By the way, I noticed you were able to boldface my name in your post. I wonder how you did that.

Again, thanks!!!!

During the last tie-up experience, Chester and Jay in cahoots with Henry (Angela’s brother) managed to capture first Frank, then Angela in a Saturday afternoon. Then with Andrew and David, they captured Donald and me in the first game that Angela participated. And this occurred in the afternoon after the initiation of Angela!

Angela kept bugging Frank, Donald and me to get revenge the rest of the weekend on Andrew and the others. Yet as much as we would like to do that, the opportunity just didn’t present itself. There was no tie-up game that Saturday, for we played non-tie up games during that time. We went to church Sunday morning, and our Dads took us on some quality time with them in the afternoon. And after that, we were burdened with so many chores that we didn’t have any time for tie-up games.

The next week was also out. Summer vacation is fast approaching, and we had a series of tests and exams during the final weeks of school, so we did not have any free time. Most of us concentrated on our studies and other things, but not on our games. Angela would always ask me and the others when shall we attack, and I would always answer, “soon”, which was, of course, a kind of non-answer. 

As Friday approached, we discussed various plans on the next game. Angela, Frank, Donald, Betty and I met at Frank’s house on Thursday afternoon to plan the next game. Angela trusts Betty and presumably would be on our side. Not only would we have to devise an effective plan, we also have the specter of Andrew and the others carrying out an attack before we could even mount our own hanging over our heads. If that were to happen, there is a 75 percent probability that they would win, just by looking at our past games. And based on that record, there is very little chance at us winning when we attack. In fact, only one of our attacks succeeded in producing a win. The other wins came after a failure of attack on Andrew and company’s attack.

Angela, our newest member, wanted revenge and wanted immediately to attack. She probably was the most aggressive among us. She also didn’t want to break any rules. So she kept pressing the rest of us to attack as soon as possible. She wanted Friday afternoon as the date for the attack. But Frank and I would not immediately go home because of some school responsibilities, and Andrew and David would come home at a much earlier time. And, we all know that to mount an effective Friday afternoon attack, one must get home first and attack as soon as the your target enters the house. So Friday is out. We then considered early Saturday morning. We then agreed that our attack would take place that day.

“So here’s the plan,” Frank said. “Angela would go to Tom’s house at about six. Both of you will attack Andrew while he is still in bed. Remember, it must be a surprise. Frank and I will go to David’s house and get him there, then we will march him to Donald’s house. Betty would call Chet and Jay to come over. When they do, grab them and we’ll have the game in the bag. Be sure to tie them securely so they won’t escape. Any questions?”

“Isn’t that a little bit too early?” Angela asked. 

“Well, your initiation was a ‘bit’ too early too! Anyway, Andrew usually wakes up very early at that hour, and if you still want to surprise him, you must attack that early.” I replied.

“Why my house?” Donald asked.

“Because at Tom’s house, his little brothers will be awake before we finish our game and we don’t know whose side they will choose. And Ben, Maggie and Lucy (Donald’s younger sisters) don’t wake up that early. By the time they wake, the game will probably be over.” Frank said.

“Alright! We have a plan. Remember, not a word to anyone!” I said. 

Betty just sat there listening to us, often making a silly suggestion or two. We soon got annoyed and threatened to tickle her if she didn’t shut up. That seemed to quiet her down a bit.

We wrapped up our meeting that Thursday afternoon and went home. Angela and I went to her house, where I did her homework. (The deal I did with Betty and Angela about doing their homework still is in force). I then went home and did my homework and studied for the tests the following Friday.

Friday afternoon. I felt great. I think I was able to ace all my subjects and tests, and there would be no more studying. And best of all, no more homework!!!! The next week would be the last week of classes, and I’m quiet sure there would be no homework and there would be very little studying needed. So I was very happy, and so were my classmates. 

I met with the guys (and gal), and finalized our plans then went home. I felt that nothing could go wrong! So as soon as I gobbled up my dinner, set my alarm clock at six and immediately went to bed, eagerly anticipating our adventure tomorrow. 

My alarm clock rang, and I woke up. To my horror, I discovered that the alarm has been moved to six thirty. I woke up, and saw Andrew and David standing over me. I was shocked! Our plan went to pieces before it even started. I also saw Donald, hands bound behind back, ankles crossed and bound, gagged with duct tape, and mouth presumably stuffed, seating at my chair. He was not bound to the chair, but just the same, he was going nowhere. 

“Nice plan! But like all your other plans, they never work!” David mockingly said.

“What plan?” I asked, playing dumb.

“Don’t play dumb. Barney told us everything. How Angela would come over here at six and attack me while I’m at bed and Frank and Donald would get David. Then Betty would call Chet and Jay over here to the trap!” Andrew responded.

I just sat there. Damn! Damn! I thought. But how did Barney know our plan? And what happened to the others? Those were questions that raced in my mind that morning.

“You know, I was planning to put on hold the rest of the games until summer vacation, but since you want to play, then we would oblige!!” Andrew said.

“Now what?” I asked.

“You know what’s coming to you. Now will you come with us quietly or do you want to be dragged off kicking and screaming?” David asked.

“Like do I have any choice?” I responded.

“Yes. You can go with us bound and gagged in your pajamas that you’re wearing now or you could change first and come with us bound and gagged.” Andrew responded.

Do I have a choice? Of course I chose too change first to ordinary clothes. 

“By the way guys, what happened?” I asked while changing. 

“After I learned about you’re plan, I called David, Chet and Jay. We decided to attack first. I reset you’re alarm clock so that you won’t wake up as early as you’d like to, and David and I went next door to capture Donald at six. Chet and Jay would take care of Frank!” Andrew explained.

“What about Angela?” I asked. 

“Oh! We’ll ambush her when we arrive. So far she has been late. Isn’t she supposed to arrive at six?” David replied.

I finished changing. I wore shorts, a black shirt, and I wore white socks and brown rubber shoes. Meanwhile, Donald just sat in the chair bound and gagged during the entire conversation. He’s not bound to the chair, but he cannot do much, for he’s ankles are tied, and if can manage to hop around, the door is closed and the doorknob cannot be reached by his fingers because of the way he was tied up. So there isn’t much he can do anyway.

“Okay, I’m ready!” I said after changing.

“Then turn around and put your hands behind you back.” Andrew ordered me.

I did as I was told. My brother then took a five-foot piece of white rope and began wrapping the rope around my wrists, which was crossed and palm to palm. He wrapped it vertically and horizontally several times. He then cinched it and knotted it off. I don’t know what knot he used but I sure can’t reach it. The ropes were snug and a bit tight but not uncomfortable. Circulation is not cut off and my ropes are not painful to my wrists. 

David then took a ten-foot rope and wrapped it several times around my waist. He then cinched it and knotted it off. Again, I didn’t see what knot he used of the waist rope. The waist rope was tight in that in did not slide downward when pulled. It was not too tight, however, only snug. David then tied the free ends (which was still quite long) to my wrists. Again, the knots were out of reach of my fingers.

Andrew then took a longer rope and tied it to my upper body. He wound the rope around my upper body several times, and when he cinched it and knotted it off, my arms were pinned to my sides. He then took from his pocket a clean white sock. He wadded it up and told me to open my mouth. I reluctantly did and he inserted the sock in my mouth. He told me not to spit it while he prepared he duct tape. He then sealed my mouth with tape. Meanwhile, David untied the rope on Donald’s ankles and helped him to his feet. 

They then marched us to the living room. Mom and Dad were at the kitchen, preparing breakfast, while Betty, Barney, John and Lawrence are still asleep. They just told us to eat breakfast as soon as possible. They positioned in the couch in such a way that Angela would immediately spot us bound and gagged when she will arrive.

Angela arrived at our house at 6:45 am, forty-five minutes late. Andrew and David hid behind the door. She knocked and Andrew opened the door. 

“Sorry guys for being late. I overslept and I - ” she stopped when she realized Donald and I were tied up in the couch.

“W-w-w-w-w-h-h-h-h-h-a-a-a-a-t-t-t-t h-h-h-h-h-a-a-a-p-p-p-p-e-e-e-e-n-n-n-n-e-e-d to you guys? What is mmmmppphhh?!” she stammered asking the first question and was interrupted when Andrew grabbed her and clamped his hand over her mouth. She was clearly surprised, and fought and struggled against Andrew and David. That apparently did no good, and as soon as she realized her position was hopeless, calmed down. I looked at her and saw a puzzled expression on her eyes. 

“Now we could do this the easy way, or we could do this the hard way. Now do want to do it the easy way?” David asked.

“Angela mmmmpppphhhhed and nodded.

“Okay! Do exactly as we tell you, or we’ll give you a hard time!” Andrew said.

He then released her from his grip and Angela then placed her hand behind her. “Tie away!” she said, smiling. “Because it won’t do much good. We’ll escape and catch all of you and win!” Angela declared. “We’ll see, we’ll see!” was my brother’s response. Andrew took a five-foot piece of white rope, the same kind he used on me and wrapped it around Angela’s wrists. I can’t see from my position how he tied Angela’s wrist, but I can see from her face that the ropes were snug, tight, inescapable but not uncomfortable. David then tied a rope in her waist in the same manner as my waist rope was tied up. Andrew then tied longer piece of rope on her upper body in the same way that I was tied.

“Looks like your conspiracy went up in smoke!!” David commented while he was tying up Angela.

“How the hell did you know our plan?” she asked.

“Ask Tom when this is all over. I already told him what happened. I wouldn’t want to repeat to all of you, would I?” Andrew replied. “Anyway, you talk too much!!”

“Guys, what mmmmppppppphhhhh?!” Andrew inserted a clean, wadded handkerchief in her mouth, cutting her off at mid-sentence. David, who had prepared the duct tape, sealed her mouth with it.

“Andrew, Tom, breakfast is served. Come and get it.” Mom suddenly shouted

“We will Mom. We will!” Andrew said. With that, Andrew took hold of Angela and led her to the kitchen. David untied the ropes on my ankles and helped me to my feet. Then I was marched to the kitchen. Angela was being tied to the chair in front of the table by my brother, while Mom and Dad was sitting tight waiting for us to finish what we’re doing. I was led to a chair opposite across the table to Angela, and I was tied there. David retied my ankles and took a long piece of rope and wrapped it around me and the backrest of the chair.

“Now how do you expect them to eat if they’re all tied up?” Dad asked.

“We’ll spoon feed them.” Andrew cheerily replied.

“And how do you propose do get the food in their mouths if they’re gagged?” Dad asked.

“Ah…. we’ll remove the gag, of course!” my brother replied. 

“Well, in that case, enjoy your breakfast!!” then Dad broke into boisterous laughter.

Mom then asked the usual questions whether we consented to being tied up, whether we want to be untied and if this a game. We nodded at the first question, shook our heads to the second and nodded at the third question, indicating we want this to continue.

Meanwhile, while all this questioning is going on, David brought Donald in and sat him on a chair beside me. He tied him to it with a long rope. Andrew and David then removed our gags.

We then ate breakfast. We talked and chatted to each other about things other than being tied up as if there is nothing unusual about this. And David and Andrew always fed us what we requested, and gave us whatever we wanted. Mom and Dad just laughed and made some comments about it. 

After eating breakfast, Andrew and David reggaged us. They then proceeded to help Mom and Dad do the dishes. After doing their chores, they untied us from the chair, and led us to the living room. Angela was made to lay on the couch on her stomach, and David took a short piece of rope and tied one end of it to her ankles and the other end to her wrists, hog-tying her. I was also hog-tied on the floor. Donald was lead to a post in the middle of the living room, where Andrew tied his knees, waist and upper body to the post.

By that time, I could see anxiety on Andrew’s face. I don’t know why, he’s nearly got the game in the bag. I soon found out.

“Where is Chet and Jay Adams? They should have been here a half–hour ago with Frank!!” Andrew shouted. 

It was already seven-thirty. 

Finally, there was a knock on the ground. Andrew eagerly opened the door. And who should enter but Chester and Jay. There was no Frank, however.

“Where’s Frank?” Andrew demanded. 

“I don’t know?” Jay replied.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Well, Chet and I went to Frank’s house at six and wait for him outside the door. We planned, as you suggested, to grab him as soon as steps out of the door. But he did not come out of the door. We waited and waited until seven-fifteen. Finally, Frank’s Mom said emerged and told us that Frank had already left more than an hour ago. We asked what door did he leave. The front door she said. That puzzled us. I am at my wits end on what happened.” Jay exclaimed.

I could see that Andrew is boiling mad and he’s trying to suppress it. After listening to Jay, he shouted a curse, and he nearly exploded. 

“Damn! How the hell could that happen? And where is Frank?!!” he exclaimed.

Angela, Donald and I just smiled under our gag. They haven’t got victory in the bag after all. We could still win.

What happened to Frank? And will it lead to victory for us? Read the next part and find out!

When I was eleven, I was subject to an abduction at the hands of my two sisters, one who is a year older (who we will call Torrie) and one who is a year younger (who we will call Sarah). I then played a couple of tie up games with them over time, which I intend to share if all goes well with this story.

Tom Ford's story about being bound and gagged by two girls over a TV show (well not REALLY over a TV show, but whatever) brought back specific memories of my own childhood, including the first time my sisters kidnapped me at the age of 11 in 1989.

I think that the main contributing factor to my sisters and I not getting along, was our age difference- it was too close. Girls and I didn't get along, and we constantly bickered and argued. We fought over the remote control all the time, we fought over using the bathroom- we simply fought over anything that we could find to fight over. It was mainly me vs. my sisters, but they fought each other on occasion too. Anyway, one day, I pushed them over the edge.

I'll now take a minute or two to describe my sisters. Torrie is tall (now she is 5'9", but I don't know how tall she was back then, just tall) while Sarah is shorter, but not too short (again she is now 5'5" but I have no clue how tall she was then). Both are far from fat, but definitely aren't skinny. Kind of curvy I guess (although Torrie much more so as she was 12 and Sarah was only ten). Torrie has long brown hair down to her waist, while Sarah has blonde hair to her shoulders. Both have brown eyes. I think anyway. Neither is ugly, although they aren't particularly good looking. Pretty average looking, I guess.

To this day, I don't know if they planned it before hand, or if it just came about, because it could have gone either way. As it was, on a Friday night in September of 1989, I was abducted.

We were sitting around watching a TV movie I think. I was being my obnoxious self, as usual, while the girls were particularly quiet. Some mushy scene came up in the movie, which I objected to, and opted to change the channel. Sarah told me no, and Torrie joined in soon thereafter. I ignored their protests and changed the channel. Torrie waited until I got up, and then changed the channel back. I waited until she sat down, and then went up to change it away.

This went on for quite some time, as neither of us seemed to realize the cycle was repeating itself. After I changed it for about the fourth or fifth time, Torrie got mad.

"If you change the channel one more time, I'm going to hogtie you!" she screamed.

I was slightly intrigued by this, a little offended, but not the least bit scared. I was intrigued, mainly because I saw this as an opportunity to tie her up in my defense, while I was offended in the sense that she actually thought she could tie me up.

"Please. I would LOVE to see you try," I snarled. She got up to change the channel back. As soon as she had done so, I got up to change it again, when...

She hit me from behind, like a full-on body tackle. I really didn't expect her to do anything that rash or gutsy, so I was taken by shock, as I tumbled to the floor like a sack of old potatoes. After another moment of surprise, I leapt into action. We wrestled around on the floor, trying force each other into positions where we could subdue each other.

To say I underestimated her was an understatement. I could have taken her probably- with difficulty though, if it hadn't been for Sarah.

"Sarah, help me!" my older sister called. The youngest didn't take long to respond, as she leapt into the fray. Together, they were too much for me, and forced me onto my belly, and pinned my hands behind my back. I was helpless. I didn't say anything- to admit defeat would be the utmost in humiliation. So I kept my silence. I struggled lightly though- I figured that if I were somehow able to free myself I could rectify this situation.

"What should we do with him?" Sarah asked her older sister. She seemed awed and excited by the scenario.

"What I said I would do, and what we should have done a long time ago," Torrie explained calmly. "Get the old clothesline from the basement," she instructed Sarah. Now I knew I was in trouble. I really didn't want to be tied up, and was getting nervous. They had practically succeeded. What was I going to do? My mind raced in search of a possible escape.

"Oh c'mon," I said as cheerily as I could muster. "We can always just talk out our differences," he said with a smile. She didn't seem impressed.

"I think we're beyond that," she stated coldly. I decided I probably wouldn't be able to reason with her, so I figured with Sarah gone to look for rope, I should make my move for escape now. I shifted my weight rapidly and yanked, trying to pull my wrists free as hard as I could. She reacted well to the shift, and placed all of her weight down on my hands, pinning them, and me, down.

"I don't think so," she said with a fair amount of smugness. "You're not going anywhere,"

I thought of how bad this might be- my friend Toby had been tied up by his twin older sisters, and they had put make-up on him and taken pictures. I was hoping against hope that this wouldn't happen to me. One time humiliation is bad, but pictures capture the memory- surely a memory I didn't want captured.

"How about I make you a deal?" I said, in an attempt to pour on the charm. After my escape attempt, I doubted she would release me, but I figured it was worth a shot. "I clean your room and do all of your chores for a month?" Even punishment like that wasn't as bad as being tied up by my sisters- something they wouldn't soon let me forget.

"Oh- after what I'm planning for you, you'll be begging to do all of those things!" she insisted. Now I was a little scared.

"I'm here," Sarah gasped as she arrived in the living room. She dropped a huge wad of coiled white clothesline on the floor- more rope than they could possibly use on me- I hoped.

"Here, give me some rope, and help me hold his hands while I tie them," she instructed my younger sibling. Sarah walked over and sat on my back (which almost stopped me from breathing) and pressed all of her weight onto my arms, holding them there. 

Torrie then wrapped what must have been the clothesline around my wrists, very tightly. She bound the cord quickly, but tautly, with an expertise I wouldn't have expected. Long after my wrists were secured together she continued to yank and work on them, so the knots must be intricate, I figured.

After what seemed like forever, she stopped. I tested my bonds as she stood back to admire her handiwork. Sarah gasped in surprise and excitement.

"Wow, look at all of those knots!" she said with enthusiasm. Yep, apparently I was correct. I struggled to see how many knots were there, yanking at the tie, and groping for the securing knots with my fingers. There seemed to be a lot, but I couldn't feel where they ended- just a large mass of hard, knotty rope.

I noticed that Torrie seemed to get enjoyment from my struggling and helplessness, so I stopped immediately. There was no need to indulge her and make this experience any more memorable and fulfilling than it was already going to be. The clothesline was scratchy and uncomfortable, and chaffed my wrists. I considered complaining about this to Torrie, but I figured she wouldn't care, and it would actually make her happy, so I kept my mouth shut.

"Well, looks who's tied up," Torrie said with satisfaction. "Now we need to hogtie him though, so he can't go anywhere," she explained to Sarah. I was hoping she might have forgotten about that, and just been content with my current predicament. Apparently not.

Torrie and Sarah moved down to my ankles, and continued to bind them. I didn't resist them, as I had already been physically overpowered my two girls- I needed no further embarrassment in that department.

They held my socked feet together and continued to wrap the scratchy clothesline around my ankles. It was a good thing that I had pants on, or I might have found myself even more uncomfortable. They bound my ankles just as tightly though, if not more so, than my wrists. Just like with my wrists, the heavy knotting followed the tight wrapping, and I soon felt myself bound hand and foot with clothesline, in a helpless state.

"Now for the hogtie," Torrie said triumphantly. She pulled my legs up, and pulled my wrists back. She couldn't make them touch, but pulled them very close, right up until I made a soft grunt of pain, at which she chuckled happily. I couldn't feel the tying of the hogtie, as she didn't tie wrist to ankle directly- it was more of my wrists mass of knots to my ankles mass of notes. This didn't seem to take her quite as long, however, as she finished in about a minute, at which point I was hogtied, and thus, completely at their mercy.

