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

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I really, badly wanted proper locking handcuffs when I was a boy. The kind Richard had would have been perfect! *sigh* (again)

I still haven't found a suitable place for the "Richard UK Fan Club" site, ;-) but I will keep on looking. Hopefully, I will find someplace suitable eventually.

Richard's #1 fan

The party was in full swing now. There couldn’t have been a better place to stage it. Kelly’s classic homestead was a pretty big place, and as I had stated earlier, she and some of her other friends had gone all out to make this party the social event of the year. The lights were dim, spooky background music and sound effects were in effect, and fog flowed eerily from room to room, the result no doubt of a fog machine hidden someplace. Candles were placed strategically around the hallways and rooms. In the main entranceway, high overhead, a witch was perched on a broomstick, eyes glowing spookily – the Addams Family would have felt right at home here on this night.

The guests, too, were equally creative in their choices of costumes. I marveled at the variety of ideas that people had come up with in deciding what to wear, and was continually impressed with what I saw. Although Kelly and I wore store bought costumes – myself the French Maid, and she the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader – many others had spent considerable time and effort for this event. As I gazed around, I saw one guy dressed as a mummy, surgical bandage wrapped around him from head to toe. One couple was dressed as dice.

In the main living room, couples gyrated to music, and there was a boisterous game of bobbing for apples in the corner. Some of the others were sat around tables playing board games, such as Trivial Pursuit and Yahtzee. Kelly introduced me to some more guests. As usual, there was a fuss over my costume, yet somehow I was finding myself less self-conscious as the evening wore on. It was as though I was gaining a newfound self-confidence in myself. And why shouldn’t I? Actually, I was starting to think I was looking pretty sexy myself! I smiled inwardly. Steve thought so too, but he was securely tied up in the barn. I would be safe from him for a while.

My best friend had noticed that I seemed to be thoughtful about something. “Lisa, dear,” she smiled. “Penny for your thoughts. You seem pre-occupied this evening.”

I smiled. “Oh, just thinking about someone.” I looked around. “So what else is planned for the evening? Did you get a chance to set up the haunted tunnel, or whatever it was?” Kelly, in addition to adorning the house with Halloween decorations, had turned the basement into a makeshift, really scary place, with fog, mannequins made to look like monsters, and flashing lightning effects and sound. Her homestead had a huge unfinished basement, and she had set it up sort of like a maze, eventually leading to the cellar stairs leading outside.

She gestured towards the basement. “Come on,” she said excitedly, “it’s really cool. You’ll be so scared!” We headed downstairs, down the dark, concrete cellar stairs. The first attraction was a ghost looming overhead, glowing from within. I had to admit, this was pretty neat! Gingerly, we proceeded forward in the darkness, rounding a bend we came face-to-face with the Grim Reaper. His scythe was raised menacingly, and orange eyes glowed ominously from behind the grinning Death’s Head. Rounding another bend, we found ourselves in a dungeon scene. Against one wall, in chains, hung a skeleton, clad only in tattered clothing. The forgotten prisoner! With only the light from a candle, the scene looked pretty realistic and frightening!

“So what do you think, so far?” Kelly asked. “Pretty frightening, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s really great. It must have taken ages to put this together! Where did you get that skeleton? It looks real?” I glanced nervously back at it.

“Oh that. You know Sam? Sherri’s boyfriend? Well, he’s second year pre-med and offered to let me use it for the party.”

Just then, we saw Sam and Sherri up ahead. Sherri was dressed as a sexy, female cop. She had on a blue police shirt and tie, and a short, sexy tight black skirt. She had a belt with a nightstick and a pretend gun. Sam was dressed as a prisoner, complete with striped uniform with the slogan “Property of Alcatraz” emblazoned on the front. Also, he was wearing a pair of handcuffs. Sherri, in keeping with the theme of their costumes, had handcuffed Sam’s hands in front of him. “Sherri, you remember Lisa, don’t you? We went to school together.”

“Hi, Lisa! Long time no see.” Sherri smiled. Although we had gone to school together, we hadn’t seen each other for a few years since I had started college. She was a pretty girl, with long, blond hair and a nice figure. Sherri had gone into nursing, and it was there that she had met Sam, now in his third year of med school. They had been dating for about a year now, and, glancing at those handcuffs, guessed that they were used not just for parties. “Lisa, this is Sam,” Sherri continued, gesturing towards her boyfriend.

Automatically, Sam started to extend his hand, and then realized he was cuffed. “Sherri insisted on making it as authentic as possible,” he explained sheepishly. “I guess she doesn’t want a catch like me getting away from her.” He glanced over at Sherri. “You do have the keys for these, I hope.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she laughed, tugging at a gold neck chain that disappeared into the cleavage of her costume. “You’re right. I’m not letting you out of my sight. And those ‘cuffs can stay on. If you want a quiet, prissy type,” she added, winking at me, “you should be dating Lisa here.”

My mouth dropped open, then I broke into a broad grin. “Hey, that’s not true. I’m not the square, shy type everyone thinks,” I retorted, thinking back to my almost forgotten prisoner. “Isn’t that right, Kelly?”

“I don’t know, Lisa. I mean, could you lock up your guy like this? You’d wind up like earlier this evening, tied up yourself.” Kelly looked puzzled for a moment in the darkness. “By the way, Lisa, where is Steve? I was sure he was with you when you walked out of here earlier. You’re not telling me something.”

I glanced around furtively. Sherri had taken Sam by the arm and led him over to another group of partygoers, so we were alone. Taking the hint, Kelly leaned in closer to me to listen. “Okay,” I confessed quietly, “it’s true we left together. You know how earlier he cornered me and was bothering earlier this evening? Well, I got even!”

I proceeded to tell Kelly our walk outside and over to the barn, about going inside. I told her about Steve’s overbearing behavior and how I thought he needed to be taught a lesson. I then told her about the bet, and how I had him tightly hog-tied. When I was finished, Kelly just stood there wish a look of amused, slack-jawed wonderment.

“So is he still out there? It’s been over three hours now. Do you think he managed to get free?”

The truth is, I hadn’t thought about that, but I was pretty sure that he would still be there. As I recounted earlier in the story, I have a Master’s degree in Bondage 101 from Babysitter University. When I tied him up, I made sure his bonds were inescapable. However, I also made sure he would be comfortable, as I didn’t wish him any harm. Just a lesson in humility!

Kelly and I proceeded through the maze. We came to another exhibit, this one a mummy emerging from a crypt. A group of girls were stood around. I recognized Rhonda, the she-devil, Amy, the bride, and Amanda as a sexy witch. One girl was not wearing a costume. Correction: a group of girls and Ryan, who, as you recall from the first part of my story, had cross-dressed for this occasion. I don’t know what it is, but they just seemed be crazy about Ryan in a dress. It was amazing how the girls just loved him in it! And, I had to admit, he did look pretty cute! They were stood around him, admiring the dress, impressed with his courage at coming to a party dressed like this. One was asking where he had gotten such a gorgeous dress, perhaps wanting one like it for herself. Ryan’s dress was sheer, wine red, and gathered at the waist. It was tight, the hem coming just below his knees, with a back dart to make walking a bit easier. He wore a pair of white pumps with perhaps 2-2 ˝ inch heels, and sheer Lycra nylons. He looked so fabulous as a girl that I guessed he must have had a female friend help him with the costume and makeup.

“Hi girls,” I said, as we approached them. “Hello, gorgeous,” I giggled, addressing Ryan. “You know, you do look sexy in that fabulous dress!” We all broke out laughing as Ryan blushed under the mascara. We talked some more, and then he excused himself, walking away quite elegantly, the hem of his dress tightening against his knees, and heels clicking against the floor.

“You know,” Amy piped up, “I think there is a cross-dresser in every guy. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself this evening.”

“So Lisa has this big surprise for us,” Kelly exclaimed. As the other girls looked questioning at her, she motioned us forward in the haunted maze. We passed several more exhibits, one was a guillotine poised to be-head some poor devil. Another was the devil himself. We stepped through a door, and into the night air. A stone stairwell led up to ground level. We climbed the stairs, Amy being careful to lift up her bridal gown. The evening was pleasantly cool, but not chilly. The moon, now a somber shade of orange, peeked furtively from behind some wispy clouds. The crickets chirped loudly, and the gentle night breeze stirred the cornfield. We made our way through the gravestones that Kelly had set up for the party, and headed towards the barn.

Upon reaching the barn, I undid the door and stepped through the threshold. Reaching around I found the light switch, turned on the light, and motioned the others to follow. One by one, the girls stepped over the threshold and followed me around the stable.

“Well, well, well! What do we have here?” Kelly exclaimed, breaking into a broad grin at the sight of Steve. He was still in the secure hog-tie I had put him in earlier on. I looked closely at him. He seemed all right, to my relief. “Lisa, did you do this yourself?” Kelly marveled at the intricacy of the bondage he was in.

“Yep,” I replied. “All by my lonesome.” I performed a theatrical curtsy for the benefit of the other girls. They were stood there in slack jawed amazement at Steve’s predicament. All of them knew Steve. They knew him to be an overbearing sort who thought he was God’s gift to women, and acted accordingly. And I think they were really enjoying seeing him bound and helpless.

“Could one of you please untie me? Please?” Steve looked around at each of the girls helplessly, finally resting his gaze on me. “Come on, Lisa. Please. You’ve had your fun. Please untie me now.” He wriggled a bit against the ropes, but I think he was beyond hope of getting out of this by himself.

