Anyway, I have been living with Aunt Celeste since October of last year. Her computer was not working so she went to my room to use mine. Needless to say to found out that I have been visiting this and other sites dealing with bondage. She waited until my birthday to confront me. Actually a couple of days before my birthday, which was Sunday February 18th. 

On Friday evening after dinner she said that she wanted to talk to about what I was doing on the internet, I knew I was caught. I expected her to be mad, but she seemed to be more curious, asking me many questions. Basicly I told her that I had fantasies about being tied up and kidnapped! Aunt Celeste asked if I ever let anyone tie me up, I told her no, but that I tied myself up a few times. She smiled at me and told me that she had an early birthday present for me. She left and returned with a small gym bag. She said that she was concerned that my interests might lead me to try it with someone that might be dangerous, that she would rather that I indulge in my fantasies at home where I could be supervised. I must have looked at her funny because she laughed and told me to relax and turn around with my hands behind me. I did as I was told and she took some rope from the gym bag, placed my hands palm to palm, and tied my hands very securely. Next she got some more rope and tied my ankles and knees together.

She told me that she was going to keep me tied up all weekend as a birthday present and to see if I still like bondage afterwards. We talked for about an hour, then she said that she had some things to do and calls to make. She pulled a sponge ball and duct tape from the bag. I eyed it suspiciously and asked what that was for. Aunt Celeste just smiled and said that she was going to gag me, that bondage isnt bondage without being gagged. She told me that I was not in any position to argue, to be a good boy and open wide...or eles. Aunt Celeste can have a mean streak to her, and I could tell by the tone of voice that she was seriouse. I did not want to anger her so I opened my mouth. The ball was shoved inside and several strips of tape was applied over my mouth. Aunt Celeste went about her business the rest of the night, called several friends, watched TV, etc. I remained on the couch, bound and gagged completely helpless, loving every miniute of it!

I was pretty much kept tied up the whole weekend. On Sunday my gag was removed, we talked somemore. She askeed if I enjoyed my present. I said that I did. My Aunt then informed me that I was pretty much going to be tied up during most of my free time, except for school and other necessary events. She has lived true to her word, she even arranged for me to be kidnapped on the way home from school. More later.

 Kim works as a manager at a clothing store. She started that job like 2 weeks ago, and bragged to my sister that she is making like 60K a year. I know, because when she and my sister are on the stoop in front of the house talking, or even in my sisters room, I'm listening to every word. My sister told her that I had a crush on her, and she called me a dork. 

Last week I heard her talking with my sister about how she got her job by using fake references on her resume. She made up some story and used an article on the internet to do all this, helping her go from flipping burgers at Mcdonalds to making a fortune (at least for a 20 yr. old). For anyone who thinks this is BS, I put the link to the article at the end of this post. It is a place called underground oracle and they tell of this system that anyone can use and never be caught. Basically the article helps you write your own resume. 

So now, I heard this my heart lit up. I know where Kim works, so I went in there to do some blackmailing. She had just finished up with a customer when I walked in... "What's up Tom? What are you doing here? I was just passing by and remembered that my sister said you worked here. How's the new job? Pretty good, but do me a favor. We can talk when I come over to see your sister later". " OK I said, take care..." She was a little snotty to me if you know what I mean 

My sister had to go pick my mother up at her job because her car was in the shop. Kim arrived and I knew I'd get a chance for some playful fun. "Where's your sister?" she said as she walked past me into the house. "Oh she'll be back in a minute. She had to pick my mother up at her job". "OK, just tell her I came by", no I replied. "What do you mean no" she shot back. Well I know your little secret. I overheard you talking to my sister. You know, how you got your job." I was smiling ear to ear while she looked like hell, her jaw dropped and she just stood there staring at me. "What are you talking about" she said as she folded her hands over her chest and stared at me. "you know what I'm talking about, the fake resume that you'll never be caught with". Her eyes lit up in complete surprise.Well, your employer can never find out the truth about your past, and that you were just flipping burgers. I checked out the site, they're good so you have your great job. But that doesn't stop me from going into your place and telling your boss. How long do you think you'll keep your job if I do that?" You little XXXX, how dare you! 

"I'll make a deal with you". I then produced a pair of police handcuffs. She looked at me and said "You little perv, what do you want to do with those". I want to put them on you and take some pictures with my digital camera. "No way you Axxhxxx" she yelled back. "OK, let me put my sneakers on so I can go pay your boss a visit". She grabbed my arm and said "No, wait a minute." Now she had a more pleading look on her face so I knew I had her! We talked for a couple of minutes and I promised there wasn't going to be any touching ( I was lying a little), so she said "ok, but lets do this at my house. My parents won't be home until like 7 and we can have some privacy since I don't want anyone knowing I let you cuff me." Ok I said. 

I locked the house up and followed her home with my gym bag whicj I packed with some rope, duct tapt a few belts and handcuffs. We went into her bedroom and she attacked me! She threw me on her bed and pinned my right arm behind me. "Let go you're hurting my arm" "So what you little Sxxt". She let me go and grabbed my bag on the floor. "Lets see what you have hear" she emptied the contents on her bed and said "You wanted to use all of this on me?" I can't explain how I felt. Here she was in a semi-tight blue skirt looking so sexy, with blue high heels and her hands on her hips.. "Well yes, that was the idea". 

She pushed me back on her bed and put the cuffs on me behind my back. I struggled slightly. In reality I think I could have taken her, so I resisted only partially. After the cuffs she took the duct tape and went all the way around my head. I really couldn't move. So there I was, my hands cuffed behind me, and my mouth duct taped. I got such a woody and she noticed. "You little perv, you're enjoying this aren't you. "You would probably enjoy it if I spanked you too". I only mmffed. She pushed me face down on her bed and proceeded to place me in an uncomfortable hog-tie. She did a good job too, I could barely move. She left the room and came back in like 5 minutes. To Be continued....
 

I have gotten virtually no feedback,from any of my stories (btw which are all true ) with the exception of person or two.,they know who they are,and I say thank you.
 
 

I know if I was a woman I would have gotten more feedback,and I totally understand that:), But by getting almost no feedback,either my stories are boring,or I don't write very well,or both.
 
 

So in the interest of not hogging up space,and to leave room for other writers with better stories,this will be my last post here. I of course will continue reading the stories here.
 

One last thing,I have always told the truth here,and all my experiences were/are 100% true.

 So as Zorro would say (I think) 'Ciao'
 

STAY COOL & ALWAYS PLAY SAFE

I was last left handuffed and tape gagged on her bed. She came back after 5 minutes and actually had a worried look on her face. Even though I was locked in my own cuffs, and under her control I was enjoying every moment of this. "Tommy, listen to me, you can't say anything to my boss. I'm not going to lose my job over this". mmmff mmmfff is all I could mumble. Ok, "I'll let you go and we'll talk, agreed"
How could I argue, so I nodded yes. She slowly took the tape off and it hurt like hell. I'm glad I have short hair or I would have been screaming. She finally ungagged me after maybe 3 or 4 minutes. "Well here's the deal Kim, I want to play tie-up with you. I know you don't like me since I'm only 15 and you're 20, so we don't have to tell anyone. I'm just...kinky and like seeing women struggle." "How long do I have to do this you sxxxhxxd?"she shot back. Just a few times a month (I was reaching), when no one is around. We can do it here or at my house." I don't want any pictures. The deal is off if you ever take even one picture" This was an ultimatum I had to back down from. I really didn't want to get her in trouble and since my aim was just to play tie-up I said "Deal, I sat up from the bed with an obvious woody. She chuckled "You really are into this aren't you?" Yes, I guess you can tell. "A Plane could tell" she said. "I'd shake your hand, but you still have me cuffed" I said, while turning around. Alright then, no one ever finds out anything. She uncuffed me. Since I wasn't going to get any photos I made her agree to play dress up with me. She had to wear anything I wanted. No nudity unfortunately, but any articles of clothing. I had her put on her knee high black leather boots( I wish she owned thigh high's but she didn't), a tight leather skirt, great club-like lycra top and I was in heaven. She looked like a goddess to me. I even had her put on these thick bracelets like wonder women bracelets( I love wonder woman) I had her lay on the bed facedown and proceeded to put my first girl in a tight hogtie. I've been reading other sites on the internet for a year and payed attention to Bedroom Bondage and this site as well for tips. Her wrists were crossed and I want around them 8 or 9 times in both directions. There was no way she was going to get free. I crossed her booted legs as well, then attached them without giving her almost any slack. She complained it was too tight but I figured my first time and knowing the circumstances I could put her in as tight bondage as I wanted. I used 4 pieces of duct tape on her mouth and stepped back. She looked like a dream. She did a little struggling then stopped. "You have to try to get free, that's part of the deal" mmmfff, she "mmmffed all over the place. Not being able to move much at all. I think this got me a little too excited. I left her like this for maybe 10 minutes or so. I was too anxious to try out more positions. I let her go, then wanted to spread eagle her on her bed (it even has a great headboard), but she said it was getting too late and we had to postpone further tie-ups. Her parents would be coming home in half an hour. I agreed, packed up my gym bag with all the bondage stuff and made an appointment to play tie-up again the following day. 

This got me thinking, I'm going to tell my sisters other friend Tanya about that site too. She is a cheerleader at our HS and also very hot. Plus I know she is looking for another job. Her boss drools over her. Wait until I tell her she can write her own resume and never be caught. You know how people are. She'll brag to me once she gets the job and of course thank me. Then, who knows maybe I'll playfully blackmail her too! This could be a goldmine for me. I have Kim as a gorgeous tie-up doll, and I think within a month I'll have at least 2 other cute gals. I'll try to write what happens here as much as I can so everyone else can enjoy all of this. For anyone else out there, if you know a hot chick who is older, looking to change jobs or find one. All you have to do is do some friendly little blackmail by telling her about the site (I put the link below) then finding out when she gets it and you're in - bondage games galore, since no one wants to lose their job (especially a good one) over a little tie-up game! 

My parents were not comfortable with the fact that I loved being tied up. So, when at home, I would usually have to tie myself up. Trouble was, I loved being tied up so that there would be no possability of escape. This almost always got me a scolding. I would tie myself up, be unable to get out, and hours later get discovered and scolded. Although sometimes I would just get a roll of the eyes from my mom. 
 
 
 

I was wanting to be tied up the moment I had woken up. It had been almost a week (I think) since I had been tied up (To me, that was a long time without having the pleasure of getting tied up. hehe). It was early in the morning (about 6am; I had not gotten a whole lot of sleep so I was still sleepy) on the weekend and there was nothing to do at the moment. Everyone was still asleep. Since I was really wanting to be tied up I figured why not. So I went to the closet, pulled out my two pairs of metal handcuffs and some rope. I then went to work on the self tie up. 
 
 
 

I first tied up my legs around the thighs and just below the knees with rope. I then locked the first pair of handcuffs firmly around my ankles. I had a thivk key ring I used to pass each handcuff ring though this little key ring. Thus holding my feet almost right up against each other to allow as little a movement as possible. 
 
 
 

I had already tied some rope around the chain links that held the handcuffs together so when the rope was pulled tight it would have 1 foot of slack. It would look like a severe oval shape (I hope you understand what I mean) This was used for the hogtie part later. I also had passed the that same peace of rope between the second pair of handcuffs so when my hands were locked in them, it would be a tight hogtie. 
 
 
 

Next I took two belts and tied them around my chest and ribs, pinning my arms to my sides (this is not easy). I then pushed my arms behind my back. I pulled my feet back as far as they could go so I could pass each hand through the handcuffs that were attached to the rope (remember the rope was tied around the links of both pairs of handcuffs for the hogtie part) that would create the hogtie. I then slipped my little hands through the already 1/4 locked handcuff rings (I had slipped each handcuff ring through another key ring so when I locked the handcuffs around my wrists, my hands were tied closely together). I then locked the handcuffs firmly around each wrist. 
 
 
 

I was now securely tied up. My arms and legs were tied securely. My hands and feet were tied up securely with handcuffs, and my hands and feet were both tied behind me and to each other for the hogtie. I first struggled hard to see if I could get out. After a few minutes I was satisfied that I had been helplessly tied up and completely unable to get out. After this I began the enjoyment period. I started only moderate tuggings on my bonds to savor the helplessness of being bound and hogtied. I pulled on the handcuffs that held my hands locked up and the handcuffs that my feet were tied up in. 
 
 
 

I was having a wonderful time. After about half an hour (I had a digital clock near my bed) of light to moderate struggle (not in hope of getting out but just to savor the feeling having my hands and feet tied up, in a firm hogtie, and the exciting helpessness feeling) I just went limp. Satisfied and happy that I was unable to get free. 
 
 
 

[For some reason the feleing of being tied up and hlepless held great appeal for me. It was a wonderful feeling and very enjoyable. Needless to say I felt like an idiot for loving it. But now I see there are many others besides me who like being tied up ad that there is nothing wrong with it. Now Doug likes being tied up for the challenge of the escape and that's cool. I guess you could say I was Doug complete opposite. lol] 
 
 
 

I layed there staring around the room, accationally going back to light to moderate strugglings. Another hour went by. I had a smile on my face until I was ready to get untied. I all of the sudden realized that the handcuff keys were missing!!! I started to panick and began darting my eyes around the room for any sign of the handcuff keys. I was tied up so securely in a hogtie that I could hardly move. They were no where to be found. My heart was pounding out of fear. I was now really wishing I hadn't tied myself up. Especially in such a secure hogtie. And yet at the same time knowing I was completely hlepless and unable ot d oanything about it mad being tied up alot more fun. What a strange paradox. I was totally helpless to do anything. I could barely even move. 
 
 
 

If my mom sees me like this the humiliation would be almost to much to bare. Especially since she would tell my dad! I really didn't want him to think his son liked feeling like a helpless little boy. I wanted him to think I was strong. Not a kid who likes feeling helpless. Although this was the ONLY kind of helplessness I enjoyed. I didn't bother trying to struggle. I knew it was useless. Somehow though, the feeling of knowing there was no way of escape mixed with the fact I had no choice but to stay tied up until I figured a way out or my parents woke up to come and untie me was thrilling. I usually found it exciting to be tied up and be totally unable to do anything about it as I stated earlier. 
 
 
 

I got myself in this position several times. I never seemed to learn. Guess I loved it too much to stop. lol. It had now been about 2 hours since I had been tied up in this secure hogtie. I was still after all this time wanting to stay tied up. Well, I didn't have much of a choice anyway. There was no way out. I was thinking of rolling off the bed and then trying to roll over to the handcuff keys but I was afraid of landing on my face or something if I rolled off. 
 
 
 

I eventually gave up any escape ideas and looked at the clock. 9am. Since I was still sleepy, helplessly tied up and unable to do anything I drifted off to sleep....... 
 
 
 

Upon waking up I lazily pulled my head up to look at the time. 11am. I had been tied up now about 5 hours and still tied as tightly as when I had first tied myself up! Although half of it I was asleep. Funny, I seemed to sleep better tied up than if I wasn't (LOL). I don't know why that was. My arms and legs were aching from being in a hogtie for so long. Also having my arms and legs tied together for so long was a cramping experience. 
 
 
 

I knew it was do or die. I was in some pain and I now desperately wanted to get untied. So I took a chance and rolled off the bed. I hit the floor with a thud on my side. Fortunetly I was not hurt and it had not woke up my parents. So I (with great difficulty) sort of rolled across the room to where the handcuff keys were. I finally was able to get over there and grab the handcuff keys. I would have gladly stayed tied up a little longer but I my body was aching and in some pain so I began trying to put the key in the lock of the handcuffs that had my hands tied. 
 
 
 

After awhile I finally got the key in, turned the lock, and off came the cuff of my left wrist. I then pulled on my arms hard to get my hands in front of me (my arms still had the belts tied around them which had them pinned to my sides. I finally achieved success and started trying to wiggle out of the belts. It was a lengthy process but I finally managed it. I then untied the rope that had my legs bound. Finally I unlocked the cuffs that had my feet tied close together. I WAS FINALLY FREE!! 
 
 
 

I was very stiff so I slowly began to stretch out. Boy did it feel wonderfull to finally be able to stretch and use my limbs, hands, and feet any way I wished. I put up the tie up tools and just sat on my bed thinking how much fun I had being tied up in a helpless and secure hogtie. I really enjoyed it. But at the same time, I was REALLY glad to be free. I had had enough of being tied up for the rest of the day. 
 
 
 

I got up and waked downstairs. My mom was there to greet me when I realized the mraks on my wrists and ankles from the handcuffs were still very visible. I made sure I kept my sleeves pulled all the way down to conseal this. "Did you sleep well?", she asked. "Oh...uh..sure mom...I slept just fine", I responded with a supressed grin. Little did she know the fun I had earlier...... 
 
 
 

T H E E N D 
 
 
 

Jay679 
 
 
 

Well that's what happened. Let me know if you liked it guys. :)

Jay679

After reading everyone's advice, my uncle assured me that if he and my aunt ever tied me up again, they would never leave me alone. But, my uncle said, nothing else would be negotiated. He said that there was more to being tied up than just rope and tape. He said that the person being tied up must totally give over control to the person doing the tying, like it or not. If he and my aunt tied me up, they would decide when they would do it, where they would do it, and how long I would be bound and gagged - he said I would always be gagged because the gag really stops the person being tied up from having any control. If I asked again, I would be tied for at least a couple of hours, and it might be "much much much" longer (he said much all three times). He added that they would never keep me tied up so that I missed any school or suffered any physical damage.

Also they would say what I would wear, whether it was pants, shorts, a swim suit, a thong, a jockstrap or nothing! All of that would be part of the game and if I asked them to tie me again. I would have to agree to those terms or they would not tie me up. I asked if they might really tie me up with nothing on, and he said that they might - it was my gamble. My uncle said that nobody should let anyone tie them up who they did not trust. He said I should think it over and I was free to ask if I ever wanted to be tied up again. If I asked, they would do it.

I thought about it for a day, and decided that my aunt and uncle would never do anything to really hurt me, so that night at dinner I said, "I would like you to tie me up again."

"Do you agree to the conditions?" my uncle asked.

"Yes," I said. 

"What are the conditions?"

"You can tie me up when you want, where you want, for as long as you want, wearing anything you want."

"OK," he said and that ended the conversation.

Friday came, and I thought they might tie me up Friday night, but nothing happened. We watched television, and I talked on the phone with some friends. My friends from the school soccer team (I am on the soccer team in the Fall) and I decided to go to a movie Saturday afternoon, and then out for a burger and a shake.

Saturday morning my aunt fixed breakfast, and since it was a warm sunny day, all three of us went out for a swim. My aunt suggested that I wear my new red speedo - so I did and my uncle wore his usual black thong and my aunt wore her little string bikini-thong. At about ten-thirty, we got out of the pool, and walked into the house. 

I went to the bathroom, and when I came out, my uncle said, "Justin, come here and sit in this chair." It was one of four large wooden chairs that sat in the kitchen - despite being heavy, they moved around easily because they have wheels on all four legs. 

I sat in the chair, and my aunt appeared with pieces of rope. She began tying my wrists to the arms of the chair. My uncle took more rope and tied my ankles to the front legs of the chair. They tied my arms to the chair arms securely. I didn't say anything but I knew what they were doing. They took long pieces of rope and wrapped them around my chest and around the chair securing me to it. Another wrap of rope surrounded my belly and around the chair. Rope at my knees tied them apart to the supports to the arms of the chair. Then they took duct tape and wrapped it around all of the rope ties including the ones around my body. I was securely tied to the chair and only able to squirm and move a little. They didn't put anything in my mouth, but they put strips of tape on my mouth to keep it closed.

When they were done, my aunt and uncle pushed the chair out of the kitchen onto the patio next to the swimming pool. They put me in a shady spot, and then went about enjoying the day, leaving me bound and gagged in the chair. With my feet, I could move the chair around a little, but not much else. The tape seemed sufficient to hold my mouth shut - even when I tried to push it away although after a while it started coming lose. My uncle always saw this and reinforced it with more tape..

While my uncle read his newspaper, watched me, and stretched out on his chaise lounge, my aunt swim, and then sat on her chaise and talked on the phone. I sat and watched - couldn't do much else. They seemed to be enjoying a lazy Saturday. I was enjoying being tied up and wondering what would happen and how long I would remain their prisoner.

At Noon, my uncle wheeled me into the kitchen and up to the kitchen table. My aunt fixed sandwiches and ice-tea. When they sat down, still in only their swim suits, my uncle looked at me and said, "I'm going to remove the tape on your mouth, Justin. But if you say so much as one word, the tape goes back on and stays and no more food or anything to drink for the rest of the time that you're tied up. Do you understand?"

I nodded and grunted that I understood.

Off came the tape, and while they ate, my aunt fed me a sandwich and tea. When they were finished, my uncle stood, and came over to me. He had the roll of tape, and he tore off long pieces and again taped up my mouth - more securely than before.

Then my uncle rolled the chair into the bathroom. There he reached down into my swim suit and untied the drawstring, pulling the suit down in front. He held a cup up to me, and said that if I needed to pee, I should do so. I did - embarrassed, but relieved. When I was done, he pulled up the swim suit, and retied it. Then he wheeled me out onto the patio where my aunt was on the phone again.

"Rick and Janice are coming over," she said to my uncle. They'll swim and stay for dinner.

