I loved your first two stories. I am still wondering how come I was so unlucky to never have had the opportunity to play that kind of game as the "tied" instead of the "tye-er". Your stories allow me to "participate by proxy" I suppose.

I guess I really do know why I never got to participate though... Richard, I was the one who quickly shook his head and looked scared when asked if he wanted to play... I was the one who you never saw crying all alone because I so desperately wanted to participate but was so distrusting that I didn't dare...

Keep on posting Richard. I can't tell you how much pleasure and catharsis I have received from reading just the first two accounts of your tie-up games.

The board has a NEW look and a picture at the very top of the site,As of now you do not have to be 18,but if the stories get more adult,well we will just wait AND SEE :)

There is no stories as of this post,since I just now TODAY changed the formAT,but I will lead off with an "adult bondage story"

Hope to see you there
I also have a wrestling board I just got up and running today,if anyone is interested,please let me know and I will post the 'url"

Well, a few days ago I told me girlfriend, Jennifer (she is 17 and I am 21) about this website and that discussion. She asked me "how about we do our own research to see if these stories are true or not"?
"What do you mean"? I responded. "I'll tie your hands behind your back and we'll see if you can get loose", she said. Personally I thought it was unlikely that most girls could tie a boy up.

But I was taken aback by her suggestion. We had only gone out for about three months up to this point. But I didn't think I was going to have any problems getting loose (since she was a girl and I was a guy who was 4 years older), so I said fine.

I had an old rope in my garage which I retrieved and gave to Jennifer. She told me to sit down at the edge of the bed and put my hands behind my back. I did and she started looping the rope around my hands. She seemed to know what she was doing and at the end when she tied it off I got a little worried. I was worried because she had tied it pretty tight and she had a little too big of a smile on her face when she said "OK, big boy, show me that girls can't tie boys up".

She picked up a magazine and laid down on the couch to read. In the meantime I gave it my very best try to get loose from the knots she had tied. But since she had tied it so tight, I didn't have a chance. I could barely make a move.

After about 25 minutes, I told Jennifer that I couldn't get loose, "could you untie me". She came in to the bedroom and told me to lay down on the bed "so I can untie you". I couldn't figure out why I needed to lay down for her to untie me. But I did as she said. She quickly tied my feet with another rope she had found. The rope was short (which is why I hadn't seen it) but long enough to tie my feet. Then she started to tickle me for, maybe 10-15 minutes. It was pretty intense and I actually had tears in my eyes from all the laughing. Finally, she stopped and she untied me. It was my first tie-up experience. I'm not sure if I would volunteer again as it was a little too much tickling at the end. But I did learn that a girl could tie up a boy and hold him that way.

Late Friday night, in the last hour of the first day of Becca and Jim's visit, I got up from bed to use the bathroom. I normally sleep only in my under shorts, so I threw on a pair of blue cotton boxer shorts over these.

After I was done, I left the bathroom and was about to return to my room, when I noticed a light was on downstairs.

All the bedroom doors were shut, except for my own, which made me wonder who was downstairs. I went back to my room and saw that both Jim and George were sound asleep. I quietly shut my door so they wouldn't be disturbed, then I went to investigate the light from downstairs.

It was from the family rec room, located on the bottom floor of the house. Once I walked in there, I saw Becca standing at the sliding glass doors. Barefoot, she was clad in a blue tank top whose hem came down to her mid-thigh. Her long blond hair was unbound and flowed past her shoulders. She stood peering out at the night, deep in thought.

When I came up to her, she gave me a big smile. "Can't sleep. I was wandering around when I noticed how eerie the lake looks at night. It looks like a big black hole in the ground."

I mentioned to her that you could see the lake better at night when there was a full moon. "You could also see the lake monster better with a full moon, too," I added, deadpan.

Becca grinned at me. "Ooooo, the lake monster. I heard about him." I had entertained my cousins with stories of the lake monster, which was a creature not unlike Nessie, who prowled Loch Ness in Scotland. Although they realized that there really was no lake monster, that didn't stop them from playing along with me.

"Would you like to meet him?" I asked.

"You mean go out there now?" She gestured at her scant clothing. "Like this?"

I nodded. "He doesn't like it when the people he's eating are wearing a lot of clothes. So you'd be perfect for him."

Becca burst out laughing--then quickly covered her mouth so not to wake anybody. "Why do I get the feeling that there'll be ropes involved with this? Where exactly would I going, dressed as I am?"

"The boathouse," I said, pointing it out.

Becca had a knowing smile on her face as she said, "Are you kidnapping me here, Doug? Or am I just supposed to go merrily outside with you to get eaten by a monster?"

I ran over to the couch and pulled out a shoe box from underneath it. The shoe box contained a couple of water pistols and a bundle of clothesline rope, but nothing to gag her with. To hell with it. I grabbed a water pistol and the rope.

When I turned to face Becca with the pistol pointing at her, she already had her hands up in surrender. I ordered her to stand up against the wall, with her hands behind her back. When she did this, I tucked the gun in the elastic waistband of my shorts and bond her wrists together. As I tied her, Becca glanced over her shoulder with this wide-eyed, damsel in distress expression. She even let out a couple of frightened moans as I cinched the bond on her wrists.

I pulled out the gun and grabbed her by the arm. "Ok, let's go meet the monster."

We were halfway down my backyard when Becca abruptly stopped walking. She was an inch taller than me, so when she stopped, I abruptly stopped with her. Becca turned to face me, and in the light from the house, I could see her expression was dead serious. "You're not going to tie me up and throw me in the water, are you, Doug? Because that would really suck...."

"No, no, no," I assured her. I explained that the lake monster sticks his head out of the water and grabs people right off the shoreline with its mouth. When I made it clear that she would not get wet at all, Becca continued on with me to the boathouse.

The boathouse served as home port for The Enterprise, my meager little rowboat, which I named after the spaceship on Star Trek. I led Becca in through the side door and turned on the lights. Becca stared at the Enterprise and said, "When are you taking me for a row on the lake, Doug?"

"Oh, you'll be going in the lake real soon," I told her, in my best mad-scientist impersonation. "Once the lake monster gets you, you'll be in the lake forever!"

Becca just rolled her eyes at me.

I wanted to bind Becca as close to the water as possible. There were four massive columns, made of wood, that supported the roof of the boat house. Two of these columns stood right on the edge of the dock, directly in front of the water. I had Becca stand up against one of these columns, with her bound hands pressed up against the wood. Then I got a long length of rope and wrapped that around the column, and over Becca's torso, thus securing her to the column. I had to secure her this way because the column was too thick for Becca to wrap her arms around it.

When I finished securing her to the column, Becca immediately began struggling against her bonds. She even bent one leg up and placed a bare foot against the column in an effort to push herself away, but the ropes held her firmly to the column.

"You dastardly fiend," Becca moaned, "you'll never get away with this!"

"But I already have, my dear," I said with the best insane laugh I could manage. I decided I should bind Becca's legs. I got more rope and knelt down in front of Becca. I grabbed her foot and placed down it next to her other one so I could bind them together.

"Did you know Karen likes you, Doug?"

My weird little fantasy involving a bound, scantily clad Becca and the lake monster came to a screeching halt. I stared up at Becca in shock, and saw that she was dead serious.

"I'm not teasing you," she said somberly. "I mean it: Karen really likes you. A lot. She's always talking about you."

"Yeah, I know," I said, uneasily. I didn't know why I felt uneasy; I just did. "I like her too, a lot." Becca smiled broadly. "Really? That's great."

"She talks about me?" I asked.

Becca nodded. "All the time."

"What does she say?"

"Why don't you ask her the next time you see her?" Becca replied.

"Ok," I said, as I felt my cheeks turn red with embarrassment. "I will."

There was an awkward silence, which Becca broke when she said, "You'd better go ahead and tie my feet before I kick you in the water, you little creep."

I smiled shyly as I tied up Becca's ankles. In retrospect, I've wondered if Becca agreed to let me "kidnap" her just so we could be alone to talk about Karen's feelings for me. In any event, once I had her ankles securely bound together, Becca had quickly reverted back to her damsel in distress mode. She struggled and writhed against the column, grunting and groaning all the way.

I stood up and pointed towards the black water in the dock. "Any minute now, the creature will arise and feast on you, my dear!"

My little monster fantasy was disrupted once again when the door swung open and Donna and Karen peered into the boathouse. Karen appeared wide-eyed and shocked, while Donna had a weary, grumpy look on her face from lack of sleep. Both girls were barefoot; Karen wore a robe over her night shirt while Donna wore jeans with her night shirt.

"Here she is," Donna said, as she gestured to Becca. Donna turned to us and added, "Karen thought Becca fell into the lake."

"I did not say that," Karen said emphatically.

"Oh yes, you did," Donna insisted, "you all but implied it."

I stared at the girls in puzzlement as they continued their little spat over who said what when. I had every intention of tying up Donna and Karen as well, but this little scene between these two good friends had turned out to be entertaining by itself.

Becca stared wide-eyed at the water and cried, "What the @#$% is that?!"

I stared at the water in time to see what appeared to be a swirling motion that rolled briefly over the surface. Sometimes, a fish will swim close to the surface and create these mild ripples on the surface of the water. It was no big deal; I saw them all the time. Although to have it occur now was great timing. Still, Becca really looked unnerved, and it was never my intention to scare her. When I explained this to Becca, she said, "What #@$%ing fish? The lake monster?!"

"No. There are regular fish in the lake," I assured her.

"There it is again!" Karen cried, as she stabbed a finger at the water.

I stared at the water, but did not see anything this time.

"Oh no, it's actually closer to Becca than it was before!" Donna said, as she cringed behind my shoulder.

I got it now--Donna and Karen decided to have some fun with the bound Becca, who was clearly spooked at being tied up so close to the body of dark water that lay before her.

Becca stoically turned to me and said, "Doug, untie me...now...."

However, when I started to walk towards her, both Donna and Karen grabbed my arms and pulled me towards the door. "Stay away from the water!" Karen cried. "It might be those flying fish...those bat-like monsters with the fangs. You wouldn't want to get attacked by them! "

"You're right," Donna agreed. "They go right for the face!"

"You won't let Doug get attacked by them, but I'll just stand here, waiting to get eaten like a side of #@$%ing beef, right?!" Becca shouted after us. She cut loose with a string of curses and various threats--most of which I can't repeat here. However there was one threat involving placing the oars from my rowboat into an orifice on the body that was anatomically impossible...but Becca was more than willing to try.

Becca's blue streak was cut off when we went outside and shut the door.

Donna and Karen burst into giggles as they watched Becca try to wiggle free from the column that I had tied her to. "God, is she pissed!" Donna said with joy.

"Is she still cursing?" Karen asked.

"She never stopped!" Donna glanced at me. "You should have gagged her, Doug."

"Yeah, Doug, what kind of a captor are you, anyway?" Karen said playfully.

I heard Becca let out a yell of terror that sent chills up my spine. It made me go immediately back inside the boathouse.

"There's something moving around in the $#@%ing water!!!!" Becca screamed at me. "I-It's not a fish! I dunno what it is, but it ain't a $#@%ing fish! Get me the #@$ outa here, now!"

There was true fear in that voice. "All right, that's enough," I said, as I knelt down before Becca and untied her ankles. I got up and undid the rope that secured her to the column. When I untied her wrists, she gave me a big hug.

"Thank you, Doug," Becca said, as she reached down and removed the water pistol from the waistband of my shorts, "for giving me the chance to get even."

I blinked in surprise as Becca pulled me close to her and pointed the pistol right at my head. "You two," Becca said to Donna and Karen, "don't make a move, or he gets it!"

"Nice knowing you Doug!" Donna said with a wave as she ran off.

But Karen remained right where she was, holding her hands up in surrender.

Donna poked her head into the boathouse doorway and said, "Karen, aren't you coming?"

"No," Karen replied firmly. "Leave if you want to."

Donna gave her an annoyed look as she headed back to the house alone.

Becca nudged me, and when I glanced at her, she had a broad smile on her face as she gestured to Karen with a nod, as if to say: "See? What did I tell you?"

I could only smile shyly back at Becca. I felt my cheeks blush again.

Becca ordered me to bind Karen's wrists behind her back with rope. When this was done, Becca bound my wrists behind my back. With our hands secure, Becca marched us back up to the house. Once we entered the rec room, Becca ordered Karen and I to lay face down on the floor. We lay side by side as Becca bound our ankles together.

Once we were both bound hand and foot, Becca stepped over us and went up the steps, grumbling to herself all the way.

As "Becca Bondage" went, this was pretty tame. Not that I was complaining. For I got to watch Karen wiggle and writhe around next to me as she got her bound hands into position to untie mine. After a few good tugs, the knot that bound my wrists together was yanked loose, and the ropes grew slack.

I pulled my wrists free and sat up next to Karen. I left my feet tied while I untied her wrists. When Karen's hands were free, I bent over to untie my ankles.

Karen was having trouble untying her ankles, so as soon as I got my feet free, I went to work on freeing hers. However, no sooner did I place her bound bare feet in my lap than I was struck by a devious idea. Karen let out a squeal when I grabbed her bound feet by the ropes and mercilessly tickled her soles. She rolled around in delightful agony before me, and I kept tickling her until she cut loose with another squeal. Afraid that her wild whoops of tickle torture might wake my parents, I stopped and untied her feet.

