Anyway, I am happy to say that TTT is progressing smoothly and I hope to be able to get it up online within a couple of weeks from now, a month at the very latest.

And I'm still waiting for contributions, be they true or fictional!

I hope to add something of my own sometime in April. 

Thanks again!

Several months ago, I learned about bondage, and I fell in love with it. It took me a while to connect the two experiences, but now I see that I was born to be this way. 

George and I were both shirtless and barefoot, and clad only in our swim suits. We put on our life vests and got in the Enterprise to prepare for departure. However, before we could do so, Karen came running out of the house, and waving her arms at us. She had worn a summery dress with sandals all morning, but I immediately noted that now, she was barefoot, and wore a two piece bathing suit. Her long black hair was pulled up into a braid behind her head. 

I immediately realized that Karen had wanted to join George and I, and I got out of the boat and got Karen a life vest to wear. I was surprised, because Karen had been very skittish about the lake. While she was an excellent swimmer, at that time in her life, she had only swam in backyard pools. She even confessed to me one time that the lake made her nervous because she couldn't see the bottom. I helped her in the boat, and she sat next to George, facing me while I rowed us around. 

George--that little imp--didn't ease Karen's fears about the lake. At one point, he gestured at a half-submerged tree in the water and screamed, "Karen! Look! The lake monster!"

Karen let out a screech that echoed up and down the lake. I think, to this day, her scream can still be heard reverberating in the hills surrounding that lake. I read George the riot act (basically, I told him that if did that again, he would be swimming back home). He merely sat this with this angelic look on his face that said, "Who, me?"

We were "hailed" by my ten year old neighbor Tyler, who stood on the very tip of his dock, waving at us. He obviously had just heard Karen's impression of a foghorn, and wanted to know what kind of torture George and I were inflicting on her. When I shouted back that we were just kidding around, he invited us over. "Do you wanna play a tie up game, Doug?!" he shouted across the water. "I really enjoy playing tie up games with you. Your friends can play, too, if they want to. I've got plenty of rope!" 

I immediately started rowing over to Tyler--not necessarily because I was eager to play a tie up game, but so he would stop shouting our preference for bondage at the top of his lungs all over the lake. I never rowed faster than I did at that moment. 

Karen leaned forward and asked, "Are we gonna play a tie up game on the water?" 

"No," I told her. "It'll be on dry land." Karen immediately relaxed. I asked them if they felt like playing a game right now. George nodded eagerly, as did Karen--but I think Karen was just happy to get off the water. 

Once I secured the Enterprise at Tyler's dock, Tyler triumphantly produced a toy pistol and pointed it at us. Karen, George and I immediately put our hands up. Tyler had us strip off our life vests ("Just to make sure you don't have any hidden weapons") and then marched us--with our hands up--off the dock, through the back yard, and into his house.

When we entered the house, we found Tyler's oldest sister Marie (17) lounging on the sofa, reading a magazine and talking on the phone at the same time. Barefoot, she was clad in cut off shorts and a tank top. She stopped talking long enough to give us a cheery "Hiya, guys! I see you've been captured by Tyler the pirate, huh?" Then she went back to her breathless conversation on the phone.

Tyler the Pirate marched us upstairs, where--after a brief stop in his room to collect a bundle of rope--we were led to the attic. I recalled the attic with mixed feelings, having been tied up by Tyler and left here several months ago. It was very hot up there, but at least Karen, George and I were dressed for it. At first Tyler wanted to tie us up on the floor, but we balked at that idea. The floor was bare wood, and a little dusty; it wasn't fun for us to walk barefoot on it, let alone lie bound and gagged on it.

Tyler then switched to plan B. George, Karen and I stopped being captives for a few minutes so that we could help Tyler unroll several sleeping bags in the narrow space between the boxes. Then, we covered these sleeping bags with a heavy winter blanket that Karen found folded up in storage. Karen had the smart idea to open several windows, which helped decrease the heat slightly by creating a nice cross breeze. 

Reverting back to our roles of captives, we laid face-down on this make-shift bed, which was soft and comfortable--if a little warm. The blanket we lay on was made for a wintry night in January, not a hot and humid day in late June. Karen lay in the middle of George and I. Tyler stood over George and bound his wrists together behind his back. While he did this, Karen glanced at me with this sardonic half smile, as if to say, "Here we go again!"

Once George's hands were securely tied, Tyler stood over Karen and bound her wrists together. I stole a glance at Karen and saw that she was loving every minute of it. She raised her head off the blanket and closed her eyes as she let out little grunts every time Tyler tugged a knot taunt.

Then it was my turn. Tyler stood over me and bound my wrists together behind my back. He certainly used enough of rope; once he was finished, I couldn't move my wrists apart for anything. Tyler then moved down to my bare feet and bound them together at the ankles. When I was securely bound, he went back to Karen and tied her ankles together. Then he bound George's ankles.

When we were all securely bound hand and foot, Tyler stood up, muttered "Be right back" then dashed out of the attic, his bare feet silent on the wood floors. 

Karen grunted as she tested her bonds. She turned to me and said, "I meant to ask you if this kid could tie a knot. But now I don't have to ask. I know."

"Once he leaves, we could always roll over and untie each other," George suggested. 

"Assuming he leaves us alone," I said. Both Karen and George looked grim when I told them that Tyler had a habit of hanging around after tying up a captive. Karen was about to suggest another course of action when I heard the attic steps creak under the weight of footsteps. I quickly hushed her by whispering, "He's back." 

Tyler returned with plenty of cloth strips, so many in fact that it looked as if he tore up a bed sheet. He stuck a wad of cloth into George's mouth, then wrapped a strip of cloth around his head to hold it in place. Tyler took another strip of cloth and blindfolded George with it--something that made both Karen and I go "uh, oh" in a good natured fashion.

Karen was next to get the gagged and blindfolded treatment. In her best helpless damsel impersonation, Karen shook her head and let out a muffled grunt of frustration under her gag as Tyler blindfolded her. It was my turn. Tyler stuffed a wad of cloth into my mouth. It hung halfway out of my mouth, which allowed me to get a hold of it by biting down on it with my teeth. Tyler wrapped another strip of cloth around my head to hold in the bit in my mouth. Then he blindfolded me, as well. 

I lay there with my face against the blanket for a while, breathing in sharply through my nose. The blindfold was made of dark material, and it covered my eyes completely, so I couldn't see a thing. But I could hear and feel Tyler moving around on our make shift bed. My interest perked up when I heard George groaning through his gag. Then he stopped, and I heard Karen let out a series of muffled grunts through her gag as I felt a bare foot, possibly Tyler's, brush up against my leg. 

I wondered what the hell was going on, until I felt Tyler grab my bound wrists and wrap another length of rope around them in a vertical fashion. My fear that I was being hog-tied was confirmed when Tyler grabbed my bound feet and pulled them up so that I lay with my legs bent up at the knees. When he tied my wrists to my ankles, I inadvertently joined the muffled chorus by letting out a few grunts through my gag.

As if it wasn't bad enough being blindfolded, but now we were hog-tied to boot. There was absolutely no hope of us escaping. I lay there with my face against the blanket, wishing that I could at least see Karen, who was trussed up right next to me in nothing but a skimpy two piece bathing suit. Talk about your frustrations!

The summer heat was building up inside the attic. Despite the fact that I was clad only in a swim suit, I still sweated profusely. At least the blindfold kept the sweat out of my eyes. 

Every now and then, I would feel Tyler give my bonds a little tug, as if to make sure they were secure. But if we had any doubts that Tyler was still in the room with us, they were crushed when we heard Marie call his name, and he loudly answered in disgust: "What? "

Marie said something I could not hear, but it made Tyler very angry. "No, I'm busy now!" he replied with growing anger. When Marie spoke again, Tyler let out a curse and stormed out of the attic. We were finally left alone by our youthful captor, but there was very little we could do, anyway. He saw to that quite efficiently. Still, I tested my bonds, but found them to be very secure. And even if I could somehow lean over in an attempt to untie Karen's bonds, I still couldn't see where she was. 

After a few more minutes, I was startled when I heard Marie plainly say, "Oh, for crying out loud...."

I felt her step onto the make shift bed and knelt down beside me. She quickly untied my hands from the hog-tie, then freed my wrists from their bonds. I rolled over and pulled my blindfold and gag down around my neck in one motion. 

"Help me untie them," Marie told me. She went over to untie George while I untied Karen. Like me, both Karen and George were covered in sweat. Once we were completely untied, we went downstairs, where it was much cooler. Marie promptly chided us for going up to the attic on a day where it had to be at least a hundred degrees up there. "Just because the three of you are barely dressed doesn't mean you won't still drop dead of heat stroke!"

We sheepishly nodded our heads in agreement. Then we stayed for lunch, which was cold cut sandwiches served out on the back patio. Tyler had been sent to the store to get a loaf of bread. When he returned, he wasn't too thrilled to be eating lunch with his captives, but there was little he could do about it. After lunch, we tried to help clear off the table, but Marie wouldn't hear of it. "You guys are our guests."

We all hung out in the kitchen, while Marie washed up. Marie glanced over her shoulder at Tyler and asked, "You want to set the tent up for your hostages?" When Tyler happily nodded, she added, "Ok. I'll help you once I'm done here." 

