And I just loved getting "tightheld" like this--the tighter, the better!!

What's new at Galen's World of Tightholding? Since I last appeared on Canuck's site, the following items have been added:

•  "Never You Let Me Go!" An expanded section of my story: how I sometimes struggled like mad against my babysitter's tightholds, and she wouldn't let me go no matter what!
•  Results of a tighthold poll administered to the general websurfing public. "Have you ever heard of 'tightholding' before?"...
•  An online tighthold survey, which can be taken by visitors to my site.

 

 

I've written three times before (November 7th 2001, November 18th 2001, December 5th 2001) about my son, Tim, who really likes this web page, and who wanted me to tie him up. We developed a game that I described earlier. Then, for Christmas, Tim wanted us to get him a straitjacket and gag. 

My wife, who has been upset about all of this, insisted that we see a counselor, and so we went to a woman who one of my wife's friends recommended. The woman talked to Tim for a long time, and then to us. Finally she said that Tim's desire to be tied up so much was a bit unusual, but that children often enjoy games like Cops 'n Robbers, or Cowboys and Indians which involve someone being tied up. She said that as long as we weren't punishing Tim, it was probably okay and that Tim would undoubtedly outgrow it. But she added that some people never outgrow it and enjoy bondage all of their lives.

So we continued our game tying-up Tim once each weekend, and secretly I bought the straitjacket and gag that he had found advertised on the internet.

On Christmas morning four of us opened gifts - my wife's younger sister is staying with us while she is on break from college. Tim was thrilled with his straitjacket and gag. My sister-in-law, who doesn't like Tim very much and calls him the "spoiled brat," thought it was about time we got Tim something he really needed.

Of course Tim wanted to try on the jacket right away, and so I buckled him into it, tied his legs and added a hog-tie, and then put on the gag. It's large plug filled his mouth, and the straps held it firmly in place. He spent the next hour on the floor by the Christmas Tree. Then my wife said we had to release him as relatives were coming and they might not understand why Tim was trussed up and gagged. Her sister said that they all knew Tim only too well and that they would indeed understand why we tied him up, but my wife, embarrased by it all, told her to shut up.

We had an enjoyable Christmas with all of our family. Nothing unpleasant happened and Tim even behaved and didn't get it to it with his aunt which was nice for a change.

Wednesday evening I was tired, and so was my wife, so we went to bed early. Tim and his aunt stayed up to watch a late movie on television. The next morning Tim didn't show up for breakfast. My wife's sister said nothing. Finally I went to Tim's room, and found him in his straitjacket and gag on his bed, hog-tied. My wife was furious and I was really upset. Questioning Tim and my sister-in-law we found out that after the movie Tim had told her that he had developed a problem walking and talking in his sleep, and that every night we tied him up and gagged him as a solution so that all of us could get a good night's sleep. That, he explained, was why we had bought him the straitjacket and gag. I suppose this all sounded plausible enough so she willingly put him into the jacket and gag and hog-tie and that was the way he spent the night. All along he had been asking us to tie him up and keep him bound over night, but we had always refused. It seemed to be his favorite fantasy. (I grudgingly admire the kid for figuring out a way to have his fantasy fulfilled, but I'm worried about him trying it again).

My wife is hardly talking to her sister, who fortunately has now returned to school. We have taken away and locked up the straitjacket, gag, ropes and tape and temporarily suspended the weekend game. Tim is really unhappy and says this isn't fair. I suppose in time we'll let him use the gifts again, but I'm not sure what to do. We don't want to get carried away with this thing and we need to impress on Tim the danger of being tied and gagged while alone. Tim promices me that he doesn't want to be tied up over night ever again - once was enough he says, but I don't think he means it. He also tells me how straitjackets are used on people for comfortably and safely for days at a time, and how he would like to spend a full day in his sometime. He reads this page and others all the time, and has many more ideas about how he would like to be tied up. So that's where we are at the moment. I'm not sure what we'll do next.

Concerned Dad.

In regard to your son wanting to be tied overnight, see if you can get in contact with a medical supply company and see if they have a Blood Oxygen Content monitor with an alarm which will sound if the BOC falls below a certain level. This can be used to monitor his safety overnight and will alert you if he gets into trouble of the worst kind (choking).

Of course, it will not alert you if he suffers craps during the night, but this possibility can be avoided by avoiding such things as hogties. If his feet must be secured, tie them to the bottom of the bed so he can stretch out and lie flat.

I understand your concern. But you can prevent future risks. Just talk to the boy and be sure he understands you are concerned about his health and safety. When you are sure he understood that he must be responsible, the jacket and gag will gloriously come out of their prison, and Tim will be back into his restraints! ;-) 

And Happy New Year to you and family and everyone here. The Euro says hello too! ;-)

I only spotted the misspelling after posting. I hope you realise that if he suffers craps during the night should read if he suffers cramps during the night?

Suffering "craps" during the night would require a diaper (UK nappy). ;-)

At least I just proved I'm human with that misspelling. :-)

It is not easy being a father and teenage problems in any shape or form beset all parents. Any advice we give is only as good as the recipient is willing to accept it or at the very least seriously consider it. In the end it comes down to what you and your son decide and how you both react and respond to various situations or what may be seen as set backs.

Bondage and tie-ups are brilliant and exciting but they must always be done with fun and safety in mind. Please ask your son to keep to the rules you and he have set out and anything outside them must always be discussed with you first. Do not punish him given what we know about how he can find other ways but discuss. Talk, understanding and mutual respect is always the key to any problem that may come up.

Mark T (the famous GagBoy)

If I had to make a choice, I would choose craps over cramps any day.

I've read this page for a while, but have never contributed. Then one letter ("Bound by Linda," December 15) really brought back memories - some good, some not so good.

When I was a kid, I had three really good friends - two boys (Adam and Thun) and one girl (Liz). We had known each other for years - Thun and his parents had come from Vietnam during the war. Thun and Liz were one year older than Adam or I was, but we played together all the time, after school and weekends. And somewhere along the line we started played tie-up games. A couple of times Liz' parents caught us (we usually played at her house - I lived right across the street from her) and told us not to tie each other up any more, but we did it anyway. We were good at it too, usually not being able to escape each other's tie-ups.

Then, one Saturday afternoon, we were in Liz's basement watching television. Her mother had gone out to shop, and so we decided to get out our rope and tape and have a session. After talking for a while, we decided that Liz would tie up the three of us boys. She thought, and then had each of us stand by one of the posts that went down the middle of the large basement room. We each put our hands behind our respective post, and Liz went from one to the other tying our wrists tightly, cinching the rope and adding duct tape over the top to insure we didn't get it untied. Next she took more rope, and tied our ankles, binding them to our post. More rope went around our bodies at our waist, and Liz threaded the rope through the belt loops on our pants saying that she did that so the rope wouldn't fall down as we wiggled. More rope bound each of us at upper arm level. 

Now all three of us stood a few feet apart, each tied to a separate post. Finally, Liz put a ping-pong ball in each of our mouths (we had found that ping pong balls made good gagging material - they didn't get all soggy like wads of cloth), and wrapped our lower heads with more duct tape. As something special, she then took more duct tape and wrapped it over our mouths and then around the post more or less fastening our heads to the posts. It was about as tied up as I had ever been.

We had an agreement - we stayed tied up for about an hour, and Liz announced that it was about one-thirty. She sat down on a couch and watched us squirm and try, quite unsuccessfully, to escape. She had a program on the television which she was also watching. Suddenly, her mother called (none of us had heard her come in - probably because we were talking or the noise from the TV), and Liz answered. We were all scared her mother would discover us but her mother just asked her to come upstairs.

Liz whispered that she would be right back, she turned off the television and she headed upstairs leaving us alone. We waited for a long time, wondering when Liz would return and free us. Then I heard a door close, and a car start and I thought it drove away. We waited, and we waited. We each made what noise we could in our gags, but nothing could be understood. I fought with the rope, but with my hands behind my back and around the post, it was useless. 

After a long time, I heard my mother calling. I was supposed to be home by four-thirty to do chores and help get dinner. With the gag, I couldn't answer. We were all worried I'm sure, and Adam actually looked really scared, turning his head from one of us to the other as much as the tape would allow. Still we waited and we waited. I can't describe how much each of us wanted to be untied at that point. But all we could do was stand and wait.

Finally, Liz and her mother returned, and together they ran down the stairs and freed us. It was almost seven o'clock and we had been tied there for about five and one-half hours. Liz didn't realize how long they would be gone as her mother said they were just running to the store for a second and Liz didn't want to tell her mother about us being tied up for fear of getting into trouble. Then her mother thought of other things to do, and ran into some friends, and then suggested they go visit some relatiaves across town. That was when Liz finally broke down and told her that we were tied up in her basement, so they rushed home.

My mother was furious and there were lots angry conversations between the parents about who did and who didn't watch their children very carefully. Adam's parents didn't allow him to play with us for a long time. Liz was punished - grounded and not allowed to play with us for months. And when we could see each other again we were strictly forbidden any more tie-ups - and that time we obeyed. Only later did I relize how dangerous it could have been. But I'll never forget how it felt to be so tightly bound and gagged and not knowing when I would be freed. 

I have read many times here in Canucks website about your situation with your son and I'm also concerned. It is rather odd for someone's father to tie his own son, especially during Christmas day, with a straight jacket and gag, but if it was used in a safe measure, I guess it would okay. It is true, there are some people who would never stop their "tie up and gag" fantasy game; they may never outgrow it. I for one like to tie myself up many times for fun, yet not to the extent that i cannot untie myself ie. handcuffs or straight jackets. I currently attend highschool and I know how many students like to try many things from the beginning of 6th grade. 

It is dangerous if anyone was tied up for a long time without supervision because it may cause internal injury or numbness as your son experienced. For one thing, I believe you're in a stalemate and I suggest that you should continue talking to your son, but NOT in a punishing tone, rather in a friendly and i-believe-you attitude. 

However I doubt conselling nor trying to soften your wife's conscience about this whole tie-up-your-son situation is enough to solve such a case. From all the things that you have posted here, it seems as if you have not PRAYED. Prayer is powerful, as proven by scientist (ie. in a heart operation story in Reader's Digest last year) and assuming that you are Christian, as I am, I suggest for you to pray to Jesus because He is listening. Jesus Christ loves everyone, including the sick, the dead, the ugly, the pretty, the rich, the poor, any person in whatever race, age, or religion. We are His children, and yes Jesus is God the Son in Human form (visible form) and if you take the time to pray sincerely with all your heart, kind sir, I'm sure He will help you (doing good, godly, clean and kind things ie. charity with all your heart) as He has helped countless others. 

I believe what you need is PRAYER and if you pray for your son's situation or guidance, I'm sure he would be protected very carefully. Thank you.