Sarah giggled like she was drunk with giddiness. "This is so cool... He's like, our prisoner," she said with a broad smile.

"Oh shut up, you little..." I normally would have verbally abused her, but she didn't give me the chance. She shot her hand out, and slapped it over my mouth, silencing me. I wasn't ready for this enforced silence, so I continued to talk into her hand, emitting only garbled mumbles.

"Aw... Hush now," Sarah said menacingly, as she squeezed her sweaty palm over my lips. I managed to contain my rage somehow, honestly I don't know how, but I knew I would have to. Having my little sister shut me up against my will and mock me while doing it was more than I could bare.

After ensuring I would remain silent, she removed her hand, and smiled at me in an evil way. "This is tearing you up- being out captive, isn't it?" she questioned. I was inclined to give her a piece of my mind, but knew if I did, she would just clamp her hand over my mouth to render me silent once again, so I decided not to give her the satisfaction. I kept my mouth shut.

I pondered for a moment how I managed to get myself into this situation. If I had just left the TV alone... It wasn't even like there was anything I wanted to watch, or what they wanted to watch was so bad- I was just being my annoying self, trying to bust their chops. And look where it had brought me.

"Well, I suppose at this point we can watch what we want to watch without further interruption," Torrie announced. She and Sarah went over to sit on the couch (I think, I couldn't see them) and continued to enjoy the show. As bad of a situation as I was in, I figured I might as well watch the movie, I figured.

Well, I tried that, and it didn't work out for me. So I decided to ridicule the movie, no matter what they did in retaliation. Maybe a handgag would be worth it if I was able to get in a few ribs on this movie.

"You've got to be kidding me. I'd rather watch a marathon of grass-growing, paint drying, and..." I wasn't able to finish my sentence before Sarah leapt from her position on the couch to smother my mouth with her hand. I continued to grunt despite my position, to bring the point across that I was through with this movie, but it didn't seem to affect Sarah very much. She was smiling, while keeping a finger to her lips.

"Ssshhhhh! Hush little baby, don't say a word," she whispered.

"Mmmmmmmmmppphh!" I roared. Her hand kept me from saying anything distinguishable, but I made sure my grumbled moans were loud.

Torrie was obviously very annoyed by this as she lurched forward, down to the ground where I lay, hogtied on my belly.

"Listen to me very carefully- in ten seconds Sarah is going to stop covering your mouth. If after that point, you decide to open your big, fat mouth one more time, I will gag you faster than you can say 'shut up'," she snapped. I knew she was serious, so I kept quiet, letting out one last grunt into Sarah's hand right before she removed it. Torrie's enforced dominance wasn't nearly as annoying as Sarah's smug smiling- after years of being told to 'shut up' by her big brother, she was forcing me to do just that. It made me sick.

I decided that I didn't want to be gagged- I was afraid of what awful thing Torrie might use to shut me up- so I decided to remain silent. It was pretty late now- I thought it was anyway, so I figured they couldn't keep me hogtied for much longer. My wrists were aching from the clothesline, and I was in pain now. I wanted to be set free desperately.

Well, it was getting late, so mom would be down here any minute to...

MOM! How could I have forgotten about mom! She was upstairs, in her room, most likely. I knew I had to yell to her- after the way Torrie had been talking she might be my best chance for freedom. At first I figured that I would calculate the best time to call out for help, but my instinct and realization made me shout out without thinking.

“Mom! HELP!” I bellowed at the top of my lungs. From my hogtied position, I couldn’t see if Torrie or Sarah were moving to stop me, but it didn’t matter- I needed to scream for help anyway. “Mom! Help! Help!” I screamed. “Help…”

CLAP. Torrie’s hand smacked down over my lips roughly. Unlike Sarah’s hand, hers was cold, and rough, but just as tight and silencing. 

“Apparently he didn’t listen to my advice, did he, Sarah?” my older sister asked.

“No, he certainly didn’t,” my younger sister agreed with a smug smile.

“Sarah, go into the pantry. Open the drawer next to the phone. I think I saw some tape in there,” Torrie instructed. My younger sister obliged and scampered off, ready to find the tape that would surely be used to seal my lips. I gave Torrie the fiercest look I could from over her silencing hand, but that only made her smile. Silently I prayed that my Mom had heard my pitiful screams- maybe she would come down to investigate and find me in this position, at which point I would be freed. Hopefully that was what would happen.

“Mmmpph!” I growled into Torrie’s hand. At this she only squeezed her palm tighter over my mouth.

Moments later Sarah came running into the room, a roll of masking tape in hand.

“Mmmpph!” I grunted.

“That’s right, that tape is for you!” Torrie said mockingly. She then instructed Sarah to tear off three strips of the tape. She took the first strip with the hand that wasn’t clamped over my mouth, and prepared to gag me with it. She quickly unclamped my mouth, grasping the other edge of the tape with her second hand. Before I had a chance to scream out, she pressed the strip of tape down, tautly over my lips.

I had a quick sniff of the tape’s adhesive as it came down onto my lips- it smelled like glue, almost. The feeling of tape over your mouth is one that is unique- the strange restricting sensation of having your mouth sealed shut is one I love now, but at the time it just made my furious. Torrie took the next to strips of masking tape and criss-crossed them, making an “X” which she then pressed down over the first strip, the three pieces of tape gagging me tightly.

“Mmmpph!” I growled, to the delight of my captors. The gag kept my attempts of speech muffled, but I knew deep down that I could get it off if I really needed to- it was only masking tape. I didn’t think my sisters knew this, however, so I counted on that in case they decided to leave me to my own devices later.

I now lay hogtied and gagged in front of my sisters. I could tell that they were thinking evil things, and suddenly became afraid of what they might do next. With my mouth gagged, I was completely venerable to awful think the might have wanted to do to me.

“So what do you think we should do with our little prisoner?” Torrie said, with what I can only guess was a coy smile on her face.

“Mmmpph!” I tried to say ‘nothing’ into my gag, just for kicks, but the muffled grunt was all that came out from behind the masking tape.

Sarah chuckled at this. “I think his feet need a good ticking!” she said with a vindictive hint in her voice. This scared the daylights out of me.

“Good idea!” Torrie exclaimed. Clearly she hadn’t thought of this (why, I don’t know) and clearly she was excited by the idea. Without hesitation I heard them both sit down, and I felt my socks removed with one quick motion.

My bare feet protruded into the air, and I was waiting for the attack to come- clenching my teeth together behind my tape gag in anticipation. It must have only been a few seconds, but it felt like eternity while my bare feet were held their by the hogtie, ready for the attack… And then it happened.

I’m extremely ticklish, and to be honest I don’t like being tickled, even to this day. While just like most of the posters on this website tickling would become a routine part of our game, I am unlike most of the posters in the respect that I hate to be tickled. I just hate it. Like I said- I’m extremely ticklish, and those two things don’t go hand in hand. I’m one of those people where you just wiggle your fingers as if you are about to tickle them and they clam up and start to laugh. Unfortunately, when you are hogtied and gagged, it’s difficult to do both of those things.

Their fingers tickled my feet savagely and mercilessly- and there was nothing I could do about it. Their fingers and fingernails groped at the soles of my feet, brushing back and forth in the typical tickling motion, and it was more than I could take.

I began to rock back and forth on my belly (being hogtied that was the most I could do in terms of resistance) while I howled into my gag in laughter. The masking tape wasn’t all too strong, and I knew if they kept this torture up I would soon wear through my gag, and that’s what I was hoping. My screams of laughter and agony (I hate being tickled) were muffled by the gag, which seemed to bulge off my face as the breath that wanted to escape from my mouth couldn’t. I began to shake as I fought my bonds, trying desperately to find a way out, but they held fast, keeping me at their will. I originally planned to keep my gag on until they left me alone, but I needed to do what I could in order to get this gag off, now.

I reached my tongue forward in my mouth, allowing it to run along the edges of the inside of my mouth, trying to wet, and thus loosen the adhesive on the tape. It tasted simply foul, but it did the trick, as the tape seemed to pop right off of my mouth. It still clung from one edge of my upper lip. I would have screamed to high heaven if it hadn’t been for the relentless tickling- still, I tried to do my best.

“Mom! Hahahahaha, Help! Haha, please, mom! Haha!” I knew I didn’t have much time before they re-gagged me, so I tried to make the most of it, but their fingers continued to tickle away at my feet, keeping me from crying out to the best of my ability. I was trying so hard to scream out, but I was laughing so hard that my own laughter and gasps for breath seemed to be stopping me. Tears had formed at the corners of my eyes, and I was absolutely desperate for escape. The tickling abruptly stopped, and after catching my breath, I tried to scream out for Mom, but a hand clamped over my mouth quickly.

“Mmmpph!” I said into her hand, which held tightly over my mouth.

“Well it looks like the masking tape wasn’t enough to keep his big mouth shut,” Sarah said, with a hint of disappointment in her voice. I would have retorted, but she was silencing me anyway. Besides, I was now sweating profusely, and breathing heavily through only my nose. I continued to pant as I tried to catch my breath.

Torrie looked like she was in some kind of deep thought. She suddenly brightened- I was afraid of anything that got her excited at this point.

“Dad’s got some duct tape out in the garage!” she said with a broad smile. “That’s really strong, it will definitely keep him quiet!”

“Mmmpph!” I grunted with some fright and disapproval. I was really nervous now- I knew that duct tape was really strong, and I had heard it could even take off skin, and that it really hurt when you took it off. I was now wishing I had just kept the masking tape on and liked it- now I was facing something much more sinister. At my pathetic attempt at letting her know how I felt, Torrie gave me a quick, evil smile. She then turned to my younger sister.

“Okay, keep him quiet, I’m going to go get the duct tape from the garage,” she instructed. Sarah nodded gleefully, grinning down at me. I closed my eyes and ignored her- how did things get to such a bad position? Torrie ran off, heading outside to the garage to get the tape, while Sarah continued to gag me with her sweaty, clammy hand.

“You must really be mad. Getting tied up by just a couple of GIRLS,” she said with a smile. “Well, it looks like you underestimated us, buddy, because you are the one who is tied up!” I could barley listen to her mindless drivel, but seeing as I was hogtied, she was in the position of power, and I had no option but to listen to her flap her gums about ‘girl power’ or something of the sort. I tried to ignore her, but it wasn’t working, so I decided to hum loudly, seeing as that would let her know that I wasn’t interested in whatever the hell she had to say.

As it turned out, she wasn’t a fan of my humming and ignoring her. She gave me a scowl, and promptly reached over, grazing her left hand over my bare feet, at which I giggled uncontrollably. My giggles were, of course, stifled by her clammy hand, a soft “Mmmpph,” was all that emerged. She wasn’t trying to torture me, only silence me, exerting her power. I took her advice, listening in silence as she started talking about how in the future, women would rule the world. I was almost hoping Torrie would get back soon with the duct tape.

It didn't take her all too long before she arrived- the large roll of silver duct tape in hand. She seemed extremely pleased with herself, and very excited- either because she finally had an instrument to truly shut me up, or because she had one that would cause me pain. She probably liked the combination.

"Got the duct tape!" she said cheerily. I did my best to give her a dirty look.

"Excellent!" Sarah said. I think they were enjoying this too much. Torrie then triumphantly grasped the edge of the tape on the roll and began to stretch out a length of it, making the same sound of the tape leaving the roll. Once the strip was about six inches long, she brought it to her mouth, and used her teeth to cut it, at which point she put down the roll, holding the strip of shiny silver tape up to the light. She moved forward, down to where I was, ready to force the tape over my mouth. Sarah removed her hand, ready for my older sister to tape it up- but she didn't.

"Wait... Here, hold this," she said, handing the wide strip to Sarah. Sarah seemed just as confused as I was- what had stopped her from proceding with the mouth taping? It didn't matter, whatever it was, it had to be good, I figured. I figured wrong.

She reached over and grabbed one of my socks that had been disgarded right before the feet tickling. She began to ball it up, and I knew what was coming. I clamped my mouth shut as tightly as I possibly could- there was no way she would stick that dirty, sweaty, stinky sock into my mouth. Once again, I was wrong.

"What, you think you can stop me? Please. Sarah, tickle his feet!"

My mouth shot open on instinct as I prepared to protest this, even before the tickling ensued. This gave Torrie more than an ample oppurtunity to force the sock into my mouth. The disgustingly damp cotton sock made its way past my lips, and I almost felt as though I was going to throw up. It felt absolutley sickening, and my tongue wasn't nearly strong enough to stop it. She used her fingers to continually force the sock into my mouth, packing it in tightly. The sock was lodged in my mouth now, and it almost made my choke. I screamed in anger and protest, but all that came out was a shockingly soft "Mmmpph," much more muffled than the tape had muffled me.

"Now THAT's a gag!" she said triumphantly. "Looks like he finally put a sock in it, huh Sarah?" she added. She and Sarah laughed at this, but it sounded like a fake laugh. I think they were just pretending to laugh to get under my skin- which they were doing an adequete job at.

"Here, give me the tape," Torrie instructed. Sarah complied, handing my older sister the strip of tape that she had already cut. She took it by each end with each forefinger and thumb, as she held the strip right in front of my mouth menacingly. I had tried to get the sock out of my mouth as soon as she had stopped packing it in, but at this point I knew it was helpless. She pressed it down tautly, the wide strip of silver clinging to my face as she did so. It's tight adhesive stuck down tightly, and was holding my lips together- sealing my mouth shut.

I knew I was helplessly gagged, but I figured I might as well test it- I tried to scream at the top of my lungs. All that came out was the soft "Mmmpph," once again.

"Perfect!" Sarah said with a grin. Torrie smiled in agreement. "Yep, nice and quiet. Here, give me the tape," she replied. Sarah handed Torrie the tape, and my older sister continued to tear off another wide strip of duct tape. She continued to press this strip down as well, only harder and longer than before. I let out a soft grunt at this, and she grinned again- she was really enjoying herself here. She continued with this, tearing off strip after strip, the familiar "rip" sound of the tearing duct tape echoing through the living room. She continued to layer the tape down over my mouth, plastering my face shut.

After my mouth was fully sealed with what had to be at least eight strips of tape, Torrie put down the roll and exhaled with satisfaction. The tape seemed cold against my face at this point- the constricting sensation of a tight tape gag was also cold with the shiny, metalic sensation added by the duct tape.

"Try to say something!" Sarah ordered with enthusiasm. I ignored her. She reached over and ticked at my feet.

"Mmmpph!" I squealed into the sock packing and duct tape. Barley any sound came out, and they seemed to derive pleasure from this.

"Well, he's hogtied, and completley helpless. His mouth is gagged, he can't say a word. How about we have a little fun with him?" Torrie asked with an evil grin. Sarah nodded vigorously. I knew I was in trouble, so I started to struggled and "Mmmpph," into my gag then, fighting the uncomfortable, scratchy rope and the thick, silencing gag.

The tickling then ensued.

To say they were barbaric would be an understatement.The tickling was harder than before- more like an attack then mere tickling. It just kept coming, it was so harsh- it sent my entire body writhing for freedom, but in my hogtied form, there was nothing that could be done. My wrists and ankles bucked back and forth, trying with all their might to escape the bonds, but the ropes were strong and the knots were tight, and I just felt my limbs begin to become enflamed with rope burn.

I screamed wildly, my laughter felt like it was exploding from my chest- but barley any sound came out. The sock kept my mouth full, forcing my tongue down, and absorbing the sound from my voicebox, keeping the sound from escaping. The several strips of duct tape, in turn, were effective in keeping my mouth shut- seeling my lips together, keeping me from spitting out the sock. I was completley helpless as the tickling was relentless. I was desperate.

I struggled and struggled, fighting for freedom like their was no tommorow. I thought I was going to die, my body was in that much agony. I hate being tickled. I was sweating worse than ever, crying like a baby, and I felt like it was only a matter of time before I wet my pants. I screamed as loud as I could into my gag, one last time.

"Mmmpph!"

Behind my panting and uncontrolable laughing/moaning, I could hear their laughter- and I could hear another voice.

"And just what do you girls think you are doing?"

My two sisters let out concurrent gasps of shock, realizing out mom was right behind them. The tickling stopped right away, and I let out a grunt of relief.

"Mmmpph!" I exclaimed, as I rolled back and forth on the floor.

"Untie him this instant!" my mom ordered. My sisters complied immediatley- they knew they were in trouble, and they knew my mom meant business.

They were taking awhile to undo all of the knots, but I didn't mind. I was now able to catch my breath, and calm myself down- it was easy to do so with my mom right here to oversee things. Slowly they undid the knots, while my mom bent down to remove my gag. Slowly and carefully she peeled away the tape, trying not to hurt me. After it was all gone, she removed the soggy, dirty sock from my mouth.

"Girls, this is disgusting! How could you do this to your brother?" my mom exclaimed. "Are you okay?" she then asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I mumbled. My speech was strange to hear after being gagged so long in one way or another, and my mouth had started to cramp after having the sock packed in it for so long.

"We're sorry," Torrie mumbled as she undid the last knot, untying my wrists.

"But he was being a jerk!" Sarah blurted out.

"Sarah Louise Hutchinson! Shut your mouth right now. We'll have none of that- nothing he could have done could have justified this!" she exclaimed. (By the way, that name is made up) It felt good to have the same thing said to Sarah that she had been saying to me all night.

All in all I was happy to be released, and as soon as I went to bed, I was planning my revenge.

We would play many more tie-up games. If you liked the story and/or want to hear more, please let me know so I will post other tales of tie-ups. As you can see, my stories are long, so I won't post again unless I think people are reading- it takes me awhile to write these.

I hope you enjoyed my story! :-)

Thanks

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

How it all began. 
Early one morning when my parents and brother weren't home, I'm not sure why but I think they were discussing our visitor over breakfast, I came downstairs. I was looking for a playstation game that might have accidentally gotten lost with some old toys when we remodled the basement a couple months ago. I opened a box and found a bunch of play detective things like a badge, handcuffs, and toy gun. I put that behind me and kept looking. I felt someone's eyes on me and turned around. 

"What are you doing, Alex?" Lindsey. 

She was wearing a small tank top and short sweatshorts. I stammered, "Looking for a playstation game." 

"It looks like you're going to play cops and robbers," she laughed. 

I blushed and said, "No, that's for little kids. My stuff got mixed up with all this other stuff when we moved it around." 

"Too bad," she said coming over and picking up the cuffs. "Since only kids play this, I guess I'll have to play alone."

"You're in college."

"So? I can still be a kid!" she said as she lunged at me with the toy cuffs. 

I tried to fight her, but I was already in a crouched position on the floor. She knocked me over and sat on my stomach, pinning my arms to my sides. I wiggled, but not much because I was enjoying being sat on by this beautiful girl. 

"Those have safety releases," I informed her smugly. 

"Not any more," she said and snapped off the plastic safety buttons. 

Crap. 

She rolled me over and cuffed my hands behind my back. Then she stood up. I was about to get to my knees when she stepped on my back and forced me to the ground again. 

"So how does it feel to be a kid?" she asked me while giggling. 

"Sucks. Let me go please?" I asked. 

"You have to beg, but first you need to go to jail," she said and helped me up. 

The jail consisted of her closet in the guest bedroom. "Have fun in there with all my girly clothes," she said and shut the door. I tried turning around to open the door, but failed. Then I realized these stupid cuffs were only plastic and with a few hard pulls I had broken them. I opened the door, but was met by a headlock. 

"You just had to break free. You just got yourself a longer sentence, little buddy," she announced and held up some rope. I tried to run but she pinned me again. She must have had practice. My stomach was facing the floor and she quickly tied my wrists, elbows, and ankles. Then she tied a good deal around my chest and above my knees. She ended it by tying my feet to my hands. 

"This isn't fair," I whined. 

"No talking," she said and stuffed a pair of clean panties in my mouth and duct taped it shut. 

I wriggled and squirmed and mppphhed into the gag, but she just sat on the edge of the bed watching. I noticed she enjoyed this very much so I struggled even harder, hopping she'd let me go sooner once she was satisfied. This was kind of fun, though. I didn't mind being tied up by a beautiful college student. 

