I haven't posted or read in a while. First of all I LOVE THIS SITE! That said I will start my story.
I was at Matt's house again, with Tyler. First tie up idea was to tie someone to Matt's weight bench. :) So we picked Tyler. He sat on the inclined bench press part. We put his feet on that bar to lift with your legs and right next to that there was a support bar. We got a belt and put it on his socked ankles around the support bar, immobilising his feet. Then we used a weird thingy to tie his waist to the bench. Then, we used two bath robe belts to tie his hands to the bars coming up by the seat, pulling his hands above him and spread from each other. After a while he complained his hands were hurting so we untied him. The next idea was to tie me up in their big van in the backyard. We got the rope out of the shed. It's middle of winter and ther is snow on the ground. So as we get in the van we take off our shoes and Matt went and hid them so if I escaped I would have to walk in the snow in my socks. He folded down the back seat so it was flat. I lied down on it and Matt went to work on my feet. He wrapped the rope in a criss-cross fashion a lot of times. Then he took the rest of the rope and tied my hands. Efectivly hog-tying me. He tied them tight and I couldn't get free. After a while they found bungee cords and were about to use them when I told them my hands were too tight so they untied me. Then Matt wanted to be tied. I took the rope and crosed his hands and made an X with the rope. Then I wrapped the rope around his chest. This wasn't effective because he had a jacket on. I ran out of rope so I couldn't tie his feet. So I grabbed the bungee cords and wrapped one around his ankles. I was trying to position him so I could use the bungee cord to atach him to a protruding bar, when his mom came and said we needed to get out. So he got untied and we went inside. 
This story can't compare to some others but I hope you enjoyed it. Also now that I've read some, in response to Compaq I like socked feet, too. For some weird reason I also like barefeet in tight sandals. :) So Keep those stories coming!

The Sunday night of the first week, my cousin George (8) and I were tossing and turning in our beds. Neither of us was very sleepy, and we kept hearing the chitter-chatter of the girls, who were across the hall from us. It sounded like they were having a full blown slumber party over there. They were simply having too much fun, and I had to do something about it. 

I got out of bed, stared at George, and said, "Wanna kidnap some girls?" 

George sat up and eagerly nodded his head. At eight, he lost most of his baby fat and now had the thin and lanky physique of a young man. He also had an annoying habit of doing everything I did--to the point of wearing the same clothes I wore. This habit went as far as our bedclothes, or lack thereof. I liked to sleep only in my undershorts, and so George did the same--despite the fact that his mother packed pajamas for him. When I tried to get him to put his pajamas on, he would just shrug his bare shoulders at me and say, "Why don you put your pjs on?" 

"I don't have any, I sleep in my undershorts," I explained.

"So do I," he replied with a small smile. I got the feeling that if I ran around wearing a Bozo the Clown costume, George would have worn his own version. My mother thought this was adorable; I thought it was creepy. But then again, I was only 13 at the time. 

I didn't have any rope on hand to bind the girls with, so I had to get that, first. I put my robe on, and looked over in time to see George was also putting on his robe. He fastened the front of his robe--until he saw that I left my robe hanging open, so he quickly unfastened his to match mine. 

I shook my head at him. "I'll be right back. You keep an eye on them, ok?"

"Ok," George said, as he gave me the thumbs up sign. 

I left my room and ran downstairs to the utility closet in the basement. I collected a bundle of unused clothesline rope and a roll of tape for gagging. My bare feet were silent on the carpeted floors as I shot back upstairs to my bedroom, eager to begin binding Karen and my cousins. 

But they weren't there. 

All three girls stayed together in the guest bedroom across the hall from my room. However, when I returned, I saw the door to the girls' room was left wide open. I glanced inside, and saw that the place was a mess: the bed and cot was unmade, magazines were scattered all over the floor--it was as if a plague of locus had visited our house, and were moving from room to room. 

I went into my room to ask George where the girls had gone. But I quickly saw that this was not possible. The reason this was not possible was because George sat on my bed bound and gagged. 

For those of you who are letting out a gasp of shock at this moment, let me make something clear: since George was always considered the baby of the family, he was exempt from being tied up in our games (he never tied anybody, anyway). He always went along as an avid watcher who would pitch in every now and then by untying whoever he felt like helping. But during the winter of 1978, George decided that he wanted to take a more active role in our tie up games. This meant that he would tie up people, in addition to being tied up himself. My oldest cousin Keith, who strictly enforced the non-tying of George under a sentence of death to the offender, lifted his ban, thus freeing George to be tied (which sounds like a contradiction in terms, but you get the idea).

I was well aware of George's decision, but I still wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted me. There sat George, clad only in a robe and his undershorts, with his hands bound behind his back. His bare feet were tied together at the ankles, and he wore a cloth gag that was wrapped around his head. He glanced up at me with this look that was...well, it was adorable, all right? It was a sheepish look in his eyes that said, "Sorry!"

The door swung shut behind me, and Donna (14) and Shirley (12) grabbed my arms and took the rope and tape from me with a big "Thank you!"

Karen (14) came up from behind me, put her head on my right shoulder, and went, "Ticki wicki woo!" I flinched slightly as she tickled my sides, but Donna and Shirley held firmly onto my arms.

"Ticki what?" Shirley asked, as she frowned at Karen. 

"Never mind, get him on the floor," Donna ordered. All three girls were barefoot, and clad in extra large T-shirts that came down to their mid-thigh. 

I was made to kneel on the floor, where Donna gagged me with a strip of the same tape I was going to use on them. Shirley moved around to pull my arms behind my back, but Karen stopped her. 

"Wait, let's make him comfortable," Karen said with a smirk. She grabbed the collar of my robe and pulled it off of me. I was now shirtless and barefoot, clad only in my under-shorts. Both Donna and Shirley went "woooo" and made wolf whistles at me. I saw George behind them writhing madly against his ropes, and wondered if he was now trying to remove his robe, since I had mine taken off.

"Isn't that better?" Karen asked as she bound my hands together at the wrists behind my back. "Now you won't be hot."

I was made to lie face down on the floor, where Donna bound my ankles together. While this occurred, I noticed Karen knelt beside me and placed her hands on my bare back. Karen explained that she did this to prevent me from moving around, to which I heard Donna reply, "Uh, yeah, right...."

My ankles were hog-tied to my wrists, and then George and I were left bound in my bedroom while the girls ran downstairs to raid the fridge. Having wreaked their havoc in my room, this plague of girls now swept down to storm the kitchen. 

But I was in a real mess, now. Time was, I could always count on George to untie me on the sly. But here he was, tied up with me! When I glanced up at him, I saw that he was still helplessly wiggling around on the bed. Then, he abruptly stopped struggling against his bonds and stared back at me in a determined manner. George hoisted himself forward...and fell flat on his face on the floor. He landed with a muffled grunt. It must have felt as painful for him as it was for me to witness. After laying on the floor like a sack of potatoes for a minute, George started this frenzied wiggling and writhing across the floor to get to me. 

I wished I could have met him halfway, but the hog-tie I was in kept me pretty much in place. 

However, before George could be my rescuer, Karen ran into the room and excitedly jumped up and down in front of us. George and I exchanged a strange look, then stared back at Karen, who spun around and waved both of her hands in front of her as if she were playing a bizarre game of charades. 

What happened was, the girls' midnight raid of the kitchen was cut short when my mother appeared in the doorway and ordered them back to their beds. Karen wasn't actually in the kitchen with Donna and Shirley when my mom found them. Karen had stopped off to use the bathroom, first. She was descending the steps when she heard my mother reading the riot act to my cousins. Karen ran back upstairs and into my room, where she promptly freaked right in front of George and I.

She untied my hands, just as we heard Donna and Shirley entering their bedroom across the hall. As soon as my hands were free, I removed my gag and pulled Karen close to me. "Turn out the light, now," I whispered in her ear. 

I figured that if my mother saw my lights were on, she would come in. She could still very well come in, anyway. But I hoped that by shutting the light off and playing possum, it would increase our chances of not being caught. 

I untied George's hands as Karen switched the light off and threw the room into blackness. I knelt back and untied my ankles as I listened to Karen stumbling around in the darkness. Once my legs were free, I got up, grabbed Karen, and pulled her down onto the bed. I kept an arm wrapped around her body, which pinned her arms to her sides, and I handgagged her. Other than a muffled whimper, Karen offered no resistance. And I must admit, that the sensation of holding Karen close to me like this was...nice. She was so soft and cuddly, and she smelled great. Her hair was--

Um, anyway, my mother never came into my room. The two of us huddled together on the bed in the dark for several minutes until we were sure the coast was clear. I could faintly see George on the floor, untying his ankles. I got up, making Karen sit up with me, and turned on the light. 

Karen gave me this knowing smile. She looked positively radiant. She went to get to her feet, but I stopped her by grabbing her arm and pulling her back down next to me on the bed. "Where do you think you're going, missy?" I whispered in my best villain's voice. "You've seen too much for us to just let you walk out of here." 

I was thrilled to see Karen backing away from me on the bed like a damsel in distress. She kept backing up until she was up against the headboard, where she tucked her bare legs under her and watched me and George with mock fear in her wide brown eyes. 

George, who saw that I had no robe on, promptly removed his own robe. Just to bust George, I got up and put my robe on in one sweeping motion. "George," I said, "get the rope." 

George let out an annoyed sigh as he put his robe back on, then shot me a look that said, "On or off? Make up your freaking mind, already!" He got the rope for me, and I used it on Karen. 

I made her lay face down on the bed. I bound her wrists together behind her back while George tied her ankles together. I brushed her long brown hair out of her eyes, then gagged her with a strip of tape. Karen cast a nervous glance at me out of the corner of her eye as I sat down on the side of the bed. 

"Ticki-wicki woo to you, too," I said. Karen started laughing hysterically under her gag even before I tickled her. I tickled her sides, her bare feet, and her neck, and Karen squirmed and wiggled all oer my bed. George got into the act and helped me tickle our pretty young captive until we were interuppted by a knock at my door. Thinking it was my mother, I frantically untied Karen's wrists, then told George to help untie her ankles while I ran over to answer the door. 

Thankfully, it turned out to be Donna, who stood with her hands on her hips. "What are you perverts doing with Karen?" she asked with mock disgust. 

"Why?" I asked flippantly. "You wanna join her?"

She shook her head. "You really are a pervert..."

"I'm not the one who's undressing his captives," I shot back.

"Me, neither," Donna said. "That was Karen's idea. She's a pervert, too."

"Hey, hey," Karen said, as she stepped past us and walked into the hallway. "I heard that, Donna." 

The door to my parents' bedroom swung open, and Karen and Donna dove into their bedroom and shut the door, just as George and I dodged back into my room and shut our door. We hit our beds and pulled up the covers just as I heard my mother shout: "If I have to come out here one more time...."

She never finished her threat. She didn't have to, we stayed in bed for the rest of the night. My mother later told me that it was nights like this that made her and my father grateful that they only had one child. More weirdness in the next story as George and I introduce Karen to the lake monster, and then to something even more frightening: my bondage-happy neighbor, Tyler. Thanks for reading. 

Plus, my bondage fiction continues. The latest chapter of my bondage story, Cynthia and the Hordes of Hydra, has been posted.

And--as if that's not all--I now have my very own vidcaps. Yes, Doug R is now in the vidcap business, folks. My first set of vidcaps, on display at the site, are from The Boogey Man. So click the link (after you're done reading all of the great stories here, of course) and pay us a visit. 

Thanks to Mike for pointing out this error.

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Thanks,
Locke

By tying a rope to the loop and tying it to your already-bound feet, you can hogtie yourself. By tying the loop to a secure overhead structure by a short piece of rope, you can tie your hands over your head (after tying your legs in some appropriate manner, and applying a gag and/or blindfold as desired). Obviously, you can tie yourself up pretty good until you get to your hands. 

