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 evrybody,and super cool stories,keep them comeing :) Also I love to see other peoples sites very nice:)

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.

As it happened, Marie, Mona and Tyler's parents were also out for the evening, and we four yucked it up as best as could. These kids had been exposed to a real live tie up game that we played this past summer, when my cousin Shirley teamed up with Mona to take my other cousin Donna and myself captive. When I arrived at their house right after school, I promptly spent most of the day and evening regaling Marie, Mona, and Tyler with stories of my more recent adventures with the gang at my Aunt Jean's house. Actually, Tyler and Marie appeared to be the only one who was really interested in what I had to say. Mona, however, kept shaking her head and rolling her eyes at me in disbelief. 

Around 11:30 pm, Marie insisted that we kiddies get to bed--a decision that was met with howling disapproval by Mona and Tyler. But their parents would be home soon, because they had an early day tomorrow. They were taking Tyler and Mona shopping for clothes. Marie wasn't going because she'd already bought clothes for herself. 

I knew they all had to get up early the next morning, so I offered no protest (not that I normally would, anyway). My bed consisted of nothing more than a sleeping bag on the floor of Tyler's bedroom. While Tyler was out of the room, I undressed and got into the sleeping bag. No sooner did I lay down than Tyler stormed into the room. He knelt down beside me and said that he absolutely had to show me something right now!

Of course, having been a willing captive in more tie up games then I could count by now, I knew a set up when I saw it. But since I wasn't tired--and I really wasn't looking forward to trying to sleep in this lumpy sleeping bag--I was more than happy to go wherever Tyler wanted me to go. I was barefoot, clad in a pair of blue cotton shorts with a plain white T-shirt. 

A narrow staircase led to the attic, which was a gothic wonderland. The roof of their house was crowned with many dormers, which resulted in the attic ceiling having multiple sharp angles. As we walked through a maze of boxes and furniture, the bare wood floor felt gritty beneath my feet. In short, it was a great place to get tied up in. Lots of moody atmosphere to feed my overactive imagination.

Tyler led me over to one of the dormers, where a massive sofa lay in storage. I saw what appeared to be a multitude of narrow strips of cloth material that were laid out neatly on top of the upholstered seat. There was even a strand of cloth with a knot tied in the middle for use as a gag. The fact that I was going to get tied up couldn't have been more obvious now--Tyler might as well have installed a flashing neon sign that read: Prepare to be bound! 

"I got you!" Tyler screeched in triumph as he jumped up and down in place.

I held my hands up, not only in the official surrender gesture, but also to quiet him down. "Ok, ok, you got me. Don't wake everybody else up, all right?" 

He ordered me to get on the sofa, and I did. I knelt on the cushion with my back facing him. "I'll do whatever you want," I said in my best timid captor's voice, "just don't hurt me." 

Tyler grabbed a strip of cloth and used it to tie my hands together behind my back at the wrists. He then took the cloth with the knot in it and cleave-gagged me with it, making sure the knot was snugly inside my mouth. Then, the little creep blindfolded me with a black strip of cloth. He helped me to lay down on my left side, with my back facing the edge of the sofa. Once I lay my head against the cushion, a stale, musty odor permeated my nostrils. I let out a muffled grunt as Tyler tied my ankles together, then he bound my knees for good measure. 

The cloth bonds were just as effective as rope. My limbs were securely bound, without the annoying sensation of the rope digging into my skin. I lay there, my heart racing with excitment, and my mind quickly supplying a fantasy for this scenario: I was abducted from my bed and stashed in this warm, stuffy attic--bound, gagged and blindfolded--until my ransom was paid by my parents. I didn't dare try to escape, for my abductor was still in the room with me. 

Tyler was barefoot, like I was, and yet I could still hear him. He was always a very rambunctious kid who could never sit still for very long. And now, no doubt euphoric over having just bound and gagged his very first captive, Tyler sounded like he was bouncing off of the walls. Every now and then, he would give my bonds a sharp tug, as if to make sure I was securely tied. I didn't struggle; I hardly moved a muscle. I merely laid there quietly, acting like the terrified captive. 

After a while, I heard Tyler quiet down. Then the whole attic grew silent. Some more time had passed, and I decided to test my bonds by giving my wrists a slight twist. I was startled when a hand grabbed my arm. Another hand pulled the blindfold from my eyes, and I found myself staring into Marie's face. Marie just shook her head at me as she untied my wrists. "You really love this game, don't you?" she whispered, with a bemused look on her face. 

I could only give her a sheepish smile. I could feel my face blush a bright lobster red. 

Once my wrists were free, she went to work untying my legs. I sat up and pulled my gag down. I glanced over at my "abductor". Tyler had taken a seat in a plush chair that was directly across from me...where he promptly fell asleep. After I was freed, it took Marie three attempts to finally get Tyler to wake up. He stumbled to his room with me and collapsed on his bed. I got back into the sleeping bag. While I was annoyed at having our game cut short, it was just as well, for Marie's parents had just returned home. I went to sleep, thinking that should be grateful for having a chance to play a decent tie-up game. But it didn't end there. 

After several hours' sleep, I awoke to the pale light of early morning...and Tyler, who was shaking me awake. Once he saw I was awake, he abruptly ordered me to go with him back upstairs to the attic. I woke up real fast right at that point, because I realized that Tyler had every intention of continuing our game from last night. But his parents were home, and in a few hours, they would be taking him and Mona shopping. Yet when I asked him about this, he said, in his best gruff voice: "C'mon, get moving. I ain't got all day!" 

Obviously, he wanted to get in a quick game before everybody else woke up. After making a side trip to use the bathroom, I went back up with him to the attic. The place actually looked even more creepy with daylight streaming in through the dormer windows. He led me over to the same sofa I was tied up on last night. My wrists were bound together behind my back while I stood, then I was made to take a seat on one end of the sofa, where Tyler cleave-gagged me again with another strip of cloth. My feet were bound together at the ankles, and Tyler secured them with another strip of cloth to the sofa's leg. I was barefoot and still clad in the same outfit I had on last night: just the cotton shorts and a white T-shirt. 

I heard the dinstinctive sound of people talking and going about their business from downstairs. When he heard this, Tyler promptly excused himself and left me alone in the attic. Despite how the gag garbled my words, I still called for him to untie me right now, but Tyler just kept walking away from me. I was afraid to try and shout or cry out, lest the wrong people--namely Tyler's parents--heard me. At least Tyler was smart enough to shut the attic door behind him. 

As I sat back against the sofa and listened to the house come awake beneath me, I grew scared--and it wasn't the play-acting scared, but the bloodcurdling real sensation of panic. I mentally beat myself up for ever going along with the little creep. After what seemed like an hour, Tyler returned to the attic. He was now fully dressed, and he casually checked my bonds. 

"Untie me!" I snarled through my gag. 

Tyler replied that there was no reason for me to worry: he hid my clothes and told everybody that I had already left! I started shaking my head furiously as Tyler slowly backed away from me with a huge, toothy grin on his face. "I gotta go now, Doug. See you later!" 

I could only stare in shock and outrage as the little $#@% turned on his heel and strode out of the attic. I was left alone once more. It took me several minutes just to regain my composure. I had to get out of here, but first things first: I had to get myself free. That was easier said than done. Tyler decided to double-bind my wrists together with two strands of cloth this time. And I was also hampered by the fact that my ankles were tied to the sofa's leg. But I forced myself to think of a way that I could free my ankles from the sofa leg--then I would worry about freeing my ankles, and then I would worry about finding a way to untie my wrists. Nice and easy, one step at a time. 

I tried contorting my body so I could reach my bound ankles from where I sat on the sofa, but this proved to be impossible. I realized that I would have to get on the floor in order for my bound hands to reach my ankles. And so, I slowly and carefuly slid off the cushion into a kneeling position--at least, that was what I planned. What actually happened was I misjudged my balance, and when I slid into a kneeling position, I fell forward and landed flat on my face on the floor. ow!

After I spent a few moments to heal my bruised ego, I writhed and squrimed along the very gritty and dirty wooden attic floor until my body was bent back almost as if I was hogtied. In this position, my bound hands could finally reach the knot which secured my ankles to the sofa leg, and I went to work. While I pulled at the knot, I overheard the sound of car doors slamming shut outside, followed by the rumble of an engine starting up. I let out a sigh of relief when I heard this, because I now knew I at least didn't have to worry about somebody walking in on me. 

The problem with cloth bonds is that that knot sometimes has a tendacy to become tighter and actually shrink. Still, I was able to pick the knot loose and free my bound feet from the sofa leg. Then I went to work on freeing my ankles. The knot that bound them was on the opposite side of my ankles, out of reach of my hands. I solved this problem when I realized I could pull the cloth around my ankles until the knot swung within reach of my hands--this was something I could never do with rope bonds. 

With my legs free, I got to my feet. I still had a major problem: how to get my wrists untied. I looked around for something sharp to cut them with, but that was dangerous--because, if I slipped, I would accidently cut myself, and that was not an option. I decided to go downstairs so I could use a mirror to see what kind of knot I was dealing with on my wrists. I carefully descended the attic steps, then turned my back to the door so my bound hands could twist the knob open. 

Once I was in the second floor hallway, I saw what I needed. A huge mirror hung on the wall in front of a small table. I paused to stare at my reflection: a tousled-haired kid with a cleave-gag in his mouth stared back at me. His arms were pulled behind his back, and the white T-shirt he wore was now dark with dirt and grit from the attic floor. I looked absolutely ragged, and no doubt this was probably what a true kidnapping victim looked like. I strode up to the mirror and turned sideways so that I could examine the bonds on my wrists. Just then, one of the bedroom doors swung open. Marie stepped into the hallway and gaped at me. She was barefoot and clad in a robe. I stared back at her with wide eyes. I had completely forgotten that Marie wasn't going shopping with her parents and siblings.

"Douglas! What the--" She stopped herself long enough to come over to me and pull the gag down from my mouth. Then she paused and placed her hands on her hips. "Tyler lied, didn't he? You were playing another tie up game, and he left you bound and gagged, right?"

"Yes," I croaked. My mouth was bone dry from the gag.

"Oh, Doug," she said as her hand touched the side of my face. But instead of a gentle caress, I cringed when Marie pinched my ear lobe. "You little idiot! What were you thinking?! I mean, look at you, jeez!" 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I said through clenched teeth. 

Just when it felt as if she was going to pull my ear lobe off, Marie finally released me. She explained that while it wasn't completely my fault--Tyler certainly bore the brunt of the blame for this situation--I wasn't completely innocent in this matter. I should have known better than to try and play a tie up game at such an inopportune time as this. And she was absolutely right. If I had excercied my better judgement and said no, I never would have been in this predicament in the first place.

Bear in mind that all the while she made this eloquent speech, my wrists were still tied together behind my back. Marie made no motion to untie me, and I was so sheepish, so embarassed by my plight, that I didn't have the nerve to ask her. She went into Tyler's room to get my clothes, but that was when we ran into a little problem. Tyler told me he hid my clothes, but he didn't say where he hid them. After turning his room upside-down, and not finding my clothes, Marie gave up. She came over and asked, "Are you hungry, Doug?" 

I nodded instantly. I was famished! I turned my back towards her so that she could untie my wrists, but instead of doing that, Marie grabbed my arm and led me down to the kitchen. I was made to sit at the table, with my hands still bound behind my back, while Marie made me a quick but satisfying breakfast of cold cereal topped with sliced bananas. Just when I began to wonder how Marie expected me to eat with my hands tied, she finally freed my wrists and handed me a spoon. 

Tyler could have hidden my clothes anywhere, so Marie decided that the best thing to do would be to simply wait for him to come home, since I wasn't going anywhere dressed as I presently was. At least Marie remained in her robe. I'm not sure if she planned it that way, but I felt better, because I wasn't the only underdressed person there. While I ate, Marie peppered me with plenty of questions about the tie up games I played. She appeared genuinely interested, and I was only to eager to tell her about whatever she wanted to know. 

Due to my lack of clothing (as well as the fact that everybody thought I had already left), I waited in Marie's room until Tyler returned with his sister and parents. When Tyler saw me, he broke up into laughter--then he let out a whine when Marie twisted his ear lobe between her fingers. "Get his damned clothes right now!" she ordered.

Tyler got my clothes (he hid them somewhere in the basement), I got dressed and sneaked out of the house. And that was that...at least, until a month later, when I would find myself playing an even more bizarre tie up game--a game that made this one seem tame by comparision; a game that had been initiated by none other than Marie herself. That one's next. As always, thanks for reading. 

Beofre 

TW: Thanks for your nice words about my site and the way I manage it. You were wondering why I started this site: well, I use to be a frequent visitor to Bob's site, which was a web page very similar to this one, but only accepted boys-tie-up-girls stories. I happen to enjoy stories where the girls do the tying as well, and it seemed that I was not alone, so I started a twin site dealing with, you guessed it, girls-tie-up-boys stories. But shortly after I started this site, Bob closed down his own web page, so I decided change the focus of my site, to make it broader and accept all kinds of tie-up stories. And it's been expanding ever since. Hope this satisfies your curiosity...

 Keep up the good stuff

There are some other ways, and I'm sure that some of the others on this board will be happy to share them with you. But the challenge method always worked for me. 

Dingbat

 She showed me very little sympathy when I woke up, tied up and confused.

 "Welcome back. Did you enjoy ruining my afternoon? We were supposed to go to Michelle's, but you got so blitzed at Freddie's that we had to come back here so you could lie down. That was 3 hours ago. Happy?"

 "Julie, what are you doing? WHo did this to me?"

 "I tied you up all by myself. Proud of me?"

 "Why'd you do this?" I asked, struggled a bit.

 "You ruined my afternoon, now I'm going to ruin your night." she replied.

 "SOrry."

 "Not as sorry as you're gonna be," she said. "You need to be punished. That's why I tied you down. You were so out of it you never even moved. And I'm not untying you until I think you're sorry and have leanred your lesson."

 This was weird. I'd never been tied up before, and now a girl has done it to me. She got up and walked across the room and lowered the shades, then went and locked her bedroom door. (She lived in an apartment and had a roommate - Sara - whose room was across the hall.)

 "Where's Sara?" I asked.

 "Out," Julie said, walking toward me. "So there's no use in you screaming for help. No one's going to rescue you."

 With that she climbed onto the bed and sat on me, straddling around my stomach. She adjusted the pillow under my head.

 "Comfortable," she askexd, giving me an annoyed anmd wicked smile.