The Petersons are my aunt and uncle's best friends, and they come over often. I was sad as I figured that my aunt and uncle would have to untie me before the guests arrived. Certainly they wouldn't let anyone else see me trussed up that way. But I was wrong. After about an hour, the doorbell rang, and my uncle went to answer. Shortly he and the Petersons walked out onto the patio. They must have seen me, but gave no indication that they did or that anything was unusual. Rick Peterson immediately stripped down to his swim suit - a very small speedo-type suit, and jumped into the pool saying he had waited all day for a swim. His wife, also in a tiny bikini, followed, and shortly all four of them were in the pool while I sat and watched.

After their swim, they sat in chairs or on chaise lounges and chatted, ignoring me entirely. 

After a while, my uncle wheeled me into the bathroom again and pulled down my suit so I could pee again. I did. Then it was back to the pool deck. And that was the way I spent the afternoon - watching them have a good time, swim off and on, and chatter about different things - politics, sports, whatever while I remained tied to the chair and gagged.

At one point the phone rang and my uncle answered. It turned out it was my soccer friends wondering when I would come so we could go to the movie.

"Tell the whole team to come over," my aunt said. "They might like to see how Justin works out on Saturdays."

I grunted and shook my head.

My uncle said, "Sorry, but Justin's tied up this afternoon and can't go. He'll call you later and explain." I couldn't believe my uncle said that but he has a strange sense of humor and he and my aunt love making puns and plays on words..

At dinner time my aunt and uncle fired up the broiler on the patio, and they fixed chicken. The Petersons had brought salad and there was bread. When it was ready, they sat at a table on the patio - five of us when my chair was added.

Again, my uncle told me that he would remove the tape-gag but it would stay off only so long as I said nothing. One word and it would go back and stay. They fed me dinner, and I remained silent, but after a drink of juice, I forgot and said, "Thanks."

My uncle stood, walked into the kitchen, returned with the roll of tape and the ball they had used the first time they tied me up. He also had the rubber swim cap. 

"I'm sorry," I said. "I forgot."

They said nothing - none of them.

"Please don't gag me," I said. "I'm still hungry. It won't happen again."

On went the cap and my uncle said "Open your mouth."

I did, and in went the ball. Then came the wraps of duct tape, around and around my head below my nose. Under my chin and up over the top of my head. Then around front to back again. This time I was really gagged for good. Then he took tape and wrapped it over my forehead and around the chair, securing my head tight to the chair. Another wrap at the level of my mouth and around the chair really held me firmly.

They finished their meal as if nothing had happened. As it was getting cooler, everyone put on more clothes over their swim suits, and we all went into the house with my uncle pushing my chair. Again he took me to the bathroom. He asked if I needed to do more than pee, and I shook my head, no.

The Petersons stayed well into the evening while they watched television and chatted. Then the Petersons went home. 

I had been bound and gagged since around ten thirty - and it was then nine-thirty, so I had been tied up for eleven hours. At that point, my aunt and uncle untied me from the chair and let me stand. They tied my hands behind my back and wrapped my wrists with duct tape. They left the gag, but otherwise didn't do anything more. 

At bed time, my uncle took me to the bathroom, and then he told me to go to bed, and so I did. I lay on my bed with my hands tied and my gag in place. I thought one of them would come in and untie me after a little while, but it was well after midnight before my uncle came in. He asked if I wanted to be untied, and I grunted and tried to say, "Yes."

"Okay," he said, I'll untie you in the morning, and he left.

So I stayed tied and gagged all night. In the morning my uncle came in and said, "Good morning Bee-Bee. How's the Tag Kid today?" He laughed and then he untied my hands. He left, and I removed the gag, got up and got dressed. 

It was Sunday. When I got to the table my uncle said, "How's Bee-Bee today?"

"I don't get the "Bee-Bee" stuff," I said.

"Bondage Boy," my uncle said.

"It's his new nickname for you," said my aunt laughing. "He thinks it's clever."

"At your school you're a TAG student," my uncle added. "Talent and gifted, if I remember. You're a TAG student here - Tied-up And Gagged." Then he really laughed. "My nephew, Bee-Bee, the TAG Kid."

My aunt and uncle asked me if I had enjoyed being tied up all day and all night. I said that I was stiff and a little sore, but that it had been fun. I couldn't explain why the feeling of being tied was enjoyable and for sure it "excited" me - something they must have noticed since I was wearing only the tight speedo. It was a feeling I can't describe, but I found it a thrill and a pleasure at the same time. And I agreed with my uncle that not knowing what would happen added to the fun.

What had the Petersons thought? Nothing much, said my uncle. They said that if I liked being tied up, I was getting what I enjoyed, and it didn't bother them at all. They said it certainly kept me out of trouble. 

I told my aunt and uncle that I didn't need to think it over at all - I wanted to be tied up again -- something different is possible. Further, I said they could tie me up any time they wanted, without my asking. "Surprise me," I said. 

"Well," said my uncle. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

"I am," I said. "And I understand the conditions. Any time you want, anywhere you want, for as long as you want, wearing whatever you want - and now, without warning and without my asking."

"Well," said my uncle, "There's one more thing, Bee-Bee. If we start to tie you up, it's too late to change your mind, no matter what. If you start this, you can't call it off."

"Okay with me," I said.

My uncle and aunt said they would think it over.

And that's the way we left it.

And that ended my second experience with bondage. I wonder what they will do next time. After it happens, I'll post the story here. I can't explain why I like being tied up. It's strange. Can anyone explain to me why I enjoy bondage?
Justin.

it's been a while since I've read any recent handgagging tales of annie and peter. Hope to hear from you again soon!

Kim let me truss her up again the following day, but this time things turned out a little differently. I had her dress up again almost looking like a leather-clad wonder woman, with knee high leather boots, thick cuff bracelets, leather skirt and spandex top. She looked incredible as always. This time though I hid my digital camera in my gym bag and figured that if I blindfold her I can get away with taking a few snapshots. Well, there she was in a great spread-eagle on her bed. Wrists tightly fastened to the headboard with no slack, and feet of course to the footboard. She could barely move and I was loving it. I blindfolded her and also tape gagged her with duct tape (three pieces). Well I thought this was as good a chance as any. I put her radio on to cover the clicking of the camera, then snapped away. She somehow heard the click and started to really struggle. She almost look distressed so I had to take the tape off. "You took pictures didn't you, you little sXXt! Untie me now". She commanded. "Relax yourself, I only took three". I shot back "Our agreement was NO Pictures", she struggled a little more out of frustration. "Untie me NOW" ", "Relax, I just wanted a few pictures to keep this as like a cherished memory because you're probably the hottest girl I'll have tied up like this for a long time". "Untie me" Her tone was really nasty so I started to undo the ropes. After I had her totally undone she pushed me down on her bed, and help me there. "You want to be an axxhxxx, I'll treat you like one". At this point I'm thinking should I fight her or not. I mean how often can a 15 year old get a hot 20 year old dressed the way she is to tie me up? She circled my wrists probably 5 or 6 times. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget" "What do you mean" I said. "You'll find out". After my wrists she taped my mouth with just one piece of duct tape. I knew if I had to I could pry my lips apart. It would hurt but at least I knew I could do it. She then took my sneakers and socks off, tied my feet, then tied each of my feet spread to the footboard. So there I was on my stomach, hands tied tightly behind me, and feet fastened to the bed. I wasn't going anywhere. She left the room for a few minutes and came back with what looked like a huge peacock feather. I don't know why i didn't think of it until then (actually I was enjoying the situation too much to to think) but it hit me. She was going to tickle my feet and I'm extrememly ticklish. 

"MMMFF mmmmfff" I mmmfed non stop. I started to panic and pulled my mouth open "Kim, please don't aaaahhhhh" She started to tickle me, then went to her dresser. Came back with a washcloth of some kind and tryed to put it in my mouth. i turned my head "no, stop Kim, this isn't funny" She just laughed "I'm the boss now kiddo, open your mouth or I'll force you to". She has such a sexy voice and I almost did, but I thought how the hell is she going to force me to open up. Well she pinched my nose with her left hand. Now I couldn't breath. Panicing I openned up and in went the washcloth by her other hand. 

After applying duct tape all the way around my head, now I really couldn't move or utter a word. A cool/strange sensation came over me. I was actually enjoying this more than tying her up. With her holding me down to the bed, I actually rubbed against it. I know can't go into detail here, so I'll just say that this was feeling great. She then tickled me mercillessly. Not being able to get away was a real rush. I fought to free myself, but she did a great job. I was stuck to the bed. Then probably 10 minutes into the torture, my excitement went too far with all the rubbing against her bed and I popped so to speak. I would never let her know, but suddenly being tied was getting really uncomfortable. I wanted to get out of this position. I wasn't even ticklish any more. After almost no response from me for like 2 minutes, she stopped tickling my feet. "Can't handle any more can you". MMMFfff mmfffmff
Well you can just stay like this for a bit. She left me tied to her bed, left the room and i think went into her living room to watch TV.

 Suddenly, I'm getting all stiff. I liked be under her control, but not like this. I really did want to get free. I guess I like being controlled or dominated, but not to the extent that I'm not in control. Sounds screwy, but my fantasies never went beyond this point. After probably 10 minutes, I started to really try to get free again. "mmmmfff mmmffff" as loud as I could. I jerked her bed a little. She came back in the room. "I think you have too much freedom" she went to her closet and took out this leather belt with rows of holes all the way around. She knelt down and looked me in the eye. "You must be sorry, huh" I knodded yes. "Good, because I'm going to make you more sorry". She managed to take the belt and circle my chest. Sitting on my butt, she cinched it tight. " Now lets see you thrash around like you were" 

Again she left the room. I watched her walk away. I love staring at women in leather boots. As she walked away, I didn't want to get free anymore. Those feelings stirred again. Not being able to move at all makes me horny as hell. After maybe 15 minutes she came back in the room. I struggled a little while she was gone, just enough to feel myself rubbing against the bed. I concluded that confinement was definitely a turn on, and with a hot chick like Kim, she could hold me prisoner all night if she wanted. She sat down on the bed next to me and with herright hand brushed my hair. "mmmmffff" was all I could do. God she's hot as hell. To be continued. My sister is knocking on my door and I can't let her know all that I blackmailed her friend, so until later...

I would be very glad if everyone would post some pics, not only view them!

I had a very attractive cousin who was about 2 or 3 years older than me and was very, very bossy and demanding and she never seamed to like me. She was dropped off at my house and we were to stay home alone for about 3 or 4 hours together because our parents went to a dinner with my grandparents and then to an old friend's afterward. (I don't know why my cousin had to come over) So she was 17 and and me 14. Our swimming pool was open and we both decided to go swimming and after pushing her into the water she wasn't very happy with me. After swimming for a couple of minutes she offered me a deal.

She said " Hey how about we race from the shallow end to the deep and and whoever loses.. has to be the other one's slave."

I instantly became " turned on" at that statement and I told myself I was going to lose on purpose. The term slave sounded good to me because I have always like to be tied up and to be a slave.

I told her " Ok let's race."

I let her get a head start and she beat me by a ton, and she I was going to pay and she asked if I had handcuffs. I got them out and gave them to her. She asked if I liked this and I humbly and lyingly said " What are you talking about?" She ordered me to put my hands behind my back and she cuffed them pretty tightly. Next she got some long thick shoelace and tied my ankles tighytly together. She told me not to say a word or I would be punished. Next she got some rope and tied one end to the shoelaces and wrapped the rope around and around and tied it off in the middle of the handcuffs, i was HOGTIED, tightly and there was no way I could get out on my own.
She had the key and placed in her pants. She got some dark T-shirts of mine and blindfolded me. Next she got a piece of duck tape and rapped it around my mouth once and then again. I was loving this so much!
I was like that for about a half hour until i felt her taking the duct tape off and the blindfold. I was on the floor at the base of my bed and she was barefoot dangling her feet onto my face sitting on the egde of my bed. She had ice cream in a bowl and put her feet all over it and ordered me to eat it up off her feet! I could not believe this, I started and ate every last drop. I was in heaven.

She told me I was pathetic and she rolled me over into my closet and put me in there and locked the door. About an hour later I was able to come out of the closet. 
She threatened that if I did something she'd embarras me in front of everyone about the ice cream ordeal. I agreed and decided that I'd tie myself. I went into the bathroom with my handcuffs and there was a bar going horizontal and I cuffed my hands around it and was just about standing on my tippy toes. I called for my cousin's help and when she seen me stretched out she began to laugh. She started to tickle me and wouldn't stop for the next 10 minutes. I loved it and was let out. I just did other stuff for the rest of the time :)

BTW, Dy; you asked about stories relating to being tied up by cousins...
 
 

If you check out my sister site, Childhood Bound at: http://childhoodbound.50megs.com/ you can read about how I was got but good when I was just 8 or 9 - I think it was that experience which possibly imprinted the joys of being bound n gagged upon my tender young mind... 

Right in the middle of our conversation, Becca sat down next to me, placed an arm around my shoulders, and said, "Hiya lover. Did you tell them the good news?" When I simply stared at her, Becca turned to the guys and said, "Doug and I are getting married."

Tyler stared at Becca and me with a mixture of shock and repulsion. George and Jim, who knew Becca very well, shook their heads with this "here she goes again" look on their faces. And Scott...well, Scott wasn't really paying attention to what Becca said. I vividly recalled my friend staring at Becca with raw lust for the entire weekend. Poor Scott; he had it bad.

Becca and Jim were very impressed with my home, which was on the shores of a lake, and were eager to go swimming. And so we all went swimming--all of us except for Karen, who had successfully avoided swimming in the lake all week because of those "wiggily things" in the water. Karen was a great swimmer; it was just that at that point in her life, she had swam only in swimming pools with crystal clear water. Despite the fact that she did not want to go in the water, this did not stop Karen from putting on a two piece bathing suit. She stood on the dock and watched us splash around in the lake. At one point, I stopped swimming and called for her to come in. Karen actually stood on the very edge of the dock, with her toes hanging over, with this thoughtful gaze on her face, as if she was really considering diving in.

But the choice was taken away from her when George and Tyler ran up from behind Karen and shoved her into the water. 

I swam over to Karen and she clung tightly to me--which wasn't a bad sensation, I might add. My other cousins Donna (14) and Shirley (12), as well as Tyler's sister Mona (12), were screaming for George's and Tyler's blood as they both climbed onto the dock and chased the boys around my back yard. 

"Do you think you can swim over to the dock?" I asked Karen. 

She gave me a small nod. Her raven black hair was plastered to her head. We both swam to the dock, where I put a towel over Karen's shoulders. She appeared to love the attention I was lavishing on her--so much so that she completely ignored the fact that Donna, Shirley and Mona had cornered the boys and were struggling to drag them to the dock. But George and Tyler were doomed when Becca, Jim and Scott climbed out of the water and eagerly joined in the battle. 

They started to drag the boys towards the water when Becca held up her hand and said, "Stop, I have a better idea." Then, with that Cheshire Cat grin spreading across her face, Becca turned to me and asked, "Where do you keep the rope?"

That made everybody really cheerful--everybody except George and Tyler, who immediately began apologizing to Karen. We dragged, carried and shoved the little creeps into the ground floor rec room of my house. I ran up to my room and retrieved my "bondage bag". When I returned to the rec room, I simply handed the "bondage bag" to Becca and stood back to watch the fun. 

Donna bound her little brother's wrists behind his back, while Becca bound Tyler's wrists behind his back. But while George voluntarily placed his hands behind his back, it took both Jim and Scott to hold Tyler in place, while Becca bound him. Once Tyler's wrists were tied behind his back, Becca had him placed face down on the floor of a storage room, which held our winter clothes during these warm summer months. 

When Tyler was in there, she bound his ankles together, then secured them to his wrists via a tight hog-tie. After this was done, Karen had the pleasure of gagging Tyler with duct tape. She also blindfolded him by wrapping a handkerchief around his head, which covered his eyes. 

George fared no better. After Donna bound his wrists behind his back, she and Shirley made him lie right down in the storage room floor next to Tyler, where his legs were tied together at the knees and ankles. Perhaps it was because he didn't struggle as much as Tyler did, but George wasn't hog-tied. Instead, his sisters wrapped another strand of rope around his torso--which had the effect of securing his already bound arms to his sides--and then they allowed Mona to get in on the fun; she gagged George with duct tape, and blindfolded him with a handkerchief.

George and Tyler, who were both barefoot and shirtless, clad only in bathing suits, struggled and writhed in vain against their bonds. I have to admit that I took great pleasure in watching Tyler get trussed up, especially after some of the not so nice things that he did to me while I was tied up at his house. Leave it to Becca to finally get the little creep in ropes. 

Mona knelt back and watched the struggling with pleasure, until she stared at me, Jim and Scott, and said, "Hey, why don't we tie up allall the boys?"

No sooner did she say that then Karen abruptly grabbed me in a bear hug, and wouldn't let go. Mona reached out and tackled my legs, and the three of us fell giggling to the floor. Jim grabbed Scott's arm and tried to run out the storage room with him, but the only exit was blocked by Becca, Donna and Shirley. But I wasn't paying much attention to what was going on there, for I was having my own problems. 

I lay face down on the floor with Karen straddling my back. Mona retrieved the rope and gave some to Karen, who used it to bind my wrists together behind my back. Mona then went down and started binding my ankles together. Like the other boys, I was barefoot and shirtless, and clad only in a swim suit.

As I helplessly lay there, I glanced up and saw that Jim and Scott weren't faring any better. Jim was being bound hand and foot by Donna and Shirley, while Scott was getting the full treatment from Becca. To my knowledge, this was Scott's first tie up game and he certainly enjoyed it...I think. His face was as red as a fully cooked lobster--so much so that Becca actually asked him if he was all right. He just grunted something and nodded his head. 

"So you want me to continue?" Becca asked.

Scott nodded his head and managed to say, "Yeah."

"You're really sick, Scott, you know that?" Becca said with mock disgust, as she resumed binding his wrists. "I thought Doug and Jim were bad, but you're a real pervert."

This brought a round of laughter, mostly from the girls. Poor Scott. I didn't think he could get any redder than he already was, but he did. I decided to defend my friend. "If you gals want to see some real perverts," I boldly said, "then just go look in the mirror."

They all went "Oooooo" at me; even Karen, who rolled me over on my side and taped my mouth. While she did this, Mona was happily working on putting me in a good, firm hog-tie. I saw that Jim and Scott were also hog-tied and gagged. 

Becca, who knelt before the completely bound and helpless Scott, held up her hands and wiggled her fingers. "Now, we have some real fun!" 

And with that, Karen leaned real close towards me and said, "Guess what my three favorite words are? Ticki-Wicki-Woo!" 

It was terrible, let me tell you. Between Karen tickling my body, and Mona, who tickled my bare feet, I was flailing around like a fish out of water. I can't remember too well what happened to the other boys, but I did see Donna come over and lay some tickling hands upon George and Tyler. By the time this horror was over, I lay there, completely spent, with tears in my eyes. Karen practically lay on top of me, using me as a pillow. 

Becca started fanning herself with her hand. "It's getting warm in here. Let's take a break and get some iced tea!"

All of the girls stood up and left the storage room. My fellow captives and I wiggled and writhed around on the floor for several minutes. And the only sounds that could be heard were the muffled grunts under our gags. 

I saw George rubbing his head against the floor, and I realized what he was doing: he was working the blindfold so that it rolled up off of his eyes. Once it was up past his eyes (although he appeared to have a bandanna wrapped around his head) George peered around the room until he saw me. I was the closest one to him, and I just happened to be on my side, with my bound limbs facing him. George, who was the only one of us who wasn't hog-tied, promptly rolled his bound body over to me like a human rolling pin. When we lay back to back, George picked at the knot that bound my wrists until it came loose. 

Once my hands were free, I ignored my bound legs and gagged mouth and immediately rolled over and untied George's hands. I didn't know when our captors would return, so I wanted as many people untying themselves as possible in whatever amount of time we had left. When George's hands were free, he ignored his bound legs while he instantly freed Tyler's hands. By this time, I had pulled off my gag and got my legs free. I went over and untied Scott. George went over to untie Jim. 

While we pulled the rope from our bodies, we swore vengeance against the girls. Our revenge would be swift and merciless. 

And it would also have to wait--for when we were all free, George, Jim, Tyler, Scott and myself went looking for the girls, and we found them...with my mother. 

Becca, Donna, Shirley, Mona and Karen all sat with my Mom on the back porch. I couldn't get over the sweet little smiles the girls had, as if they were all a bunch of cherubic little angels who never did anyone any harm. When my mother asked us if we would like lunch, we quickly agreed. What else could we do? The game was on hold for now. 

But right after lunch, the bondage madness resumed. And while things didn't exactly work out the way I had planned, I still had a ball. That story will be next. As always, thanks for reading. 