This was good for a kid who eventually wanted to get free without embarassing one's self by needing help. Of course, you could invest $25 in a decent pair of handcuffs, but be sure to practice with them first if you're not familiar with handcuffs. 

http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/9361/

It has a great section on how to tie yourself up. Just one thing: You will need a (sharp) knife to get out of the Super Hogtie as described. Have fun!

I walked in and was instructed to go to her living room, where we were going to watch a movie. I took off my sandals and sat down on the couch. She was in the other room, and yelled to me, "I'll be right in! Just let me get some stuff from my room!" 

I waited for what was about 5 minutes, when she finally came down. Before I could turn around, she jumped on me and tied my arms behind my back. Then she forced me on the carpet and tied my ankles. So that was what she had been doing in her room!

"So what exactly are you doing?" I asked her, when she was just about to leave for the kitchen. " I want to get to know you!" she replied. I was starting to like this.

I heard her open the refrigerator and take something out. She came back into the room, and this time I saw that she was holding something behind her back. She came over and sat on my back, facing my feet. "I don't know about you," she said,"but I am a real fan of tickle torture. It loosens everybody up!"

Before I could ask her what she was doing, I felt something very cold on my barefeet. She was lightly placing ice on my soles and between my toes, which while tickled got me really excited.

"I am also a big fan of the feet. How about you?"

"Yeah, especially when a really sexy girl is putting ice on them," I said.

"Oh, I'm flattered!" she said, suspiciously.

She leaned over and kissed me on my cheek, and finally got off my back.

"I'll untie you in a minute, but first I have to do one more thing," she said.

She walked around and lay on the ground with her face by my feet, and started to suck on my toes, which was the most wonderful thing I have ever felt.

She got up and said,"It's getting really hot in here," and with that, she took off her shirt, reveiling her blue bikini. Then she reached over and untied me.

WHen I got up, she forced me onto the couch, and we started making out. That was the best experience of my

And BTW, we may know that it really is Lelia2 posting as most or all of those aliases, but does it really matter? Let her have her fun and stop insulting her. 

Sorry about this ppl :þ Now lets have some more stories!!!

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It is with great pleasure that I am able to announce the impending launch of Tied and True Tales here at Restrained Tastes. (URL: www.restrainedtastes.com)

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One of my brothers friends, the same one that tied up my friend, tied me up. I remember that when I was tied up that my hands were tied hehing my back with a piece of rope. My feet were tied so I could only spread them about a quarter of the way. I had a rope tied somewhere around the waste I think, that went up, over my shoulder, and down through the crotch area. Than back up and down through the croth area again. There was about fifteen feet of rope left. I was paraded around. It is uncomfortable having a rope rubbing on the croth at any age. It also did not help at having little leg movement.

A little while later, revenge, I got the long piece of rope and wrapped it around him pinning his arms to the side. I tied it off in a childish way with just two knots, but that is where it ended because my mother called for me and my brothers at about that time. I did not get to tie him up completely, talk about timing.

That is my story, I hope that I have posted it right and that you like it. I left the names out, because I can not remember any of the names except my brothers because of moving across country later that year.

Part 1 and Part 2 are also posted on my website, "Gillian's Word Mill" with illustrations drawn by me:
Part 1: www.restrainedtastes.com/wordmill/guest/truthordar e.htm
Part 2: www.restrainedtastes.com/wordmill/guest/uppingth eante.htm

Later in that in that same mid May evening, Tammy sat in one of the kitchen chairs, hoping for the power to come back on, or at least for the gaggle of teenagers to quit arguing in the kitchen, either of which was now seeming like it could take weeks.

"You're on your own, Andrea," Beth told her twin sister adamantly, as the last of the dinner dishes were done and put away, "I'm certainly not going to help you to tie me."

"OK, if you won't help me tie Mom up," Andrea said, "I'm sure Tina will."

"No, Tina won't, either," Tina said, "this was your deal with your Mom, you deal with it."

"Suppose she gets loose?" Andrea asked her sister. "Do you know what that means?"

"Yeah," Beth said, "I get tied up again, just like I would if she didn't. At least I get to wear something this time."

"You make it sound like you were naked, Beth," the twins' cousin Kathy added, "we were in our swimsuits."

"Maybe," Tammy, the twins' mother, interjected, "you'll listen to me the next time I ask you to put some clothes on? I suppose you're ready to start now?"

"Yeah," Andrea said fuming at the lack of help from the other girls, "who wants to go first?"

Kathy, who, like her cousins had changed into a lightweight long sleeve pullover top and jeans, looked around the room, and volunteered, "I will, if nobody else wants to." She'd already put the socks on her hands that had been used in her earlier tying, and stood up and offered her arms behind her for her cousin to tie.

Having been freed from her earlier ordeal by the other girls, and unable to see how she'd been tied earlier, Andrea was confused as to exactly which rope went where. She took three pieces of rope about the same length, and tied and cinched Kathy's wrists to the crook of her opposite elbows, and then bound and cinched her forearms in the center of her back. Andrea took the longest rope she could find, and wound it around her cousin's body and upper arms, once above and twice below Kathy's breasts, using the ends of the rope to cinch between her arms and body, before tying them off in the back. "I think I did that right," Andrea said, "is it as good as Mom's?"

"Yeah," Kathy said, merely flexing her fingers inside the socks, "I think I'm tied up for the night."

"Good," Andrea said, feeling pleased with herself, "but it's not all night, just until the bars close."

"By the time your Mom gets done with us it'll be all night." Tina said, "At least you get to stay untied until the bars close."

"At the rates she's going with tying her up, the bars might close before she's finished tying us up," Tammy said.

"Excuse me, I'm just trying to make sure she doesn't get loose like we usually did," Andrea said, helping Kathy sit in the chair as the girls had earlier. Andrea took two ropes of similar length, tied Kathy's right ankle to her left knee, running the rope under chair leg, back up and cinching it. Andrea repeated this process for Kathy's other knee and ankle. She ran a length of rope through Kathy's belt loops and used it to secure her waist to the chair. "It looks like that's right, but the only one that really matters is Mom's. I'll do you next Tina."

"What if one of us does get untied?" Tina asked, who'd changed clothes and now wore her sleep shirt with her blue jeans walking over to the kitchen table, and putting the socks on her hands, "wouldn't that make it their turn to tie everybody else up for five hours instead?"

"Yeah sure, get out of that," Beth said, "Its going to be bad enough waiting five hours to go to the bathroom, and then another five after that, and if Andy messes up here, another five?"

"Yeah but," Kathy said, "if she screws up, it won't be a full five hours, for any of us, except for her and your Mom."

"I guess that would make it an incentive for you girls to try to get loose," Tammy said, "I'll agree if everyone else does." 

"It's probably not going to matter much," Tina said, as Andrea bound Tina's arms behind her back, "Andy would have to really mess this up for one of us to get loose, but I'll take the chance."

"OK, fine, just tie me up until I have to get up in time to go to school Monday," Beth cried, "I don't know what you get out of this."

"Gee, Beth you're a good sport about this," Andrea said, now finished with her friend's arms and helping her sit in a chair, "Can we really tie her like that, Mom? She said it."

"No, five hours is long enough," Tammy said, "and you'd better untie us at the end of it, too. Unless you'd like to spend the weekend tied up until you have to go to school Monday."

"Never mind, Mom," Andrea said, remembering she'd already escalated the bet this far out of hand, and also remembering that both of the times her mother had tied her, there had been no chance of getting out. "I knew Beth wasn't being serious." Andrea seemed to take the time to consider her own upcoming state of tied up helplessness while she was tying Kathy's legs, "If I don't gag you, then we don't get gagged when it's our turn to get tied back up, is that a deal?"

"Yes," Beth said, "That is most definitely a deal with me."

"I'll agree too, Andrea," Tina said, as Andrea belted her to the chair, "at least that way we can talk all night long, if we can't do anything else."

"OK," Tammy said, "No gags, maybe it'll help you sleep better, anyway."

"What if we need to go to the bathroom?" Kathy asked, "I know that's a big thing about putting up with being tied up for five hours, but me and Tina and Beth aren't part of that. If one of us has to go, will you let us up? I mean you can tie us right back up again, even if we managed to get something loose."

"That's very fair Kathy," Tammy said, "I certainly would, and, if Andrea doesn't untie you to let you go, she'll be the one to clean everything up."

"Thank you, Mom," Beth said, giving her mother a hug, "I can at least live with that."

"So then can I tie you up until you have to go to school Monday?" Andrea asked Beth, "Like you said."

"Don't push it, Andy." Beth said, putting the socks on her hands. "This is still a dumb idea as it is."

"OK, then it looks like I'm done with you then, Tina," Andrea said, "I want you next, Beth, then Mom goes last."

"I'm still not going to tell you if you're doing it right or not." Beth said, turning around for her sister to tie her.

"I didn't expect you would," Andrea said, starting the arm tie on her sister, "but just remember, if Tina gets loose, she saw exactly how Mom tied."

"Yeah, but if she's tied up for 30 seconds, your turns over then, then it's hers to try to keep us for five hours, then back to Mom's turn," as the body ropes were applied to her. "Then it's over."

"Yeah but," Kathy added, "then Tina ties us up for two hours any time she wants to, when we go over her place."

"Oh right," Tina said, "like I'm just going to call you guys up and say come over here, I'm going to tie you up for a couple of hours." 

"Why not?" Beth said, sitting in a chair and folding her legs up like the other girls, "Mom would, and Kathy would go."

Andrea tied her sister's legs and looked at all the short pieces of rope she had left over that Tammy had originally used to cinch bindings with, she also saw that the long pieces would not be near as long as needed to really tie her mother up properly.

Unsure of how to measure and with the only real light in the room now coming from a Christmas candle, Andrea cut up some longer lengths, and hoped she knew what she'd done in tying the other three girls up.

"Your turn, Mom," Andrea said, starting to tie her mother's socked hands to her elbows. "I hope that's not too terribly tight." 

"You're doing OK," Tammy said, "at least for now anyway." Andrea continued binding her mother's arms as she had her sister, cousin, and friend; using what she thought was the best possible way she could, the whole time puzzling over the shorter lengths.

Andrea next applied the upper body ropes to her Mother's body, and almost too late realized the only place the short ropes could go was between the already tied ropes. Now Andrea had enough rope to go around her mother's arms and chest one more time. Andrea then used two shorter lengths to cinch those windings between her arms and body. "I figured it out, now, and none of you are getting loose." Beth crowed, now applying cinching ropes over the ropes she'd already done on her mother's arms. "Mom, sit back in the chair for me, please. You know what's next."

Tammy tucked her legs up in front of her, and watched as her daughter bound them. She tested her arm tie for any possible slack and there was none, and said, "I hope you didn't tie the girls any tighter than this, it might not be bearable for them."

"Remember, Mom," Andrea said, "it has to be a little tight, or you'll only get loose." She went around with the short ropes like a girl on a mission, adding the additional layer of cinching to everyone's bindings she could get to, leaving only the wrap around their forearms in back unreinforced. Andrea put the chairs in a square facing inward and tied the front chair legs together. "There, I think you're tied up enough, now. Still think you're getting loose?"

"Are you sure you're done now, Andrea?" Tammy asked.

"If I can't gag you, then I guess so," Andrea said, picking up the cotton balls and neckties, "after I blindfold you all. It's ten after eight now, which means I'll start untying everybody at one in the morning, and maybe we'll have Mom loose by quarter after."

"Why did I let you and Mom talk me into this?" Beth said, doing little more than flailing her body back and forth, as she watched the other girls get blindfolded, "This is pointless."

"No wonder, Beth," Tina said, as Andrea placed a cotton ball over each of her eyes then secured then in place with a necktie tied over them, and knotted at the back of her head, "just pulling like that makes everything tighter, you should learn how to relax."

"Relax, you say?" Beth asked, "How can I relax when I'm all tied up?"

"Just take it easy at first and see if there is any looseness in the ropes," Tammy said, "then work from there."

"There isn't any!" Beth exclaimed.

"There isn't supposed to be any," Andrea replied, as she caught Beth and blindfolded her too, placing one cotton ball over each eye, then tying a necktie over them to hold it in place. "OK, peoples have fun trying to get loose."

