But I was a good friend with Scott, not his father. And I liked Scott a great deal. We were close enough friends that we affectionately called each other "bro" from time to time. And so when Scott invited me to go with him on a fishing trip, I was more than happy to oblige.

Scott's family had just bought a brand new cabin cruiser. This boat was huge, with a spacious forward cabin with v-berth cushions. Scott's father had bought it used, but it was still in fine shape, with many years of service ahead of it. Scott's home was land-locked, with no direct access to the water. So this monster usually sat on a trailer in the driveway of Scott's house. However, the family also owned a small cabin on the other side of the lake, a place with a dock that they rented out to people during the summer. Scott's father arranged the schedule so that the cabin would be free every now and then during the summer. This was where they launched the boat into the water and served as our home base.

When we first shoved off, I looked forward to a grand tour of the lake. However, all dreams of having a high adventure on the water quickly vanished when, after a ride of only a few minutes, Scott's father steered the boat to a desolate lagoon on the lake and dropped anchor. I figured I could at least watch and see how well the "Great Outdoorsman" did at fishing, especially since fishing was all they spoke about since I arrived at their house earlier that day.

However, I watched glumly as Scott's father and uncle then took their seats on the stern and popped open a couple of beer cans. Both men talked...and talked...and talked. They pontificated on such serious topics as the looming end of western civilization, and whether or not Farrah Fawcet Majors ever had a boob job. Scott sat cross-legged by his father's feet, and dutifully paid attention to the conversation. Whenever Scott tried to interject an opinion, the men merely bulldozed onward with their comments as if they never even heard him. The sad fact was he was wasting his time, because both men acted as if Scott and I weren't even there.

To say that I was bored was putting it mildly. I decided that since we weren't going either sailing or fishing, I would just have to make my own fun. I was going swimming. I went forward to the v-berth, where I stripped off my clothes and changed into my bathing suit. Once properly clad for a swim, I decided to try something new. Instead of going all the way back to the stern of the boat, I climbed out the v-berth through a hatchway in the ceiling. I emerged on the forward deck of the boat, feeling very much like a special agent who had infiltrated an enemy vessel. Once I stood up on the deck, it was but a hop and a skip over the side, and I dove into the water. It had been a hot and muggy summer day, and I felt relief the instant I hit the cool water.

I swam underwater for a spell, and when I surfaced, I found myself near the stern of the boat. Scott's father and uncle were standing near the side of the boat, and both men glared murderously at me. I stared back at them, perplexed, until I saw the fishing poles that they held in their hands. They had decided to do some fishing after all -right at the same time I dove into the water, thus scaring away whatever fish had been there.

I was so embarrassed I could die. Scott's Uncle, who we'll call Jerry, hauled me back aboard the boat with this cutting comment: "Apparently not all dumb blondes are women...." (This was a snide reference to the fact that I had sandy brown hair)

I sheepishly scurried back below deck. Scott came into the v-berth as I was drying myself off with a towel. He told me that it might be a good idea if I stayed away from his father and uncle for a while.

"They're moving to another location," he told me, as we heard the boat's engine rumble to life, "and they wanted me to make sure you don't try and go swimming again."

Scott abruptly got a thoughtful look to his eyes. Then he broke into a smile. "I got an idea," he said, excitedly. "It's really wild, and if you don't want to do it, that's ok, but it might make them forget what you did."

Knowing my penchant for playing bondage games, Scott suggested that he tie me up, right there in the v-berth. Then, he would go on deck and tell his father and uncle not to worry, that he made sure I would not go swimming. They would come down, see me tied up, and hopefully have a good laugh, thus forgetting the whole incident.

I have to admit that I was stunned at this suggestion. And my first impulse was to say no flat out. But the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. If nothing else, even if they didn't find the idea of me being tied up funny, maybe Scott's father and uncle could actually take solace in the fact that they could go fishing without me ruining things for them.

As the boat sailed to a new fishing location, Scott and I got busy. I decided that I would stay as I was: barefoot and shirtless, and clad only in my bathing suit. My hair was still wet from my brief swim, but I simply slicked it back against my head with a brush.

Scott retrieved a bundle of unused rope and laid it out on one of the v-berth cots. I turned my back to Scott and allowed him to bind my wrists together behind my back. He tied a good, secure knot: I couldn't move my wrists apart for nothing.

We decided that I would look best sitting right in the center of the v-berth cushion, and so I sat down there. Scott knelt before me, grabbed my bare feet and bound them together at the ankles. It was at this point that Scott turned into a Hollywood director. He stared at me critically and stated that my bondage wasn't "convincing enough". I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I allowed him to bind my knees together. Then he criss-crossed another strand of rope around my torso and called it good.

"Too bad you can't gag me," I said. I actually meant this to be a joke, but Scott took me seriously. He produced several handkerchiefs, and after assuring me that they were clean, he cleave-gagged me with one of them.

Now fully bound hand and foot and gagged, I stared at Scott in disbelief as he gave me yet another critical look-like an artist giving his latest creation a final once over before displaying it to the public. Finally, Scott placed another handkerchief over my eyes, blindfolding me.

"There, that's should do it," I heard him say with satisfaction. We waited until the boat had stopped at our new destination, then Scott went above deck. I didn't hear him leave because he was barefoot, but I heard the cabin door swing shut. I anxiously sat and waited.

I found out later that Scott went above deck and proudly told his father and uncle that they would not have to worry about me diving in the water while they were fishing this time. When they asked him what did he do, Scott's answer was to lead them to the V-berth to see for themselves.

When I heard the cabin door swing open, I braced myself, hoping that this crazy idea would work.

I heard Scott proudly announce: "As you can see, Doug won't be going swimming anymore today!"

To my relief I heard both men erupt into belly laughs. This encouraged me to start writhing, as if I was struggling against my bonds.

I heard one of them, Uncle Jerry, walk up to me and place a hand on my bare shoulder. "Jesus, this is no joke," he exclaimed. "He's really tied up here!" "Good!" I heard Scott's father say with a chuckle. "Leave him like that for a few hours!"

The laughter faded as they went back above deck. I stopped my play-acting of trying to free myself and waited for Scott to untie me. I waited...and waited...and waited.....

After what seemed like several minutes, I finally started struggling against my bonds for real. By this point of my young life, I had been tied countless times by people who were masters of the knot. This was the first time I had ever been tied up by Scott, and I was shocked at just how securely he bound me. He had always been an avid listener of my tales of bondage games with the "Usual Suspects"--and he was even once tied up himself by Becca, the Dragonlady of Bondage herself--but I never suspected that his "binding talents" would be this good.

If only I had not been blindfolded. It would have been a big help for me to at least see the situation I was in. I decided to try an old trick. I slowly leaned over on my left side, swinging my bound feet upwards, until I lay on my side on the V-berth. I then rubbed my head against the cushion in an effort to catch the blindfold and pull it off of my eyes. Thankfully, the handkerchief that blindfolded me was tied loosely, and I was able to work it off of my left eye. But what I saw with that eye made me stop dead in my tracks.

Scott sat on the opposite side of the V-berth, with one leg tucked underneath him, watching me with slack-jawed fascination. He had been there all along, and apparently, he liked what he saw. "Don't stop," he said, waving a hand at me. "Keep going! I wanna see how you can escape."

"You're very strange," I said through my cleave gag. (NOTE: although a cleave gag might look very effective, believe me, it's not)

"Hey, I'm not the one who allowed himself to be tied up," Scott shot back.

I let out a weary sigh, and then rolled over so that I lay face down on the cushion. I completed the task of removing the blindfold from my right eye. Once I had the use of both eyes, I craned my head over my bare shoulder and glanced down at my bound legs. The knots for both my knees and ankles faced my bound hands. I rolled over on my side and bent my legs up behind me, as if I were hog-tied. I used the back of the V-berth cushion to support my bound legs while I reached for the knot that secured my ankles. After a few good tugs, it came loose, and I pulled the ropes from my ankles. I then went to work at removing the bonds from my knees.

I glanced up at Scott, who now stood up. His eyes were wide behind his glasses as he watched me intently.

After I undid the knot, I spread my legs, which effectively freed them of the rope that had been wrapped around my knees. With my legs free, I sat up on the cushion and stared expectantly at Scott.

"Aren't you gonna free your hands?" he asked.

"Are you gonna stop me?" I asked.

He quickly shook his head in the negative. "Just pretend I'm not here." I glanced around the cramped cabin for something I could use to free my wrists. When I couldn't find anything, I got up and went into the adjoining cabin. The men had their belongings in here, and I could faintly hear them talking above me on the deck as I searched for some kind of tool I could use. I found it in the form of Uncle Jerry's hunting knife. I grabbed it with my bound hands, unfolded the blade from the handle and while being very careful not tot cut my wrists open, I delicately sliced through just enough of the ropes that surrounded the knot until I felt the ropes that bound my wrists grow slack. I put the knife back on the counter, pulled my wrists free, and removed the ropes that criss-crossed my torso.

I reached up and removed the blindfold from my head, then I pulled the gag out of my mouth and let it hang from my neck.

Scott nodded, impressed. "What would you do if you couldn't get your feet untied?"

"Probably hop around," I answered. "The really important thing was getting the blindfold off so I could see everything."

What followed next was a lengthy conversation on the joys of bondage. Scott basically peppered me with questions: What would I do if this happened, and so on. After a while we went up and joined the men, who both reacted to my presence with mock-fear. "Oh cripes! He's loose! Don't let him near the water!"

As it turned out, there wasn't anything biting at the present location anyway, and after two hours of getting nothing, Scott's father decided to move the boat yet again into deeper waters. When we dropped anchor at the next fishing spot, Uncle Jerry turned to Scott and said, "Now that the boat's secure, it's time for you to get Doug secure."

Scott gave me a questioning look, as if to say, "Do you want to do this again?" When I replied with a firm nod of my head, Scott grabbed me by the arm and led me below deck once again. I loved every minute of this. I imagined that I was a secret agent--a special member of the Junior Spy Squad--who had been sent to infiltrate this boat. But I got caught!

Scott brought me back to the forward stateroom, where he roughly shoved me face down onto one of the v-berth cushions. He pulled my hands behind my back and bound my wrists together. Then he grabbed the gag that hung around my neck and pulled it back up into my mouth. After he tied my ankles together, Scott made a big scene of lounging out on the opposite side of the v-berth with a magazine. Not only was I bound hand and foot and gagged, but I was under guard, as well.

I gave the bonds on my wrists and ankles a few furtive tugs--but just like what I suspected, my friend tied me very securely. I couldn't very well try to untie my feet like I did before--not with Scott sitting right across from me. So I just lay my head down against the cushion and quietly bided my time.

Wouldn't you know that the creep must have sat and read that damn magazine for over an hour? He would look up and give me these little smirks every now and then. Finally, he got up and left the stateroom. Even after he had shut the door and left me alone, I continued to lie there quietly, just in case he might quickly come back inside.

After a few minutes, when I was convinced that Scott had left me alone, I rolled over on my side, bent my legs back--

--and got the shock of my life.

The knot that bound my ankles together was tied directly above my feet, out of reach of my bound hands. After watching how I had untied my feet earlier, Scott had deliberately tied the knot so that it was well out of my reach this time.

The little bastard!

It was time to go to plan B. I sat up on the v-berth cushion, then I carefully stood up on my bound feet. I tried walking over to the door using these tiny steps--which was all my bonds would allow--but that became too aggravating. So I hopped like a bunny rabbit. I made better time that way, and I soon found myself standing right next to the cabin door. I was just about to reach for the knob with my bound hands behind my back, when I saw what I needed right before my eyes: there was a folded up pocketknife on the sole--or the floor of the cabin.

I sat down on the edge of the v-berth, then planted my bound bare feet directly in front of me. I shoved my butt off the edge of the v-berth and allowed my body to slide down until I sat on the floor with my knees up to my chest. I now sat right next to the knife. I picked up the pocketknife with my bound hands and opened the blade. It wasn't the same knife I used earlier, but a much smaller one, and I suspected that it might have belonged to Scott. In any case, I sat forward and peered over my bare shoulder as I very carefully used the knife to cut the outside rope that surrounded the knot. After a few selected strands of rope were cut, the bonds on my wrists grew slack.

I pulled my wrists free and yanked the gag from my mouth once more, letting it hang from my neck. I bent forward and untied my feet. Now fully free, I got up and went to the cabin door. I opened it a crack and peered outside. I could see nor hear anybody. Even though I was now untied, this was still very much an exciting part of the game for me, because I now had to somehow make my escape from this boat of terror.

I decided to do what any self-respecting secret agent boy would do: climb up through the hatchway again.

But once I was halfway through the hatch, I saw a pair of familiar-looking bare feet on the deck. I glanced up into the smiling face of Scott. It turned out that he has been watching me through the windows all along, and was even more impressed at my escape.

"I'm gonna tie you up even better this time," he said with a smug grin. "I think I've finally figured out how to keep you securely tied up."

Alas, we would have to wait to see what he had in mind, because Scott's father overheard us talking and came around to offer us a lesson in "catching the big one".

My heart sank when I heard this. And it was obvious that fishing was the last thing on Scott's mind, as well. But I couldn't very well tell his old man what I wanted to say, which was: "To hell with fishing, I just wanna keep playing tie up games with your son!"

Nevertheless, we dutifully went around to the stern of the boat, where Scott and I proceeded to learn the "joys" of fishing. For the record, we still didn't catch anything, and after a few more frustrating hours, we proceeded back to the lakeside cabin and docked the boat for the night.