Please ignore the MSN warning that comes up once you have entered/accessed the site. My community site is not just for people over but also for under 18s as well. The community site is for everybody into bondage and tie-ups. It is not called teens for nothing. I am not sure why they have inserted it in the first place as there is nothing on this site that is inappropriate. I have not been able to remove it and the advice from most members is not to tamper with it. So I have reluctantly had to leave it there.

Due to pressure from many people asking me to point this out on the great Canuck’s site I have now done so. I hope that this is helpful to those of you under 18s who have e-mailed me asking if you could join. The answer is Yes. To you other great folk out there please ignore this and continue to enjoy the great and best stories that only Canuck’s site can give you.

Mark T

I don't blame you for blabbing away as the next installment of your story is going to be worth the blab. Yes, where did they tickle you and how. Where they merciless or is that for another story?

Mark T

i heard joey come into the room and say he found it, i didn't know what it was till i heard the tape rip. it was a roll of duct tape. they grabbed my wrists and wrapped them up so tight i could hardly move my hands, then they taped my elbows to my body. they wrapped tape around my ankles and continued to wrap all the way up to my thighs. now i knew i couldn't get loose. i squirmed around to see if i could get loose but it was impossible. jenn wispered in my ear she knew i liked her mom and was crazy about her socks so i'd have to stay tied up or else they would tell their mom what i was really doing.

they walked out of the room and shut the door. i squirmed fantically trying to get loose but it was no use. i don't know how long i was left there for. then i heard the front door open and i knew kathy was home. i thought i was free at last. the door to the room opened and the first thing i heard was kathy bursting out laughing. it was atleast 5 minutes before she stopped. my blindfold was taken off and kathy was smiling. she said she came home because she forgot something and asked if we were playing a game and if i let the kids do this to me, i shook my head yes. she continued to smile as she said she thinks i'm enjoying this because she has always noticed me staring at her socks everytime i see her. i kinda blushed at hearing that. she asked me if i wanted to stay like this and the kids would untie me when they want to stop playing. i shook my head yes. she kissed me on my gag and put my blindfold back on then i heard the door shut then about 5 minutes after that the front door slammed shut. i don't know how long i was left up there until the kids came up and got me but i shall continue that part of the story later.......

Little did I realize what the evening would have in store for me . . . 

To be continued . . 

There are some really great stories as well. I'm looking forward to reading more of the archives as well. I'm hoping there are some stories involving older women tying up young people. Those are my favourites. Not that easy to find really. By the way, if anyone knows a good place to locate such stories please let me know.

I, myself, am 43 and have been tying up my nephew Jeff for a couple of years. He's 13 and still loves being held captive by his aunt. I've never been married and have no intention of doing so. I have a huge house, a great job, and lots of spare time devoted to Jeff. He's a great kid and I care for him very much, but when he comes over to visit I become his captor.

I've actually contructed a small "cell" for him in the basement. It originally was a room for preserves but I modified it to suit my needs. He enjoys our games and plays along completely. I've found numerous costumes for him to wear: private school uniform (girls and boys), prince, princess, jester, ballerina. His favourite is Peter Pan but mine is Snow White. There's just something about seeing him a pair of patent Mary Jane's.

Well keep up the good work!

A fan,

Kim
 

I wonder, though, if Karen enjoyed those games as much as you did (or more), why not tell her about the site in secret? 
 

The above was a mild suggestion. You should keep family priorities in mind at all times. If posting here in any way, or trying to get Karen to, will hinder your relationship with your daughter, then by all means don't. No doubt, I am sure you have tried explaining yourself to your daughter, and judging by her reaction in your post, she didn't understand. Do what's best for your family, and I wish you luck with your daughter. I thank you for replying so quickly and being honest. I'm not going to pry more than I already have because it is not my place. 
 

'Ciao, Sharon.

When I was between the ages of 10 to 14 me and a freind of mine used to play a game we called escape. The game was that one of us would be tied up by the other and see how long it would take to escape. We were not very good at this and so normally we would be able to escape in a matter of a few minutes. For the stories sake I will call my freind David.

David and I both enjoyed this game and played it often but keep it to ourselves. One day while were playing another freind from our street came over to see if we would like to play with him. I will call him Jon. Since we were in the middle of playing escape he asked what we were doing so we told him and he seemed to be interested so we asked him if he wanted to play. I would soon find that this question would lead to the most stringent tie up of my life to that point.

Me, David and Jon were in the basement of my house and it was a early summer afternoon. We have two bedrooms in our basement one with a double bed and one with two single beds about three feet apart from each other and this was the room we were going to play escape in. Since earlier I had tied up David and of course he escaped in about five minutes so we decided it would be my turn to be tied. I was were blue jeans and a t-shirt and socks. Jon told me to sit on the bed and put my hands behind my back and I did as I was told. He used a old jump rope we had that we cut the plastic ends off of to use during our game. He wrap the rope around my crossed wrist about four times and knotted it off, I could tell immediatly that this was far different from any knot David ever tied and that I was going to have some work to do to free myself. But Jon was not done yet, we also had a old belt of my fathers that had belt hole the hole lenght of the belt and that made it perfect for bondage. Jon took the belt and told me to take a deep breath and as I did he tighted the belt around my arms and chest pinning my arms tightly to my body when I let my breath out. Next Jon took another jump rope we had and tied my legs together just above my knees and at that point I knew I was helpless to escape from this tie.

Normally at this point of the game the person tied is left to struggle out of his bonds but since Jon had never played the game before he had different ideas. First him and David made fun of my efforts to free myself that were unsuccesful and they seem to know that it was usless. Next they made me stand on one of the beds while still bound and jump to the other bed. At that point I realized why Jon tied me at the knees instead of the ankles. I can still remember jumping from one bed to the other there was a mixture of excitement and fear that I will never forget. After I satisfied there wishes they left me alone to try to escape while they went to get something to drink. I remember lying there bound unable to escape wondering how long I would be left there and how much I trueling enjoyed the feeling of inescaple bondage. I was soon untied probablly after ten minutes or so after I admitted that I could not escape and we spent the rest of the afternoon playing football in the back yard. Me and David never had the opportunity to play escape with Jon again after that but I remember the one time well and he taught both me a David alot that afternoon that we used in our games after that.

I have since grow into a man I now have a wife that understands me and will tie me up when I ask and she does and excellent job and I have the pictures to prove it just I email me and I might let you see them.

That is it for now let me know what you think of my story and if you want to her more of mine a Davids games.

This is my first time on this mailing but I hope you like this story which is COMPLETELY true!

Me and my girlfriend came home from a meal the other week, it was about 1am. It had been a very light meal and she'd been on orange juice most of the night. She'd had one coffee and I think there was a coke in there somewhere.

Anyway, we were getting ready for bed. I was ready - boxer shorts and all - she was just about to get in. There she was, medium height, slightely tanned skin, brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a pretty royal blue underwear set - of particular interest were the cut- away bottoms! NOt a string, but still cut- away!

Then she mentionned that her bladder was quite full, and that she shouldn't have had that coke on top of the coffee, because she'd be going all night. - what a perfect opportunity to be bound and gagged, I thought!

I told her to wait a sec because I had a surprise for her, and that she should sit down on the chair that she uses for her dressing-table. She said ok, but hurry up!

First, I blindfolded her with a scarf and then quickly gagged her with another. Tied her hands tightly, but not too tight around the chair and tied her ankled to the chair all with bras! Then, all that was needed was a belt around her torso and the back of the chair. 

I took off the blindfold and she looked at me as if to say "what are you doing?????????," and mmmmmmmmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhhhed in to her gag.

I put out the light and went to bed.

Griff

Thanks!

As for his wishing to be tied, this may help. When very young, maybe 8 years, I first heard the word hogtie and asked my father what it meant and he explained. I thought it sounded fun and asked that he tie me like that. He did for a very very short moment, very gently. I wished to try again for longer. This is what he did.

He said hogtie could be dangerous, was not to let anyone do to me. Normally would be a punishment such as if get bad mark or demerit at school. One hundred demerit would mean tied up, more demerit tied longer. Because I wanted this we would do opposite - for good test I would get points, 10 points for "A". For poor test or not good behavior would lose points. Extra chores sometime give bonus points.

When saved 100 points I could ask to use to be tie, or save more for longer time tied. One hour extra 50 points. Until fall asleep at bedtime, double number points. Saved up points also earn "interest", each week I would sit with him and add up total, plus 1 point for every 10 saved. 

I understand now writing this he was teaching me of saving and 'compound interest' which I did not realize then. I could write more of how I spend my points, but the message for you is that maybe Tim would work harder in school to earn right to overnight tie.

My father was very smart also understanding. Maybe you are also.

Just to answer you inquiry. Yes, Karen did enjoy our fun together. Perhaps not quite as much as myself but she was young and had more to look forward to. Karen's in her twenties now and I see her occasionally. We talk about the time spent together and I can't help but imagine her lying there, handcuffed. And then removing my scarf, knotting it, and placing it firmly between her teeth.

But those days are gone.
 

Be patient. Suffice to say, I was wearing a dress for a long, long time . . 

There is nothing wrong with older people tying younger people in the right settings and in different ways and guises. Tying up games is to be encouraged as they can enhance a child’s imagination. A good imagination leads to creativity in later life. However, if you are in a position of trust then you must exercise that trust wisely or many members of the family and not just the child are going to be very confused or will not understand. The parents will then be the ones who have to pick up the pieces along with the child’s confusion as to what did he do wrong. The answer of course being nothing.

Joey your story is great please continuing. I am interested to know what a boy who had nothing to do with all this felt about being grabbed and tied. He did after all only come around to play ball. Did they know him?

When I was 15, I had this girlfriend, we'll call her Kim. Kim was a red-head, about 5'7" with a medium body. She was a year older than myself. We'd played tie-up a few times before, but never got real serious with it. Kind of just feeling each other out, I guess.

Well, this one day, I decided I was going to get the best of her. It was summer, so we had the leisure to do pretty much whatever we wanted to for a few months. I asked her if she wanted to see who was really better at this tie-up thing, me or her, and she just smiled. I replied by saying that I'd do her first. We walked downstairs to her basement, where I was planning on really sticking it to her this time.

It was a simple tie-up, really. I simply tied her hands together, and then strung them up over one of the support beams, pulling it tight, and tying it off. She was now stuck on her tiptoes, so I tied her feet together, and then went to get a drink. When I returned, she was just as I left her, so I decided to have a little fun. Since we were both REALLY ticklish, I knew what this decision would entail for me later, but I did it anyway. For about 10 minutes she was squirming and laughing...so hard that she could hardly breathe.

I gave her a break, and then started in on her again, and another 10 minutes later she was begging me to stop and let her out. I stopped, but I didn't let her out for another hour or so, and periodically I'd tickle her feet. She promised I'd regret this, and boy did I...two days later.

