On the Thursday of the final week of my stay, Karen and I decided to play a tie-up game. It was a spur of the moment deal. We were hanging out at Karen's house when who should walk by but Becca. I happened to be holding a water pistol, and when I saw her coming down the street, I abruptly pointed it at Becca, who smiled at me and held her hands up. 

"Quick, get her inside!" Karen said excitedly.

But Becca explained that she was actually on an errand to the store for her mother. "Hold that thought," Becca said, as she pointed at my water pistol. "You can abduct me when I'm done."

That sounded pretty cool to us, so Karen and I plotted what terrible things we were going to do to Becca once she returned. George came over and asked what we were doing. When we told him, he promptly sat down next to me on the steps to wait right along with us. Karen and I exchanged a sly glance at how the little guy invited himself to our kidnapping party. 

We had a laugh when Becca came back from the store carrying a bag. I ran back out to the sidewalk, held my water pistol at her, and maniacally shouted, "NOW I've got you!"

"No, no, no!" Becca cried as she waved me away. "Not now! I've got to bring this home! Look, wait ten minutes, then come get me at my house, ok?"

"Oh, ok," I replied. I strolled back to Karen and George and told them that Becca wanted to be abducted at her house. This ticked off Karen, because, after all, just who were the captors here, Becca or us? Nevertheless, we waited five minutes (Karen didn't want to wait the whole ten minutes), then ran off to Becca's house. 

Becca's mom was in the kitchen. She told us that her kiddies were downstairs (I thought it was screamingly funny that she would point out her kids for us to abduct them). We found Becca and Jim in their basement rec room. Karen and I promptly held our water pistols at them and told the siblings that they were our captives. 

Jim, who was barefoot, shirtless, and clad in a pair of jeans, sat cross-legged on the floor reading a comic that I lent him. He gave Becca this disgusted look, as if to say "so this is what you were up to!" He told me later that Becca had merely walked into the rec room, sat down next to him on the floor, and started reading a magazine. She knew all along that we would burst in at any time and take her captive, but she neglected to tell her brother this. 

Becca had changed from her previous outfit of jeans, a T-shirt and sneakers into a pair of cotton short shorts and a tank top. Like her brother, she was also bare foot. 

We gave George a pistol to cover our captives while we tied them up. To my surprise, Karen immediately started tying Becca's wrists together behind her back. So I was left with binding Jim. I knelt down behind him while he still sat cross-legged on the floor and bound his wrist together behind his back. While I did this, Jim glanced up at George and jokingly said, "You're gonna untie Becca and me later, right?"

George stared at him with this shocked expression, as if to say How dare you even suggest such an awful thing?!

Karen bound Becca's hands behind her back, then stood up and gave me an annoyed look. It turned out that Karen was still a little peeved at having to come over to Becca's house because she wanted it that way. Karen wanted to move the game back to her house by bringing the captives over there with us. But here was the catch: she wanted to walk Becca and Jim up the street with their hands still tied behind their backs!

"Fine," Becca replied casually. "But if you make us do this, then I get to do whatever I want to you guys when we're the captors."

"Agreed!" Karen said, then she promptly gagged Becca. 

But Jim looked a little nervous. He very quickly begged to be released--and I immediately freed his wrists. Karen called him a wimp, but I didn't blame him one bit. We had always played our games in privacy of houses and back yards, and the very thought of being paraded up the street while tied made me jittery as well. I wondered if Karen knew what kind of door she was opening with this idea of hers (as it turned out, both Karen and I would suffer for this when Becca would later extract her revenge on us).

After sneaking up the basement steps and out the side door (thankfully, Becca's mom wasn't in the kitchen at the time), we all went over to Karen's house--Karen, George, Jim and myself--and we had Becca walking out in front of us with her hands bound together behind her back and her mouth covered with duct tape. If Becca was bothered at being bound and gagged in public, she certainly didn't show it. In fact, Becca casually strutted down that street as if being bound and gagged was the most normal thing in the world. 

When we passed my Aunt Jean's house, Donna and Shirley were out front, and they both did a hysterically funny double take once they saw our golden-hair captive. Shirley wore a skirt with a blouse while Donna was clad in cut off shorts with a short sleeved shirt. They were both barefoot. My cousins ran up to us and peppered us with such questions and comments as "Whose idea was this?" and "Are you crazy, Becca?" (to which Becca replied with a solemn nod of her head). We kept glancing up and down the street, but other than Donna and Shirley, nobody else on the block was out at that moment. 

Needless to say, Donna and Shirley came along with us (although when I offered to bind them right there in the street like Becca, my cousins both shook their heads). When we got to Karen's, we led Becca into the guest bedroom, where I helped her to lay face down on the bed. I then bound her bare feet together with rope while Donna, Shirley and Karen all squawked like a bunch of magpies about what had just happened. 

Jim stood shyly against the wall and watched me bind his older sister. "If you want to tie me up again, you can," Jim said, as he shrugged his bare shoulders. "But only if you want to."

I was going to tie him again, but before I could even answer, Jim faced a verbal barrage from the girls, who accused him of being chicken for not going outside while tied. Jim shot back (and rightfully so) that Donna and Shirley didn't appear to be too eager to go outside while tied, either. Donna then threw down the gauntlet: she would go outside with her hands tied behind her back. Shirley abruptly said that she, too, would go outside with her hands tied, as well. Donna promptly ordered me to bind Jim's hands behind his back. I did, while Karen tied my cousins, and then they all played a bizarre game of chicken where each bound person would run out of the house and back inside with their hands tied behind their backs. They would dare each other to run further into the street, then a little further up the street, before running back inside. 

I remember being very annoyed at the abrupt turn this game had taken. Now that we were in a house without adults, all I wanted was to tie up whoever wanted to be tied up (as well as being tied up myself) and just enjoy a regular game like we always did. While the others continued this weird game that was straight out of the Bondage Olympics, I slipped away to the bedroom and glanced down at poor Becca, who was all but forgotten. She glanced up at me with a hysterically funny Do you believe this? look on her face. I sat down on the bed and proceeded to tickle poor, bound Becca. When I tickled her sides, Becca let out this high-pitched squeal under her gag, and glared at me in mock anger. When I held out my hands as if to tickle her again, Becca shook her head with a muffled whimper as she tried to writhe away. But my wiggling fingers found their target, and she flailed around on the bed as I tickled up and down her sides. Her mad giggling was infectious, and I started laughing along with her.

Becca was able to roll over on her back and pull her bound legs up to her chest, as if to protect herself from my tickling. But that didn't really help, because I then started tickling the soles of her bare feet. This caused her to let out a shrill scream as she fell over on her side and lay still with her eyes closed. She lay there quietly, playing possum like that, until Karen ran in at that point and said, "What the hell are you doing to her?"

Through the doorway, I saw Jim, Donna and Shirley all laughing and giggling while they stood with their backs facing each other. They were trying to untie each other at the same time but there was a little bit of tickling and pinching going on--such as when Donna suddenly flinched and shouted, "Stop it, Jim!"

"It wasn't me!" Jim protested. 

"Don't look at me!" Shirley screeched. And so on. 

I got caught up in the giddiness of the moment, and tried to tickle Karen's stomach. She recoiled in mock horror, then grabbed a water pistol and pointed it at me. When I held up my hands in surrender, Karen ordered me to lie down on my stomach across the foot of the bed. I did this, and Karen grabbed some rope, straddled me, and bound my hands behind my back. (For those keeping score, I was barefoot, clad in jeans and a T-shirt). 

At this point, George ran into the room, being chased by Donna, Shirley and Jim, who were all trying to get the little guy to untie them first. They literally cornered poor George and all shouted at him at the same time. Donna: "George, I'm your big sister, so untie me right now!" Jim: "George, I've always taken good care of you, right? Now you take care of me!" Shirley: "Untie me, you little @#&%!"

George just put his hands over his ears and shook his head at all of them. He still had a broad smile on his face despite being caught up in this three ringed circus. 

Karen completely ignored this insanity while she lovingly bound me hand and foot. She then rolled me on my back--then straddled me again--so she could plaster my mouth shut with several yards of tape. 

Shirley saw this, and started complaining about why Karen tied me up without making me run outside like everybody else. Karen's answer was to climb off me and tackle Shirley to the floor. Karen bound Shirley's ankles together. Shirley fought her every step of the way, so it was a real wrestling match, with a lot of struggling and writhing. But with her hands already tied behind her back, Shirley didn't stand a chance. 

Donna and Jim saw this new development and exchanged a look that said Uh-oh! They both tried to make a discreet exit, but George abruptly reached out, grabbed their bound hands, and dug in his heels. Donna and Jim then tried to convince George to let them go. But he shook his head with a smile. 

Once Karen had Shirley securely bound and gagged on the floor, she turned her attention to Donna and Jim. With George's help (he slapped Donna on the back of her knees to make her get on the floor; this resulted in one of the rare moments when I actually heard Donna curse!) they were soon writhing around on the floor, bound and gagged like the rest of us.

Karen, who was barefoot, and clad in denim overalls with a red T-shirt (she looked like she was ready to paint a house) gave us a little curtsy. Then she took George in hand and led him out of the room. 

Those of us who were bound and gagged (and that was just about everybody) lay there for a while. I lay across the foot of the bed, with Becca's bound bare feet pointed at me. I watched as Becca raised her feet up in the air, while keeping her legs perfectly straight. Then, once she dropped her feet back onto the bed, Becca used her legs as a counter weight so that she could effortlessly sit up. She wiggled her eyebrows at me as she squirmed and writhed into position right next to my bound body. All I had to do was roll over on my side, and my bound hands were easily within reach of her own. 

Becca went to work on picking the knot that bound my wrists, so all I had to do was lay there and wait. I watched Shirley writhing and struggling around on the floor. She was basically doing the same thing that Becca did, by trying to get into position behind Donna and untie her sister's knots. But with all of her struggling, Shirley's skirt started riding up on her--until Donna and Jim both started laughing under their gags. Shirley stared with wide eyes over her gag at the fact that her underwear was now in plain view.

Becca got my knots loose, and I pulled my hands free. I removed my tape gag, and--leaving my feet tied for now--rolled over to untie Becca's hands. 

Once Becca's wrists were free, I finally untied my feet. Just as I did, Karen came back into the room. She started to say something until she saw Becca and me untying ourselves. Karen then spun around and started to run out of the room. I got off the bed like a shot and tackled her from behind. I half dragged-half wrestled a wildly giggling Karen back into the guest room.

Becca, now free of her bonds, got off the bed and did a double take at Shirley on the floor. "Hey, Shirley," Becca said, as she gave the 'thumbs up' sign, "nice underwear!"

Shirley let out a muffled groan as she tried to pull her skirt back down with her bound hands. Donna tried to help her sister in an attempt to grab the hem of Shirley's skirt with her toes. 

As soon as I deposited Karen on the bed, Becca grabbed Karen's shirt--then she surprised me by grabbing my shirt as well. "You two," she said simply, "are mine!"

Becca's wild-eyed proclamation of vengeance was premature, for Karen's elderly neighbor--who served as her caretaker while her parents worked--chose that moment to enter the house. Karen and Becca quickly ran outside to run cover for George and I while we untied the others. In retrospect, I find it very funny that we tried so hard to hide the fact that we were playing a tie-up game--especially when I consider that just a half an hour before, Donna, Jim and Shirley were parading up and down in front of Karen's house with their hands tied behind their backs!

Becca never did her revenge in a small manner; Karen and I would soon find ourselves in for a very interesting evening as her captives. That story--the last one from the Summer of '77--will be next. As always, thanks for reading. 

 (where were the inflatable roos this time?)

 G'day Athens!

 We've just had the best Games ever. (must be; Samaranch said so)

 The Paralympics are coming soon....

 But what about the Bondage Olympics? (proudly sponsored by Harmony)

 How about this for an event? EQUESTRIAN. Instead of having riders prancing around some course or other, I suggest we alter the format....

 A lovely maiden (Lorelei?) is sent out on the course, she has 5 minutes to flee before the competitor is sent out on his horse to capture and bring her back. Winner is the guy who captures, ties and gags the girl in the fastest time. It would be a true test of riding and tying skill

 Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi

 BTW Good on yer, Cameroons, you deserved to win, (the football) ya absolute legends.

 Man this site is over #yrs old( i think) check out the archives,very good stuff:) I will sharelatter,just wanted to voice my HO :)

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Upon leaving Sara's cottage awhile ago, something happened at our high school. Sara and Megan got in a fight with some other girls at my school, named Serena and her best friend Krystal. Sara and Megan were friends with them too, but something had gone wrong, so at the end of the school day in front of the school, they all got in a verbal onslaught. Matt and I watched, as Megan was told that she was a lezbo, and a few other things I wish not to repeat. Megan is a girl who stands for her rights and nothing stand in her way. NOTHING.

 Krystal had gone WAY too far, and Megan decked her across the face. Megan was wailing because her punch had hurt her soft knuckles. She came to me, and I put a soaked bandana on her hand. Sara was laughing like crazy, and she wouldn't stop. Serena was utterly shocked, just standing there with her bellbottoms and ponytail blowing in the wind, with her hands cupped closed over her mouth. Krystal was near to tears, and Matt was just going mad (it had been a long time before we had seen a catfight as good as this!)

 The next day, Megan wore a mini-skirt with a gap sweater, her long black hair down. Sara, who is comepletely impervious to cold, wore a t-shirt and tiht jean shorts. They talked to Matt and I, practically beggin us to teach us how to tie. They wanted to know the ropes, you see, for a prank on Serena and Krystal. As of today, I don't know what the heck they have got planned but I will fill y'all in when I get da chance. Later DRAGON

As far as the others writing tales from their POV, I've encouraged them to do so, but so far they appear satisfied with keeping me as "the teller of the tales", so to speak. But if any of the others would like to post their own experiences here, I would love to read them, too.

We were in the planning stages of telling a story--written by me--in which I didn't participate in; this was George's very first tie up game as both a captor and captive. But we have to get together, either in person or via e-mail, to hash what what actually happened (since I wasn't involved, it's not included in my journal). Once we get this set up, I'll write it up and post it. 

 The summer before, some friends from school and church went camping, and we bragged a bit about things including, being escape artists. I had bragged that I could usually get out of any knot, but deep down, I knew it was false bravado. I knew from personal experience that if tied right, one could not escape from rope, chain or tape. 

Well, this particular summer I needed a ride to where my other friends and their fathers were. From my house, it was almost a five or six hour drive. The rest of my friends had left the night before, but do to a scheduling conflict, I couldn't go with them. The only person who could take me to the camping area was Bob. 

Bob was the kind of guy who nobody ever liked. He had a whinny voice, and a "George Bush" sneer that irritated a lot of people. And he always seemed to go on our camping trips. In fact, most of the time, he invited himself a long. Otherwise, it was not me who would ask him. He was a little guy, and I being 5'9, towered over him. The funny thing was that he was a few years older than me (I think he was 20). But, he owned a pickup truck and he was going, so I decided to haul up the interstate in his camper truck.

 The camper truck was a fad of the 1970's. This is where pickup trucks had a "camper" on the bed. It was about 6 feet high and it topped over the cab (usually where the bed was). No one knew how he aquired it, but there it was. 

My Mother dropped me off the KMart which was about half way between Bob's house and mine. Sure enough, he was there. I kissed my Mom goodbye and grabbed my gear. My Mother drove away and Bob told me to stow my pack in the back. I went to the back of the truck. The camper was actually quite clean inside, with some gear hanging from the walls. At the back against the cab of the truck was a small table for two. And, right in the middle was a wooden ladder that was attached to the floor. This ladder went up to the bed and in fact, reminded me of my old bunk bed ladder when I was younger.