I don’t have a clue as to who Candy is and now I have to spend the summer with her and since she doesn’t know anyone, Dad thinks it a good idea for me to stick around and make Candy feel welcomed. So the parents leave at 7:00 and I’m out the door at 7:15 for my morning jog. I way a big track star so every weekday morning I would run 3 to 5 miles rain or shine. Now that first day I returned home sweaty as normal. I go up to my room and strip down to my running shorts and head to the bathroom for a shower. I heard the radio playing in Candy’s room so I figured she was in there. I walked into the bathroom and first thing I see is Candy in the bathtub. She is laying back with her head under the water getting the shampoo out of her hair. I stood there frozen watching the water run over the largest breasts I had seen to that point in my life. Once she came up out of the water and pulled back her hair she saw me. We both just starred for a minute then I stuttered I was sorry, I didn’t know she was in there and backed out. A bit later she came out wearing her terrycloth bathrobe looking at the floor as she walked past my room. I went in and took my shower. After I got out and got dressed I went to Candy’s room to talk to her about what happened. I could hear her crying as I knocked on the door. She didn’t saying anything so I walked and found her laying on her bed curled up crying. I told her it was an accident earlier and I was sorry I didn’t leave right away. She told me she didn’t care about that, she didn’t feel like she should be in this house. We started talking and she told me she was thinking about running away. I told her not to and to give it a chance to work out. Being one that enjoyed tying up girls I told her I would tie her up so she couldn’t leave. She laughed and smiled when I said that. I told her to get dressed and we could talk more if she wanted. I went to my room and thought of ways I could get her tied up. 

Luck was on my side. Soon Candy was at my bedroom door. She was thanking me for talking to her, she was feeling better. I told her I was serious about tying her up if I needed to and pulled out a length of rope. She smiled again and said she only been tied up once before when she was younger and wrestling with her Dad. He tied her up and left her in her room for an hour before returning to untie her. I got really bold and walked up to her and told her to turn around and put her hands behind her back. She did without hesita

I don’t have a clue as to who Candy is and now I have to spend the summer with her and since she doesn’t know anyone, Dad thinks it a good idea for me to stick around and make Candy feel welcomed. So the parents leave at 7:00 and I’m out the door at 7:15 for my morning jog. I way a big track star so every weekday morning I would run 3 to 5 miles rain or shine. Now that first day I returned home sweaty as normal. I go up to my room and strip down to my running shorts and head to the bathroom for a shower. I heard the radio playing in Candy’s room so I figured she was in there. I walked into the bathroom and first thing I see is Candy in the bathtub. She is laying back with her head under the water getting the shampoo out of her hair. I stood there frozen watching the water run over the largest breasts I had seen to that point in my life. Once she came up out of the water and pulled back her hair she saw me. We both just starred for a minute then I stuttered I was sorry, I didn’t know she was in there and backed out. A bit later she came out wearing her terrycloth bathrobe looking at the floor as she walked past my room. I went in and took my shower. After I got out and got dressed I went to Candy’s room to talk to her about what happened. I could hear her crying as I knocked on the door. She didn’t saying anything so I walked and found her laying on her bed curled up crying. I told her it was an accident earlier and I was sorry I didn’t leave right away. She told me she didn’t care about that, she didn’t feel like she should be in this house. We started talking and she told me she was thinking about running away. I told her not to and to give it a chance to work out. Being one that enjoyed tying up girls I told her I would tie her up so she couldn’t leave. She laughed and smiled when I said that. I told her to get dressed and we could talk more if she wanted. I went to my room and thought of ways I could get her tied up. 

Luck was on my side. Soon Candy was at my bedroom door. She was thanking me for talking to her, she was feeling better. I told her I was serious about tying her up if I needed to and pulled out a length of rope. She smiled again and said she only been tied up once before when she was younger and wrestling with her Dad. He tied her up and left her in her room for an hour before returning to untie her. I got really bold and walked up to her and told her to turn around and put her hands behind her back. She did without hesitation and I tied her wriest together. I walked her to her room and blindfolded her with a scarf she had laying over a chair. I told her that the only times I’d seen her smile is when I mentioned tying her up so I figured to make her happy that’s what I should do. She said yes she likes it and I could do whatever I wanted with her. I had her lay on her bed and tied her in a tight hogtie. We talked for an hour with her like that then I untied her and she agreed to let me tie her up whenever I wanted. She said she really felt like she belonged now. 

That night after dinner we watched a movie as a family. Candy and I went into the kitchen to get popcorn and drinks and she said she wanted me to tie her up again. I told her tomorrow I’ll do it and she said she would come to my room after our parents went to bed. I said fine I’ll have the ropes ready. Nothing more was said about that as we went to bed after the movie. I stayed awake for a couple hours waiting but then figured she changed her mind and went to sleep. I was awoken as Candy tapped me on my shoulder. She was wearing only a bathrobe I could see as I woke up. She asked if I would prefer my slave with or without clothes as she dropped the bathrobe. She then bowed her head and put her hands behind her back. I tied her kneeling with her hands behind her back tied to her ankles. I gagged and blindfolded her and kept her like that until my alarm went off at 5:00. Later I learned she had read the Story of O and it was her favorite book. I had not but she had her own copy so she loaned it to me to read. She became my O for three years before she left for college. Even thought we are both married now we still meet a few times a month for her to be my slave. Funny how things are, her husband won’t even tie her up. He tried it once and didn’t like doing that. 

'Ciao.

There is something you need to understand, however, about letting someone tie you up. Ultimately, the one who is being tied up is the one who is truly in control. At least that is the way it is SUPPOSED to be. When I have someone tie ME up, I tell that person what my limits are, and what I do not enjoy and what I do not want done to me. The person doing the tying...if they truly respect me and I truly trust them...will respect my wishes. Even though the tier appears to be in control...it is actually the tyee. Please remember this. 
 
 

I am concerned that your uncle is taking advantage of you. It might be fun now...but he is insisting that it is his way or no way when he ties you up. You might be enjoying it now...but what if he does something that you absolutely hate? Would he stop? Have you thought about these things? 
 
 

You can talk to anyone who is into the love bondage scene, and they will agree with me...the person being tied sets the limits...not the person doing the tying. 
 
 

Keep in mind, also, that you are legally still a minor. He is treading on thin ground by doing some of the things you are describing. If he touches you in any private place or sexually assaults you, he could be in big trouble. 
 
 

You have opened up a big can of worms by telling your aunt and uncle that they can tie you up anytime, anywhere. Before your next experience, talk to them about what your boundaries are. If you don't set boundaries, you might end up regretting what happens. And if they refuse to RESPECT your boundaries...that would speak volumes. It would onluy mean that they also do not respect you as a person. 
 
 

Don't let anyone manipulate you into being tied up by saying, "You will do everything I say or else you won't get tied up." That amounts to sheer manipoulation. 
 
 

I understand that being tied up is fun. I enjoy it as well. It gives me an endorphin rush, kind of like the thrill of riding a roller coaster. Add to that the hormonal thrill of being tied up, I can really understand how you feel. But don't lose your head over this. Please...for your own emotionao health...talk to your aunt and uncle about boundaries. Any tier-upper who does not respect the tyee's boundaries should not even be tying you up in the first place. 
 
 

Think about it, okay, Justin? We care.

I am assuming that your tales are true in all respects and therefore I'd like to add my 2 cents worth.
 
 

I could not agree more with Keith's comments regarding limits and safety. It is nothing more than basic commonsense to set limits beforehand. Additionally, I feel very uncomfortable about you being tied up and left alone for long periods of time - it is definitely a risky thing to do (I'm sure I do not have to spell out why)
 
 

FOR JUSTIN'S UNCLE
 
 

Having said that, if you do read this page along with Justin, please but please work with Justin upon setting limits which are safe, sane and consensual. Yes, I understand that half the thrill lies in being bound and gagged and dependant on another person to release him and Justin obviously gets off on that concept as well. Even so. Setting limits does not diminish any of this but it does make the person being bound feel much better - not to mention the obvious safety benefits.
 

Cheebahn

My parents have been away on business, and that's why I stay with my aunt and uncle. But my folks are due back in about four days, and I wondered if my aunt and uncle would tie me up again one more time before they returned. Last weekend, the first weekend in May, was the final weekend before my parents return and I knew that would have to be the time for my next tie-up as my aunt and uncle said I wouldn't miss any school because I was tied up. They have also promised me that I wouldn't be hurt in any way. 

Friday evening, nothing happened, and I was really disappointed, although I didn't say anything to them. I knew my aunt was having a catered lunch party around the swimming pool on Saturday so they wouldn't have me tied up then. Sunday they would be away with friends and they said they would never leave me alone when I was tied up. I went to bed Friday a bit let down.

Sometime in the night - I have no idea when, I woke up feeling something happening to my arms. I'm a sound sleeper, so didn't realize what was going on at first - but quickly understood that my arms were up over my head stretched out, and being tied to the corners of my bed. It was dark in the room, so I couldn't see who was doing it, but there were two people and I assumed it was my aunt and uncle. I started to say something, but a hand was quickly put across my mouth. I struggled with the rope that held my wrists, and then felt someone grab one leg and stretch it out and tie rope around it, then the other leg the same so that I was fully stretched out to all four of the corners of the bed and not able to move much. The hand came off my mouth, and when I opened it to say something, someone shoved in a large ball, raised my head, and did something behind my head. Then someone put tape on my eyes. The ball kept me from saying anything understandable, and the rope held my arms and legs firmly. Next I felt something at my side - I wear only boxer shorts when I sleep - and something was happening to them. Then I felt something cold moving against my side, and then the other side and the shorts were pulled away - they had cut the shorts on each side and removed them. I was naked.

Finally, I heard a deep voice say, "Now we have the adults and the kid are all tied up, we can search the house and split."

Then something went into my right ear, and I heard music, then my left ear, and tape or something went over my ears. holding the ear-plugs in place All I heard was the music. I was tied stretched-out on the bed, nude, gagged, blindfolded, and ears blocked with some kind of earphones that were held in place. It was wild!

It may have been my imagination, but I thought I saw three or four light flashes. Hard to tell. It might have been my aunt as she has a digital camera and always takes a few pictures of me when I'm tied up. She says she's putting them in an album that she will show me some day.

I don't know how long I was there, but it seemed like hours and hours. I squirmed around, but couldn't move very much. Finally, after I thought I would be there forever, I felt something gently pulling the tape over my eyes. As I adjusted to the light (it was day time by then) I saw my uncle looking down on me and smiling with my aunt behind him. He pulled the tape from my ears and removed the ear-plug-phones.

"Good morning, Bee-Bee. How are you?"

"Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmm" was about all I could say around the ball in my mouth.

My aunt left and my uncle untied my right arm, and held it while he untied my left arm, then he sat me up, pulled my arms behind my back, and tied them together - this time with one of those white plastic ties that the police use. It zipped into place quickly and firmly. He then untied my legs. 

"You go to the bathroom," he said, "and then come on to the kitchen if you want any breakfast." And he left.

I went to the bathroom, and while there looked in the mirror and saw a large red ball in my mouth, held by what looked like a thin leather strap that was buckled behind my head. My arms were tied at the wrists with the plastic police tie, and I still had no clothes on. I was reluctant to strut into the kitchen naked, although my aunt had already seen me on the bed, but I didn't have much choice. Sheepishly I snuck in, and sat down quickly. My uncle laughed and said to my aunt, who had her back turned, "Bee-bee, the TAG kid is here for breakfast."

My aunt brought out her camera, and made me stand and took my picture. I was really embarrsed.

"Well," she said, walking over still looking at me. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mmmm" I said, nodding my head.

"Hungry?"

"Mmmmmm" I said, nodding again.

"Did you think you were being tied up by robbers last night?" my aunt asked.

"Mmm Mmmmm" I said, indicating no by shaking my head.

"I didn't think you would," she laughed. "It was your crazy uncle's idea to try to scare you."

"We'll take off the gag," said my uncle, but remember the rules. "One word and it goes back and that's the end of breakfast."

I had learned my lesson the last time. I sat, hands tied, while they fed me breakfast. When they were done, my uncle told me to open my mouth again, and in went the gag which he told me was called a "ball-gag" and he said that he had bought it at a local store, along with a few other bondage things that I would see eventually. He cinched the gag up tight.

My aunt and uncle chatted about the luncheon that was due to start and that the women guests would begin arriving between eleven and Noon. They discussed some details, made some decisions and agreed on tasks to be completed The caterer would come at ten or ten-thirty, my aunt said. It was seven-thirty then. I was up earlier than usual for a Saturday.

My uncle looked at me and told me to enjoy myself for a couple of hours, but stay out of the way and that he would "deal with me" before the caterer arrived." 

I looked down at myself, and up at him, trying to indicate that I was uncomfortable being naked. But my uncle paid no attention, so when my aunt was busy with dishes, I got up and walked into the den and sat there "out of the way." With my hands tied, I could still work the remote for the television, so I watched TV for a while. Then I walked around, looking at the preparations for the luncheon. It was really strange, wandering around the house with my hands tied, gagged, and naked.

I waited patiently the two hours. At 9:30 I expected my uncle to come and release me. He came, but he didn't let me go. Instead he took me into the kitchen. There he cautioned me not to speak, and he removed the ball gag. He replaced it with the small ball he had used before, he put on my rubber swim cap, and he began sealing my mouth with wraps of duct tape, around and around, under my chin and over my head. 

"We need to be sure you don't make any noise during the party," he explained. 

So, I was to remain tied during the party? A surprise!!!!

My uncle took cutters and removed the plastic tie that held my wrists. He then brought out padded leather cuffs linked together by short chain of about one inch. He put one cuff on each wrist, adjusted them to the right size, and locked each in place with a small padlock. They were comfortable, but I thought he had made a mistake putting them on in front as I could reach up and remove the gag if I wanted.

My aunt looked over at me, and said, "Derek (my uncle's name), have him wear something - just in case."

"In case what?"

"In case someone finds him."

"Nobody will find him."

"I don't care, just in case he shouldn't be nude."

My uncle went into another room, and returned with one of his thong swim suits - a black one. He had me step into it, and he pulled it up into place. I had never worn a thong before, and it felt really strange.

Then my uncle led me outside past the swimming pool. At the far end of the patio, there is a small building which has two dressing rooms and a third room that is for storage although there has never been anything stored in it. The third room is enclosed by two-inch-wide wooden slats about a half inch apart. This ventilation, my uncle said once, is so that it would be safe for chemical storage. My uncle opened the door and I went inside with him following me - there almost wasn't enough room for two of us. Against the back wall, I noticed a number of new eye-bolts in the wood and in various places. My uncle had been busy.

My uncle reached into a bag he was carrying, and pulled out a bungie cord about a foot long. He attached one end to an eye-bolt in the ceiling, then he stood me up against the back and had me raise my arms. He ran the bungie cord down under the wrist cuffs, and back up to the ceiling where he hooked the other end into the eye-bolt. There was some give, but my arms were securely fastened over my head. No way to reach the gag then. He secured the ends of the bungie cord to the eye-bolt so they wouldn't come loose if I jiggled or tried to move them.

He tied ropes to each ankle, had me spread my legs, and secured each leg to eye-bolts in the corners of the shed so that I could no longer bring my legs together. There were eye-bolts along the wall at both of my sides. He used more bungie cords to go from one side to the other, over my belly, chest, and one at head level over my mouth. He then took tape and taped the mouth cord in place so it wouldn't slip. I was then held fast against the wall of the shed, arms secure over my head, gagged, and going nowhere.

"There," he said. "You can look out a bit between the slats and see some of the party if you want."

My aunt showed up with her camera and took a few pictures of me.

Then my uncle closed the door, and I heard him fasten the hasp and put a lock on it so that nobody would accidentally open it and find me. It was dark inside so nobody would see what was inside.

I stood there, and between the slats I could sort of see the caterer who had started setting up. After a bit, somebody came to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. It was my aunt who looked inside, and after seeing me, said, "I wanted to couble check that he did a good job so that you wouldn't get away during the party. Say something."

"Ummmm uhmmmm uhhhmmm," I managed through the gag.

"Good," she said. "I doubt that anyone out here could hear you. Can you see much around the pool?"

I nodded my head, yes. I could see some of what was happening.

She shut the door, and locked it.

Eventually women started to arrive. Most quickly changed into their swim suits, and since it was a women-only party (nobody knew I was kind-of watching), some of the suits were very skimpy, although none as skimpy as the string bikini my aunt wore in private. I really got a thrill watching them parade around in their suits. I was really glad they couldn't see me.

Later, they started eating. Three women and my aunt sat at one of the tables that was next to the shed where I was bound and gagged. They chatted for a while, and spent a lot of time discussing one of their friends who had been caught by her husband having an affair. They really raked her over the coals, although I wasn't sure whether they were upset because she had the affair or that she got caught because she hadn't been careful.

They discussed a few more things, and then one of the ladies, who I knew as one of my aunt's best friends, asked, "Where's Justin? I thought we would see him here today."

"Oh," said my aunt, "Justin's around, I suppose. He probably didn't want to be involved with a bunch of women."

"He sure is fortunate to have you and Derek to take care of him when his folks are away," she continued.

"Yes," said my aunt, "and he's a pleasure to have here. We really enjoy him." (Then my aunt started off on one of her 'double-meaning' joke trips - she enjoys puns and phrases with two meanings). "You know," she added, "Justin and his uncle have been doing a lot of bonding lately."

"That's nice," the women agreed.

"Yes, Derek's been really showing the boy the ropes, but you know kids. Justin still gets himself into things now and then that he can't get himself out of. Derek lets him sweat it out for a while, then comes to his rescue."

"He gets into trouble?"

"Oh no, he's not into trouble. Just problems at school or with homework and especially with his hobbies. He's in a special program at school for bright students - Derek says that Justin is a real TAG student in more ways than one. His parents will be back in four days," my aunt continued, "but the last week in May and the first two weeks in June they will be in New Orleans for another conference. So he'll be back with us."

That was news to me - and I realized that my parents would be gone during the end of the school year - when there were parties that I had hoped to attend. Last year they made me stay home and miss the parties because they said they didn't want me to get into any trouble. I figured my aunt and uncle wouldn't know what was going on, and this year I could attend. One I really wanted to go to was with my soccer team. My girl friend would be at one of the parties too, so we might really have fun.

The conversation then drifted to other things, and I listened, not being able to do much else. The women swam more, so I didn't hear much after that. Later in the afternoon they started leaving, and I saw the caterer clean up and go.

Then my uncle came, and I knew everyone was gone as he was in one of his thong suits. He unlocked the door, came into the shed, and released me from the bungie cords and tape. He unlocked the cuffs, put my arms behind my back, and fastened them with another police-plastic-tie. He untied my legs which were a bit stiff. He did not remove the gag. He led me to the bathroom, where he let me use the toilet. Then he replaced my thong suit, and led me to the pool. 

"Join me for a swim and then we'll eat," he said. "Your aunt's been eating and nibbling all afternoon so she's not hungry."

I moved around in the water, but with your hands bound, swimming is rather difficult. After the swim he dried himself and me off, then we went into the kitchen. My uncle carefully removed my tape and ball gag, cautioned me not to speak, and fed me dinner which my aunt had prepared mostly from left-overs from the luncheon.

My uncle then took me to the bathroom again, then led me into the den, and cut the plastic tie on my wrist. He then brought out rope, and tied me up exactly the way he had the first time, securing my wrists behind my back, my legs at the ankles, above and below my knees, and then a strict hog-tie. He used the duct tape to tape all of the bindings and my hands like he had before. The only thing different was that he took tape and taped my eyes shut. It was turning out to be a long long day of bondage. But I was enjoying it.

I lay there for a long time, and my aunt and uncle watched television. I heard them moving around, doing something - I couldn't tell what. I guessed it was about eight o'clock by the program on television, when my aunt came over and slowly removed the tape from my eyes. As my eyes adjusted to the light, she said "I have a surprise for you - company." She stepped away, and I saw that laying next to me on the floor, bound the same way that I was and gagged, was my uncle - still in his thong swim suit. 

"You see, Justin," my aunt said, "your uncle has been really enjoying tying you up and finding new ways to do it. But he's been complaining that you're having all the fun. So I told him that I could fix that, and he let me tie him the same way that you're tied. He said he wanted to see what it felt like for an hour or two."

She stood and held up her camera and took pictures of both of us, and went back to the couch and went on watching television. My uncle and I squirmed around on the floor, watching each other and making unintelligible noises. We tried to get together to see if we could untie each other, but the tape prevented that.

After two hours, my aunt announced that she was tired. It had been a long day and the luncheon wore her out. She walked over to me, and said, "Justin, your uncle had decided to keep you bound and gagged all night tonight - and into tomorrow. It was to be a long session for you to test your limits. But now I'm changing the rules."

There was an "umpfff" from my uncle who's eyes looked startled.

"He will indicate to me when to untie you. And then you will tell me when to untie him. You cannot tell me to untie him until you are untied. So the longer he lets you remain tied, the longer he remains tied. That's my new rules."

"Mmmmmm Mmmmmmm MMMmmmmm Uphhhhhhhh," came from my uncle who looked really upset and squirmed around looking up at my aunt.

"Sorry, Derek," she smiled, "but you know the rules - once you are tied up, you stay as long as I want, where I want, dressed like I want. Those are your rules and they now apply to you too."

My uncle made a lot of noise, but it didn't get him anywhere. "I'm going to change for bed," my aunt said, "and I'll come back and give you one chance to tell me whether or not to untie Justin. If you don't give me a sign, you both stay here all night."

She was gone about thirty minutes. Then she came back.

"Well," she said. "Do I untie him?"

My uncle shook his head, no.

She turned and started to leave the room, but then he made more noise, and she looked back. He was nodding his head, yes.

My aunt untied me. It took a while, and I was happy that it was over as it had been a long long time since they came into my room and bound me during the night. I was really stiff, and my mouth ached.

"Well, Justin," when do we untie your uncle?"

"Did he really want to keep me tied up all night?"

