Anyways if you could not find a girl there was always a guy floating around. My first tie up was with my next door nieghbour at age 9. She was 9 also, she was kinda thin tall and very nicely tanned. I was not attracted to her nor did I even like her (I think thats why we got on so well) Anyway my parents (and hers too) spent alot of time away from home. Mine not getting home until around 8-8.30 at night and hers around that same. We got home from school at 3.30. That is far to much spare time for a bondage obbsessed 9 year old. Up until now Kim (The nieghbour)and I had used tie ups as a from of interogation (Well she was bound and I teased her but hey?) On this day Kim came over and we were playing out in the yard and she just out of the blue asked me to tie her to the cloths line. Without to much fuss I went to the shed and grabbed some rope and came back. We were both cald in Shorts, T shirt and Barefooted as it was the beggining of summer.

Kim stood next to the cloths line and wrapped her hands behind it. I tied her hands wrapping around and around. Then I took another length of rope and tied it around her ankles and the post then. I then took a really really really long lenght of rope and tied one end around her ankles, and then yes you guessed it grabbed the other end and ran around and around the pole till I was standing next to Kim and a short piece in my hands. I tied it off and I stood back. We both started laughing instantly. I watched her struggle and struggle for a couple of hours each time I went to untie her she told me to leave her alone. So I did something I could not resist. I ran to the freezer and grabbed a piece of ice and ran back out. I showed Kim and said look at what I got. Her eyes turned double sized and looked at me. She played ignorant and asked what that was for. I just replied this and dropped it down her shirt front. Well she started screaming and jumping and what a sight. I ran behind her and clamped my hand over her mouth. After the Ice melted I untied her and she agreed to do it again. (Except with out the ice) She went home and cleaned up. It was going to be the start of a long bondage friendship which lasted some 10 years.

This isn't very interesting, but this is a true story...

When I was about 10 or 11 I used to hang out with the neighborhood gang...my sis and four neighbors. Any way, one of the kids, Nicky, was only 9. There were three brothers, Joe, John, and Jacob. That was our little gang. One day we were playing in this field that served as our park when we came across this tree. There was a little segment of rope wrapped around it. All of a sudden Nicky said something like ,"you guys could tie me up with that rope if you wanted." and so we did. What happened next was embarrasing to say the least. We had tied her ankles, but then she paniced or something and thrashed around. This freed one ankle, but tighted the rope around the other so she couldn't get free. She began to scream and cry and everything! She pulled and yanked, but made it tighter. With all her screaming and yelling, one of the neighbor's dad's heard her. He came over and cut the rope and we stood there like fools. We were, of course, stunned. The dad got mad and we dispersed. I still, to this day don't understand why she said that if she didn't want to.

Actually the boy is 6 years old-- blame it on a typo in a last minute global search and replace, I didn't catch it until it was already posted. And actually, he is a first cousin to the girl.

As for the way the girl tightholds the boy, at first glance it's just "kids roughhousing" or "girl holds boy on lap." The part of it I'd think would look strange to most people is, how extremely tight she is cinching her hands back into his stomach. I doubt it's more than just a kid's game to either of them, though both of them clearly enjoy it, and if anything the boy is the instigator.

As for that hand-over-mouth incident, the boy, despite a few playful noises, seemed to be somewhere between contentment and catnip. I suspect he didn't get himself into that predicament entirely by accident. The mother's laid-back reaction did astonish me, though as a guest in their home I could only stand there and gape. Also, I think Annie was trying to rattle her mother's chain-- don't you?

If you want to get down to details, Annie is tallish, trim, and quite athletic. She must stand 5'7" in her stocking feet. Her hands look a good eight inches long, three and a half inches wide, smooth and very nicely shaped, and strong. (This is a girl who opens jars for herself.) So when I say "large" hands, I mean long, broad, lean, and mean.

On Thursday of the final week of my stay, we played a bondage game that sort of degenerated into silliness (see my last story), but it was still fun, as always. Karen and I began the game as captors who abducted Becca and her brother Jim. Becca swore she would get back at us, and it didn't take her very long to do so. That evening, Karen ate dinner with us at my Aunt Jean's house. Since we were all planning to go for a early evening swim later, we had changed into our swim suits, which we wore during dinner. However, my Aunt Jean forbade us to go swimming immediately after we ate, so we had to wait before our swim.

Karen was barefoot, and wore only a T-shirt that covered her two-piece bathing suit--an outfit which I thought was pretty provocative, because since the hem of the shirt came down to her thigh, it appeared as if she forgot to put her pants on. I vividly recall watching Karen with rapt attention as she helped my Aunt Jean and Donna clean off the table, and how she would give me a little shy smile every now and then. I was shirtless and barefoot, clad only in my swim suit.

After the basic meal clean-up was done, Karen and I went outside, while Donna, Shirley and George were embroiled in yet more chores that was doled out to them by my aunt. Karen and I hung out on the back porch and chatted until Becca strode into the back yard. Barefoot, Becca wore a short-sleeved blouse with cut off denim shorts. She carried a wrinkled paper bag in her hands. When she saw us, she reached into the bag and pulled out a water pistol and pointed it at us.

"What do you want?" I jokingly asked her--even though I knew full well what she was after.

"Revenge," Becca said simply. "The both of you had better come with me, now."

All thoughts of going swimming vanished as Karen gave me an excited look, and we both stood and held our hands up. Becca ordered us to kneel on the grass side by side with our backs facing her. When we did this, she bent down behind us and bound my wrists together behind my back with a strand of clothesline rope that she fetched from her bag. Then she tied Karen's wrists behind her back with more rope. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw my Aunt Jean casually walk past the sliding door. Karen even whispered, "Oh no," under her breath. But Aunt Jean never noticed us.

After gagging each of us with tape, Becca then blindfolded us with handkerchiefs. Just when I was beginning to wonder if she was simply going to leave us bound and gagged on the grass, I felt Becca's hand grab my arm and help me to my feet. An excited chill ran up my spine when I realized that Karen and I would be led bound, gagged and blindfolded through the street over to her house. Thankfully, Becca was practically right next door to my Aunt Jean's.

Getting "kidnapped" while blindfolded like this can greatly enhance the experience for the captive. Not being able to see what was happening to you made it all that more exciting...and a little scary, as well. I had no choice but to "feel" my way through this abduction. As Becca walked us out of the backyard, I could feel the ground beneath my feet change from grass, to the smooth asphalt of the driveway, to the concrete of the sidewalk.

There was a funny moment (well, in retrospect, it's funny) when Becca abruptly said, "Wow, look at all of those people staring at us! Hi! How are you guys doing? Do you like my captives? This is Doug and this is Karen. They enjoy this kind of stuff. Really, they do!"

I let out a nervous chuckle under my gag while I heard Karen beside me let out a frightened--and muffled--little screech. Inwardly, I cringed at the thought of somebody outside of our little group bearing witness to me in bondage, but a part of me was a little thrilled, as well. After all, what could I do about it, anyway? Becca said later that there was actually nobody watching us, she simply made it up to get a rise from us. But Karen wasn't sure if Becca was telling the truth--because Karen said she was sure she heard people talking.

In any event, I soon felt the ground under my bare feet change from the concrete of the sidewalk to the smooth asphalt of a driveway--Becca's driveway, I had assumed. Then that changed to the cool feeling of floor tiles as I was led indoors. Becca's hand was on my arm the entire way, and she gave me a sharp tug to make me stop. While I stood there, I heard her say, "Turn this way...no, wait...."

I let out a laugh under my gag when I felt a bare foot step on my own. Karen let out a muffled giggle right next to me. My laughter was cut short when Becca abruptly grabbed the back of my neck with her hand. The little squeal Karen let out next to me told me that Becca also grabbed her by the neck, as well.

"Ok," Becca whispered. "There's a step right in front of you. Step down now. Another step. Another step...." And so Becca led us down the basement steps of her home, with Karen and I in front of her. When we reached the bottom, Becca told us to walk ahead--

--and Karen and I promptly walked straight into a closed door. Both Karen and I let out these low, angry groans under our gags.

"Whoops! Sorry!" Becca said with a giggle. "I forgot the door was shut."

Oh, yeah... right!

After she opened the door for us, Becca pushed Karen and me forward. The cool tiled surface of the steps was replaced by the threadbare carpeting of the rec room. But Becca kept pushing, and the floor's surface changed from carpeting to more cool, hard floor tile. This was where I was brought to a stop. Once I was made to lie face down on a soft surface, I realized that Becca led us into the spare bedroom they had in the basement. I heard Karen let out a grunt as she laid down next to me. Then, Becca crossed my ankles over one another and bound them together using the same type of rope that bound my wrists. When my legs were bound to her liking, I heard Becca tie up Karen's ankles.

"Okey-dokey," Becca said with a heavy sigh of satisfaction.

I laid there for several minutes, bracing myself for the tickle attack that would surely come. But when nothing happened, I decided to risk a peek. Since I lay with the side of my head pressed into the mattress, I rubbed my face against the bed until I brushed the blindfold up over my eyes. The blindfold was still wrapped around my head like a bandanna, but at least I could see. I immediately saw Karen lying on her stomach next to me. Her face was turned towards me, and her pretty brown eyes were still covered with the blindfold, and the lower half of her face was covered with tape. Her long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail. I rolled over on my side and saw that she was indeed, bound in the same fashion that I was: her wrists tied behind her back, and bare feet tied together at the ankles.

Becca had left us alone and shut the door, leaving us in darkness. A favorite bondage fantasy sprung to my mind: Jonny Quest (me) and Nancy Drew (that was Karen) trussed up in the bad guy's lair! Since there were no girls in the Jonny Quest cartoon (at least the 1960s version), I had to make up a character for Karen to play, and since she was an avid reader of Nancy Drew, that was that.

Since I had cast myself as Jonny Quest, it was time for me to do something heroic. I rolled my body over so that my bound hands faced Karen. I then writhed and squirmed around until my fingers were within reach of the rope that bound Karen's wrists. The problem was that my hand accidentally brushed up against her, which caused Karen to let out this hysterically funny, high-pitched "wooooo!" under her gag as she began to flail around on the bed like a seal out of water.

I didn't mean to do this, because now that Karen was writhing crazily around next to me, it made it pretty hard for me to reach her ropes. I could only hold on as best I could and hope she didn't kick me off the bed as I waited for her to calm down. Although, I had to admit, it was kind of fun to watch.

When she finally settled down, Karen wound up lying on her side, pressed up against the wall, as far as she could get away from me. She was also making these weird giggling noises which creeped me out slightly. I braced myself, and writhed over until I lay with my back facing her. I craned my head over my bare shoulder and reached out with my bound hands for Karen's.

The moment my hand touched hers, Karen started freaking out again. I actually pressed up against her and grabbed her hands firmly, yelling, "It's me! It's just me!" The stupid tape gag muffled my words, but Karen could still understand that it was me, and calmed down enough for me to finally start pulling her bonds loose.

Once her hands were free, Karen sat up, pulled off her gag and blindfold, and stared around the room with wide, fearful eyes. Ignoring her ankles, which were still tied, she pulled off my gag and asked, "Where is she? Where's Becca?"

"She left; it's just us," I replied.

Karen's eyes grew even wider. "If Becca left, then who tickled me? You!"

I tried to explain that I didn't mean to tickle Karen, but it was too late. The fact that I laid before her, bound hand and foot and completely helpless, was just too good for her to ignore. And so Karen gave me a brutal, merciless tickling--all while she had this impish smile on her face. My whole Jonny Quest/Nancy Drew bondage fantasy was completely shattered while I giggled and pleaded for her to stop. I tried to pull my bound legs up to protect my vulnerable chest, but Karen held them down with one hand while tickling my bare belly with the other.

The door flew open and Becca re-entered with this stunned and totally pissed expression on her face. Karen paused long enough to stare at her and say "Hi!" with a wave of her hand. She appeared as casual as possible for somebody who sat there with a blindfold hanging around her neck and her ankles still tied. Becca was really ticked off, because our wild screams alerted her parents to our presence in the house. That meant that Karen and I had to be completely untied, and then go upstairs to assure Becca's mom and dad that we weren't both being killed in the basement rec room.

After our "cherubic suburban angels" routine was done, Karen and I started for the side door, with the intention of leaving. We both figured that was the end of any further bondage games for today (and I realized, sadly, that this would likely be the end off anymore bondage games for me this summer). However, Becca had other ideas. Before we could even step through the door, Becca reached out and grabbed our arms. Then, with that Cheshire Cat smile on her face, Becca roughly escorted us back downstairs to the rec room.

"I guess we're not going home," I muttered to Karen.

"How can you?" Becca asked, as she shoved us into the bedroom. "Nobody paid your ransom yet!"

Once she shut the door, Becca promptly grabbed a length of rope and ordered me to sit down in a hard back chair that she had placed in the center of the room. When I sat down, Becca pulled my arms through the chair back and tied them together at the wrists. Becca grabbed my blindfold, which I had bundled up in my hand (my swim suit had no pockets whatsoever) and slung it over my face so as to blindfold me again. However, Karen, who had been anxiously watching my binding from a seat on the bed, blurted out: "Could you not blindfold us this time?"

Becca stared imperiously at her, as if to say "Who's the captor here, you or me?" Nevertheless, instead of blindfolding me, Becca cleave-gagged me with the handkerchief.