“Well, Steve, I told the other girls about you, and they couldn’t wait to come and see you like this. I guess you’re as popular with the girls as you think you are,” I smiled smugly. If Steve wasn’t before, he was completely humiliated now. “Now here’s the deal. There’s a chance you can get out of this, but you’re going to have to behave yourself and co-operate with us.”

Rhonda, Amy, Amanda, and Kelly were really starting to enjoy this now, and Steve – thinking there was a quick way out of his predicament – nodded his head enthusiastically. He wasn’t going to get out of this so easily, though.

“First of all,” I continued, “you will not address any of us as ‘toots’, or ‘babe’, or ‘sweetheart’. You will not speak until spoken to, and when you do, you will address us as ‘Miss’. Understand?”

“Yeah,” he replied sullenly.

“Understand?”

“Yes, Miss Lisa. I understand,” Steve replied, respectfully and humbly. That was it. He was beaten. We all had him where we wanted him and we were going to take advantage of the situation to its fullest. We all stood around him, these five gorgeous girls in our sexy costumes. Each of us had suffered some indignity from Steve at one point, and now was the night of reckoning. As the party continued in the distance, there was another party here where one of its guests was not having such a good time. I think he learned a lesson that evening, one that he would never forget . . .

Epilogue - Valentine’s Day surprise

The evening was cool that Thursday of the fourteenth. Another Halloween had come and gone, then Christmas, and now I was looking forward to this Valentine’s Day evening. I walked along the sidewalk, finished for the day of shopping, and headed towards my car. My old Honda Civic had given out a couple of years ago, and on a flight of fancy, had treat myself to a new BMW convertible. Perfect for the up and coming career girl. I started it up, and pulled out of the parking space.

My condo was about twenty minutes away from the mall. After parking, I took the elevator up until I reached my unit. I had always enjoyed the view from here; it was one of the reasons I chose it. Slipping out of my heels, I slumped down on the couch and decided to watch some television. My guest would not be arriving for another two hours, so I had plenty of time to prepare for the evening. After awhile, I decided to run a bath. Lying in the warm water, I smiled to myself as I thought about the upcoming evening.

Later, after I had toweled myself off, I pulled out the new dress that I had bought while shopping. Sheer, tight, and black, it was perfect for the upcoming evening. I stepped into the dress, reveling in the sheer feel of the fabric. I walked over to the mirror. Perfect. It was tight, the hem coming to just above the knees, and gathered at the waist. It was sleeveless, with spaghetti straps, and showed just enough cleavage. The only blush I showed that evening was the makeup I had applied. I smiled, remember how I had felt embarrassed wearing that French Maid costume. That was then, this is now, as the saying goes.

I walked over the night table and opened a drawer. The silk scarves were long, soft and luxurious. Perfect the upcoming evening. Unbreakable. Inescapable.

The buzzer interrupted my thoughts. My guest had arrived . . .

But don't distract Lisa from the story she's on right now!

While it is true cuffs are swing through, that only works if there is nothing in the cuff. What would have happened if one of his victims had said, "Oops, Clumsy Me. I managed to lock the cuffs together."? He would probably be living a productive life now.

There is one more line of defense: If a cuff is already on just ONE wrist, lock the other cuff on the SAME wrist. Now you have a souvenir and/or a key piece of evidence.

At the least, the key would have to be produced or the trick revealed. At any rate, you would have another chance to escape.

Thanks for the input Harold - your description coincides almost exactly with my recollection of the cuffs, even to the manner in which we (sometimes)were able to pick the lock.

Your caution was timely as well. I know some younger people read (and enjoy) this page. As a general rule, never permit anyone to tie you up or particularly handcuff you, if you do not know them well, and that should be reinforced even more if there is a substantial age difference.

We all (readers and writers alike) enjoy or have enjoyed these activities - we wouldn't be here if it wasn't so - but your own safety must be of paramount importance. Suspect the motives of any new acquaintance who attempts to coerce you into a "bondage" situation, particularly if you are on your own. Remember you are always safer in a large group and heed Harold's warning - once a pair of handcuffs have been locked in position you are unlikely to be able to remove them, particularly with your hands behind your back.

Remember - have fun, but safety first at all times!

Richard:

Of course I also enjoy this web site and especially your stories. If I had read your handcuff story a little closer, I wouldn't have come up with as much duplicate information. Mine came new from an ebay auction and the instructions were included so I think the terms I used plunger, jaw, single-lock, and double-lock may be more accurate. I was thinking of the grief Matthew could have avoided by locking the cuffs together and that just expanded to a warning which this community needs from time to time.

Donovan

There was also another incident which occured a few months after the party. Kelly - impressed with the way that I had rendered poor Steve so helpless - wanted me to show her how to perform an effective hogtie (turns out, she wanted to try it on her current b/f). But I don't know if that's the kind of story that would be of interest . . .

So much to read.... so little time....

Still Richard's #1 fan

To set up my story I will first have to give you some background information. I have enjoyed bondage for a long time and have always wanted to try it. Finally I found someone(my girlfriend Michelle) who might consider it but I was too afraid to ask her. One night Michelle and I were at a park just lying down on a blanket looking at the stars. Finally we got to talking. We were, and still are very serious so we wanted to know the truth about one another. She asked me if I had any secrets to tell her and finally I admitted to her my love of bondage. She laughed at me pretty hard, I was begining to become embaressed when she stopped laughing. Luck would have that she had been wanting to try Bondage for a long time but didn't have the guts to ask me. We came to the conclusion that we would try it some time, but to make it more fun she didn't know when or where.

It was an August night when I decided to make my move. The dawn of probablly the best summer of my 18 years. I told her to meet me at a park near my house. It was pretty late and there was little danger of being seen. I parked my car and got out and waited for her. Finally she arrived, she looked great, almost sophisticated. Michelle is about 5ft 3, great body, brown hair and brown eyes. Her eyes can almost speak to you, they are all the much better from behind a gag. She was wearing short tight jean shorts, and a very tight white, three button shirt. The shirt could however be revealing if need be. She walked over to the driver side door of my car and looked in but I wasn't in the car. I had a strip of duct tape already in my hand that way I could put my hand over her mouth and gag her very quickly. I know the duct tape by itself doesn't do much, but i just needed it for a few minutes. I waited to make my move......

BTW I'm Richard #2 Fan

lol

If there is any interest I will share some more of our stories, including the night I tied Michelle and her hot friend Marie up. Thanx

Let's face it; there are going to be posts here which seem annoyingly repetitive, simperingly flattering or plain boring to some people, while others will regard them as wonderful or literary masterpieces.

I try to be adult and tolerant in my attitude to posts which I do not like, with the possible exception of the obvious trolls and blatent rule violations. I try to be tolerant because I expect tolerance from others.

Still Richard's #1 fan, so there! :-P :-)

"I totally disagree with what you are saying, but I will defend to the death your right to say it" - Abraham Lincoln (I think) (I've probably paraphrased the quote a bit too)

Many Thanks
Stan Stimer

Stan

Stan Stimer

To Stan, go ahead and post them!

Just for the record she was 6-7 when these stories happend, she is 8 now.

P.S. These are Just Harmless Fun Games, Nothing Else

Stan.

On one evening I was making supper for her in the kitchen and she was in another room watching an old episode of T.J. Hooker on tv. In this particular episode Stacey was tied up by some bad guys and after I took her supper in and she ate it she asked me if she could be tied up like Stacey.

She was wearing an almost identical dress to what Stacey was in the episode and I wonderd if this was one reason why she wanted to pretend to be Stacey. I said ok then and she went upstairs to her bedroom and returned a few minutes later with an old jump rope and a bandana. She did not use this jump rope anymore as she has a new one.

After taking off the broken handles and cutting the jump rope in half, I first tied her hands behind her back and then tied her legs together. I then had to tie a bandana on her as Stacey had one on and she wanted to pretend to be Stacey.

She then rolled a bit and mmpphhed. I had to go out of the room and had to return a min later as T.J. Hooker to rescue her.

I put on my best William Shatner voice but sounded more like captain kirk than T.J. Hooker and returned to rescue her. I removed the bandana and she acted scared and
said that the bad guy had kidnapped her and then she thanked me for rescuing her.

I untied her legs and then went to untie her hands but before I did I gave her a little tickle on her tummy. She shrieked and screamed with laughter and that is the first time I realised how ticklish she was.

I then untied her hands and she said that she enjoyed the game very much and could she be tied up again some time. I said why not.

I tied her hands up behind her and then I tied her legs up. She wriggled and giggled around on the bed trying to get herself free but could not do so.

She asked me to get the bandanna that I used last time and I tied it. She started mmpphing and wriggling trying to get loose but could not do so all the while laughing under her gag as she seemed to be enjoying being tied up.

I went to open the front door to let the dog out and returned straight back. I could see that after some wriggling about her T-shirt worked its way up a little revealing her tummy.

I decided that I would give her a tickle. As I started moving my fingers about and started smirking her eyes opened wide as she realised what I was going to do. She now started laughing hysterically and squirmed and wriggled as if her life depended on it as my fingers came closer to her tummy.

I discovered in the last game how ticklish she was and I think she knew that she was very ticklish as well. My wiggling fingers finally reached her tummy and she screeched and howled with laughter under her gag as my ticklish fingers wiggled around her tummy.

I them removed her gag and asked her if she was ok and she giggled yes she was all right. I then wanted to see if she was ticklish anywhere else and tickled her on her sides which had the same effect. I tickled her under her armpits, which she reacted the loudest and started kicking her tied up legs about which was possibly the most ticklish area.

