I woke up with a huge headache and it was pitch black. The problem was that when went to feel my head I realized that I couldn't move my arms. I then tried to stand up, but I couldn't move my feet either. It finally came to me that the others probably had tied me up in my sleep. I then yelled, "Ok, you got me, turn on the lights!" But all I heard was, "MMMmmmmppphhhhh!" It was then that i realized that i had some sort of ball in my mouth (a ballgag to be exact). I started to scream for someone to come and I started to wiggle around. While doing this I also found out that I wasn't on the ground and judging by what I was bumping into, I wasn't the only one tied up either. After a few minutes, the others began to wake up and started to go through the same things I had done. Soon enough all four of us were wiggling and moaning as loud as we could. When this happened some people came near us and someone reached up to my head and pulled a bandana away from my eyes as well as the others' eyes. When my eyes adjusted to the light I saw four, upside-down girls laughing their heads off. It was Julie, Gail, Christan, and Sarah. Julie walked over to me after calming herself down a bit and said to me, "Baby, don't worry. If you could see yourself, you'd be laughing just as hard." At this all four of them left and came back carrying a large and tall mirror big enough for all of us to see our whole bodies. I couldn't believe it. All four of us were hanging by our ankles (that were somehow hanging by one of the ceiling beams) and we were all back to back. Another scary thing is what we were wearing. I had on green tights that were so tight that it looked like my skin. They went all the way up and covered my Speedo which was still able to be seen through the tight fabric. Mike was in the same ordeal I was except his tights were blue. Both Kyle and Matt had on very tight leather pants. All four of us also were bound in individual straight jackets (which is why we couldn't move our arms). They told us that we looked hilarious and that it wasn't over yet. All four of them put one of the couches underneath us and went over to a rope that was tied on to something. One of them untied it and they all held onto it and let us down slowly by giving it more and more slack bit by bit. We were slowly laid on the couch and each of them ran over with little ropes and untied our ankles from each other and retied our ankles individually and then tied us all together at the ankles and the thighs. With great effort they lifted us onto our feet so that we were standing and told us not to move or we would fall and hurt ourselves. We all realized this and tried as hard as we could not to move. They then took out a ton of gauzes and medical wraps used for broken body parts and began to mummify all of us together they went all the way up and even covered our heads and faces (with the exception of an opening for our noses. It was unbelievable how immobile we were. They pushed us onto a foldable king size cots and folded it and locked it at the top so that it was vertical and only our feet and heads were sticking out at the ends. We (somehow) found sleep that night, but woke to a start as the had opened the cot and dumped a bucket of water on us. We were unmumified and un-straight-jacketed (but they tied our hands back up right away individually. Leashes were put around our necks and a leash was attached. For the rest of the week that we would be staying we were their slaves. Bondage happened a few more times that week which consisted of a few individual mumifications and two nights were we were once again tied up back to back, but then put in a thin but long cage (I thought that this was the only overdone thing. It hurt becasue there was hardly enough room for two people let alone four. We were all pressed against each other and the walls of the cage so hard that we couldn't budge) for being bad. But don't worry men. We showed them that the men aren't as inferior as they thought. We got our revenge in a few months. But that is a different story.
 

Last time you heard from me, my older brother had tied me and Sarah up and tickled us for an hour or so while our parents were out. Well Sarah and I had to wait for several weeks until we had a chance to get back at Ken.

By then Ken had practically forgotten about our little game from the weeks back. Our parents were out again leaving us by ourselves from about 8 o' clock at night to midnight or whenever they came back. Ken was in his room, lying on his bed listening to some music and trying to sleep. Apparantly he'd had a really tiring day andhad told me and Sarah to leave him alone. Of course we didn't. We gathered the ropes that Ken had used on us and grabbed a few handkerchiefs and sneaked into his room.

Ken was lying facedown on his pillow and the music dimmed any noises we made. Sarah took her position on one side of the bed and I stood on the other. I could hardly believe our luck. We were a mere metre away from Ken and hadn't even noticed us yet. Sarah mouthed counted down our attack and on three we lunged on top of him.

Ken jumped in surprise and snapped his head back. I quickly gagged him and then helped Sarah tie his wrists together behind his back. Ken put up a good fight. Even after his wrists were secured he fought back and managed to keep us at bay and even ,managed to run into the bathroom where he tried in vain to get the door locked before we barged in and blindfolded him with a bandana.

At that point Ken had given in and allowed us, with hardly any trouble, to lead him to a room and tie his ankles up. We also tied his knees together.

After doing this, Sarah and I stood back and admired our now bound, gagged and blindfolded brother. We adreed that he was much nicer this way. In responce Ken rolled over and fell off the couch and onto the floor.

Sarah and I dragged Ken to our large dinner table. It was a long, strong and sturdy tableand we decided to tie Kens wrists to two legs and his ankles to the other two. With much difficulty we managed to do this.

Sarah had a sudden brainwave and ran back to her room and came back with her headphones and a tape of her favourite (and Ken's absolute worst favourite) songs. She slipped them on and started the tape. It was loud enough for us to hear. Ken groaned under his gag and struggled until they slipped off. Sarah undid his blindfold and tied it back on over the headphones. Ken gave up.

Then after tickling him for what must have been an hour and freezing his face and stomach with ice (an idea of my own) we untied him. Ken pulled off his blindfold and walked to his room. We didn't hear from him for the rest of the night. We'd thought we had him beaten and humiliated.

But the real reason he locked himself in his room was to plot revenge.

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Jesse is kind of short with brown hair. She has large breast for a freshman (at least a lot of guys tell me they like them). Brandy is REALLY short, and also has brown hair. A lot of guys like her... Shelly is about as short as Brandy, but she has dirty blonde hair... and almost every guy likes her. I am tall and skinny, and I think I look about average for a girl, and most guys like me.

We were just messin around in my room (my parents are on vacation right now). It was about 11:00 PM, and we were watching TV and playing cards... it was kind of boring. Well, Brandy suggested that we add stipulations to the games to make it interesting. We were playing blackjack, and everyone got 5 marbles. We would all ante one marble each game. The dealer would go in a clock-wise manner. This could be good or bad whenever you were the dealer (we could either win a lot, or lose a lot of marbles.) Once you ran out of marbles, the dealer of that game would get to tie you up. Each of the other players would draw a card to determine they way you were tied up.

The first draw would be for a blindfold. If you drew an odd number or a face card, you would get blindfolded.

The next draw was for clothing. A number Ace-4 was clothes of your choice. A number 5-10 was whatever the dealer wanted. And the rest were letting the person who drew the card decided.

The third draw was the gag. Ace-4 was a tape-gag with a cloth stuffed in your mouth. 5-10 was a ball-gag. And the rest were both tape AND ball gag.

The position we were tied up in was decided by the dealer. 

So we were playing and rotating for a little while, when Brandy got down to one marble. Well, I was the dealer that game, and she lost to me, so I got her marble. I decided that she would be hogtied. I had learned how to make a super-hogtie from a site on the internet. Jesse drew a 3 for her blindfold, so she would be blindfolded. Shelly drew a king for clothing, and she decided that Brandy would wear a bikini. I drew a three for her gag, so she would be tape-gagged. Brandy went and changed, and she came back in a red bikini. So, I first got some rope and tied her hands behind her back. I then tied a rope around her torso just above her breast, and then below, making them stick out. Brandy turned a little red, and the others noted that they would use the same technique if they got to tie someone up. I tied her ankles and her thighs together. I rolled her over and tied a rope from her ankles to the ropes that bound her breast. I then stood her up on her knees and admired my work. I wrapped tape around her head about 5 times. I decided that she should be able to see what was going on, so I told whoever was the last girl standing to blindfold her. She was finished, and I laid her back down. There was no way she would escape. 

We continues playing, and Jesse ran out of marbles when Shelly was the dealer. After all was said and done, she would be hogtied in a similar manner to Brandy, wearing only a bikini bottom, and ballgagged, she would be blindfolded. Shelly tied her in a similar manner, but when she tied her breastropes, she made a V shape in between them, looping underneath the bottom rope. This looked like she was wearing a transparent bikini that put her breast out on a shelf. Once she was completely tied up, we lay her and Brandy facing each other, touching for humiliation and embarresment. 

We kept playing, and I ended up losing. After all was over, she said I would be tied just like Jesse. Same clothing and everything. This was really embarrasing, and I then knew how Brandy and Jesse felt. After we were all tied up, Shelly said "I won't blindfold you guys. That would be too much. I will just torture you." She then began tickling our feet and all over our bodies. She did this for about 5 minutes, and then she decided that she would quit. Well, this was just a prank, because she came back in with tape and a lot of ice. She went to each one of us, and taped ice to our breast (except for Brandy who she loaded the bikini with ice) and laughed. She then somehow managed to stand us all up and tie us together facing each other. This was quite embarrasing because it made us seem like lesbians which we werent. Shelly had fun with us squeezing our breasts just for the hell of it, and doing other torturous acts. After we were untied, we got her back.... but that is a different story :)

Last summer, my Aunt let my former girlfriend and I spend a week by ourselves in her Cabin in Vermont. That week my g/f and I had lots of fun, and she knew I was into bondage so she'd tie me up in various positions. My g/f was nice enough to tie me up in practically any position I wanted. 

I was delighted to find that my Aunt had a sofabed in her cabin. I'd played with these when I was a child and was home alone. Sofabeds are amazing. Most of the ones that I've seen fundamentally work the same way--you pull the folded up mattress up from the couch, out, then down so that it's half way out with one set of legs on the floor, and then unfold the rest of it while the other legs come automatically down unfolding it completely. When you fold it back up and fold the second set of legs back over the mattress back to its half-way position, the legs act as a lever. When you're closing the legs over the folded the mattress pressing from when the legs are 90 degrees to 45 degrees to the mattress, I'd say the pressure on the mattress (or what's in between the folded mattress) is twice or three times as great in ratio to the pressure you exert on the legs. For the last 15 degrees, there's still more pressure that is exerted on the mattress, but it's not as proportionally intense as it is at the beginning; the last 15 degrees are really to lock the mattress in place. The reason for having the legs act like a lever like this is to lock the mattress in place and squeeze the mattress enough to make it fit inside a couch.

You can see where I'm going with this. From when we got our first sofabed when I was a kid, I immediately played with it and discovered that from its open position, you could fold the mattress half way between it's all the way open position and half-way folded position, so that it looks like a sideways L, then hold it up while you run around and lie down beneath the part that was about to be folded, and reach around and grab the legs to fold them and the mattress on top of you. I'd be lying sideways so that my head and feet were sticking out either end of the fold. You'd use a free arm to pull the legs to your chest with the folded mattress in between, and the leverage and tightness of this feels absolutely amazing. It would get tighter and tighter and tighter, and for the last 15 degrees it suddenly gets easier as it's locking you in place with a deeply satisfying *clunk*, but you have to be careful and do this slowly to make sure the metal bar that the mattress is connected to that's also folding down isn't crushing any part of you. I had enormous fun when I was home alone experimenting with what it was like to have my head in between the mattresses as well (again, be careful if you try this!), or putting a master lock on the legs and the metal pole so that it wouldn't come undone without unlocking the lock first, etc.

So anyway, I showed my g/f how this works at my Aunt's cabin and demonstrated it on me. Then I had her try it. With two people, this takes enormous communication, and you have to go very slowly. I pushed it down maybe 1/3 of the way and she backed out at first; when you try this for the first time you're absolutely convinced it's going to crush you to death because it's so amazingly tight. But as we experimented more and more she got used to it and actually loved it, and we'd experiment with wrapping each other up in blankets first, adding pillows to make it tighter, etc.

So then I told her my ultimate fantasy, which was to be completely stuck underneath the folded mattress, and then put all the way inside the couch if possible. I knew how dangerous this was-if I couldn't get out we'd get caught, I could suffocate, the thing could bend in a way I wasn't expecting and the leverage could break a bone, my girlfriend could get hurt somehow, etc. But we were both willing to try. First we tried having me completely covered by the mattress. Neither of us thought it would work since I'm 6'4 and the mattress's width is less than 6', so I'd have to fold up on my side to be completely covered. But if my head or feet stook out at all, when the mattress was folded in I could be decapitated. So we tried having me completely enveloped. I lied curled in fetal position on my side, facing the inside of the couch, and she folded the mattress halfway, and pushed on the legs, and it was tight, and she pushed, and it got tighter and darker, and she pushed slowly and I could hear the friction of the mattress rubbing up against itself and trapping me all around me. She pushed harder and harder, checking to see if I was ok, until I heard the satisfying "whirrrr-click" above me of the last 15 degrees that sealed my fate. "Are you OK?" My girlfriend asked. It was SO tight. "Yeah, this is great," I said. With effort I could move an arm or a leg sideways parallel to the mattress, but other than that I couldn't move my head or any other part of my body. Since it was more like a tight cave since I was huddled up inside though, there was a little bit of opening at the edge of the mattress in front of me, so I could breathe ok. Not that I cared. I then felt the whole bed lift a little. "Wow, I think I can actually lift you up, if you wanted me to try," she said. My heart raced a little. Could she actually put me *All* the way inside the sofabed?

"Um, ok, but go slowly," I tried to say as non-chalantly as possible. I felt myself lifted higher, and she said, "Are you Ok?" "Yeah." Then higher, "Are you OK?" "Yeah." "Are you sure I'm not too heavy?" I asked. "No, for some reason it's fine," she said. I was amazed that she could lift me-I weigh 180 lbs.

Then I felt the second phase of the mechanism go, the part where the folded mattress has gone up at a degree high enough that it can slide underneath where the couch cushions would go. I imagined this fantasy actually working and me from the outside looking like a big, tightly-packed bulge in the mattress, like a cat under a blanket. But the final slide into the couch was harder than I thought, because obviously I was too big and I wouldn't fit. My girlfriend pushed, and I went in a little, and she asked if I was ok, and I said I was fine, and then she pushed more, and I was still fine, and pushed one more time and I was still fine, but she said "I don't think it's going to go any further." I couldn't see it from the outside, but I was probably 60% from being all the way inside. I said, "Are you sure? I'm really ok. You can't push any further?" I didn't want to push her too much, but there was no way I was going to go this far without knowing that it wasn't possible first. She tried shoving me in a couple more times but to no avail.

I reveled around in the tightness of it all-being trapped by gravity, by thousands of pounds of weight created by ingenious levers with large hinges and springs, but safely squeezed by a queen size folded mattress, hardly able to move a muscle. I sighed, realized that my fun was over, and said, "Ok, you can let me out." I felt my whole body lifted just a little bit, then relaxed, then lifted a little bit, like I was being tugged on or shaked. "Uh, Antonio?" My Girlfriend said. I felt a couple more tugs. "I can't lift you out, the bar's bending!" she said. Her tugs were pathetic, and I thought this must be a game. I had told her my fantasy was being absolutely stuck inside a sofabed, and she was going along with it. "What should we do?" She asked, and sounded too calm for it to be real. I thought it was a little inappropriate for her to mess with me like this, to tell me that I was stuck when I wasn't really, but I also loved the idea of being stuck, and appreciated her going along with this.

"Well," I said, casually, "I can't tell if you're joking or not."
"I'M NOT #&%*@$ JOKING," she said. "THE WAY THE LEVERAGE IS, IT WAS EASY FOR ME TO PUT YOU IN, BUT I CAN'T LIFT YOU OUT! YOU'RE TOO HEAVY!!" she exclaimed. I got it now-her over-calmness was because she didn't want *me* to freak out, because I was stuck, but she really was freaking out. The way the levers of the bed were, it was easy for her to push me in. But now she had to pick up all 180 lbs. of me as well as the bed, and pull the whole thing with me inside it up to about her shoulders to get me out. It wasn't going to happen.

I couldn't believe it. My heart was really racing now. I thought, "this is it. This is my fantasy. I'm absolutely stuck in this sofabed. I'm stuck here forever." But of course, I worried about my girlfriend, so I immediately said, "don't panic. I can still breathe. I'm fine. We'll figure this out." I was worried too, but I didn't want her to worry and I also was enjoying it even though I had no idea how to get out of it. I was absolutely loving it and completely frightened at the same time. This was the first time I'd ever really felt absolutely stuck and had no idea how I was going to get out.

I should probably end the story there, since that's really the climax. I did get out, obviously--I managed to stick my arm out of my tight folded up cave and push against the back of the sofa to give us more leverage. She still couldn't pick me up from there, but we got it far enough out that the legs and folded part of the mattress weren't blocked by the back of the couch anymore, so we were able to unlatch them and open it up while it was still tilted and get me out. The sofabed was a mess--the legs really were in fact bent, and we couldn't get the thing closed again. I was able to bend back the legs, but all of the hinges were thrown just a little off by being forced to carry a big, 180 lb person in them as well as a bed. I finally put the bed on its side and jumped on it to force it closed, and told my Aunt that it was broken (but not why), and she was annoyed but ok with it. They'd had other problems with other sofa beds as well.

That's my story--maybe I'll tell some of my other stories later. I've lurked on this page for a couple years now and immensely enjoyed them. I read these pages every day. Thanks Canuck!

Antonio

Now Cheri is about 22, with long, wavy, very dark hair, big dark eyes, great legs and lips, and a cute, slightly plump body, although her curves are very nice and well proportioned. She was sleeping in a long tee shirt. 

Sometime in the middle of the night, I became aware that I was touching her. It was erotic in a way that coming slowly awake extremely aroused can be. She was on her side facing away from me and I had my arm over her shoulder, my hand cupping her breast through her tee. Because she wasn't resisting me (although she seemed to be moving slightly, somewhat awake, I squeezed gently, then slipped my hand down her belly and pulled her tee up high enough to get my hand under. She had on a silk and lace bra underneath, probably since she has pretty large breasts. I carressed the cups of her bra and squeezed, getting extremely turned on. She started to moan a little, in protest or in enjoyment, I wasn't sure. I don't know what came over me, I would never have done this even if we were dating during the day, but I rolled her gently but forcefully onto her back and simultaneously raised her tee over her breasts and cupped my other hand tightly over Cheri's mouth. She pressed her mouth into my hand, seeming to like the hand gag, which turned me on even more.

To make this long story a bit shorter, her duffle bag with her clothes for the next day was next to us on the floor. I reached in and found her panties and stockings for the next day. I put the wadded panties (floral nylon string bikini) in her mouth, used one stocking to gag her and the other to tie her hands together behind her back. With Cheri tied up and gagged, I proceeded to enjoy her body in every way I pleased. While I didn't have sex with Cheri, the sight of her lying there tied and gagged with her own panties, her tee bunched up over her breasts (she was wearing a white bra and a pair of tight pink nylon string bikini panties) was more than I could bear. I will leave the rest unsaid, but in the end, I untied her and slept with her in my arms, my hand on her breast again (no bra this time). 

We decided that all of the embarrasment she caused us sould be paid back in double. So we first decided how to tie her up. We decided that we should make her bend over forward with her hands behind her to an overhead pole. Now, I am going to try and follow the rules of the site, so I will just say that she was bare when we got through with her. She was still half-asleep when we tied her hands behind her back. We also tied her elbows together to give some extra security. We then tied a rope above and below her breast as had been done earlier in the night. She now knew what was going on, but could do nothing. She struggled for a little, but she saw that there was no hope, so she just gave up. We tied her ankles together, her shins together, and her thighs. She could do nothing at all now, but talk. She begged for mercy, but we decided that this could not happen because of the embarrasment she had caused us. Jesse and Brandy helped me stand her up, and I grabbed a rope and tied it to her wrist rope. I threw this over a pole, and tightened the other end until she was forced to bend over. She turned as red as a beet in the face, and we knew that we had got her. 

"Hmmm, maybe we should torture her like she did us..." Jesse suggested. 

"No! You can't I am sorry! I was just playing around!" she begged. This did no good, of course. 

We decided to leave her ungagged to hear her agony. We got some ice and each of us grabbed a piece in each hand, and ran ice all over her body. She screamed and laughed soooo hard, that I actually got joy out of it. Seeing her embarrased and tortured was great considering what she had done earlier. We tortured her for about 5 minutes with ice, and then Jesse thought of the best thing. The rope that tied her breast up had a small tail hanging off. We tied another rope to this, making it longer. I untied the rope that was near her wrists that made her bend over. She immediately stood up. She is rather flexible, and we were able to get her hands in front of her going underneath her legs. Brandy tied another rope to her wrists and threw it over the pole again, this time making her stretch out, her hands above her head. 

I hope this isn't violating the site what happened next. Remember the rope that we extended? Well, Jesse tugged at it, and her breast jiggled a little. She squeeled and turned really red in the face. This was all too good. We took turns tugging at the rope just to embarass her. After we made her promise to never do things like that again to us. After she promised, we decided to tickle her exposed underarms some more. She laughed and squeeled so hard, and we began pinching random parts of her body. We finally let her go, and she got dressed. We then talked some more, and all went to sleep. There are more stories of our tie up games. I will be posting some soon. I hope you enjoyed these.

When we got to his house (his parents were on vacation and his older brother wasn't there), Andrew invited me into the living room and offered me a drink. While I was drinking, he left and went to his room.

Not thinking much of it, I continued to sip my coke not hearing him creap up behind me. Suddenly a rope flew over me and Andrew held either end tightly. He leaned over and said,
"Wanna have some fun?"

I could tell he was nervous. I wasn't sure why but later I realised it was because he didn't know how I would react to being tied up. At the time I was feeling a little scared myself. I thought that maybe he was trying to kidnap me and he was some kind of criminal (lol)! As I joke I said,
"What are you going to kidnap me?" With a little laugh. I felt relief wash over me when he laughed his innocent laugh that I knew so well. He felt me relax and tied the rope behind my back.

He told me to stand up to make it easier. I obeyed and he tied my wrists together behind my back. Then he tied my elbows more or les together. I was a little surprised at this because I was sure he wouldn't do much more that tied my wrists together and maybe tie my ankles together.

After tying my elbows together, the extra rope that came off them was wrapped around my body above and below my breasts. I blushed madly at this and even Andrew went a little red.

A moment later I realsied how much I liked this. I told Andrew and he smiled happily. He told me that he was really glad that I did.

Then still using the same rope, he put the rope between my legs and tied it tightly to the rope under my breasts. I was really surprised at this but just smiled and realised how much I was enjoying it all.

After this, Andrew tied my ankles together and then above and below my knees. Then he tied my ankles and wrists together after telling me to lie on the couch.

To finish it off, Andrew put a clean piece of cloth in my mouth and put tape around my head several times. I smiled at him from behind my gag as he admired his work. I wriggled around a bit to test the ropes. They were tight and firm. I oved it.

Well after a while, he untied me and told me that he had really enjoyed the experience and hoped that we would do it again soon. I enjoyed it a lot too and since then, we've done things like this quite often.

" I wonder if it really is that easy to escape from a situation like that"

"Depends on how tha captor ties the captive" i said

"I bet if you tied me up i would escape in seconds" said Charlie
"oh really?you think so?"i said

To this point i was well aware that he had come to my house solely to be tied up, i mean, all the clues were suspiciosly clear right? So i told him to wait in the TV room while i went to the garage to get some supplies. I grabbed a roll of duct tape and some white rope my mom used to hang wet clothes. I went back to the tv room and saw that Charlie was unaware that i had come back, so i sneaked up top him and handgagged him. he started mmmmmmmmmmphhing and i said, already acting my part:
" Shut up kid, or ill really hurt you"

I then placed him on the floor,with his stomach touching the floor and ordered him to put his arms behind his back, which he immediately complied to. I tied his wrists toghether with rope and then i tied his elbows, it looked very tight, but when i asked him if we was ok he said yes, so i proceeded. After tying his elbows i helped him to sit up and then started to tie his shoulders together. I went to his knees and i noticed that charlie was exited, how? lets just say that his tight blue shorts where a little tighter you know where. i saw Charlie get i little embarrased, but since i was enjoying this game myself and didnt want him to ask me to end it, i said, "its ok Charlie, no problem" I saw that he was releaved that i said that. I then went to his ankles. Then i started using some duct tape to tie his legs. I wouldnt normally do this since its painfull to remove duct tape thats placed in legs and arms, but Charlies legs where hairless, i guess it was becuase of the bicycle thing. I took another piece of rope and tied one end to his ankles and the other to his wrists so he was hogtied.
"hmmmm, whats mising,oh yeah!"i said.
I then took his shoes and socks of and placed one sock in his mouth, with which he immediately started mmmmmmmphh mmmmmmmmmphing and then place a large peace of duct tape on his stuffed mouth. He gave me a dirty look so i placed another piece of tape on his eyes.

" ok hot shot, lets see you escape now" i said
I saw him struggling really hard, and he was really sweating! i could tell because the back and front of his outfit were soaked. After about 20 minutes he moaned something behind his gag and i asked him if he wanted me to remove it he said yes with his head, so i removed it.

" i give up" he said

"Ha, i knew you would"
So i had to let him go. Once i had finished untying him, he told me that he wanted a rematch, to which i quickly said yes.

Hope you liked this story everyone, i will post more soon

see ya!

First thing we did was gag her to get that out of the way. I put a ballgag in her mouth. The others held her arms above her head while I tied them. I then made the now popular bikini rope that we had used on Shelly. As usual, her breast bulged. She mmmphed through the gag, but that did her no good. I then tied her legs together at the ankles and thighs. We laid her on a bed in the next room, and tied her hands to the headrest, and her legs to the opposite side. This made her stretch way out. She squirmed, but I had tied her securely. We others just laughed at her, and got some infamous ice. As usual, we ran ice all over her body, and she tried to scream through the gag. We then taped ice to her breast so that we could use our hands for other things. We all got markers, and started drawing stuff on her. We also wrote things on her. 

She squeeled and squirmed, but she knew it was helpless. We held up a mirror to see herself, and she turned VERY red in the face. We all then started tickling her, each taking a different part of her. She mmmphed loudly, but we kept tickling her. 

After we stopped, we started pinching her breast to torture her even more (after removing the ice). We then put clothespins on each of her nipples to make her feel pain without us having to do anything. We left her like that for a while while making fun of her... And then we let her go. She took a shower and swore she would get us back. She did, and I will post that later.

I think I may have found a place where I can collect your stories. I'm still thinking about it though. If/when I do establish a site, I'll post the link here so all Richard UK fans may enjoy it.

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

On this particular occasion she came over to visit me while my parents were away on vacation. It was the perfect bondage setting, nobody home for several days, except I had no idea that the day would include and bondage whatsoever. I just figured she’d come over for a couple of days to visit. I never knew what the next 48 hours with Rachel would include. 

Rachel and I had been good friends for several years, and, as I stated earlier, neither of us realized that we both had a love for bondage, foot-fetishes, and the like. I always had a bit of a crush on Rachel, but never pursued her because we were often already in relationships. On this particular day we decided to rent a DVD together, The Abyss. I had the DVD ready and was expecting her over at any minute. I went into my room to change and put on a pair of jeans, a sweater, and black shoes. Minutes after I changed she rang the doorbell. I opened the door and she was a thing of beauty. She was wearing a black leather jacket, white blouse, black skirt, tan pantyhose, and knee high black boots. I was in heaven just looking at her. To be honest, I never saw her look so good. 

Anyway, we embraced and began talking for a while, and eventually sat down on the couch and began watching the movie. She had seen the movie like a million times and naturally started to quote almost every scene in the movie. After a while of putting up with this I clamped my hand over her mouth tightly to stop her from quoting every scene. She began mmmpppphing softly into my hand and began to struggle some. Naturally, I kept my hand as tightly clamped over her mouth as I possibly could. She would reach her hand up to pull my hand away and I eventually let her go. 

When I pulled away she was a little flushed and although I wasn’t sure if she enjoyed being handgagged, I could tell she definitely wasn’t opposed to it. 

Rachel, obviously flustered asked,"What was that for, Greg?" 

I responded by telling her, "If you’re not going to keep quite I am going to have to gag you."

She responded by saying, "If you’re not careful I might turn the tables on you."

Hearing her say that sent shivers down my spine. Now don’t get me wrong, I love being dominant, but there is no doubt in my mind that submission is total bliss. So, instead of being behind her where I could handgag her, I sat in front of her hoping she would eventually handgag me. Almost immediately I started talking through the movie. Seconds later she grabbed my left hand and sat down on my right hand so I could prevent her from doing what was about to happen. As soon as she had my hands she clamped her right hand over my mouth as tight as she could. I almost lost it. I started mmmmphing into her hand. 

"Mmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmpph", was about all that came out. Her hand was like a perfect fit over my mouth. I enjoyed it so much and wanted nothing but for her to keep her hand over my mouth so I started to struggle hard against her palm but she just kept me at bay by tightening her grip. Keep in mind, she is a soccer player and is only a few pounds lighter than I am, so despite my legitimate struggling, she pretty much had me securely at bay. I pushed my head forward but she clamped down hard and pressed my head against her chest. I was totally at her mercy. As soon as she had me against her chest she let go of me and I spoke.

