It was becoming that time of year again when fall made its appearance. Halloween was just around the corner, and the leaves were turning that splendor of colors that marked the start of this season. Once again, Julie was babysitting me. It was a Saturday, and we had the house to ourselves for the day. She had arrived mid-morning, looking as attractive as ever, dressed in the usual sweater and skirt – standard attire, I guess, for a teenaged babysitter.

The air was cool outside, and a gentle breeze stirred the leaves that would soon be raked into piles and placed in garbage bags. Sunlight flickered through the window, filtered by the few leaves remaining on the trees, causing dancing patterns of light on the walls and floor. The floor I could see quite well; the walls I had to twist my head around to look at. I was lying on my stomach on the floor in a very thorough, maddeningly inescapable hogtie! Of course, once again, I had badgered Julie, challenging her to tie me up! And tie me up she did! The long, nylon rope was tied around my upper body, and cinched between my arms and torso. My wrists were crossed, tightly tied, and secured to the rope securing my arms to my side, so that my forearms were twisted up behind my back. My knees were tied together, and cinched, as were my ankles. The remaining rope tying my ankles was tied off at my wrists, completing the hogtie! I couldn’t move a muscle. I couldn’t reach any of the knots, or find any slack to escape.

“So how’s the great escape coming along?” I was suddenly aware of a pair of shapely, nylon encased ankles filling my field of view. Julie had returned from the kitchen where she was doing homework. “Doesn’t look like you’ll be getting free, does it?”

“Hey,” I grunted, “ should just be a few more minutes, no problem. Almost free.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied. “Okay, it’s been two hours. Time to be untied.”

With that, she knelt down beside me and began to loosen the knots. I turned my head to the side so I could see her. She was sat with her legs folded underneath her, the hemline of her skirt just above her knees. I basked in the sight of those gorgeous legs, and the hiss of her nylons as she leaned over me, deftly working on the ropes imprisoning me. As she untied my hands, her long, chestnut-colored hair brushed against my cheek and the back of my neck.

After about five minutes, I was completely free. “I don’t know why you always want me to tie you up,” Julie was saying, “ you haven’t yet to get free.”

“It’s a lot of fun,” I replied, rubbing my wrists, “sort of like those adventure comics or movies where the hero always gets tied up.” I stretched out on the floor, relieved after being a human pretzel most of the morning. I thought for a moment. “You know what would really be fun? Maybe I could tie you up. Sort of like the damsel in distress kind of thing. I could be the villain or a burglar, and tie you to the post or a chair!”

Julie’s eyes widened at this. “Well, Glenn, I don’t know. I don’t mind tying you up, but I not sure. . . I don’t think I would be comfortable with that.”

Naturally, I was disappointed. Like a lot of young boys, I enjoyed games where girls got tied up, and the thought of tying Julie up was tantalizing. For the time being, I would have to think of something else, some way of convincing her to participate in the game. For a while, I watched TV. After I got bored with that, I went for my diary (the one that was leather-bound, with a key).

It is important to note at this point that this diary contained stuff that was of interest to young boys such as myself. I didn’t so much write down feelings or impressions, but mischief that I got into with my friends after school and on weekends. However, I was smitten with a certain young girl, and wasn’t hesitant in writing about that. I don’t think that many people keep diaries (or journals, as they may alternately be called) in a handwritten format. Everything nowadays is on computer, using a word processor. At the moment, I was writing about a prank that a friend and I had played on a neighbor. Nothing serious, but something that I wouldn’t want to get around.

I was suddenly aware that I was being watched. Julie had finished her homework, and was attempting to peer over my shoulder surreptitiously. “See anything interesting?” I smiled, closing the book and keeping one hand defensively over it. “Boy, you girls really can be nosy, can’t you?”

“Well, Glenn, I was just wondering if you wanted to play a game, or something,” Julie replied indignantly. “I didn’t realize you were writing something personal!” She looked at the diary, as if seeing it for the first time. “So what is it that you’re up to, anyway?”

I could see right through this, naturally, but there was a plan formulating in my mind. I knew, of course, that she was dying to see what I write about. My mind was racing as to how I could use this to my advantage. I had no intention of ever letting her read what I had wrote, but perhaps I could make something up . . .

“I was just writing about something me and Jack were up to last weekend. Do you know Jack? I think his older brother is in one of your classes. His name is Steve.” I knew that Julie knew Steve. In fact, I knew she had quite a crush on him. However, I knew through Jack that he was involved with another girl at the moment. How serious, I didn’t know. But I knew from what Jack had told me, that Julie often gave Steve more than just a casual glance.

“Oh, sure, I know Steve.” She was trying to act as indifferent as possible, and not being totally convincing. “He’s in my biology class. Seems like a nice guy, everyone likes him.”

“He seems to like you.” I replied. The plan that had been formulating in my mind was now starting to come together. It was just a matter of playing it through without blowing it. “Jack mentioned it the other day when we were out bike riding. He says Steve and that other girl are on the out. That’s partly what I was writing about.” Hook, line, and sinker. I held the diary in one hand and twisted it back and forth for emphasis. Of course, stuff like that didn’t get in my writings. I had better stuff to write about. But she didn’t know that.

“W-what did he say about me!” she quivered. Her eyes were wide, and a smile slowly spread across her face. It was like dangling a morsel of food before a starving person. She took a step toward me, her fingers twisting a lock of her hair. “I mean, did he say anything else? What else did Jack tell you?” She was trying to play it cool at this point, but I knew that I had her hooked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Not too much, really. Just that he thought you were kind of cute.” I placed my locked diary on a shelf. “Thinks you got a great bod, too.”

At this point, Julie’s mouth opened in amazement, and she grinned broadly. “Oh, Glenn, you’ve got to let me read what Jack told you. It’s really important!” she pleaded. She continued, “Look, I’ll let you stay up late tonight. We can do anything you want. Play some games, watch TV, whatever!”

I had her. “Maybe there is something. Remember, before lunch, when I thought it would be neat if I tied you up. Well, we could make it into a game. You could be a captured double agent. And my diary,” I pointed to it, “ could have a secret code that contains secrets that will save the world.

“I’ll tie you up to a chair. If you can get free in two hours, you can get the key and see the secret code. Now, I know you want to see what’s in there, so here’s your chance!”

Julie was biting her lip, thoughtfully. I knew that she was tempted. Strongly tempted. She looked at the diary, then at the chair. “Okay, you got a deal. But don’t tie me up too tight. There has to be some chance of my escape in order to make it fair. Also, you must untie me in two hours if I can’t get free. Okay?”

I knew that Julie thought she would have a good chance of freeing herself. Her gorgeous figure was a result of years of judo – she was, in fact, a third dan black belt – and she was limber and in very good shape. I went and got the ropes. Of course, I was going to tie her up so that she would have no chance of escape. I motioned for her to sit in the chair. She sat down, and I started to tie her up. I crossed her hands behind her back and tied them, making diagonal loops around her wrists, and then cinching between her wrists. I then wrapped the rope around her waist and the chair back, and tied it off snugly. Continuing on, I wrapped the rope around here upper body, above and below her breasts, and cinched it tight between her arms and body. I walked around the front of her, and started tying her legs. Because she wore a skirt, I tied her knees together just above the hemline, then finished off by tying her ankles together and to the cross member that supported the chair legs. I yanked tight the last knot. She was thoroughly tied up, in a classic damsel in distress chair tie.

“Looks like your determined to keep that secret code a secret,” she laughed nervously, tugging at the ropes.

“Okay,” I said. “Here is the key to the secret code.” I placed the diary key, which was on a string, around Julie’s neck so that it dangled in front of her. “All you have to do is escape, take the key, and unlock the secret code. Starting now, you have two hours. Have fun!”

Looking down at the key, wistfully, and then at the diary, Julie began her escape attempt. She pulled hard at the ropes binding her hands, then twisted side to side. She was struggling furiously, but was unable to move much, let alone escape. Smiling, satisfied with the job I had done, I left her there and went to watch TV. I peeked in on her from time to time. She tried everything to escape, but to no avail. I could hear the creaking of the ropes against the wooden chair as she struggled, followed by the sound of her frustration as she let her pent up breath out. I knew that having the key so near, yet so far, must have been driving her up the wall.

The plan that I had put together had finally come about. Little did I know that there would be another unexpected turn of events . . .

During the two hours in which I had Julie tied up, I passed the time by watching TV. I continued to hear the sounds of her attempting to escape. As I said before, she was in great shape, so the struggling wasn’t taking too much of a toll on her. Again, I peeked in on her. She was still in that meticulously, inescapable chair tie. But now, she was sat still, gazing around at the bands of rope holding her there, trying futilely to find some other avenue of escape. Then she would gaze down at the key around her neck, then over at the diary. The struggling had caused her long hair to cascade down around her shoulders and onto her chest. She looked gorgeous like that – all tied up, with her hair tousled that way.

Finally, the two hours were up. Pulling myself away from the TV, I went to untie Julie. She was sitting still now, finally exhausted after the long struggle. “Okay,” she sighed, “you win. Can’t blame a girl for trying, though, can you?”

“Oh, well,” I replied, smugly, “better luck next time.”

I started to untie her. Walking behind her, I undid her hands and unwrapped the rope from around her waist. I then started to work on the ropes binding her torso. Once I finished that, Julie brought her arms from behind her and rubbed her wrists. I started to work on her legs. The sight of her gorgeous legs in a skirt, encased in nylon, and tightly bound, was something to behold.

Julie noticed my admiration. “Glenn,” she said. I looked up, blushing slightly. “why don’t you finish watching your program? I think I can untie myself from here.” She smiled. “Actually, that was kind of fun. I really felt like the damsel in distress for a while there.” She leaned forward and started to work on the ropes around her knees.

I was quite surprised, actually. Julie had gone from not wanting to be tied up, to actually enjoying the game. I went into the recreation room and continued to watch my program. It was some sort of science fiction movie, the type of genre that I was into at the time. Looks like I had finally got to tie up the babysitter. I reveled in the memory of her helplessly tied up, struggling, and completely at my mercy. I heard Julie move around in the other room, and realized that she had finished untying her legs. After being bound for so long, she was probably walking around, stretching out. What a stroke of genius it was, convincing her to let me tie her up that way. The whole time where she thought that she would have any chance of getting free! And placing the key around her neck like that was -

The key!!?

With a sinking feeling, I ran into the other room. Standing with the open diary in her hand, Julie was ecstatically reading its contents. She was dangling the key by the string on her other hand. “Forget something?” she laughed.

I groaned inwardly. Now she knew everything that I wrote about. I knew now that the reason she wanted to finish untying herself was to distract me. Also, she now knew that there was nothing about Steve in the diary. I reached out and took back the diary and the key. But it was too late. “You promise you won’t say anything to anybody about what I wrote?” I pleaded. But I knew I was under her thumb.

“Well, well. Let’s see.” She stood, one hand on her hip, the other cradling her chin reflectively. “To begin with, there was nothing there about Steve.” She paused. “ It’s not nice to fool the babysitter.” She took a step forward. “I spent two hours tied up for nothing. Just for that, I’m going to tell about that prank that you pulled.”

“You wouldn’t do that!” I begged.

“Oh, yes I would!” she exclaimed. She paused, thoughtfully. “But perhaps there is someway around this . . .”

“What?” I pleaded, but I already had a pretty good idea what that would be.

Julie had picked up the long length of rope that she had coiled up. “You like being tied up. Fine. You’re going to sit down in the chair, and I’m going to tie you up. And if you thought you were tied up pretty good before,” she purred, grinning wickedly, “you haven’t seen anything yet!”

I slowly sat down in the chair and placed my hands against its legs. Julie started to tie me. Now, being that she was in such great shape, she could really pull the ropes tight. She started, as before, with my ankle, tightly tying it to the chair leg. She brought the rope up and tied my knee to the union of the leg and the chair seat. She then did the other knee, then the other ankle. She tied that off tightly. Julie then brought the rope under the chair and up, and tied my waist securely to the chair back. She then ran the rope up the chair back, tied it off, and then tied my upper arm to the chair back, cinching it tightly. The rope was wrapped around my torso and the chair back about a dozen times. She tied and cinched my elbow and forearm to the chair leg. Now came the wrist. It was tied with many turns to the union of the chair leg and the seat, cinched, and knotted tightly. She repeated the procedure with the other arm. When the final knot was tied around my wrist, she brought the last of the rope down and tied it to a chair leg cross member.

I was helpless. I struggled, but couldn’t move anything. I may as well have been encased in cement. Julie stood before me, smiling, hands on her shapely hips. “We’re going to have a talk, you and I. You’re going to tell me the truth about what you know about Steve. That is, if there is anything.”

“There isn’t anything,” I said miserably, “It was just a trick to get you tied up.”