There I was tied spread-eagled and at their mercy. However one of the staff called out teas up. So they all ran in and left me there. I shouted at them to release me but all that happened was that Lucy a friend of Sharon’s ran in came back and put a white sheet of cotton around my mouth but not before stuffing tissue in there first that flaked and got soggy in my mouth. It got really cold out there and it was getting dark. I knew I was going to get into trouble once I went into the house. I guess the other kids thought that I would eventually get out of it, but they did me up so securely my wrists was getting really red. I pulled at it but had to be careful, as the wire (mesh) fence was bending forward. If I pulled to hard the fence would have come of the ground and I would have ended up face forward on the floor. I just could not slip my hands out of either knot. 

It was only when Sharon got a bit worried that the meal was nearly over and that I was still not coming in that she came out to see how I was. The wind by now had picked up and the rain had splattered my face and was leaving my clothes damp. She released me and I went into the house. She begged me not to tell otherwise next time it would be worse. So she left me to explain why I was late and of course I got a spanking from a member of the staff. So you know what? Afterwards I did tell. After all if she had the guts to leave me out there she should have had the guts to take what was coming. She knew that the staff who ran the home would not see the funny side of it, and they did not. Well she did leave me in the wind and rain and then to take a beating. Was that the reason I told? Nah, it was because I had actually enjoyed the situation of helplessness and wanted more. And boy did I get it the tickling first, but the pain that goes with being what she called a snitch.

More of my real life tie ups to be follow at a later time.

You also Zorro had some good stories!I have been reading the page for about a year and brought the courage to tell some of mine but I think Im gonig to tommorow!!

Take care everyone!!

Like others, I played many tie-up games as a child. I enjoyed being tied up as well as tying up other people. These games often included Kate and her younger sister Claire and/or some of my other friends and cousins. Claire was about 3 years younger than Kate and a little over a year older than I. The friends and other cousins that I played with were either about my age or, in most cases, younger. Kate was the oldest of the participants, and like me, really seemed to enjoy playing the games, especially when she got to do the tying. Moreover, she did not seem to lose interest in these games as she got older as most of the others did. 

I continued playing tie-up games, with less frequency, as I began High School. Sometimes these games would involve friends or cousins, but increasingly involved Kate as other people, including Claire, lost interest. At the time this story takes place, however, it had been several months since I had played any tie up games or been tied up. In the weeks leading up to this story, I had seen episodes of a few TV shows where people had gotten tied up. One of these was an episode of “Mission Impossible” where the main bad guy’s chauffeur ended up bound, gagged and locked in a closet. I had seen this episode several times before, and had always wondered what it would be like to be bound and gagged in a closet. Little did I know when I last watched that episode that I would soon find out first-hand. 

On the day the story takes place my parents and Kate’s parents went to the wedding of a distant relative. My brother Pat, who was in college, was away doing ROTC training that summer. Claire was at the beach with her friend and the friend’s family. Because they would not be home until very late, my parents arranged for me to stay over at Kate’s parents’ house, where Kate would “watch over” me. After our parents left, Kate ordered a pizza for our dinner, which came soon thereafter. 

After we finished eating, we checked the TV schedule. Finding nothing of interest, we pondered what we should do next. Kate said “we could play cards or I could tie you up and see if you can escape.” She continued, “I have learned a few new tricks at the hospital that I want to try out. I don’t think you will be able to get out when I am finished with you.” I felt excited and challenged. Thinking about my tie-up game experiences, including prior experiences with Kate, I had been able to get out given enough time. The times where I had not freed myself all involved situations where I did not have the time to work myself out of the situation. In addition, after talking to some of my friends about tie-up situations, I was under the impression that you could be tied with ropes for no more than about 30 minutes, and that TV shows and movies that suggested otherwise were a “crock”. I was about to learn just how wrong I was. 

I responded to her “That’s Bull__. You can’t keep me tied up. I know I can get out.” I continued “Let’s get to it right now.” “It will be my pleasure” was her response, and then she then asked “Where should I tie you?” “How about in a closet? That would make my escape more challenging.” Kate responded “Let’s see, I think we could do it in my bedroom closet.” I then asked “How much time will I have? “As long as you want” was her response. “Why don’t we make it an hour for starters,” I suggested giving myself double the maximum time that I thought I would need. “Fair enough” she said. “I will ask if you want more time after 1 hour,” she continued. Just before heading downstairs to her bedroom, I asked “Are you going to blindfold or gag me.” Kate remarked, “Blindfolded? No. Gagged? Yes. I think I will need to keep that big, wise mouth of yours quiet.” I became even more excited as we walked downstairs to the closet.

When we arrived at her bedroom closet, Kate quickly took out a few things and placed them around her room. The closet had sliding doors and was about 6 feet wide and 3 feet deep. The closet went up to the ceiling, but there was a shelf about 2 feet below the ceiling, and about 5 1/2 feet above the floor. Just below the shelf was a bar for hanging clothes that ran the width of the closet. 

Kate opened the door at the right side of the closet, and in a commanding voice told me to sit down on the floor of the right side of the closet with my legs facing out the entrance. I did as she directed. She then began to bind my ankles with rope. After about 5 minutes, my ankles were thoroughly and tightly bound. Next, she quickly tied and cinched some rope around my lower legs. She did the same just above my knees. She then said “I want you to kneel where you are now sitting and face the back wall of the closet.” With a little help from Kate I was able to get to my knees and turn and face the back of the closet. Once in the kneeling position she proceeded to bind my upper legs and then my hands. As she carefully and quite thoroughly bound my hands, she said “So you still think you will be able to get out of this?” “Yes,” was my response. She also began to tease me a little bit about how much I enjoyed being tied up, saying “You are really enjoying this aren’t you?” I responded “Yes, I am. And so are you, Kate” “Not nearly as much as you are my dear,” she replied. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably about 5 to 7 minutes, she completed the tie job, finishing it off by tying a rope from my hands down to my ankles. “There, almost done.” Kate said. “It’s time now for the gag. I will be right back with a tee shirt,” she continued. 

I then heard her open a drawer and take something out. She returned to the closet with what appeared to be a large tee shirt. She then uttered that great three-word command “Open your mouth.” At this point, I was in a very playful mood, and wanted to have some fun with Kate. I had recently seen an episode of the Rockford Files, where a woman tried to prevent Rockford (James Garner) from gagging her by refusing to open her mouth. I decided to do the same thing to Kate. I refused to open my mouth, and Kate was unable to place the tee shirt in my mouth, where she wanted it. She again commanded, this time in an annoyed tone, “Open your mouth.” I again refused to oblige and kept my mouth closed. Again she was unable to place the tee shirt in my mouth. Suddenly, with one hand she grabbed my forehead and pulled it violently backward. The sudden and surprising force caused my mouth to open and she quickly stuffed a portion of the tee shirt in my mouth. She then quickly pulled very tightly on both ends of the tee shirt with her strong hands, forcing the tee shirt deeper into my mouth. Next, she tied the ends of the tee shirt very tightly around the back of my head several times, creating an amazingly thick and tight cleave gag with the tee shirt. 

Lastly, with one motion she managed to pull me from my kneeling position into a sitting position and placed my legs into the closet. She positioned me so that I was seated with my back to the right-side wall of the closet and my bound legs were lying across the width of the closet along the floor. My hands were tied behind my back and a piece of rope ran down behind my back, under my behind and through my legs to my bound ankles. Kate said “Let’s see you get out of that,” as she closed the sliding door to the closet. 

Initially, I was surprised at how tightly she had tied me. Neither she nor anyone else had ever tied me like this before. And the gag was packed firmly in my mouth, and tied tightly around my head. I was extremely happy with my bonds and gag, as I squirmed and struggled just a little bit.

After about 10 minutes of lightly struggling, I was just as securely tied as ever. In fact, if anything, the knots seemed to get a little tighter as I struggled against them. At about that time Kate returned to her bedroom and opened the closet door. “How are we doing? Can you get free?” She asked. I tried in vain to speak, but all that came out of my tightly gagged mouth was a barely audible “mmmph.” I then just shook my head “No.” “Good!” she responded. As she closed the door, she said she would be back later. Thereafter, I began to struggle more earnestly, believing that sooner or later I would be able to get free. However, the more I struggled, the more I began to realize that I might not get out of this tie. It seemed that as I worked to loosen one knot other knots would remain as tight as ever. Worse, the harder I worked against some of the knots the tighter they seemed to get. As these knots tightened against my wrists, the tie became more and more painful. I had better luck with the gag. Eventually, after probably about 35 to 40 minutes, I managed to loosen the gag to a point where I was able to spit it out of my mouth. Realizing that there would be no way out of my bonds, I began calling out Kate’s name and saying that she had won. 

After a few minutes Kate opened the closet door and said “Give up.” “Yes, these ropes are killing me,” I replied. Kate grinned and stated triumphantly, “I could keep you tied up for hours or maybe even days like this.” I didn’t doubt that she could have. Taking a closer look at her handiwork, she said “Wow you really must have struggled hard.” “The knots are so messed up. I am going to have to cut you out,” she continued. She then took a small knife and quickly cut through the ropes. A few seconds later I was free. It felt great to be free. I felt a little stiff, and hand some rope burns on my wrists, but was all right otherwise. She told me that it would have taken much too long to try to untie the knots. She was afraid my circulation might be cut off. She also said she never expected me to struggle as much as I did. I thanked Kate for a great experience, and asked her where she learned to tie knots like that. She told me that part of her job at the hospital was to restrain patients with ropes, and that a female friend at work had shown her all these great ways to tie people up.

I hope you enjoyed this story. I have a number of other stories involving Kate and some of my other cousins. If you want to read some of them please let me know. 
 
 
 

The dressing up is fun for us both as well. I see little problem with this. I will admit that fantasies do play a role. But simply read any post on this page and I think it's safe to say, it's ALL about fantasy. You wouldn't be reading this if it wasn't. 

Regardless, our games will continue as long as he's willing. As soon as he decides he dislikes wearing any one of my costumes, he'll not be obligated to do so. This, I hope, isn't for a few more years mind you. 

My nephew, Jeff, is a sweet kid and I have good intentions for him. I've already set up his college tuitions since I have no one else to spend my money upon. I may even buy him a car when he turns of age. You will likely see this as "buying" him but that's absurd. I would do this even if he wasn't wearing my Snow White outfit. 

Hi there. I'm a 28/M, and I've been into bondage for as long as I can remember, but have never had a real experience of being tied up or tying someone up (much to my shagrin). I've been experimenting with self-bondage over the past few months, and have gotten pretty good at a couple of techniques. 