"Oh, yes," she said. He was shaking his head, no and making noise in his gag.

"Then, let's not untie him until morning," I said.

"He may get even with you later," she cautioned.

"I don't care - let him go in the morning."

My uncle really made lots of noise, but I went off to bed and I slept well. No way would he come into my room during the night - I was sure of that.

In the morning I was up really early and down to the den to free my uncle, but he wasn't there. I went back to bed. Much later, at breakfast, he walked in and joined me and my aunt who was fixing the meal. 

"I untied him this morning as you instructed," she said.

I could see deep rope marks on his wrists, on his legs, and around his body, so I knew he had been tied until fairly recently.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Just you wait," he said, "You'll pay for this and pay dearly. But yes, it was fun. Your aunt made it a great pleasure, and that's all I'll say."

I had really enjoyed my third time being tied up by my aunt and uncle, and was sorry that my parents are due home in a few days. But I would be back with my aunt and uncle at the end of the month and maybe they will tie me up again then. 

Since this happned, a couple of people, Keith and Mason, have written advice to me and my aunt and uncle on this web page. We appreciate your comments a lot. But we've talked it over and think our agreement is best. I agree with Keith that being bound and gagged gives me (as Keith says), "an endorphin rush, kind of like the thrill of riding a roller coaster." I love it. But I love not knowing what they will do. I enjoy having my uncle in control. My aunt has assurred me that she'll keep an eye on us and guarantee that nothing harms me. That's the way I like it. I don't know when I'll get tied up again but when it happens, I'll write about it here.
Justin - alias BeeBee the TAG Kid.

Hmmm... I'm not entirely comfortable with that but I was thinking... what about a compromise?
 
 

I still think it is essential to have some kind of safety word/gesture/grunt code which u can use in case of real emergency - what about agreeing on one that you can use ONLY in case of genuine emergency otherwise a forfeit is payable (e.g like a longer tie-up) for using it just because you felt uncomfortable or got bored?
 
 

Please think about it.

 I agree with Mason 100% on this,what your aunt and uncle or doing,is far from being a GAME.It is also NOT love bondage. A very IMPORTANT thing in ANY tie up games,is,when the person being tied up changes his or her mind,for whatever reason,the game is OVER,end of story.ALSO you NEVER leave a person tied up and gagged OVERNIGHT,let alone unattened,this is just pure commons sense,what happens if you are bound gagged,no one else is around and all of a sudden you cant breathe??

 I have a question for you Justin,do your parents KNOW what your aunt and uncle do to you? If they dont,they SHOULD.
You will have to excuse the 'preaching,but I have been into love bondgae,ever since I was a kid,so I know how you feel,but you have to be so carfull,evan with realatives!!I have been on both ends of the game,but I get bad "vibes" from what they are doing to you,evan though you say you enjoy it. I wince at some of the things these ADULTS are doing to you,PLEASE be very carefull,listen to mason,myself and the rest of us,we have the years of experiance on our side,Your games are becomeing dangerous,and evan ccrule and mean

 I have just one other question for you Justin, have you ever heard of a guy named chris,that use to post a LOT on the dreambooks??

What your Aunt and Uncle are doing just isn't safe or responsible. One of them should be sitting by you at all times, to make sure that nothing goes wrong. If you had started choking, or began having some kind of seizure while in that shed, there would have been no way that your Uncle could have gotten that lock opened, and helped you in time.

Once, she tied me up all night (clingwrapped from head to toe and lashed down on the bed) and I was left like that all night until the next morning. The BIG difference was that she was next to me at all times. I was gagged only while she was still awake. While my partner slept, I was left ungagged in case I experienced problems and had to wake her.
 
 

Therein lies the difference.
 

Please notice,we didnt say STOP playing,just to be carefull,thats all :)

 HOWEVER Justin,has read all the advise,and his choice is to pretty much ignore it,though I think his uncle is influeing him,never the less the FINAL choice is Justins,and with that said< I will not"bug" him,we older guys( in the sense we have more years in the tie up/bondage area ) just want him or ANYBODY else who is under 18 to be very carefull and safe:) well hell I want everybody to be safe,but I do worry about teens who get into the tie up games with adults.STAY COOL & SAFE :)

is anyone in hear from upstate NY?

I don't think that they are bothering him, rather more concerned.

Those of us who are into tying and gagging--and being tied and gagged--cannot ever look at this subject objectively because of the way it affects us. But those who have no interest in it would probably react in shock to see a 16-year old tied up and gagged as if there was nothing wrong.
 
 

Plus...Justin is an excellent writer, and if he is truly one of those gifted and talented students (and I believe he is)...there is no question in my mind that he could also be a very good storyteller. But only HE knows for sure.
 
 

Then the account of his being tied up nude in the presence of his aunt and uncle? If that is true, I would wonder about their sanity, doing such things with not just a family member, but a minor as well. Even those of us who enjoy bondage would not approve of what they are alleged to have done, and they could easily get in serious trouble with the law if what they are doing is true. Nothing shocks me these days, though, so anything is possible. But if it IS true...may God help all of us, especially those of us who have trouble controlling our appetite for bondage.
 
 

My main concern is that there is a lack of innocence in the stories of his tieup games and too much thrill-seeking and possibilities of danger involved. This forum was designed for innocent, nonsexual tieup games, not stories of perverted adults taking advantage of relatives who are minors.
 
 

And if the stories are true, the long-term effects on Justin could be very serious, even though he may not realize it now.
 
 

Let us hope and pray that his stories are fiction.

So if you're here, respond to this, ok?

I am a former high school English teacher, and I did everything I could to avoid having students misconstrue my actions. To be honest, I find your story very hard to believe. And if it IS true, instead of you being grounded for four months, the teacher should have been fired. At 18 you were not a minor, but her standards of professionalism were certainly not evident. A teacher should be a friend to her students, but definitely not a pal, and in no way should she engage in that kind of activity with a student. 
 

Not that I didn't have fantasies about my students tying ME up (I prefer being tied), but never would I have even considered acting upon them. Never.

Adam: there is plenty of bondage chatrooms on this server: irc.bondage.com (mirror: irc.handcuff.com). There is an Italian one there too, its name is Il_Castello. Have fun!
 

Try WhiteLords site - if I can recall correctly, he has some nice vidcaps from the movie 'Bound' there. The URL is: http://www.crosswinds.net/~thewhitelord/disclaimer.html

OK, I understand and I know that I am not an expert. But if the lips are sealed, Bee-bee the TAG Kid should not risk that because if the gasp takes air into the lungs, the air should come in through the nose and not through the mouth since no air can enter a taped up mouth.

I knocked on the door at her house and Susan answered, inviting me in. We went into her bedroom and I couldn't help but notice that no one else was home. Susan told me that her parents were divorced and that her dad had moved out and her mom would be at work for several more hours. We opened our math books and started to talk about algebra. She was sitting on the bed in a pair of white shorts, a tight blue tube top shirt which showed off her beautiful stomach and was barefooted. We were flirting between math problems when the subject changed to differences between men and women. Susan insisted that women could do anything that men could and she had a way to prove it. I agreed to let her try, as my curiosity was heightened.
 

Susan told me turn around and put my hands my back. Suddenly, she produced some nylon rope which she wound several times around my crossed wrists and secured with multiple knots. Then, she bent me over the headboard of her bed, my head facing towards the foot of the bed, and secured the ends of the rope from my wrists around my waist and the headboard, securing me in this bent over position. Finally, she took the remaining rope from my waist and wrapped it several times around my ankles, leaving me completely bound and helpless, my stomach supporting the brunt of my weight.
 

I stared at Susan in disbelief as I squirmed against the rope, finding that I could not get free and that she was now in control. I told her that I agreed with her now about women being equal and would she please untie me. "Not yet", she said. "I'm going to torture you for awhile first to make sure you know who's boss". I pleaded with her as she sat down on the bed in front of me to please let me go. "Quiet", she ordered and she placed the sole of her foot over my mouth to keep me quiet. I struggled and began to yelp against her foot which was quite smelly, but she grabbed a roll of duct tape and began wrapping it around my head and over my mouth, gagging me and silencing my cries. "That should keep you quiet for a while", she said.
 

Susan then spent the next two hours tickling me in the ribs, under my arms, on the bottom of my feet and under my chin, causing me to buck and struggle against the headboard with all my might, but without success of escape. At times, I was brought to tears, and she would laugh and tell me it was for my own good to learn about the inner strength of women. When she finally removed the gag, my arms, legs and stomach ached from my predicamant, and I begged her again to let me go. She admitted that I'd had enough and untied me. I raced home on my bike and avoided Susan for the rest of the semester, hoping to never again be "Captured". 

i love the stories that people are putting on this site and just wanted to say that this is my first one and i think that whoever tells the stories about Dawn, Heather, Sam, and Frank are the best ones. and i like the story about a girl named stacy and that she is in to self-bondage and she got caught by her sister and her friend when she couldnt get untied. if u read this stacy, will u e-mail me. i loved your story. everyone keep the stories coming about tying up girlfriends, friends, relatives, or if you even are into self-bondage just keep the stories coming.

I can remember a few instances of being involved in or helping another person tie up somebody else. I am into the ham radio hobby and one of the favorite activites of ham radio operators is going out camping or to a loca lpark or where ever and setting up tents, generators, putting up wire antennas between trees or what ever, Well anyway, I was already out of high school for one year, but still hung around with my ham radio buddies that were still in high school and in the high school ham radio club, Well, one weekend, they went up to a Park/camping area where commercial electrical power was available, anyway, one of my friends, his name was Mark, was goofing around as everybody was getting the equipment hooked up and antenna wires strung up, (Plenty of rope laying around every where and Mark (Who I think was about 17 or 18 then) anway, he went to climb a tree just for the fun of it and as he was climbing back down the tree, one of the other guys (I can't remember his name, but, he picks up a big long piece of cotton rope and Mark was still about 2 feet up the tree, when this other guy grabbed his arms and stretched it around the tree trunk, tied his wrist together and pulled his arm really tight around tree trunk, then he started to tied his ankles to the tree (Mark's feet were still about a foot off the ground or so.) and wrapped the rope around the tree trunk and back around his ankles, then up his lower legs, below and above the knees, then his thighs and waist and I mean, this guy really was wrapping the rope really tight around him, Well, Mark was begging me to stop him, but, I ended up helping this other guy tie him even futher!
so, there was mark, fully fastened to the tree trunk so tight that he was suspended there as his feet were still 12 inches or so off the ground and he could'nt move at all in any direction, So, there he hanged for 10 or 15 mints with his arms stretched out behind him tied at the wrist wrapped around the tree trunk with the rest of his body also fully secured to the tree trunk. (I can't imagine what that did to his circulation, etc. ) Anyway, I never have seen anybody tied up that secure before! Anyway, me and my other friends finally unsecured the ropes and let him down. Why did his friend tie him to begin with? Who knows! There was rope there and Mark was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he became the victim! Of course once it started I got involved as well encouraging the whole thing and ignored his pleads for help! At least he was'nt blind folded or gagged! 
 
 

Another situation that occured was when I was about 15 years old and in a local Boy Scout troop in my town. Our troop went on a weekend camping trip by a lake side, anyway, Late Saturday afternoon I think it was, Mike was practicing with knot ties and then he started to practice his knot tie'ing on this other scout (This other kid was still wet with his swim suit on, anyway, Mike wrapped a around his waist, then made a croutch rope loop (Similar to those rock climber type of harness loop or some thing like that, anyway, he tied another rope to the rope that went tightly around his waist, but his hands and arms were free and there happened to be this other scout climbing up in a tree limb about 15 feet off the ground about 50 feet or so away, so, Mike takes the rope attached to the boys waist rope and pulls him (Hey, this is where I started to help, so, we both pulled him to the spot which was underneath the tree limb where that other scout climbing on above us, Anyway, Mike threw the rope that was attached to the waist rope up to the kid who was straddling the tree limb, then Mike picked this kid up about 2 or feet off the ground and the kid up in the tree loops and ties the rope to the tree limb, and so, there he was, hanging from that rope, although he was able to hang on to the rope with his hands, then Mike started to push him so as to cause him to swing up really high back and forth as the rope went up 15 feet to the tree limb aaand this allowed some big wide swing arcs and this he did not like at all!! He kept trying to untie the knots, but could'nt reach them, Anyway, I think some of the other scouts tried ticking him, etc, I don't remember a lot of the details, But he was left hanging there for about 45 mints or so. Anyway, Since I helped in his tie up, he threaten that he would tie me up by my feet to a tree later that night and that he would come after me once I fell asleep later that night, I said to my self, no way! well, the threat was never carried out, but I was on the alert and did not sleep that night! Anyway, I bet a lot of tie up games goes on in the Boy Scouts or Cub Scouts since they are into rope tie'ing, knots and all that stuff! 

Then there was my Navy days and all the hazing that goes along with it,including tie ups, etc. well I won't go into that! Again, I always mananged to escape those situations, Guys getting tied up, hanged by their feet and greased with a grease gun and all that kind of fun stuff! 
 
 

Anyway, that is my contribution for what's it's worth!

Bill

On Saturday they invited me and some of my friends to come and swim in their pool. I went in the morning and my friends were supposed to come after lunch. When I got there, I put on my swim suit and then walked to the pool but my uncle took me put me on a pad and tied my hands behind my back and more rope around my chest. He had me lay on the pad and he tied my legs and made a hog-tie and he put the ball gag in my mouth. So I was tied up again. My uncle sat in his chair next to me and read the newspaper. My aunt took pictures of me and then sat and read her book. My uncle said he was thinking of keeping me tied up until my friends came so that could see me tied but he was joking. They sat until lunch. Then my uncle untied me and said that would be all.

My uncle said that he had been reading things people said on this page and that he figures he has been making mistakes and doing dangerous things with me, so he said that things will change in the future but he didn't say how. So after lunch I swam in the pool and then my uncle and me looked at some web pages where people are tied up. We found one where people tie themselves up and my uncle made me say that I wouldn't try to do that as he thinks it's dangerous to. My friends came in the afternoon so I was back in the pool with them - four friends from the soccer team and two of them came with their girl friends and my girl friend came too. And then my parents came and joined us. Then me and my friends went out to get something to eat and my parents had dinner with my aunt and uncle. After dinner we just walked around and then I took my girlfriend home and then I came home.

I'm writing this myself because my uncl isn't here to help me. He helped me write before by correcting mistakes that I make because I sometimes make mistakes and he remembers things that I forget and he can remember what people said so that adds a lot. My aunt helped on the first times too and she adds things too. But here at home I have to do this myself. My uncle takes the story of each tie-up and puts it with the pictures that my aunt takes so it's like a direy for me to have. When I write essays for school, I have learned to have someone go over them and that it helps and my parents or my aunt and uncle always help me.

I guess we have done some dangerous things. I always felt I was safe with my aunt and uncle. And I am sorry that somebody thinks these things never happened. The thins I wrote about all happened. I had a great time and I hope my uncle and aunt will tie me up again. When I was there my uncle reminded me that I would stay with them at the end of the month when my father and mother go to New Orleans, so maybe my aunt and uncle will tie me up again then.
Justin

When I got to Randy's Friday night i was excited about the weekend. When we play tie-up games, we have a certain dress code that we both must follow; Levi's 501's and ribbed tank tops tucked in with a thick, black belt. His parent's went away on a cruise and they said it was okay to have me over for the weekend (which was nice of them). So, as soon as i get settled in, we start our game. Randy came up to me and entitled me his hostage for the weekend and that i wouldn't be able to do anything this weekend, b/c i would be tied up the entire weekend. So he pointed a plastic, toy gun at me, told me to put my hands into the air and walk to the basement. When we got the the basement, he forcefully (we get into our games quite a bit) pulled my hands behind the chair, and tied them up about 5 feet of rope (i'm not kidding) as tight as he could, without cutting off my circulation. After he tied me hands, he went down to my ankles and tied them together. Then he went back up and tied up my arms very VERY tightly. And then he guided me over to a corner where there was a pole and tied me to the pole. There was no way I was getting out of this. I told him he did a good job and he nodded his head. He then walked over to a drawer and pulled out duct tape and a bandanna. He gagged me with the bandanna. Then (something new he's never done before), he started to "mummify" me with the duct tape. He started at my ankles and stopped just where my shoulders started. There wasn't a single break in the duct tape at all. 

Randy was right about me not being able to go anywhere that weekend b/c of me being tied-up - I was tied-up that way for 2 STRAIGHT days. But the reason why i was tied-up for two straight days was b/c Randy's older brother Tyler, found I was tied-up in the basement (he got a major kick out of that) and decided Randy should join me. He tied Randy up the exact same way. Oh and by the way, Randy's brother tied him up 15 minutes after Randy tied-up me. So Randy and I were tied up back-to-back for two straight days.

In conclusion to my weekend of knots and tape, I never had SOOO much fun in my life. Two 16 year olds tied-up in the basement is fun. Randy's brother will get it good the next time i go over, which is this weekend. I'll let ya know what we do to him. Thanks for reading!

Mark

Sudden intakes of breath (as in a gasp of surprise or shock) can cause enough suction that it overpowers the epiglotis, and can pull something out of the mouth, into the pharynx. It's been shown to be distressingly possible.

Justin:

I'm glad to see that you and your Aunt and Uncle recognize the potential dangers of being tied up and gagged unattended. Any time that part of the breathing mechanism is compromised in some way, that can lead to potentially fatal situation. There's nothing wrong with playing tie-up games; and if you can stand them for that long, then more power to you. Not everyone could.

But a few simple recautions can help them make sure that you'll be able to play games with them for good long time to come. 8¬)

This experience was the first of its kind I had with another girl, except my sister, which was a long long time ago I can't even remember. Anyway, I'm not going to bore everyone with details about how she looks. All I'm going to say is she's the most beautiful girl I've ever had the pleasure to go out with. I'm 16 and she's 15, so we're still young, but it was fun just the same.

We always joked around about 'arresting' each other when we talk. So, I decided to do just that one night when she came over to visit. We went into my room and messed around on the computer and stuff like that. Then, we started tickling each other and I told her I was gonna arrest her if she wouldn't stop. She didn't, so I took out a long piece of cloth I had strategically placed in case this would happen. She smiled and laughed a little and kept tickling. I told her this was her doing and I pinned her on her stomach to my bed. She wouldn't hold her hands still so I couldn't tie them. Finally, I began tickling her and said I would stop if she would hold her hands behind her back so I could arrest her. After a few minutes of tickling, she did. I did a simple, light tie of the wrists. I wasn't sure if I did it too light or not, but she tried to get out and couldn't. Then, the real fun happened. I gave her a long kiss before I started tickling her. I tickled her belly, feet, and ribs. She's really ticklish so she was laughing so hard. I think she was a little mad at me afterwards because as soon as I let her out, she jumped on me and got me down. Then, she tied me up. I struggled a little, but thought it fair she get to tie me...not that I liked it or anything ; ) Anyway, she tied my hands and tickled me in the same places I got her. I'm not sure if I'm more ticklish or not, but I can't stand being tickled like that. Finally, the torture was over and she gave me a long kiss before letting me go.

It was really fun and I think she had a good time. We have done it several more times since, so I think she likes or is liking it more. I have another funny story about it where there's a little crossdressing in it.

Jennifer

 As I have said before the bondge and child porn,are a very thin line.As an adult (over 30) I understand you wanting a little bit more adult bondage pics,but not the groos hardcore stuff.

 The "harder" sites are waiting to "pounce" on people who dont know.
It is very hard to get adult bondage sites,without the nasty stuff,but they are out there

 anytime you see "pre teen" anything,STAY away,those are not very nice places evan yahoo clubs,had at least one,place like that,I unfourtanely stumbled on it,and was quite offened,whats more the picture had nothing to do with bondage.The club was something like "preteen movie and tv in distress" something like that,they had mainstream movies of kids and teenagers that had tie up scences,well just as you said following the links,is what brought me to that one pic,and it was a yahoo club!!

I have been into the tie up stuff since I wasa kid,and as I am somewhat very much into it,I have surfed the web for hours and hours,looking for nice,non hard stuff,but nice adult stuff.

 DJ e mail me and I will send you the NICE links. You can tell me more of what you are looking for,and I can give you those links. I would rahter not put them hear,as of late there are very young under 18 yrs readers and posters:)

 I know of some super good sites,but they do not belong here,they are a bit more adult than the Harmony site,but not nasty either.

By the way, sorry about the delayed update with Tied and True Tales, we've had to switch servers then I've been all tied up with moving house this week :-)
 
 

Look for an update next week.

I'm here to tell that it is a great idea. This girl that I know that lives on my street needed to find a better job, so I mentioned the site to her. I also lied and said that I knew a few people who used the info to get themselves better paying jobs. It just so turns out that she actually went and did write herself up a resume. She stated that she worked for an American company in New York for about a year, and provided the info. Long story short it helped her a great deal. To have worked in the states looks very good on a resume even though she really didn't.

 Rather than extort her with the info, I convinced her to give me a hand with a project for school. Some other poster mentioned the idea. It involved free speach and is a great excuse to let someone do a little bondage. I told her I needed a visual representation of censorship and I actually let her come up with the idea that everyone seems to. Of course it involves tape around a mouth.