"I had no idea you were so aggressive, Rachel. If I’d known that I would have tied you up to make you behave."

Rachel quickly responded. "No, I think it’s you who’s going to end up tied up, Greg."

It was pretty obvious to me that Rachel was into bondage so I had to ask the question most of us dread asking for fear of rejection. 

"Rachel, are you into bondage at all? I’m only asking because I’m getting that impression from you."

Rachel responded like only Rachel would respond. "Uh, well it seems to me like YOU are the one with a love for bondage. But, yeah, I love it too. I had no idea you were into it. If I’d known that, I’d have tied you up when we were kids playing cops and robbers."

"So you’re dominant?" I asked.

"I prefer it that way, but I also enjoy being tied up. To be honest with you, I’d like to scrap the movie and take this subject a little further if you don’t mind." Rachel responded.

How could I resist. Of course I said yes and before I knew it she asked me if I had anything to use for a little game. Because I was already into bondage, I had a very nice stash of materials for playing with. I took Rachel into my bedroom and took out the stash, which included, several dozen lengths of white cotton rope nicely separated and ordered by length, two rolls of duct tape, a red ballgag, two ace bandages, and several rolls of black coban. Coban was always a fave of mine for gagging. Coban is a self adhering cloth material that secures like duct tape without the sticky messiness of duct tape. It’s perfect for wrapping around the mouth. 

Getting back to the story. Rachel was, needless to say, impressed. 

"Damn, Greg. I don’t even have this much stuff." 

I responded by telling her, "I always keep it here just in case. I never in my wildest dreams thought we would be using it on each other. Rachel, believe me, I want to play with you, I just never knew. I guess our friendship is going to be a little different from now on."

Rachel responded, "I know, but I think it’s worth it. Besides, we both find each other attractive, right? We both like bondage, right? Why not?"

I don’t know what was more exciting, knowing that she had a little crush on me, or knowing that she knew I liked her. In any case, I couldn’t argue with her on any level. 

"So, Greg, will you let me tie you up?"

I replied, "Sure, just make absolutely certain that you tie me as tight as you can. I want to be tied up so well that I can’t move. You can do whatever you want, tie me anyway you want, just make sure it’s tight."

Rachel wasted little time. She asked me to take my sweater off and I did, revealing a black nylon tank top. I instinctively placed my hands behind my back and she placed my palms together and started wrapping coils of white nylon rope around my wrists. She wrapped them about eight times and then used a raven’s head and cinched the knot tightly. 

"Go ahead and try to struggle against the rope a little. I just want to see if you can get it loose a little." Said Rachel.

I tried my best but the knot was perfectly tied. Rachel then started tying my shoulders and elbows in place. Now, how she did it I still don’t know. But she elaborately tied my elbows together as closely and tightly as she could. I’m not ultra-limber so I couldn’t get them completely together, none-the-less, she tied my elbows and pinned my shoulders with a long strand of rope that wrapped around my body about five times. 

"How do you feel, Greg? Is that tight enough so far." Said Rachel.

"It’s incredible. Keep going." I responded.

She was glad I was so enthused, because she had a lot more tying in store for me. She then took some rope and tied my legs above the knees. She must have wrapped about four or five lengths of rope around my legs and then cinched the knot. It was a little difficult for her to get the rope cinched at first since my legs were so tightly bound, but she eventually tied them perfectly together. 

I was started to get really hard at this point. It was total heaven for me. Part of me was more excited since I knew she wasn’t even done yet. Most of me was anticipating being gagged. I love to be tied, but I LOVE being gagged. The more layers and the tighter the gag, the better the experience. I love being gagged into submission. 

The gag wasn’t the next thing she used. She still had more to do before that happened. She then tied my legs below the knees and cinched the knot after wrapping several layers of white rope around my legs. Then she started at my feet.

This is the end of Chapter One. Please let me know how you like the story so far. This is indeed a true story, which will hopefully enhance the reader's imagination and experience while reading this story. Please let me know if you like the story so far and post any comments or questions. I'd love to hear from readers. Chapter Two will be posted shortly.

And Melissa, your parties sound like heaven to me. Man, I love this country. Please continue you stories and well.

Now if I could only find a kinky neighbor, and a bunch of cool slumber patry to spy on.

CHillDice leave his computer and goes outside.

Very lovely story! I enjoy stories like this that are about consent and caring as well as bondage! I'd just love to tie you up!!

Loved your stories...i like that they're shortand sweet but maybe a bit too short. Cna you tell us what you all wrote and drew onn Brandy after she was tied-up?

Anyway, could you contact me through my e-mail address that I've posted here? Thanks

mason_1966@hotmail.com

Now, I know I said I love bondage, which I do, but I could tell from Chuck's position, he was not having fun. Anyway, I was on the ground and I knew this was not al they had in store for me and Chuck. Suddenly, I feel them team together and pick me up and put me in the back of their car (an explorer) once back there, I see ropes, tape, a pair of socks, and some scisors. I then hear one of the girls start to talk.

"lets cut these cords off and get something more secure on him." I knew after I heard that I was in for some punishment. I felt the rope loosely fall over my wrists, then pulled tight and wrapped about nine times, then cinched. They did the same thing with my ankles, and added rope on to my thighs. Now, the whole time this is going on I keep telling them how big of a mistake this is, and how I will get them back. Kristin leans over and tells me to shut up, then one of the socks is shoved in my mouth, followed by about four pieces of the duct tape. Soon after I hear one of the girls tell another to blind fold me to make where we were going a mystery. The second sock was then wrapped around my eyes, blindfolding me. I was loving this, but at the same time, I was afraid of what these girls had planned on doing to me once we arrived at our destination since I was completely at their mercy... 
 

I know that many readers like the more sexual stories about 18+ year olds, but in my opinion when children get to about 15-16 (maybe yonger in some cases) the tie up games can become more, well lets say, serious. :) They cease to become games and take on a different meaning.. and as such should be posted in the 'college section'

Maybe I'm wrong - I dunno.. ??

Having said that, this is Canucks site and he does a good job moderating it - It's up to him.

All I do now is skip the stories if the content is not to my liking - No real hastle.. :) But if they were in the college section it would save me some time and keep the site 'tidy' :)

Please don't flame me :) It's just an opinion, I don't judge other people - Each to their own - Live and let live :)
 

And, yes, I did get my feet tickled and teased quite a bit so you'll hear about it in future chapters!

-Greg

"Greg, now that I’ve got you a little helpless, I think I’m going to take advantage just a little. Hope you don’t mind." Rachel said.

At that she started untying my shoelaces and slipped off my shoes one by one. 

"Rachel, what are you up to?" I asked.

She didn’t respond, she just kept on. She flipped me over onto my back so that I was facing her. Slowly, she began slipping my socks off. I flexed my toes a little and started to get a little playful by raising my feet a little toward her mouth. She told me there would be time for that later and began binding my feet.

"Tight, Rachel. I really want them tied tight so I can’t...mmmmmmmmph! mmmmmmmph!" Right then she stop tying my feet and clamped her hand over my mouth, placing all of the weight of her hand and body on to my mouth. I squirmed as much as my helpless body could but couldn’t even move. Her hand clamped over my mouth so tight that my cheeks must have been bulging out. Playfully, I kept trying to cry out and moan.

"Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmph!!!!" Was all that came out.

Rachel commented, "I love to hear you moan. It’s such an attractive sound coming from you."

I almost died hearing her say that. She then got off of me and started back at my feet. She must have wrapped my feet in nearly a dozen coils of rope. Her ropework was quite impressive too. Very neat and precise, which is a huge plus in my book. When the bondage looks good visually, it usually means it’s being done right. She was certainly tying me up better than I had ever been tied up. She made a raven’s head at the ankles and started cinching the knot holding my helpless barefeet together. 

Rachel then flipped me back over onto my stomach and handgagged me tightly. "Time for your mouth, Gregory! I am going to gag you so tight you won’t be able to say a word. All you’ll be able to do is moan and scream and there won’t be anything you can do about it."

I was in total heaven at this point. I tried crying out and again started to mmmmmmph as seductively and as softly as I could. Rachel knew I was enjoying this, and by the looks of things, she was loving it. Rachel kept her right hand clamped tightly over my mouth and with her left hand she grabbed the ballgag. She released her right hand and started to push the ballgag into my mouth. The ballgag was standard sized and fit perfectly into my quivering mouth. She buckled the gag as tight as she could without it hurting me. It was a perfect fit. I moaned and moaned, breathing loudly through my nostrils as she buckled the gag into my mouth. 

"That’s just the beginning, sweetie. I’ve got much more to go." Rachel spoke.

I was already in bliss, but what she did next was great. She took the black coban and placed it to my ballgagged lips. She started wrapped the coban over my already securely gagged mouth. She just wrapped and wrapped layer after layer until the coban ran out. She wrapped the gag around my mouth about fifteen times before it ran out. 

The coban was neatly wrapped around my already gagged mouth and it prevented me from spitting out the ballgag. Not that there was any chance of that even without the coban. But, I wanted it this way. The double gag was great because it not only filled my mouth, which satisfied an oral fixation, but also created a great sensation with the coban wrapped around my mouth, acting as the perfect seal over my lips. 

"How’s that, sweetheart? Are you happy now? Just wondering, because we have 48 hours together, and that only took 20 minutes to tie you up and gag you. There’s so much more yet to come, Greg." Rachel said.

Now I was completely tied up and gagged and I was still hoping she would add one last feature to my current situation. Just as I thought that she bent my knees and I knew what was coming. Yes!!! Now I was being hogtied. It’s what I wanted because it made the soles of my barefeet so vulnerable. She couldn’t quite get my wrists and feet touch, but it was still a very tight and secure hogtie. I started cooing into the gag and began twisting around, testing my bonds. The bonds were secure and I was totally at her mercy. I couldn’t move my wrists at all and my whole body was immobile. My feet were exposed to her and I was just waiting for my feet to be touched. I wanted it so badly but there was nothing I could do but wait patiently. 

"Greg, I’m going to make this so worthwhile. Trust me. But first, I want to leave you for a little while. I’m going to blindfold you in a second and leave you to struggle for a bit. I want to hear you moaning and see you squirming when I get back. Just don’t worry, I’ll be right back." Rachel said.

She then took out another roll of coban and blindfolded me with it. Now, the first thing I thought was, she’s going to leave me like this and we didn’t even discuss safewords. Well, apparently Rachel had done this quite a bit before because the next thing she said was the following.

"I’m going to leave this bell in your hands. It’s a little Christmas bell that I had in my purse. If you aren’t doing well, just ring the bell consistently, and I’ll ungag you." 

She had all bases covered and at that she kissed me on the cheek and left the room. Or so I thought. The impression I got was that she was leaving. I later found out that she never left and just wanted to watch me struggle.

I started struggling with all my might. I started the gag talk right away. "Mmmmmmmmph! mmmmmm, mmmmm. Mmmmmmph!!!! Mmmmmmmph!!!!"
I started struggling with all I had in me but the ropes were too tight. The ropes wrapped around my wrists were snug and weren’t letting me go anywhere, especially since I was hogtied so effectively. I started wriggling my toes and feet testing the ropes wrapped around my ankles but they were extremely tight. I kept moving my toes and feet hoping to get somewhere but it was useless. 

The bonds holding my elbows and shoulders were the only thing that was uncomforting me in the least. But, everything else made it worthwhile. 

I began testing my gag again by trying to push on the ballgag. The gag was securely locked in my mouth and the coban sealed my mouth shut. It was just like someone had wrapped duct tape around my mouth. It was the ultimate gag. I started moaning for Rachel again, trying to get her attention, totally unaware that she was still in the room, getting off, no doubt, on watching me struggle. I started in again.

"Mmmmmmmmmph!!! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!!!" 

I kept squirming and moaning. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. In all it was probably about ten minutes until I heard Rachel talk.

"So, is my little abductee ready for me? We have so much playing to do, sweetie."

You wrote

>Very lovely story! I enjoy stories like this that are >about consent and caring >as well as bondage! I'd just >love to tie you up!!

So do I, Lisa; in fact the ONLY stories I care anything about are F/M of that nature. “Erotic” means loving; the exact opposite of the way it is almost universally used. Erotic is the exact opposite of sado-masochism, which comprises 90% of the posts here and everywhere else. The former centers on delighting your partner; the latter centers on hurting and/or humiliating your partner. TRUE erotic is what I long to see more of. I don’t understand why it should be banned in this group, of all places.

And would I ever adore having you tie ME up! --- but it is forbidden: I am a happily married man --- she does it for me, periodically, but she has no heart in it :( She just ties or chains me, and leaves me there and forgets about me for the hour or so until she comes back for bedtime --- nothing like the following:

My all time favorite is a post by Janet, which Canuck apparently deleted within the hour after it was posted. I guess that was because it was very much along the line you expressed above: “intimate,” in other words, which Canuck specifically forbids in his instructions.

Actually the copy I have is a Word document including some lovely pictures. I would love to send it to you, or anyone else who might enjoy it.
 
 

Of course, I volunteered to join the attackers’ team. The volunteers were two few, and one had to sort most of them. 

Secretly dreaming to be caught, I was ready to engage myself in the most “ “dangerous” exploration missions, until, as we say in French, “diving into the wolf’s mouth” (I’m sorry about my English, which used to be much better…). And two scouts caught me and made me their prisoner. 

For a reason I didn’t understand immediately, they wanted to take me back in their camp without letting the other ones find out that I was a prisoner, but letting them believe that I belonged to their own patrol and that I was being punished. Later, I understood they wanted the others to believe I was a “deserter”. 

The only distinctive elements of our uniforms was our sweaters (ours were navy blue, theirs beige). Thus, one of my captors took his off and made me put it on. Which was nearly enough to make me terribly excited: it was already like getting myself trapped in his nets, not to be free any longer. Only then did they tie my wrists together, in front of me, with a rope long enough to be used as a leash. Then, for my face not to be visible, the other one also took his sweater off and put its lower half over my head, before folding the upper half over my face, passing the sleeves behind my neck and tying them together under my chin. That was pure delight for me! I was having a hard on, but either did they not see it, or did they pretend not to see it. 

We walked about fifteen minutes, one of my captors pulling on the rope that was tying my wrists and the other one holding my shoulders and guiding my steps in a protective way. When we reached their camp, they said the others that I was a deserter and that I would be punished the next day, when the game is over. Then the took me into their tent. 

There, they made their bondage safer, placing my bound hands over my chest and binding a rope around them, my arms and my torso (I was in the same position as a recumbent figure on a tomb) and tying my knees and my ankles. 

Finally, they rolled me over an open sleeping bag, which they closed before tying more ropes around it. 

This is where my wool sweater fetish comes from. Since this time, I’ve had no other experience as exciting, but only bondage sessions here and there. But when I do self-bondage, I often wear a thick sweater and put another one over my head. Moreover, I like the obstacle it makes against breathing: one can breathe through several layers of wool, but just enough to remain quiet, not enough to struggle. It’s a feeling I like a lot. 

I’d love to find these sensations again, including that of knowing the sweaters used for your bondage were borne by my captor. But so far, it’s only a dream. 

Here is my scout bondage story. I’ve had others, but more classical, and overall in which I was the captor. But every time, I felt pleasure only imagining that I was in the captive role. I enjoyed tying a guy up to a tree, but I would have preferred one thousand times the roles to be on the other way. 

I hope you enjoyed reading this story, in spite of my poor English. 

Take care,

Vincent, Paris. 

About two months ago I followed an "arguement" verging on the victrioloic relating to what content some readers would prefer to see appearing in these stories. For a while, the tales dried up completely, many of the regular writers no doubt discouraged by what they saw as condemnation of there stories. Gradually this has changed but as the stories have returned a seminal change has taken place. Hopefully things will go full circle, but as I write this much of the "childish" innocence that made this site so worthwhile has vanished, to be replaced by an altogether nore "adult" culture. Many of the recent stories would indeed be better suited to the college/university pages.

A long, long time ago, I recall a message from Canuck (and be quite clear on this, it is his careful moderation that has made this site so popular for so long) that another reference to "ballgags or leashes" would result in that writer being banned from posting. Unfortunately, such references suddenly seem to be the norm, to the detriment of these pages. If more explicit stories are permitted to creep in the floodgates will be opened. Semantics to justify one's own predilections are misplaced and untenable.

Come on you guys (and girls) - there must be lots of you out there with adventures to narrate without the need to introduce overt sexual connotations into your tales.

I decided to make a special release mechanism by using a plastic coca cola bottle. I filled it with water, then stood it upright an dangled a chain into it. I then put in in the freezer overnight.

The next day, my mom went to work and I would be alone all day. I took the frozen bottle to our basement. I had some other chains, four padlocks, some duct tape and a pair of handcuffs. Our house is old and there is a small room in the back that used to be a coal bunker when houses were heated with coal. It is dark with no windows and a big heavy solid wood door. It makes the perfect dungeon.

I started by hanging the keys to the padlocks and the handcuff key on a nail outside the door, up almost as high as I could reach. I had all the locks open. I put several strips of tape over my mouth to create a gag. I placed a chain around my feet and locked it with the first lock. I placed a length of chain around my body and locked it with the second padlock. I left a small loop with about four or five links of chain behind my back. I placed the chain from the top of the coke bottle through this loop, then used the third lock to attach the coke bottle to my left hand. I attached the last padlock to the loose end of the chain around my feet and around the chain from the coke bottle - not locked onto this chain, but allowing the chain to just pass through the lock. Finally, I snapped the handcuffs to my right hand and around the neck of the coke bottle. I had done all of this with the room door open so that I could see. Now I used my head to shove it closed. I could not reach the door knob so I was now trapped in total darkness.

I was securely hog-tied and was going nowhere until the ice melted in the bottle. I estimated it would take about four to five hours, but I had no way to judge the passing of time. The room admitted no light whatsoever and even outside sounds were almost completely blocked. The rough concrete floor was cold and damp and I was totally helpless. It was going to be a long four or five hours.

As time went on, I started guessing how long it had been. I estimated one hour, and I was already quite sore. The coke bottle was starting to drip, but there was no movement of the ice at all. I estimated two hours and my knees were in great pain from being bent so long. The ice was starting to rattle in the bottle, but very little. I was very cold. I had worn an old sleeveless leotard that was now a bit small for me and it did not provide much warmth on the cold floor.

I estimated three hours, the ice rattled in the bottle. I yanked on the chain, but no hope of pulling it out yet. An estimated four hours and little progress. Every muscle now ached and I desperately wanted out, but no mercy from the ice. As I estimated five, six and seven hours, the ice continued to melt ever so slowly. My feeling was one of controlled panic. I knew that I was in no real danger, the ice would melt and I would get out, but I did not want to wait. I pulled violently at the wrist chains to try to shatter the ice, but succeeded only at bruising my wrists. I was starting to worry that I would not get free before my mother came home. I now estimated ten hours had passed and that would make it only two more hours before my mother returned. The ice was stubbornly slow to melt.

Finally, when I guessed that eleven hours had passed, I gave one mighty final yank and the remaining ice shattered and the chain came loose. It was now very easy to slide the end of the chain out of the lock it had been placed through and out of the loop of my body chain. My hands were now free. I found it very difficult to straighten my legs after being bent that long. There was intense pain in my knees and shoulders and I was freezing cold. With great difficulty, I stood up, opened the door and retrieved the key. I removed the chains from my ankles, body and left wrist and took the cuffs off of my right wrist and finally peeled off the tape gag. 

I then went upstairs and found that my estimated time was off, but not by much. I had spent eight and a half hours in that dark dungeon. At least I had time to spend an hour in a hot bath before my mother came home. It was a day of hell and I swore I would never do anything so stupid again, but by the next day, I had already started planning my next adventure.

Cindy K.
 

-Greg

Rachel started playing with my feet by starting at the heel of my foot and would move up to the soles with her fingernails. It was total heaven even if it was torture! I don’t think I’ve ever "mmmmmmmphed" that much in my life. I kept moaning and wailing into the gags that held my mouth secure. 

Rachel spoke, "Poor baby. I love seeing you struggle, it’s so empowering and erotic. I’m just starting too."

I wanted nothing more than for this to continue, and it did. Next, Rachel grabbed my feet at the ankles and started to lick my toes. She tickled my feet so gently with her tongue that it was both erotic and ticking. She darted her tongue onto each toe and gently massaged my feet with her hands. She then started to nibble and suck on my toes and that pretty much started to put me over. I was completely in a state of bliss at this point. She started at the pinky toe and moved closer to the big toe, spending about a minute on each toe until she reached the big toe. As soon as she got there she started sucking on my big toes while tickling my soles. I tried to struggle, but I was in such a state of euphoria that any struggling at all was totally futile. I cooed softly into the gag and gave up any struggling at all. I just let her tickle me and torture me for what seemed like forever.

"I hope your enjoying this as much as I am, sweetie. This is quite a nice surprise. I had no idea you enjoyed this so much." Rachel said.

She then stated the tickle torture again. She started tickling each foot but instead of starting at the heel, she started in between the toes. I tried to fend her off by curling my toes and wrinkling my soles but it was useless. She raked her nails in between each toe and onto the balls of my feet. I struggled again, with futility. I tried stopping her with my hogtied hands, but my feet were just out of reach. I flexed my toes and feet as much as possible, but she was ruthless. She kept tickling my helpless feet for a good 15 minutes.

When she finally stopped, I was totally out of breath and exhausted. She then decided to play nice and started to massage me a bit. She rubbed my tired soles and every so often gave me a very sensual lick up the sole of my foot to keep my at attention. She moved down to my bound knees and rubbed my calves and thighs a little. It actually tickled more than it massaged, but I didn’t have the strength to protest. I moaned into the gags just to let her know how much I was enjoying it.

"Are you okay? I just want to make sure your okay?" Rachel said.

I gave her an affirmative nod and with that she took off the blindfold and told me she was leaving for a minute. At this point I was surprisingly still comfortable. The ballgag was the only thing that hurt but I wasn’t ready to have it taken off quite yet. When Rachel got back, she brought into my room a ladder back chair from the kitchen. 

"It’s like I said, we’re hardly getting started. The chair is for later. As long as it’s okay with you." Rachel said.

As soon as she said that I noticed she had something in her hands. She brought with her some ice cubes from the freezer. My eyes made daggers at her hand. 

"Oh, this is just a little something I want to try on you. Don’t worry, it’s just as torturing as my fingers are. My ex-boyfriend used them on me and it’s incredible." She said.

She then moved behind me and grabbed my feet. I was trembling with fear. I had never had someone place ice cubes on me so this was really a new experience. She grabbed my feet and I immediately curled my toes. 

"This isn’t going to work. You can still squirm too much." Rachel said.

She opened the drawer with the rope stash and with a knife that was in the drawer, she cut some small twine and held it in front of me.

"Since your little toes are being so squeamish, how about I tie them up too." She said.

She laughed a little under her breath and placed the twine in between my big toes and my second toes and tied my big toes together. She wasn’t finished either. She tied off the end of the rope to the ropes that held me hogtied, exposing my barefeet even more than before. Now, I had been tied up before, but never tied up this well and this elaborately. I couldn’t believe that she was this good at it, but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. With the layered gag tied over and into my mouth, protesting wasn’t even an option anyway!

As soon as my toes were tied, she began to wet the ice cubes and started gliding them across the soles of my feet. I yelled softly into the gags.

"Mmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmph."

She asked if I was okay and again I nodded. She started again, running the cold ice cubes along my arches and towards the balls of my feet. I moaned loudly and started to quiver all over. I was partly turned on by it all and partly waiting in anticipation of where the ice cubes were going next. She kept the ice cubes at the balls of my feet and began to lick the wet spots along my arches with her tongue. She licked up and down, sucking all of the water off of my soles. She then moved to the part that she wanted tortured the most. My toes. 

She placed two ice cubes on top of my exposed toes. This sent terrific shivers down my body and as much as I fought it, my toes were completely helpless. She glided the ice cubes all along my toes from the pinky toes to the big toes and kept on until the cubes melted. After the cubes melted, she playfully snickered and began sucking my toes. I lost it at this point. I cried out into the gag. She knew the ice cubes were something I’d enjoy and she was right. If I only knew just how kinky she was before, this would have happened ages ago! She kept sucking my toes and when she finally finished, she sat along side me. 

"So, how was that? Are you ready to take those gags off now?" Rachel said.

I nodded and moaned affirmatively and she started to unwrap the coban. After the coban was removed she unclamped and unhooked the ballgag and removed it from my mouth. Thank God I don’t drool, because the length of time she kept the ballgag in for would have made most drool quite a bit. I stared into her eyes and spoke.

"That was so incredible. What’s next?"

Because this was such a new and pleasing experience on so many levels, I just wanted to keep going. Who knows what else she had in store.

Rachel said, "Well, I think the chair is looking mighty appealing right now. What do you say we get you untied and we’ll get you ready for the next round? Okay?" 

I'm thinking of droping this site from my favs list. No offence meant, I know many of you enjoy these new style stories but it's getting far to explicit for my liking, it's getting very close to porn IMO. 

Seems to me that whenever this happens, (and I have been around for years now, under several names) the writers of the 'fun and games' always quit when the 'sex games' creep in. One actually told me by e-mail, yes some folks have it, that he would not post any more because he didn't want to be associated with and I quote.. 'The sex and shit that this site has turned to recently'
 

BTW:
I understand the boundit will be back tommorow (Friday)
and it should also be an updated site.
 
 

The sight has been updated, and only the udates are availble..

-Greg

Thanks guys. Muchly appreciated....

And thanks to Pascal for your comment!
 

Personally I think that you are the luckiest man on earth to have had this opportunity. I do not like the stories with sexual connotations either and I do not think yours is one of those. Thank you for the first 2 parts of your story and I can't wait to read the rest!! By the way, where do you find women like that?

I also fail to see anything "pornographic" about his story although I agree that it is certainly somewhat "sensual". Having said that, I can understand other reader's concerns in that Canuck says his page is for "innocent" childhood tying-up games without 'sensual' or 'sexual' overtones, as opposed to 'bondage' and Gregs's story certainly fits the latter category.

However, I think Greg should finish writing it here so those who have been enjoying his story can read about what happened. I have been in touch with him and I'm going to publish his tale in full, on Tied and True Tales, as it is all about what bondage should be - fun, loving as well as safe, sane and wholly consensual. 

Therefore, if Canuck wishes to remove his story, it will still be available there.

Lastly, I'd also like to see Canuck's place remain as it is; a place for innocent childhood stories but if you have more adult tales that you feel would not meet his guidelines in either section of his site, feel free to send them on to me and I will do the rest.

Any thoughts, comments? 

Well now I'm going to share with you, a bondage story of my own.

This happened ages ago when I was about 13 years old. I was going through a stage where I no longer wanted to be the top of my classes and be every teachers best friend andnow wanted to be, well, bad. I wanted more attention I guess.

Well around this time, I got into a really big fight with my next-door-neighbour, who happens to be in my grade at school. I guess he's the kind of person who everyone admires. Girls want to go out with him, and other boys want to be him. Me? I hated his guts.

One day, when my parents were out, my neighbour (who's name is Paul), came over to my house and rang the doorbell. When I answered it, I was completely covered in waterfrom head to toe by a cleverly set trap.

While Paul was laughing and doing some kind of weird dance over his prank, I was clenching my fists, my mind ticking away at some way to get back at him. Suddenly, I had a brainwave.

I unclenched my fists and bowed my head.

"I guess it's pointless fighting you," I said. Paul looked at me suspiciously. But I kept my face sincere.
"Why don't you come in?" I said to him and stepped away from the door. Paul didn't move.
"Look, I'm sorry about the fight, okay? I want to change things from now on."

Paul was beginning to look smug. I could see his mind evaluating the situation. Finally, he shrugged and stepped in.

I lead him to the kitchen and told him that I was going to change into some dry clothes and that he could help himself to whatever was in the cupboard.

I walked out the door, leaving Paul to entertain himself. I didn't go to get more clothes though. I went to where my dad kept his tools. There, I found some rope and duct tape. Excellent. This was working out nicely. I tip toed back to the kitchen where Paul had his back to me...

To be continued...

I would like to apologize to those who were at all bothered by the story. I know how much this site means to some of you, and I hope this story doesn't taint the site at all. I appreciate all of the kinds words and I hope you all enjoy the rest of the story. I will be posting the next chapter tomorrow. Thanks again!

-Greg

PS-Someone asked, "where did I find this girl"

Well, to answer that, we've been friends for years. I always knew she had a wild side, I just didn't know she was into bondage and such. I was just terribly lucky, and I thank God for that. I also enjoy the San Francisco bondage scene a bit, and you can at least find a few people into the same likes. You just have to expose yourselves to people with the same likes. 