"You aren't getting free, but I'll let you go if you beg," she spoke. 

She helped me up to my knees and sat on the edge of the bed again. My gag had been removed, which had hurt. She told me to keep the panties and put them in my pocket for me. How nice. Then she crossed her legs, which put on in front of my mouth. 

"Please, Lindsey, let me go," I said half meaning it. 

"That all you got? Now, you have to kiss my feet." 

"Please, Lindsey, I'm begging you. Let me go, please," I said and kissed her foot. 

"Nice touch, maybe if you keep it up I'll let you go sooner."

I felt totally helpless and undignified kissing her feet like this. It really wasn't fair, but I guess that's what makes it fun. 

"You are the most beautiful girl in the world and your blue eyes make you even more adorable. You're the coolest," I said and kissed her foot, "and nicest," another kiss, "girl I've ever met," and finished with one more long kiss. 

She recrossed her legs and said, "That was really good. Do it again to this foot." 

I repeated it all over again, but she didn't untie me right away. Instead, she said she wanted to talk for a bit. She said she had a lot of fun and asked if I had too. It was interesting so I said yes. Then she made me promise to let her tie me up anytime she wanted before she had to leave. I had no choice so I said yes. Finally, she untied the ropes and I went back out to look for my playstation game. As luck would have it, I didn't find the game, but I did find something else...a passion for bondage. 

~Chris

P.S. Hey Tom, have you found an independent publisher who may want to publish your stories? You already fixed all of the gramatical errors, and you write enough to make a good long book, I would like to see you write one!

Last time, Angela, Frank, Donald and I planned an elaborate trap to snag Andrew and the others. It backfired, however, when Andrew somehow found out about it and launched an attack. It completely surprised us. I was quickly captured in bed, Donald was captured earlier, and Angela caught when she arrived. We then sat and ate breakfast. Then some good news came when we learned that Chester and Jay were not able to capture Frank. 

I could hear Angela giggling and laughing under her gag. Her eyes glared at the others and started struggling and mmmmpppphhhiiingg. I guess she was crowing at the misfortune that fell on our captors. Donald was also smiling under his gag. I was also happy, for there is hope, a light at the end of the tunnel, that this would not turn into a rout for us.

Andrew, I can see from his eyes, was boiling mad! He hadn’t expected this. I guess that before, such operations went smoothly and without a hitch. I guess he put all his eggs in one basket and relied too much on their record of almost unbroken successes to dictate his strategy. And when his strategy failed, he crashed. He hasn’t got a back-up plan in case it failed, so he was distraught. To his credit, however, he managed to control his emotions, and after shouting a few curses, became calm. 

“What do we do now?” Andrew asked.

“Well, we can tickle these three and play without Frank, but you cannot claim a win?” David said.

“What else!” Andrew replied, clearly rejecting the idea. I guess he wouldn’t trade anything for a complete win.

“Or, we can find Frank, but it won’t be easy!” David finished.

“Then find Frank! I don’t care how hard it is! Hide Tom and Angela at my room and Donald at Tom’s room. We can keep them there. That way, when Betty or John or Barney wakes up, they won’t be interfering!” Andrew said.

With that, David and Chester undid Angela’s and my hog-tie and untied the ropes on our ankles. They then marched us to Andrew’s room. 

“Let’s hog-tie them!” Chester said.

“No! I’ve got a better idea!” David said. 

“What?” Chester asked.

David then whispered into Chester’s ear. I noticed a big smile emerge from Chester as he listened to David. I guess that whatever they are planning will not be pretty. 

They made us stand back to back, then they duct taped our bound wrists together, so that there would be no chance that we would untie each other’s knots. They then wrapped rope around our waists, and upper body. They used so much rope that I could barely see my shirt under all the ropes. Then they made us sit on the floor. Our feet were extending away from each other in a V shape and we were squirming a bit to be as comfortable as possible. They then turned the V into an I when they brought our legs and feet together then tied our ankles after crossing it. They then removed our shoes and socks. After that, Chester took a long rope, tied it to my ankles and tied it to a hook on the wall opposite myself. Then David took another long piece of rope and tied it to Angela’s feet and tied it to one of the legs of the bed opposite her. There was no slack on the ropes, and that eliminated any chance of us trying to stand-up. We were completely helpless that there was next to nothing chance of us freeing ourselves without outside help.

We groaned, squirmed and mmmpppphhhhed. They just laughed at us and had fun at our expense. Andrew and Jay then entered the room.

“Where’s Donald?” Chester asked.

“He’s all trussed up in my room. Whoa! What a neat way of tying somebody up! I wish I thougth of that.” Andrew remarked when he saw the way Angela and I was tied-up.

“How’s Donald tied-up?” David asked.

“Oh, nothing imaginative. Just hog-tied in Tom’s bed!” Jay replied. 

“Let’s tickle torture these two before we go out and search for Frank!” Andrew suggested. 

We groaned and struggled as much as we can when we heard what they said. It did no good. The tickle torture began in earnest, and we went absolutely berserk! Angela in particular suffered more, for Andrew and the others concentrated on her. But that was small consolation to the fact that I was extremely ticklish and they took full advantage of it. Andrew in particular tickled like he was possessed by the devil, he never tickled like this before, I guess he was still ticked off by the fact that his plan was ruined and victory would be no walk in the park. Yet he somehow managed to give us the usual 2-3 minute breaks and control the others so they also gave us breaks. They tickled us for ten minutes. After the tickling, our face was red, and we panted heavily. 

They then left us. Angela and I started to struggle. But the ropes were too snug and the knots too expertly tied for us to get anywhere. After fifteen minutes, we gave up. We were by that time covered with sweat, and thoroughly exhausted. We then waited for the game to end. But…

It was by looking at the clock in the room about 8:15 am. We heard voices coming from outside the room. Guess my younger brothers had woken-up. Then I heard footsteps go nearer and nearer the door. Then the door opened. I expected it to be Andrew, David or the twins. Instead it was Frank! What a pleasant surprise. I guess they never caught him. Andrew also apparently forgot to lock the door to his room, as he usually does. But what is surprising is that none of my younger brothers (Barney, John or Lawrence) or Betty came and untied us. They would be perfectly safe from being tied up, and they can easily bargain with us. And they regularly interfered in our games with impunity. It can sometimes be irritating but we encouraged it most of the time. Usually, it’s in order to gain advantage over the other. And the younger ones always plays both ends. Although one cannot run to our parents and let them untie us during a game, it is perfectly OK for us to use younger siblings and friends to our meet our ends and we have done so with every opportunity. So it was surprising that they didn’t interfere at this game, especially that Andrew forgot to luck the door to his room. Anyway, back to our story.

Frank just stared at us and commented on the way we were tied. We angrily groaned at him.

“Okay, okay. I’ll untie you,” he said. Frank then carefully untied all the ropes around our bodies. There was so much rope that it took him 15 minutes to completely untie us. 

“What only now? What happened to you?” Angela asked Frank.

“Where’s Donald?” Frank asked, ignoring Angela’s question.

“In my room.” I answered. With that, all three of us went to my room and found Donald hog-tied to the bed.

We untied him. “What took you so long?” Donald demanded. “By the way, what happened to you?”

“Well, I woke up at five-thirty in the morning to prepare for our attack. I ate breakfast with Mom and Dad and left at five minutes before six and headed towards Donald’s house. I carried a backpack with ropes, gags, duct tape - you know, the usual stuff. I suddenly remembered I left some stuff halfway toward Donald’s house, and I ran back toward my house. And lo and behold, who should I see as I approach our house than Chet and Jay standing in the front door. I immediately hid behind some bushes before they could see me, and it is obvious that they are waiting for me to come out. Whether or not this is a trap I don’t know but I didn’t take any chances. I went to Donald’s house and learned that you (he was pointing to Donald) had left a few minutes before. I asked if he had any companions, his parents said that Andy and David accompanied you towards Tom’s house. Well, the plan already is dead, and I suspect you two were already captured. I decided to team up with you, Angela, and somehow turn the tide. But when you arrived, you went immediately to Tom’s house that there wasn’t enough time to warn you. So I was left alone. I remained at Donald’s house, and watched from a window your house and observe. I waited for something to happen, and to tell you the truth, I haven’t got the slightest idea what to do next. I saw Chet and Jay arrive and I later saw Andrew, David and the twins leave. That’s when I saw my chance, so I went here and found you. The rest is history! ” Frank said.

“We’ll, what do we do now?” Donald asked.

“I say we hunt them down and make them pay!!” Angela said.

“Where are they?” I asked Frank.

“They are looking for you, Frank.” Donald replied.

“I think we should wait for them to arrive.” I proposed. 

“No! I’ve got a better idea.” Angela suddenly said. She then dashed out of the room. We followed and we found her using the phone. When she hung up, she said “They haven’t looked in my house yet. Let’s go there and catch them there. We’ll have total surprise! I know a short cut to my house that will take us there much faster than using the road. What say you?”

We were all impressed by her quick planning. But we have to move fast, or we might be too late. We took our backpacks filled with tying-up materials and went to Angela’s house using the shortcut. We arrived there in no time and we entered through the back door. 

We just arrived and barely had time to catch our breathe when we heard a knock on the door. Henry opened the door and let David and Jay in. We hid behind the door and immediately pounced on them. We had achieved a surprise so total that they were not able to fight back. Pretty soon, Angela and I had David pinned to the floor. “What the heck!…” David shouted.

“Don’t blame me!” Henry said. “I told you Frank is here, and here he is!” Henry sarcastically said. Frank and Donald were on top of Jay. I pulled David’s arms behind him, crossed his wrists, and Angela took a white cotton rope and wrapped it around his wrists vertically and horizontally before cinching it and knotting it off. As I said, Angela can ties mean knots, and the knots on David’s wrists were no exception. I took a long piece of rope, and wrapped it around David’s waist several times before I cinched it and knotted it off using a constrictor knot. I then tied the free ends of the rope to his wrists, pinning his wrists to his back. Frank and Donald did virtually the same thing to Jay’s wrists and waist. 

“What….H-h-h-h-ow did…Frank, h-h-h-o-w-” David stammered, still confused as to what exactly happened.

“Oh shut up!” Angela said, then took off his shoes and socks, wadded his socks and shoved the sock up his mouth. I then wrapped duct tape over his mouth and around his head. He just mmmppphhheed and we just laughed. Jay was gagged with a clean handkerchief and his mouth duct taped. I then crossed David’s ankles and tied it using white rope. I finished by tying his knees, while Angela tied his upper body, pinning his arms to his sides.

We then dragged him towards the living room and placed him on the couch. We laid him on his belly, and I took a short piece of rope, tied one end of it to his ankles, and the other end of it to his wrists. He was now in a hog-tie. Frank and Donald dragged Jay to the floor of the living room, behind the couch, so that he cannot be seen from the door, and hog-tied Jay. We then hid behind the door to wait the arrival of Andrew and Chester.

We have not long to wait. Andrew arrived a few minutes later, closely followed from behind by Chester. He knocked on the door and Henry opened the door. Henry let him in, and that’s when we pounced.

We pounced a too early. For as soon as we grabbed my brother, he shouted, “Chet, it’s a trap. Run Chet, run!” Chester, who was behind, saw what happened and as soon as he heard Andrew’s shout, dashed away. We, for our part, reacted too slowly and Donald and Frank only gave chase when Chester was already far away.

But Andrew was doomed. Angela and I soon tackled Andrew, who kept fighting. He could easily take us individually, but when we were together, it was quite different. It was difficult, but we finally got him pinned to the floor on his stomach and we were finally able to pull his arms behind his back. As I held his arms, Angela wrapped white rope on his crossed wrists, palms out, several times vertically and horizontally then cinching it and knotting it off. She tied the knots expertly, and there was no way he could get out of that without help. We then tied rope around his waist ad connected that to his wrists, and tied his ankles, knees. I was also getting annoyed with his talking so I removed his shoes and socks and shoved his own socks into his mouth. I the duct taped his mouth to prevent him from spitting it out. We finished by putting him in a tight hog-tie. 

Now that we have captured Andrew, Jay and David, the only thing we need to do is to capture Chester. Easier said than done. We have lost the element of surprise, and it would be very difficult then to catch him. 

Did we catch Chester? More importantly, did we win the game? Read the next part and find out!

By the way, I'll disappear for a little while after I post the third part of the Last Game of Spring, probably a month or two, and you won't see any more of my stories. I need to take a break from all that writing - imagine writing 25 long separate stories in a little over a month. It can be exhausting. Only my enthusiasm for this site and the encouragement of you, cj, Dorain and several others kept me going.That doesn't mean you won't hear from me again, I'll be lurking and posting a comment or two. But you won't see the rush of stories from me that you've seen in late May and througout June for a couple of weeks. Maybe after I took the rest, I would resume my rush of stories from my childhood. I hope I will be able to post stories at the rate you've seen from me this past month. But I've got to take a break! So pardon me if you don't see any posts the rest of this month.

Thanks!!! And I can't wait to read your next story, Christ Crust.

Thanks for the compliment! I love your stories too, and encourage you to continue posting them. I plan to post my next story some time this week.

I went out with this girl, Hannah, for about 6 months, when i was 16. (names all changed). She is blonde, about 5foot6 - and pretty. 

Anyway, she was round my house for the night, as her parents had gone to Paris for the weekend with my parents, and they had all agreed that we should 'look after each other' for the weekend. We watched a film, Spinal Tap, which happens to be my fave film, and one of the funniest films ever. However, i tend to tell the jokes in the film just before they happen, as i know it so well, and i also crack up a lot! Naturally she found this very annoying, and repeatedly told me to shut up, which i did, untill the next funny part. 

In the end, she got so annoyed that she got up from the floor where she had been sitting on my feet and came and sat next to me on the sofa, putting her hand over my mouth to shut me up. I was very surprised by this, and started mpppphing and generally playing the part. 

'Now stop that noise, or i will have to shut you up properly' said hannah, and i was so surprised by this threat that i did shut up, and concentrated more on the film. however, hannah had other ideas. with her free hand she began tickling my side, which naturally made me laugh.

'what did i say about making any more noise?' she asked, in a mock teacher fashion. 'i'm gonna have to teach you a lesson! dont move.' and with that, she leapt up from the sofa, leaving me to massage my mouth and wonder if she really was serious. she returned about a minute later, with the rucksak she had brought her things in. then came the shock - from the bag she took out several lengths of rope, a roll of duct tape and a scarf. 

this was my first experience, and although i now enjoy tying up games, i was really quite worried! hannah must have seen the look on my face, as she leaned over to me, kissed me and said, 'dont worry babe - i'm not gonna hurt u!' before adding, 'if you do as i say!' and then laughed. her first order was to put my hands behind my back, which i did, and i felt her loop rope around my wrists before cinching it and tying it off. i tested the knot - it wasnt going to come undone without help! she then placed the scarf over my eyes, before knotting it behind my head. i didnt like the idea of this - and said 'no way are you blindfolding me! take it off!' but she laughed and said, 'we really are going to have to do something about that loud mouth of yours!' i felt something being pushed into my mouth, forcing my tongue back. it was soft, and tasted odd. 'how does it taste?' asked hannah. 'mmmmph' came the obvious reply. 'glad you like it,' she retorted, 'its one of my socks!'. i tried to spit it out, but heard the sound of tape coming off the roll, and within seconds i could feel duct tape being wound round my head.

i was now mute and blind, and could do nothing about it as my hands were tied tightly behind my back. next i felt my socks being pulled off, and rope being looped around my ankles, before it was cinched and tied off. then i was hogtied, and, lying on my front, i was completely helpless. hannah had worked in silence, so when she had finished tying me up i didnt know whether or not she was there, all i could hear was the tv blaring, but i didnt feel like laughing along at the jokes any more!

suddenly i heard a zipping noise, and then i was rolled over onto my back. the rope tying my hands to my feet was released, but then i heard the zipping noise again, and realised i was inside a sleeping bag. then hannah spoke.

'how is my little hostage?'

i felt her hands on my head, and suddenly the blindfold came off. i blinked in the light, and realised i had been right. i was in a sleeping bag alright - it was hannahs. she giggled. 'time for bed!' she unzipped the sleeping bag, before lying next to me, and zipping it up as far as it would go. then she rolled over on top of me, and zipped it all the way up. we were cocooned together! then she did some explaining. 'why do you think i suggested Spinal Tap? i know you love that film and would talk all the way through it. have you not realised yet - i planned it all along! why did i have all this ready? why do you think i borrowed my mum and dads double sleeping bag?' the penny dropped. hannah had set it all up! and i had fallen for it!

hannah untied me the following morning, after a nights sleep which was interrupted at regular intervals by hannah poking or tickling me. i was glad when i could finally spit out her smelly sock!

sorry this seems quite long - but i didnt really want to shorted it!

Peace
Spencer

-Thankyou!

The TV was turned on; some sort of fashion program was on, and I idly admired the models in their designer clothes while debating when I should start to try and get free. Malcolm, of course, would be very disappointed if he came back and found just the chair with rope tangled around it. I had no doubt that escape would be just a matter of a bit of struggle and patience. If I thought that he would be able to inescapably tie me up, I would not have let him. 

I pulled gently, experimentally against my bonds. The smooth, white nylon pressed against my wrists and arms firmly. Malcolm had made many turns of the rope, so it didn’t cut into me, but it was pretty firm. Okay, so maybe this would be just a bit of a challenge. I glanced down at my legs. The hemline of my dress was just above my knees, and above them were the neat, intricate bands of rope holding them together. I slide my thighs back and forth. I could only move them slightly, and the effort caused my nylons to hiss and the chair to creak softly. I stained forward to see my ankles; they, too, were intricately bound with the same smooth, white nylon rope. I tiled my head back and looked at the ceiling. Probing with my fingers, I tried to find a knot, or a loose band of rope which would provide me with some slack. One of my fingernails lightly grazed the rope binding my wrists. I twisted my fingers back harder, and they just barely touched one of the coils. I couldn’t find any knots. I relaxed and looked back down.

Okay, Lisa, I thought, nothing to worry about yet. You’ve gotten out of worse jams than this. There was not way he could have tied you up really good. He wasn’t crafty enough to do that. He’d probably be back in ten minutes to untie me, anyway. He’d be bored wherever he was and would want to play some different games. Besides, I was a straight-A student. I was accustomed to evaluating problems and arriving at solutions. 

My attention drifted back to the TV. The fashion show was almost over, and they were showing the final girls in their designer gowns. I envied them, with their gorgeous, long dresses, strolling up and down the stage. It looked a lot more fun than playing tie-up games during a babysitting assignment. The show ended, and another one began. Some monotonous documentary about the life of insects. 

I started to get a bit bored, so once again I turned my attention to untying myself. This time, I pulled a bit harder with my hands. They were tied palm-to-palm, forcing my arms against my sides and my shoulders back. Plus, my arms were tied, so I didn’t have much leverage. I pulled one arm up, then the other, trying to find a fault in Malcolm’s efforts. I could barely move, and my hands showed no sign of getting free. The ropes around my arms were cinched to the side slats of the chair back, so there was no chance of sliding them over the top. Of course, I couldn’t untie my legs without the use of my hands. I pulled hard from side to side. It only caused the chair to creak slightly and the ropes to strain. It was beginning to occur to me that this might take a bit longer than anticipated.

I wondered what had become of Malcolm. He had been gone for over half an hour, and I couldn’t hear him anywhere. Naturally, because of the gag, I was unable to call out to him. Part of me, though, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he had gotten the better of me. He would more likely than not tease me about it for the rest of the night until I held him down and tickled him. Better to keep persisting and untie myself. I knew I could do it – I just hadn’t really given it my best effort!

It’s strange, but when you are tied up and gagged, your mind starts to drift outwards. You think, of course, where your captor is, but you also wonder about other people. Friends that you know walking about freely while you are sitting there helpless. I started to think about Ryan, a boy who sat two rows ahead of me in biology class. I thought he was really cute, and found myself glancing surreptitiously at him during lessons. Once he had met my gaze and I had quickly looked away, blushing furiously. 