“I thought so.” She shook her head. “That wasn’t very nice, what you did. I am going to keep you tied up, until I decide to untie you.”

“How long will I be tied up?” In some way, this was both exciting and scary for me. Now that she really wanted me tied up, I was totally at her mercy.

“If you really need to be untied, I will untie you.” As angry as she was, she did care enough that she wouldn’t have any harm come to me. “But if you don’t want me to repeat to anyone about what you have written in your diary, you will stay tied up until I release you.” That’s it. She had me.

“Now,” she continued, “I’m going to enjoy reading through your diary. Like you say, we girls are nosy.” She had the diary in her hand, and seemed quite amused as she leafed through the pages. “Oh, look here!” she had walked behind me, leaned her forearms on my shoulders, and held the page in front of my face. “Looks like someone has a crush on a certain girl!”

I could feel my face burning bright red with embarrassment. I fought hard to escape from my bindings, but she had me tied up much too well. When playing bondage games with an older, more experienced girl, it is not just the knots that are tied with rope – it is also the knots tied with the mind. Julie had tricked me fair and square. Although I thought she deserved to be tied up after she had tried to peek in my diary [see July], she had ultimately gotten the better of me and given me my just deserts. I was bound by the babysitter. This much I knew: I was going to be tied up for a long, long time. . .

Typically we would play with two teams of two. It would be Stacy (my age) and I, vs. Dharma (one year older) and her sister, Betty (one year younger). The fist time we played, I had suggested it. Betty and Stacy were definitly into it, but Dharma needed convincing. We made the rules. Originally Stacy suggested that once someone is shot, they die and are out of the game. Betty offered that perhaps someone should be tied up, and if they are able to escape, they are free. Naturally we all agreed with this logic. The teams were desided. Stacy and I were the cops. Dharma and Betty were they robbers. We each had our own bases, and we each gathered supplies.

Then the game started.

Stacy and I got our stuff together. We each had one pair of plastic handcuffs (virtually the only difference between being cops and robbers) which would be used to escort our prisoners back to our base. There they would be further restrained.

We split up and I went to spy on Betty and Dharma. I peered around the corner and looked into their basement (they had one where it open from the outside, you know, where you walked down, kinda like a storm cellar). I was immeaditly grapped from behind, a powerful hand clamping over my mouth stifiling my screams. Dharma overpowered me and dragged me into the basement. Betty rushed over and assisted her older sister into forcing me into the large arm chair that they had set up. Needing to use four hands, my mouth was released. They bound my hands to each arm of the chair as I screamed for Stacy to help me. Then they bound me ankles to each leg of the chair, before roping me to the back of the chair.

"What are you going to do now, cop?" Betty sneered, staying in character.

"I'm going to yell for back up!" I informed, and I did. For a little while. Betty stuffed a large rag into my mouth.

"That aught to keep you quiet enough." she smiled.

"Mmmmph!" I grunted to their satasfaction. After grinning at the sight of me bound and gagged, they left, presumably to find my partner. With them gone, it took be seconds to attemt at freedom.

I was surprised to find that I was well bound. Being tied by girls, in a haste as well, I had figured that I could easily escape. But it was not so. The ropes were pretty tight, and struggling made them more uncomfortable. The knots were think and tight, and I was unfarmiliar with them. With effort, I moved the chair a few inches, but it wasn't very effective in the grand scheme of things. I got upset at being bound and gagged and being unable to free myself, especially at the hands on girls.

Nothing was holding my gag in, I realised after long last. It tooks some work to avoid swalloing it, but it wasn't to hard to work out of my mouth (she had stuffed it pretty deep). With disgust I spat it onto the ground.

"HELP!" I yelped between bites at my knots. I couldn't even get the knots out with my teeth, so I just yelled for help. I didn't take long for someone to come... But it wasn't who I was hoping.

"Hmmm, so I'll have to keep you quiet using other means." Dharma smiled with an evil grin. She looked around the basement, and produced a role of masking tape. She ripped a long strip of tape from the role and approached me.

"This should keep you quiet." she said as she pressed the tape against my lips. It sealed my mouth and I grunted.

"There nice and quiet the way a captive cop should be." she proceeded to tear of strip after strip futher plastering my mouth with tape.

"Now listen real good Jim, you better keep you big mouth shut. My mom's right outside in the garden, and we can't have her hearing you and setting you free. After all, I think I like you better this way." she mocked, before making a quick departure.

I knew I could work the tape off, but she used ALOT and it might have taken awhile, so I decided to make some noise, by knocking something over, thus alerting Dharma and Betty's mom. I glanced around the room, thankful I wasn't blindfolded. I saw a bunch of tools on a shelf nearby and figured that I could inch over there and knock them off. I worked my way, straining agaisnt the ropes to move the chair, which seemed harder than it should have been, grunting into my gag with the work. Eventually I gave up and I am not a very hard worker. I licked at the tape gag. It tasted foul, naturally, but it seemed to work. The large amount of tape made it harder, because the outward edges of the gag were plastered onto my cheeks and I was unable to remove the gag. Then I decided to rub my cheek against my shoulder: and low and behold! I got it off! I screamed to high heaven: but again the person answering my pleas was not who I hoped.

Betty came down backward and was carrying someth- she carried the feet of a squirming Stacy, which were tightly bound with rope. Dharma was carrying her upper body as they lowered her down the srairs. She was bound heavily with lots of rope, over her ankles, knees and thighs. Her wrists were bound together in front, which surprised me, but they were tightly pinned down to her body by even more heavy ropes tied very tightly all over her torso/waist/chest area. She was wearing jeans and a sweater, I remember because the wool and denim bulged out from where ever there was not any tight roping. She was equally tightly gagged, her bulging mouth was obviously packed, and held in by a red bandanna, tied over the mouth/detective style. A second red bandanna was used to blindfold her. Her face was bright pink and sweaty from struggling.

"Took us quite a while to tie her up. But now we got both you cops at our mercy. So what are we going to do?" Dharma questioned with an evil grin.

"Why, I think that we should hold them as hostages!" Betty exclaimed in an obviously rehearsed scene.

"MMMPPH!" a muffled roar of disaprooval came from Stacy's gagged mouth.

"That's not fair!" I ranted "According to the rules we should be set free, if we're both captured, you win!" I was in agreement with my partner.

"Survey says..."

"You guys stay our hostages." Betty chuckled.

"And it appears that you just won't stay gagged!" Dharma let out, just realizing I had ungagged myslef.

"Well I could go look around for some duct tape if you'd like." Betty chimed in. Dharma's eyes lit up.

"Of course. Nothing keeps big mouths shut better that good old silver duct tape!" I was in horror. I didn't want duct tape applied to my skin, for fear that in would hurt too much apon removal. I knew it would.

"No! Help! Help! Hel- Mmmpph!" Dharma's hand clamped down over my mouth.

"Quick Betty, get the duct tape! I'll just keep him quiet the manual way."

It didn't take very long for Betty to rumage around and find the big thick roll. She pulled off a length which made a ripping sound, before tearing it off with her teath.

"Open up!" Dharma stuffed my mouth with the original rag I had spit out. It was still moist as she packed it deeply into my mouth. Then Betty pressed the cool sticky tape against my lips pressing hard agaisnt my lips, taping my mouth shut.

"Mmmpph!" I struggled. The gag was tight.

"See, he can't even open his big mouth up! Perfect. A nice tight gag makes all boys look better!" she smiled at me.

"Mmmpph!" I struggled helplessly.

"Why look Betty, I think he's trying to comminucate." she mocked.

"Mmmpph!" came another bound and gagged captive from the floor.

"Keep quiet too! We had enough of your lip before we gagged your precious little mouth, and I'm sick of it. You're both better gagged. C'mon Betty, let's go have a snack." Dharma resolved, as they left us, bound, gagged, and helpless.

Let me know if you want me to continue this story...

Just a bit about myself first. I had always found bondage fascinating. Being tied up was the last thing a wanted so doing the tying was my speciality. Over the years due to my fantasies I had collected many bondage items such as shackles and handcuffs. Handcuffs were my favourite. I see that ropes are the preferred method in this forum but there is something that screams "inescapable" when it comes to handcuffs. I had purchased several sets but could never find anyone to use them on in my small town. Two things in life are important to me bondage and clothes. I was a secretary at a dentist's office so I always dressed up. It made me feel good about myself to wear nice things. And I love scarves. Not to mention they are so practical. This was of course my preferred method of gagging someone. To slowly untie a nice silky scarf from my neck, put a couple of knots in it and then force it into the victim's mouth. It seemed like so much fun! Through out the late eighties and early nineties I accessoirized with them continuously. Nice fans and bows were really popular. How lucky for me and Karen I might add.

In my next post I'll tell how I first "kidnapped" Karen.

Colleen - who previously tied and tickle-tortured me - is upstairs getting rid of Paul. I am in a quandry - if I scream and he comes down to investigate, Kelly and Colleen have said they'll tied him up too. And Kelly said she'll make him watch as she tortures me (she even threatened me with her red socks in my mouth, just as Colleen had gagged me with her dirty socks a few weeks earlier). But still, to be safe, Kelly hand-gags me.

A couple minutes later, Colleen comes back down the stairs.

"Well, he's finally gone. I told him Mom needed you to go to Aunt Jane's house to drop some clothes off" (NOTE: Me parents were at a dinner-dance for the day/night. My Aunt Jane lived about an hour away.) "So he's finally gone. How was our prisoner, Kell?"

"Frisky. I had to gag him with my hand the whole time, and he keeps struggling and my feet are getting tired. I think we need a more permanent way of keeping him restrained."

"What'd you have in mind?" Colleen asked.

"A double bed with a headboard. Like yours."

I was still handgagged and trying to plead with Kelly to take her hand off. She picked up on that, "I know, kiddo, but I don't WANT you to talk yet," she taunted.

"How do we get him upstairs? And his hands are tied behind his back - we have to get them in front of him to tie him down to my headboard. How do we go it?"

Kelly paused, removed her hand from my mouth. She pushed me to the floor and then put both her feet on my chest to hold me there.

Finally she said, "I've got it. Just cover me. If he resists - well, you know where he's ticklish, right?"

"You said you wouldn't!" I yelled.

Kelly snickered - "I said THAT I wouldn't tickle you, but Colleen loves it and does it so well. You see, never trust a girl who's kidnapped you. Now lie still and do what you're told and you won't get tickled."

Colleen stood over me and wiggled her fingers, letting me know what I was in for. What the heck, I thought. This was Kelly, girl of my dreams, after all.

Kelly told me to fold my knees up to my chest and slide my handcuffed hands under my feet to the front of me. I did, and I was now bound hand and foot with my hands in front of me.

"You think we can carry him?" Colleen said.

"Sure, he doesn't weigh too much. You get his arms, I'll get his feet. Bobby, not a word!"

And with that, Kelly and Colleen carried me upstairs 2 flights to Colleen's room, where she had a double bed with a headboard. Kelly pinned me down on the bed while Collen ran back down to get the rope. She came back with the rope and duct tape.

Kelly tied my cuffed hands to the crossbar of the headboard, not too taut, but in a way that pretty much had me sitting up against a pillow with my arms - bent at the elbows so they wouldn't strain too much - tied over my head. My feet and knees were tied together, but not down to anything.

"That's much better - he can't escape or writhe around now," Kelly said, sitting next to me with the soles of her feet pressed together, like she was doing yoga or something.

She picked up the duct tape and, like before, let it dangle from her finger as she grinned at me.

"As I said, only if we need it," Kelly said, putting the roll on the nightstand.

Colleen said, "Actually, since you won't let me torture him, why don't I leave you two alone. I'll go to watch some TV, then I'll go to the store to get some things for dinner. OK?"

"Sounds good to me," Kelly said. "Our little hostage here can thank me later for saving him from his big bad sister."

"Yeah, whatever," I said, not minding the idea of being alone with Kelly, but not entirely trusting it either.

"OK, bye you two. I'll check on you in about an hour," Colleen said before leaving.

After she left, Kelly sat there grinning at me. I was checking her out as she did, all over. Hey, I may have been tied up, but I still had the hots for my captor. She was kind of wiggling her toes through her socks, and when her feet caught my attention, she teased me.

"What, you checking out my feet? Do you like my socks or something? Colleen told me how much you love socks, espcially in your mouth. Right?"

"No, I wasn't..."

"Well, while I've got you tied up, how about a closer look?" Kelly asked, and then slid one foot right up to my nose. It didn't smell bad, but not great, either.

"Don't you love these red argyle socks? I've had them for years and there's not a hole in them anywhere. "And I always take my shoes off and walk around in them," Kelly said, waving her foot in front of my nose some more. "Don't you love them?"

"Uh, would you mind..."

"I said don't you love them?" moving her other foot under my nose and dangling both of them there. "I suggest you answer me."