 As I shut the door with my gear in the truck, I went to the front passanger side and found that Bob had stored a ton of gear where I was going to sit. There was no room for me.

 "Bob," I said. "There is no where to sit." 

"I know. You have to sit in the camper in the back. Sorry." 

"Bob, I am not going to sit in the camper in the back. It's a five hour drive! And it's warm out, and I am sure it will be bumpy back there!" I was clearly irritated. 

He sighed. "Well, I guess you don't have to go. You should have gotten a ride with someone else."

 "I couldn't get a ride. The others left last night.", I told him. "You couldn't force me to ride back there. Now clear your gear and let's go!"

 Bob looked thoughtful. "You mean, I couldn't force you back there?" I wasn't following this at first. "Rememember last year? When you said you were an escape artist? What if I tie you up back there and see if you can escape. If you do, then I will let you ride up front!"

 "That isn't the point. I'm not going to be tied up back there! Let's just go?"

 "Do you mean to tell me that you think you can't escape? You and the others were bragging about it last year! So, put your money where your mouth is!"

 Now, I do like to be tied up. I just wasn't sure this was the time or place. But, I decided that I should be able to escape from his ropes and so I agreed. I was dressed pertty well for it. I had on my swimming trunks and a tank top.

 He led me back to the tail gate and opened the door. "Now, here are the rules.", he said. "I get to tie you anyway I want. You can try to escape anyway you want. But, if you don't escape, then you have to stay back here the entire trip. If you escape, then you can ride up front. If you get thirsty or whatever, I will stop. OK?"

 I agreed again. I will never forget how he tied me. First, he told me to make a fist like I am flexing my muscles in my arms. I did so. He took a piece of rope, and tied a loop around my wrist and my upper arm. He then pulled it tight until my fist was nearly touching my upper arm. He then proceeded to wrap the arm up several times and cinched it out of reach. He did the same to my other arm, wrapping it and pulling the ropes tight.

 As he reached for more rope, I tested my bonds a little. There was no moving them, and I couldn't move my arms very much around my body. I certainly coudn't unbend them. He had another piece of rope now. It was pretty long. He led me to the ladder and quietly went to work. He pulled my arms over my head (tied as the were) and pulled them through one of the tope rings of the ladder. Bob then tied my wrists together palm to palm, fastening my once separate arms together behind my head and through the rung of the ladder. He then wrapped it twice around the another wooden rung, then tied one knot there. He then wrapped the rest of it around another rung, then up to a hook in the ceiling. I was now fastened to the ladder, my wrists behind my head and rope pinning my wrists to each upper arm. 

He laughed now, realizing that he had me. He then took my ankle, and looped it several times. He then pulled it over to the table leg and fastened it there. He tied my other ankle, and spread my legs a good deal and tied that ankle to the other table leg. He roped up my thighs to the ladder as they met the beam that held the ladder together on each side. My legs were now spread eagled. He then took another long piece of rope and tied my midsection to the ladder. I remember those ropes because they hindered me from breathing too heavily (like a tight belt on the waist).

 At this point, I began to wonder if Bob didn't just set me up. This was too well prepared for any "off the cuff" idea. But it was too late now. 

"Well, just two more things to do" He took an old rag and tied it around my eyes. As I was going to speak in protest, he then took what I later found out to be electrical tape, and he started to wrap the tape around my open mouth. He used the entire roll. It was like a clef gag, but the whole roll nearly filled my whole mouth and I couldn't move it away from my mouth because it was so tight. I was unable to say anything but a few muffled groans.

 "OK. that is it. You're tied. As soon as the truck pulls away, you can start to struggle. I have kept the window shades down so no one will see you, but I have opened up the vents so you have air." Then he opened the door. And I heard him say: "Sucker!"

 At that, I started to struggle, for he confirmed that he took my own hobby and tied me fast to the ladder. 

 I will be writing the next segment as soon as I can! It gets even more interesting! 

 Please continue!

One day at school it was boring as usual and I was just sitting in math class dangling my show with my toes when the bell rang. Finally, school was out and I was going bowling with a group of my friends. Now, this was more of a social event rather then bowling but we go anyways.

When I got there I met up with my friends: Kyle, Ty, Jenny, Maggie, and Stefen. They were all the same ages as me, and ready to have fun! After 3 hours of goofing off, Ty and Stefen had to leave. Kyle, Jenny, Maggie and I stayed for about 30 more minutes and then decided to go to Kyles house since his parents weren't home and we could goof off. 

When we got to Kyles', Maggie Jenny and I just sat and watch T.V. adn Kyle went to get some drinks, or so we thought....

Jenny then exused herself for the bathroom, and Maggie used the 1 upstairs. That left me alon in the livingroom. About 30 seconds later, I felt breathing on my neck. I turned around to see what it was, but was attacted by a sock being choved into my mouth, followed by a few strips of duct tape to seal the gag. I started mphhing like crazy and soon got tired. I was then pushed onto my stomach and had my wrists bound together by some soft rope. I then felt my elbows being bruoht together by the same rope..........oops, I got to go no. Post if you want the rest, and I'll finish it. 

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One day I went over to ask if he wanted to play some b- ball, but his sister answered the door and said he wasn't home. She offered me to come inside and hang out. In my opinion i thought she was hot, but im not sure if my friends thought that. Anyway, I walk in and we watch some tv and get a little bored. She sat next to me on the couch, holding the remote. She was wearing short jean shorts and a white stretchy top. She layed down on the couch and put her feet on my lap. She umm...well..lets just say she did certain things with her feet to make me..stimulated. I looked over at her and she had a mischievious grin on her face.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Does it bother you?" she replied.

"No, I just didn't think u'd..." i said.

"Oh, c'mon! We're alone in here for a while so why not have a little fun? You do like having fun..right?"

"Yea, I love fun."

"How much fun?"

I had already been away of my bondage fetish since i could remember. I had always tied myself up with something or another when i was a kid. I sensed she was hinting towards some kind of foreplay or a kinky game of some sorts.

"I like to have a lot of fun," I told her.

"You know what would be really fun?" she asked.

"What?"
 
 

"What here and I'll show you. Ummm...do you like pantyhose?"

The question stunned me because i had always been attracted to girls wearing hoes and tights. I decided to conceal it a littler bit, not wanting to act like a fool and ruin whatever she wanted to do.

"I guess," I answered.

She walked downstairs to her room. She was down there for quite a while. 15 minutes, i think. The anticipation of the unknown was driving me crazy. Finally, she came back with two plastic sacks...but she had put on a pair of tan pantyhose under her shorts so her legs glistened in the light. I immediatly began to get aroused. I fidgeted when she came back and she noticed.

"Where is everyone?" I blurted out.

"As you know, i have a single mom and she works full time. My brother went to stay with my dad for the weekend, but i said no...i don't like my dad too much," she said.

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok. We can get it out of our minds by playing this little game. Did u and ur sister ever play cops and robbers or anything where u tied each other up? Well, my brother and i used to, but we stopped after a while...but when i saw u, a boy not being my brother, was going to be able to stay a while...i couldn't resist the posibility of playing some games. If u don't want to, u can leave," she spoke.

"It's ok, im interested," i replied.

"Good. Before we begin, i just wanna say anything goes except taking off clothes and penetration. ok?"

"Ok."

I credited myself for hiding my secret fetish from her. I didn't wanna make it sound like i was too anxious or anything. She put one of the sacks somewhere, i forgot where, and gave me the other one. Inside were some rope, duct tape, and strangly enough...more pantyhose. I guessed this was her 'tie up bag'. I had a similar arrangment in my room, except i had figured out a way to enable fake metal handcuffs into real ones by disabling the safety mechanism. Back to the story. She shut the blinds for privacy and sat down between my legs, putting her hands behind her back. I guess this was my turn. I took the duct tape and wrapped it seven times around her wrists. I took another long strip and formed a 'cinch'. I did the same for her elbows. There wasn't too much rope in the bag, so I improvised with the tape. I repeated the process with her elbows. I took more and went above and below her large breasts. (To me she had a great body and marvelous looks...im not sure what other people would think, but thats how i saw her..plus, she was a nice person)I gently placed her on the floor and tied more around her torso and wrists. then i did the same to her feet and above the knees. 

After a bit of struggling, she said, "It looks like you know a little more about tieing than you said."

"Let's just say my sister and i used to 'bundle the ropes'."

"No fair."

"Yes, fair."

She gave a playful pout and kept struggling. I layed down beside her and watched her go at it. I especially looked at her pantyhosed leggs. I had never had a girl wear hoes like this and never had a girl who wanted to be tied in them. I had come to the conclusion that all woman hated pantyhose.

"You can touch them you know..its not like i'm going to stop you," she said.

I extended my hand, but she moved her legs closer. She must have been hiding this for a long time because she sure wanted to it. I put my right hand on her thigh in the nylons. It was a rush! My heart was pounding faster and faster. Her legs felt so different, so erotic, so sexy. I had the biggest hard on in my life and was worried about capping it. I bent down and began kissing her thighs and rubbing them against my cheak. She just gave little moans and continued struggling, with her eyes closed. I continued and moved my way up and down her legs three times. I decided she had had enough and started to untie her feet when I had an idea. I lightly brushed my hand against her thighs and she shivered and goosebumped. I did again to both legs over and over until she moved around uncontrolably. This spawned more ideas as I ran my finger up to her belly. I lightly scratched and rubbed it and she began to laugh. I tickled her sides and she squealed with delight. I did that for about 5 minutes and cut her free.

"Ok, your turn," she said as she pulled out the other sac. She took out something that i last expected her to pull out...

One day I went over to ask if he wanted to play some b- ball, but his sister answered the door and said he wasn't home. She offered me to come inside and hang out. In my opinion i thought she was hot, but im not sure if my friends thought that. Anyway, I walk in and we watch some tv and get a little bored. She sat next to me on the couch, holding the remote. She was wearing short jean shorts and a white stretchy top. She layed down on the couch and put her feet on my lap. She umm...well..lets just say she did certain things with her feet to make me..stimulated. I looked over at her and she had a mischievious grin on her face.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Does it bother you?" she replied.

"No, I just didn't think u'd..." i said.

"Oh, c'mon! We're alone in here for a while so why not have a little fun? You do like having fun..right?"

"Yea, I love fun."

"How much fun?"

I had already been away of my bondage fetish since i could remember. I had always tied myself up with something or another when i was a kid. I sensed she was hinting towards some kind of foreplay or a kinky game of some sorts.

"I like to have a lot of fun," I told her.

"You know what would be really fun?" she asked.

"What?"
 
 

"What here and I'll show you. Ummm...do you like pantyhose?"

The question stunned me because i had always been attracted to girls wearing hoes and tights. I decided to conceal it a littler bit, not wanting to act like a fool and ruin whatever she wanted to do.

"I guess," I answered.

She walked downstairs to her room. She was down there for quite a while. 15 minutes, i think. The anticipation of the unknown was driving me crazy. Finally, she came back with two plastic sacks...but she had put on a pair of tan pantyhose under her shorts so her legs glistened in the light. I immediatly began to get aroused. I fidgeted when she came back and she noticed.

"Where is everyone?" I blurted out.

"As you know, i have a single mom and she works full time. My brother went to stay with my dad for the weekend, but i said no...i don't like my dad too much," she said.

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok. We can get it out of our minds by playing this little game. Did u and ur sister ever play cops and robbers or anything where u tied each other up? Well, my brother and i used to, but we stopped after a while...but when i saw u, a boy not being my brother, was going to be able to stay a while...i couldn't resist the posibility of playing some games. If u don't want to, u can leave," she spoke.

"It's ok, im interested," i replied.

"Good. Before we begin, i just wanna say anything goes except taking off clothes and penetration. ok?"

"Ok."

I credited myself for hiding my secret fetish from her. I didn't wanna make it sound like i was too anxious or anything. She put one of the sacks somewhere, i forgot where, and gave me the other one. Inside were some rope, duct tape, and strangly enough...more pantyhose. I guessed this was her 'tie up bag'. I had a similar arrangment in my room, except i had figured out a way to enable fake metal handcuffs into real ones by disabling the safety mechanism. Back to the story. She shut the blinds for privacy and sat down between my legs, putting her hands behind her back. I guess this was my turn. I took the duct tape and wrapped it seven times around her wrists. I took another long strip and formed a 'cinch'. I did the same for her elbows. There wasn't too much rope in the bag, so I improvised with the tape. I repeated the process with her elbows. I took more and went above and below her large breasts. (To me she had a great body and marvelous looks...im not sure what other people would think, but thats how i saw her..plus, she was a nice person)I gently placed her on the floor and tied more around her torso and wrists. then i did the same to her feet and above the knees. 

After a bit of struggling, she said, "It looks like you know a little more about tieing than you said."

"Let's just say my sister and i used to 'bundle the ropes'."

"No fair."

"Yes, fair."

She gave a playful pout and kept struggling. I layed down beside her and watched her go at it. I especially looked at her pantyhosed leggs. I had never had a girl wear hoes like this and never had a girl who wanted to be tied in them. I had come to the conclusion that all woman hated pantyhose.

"You can touch them you know..its not like i'm going to stop you," she said.

I extended my hand, but she moved her legs closer. She must have been hiding this for a long time because she sure wanted to it. I put my right hand on her thigh in the nylons. It was a rush! My heart was pounding faster and faster. Her legs felt so different, so erotic, so sexy. I had the biggest hard on in my life and was worried about capping it. I bent down and began kissing her thighs and rubbing them against my cheak. She just gave little moans and continued struggling, with her eyes closed. I continued and moved my way up and down her legs three times. I decided she had had enough and started to untie her feet when I had an idea. I lightly brushed my hand against her thighs and she shivered and goosebumped. I did again to both legs over and over until she moved around uncontrolably. This spawned more ideas as I ran my finger up to her belly. I lightly scratched and rubbed it and she began to laugh. I tickled her sides and she squealed with delight. I did that for about 5 minutes and cut her free.

"Ok, your turn," she said as she pulled out the other sac. She took out something that i last expected her to pull out...

"Could u put this on?" she asked with a sweet voice and smile...could u say no?

I agree it was a bit strange and I almost considered leaving. My curiosity and her sweet innocence over came me and five minutes later i found myself wearing the same thing she was wearing. The nylons felt different and i found myself almost liking them for the weird sensations they gave my legs...please, i don't u to bear with me.

"If you don't mind me asking, whats up with this outfit?" I asked.

"I dunno, I've never seen a guy wear nylons and girl's clothes before. Plus, I wanna make u feel the same way u made me feel. And don't worry, girls wear guy clothes all the time so whats the difference if u wear some girl clothes?"

