My father was serving in the army, which took him and our family to Cyprus - a veritable heaven for a young boy with the Mediterranean climate enabling us to enjoy the outdoors all the year round. I and many of my friends were Scouts and our meetings were held in an area of about 20 acres of woodland and rocky scrub of which we had the exclusive use. Much of the woods was covered in dense undergrowth providing superb cover for our activities. As there was always a turnover of boys through parents being posted there was always a proportion of our number who new the hiding places well while others less so.

Each patrol of 6 to 8 boys had their own small hut to keep their equipment and generally hang out and our meetings were otherwise held outdoors. In addition to the weekly troop meeting patrols often held their own meetings either on their own or jointly with another patrol at weekends, sometimes camping together in the woods. It was at these informal gatherings that our "games" took place.

Over a period of time a set of general rules had been established. No one was compelled to participate but doing so meant acceptance of "The Rules". To prevent physical struggles any participant had to immediately surrender if shot by an opposing team member, our "arms" being the trusty water pistol. It was common to fill these with the vilest, stagnant water to be found so most of us were prepared to capitulate as soon as we were challenged. Any boy being captured by the opposing side might be tied up in any way his captors saw fit. Gags could be used at the discretion of the captors and prisoners might be "tortured" (invariably by tickling) to extract information. The rules naturally prohibited the use of any physical pain other than the usual discomfort of being tightly bound. The rules were rigidly adhered to since failure to observe them would result in exclusion from future games. Although some of us enjoyed being held captive more than others the games were sufficiently popular to ensure the rules were strictly observed.

The games took various forms but the basic objective (and outcome) was invariably similar. On this particular occasion 2 of the patrols totalling 13 boys were camping together for the weekend. The game was to be one of search and evasion, a small group of boys representing "evaders" intent on remaining free while attempting to reach the safety of the "home base" (the clearing in front of one of our huts) while the second larger group (the defenders) tried to prevent them from doing so. A boy reaching "freedom" was prohibited from taking further part in the game and was therefore unable to attempt to rescue any team mates unfortunate enough to have been captured so it was a matter of careful consideration as to when to cross the "border" which could only be defended by a maximum of two "border guards" The better your knowledge of the area the greater were your chances of success. Any boy taken prisoner by the defenders was likely to be taken to their own base (the other patrol hut) for "interrogation" while any captives taken by the "evaders" would either be left bound, gagged and hidden or taken along as hostages.

It was decided that 4 boys - 2 from each patrol - would be evaders leaving the other 9 to hunt them out (we never considered it particularly important to have balanced numbers in opposing teams since we considered that success by stealth and wiliness was more important than brute force). Each member of the defending team would carry two lengths of rope and a couple of cloths which could be used either to supplement the rope or as gags for their prisoners and we were all dressed the same, in shorts and tee shirts in view of the Mediterranean summer heat.

My group drew lots and I was chosen along with a newcomer, James (12). We were rejoined after a few minutes by the remaining boys, to be told that Paul and Mathew would be with us. They were brothers, 13 and 14 respectively and well versed in these activities. Mathew, particularly, seemed to know all the places to hide within our boundaries but was always most secretive with his knowledge, and Paul could climb like a monkey and would invariably take to the treetops. The defenders would be led by Mike and Peter, both 14, and my heart sank when I heard this since not only were they both well skilled at knot work (an ability we all shared) but Mike also had a well deserved reputation for his inventiveness when securing his prisoners. This did not bode well for us in the event of our capture.

The game was to commence at 3.00pm and would end when all members of a team had been captured, or the "evaders" all reached safety, any combination of the foregoing or 8.00pm (suppertime). My group were wise enough to realise that we were unlikely to be able to capture the whole of the larger group which would be an added incentive to complete our "home runs" but we might be able to negotiate a draw given a little luck. As a further incentive, the rules provided that any member of the losing team taken prisoner before the end of the game could be kept tied at the discretion of the victors for up to one hour after completion of the game.

The rest of the group withdrew to the defender's base leaving the 4 of us alone for 15 minutes to make our plans and then escape into hiding. Matthew (not surprisingly) and Paul both wished to split up and we generally felt there was more chance either alone or in pairs since it was impossible to move around silently in larger numbers. On the other hand, James was a newcomer and was clearly becoming increasingly nervous, not only of the game but its probable outcome! I agreed to take him with me since I had recently discovered a new hideout, which I suspected even Matthew didn't know of. We all agreed that our best chance of success was to remain hidden until it started to get dark around 6.45pm. The Home Base was surrounded by dense undergrowth affording excellent cover and if we were able to gather there unobserved at about that time we could make an all out assault for freedom. Because of being unable to assist our colleagues once the border was crossed we all agreed to delay our "escape" as long as possible. Additionally we hoped that we would be able to shorten the odds a little by perhaps taking some of the opposition by surprise. We did not need to carry any supplies for this purpose since each of the opposition was equipped with rope etc.

Matthew and Paul quickly disappeared into the undergrowth and I led James away in the opposite direction. One corner of the woods was crossed by a narrow dirt road and I had discovered that a culvert or drain ran under this, each end being screened by bushes. The concrete pipe was large enough to crawl into (although one was unable to turn round) and was quite clean apart from a few dead leaves and fine sand. I set out my plan as we jogged off to find the culvert, explaining that if we could remain hidden until the light started to fail we should be able to make our way back carefully through the undergrowth, evading any patrols, and so reach "freedom". The "border guards" (if any) were unlikely to be much of a threat if we could get close enough before making our break for freedom. If we were able to trap any of the opposition in the meanwhile we would do so.

The road was situated in the furthest corner of the wood and on arrival it took several minutes to locate the culvert, hidden as it was by the undergrowth. Having done so, I crawled in feet first followed by James. We settled ourselves comfortably for what might be a long wait. It was clear that James was a little apprehensive at what might happen before the end of the game and I tried to put him at his ease, talking in whispers. I assured him that all the players strictly obeyed our code and he told me that he had been tied on a couple of occasions. He was more worried about "making a fool of himself and being unable to get free without assistance!" It did his confidence no good at all when I made it clear that, if he was tied up by Mike he was most unlikely to be able to free himself (none of us ever had!). I explained that Mike's favourite methods were to stand his prisoners with their backs against a tree, their arms around the trunk and then tie their wrists behind them. Alternatively he was a past master at staking his victims out, tying their ankles and wrists to 18-inch long metal tent pegs hammered deep into the rocky soil. James looked back at me with a grin but at the same time gave an involuntary shudder. I felt I had better keep Mike's more inventive ideas to myself! "By the way, James, are you ticklish?" I asked casually. "Yes, very" he whispered, "Why?" "Oh, no reason!" I responded, but I thought it wouldn't take Mike and Peter too long to find out...

However, I'm just wondering a few things. Did your parents expect you to be sleeping over at your friend's house? You spent the night tied up there, so your parents must have thought you were staying over. Also, since you stayed tied up all day/night, did you get anything to eat, and did you get to use the bathroom? I was just wondering if you could fill in the details since you said it was a true story.

>>Does anyone have any stories involving nets or lassoes?

Excellent suggestion, and I'm not sure why more adventures
described in this forum do not involve those two elements
which add an element of surprise to a bondage prank or game.

Actually, one of the more successful traps my friend Mike
and I sprang on a babysitter in our youth involved a well-
places lasso. If anyone else can provide us some good
stories involving lariats and nets, I can fish out some
decent net tales as well.

It was summertime and Mike's parents had hired a new
sitter, Carol, to take care of Mike one Saturday while they
were away. Mike and I had spent a week scheming how to get
Carol into the same position we had successfully placed
other sitters and neighbors over the years: tightly bound
and gagged.

Mike's backyard was pretty well equipped, with a swimming
pool, swing set and jungle gym. Part of their setup was a
rotating round platform, kind of like a backyard merry-go-
round for one. We decided to make that device the
centerpiece of our trap for Carol.

When Carol arrived, she was wearing tight cut-off denim
shorts, a black tanktop and sandals. I "dropped by" Mike's
in the late morning and she fixed us lunch and sent us into
the backyard to play. When she came out to join us after
cleaning up, we were engaged in a game that caught her
attention. I was blindfolded and sitting on the rotating
merry-go-round while Mike spun me around faster and
faster. After multiple rotations, he stopped the platform
and I got off and walked around dizzy until falling over.

Carol laughed at our antics as Mike and I reversed roles,
this time him sitting on the platform blindfolded and me
spinning him around. The result was the same: a dizzy Mike
staggering around the backyard blindfolded until he keeled
over, leaving us all laughing hysterically.

Carol decided that she wanted a turn, so we gave her our
blindfold, placed her in a sitting position in the middle
of the merry-go-round and started her spinning. As I got
the platform to spin faster and faster, Mike quietly
retrieved a lasso he had hidden earlier and started
twirling it over his head. Mike had spent time out west on
an uncle's ranch and had been taught some of the finer
points of larieting. We were about to see if that training
had paid off.

Mike let loose with the lasso which sailed in the air and
landed perfectly over Carol's shoulders, settling down to
her waist. With a quick tug, Mike pulled the lariat tight,
binding Carol's arms to her sides. Blindfolded, she had no
idea what was going on until the rope had settled securely
around her.

Sitting on a platform that was rotating faster and faster,
with a lasso fixes around her, the sitting Carol quickly
became like a fishing reel, with more and more rope winding
around her with each rotation. I kept the platform
spinning faster and faster as Mike carefully navigated his
rope to wind up and down Carol's body, wrapping her in
dozens of tight loops. Given the speed I was spinning her,
she did not try to jump off the platform (which might have
prevented our trap, but could have caused her to hurt
herself). Yet staying where she was only left her at the
mercy of Mike's rope.

As Mike began to run out of line, I slowed Carol's rotation
and we moved in to tighten the dozens of loops of rope
circling her body from her shoulders to her waist and tie
off the end of the lasso. We removed her blindfold so that
Carol could appreciate her predicament.

"Very funny you guys," she said as she squirmed in her rope
binding. "Now let me out of this, I can't move."

"That's the general idea," I told her as I refixed the
bandana blindfold into a cloth gag and stuffed it into her
mouth.

"LEFTTTEMEOUTTATHFTS," she sputtered as I tied the gag in
place and Mike grabbed the rest of our supply of rope.

In her squirming, Carol's wrists had found their way to the
front of her body, but with her arms so tightly pinned to
her body with rope, they were pretty much useless. We
reinforced their helplessness by fishing her hands from the
mat of rope around her body enough to tie her wrists
together in a simple but effective front tie.

Carol's free legs and feet were our next target. Working
together, Mike and I lifted her bound body off the platform
and laid it on the grass. Propping her feet up on my knee
left her ankles vulnerable to one of Mike's well tied
ropes. Working together, we carefully added ropes to her
ankles, shins, knees and thigh, leaving her lower half as
tightly tied as Mike's lasso bound her upper body.

Dropping to the ground, we surveyed our work and gave
ourselves the high five. At our feet was another tightly
bound babysitter, with over a hundred feet of rope
circling her body from her shoulders to her ankles. Carol
squirmed in her binding, but our knots all held, including
the one holding her gag in place.

As Carol struggled futilely in her binding, all of us
realized it was going to be a long afternoon.

After being hidden for perhaps half an hour we heard raised voices some way off and I found myself wondering if one of the others might have been discovered. All however became quiet again until, about 10 minutes later we heard footsteps and I saw over James' shoulder, 2 pairs of legs pass the shielding bushes which were being thoroughly searched. Not however thoroughly enough, and they began to move away when James said, in a hoarse whisper "Oh damn, I'm going to sneeze!" I was horrified and he tried desperately to control it to no avail. The concrete pipe amplified his two sneezes and within moments we heard voices returning in our direction. Moments later the bushes shook and a voice called out "We know you are in there and have you surrounded. Throw out your weapons and come out with your hands above your head". At the same time we heard footsteps as someone tiptoed over the track.

James turned and whispered "Stay here. If I give myself up they wont know you are here provided I am in time to stop them looking!" and before I could reply he threw out his water pistol and crawled through the bushes, raising his hands as he did so. I crawled towards the mouth of the pipe where I could just see what was happening through a gap in the undergrowth grateful for his sacrifice, but apprehensive for what might happen to him.

James was standing, his hands raised, facing Peter who was pointing his pistol at him and within moments another boy, Roger, joined him. It appeared that James' ploy had been successful so far as Roger stepped behind him, searched him and removed his pocketknife. Roger then changed places with Peter, who pulled out a length of rope as he stepped behind James, telling him to lower his hands and remove his tee shirt. This he did, handing it to Roger.

I was now in a quandary - the fact that they had made James remove his shirt suggested that they would "interrogate" him straight away. If they did I was sure it would only be a few minutes before they discovered me. On the other hand, the distance between us was too great to launch an attack on both of them with any chance of success. I could therefore only lie there and watch and hope.

Peter now grasped James' hands pulling them behind his back and as the first loop of rope was pulled tight James let out a slight yelp. This didn't deter Peter, who lashed James' wrists tightly palm to palm, cinching off the rope several times before knotting it off well out of reach of searching fingers. James struggled ineffectually for a few moments and then stood still. "We had better keep him quiet Roger - use his tee shirt" said Peter, and I saw the former step behind the prisoner, rolling the shirt as he did so. He dropped the cloth over James' face saying, "open wide" but James struggled frantically to keep his mouth free. Peter stepped in front of him and grasped his nose and after a few more moments James opened his mouth gasping for breath, the cloth was forced between his teeth and the gag tied off tightly behind his neck. I felt a pang of conscience at the surge of delight that passed through me as I saw James gagged - in that state he could not be questioned before he was back at their base!

Peter stepped behind the prisoner again saying to Roger "Give me another length of rope - we can get some more when we are back at base". He formed a noose in this cord, passing it up James' arms until it was above his elbows. Roger then held his arms, forcing them together while Peter tightened the noose. James was fairly skinny and also very flexible and consequently, in a few moments his elbows were pulled tightly together behind his back until they were touching. More turns of the rope were added before being cinched off and knotted. Satisfied with their handiwork the two boys frog marched their prisoner off.

Time for some quick thinking. If I remained where I was I knew it would take Mike and Peter a very short time to extract my whereabouts from James and I would be trapped. I therefore decided my only chance was to get back to the enemy base while keeping well hidden in the hope that I might get a chance to rescue James when they came looking for me. They were disappearing as I emerged from the drain, with Peter and Roger helping James down a steep part of the path which his bound arms would have rendered otherwise impassable.

I had to follow a more circuitous route to keep well hidden and my progress was slow as I had to keep stopping to listen in case I was being followed. Things had therefore moved on when I finally reached the shelter of the bushes surrounding the opposition's base. James had been made to kneel with his knees apart and his ankles crossed, his trainers and socks having been removed. Roger was busy tying his ankles, passing loops both horizontally and vertically before cinching it off and knotting the end of the rope. Meanwhile, Peter gave two blasts on his whistle (we often used these to signal in our games) and I guessed he was summoning Mike. He then started to untie James' gag at the same time saying conversationally "We need to find out where the others are hiding and thought you might like to help us. But you obviously can't with this nasty gag on!"

"I don't know where any of them are" James replied, a slight tremor in his voice. True enough, I thought with considerable relief. "Oh, there's no rush. Mike is on his way. He may be able to jog your memory" Peter said sinisterly. Roger had finished tying James' ankles and the 2 boys pushed him forward onto his stomach, grasped his feet and using a cloth tied them to his wrists in a hog tie so tight that his fingertips were brushing his heels. With his elbows still tied together James lay there with his back arched to relieve the pressure.

"We may as well make a start before Mike arrives," said Roger with an evil grin. "Fair enough" replied Peter and with that he sat down beside James and ran his fingers lightly down the taut skin of his ribs. The effect was electric. The younger boy immediately let out a piercing giggle and started to squirm as much as his bonds would allow. Repeating the process produced exactly the same result and now James was writhing on the floor. "Where are the others?" asked Peter. "I don't know" came the response before James was subjected to further torture. I did sincerely hope that James would capitulate quickly and save himself from too much of this treatment. I was assuming that they would then leave him alone while they went after me, giving me the chance to stage a rescue...

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James turned his head and stared at me with a look of astonishment, which was shared by Peter and Roger. "I found him spying on you" Mike said. "We had better see what he knows. Take off his shirt and get him ready". I was pushed to my knees and my ankles were tied in similar fashion to James. Then I felt my wrists being freed, my shirt was pulled up over my head, leaving my torso bare, and my trainers and socks were removed. I was forced onto my stomach and my arms were once more pulled behind me, my wrists crossed and tightly bound. Finally, my hands and feet were tied together in a hog tie at least as tight as James. James's gag was replaced. He had learnt his lesson quickly and this time co-operated when he was asked to open wide.

Mike now turned to me "We need everything you know but first we will give you a brief demonstration of what happens if you do not give us the answers we need". With that Peter attacked my ribs and Roger my feet. I have always been desperately ticklish, a fact well known to all the other boys, and immediately began to struggle while giggling and Mmmmphhhhh...ing into my gag. The torture stopped and I felt my gag being untied. Tears were already rolling down my cheeks.

"I really don't know where Matthew and Paul are," I pleaded. "They went off separately. I was with James in the culvert and followed you here when you took him prisoner. James will confirm this if you ask him".

"Very well", said Mike looking at James who nodded as best as he was able. "Lets have another chat with the other one". My gag was quickly and efficiently replaced while James's was removed. "Richard is telling the truth," James said, as soon as his mouth was free. "I gave myself up to prevent you looking in the drain and spotting him as well".

"OK then" said Mike. "I guess we have to accept what you are telling us. The others are still out searching so it probably won't take too long to bring them in but first we will show you what will happen if we find you are not telling the truth" and with that they turned on me again, leaving me frantically rolling around on the ground trying to evade their searching fingers. It probably didn't last for more than 5 minutes but by then I was sweating profusely and close to wetting myself.

"We had better retie these two before we leave them," said Mike. "I have a surprise for you " he added gleefully, turning to me. I didn't enjoy Mike's surprises so was not dancing for joy at this news. The cloths tying our hands and ankles together were removed and James' elbows were untied. I heard him give a sigh of relief as he regained a little freedom. My gag was also removed although I guessed this was only temporary but it did give my aching jaw some relief. We were put back on our knees and blindfolded as Mike told us he didn't want us to see his "surprise" until they had finished!

I felt my hands being untied but my new found freedom didn't last long. My arms were pulled in front of me and tied palm to palm approximately 6 inches apart. When the rope had been cinched off and knotted an effective handcuff lashing was produced. I found myself thinking Mike must have gone soft as this shouldn't be too hard to untie with my teeth once we were left to our selves. Little did I realise - I suddenly felt my elbows grasped by two boys who pulled them back, forcing my bound wrists into my stomach while I felt a knee pressing into the small of my back. Immediately I felt something being pushed through the crook of my left elbow (in fact, a cricket stump). The stump was pushed further across my back until suddenly I felt the end against my right elbow. The pressure from the knee in my back was increased while hands continued to force my elbows back, causing me to arch my back and after a few moments I felt the end of the stump slip through the crook in my right arm, after which it was thrust triumphantly further into position. The hands holding me relaxed and I found myself rigidly trussed with the wooden bar across my back holding my elbows behind me, my hands meanwhile held tightly in my stomach. My blindfold was removed to reveal James squirming as he received the same treatment. Resistance however was useless and a few moments later the boys holding him released their grip to reveal him trussed in exactly the same way. His blindfold was then removed. Finally, we were each lifted off our knees and sat down on the ground facing one another, our ankles still securely bound.

Mike now thoughtfully asked us if we needed a drink before leaving us to rejoin the hunt for the others. We both said we did and the three of them left us to fill some water bottles. At last we had a brief opportunity to discuss our situation. "I doubt if we have long to talk as I am sure they will put our gags back before they leave us," I said. "How are you feeling?"

"Not to bad," James replied. "My arms and shoulders were aching before they untied my elbows but they are OK now. However I don't seem to be able to move an inch trussed like this!"

"Me neither," I said ruefully "and if we accidentally lose our balance and roll over I doubt if we will be able to sit up again pinioned with these stumps. Even if I manage to get close to you I can't use my fingers with my hands held tight in my stomach and the stumps protruding beyond our elbows will prevent us getting close anyway!" James only had time to nod his agreement before our captors joined us. They had two bottles of water which they held for us as we drank gratefully. When we had finished they poured the rest over our heads and shoulders which was a great relief in the summer heat.

The fears I had voiced to James were now confirmed as Mike said, "We are off now. Sorry, but we can't take the risk of your summoning help so the gags go back. Open wide!" Neither of us offered any resistance this time and a balled up cloth was thrust in each of our open mouths. Thankfully, they had been soaked in cold water. A second cloth was forced between our teeth and tied tightly behind our heads. I tried experimentally to try a few words but could only get out a faint, unintelligible Mmmmphfff…Satisfied with their handiwork the three boys disappeared silently into the undergrowth.

Immediately we began to attempt to get closer but we soon realised that my fears were well founded. The risk of toppling over was too great and I guessed that, if either of us were unfortunate enough to fall face down, we would be pinned there with our hands trapped unable even to roll over because of the protruding bar pinning our elbows and shoulders back. After a few minutes, by mutual consent, we both sat still and accepted our fate...