"Now I see why you gag them, Miss Tammy," Tina said. "Any luck?"

"Not with my arms, or feet either," Tammy said, leaning in as far forward as she could go, making sure the chair didn't start to tip inward. She said, "I tried leaning forward, but even the lap rope won't give." 

"You know bending over like that just gave me an idea on how to tie you when I get out of this," Kathy said, bending forward herself. "But I'm not sure I could stand that for two hours. Bent forward, tied shoulders to knees." Bending forward she got another idea, not much of one but an idea. "Hey guys, when I bent forward, I felt this seatbelt rope rise up against the chair back, If we keep it up one of us might be able to get it to break."

"I'll try it," Beth said as she bent forward, "OK, so it moves a little, so what?"

"So it's a start," Kathy said, bending back and forth, "maybe the friction could fray the rope, or at least get it to loosen some, then something."

Beth tried, bending her body forward and backward several times, and said, "If we all try this we'll be as thin as Tina, before we get loose." The young women could only sustain this activity for a few minutes at a stretch, but at least it gave them something to do, at least something to possibly look forward to. They'd occasionally try to shake or shrug off their arm bindings, but the ropes holding them to their chairs seemed to be the only one with any kind of give

Beth tried the hardest, working herself at a murderous pace just try to get the one rope undone. In less than an hour and a half, she just sat slumped forward, too exhausted to even try to shake her long dark hair behind her, letting it cascade onto her legs. She didn't even join in the conversations that would break out over the lack of progress.

"Are you OK Beth?" Tammy asked her daughter, "You've been awfully still and quiet for a while."

"I'm OK Mom," Beth said wearily, "just let me rest." The others took a break listening for Beth with quiet concern until she finally sat up and tossed her head back. "I'm just going to sit still for awhile, just let me fall asleep if I do."

"Andrea, will you have a look at Beth and make sure she isn't hurt or something?" Tammy said.

"She probably just wore herself out throwing herself around in the chair like that."

Andrea said, walking up behind Beth, "I didn't tell you guys to go bobbing for apples or anything. Hey, Beth, you all right?"

"Can I please have a drink of something?" Beth asked, "I'll be good."

"You don't have to be good," Andrea said, running some water and getting some ice to put in it, "just quit trying to kill yourself. You look like Hell, do you want me to untie you?"

Beth's natural instincts made her want to beg to be released, but she thought of what her Mother said earlier about fairness. She had to let the game continue and let her Mom prove her point, and maybe prove one of her own, too. "No let's keep playing, just let me rest awhile."

"There's no law that says you have to try to get free," Andrea said, holding the glass for her sister, "If none of you do, it makes it easier on us all anyway. Remember what you were told earlier, sip, don't gulp."

After Beth had her drink and settled down somewhat, Andrea took the tumbler around to her bound mother, cousin and friend, in that order offering them each some of the water. Andrea got a rubber band for her sister's hair and pulled it back into a pony tail, fixing it so it was no longer hanging in her face. "You still look awful, if you need to be let out, just ask me."

"I can handle it," Beth said, "Andy, thanks." 

"You're welcome." Andrea said and settled back to watch her other captives rocking back and forth.

Tina was the next one to decide she needed a break from trying to free herself, and discovered as she leaned forward, instead of resting back on her hands that it was the more comfortable of the two options available. "Hey guys lean in," Tina said, "at least this way you aren't leaning back on your hands, just don't fall asleep like this, it seems like a way to really mess your back up."

Beth, who was sitting facing Kathy, and had Tina on her right, asked Tina, "You give up too, huh?"

"Yeah, that rope just isn't going to give back there, and even if it did what could we do then?" Tina asked, "besides throwing us face forward off the chairs, if we could even do that. Are you feeling better?" 

"I am, a little, why?" Beth asked.

"You scared the Hell out of everybody," Tina said, "that's why."

"Oh, I thought you might have wanted me to start trying to get loose again," Beth said, "how long do you think we've been tied up?" 

"Maybe an hour at the outside," Tammy said, leaning forward to take a break also, "and to think it'll be daylight before all you girls are untied."

"I do have to say this about the rocking, it is good exercise," Kathy said, taking a break also, "but I'm not sure it's doing us much good otherwise. Everything still feels snug, can anybody feel if any of their ropes are untying?"

Tina said, "No," and one by one the other's agreed, Tina then suggested, "What if we tried kicking our feet back and forth?" 

Kathy tried and said, "Forget it, I'll cut my foot off trying that before the rope gives."

"I know what mine feel like." Tammy said, "This wasn't exactly like how I did you girls, but its close enough. I think Andrea really went after me here."

"You and me both, Mom," Beth said softly, "I'm stuck" 

"I know I'd be tied up until we have to go to school Monday." Kathy said. "I guess you too, Tina, I thought we might have had a chance."

"We still do Kathy," Beth said, "just rock as much as you can, the rope might get caught on a screw or something."

"I'll try, maybe later," Kathy said, "I want to just rest for a little bit first. Besides we've been fighting the seatbelts for an hour and look at what it got us."

Andrea resisted the urge to tell her subjects that they'd been tied up almost to the halfway point, if they wanted to believe they'd been tied for only half as long as they really had, she wasn't going to tell them any differently. Still concerned about her sister, and wanting not to anger her mother, Andrea padded barefoot over to them and asked, "Anybody want more water, or the bathroom or anything?"

Beth would have liked nothing more than to take a bath, but that wasn't really in line with what her mother had said earlier, and just said "No, thanks." Kathy didn't want to give what little progress she'd felt she'd made, and also declined. Tina, seeing her friends' resolve, shook her head no and said, "I'm all right."

"Are you sure you don't want to give up, Mom?" Andrea asked, "your hardheaded daughter doesn't know when to quit."

Kathy asked, "Which one?" and the circle of bound women shared their first laugh in a long time it seemed.

"If Beth wants to quit, she can quit." Tammy said sternly, "I'm not going to just let you tie me up for two hours any time you feel like it. Remember, you still have a turn coming, maybe two if your cousin gets loose."

"Like that's going to happen, the lights will probably come back on before then." Andrea boasted, "The Moon will probably come down and kiss me on my nose first, and all your acting like those drinking birds won't save you."

"What drinking birds?" Tina asked.

"The glass ones with a weight in the bottom, you tip them into a glass of water and they rock back and forth." Andrea teased, "Although Beth probably would have drowned by now."

"That's not funny, Andrea," Tammy said icily, "I want you to untie your sister and make sure she isn't hurt right now."

Andrea walked over and untied Beth's chair from the others, and then undid Beth slowly. Beth feeling her legs unbound, flexed them, and immediately realized she'd moved too fast, she whimpered and winced in pain as she retracted her legs back to the way they'd been folded. Moving more slowly this time she swung her legs to the floor and stood tentatively, slightly bent forward at the waist. She walked stiffly and awkwardly to the bathroom, massaging her wrists and arms where they'd been tied.

Once in the dark bathroom, she took off the socks from both her hands and feet, and ran cold water over her wrists and arms, then splashed some on her face. She felt bad for her mother, not knowing how much longer she had to stay tied up, and wondered if Andrea would be able to withstand five hours tied up straight through. Beth now knew she couldn't do it herself, and felt worried for her sister. She rubbed the cool water into her knees and ankles where they'd been tied, then patted herself dry with a thick soft towel.

Andrea heard the water running from the sink, and her sister splashing it. Andrea now had an idea of what to not do when her mother tied her up again. The only thing trying to get loose got everybody was hurt, Mom realized this, and it looked like she was going to win her end of the bet. Could Andrea stand to be tied for five hours herself, though? Probably she thought, as long as she remembered her mother's patience. What to do with Beth, if she ever came out of the bathroom was another issue. Andrea realized she probably wouldn't need to tie her sister as stringently as before to be effective, and the others being blindfolded, wouldn't have to know; part of her hoped Beth would just spend the rest of this turn hiding in the bathroom, Andrea hadn't wanted to really hurt her sister, and it was clear Beth wasn't enjoying the game at all, but at least under the rules they came up with, Beth would have to be bound to the chair as long as the bet continued.

Tammy sensed that Beth had been gone now for some time, much longer than need to relieve herself and maybe freshen up a bit. Five hours might be long an ordeal for the kids, She wasn't sure but thought they'd been tied for about three hours already, it wasn't the longest she'd been tied up, but wanted to make sure that her niece and her daughters' friend weren't having problems from being tied up so long. "Do you still think that being tied up is fun, Kathy?" Tammy asked her niece.

"Not as much fun as when you tied it, Aunt Tammy," Kathy said, "I think I was better off not being able to try to get loose if that makes any sense. Although I doubt seriously that I'll ever get out of this one. Where did you learn to tie like this?"

"Your mother," Tammy said with a laugh, "I don't think there's ever been a younger sister anywhere that wasn't tied up at least some time in her life. How are you doing over there, Tina?"

"I'm still tied up," Tina said with an exasperated sigh. "This is a good one even when it isn't tied all the way up, I gave up long before you made Andrea undo Beth. I hope she gets done in there soon though, I'm going to need to be let up soon."

"Is this the longest you've been tied up, Tina?" Tammy asked.

"Probably," Tina said, "I don't know what time it is exactly, but like the ten or so times Beth and Andy and I played tie up it never seemed like I was tied up this long. Is Beth OK?"

"I'm sure she is," Tammy said, then called out to Andrea, "Andrea, tell your sister Tina would like to go to the bathroom."

Beth heard her mother calling, and then her sister knock on the door, Beth put the socks on her hands and feet and went back out into the hallway, and presented her arms behind her for her sister to tie. "Here, just get this over with." Beth told Andrea.

"No," Andrea said, "I'd rather undo Tina first, then go to work on you."

"Gee, thanks" Beth said walking out into the dining room where her mother, cousin and friend still sat hopelessly bound to chairs. Beth gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and said, "Thank you for letting me up, I feel better now."

"Thank your sister, she untied you," Tammy said, "I can't even untie me."

"Thank you, Andrea." Beth said, as Andrea untied Tina, "Oh, and Tina, once you're untied, don't get up to run to the bathroom, just try sort of unfolding yourself first. It hurt me when I tried to move too fast."

"Well, I sort of already had that figured," Tina said, as Andrea undid her ropes, "If you want to wait until I get back to tie her, I can show you how to keep her from hurting herself worse, you forgot a few things."

"That's nice of you to do that now," Andrea said sarcastically, knowing this part of the bet was well over half settled, and feeling bad about her sister added, "If Beth can wait to get tied up even worse."

Beth mulled the decision over, either way she got tied up she wasn't getting out of but at least this way she at least stayed untied a little longer. She only wanted to make sure of one thing first, "I'll wait as long as it's no gag," Beth said, "you promised."

"No gags, Beth," Tina reassured, as she made her way to the bathroom, "You look like you've really been through Hell."

"I don't know why I agreed to let you kids do this," Tammy said, "if you feel that bad, Beth, just quit and go lay down or something." 

"Who talked who into what, Mom?" Andrea said, "you can stop it now, all you have to do is quit yourself."

"Don't do it, Mom," Beth said, "I'm all right, really." 

"You're right I won't do it, just because I'm not about to let your sister torture you like this for the rest of your life." Tammy said, "Andrea will be made to take her turn."

"Then you have to make Beth take her turn again." Andrea taunted, "we all get tied the same way."

"Fine," Tammy retorted, "but Tina is not allowed to help you tie Beth up, then."

"Then Beth can just get tied up right now." Andrea replied, "I'm sorry Beth, but hands behind you."

Beth put her arms behind her as she had done earlier, and Andrea tied her sister's arms while still snug, not quite as so tight as before, wrapping then cinching her arms in the middle of her back, then her wrists to the opposite elbows. Beth shuddered a little bit as her body ropes were redone then cinched also, and that rope tied and cinched. Andrea remembered now the rope she'd forgotten, the one that went from one wrist to the other, by way of coming up under the victim's armpits and across the back of the neck. "I see now if you didn't gag us, you'd use this rope to pull us back in the chairs, but tying the rope to the gag meant we couldn't even move our heads." Andrea said, "We are not going to get loose when Mom ties us."