As she was kicking her legs about I discovered another area which she was very ticklish, on the soles of her feet.

I decided to stop now as her face was beginning to turn red. I untied her arms and then her legs. She said she would like to keep the jump ropes safe in her bedside draw because she would like to play that tie-up game again sometime as it was fun and she enjoyed it.

One evening when Claire went to call her friend Nicola and they came back to our house to play, they were coloring some books when Claire realised that there was a color missing and then she remebered it was up in her bedroom. She went upstairs to get it and a few minutes later returned with the jump rope she had kept there that from my previous post.

She said let's play a tie up game again. I said oh alright then and she turned around and put her hands behind her back. Her friend was sitting next to her unsure what was happening and smiled. I tied Claire's hands behind her back in my usual hands crossed each over fasion. and then she said tie my legs up to. So I did that. Nicola said have you got any more rope. I said what for. Nicola said I want to join in. I said what you want me to tie you up as well. She said it's ok my big brother Steven has a few times before.

Claire said I know what lets have a competition and see who can escape the first. Give us a prize for whoever manages it. I said ok then.

I had just purchsed a new revolving line system and my old rather rust line posts became redundant. I had taken down the posts and removed the nylon rope that was on it and stored it a draw somewhere. It was a nylon rope rather than a usuall plasic one that is used for a line and I remeberd where I put it and got it. I cut it into two lengths and Nicola turned around and put her hands behind her back and I tied them in my normall hands crossed each over fashion, I then tied up her legs and started watching.

They both rolled around squirming and giggling as well trying to beat each other. After about 10 minutes I started getting bored with this waiting to give the prize out and started to liven it up a little bit. I said if neither of you is untied in 1 minute I will start to tickle you.

They started become hysterical and said no no no no we'll escape please wait. They laughed and squeeled as I started counting down 60, 59 ,58, 57. They turned tossed trying to work some knots loose. 30, 29, 28, 27. The started screaming and squirming faster, 20, 19, 18, 17, They said please please wait wait, 4, 3, 2, 1. My fingers starting wriggling and finally touched their tummies. They howled and screemed. I tickled one with one hand and the other with the other hand. And they kicked and howled but could not do anything about it.

They became a little bit breathless after a little while so I stopped and deciced that they had had enough. I said ok time to play another game and untied them otherwise they would have probably been trying to get loose all night. I asked them if they though that was fun and they said yes but could I tie them little slacker next time so they could escape. I thought hmmm next time eh.

They had some monopoly money from claires game and she had one of those toy safes with a combination lock on the front. They put the monopoly money that was supposed to be their takings for the day for catching baddies inside the safe and told be the combination before the game started.
I was to rob their safe that was in their supposed office. Nicola with her long black hair was preteding to be the Jackylin Smith character and Claire with her long blonde hair was prentnding to be the Cheryl Ladd character. I burst into their office with a wolly hat over my face and said where's the money.

I told them to lie on the floor and I opened the safe. They said ok take what you want but dont hurt us mister. After I stuffed the money in my pocket I had the now infamous jump rope and nylon clothes line rope from the last story and said I am going to tie you up to stop you calling the cops.

I tied their hands behind their backs in my normall hands crossed over fashion but with some slip nots this time. I showed them earlier how to get out of slip nots so that they could escape easily. I tied their legs together and then put some bandanas over their mouths. I then fled outside to count my loot.

After a few minutes they managed to work the slip knots loose as I had shown them and untied their legs and took the bandanas out of their mouths.

It seems that the charlies angles game had ended for them know and they turned into Cagney and Lacey and I heard one of them say right we're gonna bust that burgular.

I had my back turned outside going through the robbed money and they took me by surprise. I now know what was in the plastic bag that Nicola was carrying it was a police officers kit that her little brother Adam had for his birthday. She had sneaked it out of his bedroom and brought it over. It contained a police officer's hat a set of toy hancuffts, a badge and a plastic toy police stick. Nicola was wearing the hat and showd me her badge. Claire was holding the handcuffs and the toy stick.

They grabbed me and said you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. I said uh oh what now. They placed the handcuffs on me behind my back and took my out to the back garden. There was a lockable shed out there that was going to be their jail. It had a bolt on the outside. Something now tells me that they had this planned. I was locked in the shed with my hands still hancuffed and they left me for a while. I said from inside the shed I want a lawyer. They said keep quiet or you will be in there for even longer.

They said the were counting the money to make sure it was all there. You will pleased to know that I was let out soon afterwards from the sh.. I mean jail on parole for having good behavior and de-hancuffed.

Actually there was a knock on the door by a man in a suit and they did not want to answer the door to a stranger themselves. Turned out he was a blooming Jehovas Witness. They said they very much enjoyed the game and also like turning the tables of me this time.

I say my niece but we are more like big brother and little sister. She was 8 in this story and recetly won a national judo title beating some boys on the way so she is quite a tough cookie.

We followed lots of paths in the wood and when you are quite deep in the woods it is quite remote but as someone who has played in that woods when I was a child myself and who regularly takes the dog for a whalk there I know every leaf and twig there so we were in no danger of being lost, we both laughed and had lots of fun there.

We sat down on some logs for a rest and she brought some sandwiches out of her small pink barbie ruck sack that she had around her back. She also brought out the jump ropes and smirked. I said I feel a game coming up here and she giggled. She must have sneaked the jump ropes in earlier. I said ok then what is this game.

She said I am going to run away and you have to capture me and bring me back and tie me up. She took her ruck sack off and put it down near the logs as she said she could run better without it on her. Then she started giggling and ran off.

After a short while I put on my best Dennis Hopper baddie voice and said ok kid im comming to get yah.

Now the way she went I knew she would not get very far as there was a river there and she would not cross it without me there. It was not deep but had quite a fast flowing water and she would have to cross over a tree trunk which is crossing it.

I know she would go a different way when arriving there. It was not long before I heard some movement in some nearby bushes. I said here I come, she tried to run out of the bushes but I caught her and said I'm taking you back to where the ruck said and ropes are and Im gonna tie you up so that you don't escape again.

When whe arrived at the logs I took one piece of jump rope and she put her hands behind her back ready. I tied them in my usual fashion in which her hands are crossed over then tied. I took the other piece of jump rope and tied her legs together.

I now sat down and ate some of my sandwiches and watched her wriggling and struggling on the ground and smiling the same time.

Now I did not know where she learnt it from but after a little while she managed to slip her hands underneath he bum and then slipped her hands past one leg at a time so that her hands were now tied up in front of her. She smirked and as I sat there dumbfounded.

She struggled to her feet and started hopping away.
I chased after my giggling niece who thought she had outsmarted me and I said right I am comming to get you again and Im gonna tie you up so that you cant escape and just for that Im gonna tickle you as well.

She said nooooo no noo nooo and giggled consitently as she
tried to get away. I caught her no probs, Well being as she was still tied hand and foot she had no chance.

I undid both her legs and arms and said I am gonna tie you between two trees so that you cannot escape. She put her arms up touching two trees and I said no not like that, lie down. I took one of her arms and tied it to a nearby tree and then took her other arm and tied itto another trunk the other side.

She tried it but could not escape. I told her I would be
back in a short while as I was desperate to take a leek and went behind some nearby bushes. I now ran out of rope and wondered what I was gonna do about her legs. As I was taking my leek I looked up across to some trees and as luck would have it spied a piece of rope hanging down from one of them.

It was a rope that someone used as a swing. I climbed up to the branch it was on and undid it. There was also a thick branch tied to the other side of the rope that someone could climb or sit on and I untied that as well. With my new piece of rope I went back to my niece who was still tied and then said look what I have found.

She said your going to tie my legs arn't you. I said of course and took one leg and tied it around a nearby tree and the rope was long enough to go around another nearby tree and I tied it to her other leg so now she was tied in a spreadeagle fashion around 4 trees.

She wriggled and struggled for a bit but could not get out of this. I said ok now for the tickle. She screamed ohhh nooooooo and wriggled like mad but in vain. I decided to work upwards and took her pink barbie wellies off (she is barbie mad).

I then started tickling her socked feet and she howled and screeched.

I then tickled behind her knees, a place she seemed to be very ticklish. I then pulled up her sweater a little bit and started tickling her tummy, she was by now screeching and screeming continously. I now started on her underarms with which she screemed like mad and squirmed from side to side as I tickled her underarms.

I decided I was not finished yet so I went back and forth and tickled her underarms and tummy with one hand and tickled her two feet back and forth with the other hand. She was now squirming and struggling all over the place and howling and screeming at the top of her voice.

It was starting to get dark a little now so I said ok it's time to go home. I decided to play one last prank on her before we went home as a payback for the hundreds of pranks she plays on me all the time. I put her pink wellies back on her completely tickled feet and took her ruck sack and put it on her.

I said ok, let's go and starting walking away. She smirked and said very funny. I started walking away and went out out of view hid behind a tree. After a few mins she started becoming quite worried and started struggling trying to free herself.

Another couple of mins passed and she started getting even more worried. She started pulling at the ropes to see if they would come loose but to no avail.

Then I decided to make another appearance and said jokinly oops I new I forgot something and she started laughing, I new you had not gone she said and I said of course you know I would not leave you here.

I untied her and she put the ropes back in her ruck sack. We went home and she said she very much enjoyed playing in the woods. She said she was looking forward to the next time she came to visit as she always has a lot of fun with me. I smirked and said we always do Claire.

please feel free to tell me the HONEST truth I can take it :)

Oh BTW the tv alerts all usa time,just so you know :)

In fact that's a quote from French philosopher Jean Marie Arouet, aka Voltaire.

