Please let me know what you think. I have other stoies to tell if your interested. Mostly about the cute little China Girl who lived next door to me and like to dress as a crime fighter. and who I like to put in peril.

My one and only "tie up" experience with a person younger than myself, isn't even "real". Basically, I was 18 and working with kids in a summer job at a playground program. A hyperactive 5-year-old girl (cute and "tough" looking for her age - she had short black hair as I recall) got in my face a lot and acted belligerent in a playful way. I had her pretend to be a prisoner, and I playacted tying her hands behind her back, physically crossing them, and her feet together, and gagging her by putting my hand over her mouth. She wasn't actually tied in the least, but played along as though she were, pretending to struggle and mmmphh. That story, is in the archives, I think January 2000, and it's called "Crazy girl!" I don't want to repeat it all right now, unless you'd like to know all the details and can't find it in the archives.

Anyways, you did what's probably the smart thing to do, but not getting involved with that girl.

Same for Lisa's babysitting experience too.

In the last game, Andrew and David captured us three and tied us up in Andrew’s room. However, they made a mistake in tying my knots, and as a result I was able to free myself. I then freed my companions, Donald and Frank and then captured Andrew and David. This time they were not able to escape, and we won our very first victory.

One of our many friends in the neighborhood is the Adams twins, Chester and Jay. Now they are not identical twins. They are fraternal twins. Chester has brown hair, blue eyes. Jay has red hair and also blue eyes. They were about the same height. Both are ten years old.

It was Saturday afternoon after our last game that the twins came over. Betty was at David’s place, playing with Nancy and Cathy, while my younger brothers were at my grandfather’s house that weekend. We were in the living room, all seven (Tom , Andrew, Frank, Donald, David, Chester and Jay) of us were watching TV It was a detective show, and the hero was bound and gagged at a particular scene. Now, we had seen this show about a million times, and we spent the time making critical commentaries about the show. Now, when the bound and gagged scene in that show.

“Look at the way he’s tied up! Why I could have easily gotten away from that! And if that dumb detective only use his head, he would have gotten away in no time. Instead, it takes him three to four hours to get out!”, Chester suddenly blurted out.

“And I suppose you could have done a better job, Chet?”, I sneered.

“If I were the one who ties him up, he would have never escaped!”, Chester boasted.

“Sure, and I’m Abe Lincoln”, I replied.

“Bet I could tie you and you can’t escape”, Chester challenged.

“Save your breath. You could never tie me up! None of you can ever tie me up!” I responded.

Of course, to my brother, David, Frank and Donald, this is an empty boast. I knew they could tie me up and me not get away from it. But Chester and Jay never was part of any tie up games, and so…

“Let’s make it more interesting.”, Jay suddenly said. “Chet and I would tie you up, and if you escape, you can tie us up! Just free us when we tell you, O.K.”

“Why should you tie him up also. Tie someone else up.”, Chester angrily said.

“How about you Frank? Want to join in this bet”, I asked Frank before Jay could respond to his twin.

“Sure, why not?” Frank replied.

“Okay, here’s the deal. You two would tie Frank and me. You decide who’s going to tie who. If one of us gets free, he could untie the other one. And when we get free, we would tie you both up. And by the way, you could use as much rope as you want. Andrew, Donald and David would be the referees to ascertain the fairness of our game.” I said.

Both agreed to my terms. Chester would tie me up while Jay would tie Frank.

“Where’s the ropes?”, Jay suddenly asked.

Andrew then put his left hand into his left pocket on his slacks and took from there two three foot white cotton rope. “Will these be enough?”, he asked.

“Sure”, Chester said.

“It’ll be fine”, Jay added.

I smiled when I heard that. Most of us know that it needs a lot more rope than that to tie somebody up. This proves that the twins does not really know much (or anything) about tie up games or tying somebody up. They didn’t even ask for handkerchiefs or duct tape for gagging.

Andrew handed both Chester and Jay each of the three foot long rope. We (Frank and me) then put our hands behind us. They then started wrapping the ropes around the wrists.

Well, both (well Chester at least) proved that they no nothing about tying somebody up. They couldn’t tie a decent knot even to save their lives! I think they got most of their tying knowledge from watching bad scenes in old movies or from rerun of shows where somebody gets tied up. And they didn’t even learn much from there.

Needless to say, they did not do a good job. When Chester knotted the rope, (using a square knot), the ropes were so loose I think that without much difficulty by just pulling one hand and pushing the other.

I was smiling the entire tying up procedure, and when he saw my smile, Chester said, “Smile now, for you soon won’t have much to smile about”, then he gave me a villain type smile. I nearly broke out laughing because even if he’s doing a terrible job, he does not even know it and has the gall to boast! He does not know that he’s going to get beaten in one of the most one sided challenges in our lives. I noticed David and Donald giggling relentlessly. I could not blame them. They too, I presume, were laughing at the twins tie-up jobs on Frank and me. Andrew was not giggling, although if he had less self control, he would have giggled like the rest of the “referees”. We (Frank, David, Donald, me, and Andrew) knew that we already won the game.

When they finished their ropework, they indicated that to Andrew, who shouted “Begin!”. We begun our struggling. Now in front of Chester and Jay’s bewildered faces, I was able to free my wrists in less than a minute and Frank was able to free his in a little more than a minute and a half. Boy, I wish I had a camera back then so I could record for posterity the look on the twins faces.

The rest of us just laughed at them as they just stood their bewildered and shocked at the extreme ineffectiveness of their work. “H-h-h-h-o-w could that be?” Jay stammered.

“It… a-l-l-l-ways…works on TV”, Chester added, also stammering.

“Well Chet, don’t believe everything you see on TV.” Frank replied.

“Looks like it’s Tom’s and Frank’s turn to tie you two up!”, Donald said. “You truly got the worst out of this deal!” He added.

Jay managed a reply. “Don’t count on it. I could probably get out of anything he comes up with!”

We all laughed at this preposterous claim, which just infuriated both twins.

Andrew took the ropes from Chester and Jay and gave it to me and Tom. “Will these be enough?”, he asked us.

“No. I think we will need the stuff!” Frank said. He then went to my room.

“What’s the ‘stuff’?”, Chester curiously asked.

“You’ll see, you’ll see!” David replied, also watching us.

Frank soon returned with a backpack. He soon opened the bag and dumped the contents on the floor. Chester and Jay just stared at the piles of rope, duct tape, handkerchiefs, socks, and bandanas that lay on the floor.

“You’re going to use that on us?”, Chester asked.

“Yep”, I said.

“No fair! They should tie us up with the ropes we used on them!” Jay protested.
“Why should they be allowed to use all those stuff on us!”, Chester yelled.

“Because when I asked you if this rope is enough, you said yes. Now, it’s only fair that I ask Tom and Frank the same question, and when they replied no, it’s only fair that they get more stuff!” Andrew replied. “Now stop whining and shut up!”

Now, that silenced the twins. We began the process of tying them up. We made them lie on the floor and made them put their hands on their back. I took a four foot piece of rope, and wrapped Chester’s crossed wrists vertically, cinching it and knotting it off with a constrictor knot and then securing it with a double square knot, carefully placing the knot where his fingers can’t reach them. Now, I did not think they would do such a thing. I am just making sure they won’t escape. Frank practically did the same thing with Jay.

Now both of them began talking on how they can easily escape. I began to get annoyed, and said, “One more word, and we’ll gag you both.”

After, wrists. I proceeded to tie his ankles. I crossed his ankles, tied them with a constrictor knot, and securing it with a double square knot, and putting it at the front, where they can’t reach it. I then tied his wrists to his ankles. He was now hogtied. Jay is also hogtied.

“Is it too tight?”, I ask Chester.

“No.” Was all he could say.

I then took a handkerchief, wadded it up and held it in front of Chester’s face.

“Time to gag you, Chet.” I said.

“Hey, you told me mmmmmppppppphhh”, I shoved the handkerchief into his mouth as he talked. “Told you not one word”, I said.

Jay was also gagged, but using socks to pack his mouth. I then took a piece of duct tape and taped Chester’s mouth. Jay to was duct taped in the mouth. I decided that this was enough.

After tying them both, we both stepped back and admired our handiwork. Before us lie two ten year old twin boys, hogtied and gagged. Andrew and the others were impressed.

“Begin!”, Andrew shouted.

Both twins started to struggle. It got them no where. Soon, both fell to their sides in their struggling. They could not move from where they are. After 10 minutes of futile struggling, both twins, dripping in sweat, just gave up and lay quietly still in the carpeted floor. After 10 minutes, David went over to the two bound and gagged boys, and tickled both their feet (both were barefoot). Both went crazy. Both laughed and laughed. They jerked, struggled and try to avoid David’s fingers, but it did no good. Soon, all they can do is endure his tickling. Then the rest of us went and join the tickling. We tickled their feet, their stomach, their sides, their ribs and armpits. They are probably the most ticklish boys we ever met (except for Andrew and me). They wiggled, tried their best to avoid further suffering, but they just could not. We decided to be merciful on both of them and gave them 2-3 minute breaks. We continued for 30 minutes.

After 30 minutes, we decided to stop and watched TV instead. We positioned Chester and Jay’s head so they can see what were watching. They stayed bound and gagged for 30 minutes more. Then Frank and I untied them.

“You’ll going to pay for this!”, Chester said after removing his gag.

When they were completely free, each of them got a piece of rope and attacked Frank and me. “Get them!”, they shouted.

Now, Chester and Jay, although a year older, is not nearly as strong as Andrew and David. We were about equal in strength.

We wrestled on the floor. Frank vs. Chester and Me vs. Jay. Things got interesting when Donald decided to intervene in our favor. That’s when we began winning. At least that’s the case until Andrew and David intervened in the twins’ favor. Soon Donald was pinned by David, Frank by Chester and I by Jay, defeated in a 4 to 3 fight. Andrew went to the pile of rope and retrieved 4 three foot long ropes. He one to David and kept the others. He went over to me and told Jay, “Watch and learn.”

They (Andrew and Jay) then pulled my arms behind my back and crossed them. They then began wrapping rope around my wrists. Andrew did his usual thorough and tight binding. When he cinched and knotted it off and placed the knot beyond the reach of my fingers, I knew I was not going to get out without the help of a sharp object or if somebody untied me. I tested my bonds at the wrists, it held. It was snug and tight but not painful. They tied my ankles, knees, and thighs in the same manner, snug and tight but not painful and it does not cut any circulation. He then finished by hogtying me.

“Hey, what’s the big idea mmmpphhh”, I never finished. As before, Andrew shoved a sock into my mouth while I was in mid sentence. It has become a habit of us to do just that.

“Well consider it our revenge for our defeat yesterday”, Andrew said. “Well, looks we win again this time!”

“And what makes you think you will win this time?”, Frank replied.

“Well, for one thing, we’ll make sure you won’t escape, and for another, we have two new allies, and you have to capture all four of us to win!”, Andrew said as he duct taped my mouth. He was obviously referring to the Adams twins as the ‘new allies’.

“What do you mean by that?”, Chester asked.

“Chet, you’re in our game whether you like it or not. Welcome to the club!” David replied.

“What game?”, Jay asked.

“Andrew’s going to explain a little while. Let’s just finish with the tying up of these three.” David

Andrew then proceeded to Frank and Chester. They dragged him to a wooden chair without armrests, and pulled his arms behind the chair, and tied his crossed wrists with rope. As usual, the knot was placed beyond the reach of his fingers. “Open wide”, Andrew said, and Frank obeyed, opening his mouth wide open. Andrew then packed a wadded handkerchief in his mouth, sealing it with duct tape. Andrew then proceeded to tie his feet to each of the legs of the chair, and after that, wrapped rope around his upper body pinning it to the back of the chair.

“Watch him!” Andrew commanded Chester, and proceeded to Donald. David and Andrew then dragged him toward a post at the bottom of the stairs, put his hands behind the post, and duct taped it. They then proceeded to duct tape his upper body, his knees and his ankles to the post. They then stuffed Donald’s mouth white cloth, and sealed it with duct tape.

“Torture time”, David said, and began to tickle Donald.

“You can tickle anybody at any part of their ticklish bodies, just give them breaks. We don’t want to kill them, you know!”, Andrew told the twins.

With that, they began to tickle torture us. They removed my socks and tickled my feet. I don’t remember who tickled me, they took turns at each of us. For us, we just laughed and laughed and laughed and shouted and shouted which only came out as mmmppphhhssss through the gags. We jerked around, trying to avoid the fingers, but as usual, it did no good. Finally, after only twenty minutes, they stopped.

“Let’s leave them here for awhile.”, Andrew said.

“But shouldn’t we watch them? They might escape.”, Jay asked.

“I don’t think they’re going anywhere.”, David responded.

With that, both David and Andrew with the twins went to Andrew’s room.

Frank, Donald and I were left to struggle and try to free ourselves in half an hour. Nobody of us made any progress. When they returned, we were pretty much the same when they left us.

They untied us, and explained to us that during those half hour, Andrew and David explained to Chester and Jay the basic rules of the game. They seemed to accept those rules and would be on David and Andrew’s side.

After untying us, there was the usual promises of revenge and counter revenge and congratulations that accompany our games’ conclusion. To me, the events of the day was very unexpected. I never dreamt that both would get revenge so soon, especially with two non participants present, or in what manner they would get their revenge. Still it was fun. I was able to win a bet, and even though I lost a game because of that, was still fun. In fact, one of the reasons this games is so much fun is that you never know what to expect, there are always surprises, and best of all, you know that all is going to end well, whoever wins. You know that whoever captures you and tie you up would never really hurt you, and you trust them. We know it’s just play. And they in turn trust you when you tie them up. Perhaps that’s were the real fun is.

Well, that’s the end of our revenge and counter revenge games between me(Tom), Frank and Donald vs. Andrew, David, Chester and Jay for the next two weeks. But that did not end our tie up games. There are still lot’s of ways one could get tied up without revenge and counter revenge. Alliances between tie up games members are never permanent, and our next game next Sunday would prove that alliances are indeed flaky. Want to know why? Read the next part and find out!

During the last game, the Adams twins Chester and Jay went over to our place. We soon had a tie up game where the twins challenged Frank and me to a tie up game. At least that’s how it began. It ended with Frank, Donald and me being bound and gagged by David and Andrew assisted by the twins in revenge for their first defeat.

It was Sunday afternoon. We had just played a tie up game yesterday where Chester and Jay were introduced to our games. Well, this afternoon was different. Mom and Dad are out visiting our neighbor, Betty is at her friend’s house, and John, Barney and Lawrence are at Donald’s house to play with Ben, Maggie and Lucy, Donald’s younger siblings. Donald himself went to our house, so did Frank, David and the Adams twins. So we had the entire house to ourselves.

We soon decided to play Cops & Robbers. We played cops and robbers before, but in those games were just, “bang! bang! You’re dead!”, which means if you’re hit, you’re dead and out of the game. The team who survives wins. There was no taking of prisoners.

Now, with the tie up games we played, we decided to make the game more interesting. The basic plot is a group of robbers have stolen and hidden some cash (play money). The cops would try to capture all the robbers or capture at least one robber and retrieve the cash to win. The robbers only need to capture all the cops to win. The base of the cops would be the attic, while the base of the robbers would be the basement. You could not capture an enemy at their own base. However, you cold sneak in and free any captured teammates. However, even if you could not capture your enemy at their base, they could capture you at their own base.

If you get hit by water gun, you automatically become prisoner by the one who shot you. Or you could just be overpowered to be caught. Once you’re captured, they can torture you. They could do anything to you, as long as no physical harm comes. And this time, there are no time limits for tickling and certainly no required breaks. The enemy could tickle you all he likes if you are his captive. All captives must be released once the game ended.

We usually use a coin toss to determine who’s who in the game. If its heads, you’re a cop. If it’s tails, you’re a robber. Since we are seven, the ratio must be 4:3.

We tossed the coin to see who’s who.

David - heads - cop
Chester - tails - robber
Tom - heads - cop
Jay - heads - cop
Andrew - tails - robber
Frank - heads - cop

And Donald automatically became the robber to make sure the ratio remains 4:3. So the cops would be me, David, Jay and Frank. The robber are Andrew, Chester and Donald. Each side was given 30 minutes to prepare. Andrew took a sack with money and showed it to us, to make sure that there indeed was stolen money. The cops and robbers then separated to begin their preparation. It was agreed that the game would begin at 2:30.

I led the cops to my room, where I gave them supplies. However, I have only three guns, which means that one would have to go without a gun.

“Wait a minute, I have a water gun at our house. What if I go to our house and get it.”

“What if you take so long? The game might start before you return.” Frank said.

“Well, better late than unarmed. Besides, I will also get more rope and other things we need”, David said.

“Well, just be quick about it!”, I replied. David quickly darted out of my room towards the door. I could see him from my window running towards his house. Now, I continued the preparation. I gave to both Frank and Jay a coil of rope, five three foot piece rope, two rolls of duct tape, scissors, of course, squirt (water) guns. I put my stuff in my backpack. We then moved to our base (the attic) and prepared the base. We cleared an old wooden chair, and a dusty sofa. We stuffed our pockets with rope and handkerchiefs.

Well, we waited for David but he did not arrive. Finally, it was 2:30.

“Let’s go!” I told my companions.

“Without David?” Frank asked.

“Well, I think it is better to start sooner than later. Besides, it’ll be 3 against three, would it not?” I replied.

“What do you think?” I asked Jay.

“Let’s go!” Jay responded.

With that, we stepped out of the attic. It is now 2:32. We silently went down the stairs toward the corridor where the door of our rooms are located. We crept silently. Suddenly the door to Andrew’s door opened. Chester then stepped out of the room. We hid behind the door, and when he came out, his back was turn on us. We all then shot his back with our water, soaking his shirt at the back.

“You’re our prisoner!” I told him.

“What the heck!” was all he could say. He was clearly surprised at the speed of his capture. He dropped his gun and raised his hand in surrender.

I then took a handkerchief from my pocket and stuffed it in his mouth to prevent him from warning any other of the ‘robbers’. I then cleaved gagged him with a handkerchief, knotting it at the back of his head, to hold the cloth in his mouth. At the same, time, Frank was tying his hands behind his back with one of the three foot piece rope.

“March this robber to jail, sergeant”, I told Frank.

“Yes Lieutenant”, was all Frank could say, and marched our new prisoner to the attic.

Jay and I went to Andrew’s room to search. Maybe they hid the play money there, and if they did, and we found it, we would have won the game.
We entered Andrew’s room and began to search Andrew’s room. About six minutes later, while still searching, we heard footsteps and voices. I recognize the voices as that of Andrew and Donald. We hid in the closet, readied our guns, and waited. Soon both of them entered.

“Where is Chester?!” I heard Andrew exclaim when he saw that there was no Chester in his room.

“Maybe he was captured.” Donald suggested.

“No. David hasn’t returned yet. They wouldn’t start without him”. Andrew replied. I smiled at my brother’s miscalculation.

With that we jumped out of the closet and started firing at the two. They were completely surprised that they for a while could not react. But the line of fire was such that instead of hitting both Donald and Andrew, we hit Donald twice and missed Andrew. Donald was out but Andrew was able to recover from the initial surprise to draw his gun and fire. But they missed us. We continued to fire. Again, we missed him.

Andrew then ran to the door, out the room, and closed the door. Jay wanted to go after him, but I told him not to.

“Andrew is just outside the door, waiting to blast the first one who pokes his head out of that door.” I said.

Jay conceded, and we decided to think what to do.

“What if we tied Donald up, and use him as a human shield?” Jay suggested.

“Jay, you’re a genius!” I told him after hearing his brilliant idea.

I then told Donald to cross his wrists behind him. Donald obeyed, knowing full well he futility of resisting. Soon, I tied him up with a three-foot piece of rope, placing the knots beyond the reach of his fingers. Jay meanwhile stuffed Donald’s mouth with handkerchiefs, and using duct tape we found on Andrew’s room, sealed his mouth.

I then took Donald’s collar and walked him to the closed door. At my signal, Jay opened the door, and I pushed Donald out, but still holding him in the collar. His face was soon squirted with water, just as I expect, and I fired back at Andrew. Unfortunately, my shot just missed Andrew by an inch. He fired back, moving away as he does so, but the water just hit Donald, instead of me. When I returned fire, we was already out of range of my water gun, and is running down the stairs. Jay went after him, but Jay later returned empty handed.

“He’s run into the basement”, Jay said.
I can’t believe it. We captured 2 (out of three) of the robbers, and the only thing remaining for us to do is either find the stolen cash or capture Andrew to win. Or so we thought.

We marched Donald to the attic where we found Chester bound to the pole in the middle of the attic, held to the pole by duct tape at the shoulders, waist, thighs, shins and ankles. His wrists were also duct taped behind the pole. His mouth is covered with duct tape.

“Nice work Frank!” Jay commented upon seeing his brother.

“He’s not going anywhere now not in the way I taped him”, Frank responded.

“Where are we going to tie Donald?” Frank asked me.

“There.” I responded, pointing to the wooden chair.

We untied Donald’s wrists, and sat him in the chair. I pulled his arms behind the back of the chair, and retied his crossed wrists. I then took a long piece of rope and began wrapping it around Donald’s upper body, starting with the shoulders and chest downward to the waist. That pinned his body to the back of the chair. I then tied his ankles together.

“Now what do we do next?” Jay asked after we secured Donald to the chair.

“Well we could either find where the money is or catch Andrew.” I replied.

“I think we should get Andrew. I think we could easily win three to one.” Jay said.

“No. I think it’s better to find where the money is.” Frank countered.

Both looked at me. It was evident that they want me to settle the argument. “Well I think we should find the money.” I said.

“But how do we find it?” Jay asked.

“Let’s ask those robbers.” I responded.

With that, I went over to Donald and removed his gag. “Where is the loot?” I ask him.

“I don’t know.” Donald replied.

“Perhaps a little tickle torture would refresh your memory!” I said. We began to tickle him. He began to laugh real hard. Jay had to clamp his hand over his mouth to prevent his laughs from become too loud. We needed to steady the chair he was tied to in order for it not to fall. He was just laughing and jerking and struggling that he might tip the chair.
“Now will you tell us the money is hid”, I asked.

“But guys, I told you, I don’t know where the ha, ha, ha”

“Wrong answer!” I said even before he finished his answer.

I then tickled him for ten minutes nonstop. When we were finished, he was begging us to stop the tickling.

“Where is the money?” I asked.

“ I don’t know ha, ha, ha!”

I then tickled his sides. He laughed, and laughed and laughed.

“Please, stop, I’ll tell you anything, just stop!” He finally said.

“All right, where is the money?”

“In one of the cupboards in the kitchen.”

“And did you capture David?” Frank asked.

“No.”

I regagged Donald and warned, “If you’re lying, you’re dead.”

I sent Frank to the kitchen to retrieve the money. However, after 20 minutes, he still did not come back. Meanwhile, Jay and I had been tickling Chester all we want. Chester just mmmpppphh and struggled. We did not remove his gag, for we already know what we wanted to know. We just tickled him just for the fun of it.

“It’s taking him an awfully lot of time to get that money!” Jay suddenly said.

“I think I better look for him. Guard them.” I told Jay.

I took my squirt gun and stuffed some rope in my pocket. I slowly and quietly went down and headed for the kitchen. As I was walking in the living room downstairs, a sudden cold sensation griped my back. Suddenly, I realized that cold sensation was actually water. I had been hit.

“You’re dead, copper!” I heard Andrew’s voice from behind. I don’t know where he hid, but wherever that place was, it sure hid him well.

I’m dead. I’m captured. According to our rules, I had to surrender to Andrew. I threw away my gun and raised my hands in surrender, my dreams of victory melting away.

Andrew then pulled my arms behind my back and tied my crossed wrists with rope. He then stuffed my mouth with a sock and sealed it with duct tape. He then tied a rope in my waist and tied it to my wrists. He then tied my upper body with a long piece of rope. He then tied my waist. He then took a rope and tied one end of it to the rope encircling my waist and he holding the other end. It kinda served as a leash.

"Come on, copper”, he said to me as he led me to the basement door. He opened the door and we slowly descended down the stairs. Then I saw the other cops. David is secured to a pole with rope, mouth duct taped. David’s hands were not tied around the pole, but still tied behind his back. So that’s what happened to David. Andrew must have gotten David when he returned. It looks like his hands were immediately tied behind his back, and mouth was gagged, and led back to the basement. Andrew then secured him to the pole by wrapping rope around him and the pole, thus securing him. Frank was in a foldout bed hogtied. He probably was captured when I sent him down to get the money. That was probably my first mistake. I should not have sent him alone. But I was foolish enough to go down and come looking for him alone.

“Cheer up boys, you’ve got new company!” Andrew shouted as we reached the basement floor.

He then untied me, but did not remove my gag me, sat me on a wooden chair, pulled my hands behind the back of the chair, and retied my wrists behind it with rope. He then tied my upper body to the back of the chair with duct tape. He then took a rope and bound my waist to the bottom of the back of the chair. He then tied my ankles and knees. He finished by taking a piece of rope, tie one end of it to my ankles, and tied the other end to he rope to the back of the chair, ensuring that my feet would not touch the ground.

After finishing with me, he stepped back to admire his work. “Three down and one to go.” he said. He then went to Frank and David and rechecked their bonds.

“I’ll be back!” he said, and left.

I tried to assess our situation. Andrew got 3 of us, while we got 2 of them. The only one not caught is Jay. Jay!!! Well, when I realized that Jay is the only one left, I realized the game was lost. Now, don’t get me wrong. Jay is a great guy. Yet he is too inexperienced on our games and doesn’t know how to tie a damn knot even if his life depends on it. Plus, he is against my brother Andrew, who single-handedly turned the game around, even without the other robbers.

I tried to test my bonds and feel for knots. I might be able to get away from this yet. But there was no slack in the ropes that bind me, and the knots were all out of reach. I just sat and wait, hoping that somehow Jay would find us and untie us, or catch Andrew. I looked at both Frank and David, and realized that they too had long given up hope of any escape. We pinned our hopes in the inexperienced Jay.

Our hopes were soon crushed, when twenty minutes later, Andrew came back with the bound and gagged Jay. His hands were tied behind his back with rope, his arms pinned to the body by rope around his upper body, and his mouth sealed with duct tape. Andrew has captured all the cops, and thus won the game. He then laid Jay on the floor and hogtied him. After tying up Jay, said, “I’ll be back!”

We lost the game. But where is Donald and Chester? Perhaps Andrew went up to fee them. If this is true, then Andrew is the first boy be free while all the others are tied up.

I was answered when the basement door opened, and Andrew, and the untied and ungagged Chester and Donald followed.

“Told you I got them all!” Andrew boasted.

“I still can’t believe we won!” Donald said.

“Yea, especially after we’ve been captured!” Chester added.

“Believe what you see!” was all what Andrew could say. “We won!”

“We won! We won! That’s all that counts!” Chester shouted.

“I think we better untie them now.” Chester then said.

“No. I think we should first get our revenge on those awful tickle torture we got!” Donald said.

“Well, I think Donald’s right. We should a little fun with these four before we release them!” Andrew responded.

“In that case, let’s tickle away!” Chester said.

With that, the three of them began tickling the four of us. They tickled our feet, stomach, sides, ribs and armpits. We were soon laughing like crazy, and this time, there was no breaks. We soon were in tears from all that laughing. They continued this for twenty minutes.

After that, they untied us. We conceded defeat, and we congratulated them on their victory. We did not promise any revenge, because the team members on cops and robbers are determined by a coin toss, meaning your enemy on this game might be your friend in the next and your friend in this game might be your enemy in the next cops and robbers game.
We spent the rest of the afternoon do what ordinary nine and ten year old boys do. We did not play any tie up games the rest of the day. Instead, we have to wait until the next Saturday for the next game. And the next game is very unusual. None of us had expected how it would turn out. Indeed, none of us even expected a tie-up game. What’s so unusual and unexpected of the next game? Read the next part and find out.

I'm not interested in the girls being tied, as I think you can see from my story.

I'm interested in the girls tying the boys.

And even more delightful, them UNTYING the boys, again,as you've already posted a little of.

You told us, who have lived with this site for years, to scroll past your smut and off-topic stories, and I agreed that we would. Well now TAKE YOUR OWN MEDICINE!! YOU DON'T LIKE IT SCROLL PAST IT!!

Tom Ford, make your stories as long and as 'suspence' filling as you can, or you like.. All we need now is Richard UK to return with his stories that also FIT the rules of the site. Ignore the people that don't like your stories - Make your stories, as long as you wish, they are exactly what this site is for. When I think back to other great writes like Doug etc from the old days. No-one whined about the excellent writing skills, keeping that suspence going like they did. Your doing a grand job - Keep it up.!!

Be assured that there are many out here, most will not comment for fear of the flamming, that are enjoying the innocent fun that your excellent stories contain.

Now I will fade back away, to await the next thrilling, exciting, suspence holding LONG installement.

:)

PS: Flamers of cj.. don't bother I had my say - I am not going to debate it. Toms stories are just what the site is for. End of debate. Period.

The boy could not have had a driver's license at age 14.

On a better note, Amy, I loved the first part of your story, please continue.

I posted a story on here awhile ago about how two of my female friends duct taped me and painted my nails, well I was wondering if anyone either guys or girls had any stories like this or even if it is just about when you either had your nails painted by a girl or as a girl painted a guys nails I would love if if you could e-mail them to me at the address above. Thanks alot. Also if there are any girls out there that would be interested in painting my nails and perhaps tying me up as well send me an e-mail. thanks

Dtmanus

Well either way, to everyone, just keep posting and we'll keep reading!

I'd personally like to see a story about a younger girl being tied up by an adult, in merely playful fashion. But any stories at all are welcome!

Either way, keep the stories coming!

Personally, I'd love to see a story that involves a younger girl being tied up by an adult or teen in a playful tie-up game context. Like a neighbor maybe. I don't know. But if anyone has stories like that, I'd like to read them. Though any stories are welcome.

But anyways, when was it for you that you discovered you were into this? How did you find out? And did you have any early experiences? That would be pretty interesting to hear about.

You discovered it earlier than I - I was 8 or so when I realized I was into this.

so we got the deck and played poker, not strip poker, but regular poker TO BE CONTINUED.... MORE TO COME!!!!especially bondage, sorry my parents are roaming around my 3rd floor, so email me at moofus3@aol.com if ur interested in the rest of my story and i'll post it!!!!!

Hugs and Kisses,

Lisa

i pulled her hands behind her back and looped some rope between her wrists, then i pulled rope between her breasts but on top of the teddy, then i tied her feet to the legs of the chair, and she kept struggling, i got so wet!if u email me i'll tell u everything that happend, but i must follow the guidelines.
so after the stuff u'll have to email me to hear, she was blindfolded and gagged with my bikini.then i teased her with some ice down her gstring and down her teddy, she was MMMMMMMPPHHHHHing so loud now and i was getting so hot!!!!
next i chose to untie her, that wasn't it....to be continued

After a couple boring dares and truths that everyone already knew, it was Fatt's turn."Truth or dare?",he asked trying to act all cool as he said it."Dare", I replied sarcasticly copying his "cool" voice. "Ok then", he replied "You have to put on whatever i go and get for you to wear"."Fine",I said. I didn't really have a choice anyway since Dill and Fatts were much taller than me (at 5.1) and much stronger. Fatts brought back a black silk bra, white tights, white high heels,and a small white dress. I had suspected he would get one or two items from Dill's sister's room but this was alot. "Ha",exclaimed Dill "That was my sisters old ballet dress from 6 years ago,looks like you might be just small enough for it Joe!". "Yah yah, I'll get you back later Fatts", I said as I grabbed the pile and went into the bathroom. I had a hard time with most of the stuff. Being a guy, I had never put on tights, heels, or a ridiculacly small dress before but after a couple trys,I had it all on.

When I returned, my friends took a couple minutes to laugh and rub it in. "Ok", i said "Now it's my turn"."I don't think so", Fatts said "We're gonna play a new game now!".They ran up and tackled me. Then while Fatts held me down, Dill got the rope and duct tape they had hid when I was getting changed. They tied my wrists together behind my back and tied my ankles together as well. They left me squrming in my bonds while they went back and got a few more presents for me.

They returned with another pair of tights, more rope, and a wig,all in a big duffle bag.They then shoved the tights in my mouth and used 5 good pieces of tape to gag me.I tried to say,"Fatts what the heck is this, this is not funny man!", but it came out as a series of MMMMMMMPPHHHHH's Ignoring my plees, Fatts took the wig and shoved it on my head while Dill watched in glee. I angerly shook it off again and again."Hey, I know how to keep it on his head",Dill proclaimed. He ran upstairs and soon returned with a ribbon which he put under my neck and wraped around my head to make a bow at the top of my head. "Awww, Isn't she pretty", Fatts taunted. They took turns pinching me and taunting my wriggling body. Then they removed my gag and waited for my reply. A slew of angry curse words and slurs from all my humilliation poured out at them." I think you're forgetting who's in charge here Josephine",taunted Fatts,"We can fix that up too!"

The tights were shoved back into my mouth and tape was tied around my head. They put me in a hogtie and wraped me in more rope. They also made sure that the shoes and wig wern't coming off any time soon by useing clear tape. They stood back and admired their angry victim. Then came the last bit of it all.They stuffed me in that big bag from before(It stinks being so small)all ex cept for by head. then fatts grabbed a master-lock off the basement rug and locked it over the two zippers on the bag. I had to admit defeat.

They sat for a moment admring their work and then Fatts stuffed me in the closet.Wondering when they would let me out and going over in my mind all of the things I had on me I overheard Fatts and Dill. "Maybe you overdid it with the lock fatts",said Dill."Shut up or your next",yelled Fatts. Then they went away and I sat alone in the closet. i was there for about 45 minutes before the door opened and something big fell in next to me. It was Dill!. I couldn't see what he was wearing in the dark closet but by the way he was yellin at Fatts (gag less) he didn't like it. Dill told me that Fatts tricked him into doing the same thing he made me do. "Moron", I yelled through my gag. Fatts opened the door and gagged Dill. Then he showed me that dill was wearing a bikini, a leotard, and a prom dress.He was tied in the same fashon I was except for the bag. I was going to laugh but then I realized what I looked like in the mirror in back of the closet. Fatts laughted at us and then closed the door.

We moaned and yelled for another hour before fatts came back to let us go. He explains that he had needed to blow off some steam and we really helped him out. He did take several blackmail pictures before begining to undo Dills rope. Before he could finish however, Dills older (19) sister (who Fatt's had stolen everything from) came back from her outing and checked her room. Well she rushed down stairs and found the three of us wearing her old (and new) cloths. She grabbed Fatts and tied him down with the remaining rope. After gagging him with alot of tape she shoved him in the closet with me and Dill. "This will teach you little jerks to stay out of my stuff!",she yelled snapping pictures left and right with the disposeable cammera. It was a LONG TIME before she let us out.

In the last story, we played cops and robbers. The cops are I, Jay, Frank and David while the robbers are Andrew, Chester and Donald. We were able to capture Chester and Donald, but Andrew managed to capture all the cops, thus winning the game.

The week was quiet after that Sunday afternoon game. We concentrated ourselves in doing school stuff. Nobody planned any games that weekend and I mean nobody. We did not expect any tie-up game that Saturday and Sunday.

Saturday turned out to be a rainy spring day. It rained all morning so that none of our friends were able to come over. Afternoon was no better. It continued to rain. We were not able to meet our friends because of the rain. So my brothers and me decided to play without them.

Dad went out with Betty and Lawrence to some errand or something. All we know is that they won’t be back till dinner. That leaves Mom, Andrew, me, Barney and John in the house. To pass the time, we decided to play cops and robbers. It would be Andrew and me as the robbers while the cops would be Barney and John. Now, since both were not yet nine years old (Barney was seven and John six), there would be no tie-up situations involved in our game.

The plot is simple. The robbers would go in to the bank (John’s room) and rob it at night (meaning when the room is empty). Then the cops would chase us and try to get the money back and the bad guys either dead (when you get hit by a gun) or in jail (when the robber surrenders). When that happens, the cops win. The robbers win simply by shooting the cops dead.

There was no base this time. Andrew and I wore large handkerchiefs over our faces - like the one you see in westerns - where the nose down is covered and only the eyes are showing, forehead and hair are showing. We looked liked bad guys in a western, not a modern day bank robber, but, what the heck! We went up and at the dead of night, sneaked in the bank. We then proceeded to open the safe (John’s drawer) and collected the cash (play money). We put the cash in a sack.

“Do you think this’ll be enough?” I asked

“Well, with this much dough, we could live like kings!” Andrew said.

“As soon as we get to Mexico. Remember the cops are still after us after escaping from Alcatraz.” I said.

Then suddenly, we heard police sirens (the cops’ footsteps). We immediately grabbed the sack of money and ran toward the streets (downstairs).

We went to our hideout (the basement) where Andrew counted the money. I decided to come up and try to shoot some cops. I saw Barney and tried to shoot him, but he also saw me and we had a water gun fight in the living room. I went to Barney’s room and hid behind the door. I waited for one of the boys to come in the room, and soon I heard the doorknob being turned. I soon grabbed the knob, opened the door wide open and shouted, “Put you’re hands up, or you’re dead!”

To my surprise, the person who I confronted was not Barney or John or even Andrew, but Mom!

My mom is 30 years old, has light brown hair, blue eyes, and is 5’10”. She was (and still is) a loving caring mother. I would not have been able to deliberately find a better Mom than she if I wanted to.

Our parents’ attitude toward this game is that it is just another childhood games, like baseball or tag. Generally, they don’t mind our games, just as long as nobody was hurt. And the only rule that limits our games is the rule that you are not allowed to tie somebody up if he or she is not yet nine. Besides that, we are left to our own devices, as long as we did our chores, study and did our homework and get A’s and that kind of stuff.

I expect that she would just ignore me or smile at me and continue whatever she was supposed to do, and I expect to say sorry for saying and explaining it was just play. Of course, she knows its just fun, I just felt as a dutiful son to apologize and explain. Instead, she gave me a reaction that never in my wildest dreams I’d expect.

She raised her hands, and said in mock terror, “Please take whatever you want, just don’t hurt me!” Clearly, she decided to play along with our game. At first, I could not believe my ears and just stood there, pointing my gun at her, but she snapped me out of it. “Aren’t you going to rob me?” she asked.

“No, I already robbed your house!” I said as I lead her into Barney’s room and closed the door.

“Please, what are you going to do with me?” she asked, still playing the part of the victim of robbery.

“Well, I don’t know! I’m suppose to ambush John and Barney but instead got you.”, I said, dropping out of my robber character.

“Tom, we’ve got the whole place surrounded. Surrender now!” Barney suddenly shouted from outside the room, “And you won’t get hurt!”

“You’ll never get me alive”, I shouted back.

“Tom, if you hurt your hostage, you will never get out of there alive!” Barney responded.

What hostage? What is he talking about? Wait a minute, Mom! They must have seen what happened and have assumed that Mom is my hostage in the game.

“Oh Please don’t hurt me!” Mom said, still playing the role.

I decided to play along.

“Stand up!” I told her and she obeyed. I stuck the gun at her back and told her to open the door.

“If any of you want her not to get hurt, put down your guns!” I ordered the cops.

They obeyed, and I led Mom to the basement.

“What took you so long?” Andrew asked after I returned.

I explained to Andrew what had happened.

“Please, take my money, my jewels, just let me go!” Mom suddenly said, obviously enjoying all this.

We were still arguing what to do, when she interrupted us and said, “Why don’t you tie me up. Otherwise I would escape and tell the cops where you robbers are hiding.” She suggested.

We were dumbfounded. We never expected this! But it hit me as a great idea. But Andrew had reservations about it.

“Are you sure, Mom?” Andrew asked.

“Do you want me to play or not? If you want, then tie me up, otherwise I would escape and tell the cops were you are!” she responded.

Of course we wanted her to play, even if we did not originally intend for her to join in our game.