"No," Beth asked, As Andrea looped a rope around the one at the base of her neck and tied it off the rope holding her waist to the chair. "Did you just figure that one out? She had us tied for two solid hours where all I could do was to wiggle my toes and fingers inside of my socks. How did you think we'd ever get out of that?"

"Well I sort of hoped that after five hours, Kathy would have thought of something." Andrea said helping Beth down on the chair, "or Tina, or you, maybe even Mom."

"I'm glad I was on that list somewhere," Tammy said, "but if there's a way out of this one we never found it. Your Aunt Elizabeth and I got much better at tying than we ever did at getting free."

"So Mom used to tie you up a lot then when she was our age?" Kathy asked, "that's kind of odd."

"Not really, there weren't a lot of malls and the first home video games weren't coming out until around when you were born, as well as the first VCRs, so there wasn't a lot to do besides watch TV and even they had a lot of shows with women tied up in them then." Tammy said, "although I don't think most girls back then got tied quite as much as we did, it was just in fun, for the most part, of course there's always the times somebody decided they had to go to extremes."

Beth looked hard at Andrea, and Andrea looked back at Beth and said, "What's that look for? I didn't tie you any tighter than I did the first time." Andrea had Beth's legs folded up and tied knees to ankles, and then each knee and ankle roped back down to the chair legs in front. Andrea moved behind Beth, tying the seat belt rope as she had earlier, and now looping a rope to the one at the back of her sister's neck and tying it off in the back of the chair to the rope forming the seat belt. "Now rock your way out of that one."

Beth tried pulling herself forward, but her sister's knots had been tied well enough to not slip. "I'm still not going to get loose, but thanks for not being so mean this time."

By the time Tina returned from the bathroom Andrea had finished blindfolding her sister, and was waiting by the empty chair. Tina walked by Beth and looked down at the added ropes, "I see you figured it out without me. All you had to do was pull our chest ropes back too, that would have worked."

"Yeah but that would mean tying them up more." Andrea said, cupping her own breasts underneath, "I'm sorry I'm not like that." 

"Aren't all cats grey at midnight?" Kathy asked.

"Particularly grey ones," Beth said, missing the drift of the conversation.

Tina was soon bound and her blindfold in place like her friends, and the chairs put back into a rough square, the front legs secured so as to prevent tipping the chairs over. Beth, Tina and Tammy just shifted in their seats to get comfortable, Tammy doing somewhat more squirming than the younger women, Kathy continued trying to rock her way at least free of one rope, but for all intents and purposes this round was over. There was some more idle chatter, but the lights didn't come back on, and this batch of contestants was eventually let loose. Beth was the first one released, who then tore at her Mom's bindings to free her. Andrea hadn't lied, they'd been tied up for an honest five hours and let go.

Tammy made as quick as she could for the bathroom, with an anxious Kathy waiting her turn. "Kath, you could've gone, you know that," Beth asked. "Why torture yourself like that?"

"I thought I had a chance, and I lost track of time." Kathy said, "but I thought I had a chance."

When a relieved and refreshed Tammy came out of the bathroom, Kathy quickly darted in, and Beth again presented her socked hands to be tied behind her. Tammy weakly patted her daughter's shoulder, and said, "Some time later sweeties, I think we all need to sleep right now." She kissed the children good night and toddled off to her bedroom, and Andrea made her way to her own bed; Beth, drained from the exertions of trying to free herself, got as far as the living room sofa. She was asleep before her friend and family said good night. Tina slept in Beth's bed, since Beth had claimed the place Tina planned on occupying.

Andrea, the least tired of the bunch, lay awake in her bed for a while, she hadn't had to spend most of her energy as the others had, but now doubts arose, keeping her awake. There was now the problem of not knowing when, if ever, Mom would decide to take her turn. The other, more nagging issue was when the time came would Andrea be able to handle the five hours tied up as well as her mother, or as poorly as her sister?

Yet it was right around this time that I suddenly realized that one of my sisters, six years my senior (she was 17), had all the assets I was so consumed with: she was "stacked." On top of that, "Margot" had other trappings of sex appeal that were the essence of beauty at that time: long, straight brown hair down to her butt, a penchant for wearing tube tops, that crazy blue eye shadow, etc. Ultimately, realization turned to obsession when something common place became something sublime: every evening and morning of my life she strutted around in various sheer nightgowns that, upon a second look, not only displayed the shape of her probably 36-c breasts exquisitely but also displayed the darker areas which were clearly her areoli as well as her nipples when protruding (for whatever reason). How, I wondered, could I have never noticed this before? In the same way, I also wondered why I never noticed how these loosely-fitting garments were forever falling off of her body. Sleeves and straps of her nightgowns were constantly hanging about her arms, providing me with a display that, in any world outside of the innocense of family life, would be considered seductive if not pornographic. Unfortunately, however, I was perverse enough at that age to be able to detach myself from the aspect of family and began to perceive this display as nothing short of carnal.

So obsession ultimately became fantasy. Though I didn't care for "Margot" as a person, per se, as a woman she became what I perceived as a Playboy bunny in the bedroom next to mine. And, as such, my desires were for her to be some sort of bound damsel, which were the primary themes of my fantasies involving her. Myriad attempts to initiate some sort of game wherein I'd tie her up took place. She, being nothing less than a bitch, reacted harshly. If not going as far as to literally punch me than to at least lambasting me as some annoying and perverted punk brother. However, I couldn't stop. I just wanted to feel her flesh under my palm... a "real" woman's warm flesh. I knew she I had no options besides or opportunities her.

Persistense paid off. A Saturday morning escapade wherein we were agrueing led to her feigning unconsciosness on the very couch we were fighting over, clearly as an attempt to make the fued seem futile. Unfortuneately, she was wearing a nightgown that late morning that I had begun to favor as it so easily fell off of her shoulders. Yanking her arms out of anger had this effect on the nightgown and my anger turned to arousal. Unable to resist, I allowed myself to evolve into this menacing character and began touching the very shoulders I'd bared. Much to my shock, however, "Margot" did not swat me away that morning. Rather, I detected a change in her breathing. She liked it, though still feigning unconsciousness. I didn't know the word for it at the time, but this was making her "horny," "excited" or whatever. Mainly, what we were doing was having the same effect on her as it was on me. She liked it. She liked me being menacing and threatening. Exposing her skin nad touching it. I was in heaven. Feeling her warm skin while playing the part of the villian was overwhelmingly intoxicating for me.

Unfortunately, this sacred and intense triste was destroyed with the sound of my father opening the back door after returning from a tennis match. We shook-off our horniness and pretended to bewatching TV. It took about two weeks before I had the balls to try this again... and it worked the same way it had before. Now I knew there was some part of this game that seemed to have the same mysterious effect it had on me. By about the fifth time we did this (and by this time her clues that she wanted to partake were becoming obvious), I used the jump-rope I'd tucked under the couch to bind her. Thank my lucky stars, she did not object to me ostensibly binding her wrists as the game developped. Soon enough, I discovered that she didn't mind her torso or legs being bound as well, so long as I kept "in-character." This little game "Margot" and I started continued on and off for seven years, growing more intense as time went on. We never, ever talked about it, discussed it, etc. We just played it, knowing it aroused us both in strange ways. Neither of us had any knowledge of "bondage" as a "lifestyle," coming from a small town where such interests were never mentioned. All we knew was that we had some very strange desires that aroused us like no others at times that could not be satisfied by our girlfriends and boyfriends. So we relied upon this forbidden and secret relationship to satisfy us.

But I speak only for myself. Although when you're 16 and your twenty-two-year-old sister calls your mother to have you come over to fix a doorknob and your sister answers the door all dolled-up, perfumed and bejeweled while wearing a towel and starts pleading with you not to tie her up and whip her, you can assume that she has some interest in such things.

Side Note: Jodie and I use our real names in these stories. My sister and Jodie’s brother did not wish to use their real names.

Onto the story.

It was early on the Wednesday morning; I was lying around half asleep in bed, thinking about what happened on Monday (see my prev post dated 29 Jan 01). The scene that kept running around and around in my head was me seeing Beth appearing outside the bedroom door as Jodie and I were playing a tie up game.

At about 8:30, I heard the front door close, and I presumed that my mum had gone to work. I got up, and opened up the blinds in my bedroom and saw mum’s car reversing out of the driveway. She saw me and I waved goodbye to her. She waved back and drove off. 

I did the usually routine in the bathroom, and I headed to the kitchen to get myself some breakfast. And just my luck, there was no more cereal left, so I had to settle for some toasted bread and butter.

I settled down in front of the television and watched Good Morning Australia; a pretty dull talk show that shows the same segments over and over again. 

They were showing a leg shaver segment, which I’d seen at least a dozen times, when Beth strolled into the room. She sat down next to me, and complained, “Where’s all the cereal gone?”

“I don’t know, there wasn’t any left when I woke up”

She looked at the TV and said, “Why are you watching this?”

“There’s nothing else to watch”

Beth grabbed the remote from my hands, and turned off the TV. “Well, come outside with me, you can help me practice my goal keeping.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the couch and half dragged me into the backyard.

Beth played soccer for the school, and she was the goalkeeper. She let through five goals on the weekend, and her coach wasn’t too happy about that. 

Our backyard wasn’t all that big, but there was enough room for us to set up a net, so Beth could practice. The net was made using a few wooden planks and a canvas.

I looked at Beth and saw that she was still in her PJs. I suggested that she should get changed and agreed. I was also still in my PJs and I thought that I’d better get changed as well.

I changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I put on my runners and decided to forego the socks today. Beth came out in basically the same thing, except she had her white socks on.

She tied her hair in a ponytail and put on a pair of gloves. I threw the soccer ball at me and told me to start when I was ready. Me not being much of a soccer player, I usually throw the soccer ball instead of kicking it.

She managed to save the first couple I threw at her, but then she missed about five in a row, which made me laugh a little. She noticed this and was a little annoyed.

“You think you can do better? Fine, let’s see how well you do, you cocky little bastard.” she challenged me.

There was no way I could refuse her challenge, so I accepted it. She took off her gloves and shoved them into my hand. I put them on and took to my post as goalkeeper. I noticed that the canvas was getting a little bit worn, and there were a few holes staring to emerge. 

As I turned around, Beth fired the soccer ball straight at my chest and before I could react, I found myself flat on my back in the back of the net. Beth burst out laughing, and I regained my composure. 

“Not fair! I wasn’t ready,” I complained.

“Well, you should’ve been. A goalkeeper must always be ready for anything.” she laughed again.

I threw the ball back at her, and she fired in another one. I managed to save this one and triumphantly threw my hands in the air.

But that was the highlight of my goalkeeping stint, as I let through another seven or eight in a row, before I gave up.

“Not easy is it. That’ll teach you for being cocky,” she teased.

I looked a little dejectedly at Beth, and we switched back to our normal roles. She managed to save about three quarters of the balls I threw down before dad called out for Beth from inside the house. 

We ran into the house and found Dad in the kitchen. He reminded Beth that she had soccer practice today at 10:00, and that he was giving her a lift when he went to work.

Beth obviously forgot; as she rushed into her room to get change into her soccer uniform. She came back fully dressed in her soccer outfit (red shirt, white shorts, red knee high socks and soccer boots). 

Dad finished drinking his coffee, and I was left alone by myself. Soccer practice was due to finish at noon, and she was going to take the bus home, which would take about half an hour.

I turned the TV on, and found someone telling me about the wonders of some new mop. The phone rang about twenty minutes later, and I answered it. It was Jodie.

She rang to invite me over to her house next Monday. I said yes, and asked on Beth’s behalf, if she could come too. She was a little hesitant, but said yes.