He led us quickly and silently to a shallow ditch which ran beneath some sizeable shrubs. We both followed him in with some difficulty since our pinioned arms kept catching on branches but once inside the cover was total and we felt secure at last. Turning to James Matthew removed his gag and then untied his hands. As he removed the pinioning stump James breathed a sigh of relief and massaged his aching shoulders - he had by now been tied up for almost two hours since his initial capture. At last Matthew freed my hands and I was able to move my arms once more.

We quickly told him of our adventures and we were amazed when he told us that he had managed to surprise two of the enemy and that they were both hog tied and gagged in deep undergrowth where they were unlikely to be found! He then told us that he had seen Paul who also had a prisoner. As I expected Paul had taken to the treetops. One of the opposition (fortunately alone) had suspected his presence and started to climb towards his lofty perch. Paul had shot him from above with a well-aimed water pistol which meant his adversary had to surrender. We both laughed when Matthew told us that Paul's prisoner had been made to sit astride a stout branch, his hands tied securely behind his back and tightly gagged. Without the use of his hands it was impossible for him to move but Paul had taken the added precaution of lashing his ankles together below the branch telling him cheerily that now if he lost his balance he wouldn't fall! Clearly the boy (Mark, 12 years old) didn't relish the prospect of being suspended by his ankles with his hands tied behind his back 15 feet from the ground - according to Matthew he hadn't moved so much as a muscle since his capture!

Matthew also told us there were two boys guarding the border of the home base, both of them excellent shots with water pistols. Although the odds were much shorter now (six to four) it would be very difficult to get everyone across the border without some casualties and in the event of a draw any prisoners at the end of the game could look forward to a further hour of captivity. Finally, we decided that Matthew would fetch Paul while James and I would attempt to capture the 2 border guards. We would then make our final dash for freedom leaving us the victors! It was now 6.15pm and our task would be aided by the coming dusk.

Matthew slipped away silently and after a few moments James and I left our hide and began making our stealthy way towards the "Border". Keeping well hidden we watched the 2 "guards" as they patrolled the small clearing until, after a few minutes they were both standing within range. "Now" I whispered to James and we fired simultaneously and with great satisfaction saw wet patches appear on their shirts. The two spun round to be informed they were our prisoners. We ordered them to come to the edge of the clearing and lay down, whereupon we proceeded to gag them securely before tying there hands behind their backs and their ankles and wrists together. James in particular was well satisfied with his handiwork (no doubt he was feeling the injustice of having been tied up for so long earlier). As I completed tying my prisoner I said conversationally without looking up "We will have to remain well hidden until Matthew and Paul get here just in case they need our help". At that moment I felt a wet patch spreading on my shirt and I sprung round to find myself face to face with Mike, Peter and Roger accompanied by a fourth boy, Andrew. Roger and Andrew were holding Matthew between them, his hands tied behind his back and so tightly gagged his mouth seemed to be pulled back almost to his ears.

"As you can see, we have brought Matthew with us to save you waiting" Mike said. Down on the ground both of you with your hands behind your heads." We dutifully obeyed although the look in James' s eyes said "Oh no, not again!" Peter quickly untied the 2 border guards and then stood back while they gleefully placed our hands behind our backs, tying our hands and elbows together as James had been when first captured. "Better gag them both" said Mike. We don't want them alerting Paul" and this was quickly and efficiently carried out. However it was good to know that Paul was apparently still at large. "OK, on your feet - maybe we should put the stumps back in" said Peter, an evil gleam in his eye. We were helped up and the three of us were led back to the enemy base.

On arrival, Matthew was pushed to the ground, his ankles were bound and he was quickly hog-tied. "That should keep you quiet while we sort these two out, but don't worry we will be back with you in a few minutes" said Mike cheerfully. I realised that Matthew was probably the only one who knew where Paul was and presumably his own prisoners still hadn't been found and rescued. With three of their number missing I was sure Mike would go to any lengths to extract this information. Several substantial pine trees grew on the edge of the clearing and I was now taken to one of these and ordered to stand with my back to the trunk. Peter produced a rope, tying my ankles tightly together and then lashed them to the base of the tree. I was then pushed forward, my arms were untied and immediately seized and pulled around the trunk. My wrists were crossed and with an unrelenting pull on my arms to ensure I would not be able to move, my hands were tightly lashed both vertically and horizontally. The rope was finally cinched and knotted off well out of reach of my fingers. The hands released me and I tested my bonds discovering once again that it was impossible to flex my fingers or wrists. I was going no where! James was ushered to a neighbouring tree and dealt with similarly...

Once alone he began by removing our gags before saying "I'm going to leave you for a few minutes so you can consider your predicament together. Three of my team appear to be missing and it would help your circumstances if you were to reveal where they were before we catch Paul which should only be a matter of time. Don't go far!" he laughed before going to the hut. I immediately asked how the other two were and James said he was fine although his wrists were a little sore. This was hardly surprising since he had now spent the best part of the afternoon tied up in a variety of positions. Matthew said he was OK but didn't think he would be able to hold out for long when Mike got busy. We agreed that Paul was probably safe in the treetops but if he was making his way to the rendezvous he was in imminent danger. We felt that, if Matthew could hold out, his two prisoners would be a worthwhile bargaining counter. Paul did not know about these two so if he were taken they would be unable to torture their whereabouts out of him. On the other hand we could always give them Mark (still tied to his lofty perched) to take the heat off Matthew.

Mike reappeared and asked us if we wanted to do this the easy way. Matthew defiantly clamped his jaws closed and, if possible, his stretched limbs seemed to stiffen. Mike stepped behind him out of site then suddenly launched his attack with amazing ferocity, his finger tips dancing over Matthew's taught stomach, ribs and armpits. He burst into fits of giggles writhing around in his bonds but completely incapable of avoiding the searching fingertips. After two minutes he was drenched in sweat with tears rolling down his cheeks. Mike stopped at last and asked if he had anything to say but again he kept his mouth stubbornly closed. The torture commenced again and Matthew gyrated on his rope for a further 2 minutes by which time he was gasping for breath.

"Alright, I give in," he said weakly. Within a few moments he had revealed where Mark was being held but as he finished Andrew and Roger burst through the bushes pushing Paul - arms tied behind his back, shirtless and gagged - before them. They were closely followed by Mark himself. Paul had been caught making his way towards "freedom" and Peter had immediately made it his business to extract what information he could. Peter and the others were now searching for our two remaining prisoners.

Mike fetched a second long rope. Paul was pushed to the ground and his ankles were tied. Within moments his hands had been retied in front and he was strung up like his older brother. Mike turned to Matthew and said, "if you want to help your brother I would speak up now". Paul, still gagged shook his head vigorously at Matthew and within seconds his ribs were under attack just as Matthew's had been a few minutes earlier. Paul writhed in his bonds but with his mouth effectively stopped only muffled sounds were heard. After 2 minutes his face was running with tears from his laughter and Matthew called for Mike to stop and agreed to surrender our remaining two prisoners.

Matthew was gagged and released from the overhead branch. Forced to kneel, another cricket stump was produced and he was pinioned as James and I had been earlier. Then his ankles were freed and he was made to lead a group of our captors to his prisoners. James and I remained tied to our trees and Paul was still strung up by his wrists to the branch above.

Fifteen minutes later everyone returned, leading the still bound and gagged Matthew. His two former prisoners were swearing revenge (they had remained bound longer than either James or me) but Mike stepped forward with a good-natured grin. "Unfortunately you loose and we claim the right to keep you bound for a further hour. The good news is that while you pay your penance the rest of us will prepare supper. We had originally intended that you would all be bound like Matthew, and I had four stumps for the purpose, however I doubt you will want to reveal where the first two are so Paul can join his brother while we find another way to deal with you two".

Matthew's ankles were tied again and he was made to sit on the ground as James and I had been earlier. Meanwhile his brother was taken down and made to kneel. He struggled ineffectually as the stump was slipped into position to pinion his arms and in a few moments he was placed alongside Matthew.

Now it was our turn. My hands were untied from behind the tree and I was forced to bend forward while they were crossed and tied behind my back. Then my ankles were freed from the trunk but otherwise left bound and I was deposited unceremoniously on the ground. Within moments my gag had been replaced. A few paces away, James was receiving the same treatment. Now Andrew appeared carrying a mallet and some long steel tent pegs and I knew immediately what our fate was to be. My ankles were untied, hands grasped my legs pulling them apart and two pegs were driven deep into the hard ground. With my hands tied behind my back I could not resist and within a few moments each of my ankles had been tightly lashed to a stake. James watched wide-eyed but within no time at all he was receiving the same treatment. My hands were now loosed, I was forced back onto the ground and each of my arms were grasped and pulled taught so that I would have no movement. Two more stakes were driven in and my wrists tied to them. With James similarly bound our captors stood back to look at us. They had done their work well stretching my arms out so far that my back was arched. Peter returned with two small logs one of which he placed under each of our necks for support and the relief was palpable. "OK guys, be good and don't go far" he joked and returned to the hut from where the smell of supper was soon tantalising us.

At last the hour was up and the whole group returned to liberate us. We sat up rubbing our stiff limbs and looking forward to our meal. James had received a blooding of fire in his first battle but in the good-natured discussions that followed he quickly realised that it would not be long before he had his opportunity for revenge.

I forgot to put it yesterday but anyways................... Happy Canada Day!!!!!!

Marianne's Kidnapper

Thanks

Some years ago, I was travelling on the train. This was a long (4 hour) trip, so there was plenty of time to get to know fellow passengers if you wanted to.

On this occasion, I got into conversation with two boys of around 9-11 years of age. One boy was being playfully annoying to the other and they were play-fighing when someone (I think it was me, but I can't remember for sure) suggested jokingly that the annoying one needed to be tied up to keep him under control.

Both boys eagerly agreed with that idea and one asked if I had any rope. On an earlier trip, I had needed to tie a suitcase together with rope as the handle had come off without warning when I lifted the suitcase. I had kept the rope in my suitcase ever since, just in case, so I loaned them the rope for their game.

The boy who had been annoying submitted to being tied up by his companion (his brother?) and was soon tied hand and foot, with his hands behind his back. He didn't struggle much, but I don't think he could have escaped anyway. He stayed tied up for around 10 minutes before being untied. I put the rope away and that was the end of the game.

I hope you people enjoyed that story at least as much as I have enjoyed reading yours.

Thanks

Marianne's Kidnapper

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Marianne's kidnapper

Marianne's kidnapper

When we got up there (it's a loft with both of their beds
and 1 bath) we began to watch the movie Lake Placid. During
the movie it shows a cow being suspended from a harness by
a helicopter. Well, this sparked a conversation about
Margaret hanging Melissa like that and how Melissa would
just get out...though this ended with a challenge by
Melissa to have Margaret try (of course) heh.

Anyway, we ended up tying her hands to the headboard of her
bed and her bare feet to the other end (both were wearing
pants and long sleeve shirts and both were barefoot all
week) We then tied her waist to the bed by using ropes that
went under the bed. We then closed their door (heh - stupid
parents would obviously disagree on this activity --
especially for cousins).

Anyway, we proceeded to gag Melissa with a flannel pillow
case and then some duct tape. She then began her
struggle...all the while we began thinking of how
vulnerable she was... we began to tickle her sides and feet
(when I touched her feet with a finger she SCREAMED louder
than I thought possible - I just did it more heheH)
Well, after a while she got out and the parents left to a
movie ( I think) Margaret hated to be tied up so she was
out of the question as the next prisoner - so then - they
both looked at me...I slowly began to back up and toward
the door "Oh no, don't even..." However, Margaret being
pretty strong - but attractive (I KNOW SHE'S MY COUSIN! :)
did put forth much effort, using Melissa to tackle me and
hold me down. Now my uncle was an officer with the local
law so they had the normal hand cuffs AND somehow they
acquired those big cuffs used on people's ankles...I don't
know how but anyway...

They were already in their room (HMMMM) and ready to go.
They turned me on my stomach and began the process. I
desperately tried to escape, knowing their plans as this is
not the first time, the only thing I managed to do was
tickle Margaret's foot once, she yelped and just yanked me
around harder. At this point my hands and feet were locked
up and (they crossed the chains together to make a loose
hogtie) and I was feeling pretty helpless.

Then, Margaret, to my demise, took out some string and a
small amount of green parachute cord. She proceeded to use
the parachute cord to make a very strict hogtie (I could
not move...at all!) and then the string to tie my toes back
to the cuffs. I knew what was coming as they loved to do
this. First though they showed me a new fiendish prize they
had received. It was a VERY large, VERY stiff looking
turkey feather..."DON'T you DARE!" I said (*laughs from
them*)

I can only remember thinking how cool this would've been if
they weren't just my cousins ... heheh. Then it started.
Melissa began going all up and down my sides and stomach
with her hands while Margaret used the feather and her
hands ALL over my feet. She went and did circles at the
bottom of my toes while going up and down the sides of my
soles with her fingers. She also used a pen all over both
my feet and drew little pictures of me getting tickled (I
had to wear socks the rest of the week so noone would
know) , then went back to using both hands on one foot at a
time.(I was wearing green cargo pants, a short sleeve polo
shirt and since they had restrained me they had taken off
my socks - I'm 5'8" or so with short blonde/brown hair and
was wearing a Michigan wolverines hat that day...) This
relentless torture went of for at least 2 hours I swear.
(Good thing I was on my stomach - heh - I think they knew
about this though...) Anyway, I finally was able to rest
for a while still totally immobile. They still tickled me
for a few minutes here and there off and on (especially on
my sz 10 bare feet). They then put in a movie (I don't even
remember what because I was struggling so much. (Oh by the
way they slapped 2 pieces of duct tape on as a gag ( I
don't know why but I couldn't get it off! - thus it
worked.) Anywho, the parents wouldn't be home to late so I
was spending the night anyway. (I was 16 when this
happened - and still am...) Well, they finally took off the
string and cord - still torturing me all the way through
until all they left on was the ankle shackles. The took the
one off my right foot and locked it around the bed frame so
it couldn't be slipped off... They said it was so "The
prisoner couldn't escape." heh... Anyway, I slept like
that, on the floor chained to their bed like their pet wolf
errr dog...(they call me wolf in RL and often tease me in
any way possible because I like the name) So then we awoke
without the parents knowing and I was finally released. I
promised to get back at them sometime this week.

Unfortunately the chance never arrived but I will be going
back with this year or next so keep watching for those
updates :Þ Also, I have other stories just give me time to
organize them :)

P.S. mail me if you want to see pics of Marianne bound and
gagged. ONE THING; you will have to wait till next month to
get them!!!!!!!!!

My name is Evan and I discovered this site about a week ago
and absolutely love it.

I also have a story that happened only a few months ago
which I'm thinking of writing up and posting that includes
my girlfriend, myself and some kids she babysits.

lemme know if your interested

thanks

Evan

Thanx,
Darakian

You posted a tied up and tickled story in Oct. 99 and you
said there was going to be more.
But you never wrote again.
Please, please, please finish it. Tell us what happened
next. Dying to hear more.

Oz

My favorite way is to be hogtied very tightly so I cant
move at all basically

To be continued........

Steve,

Try Tied and True Tales Links - I have posted 360 plus links
of quality bondage sites as a community service and the one
thing they all have in common is that practically all of
them provide free pictures in amounts ranging from 5 to 500.
None of the sites I've listed will trap you unless you are
not careful and try to click on porn site banners. And I
have only listed ONE AdultCheck site and that only because
unlike others, it does contain excellent original content.

I've marked pay sites with an asterix * immediately
following the name to make surfing easier. Hope this helps.

First of all, our real names. I'm David and she's Rachel.

We will soon be posting a huge assortment of stories, all
true. However, first we'll give you a little overview on
how we're posting them, so you don't get confused.

Each story will have 4 important things to look for in it.

1. Title

2. Author

3. Story #

4. Part or Chapter #

For example, let's say this is the story :

Saturday Afternoon SO 2.1

The title - Saturday Afternoon

The author - SO117

The story # - 2 (meaning the second story posted)

The chapter # - 1

However, me and Rachel will use different posting story
numbers. So, my first story will be 1.x and her first story
will be 1.x, not 2.x

We all clear now? Excellent!

Sincerly,

SO117 and SW117

First, I should say that I have been reading this
forum for the last month and have really enjoyed some of the
stories. Now, I think it's time for me to
contribute.

This is a real short story.

Some years ago,
I was travelling on the train. This was a long (4 hour)
trip, so there was plenty of time to get to know fellow
passengers if you wanted to.

On this occasion, I got into
conversation with two boys of around 9-11 years of age. One
boy was being playfully annoying to the other and they were
play-fighing when someone (I think it was me, but I can't
remember for sure) suggested jokingly that the annoying boy
needed to be tied up to keep him under control.

Both boys
eagerly agreed with that idea and one asked if I had any
rope. On an earlier trip, I had needed to tie a suitcase
together with rope as the handle had come off without
warning when I lifted the suitcase. I had kept the rope in
my suitcase ever since, just in case, so I loaned them the
rope for their game.

The boy who had been annoying
submitted to being tied up by his companion (his brother?)
and was soon tied hand and foot, with his hands behind his
back. He didn't struggle much, but I don't think he could
have escaped anyway. He stayed tied up for around 10-15
minutes before being untied. I put the rope away and that
was the end of the game.

I hope you people enjoyed that
story at least as much as I have enjoyed reading
yours.

Jason Masters

Luv worma

Canuck, you can delete the second copy if you want
to.

I don't know if I have any more stories suitable for
this site. I might be able to get one second-hand from the
son of a friend. I hear that he "suffered" a TUG at the
hands of his older sisters. If I can get the story from him
and his permission to post it, I'll put it up here.

Jason
Masters.

Thanks.

Burke

hope to hear ya, thanks :)

Evan

One thing you have to rember,some people still very uneasy and shy about posting,evan if it is only a coment.Shoot here you do NOT have to use your real name,or evan use your e mail adress.

And if you or anyone else just wants to talk,go to my homepge,It is a safe place to talk:)

Per your request, here is the URL for Boundit's site:

http://members.nbci.com/boundabit/

Also, another site sort of on the same subject:

http://www.delphi.com/kidcage/

It was May, very warm here in Toronto (Canada that is) and I had just started working summers at a local pool. “So what are you doing tonight?” I asked Myrium who was on the other end of the phone as I lay on my bed. “I hafta go baby-sit remember? Mrs. Banks is at a business meeting and she’s gonna pay me $10 an hour to baby-sit till 12 AM”. “Oh yeah, that’s great. Need some company?” I asked. “I’ll be done at the pool by 7”. “Yeah that would be great” Myrium told me. “I don’t want to be lonely” she chuckled. I couldn’t help but smile as I told her “Alright, I’ll cya at 7!” and I hung up the phone. I couldn’t wait to see her again that night. I also knew the family she was baby-sitting for. Mr. and Mrs. Banks were hard working people who spent a lot of time at meetings and stuff. Their kids Jordan (12), Moira (9) and Andrew (10) were good kids that got along pretty well and very well with Myrium. So I didn’t worry at all. Picking up my swim bag I jumped up and left for work.

The day was uneventful, which was good cause all I wanted to do was see my darling Myrium that night. Well sure enough 7:00 came and I got dressed and headed to the Banks residence. Took me only a few minutes to drive over from work as I jumped outta my Ford Escort and headed up the stairs to the semi-detached Banks house. Knocking on the door I could hear the music on the inside being turned down all of a sudden. But sure enough that reassuring and pretty face of Myriums opened the door. She jumped into my arms as we squeezed each other’s in a tight embrace. “Glad to see you too” I chuckled. We held each other for a minute before we released each other and headed into the house. Jordan, Moira and Andrew were all on the couch watching television. “Hey guys how sit goin?” I asked walking in, they knew and trusted me. “Hey Evan, what’s up?” Jordan asked. I joined them sitting down on the couch, Myrium joined me in my arms as we watched the TV series Flipper. This series was amazing cause Jessica Alba and her guy friend often ended up tied up together or in some sort of danger. Of course the episode we were watching was no different. Jessica and friend had been caught sneaking around on some illegal fishing ship and they were tied up and locked in the shipping hull. At this point Myrium had actually turned to me, smiled and said, now would that not be great fun or what?” as she still sat in my lap. I couldn’t help my-self and laughed right back saying “yeah I’d be there to protect you from anyone, including any dangerous fisherman”. Jordan of course overheard this and sorta smiled at his siblings Moira and Andrew. We finished watching the rest of the episode before Myrium and I set upon making some dinner for the kids. Macaroni and cheese, can’t go wrong with that right?
Anyway, while we were making it, Andrew, Moira and Jordan all walked into the room with smiles on their faces. Myrium and I didn’t quite to know what to make of them as we stared at each other, then at the kids.

“And what do you guys want” Myrium asked her young friends. “We were wondering if you and Evan want to play a game after dinner with us” Andrew spoke up. “What kind of game?” I wondered. “Robbers” Moira responded. “Robbers?” Myrium asked, “What’s that?” “Its simple” Jordan started to explain. “Andrew, Moira and me are robbers and you and Myrium are our hostages”. “Hostages?” Myrium wondered with a point of interest in her voice. “Yeah, we kidnap you and you try to escape” Moira said right back. Myrium and I sorta stared at each other for a minute. We both smiled, nodded and said, “Well let’s have dinner first then we’ll decide”. The kids seemed to be pretty excited and jumped into their chairs at the dinner table.