There you have it. My first crossdressing experience. Most guys probably would have walked out when she pulled out the clothes. I don't know why i stayed. She tied my hands behind my back with the duct tape in the same way I had done to her. She tied my elbows together and above and below my 'breasts'. It was awkward having those stick out in front of you like that. She tied me exactly the same way and layed me down on the floor...with a little difficulty. Since i was a little bigger than her, the shorts and tip fit a little more tightly then they had with her. She bent down and gave me a kiss. After that, she put duct tape over my lips. I managed to muffle out ,"Not fair." She just giggled and sat on my stomache. i was worried now. the reality had just settled into my mind. I was in her house wearing nothing by girl clothing and tied up on her living room floor. It was arousing and the outfit even added to the fear and excitment of being caught. Opening a door and finding a person tied up is one thing, but opening a door to find a guy crossdressed and tied up is a lil diff. Anywho she proceded to kiss my thighs and lick them as I had done. It felt strange, yet, sensually stimulating. She did this for a while and then lightly tickled my thighs. Normally my thighs weren't very ticklish, but the hoes made my legs extra sensative. I know i may sound crazy, but guys reading this...try it sometime. U might be a little suprised. She did that for a while, but then sat on my stomache again and began to tickle my sides and stomache. I moaned and tried to scream through the tape, but she had done a good job. I wiggled and giggled and she kept going. I finally gave up, exhausted and let my body spasm. She stopped and let me catch my breath, still sitting on my stomache.

"This has been fun, don't u agree?"

I shook my head yes.

"I'll let u go if u promise we can do this again...I mean all of it."

I understood that the 'all' part included me wearing her clothes again. Since I didn't mind and almost liked it, I was about to shake my head yes, but decided I didn't want to be let out yet. I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes.

"I see, I guess i'll need to force u into it then..." she said with a smile.

She started tickling my feet. Without the nylons, my feet are ticklish enough, but with them it was more intense. Ah, it was great. sometimes i wish i could relive that afternoon. After a long while of this she asked again, but this time we heard a car door slam outside. She looked and said her mom was home. She helped me up and began to pick up the trash while I hopped down to her room. I had to go down the stairs on my butt. I was mid way down the stairs when I heard the door open and saw me neighbor come down the stepps and helped me down. she layed me on the side of her bed and partially shoved me under her bed. This wasn't good. I watched her take off her shorts and pull of the hoes...not a bad sight...and hurried up stairs. I don't know how long I waited, but it was a while before she came back. She had brought my clothes, but she hid them somewhere and layed down next to me. She let me go and i pulled back on my own clothes. I went home out the back door.

It was the best experience of my life. I advise guys to maybe try wearing some nylons if u have that fetish or if ur curious. Trust me, it makes the whole bondage/humiliation/submissive experience all the more exciting and intense. I hope my story is ok and though some parts are a little messed up, it was the best bondage memory i have of my adolsence. My neighbor and I had many more fun games and if u want to hear about them don't hesitate to ask.

You like guys tied and tickled, layla?

 I had a circle of about 6 pretty close friends, boys and girls, who usually gravitated to my house at week ends, largely due to the happy and free environment and the proximity to the magic playground which the adjacent forest afforded.

 Needless to say, most of the games I and my mates played were of the “cops & robbers” variety, some of them lasting for days on end, interrupted only by meals and bedtimes. These breaks were often made entirely at my house on a parentally authorized “sleep-over” basis and, therefore, my home became the headquarters of our frequent adventure games.

 At first, our games tended to take the form of wild, unstructured chases involving little other than squirting each other with water pistols and playing “dead” when shot. However, things changed for the better one summer morning during the school holidays when our “gang” was augmented by two newcomers to our village, twin brothers who came from Canada. These two boys, Jon and Cam, aged 9, were a year older than the rest of us and, as it turned out, very much more experienced in matters of action play.

 In no time at all, Jon and Cam had organized our group into two teams of four, he and his brother in one team with one boy, Jimmy and a girl, Suzie, from our old group and me, my best buddy Doug, Henry and the only other girl, Jenny, on the other team. Also, for the first time, set rules and objectives were set.

 Team 1 (Jon, Cam & Co) were “cops” and would occupy as their HQ an old wood shed in the forest, which had long been our “fort”. The other team, of which I appointed myself leader, were the “fugitives”, more dramatically described by Jon and Cam as guerillas, and would be hunted by the other team. Those of us who were caught would be taken to the wood shed and held captive. Our team could try to release our team mates as best we could. We, in turn, would try to capture as many cops as possible. Obviously, the team who managed to capture the whole other team were winners. The cops were not allowed to “sit” at their HQ and capture would be effected by a direct hit by water gun. Each team member was issued with two lengths of rope (cut from several hanks found in the garage) and a couple of not all that clean rags (for gagging). The rule was, if captured, your materials would be used to tie you up and not those of the capturer. That way, no one would run out of binding materials.

 At this point I must point out that tying up had never been a strong feature in our games up to this point and most of the “gang” were pretty inexperienced when it came to ropecraft. However, Doug and I had both discovered a mutual enjoyment of tying each other up and had become quite expert, at least for our age, in restraint techniques.

 For this reason I paired with Henry while Doug and Jenny made up the second group, thus sharing our binding expertise between the two groups. We all ran off into the woods, our two groups remaining apart so that we wouldn’t all be caught together, but maintaining distant visual contact.

 Henry and I concealed ourselves in a shallow dug-out which the gang had created behind a huge oak tree to await the inevitable arrival of one or more of the cops. We didn’t have to wait long before we observed Jon and Jimmy approaching from the direction of the wood shed, Suzie and Cam presumably having been left to guard their HQ. We knew Jimmy knew about the dug-out and would probably have told Jon of the likelihood of us being there as it had always been a key strategic point in our forest playground. Using the big tree as cover, we stealthily crawled away from the dug-out to a point about 20 yards away from it where we could observe it without being seen.

 As we expected, water pistols at the ready, Jon and Jimmy charged up to the dug-out, only to find an empty pit – and to be shot in the back by Henry and I!

 Having immobilized them (it was agreed that once “shot”, you had to drop your own weapon and stand motionless with your hands up) we went up to the two cops and retrieved their water pistols. As Henry didn’t have much of a clue about tying up, I undertook the task of binding our prisoners. Taking one of his ropes from his pants pocket, I pulled Jon’s arms behind his back and tied his hands together, pretty tightly, using Doug and my preferred criss- cross method, drawing the rope horizontally then vertically around his crossed wrists, tying the rope off in a double reef knot at the top of his wrists where he couldn’t reach the knot. Having finished with John, I then tied Jimmy’s hands in the same manner with a piece of his rope. I then used their strips of cloth to gag them, stuffing one strip into each of their mouths and holding the gags in place by winding the other piece several times around their mouth and head. We then led our disarmed, gagged and bound prisoners deeper into the forest undergrowth to a small clearing, well off the beaten track, where they were unlikely to be found by their team mates.

 Now, one of the rules of our game was that you could tie up a prisoner any way you liked but not TO anything, i.e a tree, post, chair etc. You could also only use the materials your prisoner was carrying. Placing the captives about three yards apart, lying face down on the leafy ground, using the second of their ropes, I tied their legs together, winding two loops round their ankles and cinching the bond tight by pulling another couple of loops round the horizontal binding, between their ankles and tying the whole thing off in the usual double reef knot in a position which couldn’t easily be reached by searching fingers. Finally, I applied my coup-de-gras, pulling their bound ankles up behind their buttocks and joining the free ends of the ropes which tied their feet and hands in a close “hog-tie” (of course, we didn’t know the meaning of the word then but Doug and I had practiced the technique having seen it done in many of the Saturday matinee cowboy films of the day).

 Having secured our prisoners and reduced the “enemy” strength of numbers by half, we set about forming up with Doug and Jenny to mount an assault on the wood shed and capture the remaining two cops.

 TO BE CONTINUED 

 "Hello there, can you come out and play?" she asked, reaching down and grabbing and pulling me out of the closet. I tried to resist and was writing around at her feet when she put one of her feet right over my mouth. Her white socks were dirty, but I couldn't do anything about it. She stood there with her foot on my mouth and glared at me.

 "Who took your gag off? You or Kori?"

 "Kori" I said, muffled my the sock. 

"Well, I have to have a talk with her," Robin said. She took her foot off my mouth - which I was glad about - crouched down and slid the bandana gag back into my mouth. "If this comes out again, I take these dirty socks off and gag you with those. Do you understand!?"

 I nodded. 

"Good," she said, snickering. She grabbed my feet and dragged me out into the other room where Kori was. She was sitting stretched out on the couch.

 "Ronnie's ready to play with us," Robin said, dropping me to the floor and then shoving me against the couch, so I was sitting up against it. "And by the way Kori - no one takes his gag out without permission. He is my prisoner - you are my helpers, but he is mine. We'll kidnap him and bring him to your house one day and you can make the rules. But he is nmine here and I say we gag him."

 "Oh, my house?" Kori said with a smile. She was always smiling. "How about next week, honey? Is that okay with you?" And with that she slid her grey-socked foot onto my face and kind of rubbed it around. "It's nice having a man at your feet."

 MORE TO COME

 "Kori, do you want to have some fun with our prisoner now?"

 "I sure do," she said, continuing with her foot on my face. "Don't complain, sweetie."

 "Yeah," Robin said, kneeling down next to me. "I told him if that gag comes out again, he gets worse."

 "What's worse?" Kori asked.

 "I gag him with my dirty socks!" Robin said wickedly.

 "Gross!" Kori said with a laugh. "Honey, you better do what she says. If Robin wants you gagged, you better stay gagged. You don't want her socks in your mouth, do you?"

 I grunted. It was about all I could do.

 "Now," Kori said. "What do you want to do to him."

 "I should tell you something about Ron," Robin said.

 I should point out that I'd known Robin most of my life. She knew most of my secrets, including my crush on Kori. I was suddenly terrified she was going to tell her.I tried to scream to stop her, but Robin had gagged me tightly and it was no use.

 "Well, Kori, the thing about Ronnie is..."

 "Yes?" Kori said, hopping to her feet and standing in front of me.

 Robin crouched down in front of me.

 "He," she told Kori," is INCREDIBLY ticklish!"

 I wasn't expecting this. Now I was scared for a different reason. I tried to get away but Robin grabbed me and forced me out into the middle of the floor, where she pinned me down and sat on my legs. Kori couldn't hold her excitment.

 "Ticklish! He's ticklish! Oh my God - that's awesome! I love tickling," Kori said, returning her socked foot to my face. "Where are you ticklish, sugar?"

 "Everywhere!" Robin said and started wiggling her fingers slowly in the air. Kori joined her and crouched down next to mmy bound body. I thrashed to no avail as they got closer and closer.

 "My cousin and I once held down my little brother and we tickle tortured him so bad he was crying! We got into such trouble!" Kori said.

 "No one's going to get you into trouble today, hon. Let's tickle him to death - STARTING NOW!" Robin yelled, and both of them touched their wiggling fingers onto my ribs and stomach and started tickling me like there was no tomorrow. If I rolled left, they would tickle my right side, and vice versa. Kori seemed to do it with devlish glee, digging her fingers into my ribcage and armpits before hopping up and moving to my feet.

 "I'm gonna take his socks off and tickle his feet."

 "Good,"Robin said, moving to my stomach. "Then his ribs and armpits are all mine." And she sank her fingers deep into my armpits while I felt tears in my eyes. I was almost out of control.

 Kori had peeled my socks off and thrown then aside and stated fingering the soles of my feet, first slowly and then quicker. She tickled in between my toes and then around my ankles for several minutes. I was being tortured! 

"I've never seen someone so ticklish!" Kori squealed while Robin tickled my neck and I panted for mercy. "Robin, did you ever tickle anyone with your feet?"

 "No," Robin said, without stopping. "Does it work?"

 "You won't believe it! Can I do it to him?"

 "Of course!"

 Kori got to her feet and Robin moved up and sat on my chest, leaving my ribs open for assault by Kori's feet. But Kori paused.

 "I wonder if I should take my socks off, or tickle him with my socks on?" she asked.

 "Try both, sweetie," Robin said. "Take your socks off and see how your bare feet do. Then I'll do it with my socks on. Okay?" All the while she had her fingers in my armpits and I was in agony.

 "Okay," and Kori slipped off the grey argyle socks and tossed them onto my face. "You think this is torture?Wait until my feet get you!"

 And she dug her bare feet into my ribs, prodding me with her toes and kneading my ribcage. I bucked so hard I almost threw Robin off me. It was the worst tickle-torture I ever felt. Afterwards, they traded places and Kori held me down while Robin sat on the couch and kept her socks on and tickled me through the socks. I was in such hysterics that I finally got the gag out and Kori grabbed one of her grey socks, put it in her hand, and placed in over my mouth.

 "Robin told you - if your gag comes out, you get gagged with socks. But you're lucky - my socks are clean. Keep tickling him, honey! He loves your toes!" She held the sock on my mouth with one hand and tickled me, one armpit at a time, with the other. Tears were running down my face.

 Finally Robin stopped tickling me with her feet and they stopped the torture. I screamed and Kori took the sock off my mouth. I was laughing and crying at once and begging for no more.

 "I have never met anyone so ticklish in my life," Kori said, putting her socks back on.

 "Yeah, ever since we were kids," Robin said. "I used to keep him in line byu tickling him. Right Ronnie?"

 Just then the door opened. In walked Lee with her bag of night things. About an hour had passed since she left. She put her stuff down, kicked off her shoes, and padded over to us in her purple socks. She sat down next to me as well and saw I'd been crying and was still laughing.

 "Oh my God!" Lee said. "What did you guys do to him?"

 "We tortured him," Robin said.

 "How'd you torture him?"

 "We tickled him to death!" Kori said, laughing some more. "It was awesome. We tickled him so hard he cried."

 "How come you didn't wait for me? I want to tickle him too!" Lee snapped. I tried to roll away but Robin held me down.

 "I think our prisoner here can take a little more tickle torture. Whadda you think, Kori?"

 "Yep!" Kori exclaimed, moving down to my feet. "We'll hold him down, you tickle him, Lee. He's ticklish EVERYWHERE!"

 "Is that right?" Lee taunted, standing over me wiggling her fingers.

 Here we go again.

 I tried to scream but should have known better. Robin forced the bandana gag back into my mouth and held down my shoulders, while Kori sat on my feet. "Go for it," she told Lee

 Lee gave me a fierce, unmerciful tickling on my ribs, armpits, stomach, and chest while Kori tickled my feet some more and Robin tickled my neck. I was in hysterics all over again.

 "Tickle him with your feet, Lee," Kori yelled. "It's the best!"

 "Really," Lee said getting up and planting her purple- socked feet into my ribcage. The tickling continued and I screamed myself hoarse under the gag and finally she stopped. Robin took my gag out and I panted for several more minutes.

 Robin looked at me and sighed, "I don't think Ronnie liked our tickle torture."

 "Oh, he loved it," Kori said, getting closer to me. "Right?"

 I shook my head and said nothing.

 "Say you love it," she said sharply, "or we'll tickle torture you all over again!!"

 "Okay! Okay! I love it! I love it! Now please untie me. I can't take any more of this!"

 "Not so fast," Robin said. "Before we untie our prisoner, he should find a way to thank us for showing mercy on him?"

 "What;d you have in mind?" Kori asked with a grin.

 "He's going to kiss our feet!" Robin declared.

 "No," I said, "please don't make me. Just untie me."

 Then Lee said, "You kiss our feet or we tickle you some more. Your choice." 

So what was I to do? They made me kneel infront of them and lined up in a row, six technicolor feet under my face - Robin's feet in white socks, Kori's feet in grey argyle socks, Lee's feet in purple socks. I bent down and gave each foot a peck. They squealed with delight.

 "Okay, we'll untie you now," Robin said, taking the ropes off my chest. 

Kori untied my feet and Robin untied my hands. I just laid on the floor for a while, trying to compose myself and feeling really jumpy, while they all laughed at me. Kori even came over and said she was going to tickle me again, but I hopped up and she just giggled. She gave me my shoes, wallet, and car keys back.