I took a three-feet long piece of rope, and told Mom to cross her wrists behind her back. She did, and Andrew began wrapping the rope around her wrists. It seems to me that Andrew is more concerned the comfort of my mother’s wrists than on doing a good tie-up job. I looked at the way he tied the wrists, and it was so loose that she could easily pulled one hand out of the ropes without any difficulty on her part.

“There!” Andrew exclaimed after knotting it off.

“I think you better tighten it Andrew, I could easily escape these ropes.” my mother replied.

With, that, Andrew carefully retied the ropes and began to tighten it. With each pull of the rope, which tightens the binds, Andrew always asks Mom if it hurt, or is it too tight. Each time she answers no, he would tighten it a bit and then ask if it was too tight. When she finally said, “I think this is tight enough”, Andrew then knotted it off with a simple square knot.

Andrew is usually extremely competent when it comes to ropes and knots. He usually ties it snug and tight enough for that person not to escape but always made sure it does not hurt the person being tied up or cut off circulation. But this time, he was so afraid of hurting Mom that he botched the first job, and in the second time, only succeeded after an endless questions of “Is it too tight?” or “Does it hurt?” or “Is it already tight enough?” while tying her up. Mom assured us that we should go ahead and tie it as tight as we want, and she would tell us if it hurt, but that didn’t stop Andrew from asking all those questions. Given the fact that it is the first time we tied up an adult, a parent at that, and a female, made me more nervous. I would have reacted the same way as Andrew did when he tied Mom up. We would gradually acquire confidence in tying up adults and parents, but this is our very first time, and we were very afraid of hurting our parents. Still it was fun.

I then sat Mom in a chair, where I tied her waist to the back of chair. I took another piece of rope and tied her ankles. During the entire time, I kept asking Mom if it hurts or not.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Mom asked us.

“Like what?” Andrew asked.

“What if I scream or call for help.”

“Oh!” Andrew said and took an handkerchief and cleave-gagged Mom. Cleave-gags are not really effective, but they look great. Besides, we do not want to use other forms of not too comfortable to the mouth gags on Mom - yet. Yet Andrew might be a little bit too concerned, for he tied the gag very loose.

“I think you better tighten it”, Mom said.

Andrew tightened the gag and she seemed satisfied at the tightness of the gag, although she could still speak.

When we finished, Andrew asked Mom to test the bonds. She struggled while we watched. The ropes held. She was going nowhere.

After watching her for a while, Andrew and I decided to go upstairs and finish the cops and robbers game with Barney and John. We expected them to pounce on us when we emerged, and we were not disappointed. They pounced on us, but we easily shoved them back. Then the gun battle began. We hid behind chairs as we try to hit the cops, but they also hid behind chairs. Soon, our water guns were empty and the fight degenerated into one side trying to hit the other with pillows. We romped around the living room, we were soon wrestling them, and we soon had them pinned to the floor. Since we were not allowed to tie them up, we tried to force them to admit defeat. When they refused, we tickled them, until finally, they were forced to admit our victory, thus winning this day’s game.

I went down to the basement to announce that since the cops are not after us anymore, we don’t need any hostage, so we will release my Mom. But soon, I got another shock.

I went to the chair were Mom was suppose to be, but it was empty. I was surprised. How did she get away? I asked myself. Where is she? My second answer was soon answered when a hand was clamped over my mouth, and my Mom said, “I got you, Mr. Robber!” and pointed a water gun at my back.

She then released her hand from my mouth and told me to turn around. I turned around.

“Open you mouth”, she said. I did and she placed a handkerchief in my mouth, and then tied a bandana over my mouth, preventing me from spitting it out. She then told me to turn around and told me to put my hands behind me.

I did, and Mom took a rope and tied my crossed wrist with it. She wrapped the rope around my wrists, vertically and then horizontally, and knotted it off. She placed the knot beyond the reach of my fingers. And the ropes are snug and tight, yet it didn’t hurt or cut off circulation. I tested my bonds, and they held. She sat me on the sofa, where we waited for Andrew.

“Hey Tom, let Mom go. We have to clean the living room. It’s a mess!” Andrew said as he opened the door. When he saw us, he just stood there, probably as dumbfounded as I was when I saw Mom free from the bonds.

“Andrew, its time for you to join Tom!” Mom said upon seeing my brother.

“But Mom, we’ve got to clean up the living room!” My brother protested. (Andrew is obviously trying to get to Mom’s good side. The living room is a mess and we thought Mom would flip if she saw the mess. After all, what normal 10-year-old boy would voluntarily do some chores? And it is a good way to avoid being tied up. Even though we enjoyed being tied up, nobody of us would admit it.)

“Well, if you come down here and do as I say, maybe you won’t need to clean the living room.” Mom replied.

“But…!”

“No buts, just come down here!”

Andrew came down, looked at me, smiled, turned around and put his hands behind him. Mom then wrapped the rope, vertically then horizontally, same as mine, cinched the rope and knotting it off, again placing it beyond the reach of his fingers.

Andrew tested the bonds. Like mine, the ropes held.

“Mom, where did you learn to tie like this?” Andrew asked.

“Well, when we were your age, your father, Uncle Richard, Aunt Rachel, me and our friends used to play tie-up games just like you do now. Well, in playing all those years, we naturally acquired the knowledge to tie a knot and how to tie somebody up.” Mom answered. “Now keep quiet. It’s gag time for you!”

Andrew opened his mouth and a handkerchief was shoved into his mouth. Mom then tied a bandana over his mouth to hold the gag in place.

Mom then helps me stand up, and then gestured for us to follow her. We followed her up the stairs (while still bound and gagged), to the living room where she sat us on two wooden chairs. She then tied our crossed ankles and tied our upper bodies to the back of the chair.

“John! Barney! Come here!” Mom called.

Those two soon appeared, and was shocked to see us both tied up. Mom then said in a playful tone, “If you still want to see these two alive, clean up this mess.”

My two little brothers seemed amused at this clever way Mom induced them to clean the room, and they began cleaning the living room. Of course, they took their time in cleaning it. It seems that when there is a bound person in the room, it would take you one hour to do things that you normally would do in fifteen minutes. Well, the work is deliberately slow, for they seem happy to see their big brothers tied up and helpless. Finally, after a very, very, very, very, very long time, they finished.

Mom soon untied us once she was satisfied the room was squeaky clean. She then gave us snacks and drinks to eat. We spent the rest of the afternoon either watching TV, or telling stories, Mom in particular recounting the days when she was a kid and played tie-up games.

This incident in that rainy spring afternoon is one of my memorable events of my childhood. It is one of the stories, which I can recount without using my diary. On that day, for the first time, I tied up a female, an adult, and a parent. For the first time, I was tied up at the same time Andrew was also bound. This is the first time I tied up my Mom. But this is not the last time, as you will see in later stories.

Our estimation of Mom increased dramatically after that incident. Of course, she was already extremely high in our estimates before that, yet it went up higher after because of what happened. For Mom not only approved of our games, but actually played the game too.

Well, that’s the end of tie-up games for that weekend. The next tie-up game will occur next Saturday. During the next game, our old game of revenge and counter revenge resumed. What happened? Read the next part and find out.

In the last game, Mom gets unexpectedly drawn into a cops and robbers game Andrew, Barney, John and I played. Mom gets tied up, but freed herself and ties us up in turn. That was the last tie up game that weekend.

The week was busy, filled with grueling schoolwork. So it was a relief for the weekend to have finally arrived. I plan to go to Uncle Richard’s that Saturday and play. (Uncle Richard and Aunt Rachel are the parents of my cousin Donald, Maggie, Ben and Lucy.)

I woke up that Saturday morning at six fifteen. Andrew is already up, while the rest of my siblings are still in bed. We ate breakfast with Mom and Dad. Andrew then left at six thirty. He said he was going to David’s place. I then washed and changed and left our house at seven. I then proceeded to Donald’s house.

It has been two weeks since the last game of revenge and counter revenge. During that game, Chester and Jay was first introduced into our games. Now, I wasn’t expecting any tie up games this morning. Well, expect the unexpected!

I reached Donald’s house at 7:05 am. (They are our next-door neighbors). I knocked at the front door (Uncle Richard and Aunt Rachel wakes up the same time as Mom and Dad). The door opened, and I entered. I was surprised at what I saw. Donald is hog-tied with rope and leashed to the foot of a sofa on the carpeted floor in the living room. Standing beside him is David, looking at me, with an evil grin in his face.

Before I could react, a hand grabbed my arm while his other hand shoved a sock into my mouth. Andrew then clamped his hand over my mouth to prevent me from spitting out the sock. David then came to us and duct taped my mouth. Andrew then pulled my arms behind me and tied it with rope. As usual, the bindings on my wrists were snug and tight, but it did not hurt and did not cut off circulation. I tested my bonds, and they held. I felt for knots, but could not. David then tied rope around my upper body, pinning my arms to my side, and further restricting my movement. At the same time, Andrew tied a rope around my waist and tied it to my wrists. As usual, the tying was done superbly, with knots out of reach, ropes snug but does not hurt.

They then marched me to the living room where the laid me on my stomach beside a couch opposite the sofa the hog-tied Donald was leashed. They then crossed my ankles, tied it with rope, and then tied my knees. They then took a rope, tied one end of it to my ankles, and tied the other end to my wrists, effectively hog-tying me. They then tied a piece of rope to my ankles, and tied it to the couch. That ensured that Donald and I could not crawl toward each other and untie each other’s knots.

“Well, that’s two down and one to go! I wonder if Chet and Jay managed to get Frank?”, David remarked.

“We’ll soon find out soon enough.” Andrew responded.

Soon, there was a knock at the door. When Andrew opened the door, three boys emerged. The one to the left is Chester, while the one to the right is Jay. In between them is Frank, whose arms were tied behind his back and mouth, gagged.

“You marched him from his house bound and gagged?” David asked.

“Sure. Most are still asleep at this hour, so nobody noticed.” Jay answered.

“Well, better truss him up!” Andrew said, referring to the still mobile Frank.

I noticed the ropes around Frank’s wrists. It was nowhere near the clumsy job that the Adams twins showed two weeks before. They obviously had been taking lessons in tying people up.

Chester and Jay led him to a pole beside the bottom of the stairs. There they tied him to the pole. They tied him at the ankles, the knees, the thighs, the waist, and the upper body to the pole. Frank just stood, mmmppphhhhing while being secured to the pole.

“Torture time!” Andrew said.

With that, they began their tickle offensive. They removed my socks and shoes and began to tickle in the feet. Then, they simultaneously tickled my stomach, my ribs, and sides. I could not even remember who tickled me because I was too busy laughing. I jerked and rolled and shouted and struggled, but as usual, it got me nowhere. They did the same to Frank and Donald. As usual, we were given the required two to three minute breaks.

They continued this for thirty minutes. Finally, at about seven forty, they stopped.

“Let’s go outside and wait there.”, Chester suggested.

“Good idea.” They then went outside to wait out the thirty minutes.

I tried to assess our situation. They obviously planned this entire operation. They somehow knew that I would go to Donald’s place at this early in the morning. So Andrew and David went even earlier that me and captured Donald. They then ambushed me when I arrived. Meanwhile, at virtually the same time, Chester and Jay went to Frank’s place and captured him. They then marched him here, and being seven in the morning, almost no one would notice.

I looked around, and I noticed a movement on the stairs. A little boy, about seven years old, is moving down the stairs. He is still in his pajamas, and his blond hair is extremely disheveled. His eyes are only half open, and by the way he walked down the stairs, was still half asleep. He went to the kitchen, and after a few minutes, went to the living room and walked to the stairs, still half asleep, obviously intending to go back to bed. When he reached the stairs, he noticed Frank on the pole, and stared at him. The sight of Frank bound and gagged to the pole beside the bottom of the stairs probably woke him wide awake, since the next time I saw his eyes, there were wide open, and he was already fully awake.

The boy is Donald’s younger brother Benjamin. Ben is seven years old, has blond hair, gray eyes, and is short, his head only reaching to my shoulders. Ben then looked around, and in addition to seeing Frank on the pole, also saw his older brother and me hog-tied. He then walked toward us and inspected (or stared) our bindings, pulling this rope or that knot.

“Could you guys get out of that?” Ben asked. I struggled for a bit and then just shook my head. Donald also gave the same response.

Ben then tried to have some fun with us, tickling us for about one or two minutes.

“You guys were fun, but I got to go now!” Ben said after tickling us. He then walked away.

Donald began to create angry mmmmmppppphhhhhssss under his gag. That caught the attention of Ben, who returned.

“Want something?” Ben asked.

Donald nodded.

“Tell me.”

Donald started mmmmmmppphhhhing, tried to move as much as possible and pleading with his eyes.

“Sorry, can’t understand a word you’re saying!” Ben said and started walking away. Donald then mmmmppphhhh liked crazy. Ben then returned.

“Just kidding! Now, what do you really want?” Ben asked.

Donald just mmmmppphhhhed through his gag.

“Wait, don’t move!” Donald said. With that, Ben started peeling the edge of the duct tape in Donald’s mouth, and in a split second, ripped it off his face. Ouch! That’s got to hurt!

Donald then shouted through the sock in his mouth, which fortunately, he did not spit out immediately, for if he did, his shout might have reached the ears of our captors outside. After shouting, he spit out the sock from his mouth and flexed his jaw.

“Ben, untie me.” Donald commanded his little brother.

“Maybe, maybe not. I might untie you, if…”

Ben began to issue a series of demands to his brother. Donald resisted and tried to reduce the no. of demands. The negotiations dragged on for five minutes. Finally, they were able to come to an agreement.

“Okay, now untie me!” Donald said after the negotiations.

Ben then proceeded to untie Donald from his hog-tie. He took his time, for his little fingers could not easily picked the knots. After releasing him from his hog-tie, he then untied the ropes around the wrists. “I think you can free yourself without my help.” Donald remarked after freeing his wrists. “Got to go.” He said. Ben then walked to his room.

With his wrists free, he easily freed the rest of his body. He then went over to me and undid my hog-tie and untied my wrists. He then went over to Frank to free him. I soon was able to free the rest of my body and proceeded to help Donald untie Frank.

It’s halfway through the half hour (15 minutes) when we were completely free. It’s now time to plan our attack on the four.

We did not have to wait for long. Chester and David soon entered the living room through the front door. We hid behind the door. When they entered, the three of us jumped them.

“What the heck is going on here!?” was all David could say.

Now, a three to two fight isn’t exactly fair, and we soon had the upper hand. I shoved a handkerchief into David’s mouth, while Frank shoved a sock into Chester’s mouth. We did that because we don’t want them to shout a warning to Andrew and Jay, and alert them that we escaped and we captured two of their allies.

I pulled David’s hands behind him, while Donald took a piece of rope and wrapped it around his wrists. He wrapped it vertically then wrapped it horizontally his crossed wrists, then knotted it off. He carefully placed the knot so that his prying fingers won’t be able to reach it. I then too a long piece of rope and tied it around his waist and tied it to his wrists. Donald also took a rope and tied his upper body with it. Frank tied Chester similarly.

“Let’s keep these two on my room. I don’t want to lose because of some change of heart by Ben or my sisters waking up and freeing them!” Donald said.

We agreed and marched are two captives to Donald’s room. There, we hog-tied them and leashed them to the sides of the bed. David on the left, while Chester on the right side of the bed.

Donald took a key from his table. We left the room, and Donald locked his room.

We then proceeded to the living room where we hid behind the front door. Jay soon entered, and we pounced on him.

“Huh…” he exclaimed as he was tackled to the floor. I immediately shoved a handkerchief into his mouth to prevent him from warning Andrew. I then clamped my hand over his mouth to prevent him from spitting it out. I then released my hand but before he could spit the handkerchief out, Frank sealed his mouth with duct tape. We then pulled his arms behind him and tied his wrists, palm to palm vertically then horizontally. Donald then wrapped rope around his waist and tied it to his wrists.

We were about to march him to Donald’s room when Andrew arrived.

“Hey…what the”, was all he could say as Donald and I attacked Andrew. Andrew was as surprised as Chester, David and Jay, but unlike them, he put a hell of a fight. Although outnumbered two to one and had no chance of winning, he still fought for every cent he was worth. Donald and I, however, were just as determined, and we soon had the upper hand. Andrew’s defeat was sealed when Frank, who had remained with Jay, tied jay’s feet to prevent him from escaping and joined in the melee.

Soon, Andrew was pinned to the floor on his stomach. Donald and Frank pulled his arms behind his back, and we tied his crossed wrists (palms out) vertically and horizontally using a constrictor knot and securing it with a double square knot. We then helped him to his feet. I took a rope and tied it around his waist and to his wrists, and another rope to his upper body, kinda like the ones we used on his companions. Frank meanwhile untied Jay’s feet, and we marched them to Donald’s room. Chester and David were still in the position we left them, hog-tied at both sides of the bed, leased to the legs of it.

We laid Andrew on the bottom side of the bed and Jay on the bed itself, and proceeded to bind their ankles and knees together. I took a rope, tied one end of it to my brother’s ankles, and tied the other end to his wrists, hog-tying him. I took a rope and tied one end of it to his wrists, and tied the other end to the bed, leashing him to it. Jay was also hog-tied and leashed to the headboard of Donald’s bed.

We stepped back and admired our work. Four ten-year-old boys hog-tied and gagged. Now, it’s tickle torture time. We removed their shoes and socks. We then tickled them relentlessly for 30 minutes, in the feet, ribs, stomach and sides, with the usual 2-3 minute breaks. They just wiggled, shouted which came out as mmmppphhhhh through their gags, struggled, none of which did them any good. After the half hour of tickling we went out of Donald’s room, locking the door so that no one can help him.

It was now 8:50 in the morning. As we stepped out of Donald’s room, Ben, who just emerged from his room, already dressed in everyday clothes, joined us. We went down and spent the thirty minutes playing. Maggie (8) and Lucy (6) woke up ten minutes after nine, and joined us.

We (including Donald’s younger siblings) returned to Donald’s room after the half hour, about nine twenty in the morning, and found that the four are pretty much the same as when we left them. Maggie and Lucy were surprised to see their cousin and friends tied up in their older brother’s room. We untied them and gave each other the usual congratulations. They then swore revenge on us, which we as usual dismissed. You know, partly what keeps our games going is the need for revenge.

Ben joined the ranks of Barney, John, Nancy and Cathy who got involved in our games, but due to age, was not able to fully participate.

We had won our second victory. Sounds good, but if you look at our record, we suffered five consecutive defeats before our first victory, then another defeat after that. That’s a total of six defeats. So, winning two out of eight games is not good. I was determined to win another game, and I planned to win it before the day is over.

What is the plan that I used? Did it work? Well, as I always say, read the next part and find out!

To Al,

Please continue your stories

To Joe,

Great story. Hope you share your next one.

Julie came over one Friday evening, after Mom and Dad had gone to a nightclub, to watch over things. I immediately set my plan in motion which was to bind, gag and watch Julie struggle. She had on grey sweat pants and a green tee shirt with the high school athletic dept logo. I was in the living room laying on the floor watching TV when she came in. She said hello and I didn't say anything in return. I wanted her to start teasing me, so that when I retaliated it would appear she started the events that would eventually lead to her binding. "Aren't you gonna say hello?" I grinned but didn't say anything and kept facing the TV. She gently nugded me in the back with her foot, "Hey you!" she urged, "get up." "Don't make me hurt you!" I said. "You hurt me, you are dreaming kiddo." Came her amused reply. "Then I'm gonna tie you up!" I shot back. "Fat chance kiddo." (I couldn't believe it, Mom and Dad hadn't been gone 15 minutes and Julie had already walked into my trap!) "I'll do it!" I said. "No way Jose' she replied. With that she nudged me in the back again. "That's it," I said and I was off and running to get the ropes out of the closet. (From the first time I mentioned "Tied up" Julie never flinched. As you will see, she never protested anything or questioned me. I've always loved her for that. She certainly had to ask herself why a thirteen year old boy would have about a hundred feet of neatly coiled rope and duct tape handy in his closet. Especially when nothing else in his room was neat.)

I was back with my rope in hand and wondered if she would let me tie her. Julie had the kind of body all thirteen year old boys go for. I had been to the local YMCA with her and seen her in a bathing suit. She had firm breasts and thighs and always seemed to be tanned. Not an ounce of fat anywhere. I motioned to the chair I had set up in the corner. It was a curved back wooden chair with verticle slats in the back. The kind we all know is good for chair ties. She sat down "Okay, but not for long, I have homework tonight." I started tying her hands together behind the chair rungs. My hands were shaking. I think she sensed that but she never said anything. I know she could hear my labored breathing as I began to deprive her of her freedom. I tied and cinched her wrists then did the same with her ankles. "That's pretty tight." She finally said. I was too excited to say much in return expect for "Really." I wanted to tie her up completely and I was not about to let this opportunity go by, even if I did eventually get found out. I picked up another length of rope and tied her waist to the chair. I think the TV was still on but I didn't notice. I wrapped rope higher on her torso around those breasts and over the shoulder so she was harnessed to the chair. Julie didn't move or test her bonds. I think she was waiting for me to finish. I cinched her upper arms to the back of the chair so there was no possibility she could work her arms free. At this point I was so excited I didn't care if she knew it was turning me on. Secretly I hoped she did know. I finished tying her by looping several feet of rope around her gorgeous, firm thighs just above the knees. I had to reach through between her thighs to get the rope to cinch. Julie eyed me while I did this but said nothing. I pulled it tight and tied the end of the rope to the chair. "Well, she said, I guess you did tie me up." At that point I picked up the duct tape just to see if Julie would protest. She didn't. I was very turned on by this time and was determined to make it perfect. I wrapped duct tape completely around her head covering her mouth. I tore it off and stepped back. "I got you now!" I said. "Can you get free?" She then began to test her bonds. I still have fantasies thinking about what I saw next...

...for the next thirty minutes Julie struggled. She very slowly began to squirm and twist. She did not do it with any plan or goal. She just writhed her body slowly and almost rythmically. Watching her torso press against her tight tee shirt as the ropes firmly held her in place was magical. Thinking about it now it seems almost a certainty that she was "into it." Julie didn't mmphhh much either. But I could hear her breathing quicken as she became more and more tired by her efforts. What I thought would be a game for fun had become something much deeper for both of us. Julie liked being tied, that was obvious. She knew I liked tying her up.

She could only slide her legs slightly against one another and I could see the muscles in her track team thighs straining. Even through her sweat pants I could clearly see the outline of her quadriceps. Julie had those thick type of ankles that taper into well shaped calves. Her ankles didn't budge as she shifted her feet. In fact, nothing budged. I had done to good a job. She stopped moving as though resigned to her predicament. I asked her if she wanted to be untied and she nodded. We didn't speak about it the rest of the evening. In fact I don't think she ever told anyone. We left that state and moved west not long after that incident and I haven't seen her since we left.
Julie, if you are out there reading this. I wish you well darling.

Nice to hear from you again Lisa! I'd love to check out your story next week when you post it.

It had been a week or two after the "conflict" with Dill's sister and the 3 of us were once again back at Dill's house. Dill informed us on arival that his sister had developed the pictures she took and had been blackmailing him for weeks. We knew Dill's sister well and if she threatened to do something, she'd do it! Together we formulated a plan to go tie her up and force her to tell us where the pictures were so we could get dispose of them. It seemed pretty flaw proof so we set it into action.

Dill's sister was in her room on her bed listining to her cd player. She was facing the wall so she didn't see us walk in. We crept up on her quietly and grabbed her. She was much bigger than ......well me (Dill is a huge 6.1 and Fatts is 5.8 while I am only 5.1) but the three of us over took her. Dill and Fatts held down her arms while I tied them to the bed posts and then we did the same with her feet. She was now in a semi streched-out position with her body like an X. We asked her where the pictures were but she wouldn't tell. We tickled every ticklish part of her untill she cried but she still wouldn't tell. We even put 7 icecubes down her tank top but she still wouldn't tell us.

We were about to tickle her some more but then Dill's parrents came home. Not wanting to explain this to them we quickly untied her. Dill's parrents asked us what the moaning sound they had heard was (It was Dill's sister's gag). I was about to say something but Dill's sister pushed me to the side. In that split second I thought to myself,"This is it, we are going to be in sooo much trouble!" But instead of taking the chance to send us to our graves she said,"I had a little stomach ache but I'm fine now". She smiled sweatly :).

His parents took the answer and walked away from the room. Dumbfounded, we stared at Dill's sister. Usually she would take any reason at all and try to get me and Fatts sent home from Dill's (as you can tell she wasn't very fond of us). She looked at our confusion and replied,"Theirs no point to us fighting over those silly pictures"."I'll give you the pictures later tonight, ok?" I assumed she wanted to laugh at them some more before giving them up so we agreed. She did seem sincere about the whole thing and had a strait face the whole time.

Before I continue the story you must know me and Fatts were spending the night at Dills while his parents went to a Faith Hill concert (Thats what his sister ment when she said later tonight). Any way it was about 7:00 and Dill's parents had been gone for 30 minutes when the doorbell rang. Dills sister invited 2 older girls (about her age)in and told us they were spending the night too. After they were settled they came downstairs to the basement (where we were) each with one big duffle bag. Something started to look familliar so we asked what the bags were for. "You have to play a little game with us before you can have the pictures", she taunted as she lit a nearby candle and dimmed the lights. I suddenly noticed that both her friends were tall and both looked strong (They must have been friends from he swim team)."We are going to play dress up with our 3 new dollies", she said. "But their will be rewards", she said as she pulled out th 15 humiliating pictures and burned one in th candle. Once it got alomst completely burn't she blew it out and threw it away.

Well, as I had suspected the bags were full of womens clothing. First we had to put on matching bras and panties, black, read, and green (in the order of me, Dill, and Fatts). Another picture went up in smoke. Next we had to stuff the bras with cotton balls and pose. Fwoosh, the third picture was gone. Next we all were forced to put on tights. Mine were white as were Dills and Fatts got black ones. Forth picture gone. We were all given dresses next. I got the white ballet dress (that was like a skirt on me), Dill got one of the girl's old Dorthey (wizard of Oz) halloween costume, and Fatts got a long red prom dress from the biggest girl. After that, the rest of the pictures were disposed of after we put on the accessorys. i eventually had white heels, a blonde curly wig, and assorted make up on me.Dill had red shiney heels, a brown wig, and makeup. Poor Fatts had red Pumps, a black wig, and makeup.

We took one look at each other and laughted out loud. It was finally over. We were about to take it all off when Dill's sister and the other girls reache int the bags and pulled out a huge clump of rope and two rolls of duct tape. "You did'nt think you were off the hook for tying me up did you?". Each one of us was tackled by a large girl and picked up kicking and yelling. I was thrown into the closet and Dill's sister started her work. she first duct taped my arms to my sides so tightly that I could hardly move them.Then she used ropeand tied my feet together.Lastly she removed my shoes and threw a rope over the longbar for the coat hangers. She tied one part of the rope to my feet and the hoysted me up feet first into the air.I was hanging upsidedown in the closet facing the mirror on the back of the wall.

I will finish the last half of the story later........... Stay tuned and sry that it's so long.

When we last left me and my friends we were tricked into getting "dressed up" and I was tied with my arms at my sides with duct tape. Me and my costumed body were forced into the air when Dill's sister tied a rope to my legs and threw it over the pole in the closet. she pulled me up enough so my head was inches off the ground. I was faceing the back of the closet and through the mirror I could see what was happening to Dill and Fatts. The girl tying Dill had unfolded the couch to a bed and had tied will in the same X formation we had tied his sister except is looked alot tighter. Fatts was struggling is a complex hogtie on the floor and was moaning helplessly through his duct tape gag.

His sister spun me around and had a sock ready to be shoved in my mouth. Before she could stuff it in I said angerly," Have your fun (Bad word) while you're parents are gone, but when they get back I'm telling them everything!" She laughed at me and said," My parents won't be home untill 12:00 in the afternoon". " you and your buddies are our new toys for the next 17 hours!" (It was about 8:00 at the time)." I had planed this ever since you tried to torture me for those pictures, now it's your turn!". I was paralized with both fear and surprise. I didn't even notice her stuffing the sock in my mouth and duct taping it shut. She wraped some more tape around my arms and tied a bow tightly arround the wig so it wouldn't fall off.

The girls stood back and admired their new toys. Then Dill's sister walked away and came back with a small box. "You didn't really think I'd get rid of those pictures did you guys, well I'm gonna take some more. She walked around snapping pictures of us struggling and yelling through our gags. After that, she took pictures of the torture that followed. All 3 of us had our heels taken off and were tickled relentlessly. I swung back and forth laughing and crying at the same time, helpless against her will. Dill tried to fight back his bonds but was tickles harder. Fatts justed rolled around in his hogtie untill he was pinned and gave up. After that other tortures such as poking, teasing, and freezing us with icecubes took place.

By about 11:00 the girls got bored with us so they put us to bed. Fatts was placed in Dill's dog's cage (hogtie and all) and the cage was taped shut. Dill was left on the bed but tied down with alot of duct tape so he couldn't move an inch. I was taken down from my perch and had most of my body tied with tape. Then I was placed feet first into a sleeping bag and the zippers were locked in place around my head like last time. Then the bag was pulled up over the bar and I was left hanging again. Atleast this time I was up head first in the air (being upside down made me dizzy and gave me a headache). The girls blind folded the 3 of us, shoved Fatts and his doggy cage into the closet, and closed the door. I heard a "click" and knew it was locked.

From the sound of it, the girls watched a movie and then went to bed. After struggling some more I eventually fell asleep. I could tell Fatts did too by his gagged snoring noises. I was woken up pinatta style by my hanging bag being poked with sticks. Once I was let down and Fatts was let out of the cage, they informed us it was time for breakfast. We were all untied but forced to eat in the dresses. After that and a few more blackmail pictures, the 3 of us were free and changed back and ran to my house. To this day me and Fatts have NEVER gone to Dills house when his sister is home!

Thats the end of my story and I hope you enjoyed it! Plz give me any feed back you wish!

Well, thanks for sharing. Any more stories, or anyone else who's got stories, I'd love to hear them!

And Lisa, nice to hear from you again! I can't wait for yours as well!

Question 1: It seems that the usual way to begin a tie-up game is a pretend game such as Cops and Robbers, or a challenge game such as Escape Artist. But are not there any people that likes/liked to play such games just for the sake of tie-up? When I was around 12 (for a short time, alas) I did.

Question 2: This Book is for true stories, OK. Should not there be a similar Book for fictional ones? I recently had some ideas that should read nicely in such a Book- say, what about imagining a place where, like Fantasy Island, boys and girls will be allowed to live realistic adventures with tie-up situations (junior detectives, captured by pirates, etc)? Obviously that place will never exist, because Fantasy Island will never exist too. But it should be fun imagining all the things that might happen there.

Question 3: Are you there yet? Uh... Hello? ;)

But Ropeburn's plug already told you that without your even having to go take a look.

Great story. Do you have any more stories to tell? If so, then tell all. We would love to read them.

Another way by which a tie ups can start is when you tie up somebody just for being annoying or irritating or a way to punish them or get revenge for some past deed. This is also one of the ways by which you can tie somebody up without openly admitting you very much like to tie him/her.

During my last story, my brother Andrew, his friends David, Chester and Jay, launched an attack on us on early Saturday morning. They succeeded in capturing us. But thanks to Donald’s younger brother Ben, we were able to escape and in turn, capture Andrew and his allies. Thus we won our second victory.

However, I still want more. Yes, we won this time, but the odds are still overwhelmingly against us. We won twice already, but lost six times. Andrew and company on the other hand won five in a row and another one after that, a total of six. I was determined to even out the odds. So I decided to strike that Saturday afternoon.

Chester and Jay went home after the game, while the rest of us plan to go to Chester and Jay’s place in the afternoon. Meanwhile we spent the rest of the morning at Donald’s.

It was an hour before noon, Frank, Donald, David, Andrew and I were playing tag. No, that tag has no scene were anyone was bound and gagged. It was getting hot, so we went inside the house. We began discussing what we would do when we get to Chester’s place. That’s when I made the announcement.

“Listen guys, Donald and I won’t be able to go this afternoon. You see, Donald has some unfinished chores, and I promised to help him. So you guys go on ahead without us.” I said.

“You sure, well, how ‘bout all of us help Donald with his chores? That way, we can all go at the same time!” Andrew responded.

“Thanks guys, but no thanks. We can handle it. Besides, you shouldn’t keep Chet and Jay waiting.” Donald replied.

“Donald’s right guys, we shouldn’t keep them waiting. Besides, I’m sure they’ll finish whatever it is they’re suppose to do and join us soon.” Frank said.

Well, that was the end of that. Donald and I would stay for a while to finish the “chores”, while the rest of the gang would proceed to the Adams’ place.

Actually, this was just an excuse so that Donald and I would not go to Chester and Jay at the same time.

Andrew, David and Frank went to our house to have lunch there, while Donald and I remained. We ate lunch, and shortly afterward, left for Chester’s place. Before leaving, I gave a call to Frank to announce we left. We both carried a bag full of rope, torn cloth, duct tape, handkerchiefs and bandanas.

We arrived at Chester’s house at about one in the afternoon. We knocked on the door, and who should answer but Mr. Adams (The twins father) himself. He and Mrs. Adams are going out these afternoon, and inasmuch as Chester and Jay has no pesky younger siblings, there is less prospect of my plan going awry.

“Tom! Donald! What brings you here?”, he asked.

“Is Chet and Jay home?” I asked.

“Oh sure. Come in, come in. Chester! Jay! You’re friends are here!”

Chet and Jay darted into the living room, where we were, and greeted us.

“Isn’t this a little bit too early?” Jay asked.

“Well, we did say afternoon, we just didn’t tell you what exact time.” Donald responded.

“Sure, sure.” Chester replied. “Where are the others?”

“They’re going to be a bit late. They said they’ve got to take care of something before they’ll go here.” I answered.

“What’s the bag for?” Jay asked, referring to our backpack.

“Oh nothing. Just some stuff we thought we’d bring.” I said.

“What stuff?” Chester asked.

“Well, you’ll just have to wait for the others to find out.”

With that, we went to their room to show off their comic book collection and their toys. Donald and I waited for the parents to leave. At about one twenty in the afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Adams told us they’d be back after three hours and left. Chester and Jay then asked us again about the bag.

“What’s in the bag?” Jay asked.

“Yea, Tom, what’s in the bag?” Chester also asked.

“Alright, alright. But do you have any scissors?” Donald asked.

“Sure, in the kitchen. Why?” Chester asked

“We’ll need scissors to use what we have in the bag.” Donald replied.

“Okay!” Jay said and went down to get the scissors. Actually, the scissors was just an excuse to separate them. Once Jay left, Donald and I pounced on Chester.

“Hey, what’s mmmppphhhh” he said as I clamped my hand over his mouth. Donald took a sock from his bag, I released my hand, he opened his mouth in an attempt to shout to warn Jay, but before any sound could come out, Donald shoved the sock into Chester’s mouth, muffling any sound he may make into mmmmpppphhhh that cannot reach Jay’s ears. I held Chester while Donald took long strips of cloth, and used tied his wrists behind his back. He then took a rope and tied it around his waist and to his wrists. I then took another long strip of cloth , crossed his ankles, and tied it up.

That’s when Jay returned. “Hey guys, here’s the sci…what the …hey!” We pounced on him, took away the scissors and forced him to lay on his stomach on the floor. We didn’t put the gag on immediately, because, who will he warn in the first place? We pulled his arms behind his back, and tied his wrists with another long strip of cloth. “Hey, what’s the mmmppphhh”, I took another piece of cloth, and shoved it in his mouth. I then duct taped his mouth to prevent Jay from spitting out the cloth.

We then sat them on two wooden chairs, and using rope, tied both of them to it by wrapping rope around them and the back of the chair. I tied each of Jay’s feet to the legs of the chair. Donald meanwhile took a piece of rope, tied one end of it to Chester’s feet, and tied the other end to the back of the chair so that he’s feet could not touch the floor.

After tying them to the chairs, we stepped back to admire our handiwork. Both Chester and his twin are struggling furiously against their restraints, mmmpppphhhhing loudly while doing it. We then stepped back to wait for the remaining two.

“Well, two down, and two to go.” I said.

“You think Frank was able to separate those two?” Donald asked, referring to Andrew and David.

“Hope so. I wouldn’t want to fight both of them at the same time. Although we would still beat them three to two if not.” I said.

“Yea. Great plan, by the way. They won’t be suspicious because Frank’s with them. They’d also think we’re still in your house doing chores.” Donald said.

“I know. They’d be surprise to see us in here. By the time they recover from the surprise, they’d be bound and gagged and since there’s no little brats to mess up our game, we’d have victory in the bag.” I added.
“Yea, a third victory! But the odds are still in their favor, six wins for them and three for us. I want to even the odds.” I continued.

“But how?” Donald asked.

“By just hitting them. Hit them before they can recover, and pretty soon, we’ll sit on a tide of victories!” I answered.

We went to the kitchen, were we helped ourselves to the food. We drank soda, ate junk food while we waited for Frank and either David or Andrew to arrive.

We did not have to wait long. Twenty minutes later, we heard a knock on the door, and we came to the door and I opened it. Frank and David soon entered.

“I thought you guys were doing chores at your house!” David exclaimed after seeing Donald and me.

“Well, the chores were not so hard after all. We worked extra hard and got the job done in no time. So, we decided to go here ahead and surprise you!” I answered.

“By the way, where’s Chet and Jay?” Frank asked.

“They’re in their room waiting for us to join them.” Donald answered.

“Where’s Andrew?”, I asked.

“He said he forgot something and went back home to get it. He should be here soon enough,” David replied.

“Good!” I said.

We entered the twins room. There, David saw the twins bound to the chairs and gagged. Before he could react, Donald, Frank and I grabbed David and wrestled him to the floor and laid him on his stomach. We pulled his hands behind him and tied his wrists, palm to palm, with torn cloth. Frank took a handkerchief from his pocket, wadded it, and shoved it in David’s mouth. I then duct taped his mouth. Donald tied his knees and ankles, while Frank took a piece of rope, tying one end of it to the ankles and the other end to the wrists, putting David in a hog-tie.

We stepped back to admire our work. David is on the floor hog-tied, struggling and mmmpppphhhhhing against his restraints. But as usual, it did no good. We had captured three of the four. All we need to do to win is to wait for my big brother Andrew and capture him. And with a three to one advantage, victory is assured. Or so we thought.

We went down to wait for Andrew to arrive. Fifteen minutes. No Andrew. Twenty minutes, still no Andrew. Thirty minutes, he hasn’t arrived yet. We lost our patience, and decided for some reason, he wasn’t going to make it. I sent Donald to up to check on the three while Frank and I waited another ten minutes for my brother. Still, he did not come. So at the end of the ten minutes, I decided to come up and begin the torture of David, Chester and Jay, with or without Andrew.

Well, when we entered the room, I was tackled by Chester and - of all people, my brother Andrew!!!! - while Frank was tackled by David and Jay. Donald is in one of the chairs, hands tied behind him and trussed up with rope and gagged with duct tape. (We rarely used cleave gags anymore because based upon the incident with Cathy and Nancy in Spring - 1966 ‘Surprises’, they are not really effective, even if the mouth was packed before that before the gag was applied.). My hands were tied behind my back, and I was placed in a chair, where I was further trussed up just like Donald. Andrew then placed a handkerchief in my mouth and sealed it with duct tape. Frank was not so lucky. His hands were tied behind his back, but since there are no more chairs, Jay and David just hog-tied him in the floor. They didn’t even bother to leash him. Well, so much for my plan!

“Well, little brother, don’t be surprised!!!” Andrew remarked.

“Yea. It isn’t the first time you’re bound and gag.” David added. The four of them just burst into laughter.

We just mmmmppphhhhhed through our gags. We would have said something, but the gag prevented any intelligible speech.

“Looks like somebody’s plan went awry!” Chester remarked. “By the way, how did you learn about their plan?”

“I’ll explain later, Chet. Right now, we have some torture to do on these plotters.” Andrew replied.

