my confession Ana got off my chest and the others stood up and walked away. 
 

I saw them all in a huddle forseveral minuets. When it finally broke the six of them walked over to me.Carla spoke"OK heres the deal Blair and I are going to go varify your information. In the meantime Ana and Amy are going to stay here and torture you some more. you know just for fun." If everything checks out you will be let go when we get back." When I began to protest thegag was put back in my mouth . 
 

After Blair and Carla left Ana and Amy came back over tome. This time they had the two younger girls with them.(They turned out to be Annas younger cousins Cathy 11 and Clair12). Ana explained that theyhad never tortured anyone before and she wantedtogive themsomeon the job experience. She thenputthemto work tickling my feet. I was given a five min breather every fifteen minuets until Carla and Blair returned and I was released. 
IT WAS A LONG HOT SUMMER!! 

 Please post some more!

 I've noticed a lot of requests for partners on this page and thats not what it is all about. God only knows, having been without a truly willing partner for so long, I understand how you feel about wanting to be tied up (or vice versa!) 

 However, there ARE sites that cater for personal and fetish introductions; perhaps you could try those? 

 Having said that, can I also say; PLEASE be careful! There are a lot of sexual weirdos and perverts out there who love to prey on "desperate" types. Yah, I'm not trying to scare you off; I have made some wonderful friends through this page and on Bob's chat so obviously not everybody is bad. 

 Just be careful, is all I say 

 While I was living in the house with my Mom and little sister, and still across the street from Craig and his Dad, I was getting ready to enter the 9th grade. It was just one or two days after school was let out. My little sister went off to church camp, and my Mother went to work. I had just woken up when I heard a tap on the window. It was a friend of mine from Church, who was a year older then me. She was going to the high school a block from my house where I was still at the junior high school. She had to go to school to sign up for fall classes and decided to come and visit me. She told me she rang the door bell, but no one answered. I explained that it was 8:30 in the morning and some of us still sleep late during summer vacation. 

 I realized that I was talking through my window and I was shirtless with a pair of khaki pants on. I pulled on a shirt and went to the front door to let her in. She was about six inches taller than me and she was wearing a tight short sleeve shirt (I believe it was a 1/4 sleeve shirt that exposed her arms very well). She was wearing white shorts that were very short and she had very nice legs. I noticed she was quite flirty today, and she went into my living room, sat down on a bean bag chair in the living room, and started to watch TV. I went in and made some toast for breakfast and watched the morning shows. At this time, she started to rummage through some laundry on the couch and was teasing me about the contents. She then pulled out a leather belt and started to tease me with it. I then grabbed the belt, then pulled her arms behind her. It was a weaved belt, so I pulled it very tight and latched it. This of course made her ample bosom speak loudly. She of course, being taller than me and probably stronger (she was in good shape), she could have stopped me tying her at any time. But, she decided to let me tie her. I wrapped the rest of the belt through her white shorts belt loop and tied it off. She now couldn't get any leverage to free her wrists. I then took another leather belt and looped it around her neck. 

I pulled her with me towards the basement. Like my neighbor across the street, I had a great basement and I am sure that I could do a lot of great things to her down there. She was laughing all the way down the stairs, as I was careful to not move to fast or she would fall. I led her to one of the support poles. I looped my belt around the pool and fastened her to the pole by the neck. I then grabbed her legs and gently slid her to the ground, so she was now sitting down. I looked around for something to tie her up with. I soon found some heavy gauge electric wire. I looped it around her ankles twice, then like a "twist tie", wound it up. I then unfastened her neck and pushed her over to untie her wrists. As soon as I did this, I pulled her hands behind her again and used another long piece of wire to fasten her hands behind her back and around the pole. I smiled as I stood up. She was now helpless. She looked up at me and she gave me a wicked smile as she tried to free herself. I then took my time with more wire, wrapping it around her upper body, below and above her breasts, then used more wire on her calfs, thighs and upper thighs. 

If anyone who has not been tied up in this stiff wire, it does not slide off once it has been fastened. After a few minutes and some good puffing and groaning, she then told me as she was laughing that she could not get out. I then licked my finger and told her that since she couldn't get free, that I get to tie her up again. So, I unwound the wire from her body, arms and legs. I rebound her hands in front of her. I refastened a piece around her neck and pulled her to the work bench. The workbench had a backing of that cheap wood with many holes in it for placing tools and shelves on the other side. I then spread her legs, and pulled smaller pieces of wire through the holes and fastend her ankles to the wood. Now, this took time, but I eventually tied wire to her legs below and above the knees and carefully her upper thighs just below where her shirt ended. I then untied her hands, took a chair and bound her wrists tightly to the wood. I then took two more pieces and tied her forearms just above the armpits. I looped more wire around her upper body. I told her I was finished. She could only move her toes and her fingers. That was all. With incredible boldness, I then took her head and gave her the sweetest kiss (and one of the first) to her lips that I at the age of 14 could give her. She didn't say a thing. But, she smiled and then started to struggle. It was hopeless. I stood back and marvled at her great beauty. I was glad that she had short brown hair because it didn't cover up her muscular and beautiful upper arms. Her legs were totally tied tight, and soon she hung her head down in surrender. 

She then asked me, with bowed head, what I was going to do with her next. I told her that it was nearly lunch time, and I thought we should go upstairs and eat lunch. She looked at me, sweating from her straining, smiled and said that was a good idea. I untied her and after a few minutes of stretching after being tied for nearly three hours, we went back upstairs and ate lunch. I never tied her up again and we never kissed again either. But it was a fine memory..........

Thanks. 

The Midnight Writer

 I hope you write more.I will try and post some stories today,it has been awhile since I have,been to busy reading all the other posts :) 
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 Her name was Cathy, and she was in choir with me in Junior High. It was summer of 1978, and I was going into the 10th grade. We were just getting ready to start Senior High. Cathy was another tall girl, who had the "small town girl" look. She was not perfect, but she had the best personality. It turns out that she had broken her leg just before the 9th grade spring dance, and I was the only one who would dance with her. well, she wore me out broken leg and all! 

One summer day, I had just eaten breakfast when the phone rang and it was Cathy! She wanted to know how I was doing and if I wanted to get together that day. I said sure, and we rode bikes (I was not ready to drive yet), ate lunch out and then came back to my house. We had just moved a few weeks ago to a smaller house, and there were boxes and string laying around everywhere. She turned on the TV and layed down on her stomach watching some show. I naturally, could not resist and pulled some of the string from the boxes and bound her hands behind her. She did not resist. I then wrapped more string around her legs. She was wearing short shorts, and had very nice muscular legs. I then pulled her legs up behind her and fastened them to her wrists. She then tried to sit up. She then sat up, her legs underneath her on the edge of the couch. She then watched the rest of her show bound like that. After another hour, she looked at me and held her hands out. I untied her slowly (especially with her legs) and then we went back outside to ride bikes. 

I saw Cathy the rest of my high school years, but really never got together much after that. She was a good friend though.