I was left seated in the chair while Becca turned her attention to Karen. Becca cleave-gagged Karen with her former blindfold, then bound her wrists together in front of her. After Becca made Karen lie down on the bed, she secured Karen's tied wrists above her head to the headboard. Becca then tied Karen's ankles together. There was no foot post on the bed to secure Karen's feet to, so Becca was going to run a rope down underneath the bed to the metal frame itself--but then she paused and stared right at me.

Becca promptly came over to me, untied my hands, and made me get up off the chair. She then brought the chair over to the foot of the bed. I was made to sit back down, where my arms were once again pulled through the back of the chair and tied together at the wrists. I sat with the back of the chair facing the foot of the bed, and Becca used the back of my chair to secure Karen's bound feet to. I watched as poor Karen's body was pulled taunt by her bonds--although she said later she wasn't in any pain.

Now that Karen was very securely tied, Becca turned her attention back to me. My legs were tied together at the ankles, then they were secured to my wrists via a length of rope that ran underneath the seat of the chair. This forced my bound feet to be pulled back so that they rested only on the ball of the foot. In short, Becca did her usual thorough job in making sure that we weren't going anywhere.

Becca stared at the both of us with a satisfied smile. "You lovebirds aren't going anywhere, now!" I could recall feeling both embarrassed and outraged by that comment. I liked Karen, a lot. But I certainly wasn't in love with her, and neither was she in love with me (or so I thought back then). In any event, I merely sat there and waited until Becca left us alone.

Once she was gone, I felt the back of the chair squeak and groan as it started shaking back and forth all by itself. I craned my head over my shoulder and saw Karen was pulling against the rope that secure her feet tot he back of my chair as best she could. But when she saw me looking at her, she stopped in a flurry of giggles--which, thankfully, were not muffled by her cleave gag. Karen always had a sweet laugh that was easy on the ears, and very infectious (she still does).

There was very little that Karen and I could do. I was bound securely to the chair, and the very weight of my body on that same chair helped to keep Karen tied down to the bed behind me. This is not to say that I hated being in this position. Just the opposite, I loved every minute of it. "Jonny Quest" and "Nancy Drew" had finally met their match in Becca, The Dragon Lady.

After a good half and hour or so, Becca returned. She had exchanged her shorts and blouse for a two piece bathing suit. "I'm going for a swim," she announced. "Would you two like to join me?"

We agreed, and she untied us. The three of us went swimming with the others at Aunt Jean's. That was the last time I played tie up games with "The Usual Suspects" that summer. Of course, I would see them all again...and a lot sooner than I had expected. But not before having a little adventure with a couple of the neighborhood kiddies at home. That one's next. As always, thanks for reading.

Allison, Hope to hear from you again here soon

Cheers

I had to go over to Mrs. Durdens house a week before the trip to get all the info that I would need. You know; money for groceries, phone numbers, meals, mealtimes, snacks, bedtimes, TV time, phone use, ect. Plus I was told in no uncertain terms that I was not allowed to have anyone over during the day, but friday & saturday night I could have over my girlfriend between 7pm and 11pm only. She made it very clear that I would be in charge and that she would make sure that the girls knew that. I was there three hours. Oh, I forgot to tell you that she will be paying me $175.00 for the weekend. On my way home I was thinking how strict Mrs. Durden is with her daughters. I was also thinking that my mom really owes me a big one for this. So, I had to be there at 4pm friday, Mrs. Durden said that she would be back around 9pm sunday night.

I had to go over to Mrs. Durdens house a week before the trip to get all the info that I would need. You know; money for groceries, phone numbers, meals, mealtimes, snacks, bedtimes, TV time, phone use, ect. Plus I was told in no uncertain terms that I was not allowed to have anyone over during the day, but friday & saturday night I could have over my girlfriend between 7pm and 11pm only. She made it very clear that I would be in charge and that she would make sure that the girls knew that. I was there three hours. Oh, I forgot to tell you that she will be paying me $175.00 for the weekend. On my way home I was thinking how strict Mrs. Durden is with her daughters. I was also thinking that my mom really owes me a big one for this. So, I had to be there at 4pm friday, Mrs. Durden said that she would be back around 9pm sunday night.

Well, trying to keep this story to the tying up parts let me get to one of them. Thats right one of them!! Mandy told me that lisa and her had fought over everything on the squad, and that lisa is a boyfriend stealer so I better be careful around her. Mandy wanted to know when lisa would be in the house. "Mandy, I said, lisa will only be here now and then, she is the girls cousin. She was the one who was supposed to babbysit this weekend but could'nt stay for the whole time. At 11pm mandy had to go home. I then went upstairs to see if the girls where ready for bed. Tami & terry where in bed but teresa was still up watching TV with lisa. They knew why I was there. "Time for bed". I said, before I could say anything else lisa told me that she was going to spend the night, that she had called her mom and would stay in Mrs. Durdens room. I did not think anything of it.

I went to bed around 11:30pm, Mrs. Durden had me staying in a guest room on the first floor. All of a sudden I woke up, I thought I was dreaming, lisa and teresa where in my room at the edge of the bed. "Is everything all right" I said, I looked at the clock it was 2:30am. Teresa starts to tell me about a game they play in the middle of the night when lisa stays over, then lisa jumps in, "Yeah, Mrs Durden lets us play a game that we call Kidnap The Little Girl. "Really" I say, well then you dont need my permission, are you just letting me know so that if I wake up I wont get upset? "Well not really" lisa said. We want you to play too, kind of an initiation into the family. I thought it was kinda cool that they wanted me to play with them, I just did'nt know exactly what was about to happen.

"What we do" Lisa says is that we kidnap one of the girls, tie her up an hold her for ransom, then in the morning Mrs. Durden pays the ransom. "So", I said do you want me to play the part of Mrs. Durden? "No" teresa says, in her cute little voice, we want you to be the kidnaped girl. We want to dress you up in mommy's clothes and kidnap you, Lisa then leans over the bed and says "we will have mandy over in the morning, she can cook brekfast to pay your ransom. "Will mandy see me tied up" I ask. "No" lisa says, we will keep you upstairs till morning and then you call her to tell her that you have been kidnapped, when she comes over we will release you!

So, upstairs we go, the girls would'nt let me get dressed, I was kidnapped right there, so I had to wrap a sheet around me. In Mrs. Durden's bedroom I could see that they where really prepared for all of this. On the bed I saw womens panties, slips long & short, pantyhose, a girdle that laces up in the back, a bra, a long white dress, platform slingback shoes, long white gloves, and a red wig. "OK, gary your new name is maryann", "Now drop the sheet" lisa said. "OK OK" I said, but teresa you will have to turn around. Lisa begins to tell me what to do. "Now do as I say maryann put on these panties, put them on, now put on the pantyhose, go do it faster! Before I could say to much I was completely dressed up in that outfit. Both lisa & teresa where jumping up and down. "Lay down on the bed" lisa said, we have to make this real". The two of them starting tying me up with pantyhose, alot of pantyhose. They had me spread eagle on the bed. I still really did'nt suspect anything. They where tying me, pushing each arm out away from my body and tying each wrist first with a slip then tight with pantyhose. Pulling the pantyhose to each bedpost, then two more pairs of pantyhose on each wrist then on to the bedpost. Little teresa is jumping up on the bed " we got her, we got her", "quiet" lisa said, we don't want to wake up tami and terry.

They both start doing the same thing with my legs, but first lisa says " we have to cover up that hair on your legs". She gets out a pair of white tights, very bright white and starts putting them on my legs, over the pantyhose I am already wearing. "Lisa" I say is this necessary". "Look you are our captive so you do what we say". Before I could say any more she had them on me. The they again started tying my legs to the bedposts. Now I am really there captive. "OK lisa I am now really tied up how long do I have to stay this way? "Well maryann we are not finished yet" lisa said. Teresa began tying pantyhose around my waist and upper body and then tying them together to the bedposts. "We have to make sure that you don't get away" teresa says. Finaly the two of them sit down next to me on the bed its now almost 3am according to the clockradio. "There are tow things left to do to our captive for the night" lisa says, you must be blindfoled and gagged! "Gagged" I said, you mean like having something in my mouth. "Yes" lisa says, now open up or I'll have to shove them in hard. "Them" I said, what is them? "panties" they say together, and yes they are clean, I see lisa wadding up several pairs, then adding several more pairs to the ball of panties. "Open maryann open, Oh, before the panties go into your mouth you must now call me MOMMY, say it" "Mommy" I say. "Good little girl", lisa says, now beg me to gag you, or we will both tickle you till you pee. "Mommy gag me, gag me mommy, please gag me" I say. "good girl" teresa says. Then in they went, five (5) pairs of Mrs. Durdens panties, all the way into my mouth. "Hold still" lisa says. Then she wraps a long scarf around my mouth and head, around and around. The panties got pushed futher into my mouth then I had thought. Then with the scarf around my head I could have screamed and no one would have heard me. And before I can take a breath pantyhose are going over my head, i can just imagine what I must look like. "Now we are going to bed maryann, can you say goodnight mommy"? "Mghhghggguuuuunnnnn, Mmmmmnnmmmghmm" is all I could get out . There I was tied up, gagged, and blindfolded. There game was just beginning.

I know I always feel much happier when I have a person in the room or very nearby while tied up and gagged. Especially if I am gagged.

If anyone wants links to safety in bondage resources, drop me a line at my e-mail addy above, I'd be happy to help out if I can.

Marsha, that's like asking, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" (laughing)

Squark squark bock bock

Seriously, that is a very hard question to answer. Sometimes, I am not even sure of the answer to that one either.

I guess that maybe I enjoy being bound and gagged because it makes me feel good, warm and tingly all over. I know this sounds strange but being tied up has been described as "a surrogate for a lovers arms." That is probably because being really well bound all over can feel very much like being hugged - it is possible to feel quite safe and secure while bound (as long as you have a backup person nearby)

Additionally, once bound, thats it - you are quite literally helpless and very much at the other persons mercy (look at all those tickling stories and you'll see what I mean!) For some, that is a big thrill. On the other hand, having your freedom taken away from you like that is paradoxically giving the bound 'submissive' a different kind of freedom in that they do not have to worry about anything while bound for the very good reason you cannot DO anything at all! That is also very liberating.

For some people, the freedom that comes from being bound lies in their own minds in that they are free to wander - perhaps I am a beautiful damsel in distress captured by cruel Chinese pirates and bound (no pun intended) for the brothels of Macau, never to be seen or heard from again? The possibilities are endless. There is a whole group of people who enjoy exploring such scenarios.

Hope this helps answer your question, Marsha.

Any other thoughts?

Thanks

DB

Thanks

DB

Not long ago (11/2, 11/5) I reported on this 13-going-on-14-year-old girl and her 6 year old cousin. A number of times in recent months, I've seen Annie tightholding Peter on her lap. Also, at a recent party, Annie's mother was showing me around their house-- including Annie's bedroom, where we came upon Annie holding Peter's mouth!

Well, I've made a few more sightings these past two weeks. And as you'll see, yes, lightning does strike twice...

A week ago Sunday afternoon, I was down at the community center to attend an open house for a couple's golden anniversary. As I was coming up the walk to a side entrance, I noticed Annie sitting on a bench outside the door. And she was holding Peter on her lap...

I slowed my pace, and stopped to chat a minute. You know, "Well hi there, Annie... Hi, Peter... How you doing?... Did your dad hang that sheetrock in the rec room yet?..."

As we talked, I was standing there not three feet in front of them, looking. Sure enough, Annie-- a tall, trim, athletic girl with extremely large hands-- had those hands cinched way, way back into the soft of Peter's stomach. She had her hands wrenched back in so hard and tight, I just about expected her to snap the boy in two! Annie's arm muscles were taut, and her hands were tightcinched back in so deep, that the back of her outer hand was actually a good half inch farther back in than the ordinary surface level of Peter's stomach!

Peter was sitting there, calm, almost serene, locked on Annie's lap, getting squeezed right in half, and apparently enjoying it.

And Annie was sitting there, without a hint of self-consciousness, right out in public, tightholding her young cousin like a boa constrictor.

Later in the afternoon, as I mingled, I saw Peter sitting on his mother's lap. Now, Peter's mother is Annie's aunt-- Annie's mother's sister-- and she too has unusually large hands. Big hands run in the family, I guess. But the thing was... Peter's mother was also holding Peter with her hands cinched back tight into his stomach! No doubt about it, maybe she wasn't tightholding him quite as hard as Annie, but it was plenty tight enough.

I just about freaked out. What gives? Is this just some family custom, or something? Have you ever known a family where tightholding was the custom?

Then this afternoon, serendipity provided me with a ringside seat, for the second time in just a couple of weeks. My house is right next door to a park, and I was sitting in my library with the windows open. Through the window screen I noticed some kids in the park, not 20 yards away... Annie, and Peter, and two other girls Annie's age.

For maybe half an hour I didn't pay much attention. They were just kids playing around after school. But then I became aware that Peter was getting louder and louder, more and more insistently obnoxious. It was Annie's voice that snapped me to attention: "Peter, just you be quiet!"

Uh, oh. I set down my work, and took up watch, invisible behind my window screens.