 Since she now owed me for helping her get her new job, she agreed to help me as best as she could. She came over to my house and I had her wrists tied very well behind her back. I taped her mouth, tied her feet and was in heaven. Here she was, very cute, very nice body and adorable freckled face. Totally at my mercy and at my request struggling to free herself as I used up my film. Even after I ran out of film, I didn't want to stop so I hogtied her as well. This lasted a whole 30 minutes or so because my older brother came home and started to pound on my door, destroying my chances of enjoying her struggling any further. Isn't it always like that. Someone always screws things up on you. Hope I have more adventures. I'll now be telling a few more girls about this resume thing. The site is below if anyone else wants to utilize their info. 

I am too!!

I'm looking for people to play bondage games with so please email me!

Everytime i asked them to stop they would tickle me harder and hader. I was going CRAZY. And my friend knew i was very ticklish on my feet. Then my friend had an idea. Then his friend put a blindfold on me and then gagged me with duct tape. Before i knew it i was rolling. When it stopped they took the blindfold and duct tape off i was outside in a big feild on the ground then they started to tickle my feet again when my friend went off somewhere his friend kept on tickling worse then ever he tickling my feet so hard with his fingers i was ready to burst.when my friend came he foregot he had these huge feathers. I was like Please no dont,but would they listen to me , hell no. So they started . I was going bananas, and they did this for like an hour. When they stopped i was still laughing. so they put the blindfold and duct tape on my eyes and mouth. then they started rolling me again. When they stopped they took off the blindfold and duct tape i was in a forest or some woods near my friends house. They started to put me up next to a tree. They put up to the tree and started wrapping duct tape around the tree. So i was mummified and wrapped around A Tree. They left me there with my gag of duct tape and my blinfold. They said we will come back for me tomorrow. Im screamed in my gag,TOMORROW! There like , yea, no one knows ur here. So the next day they came back and started to unwrap me . When they were done, I said , DONT DO THAT AGAIN, and i went home.

Once in a while she would ask me to be her opponent or an attacker so she could practice new moves she learned in her jujitsu class. She had a small mat set up in her house where she would practice throwing me. I had some training myself so I knew how to fall OK and she never took me real hard. She would also practice wrestling techniques and holds on me which I always enjoyed. While she practiced her moves on me, sometimes she would ask me to let her do what she wanted and then later she had me fight her best I could. When I fought her back she could always put me in a choke hold, an arm lock, or a leg lock of some kind. She could use her legs very well to immobilize me. I liked it the best when she would put me in a head scissors while having me in a tight arm lock at the same time! Every time I tried to fight hard she was able put me into a tight submission hold and she would make me say "I give." 
 
 

One Friday afternoon about 5:00 I went over to her place for the evening after my gym workout. I usually showered there and brought a change of clothes. She just got back from class and wanted to practice some new stuff. She had a funny look in her eyes that day. We went over to the mat and before I was ready, she grabbed my arm, spun me around and flipped me head over heals. I got up a little startled to see her laughing at me. She jumped on me again and flipped me again. Only this time she kept holding my wrist somehow, and she picked me up by my arm and flipped me three or four more times in a row. I was sort of dazed when she pounced on me and she wrestled me into a very tight submission hold. She had me twisted up like pretzle. She had my arms pinned behind me, my legs trapped somehow, and her ler legs tightly wrapped around my head squeezing me into submission. I couldn't move an inch and I must have yelled "I give" ten times. She was laughing at me the whole time.
 
 

She let go of her hold and reached into a drawer and brought over a bag of something I couldn't really see. It turned out to be a bunch of cotton rope. She looked at me as I still lay on the mat recovering from getting beaten up by her and remimded me that I told her I would like for her to tie me up one day, well this was the day! She then proceeded to twist my arm behind my back and roll me on my stomach while bringing my other hand behind me with her knee on my head holding me down. She tied my hands behind my back with a tight cinch knot. Then she wound more loops of rope around my chest and elbows and cinched the loops between my ribs and the inside of my elbows binding my arms tightly to my side. She then bound my knees together above the knee and and tied my feet together and cinched the ropes tight. Next, she took a leather strap and tied it around my waist and my bound arms further immobilizing my hands by holding them securely to my lower back. I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying herself and so was I, even though I was in the process of being completely humiliated. She put me on my stomach again and she brought my feet up to my butt and tied my hands to the back of my ankles tightly with about three or four inches of rope to spare putting me into a very tight hogtie from which, as it turned out, there was no escape! Then what made this even more exciting, she strapped a large ball gag in my mouth. Lastly, she added a great touch. She took a small leather thong and tied my big toes together with one end and tied the other end to the back of my gag. Now the ball gag was pulled even tighter in my mouth and there was no way to push it out.
 
 

It was about 6:30 PM when she finished tying me up. She then told me I had two hours to escape. If I was able to get out of it in this time, she told me she would submit to me and be my slave for the rest of the weekend. But if I couldn't get out of it, I would become her slave for the rest of the weekend! She took a shower and said she had some errands to run and she had to step out for a while so she dragged me over to a little storage closet built into the wall, put me inside, and locked me up in the closet and went out. 
 
 

I tried everything I could to get untied. I struggled and wiggled around but I really couldn't move at all! She had me tied up extremely well. When I realized I would never be able to get out of this and remembering how she worked me over earlier, I started getting aroused and I ended up enjoying two good orgasms while she had me all tied up, gagged, and locked up in the closet! I couldn't loosen the ropes at all and I started to sweat and it seemed like the ropes got tighter the more I struggled to escape. The ropes began to hurt a little and the ball gag made me drool a bit. I couldn't get it out of my mouth because of the thong that conneted my toes to the back of my gag. I will always remember that trick. 
 
 

Finally, she came back two hours later to find me still in the closet, hogtied, and gagged. Of course she got a big kick out of this. She let me out of the closet and untied me and told me to take a shower. After my shower, we ate something and she told me what was in store for me the rest of the weekend. To make a long story short, she made me wear a G-string and nothing else. In was unaware that she had ordered a bunch of bondage gear from a local B&D shop. So while I was wearing nothing but a tight G-string, she hancuffed my wrists behind my back, locked my ankles in leg cuffs so close together I could only take about a three inch step. She put the ball gag back in my mouth and basically kept me locked up this way, with the exception of eating and bathroom breaks, until Sunday afternoon! Once in a while she added some other leather bondage to my chains like a leather strap around my elbows, knee cuffs, or a blindfold. 
 
 

Being put into total submission by her and being tied up, gagged, and locked up in her chains up for days was always a lot of fun. Unfortunately, she moved away and I have not not seen her in a while. (Bummer) I would love to meet another woman like her. 
 

Anyway, I've just updated TTT with 2 all new tales, 10 new links and more... Enjoy. 

I was sixteen, when I had a friend named Stan who was about thirteen. I had known Stan for several years; we often played video games or chess at each others’ houses. Stan had heard about the little clique of friends I hung around with in high school, and he wanted to join. Well, the situation was with that group was that what we mostly did was hang around in school — something that would be hard for Stan to do when he first started asking, since he was still in the Elementary School next door. So, my one friend and I decided to play a bit of a trick on him. I guess we thought, back then, that it was kindlier than just saying “not yet” to him. We told him that he’d have to be Initiated into the group, and that would take time to prepare for and set up.
 

So, basically, we said he had to wait. Stan bugged both of us for months for when he would be Initiated, and we just kept on saying it wasn’t ready yet.
 

Finally, one day during the summer of the year he graduated Grade Eight, he was over at my house and we had sort of run out of things to do. 
 

Stan said, “Why don’t you do that Initiation I’ve been waiting for. We have the time now.”
 

Well, I was on the spot. Neither my friend or I had actually thought of what the “Initiation” we had made up could be. But I suddenly came up with an inspiration. I had tickled Stan on the sides, stomach and feet from time to time (and he, back to me), so I think that everyone can guess what I came up with.
 

I was somewhat surprised that Stan had agreed. Sure, he had only been mildly ticklish every time I had got him (he would keep a straight face for a few seconds at first, and then burst into little snorts of laughter as he writhed away), but tied up on my bed; forced to be tickled for a half hour without laughing?
 

He pulled off his shirt and stretched out on the bed. I pulled out the old bathrobe ties I still had stored away from the old Escape Artist games when I was younger, and tied his wrists to opposite posts of the headboard. I then moved down and tied his ankles and big toes together; securing the ankle bonds to one of the posts at the bottom of the bed. He was stretched out in just his jean shorts, not the least bit nervous.
 

Now Stan’s family were real barefooters. Stan, his little brother Don, and both his parents, all went barefoot in their house — even in the dead of winter, down in their basement where Stan had his computer. Stan would get home on the days that I came home with him after school, and his shoes and socks would be off in mere moments. After some time of knowing him and his family, I got over my foot-shyness with them enough to indulge in my true love of being barefoot.
 

Well, this day was no exception. Stan had come over with just flip-flops on his bare feet. Where I live; no one wears their shoes inside the house. They tracked dirt in, and got the mothers really upset at us. And at my house, since it was my older brother who did the vacuuming, he was more than willing to be more direct with his disapproval than most mothers would be. So, the end result was that both Stan and I were barefoot.
 

With Stan all ready and secured, I asked him if he was ready to start. He opened his eyes a little wider, and hmmmed uncertainly. I guess that he was wary about the condition set on the Initiation — if he made any laughing noises, I would start the time over from the beginning.
 

Now, I wasn’t cruel. I really liked Stan, and I wanted this to just be some fun between us. I didn’t want to torture him mercilessly, so I had already decided to myself that I wasn’t going to tickle him all out for the entire thirty minutes. I’d alternate between heavy tickling, and easier periods of light tickling. And it had already been agreed that noises like moaning, snorting, whimpering and the like were fine; just no giggling, laughter, etc. — and no words allowed either.
 

But I felt a little sorry for him. I said that he’d get two strikes before I started the time over (the first time). So, he finally agreed that he was ready.
 

I started on his bare chest and stomach. Stan’s face took on an expression of utter shock. He immediately started laughing as I tickled his side and underarm with one hand, and his stomach with the other. I kept tickling for a few seconds longer as he laughed, but then stopped and let him calm down.
 

“I’ve never been so ticklish before!” he said, quite surprised, as I pressed the button to stop the timer on my watch.
 

At that time, I only knew that being tied up made ticklishness worse. But as I later found out, Stan was a whole lot more ticklish when the tickling was all that he had to focus his attention on. Any of the other times I tickled him, he had been playing a game, working on a program, reading a book, watching TV, studying the chess board, etc. He was only mildly ticklish when his attention was split; but extremely ticklish when feeling the tickles on his body was all that his mind had to occupy it!
 

So, with a smile, I informed Stan that he had used one strike. He grimaced for a moment, then said he was ready to keep going. He screwed up his face and clenched his fists to brace himself. I started with just light tickling of his ribs and sides. Stan was writhing in the bonds, moaning a high-pitched, muffled protest to the sensation. I stepped up the intensity of my tickling, adding in his stomach and flanks. I got an overdose of “Wounded Doe Eyes” from him — he had the perfect brown eyes for that kind of thing. That, and the fact that he was quite a bit smaller than his age’s average almost got me to stop. 
 

But I didn’t. I guess it was a touch of teenage sadism. I did ease off a bit on the intensity when his whimpering started getting definite signs of snickers. But that bit of mercy didn’t last long, as I then switched to raking my nails across his belly and flanks. He looked like he was going to explode from holding in the laughter. Well, being the stinker of a teenager I was, instead of slowing down, I grabbed a small starling feather that I had next to my bed, and started probing his shallow navel with the tip.
 

Stan screamed and writhed at the sensation. I guessed he had never felt that before in his life. He was laughing and begging me to stop. So I did; stopping the timer again on my watch.
 

“That was your second and final strike, guy,” I said with a wily smile.
 

Stan groaned as he calmed down. When he finally was breathing easier and said he was ready to keep going, I smiled and turned around to face his feet. Normally, Stan’s feet were the only place I could get anything close to a full ticklish response from. But he had a great deal of resistance for tickling on his feet. It was really weird — any time I had tickled him before, his feet would barely move, and his expression would be deadpan. But after a little while, I would finally hit the right spot on his soles or toes; or his resistance would finally be breeched, and he’d burst immediately into moderate laughter, and pleading for me to stop as he finally pulled his foot away.
 

Well, that wasn’t going to be an option this time, so I was really looking forward to getting his feet this time. I started the timer again, with still over twenty minutes left on it. I started out heavy on both his arches; right where his feet were held together; pinned by the belts around his ankles and the string around his big toes. But, rather than having to fight my way through his normal resilience; instead Stan burst into frantic laughter. Pleas of “NO!”, “Stop!!” and the wonderful “Pleeeeeeezzze!” were inserted in his laughter.
 

I stopped as he panted, breathing words of gratitude. I realized that his gift of Strikes were all used up. Happily, I turned back towards his face, and pressed the RESET button on my watch timer. Stan heard the beep, and looked towards me.
 

“Too bad, chum! You have to start from the top again this time!”
 

Stan protested, but before I could say a word in my defence, he sighed and said, “Yeah, I know. That was the condition. Just give me a minute.”
 

So, after several puffs and sighs of breath, we started again from the top. Once again, I started on his torso. His face was screwed into a grimace as he fought to hold in his laughter. His body undulated in an attempted dance of aversion, but I kept up the steady (but not that severe) tickling of his armpits, chest, stomach and sides. I found a spot, just at the bottom of his rib cage, right where his sides curved around to his back that had him really cringing. He was giving off staccato snorts of snickers that he couldn’t keep sealed in through his clenched lips. So, of course, I had to take advantage of that! I scratched lightly on the corresponding spots on each side of his body, until his eyes clenched and his head started thrashing back and forth; only to move my hands to torment less sensitive areas on his sides and flanks before I guessed he would burst.
 

It was harder to judge the “bursting point’ for Stan than it was for most people. He gave no sign that he was about to lose control, but just suddenly exploded with laughter without any visible build-up. After repeated teasing that one spot, I finally stopped, and moved down to his feet again. Stan was sighing heavily in relief, since he wasn’t being tickled for a couple of seconds.
 

I placed one hand on the top of his feet to warn him that I was about to start there, and he immediately flinched. Since I knew that I didn’t have to waste any time wearing away his resistance this time, I started with just gently crawling my fingers around both soles. I pulled my thumb and middle finger down the centres of both soles, from the balls of his feet to his heels. Stan’s short toes clenched tightly; as did his eyes as he held his breath, hoping that would help him resist the laughter that I just knew was fighting to get out of him. It was harder to tickle his wrinkled soles, so I reached up the hand that was on the tops of his feet, and pulled his toes back by the big toes. As my fingers dragged back up his now taut soles, Stan’s eyes flew open and he gave a moan that raised in pitch as my fingers got closer to his toes.
 

I didn’t want him to start laughing, because I was having so much fun tickling his soles, so I switched to scribbling my nails lightly on the slight tougher area on his right sole that was beside his paler-toned arch — the part that actually touches the ground. But my plan to ease off so Stan wouldn’t be pushed to start laughing out loud backfired. That strip along the outside edge of his sole turned out to be incredibly ticklish.
 

“Not there!!!” he shrieked as his laughter flowed out after it
 

I indulged in a couple of more passes over that part of his foot, drawing more laughter and giggles from him, but soon stopped so that Stan could calm down. I pressed the Stop button on my watch and gave him several minutes to catch his breath.
 

“I though that would have been less ticklish than the middle of your foot,” I said, a little bit contritely.
 

Stan licked his lips and said breathlessly, “So did I!”
 

We both indulged in some brief chuckles at that. I got up from facing Stan’s feet; but rather than turning to face his upper body, I climbed up onto the bed, stepped over his legs, and sat down next to the wall. I wiggled my legs under his calves, and scuttled forward until his feet were sitting on my lap. I reached over to the desk that sat next to the foot of my bed, and grabbed a few of my favourite tickle-toys that I kept there — a seagull feather, a raven feather, a hairbrush, and a pair of smooth, white shoelaces.
 

I set them down next to me and asked Stan, “Ready?”
 

Stan looked confused, and asked, “Don’t you have to start from the beginning again because I laughed?” I remember his chin trembling a bit; most likely since he definitely didn’t want to have to start from the top. But, I guessed that he didn’t want to blow this “Chance to get into the clique” either.
 

Okay, so I felt like a rat. But a rat that had so wanted to get Stan’s feet like this! Besides, I had already made a decision when I climbed into this new position.
 

“Laughed?” I asked innocently (well, as innocently as a sixteen year old could). “I didn’t hear any laughter. You have twenty minutes left. Any time you’re ready.”
 

Stan visibly relaxed a little bit, one corner of his mouth in a brief smile of appreciation; and then clenched his eyes shut as he nodded.
 

I started lightly wiggling the fingers of my left hand over both of his soles, as my right hand teased the outside edges of his feet. I tickled the very tips and tops of his clenched toes, and eventually they relaxed (whether due to being too tired to keep them clenched, or just submitting to the tickling, I’ll never know) It was a touchy game; Stan trying to hold in his laughter, and I trying to have as much fun tickling his significantly more ticklish feet without making the sensation so severe that he couldn’t stand it without verbalizing his ticklishness. From time to time, a couple of short giggles would burst out, or a brief bark of laughter, but I just ignored those, and kept on tickling. Getting both arches with the same hand really seemed to get to him — especially when I stuck my fingers into the thin gap where his feet were held together.
 

When there was only about twelve minutes left, I stopped, and slowly reached for the two feathers. My slow and deliberate turn back with those two instruments wasn’t so much to build drama or anxiety; but rather to give Stan breather to catch his breath. Finally, I started dancing the tips of the feathers all over his feet. The seagull feather in my left hand drew zig-zags and circles around his soles, as the raven feather in my right hand flickered over the tops of his toes, and along the tops and sides of Stan’s feet. The feathers didn’t seem to tickle him a whole lot, and he wasn’t really struggling much to keep them in, but I didn’t care. His bound feet were doing a wonderful dance of ticklishness that I loved. Occasionally, I would turn up the pressure a bit by delving between his toes, making his whole body tense again. I finally stopped when I glanced at my watch and saw that there was less than ten minutes left.
 

I stopped, letting Stan again catch his breath as I put the feathers down, and picked up the shoe laces. I folded each lace in fours, and then, as a unit, slid each strand of the lace between a different pair of toes on one foot. Stan’s toes reflexively clenched at the sensation, but eventually, I had a loop of shoelace between every toe on both feet. I gathered up the slack that hung down across the tops of his feet, and on his soles, and then started slowly dragging the loops of laces through his toes, back and forth. I could feel his body shaking as he quickly clenched his toes. I tugged a little harder, and kept the laces moving back and forth as his toes flailed around, trying to somehow get them from between his toes.
 

I looked up at Stan’s face and could start to see tears forming along the edges of his closed eyes. I kept the laces going through his toes for a while longer, but stopped before his impending laughter. I didn’t want the friction of the laces going between his toes to get uncomfortable either, so I dropped the ends of the laces and lightly tickled the tops and bottoms of both feet with my fingers for a while. I’d alternate between those two forms of torment several times, until I finally pulled the laces out from between his toes. Stan sighed and wiggled his toes, rubbing them together as much as he could. He muttered something about still feeling it. I know what he meant — I had been both the subject and inflictor of that particular method several times when I was younger.
 

I checked the watch and saw that just over five minutes remained. I decided it was time to go for the gusto. I exchanged the laces for the hairbrush. When Stan wasn’t looking, I muffled my watch and pressed the Stop button. I figured that he had more than passed the “Initiation” by that point. Now it was just time for me to have fun! (Ain’t I a stinker?)
 

I held back his toes again with my right hand, and touched the bristles of the brush to his stretched soles. Stan’s face was quivering. I guess that even that motionless contact was uncomfortable for him. Well, I couldn’t keep him in nervous anticipation like that, so I started lightly brushing up and down the bottoms of both feet. Stan started wiggling around like a worm on a fish-hook. Sounds that were very clearly unsuccessfully muffled giggles were coming from him; but I didn’t stop. I just kept going relentlessly, occasionally brushing the sides of his feet, or gently going back and forth across the very bases of his toes that my right hand kept pinned back and vulnerable.
 

Soon, there was no mistaking that he couldn’t hold back the sensation any more, and just relaxed to some degree, letting himself howl in laughter; the fight to hold it in completely abandoned. After a few moments of my unabated treatment of his feet, he sputtered out some words amid his laughter.
 

“I-I couldn’t... hahahaha haw haw haw haw!! take it any-hee-hee-hee more!!”
 

“That’s okay, Stan,” I said without stopping. “You’ve passed. You can laugh all you want, now!”
 

Well, chances are, he wasn’t all happy about that, but I kept his laughter going for another minute or two using the brush all over his straining feet. I stopped before he started getting into any seriously heavy laughter, though. I used my pocket knife to carefully cut the string holding toes and then pulled my legs from out under his. I crawled up the side up the bed until I was within reach his left arm.
 

“Congrats, shrimp!” I said, looking down at him.
 

“Why’d you keep going after the time was up, dork!!” he said breathlessly.
 

“Because it was fun,” I said, as I reached across his chest and tweaked those “hot spots” below his sides a couple of times, making Stan bellow, giggle and beg me to stop.
 

He didn’t say any more as I finished untying him from the bed. He sat up and stretched his muscles. There were red imprints of the string on his big toes, but he said that they didn’t hurt when I expressed my concern. He wasn’t upset, it seemed — we went over to my computer and played some games (most of which he utterly creamed me in!). Things just seemed to be normal as ever; like I hadn’t just spent nearly an hour and a half tickling him as he was tied up helplessly. Stan was a strange kid with his moods at times; so, like the master chessplayer he was, it wasn’t until about a month later that he decided to strike back at me; when my defences were down.