Karen sat up and wagged her finger at me in mock anger. I wiggled all of my fingers at her, as if I was about to tickle her again, and she got up and ran out of the room so fast that it was all I could do to just keep up with her.

When we arrived at the bedrooms, I saw George was awake. He stood with Shirley in the hallway. They both stared wide-eyed into the girls' bedroom like a pair of spectators at an accident scene. Karen and I walked up to the doorway and peered in. What we saw made our eyes wide, as well.

Becca had Donna on the bed. Donna, whose jeans had been removed and was now bare-legged and clad only in her nightshirt, lay on her right side on the bed, with her wrists hog-tied to her ankles. Becca had gagged her mouth with tape, and was now in the process of blindfolding her. Donna was bound in the sort of industrial-strength bondage that we had come to know and expect from Becca. Despite the fact that Donna was hog-tied, Becca had still bound her knees--hell, she even tied Donna's two big toes together!

"Becca said if we helped Donna, we would join her," Shirley told us. She appeared completely intimidated. George, whose hair looked as if it exploded out from the right side of his head, gave me a annoyed look. "I always miss the good bondage games," he muttered with disgust.

Becca glanced over at him and held up a length of rope in her hands. "You wanna play a tie up game, Georgie-boy? C'mere, little Georgie-Worgie! I'll tie you up even tighter than your big sis!"

"Nooooooo," George said, shaking his head, as he clung to me for protection.

After leaving Donna trussed up for several minutes--although Donna swore it felt more like an hour--Becca untied her and that was finally the end of the tie up games for that evening. I took George back with me into my room, where we found Jim still sound asleep. And it occurred to me that, for all the yelling and screaming we did that night, neither of my parents had come out of their bedroom to tell us to quiet down.

I found out the next day that they knew full well that we were running around, but were just too weary to come out and police us. My mother told me: "Your dad and I figured as long as you didn't kill each other, that was good enough for us."

More craziness to come next time. As always, thanks for reading.

It was on Saturday, just after lunch, that I would have another bondage adventure. After eating, we were given strict orders from my mother not to go swimming for at least a half an hour. The girls sort of huddled into their own little group at one end of the porch, leaving Jim, Scott, George, Tyler(10) and myself by ourselves. I decided that us guys should spend some quality time on our own. I suggested that we go exploring on the little island on the lake that lay in front of my property. Everybody thought this was a great idea--except Scott, who had already explored the island with me that past winter; he had this bored, "been there, done that" type of attitude. He elected to go home.

In retrospect, this worked out for the better, because with Scott, there would have been too many people to fit in the Enterprise, my beloved rowboat. We boys went down to the dock, where I handed out the life vests, and then put on my own.

Some of the girls waved at us from the house when we shoved off in the Enterprise. Becca started bellowing the theme song to the Love Boat at the top of her lungs. Donna and Karen joined in, while Shirley, Mona and Lynn (both 12) covered their ears and shook their heads in consternation. I found this to be a hysterically funny scene, especially the impromptu chorus girl number that Becca, Donna and Karen abruptly worked out. Lynn's little brother Patrick, who was but a toddler, stood and stared at the dancing and singing girls in total fascination. My mother eventually came out to see what the heck was going on. We headed for the island. I rowed, while Jim and George sat facing me. Tyler sat up on the bow behind me. All of us were barefoot and shirtless, clad only in our bathing suits and orange life vests.

I should say that this island was basically a narrow strip of land with thick foliage in the center. You could walk around the whole edge of the island in about five minutes or less. It wasn't very large, but it was exotic enough to be our port of call. And while I had already visited the place with Scott during the winter, this would be my first visit during a warm and humid summer day. I was eager to walk the meager beaches in my bare feet.

Little did I realize that I would never get that chance.

Halfway across to the island, Jim leaned forward and asked me about what kind of pirate treasure was buried on the island. I told them that there was none because the lake monster swallowed it up years ago. Once we arrived at the island, I beached the Enterprise--

--and received the shock of my life when Tyler leapt onto my back with a warrior's yell. He wrapped his arms around my neck and tried to pull me backwards, but I was too big for him. However, Jim and George quickly joined in and all three boys managed to subdue me (not that I was putting up much of a fight at this point, anyway).

I remember initially feeling very annoyed, because the boys had planned to tie me up all along, and yet there was nothing on this barren strip of land to use for bondage. However, I quickly realized how wrong I was when Jim told George to get some rope, and I glanced down with wide eyes at the miles upon miles of rope that I had strung up all along the edge of the Enterprise. My rowboat had far more rope than it needed to be tied to a dock, and most of it was presently being used on me.

My hands were tied together at the wrists in front of me, and another strand of rope was wrapped around my torso, which secured my arms to my sides at the elbows. My legs were bound at the ankles and knees. Jim and Tyler did the binding, while George watched with appreciation.

When I was securely bound hand and foot, I was left in the boat while my captors walked around and examined this strange new land. Jim actually blurted: "Wow, this place is just like a real island!"

"It is a real island," Tyler said, giving Jim a strange look.

This made everybody--except Jim--burst into laughter. "You know what I mean," Jim said with annoyance. But this only made us laugh even harder.

Finally the guffaws subsided long enough for Jim and Tyler to go off and explore the island for themselves. George was left behind to watch over me. I sat on the bottom of the boat, with my back up against one bench (it was a good thing I still wore my life vest; for it acted as a cushion against the thin edge of the bench that pressed into my back) and my bound legs rested on the opposite bench.

George got into the boat, sat on the bench facing me, and stared thoughtfully at his clasped hands. When I asked him what was on his mind, he started talking about how I mentioned that the lake monster ate the treasure. And thus began a completely bizarre rumination by my youngest cousin about what would happen to a treasure filled with gold if it had been consumed by a monster. You see, it was George's contention that even if the monster had eaten the gold, it would not have made any difference, because the monster would then lay golden poop, and that would be the same thing, right? Because, gold, as a metal, would not digest in the monster's system--it would just pass through and still be gold, if a little chewed up.

While George continued to pontificate on the intricacies of the lake monster's digestive system, I stared out longingly at the lake, truly dreading the fact that I was bound hand and foot and had no choice but to sit and listen to this. I remember cringing slightly when a powerboat loaded with bathing suit-clad adults cruised by, but they never even noticed us--which, in retrospect, I thought was rather funny, since, for all they knew, we could have been beached and in trouble, only to have them cruise merrily right past us.

I finally interrupted George's sermon on the joys of golden poop: "If you untie me, I'll show you where the treasure is buried."

"But you said the lake monster ate it."

"I lied," I said. "It's here on the island, buried near the largest tree." This was yet another little made-up story, but I didn't care. The sun was beating down on my exposed flesh pretty mercilessly, and, being a fair-skinned lad of Celtic decent who burned easily, I would have said anything to get untied.

However, we heard a weird squealing sound nearby, like the mating call of a seal, and I saw Jim return to the boat with Tyler in front of him. Jim held Tyler's right arm bent up painfully behind his back; Tyler practically walked on tip-toe to avoid as much pain as possible. Apparently, Tyler had pushed the jokes about Jim's earlier island comment too far, until Jim wrestled him and pinned Tyler's arm behind his back. "I need some rope," Jim told George.

"Oh, c'mon, guys," Tyler moaned, as his wrists were being bound together behind his back. His ankles were bound together, then Jim hauled him up and placed him in the boat next to me.

"Doug says the treasure is buried here on the island," George told Jim. "It's near the largest tree."

"I'm so happy you're my cousin, George," I said sarcastically. "The family bonds are always firm and strong with you."

Tyler and I were left tied up in the boat while Jim and my little brat of a cousin went to seek out the treasure. Tyler began writhing and twisting against his bonds--he even let out these little moans! All the wiggling in the boat was only going to get him some nasty splinters.

I told him to knock off the hysterics and sit up so that his back faced me. When he did this, I twisted over until my bound hands were within reach of Tyler's own. Tyler began picking at the knot that bound my wrists, and I happily allowed him to do all the work. Once my hands were free, I removed the rope from around my waist, then bent over and untied my legs.

"You're gonna untie me, now, right Doug?" Tyler asked. "Doug? Doug! DOUG!"

Still clutching the rope I was bound with in one hand, I got up from the boat and stepped onto the meager island, in search of Jim and little Georgie. As I said before, the island wasn't very big, but it still took a few seconds of wandering through the foliage before I heard the boys talking. I found George first. He took one look at me--then the rope in my hands--and went "Oh, noooooo."

"You know what to do," I told him. "Turn around with your hands behind your back."

He did what I said, and I bound his wrists together behind his back. "You lied," George said over his shoulder. "There's no treasure buried here. There's just a bunch of dead ducks!"

We found Jim examining the lone tree on the island, a twisted gnarled monster whose long branches provided shade for a good third of the island surface. He barely noticed us as we strolled up beside him. When I cleared my throat, Jim glanced at me and said, "This is the only tree on the island, so where's the treasure? There's really no treasure here, is there?"

I confirmed his theory by shaking my head 'no'. I was amazed at how disappointed Jim appeared at the fact that there was no treasure. He grudgingly permitted me to bind his wrists behind his back. As I took Jim and George back to the boat, George started ranting about the dead duck carcasses that were littered on the island, and here we were walking around barefoot on an island with all of these bodies, and how disgusting that was...and....and....ick!

Apparently George didn't have a problem talking about golden poop from a monster, but he had zero tolerance for dead ducks.

Once we all got back in the boat, I shoved off and rowed my bound prisoners back to shore. Jim and George sat opposite me while I rowed, and Tyler sat behind me, his bound body nestled in the bow of the boat. Jim and George turned their backs towards each other and began to untie their hands. They made no motion to hide this from me, and I didn't try to stop them. By the time we reached the dock, they were free (I never bothered to tie their feet).

Jim, George and I got onto the dock, leaving a still bound Tyler wiggling and whining in the boat. When we strolled up to the house, Mona stared warily at us and asked where was her younger brother.

"The lake monster got him," I said grimly--to which Jim and George nodded. "It was going to attack the boat, so we threw Tyler at him as bait. It worked."

The other girls laughed while Mona clasped her hands together in front of her, glanced up at the sky, and muttered, "Oh, please, please, let that be true....."

When I told them that Tyler was actually tied up in the boat, Becca became livid. "You played a tie up game?! What are we, chopped liver?"

Little did Becca realize that later that very evening, all of us would be playing a seriously whacked out bondage game well into the wee hours.

But that another story for next time. As always, thanks for reading.

Please tell us more. Thanks.

I think the answer to Andy's question is that you're VERY
happily married to Karen. Right? You lucky guy!

Could you please tell us anything about the others and
their happy marriages?

I think that the answer to Andy's question is that you are
VERY happily married to Karen. Right? Lucky Guy.

Would you please tell us about the others, and their happy
marriages?

As ever, your stories always manage to make me chuckle, if not outright laugh at times. Good stuff, mate!

Couldn't be.

Please don't skip the F/M remaining on your way to get to the M/F. All I care about is the former.

One day i was at my Grandmother's house with my parents and my cousin. His name is Nathan. At the time he was almost 10. All the adults had left the house to go pick up my aunt ant the airport so it was just he and i in the house. We were just sitting on the couch watching tv. Everything was fine but then he started bothering me. He was kicking me and putting his feet in my lap. Finnaly i grabbed his feet and tickled him. He let out a yelp followed by laughter. I told him if he kept bothering me i would tickle him each time. To my surprise he kept putting his feet in my lap. Fiannly i grabbed him, brought him into the guest bedroom and through him on the bed. I grabbed rope from the closet and tied his hands at the wrists in front of him. I then Tied his ankles together and tied him at his knees. He had a big smile on his face like he was really enjoyig this. I took his hands and connected them to another peice of rope connected to the ceiling, pulling his hands above his head. I told him that he needed to learn to keep to himself and said that he needed to learn a lesson for bothering me. I put his feet in my lap and began to tickle them. He was hysterical with laughter. I continued for about 10 minutes. Then i blindfolded him and got a paintbrush and began stroking it up and down his extremely ticklish feet. This went on untill my parents came home about 20 minutes later. I quickly untied him and shoed him away as if nothing had ever happened. It turns out he actually learned his lesson. I told him if he ever did that again he would get the worst tickling ever. He hasnt bothered me since. But i will see him again shortly. You never know what could hapen.

To the newbie's here, I'll describe how I looked. I'm 19, in college, and I stand at 5'9'' and weigh 168 lbs. I have short brown hair and I always wear a black leather trenchcoat and fingerless gloves, no matter the heat. It's just my thing.

Anyway, about three Sunday's ago, I was wandering around town with nothing to do. My friends were all busy or working, and I didn't want to stay home with my mother all day (can't stand that). So, while wandering, I decided to check out a Blockbuster video place that was VERY far away, just to have somewhere to go for an hour. Besides, I could see what tapes they have there in comparison to the Blockbusters in my area.

On the way to the particular Blockbuster I was going to, there is a golf course, and before that, a huge park. The park has a kiddie area, a large field to play baseball and football in, and lastly, a large wooded area, which is fenced off, but huge and littered with trees, assorted foliage, flys, and garbage left by polluting slackers. I'd never really explored the entire wooded area before; just passed it all the time. I went in once, but not for long. Shrugging, since I had nothing better to do, I decided, "Hell, why not?" Off into the "forest" I went.