To be more exact, the quote is "I may disagree with your opinion, but with claws and beaks I will defend your right to express it." (but in French, of course...)

This was said more than 100 years before Aby Lincoln was president, even some 30 years before USA was declared an independent country... you indeed have a long and glorious history...

Btw, if anyone has the May/Jul/Aug/Oct/Nov 2000 archives, could they please send it to me? thanks...

The other tale is the one where Kelly gets me to tie her, just like I did Steve at the Halloween party. Then she ties me up . . very, very effectively!

Any preferences?

Great stories everyone. Keep posting!

P.S. If one of you has saved the college archives before the Tripod clean-up job, I would really appreciate it if you would send them to me, so that I could put them back on the index page. Thanks.

I leave no untieable knot where his fingers can reach.

If he can so much as touch an untieable knot with his fingers, he can eventually, by poking and pulling back and forth on it, loosen the loops and work the ends back through them and that knot is then untied. So, we must make sure he can't do that.

But there ARE knots that his fingers can reach, and those knots are, of necessity, the ones binding his wrists. Any knots binding his wrists, his fingers can touch, and therefore, if they are untieable, he can eventually get his wrists free. And, of course, once he can get his wrists free, he can easily get the rest of himself free by just untying himself with his now free hands.

[I have since learned that this isn’t always true. A recent post told about one girl who rendered her boyfriend helpless by tying only his elbows, and his ankles, in a sitting Buddha position. She left his hands free; but they were absolutely useless, being unable to reach either the knots at his elbows or his ankles. However, it was a painful and dangerous method, especially if she had left him alone that way. After she untied him again, he was unable to stand or move his arms for quite awhile, without her help. Scary! Elbows tied usually leave inadequate circulation.]

So, what we must do is to make the knots binding his wrists un-untieable. If he cannot free his wrists, he is utterly helpless; there will be no way he can then release his other restraints. So then the question is: how do we make his wrist knots un-untieable?

To untie a knot, it is necessary to pull the ends from the knot back through the loops of the knot. That is how you untie a knot. If we fix it so that this cannot be done, we have made the knot un-untieable.

So a knot is made un-untieable by pulling the ends tightly to some other location, and tying them there, so that they cannot be drawn back. For example, if his hands are tied behind his back, we can make them un-untieable by pulling the ends around in front of him and tying the ends in front of his waist, where his fingers can't reach.

Here, then, are the 3 simple steps for binding his wrists securely, yet as comfortably as you wish:

The steps are:

1. Tie his hands;
2. Cinch the bonds;
3. Secure the ends.

The result is guaranteed security and comfort level, controlled by you.

1. Tie: simply tie his hands together, usually behind his back. Be sure to leave ends at least two and a half feet long. It is not critical how you tie them, nor to tie them tightly. But make sure that the knot is between his wrists, not against the flat part of his wrists. Pull the knot quite tight when you tie it.

2. Cinch: From the knot of step 1, wind the ends twice, not around his wrists, but rather around the cords holding his wrists, between his wrists. Pull these ends to adjust his bonds to the tightness you choose. Not too tight, which will cause him pain, marking, cutting off circulation; and not too loose, which gives him the impression that you don't care, and may even allow him to slip out. If it's snug enough that you can't easily put your little finger between the first rope and his wrist, it's probably just about the right tightness. Tie this cinch with a very tight knot. Knots, themselves, should be pulled tight.

3. Secure the ends: Wind the ends from the last knot simply around the knot itself, once, and tie it again. Run the remaining end lengths to another location where his hands and fingers can't get to, pull them tightly , and tie them there.

You're done, now, with getting his hands securely bound. Now finish up with another rope, or the same, if it's still long enough, to secure his body to the location where you want him kept, making sure that those knots are also out of the reach of his hands or fingers.

I can securely tie up a boy, in less than 2 minutes. So can any other girl, who takes the trouble to learn for him, and knows what she’s doing. And by using cute little bow-knots, except for his wrists, I can set him free again, in less than a minute, whenever I choose.

Now be sure to watch over him, and treat him real nice! He is completely under your care.

I would like to hear the end of the story with Steve.

About where you untie him, again. Details and words spoken.

Thanks.

But if you must choose, the tieing up of you would be nice then the babysitter one eventually if you had the time...

I wish I was him tonight.

Please tell us about it tomorrow?

I really appreciate the interest in my two stories! I have only time to write one in the near future, and I would like it to be the one that is wanted the most!

Some more feedback would be appreciated, or feel free to send me an e-mail.

Keri. Just loved your story. We'll have to compare tie-up techniques!

I have the college archives if you want them let me know.

Regards

Stan Stimer
sjstimer@hotmail.com

My email is dimeat3@hotmail.com

Thanks!

I don't really get it. Well, I eventually broke myself out with the wire breaker and tried a tighter hog tie. That wasn't good. I got the wire ties so tight I couldn't really move to get the wire breaker, plus my hands were going numb with the strain against them. After much struggle I broke free. And now I am at this site reading all these interesting stories.

I gotta say that Richard's stories are the best! But, it just seems odd that there is groups that do stuff like that for a living. I know its fun, but it almost seemed like a lifestyle. Richard, I hope you don't take offense to this, but the people in your groups almost sounded like they needed some kinda counseling or something. If there were groups around here doing that there parents would freak! Okay I have to realize that you live in an entirely different country than I do. Although, I have to admit it really seemed fun. I wouldn't mind doing that. Okay now I sound like a hipocrite.

Anyways, I am interested in bondage but I know there is no way in hell I could ask one of my friends to freakin tie me up. How can I go about asking my friends? It would be kinda cool if there was a teenage group around here that did that stuff that Richard's group does, but I highly doubt it. Well, I enjoyed everyone's stories. Keep writing.

http://books.dreambook.com/eharris99/burglars.html

Is this site coming back up or is it down for good? if anyone knows anything please reply

Happy Polling!

Yes, I know it's been awhile since I posted. Some might not even know or remember me.

The last two stories I posted took place during my preteen and early teen years. They involved a girl I knew (I still think her name was Cindy but I don't honestly remember - it's been THAT many years) who was a year or two younger than me.

Well, after a few weeks of racking my brains and trying to revive long dormant memories, I think I can piece together a description of some of my other "tie up" games with Cindy. I will tell you, now, that I will have to "fill in the blanks" a bit in places, but will try and recall as many facts as I can.

As I said in my other stories, Cindy was a cute little girl with what I recall to be a sweet disposition, so long as you didn't say or do anything to upset her. She could be difficult if that happened. Luckily, she and I always seemed to get along fine. Some of my contemporaries, back then, made the mistake of thinking that because she was such a sweetheart that it was okay to torment her. I still recall, with some vividness, how one of the boys made some comment or remark that offended her and the next thing the boy knew (and he was good sized to boot) Cindy had tackled him, wrestled him to the ground and sat astride him, his shoulders pinned to the ground with her legs and his arms likewise pinned down with her hands. She was strong! I point this out only to indicate that she could have easily resisted my attempts to tie her up but chose not to.

The event I am about to describe took place when I was about 12 or 13 and Cindy, about 11 or maybe 12. I recall that I was a year or so older.

Many of our "adventures" took place in a local park, and so it was with this one. I recall that it was late in the afternoon of what I believe was a late spring day. It had been a warm day, warm and muggy as days could be where I grew up.I had been hanging out near a local stream, a place where Cindy and I and a lot of other kids would go exploring or just went spashing about when it got really warm. Many of the others had gone home. I found myself alone on one of the biggest rocks in the middle of the stream. A gentle current ran through the stream bed, and I was absent mindedly tossing broken twigs into the water and watching them swirl away down stream.
"Hey," I heard a familiar voice say and I turned in my sitting position and find a shapely pair of legs standing over me.
"Hey," I replied, kind of half-heartedly, without looking up. I would know those legs anywhere. Cindy was dressed in something that I could best describe as a mix between a white tennis outfit and short shorts. At her age, of course, she was in the process of outgrowing just about everything (as was I) and so this particular outfit was very short, something that didn't go unnoticed. I was 13 after all. She wore tennis sneakers and red socks. Funny, but she reminded me a bit of a TV personality called "Susan spotless," who advocated for picking up litter and keeping the environment clean. She always wore outfits like that.

After a moment, Cindy scooted a little closer and stood right next to me, but said nothing more. I vaguely recall being upset about something that had happened that day but do not remember what it was. I guess what I really wanted more than anything right then was to be left alone, but one of Cindy's other attributes was being able to zone in on people's feelings. She knew me better than anyone else on the planet; her instincts, at that point, probobly told her something was amiss. . As I think I said in my other story, Cindy and her Mother moved away when she was in her early teens and I never did hear what became of her. I hope she became a counselor or a teacher or something like that, because from what I remember of her, she would have made a good one.

AFter a few more moments, she sat down next to me. Now the rock we were on was small and in order to keep from falling off of it and into the water, Cindy had to sit right next to me, eventually resting her head on one shoulder and gently putting her one hand on my other shoulder. It wasn't the first or only time she did something like that. We weren't an "item," but had been close friends for a long time.

"You okay?" she finally asked me. She already knew the answer, but I shook my head in denial. Cindy wasn't fooled. She stood up and again I found myself facing a pair of shapely, bare legs. She extended her hand to me. "Cmon," she said.

I looked up, a questioning expression on my face. She beamed down on me with that infectious grin. "Cmon," she said again, this time reaching down and taking my hand, virtually pulling me to my feet. I told you she was strong.