The four of them jumped, howled and shouted. Then they started the torture. They removed our shoes and socks, and tickled our feet, ribs, sides and stomach. As I said, I am extremely ticklish, so I just went berserk. I laughed, shouted, screamed which was filtered through the gag and came out as mmmppphhhhsssss. They continued this for 30 minutes. Fortunately, those four didn’t forget to give the usual 2-3 minutes breaks, so we didn’t die of laughing!!! Guess I was lucky to have such merciful brother. Still, even with the breaks, we still nearly died of laughing.

After our torture, the four of them left the room for a half hour. We were left alone, and we struggled mightily against the bonds. As usual, they did us no good. We were immobile, hardly able to move. I tried to feel for the knot on my wrists, but all I could feel is miles and miles of coils of rope. It is then I lost all hope of another victory. As for Donald and Frank, they continued with their fruitless struggles. Donald soon gave up, while Frank fell down to his side, wiggling, but after 10 minutes also gave up.

I decide to think and contemplate my situation. Obviously, my plan fell to pieces. But what went wrong? I tried to figure that out. Apparently, Andrew arrived the house when we were tying up David. He must have sneaked into some room beyond the twins’ room so he can hide there while we trussed up David. When we went down to wait for my brother, Andrew apparently sneaked on the twins’ bedroom and freed David, Chester and Jay. I played right into their hands when I sent Donald to check on them and wait for us, for it gave them the opportunity to divide and conquer. When Donald was all tied up, it assured them victory because they can now take us on two to one. And the surprise that it gave us further contributed to their advantage, thus making our defeat all but inevitable.

But there is still the nagging question of how my brother knew? Well, Frank might have told him, but all indications say that that assertion is not true. Frank apparently did his job of separating the two to ease our operation, so Frank did not tell him. Well, Andrew must have figured it out by himself. Remember, my brother is a smart guy.

They returned after thirty minutes, and following their usual boasting about winning, untied us.

We did our usual congratulations on a good game, and the usual promises of revenge.

“By the way, how did you know we had a plan.” I asked.

“Well first I didn’t know you had a plan, then got suspicious, then figured it out.” Andrew replied.

“How did you figure it out?” Frank asked.

“Tom’s a smart guy. I’m sure he can figure it out!” Andrew responded.

With that ended another game. We lost this game. That makes a total of seven failures. I was ticked off by that fact. Nevertheless, it was still fun. I was determined to win the next game, and promised myself we would even out the odds.

I never figured out that day how Andrew figured out that we had a plan. All seems perfect in my plan. Yet it came crashing down.

We spent the rest of the afternoon at Chester and Jay’s house, doing what we originally planned before any of the tie ups. Mr. and Mrs. Adams returned home after a couple of hours, and gave us snacks and drinks. We soon went home after that.

Did I get my revenge, or did they get us first? Read the next part and find out.

My happen about 2 weeks ago one day after we got out of school my girlfiend Tasha came over to my house cause my parents are out of town. She came over at like 1 and really didnt do anything exciting until i looking in closet and found two pairs of handcuffs. I dint know if Tasha ever liked handcuffs so i planed a little smothing when she was sleeping. I was letting her sleep in my parents room and she was wearing a green tank top and really sweet shorts that showed off her great legs =)... Well i decided that im gonna handcuff her and she what she gonna do. I also found a big superball so i found a big soccer sock and stuck the superball in the soccer sock and tied notes on both sides. Kinda making a ball bag.
Well when she was sleeping i took her left rist and put a handcuff on the rist. i did that pretty fast and then i cuffed her other rist trought the headboard and i strecthed her as far as i could get her to cuff her and ankles to the bed post when she got up she was dazed and didn realize what have happen. When she figured it out she screamed but i put the ball gag in her mouth and all i hear where MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. I started laughting at her. She tried to move but couldn't move one but so i started tickling her and she started to sqimire all over the place after about45 mins of doing that i let her catch her breath and letter her kowl down while still cuffed to the bed. While she was kowling down i took another soccer sock and blindfolded her so so she couldnt see. I told her that i had some work to do so ill kept u like this and u can see if u can get out. When i left startd protestig but nothing came out execpt MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!......

Last time, I planned an elaborate operation designed to capture my brother Andrew, and his friends David, Chester and Jay. It nearly worked, but backfired when Andrew apparently saw through our plan and turned the tables on us.

There was no tie-up games during the rest of the weekend. There were no games during Sunday because Dad took us to the park on Sunday after church and to visit various historic places in our town.

Then the week came. Hours and hours of grueling schoolwork kept me busy during the week. I was so busy I completely forgot about our games. It only came to my mind during the last hour of school of Friday. Andrew, David, Chester, Jay, Frank, Donald and I usually leave school at the same time. That Friday afternoon, however, I had to attend a meeting so I was not able to go home with them.

I went home about five thirty in the afternoon. Mom and Dad are attending a meeting, so we had the house all to ourselves at least until eight. I was greeted by Barney when I arrived.

“Where’s Andrew?” I asked.

“He’s upstairs.” Barney replied. “Could you help me with my homework?” We usually do our homework Friday night.

“Sure. Just let me go to my room and change.” I said. A huge smile appeared on Barney’s lips, he then darted to his room to get his books, paper and pencil.

I went to my room. As soon as I entered, I was grabbed by four boys. Now, I was too tired to make much of a struggle, pretty soon, they had me laid on the floor on my stomach. The surprise was complete.

The boys, of course, were my brother Andrew, and our friends David, Chester and Jay. They pulled my arms behind my back and David duct taped it. Chester duct taped my ankles, and also duct taped my knees. They then stood me up.

“What’s going on?” I demanded, once I was on my feet.

“Little brother, you know what’s going on. Just a little revenge.” Andrew replied.

I looked around and I saw beside my bed Frank tied to the pole in my room. Donald is tied to a chair. Both were gagged with duct tape. Meanwhile, Jay took a rope and tied it around my waist and then to my wrists, further restricting any movement.
“Look guys, I’ve mmmpppphhhh!” I was cut off as Andrew shoved a sock in my mouth. David then sealed it with duct tape.

“Now be good”, Andrew said. He then led me to my bed and laid me there on my stomach. He took off my socks and shoes, took a rope, and tied one end of it to my wrists and the other end to my ankles, hog-tying me.

They stepped back to admire their work. Then, without warning, they began their tickle torture. They tickled my feet, stomach, sides, ribs and armpits. I absolutely went crazy. I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and shouted and shouted and shouted and shouted and screamed and screamed and screamed. It came out as mmmppphhhhhhhss through the gag. I rolled, struggled, but it absolutely did no good. I just hoped it would quickly be over. Thank God for those 2-3 minute breaks!

They left us after 30 minutes of intense tickling. As soon as they left, I began to struggle and find ways to escape. Yet it did me no good. The restraints held. I then tried to feel for the knot that held me in hog-tie. Yet I could not feet the knot. As usual, my brother did his tying job with extreme competence. I tried feel for the edge of the duct tape. But all I could feel is miles and miles of the smooth surface of duct tape, but no edges. So I basically was going nowhere. Frank and Donald apparently reached the same conclusion as I did and just lay there quietly.

Time passed. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. Twenty two. Then suddenly, the door opened, and a figure came in the room. It was John. He came over to me.

“Hey, Tom, I heard that you would help Barney with his homework. I have a homework too. Could you also help me?” He asked.

I just mmmmppphhhhsss.

“Oh! Let me help you with that!” John said. With that, he ripped the duct tape off in a second. It came off, and when it did, my mouth ached. I shouted, fortunately, the sock in my mouth drowned whatever sound or noise I made so nothing reached Andrew’s ear. I then spat out the sock.

“Next time, do it more carefully!” I said.

“Hey, I’m the one doing you the favor!” John said.

“Okay! Okay! Now untie me, and I’ll help you.” I asked.

“Wait a minute. If you want to be untied, then you have to do my homework for a week.” John responded.

“No way! Why should I do your crummy schoolwork for a week! One night is none thing, but a whole week is totally different!” I replied.

“Because you are the one in trouble now. I could always ask Andy to help me.” With that, John turned around and started toward the door.

“John wait! Alright, I’ll do your stupid homework for a week! Just get me out of here!” I responded.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

With that, John untied me from my hog-tie. He then began peeling off the duct tape on my wrists. After peeling of my wrists, John left.

“I’ll wait for you in my room. Remember, you’ll do my homework.” With that, he left.

I then proceeded to untie my ankles and knees. I was a little slow in removing all those tape, but finally I made it. I then went to untie my companions.

Well, I was too slow in removing all those tape, for before I could untie a single knot on Donald or Frank, the door opened. At the door, staring at me in disbelief is Andrew, David, Chester and Jay. The thirty minutes has just ended too soon. They just stood there watching me, too stupefied to act. They finally snapped out of it and all four pounced on me with the ferocity of a tiger. Of course, it isn’t a fair fight, and in a matter of seconds, I was on my stomach with my hands behind me.

“Looks like we have a Houdini here!” Chester remarked.

“Let’s see if you can escape this time Houdini!” Andrew said.

“This time will tie you so tight you won’t be able to move.” David added.

“Ha! You’ll never win again against us. You’ll not win this time, nor will you ever win!” Jay boasted.

Andrew then tied my crossed wrists behind me with rope. He carefully wrapped it around my wrists, vertically, horizontally, making sure its tight but not painful. He then knotted it using a constrictor knot, then secured it using a double square knot. David meanwhile shove my own sock on my mouth, while Chester duct taped my mouth. They then carried me back to the bed, tied my ankles and my knees, and hog-tied me. He then leashed my ankles to the headboard of my bed.

“Get out of that!” Andrew challenged, then all four laughed at our predicament. Then they descended on me and tickled me for five minutes with breaks. Frank and Donald just watched, resigned to another defeat.

They then left us again for another thirty minutes, my hopes all but crushed.

Well I just lay down the bed, waiting for the half hour to end. Well twenty five minutes into the half hour, somebody went in the room and approached me. It was my little sister Betty.

Betty is eight years old, has blond hair, blue eyes. Her height is the same as mine, and she is dressed in jeans and a stripped shirt. She also has long hair.

“Tom, I just heard that you’ll do the homework of Barney and John. Why don’t you do the same for me?” She asked.

I just mmmmppphhhh.

“Well, let’s remove that thing so I can understand you better.” With that, she carefully removed the duct tape in my mouth. I then spit out the sock.

“I’ll do your homework. Just untie me!”

“Wait a minute! I heard that you’ll be doing John’s homework for a week. I want you to do mine until school’s out (meaning the summer vacation).”

“What?! Heck no! Let some other fool do your homework for you. As for me, I’m not one of those fools.” I responded.

“Well, you could then remained all tied up then.” Betty said. She then turned around and walked towards the door. I began to be desperate.

“Hey Betty, wait. Okay, I’ll do you stupid homework until summer. Just untie me.”

“Just promise me!”

“I promise!”

“You promise that if I untie your hands now, that whatever happens after I untied you will not change your promise, even if you lose this game?”

What can I do? “I promise”

“Great!” With that, she released me from my hog-tie and untied my wrists. She then help me untie my ankles.

“So that’s how you’re able to escape! Pretty clever.” A voice said as I took off the last ropes from my body. I dreaded that voice. It was Andrew, with David, Chester, and Jay standing at the door. “We were going to untie you all, but since, she took it upon herself to untie on of you, I guess you’ll be in the ropes for another half-hour.” Andrew continued.

Well, I guess that the negotiations between Betty and I went a little too long.

“Grab her!” Andrew commanded. With that, David and Jay grabbed Betty. “Hey, let me mmmppphhhh”, as Jay clamped his hand over her mouth. She soon was held by those two. Chester and Andrew then pounced on me. I in turn, gave them no fight, as I knew from the moment I heard Andrew’s voice I was defeated. I was soon flipped over so I lay on my stomach, and Chester pulled my arms behind my back. Andrew then tied my wrists the same way he tied it earlier. He then wound a roped around my waists and tied it too the wrists. He then took a rope and tied my ankles. He finished by shoving to my mouth a handkerchief and sealing it with duct tape.

He then took his attention to Betty.

“So you’re the one who’s been interfering with our game.” He said. “We’ll just have to put a stop to that.”

Andrew was by this time ticked off by the fact that the game was disrupted twice. He too wanted to end the game as this stage, but he also wanted a clear-cut victory.

“Hold her boys!” Andrew said. “With that, he removed my sister’s shoes and socks and began tickling her feet. Betty is as ticklish as the rest of us, and she soon began to laugh, and scream. Jay’s hand gag stifled any sounds, which came out as mmmpppphhhhssssss. She began to struggle, tried to avoid being tickled, but the other three held her. She laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. Too bad that I wasn’t able to see what’s happening. The backs of David and Chester blocked my view. But I heard her cute mmmppphhhhsss. After five minutes, they stopped and released her. She was gasping for her breathe, and trying to recover from all that tickle torture. She was not tied up, however. She was not yet nine, and nobody of us want to get into trouble with my Dad.

“Okay, okay! I’ll promise whatever you want me to promise to. Just no more tickling!” Betty said.

“Just promise not to interfere with our game.” A stern faced Andrew told her.

“Sure. But could I watch your game?”

“Well, just don’t free anybody until I say so.” Andrew responded.

“Okay!” Betty said.
Andrew then turned his attention to Donald, Frank and me.

“Well, untie them from where they are. Just leave their wrists, upper body tied up, and leave them gagged.” Andrew then commanded to his other companions. They then complied.

Andrew, David, Chester and Jay marched Frank, Donald and I towards Andrew’s room with Betty following us. They then tied Frank to the pole in Andrew’s room, Donald was hog-tied and leashed to the bed, and I was tied to the chair. They then tickled us for twenty minutes, giving us the usual 2-3 minute breaks, Betty given permission by my brother to tickle us, as long as she gave us breaks. I think enjoyed tickling me, his older brother, as well as Donald and Frank.

Then they left us for the usual half hour. Andrew locked his room to ensure that no one would come in and free us. This time nobody did. As for Donald and Frank, they just lay or stood still where they were, waiting for the game to end.

Well, at the end of thirty minutes, they returned. Not only Andrew, David, Chester and Jay but also Betty, Barney and John. Also with them is my youngest brother Lawrence.

“Well, we better untie you. You’ll need all you time doing all those homework!” David said.

“I can’t believe you made that deal, Tom! You’d be better off if I untied you then and not do any homework than if they untied you for such promises only to be tied up again.” Andrew added.

“Well, enjoy doing all the homework!” Chester said.

“Yea. Enjoy doing all our homework!” Betty added.

They then untied us. I soon became the laughing stock of the gang for the useless deals I made. Guess I was stupid making those deals. Not only have I got to do Barney’s homework for the night, I got to do John’s for the week, and Betty’s until vacation. What a stupid deal! For what? So they can untie me only to be tied up again. Boy, did I feel stupid that time.

As for Donald and Frank, they also laughed at me. They were sore at me. For I later learned that they had been tied up for a total of three hours, and I, as a result of my dealings, unwittingly extended it by one and a half hours. Guess they were relieved to be untied.

Mom and Dad returned soon after that. I spent the rest of the night doing homework for Barney and John. David, Frank, Donald, Chester and Jay spent the night at our house.

Well, that’s the last of my tie-up adventures that weekend. There was no more tie-up games that weekend. The next tie-up game occurred the following Tuesday afternoon. It was a game in which for the first time, I was tied up by a girl my age. Yes, she is nine years old. Who is she? And what happened next? Read the next part and find out!

My happen about 2 weeks ago one day after we got out of school my girlfiend Tasha came over to my house cause my parents are out of town. Tasha is 6"0 long blond hair and had green eyes. She is about 130 pound and has about cup size C i would say. She came over at like 1 and really didnt do anything exciting until i looking in closet and found two pairs of handcuffs. I dint know if Tasha ever liked handcuffs so i planed a little smothing when she was sleeping. I was letting her sleep in my parents room and she was wearing a green tank top and really sweet shorts that showed off her great legs =)... Well i decided that im gonna handcuff her and she what she gonna do. I also found a big superball so i found a big soccer sock and stuck the superball in the soccer sock and tied notes on both sides. Kinda making a ball bag.
Well when she was sleeping i took her left rist and put a handcuff on the rist. i did that pretty fast and then i cuffed her other rist trought the headboard and i strecthed her as far as i could get her to cuff her and ankles to the bed post when she got up she was dazed and didn realize what have happen. When she figured it out she screamed but i put the ball gag in her mouth and all i hear where MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. I started laughting at her. She tried to move but couldn't move one but so i started tickling her and she started to sqimire all over the place after about45 mins of doing that i let her catch her breath and letter her kowl down while still cuffed to the bed. While she was kowling down i took another soccer sock and blindfolded her so so she couldnt see. I told her that i had some work to do so ill kept u like this and u can see if u can get out. When i left startd protestig but nothing came out execpt MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!......
I left her cuffed to the bed for 5 hours while i did my stuff i had to do i would check on her every fifteen minutes so i knew she should be fine. When i was done i uncuffed her from the bed left the bag in her mouth and let her walk around for being stiff. I took the gag out and gave some food and water. While she eat i handcuffed her wrist throght the chair and cuffed them in the back and i feed her. We talked for about 45 munits after she was done eating she like lets watch movie so i said all right. I uncuffed her and recuffe her hands behind her. i led her to the couch and layed her down and I asked her what movies were gonna watch she said Dumb and Dumber. So i poped it in when we started watching the movie i new she was gonna try and go somewhere so i hogtied her hands cuffed behind her and her and ankles where cuffed so i had a pad lock i put her hands way down by her ankles and locked them so i knew she wasnt going any where. She protested again swearing this time but i didnt listen. She finally stoped after 20 mins of the movie and we watched the movie while layin on the couch with her hogtied with handcuffs and a blanket covering us so we woulnt be cold. When the movie was over it was about 11 and i asked if she wanted to sleep over she said yeah so she called her mom and told her while she was stilled hogtied. After that we just talked and fell alseep all night. In the morning when she woke up she was pretty stiff and had to use the bathroom. I told her i lost the key and she stated going bananas and she tried to move but to no revale i looked for the keys and found them and cuffed her and she went to the bathroom.

Hope you enjoyed the storie PEACE OUT !!!!!!!!!!!!

The end

Liz: nice: please keep going, and don't stop, like some others, including the above, and another gal whose name sounds like yours.

I would love to hear your stories about your sisters doing that to you!!! Please post them or send them to my e-mail address below. Thanks!!!

Dtmanus

It was just a short, half hour walk to Malcolm’s parents’ house, so I took advantage of the autumn weather and decided to walk. Like many teenage girls, babysitting was both an institution and a principal means of income. What other job could you both work and do your homework at the same time? The neighborhood I lived in was established and tree-lined. Many of the homes were almost a century old. I had always considered myself fortunate to live in such a rustic setting. I glanced up as I walked, and basked in the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the leaves.

I turned a corner and headed down the street where Malcolm lived. Like my own, it too was nestled in a dense, tree-lined area and was very pretty. The sounds of late summer were punctuated by the click-click of my heels as I walked. Up ahead, I could hear the drone of a lawnmower, and the splash of children having the last swim in a back yard pool. Further along, another neighbor, a retired gentleman by the name of Mr. Hanson, was raking leaves. I smiled and nodded as I walked by. It was a glorious late afternoon.

Up ahead was my destination. The house was old, a renovated two-story on a large pie-shaped lot. It was a very cozy house, and I always enjoyed my visits there when I was babysitting. I loved looking after Malcolm. Although he could be mischievous at times, he had a sweet disposition and never really meant any harm. More often than not, he was content to play board games with me, or sit and watch TV. For his tenth birthday, his father has built him a tree-house in the backyard. The last time I babysat him, he had me climb up there and read comic books with him. I smiled to myself. I made sure that I wore a dress this afternoon, so I would have the perfect excuse not to visit the tree-house. Climbing up into tree-houses was very un-ladylike!

I turned onto the walkway, and proceeded to the door. I pressed the buzzer, and shortly, Malcolm’s mother came to the door. She was wearing an evening gown. “Come on in,” she ushered. I walked through the door, and she closed it behind me. Her husband was coming down the stairs, adjusting his bow tie. The two of them were going to some ceremony. “I left the number as to where we can be reached on the table by the phone. There are chips, and pop in the fridge.” It was the usual babysitter debriefing. “We should be home no later than mid-night.”

“Thanks,” I smiled. “I’m sure that the evening should go okay.” I turned to the young boy standing in the hall. “Well, hello Malcolm! Are we going to have fun tonight?”

The little angel before me just laughed. “Hi Lisa! Sure! We’re going to have a great time tonight!”

During the last game, Andrew, David, Chester and Jay ambushed me at my bedroom. With Frank and Jay, I was soon tied up. John however, then Betty, offered to free me in exchange for me doing their homework for a specific period of time. I accepted, but each time, I was not able to free all before Andrew and company returned. So I never escaped. Instead I was burdened with too much homework.

I never played anymore tie-up games that Saturday and Sunday. I was defeated a total of 8 times and won only twice. I wanted revenge but Frank and Donald are still sore at me, and they only forgave me on Monday. I spent the weekend with my brothers at our house, playing whatever normal kids would do on a weekend. But there were no tie-up games.

Monday was very busy. The fact that Frank and Donald became friends with me again is little relief to the grueling schoolwork I have to do. And even at home, I have to do much homework, not only John but Betty’s homework and mine too. I was still laughed at because of the foolish promises I made, although I took it good-naturedly, laughing at myself for such a stupid mistake.

Tuesday was a relief. There isn’t much schoolwork to be done, and no homework to pass tomorrow! So after school, I decided to come over to my friend Henry’s house. Henry Dale is eight years old, has light brown hair and like my older brother, has gray eyes. He is two inches shorter than me. I stayed in school for a while after the bell rang, Frank and the others went home ahead, and only Henry waited for me. I walked with him to his home, where he was anxious to show me something.

We were greeted by Henry’s nine-year-old sister Angela. Angela has fiery red hair, has brown eyes, and is an inch taller than me. She is Betty’s best friend. She is a frequent visitor at our house and Betty at Angela’s house. We know each other very well, and this is not my first visit to Henry and Angela’s house.

“Hi Henry! Hi Tom!” She greeted us as we entered. Henry and I went straight to Henry’s room where he showed me some of his new toys, particularly his new water gun and some of his comics. After that, we went directly to the living room where we proceeded to watch TV.

Henry and I watched a detective show, the title of which I don’t remember. Angela later joined us in our watching. Now there was a scene by which a woman was bound and gagged.

“Now that reminds me, you still have a lot of homework to do!” she said, giggling. Obviously, my sister told her all about what happened in the last game.

I was irritated. The last thing I wanted to discuss was all those homework.

“Oh yeah! Well at least I won’t be doing yours!” I snapped back.

“We’ll see. We’ll see!” Angela replied.

After that show, Angela made some comments about the bound and gag scene.

“You know, those scenes are fake. The way she was tied up was so pathetic. I could easily have escaped those ropes,” she said.

“I’ll bet that if I tied her up, she wouldn’t escape. And that goes for you too!” I boasted.

“You wouldn’t be able to tie me up even if a ton of rope was given to you. I’ll escape any kind of bind you put me in!” She responded.

“Well, give me some rope. I’ll tie you up and see if you could get out. And if you did get out, I’ll give you two dollars. How about that, Miss Houdini.” I said.

“Let’s make it more interesting. I’ll tie you up first, if you get out, then you can tie me up. If I escape, you’ll have to give five me dollars. If I don’t, then I’ll give you the five dollars. But if you don’t escape, you’ll be doing my homework for as long as you’ll be doing Betty’s homework. You can still tie me up, if I get out, you’ll be paying me five bucks. If not, I’ll give you five dollars. Deal?” she replied.

I thought it over. I’m sure that because Angela is a girl, she wouldn’t be able to tie me up effectively. I also remembered the first contest against Chester and Jay. I thought that I could easily escape. I was sure she wouldn’t be able to escape if I tied her up. So I thought this would be a walkover. Still, I pretended to have second thoughts.

“Well, let me see. What if I tie you up first, then if you escape, you can tie me up.” I offered instead.

“No!” She insisted. “I’ll tie you up first, then you can tie me up then. Pleaaasseeee!” She pleaded, and employed all her feminine charms. She looked at me with those eyes, oh, how could a boy refuse! She is fighting unfairly!

I mustered all my resistance. “No. I’ll tie you up this time. That’s final!” I stomped my feet on the floor.

“Then fine.” She then gave me a huge pout; change her expression into sad, then turned around and started to (pretend to) cry. She could have won an academy award if this was a movie. I of course, was a fool, and fell for it. “Okay, okay. You win! Just don’t cry. You can tie me up first.”

Angela’s expression suddenly changed. A huge smile materialized in her face, and all traces of sorrow was gone. Her cheerful expression returned. I realized I have been duped, but what can I do? Anyway, I still thought it would be a walkover.

“Then let’s begin!” She said. “Henry, get the ropes and pieces of cloth.” She then commanded.

With that, her eight year old little brother ran upstairs, and minutes later came back with a bundle of rope and a bag of torn cloth. My heart leaped at the sight of all this.

“You promise to untie me if I can’t get out?” I said.

“Sure!”

I then stood before her and offered my arms in front for her to tie. My face is all smiles, thinking I could easily escape.

“No, turn around and put your arms behind your back.” she commanded.

I did as I was told. Soon, I felt soft rope wrapping around my crossed wrists. She soon cinched the rope and knotted it off. I tested the ropes. It held. It is then that I knew that victory would be no walkover. I then began to struggle.

“No! Don’t begin yet. I haven’t finished. By the way, does the ropes hurt?” she asked.

“No.” I replied.

“Then good!” she said with a fiendish smile.

My smile had by this time completely disappeared. Unlike Chester and Jay the first time, she clearly knew what she was doing. I knew then that I was in trouble.

She took another piece of rope, tied one end of it to my wrists, the wrapped it around my waists and then tied the other end of it to the wrists. With that, it became impossible for me to slip my arms under me so that it would come out front and I could then untie the knots using my teeth.

“Could I begin?” I asked after she finished with rope on my waist.

“Not yet!” She said.

She then took a long piece of rope and began wrapping it around my upper body around my shoulders.

“Aren’t you overdoing it?” I asked.

“Tom, what I’ve done is not yet half of what your brother did to you last Friday!” Angela replied.

“How did you even know how much I was tied up?” I asked.

“Look, don’t pretend to know that I don’t know what games you and your friends have been playing! I know, because your sister Betty tells me all!” Angela answered.

She then finished tying my upper body.

“You finished?”

“Not yet!”

“Look I’m mmmmpppphhhhh!” She inserted a handkerchief into mouth, then took an already cut duct tape from Henry and taped my mouth.

“Ah! Peace and quiet.” Angela said.

She then led me to a sofa where she instructed me to sit. I sat. She then crossed my ankles and tied it with rope. She then tied my knees and finally, my thighs. She then took a rope, tied one end of it to my ankles and tied the other end of it to one of the legs of the sofa. I then knew I wouldn’t go anywhere far from the sofa.

“Now, get out of that!” she challenged.

I began to struggle. I rolled, I squirmed, and I tried to loosen the ropes or get some slack. Nothing worked. The ropes were as tight as ever. I soon realized that struggling would get me nowhere. I stopped after 10 minutes. I then rested for a while.

“Why, giving up already?” she asked.

I just mmmpppphhh and shook my head.

I then decided to find the knot securing the ropes in my wrists. My fingers flexed and tried to feel for the knot, but could not. She has done so thorough a tying that it reminded me of the way Andrew made his knots. She had made it snug and tight but not painful, and the knots were out of reach of my fingers. I couldn’t have done better myself.

I then looked around. I tried to find something sharp to try and cut the ropes. Nothing. I could find nothing within the range of the leash that could help me free myself.

I knew I was stuck. Angela was looking at me and laughing at me. I then struggled furiously, trying to hide the fact that I had given up. She laughed even more. Only Henry, who just stared at the whole process, amused at my inability to escape, did not laugh.

“Hey, he’s really stuck!” Henry commented.

“That’s the idea!” She responded. “Why, want to join him?”

Henry just shook his head indicating that he did not want to be tied up.

“Just be good, and you won’t be harmed!” she jokingly said.

Henry then went to his room, apparently getting board watching us. “Just call me when this is over!” He shouted

By this time, I grew tired of useless struggling. I was then sweating heavily, exhausted from all that struggling. I then just sat quietly at the sofa, and just waited for her to untie me.

When I stopped struggling, Angela seems to lose interest in watching me. She then opened the TV, sat beside the bound and gagged me, and watched TV for an hour. I then just made myself as comfortable as I can, and watched TV. Watching TV with her was torture! Her shows are absolutely not my taste, and I have to spend that much time watching and listening to her show. I would have made some critical comments about what she was watching, but all I could do is groan and squirm. I would occasionally close my eyes to avoid watching, but every time I would close my eyes, Angela would give me a slight tickle at my side to make sure I’m watching the show. And since I, like Andrew, am extremely ticklish, even a slight tickle would cause me to shake and squirm.

Finally, the show ended. I was relieved that the show ended. I was hoping that she would untie me, but all hope vanished when she asked me the question I most dreaded.

“Are you ticklish?” she asked.

I shook my head, trying in vain to forestall the inevitable.

“Well, Betty tells me you’re very ticklish. She also tells me that your brother tickles you for half an hour. Let’s see if she’s right!”

She then took of my shoes and socks off and began to tickle my feet. I went absolutely crazy as soon as her finger began to stroke my feet. I rolled, I squirmed, and I shook violently. She then proceeded to my sides and stomach and ribs. I couldn’t do anything but laugh and laugh and laugh. She continued this for five minutes NON STOP. By that time, I was in tears; I am thoroughly exhausted, and look very pitiful.

She then looked at me after her non-stop tickling. Her expression changed from cocky to concerned.

“I think you had enough.” She then removed my gag. I immediately flexed my jaw and breathed through my mouth.

“Sorry, I thought you could take it. Betty told me- ”

“Betty (gasp) did not tell (gasp) you everything!” I interrupted.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Never mind. Just remember that you should be able to take as much as I took! Be ready for my turn!” I defiantly said.

I had recovered at this point. My tears are dry, I am breathing normally, and my pride came back. I was not however, bitter about what happened. I know Angela would not have deliberately done anything to harm me, and I know she just want to have fun at my expense, but it would be fun if Angela thought the opposite. Still, I was afraid she would not untie me and just re-gag me and tickle me.

“I can take anything you could possibly throw at me, but since you didn’t escape, you have to do my homework until the end of school!” She said, her expression quickly returning to cocky.

I ignored what she said about the homework. I get irritated when I remember it. “Maybe so, but prepare five bucks.” I responded.

She untied me. Henry suddenly became interested again, came back and was watching us. I then commanded her to turn around and put her arms behind her. I also asked Henry to fetch the ropes. I was about to wrap the ropes around her wrists when I noticed the clock.

The time! “Listen, I’ve got to go. Mom and Dad are going to kill me if I came home later than seven. Sorry, gotta go.” I said.

“So much for your revenge!” she said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll come back tomorrow afternoon. So be ready!” I replied.

With that, I hurried out the door, and ran home. I entered the front door with three minutes to spare. Mom and Dad are strict about curfews, especially on school days.

I spent the night doing John and Betty’s homework. After doing all those homework, I told Andrew all that happened. I omitted, of course, the part where I have to do Angela’s homework.

Even without telling about the homework, Andrew burst into laughter. He laughed even before I finished.

“You really fell for it! I don’t believe you could be so gullible!” Andrew said while laughing.

“Looks who’s laughing. You are the one who told me girls can’t tie boys.” I told my brother.

“The only reason why she was able to tie you up so good is because you let her!” Andrew responded, still laughing.

I thought for a moment. Andrew is always saying to us since the beginning of our games that girls can’t tie boys. When Angela was able to tie me up, that belief crumbled. Now, with that comment, it was brought back to life. Yes, Andrew’s right. Girls can’t tie boys unless the boys let themselves be tied up. At least at that point in my life I thougth he’s right.

With that, I began laughing at myself. We laughed a total of fifteen minutes. I then told him about my planned revenge the following day.

“Want to watch?” I asked Andrew.

“I’d like too, but I’ve got to take care of things tomorrow afternoon.” Andrew replied.

“Too bad. You’re going to miss the fun!” I said.

Was I able to take my revenge on Angela? Read the next part and find out!

Nice story Tom! I admit I really enjoyed reading it. Although I do have to agree with the guy who said your stories are too long in their design. I think condensing paragraphs could go a long way.

And Lisa, I'm still eagerly awaiting the rest of your story! And Tom, I noticed your comment that you are too! I didn't know you were a fan! ;D

Hey, I'm a poet, and didn't know it.

Here's a short story to keep your critics happy.

Boy meets girl, boy ties up girl, girl gets free and takes revenge on boy.

The end.

I agree with CJ. Since you're writing is the most popular, they're jealous and want you to change, making your posts less good. Notice that your critics generally can't write a literate sentence nor spell on a 3rd grade level.

The only other stories as good are Janet's and Michael's, and they've disappeared.

The last time, Angela and I had a tie-up competition to see who was the better escape artist. I thought I would easily win against any girl in a tie-up competition. I thought, since Chester and Jay were terrible at knots at their first tie-up game, and they are boys, how much more if that person was a girl. That was my first tie-up game with Angela, and since she was a mere girl, I thought I would have an easy victory. Angela proved me wrong. In fact, she kept me tied up so long that I didn’t have time for my turn that day. So her trussing up would have to wait the next day.

My experience with my friend’s sister and my sister’s friend is my first time I was tied up by a girl. The fact that I totally miscalculated her knotting abilities added to make it truly memorable. I now know better than to make boasts based on unproved premises. I would not anymore underestimate the knotting ability of a girl, although my brother seems not to have changed his attitude toward girls even after I told him about the story.

Wednesday was not a busy day. I began to think that most of the schoolwork of the week was squeezed on Monday. I felt relieved that I won’t have to work as hard as I’ve worked in the past weeks. So that Wednesday was one of the most pleasant schooldays in that spring. Frank and Donald had forgiven me, I received a string of A’s and we were dismissed early because of a school function. But what really made that day pleasant is the anticipation of what I might do to Angela that afternoon. I considered many ways of tying her up, but just settled to tying her in an ordinary way.

I invited Frank and Donald to watch the event. Both declined the offer. They said they have to do something. I then asked David, Chester and Jay. All declined to join me. They said they had some important things to do that afternoon. So I was left with Angela’s little brother Henry.

Henry and I immediately went to Henry’s house. When we arrived, Henry and Angela’s Mom greeted us.

“Hi Henry. Hi Tom.” Mrs. Dale said.

We discovered that Angela was not yet home. So we spent the time while waiting preparing the ropes, tapes, cloth, and other materials I would need. When we were done we just watched TV to wait for Angela to come home. Mrs. Dale noticed all the rope and stuff we were going to use.

“What’s all these ropes for, boys?” she asked.

“We’re going to tie up Angela!” Henry proudly said.

“Okay, just make sure you don’t hurt her.” Mrs. Dale said.

“We won’t, Mrs. Dale. We won’t.” I answered. To Mrs. Dale, like my parents and Uncle and Aunt, tie-up games are just childhood fun.

We spent the rest of the afternoon while waiting watching TV and eating some of the snacks offered by Angela’s mother. We also chatted.

Angela arrived at about four-thirty in the afternoon. With her is her best friend- my sister Betty. Henry and I stood at the door and greeted them, with ropes and cloth in my hand. Angela and Betty were amazed at seeing me at the door. She never expected me to be at her home this early.

“Not that!” she said as she saw the ropes and cloth in my hand.

“Remember, you owe me!” I responded

“Well, you can’t tie me up because Mom-”, She said.

“You’re Mom said that’s it’s A-okay.” I cut her off.

She went on calling her Mom about it but she gave her a stern rebuke.

“Look, if Tom let you tie him up, it’s only fair that you let him tie you up. Besides, you had a deal, haven’t you?” Mrs. Dale said.

“Yes Mom! Well, let’s get started. I’ll just go up and change.” She then went to her room.

“Are you going to tie-up Angela, Tom?” Betty asked.

“Don’t you know what happened yesterday?”

“Well, no. What did happen?” my sister asked.

I told her about the entire event the previous day. I of course, omitted the homework part, but pretty much told everything else. I was surprised that Angela hadn’t told her best friend what had transpired, especially since Angela got the most out of it.

By the time I had finished the tale, Angela returned from her room. She was wearing jeans and pink sleeveless shirt.

“You’re really in for it Angela! Tom’s really good at knots.” Betty told Angela.

“I could escape anything he can tie me up with!” was her response.

“We’ll see who’s gonna escape what!” I replied.

“Hey fellas, stop talking and start tying. I really am getting board listening to all your chatter!” Henry remarked.

“Okay, let’s get it over with!” Angela said and then presented her hand in front for me to tie.

“No! Turn around and put your arms behind you back.” I ordered her.

She complied. I decided that I would use torn cloth instead of rope for her wrists and ankles. I took a long piece of linen strip from Henry and began wrapping her wrists with it. I soon knotted it off. I took another long piece of linen strip and tied her crossed ankles with it. I took another and tied her knees with it.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“No! You finished?” Angela asked.

“Nope!” I replied. Henry just readied the ropes I would use. Betty just watched the tying-up process.

“Are you going to hog-tie her?” Betty asked.

“Nope. This is her first time. I wouldn’t want to hurt her, would I?” I responded.

“What’s a hog-mmmmmppphhhh?!” Angela apparently didn’t know what a hog-tie is, or if she does, did not know that it was called a hog-tie. Apparently, she never finished the question and I never answered her. I just shoved in her mouth a clean handkerchief while she was asking the question. And by this time, the warm cheery expression that accompanied her before I tied her up was replaced by a worried expression. She knew of course, that nothing of harm would come to her. She was just concerned that the more materials I used on her, the less chance of escape she would have. And given my experience with Andrew and the others of tie-ups, I would say she was stuck, and I had won this round.

“Don’t spit it out, otherwise I would just shove it back into your mouth.” I told Angela.

I then took a cut piece of duct tape (Henry had made himself useful by preparing the needed materials) from Henry and sealed her mouth with it. I took another piece of rope from Henry and tied it around her waist. I am not sure whether or not she could slip her hands underneath her so as to place her hands in front, but I would not take any chances. I tied the ends of the waist-rope at the wrists, making sure the knots are out of reach of her fingers.

Betty seemed amused at seeing her best friend’s predicament. She herself, being eight years old, had never been tied-up before. Betty, of course, had become involved in some of our games, but she did not see anybody in the process of being tied-up herself. What she saw was already tied-up boys, and the only thing she did was untie one of them. So, she was quite quiet at the first few moments, preferring to observe, rather than talk. And that suited me just fine.

I then hopped her to a wooden chair with armrests on it. I sat her on it, making sure she was comfortable leaning against the back of the chair. I took a long piece of rope and wrapped it around her and the back of the chair. I knotted it as often as I could to make it more secure. When I was done, she was firmly secured to the chair.

I then took a rope, tied one end of it to her bound ankles, and tied the other end of the rope to the back of the chair, making it impossible for her to touch the ground using her feet, thus making it impossible for her to drag the chair using her feet.

I stepped back and admired my work. Right in front of Henry, Betty and me is a bound and gagged Angela, helpless and unable to get out without help.

“Get out of that!” I then told her.

She began to furiously struggle. She squirmed, tugged, tried as much movement as possible, but could not in any way, free herself from her restraints. Yet as obvious as the fact is, she continued the futile exercise, trying to prove that she was better than me. She failed miserably. We just watched. Betty and Henry tried to tickle her, but I restrained them, saying that we would all tickle her after one hour. They then stopped their attempts.

We then went to the kitchen where we ate some snacks and drinks prepared by Angela and Henry’s Mom. We also chatted about just about everything. She also asked questions about her daughter.

“How long do you plan to keep her tied up, Tom?” Mrs. Dale said.

“About a little over an hour. That’s the same time as she kept me tied up yesterday!” I answered.

“Is she as comfortable as she could be?” Mrs. Dale asked.