Now Peter was dancing and jumping around in front of Annie: "Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Ya gonna shut me up? Ya gonna shut me up?"

The hair stood up on the back of my neck. She's not going to do it, is she? She's not going to...

The boy was dancing like a dervish. Then, almost as if it was choreographed, he stepped right in front of his cousin, and turned his back on her. He was still taunting her: "Whatcha gonna do? Ya gonna shut me up?"

Annie suddenly reached around from behind, and clamped her big, strong, oversized hand tightly over Peter's mouth. It was her right hand that she clamped over his mouth.

Peter, his feet still dancing a jig: "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHH!!! Mmmmmmmmmh, wmmmmm hmmmm mmmm hhhhmmmmmmm mmmm, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHH!!"

Then Annie clamped her left hand in place over her right hand. She just stood there, with both her large hands tightclamped over the boy's mouth, her thumbs peaked together over the bridge of his nose. With Annie's palm visegripped over his mouth, Peter could only go, "Ghhhmmmmmm, mmmmm hhhmmmm, mmmmmmmmmh! Mmmmmmmmmmmhhh!"

Annie announced, "Enemy mouth has been secured."

Peter: "Mmmmmmm, wmmmmmmmmm..."

Annie's two friends stood there, giggling and laughing wildly. One of them said, "Oh, look, he can't talk..."

Peter kept up the stifled barking and groaning pretty steady for a minute or so. Now he was hamming it up, gesturing at the two girls, and going, "Mmmmm, wmmmm gggghhhh hmmmmmm mmmm hmmmmm... Mmmm'mmmm! Mmmmmmmmhhh! MMMMMMMMHHHHHH!... Wwwmmmmmmmmm.... Mmmmmm, mmmm ghmmm hmmmmm mmmmmmm wmmm'hmmmmm, mmmmm hmmmm MMMMMMMMMHH!!!"

Annie's two friends were giggling themselves silly.

Finally, Peter settled down. Annie didn't let go. She just stood there and stood there, with both her big athlete hands clamped firmly over his mouth.

After a while, Peter again started going, "Mmmmhhh.... Mmmmmmhhhh..." Annie's friends giggled. Annie just kept holding Peter's mouth.

Annie, to her friends: "When I'm babysitting, I give him one warning. And then..." Annie pressed her lips together, tossed her head: "Mmmmmh, hmmm wmmmmmmmm!"

The other two girls giggled, as if being tickled.

Now Peter was reaching up, softly feeling of his cousin's hands, exploring these big, smooth but strong hands which were clamped over his mouth. After a minute, this developed into a game of Peter pulling, poking, prying, wrestling, against Annie's hands. "Mmmmmh, mmmmmm hmmmmmm HHMMMMMMMMMHH!!" Peter pulled gently at first, then more and more vigorously, as Annie's two friends giggled harder and harder.

One of the friends: "Can't he, like, get away?"

Annie: "No, never."

Then Peter settled down again. At long last, Annie let him go. She had been holding his mouth for more than four minutes.

The instant Annie removed her hands from Peter's mouth, he was dancing around her, more animated than ever: "Ya gonna shut me up? Ya gonna shut me up?"

Annie: "Oh, all right, you asked for it." Then Annie took Peter by the shoulders, gently spun him back around... and proceeded to clamp her huge hands over Peter's entire face.

The other two girls were giggling frantically. Annie had her right hand clamped over Peter's mouth and the lower half of his face, her left hand over the top half of Peter's face. Peter went, "Mmmmmmh!", and reached up and felt of Annie's hands covering his face. This time, after about 10 seconds, she let him go.

Again, immediately, Peter was leaping and dancing around his cousin: "Ya gonna shut me up? Ya gonna shut me up?"

But this time, Annie just affectionately mussed up Peter's hair.

Peter danced over to the other two girls: "Whatcha gonna do? Ya gonna shut me up?" The girls looked at each other, giggling. One of them gingerly reached out, and held her hand over Peter's mouth for a second or two, but as soon as he made stifled noises, she pulled her hand away as if from a hot stove: "Mmmm--AAAUUUUGGHHH!"

Now the four of them, Annie and Peter and her two friends, started walking off together across the park.

One girl: "I think he likes to get mugged!"

The other girl: "Peter's weird!"

Annie said something, which I didn't quite catch. Then, except for the giggles, they were out of earshot.

Yes, photographs can bring back memories in a very pleasant way. (I did get one picture of my cousin with her hands tied behind her, but you couldn't even tell she was tied up as she was facing the camera.) I thought, some years later, that photos of the "victim" bound, gagged, and blindfolded would have been acceptable since he or she would have been unidentifiable.

Any young people reading this forum, consider carefully a decision to photograph your games...and be careful with the photos. (An blindfold and gag will avoid embarrassment later.) Any older people who were fortunate enough to have made photos, cherish them and the memories they represent. We're only young once, you know!

P.S.: Ziggy, did you keep the photos you made that day?

There are many different kinds of fetishes and I always assumed they were always basically the same, just with different targets (i.e. foot, bondage, BDSM which I dont like to associate with bondage even though it really is, fingers, hot wax, etc.) I never really knew what caused fetishes, whether its genetic or psychological, somehow imprinted in us at an early age and if so, how. If it would somehow be possible to get rid of a fetish and if people would be better off without them.

Now that I look at it, that wasn't so much an addition as an out-loud wondering. Ummm sorry for taking up so much space.

As you may recall, I had recruited my cousins Brenda (3 yrs younger than I am) and Darlene (1 year younger than I am) into the Tied-Up-Games (TUGs) and this story is one of the last times I remember playing TUGs with them.

I had just turned 17, ready to enter my senior year of high school. My brother Alvin was 14 as was Brenda, and Darlene was 16. My family had visited them in another state one summer (they usually visited us). A couple of years ago, Brenda and Darlene had tied me up and "given" me to one of their girl friends, but they lived in a different place now.

The first 2 days we were there, our parents kept us busy with useless chores and made sure they were constantly pestering us, but on the third day they said we could go swimming at the community pool where we formulated our plans for the next day.

The next day we told our parents we wanted to go shopping at a local shopping center (I don't think there were any "malls" as they are commonly known) and that morning the four of us went out. We stayed out there a couple of hours and when we came back, our parents had gone. Darlene knew where they were and that they would be gone for hours, so we had the house to ourselves. We had to decide if it would be boys vs girls a boy-girl vs boy-girl team and would have wasted hours had I not got my dice out and made the decisions.

Alvin and Brenda lost the first round, so Alvin yanked off his shirt and Darlene took him upstairs with her bag of ropes. I took Brenda downstairs. She was wearing a little pair of cutoff shorts that went low on the hips, and a halter-type top which she double-knotted (her mother would've been furious at that outfit). I tied her hands behind her back with clothesline and tied her ankles together, and blindfolded her. She asked if I was going to tie her up any more and I said I didn't have to, and after some rolling around on the carpet and tickling her bare middle, I rolled her onto her belly and untied her halter top. (She always double-knotted it after that.) I told her she would have to stay on the floor or her top would fall off. She laughed and said "no fair" but remained where she was, and I went to check on Darlene & Alvin.

I met Darlene in the kitchen where she made a bet on whose prisoner was better restrained. I agreed and went to look at Alvin with her. He was in his jeans, barefoot, no shirt, and was hogtied and gagged. He was rolling back & forth on the floor and having a good time. He was also trying to get loose. We went downstairs and I pointed with some satisfaction at the prone girl who wouldn't even try to get up. About that time we heard noises and went back upstairs...Alvin had gotten his hands untied from his feet and was hopping around.

Well, we carried Alvin downstairs and took off Brenda's blindfold so they could watch me (the winner) tie up Darlene. Darlene had re-tied Brenda's halter at my request and we tied Brenda to a pole and Alvin to a chair. Now Darlene was very slender and pretty and I knew she would look fantastic tied up. I wanted her to wear something revealing, she was wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt, bur rather than waste time changing, she unbuttonted the bottom buttons of her top and tied it high on her midriff. I tied Darlene's hands behind her and tied her arms back just above the elbows (not touching, just enough so she couldn't get her hands in front of her). Then I tied her ankles and hogtied her. She was still laughing her head off at Brenda's former predicament, so I gagged her and proceded to gag and blindfold Alvin. Brenda was begging to be released (playacting, of course--she loved to playact so I didn't gag her but I blindfolded her) while she pleaded with her "kidnapper" not to hurt her, to let her go, etc etc.

Well, after maybe 20 minutes the phone rang: It was my Aunt who wanted to talk to Darlene. I quickly untied her feet amd gag and walked her to the phone and held the phone for her. She talked for a few minutes and said goodbye. It seemed (to our great luck) that our parents would be gone for a few more hours, and that Darlene was in charge (well, it was her house) and we all had a good laugh at that. I untied my cousins and brother and we took a break.

Then Darlene had an idea. One of them would tie my hands...just my hands...and give me 10 minutes to escape. (I hadn't been tied up yet.) If I got loose, I could take my choice for prisoner, but if I didn't, they would get to tie me up "anything goes" (except injury or something dangerous, we decided). I agreed, and Darlene rolled one of the dice (1 & 2 were Alvin, 3 & 4 were Brenda, and 5 or 6 would be Darlene.) Alvin won. Off came my shirt, and he crossed my wrists behind my back and tied them, and I was thinking I would be really tied up, but when the girls went upstairs for drinks he told me he'd put the knot where I could reach it if I'd drive him to a ballgame when we got back home. I agreed.

When the girls got downstairs, Alvin was just finishing the knots. The girls laughed and said I'd never get loose and begin to time me with the wall clock. I could not get my hands in front of me and rolled around a bit, making it look good (since there was a lot of rope wrapped around my wrists) but I reached the knot and began to unwind myself. I got loose in 8 minutes (I could've done it in 2 or 3). Darlene was disappointed; apparently she had something big planned for me. At first, I announced that, since I could tie up one person anyway I wanted, I'd tie Darlene, but tie her to Brenda, but it was agreed that that would not be picking just one of them. I was about to pick Darlene, leaving Brenda and Alvin to work out their own game, when Brenda said "please pick me". So I did. "Anything goes", I told her. Of course, we all trusted each other not to do something dangerous or which would get someone in trouble or hurt.

"Anything goes", I reminded her, and immediately got her hands tied behind her, wrists crossed, before she could change her mind. I tied her ankles together and then her legs above the knees, and tied her securely to the pole in the basement by her arms and legs. A blindfold came next. She was again playacting, begging to be released, etc. and promising me money, describing how helpless she was, occasionally giggling when I touched her bare midriff and waist. Finally I gagged her, stuffing a wad of cloth into her mouth and tying it tight. She could still talk (none of us could really make a good gag then) but barely. and I began to tease her, telling her I would sell her as a slave or let all the boys in her school see her. Then I got an idea. I ran upstairs and got a camera, one of the polaroid ones. My Uncle had showed me how to use it and had plenty of film, when I was helping them take family pictures a couple of nights before.

I came downstairs and took a picture of Brenda tied to the pole in her halter and cutoffs, and she immediately knew what had happened with the flashcube had gone off. She really began to squirm, afraid, as I later found out, that one of our parents would find the picture.

I finally got tired of having her there and untied her, leaving her hands tied behind her. She could never get her hands in front of her (I think it has more to do with arm-to-body length ratio than flexibility) and I walked my prisoner around. She seemed to enjoy walking around with her hands tied, and I took her outside that way, she begging me not to but the "anything goes" rule was still in effect. I took her picture in her driveway (one of only pictures I had ever taken of TUGs). She was standing, smiling, with her hands tied behind her. No one who looked at the picture would know she was helplessly bound. (I have since come to wish I had access to a camera to capture these TUG adventures...see my previous post.)

After I took her into the house, she mentioned that her brief outfit made her feel more like a captive, and asked to go to the bathroom. I teased her for just a minute and, reminding her of the "anything goes" rule, told her to come back in her bathing suit. Sure enough, after an eternity, she came back in her little blue bikini. I took her downstairs and tied her hands over her head and tied her ankles together, and tickled her like that. She laughed until she choked, and I, of course, knew when to quit. I put my arms around her and told her that she would have to marry me, the villian, if she ever wanted to see her loved ones again, etc etc. (That was one of her favourite games--to pretend that her bound male prisoner was going to be forced to marry her.) Well, after awhile I took another picture of her, still tied up, and showed her the picture. She realized I wasn't going to show the picture to anyone but still didn't like it. "Wait till I get YOU tied up next time!" she said. Finally, I untied her hands and re-tied them behind her, and made her run around in her bikini while I chased her with a rolled up newspaper. We were having a blast.

I got a picture of her in her bikini, standing as before, with only her hands tied, in the fenced in backyard of her parents' house. Only she and I would know that she was tied up in those pictures. She kept (and eventually destroyed, out of potential embarrassment) the pictures I took that day, as well as one she took of me the next day. But I still have, to this day, the two pictures of Brenda with her hands tied behind her. I am looking at one of them now.

Well, I was about to go downstairs again and really wrap her up, but we heard our parents come in and I quickly untied Brenda so she could change. Fortunately, Alvin and Darlene had seen the car and came back. After the usual interrogation we were put to work in the most inefficient manner possible, keeping us busy for an hour preparing a supper that should have taken ten minutes...well, you know how parents are!

