There was a long period where Jodie and I didn’t see each other very often, for about 6-7 weeks I think, from memory. We saw each other occasionally, and we exchanged a few pleasantries now and then.
 

After this lull period was over, I received a phone call from Jodie on a Saturday night. It was rugby night, and I really wasn’t paying much attention to what she was saying. The game was really close, and it was just about full time. She kept blurting out information to me, and I was replying ‘yep’ ‘yeah’ ‘ok’ without knowing what she was actually talking about.
 

She got suspicious, and at one point she asked me “Are you gay?” and I blurted out “Yeah”. 
 

She laughed, and then scolded me for not paying attention. 
 

I apologised, and she continued. I still wasn’t paying much attention to what she was saying, but I was half listening this time. Eventually, she said something about a movie her uncle was making, and asked me if I wanted to be in it. It was only going to be a small part, and would only have about 5-10 minutes of screen time.
 

I replied with the usual “Yep, sure”. I was, and still am, a terrible actor, but I would’ve done anything to get her off the phone. She went through the details, which were simply to meet at her place at 10:00am on Monday morning.
 

I said, “Yeah, yeah. Bye!” The game was nearing full time, with only about a minute left. She sounded a little annoyed, but said bye and hung up.
 

The game was tied at, I think 16 all, and the opposition had the ball, but it was in their own half. They managed to get it to the half way line, and attempted a field goal, it missed, and there was only about 10 seconds left. My team had possession, but couldn’t manage to score, so the game ended in a tie.
 

It was an anticlimax really, the teams were evenly balanced, and the result could’ve gone either way. It had been a great game, but both teams really messed up when they had opportunities.
 

After the game, I struggled to remember what Jodie had told me. I got a piece of paper, and wrote down everything I could remember. Be at her house at 10:00am on Monday, that’s it. I even struggled to remember why I was going to her place in the first place.
 

The game ended at about 10:00pm, I think, and it was too early for me to go to bed. Beth had gone to a party with some of her girlfriends, and both my mum and dad were in bed already. 
 

I ended up calling Jodie again, just for a conversation. She sounded pleased to hear me again, and she teased me a little, “Oh, so now you want to talk?” 
 

We had a good hour-long talk about nearly everything. She reminded me of the details once more, and hung up. 
 

I ended up going to bed at about half past 11. That night, I had a nightmare that still haunts me to this day. A maniac brandishing an axe was chasing me around at school, and eventually he cornered me, and as he was about to hack at my head, I woke up in a terrible sweat. 
 

I could hear my heart was racing even though it was only a dream. It was only 7:00am, but I couldn’t manage to get back to sleep. I crawled around my bed for about an hour, before deciding to get up.
 

It was Sunday morning, and there were a few good cartoons on in the morning. I watched these for about another hour, before Beth came limping down the stairs. She looked really tired, she said she didn’t get home till 1:00am, and didn’t get to bed till 3 in the morning.
 

I told her about what I was doing tomorrow, and she laughed. She told me what I already knew, that I couldn’t act even if my life depended on it. 
 

She watched cartoons with me for another hour before deciding to make lunch. I didn’t know where mum and dad were, they weren’t at home when I woke up.
 

We found a note on the kitchen table – they went out for an early morning round of golf, and wouldn’t be back for lunch, and asked us to prepare something ourselves. We ended up having a pizza, which didn’t taste that good. It was Vegetarian, and I didn’t like that very much.
 

Our parents came home at about 2:00pm, and I told them about what was going to happen tomorrow and they said that it was alright with them. I spent the rest of the day on the computer or watching TV. 
 

Monday arrived, and I was getting a little nervous, because I didn’t know exactly what my role in the movie was going to be. I got dropped off at Jodie’s place at 10:00am. Jodie informed me that we were heading to her uncle’s place in the country, where our scenes were to be shot.
 

Her mum drove us there, and like all friends’ mothers, she wanted to know everything about me. Where I was born, my mum and dad, what I like etc. I’d met her a couple of times before, so I didn’t know why she was asking me all this now. 
 

We arrived at her uncle’s about half an hour later. There were a quite a few people gathered there, about 10-15, but I didn’t see much equipment lying around. 
 

Jodie’s mum left as her uncle greeted us. At a glance, most of the people that were there looked like punks, but after a while, I found them to be quite sociable. 
 

Her uncle (Keith), informed Jodie and I that our scenes weren’t due to be shot until later in the afternoon. I asked him what my role would be, and he handed me a copy of the script, with my bits highlighted. 
 

I read through my bits of the script, which took me about fifteen minutes or so. The script stated that Jodie and I were the children of a CEO of a large electronics company. In short, we were to be kidnapped, in order to force our ‘dad’ to withdraw from a takeover of another company.
 

It also said that were had to be tied up partly on camera, and there was a scene which showed us tied up. I was really getting nervous about the idea, and I told Jodie this.
 

Sure, I liked being tied up, but being tied up in front of all these people was a scary thought. Jodie told me that that was the very reason why she’d picked me to be her ‘brother’, because I’d been tied up before.
“You haven’t told them about our games have you?” I asked her.
 

“No, of course not. I’m not that stupid. My uncle picked me, because I was the only kid that he knew.”
 

“Why didn’t you pick Mark instead of me then?” I asked, curiously.
 

“I did, but he didn’t want to do it.”
 

She said that she was kind of nervous too, but she reassured me that everything would be fine. 
 

We watched them shoot various scenes for about an hour and a half before breaking for lunch. Lunch was basically just sandwiches and cordial.
 

After lunch, everyone had a break, and played a game of cricket. I managed to hit two sixes while batting, before being a little too ambitious and being bowled out attempting another one.
 

Her uncle told us to remember our lines, because our scene would be shot after the next one. I only had two lines to say “Who are you?” and “Why are you doing this?” (not very original I must say), but I had quite a few actions to remember. I had to kick a guy in the leg and have a swipe at another, among others. There were also instances when I was supposed to do a little bit of struggling. 
 

I managed to remember all my lines and actions before a lady walked over and told us that we needed to get dressed before our scene. Jodie and I were led over to round the back of the house, where she gave us some clothes to put on. She directed me to the bathroom and told me to get changed, Jodie was led somewhere else down the hallway.
 

The clothes I’d been given were sort of what I’d expected. A blue shirt with a tie, and cream coloured pants. I was also given a pair of black leather shoes to wear. 
 

Jodie, in contrast, was wearing something like a basketball uniform. She had a T-shirt, shorts, short white socks and runners on. 
 

When she saw me, she laughed, and made a few nasty comments about the way I looked.
 

The lady who showed us in, straightened up my tie and fixed up my hair a little. She didn’t have any complaints about the way Jodie was dressed.
 

We were led back to the front of the house where they had just finished shooting, and were waiting for us. Her uncle took us over to a black van (surprise, surprise) and told us to stand next to it. 
 

There, about four other people came at us with rope, and began tying us up. 
 

“Tell me if it’s too tight,” one of the told me.
 

I replied that it was fine. 
 

They had our hands tied behind our backs, and our arms tied to our side, before we were led to the back of the van. There were actually quite a few people watching as we were being tied up, and I really started to get nervous.
They sat us down on the edge, and one of them knelt down and tied our legs loosely together at the ankles. 
 

Her uncle asked us if we were alright, and if it was too tight or not, Jodie and I both said that it was OK.
 

We were helped inside the van, and were positioned so that we sat opposite each other. Her uncle brought out a roll of duct tape, and told us that they were for gags. (Duh! Like we didn’t know that!)
 

He told us to close our mouths, so it wouldn’t hurt when they took it off.
 

He cut off one piece and smoothed it over my mouth, and did the same with Jodie. Again, he asked if we were OK, and we both nodded. 
 

There were quite a few people standing outside the van, I could feel my face going red with embarrassment. 
 

Her uncle went through what was going to happen, “The van’s going to back up down that road a bit, and turn around. The van’s going to drive back up this driveway, but it’ll go up a little further towards the house. Stan and Lenny are going to be the drivers, and when the car stops they’re going to take you out of here and take you inside the house. Understand?”
 

We both nodded again. He closed the van, and there was a slight pause before I heard two people getting into the front seat. The car started and rolled down the driveway. The road was a gravel road, so it was a little rocky. 
 

I looked at Jodie, who seemed very relaxed compared with me, I was nervous as hell. She looked at me, and shrugged her shoulders, trying to indicate that everything was fine.
 

The car turned around, and headed back in the direction of the house. I felt it pull up into the driveway. The car stopped, and I waited for the van to open. It did, and I’d been directed not to look at the camera, but at the two guys who’d ‘kidnapped’ us.
 

I was grabbed rather harshly by Stan, and Jodie let out a grunt as she was slung over Lenny’s shoulders.
 

Lenny went ahead into the house, and a camera followed close behind him. Stan grabbed one of my arms with his left hand, and shut the van with his right. I too, was slung over his shoulder, and he walked into the house, again, with a camera close behind.
 

He took a look behind him before heading into the house. 
 

“Cut”, Jodie’s uncle yelled.
 

He made a few comments about the scene, and the fact that there were a few blemishes in it, so we had to reshoot the scene.
 

Jodie had looked at the camera as the door was opening, and the car had clipped the gate as it pulled into the driveway.
 

He also told me to show a little more emotion as I was being pulled out of the car, and asked me to look a little more scared that I did.
 

Jodie and I were again placed in the back of the van, and we went through the same drill as last time. This time, the shoot was flawless, and we proceeded to the next scene.
 

The next scene was shot inside the house, down in the basement where it was rather dusty. Jodie and I were placed on the floor. All the cameras and equipment were brought in, and placed at various positions around us. 
 

“This is a short scene, it only goes for about 10 seconds or so, you guys have just got to struggle, not too hard, just gently.” Keith informed us.
 

As soon as the words “Action” came from his mouth, I began struggling. The ropes weren’t that tight, so I took it easy, being careful not to accidentally untie myself..
 

About half way through, her uncle called “Cut”.
 

I stopped struggling and looked over at him. 
 

“My gag fell off.” Jodie laughed.
 

He replaced her gag with another strip of duct tape, and replaced mine as well while he was at it.
 

The scene was reshot to perfection this time. A lady walked over to Jodie and put water over her eyes. 
 

“James, you just sit there, don’t do anything.” he told me.
 

A camera was placed in front of Jodie, and her uncle directed her to look to the right of the camera. She started sniffing, and ‘crying’ as the camera rolled. After another 10 seconds, the camera stopped and her uncle shouted, “Perfect!”
 

“OK, the next scene we’re going to shoot is your rescue scene. All you’ve got to do is sit tight, and wait for Paul to come in. When he comes in, you both look at him, and start yelling, OK? Keith told us.
 

Everybody cleared out of the room, except for the two camera guys who were positioned in front of us, and to our side.
 

There was a bit of shuffling going on upstairs, and we heard a faint ‘Action’ call. A few moments later, a guy comes crashing through the door, holding a gun in his right hand. That was our queue, and Jodie and I started yelling out towards him. He said something, before running down the stairs like mad. 
 

Another call of ‘Cut’ was then heard, and everybody relaxed. 
 

Paul came over and untied Jodie, while the lady who’d given us our clothes untied me. 
 

He said that there was still one more scene to shoot with us, and it’d be shot at Stan’s house, where we were supposed to ‘live’. 
 

It took about 15 minutes to get all the cameras and equipment into the van, and we drove to Stan’s house. His house wasn’t far from Jodie’s uncle’s place, it took about 10 minutes to get there.
 

His house was pretty big, probably not what you’d expect a CEO of a large firm to own, but her uncle said that it was the best they could get. Everything was unpacked and set up inside the house. Our ‘parents’ were, I think, Stan’s mum and dad. We shot a scene, which showed them leaving the house for a lunch function. 
 

The next scene was the scene where we get ‘kidnapped’. I was to be in my room, and Jodie in hers when the kidnappers sneak in through the back door, knock out a servant and ‘grab’ us. 
 