"What?" I asked.

"Just cmon," she further insisted, still clinging gently to my hand and leading me rock to rock, to the stream bank. Once there, she reached into a carry bag on her bicycle and pulled out a bandana and handed it to me. I just looked at her, even more deeply puzzled. "Blindfold me," she said, once again showing me that sunny grin.

"Blindfold you? What for? Why?"

"Cmon, silly," Cindy said with a giggle, took the bandana back, shaped it and bound it tightly over her eyes, breaking into a series of giggles as she did. "There. Like that."

It was about then that I could feel the hormones begin to kick in. The sight of her standing there in that outfit, blindfolded, had stirred the adolescent blood in me and my heart begin to beat faster. I hated it when that happened.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

She giggled again and put her hands on her hips, striking one of those provocative poses young girls can be so skilled with. I still didn't know what she was doing, or why, but I wasn't sure how I was going to deal with it. She groped forward, hands flailing the air, trying to find me. I backed off a bit, then stopped.

"Cmon," she said.

"Huh?"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for? I-" For a few moments, my own instincts told me to run, but something told me that would be a mistake.

"There's some rope in my saddle bag," she finally said with another healthy giggle. "Tie me up and kidnap me!" She broke into giggle fits.

The little stinker had planned the whole thing, or so it seemed...

TO BE CONTINUED

I have always been interested in bondage, since I was like 5 or so, I guess, but never, EVER told anyone. You know, the whole fear of embarassment thing and all. Well, when I was 15, my first "real" girlfriend surprised me one morning, and I remember every little detail to this day (okay, so it's only been 2 years, but anyway...)

I guess I should first start out by saying that I am deathly ticklish. Sarah (my girlfriend at the time) had found this one out before we even started dating, and used it against me every chance she got. The worst spot has got to be the bottoms of my feet, but I'm just plain ticklish all over.

After we'd been going out for about 3 months, I finally got to spend the night at her house (she lived with her mom, and her mom was out of town for the weekend). We were the type of couple who could lay in bed with each other all night without "trying anything", so we trusted each other pretty well. The worst thing I feared was to wake up with my legs shaved (which she threatened to do several times in the past).

Well, we stayed up watching movies, and when we finally retired we were both bushed. Now, I'm the world's heaviest sleeper, while she's a pretty light sleeper, so you can guess who gets tied up here. I woke up about 7 hours after going to bed with Sarah in my arms, to the sound of her yelling at me to "Rise and shine!" I soon found that I wouldn't be giving any good morning hugs.

Apparently, she had ample time to plan this out and execute it. My wrists were tied back to the head board, together, and pulled TIGHT. My legs were tied together and pulled very tightly the other way, stretching me out pretty good. As soon as I realized what kind of shape I was in, it was all over. She was all over me, attacking my ribs, stomach, armpits, thighs, knees...and I was helpless against her!

It had to be 15 minutes before she gave me a break, and I could barely breathe. She went to the closet and returned with another length of rope, about 8 feet long. My eyes grew wide, and I exasperatedly asked, "What are you doing now!?" Without a word, she prepared me for the worst torture I've ever been through. It's important to note that I couldn't really move an inch in any direction; I was pretty much immobilized, but she took it one step further anyway.

Now, if you've never had your big toes tied together, I must say that it's VERY effective for immobilizing your feet. Sarah did this, and then pulled the rope through the loop in the swirly thing at the top of the headboard on the bed, thus pulling my feet perpendicular to my legs. My feet were completely immobile, and this, I learned, made the tickling a thousand times worse! It's bad enough when all you can do is wiggle your feet around, but when you can't move them at all, your brain turns to mush.

After promising to do anything she wanted me to if she would only please please please stop, I was slowly untied, with teasing tickle attacks here and there, and then taken up on my promise...so I spent the rest of the weekend in a dress (which was the alternative to having my legs shaved). I was also tied up and tickled frequently, though nothing as severe as that morning.

THE END

Thanks for that great one. Hope you have more for us?

Anyways, why argue? I say to everyone to keep posting your stories! That's what we came here for! And to Lisa and Stan Stimer, I'm still eagerly awaiting the rest of yours!

As for the weekend in a dress...it was quite awkward for me, to say the least. The hardest part was sitting down. You just have to be really careful or you end up with a really cold butt. I must admit, though, I did enjoy being tied up and tickled. I wish it happened more often. :)

There was Cindy, dressed in that sexy outfit, blindfolded and stumbling about, trying to find me, giggling like a mad fool.

"What?" I practically shouted. "You want me to do what?"

"Tie me up and take me to your hideout.!" Cindy proclaimed it almost gleefully. She had obviously remembered the other times I had done that and clearly had very much enjoyed it. Well...so had I...

"Cmon," she insisted, "before I take off my blindfold and get away!"

What a hoot. A cute little girl, in a sexy outfit, who was trying to find me so I could tie her up and kidnap her. How unreal was that?

"I guess," I finally said, digging into the carry bag on her bike and pulling out a tangled string of thin, white, cord. I took hold of her arms, pulled them behind her back, crossed her hands and bound her hands tightly, being careful, though, not to hurt her. She shrieked in delight.

I pleaded with her to not make so much noise. Someone was going to think I was hurting her. She tilted her head back, trying to peer beneath the blindfold.

"But you're kidnapping me!" she laughed and I abruptly became conscious that my heart was beating rapidly. After all, I was no longer a 9 or 10 year old kid, as I had been when my little tie up episodes with Cindy had begun. Seeing her blindfolded, hands bound behind her, and dressed the way she was had my emerging hormones raging.

"Cindy," I continued to plead, "Quiet down." She giggled again, then seemed to comply, standing still for the first time. I made sure her hands were tied tightly, then checked her blindfold. It didn't seem to fit real well. "That stinks," I remember saying.

"I do not!" Cindy seemed momentarily offended, then laughed again.

"Not you. The blindfold!" I removed it and began to shape it again. Cindy turned and beamed at me with that infamous grin. Her eyes sparkled. She was really enjoying herself. I blindfolded her again, Cindy holding very still to be sure the job was done right. I double knotted the blindfold behind her head, then gently took hold of her bound arms. "Cmon," I said.

Cindy tilted her head back. "Wow," she said, then gave out with that giggle again, "I can't see."

"Good," I said. My heart was pounding so furiously, I was sure she could hear it, and I felt myself begin to sweat. When she let out with another shriek of delight, I felt sure I would hyperventilate any moment.

I steered her up the hill, away from the creek, towards a row of tall pines, all the time looking about. What would this look like to someone who didn't know Cindy was enjoying herself: A blindfolded little girl with her hands tied behind her back. What next? Did I tie my captive to a tree? I balked at that. Tree bark could be rough and her wearing no more than she was, her bare arms and legs would be sure to get scraped. Sure, I was enjoying myself (and so was Cindy - the little booger!) but I would die, perhaps literally, before I would ever hurt her in any way or let anyone else harm her. Little did I know, right then, that that very thing would become an issue in short order....

TO BE CONTINUED

1. What's the deal with the Bound by robber/burglar site?

2. Does Captivepenny have anything let as far as a site or any recent postings?

First, a quick little introduction of myself. I'm 21 years old, long blonde hair, blue eyes, thin, and about 5'7" (somewhere around 5'7"; haven't been measured in a while, though.) Oh! By the way, my name's not Garnet. :) Big RPG players will recognize where the name comes from. Oh! And Terra isn't my name, either. There's a long story behind my e-mail address.

Anyway, enough about me, let's get to the story!

I was about 15 at the time. I enjoyed swimming a lot, but don't really do it now as much as I used to. Anyways, my Aunt Carol drove me out to my friend Jason's house. Now, Jason was a lot taller than I was. I was about 5'4" at the time; he was about 6'. He amazed me. When we were 7, I was 2" taller than him, and he was 6' now. Currently, he's 6'4" by the way.

Jason had a nice big pool that I loved to swim around in. He had it for about 2 years now, and I liked to go over once a week and swim around.

So, I was all ready; clad in a nice pink one-piece bathing suit. Jason greeted me out in the yard and we talked a little bit before I went up to the pool, kicked my slippers off and jumped in. Normally, he would swim around with me, but he didn't do so this time.

I thought nothing of it and swam around for a good 15 minutes. When I got out, there was still no sign of Jason. I was getting a little worried that maybe he got sick or something.

I went down the ladder and headed into his house...

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...and once I got inside...still nothing.

Now, the back door led me into the kitchen. I figured he would have at least been there, but he wasn't. I figured he was playing some kind of game on his Super Nintendo or something. I went upstairs to his room and knocked lightly on the closed door. No answer, no sound. I looked down the hall and the bathroom door was open. Apparently, he wasn't there either. What now? Carol wasn't coming to pick me up for another 2 hours, and I was super-duper bored!

I slowly opened the door to his room and found that the TV was on. The volume was turned down; can't remember what was on, either.

As I walked into the room, he jumped out from behind the door, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I let out one quick high-pitched scream because I didn't know it was him at first. After I realized, I asked him what he was doing. I mean, we were friends, but we weren't in any kind of relationship.

I tried to pull his arms off, but the more and more I pulled, the tighter and tighter he held on. Finally, I gave up.

"Okay, Jason, what's this all about?" I asked him.

He hesitated and then finally asked me, "Sarah, have you ever been tied up?"

I was mortified. I never thought him to ask me a question like that. I had my bondage experiences before, but never with Jason. I knew he didn't know about them, though. To try and evade him, I answered, "No."

"Would you like to be?" He asked. His grip was looser now. His hands were a little cold and shaky. He was actually nervous.