The enterance was hard to find, so I entered through a hole cut out of the chain-link fence by someone. It was small, but I was able to get in without tearing my coat. I heard kids playing ahead, so I went about exploring the place. There were a few trails, one downed tree log, and LOTS of wrappers and trash. Getting past shrubbery proved to be annoying, as was all the dust. I was heading back to the hole in the fence when I heard a dull muffled noise coming from a tree I was passing.

I stopped and looked, and saw a few ropes tied around it, and a pair of feet (with dirty white sneakers) on the other end. It wasn't a huge tree, but was no sappling, either. I decided to check it out, and I walked around it.

Tied to the tree by several loops of white rope wrapping her stomach and shoulders to the trunk was a girl who I'd guesstimate was about 3 or so years younger than me, with brown hair tied in a ponytail, big brown eyes, and a tan. Some crimson rag or hanky was wrapped around her head tied, tied between her cheeks, which bulged. I could tell it was holding a rag inside her mouth. The gag was moist with her spittle, and her hands were behind her back. She looked rather uncomfortable and embarrassed to see me. Her legs were glistening with sweat, as was her forehead. Her ankles were not tied.

I was feeling rather awkward myself. An incident with a whiny girl at my college (again, a previous story) made me weary, so I tried to look smug and asked, "Do you wanna be untied?"

"MMPH! MMMMPH! MMMMMMMMPH!" she mumbled as she wildly shook her head yes.

For some reason, I decided not to be a jerk, and untied the gag last. In truth, I never liked cleave gags, so that might have been a small push. I tried to pull it from her mouth, but it was too tight, so she had to turn her head for me to undo the knot. It was a doosy of a knot, but I had it undone in no time. I pulled the slimy rag from her mouth, and she started spitting out the wad of cloth (blue) used as packing. She gave a releaved sigh and breathed deeply.

"Thanks," she said rather cheerfully.

Well, it's nice to be appreciated for once, I thought to myself, as I smiled back slightly. "Hey, no problem. I was just passin' through anyway."

I paused to look into her pretty eyes. She was dressed in a white t-shirt with some design I can't recall on it, blue jean-shorts, and her sneakers, with white socks. I asked, "How'd you get tied to a tree!?"

She blushed. "It's kinda embarassing. You're gonna laugh."

I shrugged. "No, I promise I won't." Although at the time, that wasn't a promise I'd die to keep.

I sensed she wanted to change the subject, and she did so skillfully. "Are you gonna untie me, or what!?"

I almost blushed. "Oops, sorry." Luckily, I didn't get a hard on, as I searched my pockets for something sharp. At first, I thought I'd have to settle for my keys, but I found a small kitchen knife I'd forgotten I had until I founfd it. A week earlier, it was handed out to me and fifty others at a promotion at a local K-Mart store (which I was also at to kill time). A cardboard sheathe hid the blade, and it was a small, dinky thing, but it'd do. And before you say "Hey, a free knife is cool", I should point out that I had to listen to some fat guy push his knifes for sale for twenty long minutes, and had to shove past a crowd of eager morons to get it. Anyway, without even looking for a knot, I went to one of the coils of white clothesline rope pinning her body to the tree, and cut it easily. I thought, "Wow, that fat-ass was right about these knifes.." when the rope was cut, and the ropes started to unravel, falling to her feet.

I halfway expected to see her hands pop from behind her wrists, but they didn't. She kicked the rope aside as she struggled. I saw that her hands were tied tightly behind her back. If they were crossed before, they weren't now. Her skin was red from rubbing. I grabbed her shoulder. "Hey, hey, your wrist's are all red. Just hold still an' I'll cut you free."

The bushes came alive with movement. A gang of about six kids, all 12 or under (mostly 12), emerged from the foliage. 5 boys and one girl with curly brown hair. The boys ranged in size, and aside for one fat kid, all were pretty skinny. Their t-shirts were dirty, and two had red headbands tied around their foreheads. The girl I had mostly untied looked and rolled her eyes. "You should have hurried up."

The kids all looked pretty annoyed to see that their hostage had been united from the tree and ungagged. "Hey, why the hell'd you do that for!?" one kid with a crew cut and a "poke'mon" t-shirt barked.

"I dunno," I shrugged. "You kids playin' some game!?"

"Yeah!" the fat one croaked. "We're Indians!!"

At that, a few of the kids decided to play their part and hop around like jumping beans, hooting and popping their hands on and off their mouths as all cliche' Indians do. One even had a stick.

"Indians didn't have sneakers or Poke'mon shirts," I, in all my anal retentive glory, pointed out.

"SO WHAT!?" one kid barked.

"How do you know!?" the girl piped up.

"I read, man," I replied. "Kids should respect their elders. I mean, Indians who wear those Poke'crap t-shirts are kinda dumb." (BTW, I only use the line "respect your elders" when I want younger kids to do what I say. Yes, I know it's hypocritical, as I argue with mother all the time.)

"YOU'RE dumb, stupid-head!" the girl yelled.

One kid with a headband sneared and asked, "How OLD are you!?", grimacing as if I'd just sat up out of a coffin. Plus, they probably figured "beard stubble = geezer".

"19," was my reply.

"EWWWW!" was the sound I got from the kids.

"Untie me already," I heard the girl whisper in my ear, politely, but with a annoyed tone.

I knelt down to cut the rope binding her wrists, and the kids started circling closer. "Hey, you can't untie her! It's against the rules!!" one kid whined.

I turned. "Rules!?"

"Yeah!" he answered. "She found our tribe, so we hadda tie her up. Besides, she's mean to us all the time."

"I am NOT!" the teenage damsel yelped back. "I let you brats tie me up. I told you not to make it so tight and then you you shoved that F**king thing in my mouth! The hell am I supposed to treat you!?"

A few of the kids "OOOO!"-ed at the curse word as the kid with the stick smacked me in the side of the head with it. It stung.

"Ow!" I said, even though it really didn't hurt. "The hell'd you do that for!?"

The kid smiled. "Now, we get to tie YOU up!"

I folded my arms. "I'm not playing."

He looked at the teenage girl, who was obviously the older sister of one of the kids, and held his stick like a spear. "You are now."

I grabbed the stick from his grip. "HEY-HEEEY!!!" he screamed as I held it high above my head, and he jumped up a few times, swinging wildly like a monkey to get it. "No fair!"

I laughed loudly now, daring the kid on, and held the stick up to him, only to pull it away whenever he grabbed at it. He did this a few times, before sulking.

"You're a jerk!" the little girl piped in, folding her arms and looking cross.

To prove her right, I laughed as I snapped the stick in two over my knee. He looked dumbfounded. The teenager, still with her hands behind her, gave him this "I'm-so-gonna-tell-mom-when-we-get-home" type glare.

I grabbed the coil of rope I cut before and make a crazed smile. "Why don't I tie YOU up when I catch you!?"

"Gonna have to catch us, slowpoke!" one kid said, who seemed to not be bothered by the proposal. They all galloped away like mice after that, splitting up in the foliage.

I tossed the rope aside, and cut her wrists free slowly and carefully. She started rubbing them eagerly, and looked into my eyes. She seemed very confused, as was I, who was still holding a fistful of rope in nervousness as I put the knife away.

"Thanks," she said, a little softer than before. "It's a good thing you happened by. I was there, like, forever."

I shrugged. "Yeah. It's what I do."

She looked at my trenchcoat." Aren't you HOT in that thing!?"

"Everyone asks that," I told her. "Nope. I don't get hot easily."

She looked around. "BRIAN, WE'RE GOING HOME, NOW!!!!" she yelled very loudly. I heard a few groans, and some distant ruffling.

"Oh, well, then, I gotta go anyway," I replied, looking uneasy.

"Okay, well, thanks anyway. You're a sweet guy," she said as she leaned over, and kissed me quickly on the cheek.

It was a friendly kiss, and her lips barely brushed my skin, but it still felt like heaven. I felt like a cartoon character who starts turning red and bouncing up and down, barking, after being kissed.

I finally had the courage to speak. "Um, if you w-wanna go to a movie sometime...." (Keep in mind, we hadn't exchanged names yet..)

She cut me off. "Naw. I got a boyfriend, anyway."

"Figures." I rolled my eyes.

She saw the tribe in the distance. "Well, see ya! Thanks anyway!!" as she bounded off to join them.

I dropped the rope and walked quickly, hoping to leave before they did. I was still annoyed that I had the perfect oppurtinity for a new girlfriend, and fate cursed me again by her being "taken" already. I slithered out of the hole in the fence and started running off, my trench billowing in the wind like a cape. I looked back and saw her leading the pack out of the "forest", and she smirked at me one last time. At least, I think it was at me...

THE END.
Well, that's all I have for now. I'll return eventually, as I always do. Like the Transformers, I shall return.
Ciao.

Well, it turns out she was seeing someone...but i thought she could do better. One day, I came by her work (she works at a public pool) and wanted to hang out. She said she just got off work, and would love to. So we went to her house. Once inside, we saw that no one else was home..so we sat on the couch and watched some TV. Mandy was wearing a blue t-shirt, khaki short shorts, and blue flip flops. I told her I was bored, so I started to look around her house, trying to annoy her. I ended up in her parent's bedroom, when she came in behind me and asked what I was doing.

"Nothing" I replied. She then said "Yeah, Oh Suuure" in her most sarcastic voice, I had to laugh. She then tried to playfully slap me, but I easily caught her hand in mid flight, and twisted it behind her back.

"Ouch!" She shrieked.

"We can't have that kind of behavior in this household" I said sarcastically.

"What are you gonna do?! Tie me up?!" She said sarcastically.

"Sure, why not?" I quickly replied.

"What?" Was the first thing to come out of her mouth when I tossed her onto her stomach on the bed. I grabbed one of her dad's ties and started tying her hands behind her back. She was mumbling on about "What are you doing" and "Stop", but I paid no attention and kept tying. When I finished binding her hands together, i grabbed another tie and pinned her wrists to her back. I then grabbed her by the elbows, and led her down the hallway. I made her sit in a dining room chair, while I ran back and got some more ties. I first tied her back to the chair, and then pinned her knees to the seat. I then finally bound her ankles...her sandals practically coming off her feet. I then stood up, and admired my handiwork.

"Ok, are you done? Untie me now..this is getting dumb." She said.

"Hmm, seems as if this lady talks too much.."

I walked into her room and found a baby-blue bandana and a sock. I stuffed the sock in her mouth, and tightly, very tightly cleave gagged her with the thick blue bandana. She kept trying to say something to me, but it just came out as mmphhg...mmmpppphhhhgg.

She then started to struggle and release herself. She was bouncing up and down in the chair, kicking her bound feet back and fourth. Her sandals flew off, but she didn't even realize it. She then kept thrashing around for a few more minutes until she realized it was hopeless. I left her tied like that for a while, even though she kept begging me to untie her..(she kept trying to say my name through the gag).

The End

Last weekend, Desiree and I took a friend named Kelly with us to go dancing at a club. Desiree was wearing a short leather skirt, knee-high boots, and a glittery top. I wore a pair of purple vinyl pants (or pvc as some call it) and a similiar top. Pretty damn sexy as you could imagine :) Kelly though, was looking extremely gorgeous. She was wearing tight red leather pants and a tank top. Something we weren't use to seeing her wear I guess. Maybe that's why she looked so good. Anyway, to make it short and sweet, we got to the club, got a couple drinks in her (Shh! We're under age), and got her back to my house pretty loosened up. Since Kelly was kind of a shy girl, as you could imagine, after a few drinks she was acting pretty wild.

She spent a good portion of the night, running into walls and falling on the floor and rolling around. I don't think she was that drunk though, I think part of it was an act.

"If you don't calm down, we're gonna have to tie you to a chair in the middle of the room," threatened Desiree.

Of course Desiree always has tying on the mind, but at this point at seemed like a good idea. "Do you want to?" I asked. Desiree nodded. Together, we went to my room (in our personal supply *wink, wink*) and grabbed some small lengths of rope, and some bright colored rolls of duct tape we bought for fun. Yeah, I know, we're wierdos. Anyway, we returned back downstairs to my living room, where Kelly was still rolling around on the floor. "C'mon, get up," I told her as Desiree helped pick her up off the floor.

"Alright Kelly, this is for your own good." I took a roll of the bright green tape and stretched it out in front of her. "Oh no you're not!" she yelled, putting her hands out in front of her with her palms together. It was amazing the way she cooperated, almost willingly letting us tie her. "Oh yes," I replied wrapping the tape several times around her wrists. "Oh my god," she laughed histarically trying to move her wrists, "I can't believe you guys tied me up." This girl needed to shut up, we thought to ourselves. "Oh jeez, would you please gag her," said Desiree. I tore off a strip of the bright red tape, stretching it out in front of her mouth. "No, no, mmmpphh..." I tightly stretched the tape over her mouth, sealing her lips. She continued to laugh histarically under the gag. From there, we tied her to a chair and decided to have some fun.