The first time I tried it (which was about three months ago), I used duct tape to tie myself up (by far, my favorite tool for bondage with rope being the obvious second). The easy part was first wrapping tape around my ankles and just below my knees, and then placing a few layers of tape on my mouth (I wouldn't take a chance putting anyting in my mouth for the risk of choking on it). The hard part was getting the tape around my wrists. I devised a method to do this by taking two metal poles (a tall and short one) and forming a religious-type cross (no relation intended), then placing it against a sliding door with the bottom of the cross wedged between the grooves. I then placed the roll of tape over the top, and proceeded to wrap the tape around my wrists behind my back. I kept this up until the tape was finished, and then tested my bonds. It had acutally worked pretty well! I attempted to free myself for about an hour before finally giving up and using a knife to cut my wrists free. I was a little hot and sweaty, but it was well worth it for my "first time". 

More recently, I tried a classic "bound hand and foot" session. I took some rope and tied my legs below my knees and around my ankles, cinching them together. I then gagged myself with a stip of duct tape. I then took a shorter piece of rope and made a cinch noose on both ends, leaving a "bow tie" loop on each end so that when I wanted to free myself, all I had to do was pull the ends of the "bow tie" (kind of like how you untie your shoes). I placed my wrist coil through both cinch nooses (or neese for plural? heh heh), slid my wrists through the coil, placed the loop around a bed post, and pulled the nooses tight. Once again, I was pretty well tied up. I struggled for a while, then just enjoyed my situation for a while longer. When I wanted to free myself, I just pulled the "bow ties" of the cinch nooses loose. 

I don't know if you'll find this strange, but as much as I enjoy tying myself up, I have never had the privilage of seeing myself in such a predicament. So I used a webcam and recorded myself to see what it's like to, in a sense, be the person watching someone tied up. Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay or anything, but that was enjoyable too. If anybody wants to have a look, send me an e-mail and I'll send you the URL. One word of caution though, I'm not the best-looking or most well-built person around (lol). 

Still, though. The ultimate experience for me would be for someone else to tie me up. Self-bondage is all good, but you have to do it so that you have an escape route. To have someone else there would allow me to be tied up REALLY well, and the only means of escape is to have that person free you. I guess it's that notion of the possibility of not being able to escape is what I find most appealing about bondage. And, of course, I would also love the opportunity of tying someone up as well (preferably female). I tried a subtle approach to try and get my wife into it, but she was pretty taken aback by it, and thought I was pretty strange for a while. Recently, she seems to have warmed up to the idea, but I think it's mainly up to me to work up the nerve to ask her again. Hopefully, it'll happen soon! 

And if anybody is interested in a little tie-up game session on the side (just between you and me, nobody has to know), and you happen to live in the Vancouver area, maybe we can arrange something.

Happy tying!

Be very careful with this site: 

PICTURES!!! 
Sorry to post again but i just put up pictures page 3 and 4 on my site. They are all full size so please enjoy. And note that the pictures are not self bondage... 
konman 
http://selfbondage.cjb.net 

This site will lead you to Gator which is nothing more than spam in its worst form. Gator has been written up in numerous publications. It is bad news. If you continue looking at the picture you will get Gator. If you have a newer version of Windows you will be warned before you mistakenly download it. Once you do Gator is very difficult to get rid of.

And that selfbondage.cjb.net , how do you know it leads to gator? i have win 98 se and it didnt say anything....

All the best 

Mark

Well, two days later, Jenny caught me by surprised. I came over expecting to watch a movie and just hang out, when she announced that she would be tying me up today. "Goodie!" I thought. Little did I know, I was in for the most stringent bondage of my life.

I might first say that she was VERY thorough about this. First, she had me strip to my boxers, and then she blindfolded me and tied my wrists behind my back on her bed. I could tell already that these weren't the same knots she usually used. Next, she tied my ankles and knees together. "You're not going to hogtie me, are you?" See, I had found that hogties were the hardest to get out of so far. "No, I've got something better than that planned for you." At this point, I should've opted out, but I was far too curious to see what she was going to do.

She next brought another rope around the back of my neck, passed it under my armpits, and tied it secure in the middle of my back. This was the anchor for what she had planned. "Alright, time for your gag." "Hey, no fair! I didn't gag you!" But she obliged, so I took the sock. Next thing I knew, I was lying on my stomach, with my ankles being drawn up towards my back. "MMMPH!" After my back was arched almost to the point of hurt, she passed a rope through my wrist coils, and I moaned as I felt what was coming next. As suspected, the other end of that rope went under the rope that was secured to the back of my neck, and the space between my wrists the back of my neck grew shorter and shorter. When I thought my arms were going to be pulled out of socket, she finally tied it off.

I was, in a word, stuck. I had never even dreamed of such a position, and here I was, completely helpless! She had obvioiusly spent days planning this, as she confessed later to me. Every movement seemed to make something tighten, so after about 5 minutes of struggling, I just lay there, as motionless as possible, hoping she'd let me out soon. "So, how are your binds?" she asked. "Mmmph hmmph mm hmmph!" was all I could manage. "Well, that's good. I'll be back to check on you in a little bit."

I couldn't believe she was leaving me like this! After the longest 10 minutes of my life, she returned, only to start tickling me relentlessly. She worked every part of my body, as I am ticklish all over, and of course, saved my feet for last, which she worked on for another 5 minutes. After 15 minutes of tickling, and another 30 of that horrid postion, she asked if I was ready to make a deal...

As this story shall start it took place yet again at her house if you look at the story"Tied and Tapped by Michelle"i believe thats what its called you will see my description of her.Anyways we were in here house i was spending the night at her house yet again her being my best friend and most important person in my life to date as i left off in the last story i told her not to attack me again without letting me know so,we were sitting downstairs in her "Tv room" watching television instead of upstairs in her room like usual wanting to be alone for a bit.There was really nothing on as we watched for a little while longer in the darkness yet again the Tv only being the light sorce for the room.When the Tv got a bit boring i decided to use my"ill get us some soda"line again as i marched upstairs for two cans of sodapop coming down with a pair of handcuffs from her room that we usually use holding my hands behind my back i grinned at her as i walked back in the room and closed the door behind me then told her to close her eyes and choose a hand that was behind my back and id give her the soda from that hand little did she know i had handcuffs.While she was sitting there on the couch in the corner one knee up to her chest and the other laying on the couch i smiled as she closed her eyes and sprung into action and quietly walked over to her and then leapt on her straddling her lap to hold her down as she opened her eyes with a playful yell,so i clamped my hand over her mouth while both of us are laughing i try to wrestle her hand into the cuffs with my free hand instead of trying to remove my hand from her mouth she gently shoves me off her as i fall back onto the blanket covered ground and right away try to sit up.While i try to get up cuffs still in my hand she jumps off the couch and right ontop of me right away both of us laughing this whole time as i try to fight my way out from under her as she kneels above my head and pins my shoulders down with her knees this is where my laughing stops as i struggle to break free then looking up at her with a helpless laugh"Michelle come on get off me i was just playin around"she smiles and puts a finger to her lips as if she was thinking and shakes her head with a laugh then grabs one of my helpless wrists and cuffs it as i immidiatly try to scream for help her mom being home this time.Right as i start to yell out she puts her hand over my mouth tightly blocking my screams almost making them unaudioable to the two of us all i can hear is soft and silent muffled cries as she takes her other hand and tries to pull my other wrist to the cuffs letting her knee up a bit and doing so then cuffing my wrist now both hands cuffed infront of me while being handgagged by her.She decides to sit down on my chest again to keep my arms pinned under her as i continue to try to scream as she looks around for things to gag me with not finding anything useful for the moment as she looks up at the Tv for a moment then back down to me"you know what?i think ill watch some television"she smiles at me knowing that she has control,"and ill keep you handcuffed as well"so she decides to lay down ontop of me keeping her hand over my mouth and her knees pinning my cuffed hands down looking up at the Tv and down at me for a while as we sat there for what seemed like an hour but was only about ten minutes then she slowly let her hand up from my mouth and put a finger to my lips and whispered"no screaming or ill gag you and leave you here"she smiled then couldnt help but giggle"remember this is your fault you tried to attack me this time Ian looks like Operation Backfire well.....backfired"she laughs again as i smile a bit and just look up at her"you know ive had some of the best times of my life with you.."all i can really do is smile as she slowly gets up and helps pull me to my feet then reaching in my back pocket to get the keys out for the cuffs uncuffing me and kissing my cheek softly"me too"she replied with a soft smile then sat back on the couch as i sat next to her while we watched more boring television she then rested her head on my shoulder as i pulled her a bit closer and cuddled hoping next time if she tries Operation Backfire it will be to my advantage.

That took place a little bit after the one where she put me in the closet its in the november section i do believe next time when i have more time to post ill tell you how i got my revenge and didnt mess up have fun and enjoi!

"We really got him, Amanda!" exclaimed one of the girls.

"That's right, Kristine!" the other one said.

"Ok, joke's over!" I laughed.

"Uh, not it's not," Amanda giggled.

"It's just beginning!" Kristine added, barely able to contain her laughter.

"So," I began, still not taking my new captors seriously, "What are you gonna do with me?"

They cast a devious look in my direction, which made me question if they were really ten years old.

"I don't like his tone," Amanda said, "He must be really thick-headed."
"You are in no position to get us mad," Kristine said to me.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, getting a little concerned.

"We'll get to that," Amanda replied, "But, first..."

"We've got to torture him a little first," Kristine giggled. I shudderred to think what two ten year old girls idea of torture might be.
They started to take off their shoes and examined their socks. 
"Mine are really dirty," Amanda said.
"Mom told you to change them after soccer pratice this morning," Kristine reminded her slightly annoyed.
"I guess it's better late than never," she laughed.
"Open your mouth,' Kristine ordered me. I refused. I was dumb enough to let them tied me up, but I would not let them put a pair of dirty socks in my mouth.
"I guess we'll have to play hardball," Amanda said, removing her socks. Kristine came in the living room with a bottle from the kitchen. To this day, I have no idea what the contents were but she poured all over my closed mouth. Unavoidably, some got in my mouth and it had a very unpleasant taste to say the least. I had to spit it out and the girls immediately took advantage of my briefly open mouth and crammed the socks in. They quickly wrapped my mouth with two layers of duct tape. They left me alone with my misery and returned from their room with makeup and lipstick. Soon my face was covered with both.
"Now, there are two of your old friends who are responsible for your entertainment this evening," Amanda said giggling.
I'm sure that I had a look of terror in my eyes as two girls in their early twenties entered the room.
"Good job, girls," the blonde said handing Amanda and Kristine each a ten dollar bill.
"Did he give you any trouble?" the redhead asked.
"A little," Kristine admitted, "But it was fun."
Finally I recognized the two young women as my old babysitters: Becky and Megan.
 

TO BE CONTINUED.

"Well, Roman, it sure has been a while," Becky smirked.