Real smooth, Lisa, real smooth.

I wondered what he was doing at the moment. I could picture him out on a Saturday night, with friends, having a great time. My girlfriend, Kelly, knew that I had a crush on him. “Lisa,” she would say, “you gotta let him know you like him. Some guys are really shy, afraid of rejection. This is the nineties. Make the first move, for Pete’s sake. Grab what you want!” Wonderful advice! As a birthday present, she had given me a couple of free movie tickets, and had encouraged me to initiate asking him if he’d like to take in a movie some time. 

I blushed slightly at the prospect of asking a guy outright if we could go out sometime. But the more I thought about it, the more courage I saved up. Why not? I had the tickets in my purse, which I had left on the living room table. All I would have to do is pick up the phone and phone him. Simple. Real simple. Tickets. Phone. Ryan. Real simple when you weren’t tied to a chair. I closed my eyes and thought about him. It would be wonderful if he would just walk through the door and rescue me. Sweep me off my feet. Of course, he barely knew I existed. He was probably out somewhere, laughing, having a great time, not knowing I was tied up somewhere dreaming about him. Maybe some other girl was talking to him at this very moment, smiling into his eyes. I struggled some more.

It was so frustrating!

I renewed my efforts to get free. Instead of systematically trying to loosen the ropes, I struggled mightily. After a minute, I gave up. It was hopeless. I was no closer to getting free than when I was first tied up. My first time tied up, and was totally helpless.

Lisa, Spencer, unknown and anyone else I missed (sorry but the page seems to be all up and down at the moment) :-(

Thanks too for your stories, some wonderful stories from you all, I hope to see more. It is refreshing to see the site returning to normal.

Richard UK?? Are you still around.. ??
 

This story took place a week or 2 ago, just when school ended. My group of friends and I are 16-17 years of age. My friend Brett decided to have a little celebration party thing. Now this girl Stephanie (whom we refer to as Steph) was there aswell. Now this girl I have had a crush on for quite awhile but am too shy to mention anything so we remain friends. She has shoulder-length brown hair with blonde highlights, and green eyes.

Ok so it was like 4 am and we all decided to hit the hay. I stay awake unable to sleep realizing I am laying a mere few feet away from Steph. My mind begins to wonder to my bondage obsession. Now I am still a little drunk and feeling courageous so this crazy idea pops into my head.

I think back to a previous instance to when I got wasted and Brett and somebody else were forced to tie me up because I was so frantic. I am not going to go into this story becuase I dislike male bondage. But I remember that they used several belts grabbed from Brett's brothers room.

I crept quietly into the room and grabbed a few belts. I then trotted down the hall to the laundry room, already having a plan in mind. I stood on a chair and wrapped a belt around a pipe in the ceiling, leaving some slack hanging down.

Now is when the real action is to take place. Steph is laying on the couch wearing only a large shirt to sleep in. I gently roll her over and tightly bind her wrists together with a belt. She begins to stir. I quickly pick her up. I clamp one hand over her mouth while using the other arm to wrap around her body and drag her to the laundry room.

By now she was fully awaken and begins to resist and scream into my hand. Her bare feet slap against the concrete floor as she attempts to kick free. I put her on the ground and grab a roll of duct tape. At this time she sees my face and begins to relax a little. I stress ONLY A LITTLE. I spread a long strip over lips, silencing her. She continues to protest through the tape.

I bind her ankles together with another belt. Now I lift her to her feet and she stands their, tighly bound hand and foot with belts and gagged with a single strip of duct tape. She couldnt be more beautiful (in my eyes).

I realize that I made a mistake in my binding. I step behind her and begin to unfasten the belt binding her wrists together. I whisper into her ear "No funny stuff." And lightly tickle her side. She winces, then nods her head yes in understanding. I finish untying the belt then grab both her wrists firmly and bring them imfront of her where I again tie them tightly to each other with the belt.

Now that that is finished, I grab a chair and stand on it. I grab her bound wrists and pull them above her head. She looks up and shrieks under her gag as she realizes whats going on, but its too late. I stretch her arms to the maximum and tie her wrists to the slack of belt hanging from the pipe I tied earlier. Her shirt is pulled up a little bit, revealing a little bit of the thong that she is wearing underneath. Her toes barely graze the cold concrete floor.

I step down and admire my work. I stand there and watch her struggle for 15 minutes, until she works up a sweat. I begin to express myself to her "Steph, I have had feelings for you for awhile now and maybe its the alcohol but I had to do something and tonight was the night." She looks at me mmpphhning slightly. "I also enjoy the sight of a beautiful bound damsel and thought that there is no better damsel than the one before me now." Even under the tape I can tell that she is blushing. I will sadly untie you now, but, first I have 2 questions. 1. You wanna go out sometime? and 2. Can we do this again?" She nods her head yes both times.

I then begin to smile for who knows how long. I climb the chair and untie her. Once I have her completely free we get to talking. She said that she rather enjoyed the exhileration of being bound like that and would like to do it again with me!

We have gone out on a date since then but no bondage has taken place (yet). My fingers remain crossed however and I will keep you all posted.

Last time, when Andrew and the others failed to capture Frank, they decided to find him. David and Chester walked Angela and me to Andrew’s room, where we were tied up in a unique position. Andrew and Jay hog-tied Donald in my bed. They soon left us, and Frank then went in and untied us. We went to Angela’s house, where we were able to capture David, Andrew and Jay. Chester, however, got away.

We had just finished hog-tying Andrew, when Frank and Donald returned. At first I was relieved to have them back, but I then noticed that they came back empty handed.

“Where’s Chet?” Angela asked.

“He got away. He was too fast for us.” Frank replied.

I don’t blame them. Although not as physically strong his allies, he was one of the fastest boys around. Still, it’s kinda funny. Our situations were reversed. A little while ago it is they who were on the verge of victory, yet have one missing which prevented them from one winning. Now it is us who has captured three out of four of our “enemies”, and need only to capture one to win. 

Still, Angela was boiling mad that Frank and Donald failed to catch Chester. She then went into a verbal harangue against the rest of us for botching her supposedly “brilliant” plan. We just listened, more amused than angry, until Frank put a stop to it.

“Hold it!” Frank said. “While we listen to your drivel, Chet is getting farther and farther away. So if you have nothing better to say, shut up!!”

That quieted her a bit. “I’m sorry if I lost my cool there. But - ” Angela said. 

“Look, if you don’t have any new ideas, just shut up or we’ll gag you!” Donald threatened. 

“Okay. Here’s my idea.” Angela continued. “As I see it, you three could go now and look for Chet, or we could give Andy, Jay and David a little tickle torture before we look for him?”

We of course chose to tickle torture them first. We tickled them on the soles of the feet, on the stomach, on the ribs, on the sides and on the armpits. The just went crazy. They struggled, trying to avoid our fingers, but it was in vain. They had absolutely no chance and soon, they just laughed their heads off. They laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and shouted and shouted and shouted, which came through the gag as mmmmppphhhhhhssssss. They jerked so violently that David nearly fell off the couch. Fortunately for them, we (me, Donald and Frank at least) gave them breaks, while Angela seemed out of control. We reminded her of the rules, and with that, sobered up and gave them breaks.

We continued the torture for a good 20 minutes with 2-3 minute breaks. Still even with the breaks, their faces turned red, their eyes were on the verge of tears, and they were breathing heavily. They were covered with sweat and clearly are exhausted. 

“I think that they’ve learned their lesson. Let’s find Chet!” I said.

“Wait, a minute, what if he came back here while we’re gone?” Donald asked.

“Don’t worry. Henry and I can handle it!” Angela boasted.

“Are you sure” Frank asked.

“Sure I’m sure. Don’t worry. We can handle it!” she replied.

“Okay, but promise that you won’t tickle the prisoners while we’re gone.” I demanded. I just didn’t trust her to keep control of herself, but I do trust that she will keep her word. Besides, we have Henry as our eyes and ears (well, sorta) if she did something stupid. 

“Ah…Uh….I…promise. I promise!” she said, although at first hesitantly. 

We took some rope from our backpacks and stuffed it in our pockets. Frank also carried a roll of duct tape. It was now nine-thirty in the morning, and I realized that we’ve been playing for about three hours, with no end in sight. We left and began the search. Boy, was it difficult. Finding Chester is like finding a needle in a haystack. We split up to cover more ground, searched every backyard, asked every adult and child if they had seen him, combed through the local woods and in every conceivable place, and yet could not find him. We phoned Angela a couple of times to make sure he didn’t beat us there, and Chester was not there. We left no stone unturned and we looked in every nook and cranny for sign of him. After one and a half hours, at 11:00 am, we gave up and met near the edge of town and discussed our efforts.

“Find anything?” I asked.

“Not a single soul knows where he is. At least that’s what they tell me.” Frank said.

“Well, I’ve been to my house, to Donald’s house, to the woods, to David’s house, and several of our friend’s houses, but didn’t find him. “ I said.

“Well, maybe some of our friends are hiding him!” Donald added.

“Yea, plus he always seems to be a step ahead of us!” Frank remarked.
 

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to go back and tell Angela the bad news. She’ll have a fit when she hears this!” I added.

We all laughed. We started to walk towards Angela and Henry’s house. At about a quarter past eleven, we passed by Chester and Jay’s house.

“By the way, who checked that house?” I asked, pointing to their house.

“Frank did!” Donald said.

“What do you I did? I though you did it.” Frank replied.

“No. I didn’t check it. If it’s not you, Frank, maybe it’s you!” Donald said, pointing at me.

“ No, I didn’t check it. Damn it, that’s why we can’t find him. Nobody checked his house!!” I shouted.

“Then what are we waiting for. Let’s check it now!” Frank suggested.

We came to the door and knocked. Mrs. Adams opened the door, and greeted us and let us in the house.

“Good morning, Mrs. Adams.” I said. “Is Chet and Jay at home?” I asked.

“Jay’s not here. He went out to play with his friends early this morning and hasn’t returned. However, Chester’s upstairs in his room. Oh! Chester, Tom, Frank and Donald are here.” As she was talking to us, she saw Chester come down the stairs and called him.

Chester just looked us in the eye! He was scared. “Uh oh!” he said, then dashed toward the back door and outside. I then gave chase. When I reached the back yard, I saw Chester enter a hole in the fence and run into the street. As I said, Chester is one of the fastest boys around, yet I consider myself fast as he is. I ran into the street and chased him. I chased him on the street, on the front and back yards of various houses, through the local woods. Remember, it is half-past eleven in late spring, and the sun is up in a clear sky, so it is very hot. We ran around under the sun and I was soon covered with sweat. We ran, and though we soon were exhausted, we didn’t give up. I decided to change my strategy. Running after him will get me nowhere, as we had seen. I soon took a short cut on the woods, and I waited. Soon I saw Chester running, and walking to rest. I hid behind a tree. Soon he ran past me, and I jumped on him. We were soon rolling on the forest floor each trying to gain advantage over the other but neither getting it. He was exhausted, but so was I. We soon were lying on the floor, panting and resting and just cooling out. We were covered with sweat. We rested for about ten minutes, laughing and just watching each other for sudden moves. 

“So, are you going to come quietly?” I finally asked. 

“Let’s just say I won’t go down without I fight!” Chester replied.

“You’re making it hard for yourself!” I said.

“Well, I ain’t gonna make it easy for you either.” he replied.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be?” 

“Yup!”

“What if I drag you from here to Angela’s house?”

“You know you can’t.”

We continued to argue, talk, and laugh. It’s true that I alone cannot bring him to Angela’s house so we can win the game. I also am not strong enough to forcibly tie Chester up. The rules state that you must use force to do it, and we have done so in everyday. So I was stuck. Frank and Donald are nowhere in sight; we were too fast for them. Chester, though not as strong as the others, is capable of wrestling me. Fortunately, Frank and Donald finally caught up. It is 11:50 am. 

“Finally, we found you. You shouldn’t have run off like that. I had to explain to Mrs. Adams what had happened! Anyway, nice work. Looks like we’ve got victory in the bag!” Frank exclaimed.

“Damn!” Chester said, and stood up to run. I was able to catch him before he was able to run, and we wrestled on the ground, Chester trying to get away and I trying to hold him. As usual, nobody gained any advantage but with Frank and Donald around, it was different. Frank and Donald soon pulled Chester from the fray, and I took the rope from my pocket.

“Aw, do you guys have to tie me up?” Chester whined.

“That’s the way the cookie crumbles!” Frank said. He and Donald then forced Chester’s arms to his back, and crossed his wrists. I then wrapped the rope vertically then horizontally the cinching it and knotting it off. I placed the knots well out of reach of his fingers, and asked him to test it. He tested it and it held. I asked if it hurts, he said no. “Just don’t march me in front of people. I mmmmpppphhhh!” I took a white clean handkerchief and inserted in his mouth while he was talking. Frank, who is still carried the duct tape, then duct taped his mouth

“Don’t worry, nobody but us we’ll see you like this!” I assured him. I took Donald’s rope and wrapped it around his waist and his wrists that had the effect of pinning Chester’s wrists to the small of his back. Frank took out his rope and wrapped it around the upper body of Chester. Soon, he was all trussed up. We walked him past the woods to the streets. It is now noon and it is hot! We decided to walk him in the streets and to hell if anybody sees him tied up. Fortunately, nobody paid any attention to him. We reached Angela’s house and what we saw shocked us.

Angela is lashed to the post in her living room. Her hands are tied behind her back, her mouth cleaved-gagged, and based on her bulging cheeks, her mouth was stuffed. I noticed that only one of her feet was barefoot (it was the left foot), and since I can’t find the sock, I presumed that the stuffing used on her mouth was her sock fresh from her feet. (Yuck!!!) Her position is that she is sitting on the floor with her back resting on the pole. Miles of rope lashed her upper body to the post and I had difficulty seeing her shirt as it is almost covered with rope. Her ankles were crossed and tied with rope. When she saw us, she just mmmppphhh loudly. Standing beside her apparently guarding her is her little brother Henry. I can’t understand what she is saying.

We barely had entered the house when Andrew, David and Jay attacked us. The fight is 3 against 3, and if you look at it, it would seem a fair fight. But you forget that Andrew and David are a little bit physically stronger than Frank, Donald and I. We were also so surprised at the recent developments that we didn’t react quickly enough to be able to throw them back. So, I was soon pinned to the floor by Andrew, Frank by David and Donald by Jay. Added to that, Henry untied Chester, and we were now outnumbered four to three. That sealed our fate. Well, so much for our win.

“Hey! What the heck is going on?” I shouted. I of course already know what happened, but I’m still confused as to what exactly happened.

“You know what is going on here. Turnabout is fair play!” my brother proclaimed. He then pulled my arms behind my back. I tried to resist, but Chester helped him, and all resistance collapsed. Andrew then wrapped rope around my wrists, cinched it, then knotted it.. I don’t know how he tied it, but it is snug, and not painful. I tested the ropes, and like all of my brothers knots, held. Meanwhile, Chester removed my shoes and socks, wadded one of the socks, and gave it to Andrew after he finished with my wrists. 

“Oh no! Not my socks! It’s disgummmmmmppphhhhh!” I was interrupted by my sock being shoved into my mouth. He then clamped his hand over my mouth to prevent me from spitting out my socks while Chester prepared the duct tape. Andrew suddenly released his hand over my mouth, but before I had a chance to spit out the disgusting socks, Chester sealed my mouth with duct tape. He then the tape around my head several times. I just mmmmpppphhhhh! My brother then wrapped rope around my waist and my wrists so that my wrists were pinned to my back. 

They then dragged me to the post where Angela was lashed to. He made me sit down and lean on the post, so if you look at us from a certain perspective, we would look like we were tied back to back with a post in between. Andrew then took a piece of rope, inserted it from my back to the front in between my right arm and body at the armpits and inserted it from the front to the back in between my left arm and body at the armpits. He took the ends of the rope, wound it around the post, Angela and me, sometimes over my arms and body, sometimes under my arms and over my body, sometimes not over me at all, but it was wound a couple of dozen times. When Andrew was over, I was wrapped with much rope, and Angela was wrapped with more. He pulled the rope, making sure it was tight, the knotted it off at my stomach. I tested it, it was tight with no slack, and I could not move my upper body. I can shake my head and bend my knees, but that’s about it. I couldn’t move anything else. My wrists are useless because aside from being bound and pinned to my waist, it was trapped between my back and the post. But it was not painful and not uncomfortable. We just were not going anywhere. I just made myself as comfortable as possible, and to wait the inevitable tickle torture and for the game itself to end.

David tied Franks hands, wrists crossed, behind his back and removed his socks and shoes. As far as I can tell, he too was gagged with his own smelly socks and mouth duct taped. David then crossed his ankles and duct taped it. He also duct taped his knees. David then dragged Frank across the living room and sat on the chair. There, David inserted ropes through slots at the backrest of the chair, pinning Frank’s wrists to the back of the chair. His upper body then was wound around the backrest of the chair, and when he was over, Frank is tightly pinned to the chair.

Donald was hog-tied in the floor, mouth stuffed also with his own socks, gagged with duct tape, by Jay. The hog-tie was tight, and was barely able to move.

After trussing us all up, they then drew back to admire their handiwork.

“Now what?” Jay asked.

“Let’s invoke rule no. 3!” Andrew shouted. We groaned and were terrified with Andrew’s suggestion. Rule no. 3 involves tickling.

Then without warning, they began their tickle offensive. They tickled me on my feet, my stomach, my sides, my ribs and my armpits. I went crazy. I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed my head off, which through my gag, came out as faint mmmmppphhhhssss. I jerked, struggled and tried to avoid fingers, but if you’re in my bound and gagged position, it is generally useless. I just received the punishment. Fortunately, they gave me the usual 2-3 minute breaks so I can catch my breath. They continued this for half an hour. My face was red, my eyes on the verge of tears when they finally stopped. Then they left us for the customary 30 minutes.

I realized by that time that struggling will get me nowhere. I tried feeling for knots, but I felt none. Angela kept moving and struggling. Frank also struggled against the bonds, and so did Donald, but after fifteen minutes, all they did was exhaust themselves. I decided to think over what happened. It was obvious that Henry had a change of heart while we were away, and untied Andrew, Jay & David while Angela was not looking. Then they grabbed Angela and tied her to the pole. Then we arrived, and the rest is history.

They returned after 30 minutes and untied us. They proclaimed their 12th triumph over us, and we swore revenge. We congratulated ourselves for an extremely good game. This was the longest game up to that time, and each of us loved every minute of it, except maybe when they are being tickled. Angela in particular took her second consecutive defeat in good spirits, and that I think, increased her determination to win. But that doesn’t end the matter.

It was past one when the game ended so we ate lunch at Angela’s house prepared by Mrs. Dale. She had arrived twenty minutes before they untied us, and seems to consent as long as they untied us by lunch. It was a hearty meal, considering that we worked up an appetite following an extremely long game, with many bizarre twists and turns, which made it more enjoyable. We discussed the game while we ate, and each described what happened. It turned out that Chester fled to his house and then called Angela’s house. If Angela would answer it, he would hung-up then redial hoping that Henry would answer. When Henry did answer, Chester bribed ($5) Henry to flip-flop. Henry accepted and apparently told Chester to wait for another call to indicate whether or not he succeeded. Chester was waiting for the return call when we found him and we chased him and caught him. Meanwhile, when Angela was in her room fixing herself and entrusting the care of the prisoners to Henry, Henry untied Andrew and the others, who pounced on Angela when she emerged from her room. The rest is history.

Still there are loose ends I want to find out. I later asked Barney how did he find out about our plan. He told me that Betty told him all about it. When I asked my sister about it, she said she didn’t tell anyone but Barney and she was assured that Barney wouldn’t tell. But Barney did tell, and our whole plan went up in smoke.