We decorated her with feathered scarfs, picked flowers from the yard and put them in her hair, took makeup and applied it to her thickly to make her look trashy. After we had our fun and she had time to calm down we untied her, of course, taking out the gag last. We asked her if she had fun, and she laughed. "That was so much fun! But, when do I get to tie you guys up?"......

Hope that one was enjoyable for you. Even more, I hope I will be able to continue this one by answering Kelly's last question. The weekend is coming up, ya' know! Once again THANX to everyone for your emails and such. If you like my stories check out:
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This is a week later after that. A hot day outside and my mom was getting ready to go out with my aunt. I think they were gonna go shop or whatever. My aunt came over and happened to bring my ever so favorite cousin, Liz (sarcasm) with her. Liz came into the living room and sat down by me on the couch. She started asking questions like how l was doing, what was up, ect. I sat there and answered, trying to forget that she tied me up and gagged me. Then tied me up with a girl l was trying to make out with. But she didn't bring it up, so everything seemed ok. Then my mom left with my aunt and we were both alone. Just me and Liz....

"What did you come over for Liz?" I asked her. Wondering if she had hoped of getting me bound again was evitable. I still wasn't crazy about being tied up, but l didn't mind it, l guess it made it even more fun to tie me up if the prisoner is actually struggling.

"Mainly to apologize for what my friends and l did to you." she said. Wow! This was suprising to me, she was actually going to make peace and put an end to the petty games.

"That's cool then Liz. No hard feelings" l said. "l'll go get us some chips. I'll be right back Liz." l said as l made my way to the kitchen. What an idiot l was. I should have saw it coming. Liz came up from behind me and tackled my legs to the ground. My face was shoved into the cold tile as l heard the sound of tape wrapping around my ankles. "We don't have any ductape in this house!" I yelled at her. "Oh, l know, this is from my house." she said right back to me with a cocky tone in her voice. She weighed more than l did, l wasn't scrawny, she was just heavy. So she wrapped my ankles in tape, pretty good too. Made her way up and did on my knees, and on my thighs. She had me on my stomach, and was sitting on my butt. She then took my hands behind my back as l attempted to struggle, but wasn't in a good position. She crossed my hands and began to wrap the ductape around my wrists. She then left me on the floor, ungagged, and l was squirming around yelling at her that she was a crazy #@%^&$! She went and got a chair from the dinner table. She picked me up by my arms and pushed me into the chair. She tied my legs to the chair as she wrapped ductape around my ankles and knees to the chair. She then untied my hands and hurried up and tied them behind the chair. I could not move. She took a small rag from off the kitchen counter and shoved it into my mouth. Then she ripped off four strips of tape. She took two of them going diagnol down my lips. Then she took the other two and made them go opposite as the other strips of tape. Forming an X over my mouth. I mmmphed in anger! I then realized that mmmphing was useless, l then let out one last moan from my gag and sat there, awaiting her next move....

"I don't want you to date Laura! You're totally not her type!" she proclaimed. I was in shock, who was she to decide something like this. She's over here, tying me up, and deciding who goes out with me! This girl is seriously crazy. Anyway, l grunted into the silver X over my mouth at this comment.

"Oh you don't think so, do you?" Liz asked. I shook my head no and mmphed a bit. "Ok then, we'll, just see how she feels..." she said as she walked into the living room. I began to mmmmph as loud as l could, but the X gag was in effect very well. She then got on the phone and was talking to Laura.

"Come on over, we're gonna watch a movie, we'll be in Michael's room, the door by the kitchen is unlocked". They hung up and then Liz came back over to me as l was tied in the chair. I looked up at her and grunted through my gag. She then dragged the chair in front of the door by the kitchen. The one Laura would be coming through. "This will be a suprise, just for her!" Liz stad then left me there. She then hid behind the kitchen counter. Due to Laura not living far from me, she arrived atleast 10 minutes later.

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Chloe, Thanx for the plug.

Great story about your friend Kelly, can't wait to hear her revenge.

Oh yeah, your not the only one who keeps supply's handy :)

As usual, I was staying at the house of my parents' friends while they were away on a cruise. The only difference was that Misty's parents were going away too and, seeing as she was 19, they thought that the two of us would be al right on our own. Well after the goodbyes and everything I got ready for bed and came down to watch TV with her. I was wearing green pajama pants and a white t shirt and she was wearing a long cotton summer dress with blue and white gingham pattern, looking very pretty with her hair tied into two ponytails. We were watching some detective show or another and there was a scene where the hero and heroine get tied up together and the hero manages to escape and free them both. I mentioned that men always escape because they're smarter than women (I was asking for it I guess).
"Oh yeah?", said Misty. "I'll bet if you were tied up you wouldnt' be able to get out of it."
My heart was in my throat when I heard this and all I could manage was a weak "Oh yes I could!" Which made her laugh.
After a few minutes she got up and I thought she went to the bathroom. Imagine my surprise when she returned holding a long coil of cotton rope and a handkerchief.
"Tell you what, let's just see how smart you are." she said with a smile. Not knowing what to say I came over to her and she motioned me to sit in a high backed wooden chair. She first bound my hands behind the back of the chair and tightly wound rope around my torso, pinning my arms to the side. I was very surprised by this and couldn't believe this lovely young lady was actually tying me up. My legs were bound apart to the legs of the chair and secured at the knees to where the legs joined the seat.
SHe then took the handkerchief, a long one, and pulled it between my lips tying it at the back. "just so you don't try to sweet talk me into releasing you." she said with a giggle. She then stood in front of me, looking rather queenly in her long dress, and surveyed her work.
"if you can get out of it you can tie me but if not you'll be my prisoner for the rest of the night."

She watched as I tried to struggle my way free and laughed at my attempts. I had to admit she did a good job. I couldn't have gotten free if I'd wanted to, and I wasnt'so sure I wanted to. Eventually she sat back down and we watched tv some more. At commercials I'd renew my struggles which would invite more laughter from her. Occasionally she'd tickle my stomach and ask how I liked being her captive. I couldnt' answer of course.
(to be continued)

"Still think men can always get away sweetie?" she said. I found that her teasing only increased the strange enjoyment I got out of being helpless and in her power. During the shows I began sneaking looks at her, she was very pretty as I mentioned before and hard not to look at. Pretty soon I was staring at her and it wasn't long before she'd noticed.
"What are you looking at?" she said reproachfully, but with a smile. I tried to say "nothing" but I couldn't because of the gag. Well she caught me staring two more times and after that she decided I needed to learn a lesson in manners. She got up, went to her room and came out with a red scarf which she tied over my eyes, blindfolding me. Then with a kiss on my forehead she sat back down.
"That'll teach you that it's not polite to stare!" she said.
Now I was completely in her power and loving every minute of it. Time slowed down completely since I could only hear the tv and her giggles and teasing comments.
The phone rang and Misty answered it. It was my parents as I later found out. I heard Misty say:
"Oh yes! We're fine!" "Mark? Oh he hasn't been any trouble at all, he's been totally quiet the whole evening. No, he's in bed he can't come to the phone right now..."
and so on. I felt like a kidnap victim listening to the phoned in ransom demand and it was very exciting.

After some time she released me and let me brush my teeth and go to bed. She asked me if I had a good time and I had to admit I did, even if I didn't escape. "Well, we'll have to do it again sometime." she said with a smile. And we did too, but that's another story.

As usual, I was staying at the house of my parents' friends while they were away on a cruise. The only difference was that Misty's parents were going away too and, seeing as she was 19, they thought that the two of us would be al right on our own. Well after the goodbyes and everything I got ready for bed and came down to watch TV with her. I was wearing green pajama pants and a white t shirt and she was wearing a long cotton summer dress with blue and white gingham pattern, looking very pretty with her hair tied into two ponytails. We were watching some detective show or another and there was a scene where the hero and heroine get tied up together and the hero manages to escape and free them both. I mentioned that men always escape because they're smarter than women (I was asking for it I guess).
"Oh yeah?", said Misty. "I'll bet if you were tied up you wouldnt' be able to get out of it."
My heart was in my throat when I heard this and all I could manage was a weak "Oh yes I could!" Which made her laugh.
After a few minutes she got up and I thought she went to the bathroom. Imagine my surprise when she returned holding a long coil of cotton rope and a handkerchief.
"Tell you what, let's just see how smart you are." she said with a smile. Not knowing what to say I came over to her and she motioned me to sit in a high backed wooden chair. She first bound my hands behind the back of the chair and tightly wound rope around my torso, pinning my arms to the side. I was very surprised by this and couldn't believe this lovely young lady was actually tying me up. My legs were bound apart to the legs of the chair and secured at the knees to where the legs joined the seat.
SHe then took the handkerchief, a long one, and pulled it between my lips tying it at the back. "just so you don't try to sweet talk me into releasing you." she said with a giggle. She then stood in front of me, looking rather queenly in her long dress, and surveyed her work.
"if you can get out of it you can tie me but if not you'll be my prisoner for the rest of the night."

She watched as I tried to struggle my way free and laughed at my attempts. I had to admit she did a good job. I couldn't have gotten free if I'd wanted to, and I wasnt'so sure I wanted to. Eventually she sat back down and we watched tv some more. At commercials I'd renew my struggles which would invite more laughter from her. Occasionally she'd tickle my stomach and ask how I liked being her captive. I couldnt' answer of course.

This happened last year in high school when I was a junior. I have always had a respective "thing" for the damsel in distress. However, every attempt to put that dream into reality was thwarted by fate or circumstance. Until this time.

I was dating a girl named Sharen. She was cute, had a round face and dark curly hair. She was short, but had great legs and a wonderful set of . . . eyes. She was fun to be with due to the fact that she was very frank about a lot of things, including sex. This allowed me to discuss many issues openly with her, but that didn't include my fetish. Well, one night we had gotten home from a movie and her parents weren't home and wouldn't be for several hours ( a heavensent scenario for any adolescent). So we adjourned to the basement of her house and started talking about things in general until we eventually started making out. This continued for a while until we stopped for some reason and started talking again. The topic of conversation weaved around until it eventually landed on sex and its related subjects. The topic shifted to fantasies and after she told me hers, I was a little reluctant. I wanted to be honest, but the consequence of doing so could have been stagggering. I kinda sat there for a minute and she pressed me further.

Finally I said timidly, "I'd like to tie you up." in the most unimposing voice I could muster. The last thing I wanted was to scare her or something. I expected anything, a scream, a stroke, involuntary micturation or even just blushing, any reaction to what I had just said. However she just sat there and after a few seconds said, "Oh."

I waited and spoke again, my confidence rising ever so slightly. "So what do you think?" She paused again but said in the most even voice, not betraying a single emotion, "I don't really think of it at all. Its kinda interesting." After every second I was feeling less and less scared over what I was saying and decided to try and make my move. I didn't know if this would be my last and possibly only chance.

"Interesting enough to try it out?" This time there was no quiver in my voice. "Yeah, that would be cool." She said, this time smiling. "I'll go look for some things to help." she said and got up from the couch.

Hallelujah! The gods were helping me this night as I was finally going to what I thought I would never do. And as I sat there, reveling in my amazing fortune, she called from down the hall, "We don't have any tape, but will nylons do?" I was smiling already.

That time Misty (19) and me (13) stayed together while my parents and hers were away on a cruise had many incidents like the first one, where I ended up in her clutches bound and gagged. There was plenty of opportunity for them since they were away for three weeks. They got off to a slow start since she didn't mention it to me again and I didn't quite know how to bring it up. I was 13 and kind of awkward and shy so I didn't know how to go about suggesting it or asking her to tie me up. I did find that I couldn't do enough for her, feeling compelled to help as much as I could with the chores and run little errands for her. After all, this was a very attractive woman, with long sandy blonde hair and very nice figure, who had tied me up so it seemed only natural, besides we were old friends from childhood. She never took unfair advantage of this and commented on how she was glad I was so helpful, yet with a knowing smile.
Anyway, about two days later I managed to find myself at her mercy once again.
It was a warm sunny August afternoon,and Misty decided to lay out in the backyard to work on her tan. I was inside watching tv and sneaking looks at her from the back window. SHe was wearing a yellow bikini and looking very lovely in it so I couldn't help it. (I was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else, it being kind of hot) After a while she called to me and I came outside, feeling some excitment, but she only wanted to to put some suntan oil on her back where she couldn't reach. She didn't have to ask me twice. After I was finished, I sat besides her on the lawn and right then and there I decided to brazen it out.
"You know, Misty, I was thinking." I said hesitantly.
"Yes?" she encouraged.
"Well, you got to tie me up but I never got to tie you up so, uh, how about it?" Okay, not very eloquent but like I said, I was 13.
She smiled and said, "Well gee Mark, I kind of want to lay out here and besides" she added with a giggle, "You don't get to tie me up until you can escape from me tying you up and you didn't escape me did you?"
"Well.."
"Well, nothing. I untied you myself which isn't the same as escaping. Technically you're still my prisoner."
Hearing this made my heart beat so loudly that I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd heard it.
"W-well, if..if you'd like to tie me up again. I'll bet I could escape this time." I didn't sound very convincing though.
After a moment of silence she sat up and looked at me. "Okay, you're on!"
She got up and went back in the house, returning with the same long coil of cotton rope and two scarves.