It was the last three weeks of summer vacation, and Stan had decided to “invite himself over” one day. I had just turned seventeen a few days ago; but as usual, my family had done nothing about it. My eldest brother was moved away, living with his new wife; and my middle brother was away at University several hundred Kilometres away. My dad was living away from home at that time, and my mom was in the hospital again (as she often was throughout my life). So, I was just spending the days flaked out on my bed, watching TV, rather depressed.
 

Stan knew me well enough to recognize that (even though I never recognized my tendency towards depression until I looked back at it many years later.), and Stan decided that he was going to do something about it.
 

He sat down on the edge of my bed, and looked at the completely boring physics show I was half watching. After several minutes, he spoke to me.
 

“You know what? I talked with Sam, Erin and Evan the other day,” he said, sticking his face right in my view of the TV, so I had to pay attention to him. “They said that they had never heard of any Initiation, and that they had never been through one.”
 

I looked away from his gaze, and gave a small half-smile. “Sorry, it must of slipped my mind,” I said quietly. I felt bad that I had deceived my younger friend, but I guess I just wasn’t really in the mood to be too contrite about it.
 

“Well, I think that means you owe me one,” he said.
 

“Okay, whatever,” I replied listlessly.
 

I wasn’t sure if Stan was upset at me about that or not, but he seemed that he had plans in mind. I didn’t resist a bit as he tied bathrobe ties around my wrists, and lifted my hands up so he could tie the other end around the bedposts; a bit slack, but so I couldn’t pull my arms back towards my torso. He then tied my ankles together, and tied them to the bottom corner post of my bed. It wasn’t a really strict tie; and I could have easily gotten out of it if I had been in the mind to do so. But Stan wasn’t part of the group of friends I had several years ago, who liked playing Escape Artist games, so I just figured that he didn’t know how to tie well. But, I just wasn’t in the mood to bother. I just laid there, wearing a T-shirt and track pants; barefoot.
 

Stan got up, and put one of my video tapes in my VCR, and then climbed back onto my bed with my remote, and several of my “tickle-tools” with him. He lifted my feet into his lap, facing generally away from me. The slack was taken up a bit, so it would have taken at least come concerted effort to pull my feet away, but I just didn’t care. He hit the play button on the VCR, and a movie started playing. I recognized the intro immediately as one of my corniest comedy movies.
 

“Stan, I’m not really in the mood for that right now,” I said, as I felt him tie my big toes together with some string.
 

“No fear, man,” he said. “I’ll make you get lots of laughs at this.”
 

I really couldn’t stand the thought of laughing at the horrible puns and sight-gags of that video (I can’t remember what movie it was at the moment), and the thought made me kind of grouchy.
 

“Dude, no! Not that!” I groaned, now starting to struggle a bit.
 

But in response, he started running my hairbrush up and down my soles. I flinched, but had no choice to start giggling. After chuckling my way through the credits, Stan stopped tickling. At least I wasn’t frowning any more, as I waited in reluctant anticipation. I pretty much knew when he was going to attack, and before long, I was starting to giggle a bit when I knew a pun was coming up, even before Stan started to tickle my feet with his fingers, the hairbrush, or a feather (sometimes the tip between, or along the bases of my toes, or along where my arch met the ball of my feet; and sometimes with the quill end along my arches, heels and sides of my feet. I was laughing like crazy, but not seriously trying to pull away. I loved getting tickled, and I was starting to realize that this was exactly what I needed right now.
 

Stan kept on forcing me to laugh at even the worst pun or sight gag in the movie all throughout it. When it got to the humorous climax, he made use of what I taught him about Shoelaces between the toes to thread the four shoelaces that I had now between all of my toes; to my hysterical laughter — my toes are the most ticklish part of my body. When the long slapstick scene started, he began sawing the laces back and forth between my toes.
 

It was as if it wasn’t just my toes being tickled; it felt like the tickling was come from everywhere on my feet. I was laughing and squirming like crazy. I lost track of the movie, until the end credits were running. It still felt like Stan was running those laces between my toes, but he was sliding up towards my head, grinning. The laces were lying on the bed, next to my feet.
 

I was definitely out of my mood, and the two of us smiled at each other.
 

“Thanks,” I said, still breathing heavily and chuckling a bit.
 

“Did I say I was done?” he exclaimed.
 

I groaned laughingly, as Stan changed the video to one of his favourites (not one that I particularly cared for.) He laid down the opposite way on my bed, with his bare feet facing me, and my ankles tucked under his arm. He periodically tickled my feet on and off throughout the movie, forcing me into states between hysteria and cringing anticipation randomly throughout the over two hours of the movie. He was probably aware of how he was taunting me with his own bare soles facing right at me as he moved them around occasionally; or, he might have been ignorant of it. But either way. By the time the movie was over, and he untied me, I was in a good mood. A few minutes rest later, and I was ready to cook some supper for Stan and I.

 to be tied up by donna was differnt then being tied up by the other kids because donna had a way of tieing you up so you were comfortable but no matter how much you tried to escape you couldn't. while the other kids simply looped the rope once around your wrists or ankles, donna would take the time to loop one wrist then the other thus making a sort of rope handcuff but now unknownn to me she had made (in the forest behind the houses we lived in) a diffent sort of trap.

 onthe day i was to experienc e this new trap, donna had spent the moring selling me on the entertainment value of tarzan and how with the shape i was in i could play him on t.v. well to make a long story short, donna eventuallt worked up enough nerve to ask me if i would wear something special that she had secretly bought. it was a leopard skin print bikini. at first i said no but after assuring me no one would see in it and i was to wear only the bottoms, i agreed

i went with her to her house where she had the bikini hidden and changed into it then put my clothes back on we then walked for what felt like days into the woods to the trap donna had made.

the trap was simple really, it was simply 2 small trees that were close to gether so the victim would stand between them with his or her legs out streched. kind of like spread eagle on a bed but standing up.

 after nervously taking off my clothes i proceded to let donna "do her worst". after finishung tying my left hand and ankle to the left tree then the smae to the right, she stood back to admire her handy work.

"what now?" i asked. "it'll take me 30 minutes to go back to my house and get back here so if you escape, i'll be out of luck" "out of luck for what?" "i forgot my camera, you see it's a fantasy of mine to be able to trap the mighty tarzan and in that bikini, it's easy to forgot who you really are." now i was scared. while she was talking to me, i was gently pulling on all four of the ropes but was starting to realize that none of them were budging.

"i'll be right back" she said and turned to walk away. "donna please don't do this. you promised" "i never promised to stay with you. you know what i knew this would happen" she said almost in a mad tone of voice. she turned and walked back to me pulling a long silk scarf out of her pocket as she did. after twirling it into a log shape, she pressed it up against my lips."open up." what could i do? i was helpless. 

she turned and walked way with out a word. "great" i thought 'helpless and wearing a fruity looking bathing suit.

after what felt like for ever, i could here footsteps behind me. thinking it was donna, i was so shocked and embarresd to see it was terry an donna's sister shelly with camera in hand. "you know? when donna said you were out here like this, we didn't believe here but wow is this funny" lifting the camera to her face and clicking off several pictures.

 when they ere done they untied me but not before calling to one of her friends behind a tree then over powering me and tie me hands behind my back and my ankels together. "at least your mobile now. if you want to go home your can either free youtself or hop."

 earlier before donna had taken my clothes with her and taught shelly her "secret" way to tie wrists. i had to hop all the way to donna's house wearing nothing but that little bikini. once i even hop[ped too far and landed in a mud hole that took me another while to get free of but that's another story. stay tuned for my revenge on donna

Have fun and be safe. 
 

P.

When I was a kid, about 8 or 9 years old, I experienced my first ever tie-up game. I would continue to play them, mostly with my friend who we’ll call Jenny and with my older sister, who we’ll call Stacy.

It was a warm day in early June, the sun was shining the whole bit. Anyway, Jenny invited me over to her house. I was a young boy, and she was a tomboy of sorts, mainly because she was interested in the same things I was, Batman, Ninja Turtles, and Power Rangers. Naturally we were close friends. She lived just about across the street from me; across and to the left a few houses, so I casually walked over there, not thinking much of anything. I rung the doorbell and her mom answered. She was very attractive (another story for another day), and very nice. She told me that Jenny was down in the basement, so that’s where I headed.

I walked down the wooden stairs to Jenny’s finished basement; it was well lit and cozy down there. I looked around and saw Jenny emerging from the connecting garage, holding a plastic bag. Jenny was a little taller than I (about 4’9” I suppose), with straight brown hair and a winning smile. She was a little less than a year older than I, but she was a grade older. She was dressed in a white T-shirt and denim cut-offs.

“What’s in the bag?” I asked.

“Nothing.” Jenny answered.

I don’t remember the exact extent of our conversation, but I definitely consisted of me giving ideas of what to do, and her shooting them down. Eventually she came up with an idea of her own.

“Let’s play hostage.” She said. I was a little uneasy at the idea, especially since I was smart enough to figure out what was in the bag.

“Nah. Where are your action figures?” I inquired.

“Oh c’mon, it will be fun. We can take turns!” she insisted.

“No we won’t, you’ll leave me as the hostage the whole time!” I retorted. Hey, I knew it was true.

“Yeah, you’re probably right…” she murmured as she pounced on me. I’m not going to lie, at the time she was probably a little stronger than I, and she definitely had the surprise attack and the upper hand. We wrestled often; we were notorious amongst out parents for roughhousing. Eventually I ended up pinned on my stomach. I tried to throw her off, but she had both of my arms wrenched behind my back. She held then painfully to the small of my back as she produced a small thin cord from her bag. Obviously she was intending to play hostage all along (just as I had suspected!) She hastily wrapped my wrists with the cord, very tightly I might add. I could hear her work furiously and knew she was tying double knots, maybe triple knots, or even quadruple knots! Soon she was done, and she yanked me up by my shirt, and led me over to a large wooden chair. She lifted my arms over behind the back of the chair, before roughly shoving me back into it.

“Let me go. This sucks.” I said with my extensive third grade vocabulary.

“Shut up.” Jenny replied, showing hers.

Jenny then took more cord and bound my ankles to either legs of the chair. She wrapped my left ankle to the left leg of the chair, wrapping viciously as I lightly kicked her in the ribs with my right foot.

“Stop you jerk.” She screamed and grabbed my right leg, binding that one roughly as well.

“Let me go!” I insisted.

“Put a sock in it!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah right you idiot, like I’m going to…”

“Or I will for you!” and with that she withdrew a large pair of balled up socks and jammed them into my mouth. I wasn’t prepared and my gag reflex made me want to puke, but after that settled I was just mad. She had wrapped the thin-cord like rope around my midsection, pinning me tightly to the chair, and was in the process of tying it now. I began to struggle now, I fought against the bonds but they were too strong and too tight (they were already cutting off my circulation). I started fighting them angrily now, but the harder I struggled the more they hurt. The cord was thin and cut into your skin; the knots were small and bead-like. Jenny then produced a large roll of silver duct tape, and casually tore off a strip, which had to be like eight inches long. She then pressed it up against my lips, sealing them shut. She smoothed the tape with her index and forefinger as it molded to my mouth. She then tore of strip after strip after strip, at least six in all, and continued to tape my mouth shut, until my entire lower face was plastered shut.

“Now what are you going to do?” she mocked.

“Mmmmuuggpphh!” I exclaimed, the heavy packing muffling my cries, the tight duct tape keeping my mouth shut.

“Just the way a good little hostage should be: tightly bound and gagged!” Jenny chuckled. Jenny then produced a Polaroid camera, and lifted it quickly, taking one snap-shot.

“I doubt Stacy will pay ten dollars for your safe return, but that’s what I’m asking anyway. If she doesn’t, don’t worry, I’ve got plans for you.” She then slipped the picture into an envelope along with a sloppy looking letter with Jenny’s familiar chicken scratch handwriting on it. She then took a strip of duct tape and pressed it firmly across my eyes.

“Not one peep out of you!” she exclaimed as I heard her footsteps vanish and the basement door slam. This was my chance. I fought against the bonds, but all that accomplished was further cutting off of the circulation. I was held steadfast, bound, gagged and blindfolded. I tried to rock back and forth, but all that resulted in was myself crashing down to the floor backwards, landing on my hands. The pain was excruciating.

“Mmmmmppphhh!!!” I squealed, but the gag I screamed into kept me silent. I now had officially now chance of escape. I still tried, causing myself lots of pain. Suddenly I heard the heavy garage door open and slam shut.

“I’m back… Oh! How cute. You tried to escape. That’s not going to work. My older brother tied me up like that last weekend, and I couldn’t get free for like forever.” Jenny’s older brother was like nineteen. I highly doubt that Jenny could tie me up as well as he had apparently tied her, but she was damn good at tying anyway. Jenny then pulled my chair into a sitting position. Jenny walked around the room chatting at me, but I specifically remember not paying attention on purpose, so I don’t recall what she said. I was still blindfolded, but I had remembered seeing scissors in the room when I had first arrived, and I was trying to figure out where in the room they were…

The ringing phone broke me out of my trance, and Jenny immediately picked it up.

“Hello? Oh, hi Stacy, so what do you say? Want him back? Yeah he’s still trussed up. Want to come over and have some fun with me? Okay, see you later. Bye.” The information was not good and I knew it already.

“Well she’s laughing at you, and it looks like no one’s going to pay your ransom, so you’re my captive for the rest of the day.” Jenny input cheerily. Within seconds both my shoes had been removed and I knew what was coming now. When I say that I’m ticklish, you don’t know the half of it. The second her fingers made contact with my feet I burst into hysterical laughter, and began to thrash against my bonds. The packing and tape downgraded my attempted laughter, I was held firmly as I took the worst tickle-torture I’ve ever experienced. She was relentless in her efforts, roughly massaging my feet soles, as I struggled, silenced by my gag. This continued as she moved up, tickling my ribs and armpits violently. By the time she was done my blindfold was soaked with tears. She then removed my blindfold.

“Well I had a fun day. How about you?”

“Mmmmurrggphh!” I grunted into my strict gag.

“Glad to hear it!” she exclaimed. She grabbed the scissors from the desk and cut me lose from the chair, and pulled me up. I tried to knock her over.

“Whoa, I was going to let you go easy, but know you’ve made me mad!” she then dragged me over into the garage, leading me to… No! She opened the lit to a garbage can, and shoved me into the can headfirst. She had to work to stuff me into it, I was struggling and my legs weren’t bound. She got the advantage though, and locked me in. I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that the can wasn’t filled with any type of garbage, actually it was completely clean, and had no foul scent. I guessed she had cleaned it, or it was new, as I was dragged over to what I assumed was my house. Soon the lid was removed, and I heard Jenny rushing off. I forced the can to fall over and I crawled out of the can on my knees. I walked over to my tree house and rubbed my bonds against the rusty metal clip that holds together the lower wooden climbing planks until they snapped off. I then tore the heavy plastering tape away from my lips, and spat out the socks as I slowly walked toward my patio doors. I was going to get my revenge, first on Stacy, then on Jenny, oh sweet revenge! 

I approached quickly, and sort of lassoed the loop over her body, and I pulled it tight as quickly as I could. Her reaction was pure surprise.

“What the- mmmpph!” I clapped a hand down over her mouth and pulled her up by the rope. She fought with lots of resistance, and I probably would have ended up tied if her arms weren’t pinned to her sides. I dragged her up the stairs to my room (it’s not an easy task to pull someone heavier than you up a flight of stairs when they are resisting), and threw her onto the floor.

“What are you doing you dork!” she yelled at me as I walked over to my desk which had the supplies. I took three hankies (Stacy has a big mouth, literally and figuratively) and balled them up.

“Don’t even…mmmpph!” she was unable to finish her sentence as I stuffed the handkerchiefs into her mouth. She was so mad it was scary. She bucked as I wrapped the lasso rope around her mid-section, binding her traditionally like in the movies. Then with some shorter lengths of rope I bound her wrists together. I went on to her ankles, I tied them very tightly after being savagely kicked multiple times, and as I went for the knees I realized that she had worked the packing out of her mouth.

“Help! Help!” she screamed. I grabbed the packing and shoved in back in, this time forcing it deep into her mouth. I grabbed another three handkerchiefs. I shoved the first one additionally into her mouth, and the second was to keep it in. I wrapped around her head, pulling it tautly over her lips, tying a knot at the back of her head. I stepped back to admire my handy work for a second. Stacy lay there sitting, bound with yellow rope, and gagged with a bright red handkerchief pressing against her mouth, her cheeks building over under the pressure, her mouth packed and silenced. She grunted. I took the third hankie and blindfolded her with it, and she sat completely helpless. I lifted her up and placed her on the bed. Then I had an idea. I decided to hog-tie her, but not in the typical fashion that hog-ties are referred to, I had never seen or experienced that kind of tie at the time, so I tied her like hogs and pigs and stuff are actually tied. I roped her ankles and wrists together in front of her body as opposed to behind, and when I was done, it was a marvelous site. She rocked back and forth, completely immobile, in a very vulnerable and helpless, tightly gagged and blindfolded. She mmmpphed pleadingly, but I simply laughed.

“I’m laughing the same way you laughed at me when I was tied up!” I jeered. Her mmmpphs seemed louder and angrier now as I mocked her. Her red gag bulged up and down, but the packing stayed in and she stayed silent.

I left eventually, I planned to leave her there for a long time, but as I watched TV I was grabbed about an hour later. She clamped a hand over my lips and dragged me very roughly into the kitchen, throwing me sprawling onto the floor I could see she was looking for something, probably a temporary binding tool, but instead of running I decided (or foolishly went on instinct) to fight her. It would turn out later that I wasn’t a very could tier, and after about ten minutes of helplessness she had been able to pull one hand free, and thus escape. Anyway, I grabbed her by the upper thigh, and tried to flip her over me, but I couldn’t and she kicked me hard for my efforts. Eventually she produced a roll of shiny brown packing tape. She went at me but I body tackled her, and sat on her stomach. I grabbed the packing tape, and tore off a long strip, and was able to tie her hands in front of her in a very makeshift fashion. She threw me off of her, but I charged and got her into a roll-up pin which featured her shoulders pinned to the ground, and me basically putting all of my weight and then some onto her upper back legs in order to hold her in that position. I wrapped her thighs, knees and ankles from that position. Then I proceeded to tape her hands to her hips, all the way around her butt at least twelve times. I then bound her upper arms to her chest as she screamed loudly. I chose to save the gag for last because it would be so much sweeter that way. I looked around and grabbed a dishtowel, very large for this job normally, but with Stacy, well, it would probably fit. I stuffed and packed and I stuffed and packed over and over until finally I had the entire thing forced into her mouth. I then took numerous strips of tape and plastered them over her lips, shutting her up pretty well. But pretty well wasn’t good enough. I then wrapped the entire roll around her entire head, encasing her mouth in tight tape and silence. She seemed like she was yelling, but the gag kept her so quiet the barely an mmmpph came out, and she spent about two hours heavily tape bound and gagged from the luxury of my closet. I heard her banging against the door a few times, so I went up to check on her. Each time I went she looked more and more frustrated and pleading, so I would ask her:

“Do you want to be untied?”

“Mmmpph!” she would grunt.

“I’m sorry Stace, but I just can’t understand anything you’re saying with all that tape holding your mouth shut,” I would say, “want me to take it off so you can speak?”

“Mmmpph!” her silenced groan would let me know she did, as her wide eyes pleaded with me over her bulging cheeks and tight gag.

I smiled. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m having just a little too much fun admiring your big mouth being taped shut, maybe some other time.”

She swore revenge, but I wasn’t worried, I was concentrating about my revenge on Jenny… 

first i tightly put my belt around my ankles and also placed the belt through a pair of boxer shorts. i then tied my toes with a a sock and also did that with my knees.

 i love being in a fully placed hogtie so i gagged myself with a scarve and blind folded myself with a pillow case. i then put a belt around my chest and put my arms through that. after that i put my hands in my boxers which was connected to the belt on my feet and twisted my hands around and through the boxers until thew were completely tied. 

it felt so good just sitting there in a helpless hogtie. i moved around playfully until i had to go to sleep.

it sucks though because no girls in my area or at school like bondage so i can only tie myself up. at the moment im looking for some pictures of girls hogtied in bikinis barefoot. ill write some more stuff later so catch ya.

I was unsure of how to get back at Jenny in a way that was better than my tying and tormenting of Stacy, so I put a lot of thought into it. I wanted it to be perfect in every way possible. I wasn’t sure if I should use the yellow rope or the packing tape (my only two binding tools at the time), or what to use as a gag. Anyway I put all my utensils into a large blue duffel bag and headed to Jenny’s house. The first two times I went to her house, her mom told me she wasn’t there, but right after the third time I saw her through the basement window playing video games. It would turn out later that her mom was covering for her, but that’s not really important. I entered through the garage entrance, going into the basement. I decided it wasn’t breaking and entering because I knew Jenny (obviously incorrect) so I walked right in. What I saw shocked me.