At one point during the day, while we were out of earshot of Scott and Uncle Jerry, Scott's father pumped my hand and thanked me for being such a good sport. He appreciated how I put up with what he called "Scott's silly games". I don't think he ever realized just how much I enjoyed playing these "silly games" myself.

Thankfully, Scott and I would play more of these "silly games" before the weekend was over. Those stories are next. As always, thanks for reading.

Also what is the best way to go about asking people (girls) if they want to be tied up??? Please help me out.

This happened to me when I was 18 and I just finished the first year of college. Me and my friends Ben (18), Hayley (18) and Becky (17) also went to Hayley's summer house in the south of England. No-one lived there during the summer as the people who did goes on holiday for the whole summer. So Ben drove for 4 hours to get there as he was the only person who could drive at the time. Ben was about 5ft 8, brown hair and loved to go to the gym. We have been best friends since we were 4 years old and we both loved bondage. Hayley was about 5ft 4, red hair, nice body and at the point she was going out with Ben. Becky was about 5ft 4, blonde hair, really hot body and she was my girlfriend.

After we arrived at the house we had to carry the girls luggage to their rooms and they started to laugh all of a sudden.

"Do you boys remember what happened last year at this spot" laughed Hayley, pointing to the columns that supports the balcony.

I remember it clearly and so did Ben. Every year we also played jokes and tricks on each other and before last year it was small stuff like pouring more shampoo over your head while in the shower or jumping on you while still in bed. But last year changed completely. Since our parents didn't have to drive us there as Ben passed his driving test, we had no adults with us and the girls pulled off the biggest trick ever on us. I won't go into the details of how it happened but at the end me and Ben were handcuffed to the columns with nothing on but our boxers for three days and two nights. We got the mick taken out of us during the first months of college. So this year we decided to seek revenge on them.

"Yeah we remember well" I said looking at Ben.

The girls went in laughing their heads off and Ben said to me "don't worry, we will get them this year".

The girls got their bikinis on and went to the beach to get a tan. Me and Ben told them we were going for a drink in the local pub at the village. We walked a mile to get to the village. We entered the pub and as we opened the door and saw quite a lot people there, some of them looked at us laughed quietly to each other. We walked to the bar not paying any attention to the crowd, ordered a drink and asked the barman if we could use the back room. We knew the barman as we had come here loads of times in the past and he let us use the back room so we could have a talk. Inside the back room there was a table and a few chairs around it. We sat down and talked to the barman (Alex) and asked how he was doing and all this. After about 20 minutes of talking we came to the topic of what happened last year and Alex had a smile on his face. He asked what were you going to do about it and Ben responded " we are going to scare them like hell".

The problem with Becky and Hayley is that they are not easy to embarrass them. We have played tricks on them and they can handle it. We want them to suffer like we did and we came up with a plan to scare them. Back then, the girls didn't know that we were into bondage and we going to show them what it is all about.

Two days later, we have finished planning the trick and the girls were beginning what was going between us. We all went for a drink and then we entered the pub to hear a few people surrounding the radio.

Alex shouted to us "Hey, come over here and listen to this"

We walked over and heard the local news on the radio. "There has been reports that a couple of guys around the neighbourhood breaking into people houses while they were out and stealing goods from inside. One report is that a girl of 19 was home alone when the burglars entered her house. One of them carried a gun and pointed the gun in her face. They then tied her up and gagged her and robbed her house. She was found the next morning by a friend. We advise you to make sure all doors and windows are locked at night and in other news........." Alex switched the radio off. Most of the people walked away while we ordered drinks. The girls were talking about the news and I winked at Ben and Alex. The truth was the new report was a tape that Alex made for our little trick.

Later on Me and Ben were going out for lads night out and the girls decided to stay in and watch a movie. Hayley was wearing some tight blue jeans and a blue tanktop and Becky was wearing blue jeans with red woolly jumper. We left the house about 8:00pm and told the girls we have locked all the windows and the back door. We went to the pub and grabbed our supplies of rope, duct tape, bandanas and a couple of masks and plastic guns. It was 11:00pm by the time we got back, we looked through the window to see Becky was going upstairs and Hayley was putting another video in the VCR

We opened the back door and proceeded in to the kitchen. We heard Becky shout out "I'm going to have a shower and then bed. Goodnight" Hayley shouted goodnight to her and we looked into the living room to see Hayley laying on the couch. We creeped into the living room and hid behind the couch. We counted and jumped over and before Hayley could scream, Ben clamped his hand over her mouth and all that came out was a long mmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhh. I pointed the gun at her and told her to be quiet or I would shoot her. Her eyes widen and she nodded. I took a bandana and Ben released his hand and I stuffed it into her mouth. Ben got some duct tape and wrapped it around her mouth about 3 times. At this point Ben started to tie her arms and I said I would go get the other. Hayley screamed through her gag and Ben told her to shut up.

I proceeded upstairs and entered her bedroom. She was still in the shower and I looked for a place to hide. I hid behind the door to the bathroom and Becky came into the bedroom wearing her bra and panties. She opened the wardrobe and put on a silk red nightie. I walked behind her and clamped my hand over her mouth. She screamed and kicked me in the balls. I shouted in pain and she ran out of the room. I followed her and she ran downstairs to see Hayley hog-tied on the floor and she then saw Ben. Her eyes widen as I clamped my hand over her mouth again and Ben stuck up his gun and said "be quiet or we won't hurt you". She nodded and Ben bought the supplies and stuffed a bandana into her mouth. I wrapped duct tape around her mouth and we started to tie her legs, her arms, her wrists and then hog-tied her. The girls then just rocked about on the floor and mmmppppphhhhhhhing. I loved every second of Becky in that position.

To Be Continued.......

The second time we tied Tim up he managed to escape so last weekend, according to the rules of our game, he was tied up for three hours. I did a better job this time. After about two hours Tim signaled that he wanted to be untied. When his gag was off he explained that one arm was getting numb.

This his worried his mother and me, but Tim has come up with a solution. For Christmas he wants us to buy him a straitjacket and gag. He has found places on the internet that sell such things and has picked out exactly what he wants.

Is this a good idea? His mother still is concerned about the whole thing, and I'm not sure what we should do. We need more advice.

Concerned Dad

I've always liked the idea of these games but never had the guts or courage to tell any of my friends.

I was just curious how any of you did it and how you coped with good and bad reactions.

I'm 18 now and I feel I've missed my chance but I'm still interested.

Thanks...

the second part of the story is coming soon but i have two questions to ask.

Q1 - what is the link to the dreambook of being tied up by burglars.

Q2 - how comes every time i go into the chat room in the teens kidnapped on tv, soaps, films (whatever the title is) no-one is there. i have been there about 6 times and no-one is in there. is there a certain time people go in.

if anyone can help me on these two question please reply. Thanks

Here it is:

http://books.dreambook.com/eharris99/burglars.html

Also someone should write a book or web page on
how to get tied up by someone or tie someone else up.
Like a collection of tips given by experts
I've been reading these pages for a while now
and noticed these questions come up alot.

I don't know what's my favorite. There is some martial arts movie called Black Belt in which a lady is barefoot, hands tied behind her back, and tape-gagged. She is brought somewhere, and then tied to a bed. There is also a newer Huck & Finn movie where a kid is tied to a bed, barefoot, and sock-gagged I believe.

We can't have you missing out now can we!

I await your reply

Mark T

Mike ordered a Burger King with large fries and Mark ordered a fillet of fish in a bun with large fries. They both had a strawberry milk shake and Mike continued to tell him about life in New York. However Mark was listening, but was lost in thought at the same time and enjoying them He was so eager to get on with it that he was eating his fish burger quickly and becoming impatient at how long Mike was taking. Mike on seeing Mark nearly finishing his fish speeded up and caught up with him. Mark asked him if he minded if they drank their milk shakes on the way home. His friend offered no objection, and Mark was glad about that. As they walked Mike became silent and his friend was wondering what was going on in his mind. Mike was beginning to get excited about this whole adventure and was wondering how it was all going to start. Suddenly they turned into a road and Mark indicated that they were almost there. The more near to his building he got, the more stiffer Mark became. He was getting really excited and could still not believe that Mike was here with him and that he was going to be nicely tied and gagged and under his control. He would be able to do what ever he liked to mike and his friend could do nothing about it but enjoy it. The nice silver duct tape was going to see to that.

They walked up the short road and turned left into the square, which housed Mark's building. They walked quickly until they got to the front to the building. The reason being that Mark had increased the pace but in his excitement had not realised that he had done so. On reaching the door he opened it and let Mike go though and then himself. He then pressed the lift button and they both waited anxiously for the lift. It took a while and then if finally came down with a slight bump. The doors slid to the side and they both went in. Mark pressed three and the lift doors shut and it then began to rise. I came to a halt on the third floor and they both got out. Mark pointed in a left direction and Mike followed. They went past two doors before Mark reached for his key and said here we are and welcome to my humble abode. Mike smiled but said nothing, Mark fumbled in his pockets for the keys and found them in the side of his jacket. He turned the key on the Chubb lock first and then the ordinary lock. He gave the door a slight push and then the door opened and they both walked in. “put your coat up on that hook Mike and I will go and put the heating on. You must be cold as it does get like this at this time of the year”. The month buy the way was early December.

Mike took his coat of while his friend went and put the central heating on before taking of his own coat. It took a while for the heating to warm the room so they both had Southern Comfort and Coke and then drank some lagers. Mark played him some music from his extensive collection and they chatted about different interests and how they both had got in to tie ups in the first place and what their favourite positions were. Mark then need to go to the toilet but decided that after he had been to see what tie up materials he had in the home as he had forgot to go out and get the materials that had been on his mind all week. “Just my luck” he said to himself “I have been planning this all week and then I forget the very stuff I needed. Ho well no mater I will just go with what I have got”. Having let his alcohol out he asked Mike did he need to us the toilet. Mike said yes and with that got up walked past Mark and went into the toilet and shut the door. This is just what Mark hand wanted him to do and he went in to his bedroom and collected all the ties he had and brought with him the black duct tape as well. He was loving the thought of all this and it was sending tingles up and down his body.

He heard the chain go and Mike stepped out he was on his way to the living room when Mark approached him and asked him to put his hands in front. Mike did it without hesitation and the tingles in Mark’s body got brighter as he led his friend in to the living room sat his down and then did his ankles up nice and tight too. He then used the other ties to secure his hands and feet again. All the while Mike was saying nothing. He was so surprised by all this and could see that his friend was enjoying it that he said nothing but was quietly enjoying it as well. Mark then asked him if he was all right and his friend just said “Hey man, you’re the kidnapper so who am I to complain. Anyway it would be dangerous to my health if I did anyway”. “You got that right” Mark replied and then sat back down again. There was Mike his hands resting on his lap securely tied and his ankles securely tied to. Mark then put a video on which was a film that had a tie up situation in it. His friend realised that Mark had a lot of videos, which had tie up situations. “He must go into Boundit site quite a lot and then buy the video or DVD from the video shop or over the Internet”. “Are you comfortable” Mark asked him as he sat next to him “Fine” was the reply.

The video suddenly sprung in to action and Mark then put his right arm around the side of Mike, sat crossed legged with him in his control and then they both proceeded to watch the film. The film was called Barracuda and starred Guillaume Canet. It was about a schizophrenic who holds a young man of twenty a prisoner. He hears voices in his head that tells him that he needs a friend. So he goes across the hall and gets one. While watching it Mike asked him what was going to happen next so his friend said I am going to put you in a hog tie. I will leave you like that until I have made us something to eat and then will release you once our meal is ready. However your legs will be tied even though the rest of you will be free. Mark loved telling him what was going to happen all the time holding him all the tighter with his right arm showing him that he was now in his care and control. He also loved holding him tightly and once having told him what would happen, he put his finger over Mike’s mouth and carried on watching the film.

Once the film was ended, Mike was put into a really tight hog tie and his friend went of to make roast lamb, potatoes, carrots and sweet corn. He would check back from time to time to make sure that this was really happening and that Mike was really there and would be with him for the week. Mark was completely stiff at this point and was trying to control it so that his friend would not notice. But it had become impossible. He was enjoying the moment and the helplessness of Mike too much. Mike to was stiff and enjoying it too. Suddenly Mike was released and they both enjoyed a really nice dinner. They both had a tray on their laps with a plate on it with really good cooked Lamb and so they tucked in. Mike had slight difficulty as his feet had been retied but he was not complaining, as the food was so good. After they had eaten Mike was freed for a while and they both chatted again with Mike thanking his friend for a wonderful experience and trying to find out what more could happen.

When it was time to switch the television off and go to bed, Mike asked where he was sleeping. Mark asked him to get unchanged and then he would let him know. Mike then changed to his white boxer shorts as his friend left the room. He was about to sit back down on the sofa to wait for the blankets when Mark came back into the living room. He did not get an answer from Mark but rather had his hands tied tightly in front of him using two ties and then for the first time that evening had a piece of black duct tape put over his mouth. He was then walked him to the bedroom with his friend leading him by the arm and then left standing there. Mark then lifted the covers, put his captive in the bed and then put the covers over him. He lifted the bottom of the covers up and then tied the feet securely with a couple of ties. He then put the covers back down again. He then turned of the main light and left the bedroom lamp on so that the room was not too bright. He then climbed in next to him lifted his captives head up and held him in a cuddled position for a while before taking his arm out from behind his head and proceeded to rubbed his stomach. He then gave him a good tickling before putting his arm over his captives stomach holding him in a your mine position, nicely tied, tapegaged, looking lovely, and no where to go but stay in my arms looked after and in my control.