 "We have to do this again, Ronnie." Kori said. "I just HAVE to tickle torture you again."

 "Yeah," Robin said. "Hey, we're not bored anymore. Guess we found a cure for boredom." I said no way and left a few minutes later, going back home and collapsing on my couch. My parents were out and I was home alone for a little while. I thought about the whole ordeal and laughed a lot. WHat else could I do?

 Well, that's the story. Hope you liked it. I'd be happy to hear any comments. 

Ok, now on with the story. This is the third or fourth time Sara and i played her 'games'. Sara is my neighbor from the last story, in case u didn't remember. I'd also like to excuse any chatroom lingo I use such as 'u', 'ur', 'r', ect. The only difference in this story is that no one was at my house this time. My parents had taken my sister to the state capital for some school project and I got to stay home by myself, after some begging. I immediatly told sara of this good news and seemed excited too.

I went over to her house to walk her over, but she pulled me inside. I sat down and she showed a few items of clothing in front of my face. Tan pantyhose, a blue plaided skirt, panties, small white button down shirt, and another padded bra. She told me to put it on right away. Seeing as we'd go to my house later, I obliged and a few minutes later I cam out. I was still getting used to this part of her games. I was beginning to feel more comfortable doing this than the first time. I came out and she jumped me, taping my hands behind my back. She didn't tie my ankles, but sat me down on a chair and began to put on a pair of sketchers on my feet. I asked what she was doing, but she said that i'd see. She told me to wait in the chair while she went off to find something. I waited for about ten minutes until she finally came back. She had an old wig. It looked dusty like it had been stored away for a long time. She washed it off and dried it. While it dried she came over to me.

"You and I are going to go over to your house," she told me.

"I'm a little tied up and a little out of dress," I said becominng nervous about going outside like this.

"Don't worry, we practically live next door to each other."

She lived across the street and a house down from me. What was she talking about?! We would have to cross a street in plain view of all houses on that street. Plus, I was still tied up.

"What if someone sees us?" I asked.

"I know, thats what makes it all the more exciting. Don't tell me you don't get hot thinking about it. I know you, so don't lie," she said back.

What choice did I have? It was that or be tied up for a very long afternoon, probably with more tickle torture than I could endure. I concluded to myself that I would have to agree. She was right, I did find her proposal kind of exciting.

"As soon as the wig dries, we're out of here," she said as she retreated to her room. She came back with a large plastic sack.

She felt the wig and said it was dry enough. Moments later I found myself still tied with duct tape and tied in this strange outfit. The shoes were a little small and my toes almost had to curl to fit. She made sure i looked more like a girl by applying a small amount of make up. Not a lot, but she couldn't help playing 'barbie'. She ordered me to stand up and we headed for the door. She remembered to grab tha bag as we walked out the back door.

I didn't really walk around much the past times when I was crossdressed by her. It was very very different than walking wearing 'guy' clothes. The skirt brushing against my pantyhosed legs sent strange vibes up and down my legs while feeling every breeze and small gust of wind. I don't know why, but my legs were more sensative in nylons. It was also harder to walk in the shoes because they were raise a little more and smaller.

I remember we walked out the back yard and came around the side of the house. Then we looked and didn't see any cars comming. I still had my hands bound behind my back so if I fell, it would be harder to get up. Sara walked behind me to black a clear view of my hands, but it still felt like the whole world was watching me in those few moments. Even though i was nervous and almost turned back, I never had such a rush in my life. To me at that time, I was basically risking my entire life by walking from her house to mine in her clothes and bound. It made me strangly aroused.

After what seemed like a century, we arrived at my house. We went in the back yard to the back door. Then it dawned on me. When I changed, I had left my house key in my jean pockets...and i obviously wasn't wearing them.

"Uh..Sara? I don't know how to tell you this, but I don't have my house key on me and the doors are locked," I explained.

"Ah! Darnit. I knew we forgot something. Since its your keys, your going to go back for them."

"Sara! C'mon, I walked over here and it would be even faster if you went back."

"No, its your punishment for being so forgetfull. Hurry before I pulled down your skirt and tie your ankles," she threatened and gave me a hard slap on the butt.

I can still remember the exact words I was thinking at that moment CRAP. I had to walk back alone and bound.

"Here, you'll have to unlock the back door by yourself," she said giving me her house key.

I began my long trek to her house. This time, I ran. I ran faster than I thought possible. The gate to her back yard was shut, so I had a fun time trying to get that undone. Finally, I gave up and went to the front door and with some difficulty, opened it. I ran to my jeans and got the keys. I gave myself a quick rest on her couch. I looked down at myself. The skirt had ridden several inches up my skirt when I sat down. I looked at what she had dressed me in more closly. A plaid skirt and white button down top. Then it came to me, she had dressed me in some kind of schoolgirl uniform. I can still remember asking myself why she liked this freaky thing. Was crossdressing guys a big fetish for her? I didn't think any girls liked guys wearing nylons or even skirts before then. I realised I had wasted enough time and headed for the door. I locked it and exited. I saw a car coming from far down the street. If I hurried, I would make it. I gave a fast paced walk and hurried. I looked away from the far off car, but I think they saw me because the engine went into a higher gear. I made it to my own backyard gate just in time to hear the car slow down. I looked back and saw three guys looking at me. I moved my wrists as far to the side of me as possible. Sara opened the door and I gladly went inside. I gave her an angry grin as she escorted me inside my house. 

(To be Continued...)

 Though they should have been within a hundred yards or so of us, according to our rules of battle, there was no sight of the other two members of our team, Doug and Jenny. Ever cautious of the risk of ambush, Henry and I made our way stealthily through the forest towards the enemy HQ, presuming that our two team mates had observed us capturing Jon and Jimmy and had proceed with our plan to capture the wood shed headquarters and the remaining members of the opposing team, Cam and Suzie.

 As the wood shed came into view, there was still no sign of Doug and Jenny. We could see no activity from or around the wood shed so we decided on a full scale frontal assault on the other team’s HQ. Pistols at the ready, we ran up to the old shed and barged through the rickety door. The shed was unoccupied, except for a dejected looking Doug who lay bound hand and foot and gagged on the dusty floor. Though not actually hog-tied, Doug’s bound ankles were tied to his upper thighs in a tight “jackknife” position and his cross- tied hands were bound securely to the small of his back by a loop of rope round his waist. No way he could reach the jackknife-tied leg bindings or get his hands past his buttocks. As Henry started loosening Doug’s gag, I noticed he was staring, wild-eyed, past us and “Ummmmmfing” into his gag. Too late, Henry and I both felt and heard the jets of water striking our backs. We had been neatly ambushed by Cam and Suzy.

 Cam took charge of the situation and immediately proved his awesome expertise in tying up. In the same way he had bound Doug, Cam tied Henry’s and my hands behind us in a cinched cross-tie, tightly securing them to our torso simply by tying the free ends of the wrist tie rope round our waists, knotted in the front where we couldn’t get at the knot. He then tied our feet to our thighs in a most uncomfortable and totally inescapable jackknife, as he had done with Doug. Unlike Doug, though, he didn’t bother to gag us. There was no need – he had captured three out of four of our team. Only Jenny remained unaccounted-for.

 During the rule-setting prior to the commencement of the game it had been agreed that “torture” of prisoners was permissible, with the proviso that there would be no injury, no blood drawn, no hitting and no hazardous stuff like suffocation. Having captured the three of us, Cam was concerned about the whereabouts of his mates, Jon and Jimmy. He guessed that we had captured them and had immobilized them somewhere in the forest – but where? It would take him and Suzie hours to search the extensive wood together and they couldn’t risk splitting up for fear of being ambushed by Jenny, our sole remaining free team- mate. The only alternative was to torture the information out of his prisoners.

 Cam decided to start with me, presumably as I was the smallest of the three captives and, therefore, the more susceptible to physical persuasion. Cam untied the rope which bound my ankles to my thighs and freed my hands from my waist. Then he untied my wrists and re-tied them, palms together, tightly cinching the bond in the middle. Squatting on my buttocks, he forced my elbows together so that they were actually touching behind my back. Holding them in place with his knees he then tied them together with the rope that had previously bound my ankles, cinching the bond off between my elbows and jerking his masterpiece into a tight double knot. Finally, joining the two cloth strips from my pocket, he re-tied my feet in a close hog- tie to my wrists.

 Altogether, this was by far the most uncomfortable position I had ever been tied in, though not unbearably painful as, at 8, I was pretty scrawny and lithe. I really couldn’t move a muscle, apart from my head: every limb was stretched to the limit and any attempt to flex my aching arms just hurt too much. I soon found that if I lay completely still, my arms just went numb from the elbows down and there was no real pain. That was until Cam began to jerk my feet backwards and forwards, alternately applying and releasing the tension on my elbows and wrists. THAT was sore!

 While my torture session was in progress, Henry just lay on his side, watching my agony, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. He knew I wouldn’t break down (I was the dumb hero type) and that soon he would be on the receiving end. Doug, on the other hand, the toughest of us all, seemed to have no qualms about being tortured and just looked on, an amused expression in his eyes. I, in turn, could see that being tied up in the same way I was would be a far more serious matter for Henry as he lacked my wiry physique, to the point of plumpness, and his arms would really suffer from such treatment. When Cam eventually gave up on me and, as I expected he would, moved his attention to the fearful Henry, I decided to spare my buddy the ordeal I had suffered and I told Cam that we would reveal the whereabouts of his team-mates.

 After some thought, Cam decided to leave Doug and me in the wood shed, tied up as we were, and take Henry, as hostage and guide, to where we had left Jon and Jimmy. Henry was released from his bonds, apart from his hands which Cam left tied behind his back and the two of them set off to rescue Jon and Jimmy. The little, but ferocious Suzie was left to guard Doug and me.

 I figured we had about 15 minutes before Jon and Jimmy were located and freed and the group returned – not enough time to make any meaningful escape attempt. Just as I was beginning to give up hope of winning the game, I spied a movement outside the slightly open door of the shed. Our supposedly “weak-link”, Jenny, had crept up to the enemy HQ, forgotten about and unnoticed. In order to divert Suzie’s attention, I started to roll about on the floor (painfully!), demanding to be released and cussing at the top of my voice. It worked a treat and as she came up threatening to squirt me with her pistol, Jenny came charging into the shed and “killed” the surprised and indignant Suzie with one well aimed jet of water.

 We knew we didn’t have much time so I told Jenny not to bother trying to untie our arms, just to release Doug and my legs and feet. We could do the rest later. Having accomplished this, with some difficulty in my case since tightly knotted cloth is not easy to untie, I told Jenny to collect up the materials with which Doug and I had been tied, grab Suzie and make a dash for the forest.

 When we were well away from the wood shed, we stopped running and Jenny took it upon herself to tie Suzie’s hands behind her back, a task which – to my surprise – she performed with commendable professionalism. With a forlorn Suzie propped up against a tree, bound hand and foot, Jenny set about freeing Doug and me from the ropes which still tied our wrists and, in my case, elbows.

 TO BE CONTINUED 

Sara and I entered the house and headed toward my living room. She sat me down on the couch and she dumped out the contents of the plastic sac. There was a new roll of duct tape, more pantyhose, and some long stripps of cloth. She took several of the items and headed toward the basment while I stayed up stairs. I waited and waited.

"What are you doing down there?" I asked her when she came back.

"You'll see," she replied and headed back downstairs.

I was interested, but making me walk from her house to mine in drag? It made me a little angry. I made up my mind to escape. As quickly as I could I ran to my room and grabbed one of my pocket knives. With out too much time past, I cut through the tape and dove toward my bed. I searched frantically for the handcuffs. I mentioned in an earlier story about these metal toy handcuffs where I had disabled the safety mechanism. By all standards, these were real. I found the key next to them and ran to the top of the stairs where I would wait for Sara. What is it with girls and them taking their time to do things? Dates, dances, ect...I'm just joking girls and women. Anyway, I heard Sara slowly walking up the stairs. When she stepped into the hallway, I grabbed her and shoved her against the wall. Then I took each wrist and locked them together. The look on her face was the most valuable thing. She looked so shocked and almost happy. She was wearing black nylon/stretchy shorts with a small blue T-shirt and tan pantyhose.

"I do wonder what you have been doing to waste so much time," I said and gave her a hard slap on her butt for the time she slapped mine outside.

"I knew I forgot to tie you down a little better. Next time, I'll remember."

We continued to walk to the basement and I saw what she had been constructing. I was very impressed with what she had done. Sara had turned the coffee over and placed it against the wall so the legs were sticking out. Then, she had taped it tightly to the wall so it wouldn't fall over. After that, she had those cloth strips tied to each of the legs making it like a crude cross of some sort.

"You've been busy," I commented.

I stood her against the contraption she had improvised to make. I tied each ankle tightly to the table legs and moved up. I unlocked her hands and tied each of them the same way I had done with her ankles. The end result was a standing spread eagle. I admit, it may had been a little extreme for our age, but it was Sara's idea. I was only reversing her plan. I hadn't ever really gotten this intense with bondage. I began to wonder how much farther she would go to make it more exciting.

"Now, what are you going to do to me?" she asked.

It seemed that she was enjoying the sub role more than the dom role. I leaned a little more toward the dom side, but still liked to be tied occasionally. I went over to her bag and looked inside.

"You don't wanna look in there, Tom," she said with a small quiver in her voice.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked.

"Just because," she trailed off.

I looked in the bag anyway and became instantly relieved that she was the one tied up. It looked as if she were going to tickle torture me for five hours. She had a feather duster, brushes, single feathers, furs, and some things I didn't even know quite what they were.

"Damn, Sara. You are one kinky girl. I mean, geez!" I said.

Like i said, she was into some intense stuff. I picked out the feather duster and some furs. I advanced on her and ran the furs up and down her arms. She shivered. I remembered something. I almost forgot and so did she. I went back over to the bag and pulled out two of the long cloth sheets. I shoved one in her mouth, followed by five strips of duct tape, and used the other as a blind fold. Then, I ran the furs up and down her arms and around her neck. She gave little grunts and giggles underneath the gag. I got closer and ran the furst around her legs; over every inch and curve. This made her go nuts as her legs were one of the most ticklish places on her body. I did this the longest, weaving the soft furs in between her pantyhosed legs. When she fell back from pleasure and exhaustion, I stopped. I took off the gag and gave her a quick drink of water.

"Ok, Tom, you've had your fun. You found my weakness. Now, its time to let me go," she pleaded.

"Let me put it this way; if I was in your position, would you let me go at this moment?" I asked.

"Of course I would," she answered.

With that, I shoved the cloth back in her mouth and tighly placed duct tape over the bottom of her face. I knew she was lieing. She began to wine from under the gag so I tickled her exposed sides with my fingers. She squirmed and laughed. After a minute of that, I grabbed the feather duster. I lifted up her shirt enough to expose her belly, but I could hear muffled words saying, "You can't remove clothing." I said, "Im not, I'm only lifting it up." I heard her utter some things in the gag that I couldn't understand. I began tickling her exposed tummy with the duster, I hope it was clean, and she began to writh and struggle worse than with the furs. I ran the duster over her sides, legs, and arms. She was really struggling because she began to sweat a little and grew more tired. Finally, I stopped after 10 minutes of extreme tickling. I decided she had had enough. Just as I was about to go upstairs a crazy thought entered into my mind. I ran and got my water gun, filled it up, and went back downstairs. I pumped it up, aimed, and pulled the trigger. I got Sara's legs, stomach, chest, face and everything. I got a towle and placed it under her so she wouldn't drip on the carpet. She screamed at me more through the gag for dousing her with cold water like that.