“She’s very comfortable.” Betty replied.

She then went to the living room to examine her daughter. Henry, Betty and I just remained in the kitchen and continued munching the snacks and drinks. Mrs. Dale returned a few minutes later and complemented us on the good job we did on her daughter.

“Too bad Angela’s gonna miss on all these snacks!” Henry said.

“Well, we’ll just have to save some for her.” Angela’s mother asserted

“Maybe not. I have an idea.” I said. I then gestured Henry to follow me. We went to the living room and removed all the ropes restraining Angela to the chair. Henry and I then help her stand - we left her feet tied- and hopped her to the kitchen. Henry and I of course, made sure she didn’t fall or hurt herself while she was hopping. Angela’s mother apparently understood what we were trying to do and prepared a chair. Henry and I then sat Angela on that chair and use tied her to it. I then removed the gag.

“I’ll get you for this!” Angela said to me after her gag was removed.

“You can’t because you started this, but anyway, let’s eat!” I then took a sandwich and fed her. She chewed it and swallowed it, while the rest of us watched. Betty then gave helped her drink.

We then continued what we were doing and discussing before we placed Angela on the kitchen, with the exception of me feeding Angela snacks and Betty giving her drinks. Soon, I got board and Betty did all the feeding. Angela, for her part, acted as if this was not so unusual, and chatted to Betty and her mother about non-tie-up related things when Betty is not feeding her. It’s as if she was not tied-up at all. Meanwhile, Henry and I finished our snacks, while the girls finished theirs. We let the girls chat for a while, about 10 minutes after the snack, before I would pull Angela back to reality.

Henry and I then helped Mrs. Dale clean up the kitchen, while Betty and Angela continued their chatter. After helping Mrs. Dale, I then sneaked up behind Angela, Betty of course seeing all these but she just ignored me, then suddenly shoved a clean handkerchief up Angela’s mouth.

“Betty, don’t you know that mmmmpppphhhh!” She was completely surprised. Betty for her part just continued this one-way conversation as if nothing had happened. I clamped my hand over her mouth so that she would not be able spit the handkerchief out, while Henry prepared the duct tape. I took the cut piece of duct tape, removed my hand from her mouth, and before she could spit out the hankie, sealed her mouth with the tape. Betty just pretended not to notice what happened and continued to talk, ignoring the mmmppphhhhhssss of her best friend.

It was already forty-five minutes since I tied her up, and I was determined to make the most of the remaining time. I remove the ropes lashing her to the chair in the kitchen. Betty, Henry and I then helped Angela to her feet, where we hopped her back to the living room. But instead of tying her to the chair as I originally intended, I sat her on the same sofa I was leashed to, and took a rope, tied one end of it to her feet, and tied the other end to the feet of the bed.

I then began to relentlessly tease her, and Henry and Betty later joined in. Angela apparently responded good-naturedly upon the teases, laughing in her gag, trying to talk through it, although it came out as mmmmmppphhhhhssss. We teased her about it, saying things like, “Say that again, I didn’t quite get what mmmppphhhh means!” or things like that. I then began to scare her of the impending tickle torture. I told her that I would tickle her non-stop, and Betty and Henry also would join. I told her that I would tickle her until she cried. I could see from her face and eyes that her expression changed from cheery to angry to gloomy. She was apparently terrified of the tickle torture. We continued to scare her until the one-hour mark.

With the one-hour mark, I removed her shoes and socks and asked the question.

“Are you ticklish?” I asked.

Angela nervously shook her head, and I could see from her expression and her eyes that my scare tactics had worked.

“Let’s see!” I said and slightly stroked her bare feet. It instantly made Angela shake and wiggle. Henry, Betty and I then ganged up on Angela, tickling her feet, stomach, sides and ribs. She squirmed, wiggled, struggled, all of which did nothing to relieve her. She laughed and laughed and laughed and screamed and screamed and shouted and shouted but it all came out as mmmppphhhsss. We continued this for ten minutes. I, however, gave her breaks so she can recover.

After the 10 minutes, it was apparent that she had exhausted herself laughing. There were no tears, however, just heavy breathing. Henry and I then untied her. The first thing she said after being untied is that being tied up is fun, as long as you trust the one doing the tying.

“That does not mean that I won’t get you back for this, Tom!” Angela said.

“No you won’t. You had your turn yesterday.” I replied.

Angela apparently ignored me and went straight to her room. She came back and gave me five dollars.

Betty and I remained in Henry and Angela’s home until about six. We spent the rest of our visit watching TV and chatting about the game with Mrs. Dale.

“Remember our deal!” Angela said to me when Betty and I are ready to leave.

I just said, “sure” and Betty and I went home. “What deal?” Betty was constantly asking me, “Nothing!” was my reply. I spent the rest of the night doing homework for Betty and John.

I told Andrew what happened after finishing all those homework. He was amused by my tale, and apparently told me that he wished he were present.

I had enjoyed the tie-up games I had so far with Angela. And every indication tells me that Angela also enjoyed our tie-up games.

It was not the last tie-up game we played with Angela that week. What happened next, and who of my old friends got drawn into the Angela games? Read the next part and find out!

My stories are long because in my judgement, if I am to write a story, I would like it to be the product of my best effort. I have been reading most of the archives since 1998, and I'd admit that I especially enjoy long stories. I also enjoy short stories, they are straight to the point, and you immediately get the picture. However, the reason I enjoyed the long stories because it contains suspence, excitement and the thrilling anticipation on how a story would end.

I have many, many tie-up experieces when I was young, and I have been tempted to write earlier. I decided to read the archives first, so that I would know what stories I will enjoy and whose writing format I will use. I read the archives, literally from the very beginning to almost the present, and I enjoy the long stories best. So it would be hypocritical of me to say I enjoy long stories and write short ones. Don't get me wrong. I really enjoy short stories, but I especially enjoyed long stories best.

I am not a writer. I wrote my stories because this is the appropriate forum and it would be selfish on my part not to share them. And it would be selfish on my part if I omitted many details of my stories and make it dull. Many details, in fact most of them, I can tell even though it happened thirty-six years ago, because of my diary. I literally record every detail of my life in it. And because these details require that I make my stories long, I made them long.

I would continue to write my stories in my usual format- long and detailed. I cannot make it shorter because in my view, it would as if they were not written with the best of my abilities. Yes, I get a nagging feeling in me if I felt I didn't do my best. So, goodbye. I hope this explains everything.

Mucho Kudos

Malcolm was sat in front of the TV watching a typical Saturday afternoon children’s movie-of-the-week. It was some sort of a swashbuckling adventure where the hero always saved the day and rescued the damsel in distress. I fondly remember enjoying those type of movies when I was a bit younger, and found myself yearning for those simpler times. Satisfied that he was occupied for the time being, I reluctantly sat down and started into my homework textbooks. Biology. The anatomy of a frog. Could anything be more pointless or revolting? What possible use could a young, would-be career girl have for this sort of stuff?

After what seemed like an eternity, I was pulled out of my boredom with the realization that Malcolm was stood beside me. “Are we going to play any games tonight, Lisa?”

I guess there was nothing else of interest on the TV. “Sure thing, fella, what games would you like to play?” He had a bunch of board games up in his room, such as checkers, scrabble, and Monopoly. When he got bored watching TV, we often spent hours playing these games together. Although I found that they could be tedious after awhile, he did enjoy them, and it kept him busy.

“Let’s go upstairs and pick one out.” He took me by the hand and pulled me after him. We went upstairs to his room where he had the games. Like most young boys, his bedroom was a prime example of a disaster area. Clothes strewn of the floor, comic books scattered around. A bomb might as well have gone off.

Malcolm got down and reached under his bed. He pulled out a cardboard box that had the games inside. Reaching into the box, the first game he pulled out was checkers. As he sat on the edge of the bed and put the pieces into position, I sat down opposite him and idly gazed around his room. There were some posters on the wall depicting popular science fiction movies. A bat and baseball glove was propped in the corner. My attention was drawn to the stack of comic books on the floor. I reached down and picked on up. It was some superhero adventure comic where the heroine was tied up and awaiting rescue by the hero. Typical comic book fare. I found myself wondering what it would be like to be the damsel in distress and await my hero to come to the rescue.

“Red or black?” Malcolm had finished setting up the board, and I realized he was asking which side I wanted to play. He noticed me holding the comic book. “That’s one of my favorites,” he continued. “I really like the ones where the girl is captured!”

I smiled at his innocent comments. “Either one,” I replied, referring to the board, “but I guess red is okay.”

“Okay, then, I’ll be black,” Malcolm replied, stating the obvious. Bless his heart.

We played a total of three games, two of which I lost. After that, we had a round of scrabble. After awhile, Malcolm began to tire of being still and playing board games, and started to fidget. “Do you want to play something else?” I asked. “Maybe just watch some TV?”

“Nah,” he replied, “there’s nothing any good on TV. I checked the guide. I thought that maybe we could go outside into my tree house and read some comics?”

“Well, no I don’t think so.” I fiddled with the hem of my dress. “I’m not really dressed for going into the tree house today. Sorry.”

Malcolm looked disappointed, then brightened. “Maybe we could play another game, instead. How about cops and robbers? That would really be fun!”

That sounded a lot better than climbing up into mosquito-infested tree house. “Well, that sounds okay, I guess. How are we going to play?”

“I will be the robber who wants to steal something from you. I will sneak up on you and demand to know where the money is. When you refuse to tell me I will take you inside, and then look for it myself.”

It all sounded innocent enough. “Okay, so I’m the one who gets robbed. I got it. What happens if I try to escape, or scream for help? You can’t guard me and look for the loot at the same time.” Malcolm could be so cute when he digressed into these fantasies, and I found myself going along with him.

“Don’t worry about that. Just do as I say.”

With that we went downstairs. Malcolm wanted to start the game in the backyard, so I slipped into my heels. We went outside. The shadows were much longer now. I hadn’t realized how much time had passed while we were playing games. The trees in the yard framed the sunset. I glanced up at the tree house. At least I wouldn’t be going up there this evening.

“Stay here,” Malcolm instructed. “Remember, you don’t know anything. Got it?”

“I got it,” I replied, smiling with amusement.

With that, he disappeared. I walked slowly around the patio, admiring the well-kept flowerbeds, and the neatly manicured lawn. It was nice to be outside in the late afternoon, with the gentle breeze causing the trees to murmur.

I was suddenly aware of something pressing against my back. “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot!” Malcolm had snuck up behind me and was holding a plastic toy gun. “Just be nice and quiet, and we’ll go inside.”

“Oh, please don’t shoot,” I pleaded, with mock seriousness. Bless him, he was so cute! Smiling, I started to turn around.

“Don’t move. Put your hands up where I can see them. We’re going inside.”

“Okay, okay!”

We went back inside the house. I walked with my hands up, and Malcolm kept the gun trained on me. He directed me to the living room. Malcolm pulled out one of the high-back wooden chairs from the dining room suite. It was only then that I noticed that he was carrying a small bag with something in it. He indicated the chair with the gun. “Sit down.”

Smiling, still with my hands up, I sat down on the chair. “So what are you going to do with me,” I asked. I was actually really beginning to enjoy this. It was fun getting involved in a young boy’s fantasy games.

“You can put your hands down now. I’m going to search for the loot, unless you’ll tell me where it is.”

“I’m not saying!” I replied playfully, trying not to laugh. I didn’t want to disappoint him.

He smiled. “I knew you’d say that. I’ll have to make sure that you don’t run away or call for help while I’m gone.” With that he reached into the bag and pulled out several long lengths of nylon rope. He started to uncoil one of them, stepping toward me.

My eyes opened wide with astonishment. “You’re going to tie me up?!” I hadn’t seen this coming. I knew that young children often played tie-up games, but I had never participated in them myself at that age. I had preferred games like house and playing with dolls, and had never been tied up before.

“Just put your hands behind your back. You need to be tied up while I search the house.”

With that I gave in. After all, it was his game. And in any case, how well could a young boy tie me up? He probably had trouble tying his own shoelaces. Three minutes after he left me, I could probably work myself loose. After all, I was in pretty good shape, having worked out regularly. I placed my hands behind the chair back. Malcolm walked behind me and placed my hands palm to palm. I began to feel him securely tie my wrists together.

Just one question - how old were you two at this time? It would help the backdrop of the story a little to know this. Thanks.

Can't wait for the rest!

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Speaking of Richard, it must be time for another story, surely? (Not-very-subtle hint to Richard, if he's reading) :-)

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I feel I should tell of one of my few experiences of bondage while I have been babysitting. Firstly, I have 2 sisters (Leeanne and Jade) and my mum works full time as a receptioist. My mum works from 9-5, Monday to Friday and Me and my 2 sisters are at school, so normally we're home at about 3:30.
This hour and a half when my mum isnt in, im supposed to make sure my 2 sisters behave and do what theyre told, which is where my story starts.
About 5 or 6 months ago I got home at about 3:00 from secondary school (May I point out that i was 17 at the time and Im 18 now) and my youngest sister (who was 12 at the time) returned home from Primary. She said that Leeanne was at an afterschool club and wouldnt be back till about 5:30.
Of course, I thought nothing of this.

We were sitting watching the TV but there wasnt really much on. Jade, who was still wearing her school clothes (short black shirt, white knee length socks and white shirt and tie) said that she was bored and 'she hated school'. Being the older brother i felt inclined to ask why she hated school, being the younger sister she simply said 'there was nothin' interestin for her to do'. She said she wanted to play more games at school like 'tig', 'skipping' and 'Cops and Robbers'.

The last game caught my attention. Being into bondage but never experienced tying someone up i suddenly realised there was a chance, if not sexual, but at least a chance to do just that.

I suggested we play one of those games right now if she was really that bored. She thoght that was a great idea since she was so bored. We laughed at the thought of tig with just the two of us, and skipping didnt really seem the right sort of game at the time. So we decided we were to play a game of cops and robbers (to my joy):)

At first she wanted to be the cop and I was to be the robber, but as appealing as submissive sounds, i decided agianst this and exerted my 'older brother authority' to be the cop :)
She set the scene by saying that she was breaking into the house but she didnt realise that there was a cop waiting for her inside. (I know its a bad storyline but it was her idea so i went along with it lol :) She said that I was to let her see me, then was allowed to run away and hide and when i found her i was to arrest her before she was able to run away and hide again. I said that I had nothing to 'arrest' her with and suggested we find things to use. so for 5 minutes we were searching the whole house for ropes or just anything for our game.

Unknown to her i had lots of ropes underneath my bed because i was already into bondage. but i couldnt let her know this and pretended i found them around the house ;)
In all we had 5 three metre white ropes, a very long plastic blue clothes line, her school tie, a pair of toy handcuffs she'd had for years (safety escape), and an assortment of scarves she'd raked out from somewhere.

So the game began at about 4:10 and Jade hid behind the livingroom door and when outside took off her shoes and crept into the livingroom on her tip-toes trying to look innocent and quiet while pretending to look for something to steal. I was hiding behind the door (she knew this) and in my most authorative voice said 'Hello, Hello, and what are we up to'. Trying to look shocked and surprised she gasped with her hand up to her mouth, and said 'nothing' (giggling lots though :) She then ran out of the living room laughing and, as planned hid somewhere in the house. I was supposed to give her a minute, but I got excited and only gave her about 7 seconds LOL.

As she was giggling I could hear her and knew exactly where she was, but I decided to play along and pretend I didnt know where she was before I 'caught' her. She had predictably hid under her bed and when I caught her I said 'come out from under there young lady' but not wanting to be caught she simply said 'no, you cheated' you didnt give me long enough' (still laughing though). So I said id have to bring her out from under there myself and took hold of her ankle and tried to pull her out, but she wouldnt budge so i had to pull her out by both ankles. When she finally came out from under there we were both laughing. her skirt had managed to upturn and I could see her underpants. Being my sister though I thought nothing of this and was laughing too much too really notice anyway.

I grabbed her arms and tried to put them behind her back but she struggled a bit so i threw her onto her bed and said 'youre under arrest young lady' and playing along she said 'but ive done nothing wrong' and then laughed lots because to her this was hilarious. I told her to put her hands behind her back but she stubbornly said 'no'. so with the handcuffs in my hands i grabbed her left wrist and secured it tihgtly, then I tried to handcuff her second wrist but she resisted.
May I add that for a skinny 12 year old compared to a 17 year old she had a lot of strength in her and managed to evade being handcuffed for about a minute while we wrestled around.
Evntually after I had wrapped my legs around her legs and used my elbow to pin her back down i secured the handcuffs on her wrists. at this point she said 'you got me' and then said 'that was a good game'.

But the game was only just starting I told her and when I said this she smiled and remembered all the ropes we had in the living room. I said youre coming with me young lady and led her through to the living room where all the ropes were.

It was only at this point that I noticed her skirt had came off and her shirt was all opened at the front from when we were wrestling on the bed. I ordered her to lie on her stomach so she got down on her knees but since she was handcuffed she needed my help to get down fully. We hadnt discussed how she would be tied up so I just gagged her with her tie before she could say anything. I took one of the white ropes and removed the handcuffs (since they were easy to escape from) and began to tie her wrists with the rope. Thankfully there was no struggle this time. I crossed her wrists over and wrapped the rope around them about 5 or 6 times then over her wrists a couple of times and tied a knot. there was plenty of rope left after this so i just continued tying her wrists like this till there was none left. She tried to look over her shoulder and she must have caught a glimpse of what id done because she sighed and said somehting to the effect of 'Oh No'. I said that she wasnt allowed to see since she was a prisoner and used one of the scarves to blindfold her. I then took another rope and tied her elbows togther (not too tightly though) and then encircled the rope around her body and over her shoulders. she began to laugh at this and said something to the effect of 'you can see my boobies'. This i found funny as well so I laughed with her. I lay her on her stomach again and took hold of one of her ankles and said 'I wonder of she's tickly' she screamed and squirmed and chouted 'No' and began laughing and begging me not to tickle her. I said that if she didnt stop squirming around I would tickle her but she didnt stop because I think she could tell i was going to anyway. I tickled her feet through her socks and worked my way up her leg. she was still lying on her stomach and was writhing around while laughing in hysterics. when i started to tickle her thighs she was almost passing out with laughter and the both of us found this hilarious. she squirmed away but i pulled her back by her ankles and lodged her legs around my stomach and tickled her thighs even more.

By now the whole idea behind the cops and robbers game was gone and i was simply torturing Jade into hysterics :) lol

I decided she was moving around too much and took both her ankles and crossed them over. I held her small ankles toether with one hand and reached over for some more of the white rope. As i begun to tie her feet together she was groanig a lot and was trying to escape from her tied wrists but she just kept on sighing and giggling every time she failed. While she was doing this I tied her ankles together quite tightly and encircled the rope around and over her feet about 10 times. I tied the rope round her feet and the soles of her feet and while i was tying het feet up i was tickling them as well and she just couldnt stop laughing. When I finished she tested these ropes by wriggling her feet and trying to pull one foot through but to no avail. I took the long clothes line and began to tie her knees with it. I had to move her onto her back for this so I could raise her legs in the air. There was lots of clothes line so I tied it round her thighs and had to pass the rope through her legs and thighs lots of times to make sure it was tight. I moved her onto her stomavch when i was satisfied her legs were tied tightly enough and tied the remaining length of clothes line to her wrists. I then took one of the many scarves and tied this round her ankles and then used the rest and tied this round her wrists leaving her in a tight hogtie.

She struggled for a couple seconds then just gave up and sighed and laughed.

I said that she had to learn her lesson and since it was half past four she had 30 minutes to escape. She wasnt too pleased at this and screamed through her gag 'no, untie me NOW' but i told her that prisoners never get what they want unless they ask nicely. She then said 'please' as nicely as she could through her gag. but i said that was no good and it was part of the game to escape anyway.

She conceded to this and spent the next 20 minutes rolling around on the floor while I watched TV (or at least that what I told her I was watching ;) But she didnt escape and was constantly sighing and repeating the words 'You did it too TIGHT' whenever her attempts came to no avail.

I untied her at about 4:50 before mum came in and she said that she didnt like trying to escape but everything else was fun. She said that the next time she wanted to be the cop and i was to be the robber and eventually she did become the cop, but thats another story.

When mum came back from work we just acted as if nothing had happened and we hid all the ropes under her bed.
The next day Leeanne came back from school and said she wanted to play cops and robbers since it sounded like so much fun. (anything one sister does the other always gets jealous and wants to do as well). so (to my delight) the three of us played C&Rs togther and had lots of fun, but , yet again, thats another story ;)

I hope you enjoyed reading my wee story as much as ive enjoyed writing it. Id be glad to hear from any comments from any1.

David

To Lisa,

Finish your story. It's great!! And one other point. Never underestimate the knotting abilities of anyone, especially kids, like I did with Angela. On the other hand, don't overestimate their abilities, like I did with Chet and Jay on their first encounter. I got into a lot of trouble by doing so, and suffered(or enjoyed)as a result. Great story.

To David,

Tell the rest of your stories. I like reading them.

So much great stories! And now, it's time for me to share two more!

“Curiosity Kills the Cat!”

Last time, I returned to Angela and Henry’s home to finish the game we started the previous day. I surprised Angela by coming to her home earlier than she, and I, with Angela’s Mom’s permission, tied her to chair in the living room. I later hopped her to the chair in the kitchen, tied her to it, undid her gag, and fed her so that she wouldn’t be left out on our snack. After the snack, however, I re-gagged her and hopped her to the same sofa I was tied to before. Henry, Betty and I then teased her, before tickling her for ten minutes with breaks. We then released her, and she gave me five dollars.

The Thursday after the last game was the third day in a row with not much grueling schoolwork. I was right. Most of the week’s schoolwork was squeezed on Monday. So I was able to relax that Thursday. To make the day better, we were dismissed early because of another school function.

Normally, I would walk home with my brother Andrew, my cousin Donald and my friends David, Frank, Chester, Henry and Jay. But all but Frank seems to have more work to do than me that day, so they were not able to go home with me. So only Frank and Henry would walk home with me.

Henry then invited Frank and me to his home. Since his house is the nearest to school, we agreed to drop by before continuing on to our homes. I did not expect any tie-up games that afternoon, but if I learned anything about tie-up games, it is that what you don’t expect is usually what happens.

When we arrived at Henry’s home, there was no one home. Mrs. Dale has gone out and won’t be back until six, and Angela hasn’t arrived yet. So we had the house all to ourselves. We watched TV, played monopoly, chess and other board games, read Henry’s comic books, went outside and played various rough activities. After that, we rested on the front porch.

It was about four that Angela with Betty arrived. Henry, Frank and I ignored them and we just sat on the front porch, telling stories. I in particular told of what happened with Angela and me, with Henry adding a detail or two. The next thing that happened completely surprised us.

I just completed my story, and there was an “I don’t believe it” look on Frank’s face. Then suddenly, Angela, with a piece of rope in her hands, and Betty approached us. Frank and I continued to ignore them, while Henry attention was diverted to her. She stood in front of us, and just to annoy them, we pretended not to notice them.

“Frank, are you going to stand up and put your hands behind you or do Betty and I have to force you to do it?!” Angela said.
We were speechless. It was, for Angela’s part, very bold and unexpected. We just stared at her for a few seconds. Angela snapped us out of it. By this time, Henry was nowhere to be seen. He had completely disappeared.

“Well?” she asked.

We could have just laughed at her and ignore her threat and that would be the end of it. There was no way that Angela and Betty could overpower us. Or we could just turn the tables on them and give them a taste of their own medicine. But, our curiosity on what Angela and Betty was up to led us to go along with the girls had in mind. Besides, Frank has that “girls can’t tie boys!” attitude.

Frank stood up, and put his hands behind him, crossing his wrists, palms out. I guess Frank have no idea on how good Angela was with knots, because he acted as if this was no big deal. Angela began wrapping the ropes around Frank’s wrists. She wound it horizontally then vertically, cinching it and making sure Frank’s fingers couldn’t reach the knots. Frank just stood quietly, occasionally asking a question or two or making some comments.

Angela took a rope from Betty and began wrapping it around Frank’s waist. I guess she learned a lot from the way I tied her up the last time. She tied the ends of the ropes at the wrists, again making sure that the knots are unreachable.

“I could easily get out of these!” Frank boasted.

“We’ll see about that!” Betty replied.

“What are you sitting there for? Come on here and put your hands behind your back!” Angela said to me after finishing with Frank.

Again, even with Frank now immobilized, I could still have resisted. But my curiosity overcome any doubts or misgivings about this, so I stood up, and did as I was told. Angela took a torn piece of cloth from Betty and wrapped it around my wrists. The cloth is as effective as the rope, and when I tested it, it held.

“I told you I’d get you back!” Angela triumphantly said.

“Hey, what did I do?” Frank complained when he heard Angela.

“Consider yourself an innocent bystander!” Angela replied.

“Wait a mmmmmmppphhhh!” Angela took another piece of cloth and shoved it into Frank’s mouth while he was talking. Angela then took a bandana and cleaved-gagged Frank to hold the cloth in his mouth. She then turned her attention back at me.

“Look, our deal was that Immmmppphhhh!” Angela interrupted me as I tried to explain our previous agreement when she shoved a sock into my mouth. She then duct taped my mouth to prevent my spitting it out.

So that was it. This little game of hers was revenge for the way I treated her yesterday. And since Frank happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, he too was tied up. As for Henry, he completely disappeared. Well, I know that there was no reason for her revenge, that the treatment she got was what she deserved for the treatment I got last Tuesday. I could not explain to her the details, however, for the simple reason that I was gagged at the time. If I knew this was the true reason, I wouldn’t have let her tie me up. It would be unfair for my part. But since I initially didn’t know the true nature of this game, and my curiosity at what she planned for us overcoming any doubts, I let her tie me up. As for Frank, it was curiosity and the attitude “girls can’t tie up boys!” that let her tie him up. Well, now that we were bound and gagged, there was nothing we could do about it. As they say, “curiosity killed the cat!” Still, I wanted to know what plans she had for us.

Angela took from Betty another piece of rope, and tied it to my waist and wrists similar to the way Frank was tied up. Betty and Angela then marched Frank and me toward the house and we went in. We came in through the front door, walked through the living room and down the basement.

“Watch Tom!” Angela said to Betty, and with that, led Frank to the pole in the middle of the basement. There, Angela tied Frank to the pole by securing his ankles, shin, knees, thighs, waist, upper body and shoulders using rope to the post. By the time she was over, Frank couldn’t move an inch away from the pole. All he could do is flex his fingers, shake his head, and mmppphhhh a lot.

“Now it’s your turn!” Angela told me. She led me to a foldout bed and made me lie on it on my stomach. She then removed my shoes and socks, crossed my ankles, took a long piece of torn cloth, and tied my ankles. She then took another piece of rope, tied one end of it to my wrists, again making sure that the knots are out of reach of my fingers, and tied the other end to my ankles, hog-tying me.

“Now, don’t go anywhere!” she said. Angela and Betty then left the basement, leaving Frank and I bound and gagged.

As soon as they disappeared, I immediately began to struggle. The ropes were tight and snug, however, and I could find no slack. I tried looking for the knots, but I could not find any. I considered moving, but dropped the idea when I realized what a hard crash it would be if I fell to the floor hog-tied, and it would do no good to Frank and me.

I looked at Frank, and he still struggling. He apparently was trying his best to prove that girls can’t tie boys, but by all counts, he miserably failed. After twenty minutes of struggling, he gave up, defeated.

We now settled into waiting for Angela and Betty to free us. We don’t know how long they plan to keep us tied-up, so that added to the suspense and mystery surrounding what Betty and Angela planned for us. We waited for time to pass.

Soon, the door of the basement opened, and Henry sneaked in. I had expected it to be Angela or Betty, so it was a pleasant surprise that it was Henry.

“Guys, I’m going to help you, but don’t tell Angela. Tell them you got out on your own, okay?” Henry requested as soon as he got to me.

I nodded, and Henry undid the knots on the ropes hog-tying me. Soon, I was no longer in a hog-tie. Henry then untied my wrist.

“Okay, you can do the rest. I’ve got to go before I get caught. See ‘ya.” With that, Henry disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

I untied my ankles then removed my gag. I then proceeded to untie Frank. It took me only ten minutes to free him. Soon, we were completely free. We then plotted our counterattack.

Basically, our plan was simple. We would wait for them to return and attack. We would tie Angela up and tickle torture her, while we would just hold Betty, tickle her too, but would not tie her up.

We waited for the two to return. The wait was long. We spent the time preparing the materials we would need and doing more plotting. We then hid beside the door to surprise them.

After an hour, Betty and Angela returned to the basement. We then made our move. As soon as they stepped in, we grabbed them.

“Hey, what the heck mmmppphhh!” I hand-gagged my sister, cutting her off in mid-sentence, holding her tight.

“How did you mmmmppphhh?” Angela said. Frank clamped his hand over her mouth, and used his other arm to hold her tight.

Clearly, we achieved complete surprise. They were not expecting us to be able to free ourselves. They were so shocked in the first few minutes that they were not able to muster much resistance. And even if they were able to, it would not do them any good, since we were much more physically stronger than the two girls.

We dragged them down the basement stairs, both of them kicking and screaming. It did them no good. Once we reached the basement floor, they calmed down, Evidently, both of them realized the futility of such behavior. From their eyes, it was clear that the shock and anger in them had turned into (mock) fear. Perhaps, if they put on their best behavior, they might be spared to what Frank and I intended for them. However, there was nothing that could save them now from the revenge Frank and I intend for the girls.

“We could do this the easy way, or we could do this the hard way. Are you going to cooperate?” Frank asked the girls.

Both of them nodded.

“We are going to release you now. Now be good, or expect much worst!” I then said.

We released both of them from our grip.

“How did you escape?” Angela asked as soon as she was released from Frank’s hand-gag.

“Well, someone out there forgot to do their knotty homework! Now turn around and put your hands behind your back!” I ordered.

She did as I told her. I then duct-taped her crossed wrists behind her.

“How could that be? Those knots are mmmmmmpphhhh!” Angela replied. Apparently, she was interrupted by my shoving a clean-wadded handkerchief on her mouth. I then took a bandana and tightly cleaved-gagged her with it. I know you can remove such a gag if you know what you’re doing, but I want to know if she knew how to do it. So I used a cleave gag to prevent her from spitting out the handkerchief.

I then ordered her to lie on her stomach on the foldout bed - the same foldout bed I was hog-tied in. She did. I removed her shoes and socks. I then crossed her ankles and duct-taped it together. I then took a rope, tied one end of it to her ankles, the other to her wrists, hog-tying her.

“You’re turn!” I said to my sister, and Frank grabbed her.

“You can’t tie me. I’m not yet nine, and I‘ll tell Dad if you do. And then you’ll be in big trouble!” Betty shouted.

“Who said anything about tying you up!” I replied. With that, Frank clamped his hand over my sister’s mouth and she just mmmmppphhhhh.

I took off her shoes and socks. I then tickled her in the feet. She just went crazy. Betty is just as ticklish as his older brothers are (and still is). She squirmed, tried to resist the tickling, mmmppphhhhing a lot, but Frank was able to hold her. I then proceeded to her stomach, ribs and sides. I continued the torture for ten minutes, giving of course the usual 2-3 minute breaks. She was laughing and laughing and laughing and screaming and screaming and shouting. It came out as mmmpppphhhhhsss over Frank’s hand-gag. She was also very squirmy, trying to dodge my fingers. At the end of the tickle session, she was breathing heavily, trying to recover her breathe, begging for us to stop the tickling when Frank released his hand clamped over her mouth

“Stop, ha, ha, ha, please, stop!” Betty begged.

“Will you do everything we tell you?” I asked her.

“Ha, ha, ha, yes, ha, ha just no more ticking, yes!” she responded.

“Promise?”

“Ha, ha, I promise!”

With that, I told Frank to release her from his grip. Betty was apparently exhausted from all that tickling.

“Watch her!” I told Frank.

I then approached Angela, who has witnessed Betty’s tickle torture. I could see from her eyes that she was nervous about the impending tickle torture.

“Now, which spot is the most ticklish? Is it the feet, the tummy, or the sides? Let’s see!” I then began to tickle Angela. She went absolutely berserk. I tickled her for one minute, then stopped.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get as much as my sister when we return!” I said.

Frank, Betty and I then left the basement. We kept a close eye on Betty, for we do not want her to free her best friend.

“How long do you plan to keep her tied-up?” Betty asked.

“An hour.” I replied. With that, we went to the living room where we watched TV to pass the time. About that time, Henry entered the house through the front door.

“What happened?” Henry asked, pretending not to know what really happened.

“Well, Angela tricked us into letting her tie us up. She then marched us to the basement where I was tied up to the post and Tom hog-tied.” Frank said.

“Fortunately, Angela didn’t do a good tie-up job on Tom, so he was able to free himself! He then freed me, and we ambushed Angela and Betty and we tied Angela. Then we went to the living room to watch TV.” Frank finished.
The story was for Betty’s ears, for Frank, Henry and I knew what really happened. Henry just doesn’t want his sister to know his role in the game, and we didn’t trust Betty to keep her mouth shut.

We then watched TV. There are many instances during the hour in which Betty attempted to sneak away from us when we were not looking and try to free Angela. We caught her each time and gave her tickle torture as punishment.

Angela’s mother arrived about ten minutes after six. We greeted her and she greeted us.

“By the way, have you seen your sister?” Mrs. Dale asked Henry.

“She’s all tied up right now, in the basement.” Henry replied.

Mrs. Dale then went to the kitchen, where Frank, Betty, Henry and I helped Mrs. Dale. After that, she went to the basement, and when she returned, commented on the way her daughter was tied-up. We gave her assurances that she would eventually be untied.

It is about six-thirty that I decided to return to the basement. Of course, Frank, Betty and Henry followed. When we returned, Angela was pretty much the same as when we left her. She was still hog-tied, and sweating. Her gag was still in place, indicating that either she did not know how to remove such a gag, or she enjoyed having the gag on her mouth!

“Tickle time!” I announced.

When she heard the word tickle, she suddenly began to squirm and mmmmpppphhhh, trying in vain to get out of the ropes and avoid a fate worst death.

It did her no good. I started to tickle her feet, while Frank tickled her stomach and sides. Henry and Betty just watched.

Angela went absolutely crazy. She tried to avoid our fingers, but could not. She just squirmed, struggled, laughed, screamed under her gag, which came out as mmmppphhhs. We continued our tickling for ten minutes, giving her breaks to help her recover. When we stopped, Angela was on the verge of tears, breathing heavily and exhausted from being tied-up for an hour and being tickled.

Frank and I then released her, and she promised revenge.

“I’ll get you back for this!” she threatened.

“You started this!” Frank replied.

It was six-forty five. Betty and I decided it was time to go home. We wouldn’t want to miss the curfew, would we? Frank also decided its time to go home.

Angela told us that she had a great time, “But don’t expect me not to get you!” She said.

We arrived at our house before seven. I spent the rest of the night doing Betty and John’s homework. After doing all the homework, I told my brother what happened. He just burst out laughing.

“I couldn’t believe you’re so gullible. Being tricked once is one thing, being tricked twice in the same week it too much!” Andrew said while laughing.

“But I was curious. I want to know what she’s up to! So I went along.” I replied.

“Don’t you know that curiosity killed the cat?” Andrew replied.

That was the end of my games with Angela for the week. It wasn’t, however, the end of the tie-up games for that week. I still played a game the Friday after this last game. What kind of games did I play? Read the next part and find out!

Last time, Angela boldly told Frank and me to let her tie us up. We complied. Angela then explained that this was revenge for the game on Wednesday. She and Betty then marched us to the basement of their home, tied Frank to the pole, and hog-tied me to a foldout bed. We would not have gotten out if it were not for Henry, who sneaked in the basement and untied me. We then captured Betty and Angela. We hog-tied Angela and tickled Angela, while we just tickled Betty.

It is Friday, the last day of school in the week. I was wrong. Not all the schoolwork was squeezed on Monday. It was squeezed both on Monday and Friday. So Friday was one of the busiest days of school. Tons of papers, quizzes, homework, tests and other stuff that makes your head hurt when you think about it.

The school did not dismiss us early, and I have to attend some meetings and practices after school. So it was late, about six, when I finally went home. Andrew, Chester, Jay, David, Henry and Frank all went home early, so only my cousin Donald was able to walk home with me.

Frank was sleeping over at our house that Friday night. He had gone on ahead with Andrew and the others at our house. Meanwhile, Donald and I arrived at our house at around six-fifteen. Both of us immediately went to my room.

What we saw when we entered my room surprised us, but didn’t shock us. Frank was hog-tied at the right side of my bed, leashed to one of its legs. He was gagged with duct tape, and based on the sounds he was making, his mouth was stuffed. We certainly did not expect it, but we also were used to seeing somebody tied-up at this point in our many games. We had by this time, participated in so many games that spring that it did not seem odd that we find somebody tied-up in your room, especially if that somebody is your friend who also participated in most of the previous games.

As soon as we saw the hog-tied Frank, four boys grabbed us. My brother Andrew and his friend David attacked me, while the Adams’ twin Chester and Jay pounced on Donald. Donald and I fought back of course, but were overpowered two to one. I am soon lying on the floor on my stomach, with David firmly holding my hands behind my back and Andrew wrapping rope around my wrists. Andrew cinched the rope around my wrists, knotting it off where my fingers could not reach it. The ropes around my wrists were tight, snug and not painful. I tested it, and like all of Andrew’s knots, held.

I looked at Donald, and saw that he was already pinned to the floor by Chester and Jay. Chester taped his wrists with duct tape. Meanwhile, Andrew wrapped rope around my waist and tied it to my wrists, making sure I cannot slip my arms underneath me and put it out in front. David at the same time tied rope around my upper body, pinning my arms to my sides. Chester duct taped Donald’s upper body, while Jay tied the rope around Donald’s waist.

I was tired from all the day’s schoolwork and am not in the mood for a tie-up game. To back out now, however, would elicit teasing for being chicken and not able to take it. By our unwritten rules, you are expected to take whatever is thrown at you at any time and any place as long as it does not conflict with work, life and school. In other words, you can tie anybody that’s part of the game in his/her free time and at the same time, you must be willing to take it all. Backing out for no valid reason at all would elicit criticism, ridicule and teasing from the others. So I didn’t complain, even though I was mildly irritated.

“Not again!” was all I could say while I’m being tied-up.

“I’m surprised you’re not use to it yet! We’ve been tied up so many times this past weeks I’d be surprised if there isn’t any time either you tie up somebody or your tied up in a week.” Donald replied.

“Thomas, I don’t think I need to tell you what this is all about!” Andrew said to me after he and the others finished tying Donald and me up.

“No Andrew, you don’t. It’s the usual!” I responded.

“Yep, the usual.” My brother replied.

“We’ll get you for this!” Donald said.

David laughed. “The very same words!” And all of the four laughed.

They then untied Frank from his hog-tie and remove the bindings in his feet and legs. They then help us stand up. They then marched us out of my room towards Andrew’s room. They then laid Frank and Donald on the floor, on their stomachs while I was laid on Andrew’s bed, also on my stomach.

David then removed my shoes and socks, Chester removed Donald’s, while my brother removed Frank’s. David then shoved my own sock into my mouth. It was disgusting. Chester also gagged Donald using his own socks. We had to adjust our taste buds to the taste smelly socks. We were gagged with socks before, to be sure, but we often use clean socks. Only Frank was spared the treatment, maybe because he was caught first, and he had both he’s shoes and socks on when we found him bound and gagged.

Andrew and company laughed at the look on our faces after we got a taste of our own socks fresh from our feet. They teased us and made funny, sometimes corny jokes. We just groaned, hey, there’s not much you can do if your bound and gagged!

After laughing at us, they took long strips of cloth, crossed our ankles, and tied it. Andrew tied mine, Jay tied Frank’s and David tied Donald’s. They then hog-tied us, leashing Donald and Frank to the left and right sides of the bed, respectively, while I was not leashed, for I would not attempt to fall to the ground from my bed hog-tied.