David is an avid reader and an easy sit because he is always on his computer in his bedroom. I found out what kept him so busy only 3 weeks ago and now it is a little secret that I keep for him. It seems that his favorite sites are pornographic in nature. I went into his room and saw him looking at porn. When he saw me, he X'ed out of that site and what was left were all words on the screen beneath it.

Take a guess what site he was on. He loves this site and explained to me that he has always fantasized about tying me up. I really don't know how other babysitters do it. I mean if you let a kid tie you up then what? What if there is an emergency or what happens if his parents come home?

I decided to compromise with David and said I'd tie him up if he wanted. I've never seen a kid get so happy in my life! He produced enough rope to tie up the whole neighborhood. I really didn't have any experience tying someone up so he showed me some pics on the net and asked me to put him in a hog-tie.

I went round and round his wrists behind him like 6 or 7 times, then went the opposite way and knotted it. He said I did a great job! I then roped his feet together tightly and finished off with a third rope from his feet to his wrists. He tested his bonds and said he couldn't believe that I never tied anyone up before. He asked me to use duct tape to seal his mouth, which I did. I then went on his computer while he struggled on the bed behind me.

After about 10 minutes he wasn't struggling anymore so I peeled the tape off of his mouth. He asked me to leave him tied up for a while longer. So I did and went downstairs to watch a movie. I didn't re-gag him just in case of an emergency. He got upset by this but I told him that it was dangerous.

I went up to his room a half hour later and I have to admit I snuck up the stairs. David was rubbing against the bed! I didn't have the heart to confront him so I snuck back downstairs and waited another 10 minutes and then went back up. I yelled up first so he wouldn't get caught.

Since then, David has actually showed me a lot of sites on the net. I'm really not into it much but I do see that so many people are and now thinking back I realize that past boyfriends were actually kinky but didn't know how to come out and say it. I want to tell you guys that this site is fantastic and I think that it helps kids and adults realize that there is nothing wrong with playing around like this. Just be smart and safe!

I now tie David up every night I babysit him. He adores me and it is so cute! Later.....

The link I put here is of an MSN site that has thousands of pics without any Adult Check Scams.

Who am I to argue with synchronicity? So, for the first time in more than 6 months, here I am, posting.

As for your question, everyone on this end of the connection is alive and well.

Annie will be starting high school as a freshman in just a few weeks. She has been shopping for clothes, and I do not understand what the girl needs with yet another Portland Blazers T-shirt, on top of half a kilobuck of other new clothes. But that's a 14 year old girl for you.

Peter, who turned 7 a while back, will be starting 2nd grade. His great invention this summer was a new game, which he actually got a few neighbor girls to play with him. The name of the game is "Let's Not Say"... I think you can guess the rules of this game for yourself! For a grade school boy with a fetish for getting handgagged, this is one bold kid. Far bolder than I was, way back when *I* was a grade school boy with a fetish for getting handgagged.

Are Annie & Peter still playing their "mouthholding games"? Except for a few brief spans when Peter had a loose tooth, the answer is, yes. All the time. I wish I could share some of the countless incidents of Annie handgagging her cousin Peter, which have transpired since the beginning of the year.

But if I told you, my girlfriend Sundra would kill me!!! Sundra is a dear, but she is highly protective of her niece and nephew. She has a will of steel. Hands of steel too, but that's another story, let's not go there, I think you can guess. ;-)

Sundra and I have just spent a few weeks camping, hiking, and generally bumming around up in the mountains-- she's ABD (all but dissertation) in her graduate program, I'm self-employed, and so we can set our own schedule within broad limits. Right now, Sundra is looking over my shoulder, and okaying what I have written. I win the negotiation over keeping one item-- she wins the negotiation over two others, which are deleted. She says she hopes you will understand. She also says the video clip of your sister handgagging you (which we saw, and both liked a lot) reminds her in some ways of Annie & Peter.

Life has been very, very good for Sundra and me these past several months, and when Sundra makes a request of me, I am not inclined to argue with her. Even on those occasions when I am ABLE to get my mouth open... ;-)

Best regards and all best wishes...

I've been reading this book for a while and I just had to laugh when I read your story, not because of anything bad but becasue I'm so like the boy you babysit for, other then being a girl and being 15 :) I read all the time, especialy on my computer and are always looking at bondage pics when no-ones around :-D

I just wish I had someone to tie me up. To old for a babysiter and the boy i babysit for's only 6 :) I have a few self bondage stories but there not realy that interesting.

Oh and I just wanted to thank you all 'cause this book was the first bondage site I came across on the web and reading it has made me realise that it's nothing to be ashamed of to want to be tied up and there are lots of other people who like it to :)

Anyway I'm done now, and when I finaly get someone to tie my up this'll be the 1st place I'll post it :)

Thanks so much. I hope the good stories continue

There are some great writers here and we're looking for stories to go with our photos.

If anyone is interested contact me directly at lance@sweetties.com

Thanks for the incredible adventures .. I don't get by often but when I do I'm up for half the night.

I was a sound sleeper and when I woke up I was taped to a picnic table I couldn't move or talk. Then I heard Danny say I see you're enjoying my old gym sock? I let out a lould MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPP no one can hear you in this shed and Ocsar's all tied up in the basement. As pnushment for trying to ambush me, I'm going to torture you for half an hour!!! He took off my shoes and started tickling me all over my foot ribs every where. After what seemed forever, he stopped. Danny told me that he overheard Oscar say that his parents would be back at 10. So Danny said that he would be his captives for a long time. Now Danny said, I'm going to blind fold you. With that he took my bandana off and blind folded me with it. So now I was tapped to a picnic table, blindfolded with my own bandana and gagged Danny's old gym sock. I was immobile and blindfolded. I struggled but all I could do was work a sweat. Now Danny said now to teach little brother a lesson. I heard Danny turning the ligths off and then closing the door. I struggled all I could but only got tired. After a few hours I got tird and hungry. Then I heard someone open the door who turned out to be Danny He asked me if I learned my lesson and I nodded yes. Then he said now i'll untie you but now were're even. After Ocsar and I was untied We ate some pizza and went to bed

Well needless to say, I barely tasted the casserole she made, being too excited about dessert.

"I never thought anybody could enjoy being tied up so much." she said sensing my anticipation.
"You're almost enjoying this as much as I am."
"Well, it is kind of fun.", I said between bites. Soon the conversation turned to other things, like school and people we knew and what I was planning on tomorrow, friends in the neighborhood I hadn't seen yet and the like. Just small talk. Soon I was finished and got up to take my plate to the sink but Misty stopped me.

"I'll take care of the dishes Marky." she said with a smile. "You've got other things to worry about."

With a giggle she motioned me to turn around. Taking one end of the rope, she bound my hands behind me, making it tight but not too tight. After my hands were bound, she took the scarf and cleave gagged me with it. Meanwhile I was too excited to even see straight. I always was when I got tied up, especially by Misty.

"Now, I have something special in mind for you." she said, tickling me on the stomach whle she spoke. (She always was a merciless tickler.) "I'm going to take you up to my secret lair and hold you captive there. I'll come and check on your progress but I don't think you'll make much my dear. I mean face it, Houdini you ain't." Her teasing remarks and her tickling always made these little games so much more exciting, especially when I couldn't answer back.
She got up and making me walk ahead of her, she lead me to her "secret lair" which turned out to be her bedroom. SHe turned on the lamp next to her desk and pulled a chair from her desk. I was a very feminine looking chair, with gold metal frame and a white satin seat. I almost didn't want to sit in it but she insisted, and it was hard for me to say no to her, espcially bound and gagged.
Well, she sat me in the chair and draped my bound hands across the back. Then she pulled the rope down and tied it to a crossbar under the chair, making it nearly impossible to move my hands. My feet were next, and they were bound together and pulled under the chair and tied to the crossbar as well. My toes barely touched the ground.
"Well." she laughed while tying me. "A big strong man like you shouldn't have any problem escaping from this."
Misty really seemed to enjoy playing the villain, and gloating over my helplessness.

Let's hear when you tied misty up!

The T man

Anyway in regard to whoever wanted non-porn pics I found a couple of sites that have bondage pics from TV and movies:

www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Hills/1530/index.html

www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Boulevard/5205/index.html

Both of these sites also have great links to other non -porn sites.

Hope this helps!

As for the "stories" being made up,well sure,some of them are,but mostly they are ALL true,some are embleished(sp) to make better reading,but the fact in someone was tied up :) and this is what this site is all about:)

The only thing that concerns me a little,is recently there have been a lot of "kids" posting her,like 16 and 14,Not that this a bad place,but I think kids should have their own special place :)

I miss some of the 'older" posters from a few months back,dont get me wrong,I like almost all the stories,(I dont care for,boys tieing boys,just my prefance,girls tiing boys thats ok,:) BUT guys tieing girls :) my fav,any ways evrybody have a good weekend :)

I'd sure like to know of any non-porn pic sources of
the F/M variety. Not one of these has ever been suggested that I have found. They're ALL F/F or M/F.

That very thing happened to me about 15 years back when I met my wife.......we are both into bondage since that time and have the financial independance to indulge ourselves as the story will bear out.

I can't post it here but will be glad to e-mail it to you.

The reason I mentioned this is because Amy ended up involved in the next tie up I did with Misty.

Misty herself was full of surprises, she was the first to suggest tying me up and proved to be very enthusiastic about doing so. I of course was an equally enthusiastic captive. Anyway, it was a warm summer afternoon and I was helping her do some cleaning in the house, vaccuming and dusting and the like. It took about an hour or so and when we were done she decided to go take a bath and freshen up. I put on the TV and was wondering what to do for the rest of the day while watching GET SMART. About a half an hour later, Misty came downstairs again.
"Marky!" she said. "Could you come up and help me with something?"
Something in the tone of her voice gave me that special mix of dread and anticipation so I went up to see what she wanted. She was in the guest room where I was staying, sitting on the bed. She was wearing a faded peach colored sundress, with thin straps, one of those that laced up the front. Her hair was all down, just freshly blow dried.
"What do you want?" I said casually.
"I think you know." she said with a giggle as she reached under the bed and pulled out the now famliar cotton rope I had gotten to know so well.
(btw, I was wearing a striped t shirt and shorts.)
"Care to have another try at escaping my clutches dearie?" she said with a smile.
Who was I to say no? She motioned me over to a chair. (Chair ties seemed to be her favorite, mine too since they had that "kidnap" feel to them.) Soon my hands were once more bound behind me. Then around my chest and stomach a few times. SHe punctuated her tying with a few tickles to make me squirm.
"You've been such a big help, but I kind of want you out of the way for a while." she said with a grin. "Besides, I kind of like being the villainess."
After tying my legs to the legs of the chair and gagging me with the scarf.
I couldn't take my eyes off her. There was something about the way she tied me that made her even more lovely.
I struggled furiously and that made her laugh.
"SIlly boy!, you can't get out of it. Heaven knows you've tried."
I was beginning to wonder if I ever would or if I even wanted to.
After tickling my stomach a few more times, until I was exhausted from squirming and giggling, she left me alone.
"There", she said. "Now I can watch General Hospital without you bothering me." she said with a smile. Ah, so there was her ulterior motive. Well who was I to argue? She had me.
After about fifteen minutes, I heard the doorbell ring. I struggled and mmmphed a bit, wondering who it was but all I heard was the door open and close and I assumed it was the mail man. That is, until I heard Mistys faint voice, like she was talking to someone. Soon I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and her voice blending with antoher female voice, a younger one. I struggled furiously but to no avail.
"Yeah, he's right in here." I heard Misty say as the knob turned. "Wait till you see him."

"That was fun." said AMy. "ANd it was kind of romantic too, like two detectives or something." I awkwardly agreed, not sure about the romantic part. Still it was kind of exciting to be tied up with someone else, especially a girl.

"I should come over more often and play." said Amy. Maybe you could show me how good you are at tying."
"Sure" I said. "Anytime."
"Okay." she said with a smile. "It's a date."
I blushed again which made her laugh some more.
(more stories to follow. ANd yes, I did get Misty back eventually, but not for a while.)

if youd like to hear more e-mail me if i get enough requests ill post more

When I was little i dodn't know what bondage was,i didn't know tying someone up was called bondage.This event happend with me and my brother.
One day we were watching tv and out of the blue my brother who we'll call *Steven,hey I bet you 10 bucks you can't get your hands free if I tie them."You're on!"i said.So he ghad me sit in a chair and put my hands behind my back croos them.I did.He tied my hands with my mother's dress belt(quite thin,but strong).He gave me 10 minutes to get out.So i sat there wriggling and trying to get free.10 minutes was up and he untyed me.Then he wanted me tie him up,I did.Im not a very good tyer he got out of it within 2 minutes.He then tyed me back up.I sat there tyed up while we finished watching tv.I remember how i felt tyed up,all helpless,i jus wished that he gaged me too.BUt he didn't but there was this one time he did,but thats another story.I'll post it after this.
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I don't really remeber much but I do remember one thing:
We were in my brothers's room.I don't know what we were doing there but anyways.All of a sudden my brother(the same one from the story above) put it hand over my mouth.I remember how it was i remember the sensation i felt.He was strong,I was about 3 and he was 9.He hand his hand over my mouth for a good 5 minutes till my mother came in,she didn't know he gagged me.I have no clue why he did maybe i said soemthing,but that was a good memory.