"Sure," I said, trying to pull my face away from her feet. "They're great."

"That's more like it," Kelly said, finally pulling her feet away and kneeling next to me. "In case you can't guess, Bobby, this is MY way of torturing you." And she started to laugh while I just kind of squirmed.

"Actually, there's one more thing I want to do," Kelly said, reaching down and unbuttoning the top button of my Hawaiin shirt. "Don't worry, I'll keep my feet to myself.

I sat there dumbfounded as she unbuttoned my shirt so my chest and stomach we basically bare, and it was just me and my bermuda shorts. Kelly couldn't get my shirt off because of the way I was tied up - she knew that - so she slid the shirt up my arms and tied in a bunch to the headboard over my hands.

"Just a little reinforcement, in case you get out of the ropes," Kelly said. "Feel helpless?"

"Yeah," I said with a stutter. "And a little cold.Why can't I keep my shirt on."

Kelly leaned in with her big eyes blazing at me. "Don't worry, you won't be cold for long."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, nervous.

"You'll find out, but I need you attention. I can't have these interupptions."

And she reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the duct tape, and ripped off a long piece.

"No! Don't!" I yelled, but Kelly just laughed as I thrashed my head around and easily forced the tape over my mouth. Then she added a couple more pieces to keep it on.

I tried to scream and kick, but Kelly sat on my legs. I kept yelling under the gag, but nothing got through.

"Oh, what's the matter? So what if I gagged you? Colleen gagged you with smelly socks - at least I didn't do that."

"Plus," she added, "I told you never to trust a girl who's kidnapped you."

And then, shocking me, she ran a finger all along my exposed rib cage and up to the armpit. It tickled like hell and I begged under the gag, but it was worthless.

"How could you think I would tie you up and NOT tickle you?" Kelly said, running another finger up my right side in sequence with the one on the left. Agony!

"Colleen told me how ticklish you were, but I didn't believe her. NO ONE can be that ticklish!" Kelly said, now lightly running all her fingers over my stomach and chest up to my underarms. I felt myself sweating and screaming with tears coming to my eyes, but I was Kelly's helpless victim.

"Oooh, maybe you are that ticklish? Are you Bobby? Are you that ticklish?" Kelly said with an evil giggle, continuing with those light tickles that I was now sure would kill me. "How about your ribs - are you're ribs really that ticklish?"

She then started to dig both her hands into both my ribs, tickling them to no end. I was certain I'd pass out!"
"Are you crying?" Kelly asked while she tickled me."Oh poor baby. I'll have to find a way to cheer you up!" And then the tickling got even more merciless on my upper body while Kelly sat on my legs.

I panted and sweated and cried and laughed - this was worse than Colleen tickled me! Kelly continued the tickle torture with very little pity.

"So you think you can listen in on my conversations and get away with it?" Kelly demanded with a laugh. "Can't you see you deserve to be tickled to death?"

The tickling kept up for many more minutes before she stopped and looked right at me with a smile. I was gasping under the gag.

"Oh, how thoughtless of me. I forgot to tickle your feet!" she said as I again screamed for her to stop but it on'y came out as an "MMMPPHH!" "OK, I'll tickle them extra hard now."

Despite my meaningless pleas, Kelly turned around and kneeled across my legs facing my feet, the soles of her socks facing me. She started to calmly tickle in between my toes.

"You have big feet - more for me to tickle," she said. "What's that? You want to tickle the SOLES of your feet? OK. And you want me to tickle the TOPS of your feet? And the arches? And your ankles? OK, kiddo, it's your choice."

Kelly's assault on my feet was relentless as I bucked and shook the bed and was laughing so hard that I thought I'd never stop. Finally she stopped and climbed off me, sitting with her legs crossed in front of her next to me. I tried to catch my breath and finally did, but the gag still held any scream that I had.

"Colleen has now idea how bad I'm tickling you - SHE thought I was giving you a pedicure, because she said you hate having your feet touched. I'll say!" she said. "But I'm sure she'd approved with my method of torture. Tickling is an oldie but goodie. Don't you agree?"

I nodded my head vehemently up and down.

"Would you like me to tickle you a little more?" Kelly said in almost a baby voice, while I violently shook my head no. "OK, if you want."

She started to tickle my neck lightly with her fingers, causing me to squeal and squirm and pant heavy again. She lectured me as she tickled me.

"You brought this on yourself, my friend. They used to execute people for spying, you know. Too bad you never learned your lesson. Horrible tickle-torture is the only way to teach you. Horrible, horrible tickle-torture. I am so glad I'm not in your shoes - this must be agony, huh? Being practically tickled to death twice in one month by 2 girls? Isn't that worst? I don't think anyone can take tickling like that, do you?"

Finally, she stopped the tickle assault on my neck and flopped her head down on my chest, while I tried to recover. I was still laughing spasmodically and felt old tears stinging my face.

"I'm exhausted, Bobby. How 'bout you?" Kelly asked lying on my chest, then picking her head up to look at me. "I'm sorry I had to gag you, but you're so ticklish the neighbors would have called the police. I would have been arrested for attempted murder, trying to tickle you to death. You understand," she said with a little smile.

"You want me to take your gag off," Kelly asked.

I nodded as my laughter finally died down and she sat up and placed her feet by my head.

"If I take your gag off, I don't want to hear a sound for 15 seconds. Then I want no screaming. If you do..." she motioned towards her socks and moved her feet around for emphasis. "Get my drift? Dirty socks don't taste so good, do they?"

I shook my head. I was sweating like crazy.

"When you talk to Colleen, not a word about me tickling you - you can even deny it. Just tell her you learned your lesson. Tell her it was the most horrible torture imaginable - which, actually, it was."

Finally, Kelly took my gag off.

When I could finally speak, I had no idea what to say.

"My God, that was the worst. Please, no more," I said.

"Only if you deserve it," she whispered, wiggling her fingers again. "If Colleen ever finds out..."

"She won't, OK? Please untie me now, Kelly. PLEASE!"

"Don't interupt," she said, placing her hand over my mouth again. "If she ever finds out, I'll pay you another visit. And I'll bring a few girlfriends. You'll be tied down and tickled so hard it will make this seem like a tiny little slap on the wrist. Got it?"

I nodded and Kelly took her hand off my mouth. She untied my shirt and rope from the headboard and my shirt fell back into place. She leaned over me and buttoned it back up and then untied my feet - giving them a little tickle first.

"Just want to remind you who's in charge," she said. I now was only handcuffed. KElly walked me back downstairs and sat me on the couch, putting her feet up on me and demanding that I massage them. I took off her socks and did just that with my cuffed hands. Just then we heard Colleen pull back up in the car. Kelly pulled her bare feet away and quickly put her socks back on. I don't ever think I'll forget Kelly's rfed argyle socks. How can I?

Colleen walked in and kicked her shoes off. "Well well well. Are we all done?"

"I think so," Kelly said. "You have the key?"
Colleen reached into her sock and pulled it out. "You sure we should let him go? Has he learned his lesson?"

"Yeah," Kelly said, nudging me with her foot. "Wouldn't you say so, Mister?

"Uh, yes. Yes and I'm sorry. Please, take the cuffs off," I asked. Kelly reached down and uncuffed my hands. I was free.

"Tying him up wears you out," Kelly said. "What's for dinner?"

i was sittin at home by myself one night and i got bored. i started thinking about when my b/f watched me tie myself up and then made me stay that way for 3 hours. i thought i would try it again. i still had my school uniform on just to let all of u know. it consisted of my white blouse, dark red mini skirt, and my black over the knee pantyhose. as my b/f likes to say i was dressed just like britney spears. i took my shoes off so it would be more comfortable and then i looked for the stash. i found a bunch of cotton rope, some belts, a bunch of pantyhose, tape, and handcuffs.
i thought i would try a hogtie. i tied some rope around my ankles then around my calves and then i bent my knees so that my calves were touching my thighs. then i tied some more rope around my thighs and ankles about 10 times. so now i couldnt straighten my legs at all. then i tied another rope from my ankles to the chain on the handcuffs. before i handcuffed myself, i shoved some pantyhose in my mouth and then taped my lips shut so the only thing you could get out of me was a faint mmmmmphhhh. then i crawled into my room and set the key to the handcuffs on my bed. then i crawled back to the den. i locked the handcuffs on my wrists and sat there and rested for a minute.
then i began my escape. i started wiggling around trying to get my legs free, but it wasnt being to sucessful. i had really outdone myself this time. i sat there rubbing my legs together trying to loosen the ropes a little but it was no use. then i remembered that my b/f was supposed to be coming over later tonight. i started panicking. i couldnt let him see me like this cause he would never let me out of it. i started rolling, crawling whatever u wanna call it towards my room to get the key. it took me about 30 minutes to do that and i got to my bed but i couldnt stand up to get the key. i started rocking back and forth trying to even knock the ropes off of me. that didnt work so i started crawling around my room to try and find something sharp.
i looked across the hall from my room and into my parents room and knife that my dad must have dropped or something. so i crawled from my room to my parents room. that seemed like it took forever. i was home alone by the way. i made it to the knife and i tried to roll over on my side to open it, but it was really really hard. i finally got it in my hand but now i had to open it because it was a pocket knife. so now i was laying in my parents room, dressed in my school girl clothes, hog-tied, handcuffed, and gagged, and trying to open a pocket knife w/ both hands tied behind my back. then i got it about half way open and i had to jam the blade into the ground to get the rest of it open. i finally got it open and started cutting the rope that kept me in the hog-tie. i cut it off but my ankles were still bound to my thighs. i set the knife down and tried moving my wrists so that they were in front of me. i got them to reach my ankles and then i fell. so now it looked like i was in another hog-tie. i got out of that and went back to my room to try for the key again. i tried rocking myself back on the soles of my feet so that maybe i could reach the key w/ my hands. i rocked backwards but i rocked to hard and feel flat on my back. i tried it again and balanced myself this time. then i heard a knock at my door. it was my b/f. he walked into my house and went straight to my room. he started laughing at me and then saw my camera laying on the dresser. he picked it up and started making pics of me. i was still balanced and i reached up and grabbed the key but then he went and picked me up and threw me on the bed. he told me that he wasnt gonna let me out of it. but apparently he didnt know that i had grabbed the key. so he went to get some more rope and i uncuffed my wrists. then i untied my legs and took the gag off and i went to find him. he came back w/ some more rope but told me that since i had gotten out of it he wouldnt bother me tonight. then i told him my legs were hurting really really bad right now so he just rubbed them for the rest of the night for me.

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I had been babysitting, and I'll call it that for lack of a better word, Karen for a couple of months before I was able to take any action. I had been trying to come up with a way to introduce her to TUG's but it's difficult. Fortune was on my side this particular day as she was reading a novel about a young girl being kidnapped and held for ransom. I had discussed with Karen's mother the day before about taking her to my lakeside cottage. Of course Karen and her mother were both delighted.

As Karen sat beside me on the couch, she mentioned several times about how exciting the book was. I asked her about the novel and she explained the circumstances surrounding the herione's abduction. Karen seemed to find it quite exhilirating to say the least. I knew that I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by so I baited her.

"Karen dear, you seem to be really in to that book."

"Oh yes it's so exciting. "Jill" was kidnapped and held by some crooks for big money!"

I smiled "Did Jill get away?"

"Come on Sharon, they always get away." she replied half-disgusted that I would even mention that.

"That's because the crooks are stupid." I knew I had her.

"Yeah maybe you're right. You really have to know what you're doing, I think."

I smiled and said innocently, "How about we make today's trip to the lake an adventure? What'd ya say?"

Karen's eyes lit up. "An adventure? Oh Sharon that's sounds awesome!"

I was shaking a bit but I managed to get out the details. "We can pretend a kidnapping. I'll kidnap you and take you to my secret hideout, my cottage. Doesn't that sound fun?"

She immediately agreed. I couldn't believe my luck. After telling Karen to sit tight for a couple of minutes I went to my bedroom for the goodies. I kept a small locked trunk in the back of my closet full of bondage stuff. My first reach was for a set of shiny, silver handcuffs. Karen might be a little surprised but she'd be fine. I threw a couple of other things into a purse and headed back to the living room.

"Ok sweetie..."

When I got back to the living room Karen wasn't sitting on the couch. I smiled to myself. She was playing out her part.

"Where are you? You little sneak!"

Karen began to giggle and I immediately knew she was hiding behind the love-seat. So I made my way around the couch and then pounced on her. She let a loud squeel out of her in which I quickly muffled with my hand.

"Shhh, my darling I've caught you now." Karen laughed as I turned her over on to her stomach.

"Now if I remove my hand, will you promise to be quiet?"

Karen nodded and I slowly removed my hand from her mouth. "That's a good girl." I purred.