While the kids ate, Myrium and I sat in the living room and chatted about what they were planning. “I think they want to tie us up” I told Myrium. “Yeah probably” Myrium responded “That show really got their imaginations going, I mean what else could ‘hostage’ be?”. “I’ll bet were about to find out” I said as the kids came running from the kitchen. “We’re done dinner, we’ll just go get our stuff” Jordan said as the kids ran upstairs. “As Myrium and I sat on the couch holding each other in our arms (Myrium in my lap) we started to stare at each other as to say “This might be good”... we just smiled.

As the kids banged and thumped around upstairs we tidied up their mess in the kitchen and waited in anticipation as to what the kids were about to do to us. The mess was cleaned and Myrium and I waited in the living room for our ‘kidnapping’. About ten minutes later Andrew, Jordan and Moira came bounding down the stairs to find Myrium and myself still sitting on the couch. We were just waiting for the kids to make their plan. “OK guys, remember this is your house”, “Right, be careful” Myrium asked as the three kids walked outside all wearing dark cloths and carrying a duffle bag. We didn’t quite know what was in the bad though Myrium and I figured it was probably guns and rope or something. Anyway as I had said the kids had gone outside all wearing dark cloths. They had changed into what looked like ‘robber gear’. This included sweat pants, sweaters and black caps. They must have been dying of the heat because Myrium and I were in shorts and T-shirts and we were still hot. Actually I was wearing my black bathing suite still from work, though it had dried, and a blue t-shirt. Myrium wore red shorts and a blue tank top. Funny we almost wore the same colour cloths.

It was only a few minutes after the kids had gone outside. Myrium and I were playing our part and pretending not to know anything, just quietly sitting together on the couch watching TV. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Hum, I wonder who that could be” Myrium joked as she jumped out of my arms and headed towards the door. A few seconds later, Myrium reappeared from around the door with her hands in the air followed by the dark figures (obviously Jordan, Andrew and moiré). I jumped out of my seat as the rest of the guys joined me. The ‘robbers’ then pushed Myrium into me as she put on her best dramatic performance screaming and clutching onto me pretending to be all scared. I followed her act, clutching onto her and throwing her behind me to protect her from the ‘robbers’.

“What the heck is this” I asked the lead robber, which looked like Jordan. “Were here to rob the place” Jordan responded. “Yeah, so put your hands up and don’t give us any trouble” Moira told us as she drew her gun. Myrium and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and slowly raised our hands in surrender.

“Get the stuff” Jordan told his partners. Andrew put down his bag full of ‘stuff’ while Moira and Jordan led Myrium and I over to the couch. We were pushed on the couch and as Myrium and I clutched each other in ‘fear’. “Aw don’t they look cute?” Moira added. “Yeah, lets hope they make better hostages” Andrew commented pulling tape out of the bag. “What’s that for?” Myrium asked with a little concern in her voice. “BE QUITE!” Jordan yelled. “We need a place to stay for a few days, too bad for you guys this house seems to be just right hehehe” Jordan laughed. Myrium rested her head on my shoulder and pretended to cry softly as I held her and said “It’ll be alright”. “Come with us” Andrew said pointing towards the stairs to the second floor. Still clutching each other, Myrium and I slowly got off the couch and were hearded upstairs. We were led into Jordan and Andrew’s bedroom. Once there Moira asked us to sit on the side of the bed. “Hands behind your back” Andrew told us. We did, as Jordan pulled out some masking tape. They started on me by taking the tape and wrapping it around my wrists that were crossed behind my back. The tape was wrapped around about 10 times, not totally firm but then again they were only kids. After me, they went to Myrium who at this point was fighting to hold back a smile, looking at me with my hands tied behind my back. “Your next” I told her though she seemed to be liking this at this point. Moira moved on the bed behind Myrium and tied her hands like mine. Tape around her crossed wrists that were behind her back. “I think were in a lot of trouble now Evan” Myrium told me looking on with a semi-concerned looked in her eye. “What ever you guys do you better not hurt her” I fought right back at our ‘captors’ trying to protect Myrium. “You’ll do as I say” Jordan replied “Or else...now get off the bed, Andrew, Moira pull up the covers...our hostages will need a place to sleep”. As Myrium and I were moved, Andrew pulled the cover off the bed. Myrium and I were then carefully placed side by side on the bed. Now lying down, the kids maneuvered Myrium and I face to face and pushed us together. “This may not be so bad after all” I joked looking at my bound beautiful girlfriend lying beside me. “Yeah, if its not work were tied up in its each other” Myrium joked right back, smiling at me. “Ah cut it out you two” Jordan warned as he pulled out a skipping rope from his bag. Now this got interesting. Between the three of them Andrew, Moira and Jordan took the skipping rope and pushed it underneath Myrium and I then wrapped it around us. Pulling it tight, Myrium and I became pinned together face to face. They continued this for another 10 wraps till we were totally pinned together. Myrium and I were tightly secured together, face to face, with our hands behind our backs. The two of us gazed into each others eyes and kissed still kinda laughing from our current predicament.

“Ah that’s it, stop it now! Jordan yelled. Myrium and I instantly stopped and put back on our serious faces. We kinda forgot were supposed to be being robbed. Andrew and Moira then tied my legs to Myriums at the other end of the bed by wrapping them with what felt like a skipping rope. Now although it wasn’t very tight (after all they were only kids) we pretended to be really stuck by squirming back and forth still tied together face to face.

“That should hold em for a while” Andrew said, looking very sure of himself. “Yeah, lets go finish robbing the place and make some dinner” Moira joked. The kids left the room as Myrium and I laid there just staring at each other. Then I told her “...now isn’t this better than modeling?” and she broke out in laughter. She and I kissed then laid still and rested our heads together.

We laid in silence together for about 20 minutes and that’s when the kids decided they wanted to torcher us a little more. We could hear them bounding right back up the stairs as they flipped on the lights and ran in the room. Myrium and I woke up, kinda in shock, and stared right back at them in ‘fear’. “Get them untied you guys, we’ll need some help downstairs” Jordan commanded his compadres in crime. “Oh well, was fun while it lasted” Myrium told me as the kids started untying the rope securing us together at our chests. After about 5 minutes of untying the rope at our chests, they untied our legs and helped Myrium and I off the bed. “Better get their hands too” Moira told Jordan. Myrium and I could have easily gotten out of the tape around our hands, cause it wasn’t tight at all, but we didn’t want to spoil the kids fun...or ours. After we were untied, everyone walked downstairs, Myrium and I still had Andrew pointing his gun at us as we were led back to the family room. “Sit down there” Moira instructed us as we sat down and watched our captors pacing back and forth in front of us. Myrium and I held hands and slowly rubbed each other as Jordan then spoke up. “As I told you earlier, my friends and I need a place to stay while the cops are out looking for us. We’ll need to stay here for at least another two days. Co-operate with us and we’ll let you live. Don’t make us do anything we will all regret”. Myrium and I tried to take Jordan’s warning seriously as Myrium again pretended to cry and clutch my hand harder. I felt so weird, like I loved Myrium and would always protect her. I can only imagine the fear people in real robberies must feel.

Anyway, so it looked like we were gonna be stuck for a while with Andrew, Jordan and Moira as our captors. “The phone cords have been cut, the doors bolted shut and the only way you can get out of this alive is to do everything we say” Jordan warned again. “Grab some more tape Moira” He then ordered as she picked up a roll of masking tape lying on the ground. “To make sure you guys can’t get away, were gonna have to tie your feet together so you can’t run. Andrew, tie their Ankles!”. “Yes Sir!” Andrew replied taking the tape from Moira. Andrew took both my ankle, then Myrium’s and placed them side-by-side. RRRiiiiiiipppppppp went the roll of tape as Andrew applied it firmly to ours ankles and started wrapping. About 15 times our ankles were securly tied and I told Jordan “Not too tight, don’t wanna hurt us”. “Make that a little looser” Jordan then told Andrew, making sure he didnt get himself into any trouble. He had been ok up until this point and I wanted to make sure Myrium was confortable or ok with this. “The tape isnt gonna hold them together very well” Andrew replied as the tape almost seemed to be falling off our legs. Mine was obviously bigger than Myriums but they stuck together fairly effectively. “Fine, well tie their knees together too” Moira commented. “Ummm, just watch where you touch” she told the kids, obviously not wanting them to go anywhere they shouldnt tough on her body. “No prob” Jordan reasured us as he took the tape from Andrew. Tearing off more strips, he attached it just above Myriums knee and started wrapping it around us again. Now my right leg was firmly and totally secured to Myriums left. We werent going anywhere fast. “OK?” Jordan asked. Myrium and I shook our attached legs and believe me, they were quite stuck together. “Yeah were stuck” Myrium moaned at our captors as we looked at each other and groaned. “Good, help them up, take them to the basement” Jordan commanded. Moira and Andrew positioned themselves on each side of Myrium and I. Both Myrium and I wrapped our arms around each other for support as Moira and Andrew both helped us to our feet. Once we were standing, we side stepped and slowly took our bound legs (my right, Myrium’s left) and moved them together. It became easier until we got to the stairs. “OK guys if we can’t do this were staying upstairs” Myrium warned. “We can make it” I told Myrium sorta looking forward to the challenge. I could tell she was nervous so with my hand, which was holding her waste, I gripped her tightly so she felt secure and slowly lead us down the stairs. Well we did just fine and it only took 5 minutes or so to get down a steep flight of stairs. As soon as we hit the bottom step we both sighed in relief as we were then taken over to the bar in the back. The Banks had a little Bar in their basement where they kept all their alcohol and thats where the kids had placed their matterials. “Take Evan and Myrium to the corner” Jordan told Moira. She led us over to a bare corner and helped us sit down.

“OOOFF” We cried as our butts hit the ground. “Sorry about that” Moira appologized as she went back to Andrew and Jordan satisfied Myrium and I werent going anywhere. “Do you find this getting a little boring?” I asked my tightly bound girlfriend on my right. “I don’t know” she replied “Its given us more time to be together” she joked as she rubbed my hand and gave me that smile that makes me go all weak inside. “Heh your right” I replied. “But how about we give them the same fun we’ve had?”. “Sounds good, lets wait till they go upstairs” Myrium replied. “Good Idea”.

“You guys stay here and watch our prisoners, I’m gonna go get some stuff from Jane next store” Jordan told his buddies. “You be careful” I told Jordan not wanting to get into any trouble with his parents...but allowing him to go so Marium and I could have our chance to escape and capture our captors. “No worries” Jordan said taking off up the stairs. Andrew and Moira sorta stood there staring at Myrium and I, sitting on the ground with our legs tied together. “This is boring, wanna play pilotwings?” Andrew said looking Moira’s way. “Yeah you said it, common” She said jumping at the idea. “But what about our captives?” Moira observed. “Oh dont worry about us” Myrium said, “Well stay right here with you” she said with a little chuckle in her voice. “Alright!” Moira said and she and Andrew jumped to the Nintendo. As they sat down to play their game Myrium and I went to work. With our free hands we tried to be as quiet as possible. We started with the tape at our knees. Picking at the tape trapping our legs together. They had become very hot being trapped like they were. We managed to peel off a section as it started to come off. Round and round went the tape as we passed the free end between our hands.

As we got to the final layer that was holding my leg to Myriums we had to slowly peel it so we didnt peel our skin. Slowly but surely the tape came off as we still played silent. Occasionally Andrew would look over at us while Myrium and I sat still staring back at them. They were apperently not aware of what we were doing. We then started on the tape at our ankles. To make sure the kids didnt see us, we bent our knees and moved our ankles back towards us which was tricky with them still attached...but we did it and got ourselves untied. It felt good to be free and have circulation in my leg again. “OK now how to we get them withour Jordan hearing?” I wondered. “We just have to sneak up on them and cover their Mouth’s” Myrium whispered back to me. “Andrew’s gun is still sitting on the table” she noted. “We’ll need that too”. Myrium and I sat there with our legs still pushed together because Andrew would still occasionally look over at us and we didnt want them to know we were free. He was still closer to the gun than we were.

“I’ll tell you when to go” Myrium told me as I waited for her signal. Andrew looked over at us one more time and we still sat there. As Andrew turned back Myrium turned to me and said “GO!”. She and I slowly stood up and tip toed over to the gun lying on the floor. We walked all the way across the floor to where the gun was as I picked it up. “OK guys put em up” Myrium told Moira and Andrew as they spun around in surprise. “Hey!” Moira yelled. “Sorry guys but you should have kept a better eye on Evan and I” Myrium told them. “Now put em up!”. Moira and Andrew complied and raised their hands in defeat. Now our captives, we moved Andrew and Moira to the corner where we sat and pulled out their tape. Although Myrium and I were their babysitters and older than them, we werent gonna be easy on them. I took the tape and tied Andrew’s hands behind him rather firmly with his palms together. Myrium did the same with Moira. With their hands firmly tied, we moved Moira’s feet and hands together and secured her in a tight hog-tie. “I can’t believe you guys escaped, Jordan’s gonna be so mad” Andrew said worrily. “Yeah well thats your problem right Evan” Myrium laughed as Moira and Andrew looked on in worry. I was now applying a hog tie to Andrew when I noticed, hey if were gonna get Jordan too we’ll need more tape”. “Dont worry Ev” Myrium told me “I’ll get it”. As she bounded up the stairs I finished Andrew’s hog tie.

“You alright?” I asked making sure both Moira and Andrew were not in any pain. “Yeah I’m alright” Andrew replied. Moira just sat there, still in shock about the situation she was in. I just poked her and said “Hey wake up”. “I’m awake” she roared. “OK ok, just hang on Myrium will be right back”. It was shortly after that I heard a cry from upstairs. Myriums voice yelled “Evan!” in a semi concerned voice. Not knowing what she was screaming about I ran to the stairs about to head up. It was there I saw Myrium at the top of the stairs with her hands in the air and Jordan standing behind her with gun drawn.

“Oh no” I said with dread in my voice as Myrium simply looked back at me with a worried frown on her face. “Sorry Evan, he surprised me” Myrium appologized as she was guided down the stairs. “Geeze guys I was only gone for a few minutes, couldnt you...” Jordan stopped as he got to the bottom of the stairs and saw Andrew and Moira looking back at him secured in a hog-ties. “Well too bad for you and Evan but your our captives again...but first go untie them” Jordan commanded Myrium and I as took her from Jordan’s clutches and we walked over to Andrew. It took a few minutes to untie them without hurting them with the peeling tape. After they were untied Jordan told us “K guys thats it, no more kid stuff, Andrew escourt our guests upstairs”. Moira took both my hand and Myriums, making sure we werent going to get the better of her this time. Myrium and I just looked at each other and smiled like ‘here we go again’. We were led upstairs back into the family room where we had watched flipper just a few hours ago. It was dark now as it was almost 9 PM. Myrium and I had spent more than a good hour and a half tied up or tied together, and now we were about to get more. We stood in the living room for a few minutes as Jordan decided what he wanted to do with us and Andrew gathered up some tape from the basement. “Alright guys, we have to tie them up so they can’t escape” Jordan told Moira and Andrew. “Oh I know how” Andrew said with a small grin on his face. Now we were scared do to the seriousness in their voices. “To start, grab that stool” Andrew commanded taking the lead of the gang as Moira went over to grab it. “heh you guys are never gonna get outta this one” Andrew gloated seeming 100% sure of himself. Myrium and I were totally wide eyed as this had gone from just a friendly game of ‘Robbers’ to trying to get us into an unescapable tie. But I was still excited.

The stool Moira grabbed was a foot stool for one of the big rocking chairs in the living room...presumably for us to sit on. “Great” Andrew said “Now you two sit down, back to back” pointing at me and Myrium. We sorta stood still for a minute staring at one another. I took her hand, she smiled at me then we slowly took at seat on the stool. “Now what Drew?” Jordan asked, “You’ll seem, grab the tape” he replied. With Myrium and I sitting leaning shoulder to shoulder, Andrew stood there staring at us with a concerned look in his eye. “OK I got it!” He yelled, “Common guys, back to back please”. Me and Myrium looked over our shoulders at each other and scouted ourselves back to back. “K, now take your arms, stretch them out and place them together”. Myrium and I did, they were basically the same length, hers were just a little longer but it wasnt that noticable.
“We’ll have to make this as tight as you tide us” Moira told Andrew taking the tape from him. Obviously she was also still upset from being hog-tied. This made Myrium and I even more concerned. While Myrium and I sat back to back with our arms extended to each side with our arms pressed together Moira stopped for a second like she was thinking to herself.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked getting a little impatient. “I’ve got a good idea for you guys” Moira replied with a smirk on her face. “First lets take care of your boddies”. “Our boddies?” Myrium inquired...but she didnt have to wait long to find out what Moira had in mind. Moira took the tape and started wrapping it around me and Myrium at our stomachs...and she made it really tight too. Its hard to desribe what was going through my mind now as Myrium and I were becoming tightly tied together around our torsos. Around and around and around Moira went until she had used an entire roll of tape on just our torsos and we were so tightly tied from our chests right down to our stomachs with about 30 layers of tape. Myrium and I squirmed together trying to get comfortable in our cocoon of tape. “Uh....Evan I can’t move” Myrium complained. “.Me niether” I replied. “Gooooood” Moira replied loving every minute of our torcher. Now that we were effectively tied together she then took care of our arms. A few loops at our elbows and more around our wrists. Now our arms were also tightly bound together and secured to our sides. Then to finish that off Moira and Andrew took more tape and just started running around us to secure our cocoon even more. “Guys please stop” Myrium said pleading with our captors. It was so tight that we were almost uncomfortable...well almost. “OK, well thats enough to keep you two...ahem....occupied” Jordan laughed. “What about they’re legs?” Moira pointed out. “Thanks a lot Moira” I stated sarcastically as Jordan started tying my legs at the ankles. After me they tied Myrium’s legs as our Cocooning was now complete.

We were tied tight and I mean....TIGHT!. Our arms secured together then to our sides and our boddies together. Myrium in her tank top and I in my T-shirt, the skin on our arms was sticking together as it became very warm in our cocoon as we struggled to free ourselves. It was quite the show and Jordan, Moira and Andrew were enjoying it. Much to the satisfaction of or captors Myrium and I stuggled and squirmed to escape our bonds but not making much if any leway. It was clear that in order to escape our bonds we would have to free our hands. They were tied together (mine to hers) at our wrists and elbows and were then tied at our sides. I was strong enough to break the making tape but not without hurting Myrium. So that plan was out. We tried to concurrently lift our arms out of the tape that loosely kept them secured to our sides. But the way it was tied it was of no use. We also tried just forcing our amrms forward and pulling on the tape. But it didnt rip and we only further hurt ourselves. After a few more minutes of stuggling Myrium and I stopped to take a breather and rested our backs against one another.

Breathing deeply Myrium looked over her shoulder and told me “This isnt going anywhere”. “Yeah I know” I replied. “They can’t keep us tied for long though. Mrs. Banks will be home soon right?” I asked. “Yeah I think so. She’ll kill us if the kids are still up and rambunctious when she gets home” she replied. “Well?” Andrew said still excited at seeing his babysitters so very well tied. “Arent you gonna try to escape?” Moira added. “I think its time you untied us” Myrium told our ‘abductors’. “Aw but why?” Moira whined. “Cause your mom’s gonna be home soon and she’ll be mad if you guys arent in bed in time” I told them in Myriums defence. “She told us she wouldnt be home till 11ish and its only 10:15” Jordan pointed out. “Besides you guys agreed to play and were not letting you go now that we got ya”. “Why you little!” Myrium groaned jolting herself forward and in turn pulling me forward. Of course with us attached to one another she only jolted so far before she was dragged back down by the weight of me. “Shhh.... its ok” I whispered to her. “I have an Idea. Say guys, Myrium and I have a deal for ya” I tried to bargain with the kids.

“How about Myrium and I stay as your captives for another 20 minutes but then you have to let us go”. Myrium seemed to be ok with the idea as she sat still and watched the kids think it over. “Well....ok, but you hafta at least try to escape” Jordan told us. “Deal” I said as we seem to be in agreement. “Ready to give it another try?” I said, looking over my shoulder at Myrium. “Why not, I’m counting the time” Myrium said looking back at me as we continued squirming together in our bounds. Moira, Jordan and Andrew were laughing and hoping around, obviously exstatic that they had managed to keep us so well tied. We tried for a few minutes but Myrium and I got tired of fighting the tape surrounding us and we had to stop struggling. We simple sat back and leaned against each other as we had enough stuggling and simply wanted to enjoy our ‘situation’. “Awww thats it?” Jordan said disapointingly. “Yeah thats enough guys, now untie us”. Although disapointed the kids had their fun and Myrium and I were ready to be untied.

It took about 15 minutes to slowly peel the tape off of Myrium and I so that it would hurt being peeled off our skin. When the last bit of tape was removed from Myrium and I, we stood up and stretched. We had become really stiff from being tied so tightly. “OK guys you’ve had your fun, now its time for bed” Myrium told them. I got the fun job of cleaning up all the tape that was left on the floor from our tying. Myrium took 15 minutes tucking the kids in to bed at almost quartre to 11 just on time. I met Myrium at the top of the stairs as she was closing the door to Jordan’s bedroom after saying goodnight.