"It looks like the tables have turned," Megan laughed, "I can't believe that we have a chance to see you tied up!"

"Look," I stammered, "I am sorry about everything that I've done, but I was a kid. I just tied you girls up as a prank. I guess this makes us even."

"Not quite," Becky corrected with a laugh, "In fact, not even close."

"I think that you did a little more than tie us up, if you can remember," Megan added.

What did I do, I wondered silently. I never hurt them or anything. I just tied them up in fun, as a prank.

"Can't remember, sweetie," Megan demanded.

"Mind if I go first, Megan," Becky asked.

"Go ahead," Megan replied.

"I babysat you the weekend before my senior prom," Becky began, anger know coming into her voice, "You decided to give me a haircut and RUINED MY PROM."

"No," I began, "I...." I stopped in my tracks. I did give her a haircut, but I never remembered it being that bad. She got a prom photo with her and her date. Her hair was horrible. In fact, part of her bare head was actually showing.

"To make matters worse, I couldn't even tell your parents about it because I was afraid of getting in trouble for letting you tied me up!" Becky exclaimed, "But, that's ok because now I can get my revenge!"

"What about you, Megan?" I asked.

"I'm glad that you asked that," she responded, "You may not have given me a 'haircut', but you did ruin my life, too."

"How?" I asked geniunely not sure of what I could have done to her.

"You made me miss an interview with a man from a modeling company," Megan answered, "I was going to take you with me, when I was babysitting you, but missed it because I was tied up. By the time I finally got you to release me, the audition was over."

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"That's not enough!" Becky exploded.

"What are you going to do?" I asked meekly.

"Well, we sure have a lot of options," smirked Megan.

Without another word, they handcuffed me hands and feet together and wrapped me in a matress. They had removed me from the chair, but must have bound the matress with something because it was too tight for me to escape.
I heard them telling Amanda and Kristine, that they had invited arranged for their mother to take an overnight typing seminar and that my parents and her mother think that I will be babysitting the girls until the next morning, so they could have me as a prisoner until at least tommorrow. Lucky me. They were going to take to a cabin in the woods, but I had no idea what they were going to do to me. Another car drove up, and it was Vanessa, a friend of Becky and Megan, apparently their to take Amanda and Kristine to their house. They lifted the sleeping bag into the backseat of their explorer. My screams were inaudible over the sleeping bag, but I could still her them talking.

"Comfortable back there, Roman?" Megan asked. I only grunted in reply.

"I'll take that as a no," giggled Becky.

As they began to drive, their conversation topic moved away from me, and on to things like sororities and 90210. I can't believe taht I let Amanda and Kristine tie me up like that. I miss the good old days where I pranked people for fun. I remember the best prank that I ever did, I was a month ago. I spraypainted, "GET BENT" on the school wall. I took a picture of the prank and kept it in my wallet. An investigation ensued until the end of school to find out who did it, but no one ever learned that it was me. 
When we finally arrived at the cabin, I was tied to a chair, yet again.

"We finally have you," Becky laughed.

"Here's our plan," Megan said, "Tommorow when church starts we will leave you naked on the steps, for the whole congregation to see."

"No, please don't," I begged.

"The time for that is over," Megan replied, "It is time to suffer as we did."

After several hours of trial and error, I was able to free myself of my ropes. Although I was still handcuffed, I was able to elude my captors and escape from the cabin. I tumbled down the hill at the foot of the cabin. It was dark, so I knew that Megan and Becky would not find me, at least for a while. I was still handcuffed but at least I was away from Becky and Megan. I then came to a startling realization. The wallet containing the incriminating picture was missing. Becky and Megan no doubt had it, and eventually when they discovered what it was, they would use it against me.

TO BE CONCLUDED

Brenda

I was eight and my older brother was ten.My sister was sixteen or seventeen(dont remember...Im 21 now)Anyway...my sister was babysitting us and my brother and I liked to give her a hard time.We had these cheap walkie talkies that we loved playing with.My brother and I were in our room and my sister was in the living room.We decided to spy on her (more or less)I volunteered to go out into the her ""terrotory"". I snuck out slowly without her seeing me (so I thought) and got about 5 feet next to her.I spoke into the walkie talkie and said something like ""everything is secure ""or something.I tried sneaking back into our room when suddenly my sister grabbed me me from behind!! She had her right hand over my mouth and she pickied me up!!! I dropped the walkie talkie on the living floor.I tried to yell but nothing came out.She said dont try to speak cause no one can hear you.At this point I was scared.She carried me into her bedroom and set me in a chair with her hand still over my mouth.The whole time I was trying to rip her hand off my mouth but she over powered by far.She grabbed a scarf(she had alot of themcause it was the eighties...wink wink)She gagged me with it but it wasnt evective enough cause I could still scream.She then tied my hands down with 2 other scarfs.By now brother was trying to get in.She locked the door so he had no way of getting in she smiled at me and said awwww such a little cutie.She then blindfolded me and said she was going to move me around in circles and then place me somewhere in the room and if I guess right she would let me go.She spun me around and around and then placed me by her bed.She removed the gag and I guessed wrong.This repeated over until finally I got it right.She let me go and I ran and told my brother.He said we would get her back...at least try to anyway.

That my 1rst story.I know its kind of a crappy ending but I really didnt spend much time on it.I have plenty more that I will post in the near future.I really am enjoying Romans story to and was just wondering what kind of""special totures""Benda would have gave him...*winks at Brenda*.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed the stoty!!!

they stood me up and sat me down in a chair, one of the computer chairs with wheels that spins around. jenn took my blindfold off and the three of them stood there smiling. amber pulled out a camera and began taking pictures, i muffled loudly, i didn't want my picture taken. while amber was taking pictures, jenn and joey each had a roll of ducttape in their hands and joey taped my legs to the chair while jenn taped my upper body to the chair. i squirmed and muffled loudly, i thought this had gone far enough and wanted to be untied. after they finished taping me to the chair and taking pictures, they began to talk about what they were going to do with me. i kept muffling through my gag and i was trying to be loud so i could get their attention. well it did, jenn took the ducttape and began to wrap in around my gag and around my head, she wrapped it so many times that i could hardly hear myself when i muffled in the gag. amber put the blindfold back on me and then i heard the front door open and i was being pushed outside. they pushed me out on the porch then i heard the door slam shut and i heard them lock it. i couldn't believe they had just done that to me. it was the middle of the afternoon and i was tied up to a chair outside. i sat there quietly cuz that was all i could do. after what seemed like forever, i heard a car pull up in the driveway, after a minute i heard kathy's voice and she said,"oh my gosh, i can't believe they did that to you, they got you tied up for the whole neighborhood to see. can you breathe alright?" i shook my head yes but i was squirming around a lot to see if she would untie me. and she said"look, you've been tied up way too much, but i'm not going to sit here and untie you especially since you agreed to be tied up in the first place, you'll just have to wait for them to untie you. but they will be in trouble for using my socks, now they're all stretched out. i'll be inside making dinner, you just sit tight now" she laughed, kissed me on my forhead and went inside. to be concluded....

http://www.superstories.net/penny/

She's been forced to move around a lot because of webhosting companies' intolerance such as Geocities but it looks like she's really been able to settle down here (at last) 

If not - Come back Richard I'm getting withdrawl symptoms.

Note - I am your number 2 Fan. 
 

OTOH, the quicker he tells his stories, the sooner he will have told them all and have none left, :-( so maybe we shouldn't be too anxious for him to post all of them very quickly?

All the same, I still want him to post another. It's been quite a while since the last one. I'm suffering withdrawal symptoms too! :-J

Just to put your mind at rest, I have quite a lot more tales to tell but I would prefer to spread them out and they do of course have to be typed up which does take time!

Now the good news - I had been planning to post sometime this coming week. The tale is rather long so I'll give it you in installments. I'm just sorry I don't have time to make a start tonight but watch this space!

Finally, a grouse of my own. Where is Doug? I have been an avid follower of his adventures ever since I found this site and regularly revisit his archives. I had hoped we would get some more of his boating trip...
 

I hid from Megan and Becky in a nearby shed. I was handcuffed, so if they caught me all would be lost. Furthermore, I had to get back in their cabin and get the picture. By then, it was dark, so they didn't see where I went. Fortunately, I came across some bold-cutters, which enabled me to get the handcuffs off. I remained hidden in the shed, in hopes that the girls would come out of the cabin looking for me.

"Roman?" I heard Megan's voice calling.

"Give up now and we'll only hurt you a little!" Becky exclaimed. I was safe for then, even if they did encounter me, now that I was free Becky and Megan wouldn't have given me much of a fight. But, I had to get that picture. I heard them walk past the shed. Fortunately, it never occurred to them that I was hiding in it.

When they were safely past the cabin, I quickly dashed back up to it. Fortunately, it was unlocked. To my dismay, I searched for the wallet and couldn't find it. Amanda and Kristine must have taken it out. I ran out the back door of the cabin and made it out of the woods. I knew my way back to town from here, and knew that I had to make it to Vanessa's house before she learned the contents of my wallet. I had stolen Becky's address book to learn where Vanessa lived.
Eventually, I reached the neighborhood that Vanessa lived in and I found her house. I wasn't just going to knock on the door, I had to come up with an attack plan. I noticed that the garage door was unlocked, so I went in through the garage. I ducked in the kitchen where I could see Vanessa talking on the phone.

"He did!" she exclaimed angrily, "I can't believe after all that planning you did, the little creep escaped. Just wait until I catch him. No, I haven't. They are fine. They upstairs getting a bath. I'm gonna do their hair. I will, but I doubt that he will show up. Ok, bye."

She stormed upstairs angrily. I didn't know what she might do to me, but I had no time to think about it. I had to get that wallet, immediately. I figured it would be upstairs, so I lure Vanessa, Amanda and Kristine down-stairs. In an act of desparation, I broke a vase.

"What the hell?" I heard Vanessa yell from upstairs. I saw her, Amanda and Kristine come down almost immediately after they heard the crash.

"What happened?" asked Amanda.

"This vase broke!" Vanessa exclaimed, "But how, we were upstairs when it happened." I hurriedly dashed behind them and darted up the stairs. I entered what I thought was Vanessa's bedroom, and frantically searched for the wallet. It was nowhere to be found. I jumped in the closet when I heard the girls enter the room.

"Let's get out of here!" cried Kristine, "I think a burglar is in the house."

"Don't be silly," Amanda responded, "Any number of things could have caused the vase to fall off."

"I think I hear something in the closet," Vanessa informed the girls. She picked up a baseball bat and opened the closet door. Vanessa then proceeded to hit me repeatedly in the small of my back until I was helpless.

"Look who it is," she smirked. She and the girls lifted me in a chair and securely tied me to it. I knew I was in trouble then. To make matters worse, I heard footsteps.