I let out a sigh. "All right, but you have to promise to let me go when I tell you to."

He didn't answer me. I thought nothing of it at the time. He went over to a box that contained a lot of rope. The likes of which I had never seen before.

He told me to lay on his bed on my back. So, playing along, I did so.

He got on the bed and leaned over me and spread my arms out above my head. I knew all too well what was coming...

*TO BE CONTINUED*

*With some encouragement, I'll keep posting frequently. I need to know that people actually wanna read my story. ;)

Thought for Today :
~If tomorrow never comes, what happens to yesterday?

With Love,
~Princess Garnet (Sarah)

Most people read (lurkers) but never post so i'm sure plenty of people read it.

Go rpgs btw, garnet (from ff9) and terra (ff6) ;)

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He pulled out some coils of black rope and slowly tied each of my wrists to the bedposts. I could tell he was enjoying this way too much. I was finally drying off a little by now, though. He moved down to my legs and spread my ankles apart, then slowly tied to the the footposts. I was successfully spreadeagled, once it was all finished.

I wiggled around slowly at first, then I started concentrating on my ankles once he got off of the bed. I was kicking and kicking, but to no avail. I stopped for a second, about 5 minutes later, and looked over at Jason. He had this grin on his face that I will never forget. You'll understand after I tell some more of my stories.

He kneeled down next to the bed and started tickling my left foot. I struggled and screamed with insane laughter and quick speed. I pleaded with him in-between my laughing fits.

"J-jason...hehehehehehehehe...p-please...hehahahahehe..s..hehehe...stop!!!"

He kept right on going for a good 5 minutes, which seemed like an HOUR!!!

Once he was finished, he looked me in the eye and said, "You're very loud, you know that?"

"I can be loud when I want to be."

"We'll have to do something about that, now, won't we?"

Now, ANYBODY could have told what was next. He pulled, to my surprise, a red ball gag out of his little tool box.

Seeing this, I stared at him and said, "No, Jason! You're not using that on me! Let me go now!"

He began walking quickly towards me.

"Jason! I told you to let me go! Do you understand? Let me---mmmmmmmppppfhhhh?!?!?!?!"

He waited until I was mid-way through my screaming before he shoved the ball into my mouth. He buckled it tightly behind my head, and I just laid there for a moment.

I was too scared now to be angry. I didn't know what was going on. His parents wouldn't be back for 2 hours as they were out shopping, and Carol wouldn't be back for 40 minutes! There's so much that can be done in 40 minutes.

I remember looking at the clock on the wall. 2:20pm. This was not the way I was expecting to spend my Saturday afternoon.

I looked at him with a helpless pleading look on my face.

"Mmmm-mmmm-mmm-mmmmmpfh? Er-mer-eh-empfh?"

He smiled at me.

"You seem confused. Why, I'm kidnapping you, Sarah."

Was he joking? He had to be joking. Was this some kind of dream? What is this?

Little did I know then that the nightmare was just beginning...the 40 longest minutes of my life...and I? I was totally helpless...

*TO BE CONTINUED*

With Love,
~Princess Garnet

BTW To the new people who post stories,dont wait for "comments" so many people lurkand enjoy ALL the stories,but very raely comment.So kep on posting,because people do enjoy what you write evan if they dont speak up :)

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I began to struggle and scream through my gag, but the only thing I accomplished is producing a little bit a drool through the ballgag.

He left the room and didn't come back for a good 10 minutes. I was thankful for that. That was ten more minutes that I didn't have him in here. I wondered what he was going to do. It was much to long for him to go to the bathroom. He came back in with a bottle of sun block lotion. I gave him a confused look. Why would he have sun block?

He came over to me and said, "When you're out in the sun so long, you know, you should have some of this on."

He popped the cap open and put some in his hands. I stopped struggling by now, half realizing that it wasn't doing me any good, and half afraid of what he might do to me if I happened to get free.

He rubbed the lotion all over my legs and my arms. It wasn't all that bad, but I really could have done without it. That wasn't the worst part, though. I now realized what took him so long.

He carried with him a bucket of water. No problem, right? Well, it was ICE COLD water, with little pieces of crushed ice in them. I never thought he would get his bed all wet, but for me, I guess he would make an exception.

"Now that you're all protected," he said, "you can swim."

With those words, he dumped the water all over me, and I let out one of the loudest muffled screams you ever heard. I kicked my legs in a frantic motion, mmpfhing through my gag, trying to get him to stop torturing me like this.

But it was far from over. He left the room again for another 5 minutes or so. I looked at the clock. 2:40. Excellent! I would soon be out of there!

He came into the room and produced a hair drier and plugged it in and began to dry me off. That wasn't the whole idea, however. The whole idea was to, without warning, blast the air on high and put it near my face.

He said, "Only one more thing to do, my little captive. We have to write a ransom note, of course." He smiled at me.

Ha! What would he do with a ransom note? I was in HIS house! Maybe he knew something I didn't?

*TO BE CONTINUED* [Only one more part!]

**I know it's a short story. I have much longer ones, unless you would rather hear the short ones. It's your call!

With Love,
~Princess Garnet

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He pulled out a pad and pen and started writing, using me as a backboard to lean on. He was writing and erasing quite a bit.

Then he showed me the message, which turned out not to be a ransom note at all.

Sarah,
I didn't want to be rough on you, this being your first time and all. [Remember that it wasn't!] I'm going to be letting you go now and I hope you'll play with me again.
-Jason

So, after reading the note, he finally let me go, and we promised never to tell my Aunt Carol about the events of that day.

*THE END*

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What story would you like to hear next? Here's a brief description of 5 of my many stories! First person to E-Mail me or post their request will get it!

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Story A - Gimme a Gag - AGE 16, an error made while I was in the cheerleading squad may cost me more than I could have imagined. Clothing : Cheerleading Outfit ; Length : Moderate

Story B - Sailor Scouts - AGE 13, I've always loved my many costumes! With the money I have (I don't mean to brag) I bought a lot when I was young and then as I got older, I got newer ones made while I got taller. This story is about me and my friend Jenna. A role playing adventure turns bad when my boyfriend decides he wants to capture the sailor scouts. Clothing : Sailor Venus outfit, Sailor Jupiter Outfit. (I still have all of my outfits in my stories, and I got them remade to fit me now. Hard to believe, I know.)

Story C - Princess Garnet : The Legend - AGE 16, Yes, I had a Garnet outfit, too. I still have this one, too. I just had it remade for my height a week ago and had some adventures since then, as well. A hole in a role playing plot causes Queen Brahne's Zorn and Thorn (my sister Julie, and my friend Jason) to kidnap the Princess. Clothing : Garnet's Field Outfit

Story D - Babysitting Isn't That Easy - AGE 15, A story of being "kidnapped" by two little 10 year old boys. Clothing : Red tank top, blue jeans, white ankle socks, white/blue sneakers. ( Yes, I have a good memory. :) )

Story E - Going Into The Closet - AGE 14, A story of when my cousin Martin tied me up in the bathroom closet. Clothing : White bra, white panties, white knee socks (bed clothes)

So, that's it! You make the call! See you all soon!

With Love,
Princess Garnet

Story A - Moderate
Story B - Moderate
Story C - Long
Story D - Short
Story E - Short

I want to hear all of them but those are the ones I would pick first.

That's my opinion.

With Love,
Princess Garnet

I wished I had these types of games around here but I don't so I can only dream...

btw did you get your name Garnet because your name is Sarah and Garnet's real name is Sarah? :P

I have returned from my broken modem. Buggering thing that is. Just a bit of news about me and Becky, We have our wedding date of 15 June this year. Looking forward to that.
also ben and Hayley are still going good but no signs of engagement there.

To my surprise, I come back to this site to see a Final Fantasy character is telling stories. As I am a HUGE fan of FF (espically FF9) I would love to hear all the stories from you Garnet, I loved your last one.

I have been told by my wife-to-be not to tell anymore stories, but I may tell the one about me and ben handcuffed for three days on house coloumns. But we will see.

Keep the stories coming and also I saw a message from the Armadillo boy about the burglars site and see that it is down. Sorry don't know whats up with that. Speak to you all soon.

Could you please tell us anything at all about last Saturday night?

Thanks

I'd like to begin by saying that I really enjoy this site (thanks Canuck). It was one of the very first sites of this nature that I discovered when I first got online back in 98, and I've been a regular visitor ever since.
I don't have many stories, but I'd like to share at least one of the experiences that I did had back when I was a kid (some but not all of the names have been changed).

To set the scene a little bit, in the late 70's I lived in a house in a suburban subdivision in the Midwest on a cul-de-sac. My house was built into a hillside overlooking a field on one side, and behind our house was a patch of woods with a shallow creek running through it. My house had a finished basement with bedroom and a separate bathroom that my older sister had commandeered when my family first moved to the neighborhood. You could enter the basement in the back through a sliding glass door. When my sister moved out, I was allowed to take it over.

Across the street from my home, lived a family with 6 kids. Their father was a police officer, and their mom cleaned houses in the neighborhood to help make ends meet. Two of them were considerably older than I was, so we didn't hang out much. The others were approximately my age (one older/the others younger). Linda was 10 years old, and Suzy was 8. They had two older brothers that were 11 (Bobby) and 12 (Paul) at the time (I was 11 then).