She told me that she played another game with Mark on the Monday night. They’d acted out a scenario where Mark was an evil villain, and Jodie was a nosey little junior detective who got found out, and was given the right treatment. She said that it was a little difficult, as Mark had to assume two roles as villain and hero. She also said that she hoped to play it again on Monday when there would be more people involved.

I said that it was a great idea, and that I was looking forward to it. I told her about what happened in the morning and how Beth had kicked my arse in goal keeping. Even Jodie laughed at me when I told her.

She suggested that we could make a little tip up game out of it, whereby the winner is the person who scores the most goals out of ten, and the winner got to tie up the loser. I told her that it was a good idea, but I would always be the one who would end up being tied up. 

She said that instead of playing a soccer game, we should play something that we were both good at. I didn’t know any sports that we were both equally talented at, so Jodie recommended something other than sports. I thought about Monopoly, which was the only board game we had at home (!), but that would’ve taken too long. 

Jodie then came up with the idea of playing a card game or some sort. I said that the chances were about 50-50 of me winning, and I told her that I really wanted to tie up Beth. She suggested that I rig the card deck so that I would win every time. She told me that Blackjack was the easiest game to rig. 

Basically, all I had to do was to rig the cards so that I would get a high total with my two cards and so would Beth, but my cards would be higher than hers, and Beth’s would be high enough so that she wouldn’t ask for a hit. 

It was getting close to 11:30, so I finished off my conversation with Jodie, and got started with rigging the deck. I rummaged through the house for about fifteen minutes before I could find a pack of cards that still had all 52 cards in the pack.

After a bit of trial and error, I finally managed to rig the deck so that I would win every game. I carefully placed them back into the pack, and left it on the coffee table in the lounge area.

It was almost 12:30 when I finished, and Beth would be home soon. I quickly got lunch prepared (microwaved lasagne) and waited for Beth to come home.

She arrived just as lunch was ready. We settled down at the kitchen table and finished the lasagne quickly, as we were both very hungry (a breakfast of a slice of bread isn’t very filling).

Beth got changed out of her soccer uniform and back into what she wore that morning, minus the runners. I cleaned up the kitchen, and we both ended up on the couch in the lounge.

I told her that Jodie had invited us both to her house on Monday. Beth asked me why Jodie had invited her and I told her.

She got rather excited after hearing my response, saying that she was very eager to play another tie up game after so many years.

“Jodie suggested that you and me play a little game before Monday, just to refresh your memory.” I told Beth.

“Oh goody!” she clapped her hands. “I doubt I could’ve waited until Monday to play. So, what are we going to play?”

“Very simple game. Five hands of blackjack, winner is the one who wins the most hands. OK?”

She looked a little puzzled, but agreed to play.

I grabbed the cards that lay on the coffee table, and dealt to myself first, then Beth. Like I envisaged, she asked to stay. I stayed as well. She showed her cards, totalling 18. I showed her mine, and Ace and an 8. 1-0 to me.

The second game was similar, she had 18 again, and I had two queens. 2-0 to me.

The next game, I decided to deal her first, and she obviously won. 2-1 to me.

The fourth game, I dealt myself a Blackjack, and Beth two royals. Whoops, 3-1 to me. 

“Well, I guess I win, three games to one.” I said.

Beth threw her cards up in the air, she looked a little disappointed and told me that she would rather do the tying, but I won the match (albeit unfairly), so I got to tie her. 

I picked up the cards and put them back into the pack.

“I guess I have to be tied up, huh?” she said quietly.

“I guess to.” was my reply.

“Well, let’s get on with it.” she said impatiently.

Now, we didn’t have much rope at home, all we had were little bits of clothesline lying in the garage. 

I told Beth to wait for me in her room while I went to the garage to get the rope. Like I said, there wasn’t much, in total I found about three metres of rope lying around the garage. I grabbed all of it and went to Beth’s room.

She was sitting on the side of her bed waiting for me. She propped up as soon as she saw me. She spread out her arms and said, “Well, I’m all yours.”

I told her to turn around and put her hands behind her back. She complied and I tied her wrists using one of the smaller lengths of rope. It only went around her wrists three times, but I thought that it was sufficient. I tied it nice and tight, and asked her to test it. 

She gave a little tug and said, “Nope, can’t get free.”

Satisfied with her response, I took the longest piece of rope and used it to tie her arms. It just managed to go around her body twice, but it looked a little uncomfortable, so I asked Beth if it was alright. She nodded, and said that it was fine.

There was only one more piece of rope left, and that was for her ankles. I helped her to sit down on the floor next to her bed. She kindly put her ankles together for me (how nice!), and I tied them together with the final piece of rope. It went around her ankles twice, and looked to me as though it was tight enough.

“OK, I’m finished now. See if you can get loose.” I said.

She struggled for a while before saying, “How am I supposed to et out of this?”

“This isn’t like when you played when you were eight, welcome to the big league!” I joked.

“Haha, very funny.” she said sarcastically. 

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you alone now.” I said walking out of the room.

“Hey, wait a minute. Haven’t you forgotten something?” she queried.

I was puzzled. “I don’t have any more rope if that’s what you mean.”

“No, no. What’s to stop me from yelling out for help, huh?”

“Oh.” I finally caught on. “Are you sure you want me to gag you? After all, this is your first time in a while.”

I had thought about gagging her, but I decided against it since this was her first game in about six years. However she insisted.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Just get on with it.” she persisted.

We didn’t have any of that black electrical tape that Jodie had, so I asked her if I could use one of her soccer socks. She said yes, and I went over to her drawer. I picked out one of the long red socks, and closed the drawer.

I walked over to her and put the sock close to her mouth. “Open up” I asked.

She opened her mouth and I slotted the sock in and tied it behind her head.

I left her alone and had walked out the door when she yelled at me again.

“Hey, this thing isn’t very good?” Beth yelled out. It was slightly muffled, but you could make out what she was saying. 

I went back to her, and pulled her gag down to her neck.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

“This gag doesn’t work very well.” she complained.

I was a little surprised that she would make this comment. “What do you want me to do about it?” I asked her.

“I don’t know, you should know more about it than me.”

“Well, Jodie usually uses tape, but we don’t have any of that stuff at home.”

“Then try putting the sock over my mouth instead of putting it in my mouth.”

“Alright, if that’s what you want.” I undid the gag and retied it over her mouth. “Is that better?”

She tested it out and nodded. You could still hear her speak, but it was more muffled than before. 

I left the room and was half expecting her to call me back again, but she didn’t.

I went back into the lounge room and turned the TV on. There was still nothing much interesting on, it was mostly talk shows and black and white movies. I got bored after a while, and decided to have a little play on the computer.

I walked past Beth’s room and saw that she was still sitting next to her bed as I had left her. She saw me, and asked yelled out for me.

I pulled down her gag, and she asked me for some water. I went back into the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water and went back to Beth.

I bent down beside her and slowly tipped the water into her mouth until she finished it. She thanked me, and I put the gag back on her.

I went to my room and turned on the computer. I started to play Doom, and I soon lost track of time. When I finally got tired of the game, I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 3. 

Shit, I thought. Beth’s been tied up for over an hour and a half.

I ran quickly into Beth’s room, and found her lying on her side and fast asleep. I quickly knelt down beside her and slowly helped her up into a sitting position. Her eyes began to open, and when she saw me, she started shouting and yelling at me.

Now I’m in trouble, I thought.

I pulled down her gag, and she wasted no time in yelling at me.

“Are you deaf? Couldn’t you hear me yelling out?” she was really pissed. 

“No, I was playing on the computer.” I said quietly.

“What are you waiting for, hurry up and untie me.” she roared.

I quickly untied her. She tried to get up but couldn’t. I offered her my hand, which she tightly gripped and helped herself up. 

She did a bit of stretching before turning on me again. “I am so pissed off at you. I can’t believe that you couldn’t hear me. I was calling out at the top of my voice, and you’re room’s just next door.”

She pushed me and I fell back onto her bed.

“Look, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again alright.” I was beginning to feel like a kid after being scolded by a teacher.

I got up off her bed but Beth pushed me back down. “You’d better make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Beth said sternly. 

I thought about telling her about the cards, but I didn’t want to upset her any more because she would blow her top if I told her.

It was about 4:00 in the afternoon when things had calmed down and Beth and I were back in the lounge playing cards again. We played Poker instead of Blackjack, and Beth was on a roll. She’d won about four or five games in a row, and looked to be in good spirits, so I decided to tell her about the cards.

“Um, Beth. There’s something that you should know.” I said.

With a smile on her face, she asked “What is it?”

“Umm, I sort of rigged the deck when we were playing Blackjack.” I stammered out.

Her smile quickly disappeared, and her eyes widened.

Now I’m in for it, I though.

“What? You sneaky little bastard.” she shouted.

“Hey, it wasn’t my idea. It was Jodie’s.” I said, trying to defend myself.

“I don’t care whose idea it was. You cheated!”

I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just avoided eye contact with her.

“Alright! That’s it. Come with me.” she said grabbing my arm and forcing me off the couch.

She dragged me into her room and pushed me down onto her bed.

“Stay there till I get back.” she ordered.

I dared not go anywhere, but I knew what was coming. Beth came back with the three pieces of rope that I’d used on her.

“Turn around.” she commanded.

I quickly lay down on my stomach and put my hands behind my back. She tied me in exactly the same way as I had tied her; hands behind my back, ankles tied and arms tied to my chest.

She went over to her drawer and pulled out another one of her long red socks. She placed it over my mouth and knotted it at the back of my head and said, “Don’t bother calling out, because I’m not going to listen.”

She shut the door behind her and left me. 

I decided not to make an attempt to get free, because it would only further infuriate my sister, who was already close to boiling point. So I just lay there and waited for Beth to come back and untie me. 

Time passed, and it was getting close to 5:00pm and mum would soon be back from work and I didn’t want her to see me like this. 

I began to get a little worried as the clock ticked past 5:00. My fears were soon put to rest when Beth finally opened her bedroom door.

However, she didn’t untie me, she just sat down on the bed next to me.

She said, “Now before I untie the rest of you, you have to promise me that you’ll never play a dirty trick like that again. Agreed?” I nodded.

She continued, “And promise me that you’ll never leave me tied up for that long again. OK?” I nodded again.

She untied my ankles and my arms, before making me promise her again. She untied my wrists and I undid the gag. 

There were a few rope marks around my ankles and wrists, I gave them a good rub before they went away. Beth packed away the rope, and we again found ourselves in the lounge room.

Mum came home a short while later, and asked us if we had a good day. We looked at each other and said yes.

She then disappeared into her bedroom. Beth and I watched TV for a little while before she went with mum to do the grocery shopping. 

Nothing much happened for the rest of the week, I went out with a few friends to see a movie, and Beth had more soccer practice to go to (the finals were held on that weekend. The team got through to the final, but lost 4-1). 

I was just looking forward to Monday. 
 

That’s a story for next time and I hope you enjoyed reading this. 

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When I got there at 6:00 pm my uncle was just running out of the house to work nights. When I got in Rachel filled my in as to the whereabouts of my aunt. She had gone on a business trip and would be gone during my stay.

Rachel wore a bikini top, cut-off jean shorts, and was barefoot. "Now that everybody is gone," Rachel said. "I bet you I can get out of any knot you tie me in."

I looked at her with a smile and said "Give me 5 minutes" I gathered materials from around the house. I returned to the Rec Room and saw Rachel just hanging up the phone.

"Who was that?" I asked. "I invited Laura over. I filled her in on whats going on and then some..." "And then some?" "Yes," She started "this time we will play a game to tie us up. We will play hide and go seek. If you can't find either of us in 10 minutes, we tie you up. Otherwise..." She trailed off. I understood perfectly. Without any delay, the doorbell rang and we greeted Laura.

Laura was barefoot, and wore a t-shirt and jeans. She entered we went into the living room. I was to count here for 20 seconds and start my watch timer for 10 minutes. I counted and my heart was racing. I was very determined to find them if you know what I mean.

I quickly searched the basement and main floor of the house with nothing. Only 4 minutes left. Only place left was upstairs. I bounded up the stairs and burst into Rachel's room.