-Greg

I gunned the engine and took the turn off from the highway and drove towards my townhouse. My domicile was located on a side street in a pleasant, tree-lined neighborhood. It was fairly small, but I had it cozy. And in any case, it was better paying a mortgage than rent. 

I dropped the car into second and swung into the driveway. I activated the electric soft-top and popped the trunk release. Kelly and I gathered our shopping bags and headed towards the front door. Once inside, I headed towards the fridge. “Want a Coke, or something?” I asked my friend.

“Do you have Diet Coke?” Kelly put down the last of the bags and came over to see what I had. “If you don’t, then that would be fine. Thanks.”

I poured us each a drink with ice cubes and we took it into the main room. I switched on the TV and thumbed through the guide. We watched some fashion programs, followed by some situation comedies. Finally, we decided to watch one of my taped movies. Looking through my collection, I came across Whispers In the Dark. I had seen it a couple of times myself, however Kelly had never seen it. Just your basic psychological thriller. Annabelle Sciorra was a criminal psychologist who had a dangerous youth as a patient. At some point in the movie, he broke into her apartment and tied her up. She was in a secure hog-tie and tightly gagged. 

“Looks like she’s really in trouble, doesn’t it?” I commented, lounging on the sofa.

“Yeah, it does,” Kelly replied. “I don’t think she’ll be going anywhere for awhile.” She suddenly smiled. “I guess he took lessons from you.”

I looked over at my friend, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Well, do you remember that night when you had Steve all tied up like that? I thought that he was almost going to cry before we were through with him.”

Kelly was referring to a Halloween party she had held (Halloween Hogtie, November-October, 2001). As you recall, dear readers, I had to tie the poor guy up so I could enjoy the rest of the evening without his harassment. I hadn’t thought about it in months. “I couldn’t believe how tightly you had him bound. I mean, he was completely at our mercy!” she continued. “I wish I knew how to tie a guy up like that.”

“Why would you want to know how to tie a guy up?” I looked at her with mock seriousness. “You’re not being bothered by anyone, are you?”

Kelly smiled at this. “I wouldn’t say I was exactly being bothering, but do you remember Glenn?” Glenn was Kelly’s current boyfriend, and although I had only met him once, a couple of months ago, I remember him as being a nice guy. She continued, “Well, we were over at his place a few nights ago, and we got talking. He dropped the hint - get this – that it would be really fun if I would tie him up. Can you believe it!”

“So did you?”

“Well, I was really taken by surprise. I didn’t know what to do.” She laughed. “Guys just love that sort of stuff, don’t they?”

“I think Steve enjoyed it at first.” I joined her in laughing. “That is, until he realized he would be spending the evening that way.”

Kelly was starting to look thoughtful. “You know, Lisa, you had quite lot of experience with this sort of thing from your babysitting days. So I was just thinking, maybe you could show me how to do an effective hog-tie. We could take turns tying each other up. It would really be fun!”

I looked at my best friend in astonishment. Little did I know how the afternoon would turn out . . .

To Be Continued (very soon!)
 
 
 
 

I'd rather read even more praise than that, and see more of it in this forum! (;)"

I thank you, dear anonymous reader, for praising my stories.

The new ones aren't too bad aither, but, they could be better...

Love, 
 
 
 

It is precisely this view point that is currently hijacking this site. The whole issue is that historically, posters have been firmly precluded from doing just that, thus ensuring that it has remained what the majority of readers would wish.

There are plenty of sites out there for those of you of the "post anything you like" persuasion to vist and/or post to. Keep this one as it always has been and don't try and subvert it to your own ends.

BTW - Greg, it is easy to believe that you are the target of such comments, simply because they occurred following your own tale. This is not necessarily so and you are probably merely the victim of unfortunate timing. I personally enjoyed your story, but to put my words in context just re-read one or two other recent offerings...

Sure, there are a lot of sites that will let you post anything you want... But because of that, that means that anything and everything will, inevitably, be posted there.
Therefore, the "love bondage" fans like me won't find whatever they're looking for. (I could be wrong, I guess, but I've yet to find a website that exclusively has stories of a more PG-rated nature.)

For that, I came here most of the time. Possibly my favorite story of all time was one that was probably back from 1998 or 1999, involving a guy who was giving a girl her first experience and massaging her feet, and when he took a break (I can't remember what for), he came back to find her crying. He figured he'd done something wrong and went to untie her, but she was actually enjoying herself, she just wanted him to come back already and massage her feet some more. On a side note, either that story disappeared, got removed, or I'm just not very good at searching, because I can't find it anymore.

Anyway, what I'm saying is, I enjoy a good romantic bondage tale. Definitely not, err, "s-xual" play... And rarely even childhood fun. In other words, I enjoy something that's in between what the point of this forum is supposed to be and what the point of the college forum is supposed to be.

At any rate, I do feel that Greg's story was a bit... Well, a bit more than what I would normally want to read.

However, I do have to ask, as it's been unclear to me since day one: Are bondage tales of a more romantic nature (like with, say... kissing, massages...) even allowed here?

Interestingly, I haven't heard any one "in authority" speak up about it yet. My opinion is that I come here to read stories with no sexual content.

'The Audit' and 'Bound to be Yours' are stories which I feel you might particularly enjoy - hope this helps. There is no sex whatsoever in either apart from some kissing and light petting in 'Bound to be Yours'. The Audit (my latest effort) is quite long but I consider it to be the best I've written so far. 

Others all have varying degrees of sexual content but of the erotic kind only nothing "pornographic"! *wicked grin* 

And of course, I always welcome story contributions :-)

Our weekly troop meeting arrived and we gathered for the formal opening ceremony. None of us had been looking forward to this day with much relish - Colin and Ken, both members of my own patrol, were about to return to the UK with their respective parents. It was bad enough to loose one buddy but to loose two simultaneously was a disaster. Not only that but both boys were participants in our TUG games from time to time! Even more worrying however was that, at the same time, Peter was leaving us. He had been Mike's "right hand man" ever since I joined the troop and was "inducted" into our games. A ferocious opponent, he had nevertheless proved himself a kind, gentle and loyal friend to everyone, and in particular to me. He would be sorely missed, not least because he was one of our older troop members and a patrol leader.

I was surprised to see our adult leaders had been joined by three boys, all strangers (well, two of them were vaguely familiar although I couldn't decide why). Their uniforms were very smart - crisp shirts, and shorts pressed with a sharp crease but they were all wearing strange coloured scarves. Two of the boys looked to be about my age, both had auburn hair, a plethora of freckles and were clearly twins. One was wearing glasses but they were otherwise identical, and without the specs they would have been impossible to tell apart. The third boy, maybe a couple of years older and darker was quite clearly their brother. They were introduced to us respectively as Duncan, Ian and Scott, and having arrived a few days earlier were joining our troop. Scott, the older boy, wore the stripes that showed him to have been a patrol leader in his former troop.

While our leaders introduced the newcomers and said our formal farewells to our old buddies my mind wandered. I realised why the faces of the younger boys were familiar - I had seen them chatting to Stuart one or two days ago and recalled him telling me they had joined his class. He had probably invited them to come to our meeting today and join our troop. More worrying was the loss of three TUG buddies. Not all our members took part in our games and there was no certainty that any of these newcomers would wish to join in. Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed the announcement that the two twins would join our patrol (we were already numerically weaker than the others and they would effectively replace Ken and Colin) and that Scott would join Peter's old patrol with a view to taking over as patrol leader. This was something of a blow - despite Peter's unwavering support for our activities the only other (occasional) player was John. (Although the other members of the patrol didn't take part, it has to be said that they were never backward in giving their support to our aggressors when, as often happened, James and I were tied up in reprisal for the former's practical jokes, both at our regular meetings and during camps!).

When we were finally dismissed all the boys ambled off to their individual patrol huts ostensibly for a period of badge work. We collected our two new members and escorted them to our own. Soon we were all deep in a noisy conversation as we all questioned them about where they had come from, where they were living and what their interests were. Their family had arrived from Germany only a few days earlier. Their father was originally Scottish, their mother German and we were astonished when they told us they were bilingual. All three boys had been active members of a scout troop there, hence their strange scarves, and they were all amazed by our spring time climate. 

In the way that small boys have with idle chatter, this conversation could have gone on forever. We were suddenly brought to a halt, however, by Duncan, the bespectacled boy, saying rather excitedly, "We've been hearing rumours of particular games being played in your spare time by members of the troop from time to time. What can you tell us?" Both boys looked quizzically at us while we exchanged cautious glances.

At this juncture, I should point out that none of our participants solicited for new players. As a group, we had long ago agreed that it was not fair to put a newcomer under any pressure whatsoever to join in. In this way we had managed to ensure that anyone taking part did so of their own free will and it was probably for this reason that no one had ever asked to be released prematurely, or begged to be excused from "interrogation" (without of course revealing the information their persecutors required!). We were therefore stunned that these boys seemed to know of our nefarious activities despite their only having arrived a few days ago.

Our new friends noticed our discomfiture and immediately explained, "Peter told Scott a little of what goes on. Scott then tackled Mike who, when pressed, reluctantly filled in quite a bit more detail. We are both quite keen to take part and Scott will want to as well!" This information was supplied by both boys. We had several pairs of siblings within the troop (David and Robert in our own patrol, Matthew and Paul, and of course myself and Chris although the latter was technically no longer a member) but twins were a new experience. We would become used to holding a conversation with both of them simultaneously, as it were, with each contributing sometimes half a sentence each!

We gathered round the pair with renewed interest. Our activities were certainly not a secret but neither did we publicise them too widely. That two boys only recently arrived and attending their very first troop meeting should have obtained this information was surprising to say the least and this pair not only seemed to possess this knowledge but also, seemingly, wished to join in! We began filling in some details. There was no need to exaggerate our tales - some of our escapades were fairly brutal!

The twins listened round eyed to all we had to say until Stuart asked, "Did you ever play similar games with your last group?"

Not really," came the reply. "Occasionally someone would have his hands tied during a meeting but as these took place in doors we didn't really have many opportunities. During camps it was quite common for someone to be roped, usually to a tree or staked out for a while but really, most of the boys were not very good at it. We do play games with Scott, though, from time to time!" They told us their brother was nearly two years older than they were.

It sounded as if these boys would be a welcome addition. We continued to chatter and then I said, "Well, as Scott is older than you two you must be used to being tied up. Is he good with knots?"

The two newcomers looked at one another then suddenly burst out laughing. "Good heavens, we have never been tied up!" they chuckled. "Scott is older, bigger and stronger than either of us but we have one advantage - numbers! He can't take one of us on without the other and consequently we always come out victorious. It does mean that we are both good knot tiers and Scott is reconciled to spending hours tied up and gagged!"

This was slightly worrying; I pointed out that taking part meant acceptance of our rules and that, if caught by the opposition they would have to submit to being bound and possibly "interrogated". Were they both sure they were prepared to endure this? The two boys looked at one another and finally agreed they were both keen to play and would accept any consequences. "In any case, it probably won't arise. We are bound to be too much for any of the opposition," they added rather arrogantly.

It was left to Robert to explain, quite gently, that it was most unlikely they would prove a match for our older members and it would be as well if they prepared themselves for a whole new experience. As an after thought he added, "If your brother is telling Mike and the others how you have terrorised him in the past I wouldn't be surprised if they start plotting to help him get his revenge".

The twins were no longer smiling but exchanging worried glances, however they were both quite irrepressible and before long they seemed to accept the truth of what Robert had said and agreed that they would meet their fate stoically if necessary.

The meeting finally came to an end and we were in the process of making our final farewells to Ken and Colin when Mike joined us and said that plans were afoot for a camp out that weekend with all that might entail. We didn't need him to spell it out. My close buddies were all sure they would be able to attend and I knew my parents would be more than willing to see the back of me for a while. The twins said they would try to get permission which they felt would be forthcoming if Scott was there "to look after them".

My father was dragooned into once more delivering our personal gear by car so Saturday morning saw the usual gang of ruffians gathering in our kitchen. I say usual gang but in fact it had been augmented on this occasion by Duncan and Ian who it transpired lived only one street away. They were the last to arrive and when they came in I expressed my surprise that Scott wasn't with them. They had actually carried three packs in and looked remarkably shifty as they said, "Oh, he will be here. He's around somewhere!"

James, David and Robert were doing an expert job of gleaning and gathering in my mother's store cupboard and in exasperation she finally ordered us out with instructions not to hurry home tomorrow. We left by the back door, immediately outside which was a store that Chris and I used for our bicycles. As we passed the door, Duncan asked, "What's in there?" I began to explain but before I had got out more than a couple of words Ian said, "Let's have a look!" and flung open the door.

We all gasped. There on the floor was Scott. He was lying half on his back, his hands tied behind him and his ankles and knees were tightly bound. The rope work was of the highest order. He had been expertly gagged with a scout scarf. Unable to speak or move the older boy glowered at us. Seeing our looks of stunned surprise our new friends began to explain between giggles.

"He was giving us a hard time as we got ready to leave so we decided we had better teach him a lesson and at the same time show you what we were capable of!" both boys laughed. "Once we had his hands tied," - Ian placed a hand on his brother's back and pushed him forward quite roughly, proudly exhibiting their prisoner's tightly bound wrists - "he became more co-operative. He usually sensibly admits defeat at that point" - I shuddered with the thought of what they might do to him otherwise!

"We decided to bring him here neatly trussed up as a present for you but heard your mother's voice from outside and decided we had better not bring him in. We found your storeroom door unlocked so pushed him in there. Until then his mouth had been free but he foolishly started to protest so we had no alternative but to gag him. Then we quickly tied his knees and ankles to keep him out of mischief and here he is!"

The two boys were grinning proudly at us - the whole of this address had been delivered in a rush by both boys, just as if only one was telling the tale! The rest of us were dumfounded by the sight of the bound boy, but before we could make any comment, Duncan turned to his brother and said, "If you promise not to make a sound, we'll take your gag off." The older boy nodded his head and in a few moments his mouth had been freed. He stretched his jaws luxuriously - the scarf had been tied savagely tight.

"OK bro, untie his feet and we can be on our way," Ian now said to his twin. Without a moment's delay Duncan started tackling the knots at his brother's knees then finally freed his feet. The two younger boys helped Scott to stand.

"Aren't you going to untie his hands?" David enquired.

"No way," came the swift response. "He can stay like that for a while as his penance for making our lives difficult earlier!" Scott looked ruefully at us but made no protest whatever. I found myself wondering just who gave who a hard time in this family, but Scott seemed to accept his lot philosophically so I simply pointed out that we were leaving via the garden fence which might be rather difficult for Scott. The twins looked at the 5 foot high chain link fence and said, "That's OK - we'll help him over". It seemed there was no more to say and in a few moments James, Robert, David and I were over the wire. Ian followed next and then, as good as their word, the two boys very carefully assisted Scott in his difficult task. I noticed two things. First, that the two younger boys were much more careful in helping their brother than I had expected and second that Scott seemed to place his whole trust in them to take care of him. In a few moments we were all over and showing our new friends the way down into the valley and the olive groves there.

As usual our walk was accompanied by a lot of chatter and some horseplay, and I notice that Scott was joining in cheerfully, seemingly oblivious of his bound wrists. I recalled that, when I had been forced into a similar situation I too quickly forgot my hands were tied. We had covered about half the distance when Ian stopped us all and said to Duncan, "I guess we can set him free now. It wouldn't do to parade him in front of the older boys trussed like a chicken. That can wait for another occasion!" The other boy nodded his assent and almost before he realised what was happening Scott had been spun round by the shoulders and his hands untied. He massaged his wrists for a few moments and then, speaking to his brothers, for the first time showed slight resentment for his rough handling. "You do realise you won't find the rest of this group such a pushover, don't you? I am going to really enjoy seeing you two both tied up and squirming on the ground!"

"In your dreams, brother!" they both replied simultaneously, but I noticed a slightly concerned look pass between them. I could see another brotherly feud developing here and hoped I wouldn't be caught in the crossfire once more. As we continued on our way, I found Duncan and Ian walking either side of me. Suddenly Duncan said, "Stuart says you get tied up more than anyone else in the troop. He also told us what happened to you at school" - I shuddered inwardly. It was some months in the past and I would have preferred to keep it secret, but no matter - "We both want to be honest with you. Neither of us have ever been tied up. We have always had the benefit of superior force where Scott is concerned and he has never once complained about our treatment of him, in fact away from home he is quite protective, taking his "elder brother" role very seriously! But the truth is we are quite nervous of the prospect of being bound and also looking foolish if we can't free ourselves!"

I couldn't help chuckling at this rather solemn speech, unusually delivered by just one of them although it was clear Duncan was speaking for both. I replied softly, "Several things occur to me. First, if you are going to join in our games, you will have to reconcile yourselves to being tied up, and you need to know that the enemy will have no hesitation in 'torturing' you for any information you may have". I saw a look of horror pass over both their faces and endeavoured to put their minds at rest by explaining our methods of interrogation. They had already had our rules explained to them and knew that no one was permitted to inflict any physical harm, on pain of immediate expulsion. I continued, "Next, be quite clear in your own minds - if you are captured and tied up by most of this group your chances of escape without outside assistance are virtually nil. We have some expert knot tiers amongst us so there is no need to feel any embarrassment. On a more personal level, If Scott tells Mike and Roger what you two get up two they will be scheming to assist your brother in accomplishing your downfall! Your best option will be to try to team up with Scott - it will be much safer for you that way!"

The twins looked at one another and Ian responded, "No, we can't do that. Duncan has told you we are both nervous of actually being tied but no way are we going to take the soft option just because of that. It actually wouldn't be very fair to Scott!"

Now I really was surprised! There was far more feeling between these three boys than there appeared on the surface. Despite my own fears, I found myself saying, "I guess we had better try to work you into our "little mob" then." James had joined us a few minutes earlier and until now had listened silently to the conversation. Now he spluttered, "Oh no, Richard. You are drawing us all into another conflict just like the one between Matthew and Paul and it is us that have to suffer for your chivalrous intentions!" The two new boys looked glum but James grinned and before either twin could speak he added, "Don't worry. We are used to Richard's support of lost causes so I guess we will have to accept it once more. Actually, it was he who got me through my first game and I was at least as nervous as you two. Since then, he and I have been through a lot together."

"Yes," Ian replied. "We have heard about your taste for practical jokes!"

"Have you indeed?" I responded. "Were you also told then that we have regularly been punished for them? I think James and I spent more time staked out at last year's summer camp than we did free!"

Everyone laughed and the atmosphere immediately lifted. Robert now looked at the twins and said, "One thing does occur to me. Your brother is wearing shorts but you are both in jeans. You are going to get terribly dirty this afternoon". My old pals and I were of course wearing our usual gear for these occasions of blue cotton gym shorts and tee shirts and Scott was dressed in an old pair of khaki shorts. The older boy now said, "These two aren't used to wearing shorts every day. To be fair, when we left Germany a week ago it was bitterly cold. Attending troop meetings in uniform really made your legs sting!" Lowering his eyes he hung his head, blushed slightly and added softly, "As a matter of fact, that was what our argument was about before we left home".

"Scott is quite right," Duncan replied, "Neither of us is used to wearing shorts routinely although we used to during the summer months. I guess we will be OK by the time it gets hot and the school goes into summer uniform. He prefers to appear tough, although we have already shown our superiority! However, we have both packed some shorts and I guess we will change later".

To my friends and me this came as something of a surprise. We had of course been living for a while in this equable climate and as I have said before, most of us younger ones quite happily still wore short trousers to school all the year round. We had no embarrassment at showing our knees and had not anticipated such from any of our peers. However they were quite obviously proud of their scout uniforms (all three had been impeccably turned out at our weekly meeting and shorts were de rigeur in those days) and I was certain their reluctance to bare their knees would evaporate as it got hotter!

The exuberant atmosphere continued for the rest of our walk as David, Robert and James narrated some of our adventures. Since most of these tales seemed to involve my being tied up in more or less distressing situations I decided to keep my mouth shut and listen passively. There was no need for them to exaggerate - I was almost shocked myself, although I could have vouched for every word if asked to - and my mates had the gratifying experience of an awed silence from their audience who, engrossed in the stories, failed to notice my embarrassment...

We would have to wait to see what scenario Mike had dreamt up. He looked us over and made a caustic comment about the twin's jeans (all the boys already gathered were dressed like my old mates and me, in tee shirts and either blue gym shorts or old khaki ones) and I was surprised to see them both colour slightly with embarrassment. They mumbled that they would change later and gratefully excused themselves from Mike's presence when I suggested we should help with the tents. Mike stopped Scott with a hand placed on his arm and as we left them they were deep in an animated conversation.

Once more Mike had coerced our leaders into lending four six man tents (more than we really required). Two were already up and we fell to with a will so that, after half an hour all were pitched in a circle, their doors facing inwards. Hot and sweaty, we sat down gratefully as Mike called everyone together and reminded us that the "quid pro quo" for the use of the tents was that we put in some serious work on our various badges. He, Roger (and Scott), as the oldest and most experienced, were well qualified to assist the younger members in this and we all got down to our tasks without complaining.

For the next couple of hours, little was heard above a low murmur of conversation but at last we were finished, Mike stretched and suggested we had an early lunch. As usual a cold lunch had been extorted from various parents and preparations were quickly under way. As we consumed quantities of cold meat, bread, salad and fruit Mike told us he proposed a simple free for all with two equal teams, the victors to be the team with most prisoners at the time limit (set for 6.30pm to allow reasonable time for preparing supper). In the probably unlikely event of one side capturing all their opponents the game would end early. Following Paul's example in the Autumn he announced that we should negotiate hostages at the time limit, with a fixed time limit of one hour being placed on their captivity, but that, if the game finished early (an outright victory for one side), the victors could keep as many of their victims as they wished for up to two hours.

A long discussion ensued on how the teams should be constituted. Despite having resolved their differences after our last game, Paul was adamant that he wanted to join Stuart, James and me. He implied that he expected Matthew to join Mike! Duncan and Ian were keen to join us too so David and Robert offered to join opposing sides with the former going over to the enemy. This was unusual - they were brothers and quite close and had always in the past fought on the same side. While the teams were thus loosely decided, the argument raged for some time longer and as it did so Mike came and sat down beside me, and whispered, "Are you quite sure about this Titch? I have been chatting to Scott and just being with his brothers could be bad news!" As he spoke he looked me in the eye and gave me a knowing wink.

"I've already made my mind up, Mike," I replied. "Those two terrors don't hesitate to give Scott a hard time but actually they are quite nervous of what may happen to them today! There is not much you can do to me that hasn't already been done and I think they are going to need the sort of support that only James and I can give them".

Mike gave me a long, cool look and then surprised me by saying with a big grin, "You're quite a brave little kid, in a quiet sort of way and your loyalty deserves a medal! Fair enough, but don't say I didn't warn you!" I gave him a wan smile and we returned to the discussion, which Mike now brought to a close following his chat with me. The teams were settled as we had already discussed.

With lunch finished we split informally into our teams and adjourned to our patrol huts. We would have a tactical chat and our two new friends were anxious to acquire as much information as possible. Additionally we needed to sort all our supplies - rope, cloths for gags, and of course our trusty water pistols before commencement of hostilities.

Robert and I were quickly absorbed in this work while Duncan and Ian at last said they would change in preparation for an active afternoon. Engrossed in a large heap of rope of various lengths I took no more notice of the others until I heard James exclaim, "Wow, like the shorts!" Peering over my shoulder I saw the twins had removed their jeans and were pulling on - german leather shorts (lederhosen)! The two boys were clearly slightly embarrassed by the attention being paid to them, as they turned to face us and completed fastening their pants. Their trousers were identical, being dark green leather with a shiny surface and they were fastened with a pair of zip fasteners at front and supported by a belt. Recovering their composure a little the twins said with a grin, "They may look a little odd but they are great really. They are virtually indestructible so there is no chance of getting into trouble at home for damaging them and if they get dirty, just wipe them over with a damp cloth!

While James and Stuart looked on with interest Robert surprised us all by saying, "I agree! David and I have both had a pair for a long time". Seeing our surprised look he added in explanation, "Before we came here we were living in Germany too, and almost all the kids wore them there, all the time! I don't know why we never thought of them before for these games!"

Our two new friends immediately latched onto his words, "Hey, that would be a great idea! We have each got a spare pair and Scott has some too, although he doesn't wear them much now. We could kit the whole patrol out at the Easter camp!" Stuart and James responded with a giggle while Paul looked on with a bemused expression - I could see him thinking he was glad not to be a member of this crazy patrol.

Robert now called for our attention and said that, for the benefit of Duncan and Ian, he would remind everyone of the "rules of engagement". We had a lot of respect for this quiet and sensible boy (he was our patrol leader with good reason) so everyone listened intently. He began, "First, a reminder - if you are hit with a water pistol you must surrender at once. This is intended to prevent any proper hand to hand fighting or arguments and is therefore for your own protection. There is to be no fighting! Accept defeat gracefully and remember your mates will try to rescue you if at all possible." He looked at Duncan and Ian and continued, "As I am sure you have been told already, if you are captured you will most certainly be tied up and probably gagged. While no one will inflict any physical pain on you as such, don't expect the opposition to consider your comfort. If they think you have any useful information they will go out of their way to make you as uncomfortable as possible before interrogating you". A look of mild shock crossed both boys' faces while James whispered, gleefully, "Tickle torture!"

Robert went on, "Richard has told me how you treat your brother from time to time. You had better assume that by now Mike and the others know this and I am pretty sure they will make their primary objective capturing the pair of you! If that happens, all I can say is 'Watch out!' Finally, if you really are not happy with the way you are being treated give the signal you were told earlier. You will immediately be set free and no one will think any the worse of you, but you won't be able to take any further part in the game and will be expected to remain near the tents until the dead line. Any questions?" There was a silence. "Then in that case all we need to decide is our initial game plan."

Immediately, noisy chattering broke out. I offered to take care of the twins since they had no knowledge of this extensive area of woodland. Without help they would be slaughtered within minutes. "Are you quite sure," James asked mildly. "You do realise what will happen to you if you are caught with them, don't you?" I confirmed that I did but they needed someone sensible to take care of them. This was met with a peel of laughter from my pals.

"Let him commit suicide," Stuart put in. He looked at James and added, "You come with me. That way you will have the pleasure of rescuing your best friend, and I guess he is going to need rescuing!" Turning to the twins he continued, "Don't take too much notice of Richard. He's weird - he likes being tied up!" He was rewarded with a raucous peal of laughter while all I could do was hang my head to hide my embarrassment. The trouble was he was basically correct, although I would have added in my defence that I doubted if I was the only one. Nevertheless, being not only on the small side but also pretty skinny I had got used to being teased by my mates and made no reply.

I was more concerned with practicalities. Looking at Duncan, I asked, "Aren't you going to take your specs off?" Actually, both Stuart and I habitually wore glasses but we always made a point of removing them during these activities for fear of having them damaged or losing them, but Duncan replied, "No way! I'm as blind as a bat without them and would be a liability to you. Besides, without them you wouldn't know which of us was which!" This was true so I didn't press the point further.

Lessons from Lisa will be finished soon! Take care!

For example, somebody else. You said you tied up a girl who you looked after, merely tying her hands, and later, she wanted to get in the trunk. She said at the end it would be more fun if she were tied up, because it would be like being kidnapped. Did that ever happen? You tying her up and putting her in the trunk (or just tying her up, more than just her hands?) If so, I'd love to hear about it.

Or Robert, USA. You had a nice story about a friend named Cindy who wanted you to tie her up, but as I recall, you never finished that story. If you're still here, I'd love to hear the rest!

And Sharon Flowers. You said you "kidnapped" your charge more than once. Could you post the other times?

And Stan Stimer, were there more "tie-up games" than the ones you posted?

Now don't get the wrong idea - I'll still gladly read the stories being posted on here now, like Lisa's. But those were ones that intrigued me and I'd love to see the rest.

Do you realy have to ask? I have been here since... oh seems forever, as I recall, you were amonst the originals. So can I just say..

Welcome Home !!

Or am I confusing you???
 
 
 

On the far side of the woods we split up after a final brief discussion. We all intended, first, to get ourselves secreted in our chosen spots, then survey the terrain and ultimately move out to attempt to make contact with the enemy without ourselves being discovered. Before parting Robert reminded us there were additional supplies in the hut but that there might be risks in going there. He said he would do his best to check out the enemy lair in an hour or so and suggested we all might consider doing the same in case they were holding prisoners there later in the game. With that cheerful thought we split up!