 "Not at all," I said, pulling on the ropes. "How about untying me and I'll make it up to you. We'll go to dinner..."

 "No! No way!" she said. "I told you - you pissed me off, and now you pay. You have nothing to negotiate with, so don;t try. You're my hostage, with no leverage. Deal with it."

 I struggled some more while she sat on me. I looked around her to get a better look at what was holding me. It looked like my feet were tied together with silver duct tape and fastened to the frame with rope. My hands were under a blanket over my head and a little out of my sight, but they felt tied with rope too.

 "Struggle all you want. I tied you up very well. You'll only get tired." she said and started to laugh, hard and harder. Pretty soon she was laughing almost out of control. I giggled nervously.

 "What are you planning on doing to me?"

 "Torturing you. What else?"

 "But..." just then I heard the door open downstairs. It must have been Sara, who was also a close friend of mine. This was my chance! "Sa...!" I tried to scream, but Julie clamped her hand down over my mouth, holding her other hand to her lips and shaking her head.

 "Don't even think of yelling," she whispered harshly, moving her other hand down the bed where a pair of socks were. She then held one of the socks over my mouth to muffle any sounds. She looked even more pissed.

 She was now handgagging me with a sock. I heard Sara call for her and coming up the stairs. I was trying to call out but Julie's hand and the sock stopped me.

 "Julie, are you home? I thought you were out?"

 "I'm in here, Sar. I just woke up from a nap," she yelled back, her hand firmly in place while I struggled. She then whispered to me, "You don't shut up and lie still, you die!"

 "Can I come in?" she asked from just outside the door.

 ""Let me get dressed and I'll come out. You want to go to dinner?" and with that she gave me a wry smile, knowing that was what I wanted.

 "Sure. I'll meet you downstairs." And with that I heard Sara - some rescuer! - makiing her way back downstairs.

 Julie smiled, her hand still holding the sock on my mouth.

 "Now where were we? Guess I'll have to wait to torture you." She then reached to the nightstand where the duct tape was with her free hand.

 "I;m going to gag you with this tape. YOu say one word or try to scream and I'll put the tape on your stomach and rip it off. Then you legs! You got it?"

 And with that she very quickly taped my mouth shut with several pieces of duct tape. She got off me and walked to the closet, changing from her sweats to a pair of yellow- striped pants. She then took off her socks and replced them with a clean green pair of socks, then looking for shoes.

 "I'll be back later. If you have any thoughts on escaping, don't. You may not have noticed, but I borrowed Sara's handcuffs - that's what'd holding you to the bed. The rope just reinforces in."

 I grunted under the gag.

 "Well said. I don't want you to even move around, so..." and with that she went to her closet and came out with a piece of twine. She tied it around my big toe, and tied the other end to an empty Coke can. She placed the can on a chair at the foot of the bed, with only a little slack in the twine.

 "This is you alarm," she said. "This was I can tell if you moved. If you do, I torture you worse when I get back."

 I agaiin tried to yell "Don't leave me here," but the gag stopped everything.

 "You ruin my afternoon, I tie you up and gag you. Sounds fair to me," she said, slipping into her shoes and wlaking out the door and turning the lights out. "Bye."

 And she was gone. What could I do? I was tied down and gagged, and now this Coke can was my alarm. To hell with that, I thought. I kicked and kicked and squirmed. The can flew off the chair but I didn't care. I writhed around for a long time before finally giving up. She tied me up too well.

 So I lay there in the dark for a long time, awaiting whatever fate Julie had for me. The only good thing was the nap wiped out any hangover. I felt fine, but I was nervous, but also kind of enjoying myself. It felt weird. I figured I'd beg my kidnapper for mercy when she got home. Or beg Sara.It was the only way.

 Finally I heard the door open, and I heard one set of feet padding up the stairs. Uh oh, I thought. Where's Sara?

 The door opened and Julie walked in. She took her jacket off, took off her shoes, and walked over to the bed and sat down alongside me.

 "Sara's out with Rob - she's staying at his place," she said. What, was she a mindreader? "So looks like we have the place to ourselves."

 She looked at my bound feet and at the Coke can dangling.

 "You tried to escape, didn't you?" she said. I said nothing.

 "I told you you'd get worse if you tried. Now I have to think of something worse, I guess." 

She again straddled me and ripped off my gag. I gasped and winced.

 "Ahhh! Ouch But thanks."

 "It's the least I could do."

 "What are you going to do to me? Or what were you going to do to me?"

 Julie laughed. "No, the torture is the same. The Coke can was just to see how long it would be. I told myself it would be for an hour only if you actually listened. Then I'd untie you. But I guess you can't listen."

 "Julie, what are you going to do me?!"

 "I'm going to tickle you, stupid!"

 "No!!!!" I yelled and she handgagged me again. She knew I HATED to be tickled, because I was so ticklish. I mean I HATED, HATED, HATED it.

 "BEfore I tickle you, what do you want for a gag - socks or tape? You have 10 seconds before I use both." She took her hand off and I tried to beg.

 "JULIE, PLEASE. DON'T TICKLE ME..."

 "Socks or tape?"

 "Oh God, please! I..." and I saw her reaching for the grey socks she took off earlier. "OK! OK! Tape! Please don't put socks in my mouth!""

 "Please don't put socks in my mouth," she whimpered, mocking me. "OK. Tape it is." And she proceeded to gag me with tape again.

 "Let's see - where to start our tickle torture?" she said, poking her finger into my ribs. "How about here? Or here? Or here?"

 I felt my whole body go flush - I was angry as well as laughing. I hated being tickled - it was almost like a fear. But Julie didn't care and she fluttered her fingers around my ribs and stomach. Then up to my armpits and then down to my knees and thighs. I was crying now and bucking but she didn't stop.

 "How about some spider tickles?" she asked and pulled up my shirt and slid her fingers up and down my bare stomach. Then around my neck. I was in hysterics, sobbing and laughing under the gag.

 "Ooh," she squealed, "the spiders like to tickle you almost as much as I like to tickle you."

 Julie then turned around and taunted, "I'm going to tickle your feet! Bet you can't stop me!" She leaned back and tickled the bottoms of my feet. I thought I was going to die or wet my pants or pass out.

 Finally it was over. She took off my gag and watched me sob witl laughter.

 "Want me to tickle you some more?" she asked.

 "No," I panted. No no no no!!!"

 "Want more tickle torture? Want me to tickle your feet and ribs some more?"

 "Pleeeeeeeassse...."

 "Tell me you liked it!"

 "What???"

 "Tell me you liked me tying you up and gagging you and tickling you. Say it or I tickle some more!"

 "I liked it," I relented, even though I didn't really mean it. "I liked being tied up and tickled! And I'm sorry I got drunk and ruined your dat! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't tickle me anymore!!!!!!"

 "Good enough," Julie said, swinging her feet off of me and flopping onto the floor. "Oh, that was the best!"

 "Will you please untie me now?" I begged.

 "No, not yet," she said. "But I won't tickle you anymore- unless I have to. You're scheduled to be released at midnight. It's only 9 p.m. I'm keeping you tied up until midnight."

 "Oh God..."

 "And complaints will only lead to more tickle-torture!"

 So I said, "So what do we do now?"

 "We?" she said. "Well, I go downstairs and have a glass of wine and watch TV. You stay up here, bound and gagged."

 "Gagged?" I asked, not believing this.

 "Gagged," she replied with a sparkle in her eye. "Otherwise you can cry out for help. Socks or tape?" "Oh no..."

 "Socks or tape," she said, picking up the grey socks and putting them under my nose. "Maybe this can help you decide. These socks are pretty dirty."

 "Tape!" I yelled. "Just get those things away from me!"

 Julie giggled and bent down with the duct tape and taped my mouth shut again, but this time with only one piece. She then gave my foot a small tickle while I jumped.

 "Just kidding," she said. "But make any noise and I WILL tickle you. Got it?"

 I nodded and she left. I remained there until midnight, when she untied me. I'll never forget that day. 

When I was a kid, I'd always try to work someone getting tied up into the game we were playing, especially if it was a game based on a TV show or movies. It's harder as a teenager...you have to really come up with something. Of course, you could just pull out some rope and say "put your hands behind you" and see what happens. 

 If you object to tying up your 12-yr old grandson, just don't do it. If you like to play that game with him (obviously he likes it) then let him know he doesn't have to hide your property to get tied up. 

If you are just looking for something to "make him talk", in order to get your watch back, take something of HIS that he likes. (There are other mean things you can do, but I won't go into that.) 

I suppose I'm really asking: what exactly do you want? 

When I was a kid (12 - 13) We often played war games. There were two definate sides depending on the block you lived on. One of the ways we would get new kids (especialy girls) tied up was to tell them that if they wanted to be in our army they had to be trained. Part of the training involved prepairing them in the event of capture and interigation. As part of the training they would have to get tied up and go through a mock interigation. There were one or two of us who boasted knowledge of the other sides methods wich made up the perfect trainers. Most of the time the trainee was tied up in any number of positions almost always had their shoes removed. tickling to some degree was alwasy part of the play as well as an asortment of other tortures. Thing was that even after "training" some would still get tied up over and over again, Lots of fun.

The technique I used, when I was single, was to describe a segment of the Art Linkletter show "PEOPLE ARE FUNNY" which was around in the 1960's. 

During an 8 week segment he had men volunteer to be tied up by a woman. This woman was given 150 feet of rope to use any way she wanted. She had 15 minutes to securely tie him and the men had 5 minutes to free themselves. I would mention this to a girl then would ask if she could do the same to me and about 78% would tie me. I could not get out about 5% of the time but it was exhilerating. Another recent show was on Jerry Springer where wives were allowed to tie their husbands and get revenge due to their husbands treatment of them. I saw men get doused with oil, mud, slapped around, teased with and sexually taunted. Unfortunately I was not ever able to get a woman to do this as I have never treated my wife like dirt.

One day, my best friend, Chris came over. We went in the basement and my parents were gone. I put on some shoes that I got at wal-mart about a month ago. They were white and said sega on it. He got out some rope and we pretended to get in a fight, he got my down and held my feet down. We had little hooks in the cement floor that was used for something else, but we had used it for tying eachother to the ground. He untied my shoes and then bent my feet down until they were flat (I was on my stomach). And then he tied the shoe laces around the hook and took some of the rope over which he wrapped around one hook and around my feet some. After that, he wrapped around two long pieces of rope around my hands and tied them to the two hooks to where my shoelaces had been tied. Now it was very hard to move..I couldn't escape. He tickled me and ticled me until he finally untied me. --- Does anybody feel this way about cheap shoes? :) Just wondering..

Well, over the weekend once again I witnessed Annie "quieting up" Peter-- and it was by far the most extreme incident yet!!! In fact, it's one of the weirdest experiences I've been through in a long, long time!

Here's how it happened. Annie's mom and I both belong to a certain community service organization. The two of us have been selected to plan out a committee which the local chapter is hoping to dust off and revive. I've never had any experience with this particular committee before, but Annie's mom has, in another town where they used to live.

So Annie's mom agreed to bring me up to speed on this committee and how it works. Saturday afternoon I walked over to their place. Annie's dad was puttering around out in the yard, and he and I stood there talking for quite a while.

Then I went into the house, to find out what this committee is all about. I walked across the living room, and through the archway out into the kitchen.

I noticed Peter was over visiting with Annie. The two of them were sitting there in the living room, snuggled up together on the sofa, watching TV. Annie had her big pontoon-feet up on a hassock. She was wearing sweat pants, an oversized Portland Blazers T-shirt, and a baseball cap which somehow co-existed with her ponytail.

I sat down at the kitchen table with Annie's mom, and she started working me through the ins and outs of this committee. Annie's mom is the sort who likes to talk and talk-- she can gust on and on and on about almost anything-- and I found myself glancing every once in a while at my digital wristwatch. Lord, do I ever find committee work dull! Before long, my head was swimming, and I was having a hard time paying attention.

Yet Annie's mom kept gusting and gusting, minute after minute... And you know what? She wasn't even really saying anything! Long minutes dragged by...

In the background, I could hear the sound of the TV, and also the voices of Annie and Peter. I became dimly aware that Annie and Peter were squabbling over something, I don't know just what...

Then all of a sudden, from out in the living room: "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHH!!! Mmmmmmmmmmh, wmmm mmmm hmmmmmm mmmmmmh mmmm hmmmmm! Mmmmmmh hmmm GHMMMMMM! MMMMM HMMM GGHHHMMMMMM!!! Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmh! Mmmmmm hmmmmm, mmmmm hmmm wmmmmm hmmmm ghmmmmm hmmmm, wmmmm hmmmm mmmmmmmmmmh!"

Instantly my heart kicked into overdrive. Out there in the living room, I knew, a 14 year old girl had her big, strong, basketball player hand tightclamped over a 6 year old boy's mouth, to shut him up!

I was thinking to myself, I've seen her holding his mouth before, and that's got to be what's going on out there right now! But if only I could see, and make sure-- oh, damn!

If you think I was having a hard time paying attention to Annie's mother already...

"Mmmmmmmmh! Mmmmmmmmmmhh! Mmmm wwwmmmm hmmmm, ghhmmmmmmmmmm!!" These noises kept up for a good 20 seconds, and I kept expecting Annie's mom to get up and see what was going on-- or maybe to yell, "Anne Marie, just you cut that out!"

But as the stifled barking and groaning continued, Annie's mom kept right on, calmly explaining this committee to me. She was paying no attention at all to the noises which were coming from the living room. I could hardly believe it!

Once the noises ceased, it took me a while to get my mind focused back on what Annie's mom was showing me. Slowly my senses returned to normal.

Nearly a minute passed by. And then, unmistakable noises from out in the living room: "Mmmmmmmh, wmmmm hmmmmmmmmmm..."

Annie's holding Peter's mouth again, I thought. It was only after another stretch of time passed in silence, and then once more I heard a muffled moan from the living room, that it dawned on me...

Yeah, Annie's holding Peter's mouth, all right, but she's not holding his mouth again, she's been holding his mouth all along. After that first time, she never let go. Because now, when Peter makes noises, he just launches right into it, without any intelligible words before or after...

I wish I could see what's going on in the living room! Now, if only I could scoot this chair back about two feet...

From out in the living room, yet again: "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmh, hhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

By this time, my concentration on anything Annie's mom was showing me was shot. So I pretended to be paying attention, while two or three times a minute, another round of stifled noises emerged from the living room. This kept up the rest of the time Annie's mother was gusting at me-- I had an eye on my watch, it was a full 8 minutes.