I looked around a little bit and was about to leave when I swore I heard a faint giggle. I stopped dead in my tracks. I checked under the bed again and found nothing. I heard giggling again.

I walked over to the closet and pressed my ear against the door and heard breathing. I neglected to search the closet before for I didn't want to invade Rachel's privacy or find stuff or whatever.

I opened the door and founf the girls crouched there. I rejoiced inside and solemnly said "Looks like you girls are caught." We all went downstairs to the living room where I had the supplies. Now I had to figure HOW I was going to tie them.

I began with Rachel. I sat brought a chair from the kitchen. I sat her down and placed her arms on the arms of the chair. I tightly tied each wrist to the arm of the chair, then the same with the elbows.

"I will get out of this easily." Rachel boasted. "That reminds me." I said. I got 2 hankys, balled them up and shoved them in her mouth. Then I got another one to tie around her head, cleave-gagging her. Still not finished I grabbed the duct tape and put a few strips of that over her face. She tried to scream but it sounded more like a moan.

I tied her torso to the chair by winding rope around her chest above and below her breasts.

I spread her legs and tied each ankle and shin to each leg of the chair. And just for extra I tied her bare thighs down to the seat of the chair. She couldn't move at all.

I sat Laura in a recliner and pulled out the foot rest. I tied her wrists together infront of her and then wound rope around that vertically. The I took some rope and tied a knot around the frame underneath the chair. I pulled her hands abover her head and tied her hands to the rope attached to the frame.

Then I tied her bare ankles similar to her wrists. I tied them down to the foot rest. Then I tied her knees together for good measure.

I ran out of hankys so I got a dish towel from the kitchen. Laura stared at this and said "You gotta be kidding me!" I simply shoved the entire thing in her mouth, making her cheeks bulge. I plastered the lower half of her face with 8 strips of duct tape. Now I wacthed them squirm.

Rachel had already worked up a sweat trying to free herself. But all she could do was wiggle her fingers and toes.

Rachel was pulling with her wrists above her head but to no avail. She twisted her legs around trying to get free but it just didn't work.

They were mmmpphing and grunting underneath their gags like crazy.

After 20 minutes, I walked over to Rachel who looked up at me innocently. I viciously tickled her exposed belly and sides while she cringed her fingers and toes and moaned under her gag.

I then got an idea. I got the whole ice cube tray. I both girls eyes went wide.

I took ice and rubbed it on Rachels toes and feet for a while. Then I brought it up to her chest and she let out muffled screams. I pushed the ice around her breasts and let her be.

I walked over to Laura who dreaded knowing what was to come. Her wriggling bare feet at the end of the chair were begging to be tickled. I tickled her bare feet and exposed arm pits for 10 minutes. Then she got to know the ice.

I rubbed ice on her soles and toes and she wiggled her feet away. I actually had to hold her feet while I placed ice in between her toes. I pulled her T-shirt up a little and rubbed some on her belly.

She was moaining under her gag the whole time. I then dropped 2 ice cubes down her shirt to where her breasts were and held her still so she couldn't shake them out.

I then left them for an hour. Afterwards I came back to see that they had made no progress whatsoever so I untied them. As soon as the gags were off I really got it for the ice stunt.

But later they came to me and said that it kind of felt good. Well, there is 1 more story involving more of Rachel's friends if anybody is interested... 

S.D.M.

I said "Nice of you to wake up, Ms. Maria" in a villian's voice.

She replied, "You leave me alone, Tickler! You'll never make me talk!" She was a really good actress in our tie-up games.

I sneered and said "We'll see about that. Tell me everything you know about my secret plans!"

She refused, saying "Never!"

"Ok then we'll do it the hard way" I said.

I picked up my feather from my desktop(I always had one handy) and moved it up and down the beautiful bare soles of her feet.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOO! STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" she screamed.

"Oh, is Ms. Maria ticklish?" I asked her in a devilish voice as I moved the feather in between her cute little toes.

"AHHHHH! HAHAHAHA! YES!" she shrieked.

"Then why don't you just tell me what you know?" I asked in sort of an innocent voice as I continued to mercilessly tickle her feet.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! NO! NEVER! I WON'T! AHHHHHHHH!" she replied screaming.

"Ok suit yourself" I said.

Then I dropped the feather and began to tickle her feet furiously with my fingers(which tickles a LOT more than a feather!).

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOOO! OK! OK! I'LL TALK!!!!!!" she laughed and screamed. She was crying now.

"That's more like it" I said.

Then she made up something about me planning to rob the jewelry store, and I told her she was correct. Then I told her since she knew too much, I couldn't let her go.

Then she cried out "You'll never get away with this!" and then kept rambling on about how I better let her go or she'll scream, so I quickly grabbed a rolled-up sock from my dresser as a gag and stuffed it in her mouth while she was still talking.

"MMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she let out a muffled scream.

Then I took 2 bandannas and tied them tightly over her mouth so she wouldn't be able to spit the gag out.

Then I told her "Well Ms. Maria, I have a jewelry store to rob now, so i'll leave you here with this bomb" 

The "bomb" was my alarm clock. I set the alarm to go off in 10 minutes and placed it next to the chair. Maria let out some more muffled screams to play along. Then I left the room and went to the kitchen for 10 minutes. When the alarm went off, I untied Maria and then it was my turn to be kidnapped. But that's another story... 

I locked my own hands behind my back. I went to her door, heart pounding like you wouldn't believe, and knocked. Lori yelled "who is it?. Its your cousin, can you come here for a second? I stammered. I thought my heart was going to jump out of chest. Lori openned the door, and I looked in her eyes just once, showing my embarassment. She was wearing sweatpants, sneakers and a t-shirt. By the way, she is drop-dead gorgeous. She's like 5'7, long brown hair and is nicely stacked as wee as slim and is in her mid twenties. She has that living barbie doll look, with blue eyes. My brother said she got a boob job to get a chest like that, but I don't care she looks great. 

What's up? she said, (I think she was working out), Can you do me a really big favor? Why are you hands behind your back? she shot back. Well, that's the favor, I'm stuck in these police cuffs and can't get them off. My heart was still thumping hard. She almost cracked up laughing, and turned me around...."You goof, how did you manage that? Well I just wanted to see if I could get free with the key - Unfortunately, I can't. Please Help me! I must have had pleeding eyes, and she just looked at me with a devilish look. "I'll tell you what, I'll help you out of those if you promise to help me at the office on saturday, I'll pay you 50 bucks." I can't, I'm playing cards at my gifriends house. " Well I guess you're going to stay cuffed then" "Come on, that's extortion...." I replied. "So, the way I see it you don't have a choice" I see your point....OK, besides I need the money! She took the key from my hand and unlocked one of the cuffs. "Thanks, it's a wierd feeling not being able to get free". She looked at me and said "tell me about it!", and walked back over to her exercise mat making me wonder what she ment so I had to follow up. 

"Lori, can you do me another favor? Sure, what's up? Now she was on the mat doing crunches. I know this sounds pathetic for a 14 yr. old to have a crush on his cousin but I do. "My friend lisa can get out of these things with the key, can you help me figure out how to do it". She had this look like she knew I wanted to handcuff her. "can I put these on you, and watch how you do it - if you can do it!" I said sheepishly. You want to cuff me? I'll tell you what, turn around...she grabbed the cuffs from my hand.."give me your hands.....she then re-cuffed my hands behind me." Go in the bathroom and look in the mirror to see what you're doing". I need to work out see if you can do it yourself. "Good idea" I said, even though I wanted to see what she looked like locked up. I want into the bathroom to look in the mirror, even though I knew I could take them off. After a few minutes I yelled to her " I still can't do it. It's hard to see behind me." If you don't leave me alone for a little bit, I'll really show you what it's like to be restrained." As soon as she said that, I knew she was kinky herself, but I really wanted to cuff her! I guess me locked up was a close second. Knowing that I can instigate her, I went over to her and said "those aren't real crunches, your're doing it all wimpy! She scrared the hell out of me, or excited me with what she said next. She stopped exercising, sat up and I'll never forget it "You're into bondage, aren't you." My mouth instantly dried up. I felt like she was reading my mind. Couldn't even answer her. I probably just looked stunned. "Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. I think it's cute. I'll tell you what, since this obviously is what you want, you're in for it." She went into her bedroom and came back with a small bag. "I'll make a deal with you. This'll be our little secret, OK". "What, do you think I want anyone knowing about this?, I shot back. Besides, I'm still cuffed and can't get out. With a glint in her eye she said "You like being helpless, don't you? "Actually, I like looking at pictures of girls tied up." She took my chin in her hand and made me look in her eyes and said " I 've played tie-up games ever since I was 12 and your in trouble", she said with a smile on her face. She had me lay down on the carpeted floor, then used the rope to tie my feet. Then she took the cuffs off, and tied my hands very tightly. While she was tieing me we talked about these games. She said to hum the national anthem if anything is seriously wrong. When she was done, I was hogtied tightly. i never felt so vulnerable in my life - but i liked the feeling. "Last thing, open your mouth'. I did and she put a ballgag in and buckled it behind my head. You're done, now how we play is if you can get free, you can get your chance to tie me up, got it" I couldn't say a thing. She left me like this to struggle and went to finish exercising. I struggled but couldn't move much. She knew what she was doing. I must of tried to get free for like 15 minutes before she came over to me and started taunting me. "Can't get free, now can you....rope too tight?. Poor baby". I was her prisoner, and I couldn't do anything about it. She then took my sneakers off and proceeded to tickle me. I couldn't take it. It must have lasted only 3 minutes because mu eyes teared all up and my nose got stuffy. It was getting hard to breathe, but I was having so much fun. She would say things like "guess you can't do anything to stop me" and the like. Well, then I really couldn't breathe. I was getting all stuffed, and with the ball gag in my mouth, this was actually uncomfortable so I had to hum the national anthem. She immediately took the gag out and asked if I was Ok. I said yes and told her why I used her stop signal. She untied me and said, that's it for today. 

Well, here I am. I had the best bondage experience that I ever had, and I have a sexy gal who's willing to play. Unfortunately she's my cousin. If the readers of this site like this story, I'll tell you all what happenned on saturday when I went to her office. 

Also, what is the best way to tell your parents you like bondage?

Thanx

Vicki showed up moments later and I let her in the door. Its amazing that she couldn't sense that I was up to something, as my heart was really beating hard. When Vicki asked where my sister was, I grabbed her from behind and clamped my hand over her mouth. I made some stupid remark as to her "being my prisoner" and started forcing her downstairs into our basement.

Vicki and her older sister had been "kidnapped" by me many times before, so she knew exactly what was coming. I kept my hand tightly over her mouth, and used my other arm to hold both her arms firmly behind her back. She wasn't scared, but kept alternatively laughing and "mmmphing" as she struggled to get free.

In no time at all, I had marched Vicki into the downstairs laundry area. I removed my hand from her mouth and started tying her hands behind her back. She was still laughing, but seemed quite determined that I shouldn't tie her up. However, my greater size prevailed, and I finally managed to overpower her. Vicki then started kicking at me playfully and trying to get up. However, I grabbed another cord and quickly tied her ankles.

Now I was ready to put the icing on the cake. I had gagged many of the neighborhood girls before, but only with a small handkerchief inserted in their mouths and tied behind their heads. This time I wanted to try out the "stuff" gag I had seen in a detective magazine. Vicki knew a gag was next, so she closed her mouth quite tightly. I pinched her nose shut until she was forced to take a breath. When she opened her mouth to take a breath, I quickly stuffed some cloth wadding in her mouth, then secured it in place with my old Cub Scout bandana ("be prepared" I always say).

I'll never forget the next few moments, as Vicki squirmed about on the basement floor and "mmmphed" for help. The stuff gag filled her mouth and she couldn't speak coherently at all. Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to admire my handiwork. Because Vicki was no sooner bound and gagged than my sister arrived home. Fighting embarassment and knowing my sister would tell my parents all about my antics (she couldn't keep a secret to save her soul), I quickly untied Vicki and let her go. I was heartbroken that the moment didn't last, but I've never forgotten the sight of her fighting that gag.