While his eldest sister resumed her cleaning duties, Tyler quietly came over to us with a bundle of rope in one hand and a toy pistol in the other. Karen and I exchanged a knowing look--apparently the little creep wasn't even going to wait for the tent to be erected. 

Tyler pointed the gun at us and gestured for us to turn around. And so we did. Karen, George and I turned with our backs facing Tyler. He bound my wrists together behind my back with a length of the rope, then he tied Karen's and George's in the same manner. When our hands were securely tied behind our backs, Tyler had us sit down right on the linoleum floor, where he bound our ankles together. 

It was a very odd scene. You see, I sat bound hand and foot on the kitchen floor, as Tyler bound Karen's ankles right next to me. I glanced at George, who was struggling with his bonds, and then I looked over at Marie, who was humming to herself while she finished cleaning up at the sink. When Marie finally turned around and saw us, Tyler had just finished binding Karen's ankles. "I thought you were gonna tie them in the tent," she said.

"I am," Tyler replied with complete seriousness. "But I don't want them to escape while we're setting it up." "Oh, ok," Marie said, as she escorted her brother outside. 

I sat with my back up against the kitchen counter, while Karen and George sat facing me. We weren't gagged, which allowed Karen to whisper, "Come here, George."

I watched as Karen and George wiggled and squirmed until they sat back to back. The Karen glanced over her bare shoulder and proceeded to pick at the knot that bound George's wrists. It wasn't long before she pulled it loose enough that I could see twin strands of rope hanging from George's wrists.

Then the phone rang. 

Karen, George and I all stared at each other in shock--then we burst into laughter as the phone continued to ring right above us on the wall, while we were perfectly unable to answer it. 

Marie ran into the kitchen, looking like a marathon sprinter, as she answered the phone. It turned out to be my mother. Whenever I went rowing on the lake, my mom expected me to call her should I stop off at a neighbor's house, like I did today. But I completely forgot to call her, and she was no doubt going nuts wondering where we were. 

"Oh, yeah, Doug is here," Marie said, as she gave me a sheepish smile. 

Marie knelt down on the floor and held the phone to my ear. I spoke to my mother while I sat bound hand and foot. I apologized for not calling her. Then I nearly burst into a giggling fit when my mom asked, "So, what are you doing now?"

"Oh, nothing," I said as casually as I could muster. I could recall staring at my bound ankles as I spoke these words. "Just hanging out." I frowned at Karen and George when they broke up into laughter. I promised my mom that we would be back in time for dinner, then Marie hung up for me.

Outside, Tyler started howling for Marie to come help him. Marie, who really looked as if she'd rather be doing something else right now, went outside to aid Tyler in pitching the tent. 

As soon as Marie was gone, George pulled his hands free from behind his back. He bent over to untie his ankles when Karen started whispering: "No, no, no...me, me, me."

George left his feet tied and turned around to untie Karen's wrists. Once Karen's hands were free, she crawled over to me, dragging her bound feet, and untied my wrists. When my hands were freed, I bent over and untied my ankles while Karen did the same. George was already completely free at this point, and while we finished untying ourselves, he slowly peered over the kitchen counter like a commando scoping for the enemy. "They're still building the tent," George informed us. 

Once Karen was completely free, she crouched down behind George. "We can't get to the boat without them seeing us."

I grabbed Tyler's toy pistol, which he left on the counter. "You're forgetting something," I told them. "We escaped. And we got Tyler's weapon. That means Tyler is now our prisoner."

Karen and George both lit up when I said that. The three of us marched outside, where I pointed the toy pistol at a wide-eyed Tyler and said, "You're now our prisoner."

However, Tyler would not hear of it. He threw a pretty savage temper tantrum, which aroused Marie's ire, and then things got really ugly. Suffice to say, Karen, George and I made a hasty retreat to the Enterprise while Marie engaged in a screaming match with her tyrannical sibling.

When we arrived at my home port, my cousin Donna ran up to us just as George and I were helping Karen out of the boat. Last summer, Donna and I had a little tie-up adventure with Tyler and his sisters, and when she heard that we had spent a good portion of the afternoon there, Donna was eager to hear the details. 

"So what happened?" Donna eagerly asked Karen. "Did you meet Tyler?" 

"No, he wasn't there," Karen replied. "We just had lunch with Marie, that's all."

"Oh, yeah, right," Donna said. She pointed at my red wrists, and added, "Those are rope burns, so I know you were tied up."

But the three of us quickly closed ranks and insisted that no tie up game occurred, which drove poor Donna nuts. We finally gave in--much later--and told her everything. Despite the ugly way the game ended, I still had a great time, and hoped we could actually play a proper tie up game at Tyler's house. My wish would come true later that week. That'll be next time. Thanks for reading. 

I too like stories of two people tied together. and well I have been subject to them on several occasions. I'd love to hear more. I have one more story I have not posted yet concerning me and my boyfriend getting tied together. 

That goes for anyone else too if they have stories of people tied back to back, or face to face - whatever 

Thanks Guys 

I wish we had had THAT on our syllabus when I was at school....

Kenny arrived around 8.15, He asked what we were going to do, now lets describe him he was about 4.8 tall kinda thin, wearing black shorts, and a black t-shirt and sandles.(whenever I asked a firend ove and told them to wear shorts, t-shirt and sandles they knew what was coming when they got here. Anyways Kenny just gave me a look and said again, so what are we going to do. I just replied "I'm gonna tie you up and you are going to try and escape" He just rolled his eyes and said yeah why not and we went into the garage. His eyes almost jumped out of his head when he saw the amount of rope I had sitting there and asked where I wanted him. I told him I wanted him to lie on his stomach on the matteress. He did so and put his hands behind his back, I took 1 canvas strap and started bind his wrists in a X fashion, round one had then around the other then through the middle, next I started on his ankles(removing his sandles leaving his feet bare)I've always love to tie the feet crossed but on this oacasion I left them side by side, I grabbed another strap and wrapped around his feet until the whole strap was binding him. I did the straps tight enough to hold him yet still be loose. Next I grabbed a rope about 2 meters long and tied his calf mussles (or half way between his knee's and ankles) I wrapped around and around then sinched it off, next I tied his knee with a piece of rope around 3 meteres long and tied it off, by now he was talking away quite happerly and we were chatting about girls and he admitted that if I had of stopped there he still could not have got free, cause I must admit I had seen Kenny tied up by his older sister(another story) and it was some real fancy rope work and he still go out, he managed to escape from a full rope bondage tie, even his hands were wrapped in ductape, I mean there was no movement all he could do was roll around from side to side and the ropes were TIGHT, anways back to my story, I took a strap and tied his elbows, I was wrapped when they touched and he said he was ok like that, next came the hogtie strap, I grabbed another strap and wrapped between his ankles and around his wrists and pulled for everything I was worth, When I tied it off his fingers were touching each other behind his ankles. (He was really flexible) I asked if he was alright like that and he said he felt great, I asked how long her said he could stay like that and he repiled "Don't know maybe till 2pm) it was by now 8.30 Next I took some tape and taped his fingers to his ankles and then wrapped the tape all over the top of his rope. Next I grabbed one strip of cloth and wrapped it around his eyes making for a neat and tidy white blindfold. I did not gag his as I like to talk while he was trying to escape. Next I grabbed and roll of Eletrical tape and taped his two big toes together. I sat back and told him to do his best, then made a beat that he could not escape by lunch time if he did he would get to use my push bike for 2 weeks and $30, if not I could to him what I like(anything that I wanted) for two hours. He laughed and said make it 11am. So I told him I agree and it was set, he began his struggle. He was quite fit and gave hall he had rolling from one side to the other but he could not even get his fingers free.He was strugling and rolling and by 10.45 he still did not have his fingers free infact he was still the same way I tied him he had not moved anything. 11am soon came and I told him it was my turn to do what ever I wanted, now I was quite a crafty person and I love guys feet and tickling, and Toe Sucking (don't get me wrong I'm not gay I like to suck toes guys or girls) I told him to sit there and don't move. I ran to the fridge and got the I cube tray and ran back, I positioned myself at his feet and broke out an Ice cube and started running it over the soles of his feet, he instantly started beggin me to stop, I stopped and told him on one condition,(note:Kenny and I had no secrets he thought he was gay even from that age) I told him that I would stop if he could withstand 10 minutes torture other than tickling. No I can't say what that torture was but he failed (infact he failed at the first denial beggin me to let him finish) So I went back to his toes and started running the ice over again and again, after that I thought it was time to suck some toes, I started sucking and licking his soles he was cryin in tears of tickle torture, he had really soft smelly soles, but they were so soft and extra extra sensetive. I then grabbed my olf felt tip pen that no longer worked and started drawing all over his the soles of his feet. it was coming up 12pm so I figured I better stop. i told him he still owed me another hour and I would cash that in after lunch. It took me about another hour to get him untied and we sat down to a great lunch, after lunch I told him a X tie on the bed would be next and I prepaired him saying that the Video camera was coming out, but thats another story

The weekend passed by agonisingly slowly and Monday finally arrived. Beth was still a little upset at letting through four goals in her soccer final, but she still received a consolation prize of a small trophy for being runners up. 

I woke at about 9:30 that morning and this time, there was some cereal left for me for breakfast. So I had my bowl of cereal and hit the shower. I heard Jodie get up as I finished my shower, and she must’ve still been a little groggy, because she walked right in on me as I was drying off! 

She looked up at me and jumped, as I tried to hide myself behind my towel. She gave out a small scream, and apologised profusely as she quickly walked out and closed the door. 