"That's for making me walk across the street and for trying to tickle torture me all afternoon."

I left Sara like that for a while. I don't remember how long because I watched a movie downstairs and kept her blindfolded, occasionally giving her squirts of water here and there. It was a fun afternoon and so inticing that I had almost forgotten I was still wearing her clothes. I hope you enjoyed that story...I did.

And guys, I still say try on a pair of nylons or something and see how u like it...you might even be suprised like I was.

There were two of us that were always the 'kidnappers', we would capture and tie up anyone we could. In the 'victim' group there were two of my cousins (one boy, one girl) who were really into being tied up, the others were just 'roped into it'. I remember that if a cousin really annoyed us, our revenge would be to bind him or her, and tickle them until they cried. 

At the time, there was nothing sexual at all about what we were doing, it was just a game. It must have helped form my sexual tastes though, because I have always enjoyed tying up my girlfriends. My girl cousin who loved being tied up is now a close friend and, according to her, still loves being tied up by boyfriends. It must have influenced her too.

 When I was 17, I had a 16 year-old girlfriend who kept begging me to tie her to the bed. I was so scared of my mates finding out, that I always refused and acted like she was being weird. I would then lie awake thinking about it, too frustrated to sleep. It took four years before I met another girl who made the same request (19 year-old nursing student), this time I wasn't an idiot. 

 I go to a catholic school where we wear uniforms. My parents needed some1 to come and make sure I didn't blow up the house, so they asked a girl who went to the same school as me named Sierra. We went straight home, and had dinner. She was wearing her mini-skirt and a green vest with her beautiful long brown hair and incredible green eyes. As she did her science homework, I wacthed a movie with alot of bondage in it, called "The Big Hit".

 "I bet I could get out of that," said Sierra, as she saw a girl in the movie stayed tied an gagged throughout the entire movie. I asked, "Seriously? You think so?" and the rest of the night wrote itself.

 Under her green vest on her uniform, Sierra wore a belly top, exposing her soft stomach and belly button. "Ok. You tie me up, and then I'll try to get out. Let me go when I tell you, ok?" she said. With my fingers crossed behind my back, I falsely replied "Oh sure."

 I told her to lie down on her back, as I ran to the garage and got some nylon rope. I tied her wrists tightly, and then got more lengths of rope. Tying her feet together, and her thighs, and then her knees, I turned her over onto her side. She struggled and shook from side to side, as she tried to get loose. "Ok, Andre. Let me go now." she said. A grim smile crossed my face, as my hands went straight for her belly.

 "Ahhhhh!!! Nooo!! Stop it!! Ha ha ha!" she cried, laughing like crazy. I didn't stop of course, and kept tickling. She then screamed so loud that all the glass in my house almost popped. Seeing how, my parents were at their 20th wedding anniversary, I ran down into the basement, as Sierra shouted "You're gonna be in big trouble if you leave me like this, Andre!" I laughed as I reached for a huge roll of duct tape. "That's what you think!" I thought. 

I hid the tape behind my back, and tickled her some more. She held in her laughter, and when she as about to release it, I tore off a good five inches of tape and covered her mouth with it. She made a noise as if to say "Hey! What arre you doing?!" I just laughed.

 I rolled up her belly top so it went right under her large, natural breasts. I took a small string from my shoe and ran the edge up and down the stomach. She laughed extremely hard into the gag, and i just couldn't resist. I turned her over onto her chest, backside up, and rolled up her shirt behind her. I tickled her alot more, and when I looked at her face, she had tears in her eyes from laughing so hard.

 I then undid the thigh ropes, and brought her ankles up to her back, and hogtied her. "Ha ha! My little hog tied cow girl! What have you got to say for yourself now?" I undid the tape as she yelled at me, "UNDO THESE ROPES NOW, BEFORE I KICK YOUR SKRONNY LITTLE A-" Before she could starts swearing, I taped her mouth shut again. I told her not go anywhere, as I went to get some ice cream.

 When I came back, Sierra's skirt was almost all the way up. I had guess she tried escaping or kneeling up on her knees. Her underwear was in plain view, and fell to the ground laughing my head off. She just growled, and glared, making nasty noises under her gag. Both our heads tunred as we heard someone open the door knob. It wasn't my parents, but my 20 year old brother jay. He was completely wasted.

 "The h*ll? Whose this, Andre?" he asked, as he stared at Sierra. Actually he was staring at Sierra's butt, but I don't think she noticed. She cried and moaned for Jay's help, but he just gave me a wink and went to bed.

 I tickled Sierra a little while longer, and then when I went to go undo the ropes, she shook her head furiously no. "Why not? I'm gonna get in trouble for tying you up you know." I told her. SHe made noises and grumbles that sounded like "No, I don't want you to untie me." I tore the tape off again, as she said "No, I like this." I was surprised.

 Later on that night, she went home and gave me a wink and kiss.

 With our sole prisoner, Suzie, bound hand and foot at our feet, we took stock. Except for our fourth team mate, Henry, who was still in the hands of the other team, we were intact again. We had one of their members, Suzie, and they had one of ours, Henry. I privately figured that each had about the same “value” to their respective teams as the other – both being somewhat weak links, Suzie being a mere girl and Henry being pretty useless at anything. Doug and I sat down on the soft, leaf covered forest floor and discussed tactics.

 Obviously, the newcomers to our social group, the Canadian twins, Jon and Cam, were much more experienced than us at action games, as well as being a year older than the rest of us. On the other hand, Doug, Jenny and I knew our forest playground like the back of our hands, so had an advantage there. Physical size was not an issue as water pistol craft was the decisive factor in combat, so the bigger Jon and Cam had little if any advantage in their larger physiques.

 All things considered, we decided that our team probably had the overall advantage. All our members had intimate knowledge of the combat zone, we were all expert pistol shottists and, finally, we were all “buddies”, whereas the newcomers, Jon and Cam’s team consisted of two of our playgroup, Jimmy and Suzie (presently our prisoner) in whom they felt they probably couldn’t completely rely. If we were to capture the remaining members of the enemy team and, thus, emerge victors of the game, we would have to use our geographical knowledge of the forest to our advantage.

 At this point, our prisoner, Suzie, became dangerously noisy by struggling violently against the restraints of her bonds and cussing loudly at Jenny. Jenny promptly solved the problem by gagging Suzie with the two cloth strips which Suzie had tucked in her jeans waist band and tying her bound feet close up to her wrists. No more cussing, just a series of muffled “Mfffffff”s, which soon ceased.

 From our position, some 200 yards away from the wood shed which served as the enemy HQ, the old wooden hut was not visible to us but we had to assume that, by now, Jon, Cam and Jimmy would have discovered our escape and realized that their third member, Suzie, was our prisoner. We assumed that they would most probably elect to mount a search for us without delay. As the rules of the game precluded their “sitting” at their HQ for more than 10 minutes, they would almost certainly take their captive, Henry with them as they wouldn’t risk leaving him unguarded in the wood shed. The advantage was swinging in our favor! 

We released the now still and silent Suzie’s hog-tie and freed her feet. Leaving her securely gagged and her hands tied behind her back, we all moved off into the forest, Jenny firmly pushing the prisoner ahead, tightly clutching the free end of the rope which bound her hands. We headed for a small stream which ran the length of the forest and whose winding course and, in places, high banks, offered a host of hidy-holes, many of them known only to my best friend Doug and me.

 Following the stream, we selected a point where a tight bend had eroded a deep hollow in its bank which formed an almost invisible cavern, overhung with grass and weeds, which would afford us pretty secure temporary accommodation. Brushing the dense overgrowth aside, we crawled into the earthy cave, ensuring that no evidence of our presence was left in the soil outside. Once secreted from outside view, Jenny tied Suzie’s feet together again and secured the end of the rope to her wrists in a very loose hog-tie, just sufficient to prevent her from standing. The gag remained in place, much to Suzie’s displeasure!

 Doug and I were keen to pursue our objective of capturing the rest of the enemy team and it was decided that we would leave Jenny in the cave to guard the prisoner while Doug and I would return to the vicinity of the wood shed in the hope of securing a captive or two. Though we would be outnumbered by the other team, Jon, Cam and Jimmy would be handicapped by Henry, their accompanying prisoner. We were pretty sure that Henry would hamper their progress as much as possible and make stealth difficult for them. This meant that we retained the tremendous advantage of surprise as we would undoubtedly hear the approach of the enemy before they became aware of us.

 We quietly made our way back in the direction of the wood shed, ears and eyes on red alert. Using the trees and undergrowth as cover, we got about half way to the other team’s HQ before we heard the unmistakable sound of breaking twigs ahead of us. Hastily concealing ourselves behind a thicket of brambles, through which we could see but not be seen, we observed the less than silent approach of Jon, Cam, Jimmy and our team mate, Henry. Henry was firmly gagged, his hands tied behind his back, being prodded ahead at the end of a sharp pointed stick by Cam. A narrow pathway dictated that the route of the approaching group had to take them right past our hiding place. A perfect ambush opportunity!

 As they came nearer, Doug and I moved silently round the thicket so that, as they passed us, Jon, Cam and Jimmy’s backs would be presented to us as perfect targets. We held our breath, pistols at the ready: fzzt – fzzt – fzzt – our pistols spoke! Three jets of water found the exposed backs of Jon, Cam and Jimmy. Crowing loudly with glee, we leaped out onto the startled trio, roughly pushing them down onto the thick grass which surrounded our bramble bush. Yanking the ropes from their shorts pockets, we quickly tied John, Jimmy and Cam’s hands behind them and freed Henry who, by this time, had had his hands bound for at least an hour. He tore away the cloth strip which held his now sodden gag in place, shrieking revenge at Jon and Cam who had, it seemed, subjected poor Henry to some less than gentle treatment when they had discovered our earlier escape from their HQ.

 Prodding our prisoners along with pointed sticks as they had done with Henry, we marched them to the cave where Jenny was anxiously awaiting our return, the forth enemy, Suzi, still tied up and under Jenny’s guard. According to the rules of battle, we had, in principle, won the game. All four of the “cops” had been captured and tied up. However, I wanted to exact my revenge on Cam for having subjected me to the pain and discomfort of the manner in which he had previously tied my arms and so it was decided that we would give the other team a chance to vindicate their defeat. Except for Suzie, who we would take as a “hostage”, the remaining three, Jon, Cam and Jimmy, would be left tied up in the cave in the same way I had been bound. If they managed to escape within an hour, a draw would be declared and the cops could emerge from the campaign with their honor intact. If they couldn’t get loose within the prescribed time period, our team would be declared winners and the price of defeat paid by the vanquished team – an hour of “torture” (within the defined limits).

 Doug & I lay Jon, Cam and Jimmy face down on the soft floor of the cave. We re-tied their hands, palms together, the horizontal loops of the rope tightly cinched in the middle, between their wrists. Then, using the “knee-squeeze” technique, we forced their elbows firmly together, securing them in this position with three or four coils of the second rope, also cinched in the middle as we had done with their hands. All three of them were slim of build and their elbows met quite easily behind their backs. Their restraints would not cause undue pain unless they attempted to free themselves. After removing their shoes and socks and hog-tying their bare feet right up to their bound hands with their gag cloths, we dragged them as far apart as the shallow but quite wide cave would allow and we returned, elated and content, to the wood shed. As she presented no threat to us disarmed and on her own, we untied Suzie’s hands but kept her on a “leash” tied round her waist.

 As none of us had a watch, we waited for what seemed a reasonable “hour” before returning to the cave. Though they had made a pretty valiant attempt to free themselves, we found our captives in pretty much the same position as before. Cam, the most adventurous and persevering of the three, had literally ripped the cloth strips apart that secured his feet to his hands but had not progressed any further, while the other two were exactly as we had left them. All their arms and hands were blue and the ropes were deeply gouged into the flesh above their elbows. Very satisfactory! I had had my revenge.

 We untied our prisoners’ feet and led them, arms and hands still bound, back to the wood shed. Time for us to claim the spoils of victory! 

 Why do I get the impression that those babysitting jobs were not just jobs but a vocation?(laughing)

 Seriously, thanks for sharing that story with us, I enjoyed it.

Well, that's about it. Like James Cameran's ego, I shall return. 'Ciao.

1) the tying and gagging must be realistic to the point of the person not being able to get out 

2) that there is no vicious violence 

3) people who post will be safe from THOSE WHO SHOW A DESIRE ON THIS AND OTHER WEBSITES TO DESTROY THEM and their stories AND YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

 Do you know any good websites dealing with kid/teen bondage (NO porn/nudity!). If you know any, could you please post the URL's? ;-)

 Thanks!

 That first time out Chrissy wound up spending the night at a friend's house, so I only had Mikey to contend with. Just as well, since he decided to be a holy terror that evening. I don't think he knew how to handle all the attention, having me all to himself.

 Finally, bedtime came so I could get rid of him and watch TV in peace. Even getting him to bed wasn't easy. Flaunting all his parent's rules he refused to take his bath or brush his teeth. Nor could I get him into his PJ top or socks, him wanting to sleep in just his bottoms. Eventually I just gave up and let him have his way. I tucked him in, turned on his nightlight and went downstairs.

 The quiet was short lived. Over the next hour he came downstairs about 10 times on one flimsy excuse or another. The last time I took him back up to bed I told him out of exasperation that if he didn't stay there I would tie him in! He must have thought this sounded like fun, since he follwed me down the hall when I left him. Being 10 I wasn't used to asserting any authority, but I figured if I didn't follow through on my threat I would lose control completely.

 I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back to his bedroom (which was pretty easy since he didn't resist in the slightest). Once there I told him to get in bed, while I looked for something to tie him with. I managed to dig a jumprope and a couple of kids neckties out of his closet. I asked him if he was going to stay in bed or if he was going to make me tie him up, hoping to get myself off the hook with just the threat. Mikey decided to cop an attitude, though, being snotty and saying "You're not my boss."

 "O. K.," I said, "I warned you!" I grabbed ankle and used one of the neckties to tie it to one of the bedrails (It was an old fashioned brass bed, though small, being a single). I then tied his other ankle next to it. He put up no fuss at all, laying there with a sort of sneer on his face. I then grabbed the jumprope and tied his hands to the rails above his head. This was more difficult, not because he struggled (he didn't), but because the darn thing was a good deal longer than the neckties and I got it all tangled and knotted. No matter how messy my efforts were, though, in the end I had him tied in the form of a 'Y', soundly enough so he couldn't escape. He started to tug on his bonds and when he saw he was stuck he started to laugh and said "Hey! I can't get out!" He was so amused by his own predicament that I couldn't help but laugh too, telling him that was the idea.

 I walked around to the foot of the bed. "Well, if you think it's so funny, let's give you something to really laugh about," I said. With that I began lightly scrabbling my fingertips up and down his bare soles. To my chagrin, however, he wasn't ticklish on his feet, and wound up laughing at me instead of because of me. He decided to goad me on top of it, saying "That doesn't bother me." 

At this point I wasn't about to give up until he knew who was boss, so I climbed on the bed and straddled his legs. "Let's see if this bothers you, then," and started lightly tickling all around his stomach and sides. Mikey lost it immediately. He was laughing his head off and trying to roll first one way, then the other, to escape from my devilish fingers. I kept it up for a minute or so, then asked him, "Had enough, Mikey?" Mikey shook his had vigorously and laughed out "NO!"