Keith shot the scene where the servant gets knocked out first, Stan and Lenny sneak into the house, and smash him over the head with a baton. The scene had to be reshot a few times, because the servant wasn’t timing his falls properly.
 

Finally, they got it right, and it was our turn. I was directed to my room, and a cameraman was situated behind me as I sat at my desk reading.
 

I heard a faint cry of ‘Action’ and I began my reading. I just kept glancing at the same line until the door opened, and two guys come rushing at me. As per the script, one of them grabs me, and I kick him, and he lets go. The other guy approaches me, and I have a swipe at his face with my fist. I miss, and he grabs my arm and twists it behind my back.
 

I cry out in ‘pain’, as the guy I kicked shouted profanities, which I won’t mention here. A handkerchief soaked in ‘chloroform’ is placed over my nose, and I slowly cease my struggle and eventually fall limp. 
One of them says, “You get the girl, I’ll handle this one.” and the other walks out.
 

He pulls out a rope, and ties my wrists behind my back. That’s when I heard the ‘Cut’ call again, and the guy unties me. 
 

Jodie’s scene was shot next. She sees the other guy as he enters the room, and they struggle for a bit (she was more convincing that me). Jodie manages to slap him before she too is overpowered and subdued with the chloroform. She didn’t get tied, as Keith called ‘Cut’ as soon as she fell to the floor.
 

There was no ‘reuniting’ scene where, after our kidnapping, we are reunited with our parents, and they give us hugs and kisses etc. I was a little surprised that there was no such scene, but I supposed that Keith knew more about these things than I did.
 

Jodie’s uncle made a comment about it being perfect, and commending Jodie and I for doing such a good job.
 

The film was part of a media and film studies course, which Jodie’s uncle and a few of his friends were undertaking. They had about 6 months to finish the movie. The entire movie ran bout one and half hours; the scenes we were in took up about 5 minutes. 
 

The movie was finished about 3 weeks after we shot our scenes, and I was invited to a screening of the movie at Keith’s place. Overall, the movie looked quite professional. Everything ran smoothly, and some of the sound and special effects that Keith put in were amazing. The scene where Jodie was seen crying was a pretty emotional scene, given the music that Keith put into the background. 
 

The movie was ranked third in the class, behind an action/thriller type movie, and a comedy.
 

When I got home, my mum and dad asked me what I’d had to do. I told them that I’d been kidnapped. I was worried that they would ask for details, but they didn’t and dropped it at that.
 

However, Beth heard me, and she pressed me for details. When I refused, she hounded me until I finally gave in and told her everything that had happened. By the end, she was laughing like mad, saying that I was crazy to do such a thing.
 

Beth continued to poke fun at me all night, even in front of mum and dad. Eventually, I got a little peace when I went to bed. I couldn’t get much sleep that night, as I was still reminded of that nightmare I’d had two nights ago.
 
 
 

I hope you all enjoyed this story. Could I please get some feedback, I didn’t get any for my last story.

I'm 14, Jodie's 15, my sis is also 14 (3 months older than me), and Mark is 11.

 it was starting to get dark, i wasn't sure how long i was tied up for but i was starting to get tired. mrs. smith made jill and amy come outside and atleast feed me if they weren't going to untie me. they didn't untie me, they took off my gag, fed me a little food, then put the gag back on me! i couldn't belive it! i thought i would never be untied. i got tired so i dozed off, when i woke up it was pitch black. i started to freak out, wondering if they forgot about me. i managed to push the chair over to where the doorbell was and kept pushing the doorbell with my nose. 

after a little while, mrs. smith answered the door, she looked at me and gave me the biggest look of shock. "i thought they untied you and you went home" she said. she went upstairs and woke amy and jill up, made them come downstairs and untie me, it took them forever to untie me because they were so tired. when i looked at the clock, it was almost midnight! i had been tied up for about 8 hours, i felt so tired. i got paid fifty bucks and a few days later i got a call asking me to watch the kids again. to be continued.........

I was wondering if anybody had the url for the page of girl's tying up boys ?

WHEN I GO THERE THE PEOPLE THERE WERE CHRIS, JAMIE AND KYLE, ALL GUYS. ME, BEING A HUGE FLIRT, WAS ACTUALLY HAPPY TO BE THE ONLY GIRL THERE. WE STARTED WATCHING A MOVIE AND CHRIS ASKED IF ANYONE WANTED ANYTHING TO DRINK. WE ALL TOLD HIM WANT WE WANTED AND JAMIE WENT INTO THE KITCHEN TO HELP HIM. KYLE AND I SAT THERE AND TALKED. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWEN HE WAS JUST TRYING TO DISTRACT ME. SUDDENLY SOMEONE CLASPED THEIR HAND OVER MY MOUTH. I SCREAMED THROUGH IT. I TURNED AROUND TO SEE JAMIE HOLDING ME AS TIGHTLY AS POSSIBLE AND CHRIS COMING BEHIND HIM WITH 3 ROLLS OF DUCT TAPE. MY EYES WIDENED WITH FEAR. I KNEW WHAT WAS COMING. 

KYLE HELD ME DOWN WHILE CHRIS AND JAMIE WRAPPED ME HEAD TO TOE IN DUCT TAPE. JAMIE SLAPPED IT OVER MY LIPS AND WRAPPED IT AROUND MY HEAD SO MUCH THAT THE ONLY SOUND I COULD GET OUT WAS A FAINT "MMMPH". CHRIS TIED MY HAND BEHIND MY BACK AND MY ARMS TO MY SIDES. JAMIE WRAPPED MY LEGS COMPLETELY IN IT. THEN THEY ALL WRAPPED IT UP AND DOWN MY STRUGGLING BODY. I HATED THEM BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WAS ENJOYING IT. THEN AS A FINISHING TOUCH THE PICK ME UP AND PROCEEDED TO TAPE ME DOWN TO THE KITCHEN TABLE. ONCE SECURED KYLE SAID. 

"NOW THAT WE HAVE CAPTURED HER WE MUST TORTURE HER." 

THEN FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE HOURS THEY TICKLED MY STOMACH. (MY MOST TICKLEST AREA). I SHREIKED THROUGH MY GAG. I SQUIRMED TRYING TO GET FREE. THEN CHRIS BROUGHT OUT THE VIDEO CAMERA. SO BASICLY THEY MADE A BOUDAGE VIDEO OF THEM TORTURING ME AND ME "MMMPHING" AND SQUIRMING. THEY STILL WEREN'T DONE. 

THEY UN-TAPED ME FROM THEM KITCHEN TABLE, BROUGHT ME BACK INTO THE DEN AND SAT ME ON THE COUCH. THEN THEY POPED IN THE TAPE. I HAD TO SIT THERE AND WATCH MYSELF AND THERE WASN'T A THING I COULD DO ABOUT IT. 

WE THEY FINALLY FREED ME I HIT THEM AND PUT ON A HUGE SHOW ABOUT HOW PISSED I WAS BUT DEEP DOWN I LIKED IT. I THINK THEY KNEW IT TOO. NOW I'M ALWAYS EAGER TO GO TO CHRIS'S AGAIN.

A) Breath
 

B) Have your hands tied
 

C) Be tickled in your stomach
 

Whatever... :\

I once spent 11 hours wrapped up from head to toe in a really nice mummification bondage - I was so comfortable that I even fell fast asleep while bound.
 
 

(I wrote about my experience here: http://restrainedtastes.com/ttt/stories/adult/mummy.htm)
 
 

The longest I was kept hog-tied and ball-gagged for (by the same partner) was 3 hours - again, everything felt 'right' and I was really quite disappointed when the time came to be un-bound.
 
 

Providing you have the security of a sympathetic and understanding partner, then even longer bondages are entirely possible. Safe, sane and consensual - the key words to enjoying any bondage!
 

Well here goes. We arrived and everything was normal for about four or five days. We went to the beach almost every day with my aunt (while my uncle was at work), as their house was located near the water. I was never a big beach guy: to this day I heavily favor the pool, I hate the way the salty water clings to your hair and all… So I wasn’t wild about trips to my aunt and uncles, but I usually had no choice. They lived in a relatively small town, and there wasn’t much else to do other than going to the beach, or playing games/sports. And to top it off, my annoying cousin Lizzy (my aunt and uncles only daughter) would not leave me alone. She was about two years older than I, my sister’s age I believe, and enjoyed to pester me. She had short brown hair, about ear length, and very bony, exaggerated features. I guess she was kind of cute as she was apparently told often, but I thought she was very ugly, even though I attribute that to the fact that she was a jerk. Well by this time I was pretty much bored to misery, but tired at the end of the day.

Well anyway, on about my fifth night there, I was subtly awakened to a bit of a shock. As I lay in slumber I felt my arms being pulled and wrapped in rope. My eyes shot open, and I glanced above me. My arms were fastened to either bedpost. Then I realized my ankles were wrapped in ropes as well, and as I looked down, I realized that I was tied spread eagled to the bed. I looked up only in time to see Stacy’s dark figure cramming a large pair of balled up socks into my jaw. She immediately produced a long, thick black cloth and cleave gagged me with it, a sadistic grin overcoming her face.

“Mmmpph!” I cried in protest, my pleas stifled by the thick gag. I looked over my captor. She was fully dressed and had duffel bad filled with supplies. She was wearing tight black jeans and a tight black sweater, with black leather gloves on. I suppose this was her idea of some kind of a stealth outfit. Well anyway, she grinned widely at me with this weird look on her face.

“I’ll be right back.” She whispered, and headed out of the room. I tested my bonds immediately. They were good knots, but not as tight as I’d feared, and there was enough slack in the ropes to eventually work myself free. But not enough time now. I screamed into my gag a little, just to test it. It was okay, nothing great, also could be worked free in about twenty minutes. I “mmmpphed” gently and glanced around the room. I wondered what my torture would be. Suddenly the door opened, and in came Stacy, and right after her came Lizzy. Oh brother. I hadn’t even thought about that. Lizzy’s face lit up in delight at the sight of me bound and gagged on the bed. I groaned into my gag slightly. She kind of pranced around the bed, observing me with glee.

“Whatcha wanna do to him?” she questioned, her excitement clearly visible.

“Shhh! Or I’ll have to gag you too,” Stacy whispered, “We don’t want to wake up Uncle Tom and Aunt Cindy.” (Tom and Cindy are my aunt and uncle’s names; I forgot to mention that before). I was stared at in my tight tie up. Stacy then went over to her bag of supplies and pulled out a long feather. I knew what this was for, and struggled immediately. I had no twenty minutes, and I needed to escape. I tugged at the ropes but they held fast, I was bound to the bed. Then she began. She yanked my socks off so I was barefoot and tickled with the feather. It was really light at first, I barely noticed it, but she started going harder and harder. It was a cheap synthetic feather: not the ideal tickling device but it got the job done.

“Mmmpph!” I screamed, my gagged mouth producing only that sound. “Mmmmmmmmmpppphhh!” I fought against my bonds to no avail. It didn’t take long for Lizzy to join in though. She went for my ribs at first, but quickly began to itch at my exposed under arms. My screams of laughter were stifled again; “Mmmpph” was the only sound I could produce. They continually jabbed at my ticklish points, and as I was helplessly bound and gagged, I had no choice but to take it. I wasn’t sure what to do. But then again, there wasn’t much I could do…

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Now for tieing yourself up,and I am sure I will not be the only person here to tell you this:BE VERY CAREFULL and do NOT do it when you are all alone,always make sure someone is in the house when you tie your self up.Sure it can be very embarseing to have your mom,sis,ect find you tied up,but better that than being unable to get loose and no one home for hours,not to mention how dangerous it can be.

Zorro, seeing you are still around is a pleasure, but I surely wish you'd learn that the correct word is Ciao, not 'Ciao.
 

BTW, just so you all know, I will be taking down my 'Best of... lingerie' gallery and replacing it with 'Best of... Outdoors' when I update TTT tomorrow. I will be rotating galleries because of space limitations. 