Sitting in a strait-backed wooden chair was Stacy, bound, gagged, and blindfolded. She was bound hand and foot with the same cord I had been in my original tie-up encounter, and tied to the chair the same way. She was silenced with a large band of silver duct tape, sealing her lips together, and blindfolded with another patch of duct tape. She was struggling mightily, fighting her bonds, and thrashing wildly, “mmmpphing” with effort into her tape gag. I think she sensed my presence.

“Mmmmuuuggppphh!” she wailed, turning in my general direction. Suddenly from behind I felt a plastic barrel press against the base of my skull.

“Don’t move!” I heard Jenny say.

“Why, so you don’t shoot me with a plastic gun?” I asked.

“No, I have an idea I think you’re going to like.” She exclaimed.

“What?” I asked, turning around.

“Cops and robbers. With tying up allowed!” she informed.
She was right, I did like that idea.

“Okay, sure,” I reasoned.

We set the rules. Basically there were guns (plastic of course) and if you were shot you were a captive. Of course we didn’t realize that there would be arguments over whether or not one was shot or not, but we didn’t think that far ahead. Anyway it would be me and Stacy (after she was untied) vs. Jenny and Laura. Laura was Jenny’s close friend. She lived a few towns over, and she and Jenny saw each other about once a month. They were mainly friends because their moms were, but they complimented each other well, as they were complete opposites. Laura was spoiled and more of a “girly girl”. She whined a lot and I thought it would be fun to gag her.

Jenny tore away the tape from Stacy’s mouth. Stacy complained that she didn’t want to play. Soon Stacy’s mouth was taped shut again and she was subjected to a tremendous tickle-torture. Jenny explained that Stacy should use her anger for revenge to motivate her.

Laura arrived later and after some convincing she agreed to play. They would be the robbers and Stacy and I were the cops. They went to hide, as I equipped myself with my supplies (now including a fake leather police vest and a blue police gun). After waiting the pre-agreed to ten minutes I ripped the duct tape from Stacy’s lips and untied her. We talked strategy, but I don’t remember what she said, I kind of ignored her: I didn’t trust her at all. I was out for myself only, and wanted the game to end with the three of them bound and gagged, and myself the captor, and I’m sure anyway she wanted the same things. My suspicions were all but confirmed as she suggested we split up- there was no way we would ever win by splitting up. Any way I went outside and hid in Jenny’s bushes immediately. I knew that neither Laura nor Stacy would ever find me here; only Jenny knew her property as well as I did (actually she knew it much better). Anyway the boundaries were Jenny’s property, inside and out, and I had a small advantage over some of my competitors.

Well anyway I sat there for about fifteen minutes before creeping around to Jenny’s back porch. I was hidden behind Jenny’s plastic play skool house, and I had a good view of the whole patio. I could see Jenny and Laura, sitting discussing something, and I could see a plastic bag no doubt filled with Jenny’s binding tools.

Suddenly a hand clamped over my mouth and a plastic gun was placed at the back of my neck! I was captured! And it was Stacy! I knew not to trust that conniving… Oh well. She led me into the playhouse and sat me down in the yellow chair that was there. She took out a pair of plastic handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. She then took out some strips of cloth that she had prepared (I think she had anyway) earlier. She bound my left ankle to the left chair leg and my right to the right chair leg with a few of these strips of cloth. Then she balled up two of them and stuffed them into my mouth, before cleaving it with another strip of cloth behind around my head.

“Mmmpph!” I grunted into my gag.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll be back for my revenge soon enough.” She said, and left the playhouse. I struggled for a little while, tugging at my bonds and checking the efficiency of my cleave gag, until I realized that my captor had made one big mistake. I quickly tabbed the release valves on the handcuffs and was free in ten seconds. Before emerging from the playhouse I made sure I as well had not brought the wrong kind of handcuffs. No! She had taken my supplies! I made my way out of the playhouse and rushed over to the patio after observing that no one was within range. I stepped onto the patio only to have the gun pointed at me again.

“You just don’t know when to quit do you?” asked Stacy. I was led into Jenny’s kitchen and down toward the basement. Her mom saw us and smiled. I was matched into the basement and ordered to my knees. She circled me as a sat.

“Are you gonna… Mmmpph!” Stacy violently shoved a tennis ball into my mouth.

“Did I tell you that you could speak? Well now you certainly can’t!” Suddenly I felt her grasp my wrists behind my back and I heard the familiar sound of tape being pulled from a roll as the cool sensation of the encasing plastic wrapped my wrists together. The tennis ball was old and disgusting. I was trying to spit it from my mouth when Stacy tore off two strips of silver duct tape, and used them to create a big fat “x” right across my lips. She then continued to wrap the tape around my entire mid-section, pinning my arms to my body. After taping together my ankles and thighs I was dragged to a closet in the corner of the basement. Stacy opened it and threw me in, and I landed on top of another body!

My seconds of impending light were limited, but it was definitely Laura. She hand been bound, gagged, and blindfolded with the strips of cloth and “mmmpphed” as I was thrown on her.

“I hope you two have fun tied up together.” Stacy said as she slammed the door shut. Laura and I mmmphed, that’s basically all I could do. This was wrong, all wrong. This was my chance to tie and gag Jenny, but now all my plans had gone awry, what was I to do? Not only had I so far been unsuccessful in my mission but had been bound and gagged myself, at the mercy of Stacy’s, who’s torture suddenly came back do me as I realized she might torture me in the same way I had her. Actually the part about the tape-tie up and the closet was very similar… I tried to rub my mouth against the wall of the closet but the tape clung to my mouth, holding it shut. I sat helpless in the closet for about twenty minutes before I heard what sounded like someone spitting something out, followed by some coughing.
“I’m ungagged. Do you want to form an alliance? I think Jenny sold me out.” Laura whispered. Sold her out? I wasn’t sure how Jenny could have sold any one out, but selling someone out was definitely Jenny’s type of thing.
“Mmmpph!” I replied, my voice muffled by the tennis ball and stiflingly sticky duct tape. I think that she understood yes, because I could sense her working at untying herself. I tried to free my own hands as well but the heavy tape was too strong. After a while I felt the tape rip from my lips and the ball removed with a sharp yank; Laura was free. She untied me and she started talking to me about what to do. I body tackled her and overpowered her easily. Sure I was dastardly, but I could only pull of my revenge on Jenny alone. I stuffed what I could find of the packing back into Laura’s mouth and re-bound and gagged her. She seemed furious as she barked in a hushed manner into her gag and put up a mighty struggle. She was soon tightly gagged and bound as she had been and I emerged from the closet, ready for revenge with two adversaries to deal with: Stacy and of course my master plan for Jenny….

To Be Continued…

One of my neighbors was a really cute girl named Kerri, who was also 14. Kerri was about 5-4, had long brown hair with bangs, a cute round face, green eyes, and a very nice figure. And of course, I had a crush on Kerri. And Kerri had a crush on me. But neither of us knew that the other one had a crush. 
 
 

Kerri's sister Kelli, who was 19, knew that we had a crush on each other, and she knew that we were both shy about doing things together. Kelli was very hot, about 5-10, with long blonde hair, the same kind of face Kerri had, and a great figure. Of course, she had no designs on anybody as young as me, but she was always very nice to me.
 
 

One July day, Kelli decided to get Kerri and I a little closer together. She invited my older sister and I down to her house to use the swimming pool. When we arrived, nobody else was home but Kelli and Kerri. Kerri and Kelli were both wearing cute bikinis, as did my sister (who, of course, I didn't exactly notice in the same light). We swam for an hour or so, then lay on lawn chairs so our swimwear would dry out. Then we all put tshirts on and went inside. After while, my sister (who was in on the whole plan) said that she had to go do something, and she left. 
 
 

At that point, Kelli said: "Let's play a game of 'Spy'". Although Kerri and I had an idea of how the game worked, Kelli explained it: Kerri and I were captured spies, and Kelli was assigned to interrogate us and make us tell the location of all of our country's missile silos. Our duty was to never break under the torture that would ensue. 
 
 

"Now," Kelli said, "the two of you are on assignment on the French Riviera." She then left the room. 
 
 

About two minutes later, she came back in, holding a squirt gun, which she pointed at us. "Hands up, I've caughty you!" she ordered.
 
 

Kerri and I put our hands up and looked at Kelli in mock fear.
 
 

"Okay, down those stairs!" Kelli snapped at us, "and don't try anything!"
 
 

Kerri and I went down the stairs to the basement, with Kelli behind us. The basement of their house was nice, finished with tile and panelling. Kerri marched us into the game room, where we saw our fate. Kelli had several sets of ropes tied to different places. We soon found out which ropes would be used on whom.
 
 

Kelli tied me first. She had me sit on the carpet, back against a support beam. She had me raise my arms in the air, then tied my wrists overhead to a rope hangine from the cross beam above. Another rope went around and around my legs and ankles, tying them securely together. A third rope went around me, where my abdomen met my thighs, and was secured around the back of the beam. All three ropes were tied snugly so that I couldn't get free or wiggle around. 
 
 

Kelli tied Kerri pretty much the same way. She had her younger sister sit on the carpet facing me, but about a foot away from the wall. As she did with me, she tied Kerri's arms overhead to the cross beam. Then she rolled two volleyball pole (remember the kind with the cement-filled tires on the bottom?) over to where Kerri's feet were, about two feet apart. She tied two ropes, one to each pole, then tied Kerri's ankles to the other ends of the ropes so that Kerri's legs were spread a little bit apart.
 
 

I wondered why Kerri was tied differently, and particularly why she was tied awy from the wall.
 
 

I didn't have to wait long for an answer on the latter, although it took a while to figure out why Kelli did the former (which will come later). 

Kelli knelt down between us and sneered at us. "Now, you two will tell me the location of the missile silos!"

"Never!" Kerri and I said defiantly.

"I have ways of making you talk," Kelli grinned evilly. She went into the next room then returned. She knelt down next to me and pulled my tshirt over my head and onto my outstretched arms.
 
 

I wondered why Kelli had to go into the next room."
 
 

As Kelli turned to face me, Kerri started giggling nervously. I wondered what would make Kerri do that.
 
 

I didn't have to wait long to find out. "This is your last chance!" Kelli warned.
 
 

"I'll never talk!" I glared at her, ready for anything.
 
 

"Then I'll have to use the worst torture known!" Kelli said with finality. She then reached behind her and pulled out a featherduster that she'd hidden behind her. That was what Kerri had seen and was giggling about.
 
 

I don't mind saying that I was a bit excited at all of this up to this point. The sight of the featherduster made me gasp---literally and without acting. I tugged at my ropes, but of course I wasn't going anywhere.
 
 

"Oh, not that!" I said, getting a little bit back into the game (and being a bit in reality, too)
 
 

"Yes, this!" Kelli said, but she was grinning now. She sat next to me and started running the duster playfully over my upper body.
 
 

I did the best that I could to not laugh. I might have lasted three seconds. Then I screamed and squealed. Then I started giggling madly. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! hee hee hee hee... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIK!!!!.. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!"
 
 

"Does that tickle, huh? Kelli teased. The duster glided lightly over my tummy, ribs, and sides. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle?"
 
 

I laughed and laughed. "STAAHAAHAAHAAAP!... hehehehehehehehehe ... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIK!!!" I shrieked, laughed and giggled, twisting as much as I could in my restraints. Of course, I couldn't escape the light playful tickling, and to tell you that it tickled madly would be an understatement. No matter how I tried to move, Kelli would follow me with the duster. I laughed helplessly, unable to stop her.
 
 

"Gonna talk?" Kelli asked.
 
 

"Hee hee hehehehehehe... NEVER!!... hee hee heheheheheheeeee."
 
 

"I'll tickle you all day if you don't!" Kelli warned. She dropped the duster and attacked me with her fingernails. The sharp nails tickled my tummy and the front of my ribs ever so lightly....almost affectionately.
 
 

I couldn't handle the nails. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" I shrieked. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.. NOOOOOOOOO!!!"
 
 

As I was getting it, Kerri was watching....intently.....and giggling at my plight. 
 
 

Kelli was grinning and giggling, too. "Gawd," she said, "Your sister was right. You are really ticklish!"
 
 

Yeah, and the big brat probably told Kelli exactly how to do it! This didn't help anything. I laughed and laughed as Kelli kept up her tickle attack. Finally, after about two minutes of the fingernails (and about three of the featherduster) I couldn't stand anymore and gave up. "Hehehehehehe...I'll TALK!!!!"
 
 

Kelli stopped and ordered me to tell her the locations of the missile silos. I named off some U.S. cities. She nodded and went to the refrigerator (this basement had everything) and got me a glass of kool-aid and fed about half of it to me. "Time for a break from the game," she said. She smoothed my hair back (which was well over my ears) off of my face. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't like the feel of that. Then she grinned at me. "Sorry, Nick, but I just can't let this opportunity go by."
 
 

I looked at her puzzled.
 
 

Kelli didn't leave me wondering for long. She went right back to tickling me! She only did it for about 15 seconds at a time, with about the same amount of time to rest, but it went on for another five minutes. She was obviously enjoying herself, and to be honest, I was enjoying it, too---especially since I knew there'd be frequent rest periods. When she was done, she smoothed my hair back again, gave me a peck on the cheek (which made me blush), then put on her game-face.

 "Kerri and I have played this before," she informed me.
 
 

Kelli then moved over to Kerri. "And now," she hovered menacingly over her little sister, "you'll tell me the location of the OTHER missile silos."
 
 

"Never, never, never!" Kerri shook her head. But she was already giggling.
 
 

I soon found out why Kerri was tied away from the wall. Kelli squeezed in behind her sister and sat down, wrapping her legs around Kerri's. "This is your last chance!" she said.
 
 

"I'll never talk!" Kerri snarled.
 
 

"Then I'll have to use the information our double agents gave us and attack your weakness," Kelli said sinisterly.
 
 

"OH!" Kerri actually gasped in fear. "Not that! You wouldn't do THAT!"
 
 

"Yes, I would!" Kelli cackled. She slipped her little sister's tshirt off and over her head, onto the outstreched arms.
 
 

"Oh, no!" Kerri's eyes were wide, but she couldn't hold back a giggle. "Not this! Please don't do this!"
 
 

"Gonna talk?" Kelli asked.
 
 

"Yes!" Kerri hollered, surprisingly. She then listed off about forty U.S. cities, talking a mile a minute, until the three of us were laughing. When she finished, she said, "Now, I told you. Untie me!"
 
 

"Oh, no you don't!" Kelli giggled. "You got to watch me tickle Nick half to death. You aren't going to cheat him out of the fun of watching me tickle you silly, too!"
 
 

Kerri giggled, closed her eyes, and scrunched her nose, waiting for the attack to begin.
 
 

Kelli smiled. "String-tie bikinis are nice because they expose the sides of the ribs SOOOOOOOOOOO well!"
 
 

Kerri shook her head rapidly and giggled. "Nononononono," she begged.
 
 

"And that's your most ticklish spot, isn't it?" Kelli teased.
 
 

Kerri nodded her head furiously. "Not that!" She tugged at the ropes that held her arms overhead.
 
 

"Here I COOOOOOOOOOOOME!" Kelli chimed. And with that, she raised her hands and lightly scribbled her fingernails up and down the sides of Kerri's bare ribs.
 
 

I expected Kerri to scream and jump a foot in the air. Instead, she collapsed helplessly against her sister, head on one of Kelli's shoulders, and giggled like a little girl. "Hee hee hee hee hee hee hehehehehehe...." She wiggled her body back and forth. "Hee hee hee hee hehehehehehehe..."
 
 

"Tickle tickle tickle ribbies,' Kelli teased, giggling too.
 
 

"Hehehehehehehehehe....stop that!!!...hehehehehehehehehe!!!" giggled Kerri. She twisted back and forth, but of course, Kelli's hands followed along and kept on tickling the sides of Kerri's ribs with really soft light touches. "Hee hee hee hee hee hee!!! You!!! Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!"
 
 

"That tickles my lil sis, huh?" Kelli teased. She moved her hands around to the front of Kerri and did the same light scampering on the front of Kerri's ribs, just below her bikini top.
 
 

Kerri stopped giggling like a little girl and started laughing and squealing. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!.. AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" She wiggled around as much as she could, which wasn't too much. She laughed and laughed crazilly. As Kelli's expert touches moved over the front of her ribs and down onto her tummy, she tossed and turned about, then lay back helplessly and giggled and giggled.
 
 

Kelli's fingers moved up and ended up scribbling away in the hollows of Kerri's underarms. "Kitchy kitchy kitchy!" Kelli teased her little sister.
 
 

"Hee hee hee hee hee!!" Kerri lay comfortably against her sister, not fighting. She giggled and laughed, with an occasional squeal. She wiggled around a little from time to time, but mostly lay there motionless, giggling like a six year old. "Hee hee hee hee hee!!!.... hehehehehehehehehe!"
 
 

Kelli kept this up for about five minutes, then suddenly stopped, rubbed the tickles away with the palms of her hands, climbed out from behind her sister, and grinned.
 
 

Kerri looked surprised. "Is that it?"
 
 

"Did you want more?" Kelli asked, grinning broadly.
 
 

"Well," Kerri noted, "You usually do it longer."
 
 

Kelli didn't answer. Instead she moved over to me and untied me. "Kerri wants to be tickled for another five or ten minutes, Nick," she told me, winking.
 
 

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kerri protested. "No fair!" But she was giggling while she said it.
 
 

I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity, of course.
 
 

"Now sit behind her just like I did," Kelli instructed. "I'm going to go upstairs and fix us some sandwiches and chili. That will take about ten minutes. And I want to hear Kerri laughing the whole time I'm up there." She gave me a mock-stern look.
 
 

"Yes, ma'am!" I said dutifully, slipping in behind Kerri and getting comfortable.
 
 

"And try to keep it clean," Kelli said, winking again. "Of course, you ARE male, so that might be hard!" She grinned and left.
 
 

I wouldn't have really known what to do with a girl then anyway, but I did know how to tickle, and I took to that task with great delight. I started where Kelli had, on the sides of the ribs.

To my mild surprise, Kerri seemed to enjoy it, too. "Noooo!... hee hee hee hee hee... stop that!." But she was giggling and resting comfortably against me, and she didn't fight much. I can't go into much detail about the tickling, much of which was a mirror of what Kelli had done, except that I tried a few places that Kelli hadn't (and which would be borderline as to discussing on this forum).
 
 

After about ten minutes of half-tickle, half-rest, Kelli came back down with the food, and I untied Kerri, and we ate. About an hour later, Kelli informed us that she was going down to see my sister and that we'd be alone for about two hours until their parents came home. She eyed us coyly. "If I were you, Kerri," she said, "I wouldn't let Nick get away with all that tickling without trying to get even!" She winked at us again and left.

Kerri took the bait, of course, and went after me. Naturally, I counterattacked, and we had an interesting tickle fight for a while, followed by some interesting things that I can't discuss here. A serious relationship between Kerri and I never really got off the ground, but that's out of the scope of this forum.

What's not out of the scope of this forum is the tie-up tickle game Kelli and I played about a week later, in which I got revenge for her tickling of me, and which I'll tell some other time.

Feedback appreciated.

Nick

And Nick, I think you should put less space inbetween paragraphs. Maybe none at all would be better. It's hard to read your story as it is.

ThEgAmE, I'm waiting to see how you get revenge on Jenny!

 They then made me stand up and hop out into the living room, they helped me with balance but it's hard hopping all tied up! Once i got out into the living room, they sat me down in a chair that has wheels and can be spun around. Jill took the duct tape and wrapped it around me and the chair until there was no duct tape left. by this time i was feeling completely helpless! Jill and Amy pulled me outside onto their porch! Some cars drove by but noone really noticed me.(i'm surprised at that!) Jill and Amy went inside to get something to eat. i saw their mom's van coming from down the street. i thought she would be pissed off that i was still tied up after all this time and she would untie me or make the girls untie me. She pulled up into the driveway, got out of her car, took one good long look at me, grabbed her purse and a few grocery bags out from the car and walked up towards the house. when she got up to me she said,"have you been untied at all?" i shook my head no. then she said,"but you did let them do this to you in the first place right?" i shook my head yes. she then asked if i was tied up too tight and i shook my head no and finally she said,"well, i will pay you for the time that you watched my kids even though you were probably tied up for the whole time. i'm not going to untie you, my kids will do that when they want to because they're the ones who tied you up. I'll be inside cooking dinner, try not to cause any trouble out here, ok?" then she leaned foward and gave me a little kiss on my gag and walked inside. to be continued..............

Anyway, after I had gotten my revenge I saw it as over, our little rivalry, because I had won last and I was satisfied. Obviously Jenny wasn’t because she was in the midst of concocting the longest and most thought out tie up scenario ever. It was early summer now, and my parents would be at work all day, and would also be gone that night, both on business, so Stacy and I were staying over at Jenny’s house. We both went over there with out stuff and our sleeping bags, and we immediately went up to Jenny’s room. Then the plan went into action.

Jenny and Laura were waiting and grabbed me immediately. They lifted me off the ground by my arms and legs while Stacy clamped a hand over my mouth from behind. I was brought over and held down on Jenny’s bed while Jenny took ropes from each of the bedposts and fastened them to my limbs. They then stepped back to admire me lying spread-eagled on the bed.

“What’s up with this?” I questioned.

“Shut up,” Jenny said, and promptly stuffed my mouth with several bandannas. She then secured them with a long blue hankie, by wrapping it inside my mouth and around my head into a tight cleave gag.