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I got interested in tying up at an early age (about six) watching movies & TV shows where someone was captured and tied up. In my own case, it was just adventure and good clean innocent fun! It was as much fun to tie as to be tied, for me and most of my fellow TUGgers. I think it was the helplessness of someone being tied up and at the mercy of his or her "captor" that was so exciting. I know that parents are almost universally opposed to such games, which is why even the most obedient child always played these games in secret. Most of my acquaintances had no interest in TUGs; at least, I didn't think so. But I always tried to bring up the subject in our fantasy games when we played. Sometimes I got lucky and ended up with a TUG buddy!

I have heard a few theories, most having to do with sex, but our games never took on that kind of nature, even though there is a romantic element to tying-up- games.

I am unaware of any sites that specifically deal with this aspect of human behaviour; if anyone knows of such please post the URL(s) thereto. It might be interesting reading, although I would rather read about others' experiences.

I myself had such an experience on two occasions with a "grup" to whom I was not related. This sort of thing can be quite dangerous, as I'm sure we are all aware, but in my case I was lucky and had a great deal of fun. I'll post the stories in the near future, if anyone is interested.

TUG: "tied- up games" or "tying-up games"
TUGger or Tugger: one who plays TUGs (tied-up-games)
TUG-buddy: a friend with whom one plays TUGs
Nathraq Knees: tying the legs just above the knees to a post or tree to prevent bending, sitting, or squatting. (Bobby named it after me!)
Hose- gag: using a short length of hose with rope or a scarf through it tied between the lips (like a "bit" gag)...ineffective but it looks gruesome!
BTL-gag: cloth tied between the lips (like a cleve-gag)
Movie-gag: a cloth tied around the outside of the mouth like in most old movies. Completely ineffective, but looks cool.
H-T- F: Hands to feet, a hogtie.
Cradle: another name for hogtie
Stretcher: Tied "spread-eagle" to a bed or between two poles or trees

There are more, but I think the readers will get the idea.

My cousins were coming over so are parents could go out, eat and see a movie. I was told by my parents I had to stay Home and make sure my Cuz's didn't burn the house down or something. I called Mike and Jen and told them to get the hell over here.(theres usually safety in numbers) They got to my house shortly after my cousins did. Mike and Jen were greeted by a number of explictives by Ashely and Angel. Mike however was greeted by afew attempted kisses from Michelle and Tara(both have huge crushes on him) He avoied the attack, and dashed up to my room. Mike and I decided to play playstation, while Jen decided to surf the net. After about 20 minutes, Jen Left to go get a soda for herself and Mike. MIke and I kept playing, it wasn't till Mike said, "Jen sure is taking her sweet time gettin that soda." I looked at the clock, it had been about 25 min since she'd left. I got up and went to go look for her. just as i got to my door a small peice of paper slid under the door. I picked it up and read it. It said, "Rick we have her, if you won't her back leave $200 in your mailbox. Below the writting was a polariod of Jen barefoot, Clad in shorts and a tank top, bound and gagged with duct tape. "what's that" mike yeeled from the back. Jen's been kiddnapped i'm gunna go get her. Mike stopped me. "hello anyone in there, remember theres four of them and 1 of you." Alright" I said. Mike and I headed down to the basement(Judgeing from the photograph thats where Jen was) Knowing my youngest cuz's had bbig crushes on mike,I Decided to use that. mike and i went to the basement door and i yelled, "what do you mean you can't find your shirt, who know michelle and tara have wanted to see your bare chest since grade school, after they see that you might be stuck marrying them." we then walked back up to the living room and waited for our prey. Sure enough Michelle and Tara came up expecting to see their favorite hunk shirtless. Insteaded they were jumped by Mike and I. I easliy got Michelle under control and was about to tie her up with duct tape when she said "NO!" No what I responded. "No you can't tie me up, only Mike can." this remark made Mike red in the face. Fine I responed, "Mike you tie up these two and i'll go get the Oslen Twins." I headed down to the basement door. I counted to three and brust through the door. What I saw made my jaw drop. Jen was Causaly Brushing the hair of a hogtied, gagged and barfoot Ashely and Angel with her barefeet. she saw I was in the room she said to me in a melodramatic tone, "My hero you've come to save me." I responded, "I think you've got it under control, I guess i won't have to pay the $200 ransom now" Jen's face lite up in anger, she turned to ashely and angel and yelled, "You bimbos only wanted $200 for me, I'm worth more than that. she pounce on the twins and started to tickle the life out of them. Ashely and Angel started MMPPPHHHFFFing like crazy. After about 10 minutes i tackled Jen to make her stop. she got up and went right to tickling the twins. I may not like my cuz's but they didn't deserve all this tickle toture. i tackled Jen a second time grabbed a roll a duct tape and started to re-tie Jen. She was cursing me off the hole time. I finnaly gagged her with the duct tape. I left them there for about 45min, they instantly wanted revenge, but it was to late. My cuz's and my Parents came back home and ordered everyone out. But there is always a next time.

There i did it, please give me your thoughts on my story. Also if anyone feels i stole there style of writing i'm sorry.

I'll keep my eyes open for further incidents of Annie holding Peter's mouth. It seemed to me that in both cases so far, being in the right place at the right time was sort of a fluke. However, I've come to suspect that my two sightings are only the tip of the iceberg. Remember, Annie often babysits her young cousin. Remember also Annie's remark to a friend during that second handgagging incident: "When I'm babysitting, I give him one warning. And then... Mmmmmh, hmmm wmmmmmmmm!"

So I suspect Peter is getting his mouth held on a pretty regular basis. I agree with you both, what a lucky kid! When I was a youngster, back in the stone age, we did have one teacher in grade school who employed handgagging frequently as a method of discipline in her classroom. (This was back in the days before lawsuits.) You can bet, that year I was the noisiest and mouthiest kid in the class! Apart from that, such opportunities were few and far between.

By the way, I have one update, and that's a snatch of conversation I overheard, down at the local Wal-Mart, between two junior high girls:

Girl 1: "...and then, you know her, she plays basketball?"

Girl 2: "Oh, yeah, her."

Girl 1: "Yeah, well, it seems like every time you see her with him, she's got him, she's wrestling him around, she's keeping him quiet."

Girl 2: "God, she keeps him quiet, all right, he can't even get his mouth open..."

Girl 1: "Yeah, talk about putting a lid on it..."

When I got there, I relaxed a little. It was Bill and John Holt from two doors down. They had managed to tie my sister spreadeagled to her bed, a sturdy old oak frame with bedposts. Bill and John were 14 and 12, tall for their ages, and neither of them would have known what to do with a girl if the girl invited them to have their way. So I wasn't too worried.

"Okay," I said in my most authoritative voice, "What's going on?"

The two of them looked at me, a bit embarassed, then Bill, the older, blurted out: "Oh.... nothing, Frank..... we were just gonna tickle her. We weren't going to do anything dirty or anything."

I believed that. They wouldn't have known how, not that I was an expert on girls then, either.

I nodded. "Sounds good to me," I told them. "Go for it." My sister glared at me as their eyes lit up, but I quickly added: "Of course, whatever you do to her, we're going to reverse and let her do to both of you, later, complete with tying."

Beth grinned and nodded her head. I'd had to be big brother to her before and get her out of trouble or face down some boy who was bugging her, and she knew I wouldn't stand for any nonsense any guy tried to pull with her. "Yeah, I like that idea."

The boys didn't care for that idea much, though. "Uh, Frank," Johnny said, "you have a way of ruining a perfect setup, yannow?"

"Fair is fair," I told them. "You can do anything you want to her, if it isn't dirty, and for as long as you like. But when you're done, she gets to do the same things to each of you for just as long." I waved my hand broadly across the scene. "Have fun." I walked over and leaned against the door, facing them.

Beth almost looked as though she wished they would do something, just so she could get her revenge for being tied.

"Uh...." Bill began, "we haven't DONE anything yet."

"Then if you don't want to be on the other end of anything, maybe you two should leave now, eh?" I ventured. I stepped aside and opened the door.

The two didn't look happy that their fun had been spoiled, but they didn't like the alternatives any better, so they both shuffled out of the room. "And another thing," I called to them as they left. "I don't want to hear of either of you coming back to try this again later, savvy?"

They both mumbled something back at me, and soon I heard the front door open and close. After checking to be sure that they were on the other side of it, I returned to Beth's room and surveyed the situation.

Beth was 12 at the time and about average size for a girl her age. Her straight brown hair was shoulder length, with matching brown eyes. She was about as thin as other girls that age are, mostly legs, and, even though she is my sister, I could still say objectively that she was very cute, although not developed enough at that stage of her life to be called 'hot'. That day she was wearing cotton boxers and a cutoff top. She didn't have any shoes or socks on, and I soon found out why: they were laying scattered on the floor.

I surveyed Bill and Johnny's work: Beth was spreadeagled pretty securely at the ankles and wrists to the bedposts with about eight of her knee socks. They hadn't gagged her, nor did it look as though they'd planned on it. I guessed from the positions of shoes and socks that they were going to tickle her feet. "You okay?" I asked her.

As though reading my mind, Beth confirmed my thought, "Yeah," she said, tugging a little at her bonds. "Those brats were gonna tickle my feet!"

"Sounds like fun," I commented, grinning evilly at her.

Beth's eyes widened a little, and it dawned on her that she was fairly helpless. "Nononono," she shook her head, tugging harder at her ties.

"Well," I told her, "it'd be a waste to not take advantage of this."

"Nononono," Beth pleaded, already giggling.

"I mean," I said, "you are so HELPLESSLY ticklish," I paused to let that sink in. Beth was giggling nervously and looking anxiously at me. "And," I continued, "this is too good an opportunity to just pass by." I grinned as evilly as I could.

Beth was a giggler when tickled. She didn't scream loudly...it was more of a little squeal, nor did she laugh hysterically. Actually, her giggle was very cute and girlish. And there was nobody in the house, so it wasn't like anybody could hear her anyhow. I don't really believe in gags, so it didn't cross my mind to use one on Beth.

"Frank, don't you DARE!" Beth said in her sternest voice, "Don't you even think.....hee hee hee hee hee hee!!!"

Her warnings were interrupted by the soft pitter pattering of my fingers on her tummy. "Hee hee hee hee!!!... now stop that!... hee hee hee hee!!!" Beth tugged with her arms and legs, but she wasn't going anywhere. She tried sucking in her tummy a little, but of course my fingers followed that. She tried twisting a little on the bed, but that didn't work either. So she just lay there. "Tee hee hee hee hee!!!.... noooooo!!!...tee hee hee hee hee!!!"

Now Beth and I had and have an excellent sibling relationship and aren't the kind who yell at each other or try to be bratty. But no way was I going to let this get away without getting a little fun out of it. I knew Beth didn't mind being tickled, and since she wasn't afraid of me at all, nor had any reason to be, I figured I might as well take advantage of it.

"Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo?" I teased, digging my fingers in a little and wiggling her tummy gently.

"EEEEEEE!" squealed Beth in her soft voice as my fingers wiggled away, "hee hee hee hee hee....now you quit that!...hee hee hee hee... stahh ..haaa... haaa... haaap!!"

I tickled her tummy for a couple of minutes, then let her rest. Beth's squirming caused her cutoff to inch up her body, and I soon saw that she was wearing a two piece swimsuit top (actually, more like a bikini top). "Just get home from the pool?" I asked, conversationally.

Beth nodded as she took in a couple of deep breaths. That's where those two brats were, too!" she said, "and they tickled me all day at the pool!"

"And you tickled them back, no doubt," I grinned.

Beth grinned, too and nodded. Then she put on her serious look. "Do you mind untying me?" she demanded.

"No," I told her, "I think I'll do this instead." I took hold of her cutoff top and, knowing now that there was something on underneath that could be viewed without embarassment, pulled it off of her and over her head onto her outstretched arms. Beth was wearing a string tie type of bikini which left almost all of her sides exposed, particularly the ribs. Then before she could object, I lightly spidered my fingers up and down the sides of her now bare ribs.

"NOOOOOOO!.... ha ha ha ha ha ha!!" Beth giggled hard. "not my ribs!!!.. hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!!!!.. not there!!!... hee hee hee hee hee!!!"

"Tickle tickle tickle tickle girl," I told her, lightly kneading my fingers on her ribcage.

She twisted and turned every way she could, but my fingers followed her movements and kept right on scribbling away at her helpless ribs. "Hee hee hee hee hee....oh pleeeeeeeeeeeeaze!!!... hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!!!"

I tickled her for a couple of minutes, then let her rest again. "Don't go away," I teased her. Then I went downstairs and something, then returned with them stuck out of sight in the back of my waistband.

Beth looked at me in nervous anticipation. "What devlish thing do you have cooked up now, you brat?"

"Just this," I told her. I whipped out a huge old featherduster (that I'd shaken out before bringing it upstairs) and attacked Beth with it, tickling all over her tummy and ribs.

"AAAAAIEEEEEEE!" she squealed as the soft feathers touched her. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha....eeeeeeeeeik!!!.. hee hee hee hee hee hee!!!" She struggled helplessly against the ropes that held her in place. She wiggled around like a fish out of water. "Pleeee... heeee.. heeee.. heeeze!!!"

"Kootchie kootchie kootchie?" I asked, as though I didn't know.