Thanks

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Plus a story of the ver FIRST time I was EVER tied up:)

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MY SISTERS' FRIEND SHARI WAS A VERY ATTRACTIVE 17 YEAR OLD AND SHE WOULD WALK UP THE NEARBY ALLEY AFTER SCHOOL, SO EVERY DAY I WOULD MAKE IT A POINT TO WALK DOWN THE ALLEY AT THE SAME TIME.
ONE DAY, IT WAS THE DAY AFTER HALLOWEEN IN FACT ME AND MY FRIEND MIKE DECIDED TO AMBUSH HER WITH SOME HALF BROKEN UP PUMPKINS.

SHARI CAME WALKING BY AND WE JUMPED OUT AND THREW YHE PUMPKINS SPLATTERING THEM ALL OVER HER CLOTHES. WE BOTH RAN AWAY LAUGHING AND WENT HOME.

THE NEXT DAY WAS A SATURDAY AND WHEN MY SISTER WOKE UP SHE CAME DOWN STAIRS AND SAID " SHARI WILL GET YOU BACK".
I LAUGHED AT HER AND SAID "YEA RIGHT AND WHAT IS SHE GOING TO DO" I WAS A RATHER TALL 12 YEAR OLD AND SHARI WAS ABOUT 4 INCHES SHORTER AND 50 LBS LIGHTER THAN ME. WELL LATER THAT DAY AS I WAS WALKING DOWN THE ALLEY SHARI JUMPED OUT OF THE BUSHES AND SUPRISED ME, SHE SAID " YOU THINK YOUR'E TOUGH DON'T YOU" I JUST STARTED TO WALK AWAY WHEN SHE GRABED MY WRIST AND TWISTED IT BEHIND MY BACK. SHE THEN SAID " I KNOW JUDO AND I'M GOING TO TEACH YOU A LESSON".

SHARI THEN LET GO OF MY ARM AND I SPUN AROUND TO FACE HER AND BEFORE I KNEW IT SHE GRABED ME AROUND THE NECK AND FLIPPED ME OVER HER SHOULDER TO THE GROUND. SHE THEN GOT MY WRIST IN A LOCK AND PLACED HER FOOT ON MY NECK AS I WAS LYING ON THE GROUND FACE UP. THE MORE I RESISTED THE MORE PAINFUL THE WRISTLOCK GOT AS SHE TIGHTENED IT UP. SHE HELD ME LIKE THIS FOR A GOOD 3 MINUTES AND ASKED ME IF I GIVE UP. AT THIS POINT THE PAIN WAS UNBEARABLE SO I TOLD HER "I GIVE". JUST THEN SHARI YELLED OVER TOWARD THE BUSHES "HEY JO YOU CAN COME OUT NOW" WELL HER GIRLFRIEND JO WHO WAS 16 AT THE TIME CAME OUT FROM BEHIND THE BUSHES WITH SOME CLOTHESLINE AND A BIG SMILE ON HER FACE. SHARI SAID TO ME "JO HAS BEEN TAKING JUDO WITH ME SO YOU BETTER DO WHAT WE TELL YOU" THEY ESCORTED ME ONE ON EACH SIDE OF ME BOTH WITH A FIRM GRIP ON EACH OF MY ARMS INTO THE WOODS.THEY MADE ME LIE FACE DOWN IN THIS PATHWAY AND TOLD ME TO PLACE MY HANDS BEHIND MY BACK. SHARI TIED MY HANDS VERY TIGHTLY TOGETHER WHILE JO WATCHED. JO THEN TIED MY ANKLES TOGETHER AND THEY WERE LAUGHING OUT LOUD AS I LIE THERE TOTALLY HELPLESS. SHARI SAID "JO I THINK HE NEEDS TO BE HOGTIED BECAUSE HE IS A PIG" SO THEY TIED MY ANLES AND HANDS TOGETHER VERY TIGHTLY AND I WAS COMPLETLY AT THEIR MERCY.THEY LAUGHED AT ME FOR ABOUT 15 MINUTES AND THEN SHARI DECIDED IT WAS TIME TO GAG ME. SHE WRAPPED ROPE AROUND MY MOUTH ABOUT 6 TIMES AND TIED IT FIRMLY. I COULDN'T MAKE A SOUND. SHARI THEN SAID " THIS IS YOUR PAYBACK FOR HITTING ME WITH THOSE PUMPKINS" THEY BOTH WALKED OUT OF THE WOODS WITHOUT SAYING A WORD AND I JUST LIED THERE FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE HOURS STRUGLING TO FREE MYSELF. I FINALLY GAVE UP AND SUDDENLY A FELT SOME ONE UNTYING THE ROPES THAT SHARI HAD GAGGED ME WITH. IT WAS MIKE AND I TOLD HIM TO HURRY UP. HE FINALLY RELEASED ME AND I SAID TO HIM "SHRARI BEAT ME UP AND HER AND JO HOGTIED ME FOR THROWING PUMPKINS AT SHARI" MIKE SAID " I KNOW SHE BEAT ME UP TOO AND HER AND JO HOGTIED ME THIS MORNING" AS IT TURNS OUT THEY HAD RELEASED MIKE AN HOUR EARLIER AND TOLD HIM WHERE TO FIND ME.
I SAID TO MIKE " WHY DIDN'T YOU GET ME OUT OF HERE EARLIER"
MIKE SAID THAT SHARI HAD WARNED HIM TO WAIT AT LEAST AN HOUR TO RELEASE ME OR SHE WOULD SHOW HIM SOME MORE JUDO.

THE NEXT TIME I SAW SHARI SHE JUST SMILLED AT ME AND BLEW ME A KISS!

Please, please Richard. More stories, please! Pretty please?

If you are interested I have many pics of F/M as requested by your posting

How can we work it out?

Janet

I had to go abroad unexpectedly. I am back now and should have another story in a few days. Any feedback would be really useful.

That sounds a bit rough for a game. I would guess that you must be in your teens though, or they wouldn't have done that. It does sound kind-of like a fun game, although I wouldn't like being in one of those things if I was "taken short" - if you take my meaning.

Richard:

I'm not sure what feedback you are looking for. I found your last story very interesting partly because you highlighted the fact that both sides believed they had "gone too far" and the pranks were toned down after that.

I am interested in hearing of how any difficulties (particularly emotional) with the tie-up games were resolved. EG, You and James were very embarrassed by the "water torture", but you got an apology for that later.

Did you see my earlier comment? I think it is right underneath the last segment of your second story.

I didn't know there was any more. Sure, keep on if there's more to tell. I just assumed that they let you out after the end of the tour and that was the end of it.

Andy:

Sorry, I thought everyone who knew English knew the expression "taken short". It means suddenly realising that you have to go pee (or poop) urgently and without delay! Imagine that happening while in a straight-jacket. :-p

Sorry Alex, but I have to doubt the truth of your story. I really can't believe that no one in your group needed to pee over the four hours you say you were bound.Nice story though.

In the latter story I told how my close friend, James and I (together with a third boy, Stuart) were abducted from our tent during the night and subsequently "tortured" as punishment for an unprovoked attack which we launched on some of our buddies. Despite the indignities we were put to that night, we agreed that we had basically deserved what happened, the "state of war" was de-escalated and we all remained firm friends and continued our participation in our regular tie-up games throughout the remaining weeks of the long, hot summer vacation.

About a week after the camp ended we agreed to have an informal meeting during the day along with the boys in Mike's patrol. There would be fourteen present if everyone turned up and a golden opportunity for a full scale "game". We would meet at 2.00pm, swim from the adjacent beach then back to the woods for whatever activity was decided upon.

Having nothing better to do, I called for James and we set off before lunch in the hope that some more of our buddies would be there early and we could hang out together until the rest arrived. Unfortunately there was no sign of any one and we sat on the sand for a while watching the water. This particular cove was isolated and, while it was quite safe for swimming the shore shelved rapidly to deep water. I had therefore been expressly forbidden to swim there alone (being with James was "alone"!) by my parents, particularly as the next bay was altogether much safer, and always had a lifeguard in attendance. The sunshine and gently rippling water however was too much of an attraction and we were soon enjoying our dip, and who would know, anyway?

I had forgotten that my elder brother, Chris, had been invited to join us that afternoon. Chris was 16, almost four years older than I was, and I thought the world of him. For his part, while he was always strict with me, he was scrupulously fair and always went to great lengths to look after his little brother. He had only been a member of our troop a few months before leaving us to join the seniors, but in that short time he seemed to earn everyone's respect. He often came back to help out with our activities. I was therefore shocked when a loud voice suddenly shouted my name and ordered us out of the water. I realised how angry he was by the use of my name - since as long as I could remember he had referred to me as "The Runt" and used the nickname affectionately. The use of my Christian name was bad news! He reminded me of our parent's rule, pointed out that it was for my own good, and the other bay was only a few hundred yards away. I pleaded with him not to tell our father and he finished by telling me that he would decide what to do about it at the end of the day.

Soon the rest of our friends arrived and once back in the water (apart from Chris many of the older boys had life saving awards) the incident was soon forgotten. As we dried out in the sun afterwards someone proposed that we hold a "cockfighting competition". This was enthusiastically agreed, as it was ideal to play on the beach. To explain briefly, the "fight" takes place between two boys. Each contestant has his hands tied in front of him. He then crouches with arms around his knees and is pinioned in that position with a piece of wood (usually a cricket stump) passed behind his knees and through the natural crook of his elbows. Thus bound, and forced to remain in a crouching position, he attempts to force his opponent off balance thereby winning the round. Timing and a sense of balance are more important than weight or sheer strength and it was therefore a popular game with us smaller boys, who could play on equal terms with the older ones. James and I in particular were remarkably successful at this past time. The soft sand of the beach ensured that no one would suffer any harm in defeat.

I quickly realised that, engineered with care, this might present a golden opportunity for us to get our revenge on our former torturers, in particular Mike and Peter. While they were much heavier than me and my friend, I believed we had every chance of beating them soundly and therefore suggested that each patrol should hold a competition amongst themselves to find their two "champions", and that these four boys should fight an inter-patrol battle to determine the overall winners. This was agreed on immediately. I then cunningly proposed that the two losers should submit to being bound for an hour or two as prisoners of the winners. I saw our adversaries exchange glances, but with surprisingly little resistance the plan was agreed to. I saw smirks on some of their faces that suggested they thought this would be a pushover.

Stumps and rope were quickly produced and our first two contestants had their hands tied and were duly pinioned with the wood. We decided that each boy would fight every other member of the patrol to determine the two most suitable to face the onslaught from Mike's bunch. A few yards away, Mike and Co were similarly engaged. Thirty minutes was all it took for James and me to triumph over the rest, a result which surprised none of us since we had held similar contests within our patrol, invariably with the same result. Mike finally announced that he and Matthew would be our adversaries (more than satisfactory since it was the latter who had inflicted the "water torture" on us a few weeks before although James would have preferred to meet his earlier tormentor, Peter). We saw his followers grinning broadly when they were told that James and I would fight them. Clearly they thought it was only a matter of a few minutes before we would once more be securely tied up for the remainder of the afternoon.

Our buddies tightly bound our wrists and we crouched down a few feet from Mike and Matthew while the stumps were inserted. I was facing Mike, altogether heavier than me, and at the signal he immediately started hopping straight at me with the intention of knocking me over by superior force. I simply turned, and as he approached placed the end of my pinioning stump under his and, with a quick twist Mike was lying, still trussed, on the sand a look of shocked amazement on his face. Matthew fared no better at the hands of James. With my stump quickly removed by my buddies I stood over our trussed and vanquished opponents, my hands still bound, and said gleefully "OK guys, pay back time!"

"We need something to gag them," said James. We were all dressed the same in shorts but none of us had put our tee shirts back on since our swim. "Use their shirts", I replied. "They won't be needing them for the rest of the afternoon". The shirts were rolled up, forced between their teeth and tied off tightly at the back of their necks. "OK, lets get them back to the hut".

We dragged Mike and Matthew to their feet and they were escorted back to the woods hanging their heads and looking dejected while their comrades made derisory comments about their defeat at our hands.

Arrived back at our patrol hut the two boys were made to lie face down on the ground and their ankles were tied to prevent any attempt at escape, although I didn't think this was likely. Mike had accepted his fate in a resigned fashion and he wasn't going any place since there was no question of a rescue by his buddies. We now began a discussion on what we should do with them for the rest of the afternoon. Numerous suggestions but the final decision was left to James and me.

My first concern was to give them more satisfactory gags so we gathered a number of cloths kept for the purpose and untied their shirts. Neither boy resisted as a wad of cloth was stuffed unceremoniously into each of their mouths and a second cloth was forced between their teeth and tied off securely. Two long ropes were fetched from our store and Mike's arms and hands were freed. His arms were then brought in front and his wrists tied once more in front of him. The end of one long rope was thrown over a branch of a tree, Mike was helped to stand under the branch (his ankles were still tied), the rope tied to his wrists and then hauled hard up until Mike was standing almost on tiptoe. Keeping the rope tight all the time, it was finally tied to the lashing around Mike's ankles leaving him stretched taut and immobile. Within a few minutes the second rope had been used to similar effect on Matthew a few yards away.