That game, which was the last game of that spring, was the longest up to that time. The games, which started when I annoyed my brother while he was watching TV, has escalated and involved more and more characters. Yet, even with the tight binding of some and the tickle torture, that each of us enjoyed the game, and each one of us would never back out of any game, and none of us ever did. All our games ended in victory for one side, and there was no draw, for each of us, even those who lost, finished what was started. We never left a game unfinished. Also a factor is our parents tolerant attitude towards these games. Because they themselves played as kids tie-up games, they seemed OK about it. In fact, in some cases they encouraged it and in one case, they participated. 

Spring of 1966 is the beginning. It is a beginning of my tie-up adventures that would last many years, and would draw even more characters. 

The End.

I would like to thank Canuck for having these wonderful site. It is fun, appealing, and most of all, innocent games involving tie-up situations. I had been to other similar sites, but there is no other site like this. Canuck’s site is four and a half years old and may it long endure. Because of this site, I can share my experiences with the world. Thank you Canuck!!!

I would like to thank Christ Crust, Dorain, cj, and several others for the nice and encouraging comments and for sticking up for me on several occasions in the past month. You guys were great help in encouraging me to post and I thank you for that. I hope you enjoyed my stories, as I enjoyed recounting them and typing and posting it.

To others who read my stories, thank you for taking the time to read my stories. I know they are long, some say extremely long, and I appreciate those who would read it.

Now that I finished with the spring games, I would rest before I would post my summer games. As I said, you probably won’t hear from me for a couple of weeks after I post this message. To those of you who wanted to read more of my experiences, please be patient. I’ll come back, that I guarantee. I love this site too much to leave it. But what I’m not sure of is when, so you may have a long wait or a short wait, depending on the circumstances. But one thing is clear, the summer stories would come within the year.

Now like the soldier of World War II, I’ll just fade away…

One of my friends cousins owns a paint ball sight and one day we all decided to go up there and have some fun with our girlfriends. So it was 4 guys and 4 girls. Pretty cool. I wont give the guys names because its the girls who are important. 

amanda (22)- My girlfriend, she has dirty blonde hair great curves and idont want to brag but she is amiazingly beautiful She is 5'9 great long legs. Great hands

Julie(21)- 5'5 AND VERY CUTE
alison (23) 5'7 and also a good looker great bod.LOl 
dina (24) she is a beuatiful girl body of an amazon a tall voluptiuos 5-10. She is the one that overpowerded me in the battles.

Well we finally get to the sight and one of the guys says we have to mix it up because the girls would not be able to beat us in a paint war which you have to capture the other teams flag to win. So as usual the girls took offense and said they wanted to prove us wrong so we decided to go along with it and have it us against them. So we were the blue team and the girls were the red team they get red flag patches to wear to idetify themselves as if we couldnt tell.

So we set up our flags and they set theirs up and we begin our paint war. Now my team decides it is best to split up so we dont risk getting ambushed and all get killed at one time,so we seperate and go through the woods and prepare for our battle. Now all's i know is the us guys won but i had the priviledge to be a hostage of paint war and i will tell you how it all happened.

I saw my girlfriend(amanda) by herself searching and in the wide open perfect target and i put the paint ball gun up ready to take aim and fire when out of no where i am knocked from behind by dina(amazongirl) it was obvious i was being targeted and setup then the other girls came in and were around me hunting me like raptors i tried to fight but with amazongril and the other girls including my girlfriend i was no match for em. I tried to yell but as soon as i did dina slammed her hand over my mouth. I continued to yell into her hand but the more i did the more dina pressed her hands tightly against my lips she told me to stop so i did and she let her grip go. I waited a few seconds and the other girls were holding me down hands and feet. I tried again to yell to the guys but my girlfriend quilckly placed her nice long hands firmly over my mouth. She kept telling me to shutup and not to make it hard on myself so dina came and mygirlfriend removed her hand then dina(amazongirl) placed her hands over my mouth while my girlfriend sit on my chest. I was held silent by dina's hand the entire time while my girlfiend tried to talk to me and ask me to tell her team where the flag was. I kept squirming trying to break free from the other girls grips and dina's handgag but it was 4 angainst 1 i had no chance.

My girlfrienf then removed dina's hand from my lips and asked me if i was going to tell her team where the flag was i told em no and as soon as i tried to utter more words dina handgagged me again. Then my girlfriend says we will keep him as our hostage. I thought to myslef well that is stupid because they cant hold me down forever they should just kill me but low and behold alison (one of the other girls) says she has duct tape in her equipment bag. My girlfriend then says lets tie him up. 

Now i cant believe what is about to take place and i am still being handgagged by the amazongirl. My girl friend and julie take my hands and place em behind my back and start to tape them up i struggle but amazongrils and alison are holding me and amazongirl is handgaging me. Iam am fighting it and squirming voilinetly so dina needs to use both her hands to hold me instead of one and the ohter one as a handgag so she takes her red bandana off and packs it into my mouth to keep me quiet instead of her hands until the other girls bind my hands completely. Once they did dina then wraps the tape around my upper arms so my hands and arms are completely bound and then she places her hand over my packed mouth again as my girlfriend binds my legs tight. Tehn din from behind me still with the handgag get the duct tape and then start wrapping my mouth shut with the tape and the bandana in. She wrapped it very tight and did it four times then ripped the tape and placed her strong hands against my lips with the tape on and presses it down and says now your our hostage dont make anynoise.

They tried to get me to give em the flag one more try but i declined. So they undid my feet so i could walk. Amazon girl stood in back while my girlfriend and alison stood at my side and julie strayed in front. They took me back to their command post(Base) and then taped me to a tree and tightened my mouth gag up and tied my feet. then went on to fight leaving me by their flag bound and gagged. They went out to lose the battle. They came back to untie me but they wiped they took their time letting me squirm and be unconfortabkbe with the gag and bondage.

But thats my story 100% true thought i would share it with you all.

The mick

the ladies involved.

amanda(girlfriend to be) same girl in paint ball wars we werent dating at the time but were starting to form our relationship. She was always a kinky girl and she introduced me to the kink.

rebecca-She was 5'4 and very pretty girl. I dont know what ever happened to her but she looked like a smaller version of actress shannon elizabeth , very attractive i still think of her to this day and what they did to me.

Well it started out with me trying to get the two girls to have a threesome with me. I was nonstop and kept trying to persaude the two girls to have their way with me. I was on them at the beach back in their room anywhere possible i was trying desperately to get them into the sack and up until we started getting alittle buzzed from drinking.

As the nite wore on amanda says to me 

"hey rebecca and i are heading back to our rooms do you want to come" 

Now my buds are like looking at me like im the luckiest guy in the world and i would agree.

"sure" i said "i will be over in a little bit"

so they left and i chatted with my buds telling them thati was trying so hard to get them 2 to have a threesome with me. they laughed. Any ways about 15 minutes passed and i decided to head over to their room. 

I knock on the door and rebecca answered and i walked in. At firt i didnt see amanda anywhere and was wondering where she was cause she was the girl i had the boner for. 

"wheres Amanda" i asked rebecca

"she will be here soon" she replied looking so hot in her tight shorts.

As i walked passed the bathroom and into the room with her Amanda came out of the bathroom after i passed it and came from behind placing her hand over my mouth.

"shhhhh" she said."you are going to get a little surprise from us" both of them giggling and i have to admit i was very turned on with Amanda's long fingers pressed tightly to my lips. I could feel her sweat on her palms as she clenched me tight. She walked me into the bedroom with her handgag in place and both of the girls sat me in the chair. 
Amanda kept her hand over my mouth and kept saying
"you are going to have one good experience" she told rebecca to get the bed sheets and pillow cases and rebecca did and again Amanda held her hand firmly over my mouth saying

"shhhh, dont worry you will have fun."

I knew right then that this girl knew what she was doing and must have tied up people before but i was along for the ride and waiting my turn.

Rebecca rips the sheets off the bed and the pillow cases as well and brings them to Amanda.

Amanda says" I am going to take my hand away so dont make noise i dont want to get thrown out of the hotel" So i complied an went along. She then took the bed sheets and started to bind my upper shoulders to the chair very tight and secure and then she bound my hand behind my back and chair very tightly. I could barley move the binds were so tight i never saw bed sheets used in this manner but i tell you i was very amused. After she bound my upper body tight i tried to speak.

I tried to say "ididnt expect this as part of the plan" but rebecca placed her hand over my mouth tightly standing behindme as Amanda used the other sheet to bind my legs secure and tight. Rebecca didt release the grip untilAmanda was done with the tying up of me. After Amanda finished she then took the 2 pilliow cases and said,

"now comes the fun part shutting you up good"

She then took the pillow case and thrusted it in my mouth wrapping a cleave gag around my head tight as hell.

"this will shut you up"

But that wasnt the best part she wasnt done gagging me, she then took the other pillow case and untop of the cleave gag she did an over the mouthgag and again it was tight. 

I mumbled and mmpphhed under the layed pillow case gag but it was so thick and so tight you couldnt barely here me scream into the gag

This girl amanda knew how to render someone speechless and could make them helpless.This is how i fell for her.lol But that is not it i was bound and gagged for a little stripshow. I sat helpless in the chair squirming and getting excited as both Amanda and rebecca took their clothes off at the same time. Amanda never looked so good with her beautiful curves and hot body. She would perform a lap dance on me and kiss my lips which were buried under the pillow case gag. Amanda was alittle more of the stripper who showed more Rebecca showed her breasts and was little more held back. She left the room as i was held Amandas captor and Amanda continued to dance and lap dance and kiss me on my neck and on the gag for a good 30 minutes more getting me very excited. She then was done and left me tied up teasing me for ten minutes.

"do you want to still fuck me" she said

All i could do was nod my head yes and mmmphh into the gag.

she smiled and undid the gag and the binds. I was never scared and trusted her the whole time. I knew she wouldnt o anything to embarrass me cause i think she had the same feelings that i had for her towards me. 

"you trusted me that whole time"she said

"i said the way i feelfor you i had to risk it"

She laughed and ever since then our relationship has sky rocketed
 

the girls
amanda-Same girl as in my paintballwar. She now is my girlfriend. I am not ashamed to say she is beautiful with a great body. 
rebecca-5'4 she was Amanda's friend at college. She was a very hot girl who looked like a smaller version of actress shannon elizabeth. I always wondered what happened to her her and think about what she and amanda did to me.
 
 
 

A few yrs back a whole bunch of my friends went away together to the shore and stayed at the same hotel. We rented 4 rooms cause there was eight of us. At the time me and Amanda were just friends and i was trying to get her and her friend rebecca to have a threesome with me. I was relentless on the subject and kept at it almost nonstop. Now i knew Amanda had a thing for me and we fooled around before but nothing serious so it was all in fun that i was trying to get these girls to go in on the deal and i really kept at them until i think both of then came up for a plan with me after we were all partying and getting a little buzzed.

"we're gonna head back to our room,do you want to come"Amanda said to me and i was in complete shock. 

My friends couldnt believe what they were hearing cause they new what i was trying with these two pretty girls the whole trip. 

"sure,ill be over in a little bit."

The girls left and i stayed with the fellas about 15 minutes and got myself psyched up for what i was hoping would happen. I finally decided to head on over to their room.

I knocked on the door and rebecca answered and i noticed that i didnt see Amanda and i entered and asked rebecca and she told me that amanda would be there and not to worry. I remember walking past the bathroom and from behind Amanda grabbed me and handgagged me firmly. 

"shhhh" she said
"your in for a surprise"

I squirmed a few times but she had a firm grip and her long fingers were clamped against my mouth and i can remember feeling the sweat on her palms as she held them tight to my mouth. I was so turned on by the scent of her flesh and her whispering into my ear. They then walked me into the bedroom and Amanda still had her hand clamped on my mouth for the duration of this time. I could tell that she must have experience in doing this type of stuff. She then sat me in a chair and stood behind me and kept her hand on my mouth. 

"your in for a nice treat tonite" amanda says

i just mpphhhed
into her hand
"i am going to take my hand away so dont make any noise i dont want to get thrown out of the hotel"she says

I gladly obliged and then she told rebecca to get the bed sheets and pillow cases and rebecca brought her the bed sheets. She then tightly bound my shoulders to the chair and then my hands were tightly bound to behind the chair with the bed sheet. She tied me very tight and very well with bedsheets so she must have tied others up before. I knew she had experience. i then tried to say something but rebecca handgagged me and stood behind as Amanda worked her sheet magic. With the other bed sheet Amanda then bound my feet tight and secure and rebecca kept the firm handgag on me so i couldnt talk any more.After I was tied up real tight amanda grabbed the pillow cases and said.

"now we will shut you up good."

She then took the pillow case and cleave gagged me very tight i tried to mmpphh but she then placed her hand over the mouth with the gag and told me to be quite. She then took another pillow case and wrapped it over the cleve gag tightly again. The gag was so tight you could barely here a peep when i yelled into the gag.

"that should keep you quite"she said.

So there i was tightly bound and gagged by 2 beautiful ladies and helpless and the fun just began. They both teased me why i was tied up and then they both gave me a little strip tease. Rebecca was more laid back with her striptease but amanda was really giving it to me. Rebecca would get as far as showing her beautiful breasts but after awhile she left and let Amanda have her way with me. Which was the plan. 

Amanda performed a great lapdance on me and striptease while i watch bound and firmly gagged for at least 30 minutes. She would caress me and kiss my neck and the gag where my lips were buried under.She teased me very good and got me very excited. She knew what she was doing and she impressed me very much so. Then she was done. SHe untied the gags from my mouth and said 

"im surprised you trusted me"

I said"iwould have risked that to get with you"

she smiled and untied me and ever since then we have been together. I trusted her enough to know that she wouldnt humiliate me and she was perfectly easy on me. Betst nite of my life.

"

I have known amanda since i was six years old. my parents were friends and i met her through that. ever since i was 12 i fell in love with amanda more than just a friend, she was wicked hot( i'm from the east coast)and very funny. i never showed it because i was too embaressed to. 

Her sister came and we drove to her house. She said amanda and her friends are upstaris. iwent up their and they all had their math books open. i came in and they all were stuck on this one problem. So i helped them and we worked for about an 45 min when i started to get hungry so asked amanda if i could go get something to eat. so me and her went down and she got me a bowl of chips and drink. i started to head for the stairs when she said that she did not want people eating in her room, so i sat down at the kichen table. she went to the closet and got something and come in and sat next to me. i finished eating and got up i went and put my dishes in the sink. 

I started to walk to the stairs when amanda tackled me she tried to get my wrists together and tie them with the scarf, but i got away and got on top of her and started to tie her up with the scarf when she screamed for help. i quickly put my hand over her mouth, but her sister came running up from the basement and her three friends from her room. they found me on top of amanda with her hands tied behind her back and me with my hand over her mouth. her sister was not a big girl but she was quite strong and along with her two other friends they pined me down to the floor and held me there while amanda was freed. 

Amanda then and got as many things as she could find to tie me up with. her sister put a hankerchief in my mouth and put duck tape so i could not spit it out. First they put my hands straight up, amanda tied my wrists very tightly together. then she took the ends and raped them around my waist pining my wrists to my back. Then she took my elbows and she tied them together. then she took aother rope and put it around my arms and chest. then she took another rope around my legs and tied them tightly. then she put a rope around my knees and thighs. then she took a rope and looped it below my ankel bonds and tied my it to my wrists bonds. then threw me on the sofa. amanda started boasting that she was the best at tying up people. this was a mistake because her friends grabed her a pined her down on the ground an said lets tie nick and amanda together. 
 

They untied my hands and stood me up oppisite amanda. they told me to put my arms around amanda. this got me very very excited, but i did not want to show it so i shook my head. They forced my arms around my arms around amanda and her the same they held my hands together while they tied amanda's arms around me very tightly then did the same to me. they then tied our waists together then our thighs and knees and ankels together. we were now looked in embrace and nothing we could do about it. i was was gagged and they did not have anything with whick to gag amanda with. they took off my gag and pushed our faces togther so that we were kissing. then they tired a scarf aorund our heads so that we could not "seperate" from eachother. 

They they took us up to amanda's bed and laid us down on the bed with amanda on top of me. they told us to have fun turned the lights off and shut the door. i started to struggeled to get our lips apart but amanda started to kiss me very passionatly. i stopped tyring to get loose and just enjoyed the situation i was in. we were tied up like that for about an hour. when they came in and untie us they took off the scarf so we could stop kissing, but we didn't stop so they left us there and we stayed for about another two hours. we finally stopped and told them to come and untie us. 

Amanda and i have been together ever since and have enjoyed many other tie ups like this one and others. 

Hope you enjoyed my story thanks for reading, Nick. 

One day when I was much younger I was riding my bike home from a friend's house. There is a shourtcut that most dirtbikers used to use to get through to the other side of the neighborhood. I, not being much of a dirtbiker, would ride... er... walk the rest of the way to my house using the trail of humps and dips to steadily find my way home.

Once on this trail on a hot June day, I rode back home that way, and I came accross a young girl tied to a tree, she was about one and a half to two years younger than me. (Oh god, I'm rhyming). She was passed out when I found her, and very sweaty too. Her arms were tied to two high branches, it looked very painful.

I untied her as fast as I could, and I let her drop steadily into my arms. I led her over to a clearing with my bike and I cooled her off. I noticed at the time she was not wearing any shoes. Though she did have cute tan legs.

I soon got hot and tired and fell asleep on the ground along side her. I woke to crying and saw I was now tied to a tree, right next to the mysterious girl. Her hand was clasped to mine by ropes on either end.

As time passed I noticed my bike had disappeared, but I did not mention it to the young girl beside me. We soon talked and I found out she was dragged here by her older brother and some of his friends. I can't remember the exact reason why, I think it was because she was bothering them. She had been tied to a tree for three hours after I estimated the time, of course you have to take into account I was not the best at estimating the time. The sobbing soon turned to laughter as I began to calm her down, and cheer her up.

Soon one of the dirtbikers who used the path rode by and untied us. This was one of the first times I was ever tied up. I can almost still feel the bark of the tree leaving indents in my back. What a day it was. I found my bike up the road, it was all scuffed up however. Too bad because I always kept it in tip-top condition.

I wanted to try to see if I could find this girl I met early one June day again, but I just could not find her in a phonebook, or anything! She was a very sweet girl after all.

Thank you everyone, I will miss all of you so much. I will still be here, everyday, posting comments for stories I like, maybe shelling out some new tales if I can stir somthing up. As long as you keep cranking these stories out I will always be here at this website! I love all of your work, keep it up. I will see you soon. Bye!

~Chris

Either way, I am afraid you will have to wait a couple of weeks os so as I am going to be away for a while.

To be continued…

The phone rang and it was my girlfriend Amanda. I obviously could not answer it so I let the machine get it. She left a message saying that she had to return my history book and would bring it by even if I wasn't there. 

My room is on the first floor so I moved my body forward to move the chair across the floor I got to the entrance way the door was and I waited for Amanda to show up to drop my book off at my house. The car pulled up and Amanda got the key in our hiding place near the pond as you come up our walk. She opened the door to find me tied to the chair. She looked very shocked, but amused at the same time. 

"Your are pretty good at that" she said. 

"Yeah, well, so good that I can’t get out,” I said with an attitude. 

"Well aren’t we in a bad mood” she said 

"I vet been like this since 4 o'clock" I said,” untie me." 

She did and she told me to come back with her to her house. We got in the car, but instead of heading to her house we went to her friend Margo's house. 

"Amanda your at the wrong house'

"I know, I thought we could have a little fun"

Amanda knocked on the door and Margo answered the door. We went inside and went into the kitchen to get something to eat. 

"Hey lets watch a movie,” Margo suggested. How about the Matrix"

All three of were big Matrix fans, but I knew that The Wachowski bros had made a movie before that called Bound. 

Amanda and me went out to rent the movie and came back and we watched it. The movie starts with a girl (Gina Gershon) tied up in the closet. The movie finished.

"Hey Nick let us tie you up" Amanda suggests.