They then stepped back and looked at their handiwork. They then laughed at us, and verbally tormented us. It was all play of course, but still irritating. Then they began their tickle offensive. They tickled us in the feet, sides, stomach, and ribs. As usual, I went absolutely berserk. I am extremely ticklish, and as a result, I laughed hysterically and acted like I’m mad. I squirmed and struggled, but the only result is I falling on my side. I laughed, and laughed, shouted through my gag, which when filtered come out as mmmppphhhh. My face became red from all that laughing. My stomach began to hurt from too much laughter. Fortunately, we were given 2-3 minute breaks. That allowed us to recover our breathe and hold back our tears. Even with the breaks, the tickling is torture. They continued, as usual, for a half hour, tickling us with 2-3 minute breaks. Frank and Donald probably gave the same reaction as I did.

After the half hour of tickling, they stopped. They looked at us, and laughed. I don’t blame them for laughing. My face is red, ready to for tears to come out, I’m breathing heavily, and the look on our faces would just make anyone laugh. Besides, I would have laughed if I were on their shoes.

“Don’t go anywhere?!” Chester then said. “We’ll be back after the usual half hour!”

They then left us in my brother’s room. I can hear the sound of the click of the key on the door of my brother’s room. That means that none of my little brothers or sisters - Barney, John, Betty or even my cousin Ben or my friend Henry - would be able to help us even if they wanted to. They had, in several instances in the past, have interfered in our games, untying whomever they want. Sometimes, they helped us, sometimes, they helped them. Since they are protected from retribution by my father’s rule regarding tie-up games, they can do whatever they want in these games. In none of the games where they intervened, however, was the door to the room we were tied-up in locked. So basically, we weren’t getting any outside help.

I tried to examine the room to find anything that might help us escape. In my hog-tied position, it is very difficult. I scanned the room, looking for anything. I looked at my brother’s study table, filled with paper, books, pencils, comics, but no knife or scissors that I was looking for. I tried the floor, which has scattered toys, a soccer ball and a football, books, papers, books, paper clips. Andrew’s room is so messy you couldn’t distinguish it from a disaster area. Yet I could find nothing that could help us.

I then tried the most ineffective way to get free. I struggled. I twisted, pulled back and forth, but the only thing it did is exhaust me. I know the futility of such struggling, but I held out the hope, that somehow, all that struggling would loosen the ropes and give me some slack to work on. Of course, Andrew’s knots were extremely competent, and it gave no slack. After struggling, I was covered with sweat, and nowhere near freeing my companions or me.

I tried to feel for the knots binding my wrists. Again, I was no more successful here than at struggling. The knots were out of reach of my fingers. I then tried to look at the progress of Frank and Donald. I then saw that they were nowhere nearer being free than I was. I then realized that I was really stuck, and the only thing we could do is to wait out the remaining time. It was now twenty minutes since they left us, and there are only ten minutes remaining.

It was obvious that we had lost the game. It is our third defeat in a row, and we had lost a total of nine times out of eleven games. Yep, we lost fair and square. I’m beginning to lose hope of ever evening out the odds. They had won nine, we had won two. They also escalated the game a bit. That means that the next games could be more vicious and disgusting than the previous, but what the heck!? It’s still fun, and I would still attempt to attack them, even though we might lose.

Andrew & company soon returned to find us just the way they left us, only more sweaty. They looked at us and laughed at us, and did some boasting.

“Looks like we won this round!” David shouted.

“Yep. As usual, we won.” Andrew lazily remarked. It seems to me that Andrew is so used to winning that to him, this was no big deal.

“You can never beat us!” Chester proclaimed.

“We will always come out on top, and you better give up, for nothing you can throw at us would ever beat us!” Jay added.

I smiled under my gag. Chester and Jay’s remarks were almost the same as David’s boasts during our fifth game (Spring 1966 - Sunday Morning Offensive) - the very game before we pulled off our first win. I would have boasted of that fact, however, I was still hog-tied and gagged, so I just groaned.

They soon untied all of us. We soon gave the usual congratulations for a good tie-up job, although I commented that their tactic is a bit old. They replied that it may be old, but it works. We then gave our usual promises of revenge. Revenge is what keep our games going, and it is almost required that the losing party swear revenge on the victors.

I spent the rest of that Friday night doing John’s and Betty’s homework. This is the last night I’m required to do his homework. Betty, however, I have to do until vacation.

Are we able to get our revenge? Or did they get us first. Read the next part and find out!

Leeanne (13) is a year older than Jade and the best way to describe her, as I found out, is 'power mad'. A couple days after me and jade had played C&Rs on our own, they both came home and insisted that we play together.

To begin with I couldnt really be bothered and told them 'another time', but they kept on moaning that there was nothing else to do and they had thought up lots of new rules and it would be fun. I eventually decided to play by making some ground rules.
1. I was the cop
2. they were the robbers and,
3. I was allowed control of the TV for the rest of the day;)

They both agreed to this and then ran to their room to get the ropes from under Jades bed. Leeanne (unknown to me) had a pair of handcuffs which were actually genuine and couldnt be escaped from without a key. I asked her where she got them and she said they were from a shop called 'Flip' in the Bridges near Edinburgh Uni. (I made a mental note of this in my head)

To be honest, I still wasnt too keen on playing at this point, but decided that there wasnt really much else i could be doing except watching TV.

They told me that they had some new rules and they were that someone cant go the cop twice in a row. The cop cant spend more than 4 minutes tying a single robber up, and no blindfold or gags were allowed. Reluctantly I agreed to the last one and the other rules. To start with they said that they would hide, which i thought was strange but went along with it anyway. They said that the first person to be caught would be arrested on the spot, with or without a struggle, then marched into the living room to be tied up within 4 minutes. And the same would apply for the second person to be caught. The first person to escape would then be the next 'cop'.
I asked them 'what if neither of you can escape'.
They said 'that wont happen' and began laughing between themselves.

They were both still in their school uniforms (black skirt, white shirt and white knee length socks) and took there shoes off so I wouldnt hear them as they tip-toed to their hiding place. This simple plan worked and after a minute I had no idea where they were. I took Leeannes handcuffs and crept around the house hoping they would make a telling noise, but they didnt.

I remember thinking that I had better find them before mum comes back, as it was 3:50 and she would be here in 1 hour 10 minutes. (sounds stupid, but I just couldnt seem to find them) eventually after searching the whole house, there was only one room left, my room!

When I walked in I could tell straight away that there was someone hiding in my bed and decided to creep up on whoever it was and tear my bedcover away. So I did this as quickly as i could but when I did, all i found was a pile of my clothes and then suddenly i felt my sisters pounce from behind me and pushed me onto my bed!

I have never got such a fright in my life and to this day I have no idea how they managed to outsmart me so nicely. My first thought was to take them both to the living room and tie them up to teach them the lesson of who's boss, but to my surprise the strength of both of them put together was incredibly overpowering. the three of us were wrestling around on my bed like a bunch of nutters and they were laughing at my struggles.

Somehow in all this struggling Leeanne had got hold of her handcuffs and to my amazement had secured my left wrist (far too tightly may I add) and was trying to guide my arms to my metal framed bed post while Jade held my legs and body down. I suddenly realised what was happening and really started to struggle against them both. Leeanne realised that I would overpower her so wrapped her lags around my face while sitting on my chest. Jade wrapped her legs around mine and was managing to keep a firm grip of my body. I must have relaxed for a split second because the next thing i feel is the handcuffs tightening round my right wrist and realising i was cuffed to the metal frame of my bed.

Leeanne turned to jade and said 'we got him'. they both got up and began laughing together. They then both turned to me and said that this time the robbers will win. they disappeared into the living room to get the ropes to my devestation i let them think. (secretly to my joy ;)

while they were gone i tested the cuffs and realised that, not only were they far too tight, they were inescapable! I could hear them laughing from the living room and was actually quite worried that they would leave me like this till mum came in. They came through to my room and through all the ropes onto the floor then said 'we want to set some rules of OUR own' so i listened while they giggled and explained!

They said that unless i lend my playstation to them for a week, give them unlimited access to the TV, and buy them £5 each worth of sweets, they would keep me like that till mum came in. At first I said something to the effect of 'NO WAY' but with a few more swearwords ;) It was mostly Leeannes idea, and eventually we agreed on everything because i honestly didnt want mum to come back and find me like that. (after all, i was supposed to be babysitting them!)

When we all agreed i told them to let me go but they said that they 'hadnt finished with me'. Leeanne took one of the white ropes and then took my right ankle and began tying the rope around it. Jade did the same to my right ankle. They both took the remaining length of rope and tied it to the edges of my bedposts, stretching my legs very far apart and hurting my hands which were very tightly cuffed in the process. I didnt complain about this though, because apart from the fact that they had outsmarted me and would get money and other luxuries at my expense, I was enjoying myself very much :)

Leeanne then took a scarve and began to blindfold me. I reminded her that blindfolding and gags were not allowed and she simply said, 'what are you goig to do about it'. and they both found this hilarious and laughed together for what seemed an eternity. Jade then used one of their ties to gag me, and before she gagged me she took my socks off and shoved them on my nouth before i could make any complaints. she then tied her tie EXTREMELY tightly round my head and mouth and at that point i was in a lot of discomfort.

It crossed my mind that to them this was a lot of fun, and if it had been any other person, they would feel as if they were being tortured from two evil bitched from hell! but i was actually enjoying myself (to my surprise) and knew that they were havijng a great laugh.

The next 5 minutes was spent on tickling my feet which at times was very unbearable as i was laughing lots and lots! Leeanne then placed the key to the handcuffs on my stomach and said that they would be back in 15 minutes to free me.
I tried to get the key, but my efforts came to nothing. I simply lay there for 15 minutes (thinking about my revenge)while Leeanne and Jade went through to the living room and watched TV. I could hear them laughing, presumably about what they did to me, and when they did come back to untie me, i realised it was 5:05. Luckily for me mum was 10 minutes late from work that day (thank god...!).

Just before mum came in I said i would get my revenge and with that, we all went through to the living room and had a laugh about what happened. I did get my revenge, but i will leave that for another time :)

David

Thanks for your one of the best stories. Thanks for joining.

Thanks for the comments ive recieved, this sites gr8.#
I dont have a lot of time on my computer right now, early morning tomorrow :( so i will try and send another story tomorrow if I have time.

David

i'd love to see the rest of yours david, and lisa too!

And I am, though I'd love for JCap to come back. But the recent burst of stories is great and reminds me of this site's best days. And of course I'm also waiting for Lisa to finish her story as well!

One day I came early to my girlfriend's house. She was at a soccer game and about 45 or so minutes later she came home, and I heard her take off her cleats with a loud thud, by the door. She walked downstairs and found me. When I saw her in her soccer socks I made the biggest grin. I have a sock fetish, and these socks were just great. Thick on the bottom, and they reached all the way up to the knees. They were the most beautiful white color you've ever seen. We got to talking and I told her that people who have great relationships have done somthing outgoing together. She said somthing about dancing as a suggestion, but I told her 'off the top of my head' (not) we try a bondage game. She didn't much like the idea, but I said, "You tie me up, and I'll tie you up." She said it was all right with her, if we do it quick, so I tied her up by having her place her wrists on her ankles, and wrap a rope arround them. Then I placed a bandana in her mouth, and blindfolded her with another. I told her I had to run upstairs for somthing, but I didn't. I thudded up the stairs, but I sat and watched her struggle. I watched her feet move within the cute soccer socks, and about 5 minutes later I "returned." I first undid the gag, kissed her, then the blindfold, then the ropes. She seemed to like our little game.

Next it was her turn to tie me up. She placed my hands behind my back duct taped them, then my feet, and she placed a strip over my mouth. No blindfold. It was very innocent. She didn't do much to me. I wanted to say "Is that the best you can do?" Soon her sister came home so she undid me.

Well that's the story. I do have another sock related bondage incident. Tell me if you are interested in hearing it!

~Chris

As for the Burglars page, it just disappeared one day. I don't know if it has a new home or not.

In my last story I told my girlfriend to be more outgoing. This is true, people who have good relationships become stronger when they do somthing strange (well it was either bondage or parachuting, bolth I wanted to do), I heard this on DateLine or something.

Any way, there was a girl I knew a long time ago. She was a good actress, and very beautiful, and I just have the gift of acting myself. I don't know why we didn't become boyfriend/girlfriend, we remained just friends. I met her one day when we were younger at an acting camp. And our friendship grew!

One say I called her up and asked her if she could do some lines with me in a play I was in. Ok, I had this in the works for a while. She was a shy girl, who contrasted my outgoing and bondage loving spirit). So I made a short scene of a mock play.

Earlier that day I noticed she was wearing the most beautiful socks. Her not being one to take off her shoes I had just the plan to remove 'em.

Later that day she arrived at the house, and I took her downstairs. I told her I had trouble with a few lines of the play where someone had to be tied up and rescued. And I played the hero and the villan since they never met face to face in that particular "scene." She didn't mind, nothing she didn't do before. I duct taped her down to a chair hands then feet. I began taping her ankles, where upon I removed her shoes. She went frantic! I guess she really didn't like having hre shoes removed.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed. I told her I simply wanted to tape her ankles down, but her shoes got in the way. Then I told her to relax and not be so tense. She still looked angry, but she knew I wouldn't do anything bad to her. I held one hand on each foot as I taped them.

Soon the play was underway. I stared at her socks a lot. And we kept re doing the "lines" for the next hour or so. She kept wanting me to scratch her nose, it was very cute. It was funny seeing her feet dangle as I taped them up a few inches off of the ground. She must have been really tense over me taking of her shoes in the begining, but she really loosened up a while later. But as soon as we were done she wanted her shoes.

Oh well, girls will be girls. Anyone else have some sock bondage stories. Another friend of mine reminded me of a bondage game we once played on her sister, there were socks. I try to accompany socks into most bondage games, the combination to me is amazing! Maybe one day I'll tell that story. Sorry the story is so lengthy. Hope you liked it!

~Chirs

Don't worry - your story is hardly what most of us would call "lengthy". If anything, it was a bit short. I enjoyed it.

On another note, where did Lisa go? This happens all the time - too many stories just don't get finished. Well, Lisa, if you're reading this, we're all waiting!

And Chris Crust, feel free to keep posting. Did any of your stories involve barefootedness? I take it that's not your thing. But, I'd like to see what other stories you've got to share.

During the last game on a Friday afternoon, Andrew, David, Chester and Jay ambushed Frank, then Donald and me in my own room. We were tied up, marched to my brother’s room, gagged with smelly socks fresh from our feet, and hog-tied. We were tickle-tortured for a half-hour with breaks, and then left for another half hour before they untied us. Thus, they won their ninth game.

After the game, I ate dinner and did Betty’s, John’s and my homework and Donald, who live next door, went home. Boy, I was loaded with so many homework that weekend, and since it is our habit to do all weekend homework on Friday, I stayed awake until eleven doing homework. I then wrote the events of the day in my diary, finally finishing at midnight. Frank, as you know, is sleeping over at our house that Friday night has less to do and slept earlier at my room using sleeping bags on the floor. So I was the only one awake when I finished all the work. I was glad that I’ve done it, however, because I would be free the rest of the weekend.

After finishing all the work, I changed into my pajamas and went to bed. I was very, very tired from all the day’s activities, from the long school hours to the meetings after school to the tie-up game I played to all the homework I did that night. I was exhausted, and planned to sleep like a bear. I decided that I would not wake-up at the usual seven AM, but would wake at eight, nine or even ten in the morning. All I want is to sleep, sleep and sleep.

I then drifted off to sleep, dreaming dreams, some pleasant, some not pleasant. I plan to wake not earlier than eight in the morning, but as things turn out, not all that your plans are carried out.

I was happily in dreamland, when a sensation pulled me out of it and back to reality. I then realized that someone is shaking me and I was partially awake. It was Andrew! I just groaned and tried to go back to sleep. I tried to wave him off, but when I tried to move my left hand, it stopped with a jerk behind my back. I then tried flexing my arms, but I cannot, for they are stuck. I then just gave up, and because of extreme drowsiness, just fell back to sleep. My brother shaking me again and hearing his voice soon awakened me.

“Wake up, sleepy head!” he said.

I then passed into a half-sleep state, too drowsy to be fully awake, yet cannot fall asleep because of my brother. I just permitted them to shake me, hoping they would tire and let me go back to sleep. Saying things like, “Go away! (yawn) I’m trying (yawn) to go to (yawn) sleep!”

“Looks like Tom can’t wake up.” I heard David’s voice say.

“We’ll see about that!” I heard Andrew’s voice. I was still in the state of half-sleep, and though I listened, I didn’t really care what they said or did, until -

Andrew stopped his shaking of me, and I drifted back to sleep, that is, until Andrew and David tickled me in the sides and feet for five minutes. I soon was wide-awake, laughing my head off, and squirming. That did it. My being extremely ticklish awakened me.

After the tickling, I tried to stretch my arms, but I can’t. Soon, I discovered that my hands were tied behind my back at the wrists. I tested the ropes to see if it is there is any slack, there was none.

“Isn’t this a little bit too early?” I asked.

“No earlier than usual!” David replied.

“Besides, the early bird catches the early worm!” Andrew added

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Six-thirty!” David replied.

Six-thirty! Well, so much for waking-up late this Saturday.

“Now what?” I asked.

“You’ll see!” my brother replied.

“Where’s Frank?” I asked after noticing Frank’s empty sleeping bag.

“Oh he’ll join you soon enough. Now, we could do this the hard way, or the easy way?” Andrew said.

“In other words, you could give us no trouble, or we could drag you out kicking and screaming!” David added.

“Okay, I’ll take the easy one. But could you untie me first so I can change?” I asked.

“Okay. But no funny moves, or else!” my brother replied.

David then untied my wrists. I then changed from my pjs and into jeans, a blue shirt, and socks and shoes. I also slipped in small scissors in my back pocket when they’re not looking.
“Okay, you can tie me up now, just not too tight!” I said after changing.

Andrew then took a piece of rope, crossed my wrists behind my back, and wrapped the rope around vertically then horizontally, cinched the ropes then knotted it off. As usual, his knots are extremely competent. The knots themselves are out of reach of my fingers. It is tight and snug, yet not painful. I tested the ropes, and it held.

He then took a rope and wrapped it around my waists. He cinched it, and then knotted it off my wrists. One of the reason that the rope on waist is so popular among us is that we recently watched a show were a bound and gagged girl was able to escape by slipping her bound arms underneath her and putting her hands in front, pulled off her gag, and used her teeth to pull apart the knots and escape. We weren’t sure we could pull that off, but we’re not taking any chances.

“Open wide!” my brother told me. I reluctantly did, and David shoved (clean) socks into my mouth, and then put duct tape on my mouth to hold the sock.

“I wonder if Chet and Jay got Donald?” David asked while Andrew is tying me up.

“We’ll know soon enough!” was Andrew’s reply. “Time to join your friend!” he then said to me.

David then grabbed the collar of my shirt, and then pushed me toward the door. I just groaned and walked in the direction he pushed me. We went out of my room, through the hallway and into the door of Andrew’s room. My brother took out his key, opened the door to his room, and we entered.

In the room on the floor, Frank was hog-tied and gagged, like me, with duct tape. He was wearing shorts and a white shirt, his hair, like mine, is extremely disheveled, he wore socks and shoes, and he is asleep.

David promptly woke him, then undid the hog-tie and released the bonds on his feet and legs. He then helped Frank on his feet. Andrew then took hold of him, while David held me, and marched us out of the room into the hallway, down the stairs. When we were downstairs, we encountered Mom and Dad, who just reminded us to eat breakfast after playing. Then, the phone rang.

“I’ll get it!” Andrew said.

Andrew then told David to watch us and then went to pick up the phone.

This is the telephone conversation as far as I understood.

“Hello. You got him? Good!”

“It’s Chet and Jay. They got him!” Andrew said.

“Let’s got these two over there!” David then said.

With that, they led us to the front door, out of the house, and marched us bound and gagged to Donald’s house, just next door. We knocked on the door, and Aunt Rachel answered the door.

“Oh hi boys. Come in, come in!” she said, and acted as Frank and I were not bound and gagged. “Donald is with Chester and Jay at his room.”

We went to Donald’s room, and sure enough, Donald is sitting on a chair hands tied behind back, and pinned to the chair by ropes and gagged with duct tape, with Chester and Jay standing beside their captive. Donald was wearing slacks and a gray shirt.

“Nice work. By the way, what time did you arrive here?” David asked.

“About half past six. Donald was still in his bed dreaming, so we decided to give him a wake-up call. Boy, was he confused. Anyway, we just pounced on him, and he just gave up. He just asked if he could change first. We told him fine, he changed, and then we trussed him up.” Jay explained. “How ‘bout you, did you have trouble with this two?”

“Not really!” Andrew answered. “We caught Frank as he left the room about six to go to the bathroom. We grabbed him on his way back to the room. We then dragged him to my room, where we held him. David took his shoes from Tom’s room and we told Frank to where his shoes and socks. He did. We then hog-tied him.”

“Getting Tom was easier!” David continued. “We just sneaked in his room, and since he was already sleeping on his stomach, we just positioned his arms behind his back. Boy, was he a sound sleeper. He didn’t even wake as we were tying his arms behind him. We then woke him up. Waking Tom proved even harder than tying him up!” David said.

All four of them laughed.

“Now what?” Chester asked.

“We could tickle them now, how about if we march them to David’s place?” Andrew said.

“Good idea. How about it, David?” Jay asked.

“Why not?” David replied.

With that, they released the ropes pinning Donald to the chair and undid the rope on his legs and feet. They then marched us out of Donald’s room where we encountered Donald’s parents, my aunt and uncle.
“Where are you going?” Uncle Richard asked.

“To David’s place, Uncle Richard.” Andrew replied.

They then removed our gags.

“Are you okay?” my Aunt asked Donald.

“Yes Mom!” Donald replied.

“Did you consent to this?” she asked.

“Yes Mom.” Donald said.

She asked Frank and me the same question, and we answered the same.

“Have you eaten your breakfast?” Aunt Rachel asked.

“We’ll eat it at David’s.” my brother said.

They seemed satisfied by his answer and just told us to have fun and be careful. Then, they marched us outside, were they put back our gags. Then they made us walk on the streets bound and gagged toward David’s house. It was seven in the morning, and since it was a Saturday, most of the other kids are still at bed. Most of the adults are at home either asleep or eating breakfast, so almost no one noticed us when we were walking on the streets bound and gagged.

We reached David’s house at seven-fifteen in the morning. David then immediately directed us to his room. His parents were already up, preparing for breakfast. At David’s room, I was led to a heavy wooden chair where I was sat down. Chester then took a long coil of rope and handed it to my brother.

I winced as the ropes were drawn tight around me, once, twice, three times across my chest before they were knotted behind the back of the chair. Andrew repeated this across my stomach and tied it off tight, pinning me in the seat. He then tied each ankle to a chair leg.

David meanwhile led Frank to another chair in David’s room, where he repeated the same process Andrew used on me on tying Frank to the chair. Donald was not so lucky. Chester and Jay led him to David’s bed, removed his shoes and socks, tie his ankles and knees together, laid him on his stomach on the bed, and hog-tied him on the bed.

“Torture time!” Chester yelled, and with that, they began their tickle offensive. They tickled us with increased intensity. Oh, it was torture!!! They tickled us in the stomach, sides and ribs. We laughed our heads off, helpless before the onslaught of the deadly fingers. We laughed, shouted, which came out as mmmppphhhhsss through our gags. We squirmed, twisted and struggled but we were helpless. Fortunately, they ignored the soles of Frank’s feet and mine. Donald was not so lucky. His feet was bare, and he was tickled there and the rest of his ticklish parts. He gave the same reaction as we did.

The tickle torture this time is more intense than the previous one. Sure, there was the usual 2-3 minute breaks, but the intensity of the tickling was a record. The only worst tickling I had experienced thus far is the tickling Angela gave me when she tickled me 5 minutes NON STOP.

They continued the tickling for 30 minutes, with breaks of course. They then stopped.

“I think they had enough!” Andrew said.

“Let’s eat before freeing them!” David suggested.

With that, they left, presumably to eat the breakfast that David’s Mom is preparing, while we were still bound and gagged. I immediately began to struggle as soon as they disappeared. I was still struggling when I remembered something - the scissors in my back pocket! I then concentrated all my effort to get the scissors out of my pocket and use it to cut my restraints. This sounds easy, but if you were in the situation I was in, this is very difficult.

Since my wrists were crossed, and the scissors are in my left back pocket, I used the fingers on my right hand to try to retrieve the scissors. My index finger soon was able to hook the handle of the scissors, and pulled it from my pocket. I then position the scissors so that I would be able to use them on the ropes on my wrists. All this should be done carefully, for if the scissors accidentally slipped and fell unto the floor, there is no hope of escaping without outside help. Finally, I was able to begin using it on the ropes. It was very difficult! The scissors were not that sharp, and it seemed it took me forever to cut off the ropes around my wrists. Nevertheless, I continued. And after fifteen minutes, my patience was rewarded when the ropes suddenly felt loose around my wrists, and when I pulled my wrists away from each other, the ropes around my wrists and the waist rope just unraveled. I was able to cut the ropes. When my wrists were free, it was just a matter of time when I would completely free myself.

When I looked at the ropes cut, one could see that it was not a clean cut. A cut is a cut however, and since you’re free, it didn’t matter what kind of cut it was. I then proceeded to untie my companions. I must hurry, since that clock is ticking. It is already twenty-two minutes on the half- hour, and if I am to tie them up, I need help. I first went to my cousin Donald where I untied him from his hog-tie and removed the ropes binding his wrists, then I went over to Frank, where I helped him free himself from the ropes binding him to the chair. Donald soon went to help me untie Frank, and in the half-hour mark, we were completely free.

It was now eight-thirty in the morning. I was hoping that they would be split when they come up, so that we don’t have to fight them 3 to 4 at our disadvantage. Luckily, it was only David and Jay who entered the room, and the sight of us free surprised them. We then pounced on them, clamping our hands over their mouths. Frank tackled David, while Donald pounced Jay. I decided to help Frank, and soon, David was pinned. I took off his shoes and socks, and gestured Frank to remove his hand-gag on David. He did, and as soon as David opened his mouth to try to shout a warning on Andrew and Chester, I shoved his own smelly socks on his mouth before a sound could be heard. Frank then clamped his hand over David’s mouth to prevent him from spitting it out while I got the duct tape. I then duct taped his mouth to prevent him from spitting out his sock. David then began to violently struggle, and only the combined efforts of Frank and me succeeded in making him lie on his stomach and pulling his arms behind his back. I crossed his wrists, tied it vertically then horizontally, cinching it and knotting it off, making sure the ropes were snug and tight but not painful, and making sure the knots cannot be reached by David’s fingers. When I was done, I left David to Frank to finish David’s trussing while I went to help Donald subdue Jay.

Unlike David, Jay did not put much of a struggle. However, Donald could not move for fear of removing his hand-gag and thus warning Andrew and Chester. I soon went over, took off Jay’s shoes and socks, and gestured Donald to remove his hand-gag. Jay then did exactly as David did, to attempt to warn Andrew by opening his big mouth and try to shout a warning. His attempt was as unsuccessful as David’s attempt, because I shoved into his mouth his own smelly socks, in revenge for they’re treatment of me last night. Donald and I then pinned Jay to the floor on his stomach, where we pulled his arms behind his back, crossed his wrists then duct taped it, then duct taping his crossed ankles.

Frank meanwhile dragged David to the chair he was tied, where he wrapped rope around his upper body, stomach and waist and knotted it at the back of the chair, trapping his hands between his back and chair. He took a rope, tied one end of it to David’s ankles, and tied the other end to the back of the chair, making it impossible for David’s feet to touch the floor.

Donald and I then wrapped rope around Jay’s waist and knotted it to his wrists. We then carried Jay to David’s bed, where we took a rope, tied one end of it to his ankles and tied the other end to his wrists, hog-tying him. I checked his pockets to find anything that he could use to free himself, and I was able to get a small pair of scissors, kinda like the one I used to cut my ropes.

We hardly finished trussing up David and Jay when my brother Andrew and Chester arrived. They seemed surprised when they saw David and Jay all trussed up. We immediately pounced on the two. Frank and I tackled my brother while Donald attacked Chester. Although we outnumbered them three to two, it was very difficult to subdue them. Andrew in particular gave us a very hard time, and only with great effort were we able to pin him to the ground. We tied his hands up in front, and we dragged him to David’s closet. I packed all of David’s clothes to the sides so that the middle portion will be empty, tied one end of a long rope to his wrists, swung the rope over the overhead metal beam above Andrew, and pulled the rope until Andrew is standing on his toes and his arms are all stretched out. I then tied the other end of it to Andrew’s belt and waist. So when he tried to pull the rope overhead, the rope will tighten around his waist.

“You finished?” Andrew asked.

“Not yet!” I answered.

“You know, I could easily escape from here!” Andrew boasted.

“We’ll see! We’ll see!”

“Ha! These ropes are mmmmpppphhhhh!” I shoved a clean handkerchief to his mouth then Frank sealed Andrew’s mouth with duct tape, interrupting him in mid sentence.

Meanwhile, Donald dragged Chester to the other chair, the chair I was tied in. Donald then tied Chester to the chair the same way Jay was tied to the other chair. Donald then removed his shoes and socks and shoved it into his mouth. He then duct taped his mouth.

It was now a quarter before nine (meaning 8:45), when we finished. We looked at our four captives with satisfaction. “Let’s begin the fun!” Donald proclaimed.

With that, we began the tickling David, Chester, Andrew and Jay. The four laughed and laughed. They squirmed, struggled and shouted, which came out as mmmppphhhsss. We intensified the tickling, of course, giving them 2-3 minute breaks. We continued this for 30 minutes.

After the half hour later, at a quarter past nine, we stopped. ]

“Let’s go down and eat. I’m famished!” Donald exclaimed.

With that, we left the room. There, we encountered David’s little sisters Nancy and Cathy. We still didn’t get along well since our last game where they were somehow involved. So nearly all hell broke loose when on that morning. Fortunately, there was no shouting match between the girls and us. We just ignored each other while they continued to go where they originally intended to, outside.

We reached the kitchen, where the remains of the breakfast of David’s parents can be seen. David’s parents have earlier left. Donald, Frank and I helped ourselves to the food. We ate for 30 minutes.

After the half hour, we returned to David’s room, where we found they were still pretty much the same when we left them. We made some boasts that we won, we cheered ourselves and teased the four. Then we released them.

We all congratulated ourselves for a good game. They then swore revenge. We had won our third victory. But I still am not satisfied, for we still lost nine times. I am determined to even out the odds, and our win encouraged me more. So I planned to strike first at our next game. When was our game? And more importantly, did we win? Read the next part and find out!

If they are, it only proves the participants are extremely slow learners. If you tie someone correctly, he is not going to escape.

You don't need miles of rope to securely tie someone. Depending on the person's size, and the object he's being secured to, a 5-10 ft length is all that is necessary, if you know what you're doing.

And it doesn't take more than about two minutes to do it. Nor does it require extreme tightness.

If you do, the person is not going to escape, any more than if you had chained him there.

One of the favorite atrocities of the Nazis was to take a whole family out into the woods, and simply tie each member to a separate tree, using only a short length of rope for each, in a grove, and leave them there.

All that would be needed for them to escape death would be for just one of them to wriggle loose. To my knowledge, it never happened, and their corpses were later found still tied to the trees.

The neighbor girl had come over to our house to swim in our lake. Granted she had a lake on her property but for some odd reason, it always gathered muck, while ours stayed nice and sandy. Her brother who was just older than me, was somewhat of a friend. We might have played football together with other friends we knew down at the end of the block.

The neighbor's sister was dressed in a cute two piece bathing suit. She was about sixteen, we were just younger than that. I talked with the neighbor for a while on our dock when he took notice to the rope lying on the dock. I used it to tie up our jetski and boat. He asked what I used it for. I sarcastically said I used it to tie up people [which wouldn't be a bad idea]. He said something like "I've got a crazy idea," he told me he wanted to tie up his sister and I thought that would be just great.

There were four posters on the dock, to set each dock section onto. We would wait until the neighbor's sister (notice I don't like to use real names) came out of the water, the neighbor would pounce, since he was bigger, and I would tie, since I was the expert.

She came out for a drink and we grabbed her right then, she didn't see what was coming. I tied her (what's the word, spread eagle?) to each poster while the neighbor pinned her down. She seemed kind of angry. And she pulled at her hands for a while. I told her she wouldn't get out of those bonds any time soon. She bounced her stomach in the air for a while, I don't quite know what that accomplished.

The neighbor got board after a while of staring, but I didn't. He suggested we make this fun. He went up to her and tickled her feet. I got her sides, then I moved down and tikled her legs, she laughed and cried a little. Then we traded spaces and I tickled her feet all over and he did her legs, which were very ticklish! It was a fun day for us, even if we didnt go swimming. Before we untied her we tied all of the ropes we used together and we sort of hogtied her together, then we dangled her over the water, her feet were very scrunched up then, as well as her hands which were fists at that moment. She must have been very pissed off.

Well we bolth dangled her for a while over the water then we bolth let go and caught her, but she pulled us in from all of her weight. Now she was wet and pissed! I laughed real hard as we untied her.

How was that story? If you liked it I will post another story tommorow!

~Chris

INSTEAD I have a far better experience (at least in my opinion) of a tie up game which happened a couple of days ago.

Last Tuesday I was back form school at about 3:30pm and was watching TV (as usual). My sisters were at an afterschool club and I wasnt sure what time they'd be back at. For those of you who didnt read my first story 'Cops and Robbers' my mum doesnt come back till about 5:00pm. So, If you havent already guessed, I had the house to myself ;)

Anyway, the door went and when I answered it one of Leeannes friends Kayley was there. She was looking for Leeanne but didnt know she was at the afterschool club. I assumed Leeanne would be back soon, so told her that she could come in and wait for her in the house, so she did.

Now let me just add that Kayley is GORGEOUS. Shes only 14, but she is unbelievably STUNNING. She doesnt go to my sisters school so I have no idea how they are friends. She is quite pale, somewhere in between slim and a bit overweight (perfect figure ,in my opinion), Dark brownish hair, amazing legs, wicked smile, and great feet. That last comment sounds a bit daft, but (as I found out on Tuesday) I am strangely attracted to her feet and legs!! And, OBVIOUSLY, I have a huge crush on her. If she was my age I would have asked her out a LONG time ago...........

PS--------I have photos of Kayley, Leeanne, Jade, some other friends of my sisters, Me :), my friends and family on the hard drive of our computer since we have a digital camera ;)
But far more interesting is that i have ONE picture of when I had Jade tied up from 'Cops and Robbers'. I took this picture because I wanted to remember the first ever time I had someone tied up (even though its my sister).
I was thinking about trying to get them on the internet but I havent got a clue where to start.......??????
Im not sure if I want to put the one of my sister tied up on the net though..??? But if anyone knows how I could do that and if it would cost anything to get pictures on the net, let me know cos I might give it a go............

Anyway, enough spraffing and back to last Tuesday.
Kayley walked through the door and asked what time Leeanne would be back at but I told her I wasnt sure. She then kicked off her her trainers and came through to the living room. My only thought at this point was how good she looked. She was wearing black jeans which stopped near her calves and showed her ankles off (crop-trousers, I think theyre called), small red and white striped socks, A blue collared T-shirt, and a black denim Coat.
May I add that although I had just had a VERY crap day, I was suddenly in a good mood ;)

To begin with we were watching TV and for a minute or 2 there was an awkward silence because the program was shite (Blue Peter I think It was LOL) and none of us could think of anything to say! Eventually I asked her what she wanted to see Leeanne for and she said she just wanted to 'Muck around with her'. Thankfully we got a conversation started and began to relax. At a point she curled up on the couch and was stroking her feet and I really enjoyed that ;)
Suddenly halfway through the conversation she said 'Jade told me about the Cops and Robbers game' smiling at me.

I can honestly say that I almost died there and then. My heart started to race at a million miles an hour and my stomach turned completely upside down. For one of the very few occasions in my life I was lost for words and felt VERY awkward. I mumbled 'oh really' and hoped to God that Leeanne would ba back any minute. But that didnt happen. Something MUCH more interesting happened and I will NEVER forget it............I will tell all another time because its late and I need to get to bed now.

The last time, Andrew and David attacked so early one Saturday morning that we were still asleep. They attacked without warning, and when I woke up, my hands were already tied up behind my back. Fortunately, they untied me to let me change. I inserted scissors in the back packet of my jeans, so when they retied my hands, I wasn’t totally helpless. They marched Frank and me, whom they earlier captured, to my Uncle’s home to catch my cousin Donald. The Adams’ twins captured Donald, and they forced us to walk in the streets bound and gagged at seven in the morning to David’s house. There, they tied us in David’s room. I was able to escape, however, with the help of the scissors, and Frank, Donald and I were able to capture David and Jay, then Andrew and Chester. Thus, we won a third time.

There was no tie-up game that Saturday afternoon, and I spent the afternoon taking a nap to make-up for lost sleep due to the homework on Friday night and a very early tie-up game Saturday morning. We went to Church Sunday morning, and after Church, Frank, Donald and I met at Donald’s place to plot our attack that afternoon.

We arrived at Donald’s room at about ten. We still had our Sunday coat and tie on, so we looked like a bunch of businessmen or politicians having some top-secret meeting. I was wearing brown pants, and a brown coat and a brown vest with a black tie on a white shirt. Frank looked like he had gone to a funeral, for he was all black, except his shirt, which is white. He had no vest. Donald wore gray pants, gray coat with no vest, a white shirt and a red tie with white diagonal stripes on it.

“Well? Got any bright ideas?” Donald asked us.

“I say let’s hit them this afternoon!” I said, pounding my fist on the table.

“How?” Frank asked.

“First thing we gotta do is separate those four. We cannot win 3 against 4!”

“Where?” Donald asked.

“At your house.” Frank said, pointing to me.

“But how do we separate those four?” Donald asked.

“We don’t need to. Chester and Jay will be at their home. So that leaves Andrew and David in Tom’s house. I think we could take them on. The problem is I think how do we lure Chester and Jay to your house without getting suspicious? We can’t win unless we get all four of them!” Frank said.

“No problem. We’ll just use Barney, John or the others. Chester and Jay would probably believe what they would say.” I added.

“Looks like we have a plan!” Donald remarked.

We finalized our plans. I would go home at eleven, change into everyday clothes, and eat lunch at our house without Frank or Donald in order to allay any suspicion Andrew or David might have. Frank, meanwhile will go home to change, and will eat lunch at Donald’s, while Donald will just remain where he is, change and eat lunch with Frank. They would go to my house at two, and capture Andrew, then David.

I went home as planned at eleven and changed from my Sunday coat and tie to gray slacks, a dark shirt and sneakers. I ate lunch with my parents and my siblings and David, and spent the early hours of the afternoon (about 12 noon to 2) with Andrew and David. From all indications, they were not a bit suspicious about what we planned, and everything went smoothly. I also was able to secure Barney’s cooperation.

About 2 in the afternoon, I excused myself, while David and Andrew continued playing outside. Both Frank and Donald had arrived and entered by the back door, so that Andrew and David would not see them.

“Just wait behind the front door.” I told Frank and Donald. “Either Andrew or David will enter sooner or later. That’s when you grab him. Barney, call any of the two, just make sure only one of them, Okay?” I said.

Frank and Donald just nodded, while Barney did not reply. I went back outside to resume our game with Andrew and David. A few minutes later, Barney approached us.

“Will one of you guys help me out with something?” Barney asked.

“Sure thing. Now what is it?” Andrew replied.

“I think only one of you should come with me!” Barney said.

“Alright. I’ll go. Don’t worry, I’ll call for you if I need any help!” Andrew responded.

With that, Andrew went to the house with Barney. David and I resumed our game. Of course, both David and Andrew had no idea that it was all a trap.

Twenty minutes later, both Barney and Andrew did not return. Finally, Barney went out.

“Guys, Andrew needs help. Could you guys come along?” Barney asked.