Vicki was one of the myriad of neighborhood girls that I tied up as a kid. I have lots more stories. Let me know if you want to hear them. 

I must have said sorry like 10 times. After she was untied, she called the guy. All was good, they helped him get back like 25K. I think she get's a cut or something. That's how she acted. After she hung up the phone, she turned to me "you're in for it again". I didn't know whether to like that or not. She still seemed a little pissed as she grabbed the rope. She twisted my right arm behind me and ordered me down to the floor on my stomach. "Please tell me your not really mad". She said "shut up and put your hands together". She crossed them and tied them so tight. It felt like my wrists were surrounded by steel. Then she tied my feet, then completed the hogtie. This time she pushed down on my feet to take away slack. I couldn't move an inch. "OK smartie, after this you'll know better to interfere with business. And if you use the code word, I'll never play and tie-up game with you again." I'm in trouble I thought. Then the tickling started. First on my sides, then she took my sneakers off and tickled my feet. "please....no...please stop" I begged. "Make me stop" she shot back. This went on for probably like 8 or 10 minutes. I wanted to say the code word so badly but didn't want to lose my tie-up partner. I don't know how many times I begged, but she finally stopped when i had tears rolling down my cheeks. "I hope you learned your lesson. I told you, at work I have to work. I don't mind playing tie-up with you but don't ever interfere with my job, understand?" I Understand I said. she wiped the teers off of my cheeks. "Try to get yourself free while I go to the bathroom". I didn't bother, I knew there was no way out. She came back and untied me and I apologized again. We got everything together to leave, and she locked up and we went back home. I promised her I'd help her out again this coming saturday (of course for the $50 and the hopes of playing tie-up with her again). 

I have aquestion for readers. I know I'm turned on by all of this, but she is my first cousin. Does everyone think that this is ok? I know it is not directly sexual, but i still have these guilt feeling in my head knowing that after I play tie-up with Lori, I go into my room and you know what. 

anyway, someone e-mailed me to find out where I bought the handcuffs on the web. It is at www.spyproducts.com. It only costs like 20 dollars. For anyone out there who lost money with a stockbroker, I put the link below for those do- gooders. Someone please tell me if you think I should keep playing tie-up with Lori. I'm intersted in lnowing what people think. -Brian

So to that end I devised a "plot" as to where she would 'see" me tied up by finding me:) Well to set this up was very complicatied,as also I didnt want her to know I was into the tie up stuff.Being as my plan was to complex,it would take more than just me a vid camera ect,plus I was haveing 2nd thoughts.
BY the time I decided to "go for it"She left for another job.bimmer I had posted on the bedroomsite asking if I should do this or not,I was told no I should NOT do it.becuse I could get fired,and she could get fired too,evan though it was my set up.

Getting fired was an incentive to do it :) BUT as I said she moved away.WELL now there is a couple of cute waitress(nothing like the other girl though) and I would love to put my plan into motion,if you think I should

Perhaps you could help me simplify my plan and let me know if I should do this or not :)
The basic idea is very simple its the set up part that is somewhat complex.in a dinning room that is ment for biz meeting I would have a freind tie me up and gag me,set up a vid cam,like we were doing a movie,and then right before Jan would come in to work,my freind would disaper,hopefully she would see me bound and gagged and see the vid stuff and come in and ask me what is going on,and well from there who knows :) I would get a cheep thrill thats for sure:)

MY fantasy with the girl I had a crush on was that(she was the opening waitress she came in 1/2 hour before we opened) she would come in see me tied up and gagged,look around and say"Well I am not sure whats going on but I dont have time to untie you right now,maybe latter if I have time" She then would go about doing her ussal routine,looking in on me from time to time,and leave me tied up and gagged untill the next waitress would come in at 730,and she would end up untieing me<~~~that was my FANTASY~sigh~ Which will never happen with that girl,but I still want to do this,>
SO what do you guys think?? Should I do this ??You can post here or e mail me if you want with your ideas,and if I do it YOU KNOW I will post in here what happens.Thanks :)

I have suffered from depression myself, but I also have dealt with my bondage desires as well since I was five years old. I would like to fill you in on what has worked for me, as well as the questions I have about my own bondage desires. I understand where you are coming from, believe me. You aren't alone. If I can help you in any way, please let me know.

On one occassion, Julie and Linda stopped over. As luck would have it (one of the few times luck was on my side), I was home alone. The girls and I talked for a few minutes about trivial matters, when I finally came to the inevitable question. I asked the girls if they would like to come inside and "be kidnapped". Linda seemed as if she had been waiting forever for me to ask and quickly consented. Julie wasn't overly excited, but she also agreed to participate.

It was customary for me to split the girls up, so I could tie them up seperately. Past experience had taught me that trying to battle two or more at a time was foolhardy and exhausting. Linda was to bound first. So Julie agreed to wait in the living room until Linda was tied up in the next room. At that time, I would sneak back and "capture" Julie, as well.

Linda and I started off down the hall toward my bedroom. As was my usual practice, I grabbed her from behind and clamped my hand immediately over her mouth. She continued to shuffle down the hall, as I demanded her to "keep quiet" and steered her into my bedroom. Once there, I sat her down on the bed and began getting out my assortment of cords. She made the usual requests of "please let me go", which I ignored (as always). I selected the proper length of rope and began tying Linda's hands behind her back. She fought a little bit, but not enough to prevent me from tying her up. Once her hands were bound, I produced a large bandana to use a gag. Linda obediently opened her mouth. I placed the bandana in her mouth and tied it around her head. Now that she was gagged, Linda heated up her act and began protesting a bit more. However, she was obviously enjoying herself.

At this point, I became bold. Unbenknowst to Linda, I decided to try out a hogtie on her. Bending down, I tied Linda's ankles together. Once she was completely incapicated, I advised her to lie down on the bed. She looked at me a bit funny, as this was something new. Most of our games were pretty much "by the book". However, Linda complied and laid down on her side, placing her head on my pillow. I quickly grabbed another cord, completed the hogie, and stood back to admire my handiwork. Now that Linda knew I was finished, she began her struggles in earnest. The ropes were pretty loosely tied and she could have escaped easily. But she fought just enough to make it look good, but not hard enough to escape. She was always the perfect kidnap victim.

Now it was Julie's turn. I slowly creeped back down the hall to find her. It was perfect. Julie had her back to me and was looking out the window. Slowly I crept up behind her and placed my hand over her mouth. Julie must have been genuinely surprised, as she let out quite a squeal. I immediately shuffled Julie off down the hall toward her fate. She was a bit more fiesty, and fought harder than Linda did. However, the thought of two bound and gagged girls in my bedroom gave me plenty of additional strength. Before long, Julie was right where I wanted her.

As I marched Julie into the room, she and Linda began muffled "damsel in distress" conversation to each other. It was beautiful! Both of them were playing their roles to the hilt! When I removed my hand from Julie's mouth to tie her up, she immediately started with "What have you done to my friend?" As was usual, I ignored such questions in order to focus on the task at hand. I began roping Julie's wrists as she berated me. Meanwhile, Linda continued to struggle and "mmmmph" into the gag. In a few moments, Julie's hands were bound behind her back.

Again, I dug into my box of tricks and produced another bandana. Julie jerked her head to and fro, as I attempted to place the gag in her mouth. I couldn't get Julie gagged, and Linda began laughing. Julie and I also began laughing, and that's when I shoved the gag in. She seemed momentarily stunned that I had outmanuevered her, but by then it was too late. She was effectively silenced. I completed my work on Julie by tying her ankles together snugly.

Again, I decided to try something. I removed Linda's hogtie and helped her sit up on the bed. I had always loved movie scenes where 2 damsels were bound back to back. So I moved Julie up against Linda...so they could lean on each other for support. I had saved a long length of rope just for this occassion. I slowly produced the length of rope, as the girls squirmed together. Then I slowly wrapped the entire length of cord around their midsections, binding them together. I remember tying the final knot with great satisfaction. Then I stepped back to watch the girls.

It was stunning! For the next 5-10 minutes, both girls struggled and "mmmphed" into their gags. They attempted to look over their shoulders at each other, as each gave instructions to the other through their gags about possible escapes. It was perfect!

Finally, I decided the girls had been bound long enough and let them go. I was always careful to only leave my neighborhood victims tied for short periods of time. I didn't want to scare them away from similiar games in the future. Upon letting them go, we went outside and went about the business of being kids. However, it wasn't the last time Julie and Linda would be bound by me. What a wonderful life!

Again...if you wish to hear more stories about my neighborhood games, just let me know. There's more to tell! 

But I have one big problem: I can't speak French very well, so it is difficult for me to understand the stories on the French page. I think that I'm not the only one with this problem so it would be great if there would be someone who could translate some of these stories into English. I know that this would take a lot of time but I think it would be worth it. I also tried to use the translation page of altavista but this doesn't work quite well.

Yours Kevin

Guess what, she met us at the woods grinning from ear to ear. She told Jerry and Terry they didn't know how to tie a girl and laughed out loud at them. Walking back to the Clubhouse, I decided to tie Dee this time. I noticed she was a little nervous this time. Now, i've tied her up many times playing together and she's never gotten loose yet! Some times, she's stayed tied for hours only to be let loose when the folks drove up or her parents came to get her.

Taking a three foot length, I looped her wrists palm against palm and used a cinch to tighten her bonds. Dee watched as I tied the knot right in the center between her wrists and pulled tightly. She had seen this before and smiled at me. Next, I had her sit on the wooden floor and tied her ankles just like her wrists. When I was finished, I had Dee lay on her back and raised he arms over her head and down on the floor.

While she lay still, I found a hammer and two nails. I hammered the first into the floor and bent the end over the ropes between her wrists. I knew she could't pull the nail up and got the boys to pull on her legs to really streach her then hammered the second nail and bent it between her ankles. Dee was really streached and I knew without help, she wasn't going anywhere. We left her, but I put two strips of duct tape on her lips to keep her from calling for help.

Dee tried to find the loose ends or knot, but the nail was right over them, she was foxed! We swam for about two hours and I decided to check on her and when I got to the Club house, I noticed the fan wasn't working. It was ninty five outside and over a hundred inside. Dee was still bound and gagged just like I left her, only, she was soaked in sweat. When I turned on the fan, her nipples swelled and hardened and with her t-shirt soaked, well, wow what a sight! I took off the tape gag and untied her. We needed to get back to my house and took a short cut thru the woods.

Once we got to the barn, her clothes was still wet. She took off the t-shirt and put on mine, then her shorts. I put them in the sun while we talked about her inability to escape. She wanted one more chance and told me about finding my bondage drawings of her. Dee told me if I wanted to, I could hogtie her for a little while. Not being one to say no, I spun Dee around, gathered her arms behind her back and tied her wrists palm to palm. She looked over her shoulder and shocked me saying, "Arn't you going to tie my elbows, isn't that the perfered way. Mine are tied in your drawings, so go ahead, tie then!" Before she stopped takling, I had her elbows looped and pulled together and so bound. I also used a cinch rope too!

Tying her elbows I found her to be very athelitic and flexable, she was very much helpless and my captive as I tied her ankles and legs just above her knees, both cinched tightly. Rolling Dee over onto the floor, she raised her legs over her back side while I threaded a short length of rope between her ankle ropes and wrist ropes. Pulling, I didn't stop until I had her heels digging into her open palms. What a sight, Dee struggleing and desperatly trying to escape. She didn't and I kept her tied for at least half and hour as her clothes dried. Later, after untieing her, we talked and planned on some more bondage adventures. She really enjoyed being tied up and helpless and me of course, I enjoyed tying her. There had been many more bondage adventures we had, I anyone is interested, let me know.

WELL, THIS IS MY FIRST POSTING,HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT. ITS PRETTY MUCH TRUE ONLY THE NAMES CHANGED. E-MAIL ME WITH COMMENTS AT: cinchknot@hotmail.com HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU SOON. CINCH. 