I had already been tied up once before that day, by, myself, and I did not feel like it at the time. But the didn't care they jumped me and pinned my arms behind my back and I struggled and wrestled Amanda to eh ground, but then Margo's brother, John (21), came home. 

"Help us tie Nick up” Margo yelled.

John came and got me off of Amanda and pinned me to the floor with the help of Margo. Amanda went and got some rope and what ever else she could find. Margo had her hand over my mouth and Amanda put two socks in my mouth (clean ones because after all she loved me). Amanda proceeded to put two pieces of duck tape around my mouth. 

Margo's dad was a cop and he had handcuffs up in his room. Margo ran and got them while Margo's brother held me down and Amanda tied my ankles, thighs and calves together. Amanda was very fast, but precise. The bounds were very tight. Margo came back with the handcuffs and put the around my wrists in front of me then they tied them together with roe and then with duck tape. 

The phone rang and it was a friend of John's. 

"That was Mike and me and him are going to go to a movie,” John said. 

"We can handle it form here,” Margo said

John left and I was now alone with my two captures. 

"What should we do with him," Margo asked. 

"Lets tie him to that pole over there," Amanda said pointing to a support beam in Margo's living room.

They dragged me over to the pole and lifted my arms up and put wrists against the pole and wrapped duck tape around my wrist binding it to the pole then the wrapped and wicked long piece of rope around my chest. They stood back to admire their captive.

"Remember that time when we tied you (referring to Amanda) and Nick together so that you were forced to kiss" Margo said.

"Yeah, that was the best time I ever had," Amanda, said walking over to me, 'being tied up to you was the best time we ever had, wasn’t it Nick."

All I could do was nod my head and say mom, through my gag. 

"Good" Amanda said.

"Should we do with him now?" Margo asked 

"Lets tickle him" Amanda said

My eyes widened and I tried to shake my body, yeah like that was going to work. I tried to scream but all that was heard were mmmmmpppphhhhs. They came over and started tickling me and I started to laugh, but not really, all it was mmmppphhh. This went on for about 10 minutes until they got bored and decided what to do with their captive. 

"We could tie you two together like we did last time,” Margo suggested.

"No, let tie him up in girl's cloths"

To be continued...
 

I am very pleased that you intend to continue your stories. One suggestion: How about telling us the story of the first game you played with the "young savages"? I would be very interested to know how you found out about the "games", how you came to join in and how you felt during your first game.

You know what I always say here :-)

~Chris

Just for refernece, he ordered that suit of the internet, so it would get there when his parents left.

the mickster

A little while later they came back up stairs . They were giggling . "You guys step on a feather"? I asked jokingley. Then all of a sudden Becky came up behind me and put her arms around my chest under my arms and lifted me out of my chair. Hey! I yelled "Whats the big idea"? I knew what was happening but I asked anyway. "Shut up!" she barked as she pushed mo foward onto the table. Cathy came up a length of rope and pulled my arms behind me tieing my wrists together. Becky grabed the back of my sleevles top and directed me toward the stairs. I was taken down the steps into the rec room. 

They led me into the center of the room where they retied my hands in front of me. Becky had me sit down on the floor with my back against a suport post. She pulled my arms up over my head and fastened my wrists to a hook in the post. Cathy took more rope out of her pack and tied it around my waist sinching me tight against the post. Becky told Cathy to take my shoes and socks off before she left the room. Cathy set about doing as Becky had asked . As soon as my feet were bare, Becky showed up with a 3ft long pole. They then worked together to to tie my ankles to the ends of the pole. They seemed to really know what they were doing. They used soft cotton ropes to wrap around my ankles several times. Then they rested the pole on the tops if my ankles positioning my feet as wide as possable at each end. When they were finashed they tied a longer rope to the middle of the pole the loose end was looped through a hook up above. On Beckys signal Cathy pulled on the rope. As she did the pole lifted my feet up off the floor. When she stoped my legs were lifted up with only my butt left on the floor, my feet suspended under the bar bt the ankles. They steped back for a moment to admire their handywork. Good work Cathy said, Now what? Becky came up with a role of black duct tape. She tore of several long pieces and taped my mouth shut. Well Becky said I guess there is nothing to do now but torture her! They both laughed. I wasn't really worried I knew all that ment was tickling but given how ticklish I am I really sould have been afraid.

They each took their positions on eather end of the pole. On the count of three they dug into my soles with their fingers. They tickled and tickled for what seemed like forever. I went nuts laughting and MMMMMMMMing under my tape gag. They continued the tickling for about five minuets before giving me a two min rest. Then the torture continued for anouther five minuets. This went on with breaks for about a half hour.

After I had a chance to catch my breath Becky came over and bent down beside me. "OK heres the deal. You are our prisoner for the day. We plan to tie you in different positions and experiment with different tortures . Now you can coorporate with us or not but things will go a lot easier on you if you do. "Yeah" Cathy said with an evil grin as she gave my little toe a twist. Becky got up and reached behind me. She showed me a two piece bathing suit. If we untie you you have to promice to change into this suit and let us tie you up again. You can eather agree now or we can torture you until you do". I knew she ment it so I shook my head in agrement. "Good girl" Cathy said. as she lowered my feet to the ground. As she freed my ankles Becky removed my gag and untied my wrists. They hepled me to my feet and led me to the powder room to change. I removed my clothes and put on the blue and green bikini with strapless top. I really couldn't be wearing less. When I steped out Cathy handed me some rubberbands and told me to tie my sholder lenght brown hair back into a poney tail.

They led me out the sliding glass dorrs into the garden . The space is sourounded by trees and a tall fence so there is plenty of privacy. I was led over to the picnic table and told to hop up. I did so laying on my back.They placed my arms at my sides and went about securing my wrists and arms above and below the sholders. They used plastic zip straps lacing them through the slats on the table. Positioning my heels on the edge of the table they secured my ankles and legs above and below the knee in the same fashion. 

I know this may sound strange but I was actually starting to enjoy myself until Becky came up with a piece of cloth to gag me with. Oh do you have to??? I whined. YES! We are going to be torturing you at times and we don't want to alert the neighbords!! We all laughed and I opened my mouth to accept the gag between my teeth. She tied it on tight and I lay there helpless. 

They began to talk between themselves. Becky asked Cathy what she thought about a blindfold. Becky thought it would add some suspence Cathy argued that it might be exciting for me to be able to see them prepairing my tortures. Much to my delight Cathy wone the argument. No blindfold!

I was left alone for a few minutes. When they returned they had a silver kitchen bowl. They each held up a pair of tongs and explained that we were going to start with some ice torture. "Great" I thought. Now I was gonna get cold and wet! But on a 90 degree day thats not torture.

They each started with a piece of ice in their tongs. Becky began to slowley drag the ice over my stomach why Cathy applyed the ice to my feet. It was really cold at first. I jolted and gave out a few moans. They laughed with pleasure and continued to dillegently the torture. They kept this up until they had each melted 5 or six cubes each on my stomach thighs, legs and feet. They also shoves a few cubes down my top. That was COLD!!

After that I was given a break while I dried off. They returnde with some body lotion. They said that I needed to be sensitized. They set about applying the lotion to all the exposed parts of my body. The lotion was cool and it smelled like roses. When they were finashed I was glistining from head to toe. 

At this point I was actually feeling pretty good. I began to drift off for a second but was quickley brought back to reality by the sight of the two of them standing silently at the foot of the table. What got my atention was the fact that they were both smiling and holding a single wooden tooth pic. The fat kind that are rounded on one end and flat on the other. Cathy spoke to inform me that while I had been tickle tortured before , now I was going to be prickle-tortured! They gave each other a nod and went to work. Starting with my feet they gentley "prickeed-tickled my now super sensitive feet. I didn't really hurt but it didn't really tickle eather. It mostley pricked and was maddening!

They continued to prickle torture my feet legs thighs arms and stomach for about a half hour. When they finally stoped I had little red striped all over me. They gave me a second rub down wich was vary soothing. The red marks cleard up soon after that. 

By this time they figured I had been in this position long enough. They cut me loose and sat me up on the edge of the table. My hands were loosley tied behind me and my gag was removed so I could drink. 

While I rested Cathy stood guard while Becky gathered some things. I say her throw a rope over a tree limb in the middle of the yard. What now I thought and I soon found out.

Cathy re-tied my hands in front of me and led me over to where becky was. My wrists were tied to the rope above and I was pulled up till I was on my tip toes. Ohhh this is so good! Becky said. and poled me in the ribs. Now no noise or we will have to gag you. She said. I was left to totter around tip toe for about ten minuets. My arms were starting to get real tired when Cathy came over and offered to help me out. SHe took several stones from the garden and placed them under my feet. They were pretty uncomfortable but it was better then before. 

After leaving me that way for about fifteen minuets they came over and started tickling my ribs sides and stomach. I laughed until I was in tears. Finally they cut me down. They figured that I had been tortured enough but decided to leave me in bondage until dinner time. 

As to an excuse for bondage. Try to playfully tickle her by poking her in the ribs. She will most likely squirm. Then tell her to hold still or you will have to tie her down! See how she reacts and go from there.
Option2: Ask her if she knows the difference between bondage and chicken soup. If she says no invite her to lunch.

Good luck. Hope I helped.

I can't tell you easily how to get a girl to let you tie her up, though I will give you this advice: make it playful. If possible, make it seem spontaneous. For example, I was working at the local pool, and I saw one of the female lifeguards with a towel around her neck, put there by some younger kid. He was pretending to strangle her (not cute...). I joked that I had a better use for the towel; that it would make a good gag. Unfortunately, he didn't want me to touch his towel, but still, that's an example of spontenaety that could have led to a little something.

Also, as for how to gag - put it in their mouth before they close it, then tie it around the back of their head. Otherwise, they'll take right through it. Don't put the WHOLE THING in their mouth of course! Instead, put the front end in, and tie the rest behind their head.

As you know i have a steady relationship with amanda who loves to tie me up and her friend dina(amazongirl) who is very beautiful and tall like i said in in my other stories. 

It all started when both Amanda and dina were planning to go to the mountains for the weekend and amanda asked me to go but i am realy not into the wilderness and much rather go to the beach so i told her that i wasnt going to go. She begged and begged but i told her to go and enjoy and let it be the two of you girls to do a little bonding(no pun intended,lol). So she finally gave up and okayed what i told her and left my apartment to go home and get packed for her trip the next morning.

That next morning around 6am i heard someone at my door and i went to go get it and it was amanda and dina together. Now i was still groggy and waking the dust from my eyes mind you and not all there at this moment. I shouldve of known that amanda was up to something cause being the deviant little devil she is.

"Whats up, what are you guys doing here" i said

"coming to pick you up"said amanda

I laughed and couldnt believe she was still hounding me about this trip.

"i told you i dont want to go"

"yes you do"Amanda replied

"no i mmmmpphh" No sooner i tried to say what i wanted to say Dina placed her long strong hands over my mouth.(Everyonce in a while Dina participates with Amanda's deviant actions). I struggled but amanda jumped in as well they wrestled me and overpowered me eventually when Dina knocked my legs from underneath me. 

I was laying on the ground trying to get up but dina placed her knees on my arms holding them down and amanda again sat on my chest while dina kept her firm handgag in place.

"You have this chance to go easily or by force"Amanda said with a smile while sitting on my chest.

"he wont wanna come" dian said we will have to force him

"lets see what he has to say" Amanda says while dina removed her firm hand gag.

"i am not coming i told mmmmmPPPP" Amanda placed her hand over my mouth thumb under my chin.

"you leave me know choice " She went into her bag and whipped out some duct tape. Now i kinda new what was about to unfold thats why i rejected her offer deep down inside.

She released her tight handgag and grabbed my hands dina then handgaged me as Amanda did her duct tape magic. She tied my hands in front of body as i was sitting up with dina still handgagging. I was laughing into dina's hand the whole time cause i was enjoying it.
Amanda then wrapped my hands to my waist so i couldnt move my arms up and down. She tied both my hands and forearms very tight as usual. Then she bound my shoulders tight as hell with dina assisting with her firm handgag.

Then came the gag. Dina stuck my sock in my mouth and then took the tape from amanda as amanda went to go pack some stuff for me to bring on the trip. Dina then started to duct tape my mout shut with it packed with my sock. She just kep wrapping and wrapping it around my head very tight and firm as she always does. She had her breast in my face while wrapping the gag tight. I remember thinking if amanda catches me staring at Dinas beautiful body not that amanda is a slouch that she was going to kill me.

Fianllay dian had finished wraping my mouth up i thought she was going to use the whole roll of duct tape on my mouth. She then teased me a bit. 

"Anything that you want to bring"dina said

"mmmmmphhh"i moaned.

"Shhhh"she said "we will pack for ya".

So i watched for 15 minutes as both dina and amanda got my stuff in order bound and gagged with 2 pretty girls rummaging through my stuff. When they were done the grabbed me lifted me up and snuck me into the car. it was early so noone was going to see much and think i was being abducted for real. Plus i didnt make any noises as i walked to Amanda's car. They placed me lying on the back seat. My head was in back of the drivers seat and while i lay in the back bound and gagged by my girl and her best friend dina put the back back so she could tease me being helpless while i stared at her breasts and got a boner.Amanda doesnt know that.LOl. dina kept checking my gag to make sure it wouldnt come lose but it wasnt going anywhere she did an awesome job. They kept me bound and gagged till we got to the cabin. It was totally out in nowhere land but they escorted me in and then untied me after a few hours of helplessness.

I have many more to tell stay tuned.

I was very reluctant to this suggestion because a guy in sexy girls cloths did not appeal to me very much.

They took off the gag.

"Nick, you can do this the easy way or the hard way," Margo said.

This basically meant I had no choice. But I had this plan going on in my head that if I could get them to untie me then I could probably take both of them down and tie them up. Then John, Margo's brother came through the door. 

"Hey John," Margo said, "Help up us tie Nick in girls cloths, before you go back out."

Crap there goes my plan. "Look that really isn't a good idea", I complained," I can't fit in your cloths anyway."

"Oh will make them fit" Margo said.

"How?" I asked 

"Just you wait." Margo said

This may sound strange, I don’t know, but John said that it was kinda fun being tied up in girl’s cloths. 

"Just try it and you'll save your self a lot of tickling" John said jokingly, but he was right it was going to happen. I was still reluctant to do it, but then Amanda untied my hands from above the pole and untied me so I could walk and she said in a sexxxy way, 

"Nick will do it wont you?" 

This was really weird, but then again I could never resist that voice from Amanda. 

"John bring him up stairs" Margo commanded. She always seemed to order her brother around when she really wanted to. 

"No, No I’ll go" I said looking away from Amanda. She had winked at me, which usually meant that I was going to get rewarded for doing what she wanted. 

We went up stairs and John left. 

Now I should tell you that Margo is not fat, but she is not as skinny as my girl, Amanda is. I kept asking my self how the hell I agreed to do this. They gave me these nylon things a miny black skirt I guess and a red puffy shirt (hey that’s what it was. It was red and, well, kind of... puffy.) I went into the bathroom to change and when I came out I refused to look at my self in the mirror. 

"Hey!" Amanda said, "You need make up."

"Oh no, no make up!!" I said

"Please Nick" Amada said in that sexxy way that was starting to annoy me, but I kept telling my self, reward, reward, and reward. 

"FINE!!" I said

"Good"

We went into the bathroom. She put this wet shine lipstick on me and some black stuff that went into my eyelashes. Then some powdery stuff that made me sneeze. Finally she was satisfied as she kissed me and winked. 

"Is that all" I said getting a little annoyed.

"Yep" Amanda said.

"Good"

"Ok" Margo said, "sit on the bed" 

Now let me remind you I aim wearing a miny skirt and nylons (that are as uncofortable as HELL) that as soon as I sat down the skirt that came to about 4in. above my knees then went to about mid-thigh. I quickly closed my legs. 

"ok Nick" Margo said in a deliberate sort of way," are you ready. 

"Yeah, I guess"

Amanda crossed my wrists and tied them around my back and then wrapped a rope around my waist and my wrists so that they were in the small of my back then cinched it off and tied the not so I couldn’t get at them. Margo tied my ankles, calves and thighs right below the hem of the skirt. The then laid me on the bed on my stomache. Then the took a rope and tied it around the rope that was holding my wrists together and brought it back to my ankles for a very interesting hog tie. It was tight, but it didn’t hurt. 

"Ok Nick, if you can get out of this then you can get out of the girls cloths, but if you cant then we get to leave you like this for two hours." Margo said. 

It was around 8:30pm and I knew I could not get out of this, but I tried any way. No success. I did not want to stay in these girls’ cloths, but I had no choice really. 

Margo and Amanda left and I struggled as much as I could, but could not get out. To and a half hours past, but they did not come back... 
 

To be Continued...

I can't post any stories as for me TUGs were an all too brief part of my childhood and came to an unpleasant end. This was in the fifties. Most every action/adventure or western TV series had about one tie up scene a month and always a buxom beauty. We moved when I was five and my first playmates were a girl in the other half of the duplex and her friend from across the street. Both parents worked so my mother was also a babysitter. I remember only playing in the girl's half of the house with Mom looking in on us occasionally.

I remember we were into TUGs and remember doing it a lot. We got to imitating what we saw but we also had to take turns oddly at my mother's insistence. Childhood reasoning lead to the one being tied up dressed as a girl. And of course I took my turn. I have enough pieces of memory to know we did it a lot and to know we were not very good at it. "No fair getting loose."

As to the unfortunate end, my mother checked on us one day when it was my turn. That was the end of the TUGs between us leaving me very confused. 

I read a description by another guy saying how he would tie himself up in bed at night. Many's the time I did that and like him my imagination was naturally that I was a girl being tied up. It made the fantasy closer to reality and the TV was constantly providing tips and tricks even though misleading on the effectiveness of some methods. For me this continued for a many years with self-bondage while wearing my women's clothing. 

TV and movies lead to one other childish conclusion, women can get tied up any time they want. While that may be true to some extent as a child, I knew nothing of the other considerations.

Outside that I had the usual TUGs as a kid. We moved again when I was 12 and had a disconnect on making friends and then went to an all boy's catholic high school so I didn't have a chance to make a wide range of acquaintances among the girls at their high school.

A few years back I read a comment by Lorelei at bedroombondage.com (the free stuff is about as G rated as here) saying in her [decades] experience a large number of men envy the damsel her distress. 

Whatever anyone's reaction to the idea it is not uncommon in men. I have a few guesses on why it isn't more common. Most obviously gals are not going to have clothes to fit their guys and if they did they know guys aren't careful with clothes. And while it fits the force scenarios (kidnapping, hostage taking) getting dressed takes time and often help that distracts from the scenario. (Perhaps the victim needs to be disguised so he is not recognized?) 

It can add to the game though as helplessness and begging are more suited to the gals, at least as far as TV and movie scenarios go. You gals may need to coach your guys on what to say and how to say it. The first thing gals think of is the expense but used clothing stores can deal with that as a guy wouldn't know the latest styles if he wore them -- so to speak. Unless you are a fanatic at this style of TUG they will never be worn enough to wear out.

When a feminist challenged a wag, how would you change a tire in a tight skirt? he answered, look helpless. Helplessness is a trait of the mating rituals from birds to humans. It can help set a mood inappropriate for this forum.

The tight skirt in itself is a bit of additional helplessness in addition to the bondage. And "if you escape, where are you going to go dressed like that?" I am preaching to the choir for those familiar with the this. 
 
 

Nick

Hey, could you post more details of what it was like to play the tie-up games as a kid, even though you say there weren't many? I'm just interested in knowing how you two tied each other up, and what sparked it, and so on.

To Lisa:

Post the rest of your story, please!

When i was 10, i was over my cousins house for the day. Her name is (lets say... Mary =) ). At the time, she was 8, and very cute. We were playing down in her basement at the time. It was large and carpeted, with a nice little setup of entertainment. I was playing around with her on the floor, sort of wrestling with her. I caught my eye on here little bare foot and gave her a quick tickle. She giggled hysterically and qucikly rolled away. I told her i would tickle her again if she kept the rough-housing up. She gave me a sneaky smile, and rushed me. I tickled her again, and she rolled away again. She kept coming at me, as if she wanted more. So i got and idea (shouldnt be too hard to guess)...