I was still concerned for Duncan's glasses but when I questioned him he told me he had a case for them in his pocket. He assured me that in the event of his being caught he would ask his captors to put them away for him. As our rules virtually precluded any real rough housing he should be safe enough. Satisfied, I lead my two noviciates away quickly and quietly some distance to where there was a ditch quite grown over by a thicket of shrubs and small trees. We could shelter there, concealed from prying eyes while keeping a large area under observation.

A few minutes later I was leading the team into what appeared to be a tunnel beneath the greenery. My friends gasped appreciatively once they were under cover. I gasped too - recent rain had left deep yellow mud just inside the entrance. Realising it too late, I crawled straight in to it! The twins following behind were more fortunate. I was able to wipe the mud off my hands on some grass but they giggled at the sight of my now mud smeared and bespattered shorts. Ian couldn't resist commenting, "You see the benefit of shorts like ours now. All we have to do is wipe any dirt off when it's dry!" I looked back at the speaker in a derisory fashion but privately I was beginning to think he might have a point! But he hadn't finished; looking earnestly at me he added, "We won't be teased for being turned out like this, will we?" I suddenly realised they were both actually more sensitive than they liked to appear but I put their minds at rest. I took a long, cool look at these two rather pleasant, freckle-faced boys in their somewhat outlandish attire. Something was worrying me but I couldn't put my finger on it.

We settled comfortably into our hide and stretched out. It would be impossible for the enemy to get near us unobserved while, at the same time we were completely hidden from the outside. After a few minutes, Ian asked, "Is it true, all the things we have been hearing about that have been done to you?"

I giggled and thought for a moment before replying, "Depends what you've heard, but yes, probably! There's not much point in anyone embroidering the tales but no one has ever hurt me, apart from that incident at school, which really you shouldn't have heard about! And to tell the truth, I have brought a lot of it upon my self, either by my behaviour or my refusal to co-operate with the enemy! I suppose you know that I share this reputation with James?" The others nodded sagely so I continued, "Nevertheless, there is no reason why we shouldn't win. Although our team is basically younger we are all much better stalkers, and last summer we beat the older boys hollow, which resulted in Mike being held hostage all night and my brother Chris receiving the punishment that was long overdue!"

The twins both laughed but I felt it only fair to remind them of the danger they were in. Mike definitely knew about their regular engagements with Scott and it was clear from his comments that he intended to do something about it. While we were thus engaged in conversation we suddenly heard movements not far away. We immediately stopped our chatter, peering out to see what would transpire.

After a few moments, David and Mark appeared a little way away, creeping through the bushes making use of every available piece of cover. Despite their slow progress they at last passed the entrance to our lair and slowly continued their way. This was our chance. Rather than give our position away by us all pursuing them, I signalled the twins to stay where they were and crept through the ditch (once more covering myself with mud). My prey had not moved far and heard nothing. Removing my water pistol from the waistband of my shorts I took careful aim and the first the newcomers knew of my presence was the feel of water on their backs. Whirling round we found ourselves face to face but it was already too late for them. I ordered them to stand still and raise their hands, which they did after a moment's consideration. Pulling the bushes back I invited them to join my pals in our "den".

The twins were ecstatic. Completely concealed, they were able to observe the whole proceedings and were delighted to have made a capture so early in the game. My prisoners were forced to their knees and while I took care of David, the other two looked after Mark. Taking the rope our captives had in their pockets each boy's hands were tied tightly behind his back, his wrists crossed, the rope looped round both horizontally and vertically before being firmly cinched off and knotted well out of reach of searching fingers. I inspected my friends' handiwork but I needn't have bothered - I had already seen what they were capable of and Mark's hands had been tied tightly and competently. Both boys struggled for a few moments but gave it up almost immediately as a lost cause. Two rags were produced, balled up and stuffed unceremoniously into the prisoner's mouths - they made no attempt to resist - and a moment later the gags had been completed with a second cloth forced between their teeth and tied at the back of their necks.

"Are we going to interrogate them?" Duncan asked eagerly. I thought for a moment and said, "Probably not much point at this stage. If they all split up as we did they won't have much information and the sound of their suffering is only likely to attract unwelcome attention. We'll keep them here for the time being. Tie their feet and hog-tie them". Mark and David were pushed forward roughly onto their faces and Duncan and Ian set to with a will. The prisoners didn't resist although David twisted his head round to glare up at me reproachfully over his gag (we were after all fellow patrol members and would normally have been in the same team!), and a few moments sufficed to render them completely helpless. The hog-ties had been applied so tightly their fingers were brushing their heels - there didn't appear to be much I could teach this pair!

I had been concentrating on these two and therefore didn't hear the foliage move as someone entered the end of the ditch behind me. A voice behind me said, "You are so right!" and I whirled round to find myself face to face with Scott, a grin from ear to ear splitting his face. My pistol was tucked safely into the top of my shorts and there was no point in reaching for it. I was staring into the newcomer's levelled weapon and would have stood no chance. I expected him to tie me up immediately, but instead he ordered me to untie David. I freed him from the hog-tie and somewhat reluctantly unfastened his hands. He rubbed his wrists briefly then removed his own gag even as I was loosing his feet. With his mouth free he turned to me and said, "You are so dead, squirt!" He looked towards Scott and said, "Leave this one to me!"

Scott didn't argue but turned to the remaining prisoner, and began first to remove his gag before dealing with the hog-tie. Meanwhile, David had spun me around, pulled my hands behind my back and was lashing them tightly, palm to palm. A gag followed and then I was pushed to the ground before my ankles were tied. While he worked, he told Scott that his brothers were expected to return in a few minutes. Scott looked up with an evil grin and said, "Listen, I have a plan." He turned to Mark whose ankles were still tied although his hands were by now free and said, "Sorry but you will have to remain tied up for a little while." Mark began to protest but Scott continued, "When they return they will be expecting to find two prisoners. We will leave Richard in David's place and retie your hands and it should give us time to trap them both here." Mark thought for a moment, then grinned and without another word put his hands behind his back. Scott tied his wrists again, then rolled him over and placed him in a loose hog-tie. Finally, he replaced the boy's gag.

Meanwhile David, as good as his word, was getting his revenge on me. He placed a noose around my elbows, then drew it tighter and tighter until my elbows were touching, then he wrapped more loops around my arms, cinched it off and knotted it. Finally he pushed my feet up over my butt and tied my wrists and ankles together. I was unable to move. Scott looked across at me, gasped and said, "Will he be alright like that?"

"Sure!" David replied. "He's keen on gymnastics and the most flexible guy in the troop." I silently cursed him for passing that information on. "We had better be quick; the other two could be back any minute." They dragged me into position alongside Mark and quickly left us, to take up position concealed in the undergrowth near the entrance.

It was a strange feeling to be lying bound, alongside one of the enemy! I turned my head to look at Mark and he gave me an evil grin behind his gag. I struggled frantically but fruitlessly. With my elbows tied tightly together behind my back my hands were useless, even without the lashing round my wrists. The strict hog-tie further reduced my mobility and I writhed and fumed, knowing that in a few minutes my friends would walk into a trap which I was powerless to prevent. Mark watched me with an amused expression on his face. Although his gag had been replaced loosely and was probably ineffective, his hands had been retied properly. Nevertheless, he lay quite still, watching my hopeless bid for freedom, in the certain knowledge that in a few minutes he would be free and gloating over not one but three trussed victims.

We hadn't long to wait. In a few minutes a rustling announced the arrival of one of the twins. Moments later I heard whispers and realised his brother must have joined him. Watching the entrance I saw the two boys climb into the leafy half-light of the ditch. They looked at the bound forms without noticing that one had changed and I heard one of them say, "That's odd - where has Richard gone?" A closer examination would have provided them with an answer but they had no time for this as I saw a shadowy form appear silently behind them and David's voice say softly, "That's far enough - stay exactly where you are and raise your hands above your heads." The twins glanced at one another, whipped their water pistols out and whirled around to face their aggressor. It was a foolish move - wet patches were spreading across their shoulders before they had even spotted David. "Sorry lads," he chortled. "By the rules of the game you are both prisoners. Put your weapons down and then raise your hands as I asked you!"

Duncan and Ian reluctantly accepted defeat and carefully complied with his request. As they did so, their brother crept into the lair. The look of shock that passed across their faces was worth seeing. "Hello, little brothers, " he laughed gleefully, "It's pay back time!" Again the younger boys looked at one another and then Ian asked, "But where is Richard?" David invited them to turn around, their hands still above their heads and at last realisation dawned - they looked open mouthed at me while I grinned up at them behind my gag. David was talking again. He pushed Ian forwards towards Mark and said, "Untie him!" The younger boy looked at the unwavering water pistol and realised he had no choice. David then spoke to Scott; "I'll cover that one," - indicating Ian - "While you tie the other one's hands". Scott stepped up behind his brother, at the same time ordering him to lower his hands. As he did so, Scott seized his wrists, pulling them behind his back. He pulled out a length of rope but before he was able to begin I heard Duncan whisper, ""You won't hurt us, will you?" The older boy looked shocked, and replied, "No of course not, but don't expect any favours either!" The prisoner relaxed, looking relieved and within a few moments his hands were tightly lashed together, palm to palm, as mine were.

Meanwhile, Ian was reluctantly taking care of Mark. Working slowly he untied the rope holding the boy's hands and feet together and even as he did so, Mark pushed his gag out of his mouth with his tongue. Ian next turned to Mark's ankles, quite clearly deliberately leaving the hands till last, but as he did so, Mark said, "That's quite alright - take as long as you like. You're not going anywhere!" He looked down at me and grinned, "It's been fun Richard but I'm sorry, I have to go now. I guess you will be hanging around a little longer!" Ian finished his task and free at last, Mark rubbed his wrists for a few moments. Then David addressed Ian roughly, "Right you, over hear, turn round and put your hands behind your back!" Scott stepped forward and delightedly dealt with his other brother in exactly the same way as the first. With their hands tied behind their backs - a whole new experience for both boys - the twins looked at one another rather crestfallen but said nothing.

With all three of us satisfactorily restrained, I was relieved to be released from the hog-tie. Despite my bound ankles, I struggled into a sitting position and waited to see what would happen next. Scott looked at Duncan and said, "I'm sorry, but I am going to have to take your specs off. I think they will be safer!" Duncan gave his brother a wry grin and replied, "Well, I'm hardly in a position to stop you, and I certainly can't do it for you!" Scott giggled, reached up and removed the precious objects; Duncan blinked and said that the case was in his pocket. Safely put away, Scott returned them to his brother's shorts pocket and said, "Right, time to gag these two." They had no time to protest as Mark and David immediately stepped forward with the wadded cloths. Duncan obligingly opened his mouth to enable his captors to push the pad firmly home but Ian was more reluctant, clamping his jaws tightly closed. A waste of effort - even without the presence of Mark and David, Scott knew precisely how to deal with this. He stepped forward and grasped the youngster's nose between finger and thumb. A few seconds later he was gasping for air and the cloth was stuffed without ceremony into his mouth. Duncan's gag had already been secured - a moment later and so was Ian's. They would have no more opportunity to protest.

Mark proposed that they should take us all back to their base and David immediately concurred. Scott however was savouring this moment and insisted his brothers should be further secured. My heart sank for them. Scott was really enjoying himself and had no intention of letting them off lightly. The other two boys were more than happy to enjoy the spectacle so didn't argue with Scott - they merely passed some more rope to him and waited. Seizing Duncan by the arms he turned him around once more and began to bind his elbows as mine were. The younger boy struggled a little, ineffectually, and David himself protested mildly. Scott simply laughed and said, "These two are keen on gymnastics too. Today they are going to regret their flexibility." Duncan was powerless to resist and was quickly trussed like me. His brother looked on anxiously. His turn came all too soon and again unable to put up any resistance his elbows were seized tightly together behind his back.

But Scott had still not finished and asked for some short lengths of cord. These were produced immediately and now I realised what had been bothering me about their dress earlier - their belts! I have often stated in these tales that James and I were both pretty skinny. Because of this (and our respective parents' propensity for buying us clothes that were too large, or in my case making me wear my brother's cast offs) we were the only pair in the whole of "The TUG Group" who wore belts with our shorts when not in uniform. That said, they would have been completely ineffective with the gym shorts we both wore for these games if we hadn't hitched the elastic waste band up through the belt, and then tucked it over. It did mean that we wore our shorts somewhat shorter than was intended but our belts were invisible. Scott had finished tying Ian's elbows but before the younger boy even had an opportunity to test his bonds, an exercise in futility, he had taken one of the pieces of cord Mark handed to him and carefully lashed his brother's wrists to his belt! Within moments he had done the same for Duncan and their misfortune was complete. Their arms were fastened rigidly behind them and it would be impossible for them to free themselves without help. I looked at Scott with awe - he might always have been a victim before but clearly he had thought long and deeply about the vengeance he would wreak on his brothers...

Scott, David and Mark withdrew to the hut for a brief council and I was relieved that our mouths had been left free temporarily. I looked at the twins - they were wriggling round on the ground trying to get comfortable, which was not easy with their tightly bound arms, and wrists still lashed to their belts - and asked them if they were OK. They both looked up and grinned, then Ian answered, "We'll live! Neither of us expected Scott to be so original with his rope work. I don't know where he gets his ideas from!" - I could hazard a guess - "I'm sure Duncan was as surprised as me when we saw you with your arms lashed behind you like that. We have been able to make our elbows touch behind us since we were very small but thought we were almost unique." He added ruefully, " Still, we would be far more comfortable if big brother hadn't known!"

I struggled into a more comfortable position - only marginally easier than for the twins - and said, "We won't have long. When they come out they will try to make sure we can't reach one another and get free that way, and they will certainly put our gags back." Ian was closest to me and I told him to wriggle round and I would try to free his hands before we were spotted. It took us a little while to position ourselves but I was gratified to hear a low murmur of conversation coming from the hut - we were clearly unobserved. I set to work on the belt lashing first and had some luck - the knot was readily accessible and in a few moments I heard Ian breathe a sigh of relief as he obtained a little more freedom. Next we both lay down and I set to work on his elbows, More difficult but my perseverance was rewarded. Now I was scared that we would be caught before I could set my pal free so I redoubled my efforts, despite the pain in my arms, held rigidly behind my back. Walking had been difficult with our arms tied and certainly running was out of the question. Perhaps that is why our captors had not bothered to retie our ankles (or perhaps they were just being slack), but as I worked I whispered, "Don't attempt to untie either of us. When your hands are free get away as fast as you can and try to get some help. I will try to liberate Duncan but we are running out of time!" Ian looked sorrowfully at his tightly bound brother but Duncan immediately reinforced my comments, "Yes, go! Don't waste Richard's efforts."

Suddenly his hands were free and our pal was on his feet. Then three things happened at once. Ian made a dash for the clearing, away from the hut and as he did so our captors appeared at the door, in time to see their fleeing prisoner. Scott made a move to pursue him but at that moment Robert stumbled into the clearing, hands tied behind his back and securely gagged. He was followed by Mike and Andrew who had clearly pushed him through the final boundary of bushes causing their prisoner to stagger inelegantly. This unexpected development brought Scott to a momentary halt, sufficiently long to ensure that Ian made good his escape. As the former turned again to follow his brother he was called back by David who pointed out it was unlikely he would catch him. "Don't worry, we know how to deal with escaped prisoners," David added sinisterly.

Robert had been pushed to the ground and this time they were taking no chances. His ankles and knees were rapidly lashed together and then our foes turned their attention to me. Mark approached and looking down at me he said, "My word, you have been busy. What a shame your friend didn't wait for you! I guess we will have to think of some way to discourage a repeat performance." Duncan's feet were bound and with his hands still tied to his belt he was once more helpless. I on the other hand was hauled to my feet and pushed towards a young sapling. I knew exactly what was about to happen but resistance was useless. I sensed someone step behind me and a hand closed over my face. I should have been expecting this but as I opened my mouth to protest a new rag was stuffed unceremoniously into my mouth and tied in place. I was gagged once more. Now I was forced onto my knees, my back against the young tree, my legs were pulled back none too carefully, my trainers and socks were pulled off, and my ankles were crossed behind the trunk and lashed together. Duncan watched proceedings, his eyes wide. He was clearly wondering if this was about to happen to him. Now I felt a pair of hands force my shoulders forwards and at last my elbows were released. Despite my gag, I let out an audible sigh of relief. My hands followed but because my arms were by now very stiff, I put up no struggle at all (little good it would have done me in any case!). With no resistance on my part my tee shirt was pulled up and over my head and then my arms were raised, pulled backwards behind my head and the trunk of the tree, my wrists were crossed and bound and at last I was free of the attentions of our captors. They stood back and admired their handiwork while I wondered if I was about to be interrogated. This was worrying - I had nothing useful to tell them but if they started to tickle me (and my bare ribs stretched taut by my unnatural position were simply crying out for attention) would they think I was merely trying to hold out on them? My mind was quickly put at rest however by Mike who said, "Don't worry, we're not going to torture you. Well, not yet anyway!"

ps- If you really don't want to post here, perhap we could chat or e-mail some of our expierences.....;)

To all the people who are complaining, all I can do is wonder if your computers have scroll buttons like mine does. Because if there's something you don't like, or that offends you, wow, it's really, really easy to make it disappear from you screen by using them. I know I do when I see the endless bitch-a-thons.

C'mon, can't we all be big enough to accept that there are different paople here, with different tastes, and be tolerent? I mean, Richard epic stories aren't my cup of tea, but I don't bitch and moan about them being here. I simply move past them. And I mean no offense to Richard or his many fans. I'm truly glad that you have a place to share your stories, and those who love them have a place to read them. Can't we all try to have this attitude towards others?

I was now trussed in a way that I have mentioned before in these tales, but at the risk of belabouring the point I would like to take a moment to describe it a little more fully and perhaps give a better appreciation of my predicament. First, a relatively small tree would be selected. It was important that the prisoner's feet could be drawn back sufficiently far to cross his ankles behind the trunk and there lash them together. This ensured the victim would remain kneeling while the pressure of the trunk on the lower back forced him slightly forward. As I have said, his hands would then be pulled above and behind his head and similarly tied at the wrists, behind the tree trunk. No ropes were actually tied to the tree - it was unnecessary if the right sized sapling was used, as the prisoner would find himself unable either to stretch his hands upwards or bring them lower down behind his head to gain relief. It goes without saying that my mates were masters when it came to selecting a suitable specimen. I suppose it is what today would be termed a stress position. It was preferable to co-operate with your captors and once your feet were bound resistance was quite useless in any case. The prisoner would invariably (and obligingly) find that, as his hands and arms were drawn upwards and back, he would arch his back in an automatic reflex, to accommodate his captors as they were lashing him in position. Only when they had finished and he was properly trussed would he find out - too late - that it was impossible to relax! His body would be arched like a bow and with skinny kids like James and me the skin would be stretched as taut as a drum across our ribs. Thus one would remain until released and it goes without saying it was a prime and oft used method used to secure our foes prior to interrogation. They were often ready to reveal all they knew even before they felt the silky caress of a fingertip, run lightly down the side of their ribs! Time and again I thanked my stars for my flexibility although sometimes it would take an hour or so for the stiffness to wear off.

But I digress. My position would not normally have encouraged me to wonder what would happen next (or to whom) but an unusual situation had arisen. David and Robert were brothers and in my experience had never fought on opposite sides. While my older brother, Chris, often teased me gently which resulted in our indulging in "play fights" (and I guess similarly with Scott and his brothers), I had never heard any word of dissent pass between these two. But now Robert (the elder by a year) was a bound prisoner, and his younger brother had so far taken the lead in arranging our fate. Would he try to go easy on his sibling? I needn't have worried and my team-mate didn't have to wait long to find out.

Robert was still lying on his stomach, his wrists crossed and bound and his ankles and knees lashed together. He was of course gagged. Our captors went into a very brief huddle and I heard a few whispered comments, then David, Scott and Mark stepped up to Robert and began to untie his legs. Mike had disappeared into the hut. As soon as Robert' s feet were free Mark grasped his (now unbound) knees, forcing them as far apart as he could. At the same time Scott grasped his feet and, after deftly removing socks and trainers, pulled them upwards and together until they were crossed. Showing no compassion for his brother, David then mercilessly lashed his ankles together in this position. As he finished, Mike reappeared carrying a 6-foot stave and more rope. Mark maintained the pressure on the prisoner's legs, if anything increasing it somewhat while Mike and David, taking a leg apiece lashed the stave tightly across Robert's legs, behind his knees. When they had finished he was unable to move and naturally would be incapable of standing or rolling over - the projecting stave would see to that. Next, David took a further length of rope and lashed it to the boy's already tightly bound wrists. This he led over the prostrate figure's right shoulder across his chest, over the other shoulder and back down to the tied hands. Taking a turn around the wrists he heaved on the rope mightily, forcing Robert's hands high up his back. Despite his bound mouth Robert uttered a single yelp through his gag but he was powerless to resist. Within a few moments David had lashed the line securely, taking care that none of his knots would be within reach of his brother's fingers (although it was doubtful if he could have done much with his hands pulled so high). If Robert thought he would now be left to his misery he was sadly mistaken. Mike passed a further rope to David who lashed it to Robert's ankles, pulled them hard up over his butt and tied it off once again to his wrists, carefully ensuring the prisoner would have no freedom of movement in his legs. Robert was now immobilised. If he tried to stretch his arms to relieve the pressure on his legs, he was prevented by the cord around his shoulders. The hog-tie naturally ensured he could not raise his arms further up his back (virtually impossible in any case as David had made sure they were as high as they would go) or stretch his legs. If the enemy were testing David's loyalty, he must have passed with flying colours!

Our captors had been careful to leave Duncan where he could see what was taking place. He had watched wide eyed while I was trussed up and then followed every move as Robert was bound. As a neophyte to these activities he was in the unenviable position of being able to watch from afar, as it were, what was likely to happen to him in a few minutes. I knew only too well, from our earlier conversations, that much of his bravado (and the same applied to his twin) had been assumed for the benefit of their new friends. I could also tell from his expression that, despite his apparently poor eyesight, he had taken in every nuance of the scene unfolding before him. The simple anticipation of what lay in store for him must have been torture! Separated now from his escaped brother - until Ian departed they had seemed joined at the hip - I found myself feeling profoundly sorry for him, despite myself.

With Robert now trussed to the satisfaction of our captors Duncan's turn had arrived. I actually saw him give a slight shudder as the older boys moved towards him. However, bowed but not broken. They surrounded the youngster and his older brother poked him playfully with a toe before asking, "So, what do you think we should do with you, little brother?" Duncan stared back, and with an impish grin said, "How about if I join your side?" His four tormentors were stopped in their tracks. They looked at one another, then down at their captive who grinned impudently back at them. Then suddenly the woods echoed with their laughter. As it subsided a small voice said, "guess that means no, then. Still, it was worth a try!"

Before he could speak again Mike, still trying to control his mirth, said, "For heavens sake keep him quiet!" Without more ado, Mark stooped beside the prisoner, stuffed the obligatory rag in his mouth - Duncan must have been expecting it and made no attempt to resist - and tied it in place in the usual manner. No more joking for Duncan. In fact he was about to fair reasonably well. You will recall that his arms were still tied behind his back at wrist and elbow and the former were attached to his belt. Additionally his ankles were tied. Scott and David now reached down, rolled him onto his back (quite uncomfortable with his arms trussed as they were) and, grasping him by his shoulders and knees, carried him a few yards across the clearing. There they deposited him once more upon his back. It was only now that I noticed the all too familiar stakes, driven into the hard ground last summer and used to secure James and me, had been replaced. I, at least, now knew what Duncan's fate was to be and he being almost a year older than me and a couple of inches taller, shouldn't be too uncomfortable. Duncan however wasn't gifted with my insight and appeared less sanguine. His ankles were untied but before his legs could be seized and stretched out to the waiting stakes he lashed out with both feet simultaneously. It was a futile gesture. Stretched on his back, his arms tightly bound and immobilised behind his back beneath him, he was quickly overpowered and all he obtained for his efforts was the loss of his trainers and socks. Hands grasped his legs firmly, stretching him out and in moments his ankles were each tightly bound to a stake. Now at last, he was helped (quite gently) into a sitting position, his hands were first freed from his belt and then his elbows were finally untied. Next, the lashing on his wrists was removed but this time they were taking no chances. Before the final turns were removed Mike and David grasped an arm each, leaving him no opportunity to resist. Like me he was stripped of his shirt and then he was stretched out and his arms tied to the remaining stakes. To make sure he was unable to move (remember, the stakes had been positioned uncannily accurately to hold me who was smaller), his arms were stretched out taught and the lashing was placed a couple of inches from his wrists. He would be unable to move, or reach the ropes holding him. The fight had gone out of him and he lay quite still, but I felt relieved for my new pal - he was certainly more comfortable than he had been for a while and his cheeky remark had appealed to my sense of humour. Still, I was grateful that he didn't realise that having his shirt removed would probably spell worse to come later. Oh well, we were both in the same boat there!

One thing did puzzle me. When we had split up earlier, Robert had been accompanied by Paul. Where was he? When Robert was brought in by Mike he had been gagged. Maybe because of the drama that followed as Ian made good his escape, he remained so and we therefore had no opportunity to hear his news (we at least did get a drink!). Clearly Paul had not been captured but had he been in a position to see Robert being taken? These thoughts (and many others) chased each other around my mind as my arms got stiffer and my back began to ache.

I watched Robert, lying hog-tied on the ground before me. Despite his bonds he was desperately trying to manoeuvre himself towards the staked out Duncan. It did at least give him something to do although, since he was making no progress he might have saved his energy (had he reached our pal, it would have made no difference - there was no way he could have reached Duncan's ropes with his own hands tied as they were). Almost, I envied Robert - his wrists would be sore and he was completely immobilised, but otherwise he was comparatively comfortable! I for my part fell into a reverie, convinced that we were all destined to spend the rest of the afternoon here.

My mind wandered for a long while, and then, attracted by a movement I looked up. It was Duncan who had interrupted my thoughts. He had previously allowed his head, not unnaturally, to sink down onto the ground. In his situation it was by far the most comfortable thing to do. But now he was craning his neck, so far as his tightly stretched limbs would allow and peering all round. I followed his lead and in a few moments was rewarded by the sight of the bushes moving. A few moments later I saw James peering furtively from them. He spotted me almost immediately and then the prone form of Robert, still struggling despite the hog-tie, but showed no surprise whatsoever. After ensuring the coast was clear he crept out of his hiding place closely followed by Ian. He came straight to me and said, "We've brought you a present". He gave a low whistle, the bushes parted again, and Roger, Matthew and David stumbled into the clearing, closely followed by Paul and Stuart who were acting as guards and had assisted their prisoners by propelling them none too gently into the clearing. The three captives were tightly gagged with their hands tied behind their backs.

Ian spotted his brother, gasped and ran straight to him but was brought up by James calling him back. At the same time Robert noticed his brother with his hands tied behind him. Despite his uncomfortable position on the ground I saw a smile of delight on his face behind his gag. Ian rejoined Stuart who said, "I'm sorry about this Richard but we must get these packages hidden away properly before anyone comes so you three will have to stop here for the time being. If we set you free now we might get interrupted and caught and even if we were successful, someone could return here, find you gone and start a hue and cry. We will be as quick as we can and then come back to free you!" They rounded up their prisoners and lead them away to an unknown destination.

When I spotted James I had let out a sigh of relief that our ordeal was seemingly about to end so you can possibly imagine my disappointment when Stuart said his piece. Nevertheless I could see some sense (not much!) in what he said and it was good to know that freedom was probably only a few minutes away. I actually relaxed a little to await the return of our buddies.

Some time passed and the bushes moved once more. I looked up with interest expecting to see some of our team returning but was shocked when Mike appeared closely followed by Scott. Mike approached and said, "We came back to check that you are all OK". I was touched by his concern although I didn't hear him offering to change places! Mike fetched some water bottles and removed Robert's and my gags and helped us to drink all we wished. Meanwhile, Scott had gone to his younger brother and lifting his head quite gently, did the same for him. Despite the concern being shown for our welfare it didn't extend any further than the water - as soon as each of us had finished, our gags were put back just as securely as before. Never mind, in a few minutes we would all be free and hopefully gloating over some new prisoners.

As Scott finished tying off Duncan's gag and let his head drop down once more I heard a commotion in the woods not far off. Some shouts and the sound of a scuffle was followed by a loud blast on a whistle. Our two benefactors immediately ran off leaving us puzzled and worried but we didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later Mike returned with Andrew. They were frog-marching my fair-haired pal Stuart, no longer the suave sophisticate in full control of the situation. He had already been stripped of his tee shirt, his hands tied behind his back and gagged. He was struggling furiously between his captors but to no avail. Bringing up the rear of this cavalcade were Scott and Mark. They had a prisoner between them too - the luckless Ian. He had also been stripped down to his shorts but was more sanguine than his teammate and came along quietly. By now he must have been fully aware that he could expect no mercy from his brother. Like Stuart he was already securely gagged and once more his captors had taken the opportunity to seize his bound hands to the back of his belt. I wasn't sure if either twin actually needed the belt to keep their pants up or just wore it out of habit, but I guessed that both of them would think twice before wearing one here again!