They both had a wonderful week together and it went fast. Both agreed that they would do it again. Mark then went to the airport with Mike and sadly watched him go. However he knew in his heart that Mike had thoroughly enjoyed himself and that he would be back.

He turned sadly away and was feeling like this was the end of an era and this was never going to happen again, when he was tapped on the shoulder, it was David.

But that is another story.

Who’s next to be tied and gagged by the famous gagboy himself over to you Interested.

No, I don't have a fetish about excretory functions. I'm just curious how other people manage these completely necessary matters when playing their tie-up games.

the second part is not ready yet but i have two messages to send out.

first message - Mark Thomas

Your link is the chat room i am been to several times and no-one is there. what time is it best to visit the site.

Second message - Jason

I won't tell the story of how it happened yet. But I will tell after the second part of my story. We went to the toilet by the girls putting a bucket next to us. we had to sit there and smell our piss and shit right next to us. it was horrible.

8:00am Vanna, Anne, Aiza and Maui run to my bathhouse and after several minutes they went to the pool. They like to swim five to six times a week, now fourteen year olds they grown close to being women, they had developed physically as now they have curves on their chests and butts. Before they wore one piece swimsuits, but now surprising me, their mothers bought them skimpy neon colored cotton two piece string bikinis. Well more or less exposing their flat tummies and luscious thighs. Their hair are still pony tailed. 11:00am I called them. I told them to take showers and put on their house clothes.

The girls are well disciplined while their parents are around, but by the time they kiss goodbye to their mothers, the naughtiness begins. I was given the go signal by bought their mothers and fathers to disciplined them or keep them behave at all times. I remembered 4 years back I disciplined them by my hand using my palms to strike their buttocks when they fight or break my things. But they still love their uncle.
12:00 noon Vanna, Maui, Anne and Aiza are now wearing pink halter tank tops and cutoff jeans and barefooted . We had a hefty dinner of steaks and fruit salads as dessert. They then went to the living room. I went to the porch and read a book.

1:00pm Vanna called me at her room and told me that the her cousins left her out because Anne, Aiza and Maui are playing poker. She was teary eyed. She needs someone to talk to, or played with. As I was going to get a new deck of cards, Vanna suddenly kiss my cheek and told me she love me. “Uncle I like to play master and slave. I will be your slave, anything you ask me to do I will obey.” Vanna said.

Arggggg. What , what are you saying?, Vanna suddenly giggled and told me that she read that on her fathers computer. What? I replied. She accidentally opened in the internet a bondage site for teens. Oh…..is that what you like to play? I asked Vanna again. Vanna kiss me now on the lips an knelt on the floor her head bowed and her hands on her front left wrist over right as if she wants to be tied. She then told me that she bought a police handcuffs from the hobby store., last week and she has scarf on top of her bed. “Ok Vanna, I got the idea, I will be you’re master and you will be my slave today. I said.

Vanna smiled but still bowed her head and wrists together. I saw four handcuffs on the bed and several white satin scarves. I thought for a moment, no I won’t use the handcuffs, just the scarves. I got the silver handcuffs and put it in her desk drawer. I got two white satin scarves. I slowly wrap Vanna’s wrists, and tied it tight. Next I went behind Vanna and wrap her face and head and blindfolded Vanna.

Now you are my slave my sweet niece Vanna. I kiss her lips. I next carried her to her bed. I got my digital camera and took several pictures of Vanna sitting on the edge of her bed, blindfolded and wrists bound.
I heard the other girls finishing their poker game., so I untied Vanna and remove her blindfold. “That’s it , its over?? Vanna said” , No I replied, we will continue tomorrow. Its time to rest for now, I told Vanna to go to the living room.

to be continued

If our fellow member are into bondage and gag chat they certainly have a funny way of showing it. Perhaps a lot of member from this site (and there are many) could let us know either on this website or on mine.

Hey canuck it would be great to chat to you in the chat room. You must have loads to talk about being the creator of this brillant site an all.

Some member promise so many things on their comment and have so far done nothing. We so far hav site with pics of mainly male teens, WHERE ARE THE FEMALE TEEN ONES. Are there no females out there who love to see famale teens in bondage or tie ups.

Oh well this is for great stories not for me to have moan but hey on behalf of left out females I will take the inititive if they will not.

Hey choas if u want to chat why not let me know via my hotmail address or better still send me a MSN or Yahoo messenger.

Thanks for bring it up and reminding our members and prospective members what the tie, gag, and bondage community is all bout. Sharing stories, information and discussions. Progression not regression is the key. Thanks again.

All the best Mark Thomas

The famous Gagboy and handsome in a silver piece of duct tape with it.

ps by the way hang on in their Choas because you are next in my story. So don't throw those handcuffs away quite yet.

Next, thank you to Jason, Karen and others for your kind comments. I guess everyone hopes to get some feedback for their efforts - if it is complimentary then it makes it really worthwhile.

Jason, I think if you look back through my stories I have hinted more than once that I still enjoy being tied up (not quite so easy to engineer now however!).

I promised another story and it follows. What happened was neither expected nor enjoyable and I include it for two reasons. First as a warning to youngsters of what can happen and second because, for me, it made me realise just how lucky I was to enjoy the friendship and support of the "young savages" who by now you will be quite familiar with from my earlier tales...

The autumn term started and by the end of October the weather was becoming colder (and wetter). Our school hours reverted to those we were used to back home, that is approximately 9.00am to 4.00pm (during the hot summer months we enjoyed reduced hours, commencing early in the morning but finishing at lunchtime. This left the afternoon free for swimming (and the more nefarious activities some of us were involved in). Our tie up games were therefore restricted to weekends and in the less clement weather boys were reluctant to camp out. We had also changed from our summer uniform of white short sleeved shirts and khaki shorts to the more traditional English uniform of grey trousers and sweater. I was between 12 and 13 years old and my parents still insisted I wore short trousers, as did some of my closer friends (not much of a hardship - we still enjoyed warm days from time to time and it did mean I didn't have to wear my older brother's cast-offs!).

On the day in question the lunch break had just commenced and I and some of my close friends were sitting enjoying an uncommonly warm day. We were generally laughing and joking when a girl probably two years older than me and my buddies approached and said I was wanted urgently in the gym. When I asked what the problem was she shrugged her shoulders saying she was just carrying the message and ran off. I told my mates I had better find out what was the matter and to wait for me where they were.

The gym was a separate building standing on its own on the other side of the school buildings adjacent to the sports field and fairly isolated. There was a large locker room inside the entrance, which led to the changing rooms and thence to the gym.

All seemed deserted so I moved towards the boy's changing room, puzzled as to who wanted to see me. As I approached the changing room door I heard a movement behind me. As I turned around four much older boys and three girls appeared from behind the lockers. The three girls were part of the group who we had stumbled across on the occasion my brother made me walk home with my hands tied behind me. They were all at least a year older than me. The boys were older again and recognising them made me tremble. They were a group with a reputation for often being in trouble for bullying in the school and my pals and I would normally go to any lengths to avoid them. "Is this the little squirt?" their leader asked the girls, receiving an answer in the affirmative. "Great, we can have some fun then," he added.

As he was speaking I sensed some of his pals moving around behind me and with a feeling of panic I realised I was surrounded. Choosing my moment I made a dive for a gap in the circle, broke through and ran for the door. I wasn't quick enough however and I felt a hand grab the neck of my sweater. As I swung round to shake myself loose the ring closed behind me again and I was grabbed from behind. I felt my right arm seized, twisted and my hand forced up almost between my shoulder blades. I cried out with pain and a large hand was clamped over my mouth stifling any possibility of calling for help. "A lively little devil, isn't he?" I heard one of my captors say. "Find something to keep him quiet, quick!" As he spoke I was half pushed, half dragged into the boy's changing room.

Once there, my captors spotted a pair of discarded soccer socks. My heart sank - I knew only too well what they intended. One of the boys rolled a sock into a ball and brought it up in front of my face. Despite the pain in my arm I tried desperately to break free to no avail. These thugs knew their business all too well - as the hand was withdrawn from my mouth my nose was pinched, preventing me breathing, while at the same time someone else seized my hair and pulled my head backwards relentlessly. My frantic struggles only made me run out of breath sooner and I was forced to gasp for air. With the pain in my arm and my hair I opened my mouth to let out a yell but had no chance - the sock was stuffed forcefully into my mouth stretching my jaws wide before I could let out a sound. The second sock was quickly wrapped over my mouth, forced between my teeth and then tied off savagely tight. I was incapable of producing any sound at all through the gag.

Satisfied that I was effectively silenced they now pushed me through the door of the gym after first pulling my shoes off. The three girls, unable (or reluctant) to follow us into the boy's changing rooms were waiting for us there and I was shocked to see they were holding some jump ropes. They laughed openly at my distress and gave encouragement to my tormentors by assuring them that I really enjoyed this sort of thing. Everyone laughed.

One of the boys said, "Lets blindfold him," and I felt a hand in the pocket of my shorts. A moment later my handkerchief was pulled out and I watched as it was rolled up in front of me and then used to bandage my eyes. It was knotted so tightly I was unable even to open my eyes beneath the cloth and I saw nothing more of the proceedings. Hands dragged my sweater up over my head none too gently, pulling my free arm out before grabbing that and releasing the other one momentarily while the jumper was pulled clear

With my right arm forced up between my shoulders again I was once more half dragged, half pushed across the deserted room. Then the pressure on my arm eased and I felt my free arm grabbed. Suddenly I was spun around and pushed backwards hard against the wall and I realised I was standing with my back to the wall bars. Then I felt two pairs of hands grasp me round the thighs and lift me bodily until I found myself with my feet on one of the bars about 2 feet from the floor. Strong fingers were still gripping my wrists relentlessly. Powerless to resist, I felt my arms raised and pulled straight out from my shoulders and then I felt the familiar prickle of rope as a turn was taken around each of my wrists and tightened. I was desperate now as I began to comprehend what was in store for me. I squirmed and struggled furiously but it was an exercise in futility. I was no match for my oppressors and they knew it - my efforts merely made me break out in a sweat and drew a peal of laughter from the rest of the group.

They understood their business only too well - each of my wrists was lashed to a wall bar at shoulder height and a full arm's stretch. The rope was cinched off savagely and knotted tightly, well out of reach of my fingers causing me to utter a moan through my gag. As they finished their work and I no longer felt their hands at my wrists I knew that, raised off the floor as I was, it would be impossible to free myself

If I had believed they would leave me like that I was to be sadly mistaken. I felt hands at my ankles and in a few seconds my feet were being tightly lashed. I immediately rejected any thought of lashing out with my feet - with no shoes it would have been no more than a gesture and I was now terrified of losing my footing and finding myself suspended by my outstretched arms. My assailants however still hadn't finished and my worst fears were about to be realised. I felt my feet lifted off their perch and my legs were forced up behind me until my ankles were pressed up underneath another wall bar, perhaps 18 inches above the one I had been standing on. I felt further turns being looped around my ankles, drawn tight and then lashed unmercifully to the wall bar. When my bound feet had been lifted I had felt myself sink down until I was brought up by the lashings on my wrists. My arms and chest were stretched taut as my tied wrists and outstretched arms took my weight and I was completely helpless, effectively crucified.

"OK guys, let's split!" I heard one of the boys call and then there was a chorus of laughter followed by a rush of footsteps and the sound of the swing door to the gym closing. I was frightened now as the silence of the deserted hall closed in on me. I had no idea how long I might have to wait before someone found me - the gym was not in use every day - and I was powerless to free myself, blind and gagged. My bound wrists seemed to be on fire, my arms and chest ached and my muscles were stretched almost beyond belief

I probably only hung there for between 5 and 10 minutes but it seemed like a life time when I heard footsteps approaching the gym. Foolishly and inexplicably, I was now terrified that I was about to be found by a teacher, but as the door opened I heard a familiar voice exclaim, "Oh my god!" It was Stuart. I heard him run across the gym and sensed him climbing up to me. In a moment he had pulled my blindfold off. Unable even to open my eyes beneath the bandage, they now began to water and I had to fight desperately to keep the tears back as I saw the look of concern in my loyal friend's face.

"Richard, I can't get you down on my own - I need help. I'll be back within 2 minutes," he said. He jumped off the wall bars and was gone like the wind. I thought to myself, "You might at least have removed my gag," but there was nothing for it but to await help in my agonising position.

A few minutes later I heard more footsteps, this time running along the passage and Mike and Peter burst into the gym closely followed by Roger and my brother, Chris. While one of them freed my ankles from the wall bars Chris climbed up and gently removed my gag. I was sobbing uncontrollably now - the pain in my wrists and arms seemed unbearable. Peter and Roger untied my wrists while Mike and Chris gently eased me down onto the floor. I felt a pair of hands working at the knots of the lashing at my ankles and finally I was free. At that moment James and Angela burst into the gym accompanied by Stuart. I was embarrassed to be seen by my older friends in tears but they were gentleness personified. As they all crowded round with concern showing in their faces, Chris took my hands in his and looked at the large red wheals and rope burns on my wrists, already showing signs of bruising, and said gently, "Who did this to you, Titch?" I shook my head and began to sob again. I was afraid that if I revealed the culprits something worse might befall me (always the major weapon of the bully).