James and I stood back and admired our handiwork while Mike's patrol had a good chuckle at their leader's predicament. The two bound boys meanwhile tried gyrated gently in their bonds but were otherwise left completely immobile. My brother, Chris, had watched good naturedly at all this activity and suddenly said to me with an unusual glint in his eye, "You really enjoy this sought of thing, don't you?" I blushed slightly and replied, "Well, I am usually on the receiving end so it makes a change to be giving some of it out". Chris now reminded everyone that the reason he had joined us was to help us with some of our badge work. "That's OK", said Robert. "You can talk to us all right here. Mike and Matthew will be able to listen and I guarantee they won't interrupt!" We grinned at the two boys tied up and with their arms pulled taut above their heads and they glared furiously at us over their gags.

We all gathered round for Chris's talk and when he had finished after an hour, he said, "I think you ought to set your prisoners free now". This we agreed to and they were quickly liberated, taking their places on the sandy ground with the rest of us.

Chris now started talking again and what he had to say took me completely by surprise since I had forgotten the events of that morning. He began by telling everyone how he had caught James and me swimming before anyone else arrived, explaining that I had been expressly forbidden to by our parents. As I hung my head with shame he went on to say that he could not let it pass without taking some action. If father was told I would at least be grounded for the next two weeks and with a sickening feeling I realised what a disaster this would be. Looking me straight in the eye he added "I have been considering alternatives to this course of action and have decided to make you an offer. Before we leave hear this evening, I propose that you should have your hands tied behind your back and then you will walk home with me. By all accounts you enjoy being tied up so this shouldn't be too much of a punishment!"

My mind raced. What he said was essentially true but we had always played our games in private. The thought of the humiliation of being seen in the street by friends with my hands tied behind me was too much to bear - the walk home was nearly two miles. "I'll give you some time to think about it - you know what the alternative is" Chris added sternly.

I sat looking dejected as Robert, David, Ken, Stuart and James crowded around me. "Look," said Stuart, "you can't possibly risk being grounded. We only have three weeks of the vacation left and we are planning a big tie-up game before the end. You are only being asked to walk home with your hands tied and you have suffered much more than that down here!"

"I know what you are saying," I replied. "I'm not worried at being tied up in normal circumstances as you all know, but the thought of meeting friends on the way home and having to explain why my hands are tied behind my back is altogether too shameful. I would die from embarrassment!"

The others thought for a few moments and then David said, "The solution is simple. Robert and I live a few blocks away from you, as does James. We will all accompany you and Chris to your house before making our own way home." Robert and James nodded their assent. David continued, "It shouldn't be obvious to anyone approaching from the front that your hands are tied and we will stay close to you to give you as much cover as possible. There shouldn't be many people about in the early evening anyway."

"It's all very well for you to talk - it's not you who is being tied up on this occasion" I complained, but in the face of ever more persuasive arguments from the other five I finally capitulated. "I just wish we could wait until it was dark," I said ruefully "but I am sure Chris will have that one covered! Let's get this over with." We approached Chris and told him I would accept his deal "But how are you going to explain to Mum and Dad why I am tied up when we get home?" I asked petulantly.

"You leave that one to me" he replied with a mischievous grin.

but now i feel like i'd liked to be tied up , or handcuffed again by him , but it will sound weird if i ask him , and challenging him wont work i dont think can anyone help me please?
write back. Luke

Chris put his arm round my shoulder and made his farewells to the other boys. I meanwhile hung my head to hide my embarrassment while the others gathered round me to inspect Chris's work and some of them gave my hands a playful tug extracting a series of yelps from me. They pronounced themselves well satisfied and confirmed my belief that my freedom would be entirely at my brother's discretion! They then surprised me by slapping me on my back and saying how pleased they were that I was not risking being grounded. I couldn't help thinking that they might have shown how pleased they were by being a little less enthusiastic in producing the rope which Chris had used to tie my hands and in offering their support to his scheme! David and co. now surprised Chris by announcing that they would accompany us home. I think he realised what they had in mind and this wasn't on his agenda but it was too late for him to modify his plan so he was forced to accept it.

We headed for the edge of the wood and the beach road. With the shops, bars and cafes etc. near the beach I was afraid it would be busy and suggested an alternative, longer (and quieter) way home but Chris would hear nothing of it - he was clearly going to milk this one for all it was worth! More distressing was the support he received from my three buddies. Once my hands had been tied their attitude subtlety changed! They were now enjoying my distress enormously, which only added to my embarrassment. I was now afraid that, at the first sight of other people they would at least renege on the protection they had offered, or worse still, actively draw attention to my predicament.

My worst fears, at least initially, proved unfounded. As soon as we approached the first group of people, two of the boys moved close either side of me, while the third fell back a couple of paces. Several people passed us without comment and I assumed that my tied hands would be hidden from behind by my rear escort. If anyone had noticed, I was determined to avoid their stares and kept my eyes glued to the ground in front of me, all the while blushing to the roots of my hair.

This continued until we were passing the first beach café when Robert suddenly suggested we should stop for a coke. If my hands had been free I swear I would have throttled him! Chris considered for a moment and then said, "Good idea!" I pleaded desperately with him to change his mind but the only response I got was "Well we are going to have one. You can stay out here on your own if you prefer." I really felt this was a little unfair but I slunk in with the others. There were only a few tables occupied and we found one in a corner much to my relief. I sat uncomfortably on a chair with my back towards the wall and glared at my mates who only laughed at my distress. Chris collected the drinks and thoughtfully provided me with a straw. I drank as rapidly as I could but didn't dare to try to persuade them to hurry as I was afraid they would only delay our departure further

We finally left the café, so far as I could tell unobserved and Chris said, ""See, that wasn't too bad." The others burst into fits of giggles seeing my embarrassment. They had kept close to me during our unscheduled stop but now they shifted their allegiance once more and I became the butt of their humour. They referred to me as "The Jailbird" and the more self-conscious I became, the more unrestrained were their jokes. At one stage Robert said, "Cheer up, he could have insisted on your being gagged as well!" I pointed out there was little point as I was the quietest one in the group but this didn't stop them badgering Chris to bind my mouth. Finally he silenced them by making it clear this wasn't on and I breathed an inward sigh of relief.

I have already mentioned that our journey was approximately two miles. Once we left the beach area we followed a rough footpath through trees and scrubland. This was an improvement since we were less likely to meet anybody but I was amazed how tiring it was to walk without the free use of my arms. Although I new that struggling was a waste of time I had been working my wrists ever since we set out and they were now quite sore. Additionally, several times Chris, or one of the others had saved me from falling after tripping over rough spots but when I pleaded to be set free Chris reminded me of the alternative. "And stop struggling too. There is absolutely no point in your doing so and you'll only make your arms sore!" he added. I stopped working my hands and did as I was told.

To get to the residential area we were faced with a climb up a long flight of steps which was broken into flights of about 15 steps interspersed with short landings. Normally my friends and I would take this at a run but this time I was out of breath after the second flight and, unable to hold onto the rail, had to be helped up the remaining twelve or so flights. By the time we reached the top I was gasping for breath and was unconscious of our surroundings. A girl's voice brought me back to earth with a thump. "Hi Richard, we are thinking about seeing a movie later and wondered if you would like to join us." I looked up to see a group of five girls, all of them classmates of my friends and myself. The speaker, Angela, was a petite brunette, quite charming, who I had the hots for but had never dared (at twelve years old!) to approach and here she was asking me to go to the cinema! For a moment I had forgotten my tied hands but as my buddies formed their protective shield Chris spoke before I could get in a reply, "Sorry, but Richard is going to be a bit tied up for a while! You might like to arrange something later in the week"...

"Does he enjoy this sought of thing?" asked Jane, a rather pretty thirteen-year-old trying to stifle her laughter. "Oh yes!" David replied with a giggle, "But there is more to this than meets the eye!" he added ingenuously. While I stood in the middle of the circle unable to hide my embarrassment, my friends gleefully narrated the circumstances leading up to my present predicament. I hung my head and silently swore revenge on my "mates".

When they had finished their tale Chris added "Sorry, but Richard won't be going out tonight. He may be free later in the week." Looking up, I suddenly realised that Angela was not joining in the general merriment at my expense and as Chris said that we must be on our way home she looked at me with big, sad brown eyes and said "I'm so sorry Richard. Can I call on you tomorrow?" Wow, are you serious I thought but replied "OK, tomorrow morning if you like."

"See you then" she said, and was gone with her friends in a moment. I turned and looked David straight in the eye and exclaimed "Judas! I thought the idea was you would protect me!"

"So what's the problem? They were obviously going to find out what was going on, and hey, you got a date out of it! Anyway, watch your language - you are hardly in a position to start insulting your best buddies," he laughed and with that he launched a sudden attack on my ribs and sides with his finger tips. Unable to defend myself I tried to pull away but was prevented by James and Robert who each grabbed an arm,. In moments I was writhing about trying to avoid my assailant while giggling uncontrollably.

Chris watched with an amused expression on his face for a few minutes then said "Come on, let's get you home," while at the same time he put an arm round my shoulder in a kindly fashion. For a moment I thought he was going to relent and release me but no such luck and we continued the last few hundred yards to our door where the others finally parted company. Now for the next hurdle - our parents. I had assumed that Chris would untie me before we went inside but again I was disappointed. Sensing my reluctance to enter he said "Oh don't worry. Mum and Dad are out for the evening with friends and won't be back till late. I knew all along but didn't see any reason to tell you!"

Once inside I waited expectantly for Chris to set me free but he had other plans and he ushered me upstairs to the room we shared as a games room. "We need to have a chat. I'll fetch a chair so you can sit down". He left the room and returned a few moments later with a high backed dining chair, placing it in the middle of the room and telling me to sit down. Chris moved out of sight behind me and as I sat down I felt my arms suddenly seized pulled upwards and back and then forced down over the back of the chair. As I began to protest loudly he grasped my bound wrists and in seconds had lashed them tightly to one of the vertical bars in the seat back using a piece of cord he must have hidden in his pocket earlier for the purpose. I was going no place now.

"This isn't fair, Chris. I did what you wanted and you enjoyed my humiliation all the way home. Let me go now!"

"Be quiet Runt, or I'll have to gag you. Do I have to remind you how you got into this?" He didn't, and I really did not want my father involved. "From all I hear you enjoy being tied up so the walk home couldn't have been that much of a hardship." His first statement was certainly true but I wasn't going to admit that to my big brother! As for the walk home, I thought it was the most humiliating experience of my life and promptly told Chris so. "Guess I have some bad news for you then, little buddy." My heart sank - what else did Chris think he could inflict on me? "Gwen is out with friends at the moment but is due home before 8.00pm. I am going to keep you tied up so she can have a good laugh at you!"

Gwen was our sister, a year younger than Chris, very self-assured and a stunning good looker. Although always very kind to her "Baby Brother" she would never miss the opportunity of a joke at my expense. I began my wild protests again and suddenly Chris produced a tea towel which he quickly rolled up. "OK, guess we do it the hard way," he said. "Open wide!" saying which he dropped the cloth across my mouth. I struggled frantically to avoid the gag but with my hands tied to the back of the chair I was not going anywhere. Chris knew only too well how to deal with this situation. He grasped my nose with one hand while keeping the towel in place over my mouth with the other. I continued to struggle frantically but after a short period I inevitably had to gasp for breath, Chris seized his opportunity and forced the cloth between my teeth. In moments he had tied it off tightly at the back of my neck and I was comprehensively gagged. I yelled my indignation at Chris but only managed a subdued mmpphhhf. I glared at my brother over the tea towel while he said "Sorry about the gag but I did warn you to keep quiet. I'll just finish off securing you to the chair and then leave you to meditate on your foolishness this morning".

He produced more rope from a pocket and knelt down at my feet. I guessed what he was about to do and lashed out angrily, launching a savage kick at my brother. He saw it coming, grabbed my leg, quickly pulled my trainer and sock off, got a loop of rope around my ankle and twisted my leg back around the chair leg. Holding it there with a knee he grabbed my other foot, again removed my shoe and sock and, with my kicking power thus reduced he took hold of both my ankles, brought them together, crossed them and lashed them together tightly, both horizontally and vertically. When he had finished he had a long length of cord left. This he passed under the chair using it to pull my bound feet back until my legs were doubled up beneath me, then keeping it tight he lead it up to my bound hands and tied it off there. There was no play in the rope what so ever and my toes were now just brushing the floor. I was going no where and Chris knew it. "I'll leave you now until Gwen gets home," he said giving me a big grin. "Don't go far!" and with that, the door closed leaving me on my own.

I was furious with Chris for trapping me in this situation and struggled madly for some time but only succeeded in making myself hot and sweaty and my wrists sore. Finally I realised that it was futile and I would just have to sit and await my fate. As I cooled down so did my fury and I found myself reflecting on the afternoon's events. The fact was that that walk had been the most humiliating experience in my life and I certainly wouldn't want to repeat it. On the other hand, there was no denying that it had also been strangely exciting, something which I hoped hadn't been too obvious!