I finished drying off, and found Beth sitting in the kitchen eating away at her cereal. She glanced up at me and apologised again. Mum, who was busy washing the dishes from last night, asked me what Beth was apologising for. I told her about the little incident, mum just gave a little nod of the head, and returned to the dishes.

I walked into the lounge, and found Bert Newton talking to me as I turned on the TV. I got bored of him after only five minutes, and I had a little game of Doom on the computer. Beth walked in just as I got started and saw what I was playing.

“Don’t you ever, ever play that game again while we’re playing our game.” Beth said, trying to remind me of what happened on Wednesday. (see my prev post dated Feb 11 for details). 

“Hey, that was an accident alright, an accident,” I said, trying to keep my focus on the game. 

“Alright, anyway, hurry up and get ready, it’s almost time to go.”

I looked my watch and it was almost 10:30. I quickly exited the game I was playing and shut down the computer. I got changed into a pair of jeans and T-shirt (as usual) and white socks and sneakers. Jodie wore a pink singlet top, flared jeans, white socks and runners. We were going down to the shopping centre before we went to Jodie’s. 

Beth bought a singlet top similar to the one she was wearing, only this one was bright blue, and mum bought an electric kettle, but that was about it. Most of the time, we just spent browsing. I just tagged along, finding nothing of interest to me. We had lunch at the food court, and it was almost 1:00 when we left. 

We arrived at Jodie’s about half an hour later. I told mum that we would call her to tell her when she should pick us up. She agreed and drove off.

Jodie met us at the door, and we exchanged greetings and went inside. We took our shoes off, and settled into the lounge area. Jodie showed Beth some of the photos that were in the lounge, while I stayed on the couch. They had a bit of a giggle at some of the pictures, I don’t know why though, I’d seen them all before and I didn’t find any that were amusing, must be a girl thing!

Jodie had on a tank top and tracksuit pants. She was barefoot. Jodie then showed Beth around parts of the house she hadn’t seen yet, and we all ended up back on the couch about five minutes later.

I enquired as to the whereabouts of Mark, to which Jodie replied that he was out seeing a movie with friends and probably wouldn’t be back until about three, so we had about another hour and a half before he got back.

I brought up the subject of last Wednesday, and the game that Beth and I had played. It was probably wasn’t such a good idea because Beth immediately had a go at Jodie for suggesting the game in the first place. This triggered a sort of catfight between the two, nothing serious though, just a bit of harmless fun. 

Things settled down soon after, and Jodie broke out the Monopoly set, after Beth politely declined to play a card game. We modified the rules a bit so the game would go a lot quicker. You could build on any property, even if you don’t own the set and rent was double. As it turned out, the modified rules worked to my favour. I managed to get hotels built on Angels Islington and Pentonville, and Jodie and Beth kept landing on it, and had to pay double rent. Beth was the first to bow out, while Jodie lasted a little longer through skilled selling of buildings and mortgages, but by the time she went bust, every property that I owned had at least 4 houses on it. 

It was just past 2:30 when we finished the game. We packed it all up, and we found ourselves in exactly the same spot as we were an hour ago, in the lounge room sitting on the sofa. 

Jodie brought up the game that she and I were playing when Beth walked in on us. I told her that I’d rather choose to forget that day, to which she replied, “At least it was fun for one of us.”

Anyway, she suggested the idea that we should do the same thing to Mark, seeing as he was the only one who wasn’t there on the day. I was a little reserved about it, but Beth seemed a little more open to the idea, and begged me to play along.

I was still unsure, but when Jodie joined the chorus in asking me to play, I finally agreed. Both sort of jumped for joy as I agreed, and Jodie hastily ran to her room to grab the materials.

Beth appeared impatient as we waited for Jodie to come down. She was shaking her arms, and walking about until Jodie finally came running down the stairs with her backpack.

“So, how do you want to do this?” Beth asked.

Jodie thought for a moment. “How about I tie you two together under the stairs first (there was a little room underneath the stairs where they kept all their old clothes and toys), and then I’ll tie myself in the basement. Sound okay?”

Beth and I both agreed. So we immediately began to get to work. The room under the stairs was a little small, but there was enough room for the two of us to fit in, and still be comfortable. Beth volunteered to be tied first and Jodie happily obliged.

Beth swung around and placed her hands behind her back. Jodie tied them using the figure 8 method. Beth had about 6 layers of rope on her wrists before Jodie cinched them. She asked me to turn around, and I complied. I could feel that Jodie was tying my hands in a similar fashion to Beth’s. Beth and I both stood side by side with our hands tied behind out backs. Jodie stepped back a bit.

“Now what?” I asked.

“OK, this is going to be a little difficult. Beth, you’re probably going to have to go inside first, since you’re the smallest. But I’m going to have to tie your ankles before you go in, so you’ll sort of have to hobble your way in and sit down.” 

“No problem, I should be fine.” Beth said.

Beth sat down and leaned against the wall, and placed her legs close together. Jodie didn’t ask her to cross them; otherwise it would make it too difficult for her to hop. A rope was looped around and around her ankles before being knotted at the front.

Now come the really difficult bit. Jodie helped Beth up to a standing position, and Beth slowly hopped her way under the stairs. Once inside, the stairs were too low for her to hop, so Jodie helped her down again into a sitting position. Beth complained of a carpet rash on her bum as she was being slid along the carpet under the stairs.

Jodie told me to sit down inside and lean on Beth’s back. I managed to get in okay, but I had a little trouble trying to sit down with my hands tied behind my back, Jodie helped me sit down, and went for my ankles, She tied them in the same way as she had tied Jodie’s. 

Jodie pulled a couple of long ropes from her bag, and began tying them together, making one very long rope. I figured that it was for our arms, seeing as it was the only part of our body that hadn’t been tied. 

And my prediction proved to be correct. She managed to squeeze in under the stairs and tie the rope around my arms first, then below Beth’s breasts and so on, until there wasn’t any rope left. Jodie and I were now tied back to back, with our hands and ankles tied. There was only one thing left now, the gags.

Jodie rummaged through her backpack, and pulled out the roll of black tape and a few bandanas. 

“OK people, which do you prefer?” she said, holding them in her hand. 

Beth asked for the bandana, so I followed suit. Jodie put the tape back into the bag, and came at us with one bandana in each hand. She gagged me first, tying the bandana in my mouth, between my teeth and knotting it behind my head. She did the same to Beth. 

“OK, I think that’s it. Is there anything that I’ve left out?” Jodie asked.

I shook my head. “OK then, well Mark’ll be back soon, so I’d better hurry up. This is going to be fun!” she said, as she gave us a little wave and closed the door.

Beth seemed to be as excited as I was when I first got tied up. She was half struggling at the ropes, but was giggling under the gag at the same time. I just sat there, and after a while I started to get tired. At one point, I was half asleep when I tipped my head back and banged Beth on the back of her head. She let out a scream and pinched my fingers.

This started a chain reaction, as we exchanged pinches back and forth, before she told me to stop through her gag. I could hear her pretty clearly, so the gag wasn’t that effective.

I tried to talk through my gag as well, and also found the gag to be slightly ineffective. Beth and I tried to have a conversation, and it was a bit of fun trying to figure out what the other person was saying. 

Soon after, we heard the front door of the house open. Our conversation stopped instantly, and we listened tentatively for footsteps. Soon enough, we heard Mark’s voice calling out for Jodie. But then, the bombshell. I heard two sets of footsteps, not just one. I think Beth heard this too, because I could feel her fingers beginning to shake. 

Initially, I thought that Mark had brought over a friend or something, but this idea was quickly thrown out the window, when I saw the door open, and Jodie appeared in the doorway, next to Mark.

Mark had a wide eye look, and Jodie looked at us and said, “See, I told you they were very gullible.”

“Whoa, that gag doesn’t seem to be working very well for you there Beth. Let’s see what we can do about that.” Jodie said.

She grabbed the black tape from her bag, and squeezed in beside Beth. She took off the bandana gag, and replaced it with several strips of the black tape, but not before some resistance from Beth. She squeezed out and leant beside me. 

“I think we’d better replace your gag as well, James.” Jodie said.

She took off the bandana, and three strips of black tape was smoothed over my mouth. 

“I’ll leave you two to it, see if you can try and get loose. I doubt you will though,” Jodie laughed as she shut the door behind her. Beth immediately began to put in a genuine struggle to get loose. She moved from side to side, backwards and forwards, up and down but didn’t get anywhere, and was breathing heavily after a few minutes. She was also breaking into a sweat, and I could feel her arms beginning to heat up. 

After a few moments, I could feel Beth begin to rub her head against her shoulder. I thought she had an itch or something, but as it turned out, she was trying to get the gag off.

“Urgh, finally” she stammered out, after she managed to work the gag off.

I turned my head slightly, and tried to ask her how she got the gag off, but I only managed to produce a mumble. 

“Hey James, the rope around us has loosened a little. Try wriggling under it.” she whispered.

I could understand why she needed me to do it, because the rope was tied below her breasts and there was no way she could squeeze the rope over them. 

I let out an affirmative mumble, and began wriggling around like Beth had done. Up and down, left and right, forward and backwards I went, and finally I managed to slip my body underneath the rope and free Beth and myself from the back to back tie.

“Good work, James.” she praised me. “Ok, now let’s try to free up our hands. Try to find the knot near my hands and loosen it.”