At long last, the committee ordeal wrapped up. As quick as I could without looking hurried, I got up out of my chair and headed over to the archway into the living room. I wanted to catch a glimpse of this handgagging game before Annie's mom broke it up!

Sure enough, there were Annie and Peter, still snuggled up together on the sofa. And sure enough, Annie had her extremely large, oversized athlete hand clamped tightly over Peter's mouth, her thumb up along the side of his nose. Peter's eyes looked over at me-- he tried to say something, but with his cousin's right palm hardgripped square over his mouth, all he could do was go, "Mmmmmmmmmmh! Mmmmmm, wmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmm..."

I heard Annie's mother behind me, and then I saw her stepping through into the living room. She's about to lower the boom, I thought...

But instead, she just said, "Oh, Peter, what did you do this time?"

Peter: "Mmmmm, mmmmm'mmm hmmmmm mmmm mmm mmmmmmmmmhhh..."

Annie's mom: "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Peter, his brown eyes flashing: "MMMMMMH, MMMMM'mmmm HMMMM mmmmm mmmm MMMMMMMMMMHHH!!!"

Annie's mom: "Oh, Peter, I'm sorry, I can't understand you at all. Is that big bad girl holding your mouth again? Won't she let you go?"

Peter: "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!! MMMMMMMMMMHH, WMMMMMM GGGMMMMMM MMMMMMM! Mmmmmmh mmmmmm hmmmm mmmmm, gmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmm..."

By this time, the blood was draining from my head. I felt as if I was about to faint. I mean, talk about surreal!!!

Annie: "He wanted to argue about who had the remote first. Well," she waved her other hand, with a girlish flick of the wrist, "he won't be able to argue with me any more-- about anything!"

Peter: "Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmm hmmmmm MMMMMMMMMMMHHHH!"

Annie: "Oh, just you shush! Or I'm going to keep holding your mouth shut... forever!"

Peter, wide eyed: "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMH!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHH!!!!!"

Annie: "All right, Peter, that does it. Now I'm going to hold your mouth forever!! And I will never let go of your mouth, no matter what, and I will never, ever let you speak or open your mouth, ever again."

Peter: "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHH!!" Now Peter was gesturing at his aunt and me, mock-pleading in pantomime.

Annie's mother chuckled, looked over at me, and said, "Those two have been playing these mouthholding games all the time lately... The phases kids go through!"

I looked for words, but I couldn't find a thing to say.

Annie's mom continued brightly, "I sort of wondered, at first. But you know, they say it's best to let kids have their way, and work it out on their own!"

I managed a drymouthed croak: "Oh."

Annie's mom, turning and wagging a finger at Annie: "As long as nobody's getting smothered, right?"

The blood was roaring in my ears. I forced myself to ask Annie, "Those noises I kept hearing in here... Have you been keeping your hand over Peter's mouth this whole time, ever since those noises started up?"

Annie, with a spunky, almost proud bob of her head: "Yup!!!"

From there, conversation drifted off into the less discomfiting channels of neighborhood gossip, and how much Annie likes playing basketball. Annie and her mom and I chatted back and forth. Peter lay there cuddled up with Annie, minute after minute with Annie's hand still clamped over his mouth. He contributed to the conversation an occasional, "Mmmmmmh, wmmmmmmmmm"-- it was all he was able to contribute.

After all, his teenage cousin was now holding his mouth "forever"! (And Annie seemed capable of doing it, too! Because she never let her hand get tired. Every once in a while, in a quick, smooth motion, Annie would switch hands, instantly clamping the palm of her other hand down tight over Peter's mouth.)

I glanced at my watch. Annie had now been holding Peter's mouth for 23 minutes straight! Annie's mother saw my glance, and she said, "Oh, Jim, are you in a hurry?"

"No... no, not at all." What, do you think I'm going to up and leave, while Annie has Peter locked in a marathon mouthhold?

Annie's mom: "Well, then let me get you a cup of coffee, it won't take but a few minutes to fix."

I settled into an armchair in the living room, across from Annie and Peter, while Annie's mother retreated to the kitchen to brew coffee. Now, what do you talk about with a 14 year old girl who is sitting there, right in front of you, with her large, smooth, athletic hand fixed tight over a 6 year old boy's mouth "forever"?! A girl who, in fact, has been handgagging the boy now for going on 25 minutes?!

And this girl's mother doesn't even mind??? This girl's mother considers it just one more kid's game??! I mean, I've gathered that these folks are pretty mellow and laid back... but this really takes the cake!!!

I thought of asking Annie some more questions about her peculiar custom of holding Peter's mouth, but then I thought better of it, and instead I went back to one of Annie's favorite topics, basketball, which kept us occupied while Annie's mom was out in the kitchen. (I was also jotting down, in the margins of a diagram Annie's mother had drawn me, a cryptic "shorthand" record of some of the remarks I'd been hearing! þ 2 hv b plg þ mhg gs al 9 t ly-- 9 phs ks g þr!)

Annie's mother handed me a cup of coffee at mouthhold equals 36 minutes and counting. Annie was still holding Peter's mouth "forever."

Somewhere past the 45 minute mark, an exquisite moment:

Annie, to Peter: "Hey, are you trying to open your mouth?"

Peter: "Mmmmmm, mmmm hmmmm wwwwmmmmm!"

Annie: "He keeps working his jaw all the time, like he's trying to get his mouth open... But Peteypoo, you can't get your mouth open no matter how you try, can you? 'Cause I've got you, and I ain't lettin' go." Then Annie bent over and kissed the top of Peter's head.

Peter: "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhh...." 

I nursed my coffee, anxious not to leave while Annie still was mouthholding Peter. Then Annie's dad came in from outside, and that launched a whole new gabfest. Annie's mom asked if I'd like more coffee, and for obvious reasons, I gladly accepted. Annie's dad paid no never mind to the scene on the sofa, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.

When Annie's parents invited me to stay for supper, I was in the clear. I finished my second cup of coffee, and sat back to watch. By now, Annie had been handgagging Peter for well over an hour.

With supper ready on the table, Annie at long last let go of Peter's mouth. She'd done her best to keep her word: "Peter, I'm going to hold your mouth forever!"

As for Peter, he was just sitting there, looking like the cat who got the cream!

I checked my watch. Annie had been handgagging Peter for one hour and thirty-four minutes. That's an awful long time to have your mouth held. Though to a boy like Peter, Annie holding his mouth for an hour and a half straight must feel fondly close to "forever"!

If I did it right this link will take you to a site that tells yo almost a month in advance of almost ALL of the tie up scences on tv,cable ect. The site rocks,but rember one thing,a lot of te ups on tv is ussaly prett short,but it is worth it.

 I ave found most of the sites I was talking about in my earlier letters :) I will be back with more tv tie up links,there are some awesome sites out there.
And to answer a question yep I am the SAME TW from the little 'ole web tv :) I do have the site link for the duct tape pics,I have t go and get it,I was just there but tripod wouldnt let me get past the home page,thy said try latter :)

 I want to mentiona few names Mason,DJ, Ziggy,Zorro, Nath,coodude,sorry I cant rember everybody but these "guys" write a lot,also yes Canuck my "noseyness" was quenched :)
Well I hogged up enough space with out a tie up story so back to the reason most people come here :) I will in my next letter tell you all about the local news that ambushed a fellow bondage fan,it was none other than Issac W. of Harmony concept fame.

 They showed a lot of women tied up on the local news,i was very intersting. Stay cool people :) 

 He is in the same area as me and I have talked to a model he has worked with,and she said he is very nice,anyways the local news did a "sting" on him,answeing one of his ads,they used a hidden camera and filmed him at a local eatery as he expalined to the woman about his videos and they evan filmed him tieing and gagging a woman which then he took pics if for his web site.

 The bottom line is he was going to film the woman in this park but they ambushed him an stuck a cammera in is face.

 Now they said it was a six months investigtion,and they just happened to air it on the very FIRST day of the november sweeps,and it was a two parter,now where Issac went wrong he was in a public park and it was near a middle school. The women he tied up a lot of times were topless so people that were interviewed freaked. Most of them heard the word bondage and went spaz big time,thinking he was some (issac) kind of kook,which he is not. 
MY question is if they were so concered for the kids why did it take six months to get the story THAT just hhappened to air on the very first day of the november sweeps??

 If nothing else Issac was guilty of bad judgement nothing else. I have said before some people here the word bondage and think all sorts of negitive things,though it is getting better. SO anyway that is the story I thankfully taped it. and as far as I know he is stll makeing videos.
I will now be quiet untill I tell a real story :) Stay cool people

 BTW it is not a story it really happened and it was on our local news and since I saw it I thought some people hear might like to hear about it. As for where he lives not that imporant(well it is,but since that was what got him in trouble in the first place..)

 I am sorry to hear about doug's site,hopefully he will make another one :) Stay cool people

Do both his wrists separately with the knee highs then wrap tape around the wrists covering the stocking and the knots about 3 times making sure the tape is overlapping. Then make certain that the end of the tape is at the back of each wrist. 

If you want even more security.....instead of wrapping the tape around the knee highs have him fold his thumb into the palm of his hand and fold his fingers over the thumb. You then wrap tape around each hand several times effectively pinning both fingers and thumbs. Thee is no way he can get the tape off and you can tie his wrists anyway you like. 

Lastly, you can get a pair of thumbless and finderless mittens, place one over each hand and secure with tape then tie the wrists.....impossible to get out of. 

When I was about 12 (and active in playing tied-up games) I knew that the first step in getting someone helpless is to immobilize or control the hands. If you want to be able to move your "victim" around, this usually means getting the hands secured behind his or her back. 

Many people can of course get their hands in front of them by slipping their bound wrists over their butt and stepping through them (lying on their backs); this is particularly true of females who usually have a greater limb-length to torso-length ratio. 

I usually began by getting the person's wrists crossed behind his or her back, like an "X". Wrapping rope or clothesline both vertically and horizontally, like a "T" or a " ". The wrists should be crossed fairly high, but not too high. The knot should be away from reach of the fingers....preferably between the body and the backs of the crossed wrists. (This has the advantage, also, of allowing the "victim" to lie on his or her back, if no further arm restraints are used, because the crossed wrists naturally go to the small of the back when one reclines, rather comfortably.) 

To further prevent slipping, wrap the ends of the rope several times around the wrists where they stick out of the " " bondage; that is, around the lower poles of the "X" formed by the crosssed wrists. 

Now you must prevent the "victim" from getting his/her hands in front where teeth might be used to pick knots. Rather than simply wrapping rope around the body (which can be slipped sometimes), I always tied each arm just above the elbow and then pulled the elbows toward each other, behind the "victim's" back, and tied them. Since you can't touch your elbow with the same hand, you can't touch either elbow with either hand when they are bound together; it's very hard to untie. WARNING: This can be a bit severe and the hands can go numb in a short time; depending upon the body build of the "victim" you might not want to tie the elbows together...just be sure the rope between them is rather taught. 

By the way...this is easier if the shirt is removed (which by old convention in my circle of "TUGGERs" was mandatory for boys anyway). Removing the shirt (for boys) also facilitates an appropriate "torment" or other fate. Needless to say, removing any footwear is also recommended but it can be done later if need be. 

Now that you have the boy shirtless and his arms immobilized, you can pretty much further tie/restrain him at your leisure...for example, tie him to a chair or a pole or hogtie him. Also, you can walk the person around, still helpless with his hands behind him, should you want to move the person from place to place. But the important thing is to secure the hands...if he can't use his hands he can't untie anything else. 

Duct tape seems to be quite popular these days (when I was a kid we didn't have access to large supplies and couldn't afford to buy it). Crossing the wrists behind the back and taping them together with duct tape should be very effective. "Silk" medical tape, in either one-inch or two-inch rolls, is also very strong and effective. 

Well, there's my two cents' worth, which may have to be modified to be appropriately effective for your grandson's particular body build. 

Good Luck!

Please keep us advised of your further adventures with your grandson. 

Good Luck!

 His (ex)web host Tripod, behaves exactly like the gunslingers of old, they delete first without so much as a by your leave and ask questions afterwards. Its likely that someone complained (?!? - what is there to complain about on his site?) and they reacted in the usual manner.

 Sadly, it's not the first time that this has happened - several excellent sites have been deleted just like that last year and this year also.

 If any of you are ever thinking about building a (bondage) website, Tripod as well as Geocities are the last people you should go to.

The link you gave, "koadid.tripod.com . . ." doesn't seem to work. It takes me to a screen with an image of a girl tied in a chair, and being meanced by what looks like "Igor the hunchback" on the left. 

There is no going left or right, up or down, and no links to anywhere deeper in the site. Perhaps you could come up with a better link????? Thanks. 

Yeah, it was an experience to witness Annie handgagging Peter for an hour and a half straight! But you're right, I was also just about flipping out! The worst of it, somehow, came as it was driven home to me that Annie's mom takes these handgagging games quite in stride, and that Annie and Peter are free to play these games to their hearts' content, right out in the open: "The phases kids go through!"

Actually, I think this is a wise approach for a family to take. It's just that I don't think most parents would be quite so mellow about it, if their 14 year old daughter took to playing frequent "mouthholding games" with her 6 year old cousin-- do you?!

This latest incident brings to mind my old rule of thumb that, the longer the handgagging, the less often you will see it happening.

For instance, go out to the mall, and you'll find that it's not an everyday occurrence, but not so very rare either, to see a mom handgagging a noisy kid for several seconds.

You'll see umpteen incidents like this, for every one like that time I saw a girl in her late teens walking the entire length of a shopping mall, and out into the parking lot, with her hand fixed firmly over the mouth of a 9 or 10 year old boy, who kept pulling on her hand and arm. (Gee, wonder what he'd done wrong!)

And you'll see umpteen incidents like this, for every one like the time I saw a woman, at a public performance, briefly handgag a talky boy, and then she made a rash threat of what she was going to do to him if he talked once more. Of course, he talked once more. And so rather than lose cred, she held his mouth for the rest of the performance, nearly half an hour.

But Annie holding Peter's mouth "forever" goes way beyond that, and it is the longest nonstop handgagging I've ever witnessed. Though if you could monitor these two kids day in and day out, I wonder how long that record would stand?

 Jim as for your hand gagging stories,wow to say the least :) I think you are right on the money. I think handgagging is more personel than if you just gag a woman with a tape or whatever,and the reasonfor this I think is that you are makeing contact it can have more sexual tension.At least tha's my take on it. stay cool people. http://members.tripod.com/koadid/stuff.html

If you have any more TUG stories, by all means, share them! 