Stuart of course had known exactly what was going to happen to him when Mike produced the long ropes. Not so Ian. Once more I observed one of these poor lads watching wide eyed and open mouthed (well, he would have been if it hadn't been for his gag!) knowing only too well that he was about to suffer the same fate. And so it was. In a few moments both boys were tightly lashed and, stretched on tiptoe but held by the long rope they both gyrated gently in their bonds where, despite their bound ankles, they had no chance of losing their footing!

I was anxiously doing sums in my mind. I guessed that James and Paul had made good their escape and since there was no sign of Roger, Matthew and David our buddies had probably managed to secrete their prisoners before being ambushed. Putting the best complexion on it, that meant we were holding three prisoners leaving four of the opposition free (all of whom were here with the obvious intent of terrorising their own captives!). Not good, since they were now holding five of us leaving only two free. This game was going belly up! Well, you can't win 'em all. At least Mike knew it would be futile to question me (or Robert or Duncan) about the remainder of our team. My schoolboy logic was fine but there was a fatal flaw - one's friends (or temporary enemies!) can be as devious as hell!

The two new prisoners were well and truly trussed to the satisfaction of all our captors who were now in a position to stand back, admire their handiwork and relax. There were four of them here and they knew it would be suicide for the remains of our team to launch any sort of attack or attempt a rescue. Mike took us all in with a sweeping glance and looking at me said, "I'll bet you are glad to see your little pal here" - he took hold of the long rope securing Ian's hands and feet and rather unkindly gave it a shake, making my bound friend pirouette precariously - "has decided to come back and enjoy the party!" I wasn't so sure. I had a feeling he would have been much better off going away for the weekend!

Mike was speaking again, and as always his perception was frightening. "These young devils" - pointing at Stuart and Ian - "were surprised and caught making their way here. I have a feeling you wouldn't be astonished if I told you your other two mates were with them but they chose to run off rather than face the medicine with their friends. Pretty shabby I call it," he added, but with a wide grin on his face.

He now moved to Robert, crouched down beside him and cupping the bound boy's chin in his hands lifted his head so the two were staring into each others eyes and continued, "What really worries me is that I think that, shortly before we caught those two" - jerking his thumb towards the two dangling figures - "they had some prisoners with them".

Now he moved to Duncan, again crouched down and looked him in the face before going on, "If that were so, we would be duty bound to rescue them by any means available to us, but they seem to have disappeared off the face of the earth. We think we need to ask some of you some questions and get to the bottom of this." With a genial smile, he added, "What do you think?"

Duncan stared back blankly at his interrogator. He was of course gagged like the rest of us and therefore incapable of replying. For my part, my heart sank for Ian and Stuart. It was clear they were about to be asked to reveal all they knew using the techniques so familiar to all of us!

Mike went and stood in front of the two new captives. He watched them closely for almost a minute and I could see even Stuart, who was less ticklish than some of us, was cringing, waiting for the attack that would inevitably follow. But Mike was speaking again. "My mates and I think you two are the unfortunate victims in all of this, being left in the lurch by your pals and it seems unfair for you to take all the punishment, so we felt someone should act as a substitute."

Suddenly I felt my scalp tingle. They were not going to "torture" Stuart and Ian and it wasn't hard to guess who the lucky victims would be. Just what was it about my fair haired friend that made everyone seemingly want to let him off the hook? Duncan and I had been shirtless since we were brought here and having been tied up for a couple of hours or more would prove very susceptible to our interrogator's advances. Mike would get his revenge for my enabling Ian to escape and my guess was that he was reasoning that Ian would not be able to stand seeing his twin brother being worked over. The devilishness of the scheme was that Mike knew we would be incapable of providing any useful intelligence - only Stuart and Ian had the necessary information.

"First, we will give you a demonstration," Mike said airily. Without removing anyone's gags he gave a signal. Scott strolled up to me and before I could catch my breath he ran a finger lightly down my ribcage. Whether he had been well briefed or the victim of similar sessions at the hands of his brothers I didn't know, but he carried out his duties with cool and clinical precision. Within moments I was laughing and giggling uncontrollably, frantically chewing my gag and when he stopped after only a couple of minutes, tears were streaming down my cheeks. While I caught my breath, Mark began an identical attack on Duncan. This boy was as ticklish as me - two minutes and he was in exactly the same state.

Stuart and Ian exchanged looks of anguish but when they both looked at me I shook my head vigorously, trying to indicate they should hold out and damn the consequences! Mike indicated to his acolytes that Stuart's and Ian's gags should be removed and this was swiftly accomplished. He had seen my gesture and ignoring me stepped over to Duncan who was craning his neck to peer at his twin brother. Stooping down he swiftly removed the boy's gag, at the same time saying, "I thought you might have something to say to your brother."

If Mike thought he was going to plead he was sadly mistaken. Duncan had also seen my shake of the head and yelled defiantly at Ian, "Don't tell them anything!" He didn't have time for more - the soggy balled up wad that Mike had removed was unceremoniously stuffed back into his mouth and Scott stepped forward and secured it in place with the second strip while Mike lifted the boy's head to enable the gag to be tied properly. I was still frantically chewing on my own. I was confident that our gags would from now on remain in place - Duncan and I had nothing constructive to add to the discussion. Stuart and Ian however now had their mouths freed. They stood silent and apprehensive as they waited to see what would happen next.

I myself was anxious - I was certain the next assault would follow without much delay. At the same time I was pleased that both Duncan and Ian had held out. They were clearly made of sterner stuff than any of us would have credited earlier in the day and wouldn't let their loyalty to one another get in the way of their loyalty to their team mates. I had no more time for lofty thoughts. Mike gave his signal and Scott once more took up the challenge. If anything, he was even more devastating this time, but I was determined not to yield. I could see both Stuart and Ian watching me with agonised expressions. Tears of mirth were once more streaming freely and now I was dribbling down my chin, but despite my uncontrollable giggles I again managed to signal them not to give in.

It lasted for five minutes this time and at the end even Mike looked anxiously at me. He whispered to Stuart and Ian that they only had to tell what they knew and I would be spared any further torment but I still managed to grimace at them and shake my head. Duncan was looking fiercely at his brother and giving the same sign. Without more ado, Mark went to work but Duncan bore it stoically until it was time for another pause.

Mike was beginning to get desperate and I felt we were winning the initiative. Robert could see little of what was happening from his position on the ground and Mike now took up a position between Duncan and me. Scott began the next round and I was once more laughing hysterically. Stuart and Ian were watching anxiously hoping for a signal from me when suddenly disaster struck. I realised what was about to happen only a moment before it did. By then it was much too late to save myself - my bladder opened involuntarily and I felt the warm stream running down the inside of my leg. Stuart realised at once what had happened and in that split second called, "Stop! I'll tell you what you want to know." Scott complied immediately and Ian looked blankly at his compatriot - he had no idea what had taken place.

Canuck
I have noticed that when people began a heated debate less stories seem to get posted. This may be a coincidence I dont know. I just wanted to make a suggestion of maybe having seperate areas for a forum/discussion and stories so one does not interupt the other.

Richard
I have a few (not many) stories that I would like to tell about some events that have happened with me and my troop but I am afriad to becuase they might not like having stories told about them. What do you think I should do? Im asking you becuase your stories involve you and your scout friends(even though they took place years ago) and you would probably understand my predicament more than anyone else.
 
 

Shannon and I had been talking and somehow came upon the topic of tieing someone up, she mentioned the movie "Bound" and she had seen it. I had not and the topic progressed further and we decided we would have a wrestling match see who could get the other first tied up. Man, was I in anticipation or what!? This was my first time and Shannon is really hot and not shy either. Plus I have known her for years and we are close (not dating) just really good friends. So two days pass she comes over and i have the room to myself. I help her park because she still cant do it exactlly right, (heh women drivers), and grab her bag and head up to my place. We plop down and start watchin tv, theres kinda some tension in the air...dont know if it was anticipation or nervousness. Anyways i open her bag and she has pantyhose, socks, duct tape, rope, scarves and a whole lot more. Man she was prepared, all I had was some rope and i was the one talking big. Well i grabbed some of the pantyhose and without warning went straight at her and we rolled around a bit. Lemme explain a little about Shannon, shes around 5'4", long blonde hair, blue eyes, great shape-she runs track. She was hard to get down! She grabbed a pair of her pantyhose and we both kept trying to slip out of the loops that the other was tying and then tying our own knots-it just wasnt workin. after 10 minutes we just both collapsed on each other and fell to our back up plan...Paper rocks scissors. She shot rocks, i shot paper. I won. My mind flooded so many ways to tie her and i couldnt think of one! I settled for a simple hands behind the back wrists crossed, legs crossed and tied, and hog-tie. Well needless to say in like 2 minutes she had wiggled free and it was my turn to suffer her fate.

i write the rest later, gotta jet for now

Secondly, with the greatest of respect, people naturally do not feel like posting if they think they are going to be flamed and I reckon that's fair enough, huh? 

The bottom line is that we are all here because we all enjoy the same thing - bondage - so why waste our time and energy flaming each other when we've got bigger problems to woory about, like the generally intolerant world out there that means most of us have to hide our special... interests. 

Anyway, thats my two cents, for what its worth. 

Ken,

About telling your Scouting stories, my advice is to go ahead but with *changed* names so that nobody can tell who your old mates were or even where they came from. That way, no one is hurt or embarrassed. 

Anyway, that's what most people do - hope this helps and looking forwards to seeing your stuff here! 

Doug B, welcome, and hope to read your stories soon.

I, for one, wish I knew the answer.

You may be surprised to know I was a great fan of PH too. I frequently re-read his stories in the archives.

I agree with Mason. All the names in my stories are changed even though the events were a long time ago. If necessary, consider changing location etc. but do please post your stories. There are plenty of readers here eager to hear from you!

Mike looked a little wondrously at me and suddenly ruffled my hair affectionately. He had often seen my family do this and knew I hated it. I angrily tried to shake free from his attentions but trussed as I was this was futile. Mike laughed quietly. He didn't replace my gag but went over to Stuart and spoke so softly even Ian couldn't hear (Stuart afterwards told us he confirmed I was fine). Then, in a louder voice he asked Stuart what he had to say.

My friend first confirmed that Roger, Matthew and David were indeed prisoners (or had been when he and Ian were captured). They were trussed up comfortably and were locked in our own patrol hut! Mike asked who had the key and Stuart replied "James". This was surprising. There were only two keys held by the two most senior members of the patrol (Robert and his brother). Mike thought for a moment and looking at Robert asked, "Haven't you got one?" To enable him to reply, Mike knelt and untied the boy's gag. Robert stretched his jaws and replied, "No, I lent mine to James." Then he added, with a triumphant grin, "David has one but if he has it on him you can't get it now!"

Mike however was not taking any chances. "He came over to me and asked if I had it but I shook my head. Without more ado he ordered the other prisoners to be searched including Robert. I think I was spared this as he was rather misguidedly trying to make up for my "accident". Alternatively, he might just have been reluctant to put his hands in the pockets of my soggy shorts! Either way, no key was found and Robert was quickly gagged again.

Our captors put their heads together. Finally Mike looked up and addressed us all. "It's now after 5.30pm and time is running out." - I was somewhat shocked as I didn't realise it was so late despite having been tied up most of the afternoon. "While Paul and James are still on the loose and have some prisoners I think it is unlikely they will make any further progress as, if they show themselves they run the risk of being captured. I think we should arrange a parley, exchange prisoners and have a "negotiated settlement" now rather than keep you all tied up for another hour or so". Stuart and I both nodded our agreement and Robert, lying at Mike's feet attempted to do so as well.

A stave was fetched, and Stuart's (white) tee shirt was tied to it as a flag of truce. Mike then took out his whistle and blew five long blasts, our recognised signal for a parley. Mike stood up and then addressed all the prisoners. "I'm afraid you will all have to remain trussed a little longer but if we can resolve this we will try to make you a little more comfortable". He strolled across to Stuart and Ian, beckoning Andrew and Scott to come too. Then he spoke again, "Bad news guys. Can't have you two interrupting our discussions". Turning to Andrew and Scott he said curtly, "Gag 'em!"

Without hesitation they began to carry out his instructions. Once more Scott found himself dealing with his younger brother and seemed to carry out his duties with a high degree of relish. Meanwhile, Mike moved round to me. Much more quietly (and gently) he said, "I'm sorry about this Kiddo, but for the sake of appearances yours will have to go back too". I began to reply, "That's, OK. I told you to put it mmmpppf…………!" Mike had stuffed the old saturated wad back into my mouth cutting off my chatter. He wasted little time in tying it back in position, the second cloth forced well in between my teeth. Despite his apparently philanthropic attitude towards me earlier he was taking no risks in replacing my gag!

Now we all waited but not for long. After about five minutes James and Paul reappeared moving furtively through the undergrowth as if they expected a trap. Seeing the newly constructed white flag, they relaxed somewhat and came into the middle of the clearing. Our captors moved into a loose circle around our friends and, immediately suspicious, James and Paul scowled at them and moved to break out. Mike at once put them at ease by saying, "Don't worry. We are not trying to trick you. We think it would be sensible to reach a settlement since we don't think you are likely to gain any further advantage, and the only thing that might happen is for you to be taken as well. We all feel Duncan, Robert and Richard have suffered enough." Moving close to James he spoke a few words in an undertone which no one was able to overhear. James looked at me with a worried expression but embarrassed, I hung my head as my face reddened. He and Paul spoke quickly together and at once signified their agreement. Mike continued, "Before we discuss any terms I do think everyone should be here. Are you willing to fetch your prisoners?" James and Paul nodded their agreement. "OK, in that case we will wait for you to bring them here."

James and Paul left immediately while I found myself thinking, "Oh dear, yet another delay!" Oddly, I wasn't feeling sorry for myself. The wetness had now soaked into my shorts which was rather uncomfortable, but I was gracious enough to acknowledge that this was self-inflicted. In my own mind, Mike was wholly absolved of any blame. My concern was particularly for Robert, lying hog-tied on the ground in what to me seemed a most uncomfortable position.

Our wait was longer this time - maybe 15 minutes or so - and then James and Paul ushered in their three captives. When we had seen them last they each had their hands tied behind their backs in the traditional manner, that is, with their wrists crossed and tightly lashed both horizontally and vertically. Now, their bonds had been changed. Each boy's hands were tied palm to palm and in addition their elbows had been lashed behind their backs. Roger I knew lacked the flexibility to make his elbows meet behind him and they had simply been drawn back as far as he could manage. Matthew and David had faired less well. I wondered if Paul had taken the opportunity to be over zealous with his brother but there was no way we would find out - all three boys were still securely gagged, just as we had seen them last. As they were lead into the clearing Robert managed to raise his head and, with a sickly grin behind his gag, managed to give his brother a wink! I guessed that their restraints had been changed to discomfort them, as some measure of reprisal for the way Duncan, Robert and I had been kept bound.

The three new prisoners were placed in a group away from the rest of us, made to sit, and their feet tied at the ankles.

Now all was set for the parley to take place. Mike had taken the lead so far, but he was pre-empted by James. He held up his hand for silence and began, "First let me say, Paul and I both acknowledge the truth of your comments earlier". He looked around at all his team mates, trussed up in various locations around the clearing and continued, "We accept unconditionally that you are the overall winners and we are grateful for the opportunity to negotiate an exchange of prisoners and thus save some of our mates from further suffering. It seems to me that all we have to decide is how many should remain hostage and who they should be!" I was amazed. James and I were virtually the same age but his confident oratory on this occasion was nothing if not impressive.

Mike looked at him with new respect. "I don't think I could add much to that," he said, with a grin.

James immediately seized the initiative again and added, "Under the circumstances I think it would be wrong for us to ask to retain any hostages. Furthermore, I guess it is only fair that you have the right to a couple (at least) as victors. What do you say?" Before Mike could answer, Scott growled, "Sounds OK to me as long as my brothers count as one!" All those who could chuckled. Even Ian gave a wry grin behind his gag (I wasn't sure how Duncan felt).

Mike looked at his own mates but receiving nods of approval assumed he had been voted spokes person. Without discussion he replied, "I guess we can hardly object to your suggestions. I would propose just one hostage," then, seeing Scott splutter he added, "unless the twins are chosen. We can't really look on them as two people really, can we?" No grin from Ian now - he was looking rather crestfallen! Mike went on, "As outright victors we could have claimed as many hostages as we wished for up to two hours. I suggest, however that who ever it is, is only held for one. We will let you decide between you who it should be and furthermore, since these three" - waving in the direction of Duncan, Robert and myself - "have been held for quite a long time, I propose that the victim should pay his penance after supper, rather than straight away". Our (very limited) negotiating team had no objection to Mike's proposals and thus it was decided straight away. All the prisoners would be set free immediately and while supper was preparing our team would decide who would pay the loser's penance. Mike and his buddies would deal with supper to allow us time to reach a decision.

Stuart looked relieved and anxious at the same time but said quietly, "Ian has been dispatched to heat a large bucket of water so you can wash properly, although he was puzzled by Mike's instructions. I really don't think anyone else knows what happened so we can keep it a secret if you want to!" Mike had by now freed my hands and I was at last able to stretch my aching limbs. While he was working at my bound ankles I looked down at my sodden shorts and replied, with a wry grin, "That may be a little difficult!" 

As Mike finished untying my ankles at last and Stuart helped me to stand stiffly, my erstwhile fellow prisoners surrounded us and a babble of conversation broke out. Everyone who had been present wanted to know why Stuart had suddenly given in. They sensed something was wrong but, as Stuart had suggested, had no idea of the reason. Poor Stuart had proved a very loyal friend in the past. Now he was in a cleft stick and began to stutter that he thought both Duncan and I had suffered enough. I couldn't let my friend take the brunt of the inquisition. I held up my hand for silence and said, "Stuart is trying to save my embarrassment. When Scott started his last assault I peed myself!" Amidst the gasps from my colleagues I added, "It was nobody's fault but my own. I arrogantly thought I could withstand anything but suddenly lost control. Stuart saw what happened and stopped the proceedings!"

Mike had stood on the outside of the circle listening to the conversation and I could sense that he was relieved that I had brought the recent events right out in the open so there would be no need to cover anything up and no room for recriminations. Now he broke through the ring and took charge. "First we need to get you cleaned up! Ian is heating water so you can wash properly". Although Stuart had already told me this, my relief was enormous. It was almost dark now and the prospect of an icy bath in the evening chill was not at all attractive. He continued, "What about clean clothes?" This was a poser. I had clean underwear but otherwise only the shorts I would wear in bed. I would prefer to keep them clean bearing in mind that the night was yet young! The hesitation must have been clear in my eyes. Before I could speak Duncan declared, "No worries. Ian and I both have a spare pair of shorts and Richard is welcome to borrow some!" Without comment from me the decision was made on my behalf. Mike concluded by saying, "OK, once Richard is cleaned up you will have to get together and decide who is to be the hostage. My lot will prepare supper and you can give us your answer over the meal."

I was lead away by my mates who only paused to collect my trainers, socks and tee shirt (and their own!) and back at the tents we found Ian who immediately filled a large bowl with steaming hot water. He was still mystified so while I found a secluded spot, stripped off and bathed the others filled him in on what had really happened. Clean at last I rejoined my mates dressed only in my underpants.

Andrew and Mark had followed us to the camp and relieved Ian at the stove, so the twins lead me to one of the tents followed by the rest of the mob. Outside, I waited while Ian and Duncan rifled their packs. At last they found what they were looking for and handed me a bag containing the shorts. Standing before them in my underpants I felt somewhat exposed. I took the bag gratefully and dashed for the security of the tent, which was illuminated with a powerful flashlight, to dress properly. There I examined what I had been given and let out a strangled cry. My mates crowded in, assuming that I must at least have been stung by a scorpion. When they saw the look of prim horror and what I was holding in my hands they universally fell about laughing.

As I am sure you will have realised I was holding a pair of lederhosen, similar to the ones the twins were wearing. Earlier the boys had indicated they each had a spare pair - they didn't mention having them with them. You may also recall the enthusiasm shown by my comrades for these unusual garments which wasn't shared by me. Seeing the look on my face and my obvious reluctance to don the shorts, Robert said, "Oh, come on Richard, don't stand on ceremony! You've got to wear something and you won't be alone - the twins are both wearing them already." He was of course right. Having already donned my tee shirt, I examined the shorts again then, coming at last to a decision, stepped into them and pulled them on, tucking my shirt in as I did so. Like those the twins were wearing, they were constructed from dark green leather with a smooth and shiny surface. They differed in the way they were fastened - theirs each had two zips at the front, these had a flap fastened at the waste with buttons. Having finished dressing I was surprised to receive complimentary comments from my pals who had decided to stay and watch the show! I was also surprised by how comfortable they were! Until supper was served I felt most self-conscious but gradually I guess I became used to them and actually forgot I was wearing them! But I digress…

Mike's team, as good as their word, were busy preparing supper (well, minus David. He joined us having decided he had been "an enemy" long enough!). We would have to decide who was to be the "victim", willing or otherwise, but before that we all wanted to hear each other's stories and fill in the missing gaps. As far as the twins and I were concerned, as we were captured early in the afternoon and then spent the rest of it tied up (well, two of us did!), our tale was soon told. However, we were anxious to hear how Robert was captured, what happened to Ian after his escape and how James and co succeeded in catching three prisoners at once. Also, we had heard the scuffles but were desperately curious to hear of Stuart's downfall and Ian's recapture!

The mention of Ian's departure caused a loud babble of excited chatter. We both received effusive congratulations for this effort but Ian looked rueful and replied, "When these two" - pointing at his brother and me - "told me to make good my escape I didn't know what to do!" He looked at his brother and continued, "It was a wrench having to leave Duncan behind, and as for Richard I felt sure they would make him suffer for setting me free. He is the one who deserves the praise - I certainly couldn't have done the same with my elbows tied and my hands tied to my belt!" We all giggled as we recalled the look of surprise on the faces of our captors as they watched Ian flee.

It was Robert's turn to add his bit now. Turning to David he said, "What on earth made you tie me up like that? I couldn't move a muscle!"

David actually looked a little embarrassed and then grinned before replying, "You didn't think I would be easy on you, just because we are brothers, did you?" Robert nodded his assent as David went on, "Actually, I knew you were better off than the other two. Did you realise Mike deliberately left your tee shirt on while he had the other two stripped to their shorts? I think he had always intended them for interrogation knowing how ticklish Richard is. He was not pleased that Richard had helped Ian to escape and when Ian was recaptured it took him only a moment to put his devilish plan together!"

This led us naturally to think about our other mates. Stuart and James stuck together, employing similar tactics to those I and the twins had intended, but with more success, which largely was a result of their failing to make contact with the enemy. They had scoured a large area of the woods but Mike's team had kept one step ahead (or were busy dreaming up ways to cause me and the other prisoners maximum discomfort!). Time was passing and they were about to begin a sweep towards the enemy base in the hope (and expectation) of finding prisoners. Suddenly, a figure crept out of the undergrowth and they were amazed to see Ian. Quickly getting him under cover they extracted his tale and decided a rescue must be launched. They broke cover and were about to advance when they heard a low whistle. Freezing in their tracks they looked all round but could see nothing. Then a soft call caused them to look up. Not twelve feet away was Paul's smiling face, grinning down at them from above. From his perch he spoke softly, "You lot do make a racket. I have been watching you for ages and heard every word! Get back under cover and I'll come down and join you".

They did so and as good as his word, Paul leapt from his hideout and joined the group. He was now able to tell them that, having been keeping a lookout from much higher up, he knew that Roger, Matthew and David were making a sweep in this direction (The latter, it would transpire, had set out to locate this group when our captors left us to our own devices. Mike, Scott, Mark and Andrew went off to scout different areas). Paul reckoned they had maybe five minutes before the arrival of the enemy but despite having the element of surprise, he felt they would be unlikely to capture them all without a little subterfuge. His suggestion was that he would return to his perch. The others were then to secrete themselves (not too well) under cover but ensure that they made enough noise to be discovered. He gave two vital instructions. First, they were to remain in a tight group near the bottom of his tree, and second they must surrender (and remain close together) as soon as they were challenged.

They didn't have much time for discussion and Paul was brimming with confidence so his plan was accepted, although reluctantly by Ian, who was still a little ambivalent regarding the joys of being taken prisoner! Paul clambered back into the tree like a monkey (we often used to tease him gently about his skill, asking how he managed to conceal his tail in his shorts!) and the others took up position, keeping up a low murmur of conversation while maintaining an exemplary look out. In this way they spotted the approach of the enemy, saw their reaction to the talking, watching them split up and carefully surround my pals. Stuart and James at least, were knowledgeable enough to know that, had they been surrounded in this way under normal circumstances, captivity would inevitably follow.

After a few moments Roger called out to them from his place of concealment that they were surrounded, and advised them to surrender. Keeping up the ploy, the chatter stopped immediately but the silence only lasted a moment. It was followed by an urgent whispered conversation and then Roger, Matthew and David were rewarded by the sight of their adversaries throwing out their weapons and leaving the bushes with their hands above their heads. The three prisoners stood together in a small group waiting anxiously to meet their fate.

Roger and Matthew were ecstatic having succeeded in catching three at once, particularly as they knew of our captivity from David! They didn't think to move the group or split them up (they really had no reason to), but ordered them to stand in a line, their hands still raised and turn around. Roger and David covered the prisoners (fortunately at close range) while Matthew stepped up to the first in line - Stuart - and ordered him to put his hands behind his back. Stuart obliged and Matthew already had several turns of rope applied to the boy's wrists when "all hell broke out!" Matthew was struck by the water jet first - Stuart was close enough to feel the splashes. Roger was next and instead of trying to make his escape, David looked around, drew his weapon and tried to fight it out. Paul was not only a crack shot - he had gravity on his side. There was no possibility of him being hit from the ground and in seconds he was demanding the surrender of the enemy. They exchanged glances but then good-naturedly accepted defeat and dropped their weapons. James and Ian immediately grabbed them to cover their prisoners, while Paul jumped down and helped Stuart who was struggling to free his partially bound wrists. Rôles were reversed, and a few minutes later Roger, David and Matthew found themselves securely gagged with their hands tied tightly behind their backs, not quite the result they had anticipated when they first discovered my pals! It was only a short time later that they were briefly paraded in front of us, on their way to their own incarceration.

Stuart had remained largely silent so far, merely nodding his agreement from time to time. He now took up the tale. "We knew we would find you three comfortably tied up" - Duncan gave an involuntary shudder - "but with three prisoners I felt we just couldn't risk wasting time setting you free at that moment. You will have to believe me when I tell you it was a wrench, and not just for Ian, to leave you all there, but we thought it would only be for a few minutes! We took our captives to our own hut and I must say we made a good job of making them comfortable! We sat each of them down" - we were the proud possessors of an old, straight backed dining chair and two folding wooden chairs - "with their hands still tied, making sure they were behind the backs of their chairs. Then we tied their ankles, pulled their legs well back underneath their chairs so their feet were off the ground and joined their ankles tightly to their wrists. Just to make sure they stayed put, we then tied each of their elbows to one side or another of their chair backs. When we had finished they really looked sorry for themselves!"

"You did tie us savagely tight!" David interjected ruefully.

"Well, we tied you savagely tight, anyway," Stuart replied with a broad grin. "After we saw what you had done with your brother it was no more than you deserved!" We all joined in the laughter at David's expense, while Robert added with mock severity, "I was quite shocked by what you did to me. When you had finished I couldn't move a muscle! Whose idea was it?

"All my own, big brother," David smirked, "although, when I'd finished, even Mike congratulated me!"

Stuart was speaking again, " To be honest, we all felt it was a little outside the rules to lock them in the hut, but we didn't know what else to do. We wanted to rescue you three but knew that we would have to take extreme measures to protect our own prisoners. Time was running on and we didn't want to risk losing our bargaining counter! We locked our prisoners in and relaxed somewhat. I was amazed when James told me he had Robert's key. He must have had a premonition or something! Although we didn't search our prisoners we all assumed that David had his on him and that salved our consciences a little - at least we knew that if they got free they would be able to get out!"

Again David interrupted, "Yeah sure, I had my key but fat chance there was of us getting free. None of us could move an inch, we were of course gagged and once the door was shut it was as black as a coal cellar in there!" Once more we all laughed. We knew that there was plenty of ventilation in the hut but there were no windows and once shut it must have been unbelievably stuffy! James gave him a look, which clearly said 'Do stop complaining!' and took up the tale.