I shuffled myself into a sideways position, so that I could just see her hands when I turned my head, and at the same time, my hands could reach hers. I turned my head as far as allowed, and saw that the knot was near her right wrist. I managed to get my hands to the knot and started picking at it. The knot was pretty tight, and it took a fair while to undo. My neck began to get sore after a while, but persistence and intense concentration won through, and the know was undone.

Beth removed the rope from her wrists and let out a quiet celebratory hooray. But the celebration was short lived, when we heard footsteps heading in our direction. 

“Oh, shit. Someone’s coming.,” she said, trying frantically to get the arm-tie rope back into place. “Oh no, too late” She quickly slapped the tape back over her mouth and shuffled the rope to her side, hiding it using her body. She quickly positioned herself on my back, and put her hands behind her back.

The door opened, and it was Mark. What a relief, I thought. If it’d been Jodie, she certainly would have noticed that the arm rope was missing, but Mark didn’t notice anything suspicious. He just took a quick peek inside and shouted “Yep, they’re still in here.” and closed the door.

“Whew, that was close.” Beth said, after she removed her gag again. She untied her ankles, and did a bit of stretching, even though there was limited space in the small room. 

She looked over at me and said, “You know, half of me is telling me to leave you tied up after what you did to me on Wednesday.”

I frantically shook my head, and let out a ‘Don’t you dare’ through the gag. 

“Don’t worry, I’m just messing with you. I’m not a cruel bastard like yourself, leaving me tied up for an hour and a half, while you were playing games!” she said.

She untied my hands, and I peeled off the gag as she untied my ankles. 

“OK, now what?” I asked her.

“What do you think?” she said sarcastically. “We hit back, revenge if you like.”

“Oh, but how exactly.” 

“Well, Mark’s just checked up on us, so he won’t be back for a while. So we try to surprise them.”

“I don’t think that’ll work. Jodie’s heaps stronger than you or me, and Mark’s pretty strong as well.”

“Then we’ll just have to hope that they won’t be together,” 

With that, Beth slowly opened the door, taking a quick peek on both sides of it, and found nothing there. She crept out, and tiptoed into the lounge, hiding behind the wall. She motioned me to follow her, and I did.

We looked around the kitchen and found no one around. As we got closer to the study, we heard some faint music playing. Beth told me to stay in the kitchen while she took a peek in the study.

She tiptoed out of the kitchen, and ten seconds later, she tiptoed back in. She whispered in my ear that Mark was in there playing on the computer.

That meant that Jodie was probably upstairs somewhere, and more importantly to us, by herself. Beth suggested that we go after Jodie first and leave Mark alone till later, seeing that his mind was solely focussed on the computer. I agreed and we tiptoed up the stairs, making sure we kept the creaks to a minimum.

We stood close together and Beth took the lead. She stuck her head into Jodie’s room, and quickly pulled her head out. 

“She’s in there,” she whispered.

“What’s she doing?” I whispered back.

“I think she’s reading a magazine or something.”

I took a quick peek inside the room and saw Jodie on the bed, lying down on her stomach, reading some sort of magazine. “So what do you want to do?”

Beth thought for a moment. “Just rush in there, and grab her.”

I nodded. Beth did a countdown with her fingers. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. Beth ran into her room and charged at Jodie. I followed suit, and ran straight at her.

Jodie was certainly surprised by this, as she looked up quickly and fell off the bed as she tried to avoid us. 

I rushed up to her as she lay on the floor, and encircled her arms and body in a bear hug. She struggled only for a bit, and almost broke free before Beth arrived to help.

“OK, come on Jodie, you’re outnumbered two to one, just give up.” Beth said.

“Oh, but all I have to do is call out to Mark, and then you’re both screwed. But, you did get me fair and square, so I’ll be nice and play fair.” Jodie replied.

She did have a point, if she did call out for Mark, they certainly would’ve overpowered us, and we’d have ended up back where we started, tied up and gagged under the stairs. But, she was a good sport, and refrained from calling her little brother for backup.

Beth looked around the room and asked, “Where’s the backpack?” 

“You mean the one with all the ropes and stuff? I left it in the lounge.” Jodie replied.

“Oh, I’ll go get it.” Beth said. She looked at me, “Watch her carefully James.”

I nodded, and tightened the bear hug on Jodie. I was a little surprised as to Jodie’s lack of resistance when we caught her, and I soon found out the reason. She wanted to split us up, so she could take us down, one at a time. 

No sooner had Beth left the room, and I tightened the bear hug, did Jodie make her escape attempt. She back heeled me in the shin with her foot, and I lost the grip I had on Jodie’s body. I fell down in pain, and Jodie took this opportunity to jump on top of me. She pinned me down and twisted my left arm behind my back. I begged her to let go of my arm. She made me promise not to struggle, and for me to stay lying down on the floor. I hesitated a little, and she twisted my arm slightly and I quickly agreed.

“Good, now stay there and don’t move.” Jodie ordered.

I did as she said, and she got off me. I probably had a small chance to escape her, but I decided against it, fearing the consequences if I didn’t succeed. Jodie moved over to her wardrobe, where she pulled out the backpack that was supposed to be downstairs in the lounge room. 

At this point, we heard footsteps coming back up the stairs. Jodie panicked, and quickly grabbed a stash of rope, and forced my hands behind my back. She didn’t have much time, so she just wrapped all the rope she had around my hands, hoping that they would tangle up, and prevent my escape.

Beth came walking back into the room and began to say that she couldn’t find the bag, but stopped mid-sentence when she saw me on the floor. Jodie immediately got up, and ran towards Beth. Beth took some good evasive action, and managed to squeeze between door and the oncoming Jodie. 

Beth rushed towards me, and pulled at the rope that bound my hands, but didn’t get much done before Jodie pounced and, in between a few wayward kicks and slaps, managed to pin Beth to the ground. She did the same arm-twisting thing to her, and Beth squealed. 

I pulled hard at the ropes and managed to free myself. Jodie wasn’t expecting this and I got up and grabbed Jodie by the arms and she toppled on top of me. Beth was freed, and immediately came to my assistance. She grabbed Jodie’s flailing arms, while I got out from underneath her.

“OK, that’s enough, you little bitch. No more tricks this time. James, get the rope.” Beth instructed. Jodie was about to scream, but Beth picked this up and put her left hand over her mouth, stifling any attempt Jodie tried to make at screaming. 

I fetched the ropes that Jodie used to tie my hands, and quickly bound Jodie’s hands in front of her. She made this task very difficult by swinging her free arm back and forth, but I eventually, managed to secure her hands tightly. 

Once her hands were tied, Jodie literally gave up the struggle, and just lay there, breathing heavily, obviously tired from her struggling. I searched through the bag and found the black tape and cut off a three strips. Beth slowly removed her hand from Jodie’s mouth, and I quickly replaced it with a strip of tape. Jodie managed a small but short scream, but I doubt that Mark heard it from downstairs. I smoothed on the other two pieces of tape and her screams were now nothing more than small muffled whispers.

The rest of it was easy, I tied her ankles and knees together while Beth held her down. Jodie’s hands were untied, and then retied behind her. The finishing touch was added when a rope was tied around her body and arms below her breasts.

Satisfied that she was secure, and wasn’t going to go anywhere, we lifted her up and set her down inside her closet and closed the door. Jodie emitted a few screams through her gag, as we walked out the room.

OK, one down, one to go.

We tiptoed downstairs, and were about ready to pounce on Mark, when we heard movement downstairs. We hid in the lounge room and I stuck my head around the corner. I caught a glimpse of Mark as he walked out the front door.

“Where’s he going?” I asked Beth.

Beth saw Mark on the footpath through the lounge room window. “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Probably off to a friend’s house or something.”

I guess we had to settle for one that day. We checked up on Jodie again, and she hadn’t gotten anywhere since we left her, but her wardrobe was a mess. There were shoes all over the place, and some of her clothes had fallen off their hangers, an obvious sign of a vicious struggle that proved to be futile.

It was just past 4:00, and we left her for about 15 minutes before deciding to release her. She was really sweating badly from her struggling, and had a shower as soon as she was free. We packed up all the rope back into the bag and tidied up her wardrobe. 

She came out of the shower in a new set of clothes and looking very refreshed. We talked about the game afterwards, and Jodie copped a lot of stick for tricking Beth and I, but Beth also had a go at me for letting Jodie overpower me in her room.

I called mum and asked her to pick us up at 5:00. She arrived exactly on time, and we said goodbye to another fun tie up day. Mark didn’t come before we left, and Jodie told us later that he had indeed gone over a friend’s house.

The final and most exciting game of the term break was on Thursday. That particular game was very interesting, as it also involved twin sisters, who were related to Jodie and Mark. This was their only appearance in our tie up games, so don’t miss it! 

I hope you all enjoyed the story. What did you think? Any comments?
 

PS. Beth helped me write this story, so I’m giving her credit for it by placing her name next to mine below. Thanks Beth!

I thought this out for a moment, dragging Adam and Matt into a bakc room. We huddled up together and discussed a plan to get rich quick. I mean, the party was getting boring, and it was getting late; we all wanted to leave our mark on the place before night set in (we were actually told to sleep over) So the plan was set. Once asleep, we would kidnap Sierra and hold her hostage until a set ransom was paid. I didn't agree with it at all, but were only trying to scare Sierra into paying us. If she did, then we'd always give it back. I mean, acting as a professional kidnapper was a specialty of mine, as those of you know whom of which have read my earlier stories posted on canuck's wonderous site.