 Fine, I thought. If you want to try and outlast me, go ahead. I'm having fun. It kind of surprised me to realize that I was, too. So I upped the ante, tickling him in slow gentle circles under his arms. He was stll writhing and laughing to beat the band when I asked "Had enough NOW?" You know how cartoon characters jaws will drop to the floor with a metallic 'clang' when they're amazed? That was how I felt when Mikey replied "NO! Faster!"

 "Faster!" I said, "You want it faster?"

 He said "Yes," and nodded his head. 

"O.K." I said, "It's your funeral." So I tickled faster. He arched his back and started screaming with laughter, bouncing as hard as he could against his mattress.

 "Is this what you wanted?" I asked. He was laughing so hard he couldn't speak, so he just nodded. 

After a minute or so I slowed down to a more gentle tickling and said "C'mon, Mikey. Don't you want me to stop?" 

"Not till I say Uncle," he replied through his laughter. I grinned down at him and said "You love this, don't you?" He blushed and just shrugged (at least, as much as his position would allow him to). I could tell, though from his attitude that he was having as much fun as I was. I later found out from his mother that he adored being tickled, especially under his arms. I guess being tied up and helpless actually made it even more fun for him, since it too another 15 minutes or so before he said 'uncle'.

 Afterwards I untied him, which took a bit thanks to my sloppy job with the jumprope. I gave him a big loving hug, and he was asleep within 5 minutes. We both had great fun, but we were both exhausted.

 There was a followup to this story the next weekend, if anyone's interested. 

 Sorry it has taken me so long to get back here. Been sort of busy. When I last entered the site, I had told you of a unique experience I had when I was tied up in a "friends" camper truck (though friend is not quite the word I would use). He pointed out a conversation we had once where I told him and others that I like to be tied up and was a fair escape artist. But I was not prepared for the amount of preperation that he used on me that day.

 I had been tied with my arms over my head and bend down around a ladder. He also tied my arms, waist, thighs and ankles to the ladder as well. I was blindfolded with a rag and gagged with black electrical tape wrapped around my open mouth. As I heard the truck start up, I really started to struggle. I have to admit that the bondage was clever (if not brilliant) and quite hard to get out of .

 When I used to play escape artist, I wasn't usually tied so well. I could usually find something that would help me get untied, and usually (though sometimes I was) not tied to anything. This was not the case. My ankles were spread and tied to the table legs. He had cinched a rope between my ankles and the table leg that held them fast in place. Because my thighs were also bound to the ladder, I could get no leverage to raise my ankles no more than an inch. It was hopeless there. The only thing to do was to get my hands free. He had used a good 10 feet on my wrists alone, and they were attached in several places on the ladder. the knots that actually finished the tie were several inches or even feet above me. Once again, he had my arms and wrists pinned together and then used the rope to tie off my wrists. I could get no leverage. I struggled valiently though, but the rope around my waist and the gag soon made me winded. I was growing weaker with lack of enough oxegen to continue to struggle madly like that.

 The gag was a good one. The only thing I hated about it is that I was drooling a lot. It was very effective. My hands actually touch part of the tape, but they weren't in any position to unwind or even break it. In fact, I made it tighter when I pulled on it. After resting for a few minutes, I started a logical testing of tightness and strength of knots. I soon found in my struggles, a small indenture on the ladder near my blindfold. After a few minutes, I was able to pull the blindfold off! I could see! 

It did little good. Within the back of the camper, I saw all sorts of tools and stuff I could use to free myself. There was even a knife on the counter that was bumping back and forth with the movement of the truck. By this time, sweat was pouring from my head, arms and chest. It wasn't that hot in the truck, because Bob opened up the small windows and vents and I had more than enough air. I strained my head around and started to wonder if I could get the ladder to move across the truck from side to side. I did see a bracket that would release the ladder, but it was maddenly out of reach. It was hopeless. I couldn't move to get at anything. What made me angry was that Bob was going to win this round, and I would have to be tied up the rest of the way.

 After sometime, I noticed the truck slowed and we pulled off the freeway and onto the off ramp. I could hear the many trucks that were pulling in and out of a rest stop. Soon the truck stopped and Bob entered after unlocking the door.

 "well, I see you didn't get out.", he said. "But you were able to get the blindfold off. Well, I guess that's something." He reached to the floor and picked up the knife that had fallen on the floor. "I am going to tie you up differently now for another part of the trip. Agreed?"

 I could only nod my head. I was having a good time, and anticipated how he would tie me next. He released my legs and chest, untying them slowly to not mess up the ropes. He then released my wrists from the ladder. He then untied my arms that were aching from being bent up so far. He took my wrists and tied them in front of me. I winced a little because he tied them tightly, crossed and recrossed in rope. 

He flipped the bracket as he unhooked the ladder from its base. He told me to slide under the table. He then laid down on the table bench and took rope and tied my chest to the table support leg near the middle of the table. He then tied my waist to it as well, leaving my tied wrists free. He grunted at my bending of my arms. He grabbed the roll of duct tape, and starting from the ropes on my wrists, began winding the tape up my arms heading for my elbows. In a few minutes, he had crunched my upper arms together from upper elbows to wrists. Now I couldn't bend them. 

Now he did something I didn't like. "You don't need these", he said. He grabbed my swimming trunks and pulled them off, leaving me only in my white briefs. I was not happy about that, but he had not released me from my gag yet. I realized that he wasn't going to either. I started to struggle to get my arms and wrists free in protest. But, he took another piece of duct tape and wrapped it twice around my eyes. This wasn't a cloth. If my hands couldn't reach it, I wasn't going to get it off. I really coudn't see what he was doing next. 

"You have nice legs for a guy." He said. I could just see him leering at my white underwear. Deep down, I was thinking that I hoped I put on a clean pair of briefs....... 

He took my ankles and crossed them and tied them tight. He then bound my legs at the ankles and below the knees and above them. He then took another roll of electrical tape, straddled my ankles and wrapped many strands around my thighs. 

"I think rope would slide off. This way, the tape will stay on.", he said. I heard him reattach the ladder to the bracket, and now I could imagine the table as a cage. But he wasn't through with me yet. He pulled my legs through the bottom ring of the ladder and tied them to it. He wrapped the rope between my ankles and underneath and there he tied the knot. He then pulled my arms as far as they would go. My back and waist, tied to the table pole just reached another ring of the ladder. He then wrapped another piece of rope between my wrists and tied them to the next rung of the ladder. They were just touching the bottom of the table. He checked my bindings and then left. I heard the truck start up again and we were on the way again. More coming soon!

 I found this amusing article in one of the Philippine newspapers while I was overseas and I'd like to share it with you

 Tickling enthusiasts will love it!

 "LONDON - Scientists may have unravelled a mystery which had puzzled them and millions of children for years - why is it impossible to tickle yourself?

 The Daily Telegraph said on Monday, the secret lies in the cerebellum, a region at the back of the brain which predicts the sensory consequences of movements and sends signals to the rest of the brain instructing it to ignore the resulting sensation.

 Sarah-Jayne Blakemore of the University College of London examined six volunteers using magnetic resonance imaging to scan their brains while their palms were tickled by a machine."

 (I wonder if they were tied up or otherwise strapped down... -mase) "The scan was repeated while they tickled their own palms.

 In the first case, the machine succeeded in tickling the volunteers because the cerebellum cannot warn the rest of the brain when the stimuli is external, evben if the brain knows it is about to be tickled.

 The mechanism once protected us against predators by distinguishing between stimuli we created ourselves and thoose generated externally."

 Wonderful - Now I know why people are ticklish. But still best to tie em down first....

 Have a nice (ticklish) day. 

 Then go online, open the browser and copy and paste here. Unless your system is very different from mine, it should still look pretty much the same.

 THEN you place a capital P between <> so it looks like this:

 ;that way it will space things out nicely and make it much easier to read.

 And btw, that was a terrific story - can't wait to read the rest.

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' i hope that came up. most people use capital letter's cuz its easier to do html with just the caps down. 

The tape I used was 4" wide and I wrapped it in my mouth and around my face about 7 times then tried to get out of it. 

This is what I found: 1) this tape moves with your mouth and if over your mouth, as I have done, seals it very effectively as it moves which ever way your lips move 2) it is so strong that you cannot close your mouth or bite it as it is made of fabric 3) you can get it off by doing the following: use your tongue to work around the edges of your mouth and the saliva will loosen the adhesive just enough for the tape to droop. 4)After doing that I was able to move my mouth enough to work the tape so it was looser. In your case your tongue would have done the preliminary work and your fingers would have been able to loosen it abit without having to reach for an end. I'm not saying that you would have gotten the tape off but that it would have been loose enough for you to have some conversation and comfort. Electrical tape is not really that flexible like most medical tapes and therefore if pulled too tightly can rip apart or be stretched so far it is useless. I hope that this answers your question as there are only three types of gags I cannot get out of and if you are interested I'd be happy to tell you. 

As the truck started up again, I was all ready trying to break free. As I feared, when ever the truck hit a small bump on the road, I hit my head on the bottom of the table. It didn't hurt, but it did become annoying. 

I once again had a hard time getting any leverage in the small space I was tied in. My hands wouldn't bend at the elbows because of the tape on them. And I know why he tied my body to the table post, because I couldn't reach my bound wrists with my teeth. Nor could I have anyway, because of the gag. I worked on my legs, hoping to be able to free them to get leverage to push the ladder away, or at least knock it off its hinges, but he tied them well and since they were resting on the bottom rung which was about 5-6 inches off the floor, I couldn't use them for any strength. Technically, I was balancing on my rear. 

This time, there was no place to rub the blindfold off. And, the gag was tightly wrapped around my mouth. I did try to chew some of it off, but all that got me was a sore jaw. Once again, I was completely helpless. I would try to work the ropes off my wrists, but a lot of the tape was over the ropes, and I couldn't reach that far back because of the ladder rung hindered my ability to stretch for the knots. So, I just tried to keep my balance with the moving truck. I must have sat there an hour when I heard and felt the truck slow again. 

The truck stopped and the door opened. I didn't hear any other vehicles and decided that we were in the country away from any rest stop. But it was too soon to be at the campground.

 "Well, still tied? And you didn't get the gag or the blindfold off this time. So, what do you need?" He asked. I aaaaauuuuuuggggeeeed loudly (you don't Mmmmmppppphhhh when you have tape around your open mouth). Bob took the scissors, and finally, he took off my gag. "Thank God", I said. "I need to go to the can." 

"Well, we aren't near a gas station here. I think there is one at the next town, and we do need gas. But, I am going to untie you so you can go now. You will of course, still be tied and I will tie you up again when you return.", he bragged.

 It took him about five minutes to untie my legs and untie the ropes around my torso. He moved the ladder, and tied a piece of rope around my waist. He lead me still blindfolded to what sounded like a group of trees off the main road. For all I know, he lead me into a stadium full of people, but with my upper arms and wrists tied in front of me,he led me to a tree. He tied the rope around a branch and there I relieved my self. I am not sure what he did, but he came back in a couple of minutes. In that time, I struggled to get out of my wrists. But it was hopeless. I couldn't find the start of the tape, and this duct tape was tough. I couldn't escape. He returned and gave me a drink of water, and them led me back to the truck and le me inside. 

I just stood their bound in front of him. I guess he was thinking about what to do with me. He then took scissors and cut the tape holding my upper arms together. He then led me to the ladder and said: "Climb."

 I pulled at my bound wrists and they were still well tied. Only my teeth were going to get the ropes off, and I am sure he wasn't going to let me do that. So, I climbed up the ladder slowly and crawled onto the bunk bed. He followed me up to the middle. He then grabbed my ankles, and tied them crossed. I winced as he pulled them tight. He then tied them to a handle at the bottom of the bed. I was hoping he was just going to tied my arms above my head so I could stretch out. He untied my wrists, and then told me to roll over on my stomach. He then pulled both wrists behind me. He looped my wrists and then tied a really tight knot. He then wrapped my wrists, crossing the ropes all around, then tied another knot around them. 

He rolled me on my stomach. He took more rope and tied one piece to my upper arm. He centered me on the bunk bed and tied it to the bunk bed railing. He crawled halfway on top of me and took another piece of rope and strung it through some bracket a long the wall over the cab. He then tied the rope, streching out my elbows and pulled. He then tied it off. I was stuck right in the middle of the bunk bed, with my elbows tied separately to opposing sides of the bed. I now couldn't roll over. He then took his time tying my legs together better. He tied my knees and calves tightly. Then, he took a piece of rope, lifted up my stomach, and tied it around my waist. Bob then pulled it down, underneath my private parts, and then around again and pulled me backwards to where my ankles were tied. He untied my ankle rope from the handle, and tied my crotch rope to it. It further held me in place. But he wasn't done yet.

 He then took a small piece of rope, and bound my wrists to the crotch rope. Satisfied with my hands, he then lifed my ankles up to the ceiling. There wasn't more than about two feet of space here. He bent them toward me and I was afraid he was going to tie them to my hands for a nasty hog tie. But he took the connecting rope from my ankles and must have found another handle on the ceiling, because he bound them there. I was now hog tied, my feet tied to the ceiling. But, at least it wasn't an uncomfortable one. 

I think he made a mistake here, but he didn't gag me. I don't think he could have gotten to me, as the ropes had now pulled me directly in the center of the bed. If he could have gagged me, it wouldn't have been a good one. But that didn't stop him from telling me he would. 

"Now, here is my plan. You aren't going to be gagged. But, I have to get gas at the next stop. So, if you make a lot of noise, both of us could be in a lot of trouble. So be quiet."

 Now, I could have gotten him in a lot of trouble, but then I would also have to explain why I was bound in the back of a truck with just my underwear on. So, I told him I would be quiet. "Besides, I bet I can get out of this one," I said. I shouldn't have said that. He then went about my ropes with more rope. He tied another piece of rope on my wrists and pulled them down to the end of my crotch rope and tied them to the same bracket as my waist rope. He managed to fit a piece of rope around my chest, pulled it tight and pulled it through the same handle as my feet. It pulled my all ready bound elbows tight against my body. It slightly lifted me off the mattress. Now, I was really tied. As a last measure, he took another piece, attached it to my knees and also pulled it down the bed and tied it to the bracket where my hand rope and crotch rope were tied. I coudln't move in any direction as much as an inch. He slapped my behind twice and left the camper. I heard it lock.

 Now, I love having my hands tied behind me. And I set myself up for a challange. Usually, I could get out of rope work where my hands were tied behind me. Most people don't do it that well. I was still blindfolded, but I felt I could get loose without seeing where I was tied. I was unsure where the knots were. I deep down felt that if I could get my wrists free, I could escape this bondage. And I knew instinctively that I only had about an hour and a half to go before we were there at the campsite. So, I got to work.............. The final chapter coming soon! 

 Things went pretty well at first, but I soon noticed that Chrissy was mad at me. As it was approaching their bedtime I asked her several times what was wrong, and she finally blurted out "You always do special stuff with Michael, but not with me."

 This allegation was just not true, since I always tried to give them equal attention, but being ten I didn't think of attempting to explain this. Instead, I started to get a bit peeved myself and replied with a rather brusque "Like what?"

 She really didn't want to come out of her pout, but I finally wormed it out of her that Mikey had told her about the new game we had played last time when she was spending the night with friends. At first I couldn't think of what she was talking about. Then I realized she meant me tying Mikey up, and I told her it wasn't a game exactly, but more along the lines of a punishment. "Yeah, right," was the reply I got.