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I have a girlfriend named Nicole. She has mid-to-long lengthed silky brown hair, average sized breasts, etc. etc. I think she's hot, she's got this cute round face, but my friend thinks she's "more cute than hot". But what does he know? Anyway, one thing Nicole likes to do is where tight and/or skimpy clothing. This is because she says it "makes me feel sexy". I discourage this at all costs; I don't want my girlfriend to be on display for other guys as you may understand. Well anyways, we often fight about this, she says I'm to controlling... Maybe there is a little truth to that but c'mon...

So we were going to this pool party to celebrate the end of school, and I went over to pick her up. Her Mom was out shopping, and her Dad was out somewhere as well. Her older brother was home, but he was in his room, so I practically had her all to myself. I went up to her room. She had a nice glow about her. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and tight jeans and flip flops. I was happy to see her. Things changed however very quickly.

"Hey Rob, check out my new bathing suit!" Nicole exclaimed, showing off a skimpy two piece g-string. Naturally I wasn't thrilled, actually I thought she was joking as she knew I was "overprotective".

"Great, maybe we can save that one for later," I grinned.

"Well I'm wearing it tonight so you won't have to," she grinned back. Now I was less thrilled.

"No your not," I shot back with a little jolt.

"What do you mean, 'no your not'?" she questioned.

"I'm not going to let you!" I said.

"You don't have to let me. You don't control me. What are you going to do, tie me up?"

I had naturally never been given this oppurtunity, so I took it and ran.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do!" I exclaimed. I grabbed her lovingly by the wrists and pulled them behind her back. She giggled softly as I led her to her computer desk and sat her down in her rolling desk chair. I looked around her room for a tying material and found a roll of silver duct tape in her top desk drawer. I wrapped her wrists in the tape at least seven times in front of her. Then I wrapped her hands down over her thighs and lap, taping her heavily to the seat of the chair.

"Rob, I'm not sure this is such a good idea." she cited curiously as I continued.

I wrapped her ankles heavily in the silver tape, also pinning her ankles to the base of the chair, from which the wheels sprouted.

I then continued to duct tape her chest to the back of the chair.

"Rob, really, untie me, we're gonna be late... What are you doing with that..." she questioned with a hint of fear. I then pressed the wide strip of duct tape I had torn off against her lips very tightly.

"That's enough of your lip," I jokingly mocked.

"Mmmmmmppphh!" she grunted into the tape. She groaned and gag talked as I turned on her TV. I was watching reruns of Seinfeld, and she started to gag-talk.

"Mmmmmpppphh, mmmmurrggrrppph, mmmmpph!" she spoke into the duct tape.

She continued like this for a while, and it became quite annoying. I walked back over.

"You just don't know when to zip it, do you?" I laughed. I picked up the duct tape and wrapped the entire roll all the way around her head five times. Her entire lower face was covered from nose to chin in duct tape.

"Mmmpph!" was much quiter this time, the heavy taping job stifled her much better. I then went over and took out her diary. At this she "mmmmppphed" like mad.

She struggled, but I had taped her tightly and the duct tape was strong and she was heavily gagged. I read on and on, and I found something objectionable.

As punishment I removed her flip-flops and tickled her feet lightly.

"MMMMMMPPPPPPHHH!" she screamed into the tape. She fought hard, her tightly clothed legs bobbing up and down against the wound tape. I tickeld her bare feet for at least a half an hour as she begged through the her duct tape gag. Tears trickled down her face and she looked as though she would wet her pants. Eventually I stoped. I wheeled her chair over to her bed and layed on her bed as I watched YV. Nicole continually pleaded for her release, but the her gag kept her quiet enough. Eventually I went to release her, saying that she would not wear the bathing suit. She agreed, nodding her head. I decided to leave the gag til last, her round doll-like face looked great taped shut.
She was really mad because her hair hurt like hell when removing the gag, and she made a few snide remarls, before finally admitting that it was fun. I want to tie ehr up again... We'll see.

I didn’t see much as Stacy moved swiftly and blindfolded me with a black scarf identical to the one that was currently enforcing my silence. After it was knotted behind my head, Stacy made a comment or two about how cute I looked with my mouth gagged and my eyes blindfolded. She and Lizzy cackled like a pair of hyenas and made their depart (I thought).
I lay there bound, gagged, and blindfolded, completely powerless. I worked against the binds furiously, but they were too strong. I worked at picking away at the knots but they were too many, too tight, and I couldn’t see them. They were hard and tough, and I couldn’t even loosen them. My gag was beginning to become uncomfortable and my jaw ached. This was not what I was looking for. I tried to sleep, but I was too uncomfortable, the bonds and gag were to straining to ignore. I lay there for about two hours until I guess I just drifted off…

I guessed I had dreamed it at first, but the rope marks on my wrists confirmed my original suspicions. It was a really weird feeling; I had fallen asleep bound and gagged and woken untied. It was confusing and irritating. But I plotted my revenge accordingly.

I wanted to get her in the same way (because I could overpower her more easily and it would be a taste of her own medicine), but I knew she’d been waiting for me at night. She nor Lizzy made any signal to suggest that anything ever happened, we went my our normal routine of going to the beach, showering, and playing board games, etc. etc. Well I gathered my tools and waited until Aunt Cindy told us she was going to the store. Lizzy wanted to go with her. Stacy did too, but my aunt said she had to stay with me because I was too young (I was sooooo offended) to stay home alone. Well they departed, and Stacy was playing solitaire at the desk in the study (or something like that). I snuck up behind her with a roll of silver duct tape.

I grabbed the back of the chair, and pulled it backward, slamming it down. She was surprised at first, but sprung into action after realizing that it was just me. I pulled the tape loose from the roll, and went to duct tape her arms to her sides. She fought hard, but I would it around a few times. I forced her onto her belly (with a little help from the chair), and bound her wrists with the tape. I stood back to catch my breath, as Stacy slowly got up. I rushed at her and continued to wrap her torso in duct tape, rather heavily.

“Stop it, I’m not in the mood!” she screamed. I moved down and taped her ankles. I then carried her over my shoulder into her bedroom. I duct taped her knees and thighs, before HEAVILY wrapping her into a tight duct tape hog-tie (the official bondage “hogtie”), which I had seen on TV. She was complaining, so I got some of her socks from her drawer and stuffed them into her big mouth. I then applied to wide strips into an X over her lips, before layering loads of tape down to seal her lips.

“Mmmpph!” she grunted into her gag. I made some witty remark that I don’t remember, and stuffed her into her closet and awaited my Aunt and cousin’s return…

BTW, I’d like to comment that I enjoyed both Rob’s and Jackie’s stories recently, but c’mon Justin, your stories are more unrealistic every time!
 

"Why don't you kids set the table, dinner will be ready in half an hour," my aunt said. Lizzy and I reluctently set the table. I gave Lizzy my most evil eye all the time. She seemed not do notice.

During dinner my aunt seemed worried about my sister's location. I smoothed things over (or tried to) by ensuring her that Stacy had just stayed for dinner. My aunt then said she would probably just go to bed early, but if we weren't in bed by the time my uncle was home their'd be "hell to pay". Anyway, after my aunt had retired for the night, Lizzy began to playfully taunt me, poking me in the ribs.

"Stop it!" I snapped. She grinned.

"Why?"

"Because you're ugly."

"Why?"

"I don't care why,"

"Why?"

As you may have guessed, this game wasn't the most fun out there.

"Come with me," I said, and got to my feet. I left the TV area, and headed toward my sister's location.

Without asking "why" Lizzy obediently followed. I led her directly to the closet. As I told her to open it, and ran over to the dresser and grabbed my roll of duct tape.

"What...." a look of shear shock overtook Lizzy. I pouced quickly, body tackling her. She offered little-to-no resistence, and within seconds I had her bound hand and foot with the strong bands of silver. She seemed to be in some sort of shock. I pulled her up into a heavily wrapped hogtie before she started to sceam. I clamped my hand over her mouth, and grabbed a sock from my sister's laundry pile and jammed it deep into her throat.

"Mmmmmmmpph!" came a silenced scream. I tooke the duct tape and tore of two strips, and pressed them in a tight "X" before sealing it over her lips, smoothing it over with my fingers. I then tugged Stacy out of the closet, and started to tickle there feet. They both had soft soled, tender feet, and I was brutal. They sobbed and laughed into there gags, but were kept quiet, the way they should have. I moved down to my sister's thighs (I knew she was ticklish there) while remaining on Lizzy's feet. She seemed desperate, rolling wildly, her feet drawn together, rendering her helpless in a tight hogtie as they lay in a delicate, exposed position.

"Mmmmmppph!" they squealed into stifling gags. Stacy tried to beg through giggles and her gag.

"Mmmmppphh!"

"Sorry guys, but I think you look just to good with your mouths taped shut to be released yet. Maybe tommorow!" I joked. I stuffed the two of them into the closet, as they wimpered into the sticky silver tape.

I released them about five minutes later though, and we agreed to set our sites on the bigger fish, in a more collective effort: our aunt and uncle...

About Bee-bee the TAG kid's adventures: I think I was the first one here to suppose that saga was fictitious. Well, I do not think Justin is harming anyone just by writing. Everyone has some fantasy world hidden in their minds, that does not necessarily mean they would like to see that world transposed into their RL. So, Justin, I think you should continue writing if you like- just be careful not to get too unrealistic...

You mentioned that you had been tied up by the neigboorhood girl whole playing Cops and Robbers. I for one would enjoy hearing a more detailed story about the event.

Hope to see you post it.

Hugh

First off, Algis, I couldn't agree more. I have been checking this site for a while, and the stories were no where near this perverse / bad.
 
 
 

Second, I was wondering where kids got handcuffs in the 70's? I mean I remember being 10 and getting hogtied with these metal handcuffs.. (my friends and I each had one set) but they weren't inescapable, in fact I got out in 5 seconds. I Guess that counts as bondage, hmm. Anyway, if you want me to post that, I guess it wouldn't be a problem, I just never seemed it as a bondage experience because the handcuffs had those release lever thingies. Did you guys just pretend that they didn't have the release when you were cuffed? How did you deal with that?
 
 
 

Third, WHAT IS WITH ALL THE ANONYMOUS!! lol
 
 
 

~Phoenix

One day we were at her house watching telivision. Her dad was out of town on a business trip and had left Laura in charge of her two sisters. She invited me over to keep her company. We were on the couch just watching telivision, nothing important because we were kissing mainly. I then had to go use the bathroom. My stomach had been feeling bad, I think it was what I had for lunch. Anyway, I went to the bathroom down the hall far from the living room. I was in there for maybe 5 mins or so.

I walked out of the bathroom and went back to the living room. I could not find Laura anywhere. I was about to hollar her name when a hand clasped over my mouth. I mmmphed in suprise and widened my eyes. Liz came up and tackled me legs to the ground. She had ductape in her hand and started wrapping it around my ankles, knees, and upper thighs. They got me on my stomach and ductaped my hands behind my back. Meg was handgagging me untill I bit her hand pretty hard. Which was the wrong thing to do to Meg. She took off her sock and stuffed it in my mouth. She then asked Liz for the ductape. She then ductaped my mouth shut by rolling the tape completely around my head. Atleast 5 times. My face was plastered shut by the time she was done. I mmmmphed at her angrily but only a silent noise came out of the gag. They then picked me up and dragged me upstairs to Meg's room. The whole time I was mmmphing wildly and struggling trying to get Laura to hear me. 

We got to Meg's room and to my suprise Laura was bound to Meg's bed. Meg's bed has those long poles on it and Laura was bound hands over head. Her hands were ductaped above her head, legs and ankles ductaped around the pole. She was also gagged very similar to me. She looked at me and was kind of blushing I think. She mmmphed angrily at Meg & Liz with some evil eyes look. They then walked me over to the opposite bedpost. They tied me exactly how Laura had been tied. So when that's all done, we're both there mmmphing to be let go, then Liz comes up to me and says "I always did want to tie you Michael". Then she kisses me gently on my gag. I kind of liked it but Laura began mmmphing and struggling at her bonds to get out. Meg and Liz then began to tickle her underarms just a lil bit and Laura was already tearing up. She is really ticklish. 