Have fun!

 Well a kids we always played games,one day I was outside and pat came walking up to me from his house,I hadn't noticed his hands were behind his back. When he got to me he turned around and I saw his hands were handcuffed ,he said he put them on and he couldnt get them off,they were not the rea kind,but the kid kind but those work just like the real things when you are a kid.

 He asked me t take them off and I did(now if it was his sister,heh heh) well then he put them bac on again,I let him out right away,he then "cuffed himself AGAIN!! By this time I thought he was being stupid so when he askedme to let him out I said no.
he didnt agrue,h just strted to walk back to his house. As he got to the street a grl came walking up to hm,I couldnt hear what they were saying,but he turned his back to her,so she could see he was handcuffed,she sad something to him and she walked away laveing him handcuffed.Pat

 then went into the house and that was the last I saw of him that day,but I knew his mom was home. If only it as his sister ~sigh~

Thanks for the link. Just one comment: It's a great site, but seems to be limited to just scenes involving girls and women. Nothing wrong with that, but I do happen to be a fan of ALL bondage, not just female, and not just male. A site that limits itself to just one gender is only half complete.

Your best bet if you are over 18 go to Harmony concepts,click on the new & old videos and mag icon,then look fo this M B before the title of the video and you will get to see pics of men tied up by women.
HELLKANE RECENTLY a lot of sites are being shut down,left and right,so they are not singleing you out,Try the Yahoo clubs they seem opened to all the tie up/bondage stuff.

 Again get a free yahoo mail acct,then go to the club section and if you are at least 18 type in the wrd bondage and see all the bondge clubs come up. One warning,you have to join each club if you want to see the photos,it is all FREE it just takes a few minutes just a small pin :)
MIKE? I hope I got your name right,as for self bondage,well as much as I dont like to admit this,I am pretty good at it because not only was my g/f not into tie ups as me she also most times refussed to tie me up,funny thing though when she woould "find" me tied up and gagged she sure seemed to take great pleasure in my plight. I will tell those stories next time. One thing though always have a safety "net" if no one is hme but youreself. 

I was always fascinated with the notion of getting my mouth held, as far back as I can remember, at least back to age 3. However I never saw or heard of it being done (so where did it come from?) and in fact the first handgagging I ever witnessed was in 2nd grade, once when our teacher shut up a noisy classmate of mine. I remember watching, galvanized, and wishing it could have been me.

Then in 4th grade we had a teacher I've mentioned before-- Miss Vanderkamp, a twenty-something wonder who made frequent use of handgagging as a method of classroom discipline. Of course, I wanted her to handgag me, and so I went out of my way to talk, whisper, make noise, interrupt, talk back to her, get sassy, etc. You cannot imagine the sense of triumph in me as Miss Vanderkamp would advance with long legged stride toward my desk, to clamp her big, warm, strong hand over my mouth. As I sat there with my mouth firmly imprisoned in the palm of Miss Vanderkamp's hand, I felt positively electrified, as if I was being propelled through into some alternate state of consciousness.

At that age I had no sense of anything sexual to it, just a powerful sense of excitement, like getting a special birthday present. On the "personal" front, Miss Vanderkamp was my favorite teacher in grade school-- and not only for her handgagging, though that no doubt was a factor.

Though actually I had that very same electrified, "alternate consciousness" feeling, the two times Miss Vanderkamp taped my mouth shut... for the rest of the day, hours on end, the lower part of my face extremely heavily bandaged up with athletic tape, like a muzzle. (That was definitely back in the days before lawsuits!) I loved the "personal touch" of Miss Vanderkamp handgagging me, but I also loved Miss Vanderkamp gagging me with tape. So I dunno, go figure! :-)

Thanks for the info, but I should have clarified a bit. I am not into gay bondage. The sight of naked (or scantily clad), tied people, male or female, is not my thing at all, and to my mind, borders on perversion. 

I do have fond memories of my youth, when my brothers, my friends, and I played such games. We tied each other up a lot, but there was never anything sexual about it. Hell, our knowledge of sex at 11, 12, 13, and even 14, was "limited." I didn't start thinking about girls until I was halfway through my 15th year, but up to that point, me (and my friends) chasing girls was like a dog chasing a car. We wouldn't know what to do with it when we caught it. 

We were more interested in baseball, football, Boy Scouts, camping, and other "guy things." Then, suddenly, at around 15 1/2, those odd creatures with the big chests and the long hair became very interesting. :-) 

As for my own thoughts, anyone who would harm a child, or who would cause harm to come to a child, or who would use a child as a sexual object, or for sexual gratification, deserves the harshest penalty allowed under the law. There is no hell hot enough for them. 

 15yrs old,a late bloomer huh :) I liked girls earlier than that,but I was so shy it was a long time before I had a date I didnt get to play tie up games with girls outside my family untill I was about 17.
JIM your story reminded me of something that happned when I was a kid,2nd or 3rd grade.We also had a teacher who on more than one time would tape gag noisey kids,I rember one time a boy in my class was talking,the teacher came over and used two pices of scotch tape makeing a x and taped his mouth shut

 She left him like hat untill the lunch bell rang. I watched with fasanation as she did this,hopeing she would do it to a girl,she never did,darn it.
NOW a story :)
But which one?? I am remembering a lot of stuff I forgot. Well I think I will tell you guys about a self bondage and handcuffs.

 One day I was very bored and my girlfriend was out shopping,so I dug out my ropes and a pair of handcuffs. It was 2 very long pices of rope.I tied my feet togeatherand wraped the rope all the way up and around my legs,and tied it rather tight.

 I then took the 2nd rope and tied around my chest,leaveing just enough slack so I could latter put my arms through. Now it was time for the gag.I put a few cotton balls in my mouth and then used about 3 pices of duct tape over that,then I put a scark over that.I then sliped my arms into the ropes one at a time,with my hands in front of me,I then put the only one hand in the "cuffs,and the key in my front pocket.

 The reason for the one hand,was I didnt knw how long she would be gone,and with no one else in the house I waited untill I heard her put the keys in the door
I sat there for a good 10-15 minutes,before I heard her, I quickly snapped the hancuffs on my other hand, There I sat in the liveing room tied up and gagged on the couch in front of the tv.After a few minuted she walked in saw me on the couch,didnt evan blink a eye,said she was back,walked out of the room,but came back twice to show me what she had bought,taling to me like this was a normal everyday thing.

 She didnt evan ask if I wanted to be untied,instead she went into the dinning room and made a couple of calls while I sat tied up and gagged on the couch. She talked to her sister,and one of her girlfreinds,maybe 20 minutes passed before she came back in,it was then she asked me if I wanted to be untied.

 I mfffed yes and she asked me where the keys were,well I mmmphhed some more,she had to ungag me so I could tell her where the key was.
I loved the look on her face when she saw how well I was gagged. She got the key out of my pocket and undid the hndcuffs,she then walked away saying you can untie yourself the rest of the way,which I did,took me about 10 minutes to get free. I have more self tie up stories I will tell them lattr if you want. 

 I was hoeing for more stories,but I gess I will have to wait,but since it is th weekend :) 

I am hopeing for either some cool stories or some sort of disscution, I like both :) like you couldnt tell right :) Latter people :)

"Cowboys and Indians. huh?" I asked. The girls jumped, startled, then stared at me for a moment. Then the little one piped up, saying "We're playing detective."
 

"I see... are you two the bad guys?" I queried.
 

The oldest one spoke up,"No, we all want to be detectives, so we're taking turns.".
 

I'd been interested in tying up girls since I was their age, and my heart raced as I saw an opportunity. "Why don't I be the bad guy?", I suggested.
 

The girls agreed, delighted. They quickly untied the redhead and handed me the rope. "you kidnap one of us, and the others wil have to find you!" the redhead offered. I looked over the three kids, trying to decide which one to start with. The littlest one had long blonde hair and wore a pink t-shirt, blue shorts and sandals. The redhead wore a white t-shirt, denim shorts and white tennis shoes without socks. The oldest had chin-length blonde hair, and wore a blue halter-top, pink shorts and pink sneakers with white knee socks.
 

I decided to start with the oldest, figuring the younger two would be easier to catch later. I pulled her gently in front of me, spun her around and tied her wrists together behind her back, tight enough so she couldn't get loose, but not so tight as to hurt. I bend down and tied her ankles together as well, then hefted her up onto my shoulder.
 

"You two count to a hundred, then come find us." I told the others. They dutifully turned to the tree and closed their eyes, counting out loud. Carrying the pretty ten-year old, I walked quickly into the woods to find a hiding spot.
 

...more to follow...

That one incident happened when I was sent to another classroom on an errand. Imagine my surprise when I got to that room, and noticed how one girl was sitting and busily working at her desk, with her mouth obliterated with several pieces of masking tape! I stood there up front by this teacher's desk, looking down at her hands, and thinking, these are the hands that taped that girl's mouth shut. For one lunatic moment, I thought of asking this teacher why she did it-- why was the girl's mouth taped shut? But somehow I didn't have the nerve.

My experience is, many people who went to grade school years back have stories to tell of times when a teacher taped someone's mouth shut. Back then it was pretty much taken for granted. Nowadays it's a lawsuit. It seems the sea change in attitudes has come about in the past 15 or 20 years.

 I walked off into the woods, with the ten-year old slung over my shoulder like a sack of feed. I decided to head for a small wooden clubhouse I knew of- no one knew when it was built, but when I was younger my friends and I had used it, before outgrowing it and leaving it to the next group of kids to find.

 Along the way, I tried to start up a conversation with my prisoner, asking if she was comfortable and introducing myself. "My name is Nancy Drew," she replied bravely, "and you'll never get away with this!".

 I decided to play along, and summoned up my best villain voice. "We'll see about that, my snooping little friend! Once I get you and your friends out of the way, no one can stop me! Muhuhahahahaha!". Playing her part in our little drama, she began to call for help, in her most pitiable damsel-in-distress voice.

 I set her down on the path, about halfway to the clubhouse, and began untying her ankles. The whole time I'd been carrying her, my hands had been resting on her sock-covered calves, and I decided I wanted to see her feet (I had a bit of a foot fetish even then). I pulled her shoes and socks off and tied one of the socks over her mouth, saying "We can't have you calling for your friends now can we?". I retied her now bare feet and picked her back up, tucking the other sock in my back pocket and leaving one of the shoes on the trail as a clue for the others to find. With my hands again resting on her calves and her squirming toes dangling in front of me, we continued down the path.

 The sock wasn't much of a gag, but she played her part admirably, sobbing and letting out muffled cries for mercy as we reached the fort. I dropped the other shoe just outside the door and took her inside, setting her down on a tattered old chair some kids had dragged in years ago. I tied a rope around her waist, securing her to the chair back, then stepped back to admire my handiwork. Before me sat a cute ten-year old girl, bound playfully but securely hand and foot, gagged (sort-of) and barefoot. I heard voices approaching- no doubt her intrepid friends were hot on my trail.

 "Now to see about your little friends!" I said, still playing my part as the villain. I crouched down, unable to resist giving her a quick tickle on those soft little soles, then headed out to try to capture the other two.

 ...more hopefully tomorrow.

As for the wild thought that struck me-- "Ask this teacher why she taped the girl's mouth shut"-- I must have had the better part of a minute, as I waited, when I could have spoken up and asked this woman why she did it to the girl. But I simply chickened out. Also, I'd already gotten my mouth taped shut by Miss Vanderkamp, and I liked it, and I was afraid that if I asked this woman, my fascination might show.

Moreover, a crazy and unrealistic(??) fear overtook me-- that if I asked this woman why she'd tapegagged the girl, this woman's response would be to get out the masking tape, and tape my mouth shut, and send me back to Miss Vanderkamp's room with my mouth taped shut! Indeed, I must confess, in my boyish mind this became a fantasy which preoccupied me the rest of the day! I also fantasized over what Miss Vanderkamp might do to me, if I came back from an errand to another room, gagged with tape! Which shows you how my mind worked at 10 years of age.

As for the general question, I think you're right. In my experience it was always female teachers who handgagged or tapegagged kids-- these female teachers almost always did it to the boys, almost never to the girls-- and I never saw or heard of a male teacher who tapegagged or handgagged a student. In fact, in or out of school, it seems virtually all of the many handgaggings I've witnessed over the years have been done by a female. I wonder why?

I had a lot off cool harmony mags all about fun/love tie ups :) well in the middle of this huge stack I had some other mags that were still "nice" but harder(pic wise) than the harmony mag.

 Well as my freind looked at them,one of the first things he said was how all the women seemed to be SMILEING,which is what love tie up games are all about,there is nothing hotter than a tied up woman who is ENJOYING her self and haveingg as much fun as the person who tied her up :)

The thing is still too many people dont understand tie up games or fun PLAYFULL bondage in general. My friend couldnt understand WHY someone wuld want to be tied up.
NOW someone posted on this page about tied up wome/kids on tv,something I rember from a LONG time ago,was this cool thing I saw on the BOZO te CLOWN tv show. It may evan have been the WGN (chicgo) show,anyways as you know there is always games they play

 This game called for 8 or 10 kids,I am thinking around 10 or so,evan # of boys and girls. the girls were givven large roll of ribbion,the kind you use on presents :) The girls then had so many minutes to tie up the boys,the girl who frist used all the ribbion on the boy they would win he prize.

 For young girld they did a good job on the boys, most of the boys could not get out by themselfs. I rember after one girl won and the game was over another girl,kept tieing up the boy she was paired with :) 

 As many of you may know I did a web page for the more adult stories that Canuck doesnt want or allow hear :) On my web site it was still albout playfull fun tie ups,bu still for the over 18 crowd. I had dreambook for again the more adult stories,so my dreambook was a little diff :) 

My question is why do so many people start a dreambook that is just the same as here?? I know there are others that get more detailed in a specif area,that I understand. Mind you I am not knocking anybody, I was just wondering :) On my wrestling news group it was about wwf wrestling,and there was only 50 some odd SAME groups when I made mine,why did I do it?? Who kows :)

 NOW for the INFO :)
Watch E! channels search party whenever you can they do play some cute tie up games with women in bathing suits :)

 In one very cool game the women were covered in shaveing cream then wraped neck to feet in saran wrap and then covered in sand,wow,This all happened on a public beach with a nice crowd watching :)

 ANYWAYS the pointis I have read a lot of GREAT storries That I have liked so much that I have re_read them countles times,evan printed up a few,but I never commented on them,SO keep posting please:)

Almost all the stories I have posted hardly no one has had anythng to say about them,but I STILL keep posting :) Thats all from me for today,as it's time for that dreaded 4 letter word: WORK. I will be back latter if I can think of a real story that has happened to me:) Stay COOL people :)

Yep, it's true, my web site, Knotbusters, has been removed by Tripod. They didn't even tell me. I only found out after reading my e-mail.