I used to go over to their house frequently to watch TV (usually the Dukes of Hazzard). If we got bored, we'd all go up to one of the bedrooms or down to their basement and eventually one of us would end up getting tied. It originally started with Bobby and Paul, but eventually the two girls would join the fun. I was the best tier of our little group at the time, and the girls weren't very good at it (yet). The problem with playing at their house was that their dad didn't really approve of our games, and we'd always have to stop before we wanted to when he was home (he worked irregular hours, and he was kind of cranky when he was off duty). The following story is one of the times we were able to play at my place.

It was a unseasonably warm, sunny Indian summer day. I was a latchkey kid, and had just gotten home from school. I was alone and bored (my Mom was divorced and often worked until the early evening). I didn't have any homework, and there wasn't anything good on TV. I went across the street to see if anyone wanted to throw a baseball or football around. When I got there, I found out that their mom had already taken Paul and Bobby clothes shopping, and Suzy was off at somebody else's house. Her Mom had left Linda under the not too watchful eyes of her much older brother and sister.

The last time we had played a TUG, I had gotten Linda (she was a bit of a tomboy) pretty good (her older brothers had apparently sat on her legs and took turns savagely tickling her tied feet while I was downstairs getting something to drink). We also had left her alone for a short time, and made her beg to be untied before we finally let her go. She was anxious for some revenge (since I was the one who had tied her), and I remember it was she who decided she wanted to play a game. I agreed to play, and I suggested we go over to my place where we wouldn't be disturbed (and also where I kept my supplies). Since she wasn't very good at it, I figured even if she tied me first I'd get loose pretty quick, and return the favor. I had missed out on the tickling, and I wanted a chance to work over her bare feet without any interruptions. She told me she'd be over in ten minutes or so, and I went home to get ready.

I was already downstairs in the basement when I heard the knock at the sliding door, and I walked down the hall and through the den to let her in. She was of average height for her age with a short mop of dark red hair and tanned skin from being outdoors all the time.
That day, she was wearing a dark blue T-shirt, bright blue pants, thin violet socks, and well-worn blue tennis shoes. When we got to the door of the bedroom that we'd be playing in, I extended my arm and blocked her path into the room.

"House rule, nobody goes in there with shoes on" (I lied). "Uh-huh…whatever" she said as she flashed a knowing half smile (I always made sure my captives were barefoot when I tied them up).
She shed her shoes with her feet, and then stooped to pick them up and ducked under my arm to enter the room. The materials were already laid out (two very long pieces of thickish soft cotton clothesline, two shorter lengths of thinner white braided rope, and two small lengths of thin tan cord. She let her shoes drop to the floor in the corner, as she entered the small room.

She sat down Indian style on the single bed that was in the corner across from the TV set, and picked up one of the long pieces of clothesline.

"Wait a minute. I never said that you got to tie me up first" I said. We argued for while, then we finally agreed to a coin flip. I won the toss, and elected that she receive the first tie. She agreed, but she also told me that she only wanted me to use the shorter pieces of white rope, and that I wasn't allowed to hogtie her (she'd learned her lesson from a previous episode with one of her older brothers).

"Socks", I said. "Why do I always have to be barefoot when you tie me up?" she asked.

I could feel a blush warm my face as I said "Because, it makes it harder to get your ankles untied, and because I said so".

"Well I think it's because you like to look at girls' feet". She shot back as she shed the offending foot coverings. "It is not", (what a wordsmith), "it's my house".

I had her cross her hands behind her back, and I had them tied as tightly as I could without hurting her in short order. I had her cross her ankles, and soon they were just as secure. I had originally planned to hogtie her, but I reluctantly agreed to her conditions, and I decided not to push it. I hadn't said anything about not tickling her, though.

I gave her 10 minutes to try to get loose…she rolled around on the bed her fingers wildly searching for the wrist knot. After she figured out she wasn't going to be able to get her hands loose in time, she turned her attentions to her tightly bound feet. I had placed the knot on her ankle tie on the front of her ankles, and she could just barely touch it, but she wasn't making much progress in getting it undone.

When the time was expired, she was laying face down on my bed with her feet up in the air behind her (just picture a hogtie w/o the connecting cord). I saw my opportunity, and pounced. Using my body weight on the back of her legs, I gave her feet a thorough tickling while she bucked, twisted, and laughed while telling me how mean I was, that God was going to get me for doing this, and begging me to stop. When it seemed like she was getting mad for real, I relented and immediately untied her.

"My turn, put your hands behind your back", she said. She had me lay down on the carpeted floor in front of the TV set.

I started to sense that something was different, because she was using a technique she had never used before (it was her brother Paul's). Oops I thought to myself, she's been practicing.

She had placed the midpoint of the rope behind my crossed wrists and was now wrapping it around, and pulling it tight and making half of a square knot, then wrapping it around again and doing the same thing. After 5 or six passes, she pulled it as tight as she could and made a tight square knot just above my right wrist. There was still approximately two feet of rope left on both ends extending from the knot. I already knew I was in trouble, and I knew what was coming next (it's a technique that's similar to one that was posted on this board not long ago). She helped me to my feet, and took the two ends and threaded them through the loops on my blue jeans in opposite directions, and pulled them as tight as she could before tying them off in front with a double square knot. Not only were my wrists securely tied, but they also were tightly connected to my waist, and there was no way I could reach the knot in front or anything else for that matter. I was pretty much dead in the water already. And she knew it, too.

Linda had me sit down on the bed, and she then knelt in front of me and removed my socks while thanking me for the tying tip regarding ropes being more secure against bare skin. She crossed my ankles, and tied them just as tightly using the other long piece of clothesline. She then wondered aloud if she should hogtie me, but in her first merciful act she decided against it. There was a price to be paid, of course.

She then helped me off the bed onto the floor. I lay on my side because I didn't want to lie on my stomach in case she changed her mind and decided to hogtie me (not that I could have done much to stop her by then, but it seemed like the thing to do at the time).

"Do you like my feet"? She asked.

"No I don't" I barked as my face warmed again. "Well I think you like them" came her reply.

"If you don't like my feet, then why is your face turning red when I talk about them", she laughed.

"Because I'm tied up!", (great comeback I know, what else was I going to say?).

"Roll on your stomach", she said. "No, you'll hogtie me." I replied.

"No, I won't but I'm not letting you go until you do what I say", she said.

After I did as I was told, she went over and picked up her socks dropping them to the floor in front of/under my face. "Do my socks smell good?" she asked as she sat on the back of my legs to begin her own tickle assault on my tied feet. Luckily for me, I'm not very ticklish and she soon lost interest.

She went back around to my face, and wiped one of her socks across both of my cheeks, then pressed the bottom part over my nose and laughed. "Do what I say, or I'll put these in your mouth".

"Ewww… anything but that" (as much as I like feet, it was not a very appealing thought), I said.

"Okay, since you've decided that you hate my feet so much I'm going to sit here while you smell them for 5 minutes, and that'll be your punishment for always tying me up and tickling me".

The next five minutes of my life saw me helplessly tied up on the floor of my own room with a bratty, vengeful ten-year-old girl rubbing her bare feet in my face. She sarcastically taunted me the whole time, too. "Do my feet smell good?" "Want me to stop? Then make me". You get the idea.

When the time was (finally) up, she told me she'd be right back and she then left the room (to go upstairs to my kitchen I was soon to find out). Finally alone and unguarded, I began to frantically struggle again, but it was no use at all. I was stuck. I had never been so totally and completely helpless in my life, and my head was swimming.

When Linda finally got back, I saw that she had a pair of scissors and a small sharp knife with her. She picked up her shoes, and sat back down on the bed.

"Wait a minute, where do you think your going? What are those for? You're not going to leave me here like this are you"? "Lemme GO!!" I yelled as I fitfully writhed in my ropes.

"Don't you yell at me, I'm not the one who's tied up", she said. If you don't shut up, I'll hogtie you and leave you for your Mom to find".

After I had calmed down some, she said "Don't worry, I'll call to check on you later before your Mom gets home". "I'm going to put these (as she held up the knife and scissors) out in the den so that you'll be able to cut yourself loose when I'm gone". It won't be that hard (easy for her to say) to get loose with these. The hard part for you is that I'm going to hide them in the den, and you'll have to find them yourself. I'll even be nice and put them somewhere where you can get to them from the floor."

I then had to give each of that little tomboy brat's bare feet a kiss to thank her for so thoughtfully providing me with a way to get loose before she put her sneakers back on. Her socks, however, were still lying near me on the floor.

As she got up to leave, "Wait, what about your socks" (I was still trying to stop her from leaving to the bitter end)?

"You can keep 'em, don't say I never gave you anything" she laughed.

And with that she waved goodbye, turned out the overhead light, and closed the door behind her.

It was then that I began the slow journey towards the den and eventual freedom.

If she had shut the door when she left, how were you able to get out of the room to get to the den?

A while back, i posted one of my stories. Its called "Surprise Party" I think everyone was on the "Lisa Craze" when i posted it, so i got no feed back. I have some more stories (college and stuff) and i just want to know if anyone would like to read another of mine. Please give me some feed back. Thanks!
-J

To answer your question, while there are a couple of other minor episodes that arguably could be worth writing about, they weren't anywhere close to the intensity of this one (they pretty much only amount to general "snapshots" in my mind now, I recall the majority of them were "boy-boy", and IMHO they really aren't worth writing about right now.

Unfortunately for me, I wasn't lucky enough have a childhood like Doug(if you ever read this I hope you post here again soon) or PH (another of my favorites), where the episodes happened quite frequently over multiple years.
The period of my childhood in which I was able to experience TUG's was way too brief for my liking.

As a matter of fact, I hit quite a dry spell when I got a bit older. Unfortunately, the frequency of my experiences didn't pick up again until I was well into college.