"Oh no please, please don't tie me up." Karen said playing her part perfectly.

I set the purse down beside her and took out the handcuffs. This brought a smile to my face and couldn't resist saying "Alrighty let's get these handcuffs on you."

Karen didn't have much time to protest as I snapped a cuff around each one of her wrists. "There perfect Karen."

"I thought you were going to tie me up?" Karen said a little surprised.

I responded "I don't really recall but now you're my prisoner." At last Karen was my captive and for the rest of the day she was going to stay that way.

Without wasting a lot of time I began to remove the long green, silk scarf that was tied in a bow around my neck. I felt my body tingle as I pulled it from underneath my blouse collar. After tying a large knot in the middle I gloated:

"And since I can't trust you..." I said to the young girl who was testing her handcuffs. "Time for your gag." She didn't resist as I placed the silk knot in her mouth and tied it firmly behind her head.

"Mmmmppptttthh." Karen blurted out.

"I know dear, but I can't really take the chance now can I?" Not that I had any intention of not gagging her but I had to be gentle with the young girl or else this fun would be shortlived. With purse over my shoulder I got Karen to her feet.

"Ok young lady, march to the garage."

I led her by the arm to my oversized Buick parked in the garage. The whole kidnapping thing wouldn't be complete without putting her in the trunk. This made me nervous but putting her inside would be too risky. Besides the trunk was extremely clean and it wouldn't be for too long.

"Since we have to drive to my secret hideout you're going in the trunk Karen." I said rather forcefully to not give her room for resistance. But luckily Karen, with my help, climbed into the trunk.

"It's nice to see you're being cooperative Karen. Otherwise I'd have to punish you later." A sly grin crossed my lips. But my little captive didn't notice as she wiggled herself on to her side for a little more comfort.

I went back to my purse and took out a narrow black patent belt that I felt suited the occasion. It seemed quite funny, I had just worn that yesterday and now I was using to bind Karen's ankles. After wrapping the belt around a couple of times I fastened it.

"Mmmpppttthh."

"Well look at you Missy. Handcuffed and gagged in the trunk of my car. You're parents will be lucky if they ever see you again." I teased.

"I may just keep you tucked away for a good long time."

Karen managed to play the part very well. Fighting a bit and trying to let her out screams that remained muffled by my scarf.

"Ok Sweetie, we're off. You just lay there and relax. Sharon is in charge now." and I patted her cheek.

I grinned from ear-to-ear as I slammed the trunk lid down and made my way to the driver's seat. After setting my purse down I distinctly remember taking out my lipstick and applying a fresh coat. "It's been a rather good day!"

To be continued of course.

My guy friend(let's call him Bobby) has a pool. One hot summer day, I went to his house and his three guy friends were there. They're names were Mike, Matt and Dave. They were all pretty hot. We had an afternoon of fun around the pool, fooling around, they guys grabbing me, scooping me up, their strong arm around my back, their other arm under where my knees bend. They would always toss me in the pool, and one of the other guys would try to catch me. I was wearing a bikini, and it was on securely, so I wasn't worrying.

Then, it started to rain. Just our luck. I lived about ten minutes away from Bobby's house, and since none of us could drive, I decided to stay for a while. When I was busy drying off myself under the umbrella, I noticed the guys were in a huddle. Matt and Mike and Bobby went inside, and Dave walked over to me. He pulled a bandana out of his bag, and wrapped it around my eyes. Dave was very strong, and so much fun! He whispered he had a surprise for me, and he flung me over his shoulder, and I heard him walk inside.

He set me on the floor, and told me I couldn't peek yet. I heard footsteps walk into the room, and a pair of hands took my blindfold off. I saw that we were in Bobby's living room, and Bobby was setting up things on the coffee table, such as long white rope, and duct tape, and a pair of socks. Suddenly, a strong hand pushed my head down knocking me on the floor. Dave stretched me out, laying on my stomach. I squirmed to get up, but he sat on me, and Bobby took my wrists, and tied them together, then put duct tape over them. He had used a long piece of rope on my wrists, and tied the other end to a leg of a table. Then I saw Matt and Mike walked down the stairs, carrying a tray, but I couldn't see what was on it. Then Dave took one of my feet, and using a long rope, he tied it around my ankle, leaving a long strand. He tied the other end to the leg of a chair. He did the same with my other foot and a chair across the room.

Before I knew it, Matt and Mike each had a foot in their hand. I could see what was on that tray. There was a sharpened pencil, two paper clips, a pair of dull scissors, one of those pen caps that clip onto your shirt pocket, a pair of cuticle scissors, a ball point pen, and a regular butter knife. What are they gonna do with this stuff, I wondered. Then, I realized what they were going to do. They started unstrapping my platform sandals, and threw them against the wall. Mike took the cuticle scissors, and Matt took the pencil, and they started moving it up and down my feet very gently...I couldn't help it. I started cracking up, screaming. I guess I should mention here that my toes are extremely ticklish! I was dying of laughter, they wouldn't stop! Then they switched tools. I couldn't tell what they were using. I knew they wouldn't do anything to hurt me, but I couldn't stop laughing! I started screaming loudly, and that's when Bobby took the socks and stuffed them in my mouth, then put a piece of tape over my mouth. My screams were only muffled MMMMPHS now.

The guys switched on and off with my feet for about an hour. I was going crazy! Finally, I could feel fingernails moving up and down the bottoms of my feet. It died down, then started again! They played those baby games with my toes, you know, This Little Piggy, and Round and Round the Racetrack. They wouldn't give it up.

Finally, about suffering from this torture for about an hour and a half, they cut me loose. I decided to bust out of that house as soon as I could! I told Bobby I was leaving, and he tipped me back, kissing me. Then, Dave lifted my ankles up, and started writing something on each toe. Bobby dropped me on the couch, and I looked at what they had wrote. They wrote the letters of TICKLE ME!! on the bottom of my toes! I couldn't take it, I got my clothes, and ran out of that place without saying another word.

Now, at the time, my wrists were small...not to mention that I was bright. So, I said "Sure I can. I'll put them on and get them off. To make it harder, I'll even do that in a chair."

"Fine...but I bet you can't." she said.

I went upstairs and got the cuffs, and the key. I gave her the key and I sat down in the chair. Thinking that I was smart, I thought that I could just close them a little bit and be able to slit my hands out. So, I did just that. As I was ready to slip my hands out, she came up behind me and before I knew what was happening...CLICK!
She had closed them on me. And I had looped my hands into the chair so that I couldn't just stand up and run away. I was pretty stuck already. She, meanwhile, was laughing.
She held the key up and said "Shouldn't have given this to me. You could have double locked it if you didn't."

Laughing still, I was pretty shocked. But, I figured that when she went behind me that she was going to unlock them. She walked back in front of me with four belts.

"Umm...what are you doing?" I said.

Without talking, she belted each of my feet to the chair and then she belted around my waist and around my arms. I was indeed stuck.

"Alright, very funny. So, you win. I can't just get out. Ha ha. Now come on, let me out."

She looked at me with a sly look and took off her headband, which was pretty thick, and let her brown hair fall down. She immediately stuck it between my teeth and tied it behind my head. Of course, it wasn't a really effective gag.

I looked at her angrily and said, "Whath tha hell?"

So, she left the room and returned with a swim cap and some scissors. She cut the top off of the swim cap so that it was a latex band and she slipped it over my head, me not making it easy on her, and it sealed pretty tightly against my skin. The gag was indeed improved. Then she got some duct tape and took a couple small strips to hold it there.

I had been reduced to yelling "Mmmmph Mmmph mmmph!" while she laughed her head off. Even though I knew that pulling against handcuffs was useless, I was doing so anyway.

With a devilish look on her face she went to the phone. I could hear her talking, but could only make out "Come over to my cousins..."

A few minutes later she returned, laughing a little bit, and stood in front of me.

"I just invited over Julia. And won't she be surprised to see what I've got for her."

My heart absolutely sank! Julia! She was Amy's friend that I had the biggest crush on. Ear length blonde hair, eyes to die for, and a body that was absolutely perfect. She was also our age and if she found me like this...oh crap. I started really mmmhping and struggling, but this just made Amy laugh some more.

I sat there struggling while Amy watched TV. About half an hour later, I heard a car pull up. It pulled back out and we heard the doorbell ring. Amy left and returned with a laughing Julia. Apparently they thought it was funny. Especially since Julia knew I had a crush on her.

Julia leaned down in front of me and put her hands on my legs for support. At this time I was extremely glad that the belt that Amy had put around my waist was loose and had fallen nearer to my crotch, because it was the only thing holding me back.
The two of them teased me a lot for the next half hour or so. Tickling a lot, laughing, and even painting my toenails. Then, Amy said she had a great idea.
She told Julia to take off her "belt" which was actually a very sexy looking scarf that she had around her pants (she always dressed playful) and the two laughed as Julia put that over my eyes. I heard them leave and then out of nowhere, I felt something extremely cold touch my neck and feet.
They had ice cubes!
I heard more laughing for about ten minutes while they tortured me with them.
After that, they left me be and after about an hour they untied me. Julia gave me a kiss to show she was sorry, but nothing serious. Afterall, she didn't have too much of a crush on me as much as she liked playing around and toying with my emotions. That was actually pretty cool too.
I am never making a bet like that again.

Finally, his wife arrives. Surprised at seeing him tied up and the apartment robbed, she first checks her jewels. After seeing they are gone, she walked over to the bed. Instead of untying him, she gloats over his predicament. Grinning, pinching the edge of the gag with her forefinger and thumb, she rubs it in that he is helplessly tied up. Then she puts a pillow over his face and smothers him . .

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I drove along at the speed limit as to not draw any attention to myself. It would be slightly embarassing to get pulled over and have to explain why I had 12 yearold girl in the trunk of my car handcuffed and gagged. But nevertheless we arrived at the "secret hideout" later that morning. Karen hadn't made much noise in the trunk. Hopefully she was enjoying herself.

My cottage was fairly secluded but there were neighbors. They rarely used theirs which made this that much more easy. I parked in the upper driveway so I could play out the game a little more. Bringing my purse I got out of the car. I hadn't changed my clothes, so I still had on my heals. The short walk wouldn't be difficult and I would never be caught dressing down, even at the cottage.

Moving to the trunk I took out the key and began unlocking it. Karen let out another muffled cry for help. I found this really exhilirating to hear her struggle. This was getting better all the time.

"Did you enjoy the ride?" I teased. "I don't think you likley did but you are my captive so that really doesn't matter now does it? Hmmm?"

"Mmmppppttthhh."

I ignored her as I took out a black satin sleeping mask from my purse. She looked at it with her eyes wide not sure what I was going to do.

"Oh sweetie, no need to worry. Sharon knows what she's doing. Besides you're already handcuffed and gagged, why not be blindfolded too."

I quickly slipped the soft mask over her eyes. "Can't have you knowing where you are now can we. Just in case you escaped..." This almost made me laugh but it got a nice reaction from Karen.

She nodded her agreement and I began to unfasten the leather belt from her ankles. Taking one last look around to make sure no one was about I helped Karen get out of the trunk. "Now we are going to walk slowly and calmly to the hideout."

Karen gave an enthusiastic agreement and I led her off down the driveway. She was a little unsure at first with the blindfold on but I assured her that everything was fine. "Perhaps I should have made you wear these heals. Then you would realize just how difficult it can be." That seemed like a great idea for next time.

I unlocked the cottage door and said, "Karen dear, you're being very good but I still don't think I can trust you just yet."

I went and got a chair and set it down away from the windows. "Now sit down here in this chair for me." With my help Karen sat down in the chair. Without wasting any more time I put the black patent belt back around her ankles. Not quite finished there I took out a slightly longer belt and place this across her lap and buckled it underneath the chair.

"Doesn't look like you're going anywhere." I said stepping back to admire my handiwork. I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Finally after so long, I was living out what I had fanisized about for years.

I decided to remove her blindfold so she could see me taunt her. "I'm sure not how just much to ask as your ransom. Such a pretty young girl should fetch a large sum. Don't you think Karen?"

"Mmmpppthhh."

"You know, that scarf really looks much better on you than it does on me. Perhaps I'll leave that on for awhile longer." I went behind her to make sure the gag was still secure. Adjusting it slightly, I marvelled at how great Karen looked bound and gagged. Just as I knew she would.

With my hands resting on her shoulders, I bent down and whispered in her ear, "Maybe I should just keep you for myself. Hmmm? Mommie and Daddie would likely miss their precious Karen but think of all the fun we could have. Playing all sorts of games." This little game was fun in itself. Tricking the young girl into thinking I just might be serious.

Without warning I began to tickle her sides which brought some loud but yet muffled squeals from her. I laughed and said, "Oh sweetie I could never pass up the money. Your parents would pay any amount I came up with."