It was around 1:00am, and the girls (Heather 15 and even more gorgeous then Sierra, Sara, and Sierra)had all raced upstairs to bring down a cot, some sleeping bags and a bunch of other things. Sara's basement was a large one, with a huge rec room (thats where the breakdancing took place) and a workshop where her dad did most of the repairs. Matt had left to go to his house for some so-called 'supplies' and was bakc before the girls had come back downstairs. We all hid the supplies in strategic positions through the basement, as I've learned before that planning ahead can make things easier.

Matt had also brought a burned CD, with all sorts of songs on it, including M.O.P.'s "Ante Up". I loved that song, along with a few others that I wont mention because I know not everyone enjoys hip-hop. The girls returned downstairs and we helped them set things up. It was around 3:30am and we were all beat...but me and Adam and Matt forced oursleves awake for what was going to go down.

It got extremely late, as me and Adam and Matt all awoke at the same time and reached for our supplies. Our eyes adjusted to the darkness slowly, and we saw the positions of the girls: Sierra was sleeping on the leather couch at the far end, and Heather and Sara were behind us. We had slept between them. It was goin to be too easy. Adam crept silently to retrieve a few more things we needed as Matt and I sprang into action. I grabbed Sierra's wrists and turned her over onto her back, forcing her wrists down to her back, as Matt shackled them together. I quickly handgagged her before she could awake and scream. Her protest died in the palm of my hand as I hissed to her, "Stop struggling! You're ours, now!" Matt had finished binding her wrists, elbows and legs together, as Adam returned with a roll of silver tape. I couldn't resist to use this cap gun Mat had brought along, and I pressed the barrel to the back of her head.

"Mmmmmphh!!! Mmmmmm!!" Sierra could only manage those noises, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't move or I'll paint the wall with your brains!" She immediately stopped squirming, and I removed my hand from her mouth, as Adam stepped in a placed a strip over her mouth tightly. Matt brought up a scarf, and blindfolded her with it, as Adam and Mat picked her up, carrying her off into the backroom. I chuckled to myself as I set the gun down...then stiffened up as I felt a soft, yielding yet comforting feminine hand clamp over my mouth.

I didn't move. Heather leaned in, and whispered in my ear softly "Don't move...or else..." I heard her run her tongue across her lips teasingly, as Sara leapt up and tied my wrists behind my back with what felt like a jumprope. Heather had her arm around my chest and her hand still clamped over my lips. I loved Heather to death - this moment for me was a truly great one I'd never forget. She smiled from behind me, and even began to nibble at my ear lobe teasingly. I felt Sara finish the job on my wrists, then start on my ankles. I didn't bother to struggle - not only were they working fast, but I knew Adam and Matt would return in time to my rescue...hopefully.

They shoved my down onto the couch, and I twisted in mid fall, landing hard on the edge of the couch and hitting the floor. I looked up to both of them, ignoring the throbbing feeling form hitting my head. Sara crossed her arms, and patted Heather ont he shoulder. "Job well done, girl!" she said silently. Heather forced a smile, but I read something in her eyes. Those beautfiul, big brown eyes seemed to regret using her beauty to capture me. I knew Heather would regret it. I kept my devious smile to myslef, planning on manipulating her later into freeing me if Adam and Matt didn't come through.

I stared up to Heather, who was sitting next to me on the couch. Both girls had propped me up on my knees between them, and were waiting for Adam and Matt to return with Sierra. I gave her a sort of a look of distrust. "Heather, I-" my words were cut off by Sara's hand clamped over my mouth. I rolled my eyes as she spoke. "Did we say you could talk yet? NO! I didn't!" she said. I mmmmmmphed into her palm, as Heather smiled down at me. I knew deep inside that she was enjoying this, and so was I. I kept making frantic glance towards the door where Adam and Matt had taken Sierra, wondering when they'd come back. When Sara removed her hand to hlep me stand up, I tried giving them a holler. Of course, it didn't work at all. Heather leapt up at the chance and handgagged me again. She leaned in closer to my ear and whispered, "Shhh..." I felt a twing of excitement shoot up my spine, and went to peek and see if Adam and Matt were back yet. Speak of the devil. Or devils, I should say. It that moment, Adam and Matt came back with Sierra in their grip.

Matt looked up in surprise. "Dan?" 
I did to. "Mmmmph!!" 
Adam set Sierra down in front of him, as Heather and Sara held both me arms and brought me over to them. Matt grabbes Sierra up, and they both held her tightly. The blindfold, poorly tied, fell away and Sierra mmmmph in shock and surprise. "Your hostage for our hostage." Sara said. "It's ony fair." she proposed, giving me a slight kick for squirming. The light in the basement were still out, but by now everyone's eyes had adjusted. "I don't know Sara...I like Dan like this. I say we just keep him." Heather protested, brushing some of my long bangs from my eyes. I mmmph loudly at this, signalling not my protest but my agreement. Of course, Sara didn't know that. "See? He doesn't want to be with us. He'd rather be with his friends." Sara replied. I shook my head vigorously. Matt and Adam quirked a brow in unison. "So what are we gonna do? Either you give us Dan for Sierra, or we keep them both!" Adam said. I could tell it was going to be a long night...

So, after the attmepted kidnapping of Sierra, the party continued. Seeing how it was spring break, there was another slumber party that included all of us. We stayed up all night practically playing tie up games. I found the courage later on to ask Heather out. She gave a quick nod towards my question, and now we're going out. I also asked Heather if she liked seeing me helpless like that. She nodded to this too, and whispered to me "Return the favour, sometime..."

DRAGON (I'm baaaaaaaaack....)

Snowhite and the Seven Dwarfs - The REAL story!

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So it began. I wrapped about seven layers of tape around my ankles, above and below my knees, effectively securing them together. I took a hankerchief and shoved it into my mouth, and then wrapped six layers of tape around my head over my mouth. Although putting a couple of strips over a person’s mouth is cool, we all know that doesn’t work. I can easily pull my lips apart and make noise, even with a hankie stuffed in. But after I wrapped the tape around my head, I tried to scream as loud as I could. All that I could muster was a shrouded “mmmmppppphhhhhhh”, no matter how hard I tried!

Next, I hopped over to my “duct tape holder” and placed the roll over top the hockey stick. The shorter stick held it just under my chest level. I wrapped it once around my left wrist, put my hands behind my back, and proceeded to wrap the duct tape around my wrists in a crossover method. It was difficult, but it was working. After about eight loops, I hopped away a couple of feet, and proceeded to hop in a circle in one place, wrapping the tape around my upper arms and torso. It wasn’t easy, as I was getting tired and hot, but I was succeeding. The tape eventually ran out, and I stopped to catch my breath.

I then started giving it my full effort. I pulled, tugged, twisted, and contorted my arms and body, but to no avail. It worked, I thought to myself. I was finally able to effectively tie myself up. I was now fully experiencing the helplessness that I had only imagined by reading these stories and looking at pictures. This was totally unexpected, but I was definitely loving it!

I lowered myself onto the floor and really, and I mean REALLY, started struggling, mmmppphhing as I went along. I twisted, kicked, pulled, and rolled around in my struggles trying to free myself. I stopped every few minutes to catch my breath, and lay on my side a few times to collect my thoughts. I realized that I wasn’t getting out of this easily. It eventually occurred to me that I should’ve had a pair of scissors or a knife standing by, but like I said, I didn’t expect that I would be able to effectively tie myself up like this.

The funniest part of this story was when the phone rang. I got up and hopped over to answer it. When I got there, I remembered that I was gagged too, whoops! I just let the answering machine take a message.

Using the mirror to see what I was doing, I kept going in trying to cut my wrists free. It still wasn’t easy, but I was getting somewhere now. My hands kept getting tired, so I had to rest them quite a bit. Finally, I cut one strand free and worked on the next. Eventually, I cut through all the strands and my wrists were free! I sighed a big sigh of relief. It took me another ten minutes or so to get my arms free, but I finally got that done. I cut my legs free, and ripped the tape off my mouth. I was free! 

I was hot and sweaty, and felt kinda stupid too because I should’ve been better prepared. But when I thought about it, I realized that I thoroughly enjoyed myself because there was that possibility that I wasn’t going to be able to free myself without help. But now that I know how to do this, I’ll definitely be doing it again.

Well, that’s my story of my only experience of being tied up. I hope that it was ok. And BTW, if there’s anyone who lives in the Vancouver, BC area who would like to get together for a friendly tie-up game please e-mail. I prefer to tie up women, but beggars can’t be choosers. And remember ladies, only a friendly game as I am married! 

I understand your dilemma. My wife (who I've been married to for 27 years) has always had the same reaction as your wife. Don't give up yet though. Tell your wife how much you like tie ups and ask her to join you in reading through this site and others which show bondage as a loving activity, not as pain and whips and chains. Make sure she knows there is no obligation....you just want her to read...not agree (yet) to being tied up or to tying you up. Ask her if you can just tie her hands behind her back...nothing more...and just put your arm around her (which of course you will put around her strategically!). If she won't do that, then ask her to do that to you and remind her that you're not the only one who likes this. Slow, easy and unthreatening is the only way that has a chance of getting her involved.
Being tied by someone is more satisfying than self- bondage. But if you must do self-bondage, be careful to have an escape plan. Of course if your wife isn't interested, maybe if she came home and found you bound and truly unable to escape, she might see it in a different light. 
Good luck (hopefully better than mine)

Captive Penny, we're waiting for you too!