I started searching the basement for some rope or anything like that to tie her up. I found a lot of nylon rope, and decided to use that. She figured out what i planned to do, and to my surprise, was excited and enthusiastic. I told her to sit on the floor. I bound her wrists out in front of her, then i bound her ankles, and then just above her knees. In the basement was a long, wooden bench. There was no back to it, so it was basically a long board on 4 legs. I sat her down on it with her legs extended so that her bare feet were just barely hanging oover the edge. I then took some rope and bound her legs to the bench, making movement nealry immposible. Keep in mind that she was enjoying this. Next, I bound her wrists above her head to the ceiling. To finish off the job, I took some string and bound her 2 big toes together. Her poor feet were just begging to be tickle-tortured.

What came next was my search for tools of torment. I didnt find that much, except a few paint brushes. I also nabbed some lotion to heighten the senses of her already ticklish feet. I set the tools down beside her feet and then blindfolded her so she wouldnt see the attack coming. She couldn't stop giggling. I then sat down in front of her cute little feet to start the tickling.

I grabbed a small paint brush and lightly stroked it up and down her soft soles. She erupted into giggles and fits of laughter as I dragged the brush up and down her soles. I ran it in between her toes every once and a while causing her to shriek with laughter. I kept up the brushing of her soles for a good 15 minutes, and then gave her a well deserved break. 

I decided I was finished with the brush and decided to see how talented my fingers were. Her soles were incredibly soft and smooth, and the lightest touches of my nails on her soles would driver her wild. I wiggled my fingers across her soles without mercy. I then thought it was time to bring out the lotion. I rubbed it all across her soles and toes. Even this made her giggle. When i was done, I continued the brutal attack on her feet. I kept this up for another 15 minutes or so before she asked for another break.

What came next took me by complete surprise. She asked me to tickle her feet with my tounge. She said she thought that would work.I guess she assosiated it with a dog tickle-licking someones feet... Oh well. (please keep in mind that this is not sexual in any way. Im not some hick ass red neck that likes to have sexual experiences with my cousins.). So, I leaned forward, bringing me face to face with her cute soles, stuck my tounge out, and gave her soles a quick lick. A peal of laughter came out of her mouth and she told me to keep it up. So i licked up and down her soles for a good 5 minutes while she laughed and giggled uncontrollably. After that quick session, i felt she had recieved enough for the day. I untied her and we went and played Sega for the rest of the day.

Every time I see her, a tickle game always seems to develop.
I have many more stories, with different characters, that I'll post if anyone wants to hear them. Please give me feed back on the story!

Sorry on the detailed of events. I don't have many and they are disjointed like dreams. I don't even know how long we played games, years, months or weeks. I know it could not have started until I was at least five and it certainly did not last for more than three years and more likely much less. Remember I said in the fifties, make that early '50s. Meaning it ended about a half century ago. I did not keep a diary ;)

For example, I remember being tied to a chair in their dining room. I also remember being in front of a child size vanity also in their dining room. I doubt the latter. I clearly remember we exchanged clothes to "play fair" but the only one I clearly remember wearing is a cowgirl costume and being caught in same which is likely why I remember it. I remembe that being a Dale Evans costume so if anyone can date when that was available I can guess it all ended after the Christmas it came on the market. I am certain we never got beyond a gag over the mouth in our expertise. 

I remember taking my turn tying them more than being tied and being good at it. The girl not tied was the judge of how long the other girl was tied. I remember either of them crying before the other said the tied had had enough. I was always the bad guy for both of them. I don't remember one girl tying the other. Again it was part of the roles we were imitating from the real life on TV and the movies. 
 
 

I found this site well over a year ago and it moved and didn't find it again until a few days ago. All the pre-teen material "feels" familiar. One reason I posted was in response to the comments regarding guys being tied up in girls clothes stories posted here. 

Sidebar: I mean what has been posted here not on the related college site by "Sissy" which is pure humiliation fantasy. Any story with heels over three inches or with a boned corset is a fantasy. Pre-teen _being_ humiliated rather than _I'll get you back double_ is a fantasy. I realize memory is a changeable thing but if a central theme of a story then it is a fantasy.

It took me more decades than I would like to admit to realize just how I got interested and why almost all the adult versions of the fantasy didn't fit me at all. No humiliation, no force, no punishment. It was just a good clean fun part of the game. It took me time to realize that and I have yet to find a partner who will accept that. It's been lonely for TUG playing. (Yes, ladies, that is also a troll and you have my age almost.)

The other reason was not to troll (yes it was) rather just to let everyone know there is a very legitimate way to come by the interest in being tied up in girls clothes. It doesn't have to have any of the stereotypical social baggage 
and is hetero but open a bit. If it is game playing it is part of getting into the role. 

Every so often you read about a gal who over did it having a guy under her complete control. I would rather have "him" in boxer shorts reminded by my clothes he has to treat me like a lady than a gal on a first time power trip. And it keeps the stories within the clean guidelines. You can't take a "gals" clothes off without ruining the roles in the game. You can't even hint about a "c" rope or people will know you are making it up ;) 

Another thought: I have looked to these for "my" kind of stories posted here and pay attention to the description of clothing. most of them would be gender neutral were it not for the hint as to the gender of the person wearing them. If a man is wearing shorts you assume they are loose. If a women is wearing them you assume they are form-fitting and the pockets have nothing in them. T-shirt or sleeveless T-shirt. Most "tank tops" for women are the same basic shape as the old style undershirt of men. The least old undershirts for men are now T-Shirts for everyone. How unisexual can you get? It is all in the colors these days but the imagination is in what they cover. 

And showing my age, "I would never wear clothes like that" gets a bit old when your wife (ex-wife = troll ;) and daughter do. I once spend a few months in a school with many US Air Force officers some of whom were testing a new uniform of some new material. Listening to them compare notes was like listening to women talking about clothes. Then I realized clothing for women was like a uniform, the right thing at the right time simply more complicated. I added that to my ideas on proper dress for being tied. 

Of course if the scene is something that cannot be posted here then there is nothing like unclothed body to unclothed body but that doesn't fall into the game category tie up or otherwise.

To skirt (so the speak) the edge of the rules TUG is sort of recounting our pre-pubescent experiences which lead to the things which cannot be posted here. And they are much more interesting than telling about when we pulled up whose skirt and how many times. (There is likely a website on that too.) We fixate upon what most excites the pleasure centers in our brains. That is the way we are wired as people. There was a neurological experiment many decades ago where the pleasure centers of the subjects were stimulated. It was stopped when the the subjects fell in love with the researchers, literally in love and for no other reason. Very embarrassing for the guys I am sure. It was long ago and one of the real reasons human experiments are very carefully screened these days. 

Even in the regular stories guys may not wear gals clothes as clothes but over half "wear" them as bindings and gags. The traditional brit wool scarf story in the oldest archives has gone to implied women's scarf of today or the last couple decades when they became purely expensive accessories. What gal is going to tie tight knots in an expensive scarf unless she wants the guy to enjoy it? It could be ruined so it has to be something more than just play. What gal shove her panties in a guy's mouth without thinking of wearing them again? 

The more I think about this second post the more I appreciate the rules. It requires going back to the foundations without the adult additions. I have writted a couple of total fantasy adult stories but they are spanking not tickling but in the same vein as tickling. (Parents in the other room have no problem with laughter but spanking is right out.;) And we did not play spanking in the 50s as it was still the real thing in those days. Spanking children is evil, our grandparents, great grandparents and our great great grandparents were evil, enough said. 

Now as to tickling ... ;) I am sure I had the pleasure as a kid but don't remember a bit of it. Remember unlike most stories here I am not talking about a few years ago but a half century ago although not in a galaxy far, far away but it may sound like that you most of you folks. 

As another suggestion for this post, any gals here from the 50s reading this who wish to post? We can all lord it over these kids from the 60s. ;) Come on, gals, remember when you looked forward to wearing a tight rubber girdle like your mother? A hogtie would be a relief. ;) 

I'd love to hear more about you being kidnapped by your sisters Torrie and Sarah. And don't be worried that the stories are long, that only makes them better. 

We sat down to eat and I unfastened her wrists from her waist, but kept her wrists tied while she ate. When we were both finished I retied her wrists to her waists and ordered her to turn on the TV. She didn’t reply so I decided to punish her. I went and got one of my dad’s large leather belts and I told Tiff to lie on the couch face first. She obeyed and I started whipping her rather lightly in the butt with the belt. I gave her fifteen lashings every time she disobeyed my orders. After her whipping, she turned the TV on and we watched some Sportscenter. That was my choice, her opinion didn’t matter, she was my slave. 

I just then remembered that I had baseball practice at 11 and I had to figure out what to do with Tiff. I ordered to lie on the floor and I tied her hands behind her back, fastened her ankles together, tied rope around her knees, thighs, and shoulders, and put her in a very strict hogtie. To ensure she didn’t escape while I was gone I tied a crotch rope around her wrists up to the collar around her neck, so every time she struggled to escape she would pull on her crotch rope. I also gagged her with duct tape and blindfolded her with the hanky and left the TV on real loud. I slapped her on the butt a few times and told her I’d be back in two hours and ordered her not to go anywhere.

I'll finish ther rest later

The teacher assigned a group project and, as luck would have it, I was teamed up with Sarah (names changed) and Laura. These girls were friends with each other and both were very attractive. At first I was dreading the project because I didn't want to look like a fool in front of them. For a boy coming of age being paired with two pretty girls, I wasn't taking it well. The girls realized their power over me when we got in groups to organize our subject. Our subject was clothing and we were required to advertise, market, and design some outfits. I groaned due to the boring topic the girls had chosen. 

A few days later I got a call from Sarah asking me to come over and work on the project. It was a Friday and since I hadn't made plans with friends yet, I decided to go. At least I'd be able to hang out with a pretty girl. Little did I know what would happen. She didn't live terribly far away so I road my bike to her house. I knocked on the door and there she stood. Sarah was 5'3 with long light brown hair and brown eyes. She had an attractive face with tan skin. I was suprised to notice she was still in her uniform. School had gotten out nearly an hour ago. I shrugged it off and followed her upstairs. Laura waited for us in Sarah's room. Laura was about the same height, but she had blonde hair, hazel eyes, a light tan and slightly more acne than Sarah. Both had very nice complections, though. 

I walked to the window and looked outside. I glanced at Laura, who was talking to Sarah, and she had her legs crossed Indian style, giving me a quick panty peek. I remember the color was hot pink. My cheecks flushed and I turned away. The girls noticed, but I didn't think they had. Finally, when my face turned the normal color I turned around. 

"I think we should sell girl clothes," Sarah suggested smiling at me. 

"Yes, that would be fun!" Laura chimed in. 

I noticed them give each other looks and knew I had obviously missed some secret message or signal between the two of them. 

"But we have a problem," Laura said looking at me. "Not everyone here knows about girl clothes."

Sarah, catching on, said, "We can fix that!" 

She lunged at me and knocked me down. I was taller than both of them. Being 5'7, at the time, with a medium build I shouldn't have had any trouble fighting her off. But, she had caught me by suprised and managed to straddle my stomach, pinning my arms to my sides with her legs. 

"What the hell is this?" I shot angrily. 

"You need to know what it's like to be a girl in order to help us sell girl clothes. We intend to let you get some first-hand experience!" Sarah said as both girls giggled. 

"Now, we can either do this the easy way or hard way. If you don't cooperate, we'll start rumors so embarrassing about you that you'll never want to come to school again. If you do cooperate, then we say nothing of this. Agreed?"

I layed there with her sitting me for a while. I was contemplating which was worse. Let these girls do God knows what or be shunned by my classmates? Either way I was going to be humiliated. 

"Answer her," Laura said as she nudged the side of my face with her foot. 

"Ok, ok. But why?"

"Because it's fun!" the both said. 

I rolled my eyes as Laura rumaged through Sarah's closet and found something. She went to the dresser and took out several more items. Finally, she walked over to where Sarah was pinning me and held up the outfit. She had picked out a schoolgirl outfit complete with tights and panties. 

"Since you oggle our uniforms so much at school, now it's time for you to know what it feels like to wear one," Laura informed me. 

I immediately began to struggle, but they reminded me of their threat. I had no choice. 

Laura layed the clothes down next to me and walked to my feet. Suddenly, I felt my jeans being unbuttoned and unzipped by Sarah while Laura took off my shoes. I remember wondering how exactly I had gotten myself into this mess...
 

If you want to hear more about what happened next, leave some feedback and let me know you like it so far.

"Now you'll have to wear panties home if you want underwear," Laura snickered. Very funny. 

Laura grabbed the tights, next, and slowly put them on. It felt like it took forever. I remember having a strange sensation. The tights felt very sensual and the panties were soft. I rubbed my legs together and felt another weird sensation of enjoyment mixed with shock. I was shocked because I knew deep down I liked the feeling. 

Laura disappeared for a minute and came back just as Sarah said, "I'm going to get off of you now, but if you run away you'll have to ride your bike home in what you have on now. Laura's just stashed your other clothes."

I stood up and looked down, noticing the bulge for the first time. I blushed. "Looks like our boy is enjoying this," Sarah said and giggled. 

"Step into this," Laura instructed lifting the skirt low enough for me move into it. She lifted the waistband, but had a little trouble zipping and buttoning the skirt. I'm a guy and was bigger than the two of them at that time. I was one of the more built kids in my class. The skirt was really tight, but I managed. The hem was very high because I was taller than the girls. The hem came just below mid-thigh. 

"I look stupid," I protested as Sarah took my shirt off. 

"Nonsense," she encouraged, "you look lovely."

She managed to fit me into her bra and stuffed the cups with socks. They put the shirt on, which was also a bit small for me and fit really tight. The bra was uncomfortable and made the corner of my armpits itch. I dared not itch them for fear of looking more ridiculous than I already looked. 

Laura threw me a pair of white knee socks. I complied and put them on. The shoes were a difficult problem for them to solve. My feet couldn't fit into their shoes so Sarah said she had an idea. A few minutes later she returned with a pair of slightly bigger strappy shoes. Her mom's or sister's, I guessed. I stepped into them and they buckled them on my feet. 

"He needs hair," Sarah said. 

"And make up," Laura insisted. 

"What a nice barbi," Sarah observed and giggled. 

"That's a good name, let's call him Barbi when we dress him up!" Laura suggested. 

"Perfect," Sarah said as she rumaged through her closet and found a blonde wig. "I had this for halloween once and now it's going to be yours."

By this time, the outfit had become so humiliating that I just sat there and let them finish me off. My dignity had been robbed when Sarah pinned me to the floor. Now, they were scrapping up what was left of it. Finally, they were finished with the wig and make up. They had tied the wig into two pig tails with furry purple scrunchies. The makeup consisted of lip gloss on my lips, pink eye shadow, and a little blush. Not a lot, but just enough to give me a feme face. I was suprised at the finished product. 

"He looks good," Sarah commented. "He could be a tall blond. If I didn't know he was a guy I'd totally buy it from looking at him."

"Me too," Laura agreed. 

"Fine, fine, discuss it all you want, but you had your fun and now I'm getting out this ridiculous outfit and going home. This sucked," I said and searched for the button in the back of the skirt. 

"Not so fast, Barbi," Laura said. "We can't let you undress yourself right after we finished. Sarah, get the duct tape." 

Again, I moved too slow and Laura knocked me down on my stomach. She sat on my back while waiting for Sarah. When Sarah arrived, she stood right with her feet in front of my face. I had a pretty good few of her feet in navy blue tights. My moment was interrupted by the sound of duct tape being torn from the roll. I tried struggling, but had no leverage in my position. If it had just been one of them I would have been able to struggle too much to be bound, but Laura held my wrists while Sarah wrapped ten strands of duct tape around my hands. 

After my hands were secure, they stood me up and brough me to the chair. My legs were taped together from ankle to just below the knee where the knee socks ended, my stomach was taped as well as my shoulders, which framed my "breasts. And just for good measure, they loosely taped my elbows. I wasn't very flexible. 

"Just for saying this whole thing sucked, you're going to sit there until it does become fun. Then, you can beg us to do it again before we let you go. If you don't agree how fun this is and beg to do it again, then we'll destroy your other clothes and you'll have to go him wearing that," Sarah said. 

Laura, who had left momentarily, came back with a camera and began flashing pictures. "These should come in handy."

Sarah lifted the hem of my skirt for the camera and sat on my lap for a few poses. Then it was Laura's turn. As much as I didn't like being treated this way, a part of me opened and I realized I would want to do this again. I thought maybe after taking pictures with the camera, they'd let me go, but I was wrong. They still had plans. 

"Open up!" Sarah said grining. I opened my mouth to ask what was going on, but Sarah stuffed a pair of pantyhose in my mouth and duct taped it shut. They took a few more photos. 

"Now, think about how much fun this is and when we think you've thought it over, we'll let you go," Laura said as both girls turned off the lights and left the room. I was alone, dressed, and bound by two hot girls. I began to struggle, but after a few minutes I knew it was futile. I stopped, but then I asked myself where's the fun in not struggling???
 

There's still one more part. If you like it so far, leave some feedback and I'll finish. If not, that's cool too. 

This one is kind of short, and not a lot happens in it (sorry, starting to run out of the good ones)... My Bf (by the way we broke up a few months ago, so back to self bondage for awhile) :( decided to tie me slave style using a four foot board. He placed it behind my neck and then wrapped both my arms around it. He then secured my wrists to it with rope and tied my arms again at the elbows to the board and gagged me with my red ball gag. Then he put a dog collar on my neck and attached it to a leash and lead my around his apartment for awhile. Finally he laid me across the bed and tied my feet together. He then proceeded to silly string me with 2 cans at the same time! I flipped around trying to get off the bed, but couldn't roll over because of the board. I flailed and ended up breaking the lamp next to the bed. At that point, it was game over and he untied me, but didn't take the gag off til the mess was cleaned up!

FYI, "Bondage in everyday life" can be found at a new location http://www.lovetied.com/biel/, since it was removed from Yahoo groups.

Enjoy!

M

At this point, let me explain my emotions and other feelings I felt during my moment of bondage. Before that afternoon, I hadn't really given cross-dressing a second thought. It was just something that never entered my mind. Suddenly, I my world was turned around and I was forced into full out fem. When I told the girls the experience sucked, I realized I wasn't really fighting them. I was fighting myself and my own emotions. It was the shock of realizing I was beginning to like something that wasn't 'normal' for boys to like. I enjoyed the way the tights massaged my legs. The soft fabric of the panties didn't chafe me and the hem of the skirt brushed against my legs. It's difficult to delve into the psychological reasons of why I liked it. A part of it was I always thought the uniforms the girls wore were sexy and now, here I was wearing those sexy clothes. I can't explain the other part. To understand completely, you'll have to try it for yourself. 

Back to the story. The girls left me taped to the chair for a half hour. Finally, they came back and began untaping me. I had hoped they'd just let me leave, but I knew they had other plans in mind. They didn't untape my hands, though. They left my hands and feet taped, but ungagged me. 

"Please, let me go," I pleaded. 

"Aww, it's almost impossible to resist Barbi's cute face," Laura said in a baby voice. 

"No, you have to beg us to do this again, remember?" Sarah cut in. 

"Beg?" I asked. "Like how?"

"Well, you can start by kneeling before us. I always wanted to see a guy beg at my feet," Sarah instructed. 

These girls had complete control over me now. I was powerless to do anything against their will, which stained my pride at first, but now seemd almost erotic. Remember, I was still an adolscent boy. 

I stood up from the chair and dropped to my knees when the girls walked to the other side of the room. I looked at them and they smiled brightly back at me. I realized they wanted me to do. I had to squirm my way over there without walking. I tried sitting up again, but they had retaped my elbows and I had no leverage to use for standing. I started slithering my over when I saw they had both put on their school shoes. I wondered what they had in mind. After about five minutes, I was at their feet. They were both seated in chairs with their feet right in front of my face. 