Beth was at the point where all she could do was laugh helplessly. "Hee hee hee hee... ahhhhhh!!!.... giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle..."

Her face was a light shade of crimson and she was starting to glisten from sweat. A few little tears had started down her face from giggling so hard.

I decided it was time for a break and let her rest, getting a cool wet washcloth from the bathroom and cleaning her up a bit. She caught her breath and eyed me. "Are you going to do this all day?" she asked.

"Nope, just another couple hours or so," I told her kiddingly. I'd planned on maybe another five minutes, but it probably would seem like hours to Beth.

I sat next to her and smoothed her hair out of her eyes and off of her face. Then I held my fingers over her, wiggling them. She squealed in anticipation. I lowered them slowly towards her exposed underarms.

"Not there!!!" Beth pulled hard on the sock ropes that held her arms helplessly in place overhead. "Anywhere but.....EEEEEEEEEE... hee hee hee hee hee!!!... ha ha ha ha ha.... NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" My fingers had already gone to work, scampering over the hollows of her underarms. Beth giggled madly and strained so hard against the bedposts that if they'd been breakble, she would have managed. But they held fast, and soon she was just laying limply on the bed, giggling like a little girl. "Tee hee hee hee...ohhhh!...tee hee hee hee he... tickles!!!!!... tee hee hee hee hee hee...giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle..."

If she'd been a couple of years older and not my sister, I might have tried the duster on her thighs. As it was, I contented myself with tickling the fronts and backs of her knees with my fingers, which brought squeals and frantic leg squirming, and briefly on the soles of her feet, which brought a few giggles from her (Beth walks around barefoot a lot, and her feet aren't that ticklish). Finally, I sat on the bed next to her and let her catch her breath.

"Are you done yet?" she asked, not nastilly.

"Had enough?" I grinned at her.

"I think this might satisfy my desire for being tickling for a while," she said sarcastically.

"Okay," I told her, "only one tickle left.....your favorite one."

She looked at me curiously and I made a face at her. She then realized what I had in mind. "Ooooooooo...." she looked at me, "you haven't done that to me since I was a little girl."

In fact, the last I'd done it to her was about two years ago, but I never had with her tied up. "Well, then I probably should do a bunch of it now while you're such a 'captive' audiecne." I ignored her eyeroll and lowered my head slowly.

"No no no no," Beth was already giggling. She closed her eyes tight, like she'd always done when she knew this was coming. Her arms reflexively tried to tug downward, but of course they couldn't.

My lips found their target: Beth's tummy, a little bit above her bellybutton. I buzzed playfully.

"EEEEEEEEIK!" Beth squealed. "Raspberries!!" Then she started giggling helplessly, in a voice similar to how she'd done it as about a six year old. "Tee hee hee hee...giggle giggle giggle...tee hee hee hee hee".

I buzzed and buzzed away, and Beth shrieked with delight and giggled and giggled, not struggling or twisting. I gave my lips a break occasionally, substituting light fingertip stroking, a bit of playful nibbling on the tummy, one or two puppy-type licks, and a lot of rubbing of my somewhat stubbly chin (I had to shave about once every two weeks back then, and I was due for a shaving at the time). Beth just lay there and giggled madly and helplessly as I continued my attack on her tummy. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee....tee hee hee hee hee hee hee!" was all that she could manage.

I checked every minute or so to see how she was doing. She wasn't struggling, so she wasn't sweating any, but her face was getting redder, though not dangerously so, and tears were rolling down her face from giggling so hard and helplessly. Beth giggled and giggled, unable to stop or block out the tickle sensations, nor did she probably want to. I tilted my head at a different angle and drug my hair softly over her tummy. She squealed with delight and giggled harder. I kept up the tickling until the giggles started to be replaced by gasping. Beth was getting out of breath, and her face was a bit redder than was good for her. So it was time to quit.

I untied her and mopped her down with the washcloth again, then dried her with a towel. She took in several deep breaths, stretched a little, and lay there, arms behind her head as I cleaned the tears away. Slowly the color returned to her face. I gave her a few more playful tickles for a second or two each. She giggled, but didn't move her arms from behind her head.

Then she sat up. "What time is it?"

I looked at my watch. "About two thirty."

"That movie we wanted to see is on HBO!" she told me (I don't remember the name of it), "and it's only one once this month!" With that, she got up, grabbed my hand, and led me down to the family room and went about the rest of the day as though nothing had happened. Beth was cool like that.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this lengthy post.

TK

By all means, ASK Michelle if she enjoyed being tied up that night!

And if she says yes, well, you are (almost) all set then, aren't you?

One further suggestion.... "Offer" to tie her up again - say you will teach her how to escape in case the same thing happens again.... Of course, you will have to make sure that she does not escape, ha?

Good luck and happy tying - BTW, we want to know what happens :-)

The next day my 14-year-old cousin Brenda and I decided to take a walk in some nearby woods. My brother Alvin, also 14, had found a ballgame nearby and Brenda's sister Darlene (16) had some kind of meeting, so it wasn't difficult for Brenda and me to get away. She said no one ever went to those woods.

I was wearing a t-shirt and pants; Brenda was wearing her shorts and halter with a shirt over it, and she had her bag which I knew was full of ropes and stuff. We went into the woods and finally found a place to play our game. She "captured" me (I having lost the coin-toss) and pulled off my shirt, and tied my hands behind me. After "forcing" me to walk around a bit, she had me sit down and removed my shoes and socks, mentioning how hard it would be for me to escape barefoot. She pretended to burn the shoes and tied my ankles, then stood me next to a tree. For the next half- hour she tied my arms and legs to that tree, wrapping rope around my waist, chest, and arms. There was no way I could escape. She then gagged me (we never could make an effective gag) and pulled out her camera and took my picture. She said she'd show it to her friends and tell them I was her boyfriend! We both had a good laugh at that. (Brenda was very cute and could have had her pick of a number of boys, by the way.)

After struggling and she teasing me for awhile, we changed places. I tied her hands behind her and tied her arms and legs to the tree, but without wrapping the rope around her body. I tickled her bare midriff until tears were coming from her eyes, both of us enjoying her squirming. I finally blindfolded her and untied everything but her hands, and led her around for awhile before releasing her in time for lunch.

She destroyed the pictures she took of me and the ones I had taken of her the day before (except 2 where you couldn't see that her hands were tied behind her . . . which I still have). It wasn't as much fun in the woods for several reasons, and also our time was short. It was also the last time I tied up my cousin Brenda, even though we talked about someday getting a pair of real handcuffs for our TUGs.

My remaining memories, which I will post sometime later, all took place prior to this time (those who have read my stories posted since August of this year will recall I am skipping around quite a bit).

One summer morning, back when I was about 13, I was walking through some back yards to get to a friend's house, when I came across Lisa. Lisa was about 9 then, with long brown hair, hazel eyes, and an adorably cute face. She was a happy person, always bubbling with enthusiasm and friendly towards everybody (she has the same level of enthusiasm today) Lisa was wearing the usual summer wear for a girl then: shorts and a sleeveless cutoff top.

Lisa was laying out by their circular pool on one of those recliner pool chairs that have two inch vinyl strips running perpendicular to the sides of the frame. The strips were right next to each other for the length of each the two recliner parts, but they were flexible enough that one could work one's hands between them without a lot of trouble.

Lisa was laying on the recliner and had managed to put her arms through a bunch of the strips, interweaving above one and below the other, until she had 10 of them on her arms.

Lisa greeted me in her usual cheerful way. "Hi, Frank!"

"Hi," I replied, "what are you doing?"

"Seeing how many straps I can get my arms through," she told me. She craned her neck back for a look, but the angle was bad, so she turned to me for help. "How many" she asked me.

"Ten," I told her.

"My old record was eight!" she beamed at me. "I used my legs to push harder this time, and it worked. I got two more!" Her eyes were bright. "Lemme see if I can get some more."

She tried using her legs for more leverage again, but she couldn't get her arms through any more strips. "I guess 10 is the most I can do," she told me.

She then set upon the task of freeing herself but found out that she couldn't. The leverage that she used to push herself in couldn't be used the same way to pull herself out. After about 15 seconds, of it, she decided she was stuck and looked up at me again.

"Frank, will you help me out of here?" she looked up at me with her puppydog expression, the same one she used on her parents (with little success) and other adults (with varying success) to try to get her way.

I had other ideas. "Okay," I nodded to her. "but first, let's count the strips so we know exactly what the record is." I rested a fingertip on each of her wrists. "Let's see here," I began, "one....two...three..." I counted the strips, touching each one, until I reached ten. "Yep," I concluded, "ten of them." I grinned at her. "You sure you're stuck?"

Lisa nodded to me.

"Good," I said. I scribbled my fingertips playfully in the hollows of her underarms. "Kitchy kitchy koo!"

Lisa squealed and started to giggle helplessly. "EEEEEEE!!!... hee hee hee hee heheheheheheeee."

"You sure you're stuck?" I teased her.

"Hee hee hee hee... yes!!!.. giggle giggle giggle giggle..."

"Good," I grinned at her. I spread my fingers over her exposed tummy and wiggled and stroked away.

Lisa closed her eyes, scrunched her nose, and giggled madly, squirming around and kicking her legs. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha...hee hee hee hee hee....stop it!!.. hee hee hee hee... no fair!!!... hehehehehehehehehehehe..."

"Everything is fair in tickling," I told her, running my fingers lightly over her tummy, then up and down the sides of her ribs. "Kootchie kootchie kootchie girl!"

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee... help!!!!" Lisa was enjoying being tickled as much as I was enjoying tickling her, "ticklemonster....hee hee hee hee hee, got me!!!....giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle..."

She drew her legs into her chest to try to protect herself, but I just hooked the back of her knees in an arm and madly scribbled the backs of her thighs. Lisa screamed and kicked frantically with her legs. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!.. hee hee hee hee.... hahahahahhahaha!!... EEEEEEEEEEP!"

I let her legs go. "You're the one that got yourself stuck," I noted, playfully tickling her tummy.

"Hee hee hee hee...." she giggled, "hee hee hee hee heeeeee."

I stopped and began freeing her, but no, she wasn't done yet. She made some cute remark to get me to start tickling again. I tickled her tummy another minute or two, then stopped to let her catch her breath. She made another remark to get me going again.

I looked at her arms. It looked like the strips were cutting off her circulation a bit, and I didn't like that. But I didn't want to stop tickling just yet, either. "If you say one more smart aleck thing," I told her, "I'm going to take you into the house (I knew nobody else was home), tie you up, and tickle you for an hour!"

She thought about that a second, frowned, then blurted "one more thing, one more thing, one more thing!"

I freed her arms from the strips, gathered her into my arms, and carried her into her house and downstairs to the basement. Once there, opened up the rollaway bed and fished through some old trunk, finding a few sheets and pillowcases (I didn't like to use ropes because they left marks). I tied her arms behind her at the wrists with a pillowcase, then laid her down on the bed and tied her ankles together with another pillowcase. I took a sheet and fastened the two pillowcases together, hogtying her comfortably tight (it wasn't as though she was good at escaping, nor did she even want to). I stepped back to survey my work. Lisa was laying on the bed on her side, arched comfortably, but helpless. I ran the rest of the sheet under the bed and wrapped it over her legs so she couldn't accidentlally squirm off of the bed. Since I don't believe in gags, none were applied to Lisa.

"Oh, are you going to get it now," I told her.

"I know," she giggled nervously, "You have me sooo helpless." She struggled a little against her bonds to emphasize that point.

I had an idea. "Do you have anything on under that cutoff?" I asked, hopefully.

"Bikini top!" she bubbled. Lisa was probably going to swim in the pool.

"Bikini bottom, too?" I asked.

"Yup," she told me.

"Good," I grinned evilly. I pulled her cutoff over her head and onto her outstretched arms, then gently pulled her shorts down to her knees. I had nothing sexual in mind, of course. I just wanted more tickle area.

"This is soooooo unfair!" Lisa mock-protested, "I'm helpless!"

"That's the idea," I cackled. I looked. The comfortable hogtie had the exposed area from the ribs to abdomen arched in an inviting way. Not that I needed any invitation.

I knelt down on the floor, lay my upper body on the bed next to her, wrapped an arm around her so she wouldn't go anywhere (I was worried about her wiggling off the bed and possibly hurting herself when she fell to the floor), and proceeded to tickle lightly and playfully with my free hand over the bare area from one bikini piece to the other (exclusive, of course).

Lisa squealed with delight and giggled madly and helplessly. My fingers quickly found the best (or worst, depending on whose opinion you were querying) tickle places and worked on those. Soft kneading wiggles on the fronts of the ribs just below her bikini top produces squeals and shrieks, then hysterical giggling. Light tummy strokes above the bellybutton made her giggle like a three year old. Little tip taps with the fingers over the abdomen, just below the bellybutton made her giggle madly and squirm as much as she could. I planted my fingers on the sides of her ribs and started kneading and wiggling them, and she laughed so hard and helplessly that I had to stop for fear that she was going to pass out. Tears were rolling down her face from laughing so hard. I stopped frequently to let her rest, but as soon as she had her breath, she would say something to get me started again.