Not to worry: Knotbusters will be back. I'm working on that right now. Once the new site is up, I shall let everybody know about it right here, and over at Brian's page. 

And Suomynona, I will post a new story here sometime around the first of January. Hey, life goes on, y'know? 

To "interested": Thanks for your compliments. 

I would like to thank everybody for their concern, and wish all of you, posters and readers alike, a safe and Happy Holidays.

 Hang on in there new stories are comeing,it goes in waves,yes lately more "chat" but check out the name /charter "discuss" is in there,dont get me wrong I love the stories,but I also like to "hear what people are thinking :) also :) Mildred a few idea comeing up shortly :)

 Unaware of my presence, the little blonde turned to her redheaded friend and solemnly said "The bad guy must have taken her to this old haunted mansion!".

 I looked at the decrepit little shack, built from mismatched lumber and held together by clusters of bent nails. Haunted Mansion??? Little kids' imaginations are the best!

 As they argued over who would go into the dark doorway first, a muffled cry for help came from inside the hideout. "She's in there alright," said the redhead, "let's save her!"

 Before they could move, I burst out of the shadows with my fingers pointed like a gun. "Not so fast, you two- I got ya covered!"- my villain voice had slipped into a brooklyn gangster accent. "Hands in the air!"

 The two little girls dutifully raised their hands into the air and turned to face me. The little blonde raised her head to look me in the eye as I approached, and bravely demanded "What have you done with our friend??!!!"

 I spun her around and pulled her wrists together behind her back. "Same thing I'm gonna do to you two!" I barked, tying her slender wrists gently but firmly. The two girls looked at one another and grinned, saying only "Uh oh..."

 I quickly tied the redhead's wrists behind her back and marched them inside. When they saw their little friend, bound and gagged in the chair, the redhead said "Don't worry Sadie, we'll get you out of this!". The ten-year old in the chair said something- I'm pretty sure she said "I'm NANCY DREW!". I whipped out the other sock from my back pocket and gagged the redhead, then scrounged around until I found a clean-enough rag to gag the littlest one with. I sat them down and slipped off the redhead's shoes, revealling her pale little feet, then slipped the sandals off the tiny blonde. I tied their ankles together, then stepped back. The two youngsters were squirming and mmmphing like crazy, and for a moment I thought the ropes might be too tight. I moved to the seven-year old and pulled her gag out of her mouth.

 "You ok? Are the ropes too tight?" I asked.

 "You'll never get away with this, mister bank-robber!". Apparently I'd been promoted to bank robber. Satisfied that they were only playing their roles, I replaced her gag and resumed my villain voice.

 "I don't know how you three found my hideout, but now you're my prisoners. Now you're gonna tell me where you hid those jewels I've been after- OR ELSE!". This statement was greeted by a chorus of three poorly gagged kids, giggling and shouting 'No Way!" and "We'll never Talk!" and the like.

 "Well then," I boomed, "I guess I'll have to TORTURE it out of you! Perhaps...(pause for dramatic effect)...TICKLE TORTURE!!!"

 The three youngsters shrieked and giggled as I approached slowly, singling out the little redhead. I grabbed ahold of her bound ankles and lifted her squirming feet onto my lap. My fingers drew closer to her delicate soles and she braced herself for the severe tickling to come...

 ...And that seems like a good place to leave you hanging for today. Thanks for the encouragement everyone, and more willl follow I promise.

 That is how my story begins… It happened just this past Saturday. Evan and I had met at my place around 5 to prepare all our goodies and put my little brother to bed. My parents were out and entrusted me to baby-sit my young brother Michael. Anyway, with Michael in bed Evan and I readied two rolls of duck tape and thin string for our evening. Both Evan and I were excited to get the opportunity to get back at Talya and Tom for them tying us up.

 After all our props were set we just relaxed and planned for the evening we had ahead. As predicted Talya and Tom arrived at my place at 7:00 PM. We were having a sleepover plus bondage game. Tom and Talya also came prepared “Hope you two are ready to spend the night as our prisoners” Tom gloated. “We’ll just see about that,” I said. For those of you who don’t know from our previous story, Tom and Talya are 19 and Evan and I are 18. We decided to skip all the pleasantries and get right on with our game. Evan and I took our guests downstairs to where all our goodies including tape, rope and cloth were set up. “Ok then” Talya says as she puts down her bag “Now how do we decide who gets to tie first?” “Well we’ll flip a coin,” I added. “And whoever wins gets to decide whether or not they want to tie… or be tied” then I chuckled in excitement. We gathered in a circle around my coffee table where Evan said he would toss the honorary coin to decide our fate. “You call it in the air Tom” Evan stated as he tossed the coin. “Tails” Tom yelled as the coin hit the floor…

 “Tails” Yelled Talya as the coin landed on the tails side. Evan and I had lost the coin toss and now it was up to Talya and Tom to decide whether or not Evan and I would be tied. Talya and Tom got into a little huddle and quietly whispered to each other. Evan and I stood in quiet aw waiting to see our fate. After a minute of deliberation Tom turned to us and said “Ok guys Talya and I will allow you to tie us up, however, as soon as we are out we get to tie you guys up right after”. “It’s a deal” Evan and I said in agreement. While Evan gathered the materials into a pile Talya took off her sweater and changed into her tank top and Tom changed into his T-Shirt at my request. This made it easier for tying and allowed them to have fun with more flesh touching.

 With all our materials ready Evan and I set on our task to make Tom and Talya inseparable.

 Evan started by tying Talya’s hands behind her back in a simple crisis cross fashion with the rope. “Now make sure that’s tight” I asked Evan. “Oh don’t you worry” he replied as he fastened the knot in the rope. Talya squirmed as the rope was obviously a little uncomfortable. “Not too tight” Tom said concerningly. We then turned our attention to Tom. We stood Talya and Tom face to face right up against one another. Then we took Tom’s arms and wrapped them around Talya so his hands met hers. Evan had Tom and Talya hold hands before tying their connected hands together by wrapping layers of saran wrap over them. Evan then secured the saran wrap with tape. Continuing we took more saran wrap and tied Tom and Talya together face to face with tape around them at chest, waste and stomach level. “Turned on yet?” I joked. “Oh yeah” Talya said back. “Just remember your next”. “Well better make this hard then” Evan said ripping more tape off. “Where else can you tie us?” Talya asked. “There is no space left”. “Oh well find space” I said gathering some rope. Although their upper bodies were well tied we could find more ways. We put their legs together and secured them with rope. Talya had to put her leg between Tom’s legs and his legs between hers. We then tied their legs together at the ankles and knees. The way their legs were tied they had Talya’s leg, then Tom’s, Talya’s...then Toms again. They were very well secured...but we weren’t done. Just for some finishing touches we then wrapped rope around their already bound legs securing them even more together. Finally Evan and I took some more saran wrap and wrapped it around the two of them at their butts. We watched Talya and Tom whispering to each other obviously thoroughly enjoying being secured so snugly together.

 “Ok guys if your done flirting you can begin”. I joked. But it sure didn’t look like they wanted to begin. Tom and Talya stood tied together giggling. “When do we get released?” Talya inquired. “How about never” Evan joked. “Fine by me” Tom said coming right back. The way they were tied it looked like both Talya and Tom were very snug. They were tied so close together they looked like they melted into one another. “Ok guys we’ll leave you for a while then. But don’t get to comfy we’ll be back”. “Yeah just remember you guys are next” Talya reminded us. Evan and I shut off the light for the downstairs room and left those two in the basement tied together.

 I could barely contain myself and how much fun I was having. “That should hold them for a while” Evan said while looking over his shoulder at me. “That is so funny” I replied. “And I bet their enjoying every minute of it”. Evan and I sat down in the living room and chatted a bit all the while listening to the struggled sounds of Talya and Tom downstairs. “No not that way!” we heard from downstairs. “Ouch Tom that’s too far”, “I can’t bend that way”, “Maybe if we....no that doesn’t work” and “”These ropes are really tight” followed as Tom and Talya continued to struggle. All Evan and I could do was laugh, it was so funny. After a while of listening to them downstairs I turned to Evan and asked “What are we gonna do when we have to release them? They’re really gonna give us a hard bind to get out of” I marked. “I’m not sure, maybe we should have considered that when we tied them” Evan replied. “Although we could hide knives or scissors if you wanted too”.

 “Should we check on our hostages?” Evan added. We walked back downstairs to see how they were doing. We found Tom and Talya just the way we had left them. Still tightly bound together just standing there eyes closed holding each other. “Should we leave you guys for a bit longer?” I asked as Tom and Talya shot up. “I think were done, its your turn now” Talya responded.

 It took Evan and I a few minutes to peel off all the layers of saran wrap and tape that held them together. When they were untied they took a few minutes to regain the feeling in their arms. “Well guys you know what’s next”. Evan and I knew. “I’ll be right back” Evan said as he ran upstairs. I changed out of my sweater into my tank top and waited for Evan to return. When he walked back down he was wearing a T- shirt and Tom and Talya led us over to the same spot where we had tied them. “Ok guys back to back please” Talya asked. As Evan and I stood with our backs together Tom took the saran wrap and unwrapped a large section of tape. Evan was a little taller than me which didn’t matter much in the end because our arms were still the same length, which would matter in a minute. With us back to back, Tom took my left wrist and Evan’s right, then tied them together with a huge section of saran wrap. The wrap was so snug it fit like spandex right over our wrists forcing them together. Tom added more saran wrap around our arms again at our elbows. Again forcing them together very snugly. Talya took the wrap from Tom and did the same to our arms on my right side and Evan’s left side forcing both our arms together.

 After our arms, they moved onto our legs. Tying my out legs together with the saran wrap and enforcing it with duck tape around our ankles and knees. It was very snug and even in our jeans we could feel the contours of each others legs. “Hot enough for ya?” Tom joked. “Ah shut up” I added. “Ok well were not done yet”. “I think we might be in trouble Jules” Evan admitted to me. Jules was the nickname he had for me. “Yeah you guys are really gonna be stuck” Talya added. From our legs they moved onto our upper bodies. They encircled tones and tones of saran wrap around Evan and I at our stomachs and Chests. Firmly securing our backs together. Evan and I squirmed a lot because we were tied really rightly together. “Too tight?” Tom asked. “Oh of course not” Evan replied. “We can get out of this”. “Evan what are you doing?!” I yelled. “We can do it Jules” He reassured me. “Its your call” said Talya as she pulled out more tape and reinforced our already bound bodies.

 When she was done reinforcing the saran wrap Evan and I were so tightly bound together that we just couldn’t move one body part without us both moving. I jokingly pulled my arms forward, which then forced Evan backwards. “Hey!” he said from behind me forcing his arms back. “Ok guys cut it out” Talya warned. “Ok you guys can go ahead” She motioned for us to start struggling and we sure did. Back and forth Evan and I struggled. Our arms and bodies still very much stuck to the delight of Tom and Talya. ”Geeze Jules were really stuck” Evan admitted as we continued to move ourselves back and forth. “Picture perfect aint it Talya” Tom laughed. After a few minutes Evan and I just stopped struggling and stood still. Not like we could do much, we were quite securely tied together.

 “Aw you guys give up too easy” Talya gloated. Being tied so securely to Evan I could feel him breath and everything from behind me. Which is pretty tight seeming we both could. “Ok well we’ll give you guys some privacy like you gave us” Talya said as she and Tom walked up the stairs and shut off the lights leaving Evan and I in darkness. “You had to ask them to tie it tighter” I said to Evan, not as much frustrated (cause I was enjoying myself) as I was just joking around. “Can they here us?” Evan asked in return. “I don’t think so” I replied,”Why?”. “Good, cause I’ve got my pocket knife in my pocket”. “Good thinking” I responded. “But how do we get it?” I asked. “You have to move with me I gotta reach my pocket” Evan replied. “Ok I said” sorta hesitant to reach into his pocket but...like we had a choice.

 Very carefully we struggled around until our hands reached his side. Our hands being tied together it was hard to get them into his pocket but we managed it. my fingers and his search around and found the small smooth object we were looking for. We held the knife between our figures and pulled it our very slowly not to drop it. “all right Julia now slowly move towards our wrists” Evan said from behind me. We slowly rotated the knife around to our wrists and started moving it back and forth. We managed to cut through most of the saran wrap, moving our hands together back and forth. Struggling with the rope was very interesting being tied so tightly and snugly together. We were almost through the tape when “OH NO” our fingers slipped and we dropped the knife. “Shit” I yelled as the knife hit the floor. We were so close to getting through the tape and saran wrap. “What are you guys doing down there?” Talya yelled from upstairs. “She can’t notice the knife” I told Evan and we shuffled ourselves over to the knife on the floor. Talya walked down the stairs and just missed the knife as Evan and I managed to move ourselves over to it and cover it from her sight. “Are you guys enjoying yourselves?” Talya asked. I just nodded my head and tapped Evan with my hand to do the same. “Alrighty then, I’ll go back to my middling” Talya said as she walked back up the stairs.

 Evan and I breathed a sigh of relief for we were almost caught with the knife. But now we were stuck with the knife on the floor. We realized we could try to get down on the floor and get it but with us tied back to back and our legs secured together as well we could not get down safely. “How about if we move over to the side of the wall and rubbed up against that?” I asked. “Well its worth a shot” Evan replied and we the shuffled ourselves over to the wall and started rubbing our legs against the corner. After 10 minutes of struggling to release ourselves our legs were getting really tired. But Evan earged me on and after a few more minutes the tape fell off. “Great work” I congratulated Evan. “Yeah but were not quite done yet” Evan replied. Now we had to get back to the knife. Now with our free legs we walked over to the spot on the floor where the knife sat and stood above it. Now was the hard part. Evan and I had to get down on the floor without hurting ourselves. We settled over the spot and slowly started to bend our legs overtook of the spot slowly moving towards the ground. It was really aqward with our backs tied together tying to move around especially to the ground. After a few minutes Evan and I sat ourselves down on the knife and moved our hands around to it. After some time of struggling together we picked up the knife and finished cutting the tape and saran wrap away from our hands and arms. With our hands free we then finished cutting away the tape around our bodies and totally freed ourselves. We were both really proud of ourselves although I was sorta sad it was over. But we ran upstairs to the total surprise of Tom and Talya 

Well that was our night, and what a great night it was. We have not talked about doing another but if we do you guys will know about it. 