To Burglar:

I was tied with my hands behind my back, they were connected to my waist and my ankles were tied (I was not hogtied).

Although my struggling hadn't gotten me anywhere close to free, I was at least able to eventually get my ankles uncrossed (although they were still very tied). I already wasn't far from the door, and I simply rolled over to it.

After some maneuvering, I was able to get on my back with my legs extending upwards toward the door knob (she had closed it, she hadn't locked it). It took some time, but I was finally able to get it open using the toes and the bottoms of my bare feet.

Just for the record, I don't really mind that you have any specific questions about what happened, but (if I'm dead wrong here I sincerely apologize) what I'm perceiving to be the underlying tone to your question also reminds me of one of the reasons why it took me almost four years to get up the nerve post here for the first time.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading it.

First I tie my ankles together and then above and below my knees. Then I tie a rope to the rope around my ankles, pull it through my thighs (I'd be in a crouching position) and then tie it around my waist and under my crotch. Then I'd stick a handkerchief into my mouth and tie another one around my head to secure it.

It's tying my wrists together that really bothers me. It pretty much impossible to actually tie them together and of course, I have to have them so that I can get out of them again so I can untie myself. I usually have to just have a rope tied so that I can easily fit my hands through and twist my hands aroun a few times to get it tight. To make myself feel truly bound I have to ingore the fact that I can easily get out.

I have no idea what underlying tone you were thinking about in me, but believe me, there was none.

It's just that I love the clean G/B stories so much (the only kind I have the slightest interest in), I want to savor every detail.

For example, you mention she hadn't locked the door. I guess that means it was lockable, and she could have done so?

Was wearing something feminine, like a dress, like girls used to wear in my day?

***

My Revenge

My girlfriend, Sarah, had tied me and my best friend up very well. It had been my first bondage experience with my friends, and neither of us new than any other of us had a bondage fetish. Now, in case you didn't read my first story, you will note, that I was 13 at the time (14 now) and I have an extreme fetish for goose down jackets. Unfortunatly, my friends didn't share that same passion. I also have a fetish of spiking my hair. I have no idea why, I just like it that way while being tied up.

***

Like my first story, this occured during Christmas break, and according to my diary, exactly one week from my first.

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Last Saturday, had been a great day. But one week later, I would get revenge on my girlfriend. On that Saturday, I woke up, went to the bathroom, dashed downstairs, and gobbled up some Trix cereal. I was in a a ruch, I had planned this day for me and Sarah. Little did she know what she was in for. And lucky for me, I was the first up. After writing a note, telling my parents I'd be at Sarah's, I slipped on a white t-shirt, and some jeans. I threw some gel on my brown and blond (highlights) hair, and dashed downstairs. I slipped on some socks and sneakers, and zipped my down jacket up.

***

Shoot, I have to go guys, my Mom just walked in, and I don't want her to catch me. I'll continue this later. Bye!

"Hey." She said. She was all dressed up, even at 10:00 in the morning. She, too, wore jeans. She also wore a white sports bra. God, she lookeed sexy.

"Hey." I replied, staring at her fine body. I couldn't wait to tie her up.

"Come on in." She said.

"Are your parents home?" I asked.

"No, they went out for cofee, but the, uh, brat is." The brat referred to her little 10 year olf brother, Jack. She hated him, but I thought he was pretty cool.

"Oh, that's okay." I replied. I could still do my plan.

"So sweetie, whatta ya want to do?"

"Let's go up to your room." I said, takeing off my down jacket, and hanging it on the hanger.

"Okay." She said, already running up the stairs. I chased after her.

Iwas almost epxecting to see ropes and gags on her bed when she opened the door, but it was clean.

"So, now what?" She said, smiling. It was almost as if she knew what I was going to do. Then it hit me. The rope-cords were in my goose down jacket.

"Shoot! I'll be right back." I informed her.

"Oh, alright."

I flew down the stairs, dashed to the coat hanger, and unzipped the insed pocket, my skin rubbing againt the nylon. The slipppery sound sent chills down my spine. Retrieving the ropes, I quickly zipped the pocket back up, and turned around, only to scream.

"What are those for?" It was Sarah, she had followed me down.

"Let's go back up to your room and see." I replied in a sexy voice.

She proceded in putting her hands in the air, as if to surrender, and walked back up to her room, me following closely behind her. Might I add, I was checking out her cute little butt, on the way up.

"Now what, you-you jerk." She said in character.

"Place your hands behind your back, and no one gets hurt." I said in character. With my 5 pieces of rope, I took the smallest one, and wrapped it around her wrists 2 times, the seccured it with a knot.

"Argh. I can't get out of it." She whimpered.

"Shutup. Or I'll gag you." I proceded in taking the next smallest strand of rope. "Extend you legs!" I ordered. In doing so, I wrapped the rope around her ankles twice, and finished with a similar knot. With the next biggest rope, and tied tightly around her upper legs, abouve her knees. Making it around twice again, this knot was almost inbreakable. With the two largest strands left, I took the lragest one, and tied around her chest, back behind her arms, and to the front again, twice. With her ankles, uppper knees, wrists, and arms and chest tied together, I one last strand of rope. And I had an idea. Most of you are thinking, "hog tie her" but I don't find hog ties attractive. I picked her up, and sat her sexy body against the bed post. Like the largest strand, whch went around her chest, securing her upper arms to her sides, this went all the back, and around the bedpost once, securing her there.

"Lemme go!" She yelled. Gag time, I thought to myself. Opening her sock drawer, I found a green bandanna, and fastened it tightly around her head, and in her mouth. Now, she was bound, and neatly gagged. She was in my hands.

She was sexy, and all tied up. You don't understand this feeling.I touched her arm and starting rubbing it, then, I started tickling it. She started squirming, and, "mmmmphing" but to no success she arrived.

"Okay, okay. Enough with my tickling." I said.

"Mmmmmmmmppphhhh!" She yelled.

"You don't want me to stop tickling you?" I joked.

"Mmmmmmmmphhhh!"

"Okay, okay. I'll keep tickling you." I said. I approached her, but with her to legs tied together, she swung them at me. It didn't work though.

"A little energetic today, huh?" I replied.

"Mmmmph!"

I knew just the thing. I quickly left the room, shutting the door behind me, and ran downstairs to retrieve me jacket. I slipped it on, and zipped it up. Then ran back up stairs.

"Mmmmph!" She yelled. I coudln't wait, my two feitches, bondage, and goose down jackets, were so close to a combination. A sexy girl, all tied up and gagged, and me, standing in front of her, with my puffy jacket on. Could things get any better? Yes!

"Mmmmmph!" She started motioning to the closet, with her head." I opened it, and there, in the corner, was a black and red, North Face, goose down sleeping bag. And the zipper went all the way around, for fulll enclosure. With a grin, I untied the rope securing her to the bedpost. And carefully, I set her into the unzipped bag. After she was carefully place, I zipped all the way up, leaving a little room for breathing space. With the two strings on the side, I tightened it, leaving no air down by her lower torso.

After rubbing the sleeping bag, ang amd sitting on her. I let her free of the bag, anf the four ropes confining.

She said she enjoyed it, and would some day get more revenge.

I left soon after, as pleased as ever. And this was only the beginning of my bondage journey.

Dave
Daveman630@aol.com

I got in the trunk and she closed and locked the trunk shut! I was turned on and shocked at the same time. I as laying on my stomach with my hands cuffed and no way to get out. I heard a noise and in the back seat Justine pulled away a litte part of the seat on the back which had a narrow opening to the trunk about a foot high and 6 inches wide, impossible to escape. She then said "dont go anywhere" and laughed. It was not that bad of ride and the car stopped. Justine honked the horn and I heard the car door close as her friend was in the car.
I heard some whispering and then laughter as her friend saw me in the trunk from the back seat and she climbed back there. The mall was about 15 minutes away. Her friend then said "So I hear you like girls feet?" I didnt answer and then she stuck her two feet between the open space onto my face and told me if I did anything to them I'd pay the price. They smelled really good and it was a real enjoying experience. Justine let me out when we got to the mall.

Btw I cant say enough about posting your own stories evan if nobody comments on them,why? Case in point my "editions" Hvae had quite a few "lookers/lurkers :) my little hit counter proves that, (800+ in 2 weeks):) But I have had very little feed back,my point just post a lot of people will read your stuff :) and like it :)

Go for it,don't be shy :)

With Love,
Princess Garnet

There was one time I remember really well when I was simply sitting on my bed reading a boo when I heard the door creak open behind me. Asn I started to turn around, Ken clamped a hand over my mouth and half dragged me over to my desk hair. There he tied my wrists together behind the chair and my ankles to the legs. Then he tied a long rope around and around my waist and lap so that I couldn't move at all. To top it off, he stuffed a handerkief into my mouth and tied another around my mouth.

He told me our parents were going out so that I could yell muffled screams all I wanted but no one would hear. At this point I decided to just sit back and let him have his fun. He rolled my chair to Sarah's room.

Sarah was lying on her stomach hog-tied and gagged. She glared up at Ken with whatever dignity she had left and said something like "you'll pay for this" from behind her gag. Ke obviously had had fun tying Sarah up. Not only was her wrists and ankles tied together behind her back but her elbows and knees were tied up too.

Well for the next hour or so, Ken had fun tickling us and just watching us trying to get loose. After that, he untied us knowing that our parents were due back at any moment. As I started to push my chair back to my room, Sarah followed me and told me that we would get back at him real soon. And we sure did.