With that said I went over to the phone and pretended to dial a number. In a gruff voice I said, "Is this Karen's mother? I have your daughter and if you want her back you'll be paying big money."

Karen tried to call for help. She struggled with her bonds acting out her part to the letter.

"1 million dollars. That's what I want. Leave it in a suitcase at the bus station." Then I put the phone down.

"You got lucky young lady. Sounds like they'll pay." Karen seemed to be really enjoying herself. I knew this wouldn't be the last time we'd be having fun with my handcuffs. This thrilled me to say the least.

So Karen remained as my prisoner for the rest of the day. Everything worked out perfectly. Karen turned out to be a great victim and as I had always known, I was a great villianess.

Karen and I would go on to play several other games in which I would get to tie her up. Stay tuned for more.

That you posted is to Grumpy's site. However Grumpy no longer updates that site. The last update is from like two years ago I think.

Why are ALL of the pics on your links /F???

Could you please provide any similar great source of /M?

Thanks.

In this part, the conspirators (bad guys) are discovered by a 12-year old boy out camping for a long weekend with his 8-yr old brother (his parents insisted he let him come). They want the kids out of the way, but can't watch them and don't really want them hurt (no murder rap, please). So the kids have to be able to feed themselves but not escape.

The author asked me for ideas on knots that could not be untied and ropes they could not cut for several days, and I think I found good ones. But he wants them to leave the 12-year old securely hog-tied, and little brother with his hands and feet tied separately, hands in front. So he cant walk much, but can use his hands to feed himself and his brother. And he doesn't want to leave his brother hog-tied alone in the woods.

The thing is, they're caught Saturday morning and have to stay tied until Monday afternoon - but I don't think it's realistic or possible for a twelve-year-old boy to spend 2 days hog-tied without physical damage. The ropes and knots would not cut off his circulation (had a good idea for this part) but wouldn't it get painful anyway? The author says he'll have the kid on his school gymnastics team so he'll be flexible, but I still wonder.

Any input? What's the longest anyone here has been hog-tied, and why did you have to be free? Am I worrying about details or is it unrealistic and the chapter should be rewritten?

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Someone asked for sites with free videos. I will list a few sources I contact when I want a video.

2 sites I always find enjoyable is "kerhop's kaptures", very simple with weekly three tie up mpegs in good quality. URL: http://www.derekbarker.com/kerhopf/kaptures.html , and anubis (http://www.bindher.com/vidsdids/home.html), also with three mpegs. Not all mpegs are fantastic, but some are very nice

For getting videos with the mainstream tie up scenes I think chivalry video is the source to go. Not for free, but an awful lot of scenes. URL:http://www.bindher.com/chiv.html

for professionally made movies: www.harmonyconcepts.com, www.aesproductions.com, www.helplessheroines.com, www.imagostudios.com ... there are many more, but these are a nice start. Not all the videos they make will be to your liking, as they like to cater to all tastes!! But there will be some treasures if you look through their catalogue. And they ship discretely. They will even put a person's name as return address, so no one has to know what you ordered.

You can also trade of course, if you have some material you can exchange. Some people have sites for that. example: http://home.att.net/files/Authors/j/wwweffmage/html/fetish_videos.html
And I am also always interested in trading. Let me know something by email and we can discuss it more.

Hopefully this is helpfull to some people.

But, still looking. The stuff in Mark's suggestion is mostly just too grotesque, big group stuff (which I hate), poor photography, . . .

I have a few beautiful ones, F/M, in my opinion, but far
too few. If anyone's interested, give me a destination.

One way to automatically release someone after a period of time in the woods could be to attach a knife to a tree with some Silly Putty (although it might be necessary to streach the story line to have some on a camping trip) or gum.

The URL is: http://www.geocities.com/fnord4321/ or click on the link I've provided

No violence, rough stuff or porn here.

Hope this helps

It is very clearly stated in the club introduction.

The members expressed a very strong sentiment against the posting of pictures of boys/men.

Of course that did not stop the great and very self important canuck from posting off topic pictures of college boys.

They have been removed from the club.

If you are looking for pictures like that, don't waste your time.

As it happens he's also mystified that he can't untie them or even cut the ropes with his swiss army knife (the captors took their camping gear and clothes). So he has to bring them back still tied up. That leads to some humorous misunderstandings as a side-plot.

But the question is, how long could a boy realistically stay hogtied?

That being said, I still think that two days of being hogtied would be unrealistic. Does it have to be rope? How about chains padlocked on the boys? That way, they can't escape because they don't have the keys or any way to cut the chains, but they can still have quite a bit of freedom to move around.

If it really has to be rope, you may have to ditch the hogtie idea and go with just tying the boy to something immovable in a position where he can still move around somewhat but can't reach any of the knots to untie himself.

Just why can't the big brother untie or cut the ropes? Is this a sci-fi or magic story and the ropes are from the future or enchanted or what?

I lived in a large apartment complex in Phoenix, Arizona, back in the 1960s. There were batalions of children, many of them my age (about 12) roaming the complex and I was seldom without something exciting to do.

One warm evening (and there were a lot of those in Phoenix!) I was dashing about, dressed in sneakers, t shirt and short shorts (I had out grown about everything and my shorts were no different), taking part in some massive undertaking. I don't recall exactly what it was now. The whole thing reminds me now of the swift, fluid, movements of herds of gazelles, dashing to and from on the African plain, first this way, then that way... I wonder where I got the energy from.

During one of those eratic movements, I abruptly found myself alone in one corner of the complex, my compadres having veered off in another direction. I stopped, momentarily misoriented (yeah, lost is a good word) and listened as the shouts of the other children faded into the inky night around me.

Where had everyone gone?

Before I could answer myself, a shadowy figure emerged from out of the darkness in front of me. She appeared to be a young woman, in her early 20s (maybe) and I remember squinting at her, as her appearance seemed odd.

Now were this scene to act itself out in today's world, yes, I would have been stricken with terror and would have fled immediately, but back then, our apartment complex was very much like a small town. Everyone knew everyone else and children weren't frightened of adults they encountered, mostly because we knew them all. How very different our world is now. But I digress...

As I said, I squinted at the approaching figure, then laughed. "You look funny!" I remember saying to her with a laugh, not meaning any disrespect. I am not certain to this day, but I think perhaps she had pulled panty hoes over her head to distort her face. Really.

Right now you are thinking the alarm bells should have gone off and I should have beat feet out of there, but it was a different world then. I didn't recognize the young woman, but suspected I knew her.

The young woman laughed too. "Oh do I now?" We both laughed.

"Okay, you little stinker," she said to me. "Turn around and close your eyes. Put your hands behind you."

I laughed again and promptly complied, spinning about, crossing my hands behind my back and shutting my eyes tightly.

You're right. I was very trusting, but as I have pointed out numerous times already, we lived in a different world then.

I felt my wrists being tied securely behind my back and couldn't resist a stiffled giggle. Tie up games were not at all unusual in our complex and to me, this was just another game. I do recall, though, beginning to wonder who it was that was tying my hands behind my back. Perhaps I didn't know her. Still, I didn't feel threatened.

"Keep those eyes shut!" she told me in a firm, but gentle and friendly tone, as I felt her complete the tying of my wrists.

"I can't see,"I assured her, then choked back another giggle. Moments later, I felt something being bound over my eyes and milliseconds later, I could see nothing but absolute darkness. "now I really can't see," I proclaimed, tilting my head back slightly to determine if I could see beneath the blindfolded that now securely covered my eyes. I couldn't. "Who are you?" I finally asked.

A strange time to ask, I think you'll agree. I had just allowed someone I didn't really know to blindfold me and tie my hands behind my back. As I said earlier, I was a very trusting child.

TO BE CONTINUED

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"Who are you?" I asked her again when there came no answer to my first query. I turned about to face her and again tilted my head back in an effort to catch of glimpse of my captor,but the blindfold fit snuggly and I could see nothing. I tugged at my hands and found them tied securely. Whoever she was, I decided, this woman knew how to tie up kids.

"It's okay, honey,"I heard her gentle voice say and I felt a pair of reassuring arms around me, gently turning me back around. The momentary uncertainty I had felt melted away and I broke into a wide grin.

"You're kidnapping me aren't you?"

We did that kind of thing all the time in the complex, so I decided to play along, figuring that's what was going on.

"Just for a little while," I heard the soothing voice say, and I felt those gentle arms turn me about. "Cmon." She started to lead me away. I stumbled in my sightlessness, but she caught me.

"Where we going?"

"Now would I have you blindfolded if I wanted you to know that?" my captor said with a gentle laugh.

"I guess not," I said after a moment, then turned my head to smile up at her. "But I gotta be home by 9." When she did not respond, I remember feeling a little uneasy again. Was she REALLY kidnapping me? If so, I might not be home for a long, long time. I decided to play along. I tugged at my hands once more and again, found them tightly tied. What choice did I have?

"Hey, you naughty little stinker. You're not trying to get away on me are you?" I laughed aloud, partly because she called me a stinker again and partly because I knew she had caught me. Whoever this lady was, she was good.

We walked for what seemed like a long time, her with her arms wrapped carefully about me, me stumbling in my blindness occasionally. I didn't know, but she seemed to be in a hurry. Whenever I stumbled, she gently righted me, uttered some comforting words, and we went on. Kids know when you're the kind of person who is going to hurt them. Deep down they know. And my instincts told me I had nothing to fear from this mystery woman who had disguised herself, then made sure I couldn't identify her. I laughed a few times, and was actually beginning to enjoy myself, to enjoy all the attention I was getting too.

Finally, she stopped me. The ground beneath me felt soft and yielding and judging by the cool breeze I felt blowing on my long, bare legs, we were in a large open field.

"Wait here sweetheart," she said to me gently. I smiled, nodded and promised I would. Where else was I going to go in my situation?

Where was I?

I stood patiently, listening intently as I heard her soft footsteps move away and be swallowed up in what seemed like the vast openness around me. Don't recall how long she was gone, but it seemed like awhile. Even thought I knew it was useless, I tugged slightly on the bonds that held my hands behind me, then giggled. I guess, by then, there was something comforting about some things being predictable. She had bound me tightly and there was no way I could get free. Another brief attempt at peering under the snuggly fitting blindfold that encircle my eyes proved equally futile. She had, I decided, in fact, kidnapped me and I was at her mercy, but as I already said, my instincts told me this woman would do me no harm. I was actually beginning to enjoy my little adventure.

Most of my tie up games were with me (18) and my younger brother (14). We used to play a game where we would bet each other money to tie each other up and see if we could get out.

This particular bet turned out to be a bit more fun than usually as we had a surprise when we found a new friend to play with J. Anyway this is what happened.

We started of as we usually did. My brother had offered me a £5 bet to see if I could escape from a hog-tie (but we didn’t call it that then) It was a good sum of cash so I agreed. We went into my bedroom and got out our supplies (my box of rope and tape that I kept under my bed for our games) I was wearing my usual casual wear I t-shirt and baggy jeans. It was the summer so I happened to be barefoot but that didn’t matter much because we always insisted on playing our games barefoot.

My brother got to work by tying my hands behind my back palm to palm. When that was done he tied my legs together at my knees and finished by tying my feet together. He stopped and asked “do you want me gag you?” “I don’t mind, I’m gona get out any way!” I replied. He laughed and said that there was no way that I would get out this time. He proceeded to place 3 strips of gaffa tape (duct tape for you Americans) over my mouth after successfully gagging me he then tuned his attention to tying my hands to my feet. Which he did quite spectacularly well. I could actually touch my heals with my fingers! It was a real tight tie and I knew that the chance of escaping would be very slim indeed. He stood back to admire what he had done. “Get out of that” he said. I struggled and wriggled around as much as I could but none of the knots would budge. After a good 10 – 15 mins. of watching me try to escape he told me that if I couldn’t escape then I would have to stay there until he let me go. I panicked and tried to shout at him but all that came out was a quiet “mmmmmppppphhhh!”

Just then I heard my friend Ian downstairs. He came in and started to walk up the stairs to my room!

let me know if u want to hear the rest of it :)

Especially you, James. I'd love to hear the rest!

The secret is that the core was pulled out and dipped in epoxy resin (the skinnydipping boys interrupted some fibreglass repairs and the resin only gives you so long before it sets), then the jacket was pulled back over it. The result still looks like normal rope, the jacket stays soft and keeps the epoxy off the skin (nasty stuff), but in 20 minutes or so the expoxy/core/jacket combo becomes rock-hard.

With this trick, a nice 6-8 loop figure-8 "cuff" around each wrist and ankle can be comfortably loose, but will set to the exact shape of the body part, so no slipping out. The knots won't untie because the rope doesn't bend, and you can't cut what is basically solid fibreglas with a penknife.