Thanks to all for reading. 

BTW, I would love to hear of anyone else with stories of Back to back or face to face ties. 

Tied Julia 

 Thanks for posting that, Julia.

 I enjoy mummification as well as rope bondage so I did enjoy your tale for that reason as well!

 BTW, I enjoyed meeting u in the chat the other day. Till then, take care.

TW, as a boy I did get into various tie-up hijinx, though my interests were pretty narrowly focused on a handful of specific practices, and only a few incidents were tie-up games in the popular sense of the term. Many of these old hijinx of mine are like puzzle pieces, you have to fit a lot of them together before any intelligible picture appears. Take a single puzzle piece by itself, and it just doesn't make much sense.

Okay, here's one story among many... My first encounter with tapegagging was in a peculiar game my brother and I used to play at home. We called it the Game of Mouthless Alien, and it was loosely based (very loosely!) on an old episode of "Lost in Space," which featured a race of aliens who didn't have any mouths. The idea of the game was to play at being "mouthless aliens" by having our mouths taped shut.

I don't know, I'd say we used to play this game when I was 3rd through 5th grade, and my brother was in kindergarten through 2nd. He actually was the one who came up with it, though my interest in it soon came to surpass his. Sometimes we would both play at the same time, sometimes just my brother, and sometimes (more often) just myself.

Here's the really funny part of the game. We regularly finagled our stepmom into "doing the honors," she was the one who had to tape us up to turn us into "mouthless aliens." We'd ask her, "Can we play Mouthless Alien?"

The traditional tape for our game was adhesive tape. Remember how adhesive tape used to come on those metal spools, with a cylindrical metal sleeve which would pop off with a satisfying "snap!"? Today's plastic adhesive tape spools just don't compare. And our tape of choice-- which I don't think has been on the market now in almost 20 years-- was two inch wide adhesive tape! I can remember wheedling my stepmother once, when I saw adhesive tape on the shopping list, to be sure and get two inch adhesive tape! She was awful good about it, as this width really was too wide to be useful for anything else but taping mouths. 

"Can we play Mouthless Alien?" I can still remember how my heart would start beating faster as I heard her footsteps going into the bathroom, and then the sound of the medicine cabinet opening. Then the footsteps coming closer, and my stepmom would come into view, with a spool of adhesive tape in her hand. Then, snap!, she would pop that metal sleeve off the spool. Zzzzzzzzip, rip!, she would tear off a big long piece of adhesive tape. And then, with butterflies in my stomach, I would press my lips together.

Then my stepmom would tape my mouth shut, with two inch wide adhesive tape. Afterwards, she would rub the tape down briskly with her fingertips, to make sure it was sealed thoroughly in place all over. I remember the powerful odor of zinc oxide in my nostrils. I remember the sound of her fingernails scratching on the tape.

Then my brother and I would run around the house, gagged with adhesive tape, and doing pretty much anything we would ordinarily do, except of course we were unable to talk. We could only go, "Mmmmmmh, wmmmmmm hmmmmmm MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHH!!"-- which we got a real kick out of doing, we would sort of ham it up. Sometimes we would tire of this game pretty quickly. Other times, we (and especially I) would stay "mouthless" until the next mealtime.

I'll never forget, one time a young woman came to the door for some canvas or community organization or whatever, and my stepmom went off to get something, and I stepped through out of the living room, and stood there going, "MMMMMMMMMM! Mmmmm, ghmmmmm MMMMMMMMMMMMMH!" I thought this woman's eyes were going to pop right out, her mouth wide in a big silent "O", as she saw a boy standing there in the front hallway, making groaning and barking and gnarling noises, with two inch adhesive tape over his mouth!

My stepmom was extremely embarrassed, and tried to explain to the woman the honest truth, which is that I was just playing a game. Of course, with my mouth taped shut, I was in no condition to confirm or deny this, and I just kept going, "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMH!!!"

 Well actually, as my stepmom was explaining how it was all just a game, I was going, "Mmm mmmmh! Mmm mmmh! MMM MMMMMMH!!!", and mischievously shaking my head "no"!

The woman sighed, and muttered, "Well, I guess how you discipline him is your business!"

Which in those days, way back in the stone age, was pretty much how people looked at it. Actually, my stepmom is a gentle soul, and she would never in a thousand years tapegag anyone "for real." Unlike one friend of mine, whose mother would tape his mouth shut any time she caught him using a four letter word! But Mouthless Alien was only a game, so in my stepmom's eyes that made it all right.

To this day, I cannot smell that zinc oxide odor of adhesive tape without being reminded of the Game of Mouthless Alien.

well do you have any stories?? :) 

JIM I loved your last letter,very cool,I have to re read it again,then tell you all here some cool(hopefully) stories. :) latter guys :)

 JIM I don't think you are that old.the stone ge huh?? I am 30ish more or les :) ( I know I sound like a woman,about my age :) ) and I remember those 2 inch rolls of tape :)

 You're stepmom sounds real cool,so it begs the question,did your stepmom ever tie you up or walk in on you while you were tied up??( Like you didn't see that question coming right :) )

 I have two small stories,and again if I have posted them here before my apologies,I hope I haven't.
Okay my first story happened when I was pretty young maybe around 6 or so, We were living with my grandparents at the time,me my mom and my one sister. They had a very large living room,big enough for a piano and 2 couches and a reclining chair.

 Well not having many friends at the time I played by myself a lot,a pretty good imagination.Now there were some girls on the bus I liked,yes at that early of an age I liked girls :) SO for some reason I decided I was being kidnapped,and I was the only one on e bus that got tied up.

 I got in the chair pushed it back so I was laying on my back,sorta. all this time my grandma was in the living room playing the piano,not really paying much attention to what I was doing. So I got in the chair,put my hands behind my back,and laid on my arms and shut my eyes and pretended I was tied up and gagged.
YES gagged,evan at that age,don't know where that came from though. NOW as I was pretending I was bound and gagged a strange feeling came over me, I really wanted to be tid and gagged for real. 

I had a cowboy bandanna with me,why I have no idea. I casually went up to my grandma,who was still playing the piano,and asked her as of a matter of factly. as I turned my back to her putting my hands behind my back,holding the bandana in one hand I asked her>>"grandma will you tie this?"

 Without saying a word,she took the cloth from my hand tied them behind my back, I said "thank you" and went back to the chair and kept playing,she went back to playing the piano.
I don't know how long I was tied up,but it was awhile,because I ran around the house( I think I was pretending I was escaping,but my hands were still tied. 

At one pont I went into the dinning room and with my hands still tied I hid under the table,when ever I got bored with playing the game I just went up to my grandma turned my back to her,I didn't say a word and she untied me,without saying a word either :)

 I never got brave enough to ask her to tie me up again,but as I got older, I didn't want to be tied up I wanted to tie up the girls :) Good thing a few years latter I had a coupple of ssters,one who was very willing to play tie up games with me :)
another story comeing soon :)

 Yes, I managed to get two of my girl cousins tied up in bathing suits on more than one occasion, and for the same reasons. I liked the bikini type suits because I liked the feel of my hands on the girls' bare midriffs and bare waists; plus it was very exciting to see! 

The link you provided led me nowhere...please try to post it again.

yeah exams are tough. BET you are happy that they are over :)

 It's 7 am here in the "states" in my time zone,so latter for now,time to go back to bed,gotta work the afternoon shift at work :)Hopefully a new story from me latter :)

 I myself have mixed feelings about grownups playing tied-up games with kids; I have never tied up kids as an adult and, while I know these games are all in fun and adventure and excitement, I must caution any of our younger readers here against being tied up by an adult you don't know VERY well. I don't think I have to say anything else on the subject of safety, and I hope no one takes this the wrong way. 

My friend and TUG-buddy Bobby and I were in the woods behind some houses in a nearby neighborhood. We were 11 or 12 at the time. We had hiked up there (no one ever went up that way) off the usual path to a place where we decided to play. We were spies, like on the "Man from U.N.C.L.E." TV show, and a flip of the coin (I remember it was a Wonder Bread coin, gold in color) indicated Bobby would tie me up first. We had already pulled off our shirts, which were hanging on a nearby tree branch, and had unloaded our two little bags of ropes. 

Bobby crossed and tied my wrists behind me and tied me to a selected tree, and began the usual threats of torture if I didn't reveal the location of a secret laboratory or some such. He'd pretend to shock me with electric torture devices and such...but I got loose within about 10 minutes (he didn't do his usual good job). We pretended my character was left tied up while his character got tortured and I would play the bad guy. 

I tied his hands behind him and tied his arms and knees to a tree. I was pretending to punch him in the stomach while he struggled, and was shocking him with the diabolical torture device we pretended to have, when we heard a noise in the woods and looked over. It was Mr. Lewis, a man who lived in that neighborhood, walking through the woods. 

We both knew Mr. Lewis: he was not married (later we found out his wife had died) and lived in one of the houses that, as I thought of it, must be directly below the part of the woods where we were playing. He was probably in his mid or late 30's, and I always wished I had big muscles like Mr. Lewis had. 

Well, there we were, shirtless, one of us tied to a tree, our shirts hanging nearby, and he said casually, "Playing cowboys and Indians, boys?" Bobby stammered we were playing "spy" and he smiled and asked if Bobby was the good guy since he was tied up. I told him we were taking turns and he laughed and said "that's fair" or something like that. I was, of course, trying to get Bobby's hands untied, as I was a bit embarrassed; also, we had a rule that "grups" (or grownups), since they almost universally disapproved of children playing tied-up-games, were never to know about our games. "Too bad you BOTH can't be tied up at the same time, then you could both be the good guys", Mr. Lewis said, and walked on. 

Bobby and I briefly discussed the unlikely possibility of Mr. Lewis calling our parents and telling on us, but a few days later, no trouble forthcoming, we were riding our bikes and encountered Mr. Lewis washing his car. He waved to us and we rode over, and he asked if the spies ever escaped. We told him about both of us playing the bad guys and the good guys at the same time (I was the enemy while Bobby was the American agent, then we'd switch). To make a long story short, he said that he'd be the evil agent for us sometime if we wanted to play in his fenced-in backyard. 

Bobby and I considered that it might be fun, but somehow we didn't know if we could trust Mr. Lewis, who was, after all, a grup! Even then, as Bobby and I discussed it, we knew that there were "perverts" out there (whatever those were). But we had known and spoke to Mr. Lewis many times, we reasoned, and even waxed his car for him (for pay) once or twice. After a long discussion over several days, we decided it would be fun, and set a time. 

After the usual difficulties with our parents, who always had something silly for us to do, we met at Bobby's house and rode over to Mr. Lewis's. Bobby was wearing short pants and a pullover shirt; I was wearing long pants and a t-shirt. We brought some of our ropes, but as it turned out we didn't need them... Mr. Lewis had lots of rope. Well, Bobby and I got ourselves captured by the enemy agent and taken to his HQ. He was about to tie me with a rope when Bobby reminded me that, to be properly tortured, I had to take off my shirt. I pulled it off, after a hesitation, and Mr. Lewis tied my hands in front of me. Bobby had already shucked his shirt. Mr. Lewis then tied Bobby's hands behind his back. He walked back over and tied my hands over my head to a metal rod in the ceiling of his back porch, and tied my ankles and knees. He tied Bobby to one of the iron supports which held up the roof of the porch, tying his hands to the support, then tying ropes around his legs, arms, chest, and waist. 

"Now," Mr. Lewis said, "where is your headquarters?" Of course we refused to talk. "You'll be tortured," he reminded us, speaking in a fake German accent and being rather melodramatic about it. We told him to go jump in the lake. He had a piece of broomstick, which we were pretending was an electric shock device, and he "zapped" me with it as I squirmed, pretending to be tortured, and trying my best to get loose. He was doing the villan's "nyah-ha-ha" laugh and then he tried to tickle me. Now I was not ticklish (never have been, to the chagrin of my TUG-buddies), and he went over to Bobby and pretended to slap him and punch him. Bobby was really trying to get loose, I could tell, without any more success than I was having. Then he started tickling Bobby's exposed ribs. Bobby was quite ticklish, and he laughed and laughed as Mr. Lewis played his part, laughing and taunting in his fake German accent and using his villan's laugh. 

Bobby was squirming around for awhile and finally the evil agent said "Well, it looks like we'll have to use some other method of making you talk." He untied Bobby from the pole, leaving his hands tied behind him, and laid him on the floor of the porch, tying his ankles. He removed Bobby's shoes (Bobby wasn't wearing socks) and began tickling his feet, Bobby thrashing around helplessly on the floor, which had some kind of carpeting (indoor-outdoor I think) on it ... I remember it was green. He tied Bobby's feet to his hands saying "There, that will hold you for awhile" and returned to me. He put a handkerchief over my mouth (we pretended it was chloroform) and I had to lay limp for ten minutes while he untied my hands and re-tied them behind my back. He pulled off my shoes & socks (saying we couldn't escape through the "swamp" without our shoes) and tied my feet. Bobby was joking that he should take my pants as well, and I was horrified for a moment that they would be removed, but Mr. Lewis untied Bobby's feet from his hands and stood us both up. He pressed us together (we were within an inch of the same size) and tied our necks together, not tightly, the side of my head next to the side of Bobby's. Then he tied our arms (my left to Bobby's right, and Bobby's right arm to my left) and wrapped rope around our waists and thighs and legs, tying them every so often. We were tied up with our hands behind us, chest-to-chest, and then blindfolded. He laid us on the carpet and started walking around us, describing the tortures enemy spies deserved. We were squirming, neither of us able to get to the other's hands, and when we rolled over either I had to roll over Bobby or he had to roll over me. 

Again came the fake German accent and the "nyah-ha- ha!" devilish laugh as he pushed a toy gun into our bodies and pretended to zap us with the torture device (which we called an "agonizer" ... borrowed again from a Star Trek episode). We were squirming and having a great time, and he began to tickle Bobby's feet. Now Bobby could not resist this, tied to me as he was, and began thrashing around again laughing, and eventually he left us tied up while he went inside to do something. We got our blindfolds off by rubbing them against the carpet, but we couldn't get loose. Later, Mr. Lewis came out and untied us, so we could pretent to have gotten away. He left our hands tied so we could untie each other, which we eventually did, and grabbed our shoes & shirts and made our "escape". 