This went on for over a half hour to the satisfaction and delight of each of us. Then I wrapped my arms around her, pressed my lips to her tummy, and proceeded to buzz, nibble, lick, and peck-kiss there until she was giggling so hard that she turned six shades of pink. Five minutes on the feet brought shrieks and squeals of happy but noisy laughter. Lisa loved being tickled, and it didn't matter where (within reason, of course). A few minutes of little touches on the neck were replied to by giggles, scrunching of the neck, and gentle tossing of the head from side to side.

Finally, after some rest she baited me with another remark.

"You just can't get enough, can you?" I grinned.

"Nopers," she said. "This is fun!"

"Okay then," I told her, "I'm going to do it for 10 minutes without stopping!"

"NOOOOOOOOO!" she pretended to look afraid. "That's not fair!!!" She made quite a production out of struggling madly in her bonds, which were still tight on her.

I dug my fingers gently into her tummy and wiggled them as hard as wouldn't hurt her. "Now you're gonna really get it!" I grinned evilly, tickling away. "Kootchie kootchie kootchie koo!"

Lisa giggled helplessly. "Hee hee hee hee hee hee... cheater!!!!.. hee hee hee hee hee hee...I can't stop you!!!... hee hee hee heeheheheheheheheeeee...."

I kept to my word about not stopping, tickling on. Lisa giggled and squealed. When it started to get to her a little, she actually struggled some, but she wasn't going anywhere. When it dawned on her that I could tickle her arched and exposed ribs, tummy, and abdomen to my heart's content, she struggled a little harder.

"Stop now you!... hee heeheheheheheheeee... pleeeeeease!!... giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle..."

I didn't stop, though I was watching her carefully. Her face was covered with tears of laughter and it was getting a bit too red to suit me. After about five minutes, she started coughing and gasping a bit. It was time to stop.

. I untied her and rubbed her wrists and ankles for her, and she pulled her cutoff and shorts the rest of the way off. "Time for a swim!" she told me. She gathered up the pillowcases and sheets, tossed them into the washer along with some detergent, and started it up. She made another smart remark to me at the foot of the stairs, then hurried outside giggling, clutching her cutoff, shorts, socks and shoes, with me in pursuit. Lisa didn't wear out easilly. TK

Happy thanksgiving! Just to let you all know my name's Justin and im a 16 male who just happen to find this site a while ago and only had lame stories. Not anymore! Since it's the holidays, my neighbors from down the street decided to go out last night. We got out of school on tuesday for thanksgiving break. Anyway, they were going out. There were no other babysitters available and they didn't like to leave their 12 and 13 year old daughters home alone. So you what those neighbors did? They called my parents and of course, like I had nothing planed that night, they said I would be happy to watch over their kids. They're 12 and 13! They're old enough to watch themselves! I never really talked or saw them much. (Their names are Ashley, 12 and Sharon, 13)

I had planned to go to a movie with some friends of mine, but I had to cancel because my mom said its my responsibility as an older kid and bla bla bla. You know that mother babble...no offense to any moms out there. Anyway, I had to go over at 6:30, a half hour before the parents would leave, and stay till 11 or later. Since I hadn't met the kids before, their parents thought it would be a good idea for me to come down a bit early to meet them and to get a tour of the house. I brought along some cd's, some playstation games, and a book to keep myself entertained.

The change of seasons made it dark at 5 o'clock so it was pretty dark when I started my little trek to their house. I wasn't in a very good mood because I missing out on seeing the 'Grinch' with my friends. When I got there, I smiled and was polite to the parents. They called their two daughters out and that's when I first noticed something was wrong. Sharon came out first. She was about 5'6, light brown shoulder length hair, filled out chest, and not a bad smile. I admit, even though I'm three years older, she wasn't a bad looking girl. I noticed her eye me up and down then she said, "He'll do." At the time, I guessed she meant as a babysitter and i wasn't all wrong on that. Five minutes later little Ashley came scampering out. She was around 5'3 with long blonde hair and green eyes. She wasn't as filled out as Sharon, but she not too bad looking either. I noticed she kept her hands in her pockets so both her wrists were covered and that made me the more suspicious something weird was up. I shrugged it off.

Sharon gave me a shy kind of smile. Then her and Ashely went off again. The parents were now going to take me on a tour of the house. They started with the upstairs. The upstairs had four bedrooms. The master, for the parents;two kid bedrooms, for Ashly & Sharon;and the guest bedroom, for guests. They also had two bathrooms upstairs. Then we went downstairs to the floor level. They had a kitchen, den, living room, dining room, and another guest bedroom. They showed me the fridge and said I was welcome to a pop or food or whatever they had. The last thing was the basement. In the basement, they had a game room sort of thing and a work out room. Not to mention the garage. It was nearly 7 and they decided they would be off. We shook hands and I was alone in the house with two dormant hell raizers.

What I mean by dormant hell raizers is that when I first met them when I came in, they looked like normal innocent sisters. I went into the living room and flipped on their tv. Did you know that MTV kinda sucks today? All they got on is that annoying Real World show. After surfing for a while, I decided to take out my cd player and read my book. The book was 'A Day No Pigs Would Die'. I glanced at the clock. It said it was 7:36 or so and I began to loathe my situation.

Just then, I noticed sharon come out of the kitchen with a bottle of water.

"Whats up?" she asked.

"Not much, I'm just missing a movie with my friends is all," I replied.

"Hey, im 13, 14 next month. Do you think I wanted a babysitter any more than you wanted to babysit tonight?"

"Just don't bother me tonight, ok?"

"I can't promise that," she said as she gave me that same shy smile and stalked away.

I thought about talking to Sharon and making a deal that i would go and try and catch the movie and be back in time before her parents got home. I made up my mind that I would go tell her my idea. 14 next month? She was like only 2 years younger than me. As I walked upstairs I thought about how over protective her parents were. As i ascended up the steps I noticed there weren't many lights. When I got to the top floor hall way it was completly dark. Damnit! This was just what I needed. Them to go play a stupid immature hide and seek game while I had important business to discuss. I walked by sharon's bedroom and thought I heard some noise so I went into her room.

"Sharon? I want to make a deal with you," I said.

I felt someone tackling me from behind. I was takin' by suprise. Before I could react, I was laying on my stomach with someone sitting on my back, and their knees on my shoulders. I couln't buck them off and I couldn't raise my arms with their knees on my shoulders like that.

"What do you want, Jusin?" Sharon asked.

The situation made me feel kinda weird. I hadn't really experiemented with bondage or domination until last night so it was a new feeling. At first I didn't like it, but the longer I felt her butt apply preasure to my back making it impossible to get up, the more I started to like it.

"Well?" she asked.

"Since you don't think you need a babysitter, I was going to say that you could watch Ashley while i go to the movies. I would be back before your parents came home. You wouldn't have a babysitter and I could still catch some of the movie," I explained."Now, let me up."

"Hey, your not in a position to be giving orders. I'll let you up when I feel like it. As for your proposition, it does sound like it could work. But first, you have to do something for me."

"And what would that be?" I asked.

"It won't take long, I just want to try something. I need you to put your hands behind your back. Don't try pinning me or overpowering me or I won't accept your proposal."

I'm still asking myself how someone can lose all power like that. Then again, did I really have any power at all? Before I came up the stairs, I had the authority of a babysitter. Now, all I had was the power to do what ever this 13, almost 14 year old girl told me to do. I did as she said. As soon as my hands were behind my back, I felt something stretchy being wrapped around my wrists. After a few seconds it dawned on me that she was tieing up my wrists. She must have known what she was doing because after only those few seconds she had made it impossible for me to get out. It also didn't help that I was an inexperienced person when it came to tie ups.

"What are you doing? Why are you tieing me up?" I asked as I struggled with the strange material binding my wrists.

"It's just something I want to see, ok? Don't worry, if your good and let me finish, then you'll have plenty of time to go to the movies."

With that, I just let her do what she wanted. She stood me up and turned on the lights. She had tied me up with several pairs of pantyhose. It made sense why the material seemed so stretchy now. She guided me over to her desk chair and began tieing another pair of nylons around my shoulders and stomach. Then she tied my ankles to the wheels of the chair and connected my hand bonds to the base of the chair.

"This is fun and all for you, but if I want to get to that movie i would have to leave pretty soon," I told her.

"It doesn't look to me like I'm the only one who's enjoying this," she said as she staired at my crotch.

I looked down and to my shock I was beginning to get aroused. It also helped that when she tied my ankles her shirt fell down a little and I unintentionally glimpsed things I wasn't supposed to.

"My..uh..jeans do that...at times..when I sit," i stamered.

"Your a lousy liar, you know that?" she said as she came over and dropped her tv remote control in my lap. Imagine what happened. It basically blew any hope that my lie would work and she reached down and turned on her tv.

She wheeled my chair over to her bed where she sat down. She looked at me as she spoke. "You can kiss your movie idea good bye because I can have a lot more fun with you here. I'm sorry to have lied to you, but I didn't know any other way to get you tied up. Don't worry, Ashley and I do this to all our babysitters."

That reminded me of something. "Where is Ashley?" I asked.

"The same as you, except she's tied to my parent's bed. We're going to go see her after I get some fun out of you."

I reread what I posted and I want to make a correction before I go further with my encounters of last night. I did have a few not-worth-mentioning and boring bondage experiences throughout the years. Up till last night, I hadn't experienced in bondage the way that Sharon liked to play. Sorry about the confusion.

Back to the story! Sharon went over to her drawer and got several things I couldn't see. "What are you doing now?" is what I meant to say. It came out like this, "What arphy yoph mphhh!" She had stuffed a wad of panties or nylons in my mouth and wrapped another pair around my head several times.

"Don't you just like pantyhose, Justin?"

I shrugged.

"What would you know, you're a guy and probably never even have worn a pair. That might change. I know a lot of girls who hate pantyhose because they're ichy and hot or whatever, but I like the way they tickle me legs, you know? It's not very polite to be rude and not answer."

I looked at her in puzzlement. How could I even answer if I wanted to? What was all this talk about nylons? It amaizes me how looks are deceiving. "I'm going to have to make you answer if you won't by our own will," she spoke softly. With that, she took her fingers and lightly scratched my stomach. HA! I thought to myself. I wasn't ticklish on my tummy. It was the first victory for me that night.

"Damn. Not ticklish in the tum tum, eh?" she said.

She moved her fingers to my sides. I moved suddenly. My sides are one of my view ticklish places. She knew she had a hot spot and began to tickle more. My short grunts turned into spurts of laughter. She was smiling as she recieved satisfaction with my reaction. I admit that I was starting to enjoy this a little more. I mean, how often do you get to be tied by a hot girl and then tickled by her? She got up and sat on my lap to get a better angel. My crotch was bulging and her sitting on it didn't help. I couldn't hide it and I knew she felt my boner against her ass.

"You enjoy this more than I thought, but thats good because your the first babysitter to actually like this," she had stopped tickling and put her arms around my neck. "The last two yelled at my right when I started wrapping the pantyhose around their wrists. The one before those two didn't catch on until she was almost all tied up. She thrashed around and even told my parents! Me and my babysitter have eliminated a lot of babysitters in the past. It was me who nominated you for tonight because my parents didn't know what to do." Sharon was wearing a nike tank top with a pair of strechy nike work out pants that were tight around the thighs and butt, but flared out near the ankles. "I'll let you go and even give u a chance to tie me up tonight if you promise to come over and hang out two more times over this vacation from school. If you don't agree, then you're going to spend the whole night tied up in my cheerleader uniform outside on the front porch."

I didn't know if she really had a cheerleading uniform and the idea of tieing her up also intrigued me. This was like stepping into a whole new world of fun and games. Just a half an hour ago I never imagined what it would be liked to be helplessly tied, and I never imagined I would like it. It was like stepping out of one world and into the other so fast it made your head spin.

I shook my head 'yes' as to agree with her. I would spend most of the night tied up and get to tie her up before I left. I would also have to go over to her house two more times to have more bondage games. It didn't seem like a bad deal.

"Oh, and one more thing, Justin. This goes along with our little deal. You have to wear a pair of nylons all tonight. I've never had a guy wear'em before, plus you might enjoy it. Don't worry, you can wear a pair of my nike stretchy work out pants over them.

What was with her and making me dress in her clothes? Today, I came to a fine conclusion on why this was important to her. I think her ordering me what to wear gave her an even greater sense of power over me. Power, I've so learned, is something she really really really likes.

"If you don't agree, it's out to the porch Ms Cheerleader."

I did my best to try and say, "You don't have a cheerleader outfit." I think she understood because she went over to her closet and pulled out a blue and white pleated skirt with a matching top. It would be really tight and small on me because I'm 5'11 and a half compared to her 5'6 or whatever height.

I slowly shook my head in agreement. I saw that shy smile creep across her face again. She was really enjoying her power trip. She got off on it. She ate it like pumkin pie.

Sharon went to her drawer and pulled out a pair of shiny tan nylons and blue panties. Then she went over to her closet and pulled out a small nike workout thing like she was wearing. Then she through it on the bed and also threw a pair of scissors on the bed. "Get yourself free and change. Put the panties on first like this," she said as she pulled down her nike workout thing and I saw a pair of purple panties under the nylons. "I'm going to go check on Ashely while you change. Bye."