Then they left the room and left us tied up to the bed almost all night. I don't know how long we were up there. Then Meg and Liz came back up the room, I had almost dozed off but Laura was just mmmphing away, suprisingly she didn't get tired. They let us go just enough to let us free ourselves then ran like hell out of the house. I asked my mom if I could stay at Laura's and she agreed. We weren't going to do anything and my mom knew that. She also didn't know her dad was gone. But Laura and I then started a plan to get Meg and Liz back with when they return to the house. 

Tell me what you think of the story. Kind of critique it please. Also if you could, tell me if you'd like me to post the revenge we got.

she asked " ok for how long?" 

I replied " ah I dont know til like 3:00 or something" and 

she said "good."

She told me to come over to a tree on the side of my house. I live in not that crowded of a neighborhood but still a good number of people and cars go by kind of alot. She climbed up a tree, a few branches up and told me to put my hands around this one branch and she had the cuffs ready. I said " Oh I dont know wont people like see us." 
She said " hahah No, cmon you will like it trust me" so I let her cuff my hands around the branch that extended to the top so the only way I could get out was with the key in Angela's pocket. She laughed at me and rubbed my stomach and told me not to go anywhere and she would come back after she ate lunch and then walked away to her home! She then said " thats for picking on my little brother", which I did a few days before. I thought uh oh Im not going to get out. About 15 cars went by in an hour and only a few noticed me. I was standing on my tippy toes and really couldnt move. She came back and asked me if I was going hurt her if she let me go and i told her " No". She let me out and I grabbed her and moved her into my backyard and she kissed me.....

 ON every wed & thurs I will up update my board with new topics.and I will TRY and answer questions everyday

but if I cnat get to them I WILL answer them on wed and thurs:),center>STAY COOL AND SAFE TW/AW:)

"Let's tie up my mom and dad!"

This would start a chain of tie ups (at least where my sister and I were concerened) that envolved the tying and gagging of authority figures. Many of you may agree that part of the overall enjoyment of tie-ups would be the power exchange, so naturally tying up "grown ups" or babysitters, (or Jenny's sister Alexa, hehe) would become a special kind of tie up.

Anyway, we all pounced on the idea right away. Stacy and Lizzy seemed really into it, so I assumed this wasn't just a plan to trick me into the ropes. We would wait until Sunday night. Everyone would be home for sure, and it would be the perfect time.

Sunday night rolled around. My uncle was sitting in his chair and had fallen asleap. Lizzy and Stacy moved quickly. I don't remember why, but for some reason I was getting the three of us ice cream... Sounds weird but I'm sure it had a purpose. Anyway by the time I got back, my Uncle was bound to his arm chair with white nylon rope at the arms, ankles, and around the chest. My Uncle was a big, meaty man, and didn't look pleased at all. His mouth was stuffed with some sort of plush toy of Lizzy's. I didn't know how they had gotten him tied up... Honestly I still don't. Anyway, he fought his bonds heavily as Stacy and Lizzy continued to rope around random parts of his body.

"Mmmpph!" he grunted as my aunt walked in. She looked more curious than angry. This wasn't the way that the plan went... But things didn't fall apart completely. My aunt walked over and casually removed the plush toy from my uncle's mouth.

"Untie me at once. This is unbelievable. I doze off for one...Mmmpph!" My aunt stuffed the gag back into my uncle's mouth, silencing him. He was shocked, but had no say in the matter as my aunt walked into the kitchen. She came back in with a video and a roll of black duct tape. She forced the toy deeper into his mouth before sealing his lips shut with two wide strips of tape creating a large "x" over his mouth. I was SOOO not expecting that to happen, as you may have guessed. Lizzy was in a state of utter confusion.

"I guess you won't have a say in what we watch tonight," she said, popping in "The Bridges of Madison County" (I think that was the movie, but it was definatly some chick flick that my uncle wouldn't have watched under normal circumstances). He seemed mad, but stopped gag talking after a while. That's when we made our move.

Lizzy jumped on her mom while Stacy and I took out her legs. She was unprepared, and we had her wrists duct taped in less than fifteen seconds. She struggled a little, but three on one we forced her into another chair. This one wasn't an arm chair, so we lifter her bound wrists over the back. We duct taped her ankles together before realizing we should have taped each of them to either leg of the chair... But that was a minor detail. We taped her lap to the sear of the chair, and her chest to the back of it, before gagging her with the black duct tape.

We did no tickling, just a little taunting. We then but on our movie, "Teenage Mutant Ninja Tutles 2: Secret of the Ooze"! I wish. I was overruled 2 to 1, so we watched the "Princess Bride" for like the 80th time. We released them after the movie and we were punished by being grounded for the rest of our time there, and they told our (Stacy and my) parents. Yuck! Oh well. That was my first expirience tying up a grown up, a future thrill I expiriece now in differnt ways. Soon there after I would be reunited with Jenny (actually like a month later, but while at camp I played no TUGs, so we are going to ignore that period), and she had some scores to settle from the summer herself...

I recently came across these while going through some disks and as they had no immdediate context lapped them up and begn to search for more. I came across Captivepenny's website, but I'm convinced I have read rather more on this or some other site. I have gone through the archive and found just three stories but not the original ones Amanda sent me (of which I kept only a couple of excerpts). They were definitely from dicussion pges and not from web-site. Can anyone help me find them.

By the way, I never doubted that they were genuine. Anyone inventigthem would have embroidred them more.

As a was saying in an earlier post, my real life has kept me very busy recently, and I slacked a little bit (way too much, I hear some say) on the editing of this page. For this, I apologize.
 

I agree with most of you who thought that Justin's stories are rather disturbing, to say the least. I have erased his stories, along with a couple of other ones that were not appropriate for this site. If his stories are true, I am, like most of you I'm sure, rather concerned with his safety. I certainly won't encourage this type of behavior/play by allowing this kind of story to be posted on my site.
 

I have explained my policy before, and I encourage those who don't know it to go through the archives and look at the type of stories that have been posted in the past. Also, please read the posting guidelines carefully before you submit a story­. They are at the top of the posting page. I had to draw a line somewhere, and this is where I'm drawing it. I have also erased some of the discussion concerning the recent innapropriate stories, but I have purposely left the later entries, just so that the people whose stories I have erased know why I did it. I will erase those comments at the end of this month, when I archive the page. 
 

Also, the moment I see "dog leash" again in a story, I will ban this poster from posting an entry on this site again. For ever. Clear enough? 
 

On a more positive note, I was also pleasantly surprised by some of the stories that have been posted recently. James, ThEgAmE, and others, thanks for your great contributions. Looking forward to reading more stories from you guys (and gals).

Canuck: Once again, thank you very much, sir. For everything. You are truly a gentleman, and one of the good guys.

PhoeniX: Thank you, and by the way, I've enjoyed your stories.

Hugh: You have asked, and it's on its way. The full account of that childhood game where a neighbor girl tied me up, that is. I want to write it up as best I can, and between my family and my job, I'm going a mile a minute right now. But that story is coming...

Does this mean that you're going to post soem of your activities for us?

Don't forget to check out the Updates page to find out what else is new and exciting here! 
 

I woke up at about 7:00 A.M., and decided to make breakfast for my boyfriend Adam, and his friend, Jack, who had spent the night.
It was about 10:00 when we all finally finished breakfast, and the guys wanted to go and sit in the backyard. I said that would be nice, and they said they'd meet me out there in a couple of minutes. So I went outside to wait for them. After about ten minutes, they hadn't come, so I became restless. I went inside to see where they were. As I walked in the door, someone grabbed me from behind, and covered my mouth with their hand, so I couldn't scream. Then, Jack grabbed my legs, while Adam carried my upper half. They took me to the front yard, and stood me next to the flag pole in my boyfriend's yard. Adam held me tightly, as Jack left quickly. He returned with some heavy duty chains, a padlock, and a pair of handcuffs. Then, while Adam continued to hold me, Jack wrapped my hands around the back of the pole, and tightly cuffed them. It hurt a little, but I didn't care- I kind of enjoyed it. Next, they very tightly wrapped the chains around my abdomen, pinning my arms at my sides, then my legs, and ankles. This was all very tight, and hurt more than the cuffs, but I still didn't care. Then they left for about five minutes. They returned with $200 worth of $1 bills. They started taping the bills all over my body. Once they had finally finished, they just casually walked back inside, not even looking back. Immediately after that, people started coming up and taking the money. They didn't even care that I was chained to that pole!! All they wanted was the money. They never said a word to me, just walked up, took it, and walked away. Then, at about 3:00 P.M., when the money was finally completely gone, the boys came back and set me free. There is one good thing that came from this experience, ever since then, Adam and I have really been into bondage. We both like it better when I'm the one who is the "captive." I'm hoping that these experiences will bring me more stories, and when they do, I will post again. 

That's it, I hope you liked it. Since this is my first story, I would like you to tell me what you think. Good or bad criticisms, I would like to here everyone's opinion. Thanks, bye for now.
 
 
 

I would like to state that the current closure of the Captivepenny site at Geocities has nothing to do with all those who have generously contributed to the site over the past few months. It is entirely due to a temporary misunderstanding between Penny and me. We all wish her well on her new site whenever she gets that up and running.
 

Thanks
 

I have found a site that has a woman bound and gagged and looks very similar to Stephanie MacMahon.
 
 

A word of warning: Again I don't know who asked this so I don't know how old you are. This site is for people of 18 years of age or older. It has some nudity but is not that hardcore stuff. It is just damsel in distress bondage where the captive will be topless or something.
 
 

For those interested and of legal age, the site is:
 
 

http://www.fmbondage.com/home.html

 Tommy & Susan had a father who was a bit of a perv. He was divorced and had custody of the kids. His wife had moved to Australia ( Maybe she knows Mason, lol)leaving him to take care of his kids. He never lacked for women and he went out every weekend. I must have seen him with 12 different women in just 6 months. I'll admit it, he was/is hot. 

The two kids never wanted to play tie-up games until one day when Tommy tricked me into letting him handcuff my hands behind me. He did this by first showing me that he could get out of them while cuffed behind his back. He then said to me (convincingly) that he heard on TV that women couldn't do this because they were built differently. Being a 12 year old and looking all innocent I corrected him on this point. I told him that yes - women were built differently, but not so differently that a woamn couldn't do anything that a man couldn't do. He asked me to try the cuffs then and put the key in my hand before asking me to turn around and let him cuff me. He looked so innocent and childish that I let him. After he locked them on me he grabbed the key from me and ran upstairs, leaving me cuffed in the living room.

 "Tommy, this isn't funny, get down here and take these off", I yelled upstairs. He didn't answer me and I felt so stupid that a kid could trick me like this. After about 10 minutes I went upstairs quietly to find him and found him in his fathers room on the bed looking at magazines. He was laying on his stomach and gently rubbing against the bed while looking at magazines that were all spread out. He stopped his little game when he heard me at the door. Well, it turned out that they were his fathers mags that he had found in a dresser. Now I'm still cuffed so I was extra nice to him. He looked really scared and told me where he found the cuffs and magazines and said he just wanted to see what it would be like to handcuff someone. I looked at the mags and it turned out they were all femdom in nature, so I said to him "You know, there are a lot of men all tied up. Have you ever been tied up?" He blushed and was so obviously taken aback. "No, never. I don't know anyone who'd play with me". "Well I'll play with you. Take these things off of me and I'll show you what it is like to get all tied up. Do you have anything we could use aside from these cuffs?" Tommy jumped off of the bed and went to a dresser cabinet. Inside were all sorts of toys. I never saw anything like it except in movies. "How about this stuff?" He asked as he showed me leather straps, rope, other cuffs, gags etc...". I think that I must of been slightly red at this point until I realized that this was a 12 year old who's been in places of his dad's that he shouldn't of. 

"Lets use the rope" I said as I took a few coils and led him to his room. I tied this kids hands together behind him. Had him lay down on his stomach, then tied each of his feet spread to the footboard. He wasn't going anywhere. I told him that I'll give him 30 minutes to get free and to yell for me if he hurt anywhere. I also told him that I won't come up for any reason before the 30 minutes was up unless he called me. 