Keep on posting, and once again, thanks to Canuck, your site is the best and your work is apreciated!

Cheers 

I have been able to push against the panties which usually forces the tape to open at the bottom thus your mouth is free. The only true way to gag with duct tape securely is to place a long piece of tape in and around the mouth then place a folded wash cloth of Hankie just behind the teeh then wrap tape over the cloth and around the head so the mouth is covered from the bottom of the nose to the bottom of the chin.

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Having said that...

Bruce,

I could not agree more with your comments.

"I understand your dilemma. My wife (who I've been married to for 27 years) has always had the same reaction as your wife. Don't give up yet though. Tell your wife how much you like tie ups and ask her to join you in reading through this site and others which show bondage as a loving activity, not as pain and whips and chains. Make sure she knows there is no obligation....you just want her to read...not agree (yet) to being tied up or to tying you up. Ask her if you can just tie her hands behind her back...nothing more...and just put your arm around her (which of course you will put around her strategically!). If she won't do that, then ask her to do that to you and remind her that you're not the only one who likes this. Slow, easy and unthreatening is the only way that has a chance of getting her involved."

And that is why I am setting up Tied and True Tales - not just as entertainment but to help others like yourself... The main purpose of TTT is to show exactly how bondage can be (and is) a fun and loving form of sexual expression.

PH, I am quite sure you will be happy to know that TTT is almost finished. All I have to do now is get the Links section finished before checking and proofreading...

Stay tuned for the launch date announcement....

Lastly, I want to take the opportunity to say a VERY big "Thank you" to Mick Stupp of Restrained Tastes not only for hosting TTT but also for his wonderful help with constructing it - I will freely admit that there was no way I could have done this by myself.

I suppose one reason we used ropes is that we wanted the "victim(s)" to struggle, to have some (small) hope of getting free. That was part of the fun. Often, when we played, we'd make a "one knot rule" to allow the person tied a chance to escape. This meant that the hands were tied (usually behind the back) and only one knot was used, which would, of course, be placed as far away from reaching fingers as possible. Remember, we were kids, and the time allotted was always unreasonably short (in our view, at least).

Electrical wire was employed a few times, mostly because it was strong and would not break. It was copper wire with red or black insulation. Amazingly, I was tied up once with dental floss (what kid uses it for anything anyway?) which was quite inescapable; also, it hurt if you pulled on it too hard. The knots in dental floss were impossible to pick.

Strips of cloth make good binds because they are comfortable and knot well, and if they're not torn too thickly, are very hard to get out of. But bedsheets were also in short supply in the more frugal times of my childhood. Strips of cloth could be found about anywhere, if they were long enough.

But my favourite (and the favourite of my friends) was always plastic-coated clothesline and plain old rope. Clothesline made a good tie but, in a hurry, the other person could untie the "victim" if he or she had to, a valuable asset when medling parents came home early to interrupt any activity. Also, it never seemed to wear out. I had a small collection of ropes & clothesline lengths (and a few other things), as did most of my TUG-buddies, since it was innocent enough to withstand a nosey mother's inspection of dresser drawers & closets. 

A friend and I used chains one time. I don't know where he got the chains, but they were like those smooth choker collars used for dogs. You could buy these tiny padlocks for 15 or 19 cents, and the keys always worked all the locks (they're cheap, used for little jewelry boxes or diaries and such). Of course, I had 2 of the little things and he went down and bought a couple more at the "dime-store", and since all the keys fit all the locks, it was fairly safe. Snap hooks at a hardware store were only a nickel (the small ones) and we used them on feet/ankles where the hands could not reach. Perhaps I'll tell that story sometime. 

By the way, I don't recommend fishing line or dental floss . . . it's too easy to cut ones self, and hard to get someone out of in a hurry unless you have a knife, and knives should never be used in a hurry! 

So, to those of us who are fortunate enough to have easy and cheap access to duct tape (which would, of course, save a lot of precious playing time), be sure to keep plenty on hand (and have a ready explanation for your supplies should they be found). Have fun! 

Next Saturday, after the interminable parental questioning, I went over to Bobby's house. His parents were gone, but they had no rule about Bobby having a trusted friend over (as long as we didn't go upstairs--that was off-limits). I remember it was cold and raining that day. We went into his basement, I with my two little padlocks and my key ring, and he came out with the two dog choker collars and a couple of small lengths of chain he'd acquired somewhere. After a bit of experimentation, we found that the locks could link 3 chain lengths. I pulled out three snap hooks, available at the local hardware store for a nickel each, explaining that they could be used on the feet if we ran out of locks. 

We made a rule that no ropes were to be used, and flipped a coin to see who would go first. I won, so Bobby stripped off his shirt and shoes and socks. I put his hands behind him and looped a chain around his wrists, locking the links in the middle with the little padlock. "Now you can't escape," I told him. He walked around a bit, trying to pull his wrists free, and when he knew he couldn't escape, I got another chain and repeated the procedure for his ankles. After rolling around on the rug for a bit, it was my turn. I unlocked him and handed him the keys. 

He put on his shoes & socks and in a moment I was shirtless and barefoot. I remember remarking to him that it was a bit cold. "You know the rules," he said. "No shirts for the victim." (We had a rule that boys were always tied up with their shirts off. It's a bit more fun, and the feeling of helplessness is more, when you're tied up less than fully dressed.) A bit later, I was on the floor, my hands locked behind me in chains and my ankles locked together, and he was pulling me over to a pole. He sat me against the pole and used two chains and some snap-clips to secure my arms to the pole (which was cold on my back--part of the torture!) I could not reach the snaphooks and could not free my hands. We were talking about different ways to chain someone up, like with arms overhead to a pipe, and he was teasing me with the keys and such, and I said that the keys wouldn't do me much good. He disagreed, saying that if he had the keys he could get loose. We made a bet. If he could get free in 15 minutes, I would be his prisoner and "anything goes" (within safety rules) and if not, he would be my prisoner. I locked his hands behind him and his ankles together and handed him one of the keys. 

Well, after a few minutes, he had managed to get a key into the lock on his wrists (he was very patiently working on the problem) and went upstairs. He came back with a pair of swimming trunks, the racing kind much like the "speedo" kind, and I changed into them, feeling already helpless and a bit cold, almost naked. He chained my hands behind me and chained my feet, and blindfolded me. He was going to chain and tie me to the pole, but we heard his mother come in upstairs, so he quickly freed me and I put my clothes back on while she announced from upstairs that lunch would be ready in a while. Fortunately, she didn't come downstairs. Since I was in a hurry, I'd put my pants on over the swim trunks and stuffed my underwear in my jacket pocket, and had to return them to Bobby on another day. 

We never did play with chains and locks again, the subject just never came up. I guess they were too uncomfortable and cumbersome to carry around. My cousin Brenda certainly would've enjoyed them, though. 

Welcome Back!

I havent realy "advertised" my book,which I like to call the " peoples book" so maybe I should :),which is what i am doing now,sorta :)

AND yes it was very tense over this past weekend with no canuck,but he and everyone else is back,so I take back the mean things I was THINKING about tripod :)

But thanks anyway

DUH ! OF COURSE! write to your hearts content 

I'm baaaaaaack! 

Ah that felt good. I just hope the suomynonA impersonator has gone away now.

As I stated in my last post (Mar 11), the last game we played during term break was on the Thursday of the second week. 

Thursday crept up on me pretty quickly, I’d been busy the last couple of days with work, so time just flew by. Beth kept herself busy by going shopping on Tuesday and Wednesday with some friends of hers. I was surprised that she came home empty handed on both occasions. 

On Wednesday evening, Jodie left a message on our answering machine when our family went out for dinner. She said that some of her relatives were coming down tomorrow from Brisbane for two days. She’d been asked to baby-sit twins on Thursday, as the adults wanted to go to the city and mingle in the casino. She agreed, and asked me to keep her company on the day.

I thought that it’d be fun seeing that I’d never babysat anyone before, and after talking it over with my parents, I was given the go ahead. Seeing as it was pretty late when we got the message, I thought that I’d give her a call in the morning.

Jodie didn’t mention anything about Beth being able to go, so I didn’t tell her about it.

I slept at around midnight that night, and it seemed like only a minute had passed before the phone rang, and I saw my clock was reading 8:45. I was about to pick it up, but someone had already answered it, so I fell back into bed again. This time, less than a minute passed before my mum came into my room saying the call was for me.

It was Jodie. She was calling in regard to the message she left last night. I told her that I could go, and she was rather happy about that. She told me to come over any time before 12:00, so we could have lunch together. I told her that I’d probably be at her place by 9:30, so I could get a lift from my dad when he left for work that day. Mum was already backing out of the driveway at that time, so I couldn’t ask her to drop me off.

I quickly finished the conversation so I could get up, and get ready, as it was getting close to 9:00, and dad would leave at quarter past. I quickly dressed myself (the usual, jeans and T-shirt), and freshened up in the bathroom. I got ready quickly and even had time for a quick snack before I left. Beth was still asleep, and dad left her a note on the kitchen table telling her where I was.

I arrived at Jodie’s house on time, and she answered the door. She looked at me, and then behind me and asked, “Where’s Beth?”