Chris began to remonstrate with me when Angela suddenly said softly, "I can tell you who it was". She named the three girls and said she had heard them plotting earlier in the day. She had seen them leave the gym with my other captors (at the same time naming them to Chris) and guessing I might need help had gone to find James. In the meanwhile, Stuart had become concerned when I didn't return and came to look for me on his own. The rest, as they say, is history.

I managed to pull myself together and Mike produced a wet cloth from the washroom, which he used to wipe my face gently. When Chris asked if I was sure I would be OK to return to lessons I assured him I was. He took Mike and the older boys on one side and went into a huddle for a moment. Then he came back and said, "If you are sure you are OK, I think it would be better not to involve the staff." That suited me - I didn't want to be part of a full-blown inquisition. Turning to my three younger friends he instructed them not to let me out of their site. Looking at Mike, Peter and Roger he added, "We will deal with this matter in our own way". Angela helped me to my feet and, with her arm in mine we were escorted by the other two boys back to the main school buildings. As we left the gym I turned and saw my other pals in an animated discussion.

My self appointed guardians did not leave my side for the rest of that week. I was hardly complaining - I had the hots for Angela and this simply meant I got to spend more time with her than I otherwise would. It was clear that Chris and the others were plotting something but we were quite unable to find out what. Meanwhile, my assailants seemed somehow to have got the message that they might have gone too far this time. They kept a very low profile within the school and I found out later that I was not the only one to benefit from this amnesty. There were a lot of relieved youngsters enjoying a break from their tyrannical rule. Despite our efforts to keep the events quiet rumours of what had taken place began to circulate and I guess they were afraid that the story was going to get to the ears of a higher authority. In those days it would undoubtedly have gained them a severe beating at the very least but this was not the intention of my brother and the others.

The weekend arrived and I was unexpectedly woken by my brother getting up very early (we shared a room). This was unusual - I would often be up and away with my mates but Chris would normally still be in bed at noon. He apologised for waking me and said he had to meet some friends first thing. He asked to see my hands, which I reluctantly produced from beneath the covers. We had always been close but over the last few days his gentleness and concern had shown no bounds. He took my hands in his and turning them over examined the livid wheals and ferocious bruises on my wrists. As he did so I sensed his anger rising once more and quickly withdrew my arms out of sight. I was becoming an expert in this - I had carefully kept my sleeves pulled well down over the last few days to prevent my parents discovering my wounds. "Get some rest, Titch," he said softly, "I will sort this out with Mike and co. in due course" then he was gone.

Stuart and James were going to hang out with me that day and in due course a knock on the door announced their arrival. The weather was pleasantly warm again and we had all adopted our familiar uniform of blue gym shorts but I decided on a long sleeved sweatshirt rather than a tee shirt to keep my arms covered. We spent some time discussing how we should spend our free time and decided to swim that afternoon - we knew we would shortly have to stop this activity as the temperature dropped off so wanted to make the most of the weather. I was a little reluctant at first in view of the state of my arms but the two boys were very persuasive and so it was agreed. The following day a number of our mates were meeting in the woods. Stuart and James were a little surprised when I said we should join them. They exchanged glances but as there was no intention of a tie up game being played that was agreed upon as well.

The time passed pleasantly enough, if somewhat quietly until suddenly, in the late morning, there was a loud hammering on the door. James opened it and Matthew almost fell onto the mat, quite out of breath. He was dressed as we were in blue cotton shorts and had obviously run some distance, as his tee shirt was soaked in sweat. We gave him a cold drink and when he recovered his breath he said, "I've got a message for you from Chris. He wants you to join him at the café down by the beach as soon as possible!" Since we were planning on going that way shortly I said I would grab my kit and we would come straight away (my pals had their swimming gear with them). We asked Matthew what was going on but he either couldn't, or wouldn't say. When I returned he looked embarrassed and then asked if he might see my wrists. Reluctantly I pushed up my sleeves and held my arms out. He was horrified at the sight of the bruises and quickly told me to cover them up.

We didn't see any reason to hurry to our destination although Matthew kept cajoling us to get on but at an easy pace we covered the 2 miles in 20 minutes. We were surprised to find Mike, Peter and Roger with my brother, and waiting on the table were bottles of iced coke for us. I began to think my adventure had been worthwhile - Chris and I might be close but he didn't often put his hand in his pocket for me, let alone my other buddies! Once sat down we all were desperate to hear what was going on.

At last Mike silenced our questions with a gesture and explained that since the events of the previous week they had all been plotting some form of revenge. They had learnt (through Angela, my favourite Mata Hari!) that my assailants were meeting at the café early that morning and had decided to way lay them. Separately, they had been persuaded to accompany Chris and co. to an isolated spot where they were now being held prisoner. "Don't worry, as you should know only too well, there is no possibility of their escaping what so ever," Peter laughed.

"Originally we were going to deal with them alone, but on reflection we decided that it would be better if you were there to witness what is about to take place. It will make their humiliation all the greater if it is observed by a group of youngsters, and you in particular, Richard," Mike said cheerfully. "No need to rush your drinks - they aren't going any place!"

At length we finished drinking and got up. I had expected to be taken to the nearby woods but Roger quickly put me straight. "We thought it inappropriate to take them where we usually hang out and play our games! Just follow us." We were led back across rocky scrub-land to an olive grove, not far from where we lived. It was a lonely and deserted spot, rarely visited by anyone. As we entered the trees we heard the familiar muffled sounds of a gagged person trying to cry for help.

We came upon the four boys quite suddenly. Two were on the ground hog tied incredibly tightly. In addition to the tie between wrists and ankles which was so tight their fingers were brushing their heels both boys had their elbows tied together. Neither boy was so supple that their elbows were touching but I knew from experience that it was a painful position to be left in. One other was standing on tip toe his hands stretched above his head held by a long rope over a branch and which was then lead down to his bound ankles (this was our favourite "interrogation" position). The fourth was kneeling, his back to a sapling, his ankles crossed and tied behind the trunk while his hands had been pulled above his head and similarly tied behind the tree trunk. James, Stuart and I could all vouch for how uncomfortable this was. Needless to say, all four were securely gagged. All were clad in shorts but had had their shirts removed by their captors. They were all being watched over by Andrew and Mark.

As we entered the grove they ceased to struggle and looked at us with appealing eyes. They had obviously used considerable exertion to try to free themselves - they were all bathed in sweat - but it was a waste of time. I knew to my cost that Mike and Peter, in particular, were consummate artists when it came to tying a person up. As I stepped forward I stumbled over four large, empty coke bottles. Roger laughed and said, "You see, we always take great care of our prisoners!" He turned to the captives and said, "Are you guys thirsty again? We've brought more supplies in case you are." As he spoke he opened a bag to reveal more bottles of drink.

Chris stepped up to the biggest of the four who had been the ringleader and was now one of the pair hog-tied on the ground. Crouching down he said, "You have already met my brother but perhaps you haven't been properly introduced." A look of horror passed over the tightly trussed boy's face - it was clear he had had no idea Chris and I were related. "Show him your arms, Richard," Chris instructed. I was strangely reluctant to do so but suddenly felt both my elbows seized and I was pulled gently but inexorably forward by Mike and Peter who then delicately and carefully pushed up the sleeves of my sweatshirt before holding my hands out to the bound youth. When they released me I self-consciously covered my arms again.

Chris was speaking again, this time addressing all four prisoners. "You must be very proud of yourselves, to think that the four of you managed to inflict that on a twelve year old! My friends and I have discussed it at some length and we are here to tell you that we don't think much of your techniques. We all feel that you need a proper lesson in bullying and we are just the chaps to give it! However before we start we are going to give you a chance to have your say and perhaps explain why you did it".

With that the prisoner's gags were removed and each in turn was asked if he had anything to say. The two older boys remained silently truculent but of the others, one said he was deeply sorry and the other pleaded to be released. Both were already close to tears. Their captors were unimpressed. After asking each in turn if he wanted a drink which was refused by all four, their gags were ordered to be replaced. I wasn't a bit surprised by their refusal - I had a suspicion of what was to follow.

We were not kept in suspense long. Suddenly four of the group of captors launched a tickling attack on each of the bound boys. When we "interrogated" our prisoners during games we would invariably keep the attack up for five or ten minutes and then allow our prisoner time to recover. Not on this occasion! The assault was unrelenting. As someone grew tired, so his place was taken by one of the two boys waiting eagerly for his chance for retribution. The four prisoners seemed surprised by the nature of the assault. I believe they had expected something more "physical". However, as the tickling went on their muffled giggles and laughter seemed to die away to be replaced by groans.

I was now certain what was in store for them (had I not myself been subjected to similar treatment?). The first to break was the oldest boy. After about 45 minutes he suddenly began to sob into his gag. His tears of mirth had dried up some time before but now his eyes filled with tears of a different sort. Stuart, James and I who had all been on the receiving end of this treatment (although in somewhat different circumstances) all had a fair idea of what would follow and were watching closely. Suddenly our attention was rewarded as a large wet patch spread across the boy's shorts - he had comprehensively peed himself. His torture stopped at last but he was left lying still hog-tied in his soaked shorts, quietly sobbing into his gag.

One by one each boy was reduced to tears until finally they lost control and wet themselves. My brother and his friends congratulated themselves on a job well done and removed their prisoners gags. Each boy remained bound in his respective position sobbing quietly. Chris once more addressed them all and said, "My friends and I see no reason why details of your little adventure should ever get out. However, if we hear that any of you have been involved in bullying anyone ever again, be assured that the story in all it's glorious details will be all over the school by the end of that day. Is that quite clearly understood?"

Each one nodded and mumbled his assent. They were all untied and stood in a group looking ashamed in their wet shorts while their shirts were returned to them. Then they were given permission to leave and quietly turned and walked off. Chris watched them go and said, "I don't know how they will explain how they came to wet themselves when they get home but that's their problem. Perhaps their mothers will put them all back in diapers!" We all laughed as the tension was at last released.

I headed back to the beach with my pals while the older boys left in a different direction. We discussed what had happened briefly but decided we should tell no one what we had seen that morning. We swam all afternoon and I gradually became less embarrassed by my scars.

The next afternoon we all met again, as had been arranged, in the woods. Most of the troop was there and many of the boys asked to see my arms. I was still rather self-conscious but everyone was kindness itself. There were gasps of horror as I exhibited my scars. David at last brought himself to ask the question, which I guess was uppermost in everybody's mind, "Does this mean you are going to stop participating in our games now?" I hadn't given this matter any thought but after a moment I replied, "No, I don't think so. Everyone in the troop is very careful to observe our unwritten rules and no one has ever been hurt while I have been taking part. I don't see why that should change. You all know I enjoy our games enormously and what happened last week was very different".

Suddenly I was surrounded by a clamouring ring of youngsters. Mike and Peter put their arms round my shoulders and held up their hands for silence. "We are all going to have to be gentle with Richard for a while but it is great to know you still want to participate. It wouldn't be the same without a scrawny little kid like you to capture and don't think for one moment you will find it any easier to escape even if we are being gentle!"

As I have already indicated, rumours of what had happened to me had spread rapidly throughout the school. My friends and I did nothing, either to foster them or deny them although it was impossible to keep the marks on my arms out of sight all the time. However, Angela and her best friend Jane, made it their business to ensure that everyone knew the part played by the three girls involved and for the rest of the term they found themselves ostracised by all their friends. They never found out what had befallen the boys but a week later I was approached by all three (I was still being looked after by my "minders") and received a full and unqualified apology.

In the weeks that followed a new atmosphere seemed to descend on the school as the younger pupils were released from an oppressive regime. My four assailants seemed very shy of me and would go to any length to avoid me, even crossing the road if they saw me approach. The story never got out but they knew Chris was not one to make idle threats.

The strangest part of the whole saga occurred three weeks after my being tortured. I was leaving school one evening accompanied by Chris, his arm protectively around my shoulder when one of the older teachers approached us. This man had a reputation for stern discipline but Chris (who knew him well) said he also had a lively sense of humour. Stopping us he looked at Chris and said, "I'm hearing strange rumours of unpleasant things happening to your brother". Glancing down he took in my wrists, which I was too slow to hide although the bruising and rope burns were beginning to fade. "On the other hand, a certain group of boys with an evil reputation have been remarkably subdued recently and the whole atmosphere within the school, particularly amongst the younger ones, seems to have changed. I ask myself whether these events might be linked?" Without waiting for an answer he went on, "I am much too discreet to ask you if you had any involvement in these events, Christopher, but wondered if you and your friends (who ever they might be) liked chocolate?" With that he pulled out a huge bag of sweets and handed them to my brother with a twinkle in his eye!

Two months later the ringleader left when his family returned to the UK. One of the other boys then left for a boarding school and, in the fullness of time we became quite friendly with the remaining pair!

I am of singing in my usual Karioke pub tonight. I bet they wish I was wearing wearing a silver piece of duct tape there.

Mark T

http://books.dreambook.com/cantthinkofgoodname/main.html

Doug, welcome back! You too were missed during the past few months. I really enjoyed your latest story, and can't wait until the next one.

Richard, I love reading your wonderful stories. You make me wish I was part of your gang when I was younger!

Mark Thomas, I'll try to get into your chatroom whenever I have some free time. I'm sure we'll have some interesting discussions...