She turned and saw me standing at the top of the stairs and we both stopped and smiled at one another. We then took each other in our arms and gave each other a big hug. I massaged her back in my hands as she wrapped her hands around my waste. We held each other for a few minutes, eyes closed just rocking back and forth...until we heard the front door open as Mrs. Banks entered the front door. Myrium and I walked down to the front hall, hand in hand, to meet Mrs. Banks placing her stuff down at the front door. “Hi Guys” she said taking off her coat. “Hi Mrs. Banks how was your evening” Myrium asked. “Oh fine, how are the kids?” she wondered. “Oh they were...fun” Myrium paused and smiled at me.

I ended up driving Myrium home that night...what a night it was too. I walked her to her front door, we held hands and joked about our night. We got to the front door where the porch light had been left on for her. “That was a great babysitting job” Myrium whispered to me trying to be quiet enough not to wake up her parents. “Sure was, hope to do it again” I whispered right back. We smiled at one another, gave each other an innocent goodnight kiss as Myrium then walked inside and watched me pull away. What an amazing night it was, and a lot of fun for everyone.

After watching TV with my brother for a while we decided to have a little fun and be nice while we were at it. My brother’s favorite thing in the world to do is play Cops and Robbers. Tiffany and I decided to play because we figured there would be some bondage in the game. We both very much enjoy being tied up. My brother was jumping for joy. We went downstairs and got the toy handcuffs (which really do lock and don’t unlock without the key, unlike the ones with the little release switch), plastic guns, and of course some rope. Tiffany and I were chosen to be the cops, but there is always a scene where the cops get caught and tied up.

We played along and then the cops get knocked out and captured by the robber. We were finally going to get tied up after that boring game. My brother is pretty smart and really tied us up so we couldn’t get out. He told us to stand up and stand with our backs to the wooden support pillar in the. He wrapped Tiff’s arms around the pole and cuffed them in front of my waist. And then did the same to me. He then got the scissors and started cutting pieces of rope off. First he tied each of our ankles together separately then wrapped rope around both of our ankles and around the pillar. He did the same thing to our thighs also. He then took a long piece of rope and wrapped it around our waists and the pillar pinning our hands to each other’s waists. He did the same thing to our shoulders. He hollered that he would be right back and when he returned he had four of my dad’s bandanas in his hand. He blindfolded and gagged each of us. We were surprised at how well the little guy tied us and we acted helpless and struggled a little, but we enjoyed being tied up to each other like that. My brother then said that the robber escapes and untied us. He went upstairs and started watching TV.

After our last little bondage experience we decided to have a little more fun and started cleaning up. We gathered up all of the rope and cuffs and ran up to my room. Please respond if you would like to hear the rest of my story.

Now it was time for her to tie me up, but I’ll keep it brief because I hate when people talk about tying guys up. She tied me to a chair; hands cuffed behind chair, taped my legs together and used some ropes and belts to secure me to the chair. She also tickled me to death but it didn’t bother me as much as it bothered her.

Now it was her turn again. I told her to lie on the bed on her belly. She complied. I then tied her ankles and wrists together very tightly with rope. I pulled her ankles up to her wrists and tied them together very closely together, putting her in a very strict hogtie. I also gagged and blindfolded her with the bandanas. I once again tickled her feet, but when I rolled her on her right side and began tickling her belly she started mmpphhhing and squirming to get out. She was struggling so much that she almost wriggled off the bed, but I grabbed her, pulled her back on the bed, and started tickling again. After that I untied her and it was time for her to tie me up once more. She tied me up very cleverly this time. She began by cuffing my hands behind my back and tying my ankles and thighs together. She then decided to pull the sheet off my bed and wrapped me up in it very tightly. She tied the sheet together with tape and left me on the floor. She couldn’t really tickle me so she sat on my chest and spread her legs real wide right in front of my gagged but not blindfolded face. This was torture enough because her legs were spread real wide and I could do nothing about it.

After she untied me we cleaned up and continued to watch my little brother downstairs. Tiff and I have shared many other bondage stories such as this one and we hope to continue doing so.

Jenifer,I loved your story too,those are the kind of stories I like. There was a story where a boy ties up and gags( I think) a girl on a school bus.These are my favorite kind of stories,I Love almost all of them,but these are my fav kind:).

I know it's not the best story, but it's a start. But trust m, I have very good stories to tell. So look for me around.

Firstly, did any of you have the slightest inkling of just how dangerous it was to tie and gag a person and then just leave them alone, sometimes for hours?

Also, was there any way for a captive to signal for help (even if gagged) if he experienced serious pain and would his protests have been listened to seriously if he had protested?

Finally, was there ever a case of a player "chickening out" part-way through the game? Or was there ever a case of someone saying that they wanted badly to play, but felt too scared? If so, what was the result? Did they ever get to play?

I ask the last question because I know that, at the age of 12 I was desperate to play a tie-up game, but I was far too scared of the game and any possible consequences and would not have played, even if the opportunity had been presented to me, unless some seriously considerate person who I trusted convinced me that I would be safe.

Jason Masters.

As adults we hope we are more responsible. Those who are serious players are. Because kids are not suppose to legally (at least in the U.S.) have access to sites such as this you wonder where they can be taught that if you want to play you better have certain rules to abide by? A dead bottom be it a kid or adult is just not any fun. But then again I have to question the veracity of one story where a boy is tied and gagged by his aunt and uncle and left unsupervised for long periods of time. Not too smart. Something responsible adults would never do and certainly not to a younger person. Since these are stories perhaps we should just enjoy and hope that they are a lot of imagination added to some fact.

Another thing which scared me about Richard's story was the part about James and (later) Richard himself having their elbows tied together behind their backs. I guess 12yo boys are flexible enough to have that done to them without damage, but I wonder just how long a boy could take that before cramp or other involuntary muscle spasms caused real damage. I know I wouldn't have wanted to find out first-hand (and at the same time I would have loved to find out first-hand, if that makes any sense)

I also hate to think what might have happened if the boy who was tied up while sitting astride a tree branch had lost his balance. While he wouldn't have fallen with his feet tied together under the branch, the weight of his body could have broken one or both of his legs in the fall (shudder)

Maybe I'm just an old killjoy/fuddy-duddy. OTOH, I would have participated in a tie-up game, if only I hadn't been so timid.

While I am on the subject, are there any public sites where people can post stories of childhood tie-up games which contain a sexual component? I don't mean stories of real rape, but sexual pranks such as masturbation.

And while I'm talking about masturbation, I really hope that site about preventing masturbation, which was advertised here, is someone's idea of a sick joke. Treating a child in the ways suggested on that site is far more likely to physically and psychologically damage a child for life than any imagined "danger" from masturbation. I will go further and say that pursuading a child that masturbation is "sinful" is true child sexual abuse. Sorry for going off-topic, but I think it was important to say this here, since the URL for that site has been posted here. Fortunately, it seems to have been deleted

NO I WILL NOT repost the URL. DON'T BOTHER ASKING!

End of rant and I'm sorry if I've upset the regular posters.

I dont evan like to use the word"bondage" here. Yeah I know I used it 3 times this post.I just cringe,when I see those kind of words at THIS site. It seems to take the incocents away from the stories.Mind you I have NO problem with the word itself,cause I am "into" it big time.
Anyhow :) not sure if you were the one asking for a brother sister tie up site? I have a dreambook called "Big brothers tied up little sisters" Not a lot has been posted recently,but there is some nice stories,a little stronger than here,plus there is a post with a link to another site,about "kids tied up" Mostly made up stories BUT be warned they are VERY adult,I checked it out,and I must say I didnt like it,just too oppite of what I like and very diffrent than this site. For those of you who like canucks site I would NOT recomended it.
I am very open minded and laid back,bit this site just didnt set well with me,but that is just my opionn.I am not trying to trash the site,last time I was there it had a lot of post,so some people do like it,but it wasnt for me.

So if you do feel the need to check it out,remember you were"warned" and yes I know some people will want to check it out just because of what I said,as long as you know what you are in for. I will post my dreambook url and y discuss board url in my next post.

I'm sorry to make it such a hassale,but I cannot in good consinse(sp) post that link here,the stories are very ,well not hardcore,but much more graphic.

Antonio

I do intend to post some fantasies to an appropriate forum some time, but they will either be under another pseudonym or as Jason Masters in full.

On the subject of danger, I feel that the occasional reminder posted here is appropriate. But please people, don't let the warnings of danger put you off posting your stories here. Although I was scared by the inherent danger in "Evasion in the Woods", I enjoyed the story very much.

Please keep posting your stories folks.

#1. Possession of chloroform is illegal in the United States unless you are apart of medical personnel.

#2. Chloroform is a killer. Anyone who inhales it can and mostly likely will develop some kind of malfunction in their body, even if it's only used once, that's why hospitals barely use it anymore.

Nice story, but what were you and Liz, wearing?

Tim and I sometimes tied each other up. Nothing special, and we never did do gags. Just hands and maybe feet with a bit of rope. Once I tied Tim's hands, put him in the closet, and went to dad. I told dad that I was holding Tim hostage and wanted an increase in my allowance. Dad said that Tim wasn't worth much, and he was sorry, but no deal. When I got back to the bedroom, Tim had freed himself. And that ended that. We also tied up neighbors and they tied us up as we played the typical "cops and robbers" or "pirates," or our favorite - "cowboys and Indians." But the bondage was never heavy and we always escaped easily. Sometimes dad saw us when we were tied, but he never said anything.

When I was somewhere around fifteen and Tim was thirteen, we were alone at home one Saturday while our parents were off shopping. Julie, then eleven, had been tormenting us, not letting us do out chores and generally making life difficult. In exasperation, Tim said, "Let's tie her up." It sounded like a good idea to me. I found some rope in the basement, and then Tim and I grabbed her. As she shouted and screamed, I tied her arms while Tim tied her ankles. She was making so much noise that I found a roll of scotch tape and put a few pieces over her mouth. Of course, it didn't do much good and came right off. Unfortunately, just as I was putting on the tape, Mom and Dad walked in.

Dad told me to untie Julie, and I did. That seemed to be the end of it. I wondered what Dad might do, but he said nothing. At dinner we discussed the fact that Julie was having a slumber party that night with five of her friends. Tim and I complained about the slumber party which always meant that we were more or less grounded in our bedrooms. Dad warned us not to worry our mother who would be busy helping Julie fix snacks and get ready for her party. He told us that he was tired of us making trouble when Julie had her friends over.

Then Dad said, "Gregg and Tim, I want you to finish up the dishes, and then meet me in the den by the television set where he said he would give us a lesson. We did the dishes wondering what was going on. Then we headed for the den. We found Dad sitting there, waiting for us. On the floor next to his chair were many coils of rope and some other things. Dad said he was going to teach us how to tie somebody up right and he said he would be done before the slumber party. Well, if Dad promised something, it was as good as done, so we waited to see what this lesson was.

"You boys have tied each other up from time to time," Dad started, "and also some of your friends. But you don't do a very good job. Everyone always gets away quickly. So I've decided to teach you how to do it right. You might just as well do a good job as a bad one. Okay?" Tim and I agreed. With that, Dad took four tennis balls, and gave each of us two, told us to put one in each hand and wrap our fingers around it. Then Dad took duct tape strips and began wrapping our hands around the tennis balls. First he did it to me, then to Tim. Soon our hands were silver wads at the end of our arms, snugly wrapped around the tennis balls.

Next, Dad took a length of rope about a yard long. He tied one end around my right wrist. He had me hold my arms down at my side, bend my elbows so that my lower arms crossed in front of my stomach with each hand at the opposite elbow. He ran the rope around my back and tied it off to my other wrist. He did the same to Tim.

He took a long coil of rope and wrapped it around my upper body midway between my shoulder and elbow, going around my body snugly about five times, then tying off the rope. Tim followed, and everything Dad did to me, he did next to Tim.

Now he took a long rope and tied it around my right wrist, strung it up in front of me to the ropes that circled my body, looped it over the top of those ropes so that it was now behind me, then down and around those ropes and back in front of me. Then the rope went up around the back of my neck, and down on the other side reversing the process.

Dad explained that we could still raise your hands up toward our heads, but not any lower down toward our feet. The wraps around our body held our arms in place. Together with those wraps the first tie kept us from moving our arms from side to side."

Dad tied another long rope to my right wrist, and now took it down, going between my legs and up the back, he looped it up over the ropes that circled my body, and back down between my legs and up in front and tied it to my other wrist. This rope was tied very snugly. Now we couldn't move our arms up or down.

Dad then tied our legs above our knees, below our knees, and at our ankles. He not only took the rope around the outside of our legs, but also between them so as to cinch the circling ropes tighter. At that point Tim said that the tie-up was really neat, but that Dad needed to hurry so that we would be untied before Julie's friends showed up.

But Dad said that the lesson wasn't over. He laid us down on the floor, and took more rope. He fastened my ankles with the end, then pulled up my legs and tied them to the ropes that circled my upper body, pushing my legs in so that when he was done, there was no give in the rope. He explained that it was called a hog-tie. He told us then to try to get free. We squirmed around, and did everything we could, but of course, got nowhere.

Tim asked Dad again to finish up, but Dad said there was one more thing. He took a practice golf ball - the plastic kind that are light weight and full of holes. He had me open my mouth and in went the ball, and then he wrapped my lower face with more duct tape, going around five or six times, sealing in the golf ball.

Dad said that this was a fairly good gag, and that it would keep me from talking. He had me try to say something but I couldn't do more than make moaning sounds. Then he did the same to Tim.

Standing, Dad said that that was the end of the lesson, and that we should enjoy the rest of the evening. With that, he picked up the remaining rope, tape and equipment, and started to walk out of the room. Tim and I protested into our gags, but found there wasn't much we could say. And it dawned on me, far too late, that we were to stay this way for a while - we didn't yet know how long.

Julie and Mom walked into the room after a few minutes followed by Dad. Julie kept saying how wonderful it was that Tim and I were tied up and begging Dad to leave us that way forever. Dad said that we would stay tied up for a while and that for once we wouldn't bother the slumber party. I have to admit, when our sister had a slumber party, my brother and I usually caused problems which led to Julie shouting and crying and my parents getting mad at us.

I looked up at Mom and tried to make noise into my gag, but got nowhere. She looked down and seemed upset, asking my father if it was a good idea to keep us tied up? He assurred her that we weren't being hurt and that it might be good for us and would guarantee them a quiet evening.

Julie walked around and looked at us from all sides.

I still remember her shouting, "It's wonderful. Keep them tied up all night. It serves them right."

Mother asked a few more questions and still looked concerned, but finally left the room. Tim and I protested and moaned, but Dad ignored us. A bit later the doorbell rang, and girls began arriving for the party. Margret, Julie's best friend, came running into the den with Julie. Margaret stood and starred and laughed. Then she ran out and brought in her mother. Margaret asked if they could tie up her brother too, but her mother said it probably wasn't a good idea.

Andrew, who had come along, just stood and stared at us, and then finally he and his mother left while Julie and Margaret stood and watched Tim and me squirming and embarrassed on the floor. The other girls arrived - and all came in and looked at us. Eventually they went on to the upstairs bedrooms for the games and slumber party leaving Tim and me alone - bound and gagged on the den floor.

After what seemed like a very long time, Dad untied us and sent us off to bed. We didn't bother anybody that night for fear of what Dad might do. I was afraid that he would tie us back up again and that we'd be that way all night. Now, looking back on it, I can only wonder what it would have been like if he had done exactly that.

you need to scroll ALL the way to the bottom of the page,and you will see something called "television and movie links"

Click that on and it will give you a lot of links to sites that have a TON of vid caps of women tied up from tv seris,movies,soap opera:) the 'works'
If you cant find them I will be back latter tonight and try and give you the best ones,:) I have been to just about every link there is,well in regards to my er " hobby :)

Trevor was with some other boys from school and they were outside the local Post Office which had a flagpole out the front. For some reason (or for no reason but that it was fun), the boys decided to tie Trevor to the flagpole with string. They first tied his hands together in front, then backed him up to the flagpole and tied him to it. Then they just walked off and left him like that.

The tie-up wasn't very good of course, so all Trevor had to do was dive one hand into the front pocket of his trousers and get out his pocket knife... and the rest, as they say, is history.

Trevor was never in any real danger, as the place was very public and he could easily have asked someone for help if he had been really stuck or in pain.

Regarding the elbow tie, both James and I were able to touch our elbows together behind our backs without any assistance and even now, 35 years later I can still almost do so! I was subjected to this treatment on several occasions and although ones shoulders would ache a little after half an hour or so I never really experienced any ill effect. In mitigation, we had both at various times boasted about our "gymnastic" abilities so only had ourselves to blame. I don't recall anyone else being tied quite as strictly, although a looser elbow tie was often used as it prevented the captive from "stepping through" his bound hands and thus being able to get to work with his teeth. Once again, others have written in this forum of similar ties being used on them.

I don't recall anyone ever "chickening out" after a game started or after being captured. We all new what was involved in the games and I guess accepted it on that basis. It was of course a small, close knit community where we all "played" together, swam together and attended the same (only) school. While there were always comings and goings, there was always a solid core of youngsters and I believe we not only had close friendship within our circle but also trusted one another.

Speaking personally, I was in fact a fairly timid boy and although I had been tied up on a couple of occasions before my arrival in Cyprus I was very nervous about the whole enterprise. I can wholeheartedly sympathise with Jason when he says, "...he wouldn't want to have found out first hand (but would have loved to have found out first hand)". I think he has eloquently summed up my own feelings, despite my regular involvement. When I first joined in I was extremely nervous (as was James) but it is difficult to assess particularly after this length of time where my nerves came from. They never entirely left me despite my realising that I actually enjoyed (in the widest sense) being tied up or indeed tying someone else, and perhaps this is what is so stimulating.

I do have a couple more tales from the same period and if any one wants to hear them just let me know.

Of course, Richard's story contained at least three elements which showed just how careful and considerate the boys were, within their limited experience. One is how Richard and James were allowed to have a drink of water before being left tied; the second is that they were gagged with wet rags so as not to dry out their mouths in the hot climate; the third is where, during the final "penalty" tie-up, they had logs placed under their necks for support, to reduce the strain (and pain) to a tolerable level. These elements are important because they make it obvious that there was no ill-will anywhere in the games.

Richard, I would love to hear any more stories you have, if they follow a similar pattern to Evasion in the Woods.

I also don't mind email on the subject of tie-up games. There are a few aspects of tie-up games which I would love to discuss with someone "of like mind", but the discussion topics would not be suitable for Canuck's forum. (Insert wry grin here)

I was staying at a friends house for a week on the summer holidays. We were a bored one day so we decided to play his old Sega. but we'd already played it alot that week so we decided to add in a 'forfeit'. Whoever lost would be tied up by the winner for an hour. We had played this game a few times before, so my friend came up with the idea of having the winner decide what the loser had to wear. I said that was too unfair, and that we should roll a dice to decide what to wear. (my friends family were pretty active/sporty types, so there were lots of different thing to tie sombody up in.) We decided somthing like: 1-swimming trunks, 2-normal clothes, 3-pyjamas, 4-wetsuit, 5-a snosuit, 6-you could choose. Anyway, we played some fighting Sega game and I lost.

We rolled the dice and I had to wear a snowsuit. My friend grinned and told me to go into the bedroom we were sharing. he came back a minute later with a grey snowsuit and a big roll of black duct tape. I said that we didn't say anything about tape, but he said 'tough luck, anyway it's just like rope'. He got me to put on the snowsuit and zip it up. It was a bit big for me - my hands amost didn't come out of the sleeves, and it was pretty baggy. Little did I know this was part of the plan...

First, he wrapped duct tape around my ankles and above my knees, pretty tightly. Then, he pulled the sleeves a few inches past my hands, put them together and wrapped tape around them. The ends of the snowsuit's sleeves were stuck together, so (in theory) I could'nt use my hand for anything (they were inside the taped-together sleeves) or get out of the suit. i thought I would be ok, though, since the suit was baggy I could probably wriggle by arms out of the sleeves and undo the zip.

But my friend had also though of this! He got me to lift up my arms and wrapped a big loop of tape around my body, just under my arms. THis meant that I couldn't get wriggle my arms out of the suit's arms. Then he put the taped-together ends of the sleeves next to the snowsuit's belt, and taped the sleeves to it. Finally, he took out the snowsuit's hood, pulled it on over my head, and wrapped duct tape around my head over my mouth about 5 times. Then he got a strip and put it over my eyes. He said somthing like 'See you in an hour!' and then closed the door and left.

I was pretty tied up. I could'nt move my hands away from my waist because they were stuck in the sleeves of the snowsuit, and they were taped to the suit's belt. I couldn't make much noise because of the gag, and I couldn't see anything. I tried to sit down on the bed, but I slid off and fell onto the floor.

I pushed against the tape and snowsuit pinning my limbs to my body, and almost wet myself when I found out how well i had been immobilised. I'd been tied up before but this was different - every move I made was stopped by the soft but strong snowsuit material. It was like what I thought being in a straightjacket would be like, except this one covered my arms, legs, body and mouth. I got scared and thrashed around for what felt like ages, shouting into the tape gag. I pulled really hard on the sleeves and kicked against the tape on my legs, but when I stopped I was just as stuck. I couldn't make more than a 'mmmppphhh' through the tape, and ayways my friend's parents were at work, so nobody else was around untie me.