“She’s not coming. You didn’t ask her, so I didn’t tell her.”

“What? When I ask you, I’m asking both of you, silly boy”

“Well just give her a call, and see if she can make her own way here.”

I entered the house, and settled down in my favourite spot on the couch in the lounge area. Jodie wore a loose fitting T-shirt, and shorts when I arrived, but changed the shorts into jeans a few minutes later.

I enquired into the whereabouts of the twins, and she told me that Mark was showing them something on the computer. She excused herself and went into the kitchen to call Beth. She came back a moment later, and told me that she was probably still in bed as no one was answering on the other end. 

She called out to the twins, Lisa and Caitlin, to come out. We heard running footsteps come out of the study, and two small figures emerged from the hallway. They were both dressed in white T-shirts and denim overalls cut off at the knees, and were barefoot, like the rest of us. I couldn’t tell them apart as there were no differences in the way they dressed today. 

I greeted them, and they did the same. I asked them the usual questions; how old were they, where were they from, which grade etc. After all this, I found out that they were both 10, and had just celebrated their birthday two weeks ago. We sat around, and I told them everything they wanted to know about me.

After this, Jodie called Beth again, and this time she did receive an answer. Beth said that she would come later on in the afternoon, and added that she was rather angry at me for not telling her about it.

While Jodie was on the phone, the twins asked me if they wanted to play the game that Jodie had played with them. My immediate thought was that Jodie played a tie up game with them, but this was put to rest when they mentioned ‘Go Fish’. I wasn’t very keen on playing a childish game, but thought that it would be better than turning on the TV and seeing Bert Newton staring at me. 

I won the first game, much to the displeasure of the twins, who proceeded to playfully throw their cards at me, and accuse me of cheating. I laughed, but I was silenced as I lost the remaining games. 

Jodie had been keeping an eye on the game when the call finished, and gave a few tips to the twins along the way. We finished up and Mark walked in. He wore basically what I was wearing, jeans and T-shirt.

We lay around for a while, thinking of something we could play, the twins didn’t know how to play Monopoly, and teaching them would take forever, so we were stumped.

Eventually, Lisa came up with team tag, which was basically hide and seek where one person would start as the seeker and when he found someone, that person would also become a seeker, and the winner would be the last one to be caught.

It was a fairly simple game, and everyone seemed to want to play. So we decided on who would be the first seeker by playing rock, scissors, paper. Mark, Lisa and I put down rocks, Caitlin and Jodie scissors. So, those two battled it out, and after three draws in a row, Jodie triumphed and Caitlin would be the first seeker.

Caitlin stood in the corner facing the wall, and covered her eyes with her hands and began counting to 50. We all split up, and I decided to hide upstairs. No one else followed me up, and I hid in Mark’s closet. No sooner had I gotten myself into a comfortable sitting position, that I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I slid open the closet door slightly, and it made this horrible squeaking noise that totally gave away my position. Caitlin came rushing into the room and swung open the door and tagged me. 

Now that I’d become a seeker, I knew that no one else was upstairs, and I told Caitlin this, but she didn’t trust me and continued her search upstairs, while I headed back downstairs to find the others. I bumped into Lisa in the lounge, who at first claimed to be Caitlin, and I almost fell for it, before the real Caitlin came running down the stairs, yelling out ‘tag her, tag her’. I did, and Lisa reluctantly became a seeker. I didn’t find anyone else, as Lisa found Jodie in the study, and Caitlin found Mark hiding in the kitchen.

Seeing that I was the first to be caught, I would be the seeker for the next game. I did the same as Caitlin did in the first game, and covered my eyes with my hands and counted to 50. I heard numerous footsteps going up the stairs, and that’s where I headed as soon as 50 was up. 

I found Mark hiding in the very same spot where I was hiding for the first game. He went downstairs, while I stayed upstairs. I heard a noise coming from Jodie’s room, and went in to investigate. There was a bit of shuffling noise coming from her closet, and I quietly tiptoed towards it, and flung open the door. To my surprise, I found Caitlin there rummaging through the backpack where Jodie kept all the tie up gear and stuff.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.

She quickly set aside the backpack and said, “Nothing.”

I tagged her, and she followed me for the rest of this game where I found Lisa in the bathroom, hiding in the shower. Mark found Jodie hiding under the stairs.

We played this game a few more times before Jodie had to prepare our lunch. Mark went in and helped her. The twins headed upstairs, and I turned on the TV, and thank god, Bert Newton wasn’t on. The news was on, and I eagerly awaited the sport segment to see if my footy team won. 

Five minutes later, Lisa came down and headed into the kitchen. I heard Jodie and Lisa talking, before Lisa walked into the lounge. 

“James, can I ask you a question?” she sheepishly asked.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Come with me,” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me off the couch.

I followed her upstairs into Jodie’s room where they had the backpack on the floor, and Caitlin sitting beside it.

“Umm, James. Can you tell me what this backpack is for?” Lisa asked quietly.

I tried to stutter out a reply, “Umm…..err….we use it for….stuff.”

I was still shocked when Caitlin asked, “What stuff? What do you need all that rope for?”

“Umm……well, we…..why don’t you ask Jodie?” I said, trying to pass the question on to somebody else.

“Jodie was too busy, and asked me to ask you.” Lisa said.

“We just….play around with it.” was all I could manage to get out.

“How do you play?” Lisa asked.

I looked at the bedroom door, and I desperately wanted to bolt out that door and out the house to avoid the question. 

Both of them looked at me and after a long pause, Caitlin piped out, “Do you play tie up with it?”

I was stunned. I fell back against the wall, and I slowly nodded my head. 

“Cool!” Caitlin said. “Can we try it out, James?” 

From one shock to another, I really wished that I could make myself magically disappear from them. “What do you mean?”

Caitlin stood up. “I mean, could you tie me and Lisa up. I wanna know what it feels like.”

My heart was racing and my palms were getting real sweaty. “Are you sure?”

Both of them nodded their heads, and I complied, much to their joy. I told them that I would just tie them back to back, and tie their ankles and what was it. They agreed, and sat down on the floor back to back. 

I don’t know why, but my hands began shaking as I tied Lisa’s ankles. Normally, I would be enthusiastic at having to tie someone up, but this wasn’t a normal situation. I’d only known these two for about two hours, and they were asking me to tie them up.

I tied Lisa’s ankles loosely, and she tested them by wriggling her feet. I did the same to Caitlin. I found the longest piece of rope I could find and wrapped it around their small figures fairly snugly. They wriggled around for a bit and Lisa turned to me and echoed that classic line, “You’ll never get away with this!”

Caitlin did the same and they both giggled. I laughed and said in a deep voice, “Oh yes I will!”

I made sure that they were OK, they said yes, and asked me to leave them alone for a while. I told them that I’d be back in fifteen minutes and that I would help Jodie and Mark in the kitchen. 

I found Mark in the kitchen, and Jodie was nowhere to be seen. I asked if he needed any help, and he asked me to cut the cooked beef into thin slices.

This took a fair while, as it was a pretty big chunk of beef. Mark disappeared about ten minutes later, and I quickly finished it off, and hurried off back to check on the twins. 

I rushed up to Jodie’s room, and I was shocked to find that they were not there. I initially thought that they’d escaped, but after calling out their names a couple of times and receiving no answer, I began to get worried.

That’s when I noticed a piece of paper on the floor where the twins were sitting before. I picked it up and it read:
 

“If you want to see Caitlin and Lisa alive again, the price is $1,000,000. Bring the money to the underground sewers (the basement) by sunset. Come alone.”

PS. The money’s in the closet
 

It was written in Jodie’s handwriting, and I was really beginning to get worried seeing that this was probably their first time, and I thought that this might be a bit too much for them.

Anyway, I searched the closet, and found a plastic bag with a big $ sign on it, loaded with scrap pieces of paper. There was also a mini water pistol attached to the bag. This was a sign that Jodie was prepared for a water fight. The gun was empty so I filled it up in the bathroom and was on my way.

I crept down the stairs slowly, carefully trying not to make any noise. I was barefoot, so that helped. I tiptoed to the basement door, and turned the knob slowly. The door didn’t squeak like the one in Mark’s room, and I had no trouble opening the door. I slowly and silently tiptoed down the stairs, with water pistol in my right hand, and the stash of “money” in the other. I bent down to see if I could get a clear view of the basement. 

The first thing I saw was Jodie talking to Mark, but I didn’t see any sign of the twins yet. I crept further down, I was too busy watching Jodie and Mark and I missed a step and fell down the stairs, crashing down onto the basement floor. Jodie and Mark were given a fright, as they both jumped in the air, and looked at me.

“So you finally arrived, James.” Jodie said, in a sort of evil voice.

“Where are the girls?” I asked.

“Where’s the money?”

“It’s right here,” I said, holding up the bag. “Now where are the girls?”

Jodie smiled, and stepped to one side. A large flat sheet (the ones for beds) was covering something underneath it, and I saw a bit of movement under it.

Jodie removed the sheet and revealed Caitlin and Lisa. Both were still tied back to back, but were also tied at the ankles, knees, and their hands were tied behind their back. Both of them were also gagged with a white cloth over their teeth.

The twins looked up at me, and a sigh of relief came from both of them.

“Are you girls alright,” I asked them. They both nodded.

“But that’s all going to change if you don’t hand over the money.” Mark said, pointing his water pistol at the twins.