In the story both boys are caught and quickly tied, but the younger one gets free just as their captors return. That's why they first leave the 12-year-old hog-tied with their 'special' rope, and later re-catch little brother as he tries unsuccessfully to untie what looks like a normal knot. He wouldn't have even tried if it had been chain.

Once both boys are securely rr-tied, one of the captors tells them about they're in an ancient Indian ceremonial spot and that the ropes are magic, but only so they don't try anything stupid while alone (like burning the ropes, which would melt (very painfully) before parting.

The captured boys are a minor sub-plot, though something they saw is important later on, so they have to be ok and at the right place and time.

So that's the why and how. I haven't had a chance (or volunteer) to test it, but it should work. Except for the duration, and that's a function of the rest of the story, which I don't know.

p.s. if anyone does try this, let me know how it works. But keep some bolt-cutters or a hacksaw handy, epoxy/polyester laminate is really hard if you do it right.

So there I stood, tightly tied and blindfolded, the wind whipping past me, cooling my bare arms and legs. Except for the unceasing wind, I heard nothing at all for what seemed like awhile. Where was this gentle soul who had so cleverly conned me into a kidnapping?

"Where are you?" I finally called out and again tried vainly to look beneath my blindfold. Nothing. The wind gusted and some grains of sand stung my barren legs and I winced. Sometimes we had sandstorms and I had begun to wonder if one was about to start. I was in an awful predicament if one did.

"hey!" I called out again and for the first time, begin to feel twinges of panic. The imagination does crazy things to you when you're blindfolded that long. Was this whole thing just a big prank? Had some of my friends conned this woman into bringing me...heaven knew where, and just leaving me there, tied, blind, and quite helpless? Worse yet, what if someone who wasn't so genteel as my captor came along, saw me standing there and decided to snatch me away? There wasn't a thing I could do if they did. A 12 year old child (or anyone for that matter) feels very helpless in a situation like that. In rising desperation, I tugged once again at the bonds that held my hands behind my back. Useless. My struggles didn't even seem to loosen my bonds at all. What had she used to tie me up with? I had been tied up many a time in other encounters in the complex, but never this tightly, never this well.

What was that? With the wind whipping about me, I couldn't be certain, but I thought I heard an automobile start up. I strained to listen but heard nothing more. In my sightlessness, my imagination began to get the best of me again. Clumsily, hesitantly, I took a few halting steps in the direction I thought I had heard my captor go in, feeling gingerly in front of me as I went. The blowing sand once again stung my bare legs. Suddenly, my adventure was becoming a nightmare. Then I heard it. I was sure this time...

TO BE CONTINUED

There it was again! Yes! I was sure. I heard a car engine and it was getting closer by the moment. Was it my "kidnapper" or (and I swallowed hard at the thought), someone else? If so, how would they react to seeing a blindfolded twelve year old with his hands tied behind his back? Would they laugh? Or would they just toss me into their car and carry me away? I stopped and stood waiting, rigid and anxious. My instincts told me to try and move away, to flee, but how could I? I couldn't see a thing! What else could I do but await my fate?

"Now where do you think you're going?" I heard a familiar voice say with a gentle laugh. I could hear the idling engine of a car clearly by then and it seemed like it was right next to me.

"Where did you go?" I heard myself say, partly in indignation, but mostly in relief.

"What?" the soothing voice said. "Did you think I was going to leave you out here?"

"Where am I?"

There was that gentle laugh again. I heard a car door open. "Cmon," she said and she placed her arm around me again, carefully guiding me.

"What?" I asked attempting to peer under my blindfold and again being unable to. "Where we going?"

I felt myself being eased into a sitting position. She was putting me into a car, that was plain, and that should have set off the alarm bells, but somehow it didn't. I guess I was so glad to see...er...hear her again, that it didn't matter. I heard a car door slam and sensed a leather of a car seat beneath my legs. Moments later, my captor slid in next to me and I felt a reassuring pat on my knee.

"Did you really think I was going to leave you?"

"I didn't know," I told her. "I couldn't see anything and I couldn't hear you anywhere and...." My voice broke a bit and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.

There was another reassuring pat on my bare knee. "I'm sorry it took me so long, sweetie," she said. "The car was stuck in the sand and I had to get it out. Took me longer than I thought. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Don't leave me by myself again," I pleaded. "Please." I hesitated, then said what was really on my mind. "Somebody bad might have decided to kidnap me and then..." My voice trailed off into silence. I couldn't even voice that thought. This woman did not mean me any harm. I knew that. Someone else? That could be a different story. "Please don't let me by myself again...." It was a plea, not an ultimatum.

"I promise," she said after a few moments. I could feel myself relax. The anxiety faded away. "What? Me let someone else snatch you?" There came that familiar laugh again. "With those sexy legs of yours? Not a chance!"

I laughed aloud myself. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. I felt the sense of adventure return.

TO BE CONTINUED

"You've never been kidnapped before?" I heard her ask me. I shook my head.

"Not really," I told her, unsure exactly how to answer the question. Oh sure, the kids in the complex were all the time tying one another up and taking each other prisoner, but it was the first time an older person was involved. Was she ever good at it, too. None of the kids I knew could tie me up so tightly. Usually, I could work myself free after awhile, but this time - well, I was going to be her prisoner until she decided to let me go. I wondered what time it was.

I don't remember how long we drove around. When you're 12 years old and blindfolded, time loses its continuity, the seconds, minutes, even hours blend together. I couldn't be sure, but it didn't seem like there was much traffic on the route we took. I recall hearing maybe two other cars and wasn't even sure about that. I smiled to myself when I thought of what it must look like to someone passing by, with me sitting in the car blindfoled and my hands behind my back. My kidnapper must have noticed.

"What are you up to?" I heard her ask.

"Huh?"

"You're smiling," she said. "You planning something?"

I could only laugh. "No," I assured her.

The car slowed and I felt us go over what felt like an entrance to a driveway. The car stopped and I heard the engine cut off. I turned my head in her direction, smiled and listened. Whereever we were, we had arrived.

"Okay, stinker," she said and patted me on the leg. I giggled. "We're here."

"Where?"

"My hideout, of course," came the reply. Hideout? How exciting! I broke into a wide grin. "You okay?"

"Uh huh!" I replied with a sense of rising excitement. A kidnapper with a real hideout. How much better could it get than this?

The car stopped and I heard my captor exit through the other door. For a few minutes, I sat by myself again. I listened intently but heard nothing but silence. Then, abruptly, my car door swung open (I nearly fell out) and I felt those firm, but gentle hands helping me to get out of the car and onto some wobbly feet.

"You okay, punkin?" this lady sure used lots of "pet" names, but it made me feel comfortable with her. Like I've already said, kids can tell how somebody really is. Perhaps the reason I remember this occurence so well is because she was one of the few adults I encountered (as a child) who just, plain loved kids.

I assured her I was fine because, actually, I was.

"Cmon," heard her say and she gently encircled me and started guiding me away. I resisted the urge to ask, again, where I was or where I was going. Nuts. I knew she wouldn't tell me, but it was plain that was part of the "game," and I had begun to have as much fun as I am sure she was having.

We stopped and my bare knee banged into what felt like wooden door in front of me. I couldn't stiffle another giggle. I heard her fumble for what sounded like keys. "What you laughing at, stinkweed?" Another giggle. I heard a door open and my captor carefully guided me forward. In my blindness, I stumbled a bit over what must have been the threshold, but, as always, she caught me. This time I laughed out loud. "Now behavior yourself," she chided me gently.

"I am," I insisted and found myself breaking into giggle fits. It had been a long time, by then, since I had tried to free my bound hands or see under my blindfold. Part of that might have been due to my simply getting used to my condition and, believe it or not, part of it, by then, might have been due to my not wanting to escape, so well was she taking care of me. I felt myself being hoisted up and place atop what felt like a wooden stool. My gangly, bare legs hung loosely, not touching the floor. Where had she put me?

"You thirsty, sweetie?" she asked me. I nodded. confident that she was looking at me although I couldn't see to know. I heard the sound of her rumaging around in what sounded like a refrigerator. She uttered an epitaph, or, at least, it sounded like one. "All I got is water."

"That's okay," I said, then instantly wondered how I was going to drink anything with my hands tied behind my back. But my host had already decided that.

"Open up," she said.

"Huh?" What did she mean?

"Open your mouth, honey," and she laughed at my confusion. I obeyed and a moment later, felt water being squirted into my gaping mouth. It was a matter of too much too quickly and I coughed, involuntarily spewing some of the water all over myself and, most probobly, her too.

"I'm sorry!" I said.

"Stinker!" she said in a tone that told me she was hardly annoyed. Then we both had a belly laugh. I went into a coughing fit and I felt her gently patting me on the back.

"I didn't mean to," I said. "I'm sorry."

"You couldn't help it honey bunch," she said. "I just about drowned you."

I laughed. "Yeah, you did," I agreed, still coughing a bit. I felt her towel my mouth and chin, my front and my legs.

"How's your blindfold?" she asked.

"What?"

"It doesn't hurt, does it?"

I shook my head vigorously. Crazy as it might sound, by that time, I guess I was fearful she would take my blindfold off and that would have spoiled the spirit of the adventure I was on. I couldn't see a thing, had no idea where I was, and, demented as it might sound, was loving every moment of it.

"Can't see can you?"

Again I shook my head. This time I grinned widely. "And I don't want to either."

I heard that soft, laugh again. "Never met someone who wanted to be blindfolded."

"It's fun!" I proclaimed, once more breaking into the giggle fits.

"You are a little stinker!"

"Uh huh!"

MORE TO COME

Most would find that utterly strange. Looking back now, I have to wonder myself, but me being 12 at the time, partially explains it. But who needs explanations? Who needed them then? I had been lured away, bound, blindfolded, and spirited away by someone I didn't remember seeing (or hearing) before and was having the time of my life.

We made another attempt at irrigating me, this time with a little more success. My host told me exactly when the water was coming and she was a bit more careful not to flood my tonsils out of my head.

"Are you comfortable, sweetie," she asked me after a bit.

"Huh?" comfortable? Me? Was I supposed to be? After all, I WAS being kidnapped.

"You don't hurt do you?" I shook my head. I felt her pat me gently on the sides of my long, gangly legs, then sensed her smoothing my blindfold over my eyes.

"I can't see," I assured her.

"Good," she replied, matter-of-factly, "We wouldn't want you to see anything now would we?"

"No!" I said with some conviction. As I said earlier, that would have spoiled everything. She circled around behind me and I felt her tugging on my hands. "Don't untie me!" I objected. I guess I thoroughly enjoyed being at the total mercy of this mystery women that I found to be so gentle and kind.

"Oh I won't," she said, then laughed again. she hand't done that in awhile. "You let me know if that starts to hurt or gets too loose, okay?" I readily agreed. Breaking my hands free, at that point, would have broken the spell too. And I was just having too much fun to allow for that.

My host moved about the...wherever we were (I never did see anything while there), doing something, I didn't know what. She was careful to always let me know where she was and every once in awhile, would just make small talk with me. We talked about everything from school (I would be in 7th grade that year) to whether I had a girl friend. That was at a time in history when preteens still thought girls had cooties. Well, I did...all except this wonderful person who had kidnapped me, of course.

Time slipped past and I was enjoying my interactions with this kind person so much that I hardly noticed and didn't even think to ask what time it was. As I had told her, at the beginning of this adventure, I had to be home by 9. I would be in deep Dutch if I wasn't. It never occured to me that she would not release me before the appointed time. Nothing occured to me, such fun was I having being the captive of this young lady.

We chatted. She patted me on my arms and legs a few times and used some of those pet names I mentioned earlier. I beamed and giggled, as a silly 12 year old (back in those days anyhow) would do. And rather than scaring me, the whole encounter gave me a warm feeling inside, one I hadn't know in...well, a long time.

I don't really know how long I sat on tht sat, bound and blindfolded, reveling in my situation. Eventually, she carefully got me down and guided me to somewhere else in her abode. She had me cross my legs and sit upon the floor. There was carpet underneath me. I tilted my head back and tugged lightly on my hands. Satisfied that I was still secured bound and that I could see absolutely nothing, I relaxed to away the next event in my adventure. What was she up to this time?

TO BE CONTINUED

When I was little (like ages 0-7) my best friend was a girl named Stephanie. We met when we were young because our mothers were tight. We hung out and had a good time. She was a tomboy so we got along. Anyway, as I got older, I decided girls were icky, and we grew apart. My mom worked more, and didn't talk with her mom as much, so fewer "forced playdates" were arranged. I'd still see her once and a while, but not too often. Well a little after I turned 12 I started noticing girls alot more, in many ways. In middle school, Steph was in my english and history classes, so we were kind of re-aquainted, and we once again became very good friends, this time, closer than before.