He looked at me with almost loving eyes as I closed his bedroom door, knowing what he'd be doing when I got back downstairs. While I was downstairs I got to thinking that I could have a little fun with Tommy's Dad. He was an attractive man in his early 40's and now I knew a secret. 

A half an hour later I went and untied Tommy. He wanted to play again but I said not until next weekend as long as he doesn't tell his Dad about these games. Since he was afraid I would tell his father about his snooping, he agreed. He then showed me the rest of his Dads kinky collection.

 I made sure they went to bed at 11. Dear old Dad arrived at about 2 in the morning. Before he got home I devised a plan to have some fun based on Tommy's plan. I don't think this is a forum for what transpired. I'll just say that his Dad ended up bound, gagged and at my mercy. He taught me everything there is to know about femdom and b&d but like I said, I don't think Canuck wants that sort of thing here. I have an msn community site link below with all sorts of scans and photos if anyone's interested. No S&M, and mostly Love Bondage stuff. If anyone liked this story, I remember about 7 or 8 more from the same period with the two kids. 

 A is a 25 year old woman but not into any tie up games or"bondage"yet..look what she writes. hmmmm:)
A short set up to the letters.I was at my sisters house,playing with my nice and nephew,well I ended up getting tied up in one of there games,and my sister took pictures of me to send to A,she lives out of state,but not before gagging me with a scarf. I dont like my pic taken at all,and my sister said"we will tell A this is the only way we could get you to sit still for the pictures"MY sister lost the roll of film(whew) But A wanted some pics,so my freinds came over to do some "normal pictures,and this is what happened:
›››››››››››››››››››››››››››››››››››››› ?@.net () Subject:    Re: hmmmmmm i wonder how the photo's went?!!!! oooooo cant wait:) 

A? This is tracy's freind Kevin,WE me and my sister took some real good pictures of him for you.He told us all about you and those pictures bobie took of him.Tracy would be writeing this but he is kinda tied up right now. Me and my sister Karen took some real nice photos of him,but then Karen talked him into redoing those werid pictures bobbie took.Tracy is my buddy but boy he will do anything for you. I will let karen tell you the rest.

 Hey girl! This boy must love you a lot,he is sitting right here next to me and kevin,he would say hi but he is,whats that word you use?Oh yeah muffled,girl I love that word.Wish I could trick my brother like this Tracy didnt want to do this at first,but I told him,that if he did it it would show you how much he loves you and how he would do anything for you. Girl I told him how woman kind of like this,What a goofy guy.but he is nice though. but me and my bro did trick him into it. We did take some real nice pictures of him before we tricked him.It's fun,he's not really mad,but I think he wants us to let him goYour call girl you are his girlfreind,should we untie him now,or let him saty this way untill his roomate gets home,that will be in about fiften minutes,like I said your call girl. He is watching me and kevin write this letter.   I cant wait to meet you girl you sound lke fun.so what do you say,do we let him go now or wait for his roommate to come home and untie him?                   karen and kevin
   ?@.net () Date:    Wed, 25, 2001, 1:26pm (EDT-3) To:    me@.net Subject:    Hmmmmm?! let me think..........

 to tie or not to tie:) heh heh heh I think we should play it right & wait:) for roomate:) while you guys wait have few of his snacks & drinks! there on me! heheheheh make him suffer! oh btw: hello kev & karen:) nice to hear from you:) ps. send him my love
                                     A........ From:    Me@.net Date:    Wed, 25, 2001, 5:06pm To:    ?@.net () Subject:    Re: I think one more couple more beers on me:)

 Okay girl you got it Tracy stays tied up and muffled untill we finishs a coupple of beers or untill his roommate comes home,his rommie is late,what a shame. I cant wait to meet you girl,too bad we cant get togeahther and trick my brother,but he is not as navie tracy,and thanks for the beer! Wow Girl you should have seen him reading your last latter,shit girl good thing we had him gagged, Hey girln do you know whatyou are doing? He wont be mad at you will he? I thought for sure you would say untie him,glad you didnt though I think me and kev should leave when his rommie comes home and let him untie tracy just in case he is mad at us.I like you already can I e mail you sometime?? I sure hope his rommie gets home soon,before tracy runs out of beer karen.ps my bro is playing with the catsBR>. from:    ?@.net () Date:    Wed, 25, 2001, 1:50pm (EDT-3) To:    Me@.net Subject:    I think one more couple more beers on me:)

     and let him watch you guy enjoy it:) then in a little while let him come up for air:) we dont want him unconsiouse! and then untie him!! yes i can be dievas & viciouse! heh   heh heh:) trace know it to:) but he likes it:) _______________________________________                                     A.xxxxxxx From:    ?@.net () Date:    Wed, 25, 2001, 2:16pm (EDT-3) To:    Me.net Subject:    will just in case he blew some fuses!:

 you should untie the old geezer! & your welcome:) & yes you can:) it was fun talking you guys:) what i'm i doing lmao right now !!!!! jst thinking about him that possision!!! whoa how unbbeararable poor thing! wonder what he's thinking ???        it was fun whie it lasted:) be sure to let him develope those pics!             A.....
This happened in april,and just this past week,Karen talked me into something,and she WROTE to A the very next day!!If you like I can relate that story to:)

Travel back with me 30-some years to a Lithuanian neighborhood in a large city in the American Midwest. I was the middle kid in a family of three boys. I was 11, in 6th grade, can't remember what time of the year, but I remember (you'll see why) that I was wearing a sweatshirt, so I suppose fall or spring. I was always strangely drawn to tie-up scenes on TV or in the movies. Seems usually on the screen it was some damsel-in-distress, though in my daydreams often I was the one who got tied up by some girl.

To my mind, the cutest girl in the neighborhood was an 8th grader--I guess she must have been 13 or maybe 14?--long straight auburn hair, upturned nose, flashing brown eyes, lots of freckles. I sort of had a crush on her, though you know how it is, to a 6th grade boy an 8th grade girl is an older girl, mysterious and unattainable.

One day several of us neighbor kids fell to playing a game. The idea was, someone was going to get kidnaped. My older brother, 12, declared he would be a policeman. (In real life, he grew up to become a police officer.) So of course my kid brother, 8, had to be a policeman, too. Most of the other kids also "joined the force." I remember one girl wanted to be a "TV reporter" and cover the kidnaping.

This left only two of us. Me, and that cute 13 year old neighbor girl--let's call her Jean. One of us would have to be the kidnaper, and the other, the victim. I remember feeling a pang of disappointment: I knew the kids would naturally expect a boy to be the kidnaper, and a girl to be the victim. I wanted it the other way around. I wanted to get "kidnaped" by Jean.

All of a sudden Jean spoke up. "Okay, then let's say I'm gonna kidnap Al." My heart did a flipflop. Jean was going to kidnap me!

My big brother said, "Okay, let's say our garage is the police station..."

Jean interrupted. "Now I'm kidnaping Al, you guys go to the garage and count to 100...no, make it 200!" Jean made her right hand into a "gun." Suddenly I felt her forefinger poked into my back. "You get moving!"

Jean marched me along briskly. We ended up nearly two blocks away, down an alley, where Jean tested the door on a neighbor's backyard toolshed. She ordered me into the toolshed, and closed the door behind us.

I was thrilled beyond words, to be Jean's prisoner! Her wideset brown eyes looked around inside the toolshed, and lit on a couple of lengths of rope, each several feet long. "I want to make sure you don't escape."

I was almost beside myself! Jean picked up a rope. I turned my back to her, and silently put my arms behind my back. Without a word, Jean proceeded to tie my wrists together crosswise. She wrapped the rope around both ways, up and down, and sideways. She used the entire rope. She pulled it tight. I knew I wouldn't be able to get free, even if I tried.

Then Jean had me sit down on the floor, and with another rope she tied my ankles together. Again, with the entire rope, tight. This time I could see it: she finished by tying the rope into knot after knot. I had no idea how to get free! This girl had tied me simply, but very effectively.

Jean stood up and put her hands on her hips, that funny way girls have that's more like resting their wrists on their hips. She towered over me, and grinned. "There! Now you're my prisoner, and nobody's ever gonna find you!"

A bright idea struck me. Of course tie-up victims are often gagged, and I wanted Jean to gag me. So I said, "Oh yeah? They'll hear me when I yell for help!"

"No they won't! Not if you can't talk!" Now Jean spied a roll of masking tape in the toolshed. My heart was beating fit to burst as this girl who had just tied me up, now advanced toward my face with a roll of masking tape in her outstretched hands.

Jean started over my mouth, and she wrapped the tape around the back of my neck. She didn't wrap it just once, either; she wrapped that tape around and around and around my mouth and neck, tight, until everything from my chin up to right under my nostrils was covered with masking tape, several layers deep. She had me gagged, all right! I couldn't even turn my head right or left.

Now Jean sat back to admire her handiwork. I twisted and squirmed, I made stifled barking and groaning sounds, just the way a good bound-and-gagged kidnap victim is supposed to. I was having the time of my life! As for Jean, she just sat there on a box a couple of feet away, watching me. I got the impression she was pleased as punch at doing such a "nice job" on me: she was a girl who liked to do things well. I also could see she found my predicament amusing.

For many long minutes I writhed around and made noises, watching Jean watch me. I wished this could go on all day long!

At long last, Jean came over and knelt down beside me. She lifted up the front of my sweatshirt and....tickled me, you say? Close, but no cigar! Jean lifted up the front of my sweatshirt, and she dug a fingernail into the bare skin of my stomach.

This girl had long, sharp fingernails. My gag was too tight, I couldn't bend my head down to see. But I could feel what she was doing. Again and again, Jean would dig a sharp nail into my skin. I knew she must be leaving little purple crescent marks. From the feel of it, she was making some elaborate design. Jean stayed engrossed with this "art project," she kept working at it for a long time. It's good for her she had me gagged: if I could have gotten my mouth open I would have had some choice words for her! Instead I was reduced to angry muffled noises. If I squirmed against my ropes, Jean would hiss, "Hold still! You'll ruin it." So I dutifully held still, except when she poked me right in the belly button.

Finally Jean completed her masterpiece, and again she sat back to admire her work. I lay there straining against my bonds in vain, and making meaningless noises at her. By this time I was no longer sure just what our game had to do with "kidnaping," but I was still thoroughly enjoying it.

After another several minutes, Jean got up and looked out the dust-grimed window of the toolshed. She said, "I bet by now they've given up looking for us." I bet they had! Looking back years later, I would try to guess how long Jean kept me tied up and gagged in that shed. Can't really say, though I'd bet it was on the upward side of half an hour.

Now Jean found some garden shears, and she cut my ropes. Those knots were hopeless. From a tingling in my feet, I knew I'd better not stand up just yet. But I reached up with my hands toward my face, and made noises, as if pleading Jean to remove my gag.

Instead, this cute girl just looked straight into my eyes, and gave me an impish grin. She said, "Good Luck!" Then she got up and left, leaving me there in the toolshed with my mouth still taped shut.

Using my bare fingers, it took me a while to tear through the many-layered masking tape on one side of my head. Then slowly peeling the tape away.....ouch!

I lifted my shirt and inspected my stomach. It was "tattooed" with an intricate and artistic design of purple crescent shaped fingernail marks. Before long they faded, but I was deathly afraid my brothers or my mom and dad might somehow catch a glimpse and ask what happened.

I never got Jean to tie me up again. I never dared! I would almost get tongue-tied around her, because I couldn't be in her presence without being reminded of how, yes, this was the girl who had once bound and gagged me. But this incident cemented my crush on her, and for a long time after, I used to daydream about that day I got kidnaped by the cute freckled neighbor girl.

Men are so manageable. They are so eager to please. If you know what makes them tick, they are silly puddy in your hands. Boys are even worse. They can do outright desperate things to reach levels of excitement that they usually reserve for private moments. When they find someone to indulge them with their activities, they can be obsessive. 