 Exasperated, I asked her if she wanted me to tie her up. She just shrugged and looked away, but I spotted the little affirmative grin she was trying to hide. I asked her if Mikey had told her everything about our game and told her that Mikey wound up getting tickle tortured. She responded with a sharp "So?".

 "What if I tickle you?"

 "So?" She said again.

 "Well, what if I don't stop when you want me too?" "So? You can tickle me crazy if you want to. I'm not afraid of a little tickle session. It's fun." I was just as amazed at her response as I had been the week before with Mikey's. O. K., I told her, let's go. Since Chrissy's bed had a solid headboard and no footboard to which she could be tied, I asked Mikey if we could play in his bedroom . He easily agreed. I don't think he cared what Chrissy and I did as long as it kept me occupied so he could stay up past his bedtime. He went back to watching TV while we headed up to his room.

 When we got there I told Chrissy to lie down in the middle of the bed while I grabbed the jumprope and ties, which were right where I left them in Mikey's closet. I decided to try doing it differently this time and used Mikey's neckties to tie her hands, so I could spread her arms farther apart. I tied her right hand first, and while I was tying her left I noticed her trying to wriggle her other wrist loose. She looked a little concerned that she couldn't. She told me later that she thought she'd be able to get loose if she really wanted to, and was surprised when she found herself securely fastened. I used the jumprope to tie her ankles together to the spokes of the footboard. She was a bit taller than Mikey, so her feet stuck out a little over the end of the bed (It was a child size bed).

 She was starting to look a little dubious about her little adventure. I didn't blame her, since she was beginning to realize how firmly fastened she was and how many tickle spots her sleeveless midriff top and bare feet left unprotected under the circumstances. I guess I was a little worried myself about playing so rough with a girl (hey- I was only ten and had no concept of equal rights), so I asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this.

 "I don't care," she said. But I again got that little suppressed grin that told me she was actually having fun. So I continued.

 I was feeling a bit akward about it, because unlike the test of wills I had with Mikey, I really didn't have a reason to torment her. The only thing I could come up with was that I wanted her to say "I'm sorry" for being mad at me all evening (pretty lame, I know).

 "No way!" she said.

 "We'll just see about that," I replied, and so we started.

 She burst into giggles and said "No fair! I didn't say you could use feathers!"

 "Only one feather," I replied, "and besides, I didn't ask you."

 She was cute as a button as she scrunched up her widely grinning face, eyes closed, and let out a playful little "Ohhhhhh!", obviously trying to control the sensations. An attempt that failed, since she immediately broke into a steady giggle. I decided that just making her giggle wasn't going to do it, so I put down the feather and used my fingers to lightly trace quick little random patterns. This got her laughing so loud she could hardly speak when, after a few minutes, I asked her if she was sorry yet.

 "Nohoho," she laughed.

 I stopped and went to sit on the edge of the bed and started on her stomach and sides with first the feather and then my fingers. She was laughing heartily and bouncing exaggeratedly on the bed, giving every indication of having fun with her 'ordeal'. After a bit I again asked her if she was ready to say she was sorry and she not only refused, but started making suggestions!

 "Try the feather on my tummy some more, that was fun," she said, "and then tickle my feet again, but just fingers."

 I complied with her wishes for a while, but soon decided I was getting nowhere, so I moved up toward the top of the bed and tried her brother's most ticklish spot, hoping for the same reaction from her. I got it. As soon as I began tickling under her arms she arched her back and shrieked. I had her screaming with laughter.

 Tears were rolling down her cheeks when I said "Well?"

 She was laughing too hard to speak and just shook her head no. Finally, after about twice the time that her brother had held out she shouted out "I'm Sohaharry!"

 I stopped and untied her and as soon as she was loose she jumped at me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She told me afterwards that she and Mikey often played "tickle games" when they were bored and she enjoyed them just as much as he did. I think, judging by her reactions, that she liked being tickled even more than Mikey did.

 Those were the only times I actually tied them up, although they got their revenge on me once, and one time I got them rolled up and hlepless in a blanket. 

Bobby, my friend and neighbor, a few months younger than I, were going to play in his dad's "hobby house". Bobby's dad had a small house in the neighborhood that he was, as a hobby, fixing up, doing all the walls and plumbing and so forth. He only worked on it on weekends, so it took years for him to complete it. I guess he was going to sell it. 

We met one weekday afternoon, and I had been working on a dice game which I had developed with my cousin ED while staying at his house a few weeks ago. In the game, a dice was rolled four times: once to determine how the "victim" was going to be dressed, once to determine how the "victim" was going to be tied up, once for gagging/blindfolding, and once for time. I won't list the whole game but the reader will get the idea. 

Bobby and I had played this game before, and now he wanted to add a "torture" to the game: squirt gun zapping! We'd pretend the squirt guns were torture rays. Bobby turned on the air conditioning and we began. 

I rolled first: a 4 (swimming trunks), a 3 (hands and feet tied), a 3 (blindfold) and I think I rolled for about half an hour. Bobby rolled a 5 (little swim trunks, like speed-o's, which we called Olympic Swimming Trunks), a four (hogtie, though we didn't call it that then), a 3 (blindfold) and I think 20 minutes or so. Thus, each person determines, by the roll of the single die, his own fate. Finally, we'd roll for who wins. My die beat Bobby's and he offered a trade (trades can be offered but if an agreement can't be reached, the original dice roll stands) -- he'd go to a loincloth (6) if I'd back his tying up to a 3 (hands and feet). I agreed. 

Bobby changed into his little loincloth (See "Ropes and Loincloths", August 2000 archives) which leaves a boy feeling quite disadvantaged, and I crossed his wrists behind him and tied them securely. I then tied his ankles and put him on the kitchen floor. After blindfolding him, I went to fill up both water pistols while he squirmed around trying to get loose. Then I let him have it! 

I squirted his head, his face, his chest and belly, and his legs. I managed to soak the loincloth, a pistol in each hand, pausing only to reload. He was laughing like crazy because, being ticklish (he was quite ticklish, unlike me) the squirt gun was tickling the heck out of him. He rolled back and forth and it looked really cool, the prisoner wearing only a rag and squirming helplessly. (I might explain that the loincloth, which Bobby invented while watching a Tarzan movie, consisted of a strip of cloth tied around the waist and a longer, wider piece of cloth passed under the "belt" in front, looping over in front, the other end passing between the legs and under and over the "belt" in back, forming a "flap" in front and back but now allowing anything to show. The loincloth left the sides almost bare.)

 After a short time, the timer went off and (we decided to take turns this time, rather than rolling again if the victim doesn't get free) I untied him for my turn. 

I rolled a 4 (swimming trunks) and a 2 (hands tied behind) and a 5 (blindfold and gag) and a 45 minute time limit (uh-oh). I put on my trunks and Bobby got dressed (except for his shirt, which by general rule remained off). He tied my hands behind me (I could never get my hands in front, despite my slender body, by slipping them over my butt...I guess my arms were too short or my body too long) and stuffed a rolled up cloth in my mouth, and tied it in tight. He blindfolded me and led me into a bedroom which hadn't been carpeted. I got to run around, carefully avoiding banging into anything, blindfolded and gagged (I pushed the gag out about halfway through the exercise) with my hands tied behind me, while Bobby soaked me with the squirt gun. Wow, that water was cold! Brrrrr! 

Bobby wrestled me to the floor and began tickling me, to little avail...sorry readers, but I just wasn't ticklish...while I rolled around and pretended to be captured and tortured. After some minutes of this, I managed to free my hands and pulled off my blindfold and untied the gag from around my neck. Now it was Bobby's turn! 

Well, Bobby rolled a two (shirt off & barefoot) but rolled a 6 for the tying part, which meant essentially that I could tie him up anyway I wanted to! He rolled a time of I think 40 minutes or something; the gag/blindfold part didn't mean anything since he rolled a 6 on the tying part. "Now you're my complete prisoner!" I said. I announced that he would be tied up in his wet loincloth again (which he didn't mind at all...he loved being captured and stripped to a loincloth) and he went to change. When he returned, I tied his hands behind him and blindfolded him, and took him to the basement where there was a big metal pole. I tied his bound wrists to the pole behind him, tied his arms to the pole, and tied his knees to the pole. I tugged on the loincloth so it came a bit lower on his waist, threatening to remove it (to his fervent protestations) and gagged him with a rope through a piece of garden hose, what I guess you'd call a "bit" gag nowadays. It didn't prevent speech, but it looked gruesome. Adding some clothesline to his ankles and tying his arms further to the pole by putting the rope almost up to his armpits and tying it behind him, he now could not sit, squat, turn, or avoid my tortures. Of course, the whole time I was gloating over my helpless, nearly-naked prisoner. But instead of using the squirt gun, after tying him, I had another "torture" in mind for him.

Bobby played the part of the tortured captive quite well...he squirmed, fought the ropes, yanked, and his fingers were reaching for mad at the knots he could neither see nor feel. He was laughing hysterically, and finally he begged me to stop. We didn't have "safe words" back then, but we agreed that when something became painful or hurt too much, we'd stop. After his time was up, I untied him and we rested for a bit. The fact that the air conditioner was running full blast didn't help matters much. 

When it was my turn, I rolled a 1 (keep your clothes but shirt is off) and a four (hogtie) and a six (blindfold and gag) and a six (2 hours!). Bobby knew I couldn't stand a hogtie (which we called "hands tied behind, feet tied to hands" because we didn't know the word for hogtie back then) and made a deal. I ended up in my loincloth (making me feel quite helpless and "naked" anyway), my hands tied behind me, my feet tied, and blindfolded without gag. Bobby wrestled me around, pretending to beat me up and torture me, and finally began soaking me with those cursed squirt guns. I was unable to free myself, but was having a blast rolling around on the floor, tied up, and pretending to be captured. Bobby kept telling me how "cool" I looked stripped to a loincloth. By then, the loincloth was fairly well open on the sides and I was unable to do anything about it. Thank God we weren't playing with girls! I had begun to play TUG's with one of my girl cousins and wondered how to modify the dice roll for girls' clothes. 

Anyway, it was getting late, so Bobby untied me and we changed back into our street clothes, turned off the lights and air conditioning, locked the house and left. I was wondering, as we rode away on out bikes, what fun I could have with Brenda and/or Darlene (my cousins) if I could get them into Bobby's dad's "hobby house" someday. 

More stories when I get the chance. By the way, if a few people are interested, I'll post the rules to the game I invented with my cousin Ed and eventually played with several of my Tugger friends. 

 Nancy was 16 about 5’8, with long, dark hair and brown eyes. Alicia was also age 16, 5’1, also with long dark hair and green eyes. Anne was age 17, 5’4 , a fiery , long haired redhead with green eyes. Renne was age 16, also 5’4 had long curly brown hair and was slightly “bigger “figure wise, compared to the other girls.

 The day before the kidnapping, we had driven out to Anne’s house outside the city to watch videos and hang out. For some strange reason, Jimmy’s mother had shown up out there and was visiting with Anne’s mother. Jimmy had invited everyone to go see a movie at the theater he was a projectionist at. Then he invited me and another friend, Marty to crash over at his place afterwards. We were discussing this around Jimmy’s mother and she said. “I don't think it’s such a good idea for you to have friends overtonight. Don't you have to open the theater early tomorrow afternoon?” Jimmy somehow convinced his mother that he had pulled late nights with his friends before and it was no big deal. His mother just gave him the “Whatever” look and dropped the issue. We didn't think anything about what had transpired until much later.

 I went back to my house to inform my mother that I would be out again on this Friday night. Before I left, she made this comment about me wearing jeans and that Id be more comfortable if I wore shorts because the next day would be a scorcher. I wondered why my mother was almost insisting that I wear shorts when going out. usually it was the other way around. She also reminded me that I should wear boxers instead of my bikini briefs since I was staying over at someone else’s place. Slightly annoyed, with her remarks, I said goodbye to mother and headed to the theater. After the movie, Jimmy wanted his friends to help him with his closing duties, which included changing the marquee out front. All the girls chickened out for some strange reason and left early. So it was just, Marty, Jimmy, and I. Renee had to work that night and was unable to come. But, I missed her just the same. I tried calling her place but nobody answered. Later on, Jimmy, marty and I went driving around and went by her place but couldn't see her car in the driveway but someone’s truck was there. We thought it was a neighbor’s but thought nothing of it. Back at Jimmy’s we watched videos. Then Marty announced that he had to leave early because he had to be at work early the next morning. He pulled me aside and said “I’m not supposed to tell you this but you and Jimmy will be kidnapped by the girls early tomorrow morning and taken to breakfast. Don't breathe a word of this to Jimmy.” After we went to bed, Jimmy to his own room, me on the living room couch, I wondered just what they had in store for us. Was this why my mother and Jimmy’s mother as well were acting funny. Were they in on this?

 At 4:30 am, I found out what our fate would be. I heard a loud rap on the door. It woke up Jimmy’s dog, who proceeded to jump on the couch and lick me in the face. Jimmy’s mother was also awake and said “Isn't someone going to answer that?” Since nobody would volunteer, she took matters in her own hands. She opened the door and I saw Nancy, Alicia, Anne,and Renee. All the girls but Renee were wearing bluejeans and black T-shirts. Sara was wearing a pair of green gym shorts and a large, white T- shirt. She was also wearing a bandanna that hung around her neck. On her head was a paper Burger King crown. She was not one of the kidnappers but a kidnapee as well. What was our fate to be? “Rise and shine, boys.” Nancy said. Then she and Jimmy’s mother went to his bedroom to wake him while the rest remained in the living room. Anne asked me “Are you descent?” Before I could respond for them to give me a second to get dressed, Renee, drunkenly stumbled over to me and yanked the sheets off, revealing me only in bikini briefs! She then tried to lay on the sofa with me. It was more than obvious that she was drunk. Alicia pulled Renee off me and pulled her wrists behind her back. Renee protested, “You said that you wouldn't tie us up!” Anne responded, “That was before you tried to grope your boyfriend in public.We cant have any of that.” While Alicia bound Renee’s wrists with a coil of nylon rope they had brought along for the occasion, Anne told me to get dressed. I could wear my shorts, and T- shirt , but no shoes. After I was dressed, Anne said “Your turn big guy, stand, up, turn around and put your hands behind your back.”. Being a good sport and trusting her, I complied . She crossed my wrists and wrapped rope around them, alternately cinching them. When she ran out rope, she tightly knotted the loose ends in several knots. I hadn't been tied up since I was 10 and the feeling was more intense now than it had been. Nancy,Alicia, Anne and Renee had all been in the same Girl Scout troop when they were younger and probably learned their tying skills there.

 After Anne tied my wrists,she placed a paper crown on my head.I noticed that Renee had been reblindfolded by Alicia. First with the bandanna that hung around her neck. Then cotton balls were placed beneath the bandanna, so that she couldn't see out the bottom of the blindfold. She then tied the bandanna tighter to insure that the cotton balls wouldn't fall out.Before Anne blindfolded me in the same fashion, I saw, Jimmy being led into the living room by Nancy and his mother. He was wearing his usual sleep attire, a pair of gym shorts and a white T-shirt. He was also crowned and blindfolded. His own mother, who was a bit of a prankster herself, took his wrists and tied them behind his back. Jimmy thought it was his girlfriend tying him up and said “Please, Nancy, no kinky stuff in front of my mother.” This produced a variety of laughs. Then it was my turn to have my vision removed. After I was blindfolded, I then felt myself being led by Anne outside with the others. I wondered if anyone could see us at this time of the morning and what they were thinking. I felt myself being guided into a car. Anne told me to watch my head as I got in. I felt more like I was on COPS and being arrested, so I sang the “Bad boys” theme, which produced more laughter from everyone else. Once inside the car, someone buckled me in. I felt someone next to me. It was Renee. I assumed that Jimmy was in Nancy’s car. Renee just, leaned her body against mine and grasped my bound hands with hers. This got a response from Alicia who said”Hey no hanky panky back there!” As we rode, I wondered where were they taking us? Surely I-Hop or Denny’s would frown on the girls bringing us in , barefoot ,blindfolded, and bound.