"Vanessa, you up here?" asked Becky.

"Yeah," she laughed, "and guess what we've got." I saw Becky and Megan walking up the stairs and I'm sure a look of alarm entered my face.

"I can't believe that he came back here!" exclaimed Megan, "we can do anything we want to him now!"

"We should untie him!" Becky suggested.

"Are you serious?" Vanessa demanded.

"Look what I found in the back of our car?" Becky announced holding up the picture. Why didn't I look in the back of the car?!? I was untied and pushed onto the floor. 

"Please don't show this to anyone!" I begged, "I'll do anything."

"Anything?" Megan asked. Sadistic smiles entered the faces of all five girls.

Epilogue - Three weeks later. Scrubbing the concrete surrounding the pool at Becky's was a really long and tiring job. Especially when you have to use a toothbrush. But, I had already complete 1/4 of the job in only 3 hours and the rest wouldn't be to hard. I heard a bell ring and went to answer it. It went to where Vanessa, Megan and Becky were sunning. It had been Megan who summoned me.

"Boy," she started, holding up a glass, "I need another refill."

"Yes, ma'am," I relunctantly replied, "How long until it ends.

"Three months, two weeks and six days," Becky answered, informing me of how long it would until our "arrangement" was over.
I would get them. They ruined my summer of 1999, but one day I would get my revenge.

THE END (for now...)

Claire, Kate’s sister, was with her friends and would not be back until much later. Shortly after I arrived, Kate’s parents (my aunt and uncle) went out for the night. Kate made a toasted tuna and onion on rye sandwich for herself, while I played a video game on the television in the living room. (I had eaten supper before coming over to Kate’s house.) After a few minutes Kate came up from behind where I was seated me. With her face close to mine she said that I had a surprise from me in the basement. While she was talking, I got a good wif or her breath. The tuna and onions plus whatever else she ate that day made it really nasty. “What is the surprise?” I asked, as I turned away from her. She said that I had to follow her to find out. As she spoke, I got another wif of her very nasty breath. 

I followed Kate down to the basement. Kate’s basement was quite large and in addition to Kate’s suite, consisted of my uncle’s tool room/workshop, a furnace room, and a large storage area, next to the tool shop. (The laundry area was off the kitchen on the first floor of the house). Upon entering the basement, Kate led me past the entrance to her “suite” and past the workshop and into the storage area. At the far end was a gurney. I had an idea what would come next.

As we walked over to the gurney, I said, “Where did you get it.” She responded, “I borrowed it from a friend at work. Now, lie down on the gurney. I will be back in a minute, and then we will have some fun.” I did as Kate directed. A minute or so later Kate returned with a bag and some rope. Using straps attached to the gurney, she strapped my body to it. Next, she gabbed my wrists and pulled them under the gurney bed and tied them together very tightly. She then tied the mid-section of my body and my legs to the gurney in several places with separate pieces of rope. After she tied my ankles together very tightly, she took a large black scarf out of the bag. She then cleave-gagged me, by placing the middle portion of the scarf in my mouth, and after lifting my head, tying the ends very tightly around the back of my head.

“Well, how does that grab you, kid?” She crowed with her face practically on top of mine, forcing me to smell her awful breath. Trying to turn my face away from hers, and with my mouth tightly gagged, “Mmmph” is about all I could manage in response. “What’s the matter kid? Don’t you like my smelly breath? She continued to torment me with her stinky breath as she grabbed my head so that my face was facing her face and began breathing on me. Making “Mmmph, Mmmph” sounds was about all I could do. She then said, “Alright, I will give you peace and quiet. I really shouldn’t bug you, because I am going to keep you tied up for a while.” 

She left the area leaving me to struggle against my bonds. I was tied and gagged extremely well. There was no getting out. In addition, with me in a reclining position and with the gag tightly tied in my mouth, I was unable to remove my gag. I was excited, but also terrified about what was going to happen. On several occasions, I had seen an episode of the old Munsters series in which a guy down was tied to a gurney or medical table in the dungeon under the Munsters’ house. He was securely tied and cleave-gagged with black cloth. Now I had a very good idea what his experience was like. A few weeks earlier I had told Kate that I always wanted to know what it would be like to be tied up like that guy was, and now she was allowing me to find out.

After about half an hour, Kate returned triumphantly. She was ecstatic that I was still secured to the gurney and gagged, and stated, “You can’t get out, can you? Even the gag stayed in your big mouth. I love it.” She continued, “Now its time to go for a little ride.” With that statement, she grabbed the gurney at the side behind my head, and began pushing it around the storage area. She then pushed me around in a big circle each time going a little faster. The feeling was both thrilling and scary. All I could do was make “mmmph” noises. After pushing me around the basement a few times, she brought back to corner of the storage area where I had been situated, making sure to breathe on me now and then.

Shortly after she returned the gurney to the corner of the storage area, she removed the gag and asked, “How was that, kid?” I responded somewhat mockingly “Kate, as Clint Eastwood said in the Enforcer ‘your mouthwash ain’t making it.’” Kate responded by saying, “So the little boy doesn’t like my breath. Isn’t that just too bad” as she stuffed the scarf gag back into my mouth and re-secured it behind my head. She began breathing on me saying, “You have to learn to control that big mouth, kid.” She tormented me with her awful breath for several minutes. She then stopped and said, “I think you learned your lesson for today.” When she removed the gag I simply said, “Thank you.” She responded by saying “Very good, kid! You’re learning,” and she then began untying me. 

That is all for now. I will post the rest of the story, where Kate and other get tied up soon.
 
 
 
 
 
 

I mentioned prior to my last post that that was not in chronological order. I had been reminded of the events of Christmas morning from reading some old diaries and felt it would be a seasonal offering which would not upset the "historical" aspect of my narrative since those events "stood on their own".

The following story took place a few weeks after I had been the subject of an unprovoked and unpleasant attack by older youths at school. They were not part of our usual circle and were summarily dealt with on my behalf by my brother and close friends. Those who have not followed my adventures may wish to check out "A Bad Day at School" in the December archive.

Those of you with a retentive memory may recall that, when questioned by my mates following this episode, I stated quite unequivocally that I intended to continue in our "TUG group". Others thought, quite rightly, that when faced with the prospect of being tied up again I might experience an adverse reaction. I was indeed fortunate to be surrounded by a close knit group of kind and considerate friends who ensured by their actions that I quickly overcame my misgivings and was once more in the thick of the action...

And when are the other archives gonna be up or never because we lost them in the move from tripod?

I made as if I was giving Matthew's question some serious thought and then, with a wicked grin, shook my head vigorously. I would put my trust in Paul to get us out of this. I must have been mad - Paul took his cue from me and shook his head too. "Oh my god, no!" I thought. "The boy wants to be a martyr!" Without putting our gags back the attack was renewed with as much vigour as before, this time with us suffering simultaneously. When at last the tickling stopped I was wet with perspiration and gasping for breath from laughing. I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't actually wet myself. I looked at Paul and he was no better off. His head was drooping, his face wet with tears and his hair hung down lank from the sweat. Clearly I would have to end this. Before either of our tormentors could speak I raised my head, begged them to stop and told them what they wanted to know. Paul looked up in shocked surprise - maybe he wasn't as ticklish as me!

As soon as I had finished telling them about Roger and David, Andrew and Matthew dashed off to search for them, not even bothering to replace our gags, which left us with a few minutes to discuss our predicament. I tried to stretch to ease my aching arms and legs - it was useless. We had both been tied in such a way that we had no freedom of movement at all. Until our captors deigned to release us we would remain exactly as we were. I looked at Paul and grinned - he was obviously attempting to do exactly the same and having the same amount of success. After a moment he spoke and said, "Our situation is going to be a whole lot worse when they find Andrew and Roger". Never was a truer word spoken - Roger certainly wasn't going to welcome us as long lost cousins after leaving him tied to a tree. With Matthew already on the warpath, we were in for a bad time!

After asking him if he was all right and being assured that apart from his aching arms and legs he was fine, I asked Paul, "Why did you hold out so long?"

He grinned, looked a little sheepish and replied, "I think I forgot to tell you, but I am not nearly as ticklish as you! Even so, that last attack really got me going. If you hadn't given in I couldn't have faced another session".

I looked at the boy again and understood rather better than perhaps he had intended what he meant - with only a thin pair of cotton shorts on and arched backwards to his stake the bulge was obvious for all to see. I grinned inwardly but couldn't embarrass him by drawing attention to it. Instead I said, "As for me, a few moments longer and I would have wet myself! I think they will take us back to their base rather than leave us here" - Paul tried to stretch again to bring some relief to his limbs - "But you realise we are really for it when they find out we haven't got our packages?"

Paul looked shocked, "Do you know, I had completely forgotten about them. Well, Matthew intends to make me suffer as much as possible for my rejecting him and there is nothing I can do about it now. I suggest we do all we can to keep these four occupied, which will give Stuart and James a better chance. If we are taken back to the woods and Stuart and James make it that far, they may even get an opportunity to set us free. In any case, all the time this lot have to look after us, there are only four of them out there to catch our mates and no one is better at moving over rough country secretly than those two!"

All he said was true but further discussion was out of the question as we heard movements in the bushes and Andrew and Matthew reappeared, closely followed by our two erstwhile prisoners. Roger and David congratulated our captors on the way they had trussed us up and then - horror of horrors - proceeded to search us. It didn't take long. Dressed only in our shorts they had minimal pockets to examine and in a moment realised we did not have the all-important packages (remember, they would need 75% of the contraband as well as several bodies to win!). It was clear that, if we had thought they were mad before we had seen nothing. We listened to a short discussion, the result of which was that it was decided to take us back to the woods. 

Matthew and Andrew had clearly had some discussion on this topic before rescuing their buddies and the former made it clear that his brother had not yet paid his penance. He looked at Paul with a sickly grin and said, "We can't have you exhausting yourself so we are going to carry you." Paul looked a little blank but I felt myself shiver involuntarily - I had a premonition of what was to follow. Sure enough, Andrew began to explain how I had been carried slung to a pole by my bound hands and feet, following my capture by my own brother during our last game in the summer (of the present company, Andrew was the only one present apart from the reluctant victim - me - and I wasn't given a say in the matter). Paul looked mystified by the explanation while I thought to myself, "You really don't want to find out about this!" Our mouths were still free but Paul made no comment. Instead, he glared truculently at his brother and I found myself thinking, not for the first time, "Boy, you really do know how to wind someone up. I guess you do deserve what's coming!" I shrugged my shoulders - no that's a lie; I would have liked to shrug my shoulders but given the way we were bound that was impossible - if Paul was determined upon self destruction the least I could do was bear it manfully without complaining, because it was quite clear I would be sharing his fate.