“Ask no more! We’ll all go.” David proclaimed.

David and I then started walking towards the front door. David went first followed me. As soon as David entered the house, Frank and Donald grabbed him. David was totally surprised. He fought back of course, but when I joined the fray, David fate that Sunday afternoon was sealed.

We soon had him pinned to the floor. Frank and Donald pulled his arms behind his back and crossed his wrists, while I took a long piece of rope and wrapped it around his wrists. I wound it several times vertically then horizontally before cinching it and then knotting it off. Again, I made sure that the knots are out reach of his fingers.

“So this is why Andrew needs help!” David sarcastically remarked.

“Put a sock into it!” Donald replied. Frank then took off one of his shoes, and removed his socks and wadded it.

“We’ll get you for this. Remember you still need Chester and Jay to wmmmmmmpppphhhhh!” Frank shoved the sock up his mouth, and then Donald duct taped it.

“You talk too much!” Frank remarked.

Meanwhile, I wrapped rope around his waist and tied it to his wrists. I took another rope and wrapped it around his upper body, knotting it at front, pinning his arms to his body.

“Where’s my brother?” I asked my companions as I was tying David.

“He’s all tied up in your room right now.” Donald replied.

“Did he give you any trouble?” I asked.

“Did he?!! He gave us lots of trouble. Even two against one, we nearly botched the job. Fortunately, we had surprise at our side, and we eventually were able to tie him up.” Frank said.

We then made David stand-up, and we marched him to my room. When we entered, I saw that Frank and Donald did a good job. On the floor is Andrew hog-tied on the right side of my bed, with a rope tying his ankles to one of the legs of the bed serving as a kind of a leash. He was gagged with duct tape, and presumably his mouth was stuffed. I’m sure that he’s mouth wasn’t stuffed with his own smelly socks, for he had both his shoes and socks on.

We placed David on a large and heavy wooden chair and we wrapped rope around his body and the back of the chair. We knotted the ropes at the back of the chair, pinning his body to back of the chair and trapping his wrists between his body and the back of the chair.

Andrew and David just groaned and mmmpppphhhhhh under their gags. We just laughed at them. Donald then stepped forward to begin the tickle torture when I stopped him.

“Why?” Donald said.

“Let’s get the Adams’ twins first, then let the fun begin!!” I replied.

We then left the two tied up in my room. I took a key and locked the door to my room to make sure no one will attempt to free my brother and his friend.

Barney, Donald, Frank and I went to the living room to the telephone. There, Barney made a call to Chester and Jay. He said about he wants them here for something, well, whatever he said on the phone seemed to work.

“They’re coming!” Barney said after he hung up.

“Then let’s wait.” Frank replied.

We waited behind the front door except Barney, who waited outside. We didn’t have to wait long. Fifteen minutes later, I heard Jay’s voice talking to Barney.

“Where’s Chet?” Barney asked.

“Oh he’ll come along! I just came first!” Jay replied.

I can’t believe my ears. We expected Chester and Jay to arrive at the same time, and we expected to be able to win 3 to 2, but now Jay’s alone, and I’m sure we will win 3 against one.

“What’s up?” Jay asked Barney.

“Follow me, I’ll show you.” Barney said.

Barney then entered the house through the front door, and was followed by Jay. As soon as Jay entered the house, we immediately pounced on Jay. To say he was surprised would be an understatement, for the first few moments, he did not put up a struggle, and when he finally did, it was too late. He clearly was not expecting it, and it looked like in the first few moments we grabbed he was trying to figure out what is happening.

We had no trouble pinning Jay to the floor. We quickly pulled his hands behind his back and I tied his crossed wrists behind his back, wrapping rope around his wrists vertically then horizontally several times, before cinching it and knotting it, making sure the knots are beyond the reach of the fingers. The ropes were pretty much the same as the one I tied on David. By this time, Jay finally figured out what was happening and struggled. It’s a case of too late, however, and once I knotted the ropes, there is no chance he might get out. And even if he did, he still wouldn’t help because we could easily overpower him 3 to 1.

“What the heck!?” Jay said as we tackled him. We didn’t say a word until we finished tying his wrists.

“I’ll get you for this mmmmppphhhh!” Jay then threatened, but Donald cut him off when he shoved a clean white handkerchief on his mouth. Donald then clamped his hand over his mouth while I prepared the duct tape, and when Donald removed his hand, I immediately duct taped his mouth. He just mmmppppphhh liked crazy. We just laughed. We finished by wrapping rope around his waist, then knotting it off the wrists and wrapping rope on his upper body, knotting it off at the front.

We made Jay stand-up, and I told Frank to put him in my room with the others, and watch them, while Donald and I waited for Chester. I gave Frank the key to my room and he then marched Jay up the stairs to my room.

Frank and Jay hardly had entered my room when Chester arrived.

“Jay, Barney what- ” He never finished his sentence. We tackled him, and like his twin brother, didn’t give us much trouble. His hands were soon tied behind his back pretty much the same way I tied David and Jay’s hands. We also tied a rope around his waist and his upper body, kinda like the way I tied David and Jay.

“You’ll pay for mmmppphhh!” I interrupted him in mid-sentence when I shoved a clean handkerchief in his mouth, while Donald duct taped it.

After gagging Chester, we yelled and gave each other a high-five. For the first time ever, we won two games in a row. We let ourselves loose when we jumped, shouted, boasted to celebrate our fourth triumph. We didn’t mind losing, it’s part and parcel of our games. But we didn’t like losing ever so often, as we always had. We won, and that’s all that matters.

We marched him up the stairs to my room, while we relentlessly teased Chester. We always teased each other relentlessly all the time, bound or not bound, but it is especially fun to do it when the person you’re teasing is gagged, for he cannot retort back. We crowed like crows during that time, crowing all the way to my room. Barney followed us, joining us in the crowing.

All of it fell apart when we entered my room. I saw Frank hog-tied at my bed, and soon, three boys attacked us. Those three were of course Andrew, David and Jay. We were too surprised too fight back. Andrew fought me, while David wrestled with Donald. Andrew, as usual, was able to pin me by himself, while David had a more difficult time with Donald. Barney just watched from the door. Jay meanwhile untied his twin brother, and when Chester was untied, they joined in the fray. Our fate was sealed as soon when that happened.

“How the hell did you escape?” I asked.

“Figure it out yourself!” Andrew replied, while he was wrapping rope around my wrist. He then knotted it off, placing the knots beyond my fingers. The ropes were snug and tight, and when I tried to struggle, the ropes held. He then wadded a clean handkerchief and tried to shove it in my mouth. I refused to open my mouth however, so he pinched my nose to force me to open my mouth. At first, I resisted opening my mouth, but my urge to breath soon outweighed any other consideration. I opened my mouth to breath, and as soon as I did that, he shoved the hankie up my mouth, at the same time releasing his hold on my nose. He then duct taped my mouth. He finished by tying a rope around my waist and knotting it off at my wrists.

He then dragged me to the chair I tied David to, and wrapped rope around my upper body and the back of the chair. He tied each of my feet one of legs of the chair. While I was being tied to the chair I saw someone that answered everything. I saw my six year old little brother John. He apparently was able to sneak in and free Andrew and the others. But how the hell was he able to sneak in? The door was locked for crying out loud! Meanwhile, David and Jay tied Donald’s arms behind his back at the wrists, rope around waist and upper body and then hog-tied at the bottom side of my bed. An end of a rope was tied to his ankles and the other end to the bed.

After tying us up, they all looked at us while we groaned and mmmppphhh, and just laughed.

“Clever plan!” Andrew told me. “But like all your other plans, they never work!”

They then began the tickle offensive. As usual, we laughed our heads off, shouting under our gags, which came out as mmmppphhhssss. We squirmed, trying to avoid the fingers, yet in our bound and gagged position, it didn’t do much, in fact, it did nothing at all. They just tickled us nearly to death. Only the usual 2-3 minute breaks were we able to avoid a ghastly fate, but even with the breaks, I would say our tickle torture was worst than death. They continued it for thirty minutes, and when they stopped, we were thoroughly exhausted from all that tickling. So that was it. Another perfect plan in pieces.

After the tickling, they left us alone. We tried struggling, but it did us no good. They tied the ropes, as usual, too well for any struggling to do any good. I tried locating the knots on my wrists, but found nothing. I tried to find some slack on the ropes, but found none. So I just spent the remaining time hoping Barney or John or even Betty would come and help us, contemplating my revenge for this defeat and trying to figure out how the hell was John able to sneak in my locked room.

After 30 minutes, they (with Barney and John) returned. I still am at my wits end on how did it happen.

“Before we free you, let me tell you how’d we escape. When Frank and Donald captured me, I was dragged into this room and hog-tied to the bed. Well, when they left, they apparently forgot to lock the door. John then was able to sneak in, but before he could do anything, you arrived with David. He hid in the closet until you left, and when you locked your room and left, he then went to free me. Before he could free me however, you returned with Jay, so he has to hide in the closet once more. When you left, he then freed us.” Andrew told us.

They then untied us, and we gave the usual congratulations to each other on a good game. We also gave the usual promises and boasts.

That was the last tie-up game that weekend. My next experience happened next Friday, which was very unusual. What was unusual about the next tie-up experience? Read the next part and find out!

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I do have another story ready to post later today.

Oh, and one last thing to 'PH Sweden's #1 Fan' you sugested I do a bare foot story, and here it is! But tell me, do you get tired of your barefoot fetish. It is much harder finding ladies in socks than in bare feet. I believe you see them quite often! Either you have a lot of fun, or in my mind bare feet can be quite tiresome. Tell me what YOU think, PH Sweden's #1 Fan.

I'm off to work. See you later today.

~Chris

Does my fetish get boring? In some ways, it does. When I first realized I had it, in middle school, even something so little as girls wearing sandals (even non-revealing ones!) got my attention. Seeing the tops of their bare feet did a lot for me as well. When a girl, fooling around, put her foot on my desk very briefly with her sole facing me, I realized that soles looked best, and since you don't see them as much, that became my "gold".

It's hard to say now. Girls do not go barefoot all the time, of course. So I don't see bare feet that much, although it's the summer now. There are, though, certain positions one can sit or lie in that cause me to go nuts inside. Like lying on the floor on a towel with their soles out. Or sitting in one chair, with feet propped up on another! There's actually a lot of variety in barefoot positions. Now, though, my real "gold" is getting to touch the girl's foot, somehow (with her permission).

Anyways, does that answer your question? I do see feet a lot in the summer, but not necessarily the best ways. Oh yeah - jeans and bare feet really do it as well. They accentuate the feet and make them more noticable! The contrast is breathtaking.

I guess you could say I have a lot of fun. In fact, I hope I don't have to become more "hardcore" in my foot interest in order to enjoy it. Therefore, I hope I *don't* get to see girls showing their soles more often, and such. Fortunately, I know some who like to tease.

This happened years back, I was playing Truth or Dare with some people at my friends house, and I got to the sister of one of my friends. So I asked the age old question "truth or dare." She said dare. I had been waiting for this moment. She wore a sweatshirt, bluejeans, yellow socks, and those (

This happened years back, I was playing Truth or Dare with some people at my friends house, and I got to the sister of one of my friends. So I asked the age old question "truth or dare." She said dare. I had been waiting for this moment. She wore glasses (which made her look really cute) a sweatshirt, bluejeans, yellow socks, and those moccisan slipppers.

I told her she had to be tied up outside for 30 minutes. She didn't seem to mind the idea. I asked for some supplies then I led her out of the walkout basement and tied her to a beam, which held up our upper deck. I let her look in at us from outside from her tie up spot. Then I mentioned taking off her slippers. She said that wasn't part of the plan, then I told her to try and stop me. I gagged her, tied her ankles together, and removed her slippers, she let out a coo as I gently pulled them off. I stood back admiring my work, then I smiled and turned away.

That's the end of the story basically. Tell me how you liked it!

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Malcolm then took another length of rope and started to tie my upper body. First, he tied one end of the rope to the chair back support, and then he started to wrap the rope around me, above and below my breasts, continuously pulling the rope tighter and tighter so that there was no slack. My arms were pinned snugly to my sides and to the chair back. Finishing off, he took the last of the rope and cinched it between each arm and my body and to the side slats on the chair back, making my bonds even tighter.

“Do you expect me to talk, now?” I asked playfully, still keeping with the spirit of the game. I had to admit, this was kind of fun. I thought that I might let him keep me tied up for a bit longer than a few minutes.

“I’m not finished yet,” he replied, doing his best child’s impression of a hardened criminal. “I still have to tie your legs.” He was determined to make the game as realistic as possible.

“Oh, please let me go!” I pleaded theatrically. “ I promise you can take anything you want. Please. Oh, Please!”

Taking no notice of my realistic (at least I thought they were) pleas, Malcolm continued with another length of rope. He wrapped the rope around my knees, just above the hem of my dress, several times. He pulled it tight, knotted it, and then continued down to my ankles. I quickly found my ankles being tightly bound. He wrapped the rope around them about ten times, securing them to the chair leg support, cinched them securely, and then tied it off.

I was now his prisoner.

I struggled slightly, experimentally. I was bound pretty well. Not a problem. I was in good shape from swimming. And kickboxing. Recently, my girlfriend, Kelly, and I had signed up for an introductory course in self-defense. We both found that we enjoyed the challenge and subsequently signed up. I was limber and strong, so I didn’t think getting free would be a lot of trouble.

“Okay. I’m going to search for the loot.” Malcolm stood before me, trying his best to look stern, but looking more cute than threatening. “Since your not going to help, you can stay here. There’s just one more thing I gotta do.” He pulled out some sort of scarf or bandana and walked behind me.

My eyes opened wide. “You’re going to gag me, how will I? – mmmmnnnpphhh.” He had put he scarf between my teeth and was tying it off behind my head.

Without further ceremony, he gathered up the toy gun, made sure I was tied and gagged safe and sound, and disappeared through the door.

I was tied up and alone! I felt like Nancy Drew in one of her adventures!

And Lisa and JCap - where are you?

It all started about a year ago when my sister Krystal(Name changed)the only RUDE person in my house keeps on barging in my room. Let me put it this way. She's stuck up, very annoying, thinks about herself, and never gives me a break. Sound like a sister you would like to have huh? ( I was into bondage when this happened). Well anyways my parents had to go to some fancy restraunt for thier aniversery.
This....was the greatest advantage of all. Muahahahahahaha!
As soon as they left out the driveway, I immediately started planning my revenge. (Oh and I was 12 and she was 11 hehe forgot)
I got some rope from under my bed and some duct tape then waited patiently for my sister to barge in my room. I was hiding behind the door.
5 minutes later
I'm a very patient person so I waited until I heard her footsteps coming. As usual she opened the door barging in saying something about cleaning the room but ignored. She didn't see me anywhere but came up behind her and clamped my hand over her mouth. All she could do was scream in terror. I quckly tied her hands behind her back then stuffed one of my cleanest sock into her mouth then sealed her mouth with duct tape. I got my computer chair and sat her down. All I heared was loud mmmmmmmppppphhhhhhssss but I just said "Be quiet!". I began tying her ankles then her knees and up to the thighs. I tied rope around her tworso tying her to the chair. She had no shoes on nor socks so it was easy for me. She struggled hard but was no match for my knots. I began wriggling my fingers signaling to tickle her.
She is very ticklish. She began mmmppphhing louder and struggle harder as well. Then got her feet and started to tickle her. Her giggles weren't as loud. After 20 minutes of tickling her I stopped but left her struggling in my room. But before I left i said "Now look what you got yourself forbeing a bad little sister".

I'll finish this later right know I'm going to bed
laters!!! ^_^;

During the last game, in a Sunday afternoon, Donald, Frank and I attacked first my brother Andrew, then David. Both times, we used my younger brother Barney as bait. Since Chester and Jay were not home, we used Barney to lure the twins to my house so that we can capture both. It was totally successful. We were able to pull off what we thought at that time as a second win in a row. However, John managed to sneak in and free our captives. They then captured us, and they won their tenth victory. They had won ten games out of thirteen.

There was no tie-up game the entire following week. And the week was extremely busy, making the last week look like spring break compared to this week. We had five straight days of tests, pop quizzes, projects, meetings, homework, and other school stuff. The work was so heavy that I barely am able to maintain my A’s, and I barely have time to play with my brothers and friends. I usually, during that busy week, went home at six and spend the entire night doing homework. And to make it worst, I have to do Betty and Angela’s homework too.

So Friday was a relief. I looked forward for the bell to ring and finally I was able to get home at four. I immediately changed, and plan to spend the entire afternoon watching TV. Dad, Andrew and all of my other brothers aren’t home yet, so only Mom was home when I returned. I ate some of the snacks Mom prepared, and went over to the TV, watching Friday afternoon cartoons. Mom, meanwhile, continue doing her usual chores.

I was watching TV when Betty arrived at around 4:30 p.m. She brought her friend Angela over. They apparently giggled among themselves when they saw me in the couch in the living room watching some cartoons. Girls! Who can understand them? I just ignored them and continued watching TV.

The girls went to the kitchen, where they ate some snacks and chatted with Mom, then proceeded to Betty’s room, giggling all the way and talking silently among themselves. I just acted as if nothing had happen. I guess my concentration was more on what I was watching to notice anything the girls were doing. To me, they were just an annoyance, despite three adventures (or misadventures, depending on one’s point of view) with Angela. I waited for Andrew and the boys, for they usually have the same tastes as I have, or all boys our age have for that matter. Girls - let’s just say our worlds are far apart, and I didn’t care what they were doing or thinking, as long as they did not bother me.

I was still watching TV, when the girls came down and sat with the me in the couch also watching TV. At first they were no trouble, preferring to talk to themselves. Then in a startling move, Betty went over the TV and changed the channel I was watching to a show similar to the one I was forced to watch while I was bound and gagged with Angela. Boy, was I ticked off.

“What the heck are you doing?!” I demanded.

“Oh we just decided that we don’t want to watch what you are watching!” Betty responded.

“And who gave you the right to change the channel? I was here first!” I replied.

“Maybe?! Maybe we’ll let you watch when you’re done doing Angela’s and my homework!” my sister said.

That did it! I was fuming. I got up and changed the channel, gave a stern warning to my sister, and went back to the couch to watch what I was supposed to watch. Betty ignored my warning and changed the channel as soon as I was in the couch. I then was about to stand up to change back the channel when Angela grabbed me to prevent me from doing anything. I was, of course, much stronger than her, and easily brushed her aside. However, when Betty joined in, it was a different story. Individually, they cannot take me on. But their combined strength is a bit too much. I fought as hard as I could, but they were persistent. I was finally defeated when Angela tickled me on the sides. That greatly weakened my resistance, and soon, they were able to force me to lie down on my stomach on the couch.

They tried to pull my arms behind my back, but I resisted. Angela then tickled my sides, and I was forced to put my hands behind my back. Betty took a coil of rope from under the couch, and gave a short piece of it to Angela. She then wrapped the rope around my wrists, cinching it before knotting it off. The ropes were snug and tight but not painful, and when I tested it, it held. I then tried feeling for the knots with my fingers, but she tied the knots out of reach of my fingers.

“What the big idea?” I protested.

“You need to be taught a lesson - you should do your homework first before you watch TV!” Angela told me.

“Baloney! You just want to watch something else!” I said.

She gave me a puzzled look. She smiled and said, “Maybe!” then laughed.

“That’s not fair! I was here first!” I told them.

“What are you going to do about it?” Betty replied. Then they just laughed.

Now in my bound position, there isn’t much I can do about it. Oh! How do I get myself in such messes?! How is that I was overpowered by mere girls? But whatever the reason, I was tied-up good and am at the mercy of my sister and her friend. I know that I wouldn’t be hurt, but still I was terrified.

I tried, to Betty at least, to assert my authority as her big brother.

“Let me go this instant!!!” I demanded.

Betty and Angela just laughed. Angela then took off my shoes, removed my socks, and took one sock and rolled it up in a ball.

“You talk too much! Now, open wide!” Angela told me.

I refused, but I was forced to open when pinched me in the leg, which made me shout, and that’s when she shoved my own sock into my mouth. Betty then clamped her hand over my mouth to prevent me from spitting my own smelly socks. Yuck! I wore those socks since morning! Anyway, Betty soon removed her hand from my mouth. However, before I could spit out the sock, Angela sealed my mouth with duct tape, wrapping it around my head five or six times.

I just mmmppphhhh widely, not believing what had just happened. Betty and Angela just laughed and laughed at my situation.

“I told you I would get my revenge!” Angela said, then did a villain type laugh.

For what? Was all I could think of. I tried telling that to Angela, but it was unintelligible. It came out as mmmppphhhhhsss.

“All we have to do is wait for Frank!” Angela declared.

So that was it. They had been planning this all along. It wasn’t just a spat over TV, but Angela’s revenge on Frank and me over last week’s game. (Spring - 1966 ‘ “Curiosity Kills the Cat!”). She made one miscalculation - Frank is not going to coming over to our house that afternoon, so she won’t get her full revenge.

Anyway, I tried to get up and run away- my feet is still free - but with Betty sitting on my back, it is impossible. Angela then took the roll of duct tape, and duct taped my ankles and my knees. She then made me sit in between she and Betty, and forced me to watch their show.

It was now five in the afternoon. And here I am, bound and gagged, forced to watch TV between the two girls. And the show they are watching made things worst. What they’re watching is absolutely not my taste. Watching that show in my position it is like hell on earth. Oh it’s torture! I had to endure watching it for - I don’t know - watching it makes it seem like forever. I tried to close my eyes, but the threat of tickle torture prevented me from doing it. So I ended up watching it for what seems like forever, but actually is thirty minutes.

So I was forced to watch the terrible show for 30 minutes. Like do I have any choice?

Ten minutes later, Mom unexpectedly joined us.

“Why is he tied-up?” she asked.

“It’s a game, Mom!” Betty cheerfully said.

“And who tied your brother?” Mom asked.

“Angela did! I just helped.” Betty explained.

“Alright. But your brother must consent to this. I don’t mind you tying each other up, I played them when I was a kid like you. But the one you’re tying must consent to being tied-up, or you’re in big trouble!” Mom told the girls.

She turned to me, and asked, “Did you consent to this?”

As much as part of me to shake my head no for her to be able to free me, I didn’t want people to tease me in the future for being a chicken and not be able to take it. Even though it is torture to watch her TV show, it is worst to be picked on and teased for bowing out. Besides, if I quit at this stage, it would mean that I can’t take my revenge as I would like to in the future. And I know they would blab to my brothers about this one, so I decided that I would to say yes, or nod yes.

I nodded.

Still not satisfied, she unwound the duct tape around my head, and removed the smelly socks from my mouth.

“This is filthy! Get clean socks if you still want to gag him!” Mom commanded. Betty immediately went to my room and grabbed some clean white socks.

“Did you consent to this?” Mom asked.

“Yes Mom.” I responded.

“Does the ropes hurt?”

“No Mom. The ropes are fine.” I replied.

By that time, Betty returned with the clean socks. Mom wadded it up.

“Open your mouth.” She asked. “After all, you wouldn’t want me interrupting your game, would I?”

I opened my mouth and Mom inserted the sock in my mouth. At least it wasn’t as disgusting as socks fresh from your feet.

“Angela, what should I use, duct tape or just cloth around his mouth?” she asked.

“Duct tape his mouth, Mrs. Ford.” Angela replied.

With that, she wrapped duct tape around my mouth once or twice.

After that, she inspected the ropes around my wrists.

“How did learn to tie like that?” Mom asked Angela.

“Dad taught me! He once served in the Navy and learned his knots there. Some of his knots, Dad told me, he learned when he was a little boy.” Angela responded.

She chatted a little bit longer with the girls. Ten minutes later, she was about to go to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. Before she left, she asked the girls a couple of questions.

“How long do you plan to keep him tied up?” Mom asked.

Angela thought for a moment, then blurted out, “About six.”

“Then make sure you untie him by six!” she then left us.

So after the half-hour, about five-thirty in the afternoon, Betty stood up and turned off the TV. Boy, was I relieved. Although they won’t untie me yet, at least I would not watch the girls’ TV show. I squirmed and twisted a bit in my bound and gagged position to make myself as comfortable as I can be, and groaned to adjust my jaw.

Then, without warning, the girls attacked. They positioned me so that I would be lying on my back on the couch, then tickled my feet, my sides, my ribs, my armpit and my stomach. I just laughed my head off, laughing and laughing all the way. I also shouted, and shouted, and it came out through the gag as mmmppphhhhsssss. They tickled me for a total of fifteen minutes. By this time, Angela has taken a cue from our past games, and gave me 2-3 minute breaks to make sure I didn’t laugh myself to death.

At about five-forty five in the afternoon, Angela stopped.

“Since I won’t be able to get my revenge on Frank, I have something to ask you.”

I was surprised. I hadn’t expected this. What could she want from me.

“Tom, I want to join your little group.” she said.

So that was it. I want my gag off, so I didn’t nod or shake my head. I just mmmppphhh.

“Let me help you with that.” she then removed my gag.

“What are you talking about?” I said, pretending to not to know what she was talking about. Of course, I know all about it.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. I know you know all about it. Now, will you let me join?” she replied.

“What group?” I asked.

“You know, your little group with Andy, David, Chet, Jay, Donald and Frank. Don’t think I don’t know all about it. Betty told me everything you’ve been doing. I want to join your group and play with you!” Angela replied.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” I replied, then laughed. It just antagonized the girls, and they tickled me more.

“Okay, okay, stop, stop, stop!” I said, gasping for my breath.

“Will you let me join you’re group?” Angela asked.

“I can’t ha, ha, ha, ha!” she tickled me every time I would say no.

“Ha, ha, ha, really, I can’t. I’m not the one who calls the shots.” I said.

They stopped their tickling. “And who calls the shots?” Angela asked.

“Andrew!” I replied.

Actually, it was just an excuse so that Angela and Betty would stop tickling me. And I wouldn’t want to be blamed by the others for admitting Angela to our little group. And like the rest of us, I don’t want any girl joining us. Remember, when you’re nine or ten years old, boys and girls are mortal enemies. Although there are girls participating in some of our games, like Betty and Nancy and Cathy, the only thing they did is untie us, and they did not tie anyone us or we did not tie any of them for that matter. Besides, we still remember Nancy and Cathy’s reaction on our third game. So up to now, our games are usually an all boys affair, with some girls doing some minor contribution.

But there is some truth in the fact that Andrew is the one who calls the shots. When I look back on those days, it is obvious that my older brother Andrew is the de facto leader of our group. Nobody, of course, not even Andrew himself, would admit being the leader. We have no formal leader. But Andrew usually, and almost all the time, gets his way, he could even persuade or convince others to his point of view. David almost always supports his best friend’s positions no matter what, Chester and Jay usually defer to what my brother wants. Frank, who is more like my brother than I am, almost always fuss over everything my brother does, but Andrew usually is able sway Frank to his point of view in the end. And Donald, well usually does what the rest of us will do. I usually argue with my brother over many things, but he usually wins arguments. Don’t get me wrong. My brother is very fair in playing our games. One case is he’s strict enforcement of our unwritten rules, and it is due to his effort that our games had not spiraled out of control. Still, he is shrewd, sly, calculating, intelligent, and most importantly - lucky. That is why he wins most of the games.

Anyway, back to our story. Angela is apparently puzzled by what I said.

“In that case, ask him, okay?” Angela then tickled me to get an answer.

“Okay, okay, ha, ha, I’ll ask, ha, ha him!”

“Promise?”

“I, ha, ha promise, just stop the tickle!”

“You promise?”

“I promise!”

“You also promise that you’ll get me in your group no matter what?”

“I can’t promise, ha, ha, you ha, ha okay, okay, I promise, just stop the tickling!”

“Call your Mom Betty, I’ll need a witness so he won’t forget his promise.” Angela said.

Betty called Mom, who promptly came.

“Okay, promise in front of you’re Mom, or else, you’ll get the worst tickle torture ever!!!” Angela threatened.

I was tired of the tickle torture, and simply gave in. Mom soon arrived.

“Okay Tom, repeat what you promised me!”

“I promise, that I would get Angela in our little group no matter what by next week!” I said that in front of Mom.

“You sure of this, Tom!” Mom asked.

“Yes Mom!” was all could say.

“Okay! But remember, once you made a promise, you must keep it.” Mom said.

All I could do is nod. Now, I am stuck with the problem of how to convince my brother to let a girl in our group.

It was now two minutes to six. Angela indicated that she would now leave, and said goodbye to my Mom and Betty and me, gagged me with the same sock and wrapped duct tape around my head and left. Betty and Mom left me still bound.

Ten minutes later, Andrew and David arrived. David is going to be sleeping over that night. When they saw me bound and gagged, they asked what happened. Betty then told Andrew and David what had happened. She didn’t tell them, however, of the promise I made.

Andrew and David then laughed hysterically. I just mmmpppphhhhh in my gag.

“If you let two girls tie you up, then you don’t deserve to be untied!” Andrew said while laughing. “I can’t believe that they did this to you!”

“You know, you don’t need to tickle me to make me laugh to death. You’re already making me laugh so hard!!” David said, after laughing so hard he’s stomach is hurting.

“Now boys, untie him now!” Mom said.

Andrew and David then untied me. I wasn’t sore at them, because I also blamed myself for letting this happen. The problem is how do I convince my friends, especially my brother, to let Angela join us. It would be tough, but I can’t back out of a promise, especially one I made in front of Mom.

Dad arrived at about seven with Barney, John and Lawrence. They were told about what happened, with the exception of the promise I made, and they had a good laugh about it at my expense.

Was I able to persuade my brother or my other friends to let a girl in our group? Did Angela become a full-fledged member of our group? Read the next part and find out!

It was a cool summer day, and I was with Kalie and Jenny over at Jenny's house. Everyone was really bored, so we decided to get a little drunk...not much though. After that, I was a little tipsy...and Jenny and Kalie were not drunk...but far from sober. Jenny's mom had a bunch of mats on the floor from doing yoga, and Jenny and Kalie started wrestling...which turned me on a lot. Me, being the horny teen I was (and still am), said they should have a wrestling match...where you try to tie each other up. They both laughed, but to my suprise, agreed! I went into Jenny's garage and got some clothesline rope, and then got 3 bandanna's from Jenny's room (light blue, red, and black).

Kalie and Jenny both changed in the bathroom into more "comfortable" clothes. Kalie was wearing grey baggy sweats and a white long-sleeve tight shirt, while Jenny was wearing shiny blue pajama bottoms and a white tank top w/ a bare midriff. Both were barefoot. I cut the clothesline into about 10 equal strips of rope. and placed the gags next to the map w/ the rope.

They got on the mat...and started chuckling. I pretty much asked if they wanted to do this, and they did...so I said "GO!!" and it started!!

Jenny lunged after Kalie, but Kalie (being a bit bigger) was able to push her down and pin her to the mat. Kalie looked like she was dominating until Jenny wrapped her feet around Kalie's waist and hung on tight. Kalie threw Jenny up and down onto the mat until Jenny finally released her grip from being exhausted after being slammed against that mat. Kalie took advantage of this and flipped Jenny onto her back and began tying her wrists together. This one looks like it's over!!

Kalie securely bound Jenny's wrists before Jenny could even squirm away. Kalie did a good job too cuz Jenny wriggled around and wasn't going anywhere. She was still currently on her stomach. Kalie then smooshed Jenny's cheeks together and said "I got you now Bitch!" in a playful voice. Jenny said nothing but grunting, trying to release her bonds. I stated to Kalie if Jenny releases herself, then she becomes the victor! So, as I expected, Kalie got some more rope, and further began binding Jenny.

Kalie grabbed Jenny's small ankles, and started wrapping the clothesline around them over the warm-ups. She then finished if off by cinching it up. Jenny continued to struggle and grunnt.

"untie me!!" Jenny pleaded
But Kalie took one of Jenny's socks (from her bedroom) and stuffed it into her mouth. She then took the black bandana, folded it, and effectively cleave-gagged Jenny and tied it off in the back. Jenny mmmppphhhhggg'ed through her gagged while me and kalie laughed. Kalie then brought up a question I thought she'd never ask:

"Should I hogtie her?!"

Jenny began to scream through her gag and squirm on the floor hastily. Something along the lines of "mmmppphhh-oh-mmpphhgg-no-you're-mmmpphh-not-mpphhggg"

Kalie grabbed another peice of clothesline, and tied one end to her wrist bonds, then ran it up to her ankles, and back to her wrists. She then pulled it until her fingers were touching her soles of her feet. Kalie then tied it off and examined her handiwork.

Jenny just lay there, squirming and mmpphhgging on the floor, wishing she never tried this game.

I'm sure someone must be interested in this sort of thing. So if you are, send me an e-mail and I'll tell you the whole PAINFUL story!

Note: The following story is very long, you may want to scroll down and see if you're willing to commit to it... ;)

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Well, I didn’t have a bondage-filled childhood like a couple of you did, but I had a couple interesting experiences when I was younger. I first remember liking the feeling of confinement when I was 8 or 9, while in a somewhat narrow sleeping bag. I didn’t realize then what it was, just that I liked it. I played a couple of tie-up games, but they weren’t that memorable or exciting, due to the lack of experience from all parties involved.

The first time I was really tied up was when I was 12. Let me give some background on this incident.

All my life, I’ve gone to private, Christian schools. Due to this, and due to growing up in a Christian home, me and (most of) my friends lived somewhat sheltered lives. We weren’t completely ignorant of the world, but some things we simply didn’t know (I don’t begrudge this at all, I don’t think 10-12 year olds should be porno experts like some are now). We knew what sex was and all that, but I personally just hadn’t thought about it that much.

Our school had our own little faux-Boy/Girl Scout club. It was actually pretty fun, resembled the Boy Scouts in most ways, but it was simply in a Christian environment. Every other month, we would either go camping, or go to the mountains and go rock climbing/white-water rafting (depending on the season).

Whenever we would go rock climbing, we wouldn’t actually camp, but would sleep in the gym of another Christian school (it would always be during summer, so we never had to worry about interrupting classes).

The school grounds were excellent. At night, we could have the most awesome tag/hide-and-seek games. On one side of the school, there was a field extending from the building. It was about 100 m wide by 100 m wide. The squarish field was surrounded by dense forest. At night, the field was well lit, but the forest was pitch dark. And there was always a most awesome view of Mt Shasta (the school was WAY up Northern California).

Our favorite game to play was a variation of hide-and-seek. There were two teams: the evaders and the defenders. The evaders team was always much larger than the defenders. The defenders always had the ‘Scout Leaders’ (I honestly can’t remember what we called them, so I will refer to them as Scout Leaders) on their side, and usually the bigger, older, and more athletic kids.

The objective? The evaders had to get across the field, to the door on the side of the school. Once on the field, getting touched by two hands by the defenders meant that you were ‘captured’.

Strangely enough, off on the right side of the field, there was an old shed. The door faced the forest (a mere 5-10 meters away). That was where you were taken if you were captured. Typically, you would have to sit on the outside of the shed, and could not move. If an evader came up and touched you, you were ‘free’, and you and your rescuer got a free pass back to the forest (which was a safe zone). If an evader made it to the door, one prisoner would be loosed into the forest. The game ends either with all the evaders making it to the door, or all of them being captured.

This was an extremely popular game, but it was always much harder to be a defender. It was simply too easy to coordinate a multi-person dash for the prisoner, fake out the guard, and tag multiple people before reinforcements arrived. The defenders rarely won (and the teams usually consisted of the same people).

So, one time, one of our Scout leaders got us all together before the game started, and proposed a slight change in the rules.

1. Captives were taken inside the shed.

We had no problem with this one, and were ready for the game to be a little harder for the evaders (even we were getting a little bored with winning all the time).

2. Inside the shed, the captives could be tied.

This got our attention. We questioned the nature of the tying, and the Scout Leader showed a package of ropes and a couple rolls of duct tape. We were about to say “No,” when he tacked on this other rule.

3. Tied captives can escape, and no one can *directly* guard the shed. (meaning, you could keep an eye on the shed, but nobody could just stand in front of it.

That salved our concerns, and we quickly discussed a couple of other rules.

4. On the field, the two-hand-touch rule still applied to capture. However, the forest is no longer a safe zone. The Defenders could go out and hunt down Evaders. But, they couldn’t just touch the person, they had to catch them.

This brought grins to our faces. None of us younger kids believed we could get caught.

5. There were no ‘free passes’ for rescuers; they had to untie a prisoner, and make it back to the woods with out getting touched.

There were a couple other rules, but I can’t quite remember them. I’ll mention them if they come to mind during this retelling.

We (the evaders) asked for one other rule: Before the game started, we had 15 minutes to work up a plan. This concession was suggested by the oldest (and smartest) member of the Evaders. I think he was 16, and he wanted to show up his friends. He apparently didn’t believe we could win this new game without real strategy.

We played this game every single night of the four nights we stayed there, and each one sticks out vividly in my mind. I will do them all separately, and I might even split some of the nights up, since we occasionally played more than one very long round.

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Night One

We jogged out to the woods, out of sight, and began talking. I don’t really remember the extent of the strategy, except that there was a fairly elaborate double-fakeout-rush play that would involve a good two-thirds of our team. I was one of the people not involved in this plan, I simply volunteered to go off on my own, and give the Defenders something else to worry about. I also mentioned that I would try to be a rescuer, if the opportunity arose. That worked out fine with our faux-military strategists. There was only one thing we were all agreed on. If captured in the woods, give a warning shout to alarm any nearby people who needed to get away quickly to avoid capture.

We had already split up by the time our Scout Leader shouted loudly from the field that the game was beginning in one minute. I went off to one side (if you were to face the forest from the school, it would have been the right side. I will refer to sides based on that impromptu measurement) and crouched down to wait. I was about 10 feet back from the edge of the forest, one eye peeking around the tree and looking at the field. There were war cries, and I realized the game had started.

I quickly estimated odds. Since some people chose to skip games every once in a while, the teams were always slightly different. Everyone was playing this game, due to the new rules. I guessed there were probably 35 people on my team, judging from our little meeting. It looked like we were up against 20-25 people. I noticed only about 10 staying behind to guard the field, the rest walked out in groups of threes, carrying various lengths of rope and other things I couldn’t really make out.

Now, at this point in my life, I hadn’t quite realized that I truly liked being tied up. And the competitive spirit in me drove any desire to be captured. I hunkered down in the shadow of a fairly large log, and waited for all the hunting parties to go past. None came really close, but I was still glad I was wearing dark clothing. Knowing that these games usually took a while, I sat up, watched the field from the shadows, and waiting, looking for a chance to run to the door (which was still the safe point).

About 5 minutes into the game, I saw one of the ‘hunting parties’ come running out of the woods….carrying one of my bound teammates. Eyes widening, I sat up, watching them run toward the shed. The defenders started cheering, and one of the adults mentioned to them that the ropes to bind the prisoners were inside the shed.

I was annoyed. Not only had they reduced the number of my teammates, but the guy hadn’t even given a warning! Then I saw why. The helpless captive was gagged. At first, I was puzzled. What had they used? Then I remembered. For a fundraiser, one of the adults had bought a BIG package of cheap towels and washcloths, but for our car wash, they were completely ineffective, but they had never been thrown away.

Annoyed, I now realized I would have to make an attempt to rescue him. I stayed put for a few more minutes, and the three captors came out of the shed, on the hunt again. They weren’t heading toward me, so I wasn’t too worried. Actually, I was so wrapped up in trying to figure out a silent way into the shed, that my attention on my surroundings dimmed.

I stretched, yawning, when suddenly, one of those cheap washcloths entered my mouth. I felt my arms yanked backward, and I was dumped unceremoniously to the ground, face first. A strip of duct tape was slapped on over my mouth, and within 5 seconds, my wrists were tied together. The cloth briefly tickled the back of my throat, sending me into a coughing fit. All activity on my capture hesitated. One of them ripped the tape from my mouth, and I spit out the cloth, coughing.

One of them asked “Are you okay?” The objective of this wasn’t to hurt someone, and they thought I was choking on the cloth, not merely coughing. I nodded yes, and they helped me to my feet, my wrists still crossed behind my back.