"We began to make our way back to Mike's hut intending to liberate the three of you. We were being outrageously careful and didn't deserve to be surprised, but that is what happened - we walked straight into an ambush! Suddenly we were being bombarded by jets of water - it seemed like there must be a dozen or so of them. Paul and I caught each other's eye and simultaneously decided to make a run for it. I guess it wasn't strictly within the rules but we were facing a demoralising defeat. Lucky we did really, or we might be facing stiffer penalties now!"

It was Ian's turn. "It rather depends what your perspective is," he said wisely. "Stuart and I thought we were well outnumbered and decided to surrender. We were appalled when we discovered it was only Mark and Andrew, but then Mark blew the blast on his whistle that you all must have heard and within a few moments, Mike and Scott were there too. I have to admit my heart sank when I saw my brother. I don't think Duncan and I had taken him seriously earlier today when he kept threatening us with vengeance. I guess that both of us had been lulled into a false sense of security and a belief in our own indestructibility!" It was Duncan's turn to interrupt. "All in all, I think we deserved everything we got from Scott! He has lived for years in fear of his two smaller brothers with no chance of satisfactory retribution and when he had the opportunity this afternoon he was much less harsh on either of us than he could have been!"

I stared open mouthed at Duncan and said, "But you had to suffer a full scale interrogation and…" but before I could finish the other boy interrupted, "Sure, but I had endured much less than either Robert or you by being staked out. Scott could have done much worse if he had wished and as for Ian, he may not have been particularly comfortable but he was spared the assault all together".

Robert couldn't keep quiet any longer. "You are quite right," he said, looking at Duncan, "but Mike knew exactly what he was doing. I guess you were unable to see the look of anguish on your brother's face (meaning Ian), as you were being tortured?" Suitably admonished, Duncan held his peace, allowing Ian to continue.

"With the arrival of Mike and Scott we were soon prisoners. They were none too gentle with us as they pulled our tee shirts off and Stuart whispered a warning that we were probably about to be interrogated. I was grateful to be forewarned but Mike immediately ordered silence and to reinforce his instruction we were carefully gagged. Moments later our hands had been tied behind our backs and we were pushed along the track, back to where you were all being held. It was already obvious that Mark suspected we had had some prisoners with us earlier - thank heavens they never actually saw them, or what we did with them! - And Mike was already mad about my escape." - he looked at me and winked - "Most of the rest you know since you were there. I know we were both warned what to expect if we were captured but I think Mike's devious plan to make me watch Duncan being interrogated was worse than being on the receiving end. I think both Stuart and I both wanted to end it as soon as we saw the tears running down your faces!" - Stuart nodded his agreement.

The camp we went to was one of the camps own by the council. It had tent sites and cabins. Our troop planned on having the youth stay in the cabin and the adults stay in what we called the "doublewide" which is a mobile home type building with two large bedrooms and two smaller bedrooms. But we were informed that the adults and the youth had to stay in the same area to the youth got to camp in the "doublewide" The younger scouts took one large bedroom and the older scouts took the other. It was already dark so stayed in the "doublewide most of the night only leaving for an hour or so to play a game of manhunt which is basically a version of hide-and-seek where there are teams. It was between 9 and 10 PM on a Friday and I was with the older boys in their room. We were goofing off talking and playing cards. We had finished playing the card game and began talking when Tex started to get some rope out. I said "Uh-oh" in anticipation of what was going to happen next. I told Dennis to get behind me and when he did I spread my arms out saying he had to get through me first. While we talking me and Dennis were slowly backing up until we were in the corner near the door. We didn't try to run out since Dennis was barefoot and I had had my boots on but did not want to run and leave him to the sharks. Mean while Dana and Cody sat on their bunks waiting to see whats going to happen next. Tex finally got close to us and then reaching out and looped the rope around one of my wrists and when he tugged on the rope it made the loop tighten around my wrist. I wasn’t worried so I did not attempt to get the rope off my wrist. Tex next started to wrap the rope around my upper body randomly and when he started wrapping Dennis ran across the room. Tex told Cody to grab him which, he did and when he did he held on to him very tightly and Dennis just sat there and waited for his fate. At the same time I was frantically spinning around keeping myself from being wrapped up. Everyone commented that the way was spinning and turning made it look like I was breakdancing. After I got out of the rope I tried to ran across the room to assist Dennis but I got halfway across the room before the rope around my wrist caught me and made me stop dead in my tracks. Tex then caught up with me and grabbed my wrists forcing them behind my back. I tired to pull my wrists free but to no avail. Tex then told Dana to tie my feet together so I couldn’t run. Dana then grabbed some rope, which I was carrying in my pocket and proceeded to tie the rope around my ankles and before he finished he had looped the rope between the shoelaces of my boots before finally knotting it off. Next Dana stood up and began tie my wrists parallel to each behind my back using the rope that already looped around my wrists while Tex held my hands back. He coiled the rope around my wrists a few times then wrapped vertically and tying the rope off when the rope ran out. While I was being tied Dennis attempted to get away but was only able to break lose of Cody’s hold to a short time and Cody caught up with Dennis at Dennis’s bunk where was to my right and slightly behind me. After Dana finished with my hands and then forced me onto my knees, Tex went to got the duct tape, which was mine, and taped the fingers on my hands together, excluding my thumbs. He then told Dana to gag me while he and Cody dealt with Dennis. Dana was a bit apprehensive about doing since he did not like putting duct tape on people’s faces. He asked me if I minded and I told him to go ahead and that it was no big deal and then placed a single strip across my mouth. With a single strip across my mouth I just simply pulled my lips apart and it came off. Dana then just took the tape off and left me ungagged. I was able to maneuver fairly well so I turned around so I could see what was being done to Dennis. I watched as they tied each of his wrists to a corner of his bunk and then tied his feet together and with rest of the rope tied to one of the poles on the foot of the bed. Dennis was on his back tied down to the bed and he could not move to avoid anything that Tex did to him. As I watched Tex and Cody deal with Dennis the adult walked in the door and we all looked at him to see what he had to say. He simply said them “make sure that you untie the assistant scoutmaster (referring to me) before anything happens” and with that he left and closed the door. I then proceed to attempt to get my hands free and I was doing pretty well. The rope around my wrists was not very tight so I trying to slide my hands out but before I could finish Dana who was standing behind me saw what I was doing and warned Tex but Tex just game him two more ropes and said use these. I just sighed and said, “Ah man.” Dana used the same technique of wrapping the ropes around my wrists and then frapping between my wrists cinching it off. So now I had three ropes tied around my wrists and I probably could have escaped but I was more worried about helping Dennis. Since I had been struggling with the ropes for several minutes my hands had gotten sweaty and the sweat loosened the adhesive on the duct tape around my fingers and I was able to slide the tape off my fingers on both of my hands. From this point on Dana took more of a passive role and watched us. I then was able to scoot on my knees to the corner of the bed by Dennis’s feet where the rope was tied to the bunk and began to untie the knot luckily my hands were at the right height to reach the knot. Before I could finish however Tex gave me a slight push, which caused to me to lose my balance and feel forward landing on my chest and stomach with a THUD. Everyone looked down at me except for Dennis because I was out of his view and they all asked if I was Ok since I wasn’t moving. I wasn’t moving because I was too busy laughing but I managed to say that I was fine and I lay on the ground for a few minuets laughing and watching Tex torture Dennis. Tex had brought a cooler with some sodas in it and took an ice cube from the cooler and held it above Dennis’s forehead and let the water drip onto him. Dennis could not take this I don’t know why but it caused him to squirm like crazy but the ropes kept him put. Tex would let the water drip on his head for a while then would move over and let it drip on his arm and switched back and forth when ever he pleased but it had the same effect on Dennis no matter which spot the water dripped. Tex then came over to me who was lying on ground on my side and let the water drip onto my head. I sat there and looked at him giving no reaction. He asked “Doesn’t that bother you Kenny?” and I told him “nope, it is just cold and getting me wet” With that he returned to Dennis since he was more fun to torture. I don’t believe Tex or Cody ever tickled Dennis that night but they could have since he was barefoot and was at their mercy. Dana was thoroughly enjoying the entire thing and was laughing at us. During the time Dennis was being tortured I made several attempts to untie the rope the was tied to his bunk and each time he would cheer me on “come on Kenny untie it” and each time before I could finish I was knocked off balance by a small push and fell to the floor. I was able to get to my knees again by getting on my side and bringing my knees up towards my chest then roll onto my knees and used my head to push myself off the ground and sit up The entire event last maybe an hour I am not totally sure but after Tex and Cody felt enough time passed hey said “ok lets untie them now” after that command he and his brother Cody began to free Dennis while Dana untied me. It took several minutes to untie me since there were more ropes to undo. Overall I think we all had fun. I know I did.

We were now all fairly up to date with events but I wanted to put Stuart and Ian at ease. Looking at them, I said, "Duncan and I both knew you wanted to give in. It was stupid of me to hold out like that, but I had begun to think we were gaining the upper hand. Mike was getting desperate and running out of ideas. I'm sorry I embarrassed you all with my 'accident'". There was a shocked silence then Stuart said, "You have nothing to apologise for. It is us who should have realised you were in trouble!"

Suddenly, I became aware that Duncan and Ian had moved and were now sitting either side of me. I had no time to give it any thought because a moment later they began one of their strange diatribes, delivered by both of them but as it were, with a single voice. "We want everyone to know how Richard has helped us today. He took the time to explain what was really involved in these games and went to enormous pains to put our minds at rest, without glossing over the possible consequences to us at all". Suddenly I felt terribly embarrassed and hung my head to hide my reddening face, but they hadn't finished. "It would be better if you had red hair like us, but we have decided to adopt you as an honorary twin!" They each put an arm around my shoulder and my embarrassment was complete. I turned a deeper shade of red as the rest of my pals cheered. James, my closest friend and ally, grinned, clapped me on my shoulder and encouraged me by saying, "Well, you are dressed for the part!" I hadn't thought it was possible to blush any deeper but it was - I had completely forgotten that, like the twins, I was sitting there dressed in leather shorts! My mates rolled around clutching their sides in hysterical laughter.

Paul brought us all to our senses by reminding us we had to decide who was to pay the loser's penance and we were getting short of time. A noisy debate followed - it seemed we had no shortage of volunteers all with perfectly adequate reasons as to why it should be them! While this was going on an idea had been forming in my mind and I halted the argument by saying, "And you call me weird! I'm beginning to suspect that most of my friends need help. There is only one person for this and that's me!"

I was met by a howl of protest. It seemed that almost everyone was vying to remind me that I had been tied up longer than anyone, tortured and then peed myself. Robert added, "Even if we were able to agree, Mike wouldn't accept it. He thinks he is to blame for what happened earlier and will go out of his way to prevent you doing this".

"But don't you understand, that is precisely my point!" I insisted. "How many times do I have to tell you it was my own fault? This is my way of trying to make it clear to him he was blameless. Anyway, I've made up my mind, so there is no point arguing about it!"

My friends exchanged glances and chorused, "You really are weird!" then, as they gradually accepted what I had said, James looked at Stuart and said, "No way am I going to miss seeing Mike's face when we tell him!" Most of the lads laughed but I noticed Ian and Duncan had their heads together in an earnest and private discussion in the corner of the tent. I had no time to speculate on what they were plotting, as at that moment we heard the others shouting that supper was ready.

We joined the rest of the group who were in the process of serving large bowls of stew. As we approached, I received a few jesting comments about my shorts but I was over my embarrassment by now and joined in the laughter. Looking around I noticed a pile of rope and other material had been placed ominously on one side. Despite myself, I couldn't help an involuntary shudder. I was sure Mike would have some surprise in store. We sat down and were all soon enjoying the feast.

Half an hour later, our hunger satisfied, Mike looked up and said, "I guess it's time to reveal the lucky person. Since he is paying the penance for the rest of you, my team feel he should be excused washing up and other chores". This was sounding better! Robert assumed the rôle of spokesman and announced that it would be me. There was a shocked silence. Mike stuttered, "No, we can't allow that!" but Robert held up his hand and explained that I was adamant. They had all applied the most forceful arguments without success so all he could suggest was that Mike accepted it. The opposition went into a huddle, but after a few minutes Mike stood up and asked me, "Are you absolutely sure about this?" I repeated all I had said earlier and my decision was finally accepted. But that wasn't quite the end of the argument...

Ian stood up and surprised everyone by saying, "Earlier, Duncan and I adopted Richard as an honorary twin!" Despite the general laughter he continued, "Scott said earlier that Duncan and I didn't count as two people. Well, we have decided that neither does Richard. Anything you do to him, you will have to do to us". There was a stunned silence and this time I was really embarrassed. and had to turn my head away.

Scott looked at his brothers and rather uncharitably said, "The lazy little tykes are only trying to get out of chores!" but both boys turned on him fiercely and said, "If you think that, you are wrong. We will do our share but then we shall insist on sharing Richard's fate!"

I saw Stuart and Robert look at Mike and after a short pause the latter nodded. Then Stuart turned to the twins and said gently, "It seems this patrol is destined to receive all the weirdos! We will do it your way, and don't worry, we won't make you wash up as well!"

Mike appeared to have been stunned into silence. Above all, he had not wanted me to be paying the loser's penance but that is what he had been given. Now, after preparing to deal with one hostage he was unexpectedly presented with three. He rapidly regained his composure however. He exchanged a few quiet words with Roger who disappeared immediately. I guessed, correctly, that he had been dispatched to fetch more "supplies" and wondered what was in store for us.

Mike eyed the three of us up and down for a few moments and ordered us to form a line in the midst of our chums. As we shuffled into position I could see my two companions were rather less sure of themselves now, wondering what might be done to them in the course of the next hour or so. We were told to remove our tee shirts and after exchanging glances with one another we did so, leaving us standing their in just our shorts and trainers.

Mike now addressed us, saying, "Roger has gone to fetch some more equipment and when he returns we will deal with you properly, but in the meantime, just in case any of you might think about changing your minds" - giving the twins a savage glare - "We are going to tie your hands temporarily".

With that, three of our former enemies stepped up behind us. I felt hands grasp my arms and pull them behind my back, crossing my wrists. I felt a turn of rope being applied to them and twisting my neck round saw that I was being ministered to by Scott. In the next few moments I made two discoveries. First, that his rope-work was of the highest order and second, that he had no intention of letting me off any lighter than he would have one of his own brothers. The first turn was racked up tightly and each subsequent one was dealt with similarly. He applied maybe four turns of rope horizontally before doing the same vertically. Finally he cinched it even more securely by wrapping turns between my crossed hands. The ends were knotted behind my wrists and tucked in so that there were no loose ones for searching fingers to find. If this was temporary I hoped I was never on the receiving end when Scott got serious! Glancing along the line I saw that Duncan and Ian were both receiving the same treatment from Andrew and Matthew.

Once finished, we were moved into a circle facing one another and told to kneel, a few feet apart. I knew there was little that Mike could do that had not been done to me at some time or other but I guessed that this repositioning was intended to give the twins a full view of the pleasures awaiting them, so that they would miss none of the anticipation. They already had worried looks in their eyes.

With our hands tightly bound behind our backs cloths were produced for gags. This came as no surprise to me. Mike had made it quite clear he wasn't giving Duncan and Ian a second chance to withdraw and I had expected we would quickly be silenced but as Mike approached me I realised he was holding the disgusting, gooey, slobbery sodden rag that had been used to gag me that afternoon. My observation was immediately followed by the realisation that it might not be! (In fact it was. Mike had carefully retained all our gags from earlier, carefully sorted, in the expectation that it would add an extra element of horror for the "hostage"). He had deduced what our reactions to this disgusting sight would be and made no pretence of asking politely if I would open up. He simply stepped forward and grasped my nose tightly between finger and thumb. A protest at the slimy thing in his hand was now out of the question. I tried to squirm free from his grip but with my tightly bound hands I was fighting a losing battle as I tried desperately to clamp my jaw shut. I knew the outcome was inevitable - I finally gasped for air and Mike stuffed the rag triumphantly into my mouth. Despite his earlier concerns for me he was not letting his compassion get the better of him. He poked the rag firmly back into my mouth, forcing it into every crevice he could reach. When at last he stepped back, Scott quickly slipped a second cloth between my teeth, forcing it well back before tying it tightly in position at the back of my neck. I had, of course, only myself to blame for my predicament. I had volunteered for this role against vehement opposition from my pals. That I would spend the next hour or so speculating just whose mouth that awful rag had been stuffed in previously did nothing for my equanimity.

The twins had faired no better. Still in a kneeling position our ankles were crossed, forcing our knees apart and tied and thus we remained until Roger returned.

Kneeling on hard ground, dressed only in shorts with your ankles bound and hands tied behind your back is singularly uncomfortable. Hearing Roger return gave me an enormous feeling of relief since I was certain we were not going to be left like this for long. He deposited some items on the ground behind me and out of my sight, but I watched the twins exchange anxious glances.

Mike now confirmed my earlier suspicions by announcing that he had placed us as we now were so the twins would be able to take in the finer details of what was about to happen. They looked at one another once again and their eyes took on an even more worried expression but they were now irrevocably committed to their fate - escape was impossible and we had been gagged so that any communication was impossible.

Mike stepped towards me and at the same time I felt someone else start to free my hands. As I felt them suddenly loose Mike said, "Hold your hands out together in front of you". I obeyed, all the time aware that I was being watched closely by Ian and Duncan. They knew their turn would follow shortly, and their bravado had evaporated completely. Mike produced a length of rope and placed three or four loops very loosely around my wrists. I watched in a bemused fashion. Cynically, I thought he was playing the fool - when I say they were loose, had I lowered my hands the rope would have fallen off. Then he reached out and passed the end of the rope behind his turns between my wrists. Completing this vertical turn, he pulled it tight drawing the rope around my wrists into two encircling nooses. They were still loose - I could without any effort have slipped my hands free. He added more turns in this direction, drawing each one tight and as each was added so the loops on each wrist drew inexorably tighter until it would have been impossible to withdraw my hands. When he had used all the rope he knotted the ends off out of reach of my fingers. My hands were now securely bound but approximately four inches apart. He left me like that and attended to Duncan while Roger did the same for Ian.

The rest of the group had gathered round in a semicircle to watch. There was a silence, pregnant with anticipation. Suddenly, I recalled being tied like this on a previous occasion. Mike must have caught a flicker in my eyes. His face cracked in a wide grin and he gave me a broad wink! I heard a movement behind me and Roger joined Mike, holding a cricket stump. I knew what would follow. After handing the stump to Mike Roger stepped behind me out of site. Immediately I felt my arms above my elbows grasped and pulled backwards forcing my bound wrists into my stomach. A moment later I felt a foot in the small of my back pressing forward while my arms were forced back unrelentingly. I arched my back to try to relieve the pressure and this was precisely what Mike was waiting for. He stepped up and thrust the stump through the crook of my left elbow. Continuing the pressure I felt the wood slide across the bare skin of my back until the end was pressed against the other elbow. Then Roger suddenly increased the pressure on my back and, with a cry of triumph from Mike, I felt the stump slip through the joint of my right arm. It was pushed further in and then Roger released his hold on me. I tried a few experimental movements. My hands were held tightly into my bare stomach, just above the waste-band of my shorts and the rigid bar across my back pinioning my arms prevented any movement. The twins had watched the proceedings with their eyes wide but if they were regretting their earlier decision the gags prevented their saying so. In any case they had no time to ponder as first Duncan and then Ian were pinioned as efficiently and securely as I had been.

Mike and his assistants stood back and admired their work but they were not quite finished. We were each in turn lifted off our knees and placed unceremoniously on our bottoms, our bound ankles in front of us. Then Mike looked at us and said, "Under normal circumstances we would leave you like that but you proved earlier today that some at least of you are unable to sit still. I would not want you to think we are prepared to let you get yourselves free before the time limit!" Without another word, three steel tent pegs were produced about 18 inches long. Roger fetched a mallet and began hammering a stake into the ground close to my ankles. When he had finished Andrew appeared with a further length of rope and lashed my already bound feet to the stake. As he was finishing his work the twins were receiving the same treatment. We were now completely immobilised and would have to sit for the next hour, unable to move hands or feet, or speak. I looked at the twins and gave a huge wink, receiving enormous grins in exchange.

We were finally left to our own devices, although hardly alone since all our buddies were only a few feet away. Nevertheless, periodically one or another of them would come across, check our bonds and ensure that we were OK. We watched the clearing up completed and water was set to boil for coffee. Thus we spent the hour which, if not very interesting, nevertheless passed quite quickly and suddenly Mike was before us saying, "OK, the time is up. Give us a few moments and we will have you untied. Coffee will be ready in a moment". As good as his word, he began with my gag. I was pleased to spit the ghastly wad out at last and enjoy the luxury of having my mouth free. Next he tackled my legs and while he was doing that, I saw that Scott and David were doing the same for the twins. We were helped to our feet and then the pinioning stumps were withdrawn, and finally our hands were freed. We rejoined the others, sat down with our coffee and joined in the chatter round the stove.

It was getting late and finally all agreed we should get to bed. We would be busy next morning packing up before parents arrived to collect our heavy gear. We were only actually using three of the four tents, the extra one being used for storage. Robert and David had arranged to share with Paul, Mark and Andrew. Scott began hinting that his brothers should join him but I and my two closest friends decided to head off the inevitable row and announced that we had offered to let them join us much earlier in the day. We were profuse with our apologies and, obtaining Scott's agreement, we were rewarded by shy grins of thanks from the two younger boys.

At last we were all under canvas. I slipped off Ian's lederhosen, changing into a clean, white pair of gym shorts, and handed them back to my benefactor. He immediately refused them saying, "You had better hang on to them. Your other shorts wont be dry before lunch time" - I had soaked them in a bucket of water and hung them up to dry - "and unless you want to get those filthy you will be better off with these!" I was still a little reluctant - although perfectly comfortable I felt somehow conspicuous wearing them, but Ian received raucous support from James and Stuart. I somehow got the impression that, despite their persuasive arguments I was being gently teased, but then Duncan added, "You've got to keep them on, Richard. After all, you are an honorary twin now and it's the only way we can look alike!" James and Stuart giggled like a pair of girls and exchanged glances. Suddenly, I had a suspicion they were keeping something from me. When they managed to catch their breath James said, "Well that settles it! We must have you looking like your new brothers!" I knew I was losing the dispute. Whatever argument I put forward was dismissed summarily by my friends and finally I decided to give in, taking back the shorts which Ian held out to me.

We spent the next hour in the darkness talking about our annual Easter camp, now only a couple of weeks away. James unveiled his plans for mayhem and sedition and once more I realised we were likely to spend more time tied up than free. The difference this time was that Stuart was a fully paid up member of "the club". He would be unable to plead ignorance this time (and it was even less likely he would be given the benefit of the doubt) but he didn't seem perturbed by the prospect. The twins were at first dumbfounded by James's schemes but soon they were throwing ideas of their own into the pot. We pointed out to them that simply being with us at camp was likely to be bad news but after getting through their first "game" they both seemed to have forgotten their well expressed fears of earlier.

At last the chatter began to fall away, I snuggled down into my warm sleeping bag and knew no more until morning.

I was woken by sunlight streaming through the entrance to the tent, the flap of which, I noted, had been carefully tied back. It wasn't like that last night. I was in a strange position, half-sitting up. We all brought pillows with us (I guess we were softer than I might care to indicate in these tales!) but now I found I was propped up on my back, not only with my own but seemingly with everyone else's! Almost simultaneously, I spotted James smiling at me, and realised my hands had been tied behind my back. It seemed that tying me up while I slept had become compulsory for my pals - I had almost been expecting it and didn't even bother to struggle. Usually I would roll onto my stomach while asleep - it was this unfortunate habit which gave my friends their opportunity to bind my wrists without disturbing my slumber. This time, however, I was lying on my back. The pillows had been used to support me in a half-seated position and I guessed it had been done to ensure my comfort with my hands trapped behind me.

Seeing my eyes open, James shook Stuart's foot urgently and gave him the good news. The latter opened his eyes blearily, looked at me and grinned, "Hi Richard, did you sleep OK? Not too uncomfortable I hope?"

I guessed they wouldn't take too much notice of anything I said but it was worth a try. "Guys, don't you think the joke is wearing a little thin? If you really must tie me up at night why don't you just tell me when we turn in and I'll simply put my hands behind my back for you. It will save you endless bother and you won't have to run the risk of waking me! Can I be untied now, please?"

While I was speaking the twins had woken up. I noticed that everyone had huge grins on their faces and assumed it was because I had been caught yet again. Without getting out of bed Ian said to his brother, "Go and call the others!" Without a moments hesitation Duncan did his bidding, crawling to the entrance and calling shrilly that I was awake. Within seconds I could hear people stirring and boys were clambering into our tent. They all seemed to be sharing a joke at my expense but, if it was not simply that I was tied up (yet again), then no one thought to let me in on it.

I was starting to get irritated by their silly behaviour and rather crossly demanded to be released. Stuart and James looked at one another then, very patiently, James said, "We can't do that yet. We are genuinely sorry we had to tie your hands but it really is for your own protection this time!" There were more guffaws from the others. "We give you our word that we will set you free in a little while, subject only to your acceptance of a small condition (which we can't explain yet), but we can't do that until you are up and dressed". The crowd now assembled in our tent simply fell about laughing. I was the only one not sharing the joke.

"How on earth am I going to dress with my hands tied behind my back?" I asked caustically.

"We've already thought of that," Stuart replied. "You are already wearing a tee shirt and we will put your socks and trainers on. I'm afraid you will have to accept our help to change your shorts". The shorts - I had forgotten the dreaded lederhosen, but I quickly realised I would have to wear them until my other pants were dry. Surely this hadn't been engineered to get me into them? Still enjoying their private joke the crowds withdrew, leaving just the five of us. The others dressed quickly then James unfastened my sleeping bag. After a little more protest on my part I finally accepted the inevitable and allowed James and Stuart to pull my gym shorts down. Ian produced the leather shorts and they were quickly pulled up, Duncan fastened the buttons on the front flap even as Stuart and James were pulling my socks on.

David and Robert now came forward and stood before me. These two boys were undoubtedly the most sensible in the troop but they seemed to have been infected with the same disease as the rest. David was holding something behind his back, out of sight. Robert spoke quite gently to me saying, "We want to show you something. Please don't be angry. Afterwards, we will untie you provided you agree to our condition!"

His brother pulled from behind his back a mirror, taken from our patrol hut, and held it up so I could see my reflection. I looked at myself and couldn't believe my eyes. Overnight my face had become covered in freckles, just like the twins. I looked in disbelief and then despite myself, burst out laughing. When the mirror had been produced everyone seemed at last to have mastered their mirth - now, on seeing my reaction, they all seemed to let out a sigh of relief simultaneously.

The explanations followed thick and fast. The plot had been hatched yesterday evening while the twins and I were paying the loser's penance, the idea occurring to Paul following the twins announcing that they were adopting me! Matthew was a consummate artist, well beyond his years, and particularly skilled in watercolours. Very occasionally he would paint scenes of activity during our formal camps. If we were permitted to watch we would look on in awe at his skill. Despite the fact that I never saw him use them during our informal gatherings, he was never separated from a small box of paints and it was he who adorned my face during the night. The skill he employed was such that a stranger would not have known my freckles were painted on - they appeared completely natural.

My companions of the night before had waited until I was sound asleep - "We thought you would never go off!" laughed James. Knowing that I invariably slept deeply, they began by carefully tying my hands behind my back. Then they sacrificed their own comfort, using their pillows to ensure that I would remain propped on my back despite my bound hands (and also ensuring that I would not suffer unduly in that position). Matthew was alerted (he had his equipment ready and waiting) and he went to work straight away with only the light of a torch to help him.

"We had to tie your hands," Stuart added, "to make sure you didn't spoil Matthew's art work and at the same time make it impossible for you to go for an early wash!"

"That was pretty unlikely!" Mike interjected. "My experience is that you young beasts usually have to be tied up and dragged to the tap to get you clean! We have all been taking turns to keep watch over you during the night in case your bonds were too tight but we needn't have worried. I don't think you moved a muscle after we made you comfortable. I hope you are grateful to your guardian angels!"

In reality I was - it did seem that my mates needed little excuse to tie me up while I was asleep but they had always given maximum consideration for my safety (far more than we showed one another during our games!).