Matthew disappeared in the direction whence we had first been apprehended. When he returned he was carrying two small back packs and two staves (six-foot long ash poles about 1½ inches in diameter). The thought went through my mind that these lads were ready for any eventuality.

I now watched as the four boys set about freeing Paul's hands and saw him briefly stretch luxuriously. Alas, he wasn't given long to enjoy his freedom as David stepped forward and deftly bound his wrists in front of him, palm to palm. This done his ankles were freed briefly, he was dragged away from the tree, stretched out on the ground face down, his arms above his head, his ankles were retied and finally a rope was tied between his wrists and ankles, pulling the former behind his head and the latter well up behind his butt, and rolled over onto his side. Paul's eyes were blank - he still had no notion of what was about to happen.

Now it was my turn. My hands were untied and like Paul before me, I revelled in the brief moment of freedom, as my muscles were able to relax. Again, the moment was all too short, but to my surprise I was pushed forward and my hands were retied behind my back before my ankles were freed from the tree. Without any assistance from the others I sank forward thankfully, bending my knees as I lay full stretch on the ground and let out a deep sigh. At the same time, I was puzzled by my treatment and looked up into Matthew's grinning face. He must have understood my enquiring look because he said, "No need to carry you, Richard. You can walk!"

My mind raced. I was only too well aware of what Paul was about to experience (thankfully, he was still blissfully unaware). That I was being let off meant one of two things. First, that our captors were still anxious for me after my recent experiences or second, that by making me walk one of them would be released to join the search for our chums. It would take four to carry us both. For The benefit of Stuart and James, if for no other reason I couldn't let these guys get away with this. Furthermore, Paul had brought much of this down on his own head but we had all told him earlier we were in this together and I wasn't going to let him suffer on his own now. Finally, if the truth were known, I was fed up with being treated like an invalid too. I glared at Matthew and said, "If you think I am walking back with you, you can forget it" (Thank heaven our mouths were still free!).

Poor Matthew was completely devastated by my unexpected response. He almost whined, "but you've got to!" but this was met with a vigorous shaking of my head. Finally, he accepted the inevitable and told his colleagues to bind my ankles and then retie me as Paul was already. I let out a sigh and relaxed as the other boys reworked my bonds, all the while thinking "Well you can hardly blame Paul for the mess you're in now!"

Matthew had just one last card to play. He approached his younger brother, trussed on the floor, crouched down and said, "We don't need to do this, littl'un. You only have to apologise, you know". He could hardly have made a worse attempt at reconciliation. Paul raised his head and almost spat out the words, "Apologise to you? You must be out of your tree. I have nothing to apologise for!" Matthew turned away nonplussed - he had backed himself into a corner with his silly argument, although I still suspected his motives were not entirely altruistic but aimed at getting an extra team member back in the field. Paul on the other hand was clearly so headstrong that nothing would make him climb down - he was determined to accept anything that was done to him without a murmur.

At last, all was ready. I watched as Roger and David stooped down, grasped Matthew's pole and lifted it gently but firmly off the ground. Moments later, they had the ends of the pole on their shoulders with Matthew hanging face down between them, gently swinging from the pole, his head hanging between his elbows. It was all I could do to stifle a chuckle - his trainers had been tied together by their laces and were now dangling from the pole above my friend's arched back. I knew what to expect having been transported in this fashion before but I had to admire my fellow sufferer - despite not having been gagged particularly well he made not the faintest sound of complaint. Now it was my turn. I felt the pole lifted and moments later I was gently swinging from it between my two bearers, just as I had seen my friend a few seconds ago. I raised my head to look around and take stock of our situation but it was too uncomfortable. I let my head droop between my elbows despite the fact that it drew my gag uncomfortably tightly back into my mouth. I decided it wasn't important - there was no one here to hold an intellectually stimulating philosophical discussion with anyway. I saw nothing more of our journey save a few blades of grass and stony ground a few inches from my nose.

In truth, it wasn't desperately uncomfortable although I found my arms and legs aching somewhat as we progressed. The boys set a fast pace and, with a short rest during which our gags were removed and we were each given water from a bottle which was in one of their packs, they covered the remaining distance to the edge of our woods in about 20 minutes. Here we paused again, as they would need to negotiate a fairly steep and narrow path before the last couple of hundred yards. I was deposited on the ground although I was unable to straighten my limbs since the stave was not removed and all four boys manhandled Paul to the bottom. Then it was my turn. This was perhaps the worst part but it was soon over and a few minutes later we were deposited unceremoniously outside the opposition's base. The staves were removed, as were our gags and we were given a long and very welcome drink. Immediately we had finished our hands were untied and quickly retied behind our backs - our captors were taking no chances, although our mouths were left free, at least for the moment.

The four withdrew into the patrol hut, evidently for a council of war, leaving us alone for the moment. We were both sitting in the dust a few feet apart, our hands tied behind our backs as I have said. We did at least have a short while for an exchange of ideas. We eyed one another for a few moments - there was no point in trying to manoeuvre to attack each other's bonds - then I said with a chuckle, "Well big boy, how do you feel now?"

Paul looked rueful and then actually gave a soft laugh. "Not too bad. My wrists are a bit sore but otherwise I am fine. I never thought Matthew would do something like that but it was worth every penny, just to stand up to him for once!" he paused and looked a little shifty then added in an undertone, "Actually, it was awesome!"

"You're weird, you know that?" I replied. "We went through all that just so you could get even with your brother". I couldn't help glancing down - the bulge in my friend's shorts was still evident but there were other signs that he had enjoyed the journey more than he should.

Paul pouted slightly and said, "Well you didn't have to go through it - they would have let you walk!"

"You too if you hadn't been so stubborn," I responded, "but there was no way I was going to let them subject you to that sort of treatment and then allow them to let me off. We're team mates remember!"

"I think you must be as weird as me," Paul chuckled, "but look, we haven't got long. They are obviously not going to set us free and wish us a nice afternoon. We have managed to keep four of their team well and truly occupied for nearly two hours and it must be obvious who has the packages. If we are threatened with further torture, as seems likely, I suggest we tell them what they want to know straight away. It can't harm Stuart and James now and it might just mean we are left a little more comfortable than otherwise. Unless one of the others manages to stage a rescue, we are going to be tied up here for the rest of the afternoon. Neither of us has a chance of getting loose if Roger is doing the tying and that's when he's in a good mood!"

What Paul said made sense. We had no idea of where our two buddies had got to in any case so there was no point in holding back the little information we had. We relaxed and waited for the conference to end.

The four finally emerged from the hut and approached us menacingly, "You don't have the packages Mike gave you and we need to know where they are. You are also going to tell us where your friends are".

I had anticipated the heavy approach and smiled up at them engagingly. "Sure. Stuart and James took all the packages - find them and you may find the contraband! We really haven't seen the other two since the game started. Paul and I agreed to stay together but James and Stuart went off separately". Suddenly I realised I would have to tell a lie. "As we were the first to leave the cove we don't even know if they set out together or what direction they took".

Fortunately, they seemed to buy my tale. Our captors held a short whispered conversation together but before they finished we heard a rustle in the bushes and Mike appeared hot, sweaty and out of breath. He stopped short when he saw our bound forms on the ground and gave me a playful dig in the ribs with his toe. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise, meeting you two here".

Without waiting for a response he turned to the others and said, "You can't guess how pleased I am to see you. The rest of us have scoured the plateau I don't know how many times and there is no trace of them anywhere". He paused, and then as an afterthought added, "Well there wasn't until I saw these two. We were beginning to worry about all of you, suspecting that these young terrors had pulled the wool over our eyes". Roger quickly explained how he and David had been caught by the two of us but then rescued, and went on to explain how they had carried us here. I saw Mike grimace at Roger's description. Although our mouths were free Paul and I had not been invited to partake in this discussion but, ignoring Paul, Mike knelt behind me and I felt him examining my bound wrists quite gently. Very softly, he said, "Are you alright, Titch?" I was rather taken aback by Mike's expression - it was a form of address I was used to receiving from Chris but not outside the family. I assured him I was fine and to stop worrying. I added that our captors had wanted me to walk but that I insisted on being treated in the same way as Paul.

"OK, fair enough, but you are going to have some magnificent bruises in the morning". He went to rise but as he did so I said quietly, "There is just one thing". Mike immediately crouched down again full of concern. I struggled to turn round and face him, gave him my most winsome look (I was well equipped for this with large, round brown eyes and long lashes and regularly annoyed my family in this way) and added, "You don't feel like untying me, I suppose?" For a moment I saw him hesitate then suddenly he exploded with laughter.

"You cheeky young devil. Even if I had felt inclined to before you can forget it now. If I have my way you can stay like that until tomorrow!" I lowered my eyes and almost regretted my joke. I had no way of knowing if Mike was serious. I just might have overplayed my hand.

As Mike stood up, Roger hit him with more bad news - the fact that neither of us had our packages. Mike pondered this announcement for what seemed like an age then said unexpectedly, "Well good for them! It wasn't quite what I had in mind when we set this up but they are certainly some way to outwitting us. You have to admit these kids really deserve to win. Still, the trophies haven't been awarded yet so we will have to re-double our efforts. Have you questioned these two as to the whereabouts of the others?"

Matthew replied, "I am certain they have no more idea than us".

"OK, then the best we can do is all get back out there and start searching. Get these two properly trussed up so that they can't get away and don't forget to gag them. I'll make a sweep through the woods while you are doing that and meet you on the high ground just on the edge of the wood". (He was referring to the place where we had been brought in).

Roger and Matthew immediately checked the bindings on our wrists but pronounced themselves satisfied. Meanwhile Andrew and David busied themselves with new gags, stuffing a cloth in our mouths and tying them securely in place with a second. No more chat for us. As they finished, Roger announced that he had an idea and told the others to untie Paul's ankles. This was quickly carried out and then, with the help of his friends Roger retied my fellow prisoner's feet in exactly the same way as Mike had yesterday, forcing his knees wide apart before crossing the boys ankles and binding them tightly with a diagonal lashing. As before, with his feet crossed and tied Paul was unable to straighten his legs (indeed he almost appeared to be doing the splits). Well satisfied, he placed a hand under the bound boy's shoulder and heaved. With no means of steadying himself with his hands or feet Paul rolled onto his stomach in a most undignified manner, his knees still spread and his feet now pointing in the air. But the older boy still wasn't satisfied. He asked for one of the staves and as Matthew and Andrew forced the prisoner's knees yet further apart he placed the pole across the back of Paul's knees and lashed it tightly above each of his knees. It was clear the youngster was unable to move and the projecting wood made it impossible for him to roll over. Finally, he pulled Paul's bound ankles up behind his butt and lashed them tightly to his wrists, completing the hog-tie. Roger's friends made admiring comments then set about doing exactly the same to me. When they had finished I was immobilised.