As for my stepmom, she humored my brother and me by taping our mouths shut for those games of Mouthless Alien-- that, she did many a time when I was 9, 10, 11 years old-- but that was the extent of her active participation in our games. Though I can think of a few other times she got accidentally involved.

(Okay, everybody, story time...)

My brother Tommy and his friend Jack and I used to play out in our back yard, and a couple of times one of us would end up tied up with odd lengths of clothesline or rope, and then abandoned to squirm and writhe around on the grass, until my stepmom would notice out the window, and then she would come out and calmly rescue the hapless victim.

I remember one time Tommy and Jack tied me up, and then they went off to a pop machine down the street, and my stepmom came out and she could only get me untied part way, because some of the knots were too hard. So she had to go get a pair of scissors to cut me free. Only, out of sheer stubborn determination, she kept at it a long time before she finally resorted to the scissors.

But the incident that really sticks in my memory happened when I was a freshman in high school. You have to understand, after we gradually abandoned the Game of Mouthless Alien, I took to experimenting with self mouth taping, and I became rather reticent about it. Usually it was something I'd only do when I was home by myself. In part, I was simply getting older. In part it was like, I wanted my family to think I'd outgrown my "funny kids games," even though really I hadn't-- I still liked having my mouth taped shut.

Anyhow, one day I stayed home from school, "sick" (though not really), and nobody else was home. So I got out a roll of athletic tape I had "borrowed" from the boys' locker room, and I proceeded to bandage up my mouth and jaw and lower face extremely heavily, in a patented "Miss Vanderkamp athletic tape muzzle," a style which had considerable sentimental value to me, from my days as a bad boy back in Miss Vanderkamp's 4th grade classroom.

And I sat around the house, tapegagged all morning long.

Well, I ungagged myself so I could eat lunch, and I forgot all about it until my stepmom came home early from running errands. She was unpacking groceries, and suddenly it hit me, Wait, what did I do with that tapegag?? Oh, shoot!!! My stepmom was carrying something into the bathroom, and I had a clear line of sight and-- sure enough, there was my used tapegag, lying on the bathroom counter next to the sink!!!!! She looked down and saw the gag, and she stood there looking at it for several seconds, and I blurted out, "Oh, I was just trying something new for my shin splints!"

Even though the tapegag was shaped nothing like my shins, rather it looked like a heavy plaster cast of my lower face and jaw!

My stepmom picked up the gag, and she brought it out into the kitchen: "Are you through with this?"

Your humble narrator: "Uh... uh... not yet."

My stepmom: "Okay." Then, with a gently amused smile, she took the tapegag and pressed it back in place over my lower face. She knew, and I knew she knew, and she knew I knew she knew, and it was cool. The gag didn't stick on as well the second time, and after a few minutes I took it off and dropped it in the waste basket.

And that is the extent of my stepmom's involvement in our "funny games."

Looking forward to the new Knotbusters Doug, take your time and make it as good as poss. for all of us. 

This is my first time using the HTML tags, so don't flame me if it messes up :) 

As Dave said, Happy Crimbo to All :Þ

 sounds like bull to me...

 Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, everyone!

 Canuck and everyone, thank you for keeping this forum going and for making it such a special place to visit.

first, this site has room for both boys and girls being tied up. you don't need to pick one or the other. personally, i think boys tying up girls is pretty boring but some people really get into that. ykiok. 

second, since this is supposed to be *non-sexual* tie-up games, i think you will find that stories about *both* boys and girls being tied up in that manner is underrepresented on the world wide waste. almost all bondage sites are lame/formulaic/sexually oriented bondage. this is one of the only places for non-sexual tie up games and for that i'm grateful. 

finally it isn't a matter, as someone said, of having the *talent* to write stories, as the stories are supposed to be true anyway. made-up stories can be interesting, i guess, but they prolly don't belong here. and don't kid yourself, many (not all but many) made up stories are *very* painfully obviously made up. 

that's all. happy holidays and cheers. 

jack shiva

first i actually made more than two points in the above post. i'm a dumbass for structure sometimes. 

and also, sorry about double posting.

 and evan though he hasnt said one way or the other,his site has been around for 3 plus yrs,and no pics,SO that should say something :)
However,canuck you may need to post your views on pics,ypir "rules" as it were :) BTW MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY :) HAVE A SAFE HOLIDAY :)

BTW I've seen the pleas for more stories, but I don't have very good ones. I may post one up, but you'll probably all hate it as they're not very interesting. I'd make one up, but I don't want to ruin the atmosphere of the place by putting up fake stories everywhere.

Until lately I've used the "challenging" method described somewhere else here, but that can not be used several times because my friends will think thats weird...
On a school camp some time ago I challenged some friends to tie me up... Outdoors. Someone else from my class saw it and asked "Why do you always want to be tied up?" - damn :) Well, have a nice Christmas and a happy new year :) - Chris

 There is a nice range of ppl here frome age to countries,theere are evan a few women :) YEA!! :) Not enough though :) posting anyways :) Lady(s)...I am begging ya :)

 14?? what grade is that? high school?? Been to long for me. Anyways if you can get a video camera,write small movies and get your class mates or friends to help you make your "movie"

 One thing though,if you do it a lot your friends will figure it out so just be casual about it.
Make a small movie or two without any tie ups in them and then write one with tie ups in them,works like a charm :) This goes for the rest of you also,women love it :) Stay cool :)

 1. Many, many details have slipped my mind over the years. Should I take a guess at the details to fill in the story? 

2. Specifically, dialoge. Most of the stories posted have dialouge and I can only assume a lot of it was guessed at. 

3. Any stretches of the situation, or straight to the book "this is what happened"? 

Anyhow, I'm actually going to check with a few of the other participants to try and get the accuracy as well as I can. (I'm married to one of them!) Any comments would be at least interesting.

 The good news is that it will be back online soon! Apparently, the host of www.restrainedtastes.com is going to host Doug as a department within his rather extensive site. Stay tuned for more developments.

 BTW, Chet, please don't knock Doug for not immediately getting back to you. It IS Christmas after all and many of us do have a life other than ropes and knots. :-)

 Evan though a few ppl want stories of women/girls tied up ( I do too) My story will show you how some women think about tie ups,evan when they are not "into it"
TO make a very long story short, I babysat for my next door neighbor,she had 2 kids,both around 5 th grade or so, BOTH were in the scoutts. She had one boy and one girl(well I say had,she still does :) ) She needed to get her hair done for a job interview,she said she wouldnt be long,so I said no problem.

 Well both the kids wanted me to help with there "merit" badges,since I was a scoutt I thought nothing of it ( I know, DUH huh,and you would think I would see it comeing) well bottom line I ended tied very tightly to a chair,the kids got bored rahter quickly,and decided to watch tv,I told them to untie me,well I got duct tape over my mouth instead,and they went back to watching tv!!

It wasnt much more than 10 mins or so when their mom came home and saw me tied and gagged to the chair. Well she yelled at her kids,and told them to go to there rooms.I was like what a weird feeling bound and gagged in front of this woman.
The kids as kids do had toys all over the room,so she started to pick them up,apoligeing all over the place for the kids,but she made no attempt to untie me!! or evan take the tape off my mouth! About 5 mins later,it dawned on her,that I was still tied and gagged to the chair,so she did untie me,but she left the tape on untill almost the very last!

It was a very strange feeling,having her talk to me and ask me a few ? (like are you ok) Knowing I couldnt answer her,while I was gagged.
Now here is where this gets interesting,I told a coupple of female friends what happened,now both these woman are not into tie ups/bondgae,one is 25 the other 30.

 The 25 yr old thought it was funny,made a silly joke about it being a headline in the news paper,NOW what is strange,but in a good way,a few months after this happened I was talking to the 25 yr old telling her about this page

 She said I should tell my story,then out of nowhere she said I sure would have liked to seen that!!

 The 30 yr old,also not into tie ups,when I akksed and told her about what happened.she said maybe the reason she didnt untie me right away is "..because maybe she likes the way you look tied up,maybe she thought you looked cute tied up" WOW
With the 30 yr old we talk a lot about all sorts of things,but almost everytime I slip in a little tie up comment, she ALWAYS finds it funny!!

 AS a matter of fact we were talking the other day,and I said something about me being shy,she siad something to the effect.."shy?? we talk about,bondage..."NOW this whole conversation I never brought up the B word or tie ups,:)
The conclusion I have come to,is that a lot of women have some kind of intrest in tie up stuff :)
SO what do you all think?? would love to hear from women on this> Stay cool people

I'm from Denmark, near Oresund / København. Not Sweden :)
 

Where in Sweden do you live?
 

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Chris
ICQ: 73716630

 I dont know if everybody can get web tv news groups? I think they can,but I dont know. I have a web tv,so I have no prob getting there.

 Right now it is just mostly pics,very few post from other ppl.

 hope I see some famaliar names over there :) stay cool :)

Well, Annie's folks were very, very kind to me this holiday season. When they learned I wouldn't be able to make it to see my kin, they invited me over to their house for Christmas dinner. Of course, I eagerly accepted! I've spent a few holidays alone in my time, and it's pretty miserable. And I like these people, they're nice neighbors.

Besides, I reckoned I might even witness Annie handgagging Peter again! A few weeks ago, I nearly fainted when I discovered that Annie and Peter are at liberty to play their "mouthholding games" to their hearts' content right out in the open in front of family. Annie's mom: "The phases kids go through! But you know, they say it's best to let kids have their way, and work it out for themselves."

Half past noon on Christmas day, your humble narrator knocked at the front door. Annie's dad answered the door: "Oh, hi, Jim, Merry Christmas! Come on in..."

In the living room, I encountered Annie sitting on the sofa, holding Peter on her lap. Or rather I should say, Annie was tightholding Peter on her lap: she had her large, strong hands wrapped together over his stomach, and cinched back into the soft of his stomach so hard and tight, that I almost expected Peter to break right in two. Annie was holding Peter's stomach back in something like 3 inches deep.

As for Peter, I gather he likes getting held like this. As for Annie, I've seen her holding Peter like this a number of times-- she'll do it right out in public, without a trace of self-consciousness. I even once saw Peter's mom tightholding him in public. I can't figure, though I have wondered if it's some peculiar family custom.

Passing through to the kitchen, I found Peter's parents, Phil and Patrice. (Let's make this simple, the P's go together.)

Then Annie's folks, Art and Ariel, wanted to introduce me to their other daughter, Annie's older sister: "Jim, have you met Amber before? She's home from college between semesters."

Amber is very obviously Annie's sister, she looks like an older and bigger edition of Annie. If Annie, at age 14, stands a trim and athletic 5'7", then 18 year old Amber must stand 5'9". If Annie plays basketball, then Amber is an avid tennis player. And if Annie's hands are unusually large-- they look 8" long by 3½" wide-- then Amber's hands are considerably larger.

And then finally, I was introduced to Annie and Peter's Aunt Sundra-- Ariel and Patrice's younger sister-- who I learn is in grad school down in California. Sundra arrived here in her home town over the weekend on a Greyhound Ameripass.

Christmas dinner was very, very good. Lots to eat, lots to drink. Art and I both like Miller Genuine Draft.

Afterwards, I sat down in the living room, where the Blazers game was just starting on TV. Annie and Peter were already there-- Peter was sitting with Annie on the sofa-- and their "funny games" must already have begun, because Annie had her large, teengirl athlete hand tightclamped square over Peter's mouth. Peter looked just as content as could be.

The others came drifting into the living room. And then came one of those surreal moments that result from... well, like I say, we adults had been drinking at dinner...

What happened is, Ariel saw how her daughter Annie was holding Peter's mouth. And, in a silly, tipsy mood, Ariel reached up and clamped her hand tight over her husband Art's mouth!

Then, when Patrice saw this, she started laughing, and clamped her hand over her husband Phil's mouth!

And then, all of a sudden, I heard a female voice from right behind my chair: "Well, Jim, we wouldn't want you to feel left out!" Before I knew what was going on, I found Sundra's enormous hand steelclamped over my mouth, and in spite of myself, I went, "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHH!"

This made Peter go, "Mmmmmmmh, wmmmmm hmmmm mmmmmmmmmh!" from beneath Annie's hand. Art and Phil made jokey "Mmmmmmmmh" noises. The women were all laughing their heads off. Amber came into the room, chuckled, shook her head, and had a seat on the sofa beside Annie and Peter. Ariel and Patrice let go of Art and Phil, and then all of them stood there laughing and pointing at how Sundra had her hand over my mouth.

Your humble narrator: "Mmmmmmmmh, hmmmmmmmmm!" I realized I was a bright crimson-- "Oh, look, Jim's blushing!"-- and this only made them laugh all the harder. It took them a good while to settle down, and only then was my mouth released from Sundra's iron grip.

Like I say, the silly things that happen when people get mildly sloshed!

We all sat there watching the Blazers play the Lakers-- of course, Annie was wearing her big floppy Blazers T-shirt, which is way too large for her-- and Annie and Peter kept playing one of their "mouthholding games." The way it went was, every once in a while Peter would whisper some question to Annie. Usually it was a question about the game on TV. And whenever Peter whispered Annie a question, she would reach up and clamp her large, smooth, athletic hand firmly over his mouth, to shut him up. Sometimes Peter would go, "Mmmmmmm, ggmmmm hmmmm mmmmmmmh, wwwmmmmmmmmm..." And then Annie would keep holding his mouth, sometimes for 10 or 20 or 30 seconds, sometimes for a couple of minutes. I gathered part of the game was the suspense of Peter never knowing how long Annie was going to keep holding his mouth! This game kept Peter entertained for a long time.

Then Peter went off to play a while with some of his Christmas presents. When he came back, he got just a few steps into the living room, when all of a sudden 18 year old Amber reached out and gently caught her 6 year old cousin by the shoulder.

Amber: "Peter, come here... Annie told me all about you!"

Something made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. It must have registered on Peter, too, because he just stood there looking up at Amber, and his eyes went big and wide. He stood there like this for several seconds, and then Peter climbed up onto Amber's lap.

My premonition proved correct. As soon as Peter got seated on Amber's lap, with no further provocation or warning Amber clamped both of her gigantic, strong, college coed athlete hands tight over Peter's mouth.