I had enjoyed the joke once the shock wore off but now I asked again if I could have my hands untied. I saw almost everyone exchange shifty glances and for a moment I thought I was going to be refused but Robert said, "Yes, we will subject to our simple condition. You must agree not to attempt to remove your freckles" - everyone laughed at this - "until we are ready to go home!" I sat and pondered his words for a minute or so but realised I had little alternative. If I didn't give my word I would simply remain tied up all morning but my mates knew that, once given, I would consider the promise binding. I had already gone through the "embarrassment threshold" with the leather shorts - this new affliction was really quite trivial! Amidst cheers from a number of the boys I nodded my head and gave my word. Immediately, James stepped forward and began working on the knots securing the cords on my wrists.

As he worked I sensed a certain embarrassment on his part. While he struggled with the knots - despite my pals making sure my bonds were not excessively tight, they had nevertheless been very thorough and the knots had worked tight overnight - he whispered, "No hard feelings I hope, Richard. We just couldn't resist it when Ian and Duncan announced they would adopt you as an honorary twin!"

"Don't be foolish!" I replied. "You and I have been through far too much to let anything come between our friendship. If you really can't resist tying me up while I'm asleep, that's OK by me. And no, I don't mean it like that!" I added quickly as I saw James give me an odd look. I quickly went on, "Actually, I was just a little bit flattered when Ian and Duncan came out with their comment and I guess you are all entitled to your joke. The twins were very nervous yesterday, but everyone helped to get them through it. I'll tell you what, though - I think we may have some first class allies on our Easter camp!" As James finished with my hands and I was free at last we both giggled conspiratorially.

We settled down to our breakfast and I endured more jokes about my newly acquired freckles but as good as my word, I made no attempt to remove the paint. The rest of the morning was spent in packing everything away and ensuring the campsite was cleared of all rubbish. By lunchtime we were able to relax, hot sweaty and tired but with the work behind us.

Our cold lunch finished and cleared up I looked around for my buddies, both new and old, but some of them seemed to be missing. I looked enquiringly at Scott but he said he hadn't a clue where his brothers had got to - everyone else was ready to go. Suddenly we heard a disturbance a little way off which seemed to come from the direction of Mike's patrol hut. There were sounds of a scuffle and raised voiced which were abruptly cut off. We all looked at one another, completely mystified but didn't have long to wait for an explanation - Roger and Matthew emerged from the bushes pushing the violently struggling Ian and Duncan before them. The twins had had their hands tightly tied behind their backs. The reason for the loud protestations which we had heard coming to an end was now obvious. Both boys had what appeared to be several rags stuffed into their mouths. It had been done expertly. Their jaws were stretched wide apart and it was obvious that fingers had poked the cloth into every recess of their mouths - into their cheeks, well back above the tongue and around their gums. The gags had not been tied in place and with perseverance the boys would doubtless be able to work their mouths free with their tongues. This they were trying desperately to do but so far unsuccessfully - it would take them a long time!

"We've brought you a present," Roger said, addressing Scott. "We thought you might like to take them home in the same manner in which they brought you!" The twins had subsided and looked forlornly at their older brother. Whether they thought they would be able to appeal to his better nature was unclear but Scott beamed with gratitude. Turning to the dejected pair he said, "Looks like you are in for an uncomfortable walk home. If you promise not to make a fuss I'll remove your gags but one word of complaint and they go straight back on and next time I'll tie them in place!" The two nodded their agreement and stood still while Scott pulled the rags out. I was amazed to see that their captors had managed to insert three apiece!

"I guess we are all ready to leave then," Scott said, when suddenly Stuart reminded me I hadn't changed. I had absentmindedly packed my now dry shorts. I looked enquiringly at the twins standing miserably together, their hands still bound. Ian said, "You can return those later if you like". I decided to stay as I was - my embarrassment at wearing the lederhosen had long passed, they were comfortable and I would have to search through my pack if I were to change. Ian and Duncan were still wearing theirs so I wouldn't look so out of place and I had the benefit of free hands! Our farewells said, we started on the two-mile walk home, leaving the bulk of our personal gear to be collected by car later that afternoon. We were soon indulging in the usual horseplay and high spirits and the two prisoners made the best of their situation

At my own back door I said my last goodbyes. Ian said, "Haven't you forgotten something?" I looked down at my pants but said I would have to change them indoors. Ian told me that wasn't what he had in mind but there was no rush to return the shorts. "In any case," he added, "We are going to equip the whole patrol like that at Easter!" I had completely forgotten their earlier threat and my feeling of horror. Having spent a good part of the weekend in leather shorts, I decided that I could face up to it again, particularly if all my best mates were involved too.

Looking at Scott I asked, "Aren't you going to untie those two?" Without a moments hesitation he replied, "Nope! I'm going to parade them both in front of our parents for their inspection! I have lost count of the number of times these hell-raisers have humiliated me like that in the past - now it's their turn!" The twins looked ruefully at one another but decided to remain silent. They had decided further comment was pointless and would accept the inevitable. I guessed we hadn't seen the last of this family war.

Once more Scott asked if there was something I had forgotten. I was mystified and told him I didn't think so. "Oh, fair enough," he replied and they all walked off.

My parents and Chris were together, enjoying a cold drink. When I walked in they all turned, looked at me and burst out laughing. I looked down at my pants and turned red with embarrassment. Seeing my reaction, my Mother assured me it was nothing to do with my dress. "Actually, I think you look rather sweet - they suit you! What surprised us all were your freckles - you lost them when you were seven years old but they have all come back! What on earth have you been doing?"

Chris had kindly fetched a drink for me. I joined the rest of the family and began telling them (some of) my adventures...

To my detractors (and this will be my last word on the subject) I will point out that I have carefully limited the number of comments I make about Richard's stories. I certainly am not any more vocal in my enthusiasm for Richard's stories than others are for their favorite author.

Me calling myself "Richard's #1 fan" is a joke - a "running gag" (what an appropriate simile) and is intended to be amusing. Feel free to laugh at my persistence in using that self-proclaimed title. You should also feel free to call yourself Joe Blow's #1 fan if you really want to. Heck, if you really feel that you should be Richard's #1 fan instead of me, go ahead and call yourself that. Just don't expect me to stop calling myself by that title. :-)

I've decided to try to go ahead with the "Richard UK fan site". I hope it works out the way I intend. If there are any Richard fans who are good artists and would like to try illustrating the stories, I'll consider putting your artwork on the site. You can email me at jason7masters@NOSPAMnetscape.net if you want.

Please note that messages with superfluous emotional content (flames) will be sent straight to the big bit-bucket in the sky. I will not enter into a flaming match. Spammers will be reported to their email provider.

Remove the obvious garbage from my email address to reply. It's there to fool automatic spamming 'bots which trawl web pages looking for email addresses to send their garbage to.

Still Richard's #1 fan, so get used to it! :-P :-)

But Burglar, the fact that she ties you up in spite of being indifferent about it gives the game an element of innocence - the "girl-next-door" type that can tie a mean knot!

I don't think either of us had expected to be tied up till it actually happened.

Jason was my best friend at school and he and I would hang out often after school at his house. Neither Jason nor I had any brothers or sisters so we liked hanging out with each other to talk about girls and play video games. Our parents worked long hours so it was ok for me to be at Jason's as long as I made it home for dinner.

One evening, Jason shocked me when he confided that his dad punished him sometimes by restraining him or locking him in his room. His mom was a passive person and let his dad discipline him the way he saw fit. That was a bit scary. I grew up in a family that talked things through rather than used severe punishment and so this kind of stuff made me a bit uneasy. But Jason was my best friend and this issue did not affect our friendship.

One afternoon I was hanging out at Jason's place as usual. His parents were at work and Jason told me that he had found an adult video in his parent's bedroom that we could watch. I was a bit scared of what might happen if we were caught but we gave in to our curiosity and so Jason played the tape.

The tape had barely begun when Jason's dad walked into the living room making us jump from the couch. He had come in early that afternoon and he immediately recognized what was on the TV screen. Jason and I were standing frozen at this point and he asked us both to go to Jason's room while he hurriedly took the tape away.

He walked into Jason's room after about 5 minutes and said that he was extremely disappointed in us. At this point I was ready to leave for home and I gathered my jacket but Jason's dad stopped me. He told me that both Jason and I were going to be punished for trespassing in their bedroom and stealing his tape. I was too ashamed to let my parents be involved and prefered to keep this incident within Jason's home so I did not object and I sat down.

Jason's dad lectured us that he had given us too much freedom and that we had misused it. He took out two pairs of handcuffs from his pocket which made me very uncomfortable. He tossed one pair of handcuffs to each of us and asked us to put our hands behind our backs before putting the cuffs tightly on our own wrists. We complied and with our hands tightly cuffed behind our backs, we followed Jason's dad into the living room. We were embarassed to see Jason's mom there especially when she heard what happened. Jason's dad asked us to apologise to her for trespassing in their bedroom which we quickly did. She nodded and quietly slipped into the kitchen.

It was still at least a few hours before dinner and I assumed that we were to remain in our cuffs till then. Jason's dad asked us to go back to Jason's room and stay there till he came to get us.

Once we were upstairs, Jason apologised to me and said that generally his dad would cool down quickly and probably would set us free within an hour or so. 

It was strange and very embarassing for both of us to be in Jason's room with our hands cuffed behind our backs though neither of us showed our embarrassment. Instead we just sat on Jason's bed and talked.

We felt bad for what we had done and hoped that this ordeal would be over soon.

After more than 2 hours, Jason's dad entered the room and asked us to stand and turn around. He uncuffed both of us and gave us a stiff warning before letting us go.

We apologised to Jason's dad again and never again trespassed in their bedroom.

However, this was not the last time we got into trouble with Jason's dad.
 

We're new to this forum and we're still reading the archives but we'll post more once we get used to this place. Feel free to ask us any questions :)

P.S. if there are any girls 16 or over or couples in the orlando, fl - orange county area who's into bondage and would like to be bound and gagged and tie me up. please feel free to email me. but I would only consider younger than 16 if they are a younger sister or a friend. see ya! 

It started one night when we were watching a movie on TV where a woman was tied up by a robber and our daughter said she could get herself free if someone tied her up like that. Then later she challeneged her mom to tie her up like that so she can free herself and from there it turned into a play on which we built on as she grew older. It's not something we play every day but it's really fun and she loves it.

Thanks for your reply.

From what you indicated on Apr. 9, I share your style of enjoyment. In that vein, the the most enjoyable post I have ever read, on any site, is the one Janet has just posted about a week ago on the College section on this website.

Please have a look at it. I would love to know what you think of it.

I hope this answered your questions. We might write some specific stories if people are interested. I'm not sure if this forum is specifically for stories only or if people can ask questions about bondage techniques too. We're more interested in the later. For example what types of rope do you prefer to use for tie up games, safety tips, game ideas etc.

Is she always barefoot, or are there times when you take off her shoes and/or socks? How about when you gag her?

I'm intersted in more specific stories as well, if you don't mind telling a few!

Thanks!

Any other styles, such as hands behind chair and feet placed on a table for tickling?

How was she tied when you wrapped rope around her? Arms at sides, feet together?

I think it's great position with her tied to a chair and her feet placed on a table for tickling but her feet must be tied too or she would start kicking as soon as the tickling begins.

We don't know if she'll keep it secret when she gets older. Again, it's up to her. I don't see why would anyone consider it secret because we have nothing to hide. It's true however that she will connect it with erotic bondage as she gets older but by that time she will be old enough to make her own decisions. I doubt our games will continue after she hits puberty.

As a matter of fact she's seen this board but I don't know if she would mind if we write about her here. It's not like we'll tell everyone her real name and where we live. As for people getting off on the stories.. well, it's their business. People can get off on anything I guess so why should some kids who enjoy tie up games be denied their fun.

Anything else you could tell us? More specific ways of tying her up, or anything like that? More types of tie-up games you play? They don't all involve a captured princess, do they?

Anything else you could tell us? More specific ways of tying her up, or anything like that? More types of tie-up games you play? They don't all involve a captured princess, do they?

If it actually did get erased, here it is again:

To Rich and Amy, what were some of the other positions you tied her in? Sitting down, arms at sides with rope pinning them, feet together? You ever tie her up and take her shoes and socks off afterwards for tickling? Don't you usually tie her feet together?

Keep posting. Your story is muy bueno. Keep it up!

No posts since Tuesday..pretty weird...

I'm sorry I havn't been very present in the last few weeks. I have changed the order of the posts for a few days, so that new posts will appear at the top of the page. This will only last until I have time to clean up and archive the page.

Thanks AL
 

I'll post the rest of the story here and also at Tied and True Tales. I will write the story differently for this site though. I am eliminating all fetish elements of the story for this site since there are some who don't appreciate it. I suppose the version I write for this site from now on will be a "PG" version of the story.

Because this is a true story and I would like to add all elements, I will submit an uncut version to Tied and True Tales. I was going to post the entire chapter four today, but now due to editing, I am going to post a section of it. Here is that section.

-Greg

At this point I was still hogtied. Rachel had only removed the gags from my mouth and it took a good five to ten minutes for Rachel to untie me. After all of the ropes had been removed from my body I noticed how much rope had been used and it was amazing. There was rope everywhere and lots of marks all over my body. 

As soon as I was untied, I asked Rachel if I could use the restroom first so that I could "freshen up." I just wanted to regather myself more than anything.

"That might be a good idea, because you’re going to be tied up for a long time, sweetie." Rachel said.

I just grinned and walked across the hall to the restroom. When I returned, I noticed that Rachel had all of the rope nicely separated and ordered by length. She also had taken out the roll of duct tape from the drawer where I kept my bondage stash. The chair had been placed in the middle of my room and Rachel was laying on the floor next to the ropes. 

"So, how do you feel? I mean, was there anything you didn’t like or anything you want to say?" Rachel asked.

I responded, "Words just don’t do it justice. It was amazing. I’ve never been tied up so well like that before. Too bad it’s such a difficult position to stay in for a long time. I really didn’t want you to untie me!"

Rachel said, "I know. I’ve been hogited like that before and I couldn’t stay that way for more than 45 minutes or so. It’s hard on the wrists when your hands and feet are tied like that."

I added, "The ballgag was a little hard on my jaw. When you gag me next time, try something new. I want to see what you might want to try on me. You seem to know what I like anyways, so be creative."

Now I had been totally satisfied just knowing how much Rachel enjoyed bondage, but knowing she had a liking for feet was really an added plus. I’m sure most of you will agree that combining two or three fetishes is much more fun than one. I addressed this to Rachel, "It was a real treat having my feet played with so much. I love that! I hope I get to play with yours at some point."

Rachel responded, "Oh, you will, sweetie. I promise. I like having my feet played with just as much as you like having yours played with. I didn’t know you had a foot fetish."

Ever since I was a kid, I always loved girls’ feet. I don’t know why or how it started and I don’t care. I always sneaked a peek at Rachel’s feet. For as long as I’ve known her I’ve always had a little crush on her and I always noticed her feet. She has perfect feet from heel to toe. Rachel always kept her feet very well pedicured. I’m guessing she’s about a six or a seven in size. Long toes, smooth soles, and always painted toenails. Just perfect. I addressed Rachel, "You know now. I love having my feet played with. That’s why I keep them in such good shape. I always dreamed of having my feet played with, I just never thought it would ever happen. Especially with you."

Rachel blushed a little and responded, "I liked tickling you and I certainly enjoyed seeing you squirm. We’ll have to do that again. This time though, I want to tie you to a chair. I want to see if you can get out of a chair-tie. The nice thing about being tied to a chair is the longevity. I can keep you tied up for a long time and I plan on keeping you my prisoner for quite a while. I just want to see if you can get out of the chair-tie."

A little curious, I asked "So what will you do while I’m tied up? Are you just going to sit there?"

Rachel responded, "I’ll be in the room with you, watching you. I’ll probably watch a little television or something. Don’t worry."

I told Rachel that I wasn’t at all worried, just alittle curious. Rachel seemed to be a little sadistic in that she liked seeing me so helpless. But, believe me, I loved knowing Rachel loved seeing me bound and gagged and totally helpless. I was ready for her little challenge, too. At the same time, I was actually kind of hoping she would tie me up well enough that I couldn’t get free. 

At that moment I sat down in the chair and Rachel gave me instructions to place my hands behind my back, palm to palm. Rachel took a very long length or rope began wrapping it around my wrists. She started higher up on my wrists and worked her way down, in all she wrapped my wrists about a dozen times. As soon as she finished wrapping my wrists with rope, she started wrapping my wrists horizontally and finally cinched the knot high up on my wrists, keeping the knot well out of fingers reach. 
Rachel asked me if the ropes were too tight and I said they were fine. After telling her my wrists were fine, she began binding my elbows. As I mentioned earlier, I am not the most limber person, but I can get my elbow fairly close. Rachel got my elbows tied by wrapping rope horizontally around my elbows leaving about six inches of slack between each elbow. She then used the remaining rope to sinch the ropes, keeping my elbows bound very comfortably. The ropes were very snug and showed little sign of causing me any real discomfort. On the other hand, there was no way I was getting free. She could have stopped there and she would have won the challenge.

Of course, Rachel was just getting started. Rachel sat on top of my legs and asked, "So, are you comfy?"

"You know I am. You’re such a tease, Rachel." I responded.

"I know, but you love it. I’ll tease you even more later. You know you love it!" Rachel said. 

She then kissed me on the cheek and asked me to place my feet together. She took a long strand of rope and started wrapping the rope very neatly around my ankles. The rope felt so snug on around my ankles and I felt so helpless. While she was binding my ankles together, I began to struggle with my wrists. Testing the bonds, I realized that I was not getting free. My wrists were bound together too well and the added elbow bondage prevented me from struggling much with my wrists. 

Rachel finished binding my ankles by cinching the knot. She had bound my ankles about a dozen times horizontally and about six times vertically. My ankles were totally helpless and she wasn’t done with them either. She took the small twine and tied my two big toes together to further immobilize my bare feet. I wiggled my toes a little and couldn’t get my feet apart at all. 

Rachel then moved up to my knees and began wrapping rope around my legs just below the knees. After binding my knees, she cinched the knot and moved behind me. Rachel then clamped her hand over my mouth and pulled back a little forcing my head back against her body. Rachel spoke, "I think I know exactly how I want to gag you. I think we’ll skip the ballgag and move to something different. For now, though, I think I’ll just use my hand."

I struggled with all of my might and tried to move my head around, but she held my mouth tightly and I couldn’t budge. When I tried to free my hands, the ropes binding my arms prevented me from getting anywhere. I kept working on trying to get free from her hands but I was helpless. Rachel then grabbed the duct tape and ripped off a long strip with her teeth. Using her free hand, she held the duct tape up to my handgagged mouth and spoke, "Keep your mouth shut."

She then removed her hand and pulled the strand of duct tape over my mouth. She handgagged me again over the duct tape and sealed the tape tightly, sealing my mouth. She repeated the process again by placing three more strips over my mouth. Two in an X and another over the X. I probably could have worked the tape off since she didn’t stuff anything into my mouth before using the tape, but she was well prepared when it came to gagging me. She then took the coban and began wrapping it around my tapegagged mouth. She tightly wrapped the entire roll around my mouth, preventing me from working the tape off of mouth. It would have taken a good amount of struggling to get these gags off of my mouth. "That should keep you quiet, sweetie." Rachel said. "Time to tie you to the chair."

When she said that, I thought I was already tied to the chair. After all, my ankles, toes, knees, elbows, and wrists were already bound. However, what she meant was, she wanted to tie my body to the chair. She started my taking a strand of rope and looping it around my bound wrists. With the rope looped around my wrists, she tied off the other end to the lowest rung on the back of the chair. She tightened off the rope, leaving very little slack. This left my wrists tied not only together, but to the chair itself as well. 

Like clockwork, she then moved down to my feet. Kneeling down, she looped a rope around my bound ankles and tied them off to a rung in the back of the chair just below the seat. This forced my feet to the back of the chair. I tested the bonds and they prevented any forward motion at all. She then moved up and harnessed my body to to the chair by wrapping rope around my chest. After she wrapped my chest to the chair, she brought the remainng rope through a raven’s head behind my back and looped the rope back over my shoulders, tieing off the rope to my shoulders. This harness, effectively tied my chest to the chair and prevented me from getting my body away from the chair. 

"Almost done. Don’t worry, I won’t be far." Rachel said. 
 

Anon, you asked if we find it erotic when we tie up our daughter. I don't think whether we do or not is relevant to what this board is about. Our games are fun and we enjoy playing them for various reasons, one of them is that we believe she should be allowed to explore her natural interest in bondage games.

Someone else asked about specific ways we tie her up and different games we play. One of our favourite positions is when she lies on the floor on her back, her hands are crossed and tied over her head and one of her leg is raised up and is either tied against the back of a chair or is tied with rope that keeps it up. In this position we can tickle her feet one by one and it's always fun to untie her one leg and replace it with the other and continue the tickling.

Now we have a question for anyone who might know about bondage techniques like proper knot tying or how to put in use objects and furniture in your home for some fun tie up games. Is there a place where we could learn more about it?

We made up a whole system of bets about who gets tickled if so and so looses, and we're going to do it THIS saturday. I'm so excited at my luck! I'll post after it happens.

Punk Kid

After that, you could both tie her up at the same time, one of you binding her wrists, while the other one of you ties her ankles. It makes it more dramatic that way. Ever take off her shoes and socks *after* you've tied her up? If so, how did that happen?

One thing to try, is to have a chair and a foot rest out, then try the "capture" game I mentioned above. When you catch her, non-barefoot, each of you could carry her over to the chair, and one of you ties her hands together behind it, and then wraps rope pinning her torso to it, while the other one of you puts her feet on the foot rset, bound together, and then takes off her shoes and socks. If you do that, could you tell us the story?

To PH, I think you've given us some good ideas for our next play. We'll attempt to write it in a story format but I'm not sure how good it's going to come out. If you'd like to chat drop us a line on our e-mail.

Sorry cj, I am not the original Doug. I am a new Doug. And here to learn old tricks. That is why I have styled myself DougB.

Since I was a small child I have been into bondage. (Nobody seems to use the word on this site. Do the sexual overtones transgress the rules for the posting? I shall try to avoid it in future.) Anyway, the cowboy-and-Indian film genre on the cinema matinees at the time obviously represents my induction to it. However, I have a very clear recollection of my introduction to one particular important concept.

I was at primary school. That would be equivalent to Grades K to 2 or maybe 3 – anyway I was about six years old. We were having a spelling lesson – simple three-letter words. I can visualize it as clear as yesterday. The temporary classroom round the back of the main school building, the young female teacher, the rows of desks . . . On the blackboard the teacher chalked up G – A – G.

“What does that mean, Miss?”

“It’s when somebody comes to rob you,” she said. “They tie a hanky or something over your mouth to stop you from shouting for help.”

And that sounded SO-O-O cool. Thereafter, whenever we were required to write down what words we knew, amongst CAT, DOG, HAT and the like, there was also GAG. (I remember I also kept writing down COWBOY and the teachers were amazed at my erudition with such a big word but really it was just two three-letter words put together, wasn’t it? I baulked at INDIAN.) At first I did not make the connection with being tied up, but a number of subsequent cowboy films showed that the two went together.

I was an only child, but I had plenty of cousins, and my close friend up the road had a big garden with a wood in it – plenty of trees to be tied to. But I will leave all that for a later posting. Suffice it to say that when we were all very young, tie-up-games were quite common.

My next revelation came quite soon afterwards. I was sitting in the cinema during a Saturday afternoon matinee. It was a pirate film rather than a cowboy film this time, and the hero was tied up below decks. (I remember knees tied together – first time I had ever seen that done.) My companion for the afternoon, let’s call him David (come to think of it, his name WAS David, but this is hardly actionable so I shall continue) turned to me and said –

“Eee! I would not like to be tied up. Would you?”

I was shocked. It was the first time that I realized that what I felt and what I appreciated and what I liked were not shared by the whole of humanity. I cannot remember my response to his query, but it would have been whatever phrase we used at the time to request silence while we followed the dialogue of the film, sidestepping a reply. My view of the world changed that afternoon.

For the first few years the only gag that I could visualize was either a handkerchief or the kerchief that came with my cowboy outfit. A little child’s handkerchief with nursery rhymes printed on did not really do the trick. (Mine had images of the Struwwelpeter stories, with the girl with her hair on fire after playing with matches, and the boy with his thumbs scissored off after sucking them – God! what a thing to give a child!) Perfectly good, though, for tying up teddy bears and soft toys. I have just remembered, my mother actually caught me doing that once - how embarrassing!

A few years later I was visiting someone along with my parents. From the back of the car I caught a glimpse of a young woman, standing at a Glasgow bus stop. And she was wearing a headscarf. It was a light cotton scarf, green with white polka dots, which was the fashion at that time. It suddenly struck me that such a thing would make an ideal gag. Slip it off her hair; tie it round her mouth – perfect! That is a scene that, despite its mundanity and innocence, is deep in my memory. For me that is the “little girl in the white dress” soliloquy from CITIZEN KANE.

Ever since then I have regarded a headscarf as the sexiest thing a woman can wear, Nora Batty notwithstanding. (Sorry, that last is a reference to a British television comedy that is so parochial I am sure it has never crossed the Atlantic.) As well as framing the female face with its primitive simplicity, it has the added connotation as an easily deployed gag or a blindfold. And, yes, I am familiar with the KSSP website, thank you. Unfortunately my wife rarely indulges me in this. Mrs B says that it flattens the hairstyle and it does not stay on securely. Anyway, she had a convent school education and she has done with head coverings for good. But the truth is that she is aware of the real reason I like it, and she is wary of unleashing my uncontrolled libido.

Do any of the rest of you have memories like this? I would love to read, on this site, accounts of the incidents that have led to the awakening of the interests that we all share here.
 

Sorry for the delay in replying - I've been away for a few days. I will answer some (at least) of your questions, although more definitive responses may have to wait.

The art work (the "freckles"!) disappeared, along with my embarassement, under a hot shower. After these "activity" weekends the shower was a family rule, which no amout of protest from the youngest member was going to change. My new found mates had tried to warn me in a round about sort of way so I guess I only had my own stupidity to blame for the final scene with my family.

Regarding the lederhosen, I was almost the only person in our patrol who was reluctant to be seen wearing these curious garments but by the time I arrived home I had forgotten how I was dressed. At that age one's attention is soon drawn to other matters and it does have to be said they were extraordinarily comfortable! The twins carried out their promise (or threat!) but you will have to wait to find out more. I hope to be able to continue the adventures in a few weeks.

Yes, I am still a heavy sleeper, and yes, I often sleep on my stomach, frequently without being aware of it. Some times my hands finish up behind my back and I have friends who have been known to take advantage of this situation. Regrettably, I wil not be writing about this, either now or in the future!!

I love the new format, with the most recent posts at the top.

Don't have to scroll for almost a whole minute to see the latest posts, which is what regulars are wanting to see.

Thanks for providing this service for us.

The article tells more or less of how I was awakened to what my interests are. I later showed it to my parents! They were rather accepting, but surprised. My mom said "I never knew you were this way." Check it out!

Burglar (and Canuck): The new format is rather uncomfortable. One has to scroll down and then up and then down again to locate the first of the latest contributions, go up again to its top and read it. Then one has to get to the next (upper) post and repeat it all. I hope the Book will return to its previous format soon.

Someone was saying that it's a pain scrolling down the page. Sorry, can't remember who, but there is a little trick. If you hold down the Ctrl key and press END you will shoot straight to the bottom, then just scroll up to where you last read.. Least that's how I do it. I actually find it quite hard to follow this format, but I understand that we will be resuming to the old format, ie new to bottom.

Thanks for the stories.
 

When we came home she quickly unpacked her ribbons and went to her bedroom to change her clothes but we couldn't start playing right away because we had something else to do and she also had a homework to do but we promised her we'll play with ribbons in the afternoon which we did. In short, we had a lot of fun. We used all ribbons at the same time and she was tied up like a little Christmas package. We tied her up on the floor between two chairs. Her hands were tied over her had to one chair and her legs we tied to the the chair on the opposite side so that her feet rested up on the seat where we could tickle her toes and soles.

Anyway, we played this for some time until she hurt form laughing. She then decided to watch some cartoons instead so we untied her and let her go. She said she wants too buy more ribbons before we play again and she doesn't even mind if she pays for them with her pocket money. How's that for enthusiasm!

However, I thought back and started to view this in perspective.

Most stories on this site are things like kids or teenagers tying up friends their own age, in their own personal play. Nothing wrong there. Some stories have adults involved, as well. One time, someone appeared on this board who had a 13 year old son named Rob who wished to be tied up. She posted her concerns, and was met with some criticism and some support. She eventually got around to posting her stories, and they were accepted. It was a situation of a single mother tying up a son who wished to be tied up, and even involving some friends of hers as well. She admitted that tying up her son and seeing him helpless made her feel uncomfortable, but posted anyway.