That was the truth. We meet more after that experince, but we were never offcially going out, to the public at least. Please contact me if you share the love of socks on women or have stories about socked feet. Thanks! 

I was about fifteen at the time. I had stayed at my freind's (Russell) house over night while his parents were away. Boys being boys, we took advantage of his parents' absence and got quite drunk. The result of this was that we both both fell asleep on his bed without getting undressed.

I was woken the next morning by a strange sensation on the soles of my feet. I wriggled to get my legs away from whatever was causing this, but I couldn't move - I was lying on my front with each wrist and ankle securely tied to each corner of the bed. Still a bit bleary eyed and hungover, I twisted my head round to find Russell crouched at the end of the bed with a mischevious yet concentrated look on his face. He was gently tickling the soles of my feet.

I asked him what he was doing and he told me that he had always had a fascination with boys being tied up and having their feet tickled, and he'd seen the perfect opportunity to do it to me while I was asleep. Suddenly it hit me - I was completely helpless and at his mercy and he was tickling me on a very sensitive part of my body. He had removed my shoes to find I was wearing quite thin, soft cotton socks - a material that really hightened the tickling sensation, and he knew it.

What surprised me was how expertly he was tickling me. I had no idea I was so ticklish! I continued to squirm and wriggle around trying to get my feet away from him but I was so tightly tied I had no hope of escape. I tried pleading with him to stop but this just made him gag me - a sock stuffed in my mouth and another tied around my head holding it in. I tried again to ask him to stop but realised that the gag was actually very effective and I could not make any understandable noises.

To give my feet a rest, he climbed on top of me, lifted my shirt up and started running his fingers down my sides. This was even worse. I was now frantically bouncing on the bed trying to get away from his fingers at the same time as trying to get my hands and feet free.

After about an hour of alternating between my sides and the soles of my feet, Russell decided to take a photo of me and swore that if I didn't do as he told me, he would photocopy it and circulate it around our school. Then to my releif, he untied me, but soon re-tied me, this time in a simple hogtie, which was every bit as inescapable as being tied to his bed.

Again, with a big smile on his face, he walked around the bed towards my feet and again stroked my soles with a masterful but delicate touch. Oh my God! Somewhere between being untied and re-tied, my feet had become twice as ticklish (if that was possibe). Maybe this was because of the short period of restored circulation. Whatever the reason for it, I was going through hell - or was actually ecstasy. The feeling of the tight bonds around my hands and feet suddenly became exciting. I think I even began to enjoy the foot tickling.

Again this went on for about an hour. Then he surprised me. He untied me and said "now do it to me". He actually wanted be to restrain him and put him through the same torture he had just subjected me to. Naturally I jumped at the chance and within minutes I had him tightly hogtied. I went to tickle his feet. He was wearing thick white sports socks. I thought "this isn't fair - it won't tickle as much through those". Boy was I wrong. From the moment I touched the soles of his feet, he was thrashing around, laughing hysterically. He must be the most ticklish guy in the world. I gagged him the same way he had gagged me and then, to restrict his movement more, I rolled him onto his side and lay on top of him with my head by his feet. I tickled him mercilessly for about an hour - I would have liked it to be longer but I had to go home at some point.

Sadly this experience never happened again as we could not find enough time alone or a place to do it.
I loved the power of having Russell at my mercy and the helplessness of being at his mercy. I would love to try similar experiences so if there are any guys under the age of about 21 living in the Uk who would like to share them with me, then please leave a message on this site. 

About a month ago I was walking home fom my freind's house at night (about 9:00pm). As I turned into my road I saw a small group of boys in the distance. As I approached them, I realised that I vaguely knew two of them from school several years ago. They were two or three years younger than me (I am now 18, making them about15/16). There were another two that I didn't know. They stood in front of me and didn't move as I got closer. Dan (one of the boys I knew) looked up and said hello. I got closer and they still didn't move. They huddled together and started whispering. Dan looked at me and said "look in here", holding up a bag. I looked in and saw loads of rope, four pairs of handcuffs and a roll of duct tape. "what's that for?" I asked. Dan said that they were bored and wanted to experiment with some bondage games. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. They looked at each other and Dan gave mike a nudge. Mike said "we were wondering if you'd let us tie you up" to which my immediate answer was no. They looked at each other again and Dan said "put it this way, there are four of us and one of you - we'll do it anyway, it would just be easier if you letus do it". I was a bit stunned. I thought about it and they were right - despite being older than them, tall and quite muscular (I study sports science at college), I could not hold off four of them. Again I said no just to see if they gave in and let me go but they didn't. They grabbed hold of me and Mike gave me my choice in a different way - either I went with them back to his house because his parents were out, or they tied me up there and then, in the street and left me. "OK" I said "I'll go with you".

When we got to Mike's house I was rushed up to his bedroom and pushed on to the bed. They positioned me in an x-shape lying on my back. They all went to a different corner of the bed and began binding my hands and feet to the head and foot boards. I was surprised how securely they did it. Once bound I could not move at all. Just to be sure I was held tightly they each took a pair of handcuffs and cuffed my wrists to the headboard and my ankles to the footboard. Next, Mike went to his sock drawer and got out a pile of socks. One was stuffed in my mouth and duct tape was put over my mouth to stop me pushing it out with my toungue. Another long sock was wrapped over my eyes so I was blindfolded. I suddenly realised how serious the situation was - I was completely helpless, surrounded by four teenagers looking for ways to releive boredom - they could do anything they wanted to me.

I heard them walk away, switch the computer on and start to play computer games. I thought I was relatively safe now and they would let me go when they got bored with me. However, after a about half an hour playing computer games, one of them whispered "are we going to do anything to him?" I strained to hear what the reply would be. "I guess so - what do you suggest?" There was a short discussion before the subject of tickling came up. They agreed that they would not be too harsh on me, so they tried to work out some ticklish spots on the body and then choose one of the less ticklish ones. It was agreed that the stomache and sides were most ticklish, followed by the underarms followed by the feet. They decided to therefore tickle my feet. "Oh shit!" I thought. In an attempt to be slightly considerate to me they had actually found my most ticklish spot. I am sure I have the most ticklish feet in the world. I tried to console myself, thinking that because they had tied the rope tightly over my socks, they would have difficulty removing them. Also the socks I was wearing were white sports socks and therefore quite thick so it would not tickle as much.

I heard footsteps approach me. They pulled off my trainers (sneakers). One of them ran his finger down one foot. My natural reflex was to curl my foot as the finger ran from my toes to my heel, and give a small giggle. That was it - they'd found my weakness. Although I was blindfolded and they didn't talk much, I am sure that Mike and Dan took one foot each. They carefully tickled every part of both my feet - the tips of my toes, around the heels, down the outsisde edge, across the tops and up and down the soles. They did it slowly and lightly at first, which was bad enough, and then they tickled quicked and harder. All the time I was thrashing around, desperately trying to break free, but I couldn't. This continued for about 30 mins, then they stopped and the room went quiet. They were still there because I could hear them breathing. This is where it gets a bit strange. Some of them climbed onto the bed. They lifted up my sweatshirt and began to stroke my stomach, sides and underarms. It did tickle but they weren't really tickling me. It was like they were caressing my body - almost sexual. For those of you thinking they must be gay, I am certain they are not. I think they were just teasing me and playing with my mind.

A couple of them went back to my feet and did to them what they'd done to my body - stroking and caressing them. Then they began to kiss my soles and suck my toes and stroke my soles withtheir noses. I was pretty freaked out by this. It was a lovely sensation and I would have been entirely comfortable with it if a girl was doing it to me. Sudddenly they stopped again and started to manically tickle me. I started to wriggle around again and they tickled me more and more all over my body.

The whole ordeal lasted about three hours. When they untied me they asked if I wanted to stay and participate in tying them up. I suudenly realised how turnrd on I had been for the last three hours and in my heart I would have loved to have tied them up and tickled them like they had done to me. However, I left, saying that I had to be somewhere and I was late. I could hardly look at them due to the mixture of emotions I was feeling - partly turned on, partly embarrassed, partly angry, partly excited at finding this new experience.
If any other guys have had an experience like this, please tell me how you felt and if you would go through it again given the choice. Thanks, Scott. 

Do you think I should do this with them again? I would love to have one of them tied up and at my mercy and would like to be tied up and tickled by them again. How do I ask them? What if it was just a bit of fun to them and they've forgotton all about it (it was a month ago)- I could make an even bigger idiot of myself. Please help me!

Back at our base the girls still laid struggling. They sweated like hell in their coveralls. Chris wanted revenge on Jane so she immideatly held her up against the pole. I grabbed the duct tape and taped her hands behind the pole. It was tight and she was clearly not comfortable. Then I tokk her knees and ankles and taped real tight. I gave Chris the duct tape and said," Do you want the honour". " Oh yeah" she said. She ripped of a strip and smashed it on Janes lips. She mmphed along with the to other girls while she was tickeled by Chris. Then we went away for a couple of hours and watched some TV. On our way back we brought a camera to photogragh and film the struggling girls. After some more tickeling we let them go. They were really pissed about the pictures. Some days later they invited us for another war. But that is another story. 

When I was in Middle school I stayed at my Grandma's house for several weeks each summer. I'd hang out with the girl next door, Kari, who was 13 like me. Kari's little brother was maybe eleven or twelve. One day he was being a pest, so we decided to kidnap him. We waited til her parents were gone and Charlie, her brother, came in from fishing. We had prepared some supplies in his room, but he decided to take a shower since he was all sweaty. When he came out, wearing a t-shirt and cutoff shorts, we made our move. 

"All right," we told him, holding an old toy cap gun on him, "come with us." We took him into his room and made him lay down on the floor. He cooperated for some reason, he didn't resist at all. Kari got him on his belly and began to tie his hands together behind his back. He was laughing and saying if he got loose he was going to tie us up, but Kari ignored him. I was holding his legs and finally got a piece of rope and tied his feet together. "Get loose from that," she said. 

We watched him roll around on the floor for a good ten minutes, but he could not get loose, though he tried about everything. Then Kari pushed him down and began to tickle his sides. He was terribly ticklish, and tried to roll away, even trying to roll under the bed. Kari and I pulled him back out and I grabbed his arms while Kari tickled him some more. He was thrashing around and even knocked over a chair. 

Well, I had to get in on the fun, so I held his legs in mine and began tickling his bare feet, and he really started squirming and trying to kick. But he couldn't do anything since he was tied up. He was begging us to stop, but eventually couldn't do anything but laugh. Tears were running down his face. Kari and I switched places and she sat on his legs while I lifted up his shirt and tickled his bare ribs and tummy. Then Kari came up and pulled his shirt over his head and down his arms, effectively taking off his shirt. She teased him, saying she'd pull off his pants too, but we didn't. We tickled his ribs and feet for half an hour until he was gasping, then we let him rest. 

When we returned later, he was still tied up and trying to get into his dresser drawer, probably for a knife or something to cut himself free. Kari told me to grab his legs and she grabbed his arms and we carried him out to the back porch. I ran back into the house for the rest of the ropes and she tickled him till he was helpless. She pulled his feet between two of the rails on the porch and tied them there, where they were sticking out, and we'd take turns tickling him, one of us on the porch tickling his bare torso, and the other standing in the yard tickling his feet. I tried putting my hand over his mouth to keep him at least a little bit quiet, but it was more fun just to tickle him. We finally left him there and went in to watch TV. When we came back he still couldn't get loose, so we made him promise not to be a pest anymore and we untied him.

A NOTE: Mindy told me that Charlie kept his promise. Hope you enjoyed the second-hand story. And, if you're wondering, I never played TUGs with Mindy...but I wish I had!

Sunday February 25th 2001 01:00:57 

"Jamie" = Leila2. Why do you post messages to yourself, Leila? 

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Why do you keep posting under my name? Get your own! If you want to use that name, please tell me if you want me to change my name and I will. 

Canuck, is there no way to have a logging in feature so ppl can have a username and password?

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