After maybe a quarter of an hour Chris put his head round the door to make sure I was all right. He came across and tested all my bonds, giving my hands a playful yank which made me yelp into my gag. He pronounced himself satisfied that I had made no impression on them and left me alone again. This performance was repeated twice more and then, after I had been tied to the chair for a little over an hour I heard the front door open and voices down stairs. After a few minutes I heard the voices coming up stairs and I felt my heart beating fit to burst. Chris came in and announced "I've brought you a visitor!" and as I turned a deep crimson yet again Gwen walked into the room, took one look at my bound and gagged form and promptly collapsed with laughter. "Can't we do this more often, Chris?" she laughed, "it would certainly keep him out of mischief!" She came up to me and lifted my tee shirt. "I had forgotten how skinny he is" she chuckled. "Could we perhaps see if he is still ticklish". Both my siblings knew my susceptibility to this form of torture but Chris now surprised me by saying "Not this time Sis. I think he has had sufficient punishment on this occasion".

He stepped behind me and began untying my gag. As he did so he told me he had told Gwen the reason for my predicament as soon as she got home. With my mouth free at last and having had time to reflect, I apologised for my foolishness on the beach that morning. "That's OK," said Chris "and your apology is accepted. I devised this plan after talking to some of your mates. They told me you were quite happy being tied up and I realised that only your dignity would be hurt by the walk home. I hope you won't feel inclined to risk it happening again! I must have another word with your mates and thank them. When they said they were coming home with us I suspected they would attempt a rescue but without them this wouldn't have turned out half so well!" As he said this he finished untying my ankles leaving me still secured to the chair by my bound wrists.

"I shan't be risking this again!" I replied. "I didn't realise you were so expert at tying someone up. I shall have to think about what to do about my "friends" but the next time you attend one of our meetings you are dead meat!"

"I really wouldn't use threats seeing your hands are still tied to the chair," Chris laughed. "You may be surprised to know that you are not the only one to enjoy tie-up games and, as for your next meeting well, I'll take my chances!" He untied my hands and I was free at last. I was covered in sweat and my shirt clung to my damp ribs. I dived for the shower and cleaned myself up.

I never did defy my parents ruling again although some of my friends suggested it with wide grins on their faces, from time to time. This adventure had several outcomes, both good and bad. First, I got to go out with Angela (which oddly, Chris found wildly amusing) which I doubt if I would ever have accomplished otherwise. We got to hold our "game" a week later before the end of the vacation and the guys were so impressed by my brother's activities they invited him to join us. I inwardly said a silent prayer when I heard this as I thought it would give me my opportunity for revenge, although it didn't turn out quite as I imagined. Finally, our meeting with the girls rebounded on me after our return to school.

I will tell both these stories at some future date if anyone out there is interested. Just let me know!

what the hell i yelled out! shut up at least three of them barked back. to show they wanted me to shut up one of them put thier hand over my mouth, not that i knew who it was from being face down! my hands were pulled behind me and held there as they duct taped my hands from my thumbs up to my wrists,now i knew it was all over.next my feet were bound with duct tape -ankles and knee's as i tried to yell and break free i realized it wasn't happening. they sat me up and just looked at me laughing,"time for the gag" lisa one of the girls said as she took the bandanna off her head. my mouth was pried open and in went the gag tied so tight behind my head the knot hurt my skull when i moved.

for the next hour i was teased,pushed over, asked questions knowing i couldn't answer, then once they got bored they just ignored me, that is until melissa says, oh hey i got a nail appointment in 20 minutes lets go,then we can hit the mall. what about your brother? tammi one of her friends asked, michelle in a question like voice then said "closet"?
they paused and said yeah closet, they dragged me in, and then before leaving me in headphones were put on me and too be nice they put in one of their tapes which i hate and then shut the door.then i heard somehting move up against the door ,later to find out it was a dresser! two hours later i was free'd by my mom and lil sis who came home and heard me thrashing around. my sisters got yelled at but thats about it.

Cathy is my cousin, and I had to break the news to her. I hung up the phone and ran up the stairs to her bedroom.

We’d played tie up games years ago, but at the age of thirteen we’d passed that stage. At least until then.

I believe it was because of her being asleep in bed. She was covered up, face down with her blonde hair fanned out across her blankets. That got me to thinking how I used to surprise her. Might as well try it again.

She must not have been too deeply asleep. She sputtered awake after I had slipped my hand across her pillow to come up under her chin and clamped over her mouth.

"Mumph? Um un doofum?"

"Good news, you know how much it snowed last night?"

She shook my hand off her mouth. "Get off me."

I shifted around and she sat up in bed. Of course she looked sleepy.

"How much do you weigh anyway?" she said.

Nineteen inches. It’s got to be a record," I said.

She looked confused, yawned and ran a hand over her face. She looked to be thinking, something she does well.

"You’re saying it snowed that much? How are my parents getting home?"

"They’re not, Not until at least tomorrow. So they’re stuck in Chicago and school’s called off already and it’s Friday and I guess we’re stuck here."

She had tied me up and tickled be because I was listening in on her phone conversation between her and her friend Kelly, who I had a serious crush on. Colleen was very pretty too (still is), but she was my sister. Kelly, however, was the girl of my dreams. She had wavy blondish-brown hair well past her shoulders, big blue eyes, full lips, and a great body. Like Colleen, she was a cheerleader and a terrific athlete. I was smitten.

About 3 weeks after the first incident with Colleen, Kelly was over the house and the three of us were hanging out. It was an overcast day so we were inside. I was supposed to go out with my friend Paul in about an hour or two, but I loved hanging out with Kelly. We got along very well - even though I was a skinny, wimpy 15-year-old, I was basically considered "OK" by Colleen's friends and by Colleen too. Kelly always teased me and called me handsome, which I loved.

So we were watching TV in our finished basement, and Kelly looked great as usual. She always dressed funky and cool, and today was no exception. She wore a low-cut red sweater blouse that V'd down to her chest and had short, puffy sleeves (like a Spanish dancer.) She wore baggy floral print pants that went great with it and wore red argyle socks on her feet. Her shoes were off and she sat next to me on the couch. We watched TV and laughed and kidded, while Colleen lay on the floor in her usual T-shirt and sweatpants. I had a Hawaiin shirt (the button down kind), Bermuda shorts (I suppose it was the stylle then), and docksides.

The fun of the day, though, took a crazy turn when Kelly said something.

"I heard you liked to be tied up, Bobby," Kelly said.

I was shocked and just turned about 10 shades of red. Kelly giggled and teased some more as Colleen propped herself on her elbow from the floor and looked at me.

"I heard," Kelly said, "that you love it when girls tie you up, especially when you deserve it."

"Yeah, I love it," I said with a laugh. "I love being tied up and tickled by an absolute psychopath. Who doesn't love that."

"Somehow I detect sarcasm," Kelly said as she sat on the couch yesterday and playfully slapped my arm. "Tied up and tickled - Colleen really gave it to you, huh? Pretty cruel, if you ask me. I'm not sure I could tickle someone who was all tied up. I might kill them."

Colleen spoke. "I told you what he did, Kell. He was listening in on OUR conversation. He had to pay, and I gave him the appropriate punishment."

"Excuse me while I go do something else," I said with a smile. But Kelly reached up and gently grabbed my arm and pulled me down on her lap. Then she wrapped her legs around me with her feet right in front of my middle, kind of like a little leghold trap. It wasn't tight, just playful. I could have gotten out if I wanted to, but I was kind of enjoying this.

"Stay with us, Bobby. We should talk about this. I just think you should know that I WOULDN'T have tickled you like that. Too much torture. I just would have tied you up and kept you underfoot all day. Fair enough?"

With that Kelly gently tickled my ribs from behind with her fingers and I jumped a little, but her feet held me in and she stopped. "Just kidding," she teased.

"Too bad Colleen didn't have you to control her then, huh? Too bad for me," I said.

"Well," Colleen chimed in, "actually..."

Uh oh.

"Actually," Kelly continued, "today is my turn. Today I'M gonna tie you up." And she then tightened her feet around me and put her arms around me from behind, kind of like a small bearhug.

"Ready?" Colleen asked Kelly.

"Yeah," Kelly said evilly. "Go get the handcuffs while I hold him here."

Colleen bolted up the stairs. When I heard her going up the second flight to her bedroom, I sprung into action. I wrestled myself out of Kelly's lehghold and away from her and ran to the bathroom that was also in the finished room. Kelly ran after me, but because she only had her socks on, she slipped on the tile floor and I got to the bathroom and closed the door.

The door had no lock, so I had to hold it closed by pressing my weight against it and holding the doorknob. Kelly rushed up to the other side and started to try to open it, but I held my own. It was at this moment, as we struggled, that I could tell I was dead. Two against one would just not keep this door closed when Colleen got back down. I knew my fate would have be Kelly's prisoner and figured there were worse things in the world. But I decided to put up a fight anyway and pressed against the door to keep her out.

"You're making it difficult on yourself, kid," Kelly said. "I'm just gonna tie you up - I told you I wouldn't tickle you. Make it easy on yourself and give up!"

"No way," I yelled back. "How can I trust you after what Colleen did to me!"

Colleen had arrived back downstairs. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Our prisoner is trying to escape," Kelly said."Help me get this door open so we can get him."

With that I felt a lot more strength on the other side of the door and the door began to open as I was pushed a bit back into the bathroom. I was losing the battle.

When the door opened a crack, I saw a foot enter into it. It had a white sock so I knew it was Colleen. I tried to close the door to no avail.

"IF you slam the door on my feet, I swear we will tie you down and shave your head!" Colleen yelled. "Kelly, get your feet in there and help me!"

Then I saw a red-argyle-socked foot jam into the door, then Kelly's leg, then her other foot. Then Colleen's. I was dead. I fell back to the floor as the door flew open and Kelly and Colleen pounced on me. Kelly put her knees in the small of my back and grabbed hands as I lay on my stomach. Colleen applied one cuff, and then Kelly cuffed my wrists together behind my back. Then they both got up.

"Whew, he doesn't like being kidnapped, huh? What a tiger," Kelly said. "Let's get him on his feet and finish the job."

The two of them got me up and walked me into the couch area, where Kelly forced me to the floor and Colleen handed her some white rope. When Colleen tied me up earlier, she used handcuffs and belts. This time was different and if I couldn't untie myself from belts, I was betting ropes wouldn't be any easier. Colleen also held a roll of duct tape.

Kelly crouched down and bound my feet at the ankles, then my legs above the knees. Then she pushed to my stomach and tied my hands with rope, just to be extra secure, I guess. She put her foot in the small of my back to hold me down and Colleen handed her the duct tape. Then she stopped and removed her foot and told me to roll over. I did.

Kelly stood over me and smiled with the roll of ducttape dangling from her fingers. "Well aren't you adorable, all tied up! We are going to have so much fun with our little hostage, Coll."

Kelly continued, "You know what? I think we'll hold off on gagging you. You'll be a good boy, right?" She giggled loudly.

I nodded.

"OK, no gag," Kelly said, crouching down again over me. "Colleen told me she gagged you with socks fresh off her feet. Horrible! Let's hope we don't come to that, because these socks aren't so clean," she said as she got up and held one of those red socks to my face for inspection.

She and Colleen just laughed and then Kelly reached down and whipped my shoes off.

"Who wears shoes inside the house?" she asked. "Barefoot it is for you, boy."

Then she got me up, stood me in front of her for a second, tied up like a Christmas package, and pushed me onto the couch in the middle of it. She flopped down on one side, Colleen the other, and they put their feet in my lap. Colleen flicked on MTV.

"He makes a great footrest, huh?" Kelly said with more giggling. I was bound and helpless and at her feet and, I have to say, having a great time.

We watched MTV for awhile while Colleen and Kelly joked they about what they were going to do to me (put makeup on me, throw me in a cold shower, dump ice cubes down my shirt, etc) That's when the doorbell rang. Paul, here to pick me up. Whoa.

Colleen knew, "It's Paul," she said. "Gag him or keep him quiet somehow. I'll get rid of him." Then she leaned in and whispered something to Kelly.

Quickly, Kelly scissored her feet around me and sat behind me in another one of those legholds. Before, not tied, was tough enough to get out. Tied up, it was impossible. Her feet locked me in as Colleen dashed upstairs to deal with Paul.

The Kelly clamped her hand over my mouth and wrapped her other arm around my midsection. She whispered in my ear so softly that it tickled my eardrum and made me giggle a little.

"Not a sound out of you, Bobby," she said, her hand firmly over my mouth. "Not a sound. If Paul hears you, we'll grab hik and tie him up to. Then he can watch as we torture you in the worst way possible. And you'll find out how my gross red socks taste. Do you understand?"

I nodded and saw her smile as she handgagged me.

"Good, because you're my prisoner all day, and I will make you so sorry if you say one word before he leaves. You are at my mercy."

This wasn't the same sweet Kelly who said she had only wanted to tie me up. She sounded more sinister. Uh oh.

I'll finish this a bit later. Hope you're enjoying it.

Your hints that this tie-up game led to undesirable consequences later gives me bad feelings. I fear that the follow-up may depict just plain bullying. I would rather not read it if that is the case.

If I am completely wrong in my fears, then please post the follow up stories! I have enjoyed most of what you have posted so far and I thank you for the enjoyment I have received while reading your stories.

Could you tell me if you felt at the time that your brother went too far? How do you feel about that tie-up game now?

woody- are you going to finish your story? It starts out really good.

I was maybe 9 or 10 th

Thanks