But after I calmed down it wsn't too bad. I wriggled back onto the bed and started trying to undo the tape holding the sleeves to the belt. I had actually managed to get the sleeves off the belt when my friend opened the door and took the tape off my eyes. he said 'it's only been 20 minutes, but i figure you must be getting bored there, so i'll let you watch some tv'. He puled me off the bed and I hopped to the lounge, where I sort of fell onto a chair and watched somthing for the next half an hour. When the show finished, i made some raelly loud 'mmmppppphhhh's though the gag, so my friend finally undid the tape and I got out. Even though it had been kind of scary being so immobilised, I enjoyed the whole thing aftrwards, and I got my friend back later...

This happened when I was 17, I was babysitting two kids, (Brother and Sister) named Joseph and Sarah. I had looked after them a few times before, but this time their parents were going away for an entire weekend, and I was looking after them and staying at the house. We had often played playful bondage games in the past, and they were quite good at tying me up. Joseph was 12 and his sister was 9 or 10. Their parents left at around 10 A.M. on Friday Morning (It was the Summer Holidays by the way) and had been gone for around three hours when Joseph and Sarah came down to pester me.

It was raining, so they couldn't go out anywhere and had been playing for a while. Tehre wasn't much on TV, so I was just lazing around. A description of me might be in order now. I had lond blonde hair, tied in a Ponytail, tall (Around 5'6 at that time), slim with an athletic body and Joseph had a major crush on me. I knew this, and teased him sometimes. Anyway, they came down at around 1 p.m. to talk to me, and one thing led to another when Joseph said.

"Christy? Wanna play that tie-up game where you have to try and get out?

I agreed with him, and told him to get his stuff. Sara ran off with him, as I noticed he had quite a big hard on for someone of his size. He was obviously enjoying it, and, secretly, I didn't really mind it. Anyway, he had quite a collection fo ropes and even some Duct Tape, so he pulled a chair over from the dining room, and drew the curtains so everyone thought we were still in bed. He sat me down on the chair (Which didn't have any arms) and told me to cross my wrists behind my back. I did so, and he tied them surprisingly tightly with some white Nylon rope. He then looped rope around my wrists and elbows, securing them to the back of the chair. I was wearing a short sleeved pink T-Shirt, jeans and trainers by the way. He and his sister did the same to my ankles and knees, connecting them to the legs of the chair.

"Try and get out of that one!"

He smiled at me as I struggled. Then he asked me if I wanted to play 'properly'. After a while, I realised I had nothing better to do and said yes. He smiled, and ran off upstairs again. When he came back down, he had put a black balacalava on and had a toy gun.

"Don't move missy."

I chuckled, knowing I couldn't move anyway, adn decided to play along.

"HELP!"

He walked up to me and grabbed some cloth from a table.

"Open up missy."

I opened my mouth to protest but he shoved the cloth in, and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, before tying it around my head, securing the cloth in palce and making a fairly effective gag.

"MMMPHH!"

By this point, he had a huge erection, and he and Sara went upstairs to plot, leaving me to my helplessness.

After a while, I realised they were still plotting against me, and began working on getting free. After five minutes struggling, I got my wrists loose, untied my legs and then took the gag from my mouth. I collected all of their ropes and Duct Tape that they had left behind, and began slowly sneaking up the stairs. I heard laughter, telling me they were in tehir parents bedroom. All of the curtains were shut, but the lights were still on. I sneaked into the room, only to find they were ready for me. Joseph ran at me, and tackled me by the legs. I fell to the floor, but it was thickly carpeted and he knew I'd be mad if he hurt me. He sat on my back as I pretended to struggle, but I was still fairly surprised at how strong he was. I found, after a moment, that I couldn't get free either way, but, instead of tying me up, he got off me.

"Thats enough for now...Can we play again later? I'll get a friend to come around."

I agreed, and told him I'd bring a friend of my own. In all honesty, I was beginning to enjoy it all, and decided to phone up Ellen, a friend of mine who had played some bondage games with me before. Anyway, I called her and Joseph and Sarah called their friends, and by six o'clock, there were five people in the house. Josephs friend was called Darren and the three went to their room to make their plans. Me and Ellen sat downstairs for a while, and, as I told her the situation, she seemed to be quite amused. She agreed to stay the night with me, but said she was going to pop out to get a few films for after the kids were in bed. I told he O.K. and she pulled on her coat before heading out...

Aftter ten minutes, I was aware of Joseph, Darren and Sarah watching me from the stairs, but pretended not to realise they were there. I stood up and walked upstairs, seeing them scurrying into their room, and pretended to go to the toilet. I decided to let them 'capture' me and walked into the bedroom they were hiding in, again, their parents. I walked up to the bed, and pretended to straighten the sheets when Sarah jumped onto my back. I was surprised and fell onto the bed. One of them pulled my hands behind my back and they were bound with some of the Duct Tape. I was shocked by the efficiency of it all. With my wrists secure, they leisurely bound my elbows in the same way, and then my ankles. My elbows were secured with one of Sarahs skipping ropes and wasn't particulary tight. My ankes, above and below my knees and my thighs however, were. Pulled together with tight silver Duct Tape I couldn't move my legs. Darren whispered something and Sarah chuckled, before stuffing some kind of material into my mouth (I would guess a cloth of some kind). They secured it with another scarf, and I made 'mmmphh' sounds to please Joseph. Then, with surprising strength, they pulled me off the bed, and, to my surprise, into the wardrobe! (I think it's a closet in America._ It wasn't too dark and they left the door open a little so I could see, but not until tying some rope around my ankle and attatching it to the rail above me so I was truly stuck. I chuckled at my predicament, when I heard the downstairs door open and Ellen call.

"I'm back!

I will continue this story if you like tomorrow. Again, if anyone wants ot know of my adult or more childhood stories let me know by e-mailing me and if you like this, I'll post some more tomorrow.

I'd love to see your site. But...

Your suggestion of giving fake info to MS passport doesn't quite work that well since they confirm your information with your real e-mail address - and I would never trust Passport with that kind of information. After all, Passport was designed as a huge database of everybody's personal information, after all. Plus, when I went to the site, it complained that I didn't have Internet Explorer (the one with all the security holes), and refused to let me in...

Could you, please, move your site to a location that is more flexible?

There I was, my wrists bound behind my back with Duct Tape, my elbows with a Skipping rope and my ankles, knees and thighs with more tape. As well as this, a rope was attatched to one of my ankles and then to the rail inside the closet I was stashed in to keep me there. My mouth was stuffed with cloth and secured with a Scarf (In what I knew was called a Cleave Gag). I heard the door open, and my friend, Ellen, call that she was back.

"MMMMMPHH!!!"

"Christy?"

She called up to me. In the wardrobe as I was, there was only a crack of light, but I heard her making her way up the stairs and noticed what she was wearing. She was obviously planning on going out later, wearing a short black leather skirt, a pink top, tights and heeels. She had done her hair in an elegant Ponytail, very carefully done.

"I'm going out at around 10 tonight, Christy. I promised Tom I would"

I made more muffled sounds through my gag as she reached the top of the stairs. She chuckled, obviously realising they had captured me and walked into the room to untie me. She looked around for a moment, confused, when Darren and Joseph jumped onto her, knocking her to the floor.

Just before she hit the bed, I saw her smiling, as her hands were pulled behind her back, and tied together with some rope. She pulled against it, half-heartedly, and then rested against the king sized bed as the two boys, assisted by Sarah, tied her elbows, ankles, upper and lower knees and thighs in the same way as me, only with rope and not tape. Sarah then opened the closet door, and they pulled her into it, before attatching a rope in the same way as me to the rail. They then put us back to back, and wound rope around out stomachs, arms and above and below (Mine at least) our breasts. Darren stepped back, smiling at his handiwork, Joseph had as big a hard on as ever, and Sarah grabbed a Snakes And Ladders game, threw it on the floor in front of us, and began to play with Joseph and Darren just to torment us. After a few minutes of Ellen telling them to untie her (Not too serious) Darren gagged her in the same way as me.

Sorry about this one being so short - I'll post a proper one later.

Our activities were invariably aimed at members of the other patrols, sometimes with the assistance (and invariably with the knowledge) of our own patrol members. We would accept our "punishments" without protest and it was an unwritten rule that we would be left by our tormentors to be liberated by our colleagues after a reasonable time, usually between one and two hours.

At last high summer arrived, and with it the school vacation and prospects of our 2 week summer camp. On this occasion, a central area in our woods was occupied by our leader's tent, together with cooking facilities, storage etc. and each patrol was allowed to site their own tents separately, establishing their own "territory". We had been provided with large tents suitable for 6-8 people and my patrol had 2 of these for our six boys. We divided 3 and 3 and James and I found ourselves sharing with Stuart (13) who had been initiated into "The Games" but didn't generally hang out with us. He had a great sense of humour and this was fortunate, as he would later find himself deeply embroiled in our activities. The two tents were sited approximately 20 feet apart.

Before turning in on our first night under canvas, Stuart proposed a "tie up" competition with each of us taking it in turns to be tied, with a time limit of 30 minutes each. The winner was to be the one who freed himself in the shortest time, the loser to take responsibility for keeping the tent clean and tidy for the next 3 days. James and I were a little surprised at this but quickly accepted the challenge, and a variety of hog ties followed, more or less adequately applied, during which Stuart surprised us with his knot tying efficiency and good humour. James was the loser, having failed so much as to loosen any of his bonds skilfully applied by Stuart, while the latter gained a comprehensive victory by freeing himself completely in the time limit. I only managed to free my self from the lashing between ankles and wrists and managed to get my feet free. My hands were still securely tied behind my back when the time expired!

Our activities were now cut short by our leaders insisting that we all turned in. In the warm darkness, James began to gleefully outline some of his schemes for the coming days and I suddenly realised that this camp was going to be great fun but at the same time we were likely to spend a lot of time deprived of our liberty! Stuart listened in mute admiration to James who suddenly voiced a concern that was growing in my mind, "Look Stuart, you may catch it if you stick around us during the day. Richard and I are quite happy to accept any repercussions but it wouldn't be fair to involve you". We were both amazed when he replied, "That's OK. Thanks for your concern but some of your plans sound like fun and if I get caught with you I guess I will just have to accept the outcome!" He had been around long enough to know what sought of retribution was generally meted out to us.

Over the next few days we amused ourselves by carrying out an endless succession of practical jokes on our friends, sometimes alone and sometimes aided and abetted by Stuart. The latter managed to keep a low profile and he avoided any come back, but James and I spent several hours either tied to trees or staked out in front of the "opposition's" tents. Tickle torture became almost obligatory (every boy in the troop knew what a devastating effect this had on me - James was more stoical) and we were invariably securely gagged during this operation. At other times our mouths would be left free provided we agreed to give our solemn word to keep silent until we were liberated. We invariably agreed since we were always closely guarded and were immediately gagged if we broke our promise. When our penance was deemed complete the other members of our patrol would be told where they could find us and would immediately set us free.

Our leaders were aware of what was going on and checked from time to time that we were not being treated too roughly, although James and I were not unduly concerned about our treatment in the hands of our adversaries, since we knew that none of them would deliberately inflict any pain or anything with a lasting effect on us. In any case, we lost most of the sympathy we might have had after large Thistle heads mysteriously found their way into the leader's sleeping bags one day!...

After supper we four gathered up buckets and left the camp to fill them with oozing mud gathered from a ditch, topping this off with sand from the beech and adding sea water to produce the right consistency. When we had finished it made a satisfying "glop" when mixed with our hands and in addition had a vile smell. We carried our creation back to the camp, ensuring the buckets were well hidden.

After breakfast the next morning, Mike announced that his patrol were going swimming, went to their tents to change and duly left for the beach. The third patrol had duties to carry out that morning about the camp but I had persuaded James that we should at least tell the two remaining members of our patrol, David and Robert who were brothers, what was about to happen so that they could organise alibis. I suppose I thought they would realise what a hair brained scheme it was and try to talk us out of it so I was shocked when they not only said they thought it was brilliant but offered to join us. My last escape route was therefore comprehensively blocked!

There was nothing for it but to gather our ammunition and take up positions, with Stuart David and me on one side and the other three on the other. We kept well down behind the ridge and at length Mike, Peter and the others appeared looking refreshed and invigorated by their exercise. They were chatting gaily without a care when the first handful of lethal mud descended to be followed by an absolute barrage. Filled with confusion, in no time at all they were absolutely filthy with the stinking mixture. They were unable to see us and I had high hopes that we would be able to creep away from the scene of our crime un-noticed as planned, which amazingly we seemed to accomplish. Returning circuitously and quickly to the campsite we were there to greet our (filthy) friends on their arrival. If they suspected anything, they gave no indication although they uttered the wildest imprecations against the perpetrators of this attack. They went to shower and change and reappeared, duly washed and changed on the friendliest terms. This alone should have warned us that all was not well but after all they could hardly launch an attack against the whole patrol in the middle of the campsite.

The whole troop spent the afternoon on the beach and everyone enjoyed the sun, the sea and the companionship. We finally made our way back in the late afternoon for supper whereupon Mike approached, handed me a handkerchief and asked if it was mine. I looked closely at it and realised it would be pointless denying it. I loved my Mother dearly but why did she have to be so paranoid about putting name tapes on all the property I took to camp? I thanked him and asked with a sinking feeling where he found it. "Oh, outside the camp" Mike said airily and walked away.

I immediately commenced searching for James sensing somehow that the lost handkerchief connected me (and probably him by implication) to what had happened that morning. I found him in our tent and told him about my encounter with Mike. He showed no surprise whatever and handed me a note he had found attached to his sleeping bag. Sinisterly, it read, "Don't go out alone, watch your back at all times. Revenge (when it comes) is sweet". I was shocked when I discovered that identical notes were attached to the other two sleeping bags in the tent. We called Stuart and sat down to discuss what we could do having first established that the other 3 boys had received no such threats and must therefore be assumed to be in the clear. James agreed that perhaps we had better de-escalate our activities and be on our best behaviour for the next few days. We decided that we would remain in a tight group with the other three on the basis that there was safety in numbers and this decision was endorsed by the others who were more than happy to provide us with some security, in view of their involvement. Finally, we apologised profusely to Stuart for getting him involved but he reminded us it was his decision and that it was I who had spoken out against it. He would take any retribution that was coming.

For the next couple of days we moved like fugitives on a police protection scheme, never being out of contact with one another or our "minders" but camp life went on and everyone behaved in the friendliest manner. No reference had been made to our attack since it happened and I slowly began to hope that perhaps Mike wasn't sure and we would escape untouched.

Some hope!

We turned in three nights later laying awake talking for maybe half an hour before finally succumbing to tiredness, and curling up in our sleeping bags. Our fears of retribution had largely evaporated over the last few days and I fell into a deep, contented sleep. I came to, to feel my shoulder being gently shaken. It was still dark outside and I yawned as I whispered "Wos matter?" I didn't get any further - a large wadded cloth was stuffed unceremoniously into my mouth and simultaneously I felt someone sit on top of me, straddling my arms with his knees and pinning my arms inside my zipper-less sleeping bag. In the moonlight entering the tent through the open entrance I could make out several dark forms and realised that James and Stuart were each receiving the same treatment. I tried to spit out the cloth but a hand was clamped tightly over my mouth, to be replaced shortly by a second cloth (in reality my own scarf), forced between my teeth and tied off tightly at the back of my neck. We had all been securely gagged in total silence with no opportunity to cry out for help. Not a sound had been made - or would be! My eyes now accustomed to the moonlight, I could make out six figures in the tent, two for each of us. How we had revelled in the luxury of the spaciousness of our tents - how we regretted it now!

With the three of us effectively silenced and still restrained in our sleeping bags by a boy sitting on each of us I felt my legs lifted inside the bag. A noose of rope was passed around them and tied tightly further restricting my movements (the other two once again received the same treatment). Someone then bent down and whispered in my ear, "We need to have a little chat about certain events a few days ago. This is not a convenient place to talk so we hoped you would agree to come for a short stroll with us. I am sure you will understand that for your own protection (and ours) we will need to tie your hands behind your backs. If you agree to come quietly without a struggle it will make it easier on your selves. Otherwise we shall have to carry you which may prove painful. If you agree, nod your head". I had immediately recognised Mike as our inquisitor - I had once heard him describe carrying someone in what sounded a most painful manner and which I will not elaborate on here - I accepted his terms with alacrity (I am relieved to say that James and Stuart did as well). My heart sank as I new that, once our hands were tied, which was inevitable, we would be at their mercy...

Stuart's legs were now freed, he was hauled to his feet and, escorted by two of our assailants he was frog-marched away. Five minutes passed and then James was dragged out of his sleeping bag and led off. Finally, after a similar interval I felt my legs being untied and I was hauled out of my bag. With a boy holding each of my arms we made our way silently out of the camp. The ground under the trees was largely sand, covered in pine needles but my captors guided me carefully over rough spots since I, like James and Stuart, was bare footed. Finally we arrived at a steep rocky path about 400 yards from the camp which led up to a clearing. With my hands tightly tied behind my back I needed help to climb up. A light breeze was blowing and the pre-dawn air struck chill. We three prisoners were all dressed the same in nothing but blue cotton PE shorts, the nights being too warm for tee shirts but I now shivered involuntarily, both with the cold and the thought of the ordeal that lay in front of us.

James and Stuart lay on the ground before me, their ankles bound, and tightly hog-tied. I was ordered to kneel, my ankles were efficiently and tightly tied, I was pushed forward onto my stomach and within moments I was in a similar position, the lashing between wrists and ankles so tight that my fingertips were brushing my heels. There were no knots within reach of searching fingers. I realised with a feeling of impending doom that all the members of Mike's patrol were present.

We had been laid side by side in a rough semi-circle and now Mike stood before us and spoke softly. "I suspect you know why we have brought you here, but I have some questions to ask you. As I am sure you know, we were ambushed a few days ago on the way back from the beach and we suspect your involvement, rightly or wrongly. Provided we get satisfactory answers we will treat you as generously as we possibly can under the circumstances. Unfortunately, we cannot risk your attracting attention so your gags will have to stay put, at least for the time being. Just nod or shake your heads as appropriate". I lay, staring up at him wide eyed feeling unbelievably vulnerable. I blanched at the thought of Mike's "generosity" and wondered what the others were thinking.

Mike moved to a position in front of me and spoke quietly "Would you be surprised to hear where we found your handkerchief?" I could have a pretty fair guess - I shook my head. "I guess that places you, at least, at the scene of the crime". I felt I at least had nothing further to lose and nodded my assent. "What about your friends here?" This time I made no response. He moved to Stuart and James in turn asking each of them to confess their part in the attack but they each made no movement. Mike then moved to Stuart and said, "Richard has admitted his part in the attack on us and in our experience where he goes, this one" - pointing at James - "invariably follows. They regularly suffer for their activities but I am sorry that they got you involved this time. Rather than be too harsh on you, we are going to give you the opportunity to see what happens to miscreants".

I was deeply indignant at this little speech - it implied that I was the ringleader, which was wholly false. James was the mastermind of all our schemes and on this occasion I had been led into it unwillingly by him and Stuart. On the other hand, if Stuart hadn't been sharing our tent he would not have been involved so I was grateful that it appeared he would be let off lightly. James and I were used to this sort of thing, after all!

Mike returned to James and me and asked us if we were prepared to acknowledge our crimes. I took a sidelong look at my bound friend who made no movement whatever. It seemed we were both resigned to our fate.

At a signal from Mike some of the boys released Stuart from the hog tie and untied his feet. With his hands still tied behind his back he was led behind us so James and I were unable to see what was happening. James was next and once more, after his feet were freed he was led out of sight.

The anticipation of what was about to happen was almost too much to bear but within a few minutes our captors turned their attention to me. My ankles were untied and I was hauled to my feet and led to the edge of the clearing, which was surrounded by pine trees of varying sizes. I didn't have time to take in what had happened to my comrades before I was pushed towards a young tree, very straight and smooth, and approximately 6 inches in diameter. I was made to turn around and forced onto my knees, my back against the trunk (so far as my bound hands would allow). I was "persuaded" to kneel bolt upright, my knees were forced apart, I felt hands seize my ankles which were crossed behind the trunk and lashed together tightly. Before I had time to take stock of my situation hands pushed my shoulders forward and I felt my wrists being untied at last. My new found freedom didn't last long - my arms were now seized, stretched above my head, my hands were pulled backwards and my wrists crossed and retied, once more behind the trunk of the sapling. Our captors stepped away to admire their handiwork giving me time not only to appreciate my own predicament but also to see my two companions.

Stuart was standing upright against a much stouter tree to my left, his ankles bound and lashed at the base of the trunk while his arms had been pulled around the tree, crossed, and his wrists tightly bound. To ensure his complete immobility, a further rope had been tied above his elbows pulling them back as far as they would go and making it impossible for him to free him self in the (unlikely) event of his getting his hands free. James was to my right and the circular nature of the clearing meant that we were almost facing one another. He was tied in exactly the same manner as I was.

I have mentioned before that we were both rather skinny. Our respective parents tended to buy our clothes on the large side and our shorts were no exception. To get round the difficulty of having to hoick our pants up from time to time we had both adopted the practice of wearing a belt and, in the absence of belt loops, of turning the tops of our shorts over the belt to keep them in place. This was more than satisfactory but had the effect of making them both shorter and tighter. Looking at James now I realised that he was kneeling with his back arched, his skin taught over his ribs and a tell tale bulge in his pants that suggested he was enjoying this! Suddenly, I blushed deeply as I realised that I was showing the same tell tale signs. I put it down to fear of the unknown rather than "enjoyment".