Peter: "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHH!!! MMMMMMMMHH! Mmmmmmh, mmmm hhmmmmm gmmmmm, wmmmmm mmmm GGGGHHHHMMMMMM! Mmmmm, mmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

Peter was reaching up and feeling of the enormous, smooth but powerful hands which were holding his mouth shut. Sitting in a chair just to the left of Amber and Peter, I noticed Amber tightening her grip over Peter's mouth. Only she had to be careful not to scratch him-- Amber had long fingernails, most of them about a quarter inch. "Mmmmmmmh, wmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Laughter filled the room. "Well, Amber's getting in on Peter's game, too!"-- "Amber don't fool around, she gets right to the point!"

Annie launched herself up off the sofa by sheer power of leg muscles. On her way out to the kitchen, Annie delivered this helpful advice to her big sister: "What you should do is, don't let him go, and keep holding on to him no matter what."

Peter: "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHH!!!"

Peter started to pull and tug lightly at Amber's huge, athletic hands. But Amber had her right palm gripped square over his mouth, and her left hand fixed firmly over her right hand, with her thumbs crossed like swords above the bridge of Peter's nose. Now Peter pulled at Amber's hands and arms harder and harder, until he was wrestling against her tight mouthhold, playfully but with every ounce of his strength. "Mmmmmmh, mmmmm gggmmmm mmmm'mmmmmmmmhh..." But he didn't have a chance. An 18 year old teenage girl is way, way stronger than a 6 year old boy, and Peter couldn't free himself from Amber's unbreakable mouthhold, no matter how vigorously he tried.

Annie, back from the kitchen with a can of mixed nuts: "Peter hasn't gotten away yet?"

Amber: "No way!"

Annie, matter of factly: "He can't get away from me, either."

Peter, prying and pulling just as hard as he could against Amber's hands: "MMMMMMH, mmmmmm hmmmm mmmmm ggmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmhhh... Mmmmmmh... MMMMMMMMMM WWMMMM GGHHHHMMMMMM!!!"

After a while, Peter gave up and just sat there. Amber kept holding his mouth with both her hands. Every few minutes, he would try again to pull her hands off his mouth, each time with zero success. Amber kept mouthholding Peter for a good 15 minutes before she let him go.

I heard her whisper in his ear, "Merry Christmas, Peter!"

Then Amber wrapped him up in a gentle bearhug, and Peter soon drifted off and took a nap snuggled up with Amber.

Later in the afternoon, I saw Peter climb up onto his Aunt Ariel's lap. And Ariel locked her large hands together over Peter's stomach, and then she pulled her hands back in real tight, and she tightheld Peter for a while. What was I saying about a peculiar family custom?

I witnessed one other holiday handgagging, when the two teenage sisters devised a way to "gang up" on their 6 year old cousin. Peter was sitting on Annie's lap, and Amber came up and stood behind the sofa, giving what must have been a prearranged signal: "Oh, here, Annie, let me help you out!"

And with that, Annie clamped both her large hands firmly over Peter's mouth, and then Amber clamped both her even larger hands over Annie's hands, and Peter suddenly found himself with four large teengirl hands clamped tight in a pile over his mouth, all at once! "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhh!!" It was quite a sight, to see Peter with his cousins' hands piled several inches deep over his mouth! He tried to wrestle against them, but it was all he could do just to reach out and get leverage on the back of Amber's outer hand.

There was also an amusing situation when Peter spent several minutes prowling round and round his Aunt Sundra's chair, making loud roaring lion noises. It was pretty obvious what he was trying to get his aunt to do to him, but Sundra didn't take the bait.

Sorry if this all sounds rather disjointed. That's the sort of lazy, pleasant afternoon it was, thanks to all that beer-- Art and me and our MGD! As for the rest of the holidays, we adults-- Annie's folks and Peter's folks, and Sundra asked me along as her date-- are planning an all day trip down to the coast.

And while we are gone, Annie and Amber have offered to-- as Annie herself worded it-- "tag team babysit" Peter together.

The guy would come here and insult someone, then create other false IDs to agree with the guy who started the fight. Finally Canuck busted him and all of his aliases, and that was the last we saw of him here. 

If it is the same dude, then he is into head games on a very large scale, and is very good at what he does. I would stay away from there if it were me. But if you do go there, don't bring any fights from his newsgroup onto this board. 

 Again be over 18 if you go there.

 I have been here for about a year now,well almost,read most of the archives I never saw those post,kinda glad I didnt,that is pretty weird.he would come here pick a fight,then use another name and pick a fight with himself??? Takes all kinds huh ? :) Stay cool ppl :)

 Great story,worth waiting for :) It does seem like a family thing,and if you read of my one story a few post ago,your story kinda proves my point. The adult women,hand gagged their husbands,hmmm SEE a lot of women are into this tie up stuff but wont come right out in the open and admit it. Unless I am reading to much into it? But I dont think so,next time you are at the movies and you see a tie up scene try and listen to the women around you and see what they say :) pretty intresting :)
I wonder if anne or any of the other woman have ever tied up peter,or if peter has tied them up? :) I forget his age,6 or 9?? if it's 6 I doubt it but well you never know. Sounds like a very nice and fun family though :)latter fellow posters :)

BTW, Evan and I got tied up again the other night,. that story will be comming soon

 I pulled the redhead's little feet onto my lap, holding my fingers poised over her sole as I asked her again if she was going to talk. She shook her head vigorously, so I gave her feet a quick tickle, scuttling my fingers quickly over her wrinkled soles. She shrieked and tried to pull her feet away, but I had a tight grip on the ropes around her ankles, so there was no escape.

 "Now will you tell me?" I asked, pausing for a moment. She recovered slowly from the tickling-induced giggling fit, then again shook her head. "Well then," I said menacingly, "maybe your little friend here will be more talkative!".

 The littlest one shrieked and giggled, trying to roll away as I turmed to her. I gave her a good tickling as well, and she laughed so hard I started to worry that she might wet herself. Finally, with the little one almost out of breath, I turned on the oldest girl, still tied to the chair.

 I started tickling her, and noticed that she was trying her hardest to keep a straight face. I gave her a vigorous tickling, only to be greeted with a smug little grin. Undeterred, I stroked slowly up and down her soles, my nails just touching her skin. She was clearly trying hard not to laugh, and I knew I was getting closer. When I finally ran my fingers under her toes she lost it, and I soon had her bucking and twisting against the ropes as I tickled her mercilessly.

 Finally, I figured it was getting late, so I decided to make my exit. I rolled the redhead onto her belly and hog- tied her ankles to her wrists, then did the same with the little blonde. I untied the oldest one from the chair and retied her on the floor, also hogtied, but I made sure the ropes around her wrists were pretty loose, so she'd be able to get out fairly easily.

 "You three think you've beaten me,"I boomed, my bad-guy voice at it's most villainous,"but I have a suprise for you!". I went a grabbed an empty soda can from the corner and set it on the floor in front of them. "This bomb is set to detonate in ten minutes. You three snooping little detectives may have foiled my plans, but now I'm going to do away with you...FOREVER!!! MUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!".

 My three little prisoners began squirming like mad as I walked out of the hideout. I slipped out of the clearing into some bushes, where I could sit and watch without being seen. Sure enough, I started hearing excited young voices from inside the hideout, and a few minutes later the three little detectives came running out, carrying their shoes. The oldest one yelled "HIT THE DECK!", then all three flopped onto their bellies as they made an amusing variety of booms, kablams and other explosive sound effects. They looked back at the hideout and the redhead solemnly said "wow, THAT was close! Let's get back to headquarters!". The three got up, dusted themselves off, and started down the path, still barefoot.

 Just before they walked out of sight, the littlest one turned back towards the hideout, shouting "HA HA WE GOT AWAY NYAH NYAH!", while doing a smug little victory dance. I have to tell you, the sight of that cute little blonde doing her barefoot victory dance is an image I'll always recall with a smile. Anyway, her dance completed, she turned on her heels and scurried off into the woods. After a few minutes I stepped from my hiding place and continued my walk home.

 I wish I could say that began a long summer of tie-up games with the three little detectives, but honestly that was about it. I saw them around a number of times after that, and they always greeted me with a cheerful wave, but the opportunity never came up to reprise my role as a dastardly villain. So the story ends here, and I hope you enjoyed it.

 Now Robert, how about the rest of YOUR story?...

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 It was the end of June. Me and my friends had just got out of school for the summer and we were giddy. We had been planning this party thing at Rob's house for that night where we would all spend the night. Rob's parents not wanting to get in our way (they are so kind) took Rob's little brother and camped out in the backyard that night. Everything was perfect.

 Everyone had gone to sleep except for me. Now I had always had this little crush on Sarah. And I had always picture her all trussed up in rope and gag. I don't know if it was the lack of sleep or hormones but I couldn't take it anymore and decided top do something about it.

 I walked down the hall to Rob's room and got a few belts. Then I went into the garage and grabbed a roll of duct tape. I crept back into the rec room and slowly pulled down Sarah's blanket. She was barefoot, clad in a T-Shirt and shorts. Her parents always said that she was a heavy sleeper so I put that to the test. I carefully and slowly placed a few strips of duct tape over her mouth, my heart beating out of my chest. She began to stir. So I quickly tightened a belt around her wrists in front of her. She now opened her eyes and began to scream through her gag.

 I put a finger on her mouth and helped her up. Holding her by her wrists, I led her to the furnace room which was the room across the hall. I grabbed a chair and placed it infront of me. I grabbed another belt while Sarah gazed at me in fascination. I stood on the chair and looped a belt over a revealed pipe in the ceiling. I then fastened it to her bound hands, pulling them up and above her head.

 I got off the chair and looked at her kicking feet, which were barely touching the cold concrete. I took the last two belts and used them to bind her ankles and knees.

 I stepped back and admired my work. She wiggled and protested through her gag. I started wiggling my fingers and bent down. Her bare feet tried to get away from me but to no avail. I ran my fingers up and down her bare soles. She was laughing so loudly tha even with her gag I thought she might wake the others! I finally stopped and left the room. She gave me some puppy eyes and looked like the perfect damsel in distress. I left her and she began calling my name (or what sounded like it).

 After 40 minutes I came back in and peeled off her gag. She opened her mouth to scream but I clamped my hand over it first.

 "Do you remember the tie up games we played as kids?" I asked. I got a nod. "Well I want to bring those back this summer. Didn't you like it?" She gave me a sheepish look and nodded. "Alright." I took and my hand off her mouth and...silence. I helped her get the belts off and as we were doing so she swore that she would get me back (in a playful manner).

 Thus started a chain of bondage games! More to come if anybody still wants some.

 To Chris (Scandinavia): I live in Värmland, if you know where that is. Between Stockholm and Oslo. I am in the first year of high school (gymnasium).

The three of them stood very close, by then, hands on hips, right (or was it left?) foot forward, brows deeply furrowed in that "honked off" look that young, preteen girls are SOOO good with. 
"Are you gonna answer us?" demanded, "Red," the long legged little beast in the red shorts. She edged yet closer, until the two of us were almost face to face. From that distance, I could better see the corners of her mouth; she was trying hard not to laugh.
"What is it you want to know?" I asked, trying hard not to laugh too.
What happened next is a blur in my memory, as the next thing I realized, "Red" had thrown herself at me and sat perched on my lap, her big, brown eyes looking into mine. Startled, I tried to leap to my feet, nearly causing "Red" to tumble to the floor, but I caught her with both arms. She shrieked with delight and clung to me, bare arms and legs flailing like an enraged octopus. I sat back down, stunned, and unsure what to do next. The other two flung themselves upon Rick and, too, found himself with a lapful of giggly little girls. 
"You got us now!" "Red" proclaimed loudly. I wasn't sure just WHO had who, but like I said the last time, Rick was quicker on his feet than I was...
MORE TO FOLLOW 

 She called me over to go swimming. So I changed into my bathing suit and ran down the street to her house barefoot. Now Sarah's parents both work and are really busy people, so we ususally had the games at her house. Today was like any other day with Sarah alone at her house. We actually did go swimming for 40 minutes or so. We went inside and decided to have a snack. She asked me if I could grab her a coke from the fridge. When I opened her fridge their was a piece of paper taped to her soda saying "Look behind you." I did to see Sarah with a lot of rope in her hand with a devious grin on her face.

 "This is for last week, isn't it?" I asked. She simply nodded her head, the smirk not leaving her face.

 She led me to her guest room where she had a wooden chair set in the middle of the room. She tied my hands together behind the chair, tighter than I thought she could! She then tied my ankles to each of the chair legs, pausing to give them a slight tickle.

 "You know what?" I said. "I am really really sorry for what I did to you." I said in my most insincere voice.

 She merely grabbed some strips of cloth from the dresser. She wadded up the first one and shoved it into my mouth. Then she held it in place by tying another one around it, effectively cleave gagging me.

 She stood back and made sure I was the way she wanted, then went over to the desk and picked up the phone.

 "Hi, Jenn? Hi this is Sarah. I wanted to know if you wanted to come over and swim. What, Becky is there too? Sure she can come over! See you soon!" I was doing my best to warn the girls but all that came out were faint grunts. She then called Rob over in the same, playful and innocent fashion then ran downstairs to prepare.

 As soon as she left room I began to struggle for all I was worth. I slightly loosened my left ankle bond but that was about it. I soon heard a little struggle downstairs followed by silence.

 Moments later Sarah pushed Jenn into the room. She had her hands bound behind her and it looked like she was gagged similarly. Sarah lay Jenn on the bed next to my chair on her stomach. She bound Jenn's ankles then bound them to her wrists, arching her back uncomfortably and hogtying her. Jenn was wearing a two piece bathing suit (which she showed off quite nicely!) and was barefoot like me. Seeing Jenn's feet wiggling straight up in the air, Sarah succombed to temptation and gave her a minute long tickle. She left the room leaving the door open. Jenn then started to struggle but I strongly doubted she would get free tied the way she was.

 When we heard people ascending the stairs Jenn lay still. For a second I got to see a bound Rob and Becky followed by Sarah walking past us and probably to Sarah's room.

 Now she had everybody! How were we going to get out of this? 

PART 2 COMING SOON...

" I am going to torture you so bad for what you did to me last week." Then all the sudden the bedroom door opened, and somebody said frezz! It was my grandma!

 Let me know if you want to hear more of this exciting story!

Also, I tried going to http://nav.to/bondagepictures, but I get some illegal operation error and the whole browser closes. I don't know what's wrong. 

Also, wouldn't it be interesting if someone was tied up at the end of 2000 going into 2001??? If someone is fortunate enough to have experienced that let us know.