“Don’t make noise and we won’t gag you,” one of them said, obviously startled by my coughing fit. I moaned inwardly. Warn my team, or give myself comfort? It was only a split second decision.

“GGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEET AWAAAAAAAY! I’VEEEEE BEEEEEEN CAAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHHHT!” My captors were so startled, they didn’t take action immediately. I quickly began another round of hollering, when they jammed the cloth back in and sealed it with the tape. I immediately realized that one strip of duct tape could be pushed out, but I decided not to exercise that revelation just yet. I was half-dragged, half-run to the shed, which was actually pretty close. I was pushed to the floor, where my ankles were quickly trussed up.

Let me describe the shed for a second. It was 20 feet by 15 feet, and had several support beams all around, mostly to hang tools on, it appeared. It was also empty except for us captors and captives, a massive pile of ropes, a roll of duct tape, and a couple of chairs. The shed was actually VERY sturdy, had beams on the ceilings, shelves, so on and so forth. I was sat into the chair, where my captors quickly realized that the back was too big for my wrists to go behind.

They untied my hands for a brief moment, then retied them in front of me. Jim, the other captive, watched. He was not gagged (not like it matters, shouting would only alert the guards to a possible rescue attempt). Grabbing some thicker rope, they began to wind the rope around my arms and the chair, criss-crossing the slats, going between my arms, pinning me to the back of the chair. They tied it off out of my reach, and then began tying my legs to the chair legs individually. Finally, they bound my thighs down to the bottom of the chair, completely immobilizing me to the chair. Smirking, they stepped outside, ready to go hunt for another person.

Too bad they made one crucial mistake.

When they tied my arms in front of me, and wrapped the rope around me, they in no way restrained my arms below my elbows. Grunting, I got my tongue behind the cloth, and pushed it against the duct tape. After a moment, it came free, and simply hung on one side of my fact, not covering my mouth at all. Jim, sitting on the floor with his wrists tied around a pole, raised his eyebrows.

“Can you get free?”

I nodded. “Yup.”

I bent my elbows, and raised my wrists to my mouth. It wasn’t very hard, just a little extra pressure against the bonds. I began picking at the knots with my teeth, and they came free within a minute. Jim snorted loudly, “Wish I had been caught by THOSE guys.”

I grinned, and began squirming the ropes off of my arms and chest. I could hear shouting outside, laughing and screaming, and was afraid of getting a new roommate soon. Within 3 minutes, I was completely free. I squatted by Jim, and undid his wrist ropes. Those weren’t tied expertly, but the knot was out of reach. Jim untied his ankles, and we both stood.

Now, being 12, I thought I was now the slickest person on earth, a living James Bond. Without thinking, I opened the door to the shed and stepped out….and found my original captors standing 10 feet away with another captive! They stared at me, open mouthed, and I stared back, frozen in fear.

“GET HIM!”

All three of them charged me, ignoring their other captive. Seeing them move set me into action, and I dashed for the trees. I tried to leap over a bush, but I didn’t clear it. My feet caught, and I fell onto the ground like a ton of bricks. “Ooooooomph!!”

I tried to move, but the wind was knocked out of me, and all I could do was gasp for air. My pursuers leapt on top of me, pinning me to the ground. I didn’t even try to resist this time. They were older, stronger, and bigger than me, and royally ticked off. They tied my wrists together VERY tightly, gagged me again, and then hustled me into the shed again. Much to their chagrin, they realized that the shed was now devoid of other occupants. I looked at their faces, and I think they could see me smiling through the duct tape. Growling, they pushed me to the floor, and tied my ankles together tightly again, removing my shoes in the process. They stood me up again, and one of them (I think his name was John) took the duct tape off, and flung the cloth out of my mouth. I worked my jaw, breathing from my mouth, knowing that it was probably a short-lived respite. I wasn’t disappointed.

They got straight to the point. “Who got you out?” they demanded.

I smiled. I couldn’t resist rubbing it in their faces. “You guys really suck at tying knots, it was so easy to get out…”

“YOU escaped!?”

“Uh-huh,” was my mocking reply.

John growled, and then, his eyes shifted. A smile crossed his face, and he reached above and behind my head for a moment, and grabbed something. He looked at me, and then at his partners in crime.

“I’ve got a real good idea.”

My heart sank. I knew this wasn’t good. John and one of his partners (Ron, I think), started sorting through the piles of ropes. They selected quite a few pieces, and went to work.

They checked my wrist bonds, and they were very tight. They started winding rope around my upper body again, extremely tightly. I was mostly silent, hoping that they would make a mistake again. I knew it wasn’t likely, as they started criss-crossing rope between my elbows, and around my body. There was no finesse involved with these ties (although they let Ron tie the knots; he had gotten honors in knot tying), they were simply rendering me immobile with quantity. After they were satisfied that I couldn’t move my arms much, they went to work on my legs. By now, I was leaning forward slightly, hoping my jeans would create enough slack that my tormentor couldn’t see that I was really enjoying this!

They tied my legs above and below the knees, so they were pinned together. I was still standing, wondering exactly where this was going. I was now only capable of squirming, but even that capacity would soon be reduced. They passed ropes over my shoulders, and then pulled them up between my legs. As soon as those ropes tightened, I knew I was in huge trouble. I could no longer shrug my shoulders, so tight they tightened the ropes (thankfully, the ropes pulled my hard-on flat, but not painfully, thereby hiding what I feared most would be discovered).

Now totally immobile, Ron asked, “What now?” John pulled his friends in close, and whispered the answer. They both burst out laughing, and went to grab more rope.

“What are you doing?” I blurted out.

“Aw, we can’t have you yelling for help, now can we?” John deadpanned.

Ron picked out a (fresh) cloth, and stuffed it in my mouth. I rolled my eyes, but made no attempt to speak through it. Much to my surprise, instead of ripping of a strip, he began winding the roll around my head. Damn, I thought, so much for pushing it out. Glumly, I stood there as Ron wrapped the roll at least 7 or 8 times around my head at slightly different levels, effectively covering my face from the nose down in duct tape. I could barely move my jaw, it was so tight.

John took the roll of tape from Ron’s hands, and ripped off a fairly large piece. Before I could react, he placed the tape over my eyes, making a makeshift blindfold. NOW I started to protest, trying to talk through the gag. My captors laughed at my unintelligible grunts.

“Lie down.” The command came swiftly, and I felt hands lower me to the ground, face first. I sighed loudly, figuring I was going to be hooked onto the nearby pole. Not quite. I felt some tugging on my ankles, prompting a few grunts of protest from me.

“They’re tight,” Ron stated.

“Good.”

I guessed it had been around 30-45 minutes since they started, when I felt some pressure on my ankle bonds. Murmuring grouchily, I shifted slightly.

“Now.”

Suddenly, my feet lifted off of the ground, and one grunt of exertion later, my three antagonists had me hanging upside down! Shocked, I suddenly realized what John had been grabbing at earlier: He had been testing his weight on one of the O-ring hooks used to hang stuff on. Wriggling mightily, I shouting as best as I could, screaming to be let down. The tape came off of my eyes, and I found myself staring at the ground, a good three feet beneath my head.

John knelt down, face-to-face with me, and smiled. “You ain’t getting out of this one. Excuse me while I go find you company.”

I twisted around frantically, and saw how they raised me up. They used the hook as a makeshift pulley/fulcrum, and tied the end to another hook farther along. John chortled loudly, and then put the tape back on my eyes. I went absolutely ballistic. Screaming the best I could and thrashing around, I struggled against my bonds. The door to the shed shut, and I was all alone, upside down, gagged and blindfolded, without a prayer of a chance of escaping on my own.

I ceased my thrashing as soon as they left, and began working on my wrist bonds. I could hear screaming and laughter coming from the outside, and shouted commands came through the wall. I was somewhat proud of my teammates for evading capture for so long, but I hoped one of them would be tied less rigidly than I, so I could escape.

After a couple of minutes, I realized it was absolutely hopeless. They hadn’t tied my wrist bonds within reach. I relaxed my body, and hung in the ropes, trying to ignore the blood rushing to my head.

After what I’m guessing was 15 minutes (but felt like hours), the door opened, and people came in. I lifted my head the best I could, and tried to inquire who was at the door. When I heard muffled protests, I knew rescue was far off. Activity stopped for a moment, and then some new voices burst out laughing.

“Holy crap, look at him!” “Jeez, who did that?” “Ha! That’s priceless!”

I tried to say something, anything, but the gag was too damn effective. They laughed again. “Hey Mario, you want to be tied like that?” I heard the taunting cry. Muffled sounds DEFINITELY expressing a negative response filled the room.

They laughed again. “Don’t worry, just don’t escape and this won’t happen.”

I hung there in silence while they bound Mario to a chair. At one point they took off his gag. Mario asked a question about the rules that brought new hope to me. “Are we still playing when if someone makes it to safety one prisoner gets out?”

“Don’t think so, about 13 people have made it to safety so far.” My hopes had just been nuked. Dammit.

“I’ll ask though, I think that’s a good question.” I heard people leave, after apparently reinserting Mario’s gag, due to the muffled grunts I heard.

Groaning, I strained against the ropes again. I was still enjoying this immensely, but I was getting dizzy, and wanted OUT! I heard Mario quietly shifting. A minute later, the door opened again.

“I asked, no, you have to be rescued,” the voice said, crushing the faint hope of a rescuer again. “And actually, we decided that any prisoners left at the end of the game have to stay tied up for an extra half-hour, while the winners get sodas. The game ends in…half hour, I guess.” With that great piece of news, the door closed again.

I began swearing vehemently into the gag, producing unintelligible muffling sounds. Another hour in this! HELL NO! But there wasn’t much I could do about it, so I tried to enjoy where I was, and ignore the blood pooling in my head. It actually wasn’t so bad, I think that I was tense and moving enough to keep blood flowing through my muscles instead of my head.

After about 10 minutes, a roar kicked up outside. Instinctively, I twisted, trying to pick out the sound. A LOT of people were cheering, whooping and hollering. I realized that THIS was the big play, where all of the Evaders were to try to break the line of defense and make it to the safe point. I hung quietly (not much else I could do, eh?) and waited, resigned to my fate. I noticed that the sound seemed to drift away, and suddenly the door opened. Grimacing, I remained motionless. I felt a stunned silence fill the room.

“Damn, what did they do!” And then laughter. I recognized the voice as the voice of Trevor, the captive being brought in when I made a break for it the first time. Hope surged, and I twisted in his direction, making unintelligible noises.

“Man…hold still. Holy crap, thanks for giving me that escape chance, I wouldn’t have wanted to end up like that! Damn!” He cut through the tape sealing my mouth shut, and pulled it and the tape covering my eyes off. I blinked, even the dim light hurting my eyes. Trevor placed the scissors next to the roll of duct tape where he found it. “How long have you been here?”

I groaned. “What time is it now?”

He checked his watch, “About 10:15.”

I was floored. They had captured me at around 9. And if it took 45 minutes to put me up there… “I was only up here a half-hour? Seemed longer.”

Trevor untied the knot from the ceiling using a chair, and slowly lowered me to the ground. I was lying up on my back, staring at the ceiling, my equilibrium totally thrown off. Trevor untied my wrists, and began unwrapping the rope from my chest. After he got my arms free, I went to work on my legs, feeling incredibly stiff. Trevor untied Mario, and helped me undo the knots around my ankles. He stepped outside for a moment, and looked around the corner.

“I uh…think the game’s over…”

“Huh?”

“It looked like most everyone made it out,” he laughed. “I think we won.”

Yeah, I felt like a winner.

That’s the end of night one, I’ll post more later, maybe…

Last time, Betty and Angela attacked me while I was watching TV. I was soon bound and gagged, and force to watch their TV show. I was then tickle tortured, and before I was release I was forced to promise before my Mom to let Angela in our group. She didn’t even let me go when she left, it was Andrew and David who untied me when they arrive, after laughing at my expense, however.

It was Saturday morning. I woke up at eight, one hour later than usual. (I usually wake up at seven, but due to my experience with Angela last night, I decided to wake one hour late.) John and Lawrence were still asleep, while Barney had gone next door to Donald’s place. I changed, washed and went to the kitchen, where Mom greeted me. I ate breakfast and went outside, looking for Andrew or David.

I went out the front porch, where I saw Andrew and David playing kickball. I soon joined them. We played for a straight 2 hours, going from kickball to tag. After two hours, it was getting hot, and we all went to my front porch to rest. It is there that I ask the question.

“Hey, what if we let Angela join in!” I suddenly said.

“Join what?” David asked.

“You know, our group with Frank, Donald, Chet and Jay. You know!” I made some hand gestures, for I didn’t know what our called then.

Andrew and David then burst into laughter for a few seconds.

“That’s a good one! Angela - a girl, joining our group. What are you going to think of next! ” Andrew jokingly said.

“Guys, this is not a joke! I’m serious!” I replied.

Both of them looked at me as if I have gone mad. I can see from their faces and eyes that they doubt my very sanity at that moment.

“You’ve got to be kidding! Admit Angela, I see a better chance of being hit by lightning that a girl joining us!” David responded.

“Are you crazy? Let Angela join? Fat chance! The others would just laugh at it!” Andrew added.

“But why not?” I asked.

“Well, maybe because she’s a girl!!!” David said.

“So what?” They can tie knots as good as boys.

“Maybe so, but I don’t want anybody to whine about being tied too tight, and I especially hate crybabies, and that’s what girls are. Remember Cathy and Nancy, they wouldn’t even want to follow the rules, and when they did, you know what happened.” Andrew said.

“But Angela’s different!” I replied.

“All girls are the same!! Remember my sisters!” David said.

“What’s the matter Tom? I’m your brother, and I know you too well. What’s up?” Andrew asked.

I then decided to tell all what happened, even the promise I made in front of Mom.

They just listened, and when it was over, they just laughed harder.

“Okay, okay, so that’s the real reason you want her in! You shouldn’t have beat around the bush!” David said after both of them stopped laughing.

“But is she in?” I asked.

“Maybe. Look here, if you can convince three other guys to let her in, and if you beat us in the next game, maybe I’ll consider!” Andrew said.

It ended at that. We spent the rest of the morning watching Saturday morning cartoons.

After lunch, I went over to Frank’s to try to sway him over. When I asked him what did he think about it, he just gave me the ‘I think you’re crazy look!’ and said “I think you’re crazy, but why not? It would be fun to see how she fares at our games!”

Donald’s next. He is the easier, because he usually follows what the rest of us want. Frank and I asked him about it. We went to his house to ask him about it. When we arrived, he was watching TV with his younger brother Ben, and we immediately asked him.

“What do the others think?” Donald asked.

“They said it is O.K.!” I replied.

“I think it’s crazy, but if you think it’s OK, then I’m in!” Donald said.

Well, we have now three. Now, only one needed. David is out because he usually behind Andrew, so only Chester and Jay are left.

“Let’s get ‘em first, then we demand they support us! We can shoot two birds with one shot!” Donald proposed.

I thought about it. That is brilliant. We immediately agreed. We then went to Frank’s house where he gave us each a backpack and we stuffed it with ropes, duct tape, torn cloth, socks and handkerchief. It was about two in the afternoon when we walked toward the twins’ home. We knocked on the door, and Chester opened the door.

“What’s up - what the heck mmmppphhhh?!” We immediately pounced on him even before he finished his sentence. Frank & I grabbed him and pinned him to the ground. “Hey, what’s the - oh no you don’t!” Donald tackled Jay to the floor, and they wrestled on the floor. Meanwhile I pulled Chester’s arms behind him while Frank retrieved a piece of rope from his backpack and began wrapping his wrists with it. He wrapped it vertically then horizontally, cinched it, the knotted it off using a constrictor knot, then secured it using a double square knot. After securing Chester’s wrists, I left him to Frank then joined Donald in wrestling Jay. They are still rolling around in the floor when I joined them, when I did, we were quickly able to restrain him. We rolled him to his stomach and Donald pulled his arms behind him. I took a rope from my backpack and wrapped the rope around his wrists vertically then horizontally. I tried to tie his hands using the constrictor knot, but I was clumsy and failed two attempts at tying. I then decided to use a simple knot. It is not as complicated as the constrictor knot, but it is just as effective.

Frank meanwhile tied Chester’s ankles together using the constrictor knot secured by double square knots, then dragged him to the couch. There, Frank hog-tied Chester. Donald and I removed Jay’s shoes and sock, then duct taped his ankles. We then dragged him to a wooden chair, where, using a long piece of rope, secured him to the back of the chair. I wadded up his sock, then gagged him using his own socks (yuck!). Donald then duct taped his mouth to secure the sock in the mouth. I gave the other sock to Frank, who stuffed it in Chester’s mouth, then duct taped it.

We then proceeded to give them the usual half hour tickle torture with 2-3 breaks. We tickled them in the feet, stomach, sides, ribs and armpits. They of course, gave the usual reactions of laughter, shouts, which came out as mmmpphhhssss and squirms and struggles. Their faces became red because of the laughter, and their eyes on the verge of tears when we stopped.

I then went to Chester and removed his gag. I then asked him about Angela’s joining our group.

“You’ve got to be kidding! No way!” Chester said.

“Chet, you’ve got no choice. Either agree, or you suffer!!”

“You’re crazy if you think a girl’s gonna join us!!!” he replied.

I then tickled him in the sides.

“Well, will you agree or won’t you!”

“Ha, ha, you’re, ha, ha crazy, ha, ha, ha, ha if, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, okay, maybe, ha, ha, ha, okay, I agree, ha, ha, ha, just, ha, ha stop, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, the, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, tickling.”

By the time I was finished with him, he was breathing heavily and he had laughed his head off. I tickled him for ten minutes without breaks. I haven’t done this before, I usually tickle with breaks, but I was really desperate. I wanted him to jump the wagon and I tickled him relentlessly till he gave in. That tickling really cracked his resistance. He was begging for me to stop.

“Alright, even though I think you’re crazy, I’ll go along. Just don’t tickle me like that anymore!” he said.

That did it! I have now the four members to back me up. All I need to do to secure Angela’s membership to our group and keep my promise is capture Andrew and David and win our fourth game. I allowed Chester to recover his breath before we undid his hog-tie but kept his ankles tied up. We then hopped him near the phone, where Frank dialed the number of our house.

“Chet, invite Andrew and David here, Okay?” Frank told him.

“Yes!” Chester replied. Chester then invited Andrew. Chester did not try to warn Andrew, so the call went smoothly. He then told us that David was not in my house with my brother, but already went home. We decided to wait for Andrew, then make the call to David, so we won’t have to deal with them at once. We then re-gagged Chester and waited for my brother to arrive.

Fifteen minutes later, Andrew arrived. We hid behind the door, so we can surprise him. Andrew then entered, and we immediately pounced him. Andrew was clearly surprised, for was not able to fight for the first few moments. It was not, however, easy to bring down my brother. He is very strong for his age, and it took only the best efforts of Donald and me to pin him to the ground, roll him to his stomach and pull his arms behind him. Frank, who prepared the ropes and duct tape while we wrestled my brother, then took a piece of white rope and wrapped it around my brother’s wrists vertically then horizontally several times. He then knotted it off using a constrictor knot, then secured it with a double square knot.

I then took a clean white sock, wadded it, then shoved it into Andrew’s mouth. Frank sealed it with duct tape. Donald then tied his crossed ankles together. We then dragged my brother to the couch, where we hog-tied him.

“Three down, and one to go!” Donald proclaimed.

We then remove Chester’s gag, and instructed him to invite David to come over. I dialed his number, and like the first one, the call was made without a hitch. After the call, we re-gagged Chester, and hog-tied him in the floor. We then waited for David.

David arrived then minutes later. We hid behind the door, as usual, where we pounced on him as soon as he entered the house. We were able to pin him down with some difficulty, but once he was down, he gave us no trouble when we rolled him to his stomach and pull his arms behind his back. Frank then tied David’s wrist the same way he tied Andrew’s, and I shoved a clean, white, wadded handkerchief into is mouth, then duct taped it to prevent him from spitting it out. Donald meanwhile crossed David’s ankles, tied it with white rope. We then dragged him to the other heavy wooden chair in the living room, and using a long piece of rope, secured him with it.

After securing David to the chair, we stepped back to admire our handiwork. We had thoroughly checked everything to make sure they won’t escape. We scoured the living room to look for anything that might help them escape, and took all scissors, knives and other things that could conceivably be used to helped them free themselves. Chester and Jay had no pesky little brothers or sisters, so there would be no chance that somebody would help them.

I had accomplished my goals and the conditions necessary to admit Angela. Although my heart isn’t into it. I just did it to fulfill a promise I made in front of Mom. Still, I decided to deliver a speech to my captive audience regarding the matter.

“Andrew, David, I have met your conditions. Frank, Donald, and Chet agree with me that Angela can join our group. And since I won this game, there is no reason not to let her in!” After the ‘speech’, we began the tickle torture. We tickled them intensely, tickling them in the feet, the stomach, the sides and the ribs. They just laughed and shouted their heads off, and squirmed like worms. We tickled them for half an hour, with the usual 2-3 minutes. Chester, for obvious reasons, was spared the harsher treatment of the others.

After the half-hour, we went outside to wait out the next 30 minutes. We just sat in the front porch telling each other stories. After the 30 minutes is over, we returned, and they were pretty much the same when we left them. We had won our fourth victory. We untied them, and I reminded them that I had fulfilled their conditions.

“Maybe, but I said I might only consider letting her join us. I decided to tell you tomorrow what I planned for her.” Andrew said.

“Why don’t you tell us now?! There’s no need for delays!” I replied.

“Do you or don’t you want her in? Then wait tomorrow. Otherwise, all bets are off!” Andrew responded.

That was the end of it. We decided to wait until Sunday, the next day, to learn what he had planned. We spent the rest of that Saturday afternoon playing in the twins’ backyard, playing what ordinary 9 or 10 year-old boys normally play. We went to our respective homes at six. We went to church at Sunday morning, and we met at Frank’s house after church while we were still in Sunday coat and tie. Thus, we looked like mobsters in the movies planning some kidnapping. We went to Frank’s room where Andrew revealed his plan to us.

“The reason why we are doing this is because Tom has to keep his promise to his Mom. So this is my plan. David, Tom, Donald and Chet will go to Angela’s house Saturday morning at six. Don’t worry, her Mom and Dad seems OK with the idea. You will go into her room and tie and gag her up while she is still in bed. Don’t tie her feet, for then, march her across the streets toward Tom and my house. There, Frank, Jay and I would prepare her torture. Tie the ropes as tight as you want; just make sure she doesn’t get hurt. Scare her all you want, for if she whines a bit or cry or complain, untie her and tell her she failed the ‘initiation’. If she survives and manage to reach our house, we will torture her. Just don’t hurt her. If she manages to survive that, then maybe she could join us. Is everything clear?” Andrew explained.

It is crystal clear to everyone for nobody asked any question. To me, the plan is perfect. I am so sure that she will whine or complain or cry while the initiation is going on, that we won’t have to let her join. Thus, I am able to keep my promise at the same time we would not have to let any girl join us.

Did the plan work? Read next part and find out!

The kids came out, took my blindfold off and rolled me off the porch to the garage, they opened the door and pushed me in, then they untied me just from the chair. they stood me up against a pole off near the corner of the garage. the worst part was there were plenty of rolls of duct tape in the garage that i could see. they took only one roll and started at my shoulders and wrapped me to the poll, they stopped wrapping me up when they reached my ankles. once they were done and satisfied, they left the garage and closed the door. i was stuck in pitch black. i didn't know how much time went by but i was very tired and getting very sore from being tied up all day. the door to the kitchen opened and kathy walked in to throw a trash bag, she didn't see me so i started to make noises but my thick gag(1 sock in my mouth, 2 tied around and a whole lotta duct tape) prevented her from hearing me, she walked back in and shut the door.

what seemed like hours went by very, very slowly. the kitchen door opened again. i hoped it was kathy because i knew those kids untie me. the light came on, and she walked to her right and got a broom, she turned around and saw me and dropped the broom. she kept apologizing on her kid's behalf promising this would never happen again, i didn't care i just wanted to get loose. she ran inside and got her kids into the garage and made them untie me. it took almost an hour to untie me, finally i was loose, when i looked at the clock inside it was almost 11:30. i realized i had been tied up for about 8 hours. since then i haven't been asked to babysit for them again. oh darn, i just with kathy would tie me up and have her way with me!!!

Nice to hear from our old regulars (Tom Ford, Lisa), and new people as well. Could things get any better?

~Chris

And where's Melissa been lately?

I am currently editing and formatting his latest story "The New Guys" and will be adding it to the " Richard UK Fan Site " as soon as I can.

I gather there are no artists here who are interested in illustrating Richard's stories for my site? I did ask before and got no bites. See my site for my email address.

Just don't send me pictures without introducing yourself first. I delete any message containing an attachment without reading it, unless I am expecting an attachment. It's the only way I can deal with the spammers and stupid script kiddies trying to send me viruses. :-(

I am still Richard's #1 fan! :-)

~An Angry Chris

During my last story, I managed to sway Frank and Donald over to the idea of Angela joining us. I then attacked Chester and Jay, where I tortured Chester until he was forced to make a 180° turn on his position on Angela. We then captured Andrew and David and won this game, which was one of the conditions by which the guys would consider admitting her. Andrew then laid out his plan. We would kidnap her in her bed at Saturday morning at six. She could back out or go along. Backing out, however, would mean that she failed the initiation and would not be able to join. If she went along, she must be able to take all that we throw at her and not crack, meaning cry or whine or things like that or she is through.

The following week is very busy, yet the anticipation of what might happen the next Saturday made the week’s burden somewhat easier to bear. Angela kept bugging me on whether or not I was able to get her in. I then decided to scare her, saying things like, “be prepared!” or “you won’t survive!” She apparently got the hints that I was dropping by my scare tactics.

“So I’m in.” Angela said to me on a Wednesday afternoon.

“Not yet!” I replied.

“Don’t play games with me. I know I’m in because of what you are saying!!” Angela replied.

“What are you talking about?” I asked with a mixture mock amazement mock curiosity.

“You won’t be saying that if I’m not in!!” Angela said. “Admit it!”

“Well, just prepare yourself. For if you fail to take what we have in store for you, then - “ I said.

“I can take anything you throw!!!!” Angela didn’t even let me finish. “What do you have in mind?” She asked me for specifics.

“You’ll see, you’ll see. Expect it within the two weeks!!” I didn’t tell more than that, even though she nagged me almost all the time. But I didn’t tell her more that I just told her.

Friday afternoon. We decided to prepare for the initiation and abduction. David and Frank is sleeping over at our house, while Chester and Jay is at Donald’s. David and Frank each brought a backpack filled with supplies. There was coils of rope, rolls of duct tape, enough cloth to gag an entire army and long enough to use for tying one’s limbs. We decided to meet at our house during the afternoon and make last minute preparations and planning.

I was awakened by my alarm clock at around 5:30 in the morning. Already the sun has risen. I’m still very sleepy, but I forced myself to rise. I woke Frank who is still sound asleep and who seemed not to be bothered by the alarm clock.

“Rise and shine, sleepy head!” I shouted while shaking him. He then lazily opened his eyes, then slowly got-up. I made my bed and then went to the bathroom where I washed. I then changed from my pjs into black slacks, and black shirt. I then prepared my backpack, filling it with needed supplies. Frank changed into jeans and a gray shirt.

Our parents, as usual, were already up at that early hour. They were used to us playing very early in the morning and generally had no objections to it as long as we already had eaten our breakfast. They were in the kitchen having breakfast when Frank and I joined them. Andrew and David are already awake eating breakfast with Mom and Dad, which surprised me. How early can a 10-year-old kid rise!? But then again, knowing my brother, I was not too surprised. Andrew is wearing jeans and a red shirt. David is wearing black slacks and black shirt like me - after all, he, like myself, is part of the kidnapping party.

We discussed about what would happen. Angela and Henry’s parents are generally A-OK with the idea - to them, it is just childhood fun or an innocent prank on her daughter. We assured them days ago that if she did not want to participate, we would immediately stop. And we got assurances that they would not warn their daughter about our ‘prank’. We then talked about what Angela’s reaction might be. Generally, all of us did not expect her to be able to take whatever we threw at her. However, part of me, and I guest Andrew and the others too, wanted her to be able to take it all, just for the fun of it. We admitted that it would indeed be more fun if she got through it.

After eating breakfast, at about 5:50 AM, Donald, Chester and Jay arrived. Donald and Chester wore black like David and me, while Jay wore more casual clothes. We then made our move. Donald carried one backpack that was sufficient since we plan to kidnap only one girl. We left at about six, and it is already bright and sunny. We arrived at Angela’s house about fifteen minutes later, and Angela’s Mom greeted us.

“Isn’t this a little bit early boys?” she asked us.

“This is part of the surprise, Mrs. Dale!” David answered.

“Alright, just not too rough!”

We silently went to her room. She was sleeping soundly in her bed, unaware of what was to happen to her. We removed the blankets then decided to try to turn her over to her stomach and tie her hands behind her. By the way, she was wearing a pink nightgown up to her knees, and she was wearing socks. We tried to roll her over to her stomach without waking her up. After a couple of tries, we were able do it. Boy, was she a sound sleeper!! She didn’t even seem disturbed. Anyway, once she was on her stomach, we tried to pull her arms behind her back. It was more difficult to do this, because she was firmly clutching a huge teddy bear that she didn’t let go even while we were rolling her. Finally, after much effort, we were able to loosen her grip on her teddy bear, and gently were able to put her arms behind her back and cross her wrists. As I said, she was a sound sleeper! If I had tried that with the others, they surely would have been awakened. But not Angela. She slept like a bear in winter.

Donald then took a piece of white rope from his backpack and handed it to David. David then positioned her wrists palm to palm, and wrapped the rope vertically then horizontally several times, cinched it, knotted it off using the constrictor knot then secured it using a double square knot. I can see that the ropes were snug, but not painful and the knots are out of reach of her fingers.

We then slowly and carefully rolled her so that she was lying on her back. Still she was asleep. I then took a clean white handkerchief from my pocket and then carefully pressed her cheeks so that her mouth would slowly open. Once her mouth was open, I inserted the handkerchief in her mouth. I then took another handkerchief and inserted it all. Once I was done, her cheeks were bulging from the stuffing placed on her mouth. At the same time, Donald crossed her ankles and tied it with rope.

It was at this point that she began waking up. Maybe all that activity finally woke her! Anyway, Chester quickly prepared the duct tape and I immediately sealed her mouth with it to prevent Angela from spitting out the sock. Angela was by then partially awake. She tried to yawn and stretch and when she found that she couldn’t, she started squirming and mmmppphhhhing. That, I think, fully woke her. She was now wide-awake, thrashing against the ropes around her. She was clearly surprised! I could see it in her eyes and the expression in her face that she was trying to figure out what the hell had happened to her. She looked around and saw us, who where by this time laughing. I guess she finally realized what happened when she saw us. But she apparently didn’t figure out that this was the attack she was supposed to be prepared, because when she saw us, the expression on her eyes and face changed from surprise and bewilderment to anger. She mmmpphhh loudly, then managed by herself to sit up on the bed and stand up.

She then began hopping around her room, trying to uselessly attack us. After three failures by which she nearly fell and we had to help her balance herself, she then began hopping toward the door. She nearly reached it when Chester went between her and the doorknob. She then began to hop around the room aimlessly, while the four of us boys just looked at her and laughed uncontrollably. I guess the sight of a girl in her pink nightgown bound hand and foot is something that no boy could resist watching, but that sight hopping around aimlessly, trying to attack us, her nearly falling several times had we not helped her, shouting even though it only came out as faint mmmmpppsss and generally trying to make a fool of herself is something that nobody could resist laughing at. We laughed so hard that my stomach nearly was hurt from all that laughing, and the muscles in my jaw were exhausted. That sight has the same effect as if I was being tickled.

David then decided to end this. He and Chester grabbed Angela from all her hopping around and forcibly sat her on the bed.

“Look, you want to join us, right? Then you could go along with us. If you want this to stop, fine, we’ll untie you right now! But that means you failed our test and you won’t be able to join us. Now do you or do you not want to join us?” David sternly explained to her. “Nod if you want to join. Otherwise, just shake your head, and we’ll untie you!!”

That apparently calmed her down. She realized that this was not a mean prank at her by mean boys, but a test to determine whether or not she could take it.

“I told you won’t survive!” I said.

She then gave me what I would later call ‘the killer stare’ which was basically a cold look that could kill. I just smiled and laughed. She then defiantly turned to David, and nodded.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause what we have in store for you is not pretty!!” David asked.

Angela then nodded her head more vigorously and mmmmmppppphhh loudly which when translated, I think means ‘Do your worst!’

“Alright! Remember, no crying or whining or complaining, or you’re out! Any tears would automatically disqualify you!” David exclaimed. He then laid Angela on her bed, then flipped her so she lay on her stomach. He then took piece of rope, tied one end of it to her ankles and the other end to his wrists, hog-tying her.

“Let’s see if you can take this!!!” David, Donald, Chester and I then began the tickle offensive on Angela. I tickled the soles of her feet, Donald concentrated on her stomach, David her sides and Chester her armpits. She just went absolutely berserk! She squirmed, she struggled, she mmmpphhhhed loudly and she just laughed her head off. We continued to tickle her for a total of 10 minutes, with breaks of course.

After tickling, David undid her hog-tie. She was absolutely exhausted! She was breathing heavily, and her face was with from all that laughter. We then helped her to her feet.

“You do the honors!” David said to me. With that, I took a long piece of rope and wrapped it tightly around her waist several times, cinched it then tied the ends to her wrists. I positioned the knots, as usual, beyond the reach of her fingers. I took another long piece of rope, tied it around her upper body, cinched it then knotted it in front of her, pinning her arms to her sides.

David then sat her on the bed, removed the ropes tying her ankles. Donald then took her shoes and put it on her feet for her so that she would not walk barefoot or with only her socks on when we will march her to our place. By this time, Angela’s facial expression has changed. She was apparently, if I am not mistaken, smiling under her gag. She seems to be enjoying this. With Chester holding and guiding Angela, we walked out of her room into the kitchen where Angela’s Mom and Dad saw us.

“Are you okay?” Mrs. Dale asked her daughter.

Angela nodded.

“Did you consent to this?” Mrs. Dale asked.

Angela nodded.

“Do you want us to untie you?” Mr. Dale asked.

Angela shook her head no.

“Can you get out of those ropes?” Mr. Dale asked.

Angela shook her head.

His father then went and examined the knots. “Nice work boys!” he commented, then just told us to be careful. He then sent us off with a “Have Fun!!!”

We then went to the living room, where David took from his pocket a large handkerchief. He then used it blindfold Angela. We had never used blindfolds in our games before, so we were quite surprised that David used it on her. And I could see that Angela was not too happy about it, but, hey, what could she do about it?!

We then spun Angela so that she would lose her sense of direction. We then marched her out the door. We did not know if she knew that she was going out of the house, but so what? We then marched her to our house. It was about a quarter to seven when we marched her outside the house so most of the people in our town are either asleep or eating breakfast so almost nobody noticed. Chester was walking behind her clutching her arms and guiding her. David walked in front of her, while I walked at the right side of her while Donald at her left. Angela was walking in the streets bound, gagged and blindfolded while she was still on her pink nightgown although she was wearing shoes, and she seemed to be happy. She was walking erect and head high and with an air of defiance, even though she was utterly helpless. We of course made sure that nothing bad happens to her by walking her only on the smooth paths and making sure she was out of harms’ way. But that didn’t stop us from scaring her, saying things like “Look at all the people staring at you!” or “You’re headed straight for a cliff or “Oops, there’s an open manhole in front of you!” then continue to walk her forward! Of course, none of this was true, she was perfectly safe, but what the heck!

We arrived at our house at about seven ten in the morning. When we arrived, we encountered Betty, Barney and John, who were by this time wide-awake. They were already out of their pajamas and wearing everyday clothes. They saw Angela and were excited by what they saw. They asked me about what happened but David just gave them vague answers.

Chester then at David’s direction removed Angela’s blindfold. She was clearly surprised that we were in my house, and was apparently embarrassed to see her best friend - my sister- see her like this. She fumed and made a nearly lost her temper when David reminded her to keep her cool or else!

Andrew and Frank soon joined us.

“I see she haven’t snapped! How did the kidnapping go?” Andrew asked.

“It was perfect. There wasn’t any hitch to the plan!!!” David answered. Then he told Andrew, Frank and Jay, who also joined us, everything that happened.

“Do you want to be untied right now or do you want to go through with this. But if you say you want to be untied, you’re out!! But if you’re able to go though what we’ve got in store for you, there you’re in. Just shake your head if you want to quit, or nod if you want to continue.” Andrew told Angela.

Angela replied with a vigorous nod and mmmppphhh. We were, by this time, impressed by her, since we didn’t expect her to last this long. And we were having fun because of it. Still the initiation was not over.

Andrew made a gesture to Jay and Frank, who then got a hold of Angela, and then marched her to the attic. The rest of us, including Betty, John and Barney, also went with to the attic, curious of what Andrew has in store for her. When they reached the attic, they made her lie on her stomach on a dusty old couch. Frank then removed her shoes and socks, then Jay took a piece of rope, crossed and tied her ankles with it. He also tied her knees. He also tied the edges of her nightgown to her legs so that no one of us - since most of us are boys - would inadvertently look or see her undergarments. Frank then took another rope and hog-tied Angela with it. Angela, for her part, just groaned and squirmed which elicited laughter from all of us. After being hog-tied, she then began a futile effort to struggle. We all just watched her.

Then without warning, Andrew launched a tickle offensive by tickling her sides. This made Angela laugh wildly, which made the rest of us join in the tickling. We tickled her feet, her stomach, her sides, her ribs and her armpit. As usual, she went absolutely crazy!! We continued it for five minutes NON STOP. When it was over, her face was red, her eyes were on the verge of tears and she was absolutely exhausted. She managed to hold back her tears, however, and I could see from her eyes that she was already contemplating revenge. Of course, she could end all of it by just vigorously shaking her head and asking for all of this to stop, but she is no quitter.

After the tickling, Andrew then directed all of us to leave the attic. Angela then gave a puzzling mmmppphhh from under her gag.

“Oh we’ll leave you for a very, very long time. Let’s see if you can take it!! Or are you afraid and want to back out now?!” Frank mockingly said to Angela. She then gave a mmmppphhhhh and gave Frank a killer stare.

“You still want to continue?” Jay asked Angela.

Angela nodded.

“You sure?” Chester asked.

Angela nodded again.

“You really sure?” Donald asked.

Angela vigorously nodded and gave a loud mmppphhh. She was obviously irritated by all these questioning. We then left the attic. Andrew told us that we would return after the usual 30 minutes, at eight in the morning.

We spent our time playing and doing other kinds of stuff. We kept an eye on Betty, because we do not want her to go to the attic and free her Angela.

After 30 minutes, we returned. Andrew then removed Angela’s hog-tie and sat her on the chair. He then removed the gag, which was on her mouth for nearly two hours, and gave her a glass of water.

“Thanks! Now am I in?” She asked.

“Well, not yet. First you gotta answer some questions.” Andrew said.

“Can you take more of this in the future, ‘cause this is basically what we’re doing to each other!”

“Of course I can! You could throw ten times as worst and I would still be standing!” Angela responded.

“Sure, sure! But will you follow our rules?” David asked.

“What rules?” Angela asked

“Our rules. Tom will fill you in later. But are you going to follow our rules?” Andrew asked.

“Sure. As long as it’s fair!”

“It’s fair. It’s fair. Ask any of the guys and they’re gonna tell you it’s fair.” Andrew replied.

“Then Okay. I’ll play by your rules.”

“Then you’re in! You can be part of Tom’s team. We’re four and they’re three, so it’ll be fair.” Andrew said.

“Thanks. But I’ll be getting revenge on all of you for this!” Angela said.