Mike approached and surprised me by saying, "Sorry we couldn't bring your shirts - I noticed you shivering a little while ago but it is now 4.15 and the sun will be up in another half hour or so which will warm thing up. I'm afraid you are going to be here for a few hours unless you get free" - Some hope! - "So make yourselves comfortable. We will try to entertain you to stop you getting bored!" He gave a signal and another boy stepped behind me and started to untie my gag. "Don't even think about calling out - you must be thirsty by now and we are going to give you a drink". Only then did I notice a large water carrier and some bottles on the edge of the clearing. Each of us guzzled greedily from the offered bottle which seemed to please Mike inordinately.

When we had finished he said, "Sorry but the gags go back". There seemed little point in resisting and I obligingly opened wide while the wad was stuffed into my mouth and the scarf tied back in place. "Most of us are going to leave you now for a while, but don't worry, Matthew is going to keep watch over you and make sure you get water from time to time". With that he and six of his followers silently crept away leaving us to ponder our predicament and our aching limbs. It was clear that our ordeal wasn't over by a long way but what did we have in store? And why had James and I been tied up differently from Stuart?

After another longer interval the water was once more brought out. This time Stuart took a little and James and I were encouraged to drink copiously. As I finished some water splashed down from the bottle over my bare ribs with an electrifying effect. Suddenly I realised that we had been encouraged to fill our bladders with no means to relieve them. As Matthew finished tying my gag in place the other seven boys reappeared silently in the clearing. "Did they take their medicine?" Mike asked. "Oh, yes" Matthew replied with a smirk. "As good as gold!" I looked at James and saw in his eyes that he had suddenly realised what had been done to the pair of us.

"It's now 5.30" said Mike, "and as duty patrol we all have to be back in our tents before 7.00 so that our leaders find us there when they come to get us up. You won't be missed until later but we will see that you are rescued in good time for breakfast at 7.45. Meanwhile, we have to show you our displeasure at not admitting your guilt when you were given the opportunity earlier this evening". This was hardly fair - I had admitted my guilt. It was the others who had remained silent! He turned to Stuart and said "Watch closely and be glad you are being spared this part of the entertainment".

With that the group sat down while two boys stepped behind James. I could only watch wide eyed as one ran his fingers up and down the taut skin of his ribs while the second started an assault on the exposed soles of his feet. James writhed as much as his bonds would allow, which wasn't much, but despite his accustomed stoicism tears were rolling down his cheeks when they stopped after five minutes. I stiffened as they finished and blushed as I felt the bulge in my shorts in anticipation of what was about to happen, but there could be no escape and within seconds I was reduced to a writhing jelly, giggling noiselessly into my most effective gag. As I attempted to avoid the searching fingers tears rolled down my cheeks.

At last it stopped and our tormentors asked if we would like a drink. I chewed frantically on my gag and shook my head vigorously - out of the corner of my eye I saw James doing the same. Why, oh why had they mentioned water - I just wanted to forget about water and at the very mention of it the pressure on my bladder seemed to increase four fold. "OK, then we'll get on" grinned Mike and this time the assaults were launched simultaneously on my bound friend and me. They all knew that I was a martyr to tickling but I had been surprised by James's unexpected reaction. Normally he stood up to this treatment with surprising fortitude but perhaps because of the way in which we were bound, our bodies stretched as taut as a bowstring, his defences were down. I could see him writhing and giggling just as I was and suddenly I saw his face turn a deep scarlet. I glanced down and saw a wet patch appear on his shorts while a small pool formed by one of his knees. The sight of this was too much and I finally was unable to hold on any longer, I turned a colour at least as deep as James as I felt a warm stream running down my leg. I hung my head with shame but instantly our torturers stopped, leaving us gasping for breath through our gags. No one made any attempt to draw attention to our embarrassment much to the relief of both of us.

"OK fellers, lets see about making them a little more comfortable" said Mike and at once I felt hands untying my ankles, I was helped to stand although my hands were still tied above my head. Once on my feet my ankles were tied tightly together and my wrists were freed. Several hands lifted me off my feet and I was carried to a larger tree, stood with my back against it, my arms forced around the trunk and my hands tied behind my back with my wrists crossed. After the position we had been in for the last hour or so it felt positively luxurious. I saw James retied in the same fashion and the relief on his face was obvious despite the gag. Our mouths were now set free and we were offered more water, this time with the assurance that we would not be given excess. We both needed a drink after our exertions and this time Stuart took a little as well. Having quenched our thirst Mike said with an apologetic grin "Afraid your punishment is not quite over. Hope you will forgive us but we will have to put your gags back". I was now resigned to what ever was going to happen and obligingly opened wide while the cloth was put back in my mouth and the scarf tied off. The other two did likewise.

At a signal from Mike the whole group moved away from us and suddenly, two buckets were produced as if from no where. I groaned inwardly as it dawned on me what was about to happen and suddenly we were all three of us treated to a similar barrage to the one we had provided a few days earlier. We were all covered in the filthy muck from head to toe with the difference that we could neither avoid it nor clean it off.

They finally ran out of ammunition and once more Mike approached. "It is now time for us to leave you but before we go we'll try to make you a little more comfortable. Don't worry - we promise you will be released in time to get cleaned up before breakfast." With that our gags were once more removed and the wad of cloth in our mouths taken out. I stretched my jaws ecstatically but didn't have much time to enjoy the experience as our scarves were once more forced between our teeth. They were pulled tight around our necks, the ends brought to the front and knotted between our teeth. The gags effectively muffled any attempt at conversation but without the wadding in our mouths we were much more comfortable. Our captors silently disappeared from view leaving us standing looking at one another tied to our respective trees, and what a sight we were, dressed only in shorts and covered from head to toe in thick, glutinous mud.

It was probably by now a little after 6.00 and within an hour we heard the first stirrings in the camp some distance away. It would be almost another half-hour however before we heard voices approaching and Ken, Robert and David entered the clearing. Their faces fell when they saw us but they quickly removed our gags before untying our ankles and then our hands. We gave a brief account of our adventures while massaging some life back into our aching limbs before returning quickly to the camp to shower and change in time for breakfast. The final indignity - the shower was supplied by a galvanised tank of water on the roof of one of our huts. During the day the water was warmed by the sun. At 7.15am it was stone cold!

Robert and David told us that when they woke up they came to our tent to call us and were surprised to find us missing. One of them spotted a note pinned to one of our sleeping bags which told them where to find us and suspecting that we had been abducted they set out on their rescue mission immediately.

We were greeted in a friendly fashion at breakfast by Mike and his duty patrol and we studiously avoided making any reference to the nights activities. However, after a discussion with James and on completion of our morning chores the two of us, accompanied by Stuart, approached our captors outside their own tents. Extending his hand towards Mike, James spoke for all of us "We are truly sorry for what we did the other day and hope you will accept our apologies. We all think we deserved the treatment we got last night and want you to know there are no hard feelings. Thanks for letting Stuart off lightly - he wouldn't have become involved if he hadn't been sharing a tent with us".

Mike shook hands with us and looked guilty. "For my part I want to apologise for the "water torture". At the time we thought it was a masterstroke but we should have realised it would be intensely embarrassing for you both. I'm pleased you feel this way and that we can all remain good friends, but don't think for one moment your antics will not go un-rewarded in the future!"

We all grinned as we shook hands, the battle was scaled down and the rest of that Summer Camp was hugely enjoyable. After we finally broke camp, we returned to our normal routines and "The Games" recommenced in earnest.

DANIEL AND PAMELA

Richard, I kid you not, I'm almost weeping with the emotions, just imagining how I would have felt if I'd had a tie-up buddy like that!

You were one *very* lucky little kid Richard!!! I envy you more than I can express in words. *sniffle*

Wow. I found your page a few days ago and have spent nearly 12 hours since going through all the stories. I've been seeing bondage on the web for a long time among the various porn sites I see spam for, and I've even subscribed to a couple of them.

My bondage fetish started out as a power trip. I had to be firmly restrained to receive a shot when I was three years old, after biting three nurses and knocking over an old man in a walker as I sprinted through the hospital. Fright, pain, watching the doctor approach with the needle and the humiliation of having my pants pulled down while I was held, are the only things I remember from that experience.

The shot probably saved my life, but the desire to take power over someone was thus seeded in my vengeful, vindictive child brain. Watching cartoons such as Inspector Gadget and reruns of Penelope Pitstop when I was a kid introduced me to bondage as taking control, and thus the games began, though they are rather few. I'm writing them up in Word, and I wanted to get a look at how the formatting will look with a shorter message before posting.

As I mentioned in my first post, my interest in restraint started out as a power struggle. I'd do things like locking the cat up in its pet carrier, trapping my little brother in the closet (until his screams got to the point where Mom might hear them), and catching and keeping numerous insects and animals in coffee cans. I remember relishing the feeling of power I got from watching flies and lightning bugs batter their wings against the lid trying to get out.

My first real TUG occurred when I was six years old, in 1985. It started when I was watching Inspector Gadget at around 3:30 in the afternoon and my neighbor Sherry came over to babysit. My dad ran his own store which closed with the local mall at 9:00 PM, and my mom worked the evening shift at the local hospital, where she was a nurse. Sherry, who was ten years old at the time, would babysit me until my dad got home. Her house was right next door, and her mom would check in on us from time to time, so my parents were satisfied that my brother and I would be safe.

I was watching an Inspector Gadget episode famous among bondage-loving 80's kids: Penny had been caught sneaking around a laboratory hidden in a diamond mine and was tied up on a conveyor belt carrying her toward a laser. She cut her hands free with one of the diamonds on the belt, and the laser cut her ankle bonds. I watched the scene in rapt attention, and right as the scene started Sherry walked in the room and asked me something. I was too fascinated to answer her, so she snuck up behind me and clapped her hands over my eyes right as the scene ended. I remember jumping up so fast I hit her chin with my skull.

"What'cha watching, Nicky?" she said sweetly.

"Inspector Gadget," I said.

"You must really like this show."

I told her that I really did, and she said that she had asked me what I wanted for supper.

We ended up having her mom bring us McDonald's, and while we ate we discussed what to do after supper. I thought of games to play. "How about hide and seek?" I asked. I was already making the association between "hunter" and "hunted" in terms of restraint games, but I didn't think of bondage literally yet. "How about you hide and I try to find you and when I do I lock you up and when you get out you come find me?"

"Where will you lock me up?" Sherry asked. I remember she had a wry grin on her face.

"In the closet upstairs."

"That won't work, I can't get out of a closet if you lock it! I'll have to break the door to get out."

"Oh. How about if I open it and you count to ten while I run and hide?"

"I'll hear you leave and know where you are." Then she hit me with it. "How about if you tie me up like that girl on TV was and when I get free I'll come find you."

This was not only logical but practical to me. As far as I knew, anyone who was tied up could eventually get free. I'd seen it happen on TV a million times. I heartily agreed and went to find something to tie Sherry up with. Unfortunately the garage was locked, so I couldn't find any rope to use, but I did discover that I could pull the drawstring out of a hooded sweatshirt that my mom owned.

I went upstairs with Sherry and she put her hands behind her back for me to tie. Bear in mind that I was hopeless with binding at the time; I had learned to tie my own shoes two years earlier but that was about it for my knotting experience. I simply looped the string around her hands, which she held about an inch apart, pulled it somewhat tight (or so I thought) and tied it with a doubled bow, just like when I wanted my shoes to not come undone. I told her I was done and she immediately started twisting her hands around trying to get loose. I then ran and hid behind the door in the pantry.

Within one minute I heard her footsteps coming downstairs. I snuck a peek at her around the door and saw her hands were free. She found me after about another two minutes (our house was never that good for hide and seek) and said it was my turn to be tied up.

We went back upstairs and she had me hold my hands out in front. She looped the string around them three times, then she did something I would have never thought of doing: she cinched the loops. She then tied the knot on the inside of my wrists, keeping my teeth from having any chance of reaching it. She then ran off and hid.

I sat and twisted my hands for at least ten minutes before realizing I was really stuck. For the first time my little kid brain realized that someone could be tied up forever. I began to panic. I found a pair of hair scissors in the bathroom, but I didn't want to cut the string for fear of getting in trouble when my mom wanted to wear her sweatshirt again. Finally I managed to get a hold of the knot with my teeth, but my saliva just made the knot wet, and it only got tighter. Eventually Sherry came back upstairs. She picked at the knot for five minutes with her nails before it came undone.

She told me that it was my turn to tie her up again, though this didn't seem fair to me since I didn't find her. She told me to wait downstairs for her while she ran back home to get something. Five minutes later she returned with pockets full of very soft yet thin nylon rope that her father had used on his bass boat. "Oh boy, now I can tie your feet!" I remember saying.

"You need to practice tying knots. I'm a Girl Scout, do you want me to teach you some knots?" she asked me as we sat down in the living room again. What followed was a lengthy demonstration of different knots and their uses, and I still remember many of them today. She let me practice tying up the ends of the rope while she changed my brother's diaper, and when she had put him down for his nap she said "Okay, do you want to try tying me up again?"

I said okay, and had her put her hands in front of her for me to tie, basically emulating what she had done to me. I messed up when I tried to wrap the cinching loops, however, and the loops on her wrists remained rather loose, so she simply pulled her hands free. "Try again," she said.

This time, she helped me, telling me what to do with each loose end as I made the loops and the cinch again. She gave directions like "pull that tighter" and "twist that end around the other one first" before finally telling me to tie the knot so she couldn't reach it with her teeth. While I was pulling the knot, I realized that I had finally gotten it right, so I pulled the ends as tight as I could before making it a perfect square knot.

Sherry began to struggle. "You did good," she said. I stuck my chest out with boyish pride as I watched her fight the rope. She eventually pulled a trick of turning her wrists completely around inside the loops so the backs of her hands were together and then turned her forearms up so her teeth could reach the knot. She remained bound for several minutes, which was orders of magnitude better than my previous efforts.

While I watched her bite the knot loose I had the revelation that her teeth couldn't reach behind her back. I was by now really getting into this game and I asked her to let me try to tie her hands in back again. She seemed to be enjoying it as well; I guess she liked the challenge of freeing herself. She put her hands behind her back and I tied them the same way I had done in front, with loops and cinch. I was a fast learner: as soon as I pulled the knot tight I could see that her wrists were tightly held and I knew that she would never get loose.

Sherry had been standing when I tied her hands. She crouched down and got on her knees, then leaned back against the couch and put her legs out. I was siezed with the idea to tie her ankles; I had completely forgotten about them. I got another piece of rope from the pile she had brought and sat down by her feet. "You want to tie my legs up too, Nick? Go ahead." She held her feet still while I tried to copy the same thing I had done with her hands. I remember being surprised by how heavy her legs were when I tried to lift her ankles up to get the rope under them. The rope was a little bit short however, so I didn't cinch it. It still looked pretty tight, so I let it go.

Right as I finished the knot on Sherry's ankles my brother started crying in the dining room. Sherry couldn't get up, so she told me to go see what was the matter with him. He had thrown his favorite toy, a Fisher Price fire truck, out of his playpen, and I gave it back to him and he calmed down. I got back to the living room in time to find Sherry in the middle of pulling her feet through her arms: she had brought her hands down around her bottom and over her legs to her front. My jaw hit the floor as I realized that she was about to get free after all. I was starting to think of ways to keep this from happening again but Sherry broke my train of thought when she told me to help her get loose. I'm guessing that she was concerned about my brother: she hadn't noticed that he had awakened from his nap and she must have been a little bit scared that he could have gotten into trouble while she had her hands tied.

So that was the end of our TUG. Sherry was my babysitter a few more times, and I now had experience tying someone up. However, the way that fate intervened, I didn't get to do such a thorough TUG for several years. To be continued.

Soon after I had tied up Sherry for the first time, I was feeling a little adventurous, having gotten my first taste of the game and liking what I had experienced. I found myself looking for places and reasons to tie someone up. My younger brother Anthony, who was now two and a half years old, was in his phase where he was running around getting into everything he could see to find out what happened when he touched, pulled, pushed, kicked, or chewed it. Naturally this made my parents a bit of a wreck: my mom started smoking again about this time and she still smokes today. One day we were all outside in the back yard and the phone rang. The only phone we had was inconveniently located in the kitchen at the front of the house, so Mom couldn't see the back yard while she was on the phone. She told me to keep an eye on Anthony and she went inside.

About a week previous, I had seen some show on TV which showed several people tied to stakes and being menaced by Indians, though I never found out what the show was. Anthony was a bundle of energy running circles around the yard, and I got an idea of how to make him easier to watch. I went into the garage and found a big spindle of rope used to tie stuff down to the car on many occasions. I took the spindle outside and started to tie my brother to the big tree in our yard with it. I tied the rope to a root that was jutting out of the ground, pulled Anthony up against the tree, and ran circles around the tree playing the rope out of the spindle.

It wasn't long before Anthony began to bawl. I had forgotten that the bark on the tree was very rough, as many scraped shins and bleeding hands from climbing it should have taught me. I had tied him tight enough that he was in real pain, and as soon as I realized this an overpowering stench hit me: he had crapped in his diaper. Being the thoughtless six year old kid that I was, I dropped the spindle of rope and ran towards the front of the yard, only to run smack into my dad who was coming in the gate after returning home. He saw what I had done, and, realizing that he would have to untie Anthony while fighting off the diaper smell, got really mad. When we had untied Anthony, Dad grabbed me and Anthony by the hands and pulled us inside, where he got stuck changing Anthony's diaper because Mom was still on the phone. As he took off Anthony's shirt we were all shocked at the bruises on his back from where he was pressed into the tree. This was the last straw for Dad; he took me in the living room and gave me a good spanking, and I was sent to my room for the night.

This was obviously a bad turnout for what I considered to be a game. Knowing that I would have to be more careful in the future to avoid parental interference, I went ahead looking for opportunities as the spring wore on. One weekend, about a month before school let out, my aunt and uncle and my cousin Erin came over after church to spend the day at our place. I think that it was for my uncle's birthday, but I don't remember. Erin had just turned six herself, being almost a year younger than me, and I remember she was wearing some kind of poofy blue dress that reminded me of the princess in some cartoon which I can't remember. Anyway, my aunt and uncle had just had their second child, and the adults stayed in the dining room with Anthony and the baby for much of the day, so Erin and I were left to our own devices to find something to do.

After our sixth game of UNO, I took my opportunity and told Erin that Sherry had shown me a fun game to play that she had learned in Girl Scouts. (I still cringe when I remember myself saying that.) I went with her down to the basement rec room and told her that we would take turns tying each other up and hiding, and when someone got free they had to find the other person and tie them up. To my delight, Erin enthusiastically agreed to the game. I told her to wait while I got the rope, and I snuck out to the garage and cut off two pieces of rope from the spindle.

When I got back Erin was putting on a pair of white gloves that apparantly went with her dress. She commented that the rope wouldn't hurt if she wore gloves when she was tied up. I remember being amazed that she knew that, but it made sense to me.

When I was ready I told her to put her hands behind her back, which she did, and I tied her wrists with loops of rope and a cinch. I had Erin sit down on the couch and I tied her ankles together. This time I had enough rope for cinch loops, so I put them in. As I finished tying her ankles I remembered that Sherry had been able to pull her hands around her bottom and over her feet to get them in front of her. Erin was not a skinny girl, but I didn't think it would have mattered. She was wearing a wide belt with her dress, and there were belt loops on her sides, so I unbuckled her belt and had her put her bound hands between her belt and her back. I then buckled the belt as tight as I could.

I remember getting all kinds of ideas while I was doing this. Tie her wrist ropes to her belt. Use her belt to fasten her to the joist support pole. Tie her hands behind the pole. I decided it would be too much trouble to change the way she was tied now, so after I put her belt back on I told her I was finished. I also told her that if any of the adults asked her what we were doing when she came upstairs to search for me, she was supposed to tell them that we were playing hide and seek. As I started to leave to go hide Erin called me back and asked me to wait, because she didn't think she could get loose. I told her I would leave when it looked like she was going to get loose, otherwise, I would untie her hands and let her undo her own ankles before hunting me down. She said that was okay.

Erin lay on the couch and struggled. It didn't take her long to get her hands clear of her belt, as I had feared would happen. I'd fix that next time. As she kicked her feet testing her ankle bonds she ended up kicking her shoes off. I picked them up and put them on the coffee table, and waited for her to make some progress freeing herself so I could go hide. I had the perfect spot picked... Sure enough, after a few minutes, she tried to pull her hands down around her bottom, but she was having trouble. She wasn't as limber as Sherry was, and she realized that she would need some kind of leverage to get her hands pushed down. She decided to try to use the edge of the couch. She swung her feet over the edge of the couch and carefully stood up, then crouched down and leaned her arms against the couch while she pushed her bottom up in the air with her legs. It worked. Erin always was a pretty smart girl, and we were slight rivals in school, but this show of ingenuity really impressed me. Her arms popped around her hips and were now tied behind her knees. All she needed to do now was lie back down so she could put her feet in the air and put her hands around them.

Then the inevitable happened.

Our basement floor wasn't carpeted. Except for a rug, the floor was smooth waxed tile like one would see at a shopping mall, kind of like linoleum. When Erin turned around and tried to lean forward to get back up on the couch, she moved too quickly, and she was jerked back by her bound hands behind her knees. Her balance shifted backward, her knees buckled, and her socked feet slipped out from under her. She fell backward and hit the back of her head on the edge of the heavy wood coffee table.