Pascal, I have been thinking for some time about creating a section of the web site with the best tie up stories ever posted. Of course, these would include the stories posted by Doug, Mason, Gilian and John McA, PH, Richard and many more of my favorites. Thanks for your suggestion.

And a BIG thank you to Jazz411, who patiently sent me all the files that were missing in the archives after Tripod deleted my old site. I will be putting the files back online progressively over the next few days.

Everyone else, welcome on my little part of the Internet, and keep posting your stories!

So hey whether u are members or not please let me know how my stories look on this site whether than on mine, as this is the place where stories are made. And man are they good.
Hey Choas and Canuck expecially , who has not appeared in a story on his own site yet or if he has not for a long while you two are next to get the Gagboy treatment.

Richard
Thanks for pointing out so clearly the difference between a tie-up game and just plain bullying. Also, I wish I'd had considerate friends like that when I was that age (heck, I wish I'd had any friends when I was that age). Children these days just don't seem to have that sort of kindness or consideration for the feelings of others which your friends obviously had.

Canuck
I'm glad to know that you have finally retrieved all of the archives. I tried to send you some of the ones I had saved but it was returned because your account had "exceeded storage allocation". I was thinking about how I should proceed when I saw your message above, so I won't bother sending them now that you have them all.

Keep on posting, folks! If I had any suitable stories I would post them. Unfortunately, I do not and I don't want to post fantasy stories here. I feel this site should be kept for true stories as much as possible.

Richard's (self-appointed) #1 fan :-)

Mark T

But now u have a story to write to explain your predicament and how you got out of it to tell us all about it.

Mark T

Just wanted to drop a quick note to thank all those who have taken the time to post their stories and experiences over the years, they have been really fantastic to read. I have been following the stories on this site for some, and although I don't have tales of my own that would be appropriate to share, I've enjoyed lurking! Keep it up!

Regards,

M

I have been searching through old diaries. My memories of these events are particularly vivid but I am more than grateful that I have something to jog my memory and I find I recorded much of what happened in considerable detail (remarkable that a twelve year old should have felt it was worth jotting it all down!).

The result is that I have recalled a tale I had completely forgotten about. I have tried so far to maintain a strict chronological order to my stories but as the incident I have in mind has a seasonal flavour I am going to post it in effect "before" my next adventure!

It's not such a dark tale as the last one and I will try to have it ready in time for the festive weekend!

Watch this space!

At the moment the second half is almost done and i am halfway through part 1 of the story about me and ben being handcuffed for three days. but these are replys to messages.

First message - Jason - Who said that me and ben handcuffed to columns for three days was a joke. the girls thought it was a joke but for us it was a awful experience. espically when we had a bucket full of shit and piss next to us.

second message - Mark - first of all Mark, get my name right, its not choas, its Chaos. second, there is problems with the chat room concerning time. If you live in the UK and you want to talk to in the US, time is going to be different (just pointing the fact) but you are in the UK which makes it better. I will be in chat room at 8:00pm tonight. so we could talk then OK.

Third Message - Canuck - Just want to say you this is a brilliant site and i would like to chat to you one time.

Ok thats it second part coming soon

It also depends if Lisa will untie me enough to do it. She seems to like to tie my up good and proper and then drink champers while I am in that position. What a nice girl she is.

Mark

My story takes place in the early 1980's. My name is Michael. I was 17 at the time. The other players were my girlfriend Cindy, aged 16, and an older friend Linda who was 19. The events of this story were actually quite an ordeal for Cindy and I, and might serve as a cautionary tale for those interested in playing tie up games.

The whole thing happened on a Saturday afternoon in early January. Cindy invited me over to her house as her parents were going to be away until later that evening. We frequently played tie up games together and had for over a year. Generally we would take turns binding each other seeing who could escape. Sometimes our bondage would be intricate and severe, and frequently inescapable. We had played about a month earlier. Cindy had been able to escape my tying, but I was unable to escape hers. She really enjoyed tying me, an I was frequently stumped in my escape attempts. Our rule was that a person had to stay tied up for a minimum of one hour, but never longer than three hours. We had talked about playing that day, and I assumed that we would be spending the afternoon in and out of ropes.

So I was surprised to find Linda at Cindy's when I arrived. Linda was an older friend of hers who had been away at college. She was an attractive girl, about 5'5" tall, slender with shoulder length black hair. That day she was dressed simply in jeans a sweater and I think tennis shoes. Cindy was more petite, about 5'1" tall, slender with long blonde hair and very cute. That day I remember her also wearing jeans and a sweater and despite the cold outside, was barefoot. When I arrived, I saw that Cindy had all our bondage ropes and gags out and was showing them to Linda. Apparently she was describing our games to her. Linda, who had somewhat of a wild, and as we were about to find out, dangerous and careless side, was very interested. After we talked for a while she asked who was to be tied up first that afternoon. We said that we usually flipped a coin to determine the first victim. She laughed and asked us to go ahead and play, that she wanted to watch the game and see how it worked.

So, Cindy and I flipped a coin, and I lost! I was to be the first tied. Cindy wasted no time. She asked me "How about being tied to a chair?" I agreed, brought one of the straight backed chairs in from the dining room, sat in it and let Cindy do her stuff. She began by tying my hands behind me, over the back of the chair. Then she tied my upper arms together as close as she could, using a parallel cinch coil to tighten. A long length of rope followed binding my arms and upper body to the back of the chair. Basically she wrapped my upper torso in rope from my shoulders to belt line making almost any movement impossible. Then she went back to my hands, attaching another length of rope to the bindings, letting it dangle for the time being, thus completing the upper half. She had done a very thorough, neat and tight job, but I thought she out did herself on the bottom half. She began with my ankles. I had taken off my shoes and she tied my feet tightly with a large amount of rope. Then she took another long piece and wrapped my legs from ankles to knees as she had my upper body. As I was already firmly tied to the chair, she couldn't tie my thighs, but she could wrap rope over the top fastening me to the seat, which she happily did. Remember that extra length of rope dangling from my hands? That was attached to my ankles, pulling them back so my toes were just touching the floor. If I tried to straighten my legs, a slip knot attached to the hand bindings would tighten. That was the complete job. I was tightly tied up, but not uncomfortable. We knew enough not to make wrist bindings excessively tight, but compensate with torso and upper arm bindings to prevent motion. The ropes tying my upper body were tight, and with enough knots that even heavy prolonged struggle wouldn't slacken them.

After Cindy finished, she turned and asked Linda what she thought. Linda smiled and asked "what about gags?" Cindy said, "oh that's coming next." We generally used torn bed sheets with large knots tied in the center for our gags. Cindy produced such a contrivance, inserted the knot (large, she had to roll it in) into my mouth, tied it very tightly behind my head, gagging me effectively. I could only make non verbal sounds.

So that was it! I tried squirming but had already resigned my self to a couple of hours of being tied up hopefully not to be too embarrassed by the girls. Linda had a different idea. She asked Cindy "Have you ever both been tied up at the same time? It might be fun to see who could escape first." Cindy said we hadn't tried that but was immediately interested. I didn't like the idea, but was in no position to protest. Cindy was a very sweet and trusting girl. I don't think she could imagine someone being careless with her while tied up and so vulnerable. I had a less benevolent nature. I didn't think Linda would actually hurt us but could possibly do something stupid while were bound. My mmmphs of protest were laughed at by both girls. Linda walked over to me, gave my head a playful nudge and said tauntingly "what are you so afraid of you big baby, you said you did this all the time." She then turned to Cindy and said "there's more than enough rope for you. Why don't I tie you up and you can compete with Michael." Cindy agreed, but said both she and I should be bound the same way. I was told to stop struggling until Cindy was tied up, allowing for a fair contest. The point was moot, I didn't think I'd have a chance to budge a knot.

So Linda proceeded to tie up Cindy to an identical chair in the same way I was bound. Linda worked quickly and efficiently. As soon as I saw her uncoil a length of rope I could tell she was no novice. In fifteen minutes Cindy was tightly tied up, excessive leg and torso bindings and all. Linda gagged her with the knotted sheet as I had been. But she added another layer of sheet over the gag, then took duct tape (we had a supply of that too) and wrapped it over Cindy's mouth and around the back of her head reinforcing the sheet gags. Linda asked Cindy to make a sound, but all she could produce was some subdued mmmphing. Linda smiled at me wickedly and said, "I think I'll make your gag a little more secure too." She then enhanced my gag as she had Cindy's. She wasn't very gentle about it either.

There we both were! Both tightly bound and gagged, hoping to be the first one free. Linda sat down on the couch, smiled and said "OK, let's see how you do." We started to struggle and pull at the ropes, twisting our bodies, but to little avail. Linda laughed, reached into her purse for a pack of cigarettes and said "darn I'm all out. Tell you what, there's a store just up the street. You two work on getting free and I'll be back in about fifteen minutes. See you!" With that she left us.

At that point it was about 3:00 in the afternoon. Of course it's very dangerous to leave people alone tied up and gagged for even a short period. It's even more dangerous and irresponsible to leave people for longer periods. Cindy didn't seem too concerned, and jokingly mmmphd good bye to Linda. I had a sinking feeling.

Anyway, we both squirmed, and struggled and tried to free ourselves. We got so involved in out respective struggles that we weren't aware of time passing. After prolonged squirming, I started to wonder where Linda was. I managed to kind of bounce my chair around and look at a clock. It said 4:00! Linda had been gone an hour. I mmphd to Cindy and motioned with my head for her to look at the clock. It took her a while, but she got my meaning, bounced her chair around and looked. We then looked at each other, and our eyes confirmed each other's fears. Was it possible Linda might not come back at all? We knew that she was somewhat irresponsible, and that abandoning two tied up people was something she could have done. Cindy and I read each other's eyes, understanding we would have to help each other get free, or wait for her parents who weren't due until midnight. The prospect of several more hours of tight bondage to be followed by explanations to Cindy's parents galvanized us to action.

We both knew without speaking that our best hope was to bounce our chairs around so we were back to back and pick at the ropes tying our hands. We mmphd at each other and slowly and laboriously began trying to move our chairs. Remember, only our toes were touching the ground and we were so tightly bound that we had almost no freedom to generate movement. Somehow after several minutes of work we brought ourselves back to back and were in position to work at each other's knots. Something that proved impossible. After another half hour we were both sweat covered and pained with strain and exhaustion. Neither of us could get a grip on the other's knots to even loosen, let alone untie them. And the harder we worked, the more sweaty we became making each attempt progressively futile. I finally mmmphd loudly to stop and bounced myself from Cindy. We bounced ourselves around so we could see each other and try to think of another plan. At this point it was nearly 5:00. We'd been tied up for over two hours and were really ready to get free.

But what next? I thought if we could some how get a sharp implement we could cut through the ropes. A risky and dangerous endeavor, but we were desperate. We were tied up in the living room. The living room led to the dining room which in turn led to the kitchen. I thought if I could find a knife or scissors in the kitchen we'd have a chance. How we would use a knife or scissors I would figure out once I got there.

And reaching the kitchen turned out to be quite a chore. I could only move myself a few inches a bounce. After I started the trip, Cindy must have figured out what I was trying to do and followed me. There was no door between the dining room and living room, but there was one between the kitchen dining room and kitchen. As I slowly edged toward the door I could see that it was slightly ajar, at last a break. When we did finally make it into the kitchen we were sadly disappointed. No sharp tool was anywhere to be seen on the table or counter top. We tried with all our might to open a drawer, but our hands were tied too low to reach them. We tried to reach them with our mouths, but our torso bindings made forward motion impossible. We could tilt our chairs forward to reach the drawers, but then only rub our faces against them feebly as our gags were so effective. Trying to tilt the chairs forward was also dangerous because of the way our ankles were tied back. Cindy practically toppled her chair twice and I finally mmmphd at her and motioned with my head to stop. Poor Cindy. Tears and sweat were streaming down her face. We knew there was no hope of a sharp implement aided escape.

But we probably couldn't have used a tool without risk of serious injury anyway. The only way we could have reached one was by pushing it to the floor with our heads, then toppling our chairs and trying to reach it with our hands. The way we were tied made that an extreme long shot. And we were exhausted anyway. The kitchen clock read 6:00. Three hours tied up and gagged. All we could do is hope Linda would return and free us. We decided to wait.

And wait we did. We stayed in the kitchen, too tired to bounce anywhere. After about another hour I lost all feeling in my hands, and my mouth was completely dried out from the gag. My shoulders felt like they were on fire, and my jaw was killing me. I really began to fear choking or asphyxiation. Cindy didn't look happy either. She occasionally mmmphd in her gag and looked like she was feeling a lot of the same pain. But just when things stared to really look bleak we heard a car pull up. We heard someone enter the house and say "did you get out, where are you?" It was Linda returning four hours after she said she would. We both mmmphd loudly at her to find us in the kitchen. Linda laughed and said "don't tell me you're still tied up, you really couldn't get free?" She burst into the kitchen, saw us essentially as she had left us and fell to laughing hysterically. "Oh come on, how hard is to escape from a little rope?" Cindy and I both mmmphd loudly and Linda said "OK, OK, I'll get you free in a minute." She went to the sink and got a glass of water, found a pair of scissors in a drawer (how easy it looked) and began to work on Cindy's gag. She got the gag off, and gave Cindy a long drink. Then she took my gag off and gave me a drink. I had never felt such a sense of relief. As we both got the feeling back in our mouths she looked at us and smiled. "I think all I'm going to do is free your hands. It'll take you a while longer to get free, but I don't have time to wait around for all the untying. I'm really sorry, I ran into some people at the store and just forgot about you." Linda took the scissors over to Cindy and cut the ropes binding her hands arms and upper body. Linda said sarcastically "there, do you think you can get free now?" We didn't say much. Cindy moved her arms to get the feeling back and started working on her leg bindings. Linda just laughed again and said "well I've got to run, I'm meeting some people later" and left.