We might be seeing a repeat of that. Here are stories by two parents who tie up their daughter, and like with Rob and his mother, this seems to be nothing more than a playful "game" of sorts that doesn't get out of hand. The difference betweem this and, say, GillainB's stories which often involved her mother or aunt tying her up, is that this time, the parents involved *are actually posting on this board*! Instead of "this is what happened when I was a kid/teen", it's "this is happening now", and we can actually give our thoughts to the people involved.

I don't know what else to say about this. I'm a little freaked out by reading these stories, but the reason is probably because they take place in the present. To Rich and Amy, as long as your daughter truly can opt out, and is actually the one to start the "tie up games" herself, then I probably shouldn't be concerned. Still, I felt I had to get my thoughts out.

(I'm thinking of changing my user name to either Yuna/Yunie or Rikku. Or should I stay with Garnet?)

Oh well. Sorry that this is so off-topic, but I'll post tomorrow night. Promise! Just hope the moderator doesn't delete this pointless little message on me.

With Love,
Princess Garnet

The computer died. No joke. I'll NEVER have another Macintosh! I am using a borrowed machine to write this.

Heavens. I forgot where I was in my story about Cindy. I think my story has already gone into the archives. I HAVE been gone awhile.

A quick summary, for the purposes of getting myself into the story again if nothing else....

I recall that Cindy had found me down by the creek, in the park where we so often went. She was, by then, 11, I believe and I was around 13 or nearly so. Cindy was dressed in a really cute (and really short) combination tennis dress and short shorts. She had always been a "looker" and with me verging on adolescence, the sight of her stirred the blood for sure. I had been depressed, that day, about something. With a 13 year old, who knew for sure? Cindy sensed it (as she always did - she was such a sweet kid) and started teasing me, eventually talking me into tying her up. She had really gotten into that. Seemed like it happened many many times and Cindy usually insisted on being the "tieee" rather than the tier. She was really imaginative and would think of all kinds of ways to get herself tied up. As cute as she was, I was usually willing to oblige. That day was no different. She even brought her own rope and a black bandana to use for a blindfold. I bound her hands tightly behind her back, crossing her wrists and double knotting them, then securely blindfolded her. The little bugger was having giggle fits the whole time. She was enjoying herself tremendously. So, I have to admit, was I.
At first, I carefully led her about the park, stopping now and then and letting her guess where she was. I had her good and confused because she kept making mistakes. It didn't bother her. She would just have a revival of the giggle fits and we'd go on. I never would tell her where she was. After awhile, when we got to a grassy part of the park, where she was less likely to trip over things while groping about blindfolded, I started having her follow my voice. I had to be really careful to look where she was going, since her hands were tied behind her back. She seemed to enjoy that too. I don't know how long the two of us played like that. Might have been an hour. Maybe more. I led her all over the park, a few times having to catch her because she got her feet tangled. I never got very far away from her. I remember being surprised that someone didn't come running to her aid, as she was shrieking with delight as she blundered about in her blindness, trying to follow my voice and her own instincts. 
After a bit, I had her sit down and cross her legs. We both needed a rest. My heart was pounding wildly, of course, and not just from physical exertion either. The sight of her in that sexy outfit, with that black blindfold covering her eyes and her hands tied behind her back was almost more than my hormonal self could take!
"Want me to let you go now," I recall asking, out of breath.
She shook her head vigorously. "Where are we?" She tilted her head in a vain attempt to see beneath the blindfold that covered her eyes. She showed me that silly grin when her attempt failed.
"Guess!"
She twisted her head side to side as though she could see (she plainly couldn't) and seemed to be sniffing the air.
I laughed. "What are you doing?"
She broke into giggle fits again. "I can't see. Where am I?"
"Guess!"
"By the creek?" her puzzled expression told me she simply had no idea where she was.
"Wrong!"
"That stinks!"
"Yep!"
She tilted her head back in another vain attempt to peek under her blindfold, then a look of resignation came over her face.
"Oh well," she finally said, then sat still for several seconds, as though collecting her thoughts. She really did look cute tied and blindfolded like that. "Lead me around somemore," she finally said. I carefully helped her to her feet. I recall that her legs wobbled a bit and she seemed unsteady for a few seconds. I quickly came to her aid, stepping right in front of her, catching hold of her legs. She giggled with delight.
"Now what are YOU doin'?" she drawled (recall that Cindy was from the Carolinas) with a healthy laugh.
"I just didn't want you to fall!"
She looked skeptical. "You just wanted to get a good look at my legs!"
"I did not!"
Cindy only laughed and we resumed our trek around the park. I began leading her back down toward the creek, figuring once we got there, she might agree to let me untie her. I was enjoying the game too but it was wearing me out and I was afraid that if it went on too long, she might trip and hurt herself. She was getting a little too confident and a bit too careless for someone blindfolded with their hands tied behind them. As we approached the creek and the ground became a little less level, I gently took hold of her and began leading her.
Cindy broke into a knowing smile. "I think I know where we are!" she said with some delight. But she didn't get to finish her thought...
"Well well," a rough sounding voice from behind me said. "What's this?"
Cindy stopped in her tracks and once more attempted unsuccessfully to peek beneath her blindfold. "Who's that?" she asked.
There, by the creek, were two boys. They were leaning against one of the larger trees there watching our antics. No telling how long they had been there. Each wore a sneer on their face. I recognized them immediately and gasp. Cindy must have heard me. One of them had previously made the mistake of antagonizing Cindy and she had thrashed him soundly. Recall that Cindy was a gentle, loving little girl until she was provoked. Now, seeing Cindy in no position to defend herself, with her hands pinned securely behind her back and her eyes blinded, I guess he figured it was a good time to exact some revenge. The two of them advanced on us. What was I going to do?

To be continued
 

Well, now that that's taken care of...

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Role playing has always been a thing of mine. Not only the role playing world as a means of acting, but also over the internet. You know, battle systems and all types of things. I got so engrossed that I just finished a 6,000+ page book (PDF format) describing my own system and guidelines. Crazy, isn't it?

Anyways, Jenna had come to visit over at my house for the day. I was 13 and so was Jenna. My dad was at work and my mom went out food shopping for a little bit. After a 10 minute fight with her, I finally got her to realize that I didn't need a babysitter since she wouldn't be gone all that long, anyway.

Jenna and I took this oppotunity to set up another role playing adventure. Now, the details of the storyline are a little fuzzy in my mind, but I know it had something to do with a captured senshi. Realize, we didn't do this as a tie-up game, and this was not meant to be one, either. Anyways, we got into our costumes (which looked pretty accurate, by the way) and began our story.

About 20 minutes into the game, I got a call from my boyfriend (Grrr...interrupt me!) asking me if he could come over. Jenna was a little self-conscious about him seeing her in such a skimpy outfit, but she finally decided that it was okay.

I assumed that it would take him a good half hour to get to the house, so we continued to play for a while. Little did I know that he was a lot closer than I had realized...

*TO BE CONTINUED*

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With Love,
Princess Garnet

PART I

It had been a fun, relaxing day of shopping that afternoon. My girlfriend, Kelly, and I had spent a rainy afternoon at the mall. Just the usual: shopping, girl-talk, and gossip. Earlier that day, we had taken a drive out to Niagara-on-the-Lake. For the occasion, we had put the top down on the BMW, enjoying the cool afternoon air blowing through our hair. I had put a CD in the stereo, and we listened to it over the sound of the engine. It was early May, and the signs of a pleasant summer approaching could be felt in the air. The last traces of snow had disappeared weeks ago, and nature seemed to be coming back to life in that special way of this part of the country. 

I gunned the engine and took the turn off from the highway and drove towards my townhouse. My domicile was located on a side street in a pleasant, tree-lined neighborhood. It was fairly small, but I had it cozy. And in any case, it was better paying a mortgage than rent. 

I dropped the car into second and swung into the driveway. I activated the electric soft-top and popped the trunk release. Kelly and I gathered our shopping bags and headed towards the front door. Once inside, I headed towards the fridge. “Want a Coke, or something?” I asked my friend.

“Do you have Diet Coke?” Kelly put down the last of the bags and came over to see what I had. “If you don’t, then that would be fine. Thanks.”

I poured us each a drink with ice cubes and we took it into the main room. I switched on the TV and thumbed through the guide. We watched some fashion programs, followed by some situation comedies. Finally, we decided to watch one of my taped movies. Looking through my collection, I came across Whispers In the Dark. I had seen it a couple of times myself, however Kelly had never seen it. Just your basic psychological thriller. Annabelle Sciorra was a criminal psychologist who had a dangerous youth as a patient. At some point in the movie, he broke into her apartment and tied her up. She was in a secure hog-tie and tightly gagged. 

“Looks like she’s really in trouble, doesn’t it?” I commented, lounging on the sofa.

“Yeah, it does,” Kelly replied. “I don’t think she’ll be going anywhere for awhile.” She suddenly smiled. “I guess he took lessons from you.”

I looked over at my friend, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Well, do you remember that night when you had Steve all tied up like that? I thought that he was almost going to cry before we were through with him.”

Kelly was referring to a Halloween party she had held (Halloween Hogtie, November-October, 2001). As you recall, dear readers, I had to tie the poor guy up so I could enjoy the rest of the evening without his harassment. I hadn’t thought about it in months. “I couldn’t believe how tightly you had him bound. I mean, he was completely at our mercy!” she continued. “I wish I knew how to tie a guy up like that.”

“Why would you want to know how to tie a guy up?” I looked at her with mock seriousness. “You’re not being bothered by anyone, are you?”

Kelly smiled at this. “I wouldn’t say I was exactly being bothered, but do you remember Glenn?” Glenn was Kelly’s current boyfriend, and although I had only met him once, a couple of months ago, I remember him as being a nice guy. She continued, “Well, we were over at his place a few nights ago, and we got talking. He dropped the hint - get this – that it would be really fun if I would tie him up. Can you believe it!”

“So did you?”

“Well, I was really taken by surprise. I didn’t know what to do.” She laughed. “Guys just love that sort of stuff, don’t they?”

“I think Steve enjoyed it at first.” I joined her in laughing. “That is, until he realized he would be spending the evening that way.”

Kelly was starting to look thoughtful. “You know, Lisa, you had quite lot of experience with this sort of thing from your babysitting days. So I was just thinking, maybe you could show me how to do an effective hog-tie. We could take turns tying each other up. It would really be fun!”

I looked at my best friend in astonishment. Little did I know how the afternoon would turn out . . .

“So let me get this straight – you want me to teach you how to tie up your boyfriend?” I looked at Kelly with amazement. “Are you sure this is what he wants?”

“It sure is!” Kelly exclaimed. “Glenn has bugged me about it several times. The thing is, I want to be able to do it right the first time – securely and safely. I don’t want him to be disappointed. This guy is really a dreamboat.”

I sighed. “Well, it’s been some time, but I think I can still show you the ropes.” I smiled at the inadvertent pun “’Show you the ropes’. Get it?”

“Okay, enough with the wise talk. I got a relationship at stake here.” Kelly looked thoughtful for a moment. “Do you have any rope we could use? I don’t want anything too abrasive? I wouldn’t want any rope burns on my gorgeous legs!”

Kelly had been a cheerleader in high school, and later on when she was at university. Her athletic figure was the result of many years of practice and working out at the gym. Of the two of us, she was the more extroverted. Whereas I was content to spend an evening at home reading a good book, she would be out every night at a sorority party, or bar hopping with her cheerleader friends. One time, when we were at a bachelorette party for one of our mutual friends, she flashed the hunky stripper. Kelly and I were about as different as two friends could be in certain ways, yet we had always been close for many years. I sometimes think that it is the differences between us which actually complement us. 

Of course, this afternoon was different. I being the so-called expert in bondage, Kelly was now relying on me to show her the way. “I think that I have some nylon rope in the garage.” In addition to my love of sport cars, I also enjoyed many a summer afternoon on the lake. I loved sailing, and had a small sailboat – a brand of high-performance boat known as a Laser – berthed nearby at the local marina. As anyone involved in sailing knows, rope in required for the tying up and rigging of a sailboat, and also for the cover used in the winter months. I had a series of lengths of rope in the garage, the longest of which was nearly a hundred feet. Perfect. I think.

I slipped back into my heels at the entranceway and went through the door which led directly to the garage. It was a single car garage, and when I didn’t have the car parked in it, found it useful for storage. I reached around for the light, and suddenly the garage was bathed in light from the single, overhead bulb. I looked around. Hung on the far wall were the ropes. Reaching over some boxes I had yet to unpack, I grabbed them and headed back inside. 

Kelly was lounging on the sofa, sipping the last of the Diet Coke, and idly watching the TV. “Okay,” I said, slipping out of my heels. “I got the ropes. We’ll go upstairs and use the bed. It will be safer and more comfortable that way.” 

Enthusiastically, Kelly put down her drink and we both proceeded upstairs to my bedroom. My townhouse was small, but nicely laid out. The master bedroom was located over the garage, and had a nice view of the lake. Best of all, it had a walk-in closet. Perfect for a fashion fanatic like myself. 

Kelly picked up one of the coils of rope. “Okay. Let me tie you up first. I’ll try a hog-tie, just like you put Steve in on Halloween.”

With that, she walked behind me, and crossed my wrists behind my back. She started to wrap the coils around and around my wrists, diagonally, and then tied it off. I tested her work. Not bad, but I probably could escape eventually. Next, she took another length of rope and started to wrap it around my upper body, going above and below my breasts. After tying that off, she told me to sit down on the edge of the bed. Kelly then tied my ankles together with the final rope, then continued onwards to my knees, snugly tying then together just below the hem of my skirt. 

“Lie down and roll over, please.” Kelly helped me lie down and roll over so that I was lying face down on the bed. Taking the end of the rope that was binding my knees, she brought it up, passed it through the ropes around my body, and then brought it down to my ankles. She pulled my feet back until my feet were almost touching my hands, then finally tied it off at my wrists. “There, that should hold you.” She stepped back, pleased with her work.

“Don’t get too smug, yet,” I replied, testing my bonds. I wriggled back and forth, trying to find some slack. My legs were tied pretty securely, so I went to work on freeing my hands. Since my arms were bound to my sides, I couldn’t move my hands too well. I struggled some more, trying to find an avenue of escape. My best bet was to work on the ropes tying my arms. I wriggled my shoulders up and down. The ropes slipped down my arms. Slightly. 

It eventually dawned on me that since my ankles were tied to the ropes around my body, I could try and straighten my legs and pull them down. I flexed the muscles in my thighs, while trying to squeeze my arms against my body as much as I could. At first, nothing happened. Kelly stood grinning, satisfied that I would never escape. Gradually, I could feel the ropes sliding down my arms until they were around my waist. I now had some leverage to free my hands. Kelly’s smile slowly disappeared. No longer in a hog-tie, I could twist around and see how my hands were tied. The rope was looped diagonally around my wrists, but not cinched. Excellent. First rule of bondage 101 – always cinch when tying to prevent coils that can be worked loose. Kelly had failed the first test of Bondage University. 

It took about half an hour, but eventually I managed to find and work a coil loose from around my wrists. I was on my way to freedom. Before long, I managed to free my hands completely! Triumphantly, I rolled over and sat up. I started to work on my legs. Before long, they were free, and I stood up and let the coils of rope slide down my body and onto the floor. 

Kelly was nonplussed. “I thought I really had you there, Lisa, girl.”

I laughed. “If you tie Glenn up like that, he’ll dump you for a girl who really knows how to tie a knot.” I winked good-naturedly at her. “Someone like me, perhaps.” I gathered up the ropes at my feet, and untangled them. “Okay, Kelly, let me show you how it’s really done.”

Probably many will not remember the beginnings of my story, so I will summarize. this time adding some details I omitted last time simply becuase I didn't remember them. It's cruel how the years steal away some of our memories.

This event happened when I was about 13 and Cindy, my best pal at the time, was around 11. As I said in my first story, Cindy was a cute little girl and sweet as could be unless you provoked her. I almost never did. Whoa be unto those who riled her. Thinking back now, I believe she took gymnastics or some such and she was strong and athletic. A neighborhood bully who was physically bigger than both of us, made the mistake of angering her once and before he knew it, Cindy had him on the ground, with her sitting astride him, pinning his shoulders down with her knees, his arms outstretched and firmly held in place by Cindy's strong and determined hands. He was obliged to plead for mercy, something he was very unaccustomed to and something he NEVER forgot, as my tale will reveal later.
Ever since I had conned her into letting me tie her up around the time she was 8 or 9 (as related in my very first post about her), Cindy had become, I guess the word is addicted, to being tied up. She was forever finding clever ways of getting me to do it, usually insisting that I blindfold her as well. Perhaps being blinded increased the sense of fascination or suspense she felt. I've never, before or since, encountered anyone so enamored of being bound and blindfolded as was Cindy. And as cute as she was, I didn't mind obliging her.
On this particular day, I was alone in the park (or so I believed), sitting atop some rocks in the midst of a slow running stream that meandered through our favorite hideaway.
I don't really recall why, but I was feeling down. No, disgusted, is probably a better term. At 13 who needs a good reason to be in a funk, anyway? It just comes with the territory, I think. As I sat there, grimly contemplating the gurgling water as it swirled past the rocks, I heard something behind me. I turned to find a pair of shapely, bare legs standing next to me. I didn't need to look up. I would know those legs anywhere.
"Hey," Cindy drawled. She was a Southern girl, remember.
"Hey," I said in reply, then returned my gaze to the swirling waters, feeling, all at once, happiness at seeing her and mild irritation at having my grand sulk interrupted. When you are an emerging adolescent, your sulk time is golden to you.
She crossed over in front of me and I know I must have been in a deep funk, because she was wearing what I could only describe as a really cute (and really short) tennis dress and at the age I was then, the sight of her in that outfit always stirred my hormonal blood. I barely even noticed, despite her nearly stepping right on me and my getting a close up look at those sexy, bare legs of hers. She wasn't a "little"girl anymore and I wasn't as "little" as I once was, either. My heart barely rippled, Even when she stood over me, feet slightly apart, practically framing me between her knees. I merely stared, blankly, through her parted legs and at the water running downstream away from me. After a moment, she sat down on the rock in front of me, but said nothing for what seemed like a long time. Cindy was good. Very good.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked, after that pause, sounding genuinely worried.
I shook my head and turned away. I don't remember why I was upset. I wish I did. For me to act this way with Cindy, it must have been something catastrophic.
Ah....NOW I remember. The only kind of pet I had while growing up was a series of parakeets. Mine had flown away that morning while I was cleaning out its cage. oh yes!!! Now I remember. My step brother had left the door open and the bird had escaped. I swore (and still do) that he did it deliberately. But that's another story for another chatsite, not this one. The parents had been no help at all. My drunken "Mother" blamed me for being "stupid." So I was feeling pretty horrible that morning and really just wanted to be left alone to suffer by myself. Stupid, I know, but I was only 13.
Cindy persisted, as only she could. "If you aren't mad at me how come you won"t talk to me?" She gently took hold of one of my hands. There were VERY few people in the world I would allow to do that. Cindy was one.
When she did, my eyes filled up with tears. Now, for a guy, in the American South, that was a major embarassment. Everyone KNEW that men, real men, didn't shed tears. Everyone but Cindy. A few years later, when she and her Mother moved away, I lost touch with her, but I hope she because a doctor or counselor or some such because she had the knack for it, no doubt.
"Cmon," she said serenly, in that soothing tone she used on me so often.
"Huh?" I was puzzled.
She rose to her feet, once again standing over me in that cute outfit of hers. This time I couldn't help but look up.
She smiled knowingly.
"Gotcha to look!" she beamed. I had to smile back, through the tears. She gently, but firmly, pulled me to my feet, and, clinging to my hand, led me to the steam bank.
"Where we goin'?" I finally asked her. I saw that knowing smile again. She towed me to a nearby tree where she had parked her bike and began digging in the wicker basket that hung between her handle bars.
"What?" I insisted, feeling a tad bit irritated at all the mystery.
Cindy pulled out some light rope and a black bandana and beamed at me. She needn't say a word. I knew what she wanted. Good grief, she had even brought the rope and the blindfold for the occasion this time. But I wasn't really feeling up to a full fledged game of tie up; Cindy sensed my lack of enthusiasm.
"Cmon," she insisted. "it will help you forget whatever's bothering you." Still, I balked, although, by that time, I had begun to notice, more and more, the cute outfit she wore and how appealing she looked in it. Hormones to the rescue? What an absurd notion!
Cindy wasn't going to take no or even maybe for an answer. She began to push at me, giggling; I didn't react much, until she started trying to tickle me. I was VERY ticklish. I shrieked and tried to flee, but Cindy, being the athlete she was, kept right up with me, finally wrestling me to the ground and sitting atop me, those bare, sexy legs of hers, holding me in a vise like grip while she ravaged my arm pits. I thought I would suffocate.
"You gonna kidnap me or not?" She said, laughing hysterically.
"All right. All right," I gasped. I felt those strong legs relax, but Cindy was still sitting on top me, with those mischevious grin beaming down at me.
"Well?" she said.
"Okay," I said, still out of breath and desperate to keep her from tickling me anymore. "Get up and put your hands behind your back."
Cindy giggled, climbing off me, even helping me get up, and then turning and crossing her hands behind her back, beaming expectantly. For a moment I thought of fleeing again. I really didn't feel up to it that day. But I knew what wouldhappen if I betrayed her trust and she caught me again...
Instead, I went directly to her wicker basket and pulled out the rope, returning quickly to begin tying her wrists together behind her back.
"Tie 'em good," she exorted me, breaking into one of her infamous giggle fits.
I remember thinking oh, I will. You aren't going to get to tickle me again!
I looped the rope about her wrists several times, tying them as tightly as I dared, being careful not to hurt her. Cindy stood quite still and made no complaint. When I thought I had her securely tied, I asked if it hurt. She shook her head and beamed at me. I rarely ever saw that girl frown. I don't know how she managed such a bright disposition. She stood, feet slightly apart and tugged at her bonds until she was quite satisfied she couldn't pull free.
I admit to feeling a bit of relief. She couldn't very well tickle me with her hands tied behind her back! I think it was then that I fully realized how sexy she looked, standing there in that really short tennis dress with her hands tied behind her, beaming at me as though I had done her a huge favor. That girl really liked being tied up...
"Well?" she said again. I looked at her puzzled, then had to avert my eyes, as I had inadvertently let my gaze dwell on her legs, something she noted right away and smiled knowingly. 
"Well, what?" I replied, a bit embarassed at being "caught."
"I can still SEE you!" she said with an almost maniacal laugh. I guess the sound of my heart beginning to thump wildly in my chest had kept me from hearing her fully or from understanding her meaning.
"What?"
"If you're gonna kidnap me, I have to be blindfolded, silly!"
I must have given her the "deer caught in the headlights" look, because she laughed hysterically.
I nodded my head and went back to the wicker basket, finding the black bandana and shaping it into a blindfold as I strode back to her. she broke into giggles again and turned about so I could blindfold her. I wrapped the black bandana around her eyes and knotted is securely behind her head, careful not to tangle it in her golden brown hair. She giggled again.
"I can still see," she proclaimed, breaking into yet more giggles. She was plainly enjoying herself, thoroughly. I carefully turned her about and began to adjust her blindfold.
"You're a stinker!" I remember saying to her, gently.
She laughed. "Uh huh."
"Pull it down somemore," she said finally. I did. "Now tighten it some." I complied. Cindy beamed happily. "There. Now I can't see!"
By then, the ole ticker had begun to thump mightily. There she stood, dressed in that sexy outfit, blindfolded, her hands securely bound behind her back, smiling broadly.
"Now you can look at my legs and I won't know it," she said with that devious smile.
"You are a stinker!" I said again and she laughed.
"Yep! I'm a little stinker!"
I gently took hold of her. "Cmon little stinker," I said, and began to lead her up a rise, away from the creek. She giggled again, and tugged at the bonds that held her hands. Satisfied that she couldn't get free, she beamed happily. I led her away, wondering where I would take it. We had played out this scenario many times. Where would I take my captive this time?

To be continued tomorrow night - promise 

Nuts!!! I spoiled my own suspense. My earlier post, though not nearly so detailed as my second, kind of gave away what happens next.

Well, if nothing else, it makes telling the "rest of the story" a bit easier for me.

Tomorrow night....

PS - RPGs Rock

Sate: I'd love to hear more..

Have you read Janet's post on Apr. 15, in the College section?

What happened to the Burglar Site?

When last I left off, Cindy and I were being confronted by a pair of menacing boys, one of which had a grudge against Cindy. Seeing her tied, blinded and seemingly helpless, this boy and his friend apparently had their minds set on repaying an old debt.

"Well, and what's happened to you?" the bigger boy taunted Cindy and began to walk towards her. She could see nothing, but seemed to sense what he was about.
"Leave her alone!" I shouted and tried to step between Cindy and her attacker.
"Out of the way _____________ (never mind what he called me)," he said scornfully and pushed me aside. I scrambled back to my feet and tried to get to Cindy, intending to yank down her blindfold so she could at least see what was coming. Cindy, meantime, tugged hard at her bonds but couldn't budge her hands. Regretfully, I had tied her all too securely. The other boy virtually tackled me, knocking me down and I fell at Cindy's feet.
"What do you want?" Cindy demanded and I could tell, instantly, that the sweet little girl had given way to the she devil. She backed up as though trying to flee, but, in her blindness, nearly toppled over.
I tried to struggle to my feet, but was pushed down again, then dragged out of the way. The two boys closed in on mybound and blindfolded friend. She tilted her head back in another vain attempt to see under her blindfold. I had done too thorough a job there too.
Once more I scrambled to my feet and this time, the other boy hit me, striking me a glancing blow on the side of my jaw. I was stunned, momentarily, but something about that action and the fact that I was defending someone I cared about a great deal stirred me to spring back up and literally pounce on the smaller boy, driving him to the ground. The next minute or so remains a blur. I remember flailing arms and my having my forearm driven into the boy's throat while I pressed him to the ground. I guess I went fairly berserk. It wasn't my nature to be violent, even when provoked, but I think, perhaps, the idea of them picking on Cindy, who was quite helpless, set me off in a way that nothing could have. I recall hearing the boy gasping for air and seeing his face turned beet red. He began to cough and choke. I heard commotion from behind me but was too preoccupied to turn about and look. What I would have seen would have amazed me. While I have heard of people boasting they could beat someone with one hand tied behind them, Cindy was literally kicking the stuffings out of the big bully with BOTH hands tied and blindfolded to boot. What I remember next is seeing the other boy on his feet and fleeing into the woods. I don't even remember allowing him to get up. I then turned around to see the bully sidestepping Cindy's blind kicks, catching hold of one foot and pulling her down. She tumbled hard, letting out a sharp cry.
I went utterly berserk. Never before and never since have I dared do what happened next. Had I been a football player, I would have probably gotten ejected from the game, because I literally threw a cross body block on the big boy's lower back, spilling him onto the ground and knocking the breath out of him. Call it luck. Call it destiny. Call it whatever you like, but I jumped up, ran to Cindy and began to untie her hands, loosening them enough that she could pull them free and pull off her blindfold. She seemed a bit dazed herself.
"Are you okay?" I asked her, shaking from both rage and fear. What I had just done was totally against my character.
As her vision cleared, Cindy gazed in amazement at the big bully boy lying on the ground not far away.
"What did you do to him?"
"He made me mad!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah," Cindy marveled, then showed me that grin. "I guess he did."
The bully boy looked up from his place on the ground, realized that Cindy was freed and started to try and get to his feet. Not so fast!
Cindy pounced. "Not so easy now that my hands aren't tied, huh?" she taunted as she sat astride him.
The boys expressions was a mixture of disgust, rage and outright terror. Cindy got up and stood over him menacingly.
"Get out of here!" she shouted. "And don't bother us anymore!"
The bully got to his feet and gave both of us, particularly me, that look that told me the issue wasn't settled and we'd see him again. Both of us glared back. He departed in the same direction that his friend had.
Once he was gone, I turned to Cindy. "You sure you're okay?"
"Are you?"
I nodded. Cindy was bruised in a couple of places but seemed otherwise unharmed.
"Boy," she said. "You sure had me tied up tight."
"That's what you wanted."
"I know." She was grinning at me again.
Then she giggled. "That was fun. Let's do it again!"
I stared at her incredulously.
"Cmon," she said. "It was just getting to be fun."
I shook my head in disbelief. "What if they come back?"
"They won't."
"Maybe tomorrow."
Cindy shrugged her shoulders. "Okay," she said, then strode over and kissed me right on the cheek.
I think I turned about 4 different shades of red while Cindy laughed hysterically.
I really did have a crush on that girl. It broke my heart when she moved away a year or two later.

I'd love to read any more stories you have about tying up Cindy, if you find the time to post them!