I ran over to her and shook her, asking if she was okay. As I sat her up against the table I realized that blood was dripping down the back of her head and fairly streaming down her neck. She was stunned, but within five seconds she was fully conscious and screaming in pain. The adults were on the basement steps within ten seconds, and I had no chance to hide the evidence. My uncle cut her loose with his penknife and was out the door with my aunt and on the way to the hospital within a minute. She would have a minor concussion and need stitches to close the wound.

When they had left, my dad gave me the most severe corporal punishment I would ever receive: six strappings with his belt, after which he sent me to my room. It had the desired effect: I had no desire to try to get into tie up games for a very long time. Sherry would restore my faith in the games by a small amount several weeks later, but "tie up is bad" had been seared into my brain.

To be continued

A few of the guys i went to high school with were shooting a little movie with a hand-held camera, and using friends as the actors. Anyway, being the petit blonde girl that I am, I think they thought it would be perfect for me to be the helpless heroine in the flick. On the first day of shooting, they explained that I would be doing a short kidnapping scene, spending a short time tied to a chair in one of the guys' garages. The villianess, was played by a girl named Desiree. I didn't know her very well at the time. I've just seen her around school and stuff like that.

The set was moved into one of the guys' living rooms wher I would be abducted from. I was directed to stand in the center of the room so that Desiree could easily sneak up from behind. I stood there, wearing tight, black leather pants and a baby-blue tank top, kind of excited as I awaited my abduction. Desiree slowly approached me from behind, she too were wearing black leather pants and a white tank top. She pulled on a pair of leather gloves and clapped her hand over my mouth as I struggled. I don't know if she'd admit it, but I think she was kind of aroused from my behind rubbing against her crotch as I struggled:) But I must say, I enjoyed it too. She was a sexy dark haired girl, really cute. Anyway,we continued to struggle and she pulled out a small white cloth and pretended to chloroform me.

When they called "cut", I turned to smile at her and found her smiling back. We walked side by side, not saying anything, as the set was moved into the garage. There, the guys proceeded to tie me to a chair with rope. The forced my arms behind the chair and bound my wrists together. They took aditional pieces of rope, wrapping it around my torso and under my breasts, securing me in the chair.

The next scene began, Desiree paced back and forth behind me and there was some dialouge. She then picked up a red bandanna and approached me from behind. After whispering some final words into my ear, she agressively pulled the bandanna into my mouth, pressing between my lips. She continued to whisper as she knotted the bandanna behind my head. I loved the feeling of her breath on my face. The whole experience of being tied up really turned me on. Not to mention that ever since my experiences with Desiree, I've been bi-curious. I thought that she might be too.

Anyway, I was later untied and unfortunately that was all the bondage for the rest of the movie. One of the guys untied my hands, while Desiree pulled the gag out of my mouth and smiled.

I drove Desiree home that night. When we got to her house, she didn't get out. She looked into my eyes and told me how beautiful I am and espeacially sexy when tied up. We both leaned in and shared a passionate kiss. I told her I'd love to see her again.

Yup, it would be safe to assume that Desiree and I shared some more tied-up experiences after that. If you're interested in hearing, let me know. I'll see if Desiree wants to help me with the next one. I hope you don't think my story sucked:) Bye Bye.

First, let me describe myself. I'm 5'9", short brown hair, a good build (muscular), average good lookin guy.(Atleast some think so, I have a pic if anyone wants to exchange).

Anyway, it was a Friday night. I was bored out my mind. I mean really, if I was to stay home it'd be stuck watching reruns of Married with Children. Then I remembered that my female cousin (Elizabeth a.k.a. Liz) was having her 15th birthday party. She was having a few of her girl friends over, and they were all hot. The other girls were Jenn, Laura, Lindsey, and Kirsten. All of them were 15 except Jenn who was 14. Jenn was short, and had red hair. Laura and Lindsey looked a lot alike. They were both brunettes, skinny, but both had a nice set and a nice butt. Kirsten was a tall blonde and had baby blue eyes to die for. My cousin Liz is a short haired brunette, and was a bit chubby. Besides, she's my cousin! My aunt and uncle were out the whole night and was going let my cousin Liz have a sleep over by themselves. I called up Liz and asked if I could come over and chill out with her and her friends.

She said sure and that was it. My mom dropped me off and I walked inside. All of the girls were sitting around in the living room talking. They all greeted me and welcomed me. I was wearing a white silk muscle shirt and blue Nike shorts. The other girls were in loose clothing. Like jogging shorts, tanktops, things like that. We sat around and talked about the people we knew and about people they hated (typical girl talk, I was about to barf). I got up and asked Liz if I could use their PC and surf the web for a while. She said ok, I got up and went into their study.

I was on the internet for a while. Just looking around at cars and stuff on the net. I looked in the other room and they were no longer there. I figured they had just went into Liz's room. So I turned back around and got onto the PC. I was on the PC for about 15 more minutes when it happened...

I felt a hand clamp over my mouth. I mmmphed in shock, and then was grabbed by tons of hands just reaching at my body. I was in a lot of shock so I didn't even realize what all was going on. I was then dragged into the living room again. The T.V. was shut off, the blinds were closed, but the light was on. They then split up. Jenn and Kirsten held me up against a pole/column type thing that they have in their living room. Liz, Lindsey, and Laura then hurried and got things out of a booksack that was full of stuff. Jen was holding my arms above my head and Kirsten was holding my legs to the pole. Liz then began to wrap ductape around my hands. They were then securely taped to the column. At that same time, Laura was taping up my feet to the column. She also did my knees, and my thighs and my upper torso. I was securely tied up against that pole. I was not gagged so I started off by calling Liz a fat @$$!

Laura came up to me and put her finger to my lips. "Be quiet Michael, and we won't have to gag you, it'd be a shame if we had to because of your behavior. We were bored, but we'll let you stay here and get used to being tied up for the rest of the night." Those were her exact words, and regardless of how hot she was, I was ticked! They then giggled at their accomplishment of tying me to a pole and then left and went back to Liz's room! I was trying to wiggle against my bonds and maybe loosen the knots. That was going nowhere. I then made a very fatal mistake. Of yelling like crazy for them to come untie me. They were playing some NSync or BSB (one of those) and I think I was disrupting it for them. Then I heard the music shut off and Liz say "SHUT HIM UP!!!". Then I was worried as Kirsten, Laura, and Jenn then came out of the room and into the living room.

Kirsten and Jenn both had something behind their backs they were holding. Laura then came up to me and began to tickle my armpits. I opened up my mouth and I laughed but as I laughed, in went a sock from Kirsten! Jenn then put a strip of ductape over my mouth. Laura then came up to me and gave me a mean look. "Why couldn't you have just kept quiet sweety?" I moaned into the gag and looked into her eyes. Damn she was sexy. But that thought left my mind as they then left me tied to the pole with a gag in my mouth! I had never been gagged before (or tied up either) so I was actually aroused, but felt weird at the same time. I hated them, but was enjoying them at the same time. Then I shook out the stupid thoughts and began to fight the gag. It wasn't on very well and I actually got the tape off just by moving my mouth around a lot. I guess she didn't press it on tight enough. I then spit out the sock and yelled out some curse words to them. They definately heard this over their silly music. Liz shut off the music and all of them walked into the living room. I started to laugh at them as they were in shock of me getting out of the gag.

"You have made a BIG mistake Michael! Get the sock back in his mouth!" said Liz. Jenn tickled under my arms and I laughed and it worked again. The sock this time wasn't just barely put in there, IT WAS IN THERE. Before I could even attempt to spit it out, Liz had some tape. She began to wrap it AROUND my head! About 6 times! She was going crazy! She acted like I actually did something wrong. Was looking at stuff on the net really that bad? Anyway, after my face was plastered shut with tape wrapped around it, I tried to mmmph as loud as I could, but wasn't coming out as loud as it should have. I struggled hard against my bonds, but those were still holding fine.

"Why couldn't you just cooperate Michael??" Liz questioned. I just sat there and mmmphed in her face. But that was probably pleasing her. I get that because she was smiling at me. She then said "Hold tight hun, we'll untie you when we think you've learned your lesson". I just moaned into my gag. Liz and the others then left laughing at me. Laura waited for the others to get ahead, she quickly came over to me and said. "You sure do look cute tied and gagged like that Michael". She ran her hand through my hair and then ran to the bedroom.

So there I was, tied to a pole, ductaped shut, and helpless with 5 power hungry girls! I just stood there wondering when they'd untie me. My legs weren't getting tired or anything, but still, I was bored. Then Laura came in, she had changed her clothing. She was just now wearing a long t-shirt and nothing else. I assumed the others were like this as well. I lightly mmmphed at her. She ignored me and walked into the kitchen. She then walked back into the living room, she had obviously gotten a bag of cookies for the others. She set them down on the coffee table and came over to me.

"It's ok, I'm sure the others will decide to let you go soon. I already suggested, but they insisted it should be longer since you didn't cooperate. I told you to keep quiet." said Laura. I lightly mmmphed and nodded my head to her. "I'm sure they won't mind if I untie you now I guess." I mmmphed in joy and shook my head yes. "But then again, they'd be really upset and I wouldn't want to spoil their fun, besides I'll make sure they untie you soon sweetie.". She gave me a light kiss on my gag and walked off with the cookies. I just mmmphed to myself and awaited them to untie me.

I guess it was another 45 mins I was tied up, but then all 5 of them came into the room.

"Well, you have now learned your lesson. Remember this for next time Michael!" said Lizz. Jenn just giggled (she always just "giggled"), Lindsey and Kirsten just nodded. They all undid the bonds and Laura took off my gag. It ripped off just a bit of my hair, but didn't hurt too bad. They all then went back into the room and I went back to the PC. Trust me, I didn't want to stay back in their with them again.

Then I felt a hand clamp over my mouth and was thinking deja vu, Laura then leaned over and laughed. She took her hand off and said she was just kidding. We sat in the study and talked for a while. She said she was sorry for having to tie me up, and something about tickling me. We became really close and made out some. She was really pretty like I said before. The night was not over though...and you may like what happens next. Liz walked into the study and...

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About 6 months ago (I am now 15, and was 14 back then) i was in my design technology room, at lunchtime, finishing off a project, which involved the edges of some plastic to be stuck together with some tensol cement which inolves you holding both edges securely so it has time to stick. I was doing my work with my friends (not correct names) Tom and Dean talking to me (there project was already done) and a group of girls from our class walked in (Tina, Donna and Becky). Becky got out her work and put it right next to mine, and started to stick her plastic together. We were all talking about what was on T.V when the subject turned to tickling for some reason. To this day i hated, hate and still hate being tickled, but i enjoy being tied up (and thats why i found this great sit by the way). Donna turned to Tina and asked if she was ticklish, and then jabbed her in the sides, and Tina playfully laughed. Tina then asked if i was ticklish. I was still holding the plastic, and she attempted to poke me in the side, and i jumped quickly away, trying to keep hold of the plastic.

"Your ticklish aren't you?", taunted Donna.
"You don't like being tickled?" said Tina, judging the look on my face. Then She and Donna then went either side of me, and started to tickle me in the stomach, sides and ribs, while i was still holding the plastic, unable to defend myself. From that moment on they knew i hated being tickled, and couldn't wait to get me all tied up.

If that was boring i'm sorry, cause this is my first post. Tell me what you think. I aint got enough time to do the main story, so i'll probably post tomorrow with that story

Nathan Graves, vampire hunter

The vampire hunter,

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Why Us? Tw 11:03 am tuesday june 26, 2001

Have you ever thought why we like this stuff so much? There are times when I just sit back and enjoy it,the stories,the pictures the art,knowing only how good it makes me feel and how my hormones like it. yet there are other times when I really want to know WHY!

I am slightly fixated on this topic,as if you cant tell,so much so that almost a day does not go by without me thinking about bondage.In my case "love bondage". Though at times I crave the 'rougher stuff' not the hardcore but a little less 'nice'.

When I was younger I went through so many phases of guilt,it was unreal.When I first found out seeing women tied up turned me on,I had never heard the word bondage,I was only like 7 or so.As I grew older,comics and dective mags,were sheer paradise and I of course did what all little boys do,except most of them did it with playboy.Not me.

I would rahther see a clothed woman tied up than a nude picture of a woman.This didnt seem odd to me untill I was much older,and started dateing.I then new it was just diffrent,I had no one to talk to,there was no such thing as the internet,and evan when I got to be 18 evan in the mens' magazines there was virtualy no mention of bondage.

That is when I became ever so confussed and thought something was wrong with me.Evan at 18 I had still never heard the word bondage.I of course being a male found my way to an adult bookstore and was amazed surpised and for awhile a little relived.I wasnt alone I thought,but there were just a handfull of mag's on this subject and harmony was still a few years away,so some of the stuff I saw was the complete opposite of what I liked,there was the hardcore,pain ect stuff. I didnt like that I became evan more confussed,and felt pretty lost.

I found a few of the H.O.M. publications.They helped a little
This is when I began to question my being'normal' and to make matters worse I hid the mags under my bed and of course my mom found them,so they made me see a shrink,deepened my feeling of not being normal.

I have for the most part acepted my passion for bondage,though to this day I still dont know why I like it so much(to much at times) I do have a possiable reasons,but it brings up other questions,I have no answers for,at least not yet.

The ONLY thing I DO know is that WE are NOT alone.:) There are so MANY of us out there,and for me to know that,sometimes that is more than enough.:)
Stay cool & safe :)

99% sure no nudity,but if there is any,it is pg rated,just stuff you see in the mainstream movies. More links are coming :)

"LAURA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?"

"Ummm....we were just..." Laura then got cut off by Liz's tyrancy.

"GIRLS...GET IN HERE!" Liz yelled and the others then came in and started laughing. Except little redheaded Jen who was just snickering. Personally, l was tryin to get my groove on and here is my cousin and her friends laughing at us. "Well, if you like the enemy that much, you two can just spend the whole night together then!" Liz then grabbed Laura by the arm and dragged her out of the study. Kirsten, Lindsey, and Jenn then attacked me. Kirsten and Lindsey both grabbed a leg, and Jenn clutched my hands well, they carried me into the living room. I looked over and saw Liz on top of Laura holding her hands down by her face. Laura was screaming, l'm sure she knew what she was about to get. As for me, it was the same treatment. To the pole l was. Tied the same way, but l wasn't gagged yet. They then went over to Laura and began to tie her up. They ductaped her feet to one end of the coffee table, and her hands to the other end. So she was layed down on the ground, hands above head, feet stretched out, taped up. They taped her knees and her thighs. She was only wearing a t-shirt and as she struggled l could see her panties once in a while. Wasn't such a bad site. But I was enjoying my time ungagged for too long. I was gagged earlier with actual clean socks that had come out of the laundry room. This time l think Liz was going to torture me. She actually took off one of the socks that was on her foot and shoved it in my mouth! This was gross, and believe you me, anything on Liz's foot did not exactly smell like roses. I tried to spit it out but to no avail as Jenn was already wrapping a new roll of ductape around my mouth. I think she did atleast 10 times. I grunted into the tape but a light mmmph was the only thing that came out. Lindsey laughed and made some kind of witty remark, but l'm not positive what it was.

So here l was with what l felt was the friggin ultragag on my mouth. I could barely make a noise. They walked over to Laura who was already screaming every name in the book at them to untie her. As she was screaming Liz took off her other dirty sock and in it went to Laura's mouth. She mmphed in suprise and l saw her eyes bulge out it seemed. Jenn then applied the tape around Laura's head. Ductaping around her mouth. She tried to jerk her head around and thrust her body around, but it wasn't working. The struggling just made her even more tired. Liz then wiggled her toes in Laura's face as she mmmmphed crazily.

"Looks like you two won't be having a make out session in my study anymore will you?" Liz proclaimed. She then looked towards Laura..."I really don't see why you'd make out with him, he isn't your type.". Laura was still struggling on the coffee table. Liz then knelt down by Laura and said "Laura, you're not gonna get free that way". Laura turned to Liz and gave her this really evil look over that gag. While Liz and Laura were having words...well, just Liz really, Jenn, Kirsten and Lindsey were lightly tickling me, just enough for me to let out a few moans through my gag. They stopped and then they all went into the back to Liz's room. When they left Liz took a few deep breathes through her nose. She looked up at me and l looked down at her, she whimpered through her gag and l just nodded my head. She mmmphed but with their music on you could not hear our muffled attempts to make noise. I mmphed to get her attention and l shook my head no, l think she got the hint and stopped mmmphing. We just stood in our bonds, awaiting our captors to free us. She didn't take her eye off of me the whole time, and l didn't take mine off of hers. I was falling head over heels for her. I think a good hour went by and we were still tied up. We heard the music fade and looked towards where they'd be walking out of. Liz had a video camera and Kirsten had a camera.

We both began to mmmph and struggle on our bonds as good as we could. It was useless but we still were trying. I guess at the time we didn't really care. Liz was videoing me, then she did some on Liz. I think Kirsten took 5 pictures of both of us.

"These are going to be hidden in a secret place, if you ever try to get revenge, they will be revealed. We're going to untie you now, don't do anything stupid." We both mmmphed and nodded and they first began to untie me. Just enough for me to undo it myself, they ran and went into Liz's room, guessing they locked the door. I got off the pole and hurried to Laura. She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and l untied her from the table. I helped her with her gag, and then we were free. We cleaned up all the mess and then went outside by Liz's pool. We picked up where we left off. By the end of the night, we exchanged numbers and were going out.

I have more stories of Laura and l's revenge, tie up games we played, and other things. Tell me if you'd like to hear more. By the way, if any girls my age (i'm 16) would like to chat respond on the board and I'll give you my e-mail.

The vampire hunter,

My dad had conferences all the way on the other side of the country, and my mom went with, leaving their innocent little daughter home alone for a few days. Naturally, I invited Desiree over to keep me entertained. We spent the evening on the couch, fooling around, watching a movie, and pigging out on all the food in the house. We were watching a movie called "Best Laid Plans" or something like that, pretty boring but one of the charecters, played by Reese Witherspoon gets gagged a couple times. It turned us both on a little. Just two girls sitting around in their panties and t-shirts watching a flick. What could happen!?

After the flick, we agreed to clean up my house a little before fooling around again. I cleaned up my living room, while Desiree went in my kitchen to take care of the dishes. I had finished restraightening everything, and went into the kitchen. Desiree was at the sink, still in her panties and shirt. She wearing a pair of small, dripping-wet, yellow rubber gloves.

"Hurry up," I joked with her.

"Shut up," she said, turning and flicking soap suds at me with her hands. I acted like I was mad a little, and ran at her. She just grabbed me by the wrists and flipped me over her side and onto the floor. "There," she said tugging on the cuff of one of the gloves and letting it snap back to place, "don't mess with me, girlie."

I laid on the floor and tried kicking at her in a playful manner, tripping her as she fell on top of me. "That's it," she said pulling off one of her gloves inside out and shoving it into my mouth. I immeadiately tried spitting it out, but she clamped her hand over my mouth holding it in. After a minute she let me up.

I went back into the living room and grabbed a blanket, while Desiree was still drying the dishes. I ran to my parents room, grabbing some of my dad's ties and my mom's scarfs. Then, I slowly crept downstairs and back into the kitchen. Sneaking up behind her, I threw the blanket over her and wrapped it tightly around her.

I lifted certain parts of the blanket enableing me to bound her wrists and ankles. I tied her wrists behind her tightly with one of my dad's ties. I grabbed another and wrapped it several times around her hands. With the remaining two ties, I tied her ankles together. She was struggling the entire time. After I had secured the last of her binds, I removed the blanket from her.

"You little bitch," she joked laughing, "Untie me now."

"Excuse me?" I grabbed one of my mom's scarfs.

"Don't even! Don't you F-, Mmm..Mmmpphh," I pulled it tightly into her mouth, pressed between her lips. She continued to moan and I fastened it behind her head. However, when the gag got relaxed in her mouth, she was starting to be able to talk again. I grabbed another one and slid it between her lips. Lastly, another one that I tied over her mouth.

"Can you talk?"

"Mmmm...Mmmpphh."

I made her hop all the way back into the living room, still bound and gagged, and lay down on the couch. And that's where she stayed for the next hour or so. But, I'd take out the gag every now and then to give her a kiss. The night didn't stop there though... Anyone interested in hearing the rest? C'mon guys (Fallenangel), you're interest is flattering:) Let me know.

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The vampire hunter,

When I was 18, I left home to go flatting with my friend James, his girlfriend Jenny and a mate of ours named Ryan. After about 8 months Ryan left to go on his big OE and we had to find a new flatmate, we ended up with a girl named Amanda.

Amanda was a little older than us, she was 21. She was a petite girl with shoulder length blond hair, she worked in a clothes shop at the local mall. I wouldn't describe her as incredible looking, but she was definitely cute and she had a fantastic figure, the result of her being a real gym fanatic. The only problem with Amanda was that she was like a tornado, she had boundless energy and was always bouncing around and making noise, she also had a habit of accidentally breaking things.

One Saturday afternoon I had the whole house to myself and was looking forward to a little peace and quiet. James and Jenny had gone to Jenny's parents for dinner and Amanda was at work, she said that she was going straight from there to a girlfriends house and they were gonna hang out, then go dancing.