With that I was alone. She had shut the door and locked it somehow from the outside. (She never told me how she did that) I had to turn myself around and fall backwards so my hands fell on the scissors. After that, it was cake. I cut myself free and examined myself. I had some marks on my hands, but that was it. I slid the panties up and then had a hell of a time trying to get those damn pantyhose up my legs. When they were on, I got a great degree of sensations. They were ichy, yet, they way the air felt against my legs seemed morbidly sensual. Like when she tied me up I didn't like it and almost took them off. I was about to when I remembered the cheerleading outfit. I slid the nike work out pants on, which wasn't easy because she gave me a slightly slimmer, but longer pair. I finally got them up my legs and they tightly fit my thighs. I heard a knock at the door and tried to answer, but I had forgotten to take off my gag.

"Yes," I finally said.

"Don't you be thinking of backing out and taking off whatever you already put on. All I got to do is tell my parents how you left us all my ourselves to go to the movies."

She was really playing every card she had. I guess I had to obey, but if I really wanted to resist I could have. Part of me was interested and wanted to see what else would happen that night.

"Are you changed?"

"Yep."

She came in and smiled instantly at the site of me. She bent down and felt my ankles to make sure I had worn the pantyhose.

"Hee hee. This is so much more fun than I would have thought. Ashely's ok. I had to tell her about what I've been doing. It's 8:30 already, did you know that? I hope your getting comfortable in your new wardrobe because your going to be like that for a while." To be continued...

I reread what I posted and I want to make a correction before I go further with my encounters of last night. I did have a few not-worth-mentioning and boring bondage experiences throughout the years. Up till last night, I hadn't experienced in bondage the way that Sharon liked to play. Sorry about the confusion.

Back to the story! Sharon went over to her drawer and got several things I couldn't see. "What are you doing now?" is what I meant to say. It came out like this, "What arphy yoph mphhh!" She had stuffed a wad of panties or nylons in my mouth and wrapped another pair around my head several times.

"Don't you just like pantyhose, Justin?"

I shrugged.

"What would you know, you're a guy and probably never even have worn a pair. That might change. I know a lot of girls who hate pantyhose because they're ichy and hot or whatever, but I like the way they tickle me legs, you know? It's not very polite to be rude and not answer."

I looked at her in puzzlement. How could I even answer if I wanted to? What was all this talk about nylons? It amaizes me how looks are deceiving. "I'm going to have to make you answer if you won't by our own will," she spoke softly. With that, she took her fingers and lightly scratched my stomach. HA! I thought to myself. I wasn't ticklish on my tummy. It was the first victory for me that night.

"Damn. Not ticklish in the tum tum, eh?" she said.

She moved her fingers to my sides. I moved suddenly. My sides are one of my view ticklish places. She knew she had a hot spot and began to tickle more. My short grunts turned into spurts of laughter. She was smiling as she recieved satisfaction with my reaction. I admit that I was starting to enjoy this a little more. I mean, how often do you get to be tied by a hot girl and then tickled by her? She got up and sat on my lap to get a better angel. My crotch was bulging and her sitting on it didn't help. I couldn't hide it and I knew she felt my boner against her ass.

"You enjoy this more than I thought, but thats good because your the first babysitter to actually like this," she had stopped tickling and put her arms around my neck. "The last two yelled at my right when I started wrapping the pantyhose around their wrists. The one before those two didn't catch on until she was almost all tied up. She thrashed around and even told my parents! Me and my babysitter have eliminated a lot of babysitters in the past. It was me who nominated you for tonight because my parents didn't know what to do." Sharon was wearing a nike tank top with a pair of strechy nike work out pants that were tight around the thighs and butt, but flared out near the ankles. "I'll let you go and even give u a chance to tie me up tonight if you promise to come over and hang out two more times over this vacation from school. If you don't agree, then you're going to spend the whole night tied up in my cheerleader uniform outside on the front porch."

I didn't know if she really had a cheerleading uniform and the idea of tieing her up also intrigued me. This was like stepping into a whole new world of fun and games. Just a half an hour ago I never imagined what it would be liked to be helplessly tied, and I never imagined I would like it. It was like stepping out of one world and into the other so fast it made your head spin.

I shook my head 'yes' as to agree with her. I would spend most of the night tied up and get to tie her up before I left. I would also have to go over to her house two more times to have more bondage games. It didn't seem like a bad deal.

"Oh, and one more thing, Justin. This goes along with our little deal. You have to wear a pair of nylons all tonight. I've never had a guy wear'em before, plus you might enjoy it. Don't worry, you can wear a pair of my nike stretchy work out pants over them.

What was with her and making me dress in her clothes? Today, I came to a fine conclusion on why this was important to her. I think her ordering me what to wear gave her an even greater sense of power over me. Power, I've so learned, is something she really really really likes.

"If you don't agree, it's out to the porch Ms Cheerleader."

I did my best to try and say, "You don't have a cheerleader outfit." I think she understood because she went over to her closet and pulled out a blue and white pleated skirt with a matching top. It would be really tight and small on me because I'm 5'11 and a half compared to her 5'6 or whatever height.

I slowly shook my head in agreement. I saw that shy smile creep across her face again. She was really enjoying her power trip. She got off on it. She ate it like pumkin pie.

Sharon went to her drawer and pulled out a pair of shiny tan nylons and blue panties. Then she went over to her closet and pulled out a small nike workout thing like she was wearing. Then she through it on the bed and also threw a pair of scissors on the bed. "Get yourself free and change. Put the panties on first like this," she said as she pulled down her nike workout thing and I saw a pair of purple panties under the nylons. "I'm going to go check on Ashely while you change. Bye."

With that I was alone. She had shut the door and locked it somehow from the outside. (She never told me how she did that) I had to turn myself around and fall backwards so my hands fell on the scissors. After that, it was cake. I cut myself free and examined myself. I had some marks on my hands, but that was it. I slid the panties up and then had a hell of a time trying to get those damn pantyhose up my legs. When they were on, I got a great degree of sensations. They were ichy, yet, they way the air felt against my legs seemed morbidly sensual. Like when she tied me up I didn't like it and almost took them off. I was about to when I remembered the cheerleading outfit. I slid the nike work out pants on, which wasn't easy because she gave me a slightly slimmer, but longer pair. I finally got them up my legs and they tightly fit my thighs. I heard a knock at the door and tried to answer, but I had forgotten to take off my gag.

"Yes," I finally said.

"Don't you be thinking of backing out and taking off whatever you already put on. All I got to do is tell my parents how you left us all my ourselves to go to the movies."

She was really playing every card she had. I guess I had to obey, but if I really wanted to resist I could have. Part of me was interested and wanted to see what else would happen that night.

"Are you changed?"

"Yep."

She came in and smiled instantly at the site of me. She bent down and felt my ankles to make sure I had worn the pantyhose.

"Hee hee. This is so much more fun than I would have thought. Ashely's ok. I had to tell her about what I've been doing. It's 8:30 already, did you know that? I hope your getting comfortable in your new wardrobe because your going to be like that for a while." To be continued...

Ok, so there I am standing there in nylons and a tight workout pair a pants. She comes in and orders me to follow her down the hallway towards the master bedroom. She said her little sister was in her room and tied up so she wouldn't see me...yet. Sharon told me to lay down on the bed and I did. She tied my hands in front of me with nylons and then tied my hands above my head to the headboard. She gagged me again and I was helpless. I struggled a little, but knew it was useless. Sharon then blindfolded me with something I couldn't see because she did it really fast. All I knew was that all of a sudden I couldn't see anything. Then I noticed she was tugging at the nike pants. She was taking them off! I grunted in the gag, but she just slapped my crotch. I could feel the cool air against my legs. Then she tied my ankles to seperate corners of the bed. I had no idea what she had planned for me next. I noticed something rubbing my left foot. Then it came back stronger and I knew she was trying to tickle my feet. My feet aren't as ticklish as my sides. She became impatient because I got another slap on my crotch. She left the room for a moment, I think she did, and returned. I heard several lenghts of tape being ripped and cut.

"Justin. We are having a little problem here. You aren't as ticklish as I had hoped. That's ok, all it means is that I can slap your hard on like this," she said as she gave me another hard whap on my balls. I tried to scream through my gag, but she acted like there was nothing to be heard. "To punish you for this, Im going to make it a little cold in here."

With that, she began taping freezing things to my thighs. I soon realized she was taping ice cubes to me. I felt several on each leg. I moaned in the gag and heard her giggle. I groaned a lil more and she giggled more. So that was it. She liked the sound of her captives groaning in pain/pleasure. Whichever she wished because she was in control.

"If you will excuse me now. By the way, its getting close to 9:30 now. I'm going to go change because its getting kind of hot in here, don't you think?" she teased as she left the room.

I struggled a bit more and pulled out the scissors. Ah, yes. Get your attention there? I bet your asking yourself where I got some scissors. Before she came in I had taken the scissors and tied them around my uper back with some nylons that were scattered on the floor. I was afraid she might notice...and I think she did. With some hard effort I was able to stretch the nylons, whcih hurt, and grab the scissors in time to cut my bonds away. Just when I had my hands away from the board I heard someone come in the room. I couldn't see who it was, but they were untying my ankles. I tore off the blindfold to see who it was. It was Ashley.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Sharon tied me up in my room, but I think she forgot I had a pocket knife in a pair of jeans on my floor."

"No, I think she wants to get tied up. Lets go get her...and don't ask about the pantyhose."

"Deal."

I didn't have time to put the nike pants on becuase we had to sneak up on Sharon while she changed. Her sister would go in first and would yell if it was alright for me to come in too. I predicted that Sharon would have left her door open, and I was right. She wanted to get caught. Ashley peeked through the ajar door and said it was alright to go. I shut the lights off and pinned Sharon to the floor.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asked in a 'suprised' tone.

"Ashley, i think you 'd better tie her because I'm not sure how to do a good job."

I pinned Sharon down and Ashley tied her. Sharon didn't struggle very much, in fact, I think she wanted to get tied. I looked at the clock, it was 9:50. I guess time does fly when your having fun. Pretty soon, we had sharon's hands and feet tied. Sharon had changed into a pair of short spandex work out shorts.

"Now its your turn, Justin," Ashley said.

"What?"

"You heard me. Sit in that chair with your hands behind your back or i'll tell my parents you left us to go see that movie with your friends."

What was with this family and the whole domination thing? I sat in the chair and Ashley tied me almost the same way Sharon had done when I first got tied. Then, Ashley stood sharon up and untied her feet, walked her over, and sat her on me. Ashley made sharon sit so she faced me, with her legs around my sides hanging off the back of the chair. Sharon and I were tied like that close together and I couldn't help my hardon from growing...and I knew Sharon could feel it because she purposly started moving her butt around.

"I think I'll leave you two love birds alone for the night," ashley said as she left.

Before Ashley left, she cleave gagged us both. The next hour was perhaps the best I had in a while. Sharon certainly liked being tied like this. She would constantly press her chest against mine and rub her butt against my crotch. She did this almost enought to make me climax. At one point, she kissed me through our cleave gags. At that point, I could kind of guess she had a crush on me. I didn't mind being tied to her like this, but all of it happened so fast for just one night. It was like starting to go down a road at 50 MPH, but then speeding up to 90. It happened fast and I found out some things about myself I wouldn't have found if it wasn't for that night and I enjoyed it. I'm even finding myself starting to like Sharon a little more. She called me today and we talked for a while and I realized we got a long pretty good. I'm looking forward to the two other bondage games she plans on having with me. I'll try and post them. I'll post them if you fine people liked reading about what happened last night. GOOD BYE! AND HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Upon ariving we were led to tents where our big sisters dressed us in bikinis and reapplied the blindfolds. We were led out of the tents and retied by our big sisters. I was spread eagled on the ground tied to tent stakes. Others were hogtied, tied to a cot, and tied to a lounge chair. The big sisters distributed tickling implements to all the team members such as feathers,q-tips, toothbrishes and makeup brushes. Each member was allowed to tickle us anywhere they wanted basically for as long as they wanted. Being tied securely, I could do nothing to protect myself. Judging from the squeals from the other rookies, we were all being tickled unmercifully. My feet are the most ticklish part of my body and it didn't take long for them to zero in on that. I was unable to control my bladder and wet my bathing suit. The punishment for that was I was changed into an adult sized diaper in front of the whole team and had to wear it for the reat of the weekend. Later I found out that one other rookie also suffered that indignity. We were fed which consisted of our faces being pushed into a bowl of spaghetti and sucking in all we could. We were then put into sleeping bags, naked and bound hand and foot. to be continued.......

About 2 hours later, we had been out in the garden walking around and filming ourselves (and this was about midnight so it was quite fun), and we got back, I went on the playstation, Edd fell asleep on the sofa, and John just got the video camera out and started messing about. But while Edd was asleep, me and John had a little discussion, which was to make a pact to stay awake for 24 hours. I had already had some sleep, but I just brushed that aside for a while (as you do)and we came to the conclusion that to stay awake for 24 hours we must not go to sleep until 10 O'Clock in the morning. We shook hands and the pact was on. We later included Edd in this pact when he had woken up. But one problem. Me and Edd had already had about an hours sleep, and John had had no sleep. So we agreed that it was only fair to let John have some sleep. About an hour would do.