By the next weekend I had had both son and father tied up and under control at least once each. Tommy (the son) spilled his guts to me. We had a very long talk that started on my stoop then ended in my bedroom on Thursday night. I was to babysit him and his sister again the following night. I'm sure both his Dad and he were looking forward to it.

 I loved the power. To have boys and men want to be under your control is such a trip. At 17, I was still a bit immature. Perhaps I still am. In fact I am, I admit it. I'm 24 now, just graduated college and I have to admit that I'm actually very much into bondage today. Why else would I collect so many images for my own site as well as friends. That by itself doesn't make me immature. I think that what developed into my fetish does. I know a lot of people will not like this, but I admit that having a bondage fetish is not the healthiest thing in the world sexually. I guess we can get into that some other time. I'm not saying it's evil or wrong or abnormal. Who is to say what's normal and abnormal I'm just saying it can cause additional heartache for a teen or a 12 year old like Tommy.

 As I was saying before I side-tracked, Tommy and I had started a conversation in front of my house on the stoop which ended in my bedroom that night. This adorable kid spilled his heart out telling me how he has always fantasized about getting tied-up. How he had tied up all of his sister's friends that would let him. How he even tied up his little sister a number of times just to see someone struggle in front of him. 

Tommy and I bonded that day and surprisingly the boy that I now call "that kid" is today a good friend. 

In my room after Tommy told me of one incident where he would tell girls that he was practicing escape tricks like houdini. A neighbor girl played along with him and actually left him in a very uncomfortable position in her basement. He was left hands tied behind him, mouth taped, feet tied to his wrists and blindfolded. Talk about dangerous! Never do you leave someone tied like this. He told me how he was left like this for over 2 hours and when the girls mother found him and let him go, his wrists and hands were turning purple and he was having a problem breathing from panic (and of course the duct tape that held a rag in his mouth). I didn't believe him at first. For a 14 year old girl to do this was impressive. At first I thought that Tommy was telling me this in a strange way of more fantasy than reality. But then he actually teared up. 

His face got puffy and he said "I know it hurt and I was scared, but I liked the feeling" As he said those words he looked me in the eyes as if probing for support, hoping against ridicule. I knew this adorable fragile kid was so vulnerable right then and there that I grabbed him and hugged him for at least 5 minutes. I actually teared up with him. "It's Ok, there's nothing wrong with the feelings that you have. Your not sick, and their isn't anything wrong with you." He relaxed a little. "I'm sorry I lied to you the other night when I told you I never played tie-up with anyone" he said. We grabbed for a box of tissues at the same time making us both crack a smile. Then he teared up some more. "It's not fair. Life sucks so much!" he sobbed as he grabbed me in a hug again. I stroked his hair "What do you mean?" He looked into my eyes and said "You're the only girl to ever understand me. And you're so much older (imagine, me at 17...so much older than a 12 year old). "You'll never go out with me" 

This was one of those awkward moments that were out of place. I didn't know how to respond. He was so fragile, but his line of thinking all wrong. "Listen to me", I said. You are adorable and you're going to win the hearts of many many girls as the years go by. Don't worry about that. I know sometimes it's hard to think about that, but believe me time goes by very quickly. You can meet a great girl tomorrow or in a few months." "But I won't be able to open up to them like you" He seemed sincere. So much that I thought that he really believed that. 

After calming down a little while we had a couple of cokes in the living room. We talked for about a half hour and I didn't think it possible but I felt like I fell in love with this kid. Not in a sexual way, but as a little brother. I really felt for him. I looked at the clock and knew that my parents would be coming home in about 1 and a half hours, so I grabbed him by the hand and led him back into my bedroom. "Where are we going?" he asked. Well. as your good friend who knows what you like, I want to keep you for a little while. Of course I'll have to tie you all up to make sure you don't go anywhere" I winked at him and he said "You don't have to, I'm sorry" he said...."Your what, there's no sorry here. Also, friends don't say sorry. Now...you don't have a choice. I want to have you as my prisoner. No ifs, ands or buts." I grabbed his right arm and slightly twisted it behind his back and started to lead him back to me room. At first he struggled a little so I actually used some pressure. I know boys are tough, but I thought I was going to hurt him. He just played along. We were both acting, but not acting at the same time. This was new territory in our friendship. As I got him to my bed he started to put up a harder fight. Now I'm athletic and then at 17 I was already a black belt in Aikido, so it wasn't hard to subdue him. We ended up with him face-down on my bed. Me on his back having both of his arms pinned in a serious submission hold. 

After about 30 seconds of trying to fight me I realized that he was rubbing against my bed. So I decided to punish him. "How dare you rub against my bed". I let him go and stood up. With one hand up I scolded him to stay put or I'd hurt him. Of course I really wouldn't. He knew it too. We were both in what seemed a natural dance of dominance and submission. Of acting and fun! 

I went to by closet and took out some belts. Thick ones, thin ones and scarves (if I remember I had 3). I went back to the bed and said "For your punishment you will be mercilessly tied to me bed until I feel like letting you go "His mouth was open and his eyes were as excited as the parts of him that he was rubbing against my bed. He noticed that I noticed, then tried to get up "Sorry"....."For what, getting excited?" I pushed him down and made him lay face down. Both of his wrists I tied tightly with two scarves. I used a 3 inch thick leather belt with holes all around it to secure the scarves even tighter. King Kong couldn't get free from this. "As your friend I reserve the right to tie and gag you anytime I want. But we'll have to limit ourselves to weekends." I secured both of his feet with belts to my footboard spread out as I had him in his house last weekend. "How long are you......"mmmfff I cut him off with my left hand. I used my right to hold the back of his head...effectively gagging him. "mmmmfff ummffedfff" is all he could get out. He kept trying to talk but I held tight. mmmmfedd.....It was like he was loving it more than anything. His struggles, my control....we were partners in this little game and I admit that I was enjoying it as well. With his head pinned to the bed, wrists tightly tied and stapped behind him, and with my hand over his mouth, you could say he was totally restrained and under my control. After maybe 4-5 minutes of this I decided to scold him some more. "Now I'm going to let your mouth go. If you yell out I'll make you regret it" I got up, composed myself. My clothes were all wrinkled from the wrestling. I'll be back when you had enough and beg me to come back in. You never know, I still might not let you go. As I walked out he was staring at my boots. I thought I should have taunted him with them. He did tell me he loved the way they looked but I didn't put two and two together until after I started to walk out. Before I left the room, I turned, saw him staring at my boots and said "Next time I'll keep you tied and gagged on the floor so I can hold you down with my boots "Please let me go" he wimpered. "Not a chance, you're my prisoner and I'll let you go when I feel like it".(I picked one up to show him the heel of my boot.)"Next time on the floor under my boots!"I walked out and went to the living room leaving him to struggle so hard I thought he'd break my bed. 
After about a half an hour he called me back in. He was more relaxed. Spent is a better word. I'm sure his underwear wasn't dry either. I untied him, we talked a little then I said "Just wait until tomorrow night" Little did he know that not only would I have him all tied up and begging, but his father as well. If he only knew! To be 12 again!

Then, she removed my shoes and socks (preparing to tickle, no doubt, but she claimed it would be harder to escape in bare feet). She tied each ankle tightly, suspending my feet in the air about waist high (for her) and tying them to adjacent shelves in the store. She said, "I'm going to keep cleaning. I'll be back in three minutes. If you're still tied up, you're all mine."

I struggled a bit, and discovered that, even though I wanted to see what she had in store and wouldn't think of escaping, I couldn't have anyway. She was a master knotswoman, and had me at her mercy. Three minutes came and went. Suddenly, she was leaning over me, with a big smile. She slowly stroked the inside of my forearms with her nails. I thrusted and giggled, begging her to stop. "Ticklish?" she asked. "Yes, please...tickling is the worst torture I can imagine!"

"Excellent. Thanks for telling me. Where are you most ticklish?" I darted my eyes around as if she'd never get it out of me. She said, "Never mind. We've got all night, and I've got access to every imaginable spot on your body."

She pulled my shirt up and tickled my stomach for a while, causing me to scream and laugh. Then, she said, 'we both know what's coming. You know it, I know it...there's one place everyone is ticklish, and it's time I paid a visit to those poor, tied up, helpless, bare feet of yours."

"NO! Not my feet!", I begged, hoping she'd know that meant 'go for it'. She did, and she was relentless. her sharp nails danced and dug over my soles, between my toes, and even on the tops of my feet. She laughed deviously as I squirmed and begged her to stop. "You didn't get free in three", she said. "Besides, what would you expect me to do, with you all tied up, barefoot, and soooo ticklish?"

The tickling went on for 15 minutes or so, and then she said, "I'll stop on one condition...we trade places". 
We did, and I'll pick up there next time...

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mason

A little Prelude may be required. One year ago when I was 18, during the school year (think it was fall or spring), a girl in my history class named Anastacia, a cute Russian girl, asked me out to a movie. She wanted to be called "Stacy" for short, which was fine by me. I forget which movie we saw, but I remember I liked it, and she'd seen it before. Anyway, the date was fun, but nothing happened. We exchanged phone numbers, and I tried for a second date, since she told me she likes movies and we'd "do it again sometime", she'd always put me off, say that she was "too busy" with her babysitting job (she told me she sat for a 2 and 6 year old and got paid well) or too busy with school, and the next day I'd hear that she went out with her friend. After a month, I stopped calling, and didn't see her too much after I passed that class. We'd pass each other every now and then, and we'd say "Hi", or she'd comment on my hair, but that was it. Didn't think anything of it. 

That was a more than a year back. I'm in college now and hadn't seen her in months (passed her once on the street for an split second). It was the first week of June, and I remember sitting alone in my apartment, glad my Godzilla-esque Mother was gone for the evening, clad in only my underware eating "Chef Bouyodee" out of the can (meal of the single guy who can't cook....I mean, meal of REAL MEN!) while watching some video, like I usually do when I have the place for an evening, when suddenly the phone rang. 

I figured it was my Mother, who had an uncanny knack for calling when I was comfortable and eating. Grumbling like a troll emerging from under a bridge, I grabbed the phone after about 2-4 rings. 

"Hello?" I said, and I probably didn't sound too friendly. (I just realized that I don't want to type my name, so for the remander of this tale, I'll replace my true name with "Zorro". I like being a man of mystery around here, and I don't like posting my name all over, anyway.) 

"Zorro?" a female voice asked, sounding confused or uncomfortable, with a slight Russian accent. "Is that you, right?"

 I hadn't heard her voice in a while, and didn't recognize her. "Um....yeah.....who is it?"

 "Stacy!" she replied, like we'd met yesterday. "We were in Mr. Callihan's class, remember? We--"

 "OH, YEAH, Stacy," I said, remembering. "Um...why are you calling?"

 I still remembered her putting he off, and was frankly surprised that she still had my number. I was puzzled, and in the same general grouchy mood I've been in for about 4 years. I wanted answers, and I wanted them fast; I hadn't finished eating yet.

 I heard several people laughing in the background (sounded young, like kids, but I wasn't sure) before she answered. "This is gonna sound ridiculous."

 "What, you wanna go out with me again!?" I snapped, remembering that it was SHE who asked me out, out of the blue, that day in class a year back, like she was sampling a drink or something. 

I realized that I had just snapped at her, and I was about to apologize when she said, very labored, "Um, noooo....I need your help with something..." 

More laughter in the background. Definatly kids now. I heard her mumble, "Put it closer", or words to that effect. 

"Got kids in there?" I asked, expecting her to be home. 

She chuckled. "Y-yeah. I mean, no, I'm babysitting. I.....just need you to come over...."

 She hadn't given an address yet, and I was in no mood to dress and leave. "Why!?" 

I heard more laughter, some voices from the kids, and her sigh. "These two kids have me, um, kinda.....tied up right now...."

 My eyes widened. Of course, my imagination ran away with me, and I must say, I grinned and got excited. She was a blonde, athletic type who skated and did gymnastics, so I wondered what it looked like. Yet, I've told FEW about my fetish; it's like a double life, or secret identity. I replied, "Huh!?" 