“We all have different reasons for wanting to tie you up; actually we basically have the same reason, but that doesn’t matter because you will be our captive all day long!” Jenny explained. That’s when I realized it would be a long day. I knew Jenny’s parents weren’t home, her dad was at work and her mom was out shopping, and they had told my mom that Alexa (Jenny’s older sister; 16) would baby-sit us that night as they went out to dinner. It would be a long day. I looked over at Jenny’s clock. It was only around ten-thirty A.M.

“And now, we have a special treat for you!” Jenny and Stacy yanked away my shoes and socks and Laura started on my ribs. The tickle torture was immense, and I was completely immobilized, I couldn’t move to protect my vulnerable spots at all. They were brutal too; I couldn’t deal with all that tickling at the same time as I jolted up and down (vertically was the only direction I could go).

“Mmmuurpph!” I laughed into my gag, but only stifled cries came out. This went on for what seemed like hours as I burst into tears of agony. This tickling was more than I could tolerate. Eventually they left me alone, lying helplessly bound, talking of girl things I suppose. I looked over at Jenny’s clock. It was eleven, only a half hour had gone by as they tickle tortured me. I decided to test my gag.

“Mmmmmmmppph!” I yelled as loud as I could. I was silenced pretty effectively, but not that well. I yanked at my bonds for a while and developed a bit of a sweat. I had never been tied this way before, and it was most uncomfortable, not only because I was being stretched across Jenny’s seemingly large bed, but also because I felt vulnerable. I fought the bonds for about fifteen minutes, but I realized it was useless. The bonds were perfectly constructed, the rope work was masterful, and I doubted Jenny did it. My wrists and ankles began to hurt as the coarse rope burned them. I lay powerless until twelve, when in came my captors. They announced it was time for lunch. As I was untied from the bed, Stacy and Laura kept a firm grip on my elbows, and I was immediately bound at the wrists with duct tape. I was led down to Jenny’s kitchen and sat in a chair, still gagged. Jenny yanked at the gag.
“If you say anything you’ll be re-tied and re-gagged even worse than before, with no lunch.” She informed.
It felt good to get the packing out. But I said nothing. We ate speghettio’s with meatballs and about half way through I…

“Could you pass the…” I didn’t bother to finish my sentence because I knew it would be cut off. Jenny promptly jammed a very large washcloth deep into my mouth, and used both of her thumbs to force feed it to me. She then grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up. Stacy then took out the roll of duct tape and began taping. And oh did she tape. The familiar sound of ripping tape was heard in excess as she wrapped up my legs from my ankles to my upper thighs in the thick silver tape. Then she went from my waist up to my shoulders, leaving few gaps, compressing me into a layer of tape. Then she wrapped the tape around my head, all the way, over and over, the strong sticky tape plastering my lips together, holding the bulging washcloth in my mouth. She continued to do so much longer than necessary, until heading up to my eyes and doing the same thing. I was then reduced to a large mass of tape, heavily bound, gagged, and blindfolded, unable to move, speak, or see. I was then grabbed and carried back upstairs to god knows what room and stuffed into some kind of comfortable bag, which zipped closed. I was sure it was my sleeping bag, although I had little evidence to support it. I decided to test my gag now.
“Mmmmmmmm,” unlike last time, I was utterly silenced. Only a faint trace of a hum was produced at my loudest attempt at a scream. Once again I was immobile, this time more severely. I was totally packed together into one bundle so to speak, and the tape was much too strong to be freed of. The gag was another story. It was so heavy and tight I couldn’t even move my lips or my tongue, and I was hushed into silence. The packing was large and thick and was practically shoved down my throat, and I wondered, what must I have done to deserve this! Then I remembered and dropped that idea. The winding tape was painful. When I tried to move my head the tape would stretch and rip at my face and hair and caused me such indescribable pain. I struggled against the tape but it was useless; I was held fast. I sat and waited, picturing myself bound and gagged and blindfolded with all of this tape. My cheeks must have been bulging widely. My jaws and joints ached severely from the pressure placed on them. At that point I wondered I would ever escape…

“Are you hungry?” I guess they had felt bad for me, leaving me bound and gagged without any lunch, so I indicated yes.
“Mmmmpph!” I said into my gag. I tried to shake my head yes, but it just hurt too much.

“What? I’m sorry, I can’t understand you with all of that tape over your mouth!” Stacy giggled. That really pissed me off, but I tried to hide it, because all they were tying to do was get me upset. I just sat there I listened. They were watching TV it seemed, some kind of movie. They were definitely eating something, and my sniffing led me to believe it was something that smelled awful. They spoke as though I wasn’t even there, incased in duct tape, and I began to wonder why they even brought me down. Perhaps they were worried about my safety. No, that made no sense.

“Stacy, pass the oranges?” Yes my suspicions about the foul-smelling food were correct. I quickly realized that I was very hungry and that was why they had me here. They were torturing me by passing food in front of my face (not that I would even know). It wasn’t that bad though, I hate fruit, but at this time it did seem appetizing…

Suddenly I felt and heard a rip and realized that both my gag and blindfold had been torn from my face. The pain I felt was agonizingly painful as it tore at my scalp. I screamed but the packing was still in and it drowned out the sound. I soon sat on the couch trying to adjust my eyes to the intense lights after being subdued into darkness previously by my blindfold. I had no type to get used to life without a blindfold and gag because as the packing came out,

“Here, have an orange!” Jenny more than suggested, ramming a large orange into my mouth. I “mmmpphed” lightly in disapproval.

“Well you said you were hungry,” Jenny mocked quietly. I gave her my best dirty look before she turned away.
“How long until your parents get back?” Stacy asked.

“Not long. Maybe twenty minutes.” Jenny answered calmly.

“What are we going to do with him?”

“Stash him somewhere in my room.”

“What about Alexa?” Stacy questioned.

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Jenny mumbled, pacing quickly, “I suppose we could try to tie her up as well but it would be hard with just the two of us.” (It took me this long to realize Laura was no longer there; she had long since gone home, suggesting I was tied up much longer than I had thought).

And with that I was dragged back upstairs to Jenny’s room. My suspicions were confirmed that I had been shoved into my sleeping bag when I was shoved back in, and it was zipped shut as I was shoved under Jenny’s bed.

I wasn’t worried too much at this point. I had a plan. Well, not exactly a plan, but I knew what I would do to escape, and get Jenny once and for all, muhahahaha! Sorry. Anyway, I knew that I could get out of the sleeping bag pretty easily, and I could roll to where I was visible, I just had to wait until her parents got home. Plus it occurred to me that Jenny probably had scissor somewhere in her room…

Well I was wrong, I couldn’t get out easily. I was trying to open the sleeping bag, and it took me about fifty minutes to slide out of it, and by that time Jenny’s parents had long since come and gone. I knew Alexa was home somewhere, but I didn’t know where, and with my complicated slithering maneuver, it took me about a minute to move half a foot. So I lay on the floor of Jenny’s room, bound and gagged, “mmmpphing” into my orange. Well it was about then that I realized there was a steak knife under Jenny’s mattress. Now, you’re probably thinking: “Why the hell would she have a steak knife under her mattress?” Simply because if she were in this position she would use the knife to escape. How did I know this? Well I didn’t. And that’s why I stayed tied up for another hour according to Jenny’s clock. I rolled around on the floor and “mmmpphed”, but there wasn’t a whole lot else to be done. Eventually Jenny and Stacy came in to check on me. They went through their usual taunts, etc. etc., I was practically ignoring them. Suddenly Alexa walked in and my mood brightened.
Alexa was 16 I think, and was Jenny’s older sister. She was my first crush so to speak. She had mid-back length blonde hair and tan, delicate features, with a round genuinely pretty face. She was perfectly curved with naturally large but not oversized breasts and a very nicely shaped rear. She was wearing a tight light green t-shirt and tight jeans with a black leather belt. She was also wearing black boots with two-inch block heels. Don’t ask you why I remember exactly what she was wearing; my answer will make you sad (jk). Her natural buxom blonde good looks were as appealing as anything. She was chewing gum and fiddling with her silver charm bracelet.

“What are you guys doing?” she questioned with a hint of inquisitiveness and perplexity.

“We were tying him up,” Jenny said softly. I could tell she was slightly embarrassed.

“Listen, do you guys want me to order you a pizza or something- is he okay?” at this point I was “mmmpphing” loudly and rolling around as crazily as I could. Jenny gave me a sure fire “you’re going to die” look.

“Yeah, he’s fine.” She snarled.

“Still, I think you better get that out of his mouth, he looks like he’s going to choke on it…” at this point she bent down and tried to get the orange from my mouth without getting my saliva all over her hands (I had unknowingly been drooling all over the place). Without warning both Jenny and Stacy pounced onto Alexa, they both grabbed each of her arms. She reacted with shock, and gasped right before Jenny clasped a hand over her glowing ruby lips. Her alarm quickly turned to irritation as she reacted aggressively. She resisted and without difficulty wrestled Jenny and Stacy off of her.

“You actually think you guys were gonna tie me up?” Alexa asked with disgust. She grabbed Jenny by the shirt and pulled her up, but Stacy tackled her from behind. Stacy landed on her belly her chest breaking her fall. Alexa got onto her hands and knees, but Jenny jumped onto Alexa’s back, forcing her down.

“GET OFF OF ME!” Alexa screamed. She bucked upward and violently shoved Jenny into the radiator (which looked like it hurt a lot). She tried to get up but a chop block from Stacy sent her pounding to the floor. I have to say, I was quite enjoying this. Anyway, Jenny got up and dived at Alexa’s left arm, clutching it tightly. Alexa then grabbed Jenny by the hair and seethed in fury. Stacy then grabbed the hand Alexa was clutching Jenny’s hair with and pulled it away. Then Stacy and Jenny both wrenched Alexa’s arms behind her back with a quiet crack almost simultaneously. Alexa let out a gasp for air and struggled, but in the position she was in she was held steadfast. She pumped her tight legs like pistons, kicking the air in frustration.
“Stacy, when I say ‘now’ I want you to go get the white tope from under the bed.” Jenny managed through pants.
“Now!” Stacy lurched for the white rope as Jenny grabbed Alexa by her belt and rolled forward onto Alexa’s back, pinning Alexa’s chest the floor and lifting Alexa’s nice buns into the air, her legs still pumping. Her arms were free, but she couldn’t reach Jenny from that position. Alexa screeched and shrieked profanely, fighting as Stacy arrived with the rope. Alexa then slapped at Stacy with all of her strength as Stacy then brought Alexa’s hands behind her back and began to tie. She bound madly as Alexa fought; Jenny had to help hold Alexa’s hands in position. Many loop and knots latter, Alexa’s hands were tightly bound. She got to her knees and forced Jenny off of her; even with her hands bound she was strong in her lower body, and quite athletic. She was very tired and I could see tears swell in her eyes as Stacy tackled her around the knees. The rope was brought over by Jenny and was bound around her ankles at a furious rate. Alexa seemed to give up for a second, but was only catching her breath as she lurched upward and delivered a sharp kick to Stacy’s abdomen, driving her block-heeled boots into the belly, which knocked the wind out of her. She assumed a sitting position but Jenny grabbed her right under the breasts, pinning her arms to her sides.

“Tie her legs!” called Jenny between gasps. Alexa was working to undo the minimal ankle bindings. Stacy jumped and dropped her knee onto Alexa’s legs. Alexa let out a scream, which was cut short by Jenny’s hand clamping over her mouth. Stacy worked rapidly and soon Alexa’s ankles were bound. Stacy then moved onto the thighs and bound them was well, wrapping the clothesline around her thighs tightly (almost as tightly as her jeans encased her legs). She was bound around the chest next, under and over her breasts, and her arms were pinned to her sides. Jenny then got up and went to her dresser, producing a pair of white socks. Without warning they were jammed into Alexa’s mouth, and she freaked out again. She had obviously never been gagged before, and she obviously didn’t like it.

“Mmmmmmmmuuurrggpph!” she bellowed into her silencing gag, working to get it out. Jenny then grabbed a roll of duct tape.

“Mmmmmmmmuuurrggpph!” she screamed in fear of the sticky tape, again the mouth-filling gag keeping her squeals to a quiet grunt. With that Jenny tore off strip after strip after strip, pressing them firmly against Alexa’s ruby lips, sealing them together. Soon numerous strips of tape had completely plastered Alexa’s mouth shut. She was restrained to forced silence, and she crossly groaned, overpowered.

“Mmmmmmmmuuurrggpph!” she wailed as she fought her tight bonds and gag. I have to admit; it was by far the most I’d seen someone struggle against being tied and against their bonds in awhile (and that’s why I wrote so much on it). Her wide eyes glared and her nostrils flared as she “mmmpphed” persistently and writhed in aggravation. It was a marvelous site. Her face was bright red and bulging, possibly red with exhaustion, perhaps with embarrassment at being tied and gagged by her little sister as she resisted her bonds with quite the effort.

“So Alexa, are you ticklish?” Jenny questioned with a wide grin at her captive sister. They both pounced on Alexa and yanked off her boots and socks, and tickled the soles of her bare feet. Alexa obviously was ticklish, because she wildly writhed and leapt and tried to scream, but the duct tape that stretched across her face muffled her. She laughed and giggled, the gag holding it all in. Eventually Stacy and Jenny got bored and left muttering something about watching TV. Alexa breathed heavily and angrily; I did not want to be Jenny when she was untied. Suddenly Jenny rushed back in saying she forgot something, and pulled a black drawstring bag from her drawer and used it as a hood over Alexa’s head, her lengthy blonde hair falling out of it. Jenny then left. I took this time to admire her shapely breasts, her succulent chest pouring out of her top. She was also a little hard; and I can’t say I wasn’t at all either. She started “mmmpphing” and rolled over so that she was facing away from me. At first I just checked out her butt, but as she shook her hands as much as she could, I realized she wanted me to try to untie her wrists. I rolled in her direction until we were back to back, and we touched. I acted like I was feeling around for her wrists as I momentarily groped her buns, but she grunted her disapproval, so I then began to work on the ropes. It took me about ten minutes to completely untie the ropes from her wrist. She then untied herself very quickly, yanking the hood from her head, and peeling the silver duct tape from her gorgeous lips. I could tell it hurt but she let out to recognition of pain. She was quickly untied, and she then worked quickly and silently on me as well. She yanked the orange from my mouth with a swift tug and I relaxed my aching jaw as she tore at the tape with a nail file. Within fifteen minutes of being left bound and gagged together we were completely free. She put her finger to her lips for me to be silent, and I knew we would get our revenge…

Some past poster this past month wrote of using info at Underground Oracle to get some cute girls to play tie-up with you. I tried it and was successful. This chick Tracy was working at the local Burger King making like $8. an hour. I tried to hit on her a number of times but she made it clear that she wasn't interested. She is 5'4, 17 years old, great body, long blond hair and blue eyes. Me, I'm 5'9, 16 and a junior in high school. 

During one of my many trips with my buddy Dave to Burger King, she mentioned that she hated working there. Well one night about 3 weeks ago I read that letter by some kid who said he used blackmail on some girl he liked. He told her about the site that had an article about how they used some real company called AI to write their own emplyment history. I told Tracy that a friend of mine did it and she seemed very interested. I gave her the info and just last week she got herself a job making $15 an hour. Boy was she grateful. After she told me where she worked I asked her if she could do me a favor. I made up a story as another past poster here did about needing help with a magic escape trick. I said I needed an assistant to give me a hand. She said OK! 

She let me come over to her house and had another friend there as well. Not only did I have them tie me all up, but they both let me tie them up. All in the name of a talent show that our high school was going to have. Of course I really wasn't in it, but this excuse was all I needed. Tracy's girlfiend Trish I never met before and is now going out with me. So I just want to thank all of the posters here for not only the sories, but the information and all of the links that everyone posts. If anyone wants the UndergroundOracle info, I put the link here. Thanks everyone!

Jenny sat on the floor tightly bound and gagged, with her captor, Stacy standing above her. She was bound and gagged with the same glossy black electrical tape that Stacy had been just a few days before. It was wrapped heavily around her thighs and ankles together, forming a tight frog tie. Her hands where bound behind her in the same thick style that Stacy’s had, and she was heavily gagged in the same manner as well, the heavy sticky tape constricting and sealing up her mouth which was presumably packed for silence. The only difference was that she wasn’t blindfolded, her wide eyes staring in terror at a mocking Stacy.

Stacy was jabbering on and on about how Jenny had tied her this way and how this was her sweet revenge. Alexa moved quickly. She marched in and clapped and hand over Stacy’s mouth while wrenching a hand behind her back. Within seconds Stacy’s hands were bound, and soon after she was bound hand and foot. She stared screaming but Alexa again clamped the ominous hand over Stacy’s lips and told me to go find some packing. I returned momentarily and handed a grinning Alexa the large soggy slimy orange that had gagged me before and as Alexa moved her hand she stuffed the orange deep between Stacy’s pink lips, stifling her screams.
Alexa and I then moved our attention to a cowering Jenny.
“Well Jenny, we won’t tickle torture you for the rest of the night if you say sorry right now,” I informed with a smirk.

“Mmmpph!” Jenny pleaded into her gag.

“Well since you obviously can’t annunciate, we’ll take that as a no.” Alexa cackled. We set to work immediately, tickling the vulnerably bound and gagged Jenny for about two hours. She shrieked in laughter but was muffled by the electrical tape and packing, squirming as she was tortured at our mercy. I taunted Jenny all night as she sobbed tears of remorse over her gagged and bulging cheeks. I would leave for my aunt and uncle’s soon, so I wanted this last tie up game with Jenny to be a memorable one. And it was.
 

Also, you don't go into much detail of tickling, other than to say it happened. I guess you weren't attracted to the feet of the girls you tickled%

I prepared myself as best I could. I found some masking tape, yellow string, and a belt and placed them in noticeable places. I was wearing a red shirt, beige pants, and no socks (yes I like to do bondage without socks, sue me!), and Tom was wearing a white shirt, white socks, and yellow shorts.
 

Well it all started innocently enough. Tom and I were playing N64 and Playstation games. We eventually got bored after 2 hours, so we went upstairs, and played a game on the computer using my LAN and my mom’s laptop. We then went downstairs again, and my friend said he wanted to play Mario Party. I told him how much I hated the game lol, but still sat through the whole 20 turns, which took about 40 minutes. Then he decided he wanted to play a game with 10 turns. I told him I would watch and I would NOT play! After the fourth turn, I decided that I was bored, so I placed the belt over my wrists and told him to tighten it. I told him that this way I had something to do while the they all were making their ‘boring turns.’ (Tom was the last player to go before the mini - game)
 

He gleefully pulled it as tight as he could, but he never put it through the loop thingie. I think my countenance was something like ~ -_-. Then we went on to the fifth turn, (by the way, Mario Party turns take anywhere from 1 minute to 6 minutes) I placed my hands behind my back, and I giggled and said, “This time, put it through the loop, silly!” He smiled and pulled it as tight as he could and put it through the loop. I think I struggled for 5 seconds and the belt slipped off.
 

On the sixth turn, I told him to try a little harder, and he put the belt through the loop, and did something odd with the end of the belt that I couldn’t see. It seemed like he was looping the end of the belt through but I couldn’t exactly tell. That took a little longer, but it still wasn’t enough to hold me. :P

I finally said to him, “Tom, you know what? This belt is crap.” So I got the string and waited till he was done with the eighth turn. I put my hands behind my back, and he wrapped it around about 4 times. Finally we were getting somewhere! The string was not the greatest but it was able to get me to struggle for the turn. Somehow, he never tied it twice, so it just gave in to the struggle.
 

The game was near ending and I told him to give it his all, and to use all of the string. (He used about 1/6th) He must have wrapped it in and out at least 15 times. He tied it off, and left me there to struggle with this new challenge. It so happened, that the way I was sitting, when I struggled, my foot was over the string, I didn’t realize, and I accidentally pulled it TIGHTER! I really was having trouble with this one, and Tom was laughing, because the game had ended and he had to leave in 10 minutes. (His dad was on his way.) I jokingly said, “Hey Tom, can you untie me?” and giggled. Then he said, “sure!” So, I asked when would he, smiling as I said this. “Soon,” was his reply, “but not until I take this game!” We both laughed at this and he pretended to steal it, but just put it in a drawer. I kept fighting against the ropes and pulling as hard as I could. Even though I could talk I was making a noise similar to the ‘mmppph’ trying to escape. I don’t know how, but after 6 minutes of total struggling, the cheap string just couldn’t take anymore. I felt it grow loose, and then, after picking at it with my fingers, I got the string off and held both my hands in Tom's sight, showing that I was free. He soft of gave a 'darn it' kind of look, but his Dad had been waiting upstairs for a minute or so, and Tom had to leave. 
 

I knew Tom was enjoying this whole thing as much as I was, each time the turn ended, he would be happy to tie me up, lol. I don’t know what that says, but I think I’ll invite him over next week. lmao
 

 I wish this to be an honest and open discussion of ALL tyoes of bondage.BTW the set up is very much like the drembooks in the osting method:)but you can pick AND choose the message you want to read:)
The posting set up is a lot like the bedroombondage board,or it seems to be to me anyways:)

 Hope to see you all there for some stimulteing conversation:)BTW on that "boar" I go by the name "AW" not TW ooo clevaer huh:) heh heh

 HERE is the adress again :)
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http://pluto.beseen.com/boardroom/r/52845/