At about 7:30 in the morning John fell asleep. Me and Edd agreed that we should wake him up by 8:30. But when it came closer to the time, we decided that for a bit of fun we would allow John to wake himself up. And if he didn't, he would be punished!!! HEHEHE!!!

It was now about 9:00am and John was still asleep. So me and Edd started the fun. John had fallen asleep on the sofa under a sleeping bag. We noticed he wasn't wearing a jumper at all, and thought, sympathetically, that he might be a little bit cold. Well we sure changed that. I got about 3 blankets, all our jumpers, all our sleeping bags, and even the rug on the lounge floor and piled them on top of him. He didn't notice at all. He was still fast alseep. So we then got a feather and started tickling his face with it. Still no luck. He was still fast asleep. Me and Edd then decided to use the huge "mountain" of covers that was on the sofa as a comfy cushion. And went along and crushed him. STILL NO LUCK. So then we got a wet flannel and put it on his face. STILL NO LUCK. Then we noticed his face turning red, and decided that he may be a little hot and pulled all the covers off him. Then I went into the kitchen and successfully came back with a roll of string. I proceeded to tie his legs up, and then gently manoveure his arms into the position which would allow us to tie them up. SUCCESS. But he was still asleep. EVEN MORE SUCCESS. So then we decided to go and get a pen. HEHEHE! And we doodled on his arm, and played noughts and crosses on his forehead, and wrote obscene things on his forehead aswell. And all the time this was going on, from the piles of blankets to the doodles, we were filming it! And I still have the film now.

Well he later on woke up, and was too tired to break free. We would've done something to him, but we were also too tired. And we fell asleep. About half an hour before we were allowed to. Oh well!

Interesting story. Could you elaborate a little more how you kept her tied up for the rest of that weekend? Was Bethany bound continously throughout? Tell all

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

First of all, this past week Annie turned 14. She's rather on the tall side for a 14 year old girl-- I'd say five foot seven in her bare feet-- trim, and quite athletic. One thing you'll notice about Annie, she has extremely large hands and feet: her hands look a good eight inches long by three and a half inches wide, smooth, nicely shaped, and very strong. I've seen this girl, at a picnic, twist open a badly stuck vacuum sealed jar of pickles with her bare hands.

(As Peter might say to Annie if he dared: "My, what big hands you've got!")

(Annie: "All the better to hold your mouth with!!")

Also, over the Thanksgiving weekend, I was sitting in my living room with the windows open, when I noticed there were some kids playing in the park right next door to my house. Must have been a dozen or more of them. It looked like they were playing war. And among them were Annie and Peter!

I immediately muted my TV, and settled back to watch out the window. Hmmm, Annie and Peter were on opposite sides... Very good... By and by, Peter was taken prisoner. Aha! Two boys had hold of Peter, one by each arm, and they were dragging him toward... they were dragging him toward his teenage cousin, Annie!

One of the boys, to Annie: "Lieutenant, guard this prisoner! Don't let him get away!"

Annie: "Aye aye, sir!"

I was holding my breath, expecting any moment to see Annie clamp her hands over Peter's mouth. What she did instead was to clamp a hand tightly around each of Peter's wrists, like living shackles. And then she stood there, holding Peter's wrists up in the air on either side of his head.

As for Peter, he twisted and writhed and squirmed around, but of course Annie was too strong for him, and no matter how hard he struggled against her tight wristhold, he couldn't break free. After a while, Peter settled down. Annie just stood there for another two or three minutes, her hands locked around Peter's wrists, and she didn't let him go, even though he was just standing there. Then Peter struggled some more. Then he settled down again, and for another minute or more Annie kept her hands locked around his wrists.

At long last, Annie let Peter go. According to my watch, she had been holding him by the wrists for 5 minutes and 37 seconds.

Well, I thought, that was interesting... Though it'll probably be a balmy day in January before I see Annie handgagging Peter again...

Then last night our junior high girls basketball team played their first game of the season. I had nothing better to do for the evening, so I went up to the junior high to see them play. Annie is on the team, and she's a damn good player. Oh, and by the way, the home team won.

The electric moment came after the end of the game. People here and there in the bleachers were getting up, putting on jackets, talking. I was still sitting in the bleachers, and down below me, in one corner of the basketball court, several of the players were standing there chatting: Annie, and two other girls from our team, and a Scandihoovian hulk of a girl from the visiting team.

All of a sudden, Peter materialized in the midst of these girls. He was doing some extremely lame little dance act, shuffling around and going, "Boopy, boopy, boopy, boopy..."

He kept it up. It was rather annoying, if you ask me! Then one of the girls declared, in a loud, theatrical voice, "Oh, isn't he the cutest thing?"

It seemed to be a stock line from somewhere, because one of the other girls echoed, in the same mock theatrical tone: "Oh, the little angel, isn't he the cutest thing?"

As for Annie, she was standing there in her basketball uniform, glaring down at Peter through narrowed eyes, in what I can only describe as the "big sisterly look of doom."

Peter, shuffling and dancing: "Boopy, boopy, boopy, boopy..."

Annie: "Peter, that will be quite enough." And with that, Annie clamped her large, sweaty basketball player hand tight over Peter's mouth.

Peter, still shuffling: "Mmmm'hmmmm, mmm'hmmmm, mmmm'hmmmm, mmm'hmmmm..."

It took me a few seconds after Annie tightclamped her palm square over Peter's mouth to regain my equilibrium. Then I launched silently into that old military count, "One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three..."

Down below me, on the gym floor, the girls were giggling at Peter's plight, though one of them said to Annie, "Oh, you shouldn't do that to him!"

Annie, briskly: "It's okay, he's my cousin, and sometimes he just needs to be quieted up. You should see when I'm babysitting him..." And then more that I didn't get.

Peter: "Mmmmmmmmmh, wwwmmmmm hmmmmmm MMMMMMMH! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

More people were up milling around and talking, and it was getting harder to hear the little group down there in front of me. But the girls kept chatting, and Annie kept her right hand clamped firmly over Peter's mouth, her thumb resting loosely above the bridge of his nose, up through the count of "one thousand twenty-one."

Then came something I didn't expect. Maybe I'd missed a turn in the girls' conversation. What happened is, Annie took her hand away from Peter's mouth, and then she passed Peter over to one of her teammates.

This girl, a tall beanpole, giggled nervously. And then she put her long, slender hand over Peter's mouth. It looked like she had a firm grip, but she had her fingers as much as her palm covering Peter's mouth, with her thumb right beneath his nostrils-- unlike Annie, who seems to know always to get a good, square-on palm grip. "Mmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmm..." This girl kept her hand over Peter's mouth up through "one thousand six," and then she let him go and handed him off to the big Brunhilda from the visiting team.

I heard Annie say, "Your turn!"

This girl had two or three inches on Annie, and big, solid, muscular farmgirl hands. Without a moment's hesitation, she steelclamped her gigantic hand over the bottom two-thirds of Peter's face, from his jaw almost up to his eyes. The look in Peter's eyes was three parts exhilaration and one part sheer terror: with this girl's hand clamped like a vise over his mouth and nose, he couldn't have been breathing very well. "...mmmmm... mmmmmmmmm... mmmmmm...... mmm..." Brunhilda handsmothered Peter for 15 or 20 seconds. Then she passed him around the circle, to Annie's other teammate.

This was the girl who'd said to Annie, "You shouldn't do that to him." Now she was all flustered. It was clear she didn't want to handgag Peter, even though the other girls were egging her on. Finally she just bent over, and playfully laid her index finger across Peter's lips for a moment: "Shhhhh!"

Then the girls went back to talking among themselves. Peter was still standing there in the middle of them, now being pretty much ignored. So he started making noise, blurting out, interrupting.

As Annie stood there talking with the other girls, she didn't miss a beat, she didn't even look down, she simply clamped her hands together on Peter's head, her right hand tight over Peter's mouth, and her left hand on the back of his head. And without further ado, she kept right on talking, holding Peter's mouth with his head pressed firmly between her hands.

Peter: "MMMMMMMHHHHH! Mmmmmmmmmmh, mmmm hmmmmmm ghhmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmmmmmmmm... Hhmmmmm hmmmm mmmmmmm hmmmm, ghh'mmmm hmmm mmmmmmmmmmh..." Since he was getting no attention, Peter soon stopped making even these stifled noises. But his 14 year old cousin was in no hurry to let him go. Annie just stood there with her hands pressed together hard, the big, oversized, smooth expanse of the back of her teenage athlete hand tightly in place across Peter's mouth.

I reached a count of "one thousand forty-seven" before Annie let Peter go. It was about time for her to head for the locker room, anyway. Peter sighted his mother, who had been talking with some friends, and off he ran across the gym.

To the casual passerby, the scene which had just transpired-- it didn't last three minutes-- would look like little more than a random incident of kids roughhousing around. But I know better. I've seen Annie and Peter playing this funny game before. And I left the gym last night knowing that Peter had just had an exultant evening.

All right first off I love this site,and evan the very few not so nice people that come here to try and start troubble.Thankfully they are very few. I would also urge everyone to go into the archives here,there are some awesome stories there.As of jan 2001 I will have been of and on,well almost every day it will be a year,and this site is almost 4 years old wow!!

I have wondered many times about this and well canuk why did you start this site?? Just wondering:) Plus to the few people who rag on this site canuck keeps this place as family freindly as it can be.He evan changed his sites name from childhood to just tie up games,so very young readers wouldnt get the wrong idea.

I love all the diff countires and people that are heard from,makes me feel a little less weird,if you know what I mean.
Ziggy I belive asked for sites of non sexual bondage,,well to me that is a contridiction in terms,but I think I know what he means,I know off a lot of sites where there is NO nudity but a whole lot of women tied up,however I cannot rember excatcly the right adress,but I can point you in the right direction,and maybe other people here can find the right adress :) here are a few: Vans video vault,Orimpooh(not spelled right) if you are over 18 go to this site bedroombondage.com and go to where she has over 50 links and you will find some cool sites that are all about women in tv movies soap operas in bondage. There is a very cool site "philly" something that tells you a MONTH ahead of time off all the bondage scences on tv,cable movies and just about everything else,it is very cool.

There is another site made by web tv and it is all tv bondage,it is very cool but for the life if me I cant rember the name,Also get a free yahoo mail adress,then click on clubs,then enter the word bondage and there is way over I think 100 clubs,but be warned some suck big time,some are very good,some are just free adds for other web sites,however if you find a club called bound for hollywood or something like that it is a good one,plus it will take you to one of the sites I spoke of above.
I want to talk more about why some people like to be tied up and why some people like to tie other people up,but for one I am running out of time and for two there are almost as many diff reasons as there are people,but let me say one thing,bondage is NOT b&d or s&m or master and slave stuff allof those 3 are NOT the samething as plan old bondage,or love bondahe,or evan tie up games.Those "3" are a lot darker and the bondgae is only a means to an end,so please if you are under 18 steer clear of those it is much darker and well.I also want to talk about what happen on our local news a few weeks ago, and still today to many people hear the word bondage and it still has a semi negative reaction to people who dont know better.

I will try and finish this latter. Stay cool everybody, and super cool stories, keep them coming :) Also I love to see other peoples sites very nice:)

Hey, I like your post there. I'd like to try and explain why I liked to be tied and/or tie someone else. I like to experience both things, being helpless and being in control. Sometimes it is sexually stimulating, yet, at other times it's just for fun. Like my girlfriend and myself, we practice bondage and sometimes sexual things happen. Other times it's just for fun. I think it depends on the mood, the time, and the situation. At least it is in my case.

As for why I like playing bother roles, I think it's because I have a liking for being helpless and being dominant. Sometimes I feel like I want my girl to tie me up and play around while at other times I like to tie her up and make her the center of attention. It all depends on the person and what they want, I think.

Yes, I do wonder what goes on when Annie babysits Peter-- especially since, more than once now, I have overheard Annie almost boasting about it.

As for finagling myself into victimhood at the hands of Annie-- doesn't one wish??! Although, for a variety of reasons, it might prove awkward. Also, like a good anthropologist in the field, I must strike a fine balance between getting to know the natives and their ways, and actually "going native" myself. ;-)

It's become very clear to me that Peter-- as that one friend of Annie's so delicately put it-- "likes to get mugged." I can sympathize with the kid-- I remember, back when I was just a few years older than Peter, whispering and talking in Miss Vanderkamp's class with the express purpose of finding that big, warm, firm hand not so gently clamped over my mouth!

It's less clear to me what's in it for Annie. Does she just happen to have interests which complement Peter's? Is she humoring him, in a sort of adolescent roughhouse manner? Or could she even be acting out some family customs? Remember that very peculiar practice of tightholding, which I've seen practiced on Peter a number of times by Annie, and once also by Peter's mother. Somewhere, Margaret Mead discusses different ways women hold children in different cultures, and how female anthropology grad students have been known to pick up these ways, and quite unconsciously bring them home and practice them on their own offspring... ah, but I digress!

I've been acquainted with Peter's family as neighbors since I moved here several years ago. Annie and Peter's mothers, who are sisters, are natives of this burg, but Annie's family moved back here just this summer, so it's only in recent months that I've had an opportunity to see Annie and Peter in action together, and I'm still trying to figure what makes them tick. At any rate, I've volunteered to help Annie's dad with some minor indoor fix-it work this weekend-- fixing up a newly acquired house is a never ending task. And so it goes.