It took us about another half an hour to get completely untied. The feeling of relief was tremendous. Cindy was quiet the rest of the evening. She had been shaken up by the ordeal, but later admitted the thrill of not knowing when or how escape would come was exciting. We played many more tie up games during our high school years, but never quite as intense as the incidents in this story.

It was 12.45 in England when Mark woke up and he did have a thumping headache. “What the hell happened last night” he said to himself. He was about to turn over on to his side and fall back to sleep when he looked at his terminal. At the same time his phone rang. Suddenly both came together. A combination of the computer terminal and his friend suddenly told him in his mind, Canuck. Oh Damn I am late. He rushed the phone call reassuring his best friend that he was all right. He started to put his clothes on but he still felt giddy and headachy so he fell back on the bed and before long was over come by sleep. It was not for longer than an hour before he heard a knock on his front door. It sounded hollow at first but gradually it entered his sub-conscience and he woke up. He staggered to the door and opened it. “Haven’t you gone yet” his friend asked him, It was Lisa “You are well late, here I have bought you these strong headache tablets and now go and take them but with several pints of water”. Lisa could be dominating like that. She normally came over when mood took here and she wanted some tie and gag fun. She would do Mark up with duct tape put a silver or black piece of duct tape over his mouth and then drink champagne while he struggled. He did not really like Champagne but he pretended too, so that Lisa thought she was tormenting him. But we digress back to poor Mark. This Mark did, and when he finally felt as good as he was going to feel, Lisa waited until Mark used the bathroom to shower. Mark then got dressed, went to the toilet, and was in there for some time before coming out, and saying alright Lease I am ready to go now. Lisa was the girl that Mark was hoping would be his girlfriend one-day, as they had known each other ever since he could remember. “About time to” Lisa shot back. “Man if I had friend who kept me waiting as long as you have they would be tied up and shot”.

The car took off at pace as Lisa was as eager as Mark to find out who these people were, and what did the famous tied up stories webmaster Canuck really look like. Was he going to be so handsome that she would tie and gag him forever? What about Richard who had such a wonderful and fulfilling tie up life when he was younger, and what a bout Chaos who was always contributing to the site. What were these people really like? It took a couple of hours before the car turned in to a side road, which was marked showing the way to Heathrow Airport. Mark was meeting up with them as it was the week before Christmas and he wanted to discuss stories face to face with them. He also wanted to know what Canuck planned for his story website in the coming year. And of course get a little bondage in on the side. So he to hoped that they would be handsome and look good in gags but not for the reasons that Lisa wanted them like that. Mark got out of the car and ran into the terminal. Lisa waited outside. By the time he got there, the airport was littered with new arrivals. He was after all many hours late. He went up to the reception terminal and asked for the three by name. The receptionist, who was Swedish, looked quite lovely, and had a really pleasant voice, said that she would look them up on her screen. About ten minutes later she said yes three people of that name had come though but a bout five hours ago. “I am sorry,” she said to him but they have probably gone my now.

Mark was on his way back to tell Lisa what was going on when an unshaven man came up to him and asked him for some money. Mark replied by telling him that he did not have any. The tramp then told him that’s a pity; in that case you don’t not want to know what happened to those guys you were looking for. Sorry, he went on to say, but I just happened to over hear what you were saying to the receptionist. Mark put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a ten-pound note. The man gave him one of those and the rest look so he changed it to a twenty. The man who turned out to be homeless then went on with the story. “A clean shaven man about average height came up to me and offered me three hundred pounds if I would accuse them people you are talking about of robbing me. You have to understand that this is a lot of money to me in fact it is a fortune. “So I ran up to them shouting that you have pinched my wallet”. Mark looked at him and wondered how anybody least of all himself could believe such a story, but he allowed the tramp to continue. “ Oh don’t judge me on these clothes son, he bought me some really nice gear, and a meal in a really nice restaurant”. Mark thought that this story was getting stranger by the minute but listened on. “This guy then comes in dressed as a police officer and arrests them. He handcuffs their hands behind their backs and then led them out of the terminal. They were of course protesting their innocence and saying that they did not know what I was talking about but he was not listening”. They were also shouting something about we have to meet Mark and he will not know where we are. We are strangers here in England and he will think that we have got lost. Can we not leave a message? The guy who told me his name was Joe said no you cannot. He also said something that was strange. He said better he does not know or he will be done for aiding and a betting. He seemed to be moving them along with some urgency and the handcuffs looked as if they had been put on tighter than normal. This guy struck me as meaning business. I guess he must have been an undercover cop or something.

Mark asked him did anybody else see this and he said yes but they have gone now. He went on to remind Mark about his time keeping and that he was after all five hours too late. Suddenly the tramp exclaimed, “Oh silly me I forgot, he asked me to give you this” It was a large envelope and contained items which Mark could not quite work out by pressing on the package. The tramp waited for him to open it, but Mark just looked at him in a way that said, “thanks for the information and now push off”. “ Alright mister, I know when I am not wanted” the tramp exclaims and then leaves with a sour face.

The blue Cavalier was speeding down the road with its three occupants in the back. The police officer was saying nothing but the other three in the back were. “Look mister” Richard piped up, “ We really did not steal that guys wallet. We really don’t know what he was talking about and what is going on”. The police officer said nothing but carried on driving. “ At least tell us were you are taking us, can’t we at least stop off at a phone box and call Mark to let him know that we are alright, that this is a misunderstanding. He will be extremely worried and believe that something has happened to us.” Said Canuck. Casting an eye over the three in the back, the police officer saw that the guys were in there late teens. Canuck Johnson was 18 about five foot eleven had short brown hair, a nicely proportioned face and well-heeled body. He had got that from playing basketball and training in the gym. He mainly liked to wear Jeans, teashirts, tracksuits, trainers and a baseball cap. Richard Jones 19 was slightly taller with dark brown hair cut in the shape of curtains and wore an Adidas tracksuit with a cap to match. He too was well built but slightly thinner than Canuck. Chaos Macdonald 17 had blond wavy hair wore Cream coloured jeans, a black teashirt with a Nike logo on it, shoes from Ravel and a light coloured jacket. All three were extremely good looking with a figure to match, but this was not about that as the police officer was about to explain. This guy was not in a Christmas mood, in fact he was on the edge before, but had been taken over the edge. He had been taken to the brink of madness by something that Chaos’s father had done, but the teenagers were going to pay the price. He had done some digging and done his homework methodically. The results of that work had come up with the fact that Francis Macdonald who was an executive with Sander and Sander finance debt collectors Ltd and he had a son. He found out from Chaos’s friends (in a subtle and clever way) that he used some of his time on the net contributing to a Tied up Stories site run by a Webmaster called Canuck. It was only a matter of time before Chaos would be manipulated into an idea that they should all meet up and at what time. The e-mail was sent to Mark Thomas’s hotmail address giving an idea that Mark should instigate a meeting with his fellow website members as the stories were getting a little dried up. This was rot of course, but Mark, thinking that is was one his fellow member using a different e-mail address, went a long with the suggestion and the rest as they say leads us to here.

“No you cannot make a phone call until we get to the police station”. Was the answer to Canuks question. Chaos was the only one saying nothing but things were going through his mind. One was what the hell is going on here, and why have we passed about a dozen police stations and yet not stopped at any of them. But the biggest question in his mind was why is there no police band noises, and why had this officer not registered in to tell the police station that they are on their way. He knew something was not quite right, but because he was a stranger in the country, decided that this was the way they do things over here. That careless thought was to prove expensive, as he would find out later on. He would end up by saying to himself that he should have shared his fears, with his new found friends. And of course he should have.

To be continued (very soon)

Any body else for the tied and gagged treatment from the one and only Gagboy.

You clearly run your own site at msn. Why dont you use YOUR site to place them, and leave this site for TRUE stories?

You are the first to complain, if you do not like my stories then by pass them and go on to the real ones. I have nothing but ADMIRATION for Canuck who runs this site and would never knowingly treat him of any other writer on this site with nothing but the reverence that they deserve. I have never heard Canuck ever deny anyone who put a tie up story his website, if he had then I would not be doing it. He knows decent and good stories when he sees them and I intend to continue to write them.

There are enough people out there who ridicule and condemn bondage as being wrong and in worse cases strange and sick. I intend to prove with my stories some true some fictional to show that it is natural, safe, fun, more importantly for true user of the site who treat fellow writer with equal importance and not pick holes like you have. So leaving my URL address of the site is a small price to pay for the promotion of good stories and enjoying what this great website offers, the best tie up stories this side of the galaxy.

I rest my case. And hey Fred try and have some seasonal sprit or I may have to give you some in my next story but leaving you tied up and gagged until next Christmas or beyond

Mark T ( the famous Gagboy who will not stop telling tied and gagged stories for anyone, unless the great webmaster himself is not happy.)

Also do remember that it is the season of good will so please either enjoy them or pass them by. Don't make an issue out of something that is so trivial. Also try not to deny people who have great imaginations to enjoy the stories, they suffer enough ridicule from their fellow workers or friends with out you who I presume like tie-ups adding to it. Also a lot of teens come on this site and some have never experience a good tie up before. The imagination is a great thing and my stories enable guys and girls who may not have had the luxury that you may have to in act in their mind or enjoy the sensation of the thrill of bondage or in your case tie ups.

Mark T

First of all i would like to say to mark is "great story please continue" and about what Fred said.

although this is a website for true stories of people getting bound and gagged. but every now and then we find out that some of these stories are fake and didn't happen at all. But my reply to that is

"WHO CARES"

if they are made up then they are made up, but they are still enjoyable to read and that is the key. Mark has made up a story about some of us in this room but for all we know, this story could of been based a event that did happen. We may never know unless Mark says but I say " who cares if they are fake, just keep them coming".

You and others may be enjoying it, but this is not the place for it. Mark should techniaclly take it elsewhere.

But, I really don't feel like making trouble, so I'll wait for Canuck to say his 2 cents on the matter.

Like the flu bug, I shall return. 'Ciao.

I was saying that your site is the place for your fictional stories. You may have a free high speed connection, I do not.. It takes an age to load this page, and I get rather upset, and dissapointed, when I find that your hugh (off topic) fictional stories are what is causing the problem.

I would estimate that around 10percent of this page is your fictional work. Your skills as a fiction author are not the issue, nor are the characters. Where you are placing them is the issue.

In my experience when one starts a 'craze' everyone jumps on the bandwagon - If you feel you have the right to post fiction what is to stop everyone else, and before you know it the site is FULL of fiction.

By all means place your url, heck, even tell people here that you have updated your site.. And save me my time and bandwitdth.

So.. It is the seasonal time, at least for christians, for all you know I am not a christian. But as you are so keen on christmas - Give me a christmas present, and get your fiction on your own site! Let's get this site back to, at least I thought it was, a site for true, (or at least resembling true), stories of childhood tie up games.

Merry Christmas

His url is
http://communities.msn.co.uk/TeenskidnappedtiedgaggedonSoapsTVandmovies/homepage.msnw

See I don't care that much.. That's your christmas present from me.. I now wait for yours, I am asking Father Christmas for a post on here from you telling people all about your great stories on your great site.

This is not fiction by the way and could really happen. Mind your horse Zorro (a fictitious name but what do we fellow writers care it gives other users of the room the vision that you are really him, and rightly so) it will take you the way of the Meany instead of just enjoying the stories for what they are, great. You could of course pass them by in a flash, and insert a large Z across my back.

Anyway heads up Zorro because here comes the next installment. I really do hope you like it. But I guess it matters not as long as the story appeals to the majority.

Mark T

The car then came to a halt at the side of a narrow country lane. The police officer opened his side of the car and jumped out. “Oh, so you think have rights do you? And then in a menacing voice claimed “These are your rights” All the while, fumbling for something in the side pocket of his jacket. Suddenly it appeared, and what they saw sent shivers down all their spines. What the police officer produced was a syringe full to the brim with a yellow coloured liquid. The three teens then began to struggle and now realised why the handcuffs had been put on so tight. He opened the back door to the car and pulled at Canuck who was nearest to the door. Canuck was putting up an almighty struggle and just as the police officer was about to jab him in temper, a car rolled up. “ What is going here” It was the local country police officer, referred to in Britain as a Countryside bobby or beat officer. The fake officer quickly stuck the needle carefully but quickly back in his side pocket and shut the car door. “Officer, I asked you a question” The countryside bobby was poking his head out of the front window of his police car. “Oh these three hooligans have tried to steal somebody’s wallet in Heathrow Airport. If you give the airport a ring they will confirm this” “so why have you not taken them to the police station, which is one and a half miles back in the direction you have just come from.” Oh I was, but one of them kicked me in the head and lost control of the car. I have only just regained the controls” The bobby got out of the car and came over to where the fake one was. Richard could see that the fake officer was already going into his jackets front pocket and what he saw was a small knife, but it would be effective for what this dangerous guy wanted to do with it. He walked past the fake officer and opened the back door. “So you three have been up to your thieving ways have you? Well let me tell you that I don’t take to kindly to that sort of thing over here. ‘Where have you guys come from, as you are not from England. Canuck wanted to say you prejudiced twerp, you probably believe all teens, let alone we, are all thugs. But instead answered the question and said, they were from different parts of America, and were here to visit a personal friend called Mark Thomas. He went on to explain as much as he was allowed too, but mainly insisting, that they had not stolen anything, and that they were entitled to a phone call. Chaos then blurted out that the officer had tried to drug them.