 Sometime later , the car stopped. By this point the cotton had come loose from my blindfold and I could see out the bottom. I could see a side walk as I was helped out of the car and guided towards a building. I thought I saw shopping carts. They weren't going to take us in a supermarket? But, that’s exactly what they were doing. Once inside, I felt as if I was on parade. Not that many people were shopping this early on a Saturday morning. The girls removed our blindfolds and we saw that we were in the supermarket where Marty worked as a stock boy . He had apparently gotten the permission of the night manager for the girls to bring us here. We were quite a sight, in our sleep clothes, bound and crowned,being led though the store by our captors. The only other people in the store were the employees and not very many of them at that. They were all our age and were cracking up when they saw us in our condition.The checker even tried to ring us up as sale items.

 Once our captors had bought the needed items for breakfast, we were led back outside. Anne decided that Renee and I might try to untie each other so we were separated. I was put in the front seat, next to Alicia, while Renee remained in back with Anne. Anne blindfolded both of us, this time adding a shoe lace which was tied around our bandannas to guarantee that the cotton balls would definitely stay put.

 As we rode to our next destination, Alicia said. “Renee was quiet talkative when we picked her up. She had been drinking with this other man who was staying at her place. I wonder what her boyfriend would have to say about that?” Renee responded, “I don't have a boyfriend.” This got me riled up. I asked , “Then who am I? “ This conversation quickly degenerated into a lover’s spat. This was ended by a hand going over my mouth, presumably Anne’s. Apparently her other hand was over Renee’s mouth because I could hear her mmmphs. “Children’s this isn't the time or place to fight. I‘m going to have to do something about that.” Before I could say anything, I heard Renee let out another “mm mph!” as she was apparently gagged by Anne. I had received the same treatment as she reached behind me and gagged me with what felt like a bandanna, tightly pulled between my lips and tied at the nape of my neck. Then ,I heard the sound of ripping duct tape. At least three strips were placed over the bandanna gag, covering my mouth. I heard Anne doing the same to Renee. “There, now it should be peaceful in this car. We're outside of the city limits, it’s still dark, so nobody will notice that you're bound and gagged out here.” At that point, I had a good idea of where we're being taken, Anne’s house.

 When the car stopped, we were hauled outside by Anne and Alicia. I heard another care pull up and car doors slam. Followed by Jimmy trying to guess where he was. We were led inside. I heard Nancy ask “Why did you guys gag them already?”, referring to Renee and I Jimmy responded, “There’s no way I'm letting you gag mmmmm!” as he was apparently gagged as well.After this I felt myself being led into Anne house and down the stairs into into her basement. Anne told me to lie on the floor on my stomach. I then felt her tie my ankles, in a similar fashion to my wrist bonds. The she tied another rope to my wrists, brought my ankles up and tied the rope to my ankles. I hadn't been hogtied since I was 8 and I was loving every minute of this! When she finished, I even thought I felt her give me what felt like a small kiss on the cheek. I didn't have much time to enjoy the pleasant feeling of being bound. I felt the sudden shock of the soles of my feet being tickled. Jimmy and Renee were emitting similar squeals of muffled laughter at the same time, indicating that they were being tickled too. At one point there was 2 people tickling me. One on the feet, another on my sides. Then, suddenly it stopped. I heard the girls whispering. I was released from my hogtie, my ankles were freed and I was hauled to my feet and led up the stairs. Anne removed my gag and blindfold, then untied my hands. I asked “What’s up?” She answered “As you know, we found your sweetheart with another man this morning,purely by accident. She also made a drunken confession that you were not her boyfriend. I know that’s gotta hurt. As a friend, we just don't think she should be treating you this way. So, we're giving you a chance to even the score. You're now on the side of the captors. We went back down into the basement where I helped give Renee the most intense tickling of her life. She had no idea what was happening, neither did Jimmy, since they were still blindfolded.

 About that time, Anne’s mother called down to say that breakfast was ready. I started to ask Anne if we were going to untie our prisoners and she put a finger to her lips. I guess she didn't want the others to know that I had switched sides. while Nancy and Alicia released Jimmy from his hogtie, Anne and I did the same for Renee. Then we marched our prisoners upstairs to the dining room. We sat Jimmy and Renee down in chairs at the table. I followed Nancy’s lead on tying Jimmy at the chest and ankles, and tied Renee in the same fashion. When breakfast was served, the captors ate first, letting Renee and Jimmy smell the Belgian waffles, bacon, biscuits, and gravy. I had to make my self not say anything or Jimmy and Renee would figure out what was going on and accuse me of being a traitor Then it was our turn to feed them. I sat next to Renee and removed her gag. She whined“When are you going to untie us? This is getting.. mmph!” I placed a bite of Belgian waffle in her mouth to silence her. Basically, I kept her too busy eating or drinking to say much. After we fed Jimmy and Renee, Nancy said, that it was safe to release them. Alicia untie Renee while Nancy untied Jimmy. Anne pretended as if she had just untied me. We all hugged each other, thanked Anne’s mother for cooking our breakfast, and then were taken back home.

 In the aftermath, Renee felt so embarrassed about being caught with another man that we split up soon after I found out that she had several “boyfriends" and neither one knew about the other until this untimely incident.The consolation was that my friendship with Anne grew after the kidnapping. She really knew how to look out for her friends, not to mention tie a mean knot. But, that didn't make her immune from the retaliation that Jimmy and I planned for her, Nancy, and Alicia the next year.

When I was a young teen, I was desperately turned on by bondage, and played whatever tie-up games I could with my friends. I didn't want them to think I was weird by enjoying it, so I didn't push the envelope too much. I tied up my sister and a couple other girl friends on occasion, but that was becoming less and less frequent as I grew older. I regularly engaged in self-bondage scenarios, and even resorted to tying myself up under my clothes, and then going for a walk at night, and possibly ditching my clothes to feel exposed and vulnerable. But enough about me.

I was enrolled in a lifesaving course at the YMCA in the winter when I was 15 or 16. I'm not sure why; I remember I was a Boy Scout, so that's probably the reason (merit badge certification). As it turned out, one of my neighbors also enrolled, and our parents decided to carpool together. Their daughter wanted to be a lifeguard next year at a local pool. This was a welcome surprise, as I had not figured to know anyone there, let alone someone I thought was attractive.

The girls name was Lisa, and she was a couple years older than me (17-18). She was one of those people who lit up a room. She had dark hair and eyes, and already had a voluptuous figure for a teenager. I used to spy on her on weekends in the summer, as she tanned in her back yard. We were acquaintances, but not really friends. She knew Lori pretty well (see previous posts), so we were familiar with one another. I don't know why we really never hit it off; probably the age difference.

The class itself was pretty boring. Maybe 15 teenagers, and only a couple girls. Once a week meetings, reading, and homework. Once we got to the hands-on part, it was a little more interesting. The moment in particular that strikes me was when we were learning how to secure someone to a back-board in case they had suffered a back or neck injury. I remember I was excited when the description called for virtually no movement, including the head. When we hit the pool and the teacher asked for volunteers to be the "victim", I raised my hand quickly.

To my surprise, I was not selected. Lisa, standing next to me, was beaming and had raised her hand. The teacher selected her, and I ashamedly lowered my hand, having realized that only one other person volunteered. I guess I felt intimidated by volunteering to be tied up with guys present. Anyway, we hit the pool, and went through the motions to secure Lisa. She had on a dark, one-piece swimsuit, and was positioned on the board, floating in the shallow end. The board was 6 or 7' long, with slots cut into the sides for tying and carrying. We used nylon straps and cloth strips (or bandages, I'm not sure which) to secure her, and a neck brace. I remember her staring at the ceiling while most of the guys made lame jokes. She ended up tightly secured to the board, with something tied across her body every six inches or so, from her forehead to her ankles. We were all wet, obviously, and I remember staring at her chest until I noticed her staring back at me. I could see her nipples pushing against the suits thin fabric, and they were quite noticeable. Eventually we had to untie her, but I'm sure she enjoyed the touching and attention.

The rest of the class was not particularly interesting. The thing that struck me recently was my perception of that series of events. I was turned on by the project and wanted to be tied up, and then felt ashamed that I thought everyone realized that because I volunteered. It was a bonus to help tie Lisa up, and I hadn't seen it coming. She had a great body, and it was great fun securing her repeatedly, as tightly as possible. What I just realized now, as an adult, is that maybe Lisa wanted to be tied up as much as I did. (Sorry, I was a self-involved teenager). It never occurred to me to pursue that further, and I wonder what might have happened if I did. Makes you wonder if other neighborhood kids played games with her that I might have enjoyed, and if her husband ties her up today. Just thought I'd share that one. Thanks.

It works an it is impossible to get your hands free 

2) another way is to thread a rope through the belt loops put the person's hands at either side of the body...tie securely then continue to thread the rope through the rest of the belt loops and tie at the front. 

simple but effective AND IT WORKS!!!!!!!!!!!

 If you ever read my story which I posted here a long time ago about being literally "roped" in to tie up a magician on stage (b...d escaped too, it was magic) in front of my (very attractive) first girlfriend, then you will definitely know the feeling.

 And to think how impressed she was I had the nerve to go up there and just do it... I remember the way she was hanging off my arm the rest of the day after his act had finished.

 Having said that, when I was 18, bondage was already a big thing for me but I was SO scared to tell anybody that lest they think I was weird or perverted..... No support groups, few books and NO internet!! (no such thing as the WWW back then.)

 Anyway, sadly I never did have the guts to ask Lisa (that was her name) if I could tie her up.

 But now that I look back on it (isn't hindsight a wonderful thing?) I should have realised I had a golden opportunity to tie her up follwing the magician's act - all I had to do was push the right buttons ("I bet if I tied YOU up, you would never have gotten free." Nice stuff like that. Knowing her, I bet she would have risen to that challenge...)

 but I never did.... Boo hoo

 And to be honest, she was the kind of girl who I am sure would have gone along with it.

 Life is full of 'maybe's' and 'what if's' and those (not tying Lisa) are real biggies.

 Oh well... There is always a next time.

The 12 year old boy must like being helpless, because a few weeks before this we were at another youth function and I was unloading things out of the trunk of my car. When he saw it open he calmly got inside, lay down and said, "Somebody lock me in!" I just laughed and walked away. When I got about 20 feet away from the car, I heard the trunk close. He had actually locked himself in the trunk. I walked back to the car and asked if he wanted to be let out. His muffled voice said, "I don't care." I said, "OK, I'll just leave you locked in there for a while then." I acted like I was going to walk away, expecting him to protest, but instead I heard him say, "Cool! I want to ride home in here." I got my keys and let him out of the trunk, and took him home. Does anyone else know kids who like to be locked in car trunks, or is he just weird?) 

The 12 year old boy must like being helpless, because a few weeks before this we were at another youth function and I was unloading things out of the trunk of my car. When he saw it open he calmly got inside, lay down and said, "Somebody lock me in!" I just laughed and walked away. When I got about 20 feet away from the car, I heard the trunk close. He had actually locked himself in the trunk. I walked back to the car and asked if he wanted to be let out. His muffled voice said, "I don't care." I said, "OK, I'll just leave you locked in there for a while then." I acted like I was going to walk away, expecting him to protest, but instead I heard him say, "Cool! I want to ride home in here." I got my keys and let him out of the trunk, and took him home. Does anyone else know kids who like to be locked in car trunks, or is he just weird?) 

This game I've seen the two of them play before. What was new this time was, the conversation I overheard between them, as he struggled in her tight grip so vigorously that her shoes slipped right off her feet.

Boy: "Your shoes fell off!"

Girl: "You think I need new shoes?"

Boy: "Yeah... (pant, pant)..." (Squirming and struggling in her tighthold)

Girl: "Or do you think I'd have trouble finding new shoes?"

Boy: "Yeah, you'd have trouble finding new shoes... 'Cause your feet are too large! (puff, pant)" (Thrashing and rocking in a vain effort to break free of her hands wrenched back tight into his midsection)

Girl: "Oh, I don't know about that! I don't think my feet are too large... Do you?"

The young boy then kept struggling for a while to break free of her tighthold, before she finally let him go.

Like I say, I've seen this 13 year old girl (actually, going on 14) and this 4 year old boy playing at this funny game of "tighthold and struggle" several times in recent months. You see them doing it at public gatherings, you see them doing it at someone's house. Though sometimes the boy doesn't struggle, I remember one time seeing them watching softball together, and she was tightholding him with her huge hands winched back so tight into his stomach that the back of her outer hand was in deeper than the normal "surface level" of his stomach, and he was just sitting there getting tightheld like that.

Moreover-- this girl happens to be this boy's regular babysitter... Yikes!!!

And just this weekend, things got "curiouser and curiouser"... I was over at a party at this girl's folks' house. It was the first time I'd been inside their place, so this girl's mother was giving me the grand tour. She showed me around upstairs, the bathroom and various bedrooms, and...

"Oh," said her mother, "and here's Annie's room."

Without so much as knocking, the mother silently swung open the door to her daughter's bedroom, and we walked in. There this 13 year old girl was, lying on her bed with her gigantic bare feet propped up in the air, her toenails painted an electric blue. She was reading some children's book to the 4 year old boy, who was curled up with her on the bed, and most peculiarly, she had her large hand tightclamped over the boy's mouth, her palm gripped square across his lips, her thumb up along the side of his nose. The boy's eyes looked out at us, but the girl was engrossed in reading the book to him, and it was several seconds before she realized we were in the room.

When the girl saw us, she didn't let the boy go, she didn't even act flustered, she simply said to her mother, "Peter said my feet need army boots."

Her mother: "Peter, are you making fun of Annie's feet again?"

Peter: "Mmmmmmmmmhh, wwwmmmmmmmm..."

I looked around the room. The girl's mother pointed out to me a clever closet arrangement, and explained how they had repainted the walls blue-- "Annie's favorite color." And Annie returned to reading the book to the silenced Peter. A good minute later, when we finally turned to go, Annie was lying there with her big hand still clamped firmly over Peter's mouth for making fun of her feet.

Her mother: "Annie, aren't you going to let him go?"

Annie: "Not until he apologizes."

Her mother: "Well, how will he be able to apologize, if you keep holding his mouth?"

Annie, suddenly coy as only a 13 year old girl can be: "I dunno..."

Annie's mother sighed. She and I walked out into the hallway. Stifled groaning noises followed us, as Peter's hopes of rescue receded.

Behind us, Annie: "Are you sorry, or are you tired of breathing?"

Peter: "MMMMMMMMMMHH!"

Her mother: "Anne Marie, you make sure he's able to breathe."

Annie: "Mom, could you get me that roll of sports tape?"

Her mother: "ANNIE!!" Under her breath she muttered, "That girl..." Then she closed the door to her daughter's bedroom behind her.