“Oh I’m scared! But one of the rules is that you cannot turn on your companions or allies in a game and if you don’t follow it, you’re out!!” I replied.

We then untied her. We congratulated her for getting through all this and cheered her. Most of us, including myself, honestly didn’t believe she could take all of this, and would crack and not want to join us as a result. Most of us initially didn’t want her to join us, including myself. But her performance all impressed us, and that changed our minds about it, and near the end, we all rooted for her. And when she did make it, what can we do but cheer?

Angela thus became the 8th full member of our ‘group’. She is also the first girl ever to join us. Our group grew from me, my brother Andrew and his best friend David to my friend Frank and my cousin Donald, to our friends Chester and Jay, and now my sister’s best friend Angela. And Angela isn’t the last one to join us. All my younger brothers, Barney, John and Lawrence, my sister Betty, Angela’s brother Henry, my cousin Ben, even David’s sisters Nancy and Cathy would eventually become full members of the group.

It is one of the tie-up incidences in my childhood and in my teens by which I don’t have to even refer to my diary to recount. It is still clear on my memory what had happened on that late spring day. It is the first initiation that we conducted, and it won’t be the last.

Anyway, after all of that, Angela went to Betty’s room where my sister lent her some of her clothes - remember, she was still on her pink nightgown. She then went home - it is already 8:30 am - and said that she will join all of us at my house in the afternoon to discuss probably the next game. The other guys said O.K and she left. Then that afternoon, Andrew & company made an unexpected move. What is it? Read the next part and find out!

You have posted some great stories. Would you mind posting them at my dreambook, I posted the link in the homepage field.

This story happened quite a while ago, hope you like it. Once I was at a friend's house. His sister came home and boy was she angry, she reamed our butts! We didn't do anything wrong, but she was angry that day.

My friend said she needed to calm down. I said she needed to be taught a lesson. And I knew just what to do. I ran to the garage and presented duct tape, ropes, and those nifty little bungies with hooks on either end. I let him choose the punishment. He picked the ropes, but I told him to try somthing new. We took the bungies with us also.

As I crept up to the room I listened in, it was very quiet, quite a transition from the screaming --- we ran into just a few minutes ago. I opened the door and we saw her sitting at her desk, which faced the opposite way. We crept up behind her. I remember she was wearing an untucked white polo shirt, bluejeans, and white socks. Her shoes were by the front of the room.

I stood behind her next ot my friend. I grabbed a hand full of bungies and swooped them over her head. She yelled at us that she didn't want to play now, but I said "That's not an option."

My friend tied her hands with ropes, then he tied them down to the pivot under the chair. We didn't really tie her up very tight, she almost got out once. Then she asked "What did I ever do to you?" We said to her, we would leave her there for a while to think about what she dis, while I

Ok we had just tied up the neighbor's sister and told her to think about what se did. Then I invited my friend over to my house to enjoy a bowl of Ramen Noodles (what can I say, I was a crazy teen who liked microwaveable noodles).

We came back a few minutes later after us bolth having a nice big bowl of soup. We stomped upstairs to find my friend's sister asleep. At that very moment my friend got an idea. He told me to untie her and help him take her down the basement. My friend grabbed her under the arms, and I carried her by the feet, naturally. She was about our age but twice as skinny, therefore easy to carry.

We entered the basement and I suggested we tie her to the chair in the corner. My friend told me to keep walking. He led me to the furnace room where we found a long vertical pipe. We tied her ttight to it, this time with rope. Once we were done she slid down the pole, and hit the floor, her knees stayed tight to her chest, then they slipped down and stretched out. Somthing startled her awake, I suppose it was her butt hitting the cold tile floor. I patted her on the cheek and told her she passed part one of the test.

My friend jumped in and said to her we were going to leave her there for the rest of the night. She screamed, and I told her we were only joking. We were going to leave the room though and have her stay there for a few minutes. We then blindfolded her, turned off the light, and shut the door on her. She gritted her teeth ad yelled at us. "Untie me now she said," I yelled back, "That's not an option now."

When we figured she had enough for one day, and we came back into the room. I admired my handiwork and we slowly untied her. She was still really angry at us, but she did leave us alone for the rest of the day.

Well I hoped you liked this story. Remember there are two more coming up. One with socks, the other not, I try to accompany socks in most of my bondage games. Anywho, I hope you liked my story!

~Chris

Anyway, the experience took place at my house. My family was having a block party and invited a lot of people. I invited my friends, my sister invited her friends, and my brother invited a lot of his friends. I'm the youngest of us children. My sister's only a couple years older and it isn't much difference. She invited mostly girls and me mostly guys. Coincidence?

The party began and we shot fireworks and had a water fight. There was one of my sister's friends I noticed the most, though. Her name was Elana. (I'm changing names.) She had a Mexican heritage, which showed with her copper skin, big brown eyes, and long soft hair. She was a beauty and I stole every chance I could to see her running around in her swimsuit, which consisted of boy short bottoms and a tube top sort of thing. I splashed her with water a few times and she looked at me. She smiled and tried to get me with water.

I'll skip a few other details and get to the exciting part. The water fight was almost over, and I had excused myself from it already. I was lighting fireworks with my friends when I noticed my ligher was missing. I looped around and say Elana smiling. Then she announced she was going to change and went into the house. I followed. She grabbed some clothes and went to the basement, but there were people in the first room so she went to the second. I followed. There was no one in here because this room was off limits during parties.

"Excuse me, but you've taken my lighter and you know this room is off limits," I said.

She turned around and said cooly, "I guess you better arrest me, huh?"

I saw the look in her eye and knew what to do. I found some soft rope in a corner and advanced towards her. She pretended to be afriad. I reached her and pullerd her hands behind her back, but she struggled and I had to pin her to the ground. I sat on her back while my legs pressed against her arms, holding them at an upward angle. She still pretended to struggle, but not enough to effect my tying. I quickly tied and cinched her wrists, then her elbows. I wasn't sure how much of her I should tie. I didn't want to over kill on a beauty such as she.

"I can still move around and get away, you know," she said encouraging me to do more.

I tied her ankles together and then moved to just above the knees. I stared at her tanned legs against the white rope. I couldn't believe I had her tied up like this. It had been a fantasy of mine for a long time, but now it was actually happening.

She moved her arms up and down indicating she could still move them away from her body. If she really wanted to be tied, I'd tie her so well she'd never escape. I didn't want to be out in the open any longer so I threw my rope and her clothes in the bathroom. Then, carried Elana inside. She was smaller than me and not that heavy. The bathroom had a lot of floor space and was carpeted so it made the perfect place.

I noticed Elana had already started struggling. Her cheeks were turning a rosy color and her breathing was getting faster. I told her to slow down because I wasn't even close to be finished. Tying rope above and below her breast, then cinching it off between the body and arm was a 'cinch'...excuse the ill-humored pun.

Then I had an idea. I had seen pictures of women tied with a rope going between their legs rubbing right on their crotch area. If Elana was hot already, I wondered how she would fair with something like that. I tried to visualize how the rope had been tied and after a few attempts I had it. At the end, instead of tying it off somewhere, I made it into a slipknot and tied it around her hands. It's hard to explain in detail, but basically whenever she would give her hands a hard pull, the rope would tighten ever so slightly. She had moaned when I started tying this element and now she was looking into my eyes.

"Ever done this before?" she chuckled.

"I could ask the same about you."

I found some old, but clean bed sheets in the cabinets. I tore off a couple strips and came back to Elana. She knew what I had in mind and wouldn't open her mouth. Later she told me she likes the struggle and being incooperative.

"Open your mouth or else," I demanded.

"Never!"

I bent down and tickled her exposed sides. I hadn't known she was such a ticklish person before. She writhed and fought down a scrame. When she opened her mouth to scream with laughter, I carefully shoved a wadded piece of sheet into her mouth and wrapped another strip around her head four times before finally tying it.

She looked up at me with those brown, tempting, innocent eyes. Inviting me. Accepting the offer, I ran my hands along her perfect legs, kissing them here and there. She moaned in approval as I kissed her belly up between her breasts and finally her neck. I'll skip this part, but that's basically all I did for a while.

Finally, the last step. I rolled her over and pulled her legs up to her hands. She wasn't expecting this and squeaked through her gag. I tied her feet to her hands, which put more pressure on the slipknot crotch rope. I felt it just to make sure it wasn't hurting her. In fact, when I felt along it Elana thought I was going to take it off and shook her head no. I assumed it was alright.

I looked down on her beautiful tied body. Her breasts were tied tightly and pressed against the material of the swimsuit. Her shoulders forced closely together and her hands tied to her feet and an evil crotch rope. She called it evil afterwards, but we both knew she loved it. Her swimsuit bottoms were tight and outlined her fine, sweet curves. She writhed and struggled and moaned into the gag. I noticed her pulling her hands, and she began moaning and breathing hard again. I hadn't expected this when I tied her.

"Before you get to far," I said. "Let's make a little deal here. Would you like that?"

She looked at me. "I want to do this again so let's make a bet. I'll give you an hour to get free and if you can't free yourself, I get to tie you up however I want," I purposed and stared at her swimsuit, which remind me to say something. "You also have to wear whatever I tell you to wear. Don't worry, it won't be anything less revealing than what you have on right now. And if you do get out, I'll let you tie me up. Fair?"

She shook her head no and pointed with her eyes to her clothes. "You want me to wear your clothes and get tied up if you get free?" I asked not sure of that's what she meant.

She nodded yes. That would be interesting, but wouldn't happen.

She was back to struggling and pulling on her crotch rope. Her feet dangled in the air and I pulled her closer to the toilet, where I was sitting. I tickled and kissed her helpless little feet. She later said me tickle torturing her added to her predicament and helped her...well, you know what she's doing. She moaned and squirmed in the ropes. Quickly, I left and found a camera. I wouldn't let this opportunity pass. I took several pictures of my bound captive and in several positions. Finally, everything became too much for her when I started tickling her feet and she saw the flash of the camera. Her skin was cover in a thin layer of sweat. She moaned very loudly and thrashed around one last time and stopped. She rolled over and layed there, exhausted.

"James, you in there buddy?" I heard one of my friends.

"Ummm, yeah why?" I asked.

"People lookin for you...and Elana."

"Thanks, I'll be out in a minute or two."

"Take your time," I heard him chuckle.

It had only been a half hour, but if people were looking for us I had no choice, I untied several knots and let her do the rest. Luckily, my friend had gone because no one could be seen when I peekd out the door. I turned around to Elana, who was smiling brightly.

"Coast is clear," I said and was greeted with a long kiss.

"You're the best," she said and giggled.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

Then she pointed at the rope and her clothes...

1= school girl uniform/chair/basement/most severe

2=bikini/bed in ex position/j’s bedroom/average severe

3=nothing/post/basement/least severe

She went through the choices again and I had to nod at the one. I nodded at 1 it was less revealing (I thought)
They untied me but told me not to try anything. They handed me a black skirt a pair of black pantyhose a short sleeved shirt that would bare my hairy arms and a tie. Then J said “strip naked and get into the clothes” I said no but they came at me and I knew they would forcibly strip me so I got naked and put on the stuff. The skirt came down to the top of my knees.
Then they took me to the basement and tied me to a chair. Arms to arms legs up under the chair so I was bent at the knees and the feet tied to a stick thing under the chair.
The gag had never came off.
Then to my horror they got out a vid cam and set it on its tripod looking at me. L was the cameraman so K and J would torture me. This scared me as L was more restrained. But I got really nervous when L said to them do what u like.
J tickled my feet (my feet are the most ticklish part but the pantyhose amplified that) she ran her nails gently and slowly at first but the started to speed up and dig in her nails a little. While she did this K to my horror and slight pain waxed my arms but took the paper off slowly to cause the most pain.
Once that was over J continued to tickle my feet (I was crying from the tickling at this point and continued to for 2 hours) while K got a can of paint ripped open the shirt and painted stuff to my torso. 2 hours later the torture stopped they got sleeping bags and camped in the basement with always 1 girl staying awake to make sure I was ok.
They untied me at 8 am (but I had gotten out during the night for the toilet) but told me to stay dressed as a girl with the gag or they would tie me up again and this time would tickle me longer and wax my legs. Then L said she had to go to the shops and we had to come. I looked at her and she said “tie his hands together behind him get the dog lead and collar and put it on him…. Oh and give him a wig.”
We went out and took the route through the woods I was tied to a tree a little way from the shop and J waited with me. Then L and K came back a little later about an hour or so and we returned home were they let me free of every thing I was relieved but sad when I realised id been enjoying it (although I had played other tie up games this was when I realised I ENJOYED being tied up) but this was not the last tie up game with J K and L.
Id like sum feed back. Il carries on if u like.

In the last tie-up incident, David, Donald, Chester and I went very early in the morning to Angela’s house to conduct our initiation and tied her up while she was still sleeping. We achieved complete surprise. After tickling her a bit, we marched her bound, gagged and blindfolded. It was about seven, so almost no one noticed us walking on the street. When we arrived at my house, we were joined by Andrew, Frank and Jay, removed her blindfold and marched her up the attic. There, we hog-tied her then tickled her. Then, after Andrew questioned her, Angela then became the 8th full member of our group and also the very first girl to achieve that status.

We spent the rest of the morning (the initiation ended on 8:30 am) in my house playing normal games. Already, I was planning an attack with Frank and Donald to take place tomorrow, on Sunday, afternoon. Angela went home to wash, and Betty also went with her, but she promised to join us in the afternoon, about three. Chester and Jay also went home because of some chores they had to do. Frank offered to help Chester and Jay. So it was only Andrew, Donald, David and myself left on our house. We played the usual games - tag, some board games, chess, a water gun fight, hide and seek, soccer and other games that morning.

It was about noon, and we were eating lunch. Then the phone rang. Mom picked up the phone, and then called me.

“It’s for you Tom!” Mom shouted.

It was Henry.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Could all of you guys come over here? I’ve got something to show you!” he said.

“Okay!” I said, and then hung up. I never really taught it could be a trap. Angela is there, and she is an ally. And she wouldn’t mount an attack against Donald and me, that would be breaking one of the rules and she wouldn’t want to do that - especially if she just joined this morning. Besides, Andrew and David is with me, and without them Chester and Jay could not mount an effective attack. At least that’s what I thought. And as you will see, it is a big mistake.

“Well?” Andrew asked.

“It’s Henry. He wanted us to go to his house to show us something.” I said.

“Wonder what could that be!” David remarked.

“Then let’s go. But first, let’s finish our lunch!” Donald exclaimed.

We finished our lunch. However, Mom made us to do the dishes first, so we were able only to leave after a half-hour, at about 12:45. It took us another fifteen minutes to reach Henry and Angela’s house. Henry was waiting for us in the front porch.

“What took you guys so long?” he asked.

“Sorry, got some chores to do.” Andrew replied.

“Anyway, what’s the surprise?”

“Follow me!” Henry went into the house. We followed, and what we saw truly surprised and shocked me. Angela is in a chair with a high backrest, arms tied behind back, and a long piece of rope wrapped around her upper body pinned her to the chair. Her ankles were crossed and tied with white cotton rope. Her ankles were not able to touch the ground, telling me that her ankles were connected to the back of the chair with a long piece of rope. Her mouth was sealed with duct tape, which was wrapped around her head several times, and based on the look on her cheeks, her mouth was stuffed with something. Frank is in the couch, hog-tied and gagged with duct tape, barefoot and presumably, his mouth was also stuffed. He looked at me, and groaned.

It was a trap!!!!!

“Surprise Tom, Donald!!!!” Henry said with a wicked voice.

With that, Chester and Jay, who has been hiding behind the door all this time, grabbed Donald and me. Then David and Andrew attacked us. We were completely surprised and outnumbered 2 to 1. So we were easily pinned to the floor and rolled onto our stomachs. David and Jay held me, while Andrew and Chester held Donald.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?” I said.

“Don’t you get it? Revenge!!!” David mockingly replied. He and Jay pulled my arms behind me and crossed it palm to palm. David took a piece of white rope and wrapped it around my wrists several times. He then cinched it and knotted it off. Meanwhile, Jay removed my socks and shoes, wadded up my smelly sock and gave it to David.

“Guys, - ”

“Shut up or I’ll gag you!” David replied. He did not even wait for me to finish.

“Baloney! You’ll gag me even if I shut my mouth! Why I ought to mmmmppphhhh!” David then shoved the wadded smelly sock into my mouth even before I finished my sentence. He then wrapped duct tape around my head several times, which prevented me to spit out the sock.

“You’re right! I will gag you even if you’re quiet.” David said, and then laughed mockingly. Meanwhile Jay crossed my ankles and tied it with rope. He then tied my knees. Andrew tied Donald’s hands behind his back, and he was already gagged with duct tape wrapped around his head. Presumably, his mouth was stuffed because of the bulge in his cheeks. I noticed that his shoes and socks were still on his feet; at least he wasn’t gagged with his own socks fresh from his feet. Chester duct taped his crossed ankles, and duct taped his knees.

David and Jay then helped me stand-up. With Jay holding me to prevent me form losing my balance - remember, it’s very hard to keep your balance if you’re ankles and knees are bound - while David took a long rope, wrapped it around my waist, cinched it, knotted it off using a constrictor knot, secured it with a double or triple square knot, and tied the free ends of it to my wrists, pinning my wrists to my back. He placed the knots beyond the reach of my fingers. He then took a longer piece of rope, and tied it to my upper body. This pinned my arms and elbows to my body, and as a result, the only movement possible on my upper body is to wriggle and squirm. Andrew and Chester did virtually the same thing with Donald.

After our trussing, David and Jay then made me lie on the floor again on my stomach. There, Jay took a rope, tied one end of it to my ankles, and the other end to my wrists, putting me in a hog-tie. They didn’t bother to leash me to anything. Meanwhile, Andrew and Chester hopped Donald to a post in the living room and using 3 short pieces of rope, about 4 feet long each, wrapped it around his upper body twice before knotting it off at the back. He wrapped the other length of rope also twice around his waist and knotted it off at front. He then wrapped the final piece of rope around his ankles four times before knotting it off at the back. After they finished, they drew back to admire their handiwork.

“They’re not going anywhere now!!” Chester remarked.

“Yep. Welcome to your first game, Angela!!” Jay added.

“Welcome to the big leagues! Since Tom’s tied up at the moment, I’ll fill you in on some of the rules. You already know rule no. 1, never turn on your allies, meaning Tom, Donald and Frank, during a game, let me tell you the other rules!” Andrew said.

“Rule no. 2, you can attack any of your rival - that’s me, David, Chet and Jay - at any time at any place as long as it’s he’s free time, meaning you can attack any time at Friday afternoon and at weekends, and also, we can attack you, Tom, Donald and Frank any time we like on weekends and Friday afternoon. Once you’re attacked, you cannot back out without a good reason. If you did, you’re toast!! And you see this rule applied today!” Andrew continued.

“Rule no. 3, you can tickle you’re opponent when he’s tied up for a maximum of thirty minutes, but with 2-3 minute breaks. We wouldn’t want you to laugh to death, would we? I’ll tell you the other rules as we go along!!” he finished.

“It’s time to apply rule no. 3!” David wickedly said. With that, they began their tickle torture. Since it’s four of them against four of us, they each took a person to tickle. Andrew, I think tickled Angela, David tickled me, Jay tickled Frank and Chester tickled Donald. The tickle torture lasted for a half-hour, with the usual 2-3 minute breaks. Well, I can only describe the tickle torture - even with the breaks - like hell! We laughed, laughed, shouted, screamed which came out as mmmmpppphhhhssss through our gags. We violently squirmed, struggled and tried to avoid the fingers of our ticklers. Well, as usual, it did absolutely no good whatsoever. So they tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and we laughed and laughed and laughed and struggled and struggled. By the time it was over, I was exhausted, breathing heavily and generally relieved that tickling was over. The others also are reacting the same way.

They just looked at us and laughed. “Let’s leave this losers alone!” Andrew said. They then left, laughing all the way out. So the four of us were left alone to try to escape. Angela immediately began to struggle against her ropes. She struggled so much so much that the chair moved a bit. She also mmmmppphhhhh loudly, over and over again. Frank, Donald and I just watched her. She did not make any progress on the ropes. Chester and Jay tied them too competently. Finally, after fifteen minutes of exhaustive struggling, she gave up, her face covered with sweat, but her eyes and expression remained defiant. Frank, Donald and I also struggled. The only good that did is to loosen a bit the rope that bound Donald’s upper body so that the rope fell to his waist, still knotted and bound. Chester didn’t do a good job this time, I thought. Still, the ropes on his ankles and waist held, which kept him pinned to the post. He could move his upper body, but that’s all the movement he could do. Frank didn’t struggle much, I guest he was afraid he might fall from the couch to the floor still hog-tied and that wouldn’t be pretty. I struggled a bit, but it got me nowhere. So I relaxed and tried to find the knots to my bonds. Again, I cannot find the knots binding my wrists. I almost gave up hope when I found a knot on my ankles. It seems to me that they had forgotten to place the knot in front, where I cannot reach it with my fingers, and instead placed it at the back, where my fingers were able to touch it. I don’t what rope that knot is tying, but I decided to tug at it. Believe me, if you’re hog-tied in my position, it’s very difficult. It took me a long time to do it. Fortunately, the knot is just a simple square knot, and I was able to undo the knot. Soon, I was able to flex my ankles away from my wrists. My hog-tied was unraveled, although the rest of me is still restrained. I tried looking for other knots I could work on, but I could not. At least I was out of the hog-tie.

I was free of the hog-tie. But what to do next? I could hop around to one of my companions and try to pull at their knots. It’s been twenty minutes since our captors left so I better do it fast. I first tried to stand. It is very difficult but was eventually able to do it. I then hopped over to Donald. I so my back was facing Donald, and tried to feel for knots on the ropes binding his waist to the pole. I soon found it. Luckily, the knot was only a simple square knot. Soon I was able to undo the knot and the rope binding his waist to the post unraveled. I then hopped at the back to try to undo the knot binding his upper body but has loosened enough and fallen to the waist. When I started pulling at the knot, Donald mpphhh loudly and thrashed violently. I stopped. What could possibly be wrong with Donald? Was he mad? Then I noticed that his ankles are still tied to the post. So that was it. The remaining rope on his waist pinning him to the post, if removed, might cause him to fall and since his ankles are tied to the post, it would be painful. So I lay down on the floor, and tried to find the knot on the rope binding his ankles to the post. I soon found it, and after much effort on my part, was able to undo it, and the rope binding his ankles to the post unraveled. I then heard Donald breathe a sigh of relief. He then hopped his ankles a small step forward, so now, he leaned against the post. At least he won’t immediately fall to the floor when I removed the remaining rope pinning his waist to the post.

I then stood up. It’s no walk in the park. Doing all these things while you’re bound hand and foot and gagged is very hard. Anyway, at that stage, I was covered with sweat. I soon as I was able to stand, I tried finding the knots with my fingers. I found it and I tugged. Soon the knot was loosened and the last ropes pinning Donald to the post was unraveled. Donald was free. Still, we were bound hand and foot, but at least we were able to hop around. We then hopped around until we were able to stand back to back and we can touch each other’s knots on the wrists. Believe me, it was very, very hard to do this, but we were able to. I soon found a knot in Donald’s knots. Again, we were lucky. Andrew just tied an effective, but simple square knot on his wrists. Although Donald’s fingers could not reach his knots, I sure can reach his, and after much effort, was able to loosen it. I soon found out that that was the knot that pinned his wrists to his waist. I then found another knot and after much effort in pulling and tugging managed to undo the knot and soon his wrists were free. With his wrist free, it’s just a matter of time before he is completely free.

But time is running out. It has already been seven minutes past the half-hour mark. They could return any minute. So we gotta hurry. Donald soon was able to remove the ropes in his upper body, then untied the ropes in my wrists. After my wrists were free, it was a race against time to completely free ourselves, Angela and Frank before Andrew, David and the twins’ return. I removed the duct tape in my head hastily - it was very painful - but time is more important. I spit out the sock, and removed the ropes around my ankles and knees. Donald also removed the ropes on his ankles and knees. When we were finished untying ourselves, I immediately went to Angela and Donald went to Frank.

But time has run out. Soon, Andrew, David, Chester and Jay returned.

“Sorry for being ten minutes late, but - …” Andrew said, then stopped when he saw Donald and me free and trying to untie Angela and Frank.

“Get ‘em!” he shouted. All four of them pounced on us. We were no match. The fight was four against two. (Angela and Frank were not untied yet). Soon, Andrew and Jay had me pinned to the ground while David and Chester had Donald pinned. “So we have two Houdini’s have we?” Andrew said. “We’ll make sure you won’t get out this time!” I soon had my hands tied behind my back more tightly than before, though Andrew was careful not cut off circulation. I tried feeling for the knots and found nothing. Jay meanwhile duct taped my ankles. They then dragged me to the post Donald was tied to and Andrew and Jay tied me with so much rope that tied me to the pole that I could barely move - at my ankles, my shin, my knees, my thighs, my waist, my upper body. I guess they tried to keep me tied up by sheer quantity of rope, and they did a good job. After they were done with me, I knew I was not getting out without outside help. Donald was in a tight hog-tie. They then carefully inspected Angela and Frank’s bonds and retied a few knots.

“Rule no. 4, Angela. After the tickle torture, you must leave your captives alone for at least 30 minutes so that they can try to escape. If they don’t escape, you win. If they escape, they must capture the others and tie them up and act as if you’re the captors. If you caught them trying to escape, then you can tie them up again and tickle them if you want to and leave them tied up for another 30 minutes!” Andrew said to Angela.

Fortunately, they choose not to tickle us. They then left. I tried to struggle against the ropes, but got nowhere. I tried feeling for knots, but I felt none. Donald was making as much progress as I am, meaning he got nowhere. Frank and Angela didn’t even try to struggle. So we lost again. I think this is our eleventh defeat. And it is done right after Angela’s initiation. I wonder how Angela’s taking all of this?

After 30 minutes they returned and they freed us. We congratulated each other for a good game, and we swore revenge. Angela in particular wants revenge to her first defeat that happened on her very first game with us.

After the game, I asked Frank and Angela what happened. It turned out that Henry also made the same call in the twins’ house. Frank, Chester and Jay went to Angela and Henry’s house shortly after finishing the chores and when they reached the front porch, Chester and Jay pounced on Frank and was tied up. They dragged him inside, where they easily caught Angela. (Betty went someplace else before they arrived.) Angela was surprised that there was a game at that time, but just went along. They tied her to the chair and hog-tied Frank. Henry then called me at home and the rest is history.

I later found out that Andrew and the others planned this attack to take place after I won the last game for revenge for their defeat just in case Angela passed the initiation. And there was also another plan just in case she failed. And so this was a very well planned attack, even I admitted that, even if I managed to escape and win this one. That was the last game of the weekend. I would have wanted revenge, but things keep getting in the way for the rest of the weekend. Angela in particular kept bugging me on when to attack. She was very eager.

But spring is nearly over, and summer is approaching. So our next game that happened the next Saturday would be the last game of the spring of 1966. What happened in that game? Read the next part and find out!

By the way, the current postings begin on June 6.

Ok, I met a girl at school, who was a friend of a friend. My friend introduced me to his friend (she can be... 'Leah'). Leah and I also became friends. Once she wanted to become more than just friends, but that's another story. I invited her to my house one day to ride bikes together. This was one of her favorite things to do.

She came to my house the next day day wearing long tubesocks, with a nice red stripe, running along the top. She had VERY skinny legs and tubesocks looked cute on her. I asked, "Did you just come from soccer?" She asked what I meant. I inquiered about her tubesocks. She said she just liked wearing them. Ok, I'll tell you this, she did like wearing socks, and slipping off her shoes often.

I once caught her in the library simply walking aroud in socks. So we sat down in the library lounge area and read. Well I didn't quite read, I admired her socked feet, as she sat with them placed on the table. And I remember walking with her to lunch, after she left her shoes behind in class purposely. And another time we signed up for a summer school gym class that gave us extra gym credits in school for next year, and boy did she go shoeless. She even left her shoes behind once while running, but I picked them up and gave them to her.

Enough of that now. You want to hear about the bondage part. Ok so we went riding and Leah, dropped her open-heeled sandals in the road as we biked on. I asked her if she needed them. She said her feet slipped out when riding. Right then and there I knew we were going to be best friends. I continued riding. She made a comment about how her feet were slipping. She said she wanted to duct tape them down. Woah, was I turned on!

I immediatly led her back to my place, and up the driveway. She asked if she could get her shoes, I looked her in the eye, smiled, and said nothing. I had her sit down and I told her I'd be back. I came back with rope and tied her shoulders to her sides lightly. She smiled and said "Oh I get it you like to tie girls up." I froze I didn't know how to respond to that. I mentioned her retort about tying her feet down to her bike pedals. She smiled and said, "go on."

This was the best day of my life, a girl who liked socks, and actually didn't mind being tied up at all!. I made it all the way down to her socks, and stopped just below the ankle. I decided to blindfold and gag her with my two prized bandanas. I sat there, staring at this great girl, a girl who shared the same interests as me. Maybe we should have gone out once or twice.

Hours passed I watched her wiggle and smile the whole time. I heard my parents pull into the driveway. I remembered we were still in the foyer/den area, so when my parents came in they would see us.

I picked Leah up and ran her to my bed room. I was also quie turned on by this too. I put her on the side of my bed that was not visible when you entered the doorway. I walked down the hallway. My mom remembered my friend who was supposed to be here today. I told her she came and left. I talked to her for a minute, them my dad told me he ran over somthing on the way up the driveway. I remembered the sandals we left outside.

I ran back to my room and untied Leah. She smiled and told me she had fun. I led her outside and we saw her shoes. They looked like they had been mauled by a bear. So I helped her ride home. She once again didn't wear shoes, however this time she had a good reason. These shoes were going to fall apart!

We made it to her house and I told her I would talk to her soon and we could ride bikes again!

You don't have to read from here on, it's just non-sense. I just remembered, Leah and I did do another bondage game together. This time she didn't wear tubesocks, but that didn't matter, simply beacause they were simply socks. Well I guess I have two more stories to go. If you want to hear about more places I would find Leah wearing socks, please visit Fallen Angel's Sock Bound, where so far I've posted my first story. I'll post this one later there. And I DID leave my E mail address at FA's SB, so now you can talk to me personally about how stupid my sock fetish is, or how much you hate my stories personally so you don't create a fight about freedom of speech and all, and my right to post what ever I want, so that it clutters up this site. ;) Ah, well I'm droning on, I've had coffee today so I am using up my energy typing for you! Bye!

~Chris

I have changed the format of the site a little. The stories are now listed on a separate page instead of being on the index page. This will make the site easier for me to maintain. (I am assuming that Richard will eventually return to continue his excellent series of stories)

I do intend to add text versions of the stories to the site, possibly available in a zip file for easy downloading. Stay tuned folks! Furthur developments as they happen! ;-)

Same thing I said before! :-)

Thanks for your great stories.

I accidentally posted this twice, as the website was not working properly. Please feel free to delete on of them, as I do not wish to crowd the page.

Everyone . .

Part IV will be following soon, and it is the most amazing chapter so far! Hang tight, and stay tied . .

Please do; it looks to be the best part.

I was playing jungle explorer in the woods when I heard L’s voice. I went towards her voice and found her in a clearing standing talking to K and J who were tied to seprate trees facing eachother wereing bikini’s. K’s was black and J’s was red.
I walked into the clearing and asked L wat was happening and she said “we are seing who can last the longest, hey why don’t we see how u do?” I said no and she said “ok then lets just see how u look in a bikini then.” Both J and K (I had a huge crush on K and we were girl friend and boyfriend from a month after my last post happened and we are now married we had many tie up games together and still do and sumtimes watch the vid of wat happened in the last post) sniggerd (they wernt gagged) I tryd to run but only fained it as I wanted to be tied up the bikini was just an unfortunate side affect. L grabbed me and striped me to my underware and tied me to a tree my hands tied together behind the tree (she first gagged me and put on the top half of the bikini)
Then took off my pants so I was naked and put on the bottom half then tied my feet to the tree and then my torso both by wraping rope round the tree and me.
The bikini was blue by the way. They often enjoyed dressing me in womens clothes..is there a word that describes the forced dressing in womens clothes or at least one for the dressed?
She teased me and only let me out when the first girl gave up (it was J) and L untied K who said “as winner I get to choose ur forfeit J”
J said “wat is it then?”
So K responded “im going to let A decide” (A = Andrew or me)
So I said that she had to be tied up naked (they had tied me up naked on some occasions so it was only fair) to a post in the basement of their house for 3 hours.
I helped tie her up and stayed and watched her struggle against the ropes.

Their parents and my parents new about the games but did not realise how far they sumtimes went.

Please give me feed back on this and my other story before I continue my stories.

Anyway, now that I know people actually read the story, I have a reason to post Elana's revenge. It wasn't really revenge b/c she liked being tied up, but she liked to return what she calls "favors". When I left off, her and I were still in the bathroom and she was pointing towards rope and her clothes.

"Now?" I asked.

"Of course not, silly. I want to do this in a more private place. Besided, you need to wear sexy clothes rather than my casual ones. This'll be fun! Just like playing barbi when I was little," she said with excitement.

"Don't you think that's a bit juvenile?"

She rolled her eyes at my sarcastic remark and changed her clothes. I hid the rope and we left the room. The party came to an end, but she said she'd call me about tying and dressing me up.

Several days went by, and I hadn't heard a word from her. It was obvious to me she was just joking around and not serious about it. I still remember my exact thoughts at that time. They were, "Girls never take things seriously. They always say they'll do something and don't follow through." A day later the phone rang. It was Elana and she told me to be ready in a half hour b/c she was going to pick me up. So she had remembered. How about that?

She picked me up and said, "My parents finally left me alone for once. My brother and sister are at friend's houses and my parents decided to take a night out. They said they'd be back tomorrow afternoon."

"Isn't that something," I said in my usual sarcastic tone.

"You're going to learn to keep smart comments to yourself."

"Who's going to make me?"

"Me," she announced in her cute voice.

I laughed and sputtered, "You?"

She just smiled, and I realized she had something up her sleeve. Here's a quick philosophy I had come to realize. Girls play mind games. They make you think one thing when the truth is something else. Instead of dealing things out physically like a lot of guys I knew at the time, girls used their intelligence to get revenge. So I was a bit intimidated by her demeanor.

We arrived at her house and she instruced me to come inside. It was a pretty home with flowers and a fence and the whole lot. After making some small talk, she got down to business.

"First, you have to shave that hair off your legs," she said.

"That wasn't part of the deal!" I pleaded.

"It's something a girl does when she dressed up, so march!" she demanded.

I stood there with a stunned look on my face. "Listen, James. If you don't do as I say, I'll lock you out, and you'll have to walk home."

It was a very long walk back to my house. I doubt I could cover half the distance before night fell. Also, even though I didn't want to admit it, I had a strange feeling of excitement at the prospect.

I complied and she led me to the bathroom. "Your choice of outfit is already in there along with the proper shaving gear. See you in a few," she said and shut the door. I heard her lock it from the outside. Great. I had no idea she could be so mean...the cruel wench.

It took a long time, but I finally got all the hair shaved from my legs. Then she yelled through the door to do the same to my armpits. I made an angry grunt and did as she said. In about an hour, I was finished.

"I'm shaved," I yelled to her past the door.

"Good. Look in the cabinet under the sink. You have your choice of four outfits I put in there. One is a schoolgirl uniform, another is a maid outfit I used as a halloween outfit once, another is my cheerleading uniform, and the last one is like a hooker outfit. Choose carefully because depending on which one you choose, you'll have to play the part," she giggled.

Wonderful. I could either be a schoolgirl and have her 'teach' me, a cheerleader and have to do cheers, a maid and serve her, or a hooker and act slutty. Since I was shy and didn't want to be loud or slutty looking, I dismissed the cheerleader and hooker outfits. It came down to the last two. I compared the skirts and it seemd as if the schoolgirl skirt was shorter so I made my decision with the maid outfit. Cute, right? More like embarrassing. Now, came the difficult part...putting on pantyhose. I fell over a couple times, tore them once and Elana had to get me a new pair, and finally I was able to do it successfully. I won't even get into the hell of putting on the bra. If it hadn't been me in there, I would have had a good laugh at the sorry sap. Anyway, I managed to put the rest of it on, but the outfit was tight as it was made for someone smaller, and the skirt came to my midthigh. I looked ridiculous and couldn't even stare at myself in the mirror.

"You done yet? It's been nearly two hours," she whined.

"Yeah, I'd be a perfect women, huh?" I said sarcastically.

"You and your mouth..."

"Irresistable, yes?"

"Just you wait. Now, get out here before I unlock the door and come in there myself!"

She couldn't stop giggling when I took my dainty steps from the bathroom. She finally got herself under control and I had to admit, the situation was kind of funny. I'm the kind of person who doesn't take things very seriously and realized the situation was very amusing. Almost enjoyable...almost.

Then I noticed her outfit. She wore a tight leather skirt with tan hose, a black tube top and platform boots. I was in heaven.

"I look stupid," I said.

"You look hot, darling."

She took me to her room and made me wear a pair of her older sister's platform sandles. Her sister had bigger feet and the sandles fit well enough. She stuffed my bra with some socks and said I was ready.

"Well my little maid, before we get started I think you should serve me a little. Kiss my boots, would you?" she ordered.

I knelt and did as she commanded. I kissed the tips of both boots and she said it was enough. She was getting impatient, I surmised. I was ordered to lay on the bed with my arms and legs outstretched.(that one word?) I knew what was coming. Rope securely bound my wrists and legs to her bed posts, which were firmly attached to her bed. I was about to say something when she stuffed a pair of nylons in my mouth and tied a hanky three times around my mouth. It was an effective cleave-gag and I couldn't get it off.

"Struggle, maid. I want to see you struggle," she ordered.

I pulled at the bonds, but to no avail. She had a queen size bed and my body was almost stretched. I wasn't in pain, but I could definatly feel no slack witht the rope connecting my wrists and ankles. I stared at my helpless body and wondered how I got into this. Because you let it happen, dummy, I told myself.

I felt something. It wasn't anything physical, but I noticed a stirring inside. I hadn't experienced cross-dressing ever, but the feel of smooth nylons on my legs felt almost erotic. I was too proud to say anything then, but being tied this way 'maid' me feel more helpless and vulnerable. It added to the whole experience. To my complete suprise, I found myself groaning.

"I like to hear you groan," Elana said watching me from a chair a few feet away. I could tell she was enjoying this.

I blushed and continued to struggle. My skirt rode up my thigh and I tried to hike it down, but only succeeded in making it rise more. Sweat formed on my arms and forehead from the struggle. Elana rose and straddled my tummy.

"So you think it's fun to tickle people when they're helpless?" she asked.

I am one of the most ticklish people, and she knew this from my sister. She even knew my most ticklish spot; my armpit. When someone tickles my armpit, I have no control over my body. It just thrashes while I laugh wildly. She began slowly, then tickled quickly. The ropes held me while she mercilessly attacked my most sensitive spots. I couldn't take anymore and felt tears roll down my cheeks. She ran her nails along my pantyhosed legs and I thrashed even more. The shaving and nylons had made my legs even more sensitive. Finally, after an hour of tickligh, with breaks in between, she stopped and laid on me. We kissed for a while and she began grinding herself against...I won't go there. Let's just say she made me very happy.

She untied me for the night, but I had to promise to stay the night and wear the maid uniform. In the morning she would tie me once more and then I'd have to leave. Little did she know I had something else planned...

It was a fun experience. Elana introduced me to a new world of tie up games, which involved me as the damsel. I don't know if I'm a cross-dresser or not, but I do let Elana dress me when she ties me up. I'm happy to say that her and I have been dating for a while now and we've had many memorable bondage moments.

I remember I asked her once why she never tried this with an older guy. She is a year and a half older, remember. She said there were two reasons: 1, there was a chance a guy she met wouldn't be into it. She said my sister found some sites I visited on the computer (oops!) and told her about it. She said that was a major reason. 2, the young are impressionable and gullible. What a humor.

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