“ I think we have better get down to the police station and sort this all out” the bobby stated in a country voice that sounded strange to the three boys. In fact it sounds just as strange to people in Britain who do not get a chance to make it to the countryside. But again we digress “ I will radio in to the station to tell them that we are on our way”. He turned towards his car, and was about to reach for the handle, when the fake police officer lurched at him, catching him in the jugular part of the neck, with a knife. The boys tried to shout look out but it was too late. The police officer fell forward with the fake one on top of him. He managed to turn himself over, but was in a lot of pain. Canuck lied over the laps of the other two boys and started to kick the back door window with all his might. All the while the other two officers were struggling and it was a struggle to the death. “Help me” the bobby was shouting “somebody help me”. But what could the boys do that they were not doing already. Suddenly with a mighty wrench the car window gave way and fell on to the road. But how was that going to help them get out? Canuck would have to wriggle through and that was not going to be fun. He managed to get himself of the boys lap buy pulling himself up with all his might. He was very good at sit-ups and this was one of these times when he needed to be. He then manoeuvred himself and wriggled though. He was about three-quarters of the way through when he felt a stabbing pain. He was also being helped the rest of the way though. Or perhaps pulled through with force would be a better way of putting it. His vision was getting blurred and his head felt like a wall had fallen on it. He landed on the concrete side of the road with a bump. He just managed to turn himself over to see who it was and it was not a face he wanted to see. Smiling down on him was the fake officer and he was holding a syringe, but some of the liquid was missing. Canuck then lost consciousness.

“ One down, and two more to go” the officer said out loud to himself and, so that the other two boys could hear him. Richard and Chaos just screamed ahhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh but not body could hear them. There only saviour was lying on the floor dying from stab wounds, and this mad man was now approaching them with a three quarters full syringe and there was nothing that either of them could do.

To be continued (very soon)

Quote: The great man has already given you an answer
Where...? or are YOU the great man?

Quote: This is not fiction by the way and could really happen
By definition fiction did not happen. If it did it would be fact

Quote: Canuck did not indicate that he minded
And the people who died in that awfull attack on Sept 11th didn't indicate that they minded either - Did they? LIKE CANUCK - they had no chance to comment! God rest their souls

THIS IS NOT YOUR SITE - YOU PRESUME TOO MUCH

However, I don't want this situation to get out of control, so Mark, I will ask you to post the next installments of your story on your site. Don't get me wrong, I really like your stories (you actually got me riveted to my computer screen!) but my site is intended for true stories, and I guess that's what attracts visitors here.

But be sure of one thing, I will go visit your site to find out what happens to me next! And feel free to advertise your site here whenever you want.

No hard feelings, I hope? I wouldn't want you to be so mad that you would send some spys to find me and tie me up (uh... actually, I would! ok, bad example).

Cheers!

I will confine myself to putting only real life stories on this site and hey no spys, as they are for another story.

Mark (Gagboy) Thomas

I have had a few problems with my PC and the second part of my story will be a bit delayed but it will arrive very soon.

I would like to say that Canuck has showed why he is a good leader and what a great site this is. Although I was looking forward to the rest of the story as Canuck is but he chose to listen to Fred and the others since this website is for true stories. It is best to stop arguing over something like this and I like to say thanks to Mark saying I supported him and i can't wait to hear the rest. Another thanks is to Canuck for many reasons but lets keep true stories coming then.

But, Canuck has spoken, so this is a moot point. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't misunderstood, as that seems to happen a lot with me. Thanks for ending this quickly and painlessly, Canuck, and let's get back to some true stories!

Like the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy, I shall return. 'Ciao.

untill then bye from bettina (never call me betty!;))

Please post more. Looking forward to it.

Joey

Just a reminder for those of you who have followed my earlier tales. They have so far all been in chronological order. By necessity (in view of the time of year) this one is not. I will post my next story in January but just to confuse you all, it will "preceed" the tale I am about to tell!!

Confused? So am I!

The story follows and seasons greeting to everyone...

As regular readers will know, my brother Chris, at sixteen, was almost four years older than I was. Despite the difference in age, we had always been very close, and this had been enhanced by recent events. I suppose there was an element of hero worship - at twelve years old I was a scrawny kid and the antithesis of my brother - but he accepted it in good part (we remain close even today). Our sister, Gwen, two years older than me, had her own room but Chris and I shared a bedroom so that we could enjoy the luxury of a separate games room. If sharing with his "baby brother" ever irked him, Chris never showed it or complained in any way.

I guess that every kid looks forward to Christmas with an almost unbearable anticipation and I was no exception. Waking up in the early hours to find an enticing pile of parcels at the foot of your bed just waiting to be opened was half the fun of Christmas. It certainly was for me, but Chris had reached the age where he would prefer to remain asleep half the day and damn the presents. This was no good to me - the fun was in sharing the excitement and what else was a big brother for anyway?

At last Christmas Eve arrived and after attempting to keep my brother awake half the night with childish chatter I finally accepted the inevitable and fell soundly asleep (Chris had been responding with grunts or snores for more than an hour!).

There is something magical about a child's "internal" alarm clock. Despite telling him that at 8.00am it is much too early to get up on a normal school day and that the best thing to do is to roll over and go back to sleep, on this one special day it is automatically adjusted to go off at 4.00am (or thereabouts). The clock's owner is immediately aware of the importance of getting up - no question today of turning over and going back to sleep! This Christmas was no different. My "alarm" didn't fail me and I sat bolt upright, just able to make out vague shapes at the end of the bed in the darkness. To put this in perspective, our parents always ensured we had a few small gifts and the traditional fruit, nuts and a few sweets. Our main presents we would receive later in the day when all the family were together. When we were very small they would share our delight - now, it was an unwritten rule that we did not wake them before 7.30am and it had become a tradition that Chris as the eldest would then take them tea in bed.

But parents were one thing; big brothers were a different matter all together. I began by fidgeting, then coughing loudly and finally whispering Chris's name urgently and persistently. Finally he rolled over, opened one eye sleepily, and demanded to know what the time was. This wouldn't do at all and, while being careful not to make so much noise that I woke our parents, my voice became more insistent. At last, Chris stretched out an arm and turned on the bedside lamp between our beds. He looked at his alarm clock sleepily and then glared at me. "Do you have any idea what the time is?" he snarled. "Go back to sleep and let me do the same." He rolled over and gave a convincing demonstration of what he thought I should do.

I was sure my brother was only acting - he had forgotten to turn the light out. This called for drastic action. I jumped out of bed and leaped on top of Chris pummelling him with my fists. He groaned again but this time he opened his eyes wide and was clearly fully awake. "Come on, Runt, be sensible. I want to get some sleep and so should you!" he pleaded softly. My response was to continue beating his chest. " You really are pushing your luck Titch," he added in a more threatening tone. "Go back to bed or don't say I didn't warn you of the consequences!" I giggled softly but continued my assault.

I was sitting astride my unfortunate brother but all at once he gave a heave, threw back the covers, grasped my wrists and in a moment the rôles were reversed - I found myself flat on my back on Chris's bed with him sitting on my chest, pinning my arms down with his hands. I began to giggle uncontrollably and Chris said anxiously, "Be quiet, you'll wake the whole house!" This merely caused me to laugh even more until Chris suddenly shifted his position, moving his knees to hold my arms, which enabled him to clamp a large hand over my mouth, stifling my chuckles. "Are you going to be quiet?" Chris asked, becoming exasperated. This merely caused me to heave with merriment although hardly any sound escaped the gagging hand. "OK, but don't say I didn't give you fair warning" he said sternly. He reached across to the bedside table where there was a clean handkerchief and shook it out of it's folds. Suddenly I realised what he had in mind and began to struggle but I had lost the initiative. He was taking no chances and clamped my nose between finger and thumb before removing his hand from my mouth. He knew only too well that I would clamp my mouth shut, effectively silencing me (oddly, although I really enjoyed our tie-up games, and had been gagged on numerous occasions my reflex action was to try to prevent it happening). My inevitable gasp for air followed within less than 30 seconds. As I relaxed my jaw, Chris stuffed the cloth well into my mouth then slapped his hand down on my mouth once more. He reached across to the drawer between our beds and after a few moments rummaging, pulled out my scout scarf. It was already neatly folded and he deftly forced it between my jaws, but he was being more thorough than usual. He carefully worked the cloth back between my teeth, forcing the wad of handkerchief further back into my mouth and when he was satisfied he lifted my head and knotted the scarf off behind my neck. He was taking no chances - he had tied it ferociously tight. This was not how I had intended to spend the early hours of Christmas morning!

Chris was talking again now, "Right, little brother, I guess it is too much to ask that you behave properly and let me sleep without being properly restrained". Suddenly I realised he was in deadly earnest and I had got myself into a position it would be impossible to escape from. I enjoyed being tied up but this was different - hey, it was Christmas morning and there were parcels to open! He was speaking again. "Until you interrupted it, I was in the middle of a cool dream. Now I guess I shall have to make you a little uncomfortable. I need your shirt!"

Chris hated pyjamas; for as long as I could remember he had always slept in shorts and a tee shirt and I naturally insisted on doing the same. I guess it was part of the "hero worship cult". Now, he grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my head. Grasping one of my arms he freed it from the garment before pinning it to the bed once more with his knee and carrying out the same operation with the other arm. His superior strength ensured I had no opportunity to escape. Pinned once more to the bed by his knees on my wrists, Chris relaxed and adjusted his position. At that moment he must have glanced at my bare torso for he suddenly started a giggling fit himself, finally managing to say, "Good heavens, you are a skinny little brat, aren't you?" It was true, but it did nothing for my equanimity!

Reaching beneath his bed, he produced a length of cord perhaps 6 feet long. My heart sank. I knew that my being tied up was inevitable. He grasped one of my wrists and twisted it quite savagely, at the same time removing his weight from my chest and his knees from my arms. I quickly rolled over on to my stomach in a desperate bid to relieve the pressure on my arm. This was precisely what Chris had intended - he now had me just where he wanted me. I felt him grab my other arm and force it behind my back, crossing my hands as he did so and then he was winding turns around my wrists both vertically and horizontally, working them tight as he did so. Within a few moments he had cinched the whole lashing tight and knotted it off at the back of my wrists, well out of reach of my fingers. Satisfied with his work, he stood up and rolled me onto my back, leaving me lying on my tightly bound hands. The whole operation had taken less than two minutes and had been carried out in total silence. I was now securely gagged with my hands tied behind my back. I knew it was pointless struggling and as I was turned face up I couldn't help starting to giggle uncontrollably into my gag. Chris was grinning down at me now when suddenly his glance fell on my shorts and he exclaimed "Good heavens, you are enjoying this, aren't you?" I blushed deeply knowing precisely what had caused Chris's comment - despite my embarrassment I could do nothing to suppress my feelings!

"I guess I shall have to help you cool off for a time," Chris chuckled. He produced a further length of rope and tied my ankles together as efficiently as he had done my hands. Then suddenly he stooped and, with one arm under my shoulders and another under my knees he lifted me bodily off his bed and onto the floor. Although we were upstairs this was tiled and, because of the summer heat there was no floor covering. It struck chill through my thin shorts but worse was to follow. With a deft movement he rolled me over onto my stomach, pinning me there with a knee in the small of my back. If the floor had struck chill through my shorts it was much worse on my bare, skinny ribs. Now I knew why he had removed my shirt. The floor was freezing!

I suddenly had a premonition of what Chris had in store for me and began to struggle wildly, despite the knee in my back. At the same time I pleaded desperately with my brother, twisting my head round to stare up into his face with big round eyes - I could do the "Bambi" look but good. My pleading was, of course, quite unintelligible as I was only able to produce a muffled mmpppfh but Chris quite clearly understood as he in his turn started to giggle. He was all too familiar with my whiles and finally said "You are wasting your time kiddo, so you can turn the 'I can't understand why you are doing this to me' look off. You know very well you brought this on your self!" My fears now proved correct as Chris removed his knee, grasped my ankles and forced them up over my butt and within seconds my big brother had applied a tight hog-tie.

I was still staring up at him and as he stood, he looked down approvingly and said "That should help to cool your ardour and perhaps I can get some rest. "Don't go anywhere!" and with that the light clicked off and I heard him scrambling back into his warm bed. I called my brother a name which certainly didn't reflect the festive season and which no twelve year old should even know. Fortunately, Chris had taken so much care with my gag it was so effective that all I produced was a muffled mmpppfh. This was ignored since it was completely unintelligible which was just as well for me! Retribution would have been swift and more painful than my present predicament!

Realising that Chris had no intention of letting me go I began to struggle again, but I knew from the outset it was hopeless. Chris had done his work so well my fingers couldn't even reach the binding cords let alone any of the knots which I had felt him work so tight as he tied me up. With my finger tips just brushing my heels I was completely immobile.

As I lay there, I realised I really only had myself to blame for this. Suddenly, it dawned on me it was 4.30am on Christmas morning and I was in the midst of a totally unexpected tie-up game, laying tightly bound and gagged on the floor in our bedroom while my brother slept soundly a few feet away. A tie-up game was the last thing I had expected this morning and I now found my predicament both exciting and amusing. I began to giggle into my gag and gradually relaxed until the chill from the floor wore off.