We lay there in our grime for another half-hour during which time I though I once heard some shouting in the distance. Then suddenly there was a rustle in the undergrowth and Stuart, as suave as always, appeared before us. As we strained to peer up at him he giggled and said, "My, but you lads do get yourselves into some unusual situations!" I tried to say to him, "Come on, don't mess about, get us untied quick before anyone else comes back," but naturally all I produced was a string of mmpppfhs, much to the delight of our friend. After releasing us both from the hog-tie he began to tackle my bound legs and ankles, leaving my gag and hands for later. As he did the same for Paul he said, "No time for the rest now, we need to get away before someone comes. I'll deal with your hands and gags when we are safe".

He paused just long enough to help us into our trainers - of our shirts and socks there was no sign - then he helped us to our feet and led us away stealthily to where we had our old den. We must have made a strange sight being led by our buddy, securely gagged and with our hands tied behind our backs. Our destination was of course no longer a secret since our last great battle but we would still be completely hidden from prying eyes and could defend it with a will if we had to. It was also the place we had agreed upon to deposit our packages of contraband prior to making the final dash through enemy lines - maybe we would find James already there. On our arrival Stuart helped us crawl through the entrance and when we were finally seated in security he removed our gags. There was no sign of James.

"Sorry about that," he apologised. "Actually I don't think there is anyone left in the woods but I didn't want to waste any time unnecessarily. I must say keeping you gagged has advantages too - no need to answer foolish questions!" he grinned at both of us as we stretched our jaws luxuriously. "Yes, very funny Stuart. Now hurry up and untie our hands," I demanded. Stuart looked at Paul and, with a grin, responded, "Your friend is insufferably impatient. I don't think it will do him any harm to wait awhile. Turn around and I'll free your hands," Paul naturally obeyed and within a few moments he was free at last. I was still fuming in the corner but Stuart was determined to play it to the end and, with my hands still tied behind my back I sat down and sulked. It is true I enjoyed being tied up (I was not the only one in the group) but even my best friends seemed to get an inordinate amount of amusement from seeing me in this situation. At last he relented and stepping behind me I felt his fingers working at the multiple knots in the cords binding my wrists. At last I was free and I spent a few moments rubbing the circulation back into my sore arms. I had the makings of some fine bruises on my wrists but looking across at my pal engaged in the same activity I could see he would have a matching set.

Without going into detail, we explained briefly what had happened to us, how we had captured Roger and David but had had to give them up under interrogation and how we had then been carried back to the base by Matthew and his cronies. Stuart sat wide-eyed through our brief tale. He and James had faired rather better. Contrary to what we had assumed they remained together. James had already spotted a way down the low cliff, which ran all the way from the cove where we commenced our assault to the edge of the bay, which fronted our woods. At the foot of the cliff there was a narrow strip of sand and they followed this all the way back. Occasionally they had to clamber over rocks and more than once they had to wade through the sea but they had been out of site the whole time. I had a suspicion Mike would be furious if he knew but clearly he had not checked out the terrain nearly carefully enough. Once they heard their pursuers' voices above them and they stood close against the rock face, which fortunately had a slight overhang at that point, until they were sure they were safe.

I interrupted Stuart's flow to say, "Mike was not a happy chap when he discovered we didn't have the packages, so where are they now?" I peered round expectantly. Stuart looked particularly shifty and replied, "Well two of them have been delivered and are safe. We decided to change the plan and left the second pair hidden on the beach. There are a couple of open fishing boats on the sand. To be honest, we were fairly sure we could get through without discovery, having found our way down the cliff but we were equally confident that you two would be captured. What you didn't know you couldn't give away under interrogation! James and I had just delivered the first two and were returning separately for the others when I found you strung up in the enemy camp. If James makes it back OK he will collect the third. That just leaves one and its Mission accomplished!"

We decided to set out at once. Stuart produced a couple of water pistols and led us off in a wide circle, initially away from our destination. Once out of the trees our progress was slower as we made use of every available piece of cover. We were perhaps a quarter of a mile from the spot Stuart would use to take us down onto the beach when we heard a commotion, still some distance away but drawing slowly closer. It was the enemy and what we could hear made it clear they had a prisoner. We dived for cover and in the short time available to us Stuart took charge. He looked at Paul and said, "OK littl'un. Now is your chance to prove yourself. You are going to have to get the stash and deliver it." Paul looked enquiringly at our friend. Without a word being spoken Stuart understood. "If Matthew catches you again he will stop at nothing to find out what you know," The younger boy's face actually lost a little of it's colour. "It sounds like there are too many to tackle at the moment but we will follow this bunch and hope for an opportunity to stage a rescue in due course".

Provided with the necessary information to help him find the missing package, Paul disappeared silently into the thicket without any further questions.

We watched the group go past us without discovering our positions and when they were a safe distance in front proceeded to follow, making full use of the cover. We gave no thought to the rest of our foes. A sad mistake: had we done so and waited longer we might have noticed Mark and Robert silently following the main group and covering their retreat. As it was the first we knew was as the water hit our backs. Stuart was protected by his shirt - the cold blast on my bare skin made me jump with the shock. We whirled round but it was too late - we were face to face with two determined enemies, their weapons levelled at us while ours were still tucked in our shorts. We were instructed to raise our hands and as we did so Mark took out a whistle and gave a long blast on it. Then we were ordered to turn round and start walking.

We did as we were ordered and a few moments later came upon the main group who had been hidden from view by a few bushes. The whistle had clearly been a signal to the other party. James had been made to kneel and David was busy tying his ankles. They were clearly taking no chances with their prisoner. As we turned the corner all eyes seemed to be focused on me. That I had been set free was obvious. Also obvious to all was who had been the perpetrator of this nefarious deed - he was a couple of paces in front of me, his hands raised incongruously above his head and looking much less suave than normal. Bound as he was James was unable to turn his head to see the cause of the commotion but he wasn't kept in suspense for long. We each received a prod in the back from our captors and stumbled forward until we stood at the front of the group. James looked up at us as best he could with his head bowed, his eyes showing signs of desperation. Now his ankles were tied he was clearly concentrating for all he was worth on keeping his balance.

Mark quickly explained that they had caught us tracking the main group and Mike turned on us gleefully and said, "I'm really disappointed with you Richard. After we offered you our hospitality you go and run out on us! I see you have collected a new friend - what have you done with your other little chum?" I had no intention of replying but Matthew muttered under his breath, "Probably realised the little twerp was ruining their chances and left him where he was!"

My colour began to rise but fortunately before I could make a rash comment Mike continued, "Well I don't think that is very gallant but not to worry. You are really lucky we have found you. Now you can enjoy the hospitality you spurned earlier. Kneel down, both of you!" We had no choice but to obey as a pair of hands was placed heavily on each of our shoulders and we were pushed forwards onto our knees facing our bound comrade. As we did so I relaxed and began to lower my raised hands but reconsidered when Mike snapped, "No one gave you permission to lower your arms. Keep them where they are!" Feeling a little foolish I obeyed.

The next moment, I felt someone grasp my wrists, pulling them backwards, while more hands pushed my head forward and down. Seconds later a stave had been pushed down across my neck, forcing my elbows back and keeping my head forward. The thought went through my mind that the opposition had come well equipped. I knew what would follow and didn't have to wait. Before I could catch my breath my arms were being tightly lashed to the stave above my elbows. Hands then grasped my wrists, pulling them down to the pole and, in a position just behind my neck they were similarly lashed leaving me immobile. Worse than that, my wrists were tied separately and it was impossible to reach the rope with my fingers; escape without outside assistance would not be feasible. It was now difficult to turn my head but out of the corner of my eye I saw Stuart struggling as his shirt was removed. Resistance was of course useless and a few moments later three small boys were left tightly bound and stripped to their shorts. Finally, Roger stepped forward, stuffed a wadded cloth in each of our mouths and completed our gags by securing a second cloth between our teeth. We were helpless.

Mike stood and admired his handiwork for a few moments before saying, "We will need to have a chat with you two but that can wait until we are back at our base". With that James gave us both a big wink. It was so incongruous that I exploded in giggles behind my gag, which seemed to irritate our captors. James's ankles were freed, we were hauled to our feet and soon we were being marched quite openly along the path that led back to the woods. Our progress was not helped by the six-foot long poles we had been trussed with. Periodically they would snag in the branches of bushes or trees causing us to stumble and in places we had to progress sideways, assisted by our captors.

The way we had been trussed was anything but comfortable but our slow progress left plenty of time for thought. I didn't believe that even Matthew would seriously think for one moment that we had abandoned Paul so they must now be wondering where he was. Presumably they had decided he was not worth troubling over at this stage and in any case we had seen no sign of Peter and Andrew. We had not been searched for contraband and it was obvious James had already been interrogated. Was he in possession of a package when he was caught and what else had he given away? Where was Paul now? If he succeeded in getting home with a package would he still be able to turn his freedom to our advantage?

I revolved these and many similar thoughts through my mind until at last we stumbled into the old, familiar clearing. We were made to kneel in a semi-circle half facing one another and our ankles were promptly tied, just as James's has been earlier. I had hoped we would be made slightly more comfortable but Mike must have realised our distress - trussed like this we were ideally placed for an intensive interrogation session! We were at least relieved of our gags and I heard deep sighs of relief from my two pals. Water bottles were also produced and my eyes lit up. Suddenly I realised we couldn't drink tied like this and Mike and Company were in no rush to change things.

"I expect you would all like a drink," he said in a kindly tone. Incongruously we all tried to nod our heads, which was impossible - our mouths were free and a simple "Yes" would have sufficed! Our captor went on, "Well, we all want to make you as comfortable as possible and so, as soon as you have answered a few simple questions we will tie you up a little more comfortably and give you a drink". He sounded so kind and gentle - much like an old and revered uncle but we all had a fair idea of the information he wanted.

He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out - a package! James clearly knew he had this - it had in fact been taken from our friend earlier, when he was captured - but both Stuart and I were wide eyed. Mike eyed us curiously and said, "We would like to know where the others are. Your friend here has told us one story but we would like to hear what you have to say". Without more ado he waved his hand in the direction of Stuart and James and said, "Gag these two!" His orders were carried out promptly and diligently. My heart quailed - I was evidently to receive "the treatment" first. He looked at Matthew and said lightly, "he's all yours" and walked away to where I could not see him. I sensed rather than saw the other boy approach and the attack was launched directly. Matthew had already shown himself to be the master of tickle torture and this time I had no chance. Within seconds I was giggling helplessly while tears rolled down my cheeks. My efforts to avoid the searching fingers were sorely hampered by my need to keep my balance - not an easy task with my hands and arms effectively lashed above my head and rendered useless. If I fell I would never be able to get up unassisted (although in reality I doubt if the lads would have let this happen). Two minutes and I was pleading for him to stop...

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