I had rented 'LA Confidential' on video and bought myself some takeaways. I had been watching the film for about 15 minutes when Amanda arrived home, turns out her friend had decided to go see her boyfriend and catch up with Amanda later. Was I surprised, and a little pissed, when Amanda arrived home.

When I was 18, I left home to go flatting with my friend James, his girlfriend Jenny and a mate of ours named Ryan. After about 8 months Ryan left to go on his big OE and we had to find a new flatmate, we ended up with a girl named Amanda.

Amanda was a little older than us, she was 21. She was a petite girl with shoulder length blond hair, she worked in a clothes shop at the local mall. I wouldn't describe her as incredible looking, but she was definitely cute and she had a fantastic figure, the result of her being a real gym fanatic. The only problem with Amanda was that she was like a tornado, she had boundless energy and was always bouncing around and making noise, she also had a habit of accidentally breaking things.

One Saturday afternoon I had the whole house to myself and was looking forward to a little peace and quiet. James and Jenny had gone to Jenny's parents for dinner and Amanda was at work, she said that she was going straight from there to a girlfriends house and they were gonna hang out, then go dancing.

I had rented 'LA Confidential' on video and bought myself some takeaways. I had been watching the film for about 15 minutes when Amanda arrived home, turns out her friend had decided to go see her boyfriend and catch up with Amanda later. Was I surprised, and a little pissed, when Amanda arrived home.

In the course of her talking she had gone from sitting on the floor, to lying flat on the couch, to lying on the couch with her feet on the wall. I eventually lost patience and said "what does it take to make you shut up and keep still?". I'll never forget what she said next, or the way she said it. She thought for a moment and replied "I guess you'd have to muzzle me...AND tie my hands and my feet."

My heart stopped and I said, "Don't tempt me", to which she replied "I'd escape anyway, my brother and his friends used to tie me up and I always escaped". "You wouldn't escape if I tied you up", I was no longer concentrating on the film at all. "Tied up girls before have you?", she inquired grinning. I felt myself blush and responded "maybe". "I bet if you tied me up I'd escape" she said. "If I could tie you up my way I would, none of this 'ooh that's too tight' and 'not like that'", was my response.

"You can do it any way you like, I'll still escape, I'm like Houdini". We agreed I would tie her up in her bedroom, in case anyone else came home unexpectedly. We had all been out shopping for the flat one day, and while we were out we had all brought identical white bathrobes. I told her that I would tie her up with the belts from those, cause they weren't as harsh as rope.

I went down to my bedroom and got my bathrobe belt, while I was there I also grabbed a handkerchief from my drawer. I then went to the kitchen and grabbed a roll of gaffer tape from the bottom drawer. When I got to her room she saw the tape and exclaimed "you're not going to gag me?!". "Any way I like remember?", I protested. She didn't look happy about it but she agreed anyway. I then told her to lie on her stomach on the bed.

2) Does anyone here have pics of them or their friends bound & gagged? If so send me a few, non pornographic though please.

3) I know this question has been asked a lot but can you people rename some sites that have bondage on it but are clothed women?

4) Are there any girls 13-16 that would like to chat sometimes (w/AIM or AOL), if so e-mail me.

5) I'm gonna go rent some movies soon. I'd like a good damsel in distress movie, any suggestions? I've heard Best Laid Plans has some good scenes it, but is it enough to please me? =)

6) I'm done w/this stupid list. Please reply people. Anyway, I'm out. I'm gonna be posting my next story soon. Later!

By the way, I am working on my next story so stay tuned!

Excellent story, with and Desiree. Using your dads ties, was refreshing for a change. Don't here to many of those stories.

This only happened a week ago, during the first Monday of my summer holidays. I am hopefully going to have another game, and I’ll probably post it if you want me to, if you like this story. It was a hot day, and it was good too, because there had been a lot of rain, and we needed some good weather. The Friday before, I had planned to meet most my friends in the neighbourhood about my age in a small group of trees, where we planned to have a big water fight game. I got there about 7 ‘o’ clock in the morning and saw a few people congregated around the trees, waiting. There was about 15 of them, some my age (15), and some under. I could see Tina, Donna and Becky, as well as Tina’s sister, Anna. After I meeted them, others came, making it a total of 24 people, some I had never seen before, who were probably friends of my friends. Dean, Tom and I had already discussed what this game was about, and what would happen, and I slipped in an idea harmless enough, but involved people being tied up. Dean and I stood in the middle, while the rest stood around us, waiting to get this game going.
“Sorry I had to drag you all out this early, but Dean, Tom and I thought it would be cool to start off our hols with a big waterfight. ______(My town) and ______ (neighbouring town) will be the areas we fight in. We use 2 houses as refill points, and bases on each side. We will be divided into 2 groups, boys and girls. Pick your groups”. The girls went to one side and boys on the other.
“This will be a point-oriented game. You are allowed to capture and tie up an enemy, and keep them at one of the bases. One prisoner of war will be worth 10 points. Of course, if they escape, you lose the points. There is also 3 items on each team that the enemy can find. Each item will be worth 30 points. These will be things almost impposible to find, like an old shoe or an old cable for example. But each team member of one group knows what each item is and where it is. If you catch an enemy, you can interrogate them to find out where it is. You will be disqualified if we find bruises or broken legs-” everyone laughed “on our team members when, and if they come back. Keep off the rough stuff. The team with the most points after 8 ‘o’ clock wins. The field between ______(My town) and ______ (neighbouring town) you can use, and the streets around the bases and refill points. Now lets get this game going!” The girls ran off to their base, and we went to ours. We decided to use mine as the main base and refill point and Tom’s for the main refill point as it was closest to the field. A few kids went home for some supplies, two guys by the name of Ben and Andrew stayed at my house, with big water guns each. Andrew’s brother Jim, who was playing, owned a three-way walkie-talkie set, which included a base set at our base, and a walkie-talkie for Dean and I. Tom and a guy called James went to the main refill station, to keep that under guard, and Dean and I chose the rest of the guys equally between us to make two teams. After going back to our houses for some extras (Like rope and duct tape for example) we ran off to the fields, for the first attack…

This continued throughout the entire day, all the way untill the end of track practice. At one point, I got a hold of the tape, and tried attacking him as he walked through the gym on his way home. He tackled me to the ground, wrapping the tape around me about three times with my arms to my side. That didn't hold at all though. By this point however, I was trying to provoke him more. Maybe then he would tie me up good. I escaped the bonds, and found myself following him home. We playfully fought, all the way to his house and he jokingly yelled at me to go home Instead, we ended up in his garage. We stood and made stupid conversation, before wrestling for the roll of tape again. This time when I grabbed for it in his hand, he very easily let it go. Almost as if he wanted me to tie him up, and he was leading me to his garage the entire time. "Now you're my hostage," I told him, "stand against that pole." I led him over to a pole in the back of his garage that supported the roof. With him standing against it, I bound his wrists behind him with the masking tape several time. "Let me go," he said struggling. But I knew he was enjoying it. Why else would he give in so easily?

I looked around and found some bungi-cords and some small towels. I tied the bungi cords across his body, securing it to the pole. "I'm gonna get you sooooo bad," he threatened. "What can you do? You're all tied up," I replied. "Now quiet, or the gag's going in." His mouth dropped open. "You wouldn't," he said. Feeling a challenge, I brought the towel up to his mouth and pulled it in tightly, creating a thick cleave gag that filled his mouth. "Mmmpphh!" he moaned. I had no sympathy. "Aww," I said sarcastically, "after all the times you've taped my mouth today, and you want me to take the gag out." I turned to walk out of the garage. "See ya," I yelled behind me. I planned on leaving him for about 5 minutes just to scare him. I took a quick jog around the block, pretty confident that the bonds would hold. About 5 minutes later, I returned to his garage. I walked in through the door, to find it empty. The bungi cords lay on the floor in front of the abandonned pole. Suddenly, a hand clapped over my mouth, muffling my screams. "Mmmpphh." **** Sorry, but I got to leave you hanging here for awhile. Don't worry, I'll definetely finish it real soon. Keep checking in to find out who is the mysterious person with their hand over my mouth, silencing me? Will Coby get his revenge? What is in store for me? To be continued...

Just a quick few words too. For those of you who like my stories, I've posted a few over at Fallen Angel's site:

http://books/dreambook.com/fallenangel01/main.html

You might want to check those out. Also, at my site, apparently there is only limitted room to post in my guestbook. Therefore, if you have any stories, I would suggest you email them to me personally, and reserve the guestbook for comments. Sorry for the inconvienence. Everyone enjoy! *Hugs and kisses* Chloe

reguards
Susan

we went into his room and he shut the door and locked it he said "do u even know how to tie someone up?" i said no and he said i'll show u by tieing ur hands in front of u! he took one wrist and tied rope round it . he then crossed my hands and started tieing them quite tightly! when he had finished he said just like that but do their hands behind their back and do their feet the same , and then just make up the rest! he also said and one more tip is to take off their socks because it makes it harder for them to get out ( i dont know why this would be? is it true) he untied my hands and said right tie me up.

i took his hands and tied them just like he tied mine , i thought it was quite good actually! and i tight his feet like that as well i then took another piece of rope and tied his knees and another rope to tie his elbows i then said i was done and i sat down , he struggled for a while and he was out in about 10 mins! he then said right my turn! so i stood up and turned around he took my wrists and quickly but tightly tied them! he then told me to sit on the bed he went to tie my feet and then said oh yeah socks , so he took my socks off my feet! then he tied them quite tightly as well then he took more rope and tied my knees , then my arms then he said can i gag and blindfold u? i took a couple of seconds to think about this and then i said if u want to yeah he opened his sock draw and took out a sock and shouved it in my mouth then he took the duct tape and wrapped it round my head , it was a very good gag i tried talking but it just came out as mppphhh then he took the second sock and wrapped it round my eyes! he then helped me down to the floor and put me on my belly he then said oh yeah i got one more piece of rope so i'll hog tie u , i didnt know wot that meant but i mphhed anyway he took my bound ankled and pulled them up to my hands he then tied them together, he then said right u got 20 mins! i struggled for ages i rolled around i pulled but nothing gave way i was properly stuck! i could hear mat laughing at me in the background! after what felt like forever he said right time's up i was expecting him to untie me but no he had other ideas he said now it is time for some tortue when i heard this i actually felt scared and tried to move away but obviosly couldnt.

mat then sat on my back and said are u tickleish? i knew i was very tickleish and i knew i had got my self into something quite bad! he then started tickleing my sides it was horrible i tried screaming but couldnt i tried to get away from him i couldnt , he tickled me for ages , i was hot anf sweaty! then he stood up and grabbed my bare feet! i nearly died he stated at my toes and went down to my sole i could feel my eyes crying he got faster and faster and there was nothing i could do! even though it was horrible i was kinda exciting and quite nice. after wot must have been a hour he stopped and pulled my gag off! i said just untie me and he did he said did u enjoy that and i said no! (even though i did a little) this wasnt the last time we played tie up games but i'll tell more another time if u want! write back and tell me if u liked it cheers!
Danny

Like other people who read and post stories here, I have a simple one of my own. Like many young boys, I had the pleasure of having a pretty, teenage girl as a babysitter. I can’t remember the exact age that I was, but I do remember the fun I had when I convinced her to tie me up. One time, I got hold of a long, cloth-type rope, approximately 8-10 feet in length. I think it was some type of surgical bandage, about a quarter inch thick, and creased in the middle like a V-shape in cross-section. In short, a very comfortable way to have my hands tightly tied behind my back.

While Julie and I were watching TV, I snuck away and got the rope from a drawer in another room. I came back, handed it to her. “Tie my hands.” I turned around and placed my hands behind my back, palm to palm. She then proceeded to tie my hands. I could feel her fingers deftly wrapping the rope around and around my wrists, cinching in between, and finally tying the final knot. “There,’ she purred, “you should be able to get out of that one.” With that, she turned back and resumed watching TV. Enthralled with the show on TV, I sat there with my hands bound. When the ads came on, I started my escape attempt. I attempted to move my hands back and forth. There was scarcely any movement. I twisted my fingers back, trying to locate a knot or pull a loop over my wrists. No way. I looked behind me. The rope was snug, not painful, and tied around and around my wrists, looping in between in a figure eight cinch, and finally cinched between my wrists. It was exquisitely superb bondage!
After struggling for a significant portion of the evening, I finally gave up! Shuffling over on my knees to where she was sitting, I pleaded. “Okay. I give up. You can untie me now!” With a look of surprise, she asked sweetly. “Oh, you can’t get free?” Smiling, she then proceeded to untie me. Although an indifferent participant in these bondage games, she had certainly gotten the better of me! The next time I was tied up, it was to a chair and blindfolded! But that was another evening!

"Mmmmpphh!" I cried out as the stranger held me tighter. "Shut up," whispered Coby into my ear. I was a little relieved it was him, and then I knew what I would be in for. "You really suck at tying," he said, "don't worry though. You're about to get a lesson." I continued to squirm, just for the fun of it. I walked to the pole, kind of leading him though he was still behind me with his hand tightly over my mouth. When we got there, he didn't even have to ask. I put my hands behind me, palms together. He let go of my mouth and I promised not to scream untill he was done tying me. He took some small nylon cords, and bound my wrists behind me. Then, he took a very long length of rope and wrapped it around me, from the top of my chest down to my ankles. "Wait a here a second," he said and then left. I struggled a little, testing the bonds. Nope, I wasn't going anywhere.

He returned with two bandannas. "What are you gonna do to me?" I asked. "Oh, I think you know what's coming," he replied. And he was right, I did. He stretched out one of the twisted bandannas, and I willingly opened my mouth for him. He pulled it tightly into my mouth, creating a thick cleave gag. He knotted it tightly in back, and proceeded to blindfolded me with the other. Then, he took off my shoes, and started to tickle my feet, and even tickled my underarms. I knew this would last a long time, as I screamed into my gag. "Mmmmpphh!" Later, he untied me and that was the last of our bondage experiences together. Every now and then though when I would make him mad in school, he'd just remind me of what happened before. We just kept it between the two of us. Gee, I hope he's not reading this!

Sorry if that was one of the tired got tied up - untied later stories. But hey, someone has to post something to keep this site as great as it is. Let me know if you guys have any preferences on what stories you want to hear then, or if you enjoyed this one. *Chloe*

We have been going up to the cabin for as long as I can remember, and after that much time, we have come to know most people around the area. There is a girl who's parents own the general store right down the street, and they are also our neighbors. We have become very close over the years, and we spend as much time with each other as we can when I'm up there.
Well it was Wednesday, the middle of the week. Me and Stephanie, her name had spent a all day every day since Saturday together, and we couldn't figure out what to do today. We decided to go down to the dock and sit and relax or talk for a while. I should probably describe Steph. She is one of the prettiest girls I have ever seen. She's 17, as am I, about 5'6", a brunette, some of the biggest, most perfect breasts I have ever seen. She has great legs, and the cutest butt.
It started to warm up later in the afternoon, so we decided to go for a little swim. Stephanie was wearing a very sexy string bikini, it was blue with yellow and green flowers on it. Well, after our swim, I decided that the boat should probably be secured better to the dock, so I went to tighten the ropes. As Steph observed, she asked me if I had ever had any experience with bondage. I really hadn't, so I said no, and asked if she had. She said her ex-boyfriend had been into it, and got her interested, and they often experimented. Well, I immediately began to get aroused. I asked her if she would like to try with me. She said of course. My parents were getting ready to go out for a romantic night out, and wouldn't be back til Thursday night, so I knew I would have a good 24 hours alone with Steph. Once my parents left, I mad a little wager with her. I said that I knew she wouldn't be able to get free from my bondage. I told her that I'd give her an hour to escape, but if she couldn't, she would be my bondage slave til my parents came back, and I would get to tie her however I wanted, and do whatever I wanted to. She agreed, but if she got free, she would be able to do the same to me. We had a deal, and Stephanie told me that she'd be back at around 7:00 that evening. I said ok, and once she left began to gather materials. I had never actually seriously tied a girl up, so I was a bit nervous, and didn't exactly know what to use. I got rope and tape of course, then cable ties. (for those who don't know, those are the plastic zip-tie type things used to secure wires or other stuff) Then I remembered my brother had toy handcuffs. Even though they were his toys, we bought them at a police surplus store, so these were the real deal, no safety latch or anything like that. I also got a cable lock, and heavy duty chains with a padlock. It was already 6:30, and I went to get ready for Steph. She arrived at about 7:05. She looked so beautiful. She was wearing a red leather halter top, a black super mini skirt, black tights, and very sexy black strappy shoes. I asked her why she got all dressed up to which she replied "it's more fun this way."

I heard the front door open, and she walked in. Like many pretty, teenaged girls, she was dressed simply in a blouse and narrow, A-line skirt, and an open sweater. The typical girl-next-door “sweater and skirt” look. She had some textbooks under her arm, no doubt hoping to get some studying done while I watched TV (or, as I hoped, helplessly tied up!).

“Hi, Glenn,” she beamed. She put the books down on the kitchen table. “So how was school today?”

“Okay, I guess.” I paused. “So what do you want to do tonight?” I guess it would be too much to hope that she suggested we play tie-up. I quickly continued, “Want to see something really neat? It’s a model I’ve been working on. It’s in my room.”

“Okay,” she replied. She followed me upstairs. It was a car model, not quite complete. She looked around my bedroom. “What’s this?” She was holding a leather bound book. It was something I had gotten for a birthday. It was a diary, and it had a leather strap on it and a brass lock, which prevented it from being opened unless you had a key.

“Oh that. Just something I was writing about. I like to write down stuff, you know, stuff I did during the day, how I felt, and all that.” Even at a young age, I enjoyed storytelling.

She looked at the book, intrigued. “Can I read it?” She was sat on the edge of the bed. The hem of her skirt was just above her knees. Even at that age, the sight of a girl dressed like that caught my notice. And the thought of being tied up by a girl dressed like that was even more exciting!

“No,” I smiled, “personal thoughts. So can we play another game tonight? Like we did a few weeks ago?”

She looked puzzled. “You mean scrabble?”

Looks like I was going to have to ask. “No. You remember. The part where you tie me up?”

She looked at me, and I thought that she would refuse. Then she sighed. “Well, if that’s what you want.” She gazed around the room, and then looked at my diary. It was on the edge of the table where she had left it. “I suppose you have some ropes, again?”

We went downstairs. I got the rope, a long nylon one. “Okay,” I said, placing my hands behind my back, “Tie me!”

But Julie was looking thoughtful. She smiled. “I think I have a better way of tying you. Here, sit over here.” She motioned to a hardback chair. I sat down and placed my hands behind my back. “No. Not like that. Put your wrists against the legs of the chair.”

I complied, and she started to tie me up. She tied one ankle to a chair leg, ran the rope up to my knee and tied my leg to the union of the chair seat and the chair leg, did the same for the other knee, and then secured the other ankle. The sight of her skirt just above her knees as she tied me was a major turn on! (Okay, guys, who wouldn’t be turned on by being tied up by a girl whose wearing a skirt!) She then ran the rope under the chair, around a chair leg, then up and around my upper arms, cinching the rope between my arms and torso. Then the rope was brought down and each wrist was securely fastened to the legs of the chair. I knew, without even struggling, that escape would be impossible!

“There,” she said, stood before me, with her hands on her hips, “if nothing else, you should be well behaved tonight!” She reached into her purse and pulled something out. “Since you enjoy this so much, I think I will blindfold you, as well!”

She tied it around my head. Everything was dark. I struggled, pulling at the wrist ropes, rocking back and forth. I was tied, as securely as before, only this time I couldn’t move anywhere! I heard the rustle of skirts as Julie sat down on the couch. I struggled, strained, but she had done a great job! I was her prisoner!

“Are you comfortable?” I heard her ask. I replied yes. “That’s good”, she continued, sweetly, “`cause your going to be there for a while. I just have to check something about one of my homework assignments.”

Before I could say anything, I heard the swish of a skirt as she quickly walked out the room, leaving me there! What was she up to? Where had she gone? I struggled valiantly, trying to see under the blindfold some way of escaping. But it was futile. I was completely at her mercy. I thought it strange that she would suddenly become an enthusiastic participant in these bondage sessions.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard her coming back. Suddenly, the blindfold was removed. She looked slightly concerned. “Is everything okay? I’m going to untie you now.” In a few minutes, she freed me. Although the ropes were secure, they weren’t overly tight. I didn’t have any marks on me at all. “I kind of lost track of time,” she smiled sweetly, “You know, with the homework, and that.”

Later, when we were up in my room playing a board game and watching TV, I noticed something. The diary, which had been on the edge of the table when we went downstairs, was now in a different location. So that was what she had been up to! She wanted me tied up and out the way while she pried into my diary! I confronted her about it.

She laughed, “Well, you have to admit, it was a good plan. You really liked my tying you up, so I thought I would take advantage and sneak a look in your diary.” She frowned. “But I couldn’t find the key. I checked everywhere!”

I pointed to a world globe that was on my table. It was one of those that would spin around, and was held in place by the poles. On the arm that held the North Pole pivot was hung the key on a string. “You didn’t check there,” I laughed.

She looked at the globe, and threw up her hands in exasperation. “Well, looks like I tied you up for nothing. At least you got something out of it!”

Julie was very good-natured about the whole thing. The rest of the night passed without incident, and she tied me up on subsequent nights. And on one on occasion, I even tied her up!