I had always been aware of my desires involving tie ups/bondage. When I was little (and still today, I might add) I was fasinated with every aspect of the damsel in distress, and would constantly watch reruns of Batman ect., hoping to catch a glimpse of a bound and gagged damsel. I recognized these fantasies, and realized they weren't quite normal, so I kept them to myself. As the popularity of the internet grew, I was able to come to terms with my desires, and realize that I wasn't as weird as I had once thought. Anyway, my desires (after reading alot, including stuff on this site) slowly changed, and I wanted two things: to tie and gag a beautiful woman, and to have the same done by me. Using some of the advice people have given to people on this site asking how to get someone to tie them up/allow them to be tied. I desided Steph would be great beacause a.) she was an attractive girl and b.) because she knew me well enough so that I didn't think she would react in disgust if she found out what I was interested in. I decided that it was much easier to get someone to tie you up then for you to tie them- I mean if you weren't interested in this, it's much less scary/strange if you are in control.

I was thinking about how to get her to tie me up- I wanted it to seem natural, and I wanted it to be fun. One night (well before my planned attempt) I was hanging out at her house on a Saturday night. I was 14 at the time. We were both single and complaining about our sad love-lives while watching some TV movie. Anyway some scene where a woman bound and gagged a man came on. I decided to go for it- it was just me and her in the house, I had the perfect oppurtunity, and I was in the right mood.

"See that's why movies like this suck, they're so unrealistic!" I exclaimed, as I thought over exactly what I was going to say.

"Well what do you mean?" she questioned, and inquesitive look coming across her face. She really was an attractive girl- and alothough I can't deny she was beautiful, I just saw her as a friend at the time. She had long brown hair which was pulled into a ponytail, and big brown eyes. She was wearing a baby T and jeans with a leather belt. She was curvy in a good way, with a really cute butt (sorry for going on and on, but that's how I would have described her at the time).

"A woman could never forcefully tie up a man." I stated mater of factly (by the way I'm not a total sexist, this was just part of my plan). She looked appalled.

"As if! That's so not true!" she gaped at me.

"Well yeah, if not true means true." I chuckled. She didn't share my enthusiasm.

"You are such a chauvinist pig! I can't believe you would say that!"

"Hey, I'm a man of the truth, what can I say."

She then continued to scowl angrily. I decided my plan had failed: if I challenged her I thought that it would seem to obvious, and she didn't appear to be challenging me. Anyway, we watched the movie until it ended. After it was over, Steph got this excited look on her face.

"Oh, wait, I almost forgot! I've got a surprise for you!" My birthday was in like ten days- naturally I assumed it was an early present.

"Close your eyes!" I didn't hesitate.

CCLLLIIICCKK! Cold steel was felt against my wrists and I knew instantaniously what was happening. I opened my eyes and yanked at the handcuffs that restrained me. I looked up at a grinning Steph who gave me a shove and I fell backward onto her bed. At long last I was a captive- now what?

TO BE CONTINUED...............................

"I have someone who wants tomeet you," she told me.

"Huh?" I tilted my head back as if to see under the blindfold, but could still see nothing but dark. Meet me? There was someone else in on this little escapade? I heard footsteps moving away and then a door opened and closed. "Who is that?" I asked, straining to hear.

"meet Calico," my host said and I felt something fluffy sitting atop my bare legs. What???!!! Whatever it was hesitated, then circled up and lay down in between my legs. I heard my host laugh.

"I guess she thinks you have sexy legs, too," she said. I beamed. It was the second time she had told me that. No one ever said had before.

"What is it?"

My host laughed yet again. "You don;t know what a cat feels like?"

"I don't know," I laughed back. "I can't see."

"Wanna see her?"

I hesitated, then said "No!" emphatically. Under no circumstances did I want my blindfold removed. The mystery of this whole experience was exhilerating and seeing anything would spoil it. I tugged at my hands to be certain they were still tied securely. They were. I relaxed again, secure in my captivity.

"She likes you!" I heard my host say. The cat still lay in the crook of my legs above my knees.

So we sat, for awhile, me, my kidnapper and her cat. The conversation turned to whether I had any pets and that made me think of home.

"What time is it?" I asked her.

"Oh, that's right. You have to be home don't you? When?"

"Nine."

My host was silent for a few moments. "Well," she said, finally, "I guess we better get you back. It's almost eight thirty."

My heart sank a bit. I was really enjoying this, but knew I had better be home on time. Mu alcoholic mother would probobly be drunk by now and would be most unpleasant if I were even a few minutes late.

"Well, I guess that stinks, doesn't it?" she said.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Cmon Calico," I heard her say and I felt her lift the feline from betwixt my gangly legs. The cat seemed to resist. "We gotta get James home."

"Can you kidnap me again tomorrow?" I asked hopefully.

I heard the gentle laughter again. "I don't know. That might be hard."

"Why? I wanna be kidnapped. I'll even meet you in the same place." There was silence as I felt myself being helped to my feet. I had the awful sense that the answer would be no.

Next time...FINALLY, the conclusion

If you dont "talk" to them they will have nothing to say :)

PLEASE cont your story,a LOT of us like it:)

2)Continue sending your stories apart from intolerant people. They aren't overweighting, only louder

3)I'm enjoying this dreambook very much. I have to improve my English radicaly, to reciprocate reading time pleasure and contribute by something own.
What about Czech or Russian? Please, don't stone me :-)

I will have some more postings soon.

Tripod has indeed pulled the plug on my site, and this time, it seems to be permanent.

I will set up the site somewhere else as soon as I find a suitable web host. I'll then post the URL here. In the meantime, keep posting everyone!.

Cherub your english is very good,since you are from russia I belive? :) lease keep posting and reading :)

My host stood me up and my gangly legs wobbled a bit, from having sat for awhile. I felt her check over my bound hands, retying them a bit. I remember wiggling my fingers a bit and beaming.

"Time to take you home, I guess," she said. She gently guided me. I heard a door open and we retraced my uncertain steps out what felt like a portral. I stumbled a bit as we stepped through the threshhold and when she caught me, I laughed.

Things seemed to happen rapidly then. In what seemed like moments, I found myself seated in a car, again with my kidnapper helping me to get comfortable.

"This has been fun," I heard myself say, staying the obvious.

"For me too," she said. I hesitated, then asked "Can we do it again tomorrow?"

My kidnapper closed the door of the car, went around and got into her side of the car. The engine rumbled to life. We started the trek back to where I had come from. I still had no idea where I was or where I had been, but the mystery had made the whole experience fun.

We rode awhile in silence, then I sensed the car slowing down. I felt a twinge of sadness. Soon my adventure would be ending. The car halted, the other door opened and a few moments later my door opened. I smiled in the direction I imagined my kidnapper to be. I felt a gentle pat on my knee.

"You're a sweet kid," I heard her say and I thought I heard some sadness in her tone too. I felt myself being hoisted out of my seat. "Cmon, stinker. Let's take you back." It seemed as though we were crossing that big field again, as I felt the wind blowing although not nearly so hard as it had. Just as before, my captor's arms cradled me and led me carefully.

"Who are you?" I finally asked her. I guess I knew it was futile to ask. If she had wanted me to know who she was, she would have removed my blindfold long before then. She had not and the adventure had been that much greater because I couldn't see a thing throughout.

We walked awhile and then she stopped me. She indicated she wanted me to sit down. I heard her sit down next to me.

"You okay sweetie?" I beamed, indicating I was. "You think you can get yourself untied?" I shook my head. There came that gentle laugh again.

"You tie people up real good," I told her. I sensed her crawling around behind me and felt my hands being loosened.

"Can you do me a favor?" she asked me. I nodded. My hands were free. It felt strange. "Don't take off your blindfold for awhile, not till I'm gone. Can you do that for me?"

"Sure." I heard her get to her feet. "Thank you," I said, then giggled. How many children would thank their kidnappers? There came an awkward silence as I sat, still blindfolded, rubbing my wrists.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Did I hurt you?" I shook my head vigorously.

"I had fun," I told her. "Can we do it again?"

I heard her laugh once more. "Not tonight," she said. "Besides, it's almost 9. I better get going. No peeking now. Not til I am gone." I agreed. "See ya!" I laughed at the irony of the statement. What would it feel like to see again after being blindfolded so long? She patted me on the knee once more and then there was nothing but silence.

True to my pledge, I sat blindfolded for some time and would have sat longer, but feared 9 o clock might sneak up on me, and I knew if I were late getting home, there would be hell to pay. At last, I removed my blindfold. When my blurred vision cleared, I realized that I was just about where the adventure began, only it seemed quieter. Gone were the shouts of the legions of children that had accompanied me just before I was whisked away. I glanced about but didn't see anyone. My gentle kidnapper was gone.

I got home barely in time. My drunken Mother was passed out at the kitchen table and my step father asleep in front of the television. Drat! My adventure could have lasted longer if only I had known.

I never did mention the incident to my parents although I did find it challenging to conceal the scratches and scrapes on my wrists. My kidnapper had bound me pretty tight and it showed. I doubt she meant to cause me injury, but merely wanted to be certain I was tied securely. And, truthfully, I had enjoyed the experience more that way.

I didn't talk about it much among my friends. After all, I had reasoned, how many would believe me?

I never did see my gentle kidnapper again or, at least I don't think I ever did. She made certain sure that I didn't see a thing while she had me. I think I would have recognized her voice though. The smooth, gentle sound of the voice is still with me today. Some might view what she did as a violent act, but I never did think of it like that. The memories still engender a warm feeling, even after almost half a century.

My legion of friends and I staged other kidnappings, other adventures, but none were nearly so memorable as this one was.

About a year or so later, the younger sister of one of my "gang," claimed to have been blindfolded and spirited away by a kind spoken lady. Sandy was 8 or 9 and was a cute little blonde who, like me, enjoyed wearing short shorts and also had fairly long, shapely legs. The others didn't take her story seriously (she told a lot of people) because Sandy was a sweet kid, but given to exaggerating. I, myself, after hearing her description of her experiences, wasn't so skeptical, particularly after she showed me the slight bruises on her wrists and said something about having a cat crawl around on her bare legs. Yup...

I went to the page tonight and got a 404 site not found message.

Please don't tell me brianspage is gone for good.

Start worrying in a few days if its not back up by then.

I hate to tell you this, but I'm sure the cat
is long gone by now.

Also, your friend has quite likely been in
jail at least a time or two, since you met
her.

It's really sad; I feel sorry for her. I bet
you do, too.

"So, what were you saying again, about women not being able to tie men?" she inquired.

"Well I said FORCEFULLY tie. You used surprise tactics." I sneered. I felt this to be an acceptable answer.

"Either way you are tied." she grinned.

"Not tied, cuffed. A very different situation." Her amusement faded.

"It doesn't matter. You're in my control!" she informed. I loved the way she said it. It got me really excited. But I acted disgusted.

"Yeah, whatever." I mumbled. I was to stupid to come up with any real argument.

"And since I'm in control, we're going to watch 'Clueless'." she said with a charming smile. That was her favorite movie. I hate that movie. It's as simple as that.

"Nooo!" I screamed in agony. Anything but that! "Really. No. C'mon. I'm not kidding." I pleaded.

"And I'm not the one handcuffed." she shot back. I tried to arise from her bed, but she shoved me back down. This actually annoyed me. I tried to get up again. She shoved me down again. The third time I went all out. I really didn't want to watch "Clueless". She met me half way, but I out-weighed her signifigantly. We tumbled forward. She wrestled me and won- I was handcuffed after all, and she basically tripped me and threw me onto her bed. She ran her hands down her blue-jeaned thighs.

"I suppose that this means you'll need further restraint." she said with a smile. She unbuckled her black leather belt and went to strap my ankles together. Naturally I kicked her in the leg.

"Ow! What the hell is wrong with you?" she slapped my leg as she wrapped my ankles in the black belt, strapping them together. I stuggled a little as she went to get more belts. She then continued to strap me with them; around the chest, on the thighs and around the waist, tightly binding me. My dreams were coming true as I was firmly bound. She started "Clueless". The horror. I struggled against the belts but they held me better than I had thought. I just rolled around alot.

"Trying to get free are we? Don't worry, you won't, a woman tied you," she grinned, "and that reminds me, I think you need to be punished for kicking me!" What did she mean by that?

But as I said during the story, it was a different time, a different place, and I saw the whole event through the innocent eyes (well, until I was blindfolded) of a child.

You know, looking back now, I do feel kind of sorry for her. I really knew nothing about her or her circumstances, but if her cat was her only companion, the woman was probobly a very lonely and, perhaps, confused person. She never did me any harm and I do not think she would have, but I can readily understand how tying and up and blindfolding a child and carrying them off in the night could get her into deep deep trouble.