I was never really sure how long I lay there, as I was suddenly aware of my shoulder being shaken. I twisted my head around and looked up into Chris's smiling face. It was daylight (in fact about 6.15am) and I had fallen into a deep and dreamless sleep! He had already released me from the hog-tie although my ankles were still bound and my hands were tied behind my back. "Hold still while I free your ankles and I'll help you up onto the bed" he said. I lay still while he untied the knots and in a few moments I was sitting on the edge of his bed, still gagged and with my hands tied behind me. "If you promise not to make any more noise I'll take your gag off," Chris whispered. I nodded my head vigorously and within a few moments he had freed my mouth. "Are you ready for parcels now?" he asked in a kindly tone and I nodded with alacrity. "OK, turn around and I'll untie your hands". I was now almost reluctant to be set at liberty but I complied with his instructions and felt his fingers working at the knots on my wrists.

This done, we got on with the real business of the day. In fact, we would not receive our main presents until much later in the morning when all the family were assembled downstairs but Chris surprised me by handing me a small package saying, "I thought you might find this useful, seeing you are such a scrawny little runt. I thought it might help to redress the balance a little in your favour with your mates!" I thanked him and, puzzled by his comments ripped off the wrapping paper to reveal a small, plain white cardboard box which felt oddly heavy. Opening the box I tipped out the contents to reveal - a pair of steel handcuffs! They were obviously not as heavy as a real pair of police cuffs but never the less were stoutly constructed and had no "release mechanism". Two keys were attached by a ring to the short chain joining the two bracelets. I stared in awe at the shiny object in my hands, imagining the response their use on my mates would get. I thanked Chris profusely, all the while fingering the handcuffs and in doing so I squeezed one of the ratchets sufficiently hard that the cuff opened. I had not realised that it was possible to open them without a key and looked closely at the object in my hand, intrigued. Chris laughed and suggested I try them out.

I didn't need to be asked twice! I ingenuously placed the open cuff around one of my wrists and gave the stiff ratchet a gentle squeeze. Two or three clicks left the cuff closed but I could see there was sufficient room for me still to squeeze my small hand out. Fascinated by this activity my attention was consumed by the handcuffs and I failed to see my brother softly step behind me. A moment later, he grasped the dangling cuff and dragged it behind my back, at the same time grabbing my free arm in a vice like grip. I heard the ratchet clack and felt the handcuffs tighten on my free arm, this time so that there was no chance of escape. To complete his objective, I felt Chris squeeze the other cuff until it too was tight around my wrist. I was trapped with no hope of escape, my hands firmly cuffed behind my back. Chris grasped the short chain connecting my wrists, pulled it up my back to prevent me struggling and after a few moments work released me and triumphantly dangled the keys in front of me. He had trapped me once more and I began to protest loudly but he immediately clamped his hand over my mouth. "Don't make so much noise, Titch," he whispered, "or do you want me to gag you again?" Despite his hand, I shook my head and as he removed his hand I began to giggle softly. "How long are you going to keep me like this?" I asked. In truth, I was rather excited by the prospect.

"Well, I am going down to make tea for the oldies. You can come and help and then I will decide". I found this a little shocking but there was no sound of anyone else in the house stirring so I agreed, although it was not clear to me how I could help, handcuffed as I was with my hands behind my back!

We crept silently down to the kitchen where Chris made me sit on a high backed chair, lifting my arms over the back so I was effectively secured to the chair, while he put the kettle on and arranged the tray. While he worked I heard footsteps and began to panic but it was difficult to rise and before I had succeeded Gwen walked into the kitchen rubbing the sleep from her eyes. I remained silent (perhaps I thought that by doing so she wouldn't see me) but Chris greeted her cheerily. Then her glance fell on me and she laughed out loud. "You managed it then, Chris?" she chuckled.

"Of course," came the reply. "It was as easy as I said it would be". I looked from one to the other and they both burst out laughing. I had been set up!

"Who is taking the tray up?" Gwen asked.

"I think we all should," Chris replied.

"But I can't go in to Mum and Dad like this," I whined in a panic.

"No, of course you can't," said Chris in a kindly tone. "You can't possibly carry something with your hands behind your back, and in any case you are so scrawny you look positively indecent without your shirt!" Gwen giggled at his remark as Chris helped me up from the chair. Then I felt him working at one of the cuffs and in a moment my hands were free, the loose cuff dangling from it's partner, still locked to my other wrist. As if by magic Chris produced my tee shirt and I put it on gratefully, not waiting for him to free my other hand. I finished tucking in my shirt and then raised my hand to my captor to enable him to remove the handcuffs. I should have known my brother well enough by now to know that was not on the agenda. He grasped my hand but instead of unlocking it, once more seized my free arm and, before I realised what he was doing I heard and felt the manacle locked tightly on my wrist. Although my hands were now in front of me I was fettered as securely as I had been before! I was furious with the sight of my sister clutching her sides with laughter!

"OK, we are already now, "laughed Chris. "Richard can carry the plate of biscuits!" and with that he opened the door. In vain I pleaded to be set free but was met with chuckles from both my siblings and a flat refusal. "Come along and behave properly, little brother," Chris chortled, "Otherwise you will have to stay like that all day!"

I couldn't believe he would make me face my parents in handcuffs but faced with overwhelming odds I reluctantly turned, picked up the plate of biscuits in my chained hands and followed Chris and Gwen upstairs, trying all the while to keep well hidden behind them. Our parents were already sitting up in bed chatting as we entered in a rather comic procession, Chris leading with the tea tray, while I tried desperately to keep out of sight. I had somehow contrived to hold the plate up so that my manacled wrists were almost out of sight but I should have realised my torment wasn't over as Chris said, "Hurry up Richard, and pass the biscuits round!" As I blushed to the very tips of my ears and Gwen almost fell about with laughter, my brother propelled me to the front of the tableau. At the same time he said to our parents. "He's a little bit shy - he really likes his present and couldn't wait to try them out. Unfortunately he forgot that I had the key so now he can't take them off!"

Our parents hooted with laughter which completed my embarrassment and I hung my head to avoid catching anyone's eye. My mother however reached out and put her arm round my shoulder, pulling me towards her while chuckling at my captivity. She raised her other hand and ruffled my hair, something all my family knew infuriated me. Normally I would have brushed her hand away ferociously but this wasn't so easy with my hands chained together.

As the laughter subsided Chris admitted that everyone had known of the contents of the little white box although only Gwen was party to the plot to get me handcuffed. Father asked Chris if he was going to let me go at which point my brother looked shifty and said he had left the keys in the kitchen. "Drink your tea and I'll go and fetch them in a few minutes," he said. "I don't think Richard will come to any harm for a while and he certainly won't get into mischief!"

We were all sitting on the bed and everyone laughed, though not in an unkind fashion. I had got over my embarrassment and joined in with the merriment despite my shackled hands, accepting that Chris had put one over on me yet again while at the same time realising that I had (albeit unwittingly) assisted him with his scheme.

At last our parents made a move to get up and Chris put his arm round my shoulder and said, "Come on Titch, lets go to our room and I'll see if I can find the key". I followed him out and a few minutes later, while I sat on the edge of my bed Chris finally released my hands from their restraints. As he did so he told me that our parents had a far greater knowledge of my activities than I had suspected. It would not be right to say they "approved" but they had indicated they would not interfere so long as no one was hurt or deliberately picked on. Chris had assured them that all those involved were actually very considerate to one another and consequently we were able to continue the fun.

The events that morning had been totally unexpected but afterwards I realised how excited I had been by them. We played no more such games over that festive season but I began plotting at once how I was going to avenge myself...

Bye from Hamburg to Hamburg

A tie-up game for Christmas! Wow! Sadly, I was never so lucky (or was ever likely to be).

I remain your #1 fan! :-)

She loves it as much as we do. She has lots of different costumes and dresses that she wears when we tie her up. Her favorite game is when she pretends to be a princess who is held prisoner by us and is dressed in her little 'princess' costume. The goal of the game is for her to set herself free and escape which can be easy or hard, depending on the bondage position she tied in. So far she's almost always found a way to untie the ropes after a while (with a little help from me or my husband) but even without it, she's pretty good at wiggling out of the bondage.

From our experience I can say that kids love tie up games and if their parents are willing to play such games with them, the whole family could have many hours of fun!

I am 16 and so's my friend Josh. Josh has recently started seeing this girl, Hannah who is a very pretty 15 year old who recently transfered to our school.

Anyway, last Sunday, Josh asked me to tag along with him and help him pick out a Christmas gift for Hannah. So I went up to his place around 3:00pm Sunday afternoon and knocked at his door but no one answered immediately.

His parents had been out that day to meet their friends from out of town so no one was to be at home except Josh. I knocked once more and this time Hannah opened the door to my surprise. She asked me to come in and when I asked about Josh she said that he had been annoying her all morning because she dragged him to Church and so she had finally taught him a lesson and shut him up. I wasn't sure what she meant until we went to Josh's room and I was literally shocked by what I saw.

Josh was sitting in his chair wearing his Sunday clothes: white shirt, a black tie loosely hanging from his unbuttoned shirt collar and grey trousers. His wrists had been tightly tied behind his back in the form of the letter "X" with what appeared to be one of his blue neckties and his tied hands had been further tied to the middle bar of the chair with a red bandanna. He was still wearing his shoes and socks though each of his ankles had been tied to each of the front legs of the chair with pieces of rope. Josh's mouth was tightly gagged with silver duct-tape and a red bandanna had been used to blindfold him.

For a few seconds, I wasn't sure how to react. Josh was struggling to get free and trying hard to shout through the duct-tape but all we could hear were muffled sounds.

I asked how she had managed to tie him up and Hannah said that she simply challenged him that he would not be able to escape if she tied him up and he had fallen for it. She said that Josh did not know that she had had a lot of practice tying up her two younger brothers. Who would know such a thing?

I was begining to feel sorry for Josh though I was also kinda enjoying the moment and trying my best to hide my excitement as best I could.

I had always been interested in tie up games and had played tie up games with my younger cousin sister though it had been a long time ago. I never expected to experience a tie up moment with Josh and Hannah and that was totally unexpected.

I asked Hannah how long she planned to keep Josh tied up cause we were supposed to go to the mall that evening. She told me that she wasn't going to let him go for another hour or so.

She wanted to go back to her place for a bit and told me to watch Josh and not to untie him while she was gone. I was allowed to remove his duct-tape so that Josh and I could talk.

So I undid his tape and Josh immediately said, "Don't listen to her Kyle..just untie me please." Hannah looked at me with a stare that said "Don't" and I sat on the bed facing him. I told him, "Sorry dude, this is between the two of you". Josh resigned to his fate and Hannah, replied "Good" and left for her parents place to complete her errands.

When Hannah left, it felt really wierd talking to Josh since he was still blindfolded and tied to the chair. When I looked behind him, I realized that Hannah had indeed done a great job tying him up. Through all of his struggles, the necktie holding his wrists together was still intact and was as tightly tied as ever.

After a while, the wierdness subsided and we talked casually about general things and whether Josh had thought of Hannah's Christmas Gift. In between our conversation, Josh asked me to remove his blindfold, but I reminded him of Hannah's strong request and he complied.

Finally about an hour later, Hannah returned and was pleased to see that I had not interfered.

She then allowed me to untie Josh. It took a few minutes but Josh was free at last. He didn't seem angry with Hannah and said that he would talk with her about it later as we didn't have much time before the malls closed. We dropped Hannah at her parents place and drove to the mall.

With Hannah's apparent love for bondage, I hope that there will be more opportunities for me to see Josh and Hannah play tie up games.

To be continued

What's going on???

To Canuck and others, my apologies for cluttering up the board, but this was the only way I could think of, to reach Mark.

Dingbat

My suggestion to you is: go to yahoo clubs. There is a variety of good clubs with nice pictures for any taste (almost;). Of course you need to get signed up first!

Here's the one for suspension:

http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/upsidedownsuspension

Congratulations on a number of good stories and a Happy New Year to all old friends here at Canuck's.

Do you have cookies blocked on your computer? Dunno about the site you're trying, but that causes that on some sites.

To put it another way: Forget about it.

Since it is very unlikely that you want chloroform for a legal purpose, I would not be inclined to answer your question even if I knew the answer.

(what will they think of next?) :-p

I agree with Jason to stay well away of dangerous substances and remember bondage is fun and exciting but not when it is against other people’s wills. Let’s keep it fun, safe, imaginary and enjoyable. Role-play is away of achieving what you want without doing it for real. You need only pretend to have a handkerchief over your friend’s mouth and then the rest is up to you and him/her. If you want if for any other reason then I would caution anybody giving out such information to think very carefully. Ask yourself how would you feel about having a throbbing headache and worse causing serious injury to somebody else thereby throwing back the cause of Bondage many many years.

I will post the story on to my community site in the next couple of days so please give my poor hotmail address a break. I would also like to take this opportunity to wish you all a very happy new year. I like everybody else who uses this brilliant room thank Canuck for his hard work and long may it continue. He really is a Webmaster worthy of the name.

Mark T (the famous Gagboy and good looking in a piece of duct tape with it)

Mark T (the famous Gagboy)

may your New Year give you more and more and more and more new ops to bind and bond.

Volvos rule!!!

PH