"Hurry up!" I heard a kid, definatly a boy, yell in the background. 

She chuckled nervously. "I'm....TIED-UP. These kids tied me to a chair and I think they wanna play some game with me. They asked me who to call to pay my....'ransom' [insert embarassed laughter/sigh]....and wanted a real number. I they looked in my wallet and found yours. I told them not to call, but...."

 Stacy chuckled some more, a but more hysterically now, and screamed, "AH! STOP, STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHA....STOOOOOOP!!"

 "Gah!" I yelled, 'cause it was right in my ear. "Jeez, right in my ear!!"

 She stopped laughing, and sounded out of breath. "huff....huff....l-look, can you pleeeeeease come over so they'll untie me? I let'em call you because I don't want everyone to know about this, and Luba'd tell everyone."

 Luba was her friend that I had seen 20 times and never spoken to. They always chattered away in Russian, anyway. I sighed. "Yeah, okay, where the hell is this? If it's far, I'm not--" 

She told me to get a pen and paper, and after I did, she gave me directions. They weren't great (" Go to this avenue, turn for 2 block, make a left, go up a block, etc.) but I thought I might me able to find the place. I grumbled after I wrote it. 

"Got it?" she asked. 

"Yeah, yeah," I asked. "This better not be a joke..." 

She hung up on me. Suddenly. Out of nowhere. Half of me wanted to be lazy, and stay home, but I knew I couldn't miss this, even if it was a goof. I got dressed and, holding that scrap of looseleaf paper in my hand, want about the meandering route to the "yellow and white house that you can't miss, bottom bell."

 It was 8:40- something p.m. by then, and I knew I'd miss Mother's call from Manhatten (which usually ticked her off). I thought I got the directions right, because the block I was on had a "yellow and white house" that stood out like a sore thumb. The place was a two family home with a garage and probably a basement. I nervously walked up the brick steps and pressed the bottom bell. 

Ding. I stood there for several minutes. I was about to turn and leave, figuring it was a prnak or I had the wrong place, when I heard some shuffling and the doors being opened. There was a wooden door, and, in front of it, a screen door. The wooden door opened about half way, and I saw a boy standing there, who came up to my waist, clad in an "AUSTIN 3:16" black t-shirt and blue jeans, wearing a "yankee's" cap backwards on his head, look at me. The kid looked about 10 or younger. He had brown eyes, and a gap between his teeth. 

He looked me over, and probably didn't expect to see a teenager clad in a black leather trenchcoat, a black t-shirt, blue jeans, black boots, and fingerless gloves with semi-bushy hair and a stubble standing there. "Yeah!?" the kid asked, like he was doin' something. "Is Stacy here?" I asked, looking down at the kid, arms folded. 

He smiled like a snake. "You her BOY-FRIEND? Oooooo...."

 "No, kid," I barked, not in the mood for some kid making fun of me. "She here or not?" 

I heard a TV turn off, and another young male voice scream, "Is it him!?" 

"Yeah, I think so!" the kid yelled back. 

Some shuffling. "Let'im in, dammit!" 

The kid kind of looked dissapointed. "Aw, okay...", and led me in. I passed a living room and walked with the kid down a hallway after he shut the doors. 

"How old're you, kid?" I asked. "5!?" 

He sneered, and looked back. "No, 11, jerk-face! Why you all dressed like 'Batman' or somethin'?"

I shrugged. "'cause I feel like it. Where's Stacy?"

 "Hold up, man," the kid said, sounding annoyed. "In this room right here!"

 I was pleased to find that I had annoyed HIM, and he led me towards a room that had a poster of "The Rock" and a sign that said, "John's Room". He openned the door, and there I saw her. 

Stacy was sitting in a wooden chair, probably from their kicthen, clad in a grey sweatshirt and blue sweatpants and white sneakers, all tied up, like she had said. Her hands appeared to be tied behind her chair, and several loops of white rope (probably clothesline) pinned her waist and shoulders to the the chair. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair, and I saw big, fat knots. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, as usual, and a fat white scarf was tied very tightly around her mouth. Her cheeks were red, and she appeared tired. She "Muffled" as we entered.

 Sitting on a bed behind her like a friggin' sensei, or something, was a kid who looked older than the other one. He wore a sports jersey (forget the team, but it was a basketball team), wide legged jeans, sneakers. His hair was buzz-cut (as opposed to the other's bushy brown hair), and his arms were folded. 

"Yer this 'Zorro' dude she called, right?" he said, trying to sound like a gangsta rapper and failing miserably. 

"Yeah," I replied. "How old're you?" 

"None of your business!" he said back. 

His brother tugged on my trench. "John's 13." 

John sneered. "Thanks a lot, Mikey. What's with the trenchcoat and sh!t!?"

 Stacy "muffed" at me, and looked me in the eyes concernably. She tried to wriggle loose, but to no avail. She didn't seem to try that hard, so I figure that she was either playing along or truly couldn't get free. 

"Untie her so I can leave, kid," I said, trying to sound as gruff and assertive as possible. "I don't feel like playing games tonight, and I bet she doesn't either." 

"You gotta pay ransom, first," John said, his eyes twinkling, holding his palm out. The kid gathered that he could turn this game into a quick buck, I guess. I was greedy when I was 13, too. 

"No I don't," I said, walking up to Stacy, about to kneel down to untie her. 

"Says who!?" John said, hopping off the bed and blocking me. He was taller; came up to about my neck. "Don'tcha know how this goes, man!?"

 I shrugged. "I'm older. I can beat you up." 

His brother Mikey, probably envisioning the older brother who bossed him around being pinned on the floor, smiled and said, "Oooo, John, hear that!? He's gonna beat you up!" 

In all actuality, I dislike hurting younger kids, as I was bullied once or twice as a young'un, so I wouldn't had harmed the lad, and I didn't sound too mad when I said it (it sounded very "matter-of-factly"). Most I would've done is put him in a headlock and "koogied" (or, a thing called a "Dutch Rub", when you rub your knuckles against one's head to hurt them playfully, without hurting them) him. 

John seemed to shrug. "Yeah, I guess. Ahhh....we've had our fun. Untie her if she promises not to tell our folks when they get back." 

"Kick his ass!" Mikey chimed. 

All eyes turned to Stacy, who nodded and muffled out a "MMMAY! MMMMMAY! MMMMM-MIE MEH!" 

John shrugged again, and I knelt down and started undoing her ankles. I liked how the gag looked and sounded, so I was gonna save that for last. I heard Mikey and John getting into a "Wuss!", "Shut up!" fight as they left the room and stomped off somewhere. I then undid the knot for the rops around her body, and I pulled them off. I went behind the chair, and sure enough, her wrists were bound, crossed and cinched tightly with rope, and I could see some marks from her struggles. This knot was virtually impossible to undo, so I got out my keys and used a pointy edged one to cut the rope (which took several minutes). Meanwhile, the KIDNAP-BROS. walked into the living room and turned on the TV. 

Finally, her wrists were free, and she rubbed them instnatly. I undid the knot of the scarf around her head, and found that it was wound TWICE around her head. She spat out a wad of some white fabric/cloth material and coughed a little.

 "Okay?" I asked, holding out a hand. 

She didn't take it, but got up. "Y-Yeah. Thank you." 

She explained to me how she'd gotten in that predictament. The boys were usually rowdy to begin with, and she wanted them to be quiet so she could study. They said they would if she watched John play his video game in their room for a few minutes, and when she'd entered, they pounced on her and overpowered her. She let them tie her in the chair because she thought she'd be able to get out of it, but after she felt how tight her wrists were, she yelled and tried to escape, but by then, it was too late. They'd trussed her up very quickly, and took out her wallet, as Mikey asked her who all the folks were who had numbers. John wanted to call one as a prank, and she chose me, because no one in her circle knew me, so this embarrassment could never get out. She asked me to promise not to tell anyone, and I did. However, she doesn't come to this site, so here is safe. 

I asked, "Gonna tell their folks?" 

Her answer was, "You bet I am!" as she rubbed her wrists and walked me out. "Thanks a lot, Zorro." 

"Yeah, yeah, just don't call me again saying you're tied up," I said, eager to leave all this nonsense behind me. 

I left, and she closed the doors. I walked home feeling that this was just too weird to believe. I shook my head, hoping that she learned her lesson and won't get tricked like that again, or to only babysit younger kids who can't do that so easilly. She hasn't called me since. And frankly, I don't care. 

THE END. Yeah, far fetched, but it happened, dammit! I'll remember this story for years. Dunno when I'll have another story; I only post real ones, and I'm all out now! 
Eventually, I will return. Let's keep these stories safe and non-sadistical. 

Ciao. 

I've always been kind of curious about girl's clothing, but never had the courage to actually try it until this experience. The whole ordeal started with a pleasant chat conversation. I won't write the s/n's because I want to keep her privacy an issue, so here's the convo:
Karen: What are you doing today?
Tom: I don't know..watch tv?
Karen: cool
Tom: What about you?
Karen: I might go to the store and get some underwear and pantyhose..you know, girlie stuff
Tom: really? would you mind picking me up some of that? I am in desperate need...jk
Karen: no problem, I'd be happy to! lol
Tom: lol
Karen: I have an outfit that would go perfect with the underwear and pantyhose too
Tom: you don't say? 
Karen: Yeah, you should come over and try it on
Tom: are you for real?
Karen: yes, it would be fun...it'd be fun to give a guy a make-over. C'mon tommy...
Tom: hmmm...well, I don't know
Karen: Come over this saturday around 12. My parents are going away for the weekend so i have the house to myself. this is the perfect opportunity, c'mon. 
Tom: maybe, I'll see
Karen: Great, and ask if you could maybe spend the night too
Tom: alright
Karen: hee hee, this will be so much fun

Well, that was the extent of our conversation. Don't worry, there is bondage in this story. Four days later I found myself driving to her house. My parents knew her and her parents so they were ok with me spending the night. Plus, they thought her parents would be home...Anyway, when I arrived at her house she was waiting on the porch. I thought maybe she had forgotten, but no. I wanted to do this, but really nervous about doing it too. She came out and told me to hurry inside and go to the bathroom because we had a lot to do. I could only imagine what else she had planned. So it was just a make-over...can't be that bad, right girls? That's what I thought...

I went into the bathroom and she was standing there. She pointed to the elctric shaver first, then the razor. I figured it out and started to walk away, but then she came up behind me and cuffed my hands before I knew what happened.
"What are you doing?!" I shouted.
"You're not cooperating. Now, you can either stay in those all night and have me do this," she said as she began to tickle me. (She knew I was really ticklish from being my friend and all.),"or you can be a good boy and get yourself ready. It's not that bad, ok? I won't think you're less of a guy for doing this. This is just something fun we're doing. No one has to find out about it either."
I didn't want to spend the night getting tickled to death, so I decided to just go through with it. Besided, I wanted to try it out anyway...I only acted like I didn't because I didn't want her to think I wanted to. Was that confusing? Sorry. She left the bathroom and I was alone. She gave me more instructions by yelling through the door. I used the electric shaver to cut off the long boy hairs and then used the razor to shave off the little stubbles. Then, she said to put lotion on my legs so they didn't dry out, since this was my first shave. Finally, after about half and hour give or take a few, I was done. It took longer than I thought. Then came the next suprise...seeing what outfit she had picked out. I went in the room and that is where I saw the array of things laid out. There was a plaid skirt, blue blouse, bra, panties, a wig, and tan pantyhose. She turned around so that I could put the majority of the items on. I had trouble with the bra and panythose, but after a few tries I had it all on. Then she gave me two waterballons for..you know. Then, she adjusted the wig and put on the make-up and did my nails and found shoes. I was finally all dressed up as a schoolgirl. Then it happened...
"Ok, now what?" I asked.
"Lay down for a second," she said in a soothing voice.
Now, I should have known this wasn't a good idea, but I did as she said. I laid down and heard a couple noises, but didn't pay attention to it. I was too busy feeling the sensation of the clothes. Honestly, I began to like it. After not having worn anything like that at all, feeling it for the first time was kind of cool. Anyway, about what happened...she turned me over on my stomach and straddled my back. I began to ask what was going on, but then she stuffed something in my mouth and taped it shut. I was about to reach up to my mouth to rip off the tape, but then she pined my arms and taped them together at the wrist. I was really squirming, now. Then, she taped my ankles and knees. After that, she turned my over and taped me above and below my 'breasts' and my waist as well. I couldn't move.
Then she spoke, "I knew you wouldn't have let me keep you like that for much longer, so now I have to do this. Don't worry..."
She stood up and took out her camera. Doing this just us and that was it was one thing, but doing this and taking pictures was another.
"This had been so much fun, I just want to make sure we can do it again sometime. I'm sure you'll understand."
Then the tickling began. She began at my sides and worked her way down to my feet. I don't know if it was the pantyhose, but my feet were so tickles. I squirmed and wiggled, but it was no good due to me being taped up. She ran her long nails up and down my pantyhosed feet and across, side to side. I screamed into the gag, but it was no use. She was in her own little world of control. She sad on my legs facing my feet so she could tickle them with out me wriggling away. She tickled my feet for a half hour straight and I was about to die. Finally, she ended my torment for a while and flipped on the tv in her room.
Then she spoke once more, "Don't get too comfortable. Remember, you're here all night..."