“Alright, alright. But how do I know that you’re really going to let them go if I give you the money?” 

None have us had ever done any play acting before, so I was surprised as to how smoothly this was going.

“OK, we’ll release one of the girls, you give us the money, and then we’ll release the other one. Fair enough?” Jodie said.

I nodded and Jodie proceeded to until the twin on the left. I didn’t know who it was yet. She ran to me and hugged me around the waist, and said, “Oh thankyou very much!” I asked her which one she was, and she said Lisa.

“Now, hand over the money.” Jodie ordered..

I tossed the “money” over to her and she picked it up and inspected the contents. 

“Now let my sister go,” Lisa demanded.

“Oh I don’t think so, you see, if I let her go, how am I going to make my getaway. There’ll be cops all over the place, so I need a hostage, and this lovely young lady will do just fine.” Jodie said, running her hand down Caitlin’s cheeks.

“Hey, we had a deal.” I said.

“Yes we did, I said that I’d let her go, but I didn’t say when did I?”

“You lying bitch.”

“Call me what you like, but I’m keeping this one for the time being.” Jodie said. “Come on, let’s get outta here.” 

Jodie untied Caitlin’s ankles and knees and helped her up. She grabbed her right arm and ordered her to move, and she obeyed. Mark kept his water pistol pointed at us until they reached the top of the stairs, where they shut the door and locked it.

“Now what are we going to do?” Lisa asked.

I ignored her question. “How’d you end up down here?”

She explained that Jodie had walked into her room and found them tied together. Jodie then asked them if they wanted to play a game that involved them being tied up. Basically, it was the game that Jodie suggested Beth and I play on the Monday, but never got round to it.

I made sure she was OK and she assured me that she as fine.

There was no other way to get out of the basement other than the door. I tried to think of another way out but I didn’t need to when Jodie unlocked the door, and told us that lunch was ready, and that we’d continue the game after lunch if we liked.

We had roast beef and egg sandwiches for lunch, and we talked about the game. The twin’s were enjoying the game, especially Caitlin, who liked playing the hostage. I was rather enjoying it too, having never role-played before. We finished off our sandwiches and did the washing up.

We all agreed to continue the game from where we left off. Lisa and I headed back into the basement, and before Mark locked the door, he whispered, “Look inside the sheet”

He locked the door, leaving us with that little hint. I searched the flat sheet and found a little piece of paper saying “They keys are under the stairs” 

Lisa looked excited and rushed towards the stairs, looking for the key that would release us from this prison. She looked and looked, and I joined her, but we didn’t find the key though. We looked again and again but still couldn’t find it, and we concluded that Mark had tricked us. Lisa and I sat dejected on the steps thinking that we’d never get out. 

But then it struck me. The note said “under the stairs” which didn’t actually imply that it was on the floor. So I looked underneath the steps and found the key sticky taped underneath the top step. I couldn’t reach it myself, so I gave Lisa a boost, and she managed to pull the key down. Lisa rushed up to the door and quickly unlocked it. 

I grabbed my water pistol and followed her up. She waited for me at the top of the stairs.

“Where’d they take Caitlin?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Let’s look around.” 

I took the lead, seeing as I had the water pistol, and Lisa followed in close behind. We looked around downstairs, but didn’t find them. We crept upstairs and looked through the rooms one by one, but we didn’t find any of them. 

“Where could they be?” Lisa said confusingly.

We were in their parent’s bedroom, and we saw out the window some movement in the garage. Their garage could be accessed via the backyard through a door. Mark appeared from the garage and walked into the house.

We silently waited for any sign of footsteps coming up the stairs. There were none as Mark reappeared from the house holding a box of tissues, and disappeared into the garage.

“That must be where Caitlin is.” Lisa said, tugging at my shirt. “We have to go rescue her.”

“We will, but how?” I thought for a moment. “OK, how about this.”

I explained the plan to Lisa. She would casually walk up to the garage pretending that she didn’t know that they were there. They would capture her, and while they were busy tying her up, I would sneak up behind them, with water pistol in hand, and capture them. This plan relied a little bit on luck, as both Mark and Jodie had to be tying up Lisa, and not have their water pistols with them. 

Lisa was happy with the plan, and we decided to go ahead with it. She put on her shoes and socks first before heading outside, and I put on my shoes. 

We were all set and we went through the plan one more time. She understood it and we set the plan in motion. I hid behind the door leading to the backyard and Lisa walked out. She was a little nervous, but she kept her composure. She strolled up to the garage and walked straight past the window making sure that Jodie and Mark could see her.

They did, and both of them immediately came rushing out of the garage. Lisa pretended to be shocked, and tried to run and call out. But Jodie ran up to her and hand gagged her and used her other arm to grab her waist. Mark grabbed her flailing legs and together they dragged her, half kicking and screaming into the garage.

So far, so good, I thought.

I crept up quickly towards the garage door, bypassing the window, and took a quick peek inside and withdrew my head. I saw Caitlin, with her wrists bound behind her, ankles and arms tied, and gagged with the same white cloth tied over her mouth. 

Lisa was sitting on the ground next to her sister, and Jodie was interrogating her. 

“How’d you find us?” she demanded. Lisa crossed her arms and said nothing. 

“Where’s James?” Again Lisa didn’t say anything.

“Fine! Be stubborn. Tie her up.” she ordered Mark. 

I looked around the corner again, and saw that Mark was busy tying up Lisa, but Jodie wasn’t doing anything. She didn’t have her water pistol on her but it was within arms reach though. I had to think of something fast, Jodie had her back to me, and Mark didn’t have his water pistol anywhere to be seen, so I took a chance and rushed into the garage. 

They were both surprised to see me, Jodie tried to reach for her water pistol, but I pushed her back, so she couldn’t grab it. Jodie fell onto the ground and almost squashed Caitlin in the process.

“All right, crookies. Hands up. It’s all over.” I commanded.

“I don’t think so, copper.” Mark said. 

He pulled out his water pistol from behind him and fired a few shots at me, but luckily all of them missed and I returned fire. I hit him in the stomach with my second shot, and he gave up. Jodie looked defeated as Mark dropped his water pistol and put his hands in the air. Jodie did the same. I ordered them to the back of the garage and they obeyed. 

I looked at Lisa, who had her hands tied behind her and was gagged with cloth, and said triumphantly, “It worked!” 

She let out a victorious hooray from behind her gag. I untied her hands, and she pulled the gag down. We untied Caitlin and she hugged Lisa and me for freeing her. 

Caitlin looked at Jodie and Mark and laughed, “See, I told you that you wouldn’t get away with it!”

“OK guys. Games over. We win. Let’s pack up this stuff.” I said to Jodie and Mark.

Jodie and Mark both admitted defeat and congratulated us on our win. We gathered up all the rope and headed back to the house. Jodie didn’t pack up the rope, and just dumped it on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. 

It was almost 2:00 and Beth would be arriving soon. 
 

Part II will be posted at a later date.

Hope you all enjoyed the story and thanks for reading. Any comments?

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All kinds of thoughts were going through my head when he jerked the final knot and my hands fell onto my backside. I tried to wiggle loose, but somehow, he had my hands tied with my palms together and I didn't have any way of finding the knots. I just gave up, he had me, and I knew it!

Tommy wasn't finished. Turning around, but still sitting on me, he grabbed my feet, crossed my ankles and tied them where I knew i wasn't about to escape. He didn't hurt me, but the ropes sure were tight. A whole lot tighter that all the times he tied me when we were playing games! Somehow, I knew my elbows would be next, they were! When I felt that first loop circling my arms, I knew soon my elbows would be touching and bound that way. I remembered reading in his diary about the tying of a girls arms, just above her elbows, some of his comments indicated it was a preferred way to tie a girl!

I guess I should explain, sometimes,I got myself into fixes like this just for the fun of it. Not exactly like this time, I really wasn't expecting him to be home. I've been going through his stuff for weeks and wow, what he writes and thinks! 

I was jerked once again back to reality, the final knot tied, my elbows cinched, knotted, no possibility of escaping, yet my brother continued to tie me. My legs folded behind me. He threaded a rope between my ankles and wrist rope and pulled until my body was bowed, the heels of my feet digging into my open palms, now I was really in deep trouble. I was thankful for long arms and legs and being pretty flexible. With bound arms like this and crossed and bound ankles, gagged not to mention my elbows tied together, crushed is a better word, what's a girl to do? This was about as helpless as I've ever been in my life. I can tell you Tommy never tied me like this before either, and he's made me pretty helpless tied in other ways too.

I couldn't say I was sorry, I couldn't use my hands or body language to tell him I was sorry, it was all I could do to roll onto my side with great effort and hope he would be satisfied he had me hogtied. Just like he had written in the diary!

Laying there on his bedroom floor I began to think, at the time, that was pretty much all I could do, "did I set myself up for this?" or "did I set Tommy up for this?" You see, he's been tying me up playing all kinds of games for years. Actually, its been almost a whole year since he last tied me. Maybe this is a little pay back for being such a good brother. Or is it me satisfying a craving? The End or The Beginning this is my very first story and posting. please let me know if you like this kind of story. is there any girls who have had this kind of experience? i'd like to hear from you. i'm staying with my brother for the next two weeks e-mail me at cinchknot@hotmail.com my name is Mary. oh, Mason, I read what you wrote to c.k., he's my brother.