And yes, you're right, Janet. The cat is long gone by now. And that's just as well. I've never been a cat person and my pet bird would not appreciate it if I were.

Ian was dressed as I was, a pair of baggy jeans, t-shirt but with the addition of some trendy trainers. He agreed to the rules of the bet, had his shoes and socks removed and was tie up in the exact same way as I was. A super tight hog tie and a snug fitting tape gag. I lay there and watched as he struggled against the rope and mumbled some muffled words into his gag. I saw the rising look of panic in his eyes as he slowly realized that he was like me, completely helpless. Ian looked up at my brother. My brother stood there and said, “Stuck?” Ian nodded his head and gave a short “mmpph” my brother looked at us both and said “well I’ll see u guys later” and with that he left the room shutting the door behind him. We both tried to shout to him as the door shut but he ignored us and walked straight out.

So there we were to 18 year olds tied up and gagged by one 14 year old kid. It then dawned on me that he knew we wouldn’t get out of this and this was just a silly prank on his part but not knowing when he was coming back we got going on trying to untie each other. I wriggled over to Ian to try to untie the rope connecting his hands and feet but I couldn’t reach any of the knots that I needed! After 15 min’s of trying to untie each other’s ropes we gave up and waited until my brother returned to untie us. He came back after half an hour and let us go and to of cause we had to pay up on the bet! He reviled to us later that he had planed the whole thing from tying me up to inviting Ian round and getting him involved just to scam £10 off us (clever little brat) But Ian and me had some plans of our own to get our money back another day :)

Hope u liked my story. I have lots move stories of our games and bets if you wuld like to hear more.

I looked in the mirror for perhaps the fourth time that evening. I had to admit, I looked pretty good! The French Maid costume was a good fit. The white-frilled, sheer black skirt came to just above mid-thigh. Not quite as short as I had feared it would be, but a bit shorter than the conservative, tailored skirts and dresses I usually wore. The outfit came complete with a frilly white apron, headband, and elbow-high white gloves. I had selected a pair of sheer, lycra nylons and white high-heels to finish the look. My girlfriend, Kelly, had talked me into going to her annual Halloween party dressed like this, and I could feel myself blushing . . .

Tw, I'm from Czech Republic. Russia (Soviet Union) was our big, but very step-brother :-) I could tell much about this brotherhood.

I have a story that took place,right before school ended this sumer,as part of my class. cya boys, ttfn.

I have a story that took place,right before school ended this sumer,as part of my class. cya boys, ttfn.

I go to this collage,well it's a community collage,and it is right across from where Chad works.OMGl this is just too funny,it's hard for me to write this,I am laughing my ass off thinking about it! OK,so I take a few course there,and one is a psyche class you know human behavior that sorta junk.I had a paper that was due fri,and I didn't evan start it and I had only 3 days left. Now you know, dates come first

. well I told Chad I was in deep shit,and needed to think of something fast and quick I could do,Chad then said and I swear"If there is anything I can do to help let me know" I then got this idea,on how to mess with Chad and still get a paper done for my class.it was semi legitimate ,I mean it WAS for my class,just messing with Chad was an added bonus.
I will say one thing for Chad he does have a rad sense of humour,He don't really ever get mad at me when I play tricks on him.Good thing for me ,cause I mess with him pretty good.Me him and my bro kev,we have been friends for years,since we were squirts, some off the stuff me and kev,mostly me though did to him when we were kids. Our parents used to get pretty pissed at us.

So lemme see where was I? Yeah ,my term paper, this is pretty lame,but I have seen students do this a lot,it's a fast quick way to get a grade. You go to a public place and tie someone up and see the reactions the people give,and you write about it the human behavior to an odd or unusual situation.Fast and easy.

OMG Chad said yes!I don't think he really understood what was gonna happen,I did ask my bro first,he said he would do it,but only if I was the one tied up,yeah right as if!! So I asked Chad,and the boy said yes! Some times I wonder about him ,like I said to nice for his own good Chad is way to trusting.

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Then I came up with what I thought was a rad idea.Do it across the street at the restaurant.I figured Chad would feel safe there.He said yes,silly boy! They have a another side,for parties and stuff like that,with this big plate glass window that faces the street and the school a perfect spot.

They have this nice straight back padded chairs,I took one and faced it on an angle towards the window,I told Chad to have a seat I think he was getting a little nervous,poor boy! But he promised and Chad always keeps his promises. The easiest and fastest way to tie him to the chair was with duct tape,plus with duct tape I knew Chad wasn't going anywhere until I let him out.

it only took me a just over five minutes to tape him to the chair,I then told Chad I had to tape his mouth,l his eyes got so big,and he was like no,you didn't tell me this before.well duh if I did he might have said no. But I told him it was all part of the experiment,cause,people would wonder why he just didn't just call for help, he bought it,and well it is partly true to.So I finish with Chad taping his mouth shut real good and then we waited

I had my clipbored with me,most people just ignored Chad they looked and kept on walking,a few would stop and pointed and smiled at Chad and waved at him,I was out of sight.some of the younger girls,well my age laughed at him then a couple of waitress came in a teased Chad pretty good,saying stuff like aww poor baby.and asking him questions like "do you want something to drink?",and when Chad couldn't answer they were what? speak up cant understand you.To tell you the truth I was loving it,I don't think Chad liked it to much though,but hey he agreed to help me.
It was about a half hour later that I had to pee bad and if I took the time to unwrap all that tape I would have peed in my pants,I told Chad to "sit tight,I would be right back and dont go anywhere" I couldnt pass up that old cliche ,boy did Chad try and say something but nothing came out except a few muffled sounds. I put my clipbord down and ran to the ladies room

I was only gone for like five minutes tops,when I got back there were like twenty some odd women in the room! They had some kind of meeting there! I never seen Chad so RED in my life,I was a little bt embarsesed too,but one of the women had picked up my clipbored and saw it was a class project

.Check this out not one of then offred to untie Chad,as a matter of fact a coupple asked if he could stay like that during their meeting. I loved that idea,and it would help my paper.I asked Chad if he minded,but I already decied at least for a while we would stay ,When I asked him if he cared, Chad mubmled something through the tape,and of course I said"OH well since you wont speak up I guess you wont mind" I know a little mean,but I needed my paper

.there meeting broke up about a hour later,they mostly ignored Chad a few would look over and smile at us,about 15 minutes before the meeting end a few of the women came over and were asking me all sorts of questions about my class and Chad,a few were asking Chad all sorts of questions,like how does it feel? can you talk at all,how long have you been tied up,stuff like that and they all were gigleing and laughing because they knew Chad couldnt talk.

After they all left I told Chad thanks a lot for helping me I should get a decent grade.Oh and have fun getting free,I will see you tomorrow" Boy he did not like that at all,I was juast messing with him,I went got a cup of coffe and then untied him.

that tape was a bitch to take off. I left his mouth last just in case he was gonna be mad about all them women That wasnt part of the deal,but Chad was pretty cool about it.He said he was okay,he said he was pretty embaresed when all them women saw him like tha all tied up t,but then he said he knew he couldnt do anything about it so he just tried to get free once every so often.

I noticed when Chad struggled to get loose,thats when more women would look at Chad and smile and giggle. I got some good stuff for my paper.I took Chad out for being a good sport
Hey get this Chad said he was gonna get evan with me,yeah right as if! I dont think so.But I was thinking,it might be good for another paper,and if I let Chad get evan it would build up his confidance.We will see I will have to think about that one. I know I can trust Chad but... we will see. cya TTFN Karen

Karen, please ignore this guy and feel free to post more stories. I for one would love to read them!

This incident happened last week. I can remember all of the details... any way, Matt(14) invited me(13) and David(13) over for Matt's house for a sleep over after school. So that day I packed my stuff and after school Matt's dad drove David and I to his house. By the way I was wearing K-Swiss shoes, white socks with baggy jeans, wristbands and a yellow Nike T-Shirt. David was wearing Nike shoes, blue shorts, short white socks and matching blue shirt. Matt was wearing black skateboarding shoes, dark blue nike tear aways, white socks and grey nike shirt.
After the 15 minute drive, we arrived at Matt's house. It was pretty big house, 2 floors, attic, basement and a tool shed perfect for keeping helpless tied up victums... Matt's dad said that he had to go back to his office for a meeting and won't be back until 10 in the night and his mom had to work in the hospital in 2 hours and won't be back until noon tomorrow. Matt led us to his room but i was no stranger to his house. I unpacked my sleeping bag and my stuff and went down to the basement. Matt insisten that we played N64 since there were nothing better to do. David said that he wanted to wathched some t.v and went upstairs in the den. After playing N64 for a while we went up stairs for a snack. Matt's mom made us some banana split and then she looked at the clock and said "Oh no I'm going to be late for work" She also told us the usuall, don't stay up too late etc and told us that we could watch a dvd she rented from Block Buster. It turned out to be the world is not enough. Half way into my banana split, Matt gave me a glass of choclate milk shake. I thanked him for it. But as I took a sip but notice that something was differnt but i couldn't but a finger on it. After I finished my desert and the shake David suggested that we should watch the world is not enough. I aggreed and about 20 minutes into the movie I had to go the washroom really bad. It turns out that Matt rigged my milk shake with laxative! (laxative is the suff that makes you "go") After I went to the washroom. I returned to the den. I saw David watching the dvd. Then I questioned the wearabouts of Matt. David said that he was doing somthing in the backyard. I put on my shoes and then i proceeded into the back yard. I called out Matt's name. No reply. Then all of a sudden, Matt bodychecked me onto the ground.It knocked the wind out of me. I headed back into the house but David cut off my retreat. They both set me up! I cursed at David and then I was tackeled from behind and again i was on the floor. David wasted no time and produced a long piece of rope. My wrists were forced behind my back and was knotted tightly. I was forced up on my feen and puched into shed in the back yard. In there were colis after coils of rope and a roll of duck tape I was forced to sit in a chair and my arms were put behind the chair. My anckles were bound to the legs of the chair and then sucuring my lower knee to the legs of the chair tightly. My thies were then bound to the chair and my chest were bound tightly to the back of the chair too. I could not move. I cursed all the words that I knew at them and Matt said " I'm tired of this kid whining." With that David took off his shoe and his sock and then stuffed deep into my mouth. It was horrable words alone could not explain. Then at the second. Matt took the roll of duct tape and wrapped it around my mouth at least 15 times. Then if you think that's not enough, David produces a blue bandana and wrapped blindfoled me with it and knotted behind my head tightly. Now I was Imoble, blind folded, gagged and at their mercy. I MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPed at them angryly but only feigt mumbles came out. Then David said let's leave him here and let him think about what he did swareing at us. At that point, I heard the door sqweak open and then close. Then I heard a lock being placed over the door. They did a good job restraining me. They tied my up tightly and pretty good, I can't reach any of the knots. Also if i could get out of my bounds, ( which were imposible) I would still be trapped inside the shed. I really strugled but I only succedded in working up a sweat. I kept strugging for half an hour and then completly stoped. I gave up all hope. I thought the worst to come. I definatly thought that they would tickle me. Since it is now around 5pm, and Matt's dad was going to be home at 10, I would be tied up for about 4 hours. I think an hour later, I heard someone unlock the lock and open the door. Then Matt sait"Come on kid, time for your diner. I gave him a anoyed MMMMMPPPP. I hate it when people call me "Kid" or "Skipper" etc. I was un gagged and Matt fed me some pizza and coke and then asked if i had to go the the washroom I said yes to buy some time. Matt undid my bounds an then imediatly put a pair of real hand cuffs on me so my hands were now handcuffed infront of me. I was led into the house. After I finished with my businus. I was led upstairs into the attic where there was a bed and a old matrace there. My wrist and ancles were TIGHTLY bound to the bed posts. I realized that they were not taking any chances. I told them to let me go Matt said " shut up kid I make the rules around here and instructed David to get a smelly sock from the lawndry. Matt blind folded me with the blue bandana. Again I saw nothing but darkness. David said that here was the sock. Matt was trying to shove the sock into my mouth. Then David pinched my nose and when I ran out of air, I took a breath, in went the sock and it was duct taped around my head. I MMMMMMPPPPED at David angryly but it only made it worse. I felt my shoes being removed and my feet were being tickled. I was laughing so hard but is turned out as low mumbles thoruht the gag. Then I felt my shirt being lifted up and my ribs were tickles and my stomack too. This continued on for about half an hour. Then It finally stopped. Matt left we here in the attic and promised me that he would untie me in the morning and said If his dad ever asked were you are he said he'll tell him that I went to bed. Then slowly but surly I driffeted off into a dreamless sleep. In the morning I was untied by David and told me to change and get ready for breakfast. Nothing serious happened. My jaw acked and I had rope burns but that's all luckly I was wearing wrist bands and socks so no one would notice the marks.

Cpenny