If you want me to post the events of the rest of that night, I will do so. But, if you think what I wrote was already enough, that's cool too. Just give me some feedback as to what you want. Thanks for reading.

i was very excited as we gathered materials for our game tape, scarves,and yellow rope from the garage the plan was i would be the rich son of a banker and they were evil kidnappers who were going to hold me for ransom i went upstairs and pretended to watch tv while they put on ski masks and got toy guns downstairs
 

at the time i was wearing a white t shirt and shorts and i was barefoot so i sat upstairs waiting anxiously finally mike came up behind me and tightly clamped his hand over my mouth he sadi dont move kid or ill blow your head off he shoved me on the the ground and blindfolded me with a black scarf then he said open your mouth so we can gag you i opened up and andy stuffed a rag deep in my mouth then he placed four strips of silver tape over my lips, effectively gagging me my hands were then bound tightly behind me with yellow rope i was the led down to the basement
 

once i reached the basement i was roughly placed in a chair i tried to mumble through my gag but could hardly make any noise andy and mike the bound my ankles tighly and then wrapped rope around my torso pinning me to the chair then they went upstairs leaving bound gagged and blindfolded for about an hour it really felt like i had been kidnaped then nadys mom came downstairs and untied me i was slightly embarrassed but she became part of our next game more later

Hello everyone , I've been a regular reader from this site but unfortunatly haven't posted nothing since I didn't experienced anything worth posting here , beside I can't tell stories right .

To justin , you must know by now that poeple found your stories out of place here but you also have poeple who liked them . If I can suggest something , maybe someone knows a place where Justin could post his experiences for poeple to read and let him know as well as the rest of the readers interested in keeping reading his tie-up games .

To dude01

If other poeple won't admit it no you're not the only one . I'm sure many would've love to be at your place , I for one .

That's all what I to say keep posting poeple and can't we just all get along ? ;-)

well we were all over at andys about three days later and we were very bored since i was always up for a tie up game i suggested that we kidnap andy mom andy and mike both thought it was a fine idea and andy went to ask his mom she agreed
 

let me describe andys mom first she was about 35 red hair and a little on the heavy side but attractive that day she was wearing a black tank top and white shorts with sandals our plan was that she would be a housewife and we were robbers who broke in and surprised her
 

we all put on our ski masks and got our rope and tape ready andys mom waited in the living room and we snuck up on her andy handgagged his mom and she feigned fear and surprise he orderd her on the floor and i quickly bound her wrists and ankles with yellow rope i tied them fairly tightly and she began to protest but then mike shoved a wadded hankerchief in her mouth and then tighly cleave gagged her with a black scarf we finished it off by blindfolding her with a bandana she struggled and grunted for about 15 minutes unable to loosen her gag or her bonds
 

we were all entranced to see her so helpless and i thought she looked great with that tight gag in her mouth then the phone rang she began mmmphing and we quickly brought her the phone and ungagged her it was one of her friends from work and she told her that we had tied her up her friend seemed amused and said maybe i should come over and play with you guys sometime after that we untied andys mom but her friend did come over later that week please give feedback and i will post more

We grabbed her from behind and bound her wrists tightly 
behind her back then tied another rope around her waist 
securing her wrists firmly behind her. Then we started 
binding her ankles and her knees so she could not possible 
move or get away.

Once we had finished we stood back to survey our handywork. 
Cathay was struggling something fierce and making threats 
that once she was loose we better look out. The other girls 
said we should gag and blindfold her and that would shut 
her up, so we did. We then decided to tie her hands to her 
ankles in one of the most stringent things I,ve ever seen. 
All poor cathay could now was roll around and make muffled 
sounds through the gag, plus she could not see any of her 
tormentors as she was blindfolded.( we did this using a 
pillow case then we taped it tightly around her eyes)

We decided to leave poor cathay this way for 30 minutes as 
it would be to uncomfortable for any longer period.

So we said goodbye to cathay telling her that we would be 
back in 3 hours and not ot worry that we where going to 
leave the front door open and maybe someone would discover 
her. We then went downstairs and resumed partying and 
talking getting in to all types of conversations when I 
felt the need to pee. As I came out the toilet I looked up 
at the clock and realised that it had been nearly two hours 
since we tied up poor cathay.I rushed up the stairs and 
burst into the room to see poor cathay squirming and 
moaning trying desperately to get loose. She had been 
busting to go pee when we grabbed and tied her up and she 
had been waiting for over two hours.I quickley untied her 
and she was hoping from one leg to other as I tried to 
untie her hands, but I could not get the knot undone. She 
stood there looking at me with her hands still bound 
tightly behind her back. She said you will have to help me 
sarah pull down my panties and pantyhose so I can pee 
otherwise I will wet myself. After helping her I then cut 
the last of the rope of her and said I was sorry that it 
wasnt my idea.

The girl that suggested that we tie up cathay was then set 
upon and tied up in exactly the same fashion, and I can 
assure you that no one helped her pull down her panties 
when nature called......

i really like your stories and i agree to those who tell 
you to be carefull. but as i read the last words you wrote 
i know that you're on the right way. 
i myself like being tied up too. and i didn't have the 
oppotunities that you have. 
i'm about to startup a homepage with photos of me and my 
friends and of stories of our bondage expiriences. 
i'd like to get in contact with you and maybe post your 
stories, if i'm allowed to.
so please mail to me,

janosch

My band was in its 5th practice or so, and we all practice at our drummer's house. The band members are Collin (drums, 16) Andrew (Lead Guitar, vocals, 17) Jeff (Rhythm Guitar, 16), and me, Greg, (bass, 16). Collin's 9 year old brother grabs a guitar tuner and heads up the basement stairs. (He has done that the last couple practices prior to this one). Collin and I sigh and chase after them while the other two stay back and played some stuff. We find his 9 year old brother in the upstairs hallway, he throws the tuner into the other brother's bedroom, who is 13. We go after the tuner, and we see the 13 year old brother hog-tied in his room with rope, while his 3 friends were tickling his barefeet and his stomach. The brother was gagged with duct-tape, and he was making the usual sounds. We grab the tuner and sit on the bed and ask why they tied him up. They replied that he wouldn't tell them where his gameboy or something. I said how could he answer if he was gagged? They gave me a look and asked collin if he knew where it was. He shrugged, and then they all ganged up on him. I was going to help, but i wanted to see him tied up, kinda funny. Collin is kind of small for a 16 year old, about 5'7" and 140 lbs. or so. He was skinny, but got his weight from lifting a bit, (he really not strong though). I guess he has a baby-face, at least I heard a girl say that. Anyway the friends jumped on him and rolled duct tape around his ankles and then rolled the tape around his wrists behind his back. Then they swiftly put 4 or 5 strips of tape on his mouth, and wrapped several times around his torso. I was still sitting on the bed, and they tried unsuccessfully to tape me, but that wasn't gonna happen. Im like 6'4" and 200 lbs (lifting, but still a little chubby). They gave up after 10 seconds or so and turned to Collin. They pulled off his shoes and socks, so he was barefoot, and put his hat on backwards for some reason. It must have sucked for Collin cause he had no shirt on, the tape would hurt, (and the tickling would be furious). Andrew and Jeff came up to the room, wondering why we were taking so long. They entered the room and chuckled a bit. They called me over and we had a meeting in the other room. We were gonna grab the smallest one and run with him to the basement. We rushed in, grabbed him from behind, and ran with him carrying him downstairs to the basement. He was about 5', skinny, probably popular with the girls cause they would think he was a baby or something. He was barefoot, had long shorts on, and a t-shirt. We found some jump ropes, about half a dozen, (dont ask me why they would have some) and promptly began to tie his ankles and his wrists behind his back. We wrapped jumprope around his head for a gag because there was no tape or anything. We told him we weren't going to tickle him or anything unless they start torturing collin. I went back up to check on Collin, and they were tickling the crap out of him. They used a toothbrush on his feet and an electric toothbrush on his stomach. He was laughing like crazy in his gag. Justin (the middle brother who was just hogtied) was untied now, and joining in on the fun. I went down to the basement, and told my bandmates they were torturing Collin. So we tickled this kid for about 15 minutes, he was laughing like crazy. We untied him after, and let him go. He ran upstairs and we played our instruments for about 10 minutes. We went up to see Collin, and now they were painting on his stomach with red paint, while still his brother was tickling his feet. (The 9 year old was watching TV the whole time in the room). We asked for them to let him go, they said no. We shrugged and went to get some food. They came downstairs for some too. The three of us sprinted upstairs and locked the door. We ungagged Collin and asked him where the scissors were. He told us in a drawer and we cut the tape, much to the chagrin of Collin. It must have hurt and he yelled a bit. There was paint smeared all over his stomach, and he said that was the craziest ordeal of his life. He continued practice for another hour or so and left. We did get our revenge on the 13-year old Brother 2 weeks later... Thats for later

I have never been tied up myself, but I have tied other people up. I just read other's stories, and some were quite interesting. Hoped you liked this one.

This is 100% true!

If they used the toothbrushes on your feet, then I would hope to God that they would wash them. And, if that were to ever happen to me, I would sue the parents. I mean, 1 full day? Sheesh

I felt a nylon rope go around my hand and tied it to one side and same for the other. Then,my legs were places on a wooden plank they nailed on at the top the other two table legs. I was tied spread eagle and lay there to enjoy it.I was left there and could hear giggling around me.Feeling a feather in my ear,i was very happy but i was not scared of tickle.

Frustrated, the girls told me they would make sure i was tortured.They took off my gag and poured some bland liquid which i supposed was mixed with a sleeping pill as i fell asleep soon after.

When i awoke, i found out i was dress in a g-string and a sports bra suspended from a pipe on the wall.Feeling happy and enjoying the fantsy,i relaxed my body. i was not blind folded and saw the 3 girls which i did not know and jasmine walking towards me with a LONG LONG metal chain.i always knew jasmine was very horney but never expected this.they chained me around my hand and attached it to my legs.I was so heavily bound i could not even move.

Then they took off my gag and made me call my mum to tell her i was staying over which i happily did.My position was change once in a while but was never completely free of ropes. I either had my hands or my leg tied.Since i was so heavily bound they fed me food.I was feeling numb all over and begged them to remove my ropes but then they made me suck their toes which i enjoyed a LOT and put me back in bondage.

The 3 girls i never seen went out to buy some snacks as they were going to leave me home and watch a movie which meant i will be tied up all night.I was almost so happy that i cried but the night was not over yet. Jasmine and i were left alone and she removed my gag.She started kissing me and since she was a really HOt girl i really loved it. 

They left me there until morning and by the time i had rope marks all over my body. They finally removed my chain and all the ropes but put a leash on my neck and make me crawl all over the house before they let me go.I was really happy and hoped i could do it again

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. 

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.