"Kiss our shoes to prove you like us so much and that you want to do this again," Sarah ordered. 

I knew I'd better just do it and get it over with before complaining. I started with Laura's shoes first. I kissed the tips of her shoes and all away around the back. The girls didn't make me kiss the soles, though, because those were too dirty. Then I moved on to Sarah's shoes. I could smell the leather or whatever her strappy school shoes were made of. I kissed the tips like I had with Lauras and moved to the back. When I was finished, I nuzzled the tips of her shoes with my cheeks hoping it'd get me out of here sooner. 

"He's been a pretty good sport about this," Sarah said. 

"He didn't nuzzle my shoes, though," Laura complained. 

I moved back to her shoes and preformed the same action I had taken with Sarah's. Both girls seemed to be satisfied with me now. 

"Well, Al, this has been really fun. Laura and I want to do it again, but only if you don't tell anyone. If you don't tell we won't tell. What would you say about doing this again?" Sarah asked nicely with a beautiful smile. 

The question. I knew it might be coming, but I didn't know what to say. Honestly, this had been fun. I had been a little into tie ups for a long time, but never really expressed it. The thought intrigued me, but I didn't want to let the girls know. I was afraid of looking stupid, however ironic that sounds. 

They sensed my silent conflict and Sarah said, "If you do like this, don't worry. It'll just make this more fun...and easier."

"Um," I said and stopped. 

"Yes, Barbi? Got something to say?" Laura inquired. 

"I guess I wouldn't mind doing this again," I spoke honestly. I figured even if I said no, they'd force me to do it again blackmailing me with the pictures they had taken. 

The girls let me go and we finished working on our project, but I wasn't allowed to change back into my clothes until I had to go home. We got an A-, which I was happy with, but the girls weren't. They figured it was my fault we didn't get an A+ and resulted in more 'punishment' for me. Of course, that story is for another time. 

Also I had a thought. I noticed that alot of people are afraid to use real names for fear of being found, now don't get me wrong it is smart to remain confidential over the net, but if someone did find you're name here wouldn't that mean that they were into bondage as well. 
I'm NOT saying that people shoud give thier names on the net because that can be dangerous, it was just a thought,

Also i was wondering what happened to the people like Doug and Mason who used to post alot here, did they run out of stories, or did they just stop coming.

Later! Keep up the good posting people.

Hey Melissa, post yours when you can, ok? I'd like to read them myself.

I've red many stories from many authors, but the 10 best authors are:

Author Country

1. Gillian B UK
2. Jon (McA) UK
3. Dudalb USA
4. Doug R USA
5. Mason Australia
6. PH Sweden
7. FH Netherlands
8. Richard UK
9. Ex Leech USA (i'm not sure)
10.Nathraq I don't know

And I also enjoyed those made this site, for better or for worst, even without posting stories, I still enjoyed their comments.
1. Zorro
2. Harmonizer45
3. Jason Masters
4. Charlie B
5. Andy V
6. PH Sweden's # 1 fan
7. Maddog
8. Mark Thomas
9. jc
10. WHSrocket or Jeff 

These are best. I hope I hear more from you in the future. And to those not mentioned, I also enjoyed your stories too.

my parents were going away for the weekend and i had to sleep over my friend kim's house. when i got there i noticed 
her parents werent home either but i figured ahh nothing could go wrong. so me and kim were sitting down watching tv when she asked wanna have some fun and i said sure.
she left the room for about five minutes and she snuck up behind me and stuffed a sock into my mouth I tried to spit it out but she started to wrap duct tape around my face then she grabed my legs and started to tie and knot them together with rope then she crossed my arms behind my back and tied them too. She then said to me "how is my little prisoner"
but all i could say was mmmmppphhh I dont know why she untied me but i knew she was planning something.
i tried run out her front door but she run up to it and locked it. I said to her "what are you gonna do to me"
she handed me a sack of womens clothes and locked me in her room then thretend put them on or else so i put them on because of pure nervousness. she opened the door and there i was in a leather skirt with a tube top,bra,and panties on
She said to me "time for make up" and she put all this lipstick and gloossy stuff on me and i was so nervous
and she forced me to go to sleep with all of it on I had a hard time sleeping not Knowing what she would do to me next
when i woke up she tied me to a dining room chair by the ankles wrists and waste I said to her how will i eat tied up she said simple ill feed you so she fed me cereal and then utied me once again but the worst was in store for me now she then gaged me with her sock and duct tape again and tied me up the same way as before only thing now she was going to hog tie me. so after about ten minutes of hog tieing me she put me on the floor there i was in womens clothing hogtied and gaged on the floor she then left her house to go hang out with some friends. But she left me hog tied and gaged on her living room floor after about two hours she came back and untied my legs so i could walk but she left every thing else she brought me outside and tied me to a tree so the neighborhood could laugh at me and at no surprise everyone laughed at me i was so embaressed. after about two hours it was about 4 pm so she brought me inside
she asked me if i wanted to play childish games like school or house and hospital she decided hospital she said "ill be the doctor and youll be a psyco in a straitjacket. at this point i was mad scared so she let me put my regular clothes on and she took the makeup off me. she left the gag on me so i woudnt scream. she got out the duct tape and pinned my arms to my chest then she wrapped it tighitly around my upper chest untill you coudnt see my arms she took the gag off me once again to feed me dinner i didnt have lunch so i was very hungry then kim said to me "so how do you like being my prisoner I said "why are you doing this" she didnt answer and shoved some turkey into my mouth when I swollowed it she gaged me yet again and tied my taped body to the bed in her guest room and locked me in this night i didnt get any sleep lets see I was in a straightjacket made of duct tape i was tied down and i was gaged the next morning she untied me from the bed and it was sunday which meant i only had to wait one more day because my parents would be home on monday or at least i thought kims phone started ringing it was my parents they said they wodnt be home till friday night 
 
 

Ill be back with part 2 later this week 

FH

this was my first time i ever got tied up and the 4 days were great

P.S. Just love those Pina Coladas!
 

Btw, to "Somebody", who marked me as one of the people who, "made this site, for better or worst", I don't know whether to say thanks or what exactly. I looked back through the archives and saw the comments I posted, and I realize I was rather argumentative with Jason Masters (I just found his public praise for Richard UK annoying, especially as I didn't like his stories much). As I was posting anonymously at the time, I adopted the name "PH Sweden's #1 Fan" after my comment so that then I'd have a consistent identity. I normally don't yell at others, but I was just annoyed at the time. Anyways, I like the name now, even though I basically have an identity that relies on someone else (PH Sweden, if you happen to be reading this right now?).

John

but anyway my three cousins were over my house for the weekend they were (Real Names) Shianne 15,Jessica 13 and Mary 11. We were all Playing truth or dare (Im Guessing you know whats gonna happen next) when mary whispered in jess' ear and then jess wispered in shianne's ear. Then shianne left the room for a couple of minutes. we all waited for her since it was her turn. she came back with a closed bag of stuff and recited to jess "I dare you to (wispering) Tie up Tim in Lady clothes " all three of them then pinned me down and started to pull my clothes of me. I couldnt say any
thing because marys hand was tight over my mouth. first jess
pulled my shirt off then mary took off my jeans,socks and shoes and then shianne pulled my boxers off and slid tight black panties on me then jess put a black bra on my chest and attached the back mary then forced nylons up my legs while shianne put a black tanktop on me. Finaly jess slid a tight black skirt on me they let me go so I ran towards the basement door but Mary slaamed it shut and locked it and said "where do you think youre going

TO BE CONTINUED 
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After Mary locked the door jess approched me with some pantyhose and stuffed them into my mouth then she began wrapping duct tape around my head making for a good gag
then all three of them tackled me to the floor and started to tie my ankles together then they crossed my wrists in an x shape and tied them too after that they hog tied me on my belly and added a crotch rope so if i tried to escape it would hurt like hell after that they put my hog tied boddy into the closet and left me there after a few hours of 
'Closet Bondage' they un tied me but left the gag they then tied a rope around my neck and made sort of like a makeshift 
leash I tried to scream at the top of my lungs but all anyone heard was a dull MMMMMPPPPHHHH Shianne then said to me "time to walk the dog" so they took me outside leashed and gaged in lady clothes and walked me around the neighborhood. it was so embarassing when they brought me inside tey brought me upstairs to my room and layed me on the bed then they took my leash off and tied me to the bed posts then they tortured my by tickling me for about an hour
when i tried to laugh over the tickling i couldnt becuase of the gag so about every minute i would let out a loud MMMMMPPPPHHHHHH getting board of tickling me they untied me from the bed. they let me take off the ladie clothes but forced me into one of shiannes teddys and tied me to a tree outside and humiliated me in front of the whole block again
they untied me from the tree after about an hour and let me put on my regular clothes and ungaged me 
they said things like "we were only kidding" and "just Playng" but i knew i had to get revenge somehow
 
 
 

To be continued 
 

I also strongly suspect you of mendacity in the compilation of this alleged narrative.

If this story really is of a game, rather than of a rather horrible assault, I suggest you make that fact quite a lot clearer in your next episode. As it is, I am starting to feel rather upset by what appears to be brutality and bullying depicted in your story. :-(

Come back, Richard! I'm starting to suffer withdrawal from lack of your intoxicating scouting tales! :-)

People, people, attacking someone who's story you don't like makes ALL the people who are thinking about posting stories think twice and be far less likely to post anything. Including people with stories that are more to your liking.

Actions have consequences. Therefore, think before acting... 

Stuff such as
when they stripped me they cut my clothes up and all the ones in my bag too
and
when they got back they saw me thying to escape so they punished me for it by kicking my sides for 5 minutes
both tend to set off my grossometer.

Am I the only one to find the way this story is going upsetting? I want to know how Shorty really felt about all of this. He gives almost no indication of his feelings either at the time this happened or now, after the fact.

Normally, I do exactly as suggested and just skip over stories I don't like. The fact that I have not done so is a measure of just how upsetting this story is to me.

Shorty, can/will you ease my feelings by making it clear that you did not feel as though the girls were bullying you?

When I was 14 my sister Marie who was 16 had this best friens Leslie. They would often have sleep overs where they would have several of their ruends camping out in our basement. I think they had them at our house because we had the larger basement that was totally finashed and vary comfortable with everything you would need including a kitchen. They also liked it because my parents were always in bed by 10 Oclock and no one ever bothered them until the next morning. The only problem was that Marie would have these sleepovers but she never invited me. 

It was a Friday night a little after 10, Our parents were in bed as usual. The party was going on down stairs and I was up in my room feeling as rejected as usual when there was a knock on my door. It was Marie , "Hey squirt, what's ya doing"? she asked. "Who wants to know"? I asked in a totally anoied voice. "Look kid I really feel bad for the way we have been treating you. I know it stinks that we have left you out of the sleepovers just because you are younger."(All her firends were 16 and 17)"Yes it does STINK"!! I answered. "Anyway" she continued,"I really do feel bad about it and after talking it over with the others I am here to invite you to loin us". "Really"!! I exclaimed. my attitude changing instantly. "Yeah sure sis come on down. "OK Let me get my PJ's and stuff". (I was still in my pantiies and halter bra)"Just grab your stuff" she said"You can change down stairs". Excited about the invitation I pulled on my robe,grabed my pajamas and slid my feet into a pair of flip flops as I followed Marie out the door.

As we decended the basement steps Marie a few step in front of me she spoke up,"Hey guys look who's here" There must have been a dozen girls there all dressed in pajamas, night gowns ect. My excitement was short lived , As I reached the bottom of the steps two girls grabed me by each arm and a third came up behind me and put her hand over my mouth.All I could was "MMMMM" As they ushered me into the middle of the room. With all the girls laughing Marie stood there with a big smile on her face. "So you want to be at a big girls sleep over? Well here you are". They all laughed. "Now you are going to find out what really goes on here". They all laughed again. Just then one of the girls come over with a piece of cloth, It looked like a strip of torn up sheet. She folded it longway and forced it between my teeth forming a gag that tied behibd my head. The two girls that were still holding my arms pulled my robe down over my sholders and let it drop to the floor. I was quickley ushered over to this beach recliner (the kind with nylon weaved straps) which was folded out flat. With the help of a couple more girls I was picked up and laid out flat on the recliner. While they continued to hold Mare directed a few other girls to tie me. They used cotton ropes and silver duct tape to tie my wrists together above my head and my ankles to the foot of the recliner. Tape was used above and below my knees and rope was used across my thighs and chest. With in a few minuets they had me tied down really good. I cant describe the feeling I had , I guess it was a mix of fear and excitement. I had played tie up's with Marie before so I knew she would never really hurt me; still with so many people around who knew what would happen. None the less I could not dismiss the feeling of excitement as I lay there striped of my robe, flip flops lost in the struggle. I was at the mercy of a mob! How exciting!!.

MORE TO COME---

Underwear in your mouth is indeed an effective gag. It tastes (and smells) like the person who was wearing it. I love to be gagged with a woman's panties, because not only can't you talk, but you're also constantly reminded of who has control and of who put you in that position.

She came running up to me with a sock and crammed it in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but he put duct tape on it She then grabbed my arms and tied them behind the chair i was sitting on with a roll of clothes line. Then she tied my legs 
to the chair legs with more clothesline. and duct taped my belly and upper body area to the chair. I was at her mercy
but it was oddly excitng After about an hour of this she utied me and ungaged me and proceded on pushing me into the bathroom and said "youll find clothes in there,put them on or else" I looked around and saw some panties and a bra, a pair of nylons, a black skirt and a purple tanktop. It was likethere was a voice telling me to put them on so i did
she opened the door and said "now that you have propper atire,lets procede" she took an extra pair of panties and regaged me with them and duct tape she led me up to her room again and tied my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. She started to tickle me more and more It is hard to let 'Tickle-Laughter' out when your gaged with panties.

After an hour of torture she left me there while she was downstairs While I was laying there bound and gaged it felt great- My lips were sealed, I couldnt move my arms or legs and i was wearing all this soft womens clothing it all felt great. She came back and untied me and ungaged me and let me back into my regular clothes. She then said Wasant that fun and I actully admitted "yes it was". She said we could do it again and I agreed. Her mom Came home and I left 
It was such a fun day and i hope to do it again in the future
 

THE END

Where I live there is almost nothing to do acept tie up games 
It was thursday morning, My friend billy Knocked on my door I answered and came out we got most of the neighborhood kids to play. once we decided the teams we wont into the woods 
My teammates were Billy 12 Arlene 11 and Vlad 12 the enemy team was Elane 14 Robert 10 George 11 and Kristina 12
Our jail was my back shed their jail was kris' yard we hid first. me and Vlad hid together behind some sort of shrubb
while Arlene and billy climed up a tree Billy and arlene were tied up first neither of them escaped in a half hour so they stayed there for another hour. me and vlad slit up i went he stayed he got tied up but he escaped but then they caught me and gaged me with a sock and duct taped it tied my wrists and ankles and since i was a teamleader I had to be hogtied with a crotchrope. Obveously
I didnt escape so I stayed for an extra hour hogtied and gaged once they caught vlad They untied us after an hour and 
they went to hide. all four of us split up I found Kristina behid a bush and gaged her with a clean hanky and a scarf
then hogtied her and added a crotch rope I didnt Know if she was a teamleader so i might have broke the rules once we had caught all of them Kris ratted me becausse she wasnt the teamleader so i had to take the penalty- gaged and hogtied with a crotchrope for the rest of the game. I stayed there 
for almost 4 hours when everyone went in they untied me.
the game was over but it was fun

I asked him how he wanted me to tie him and he said that I could tie him any way that I wanted. We didn’t have any rope, so I went to the closet to get a long electrical extension cord. I had him lay on the floor and put his hands behind his back. Since this was the first time that I was tying up someone, I wasn’t sure how tight to wrap the cord around his wrists, but I thought I was doing a good job. When his wrists were tied, I pulled the cord down to his feet and wrapped the remaining length around his ankles. I stood and watched him struggle, making sure that he wasn’t hurting himself. 

Well, to make a long story short, Robby was able to escape in less than ten minutes. He enjoyed that first time that he was tied up, but also a bit disappointed that it was so easy. He asked me, and my sisters, to tie him again many times and it seemed to be more challenging for him every time from then on. There were a few times when we took advantage of his helplessness by tickling him or teasing him while he was tied. He seemed to enjoy this too, as if it was punishment for not escaping. 

There were many times when I was asked to tie my brother up. Sometimes it was just me, or with the help of my sisters. We had him tied in almost every conceivable manner, and for longer periods of time too. Sometimes he was able to escape, but the more often that we tied him, the better we got at it. Eventually, he was never able to escape from our knots. I look back, now that he is no longer with us, and smile at the enjoyment and fun that he had in this game, even though I didn’t fully understand the pleasure that he was getting from being tied up. 

I still scim these boards religiously,
 
 

Much like that uncle you never invited, I shall return. Ciao.

Here’s my story. It takes a while to get to the TUG parts…so bear with me.

When I was 15 I was pretty athletic (about 5’9” and wiry) really good at sports but got a really bad ear infection and it messed up my equilibrium for about 6 months. Because of this my balance was really screwed up and I got dizzy a lot and tripped or fell down somewhat. So much for sports. As I started to get better my very controlling parents thought it would be a good idea for me to take dance classes to improve my balance. This sounded OK but boy I didn’t know what I was in for.

I figured I would try the dance thing in a couple of months when the summer started since my friends were all starting to make fun of me and call me “Dizzy Dean”. Besides no one would have to know. However, what I didn’t know was that my Mom had talked to the teachers at my younger sister’s dance school and already signed me up for a couple of classes: beginner classes in Ballet and Modern Dance….starting that week…..right after school! I threw a temper tantrum, and told my mom no way!! However my dad got involved and told me that they wouldn’t let me play summer ball when I was completely better unless I took the dance classes. Since I loved baseball, I took a minute to think and gave in.

My first class was on Tuesday, Mom would pick me up as High School and drive me to class (since I was almost 16 I had no Driver’s license yet). I would have to walk home from class, about a mile through a path in the reservation to my neighborhood (we called it a reservation it was a really large woods in my town). I got to the dance school and changed into my sweats and hit the studio. There were about 10 girls (from 13 to 15ish) and I noticed that there weren’t any other boys in the class. I also noticed that they were mostly pretty hot looking and all wearing black spandex type suits…I later found out that these are called unitards. A couple of them were giggling when they saw me. I must have turned bright red from embarrassment. 

At this time the teacher…Miss Catherine came over to me and said “you must be Dean”. Miss Catherine was beautiful, she must have been in her young 20’s and a knockout. She also looked great in her dance outfit. I thought I might get the hang of this dance thing after all. I was quickly brought back to reality, I nodded at Miss Catherine. She quickly informed me that my dance attire was not acceptable and that the school had a strict dress code. Catherine also said that my Mother had arranged for proper dance clothes and left them in the boys locker room at the dance school, since I might make a fuss. As I looked at the girl’s clothing I started to turn red again… with dread. The girls giggled again. Sure enough when I got to the locker room there were two pieces of clothing, one was a black spandex suit and the other looked like a jock strap. The strap was actually called a dance belt, it held me in snug. The suit covered me tightly from wrist to ankle in black. I was embarrassed, however it felt extremely comfortable, I felt kind of like a superhero. 

Amazingly I made it through class with no more giggles. It was probably one of the toughest physical things I had ever done, much more work then football or baseball practice. After class, I was about to get changed when two girls came over to me. One girl I recognized from my neighborhood, Janet, came up to me and told me I did really well in class and looked very cute in my outfit. Again I got embarrassed. Janet was a year younger then me and very cute. We played when we were little but I hadn’t really socialized with her in a couple years. She introduced me to her friend Ann, also a year younger, I had seen her in school. Ann was a hottie, she was about 5’6” thin and athletic with long brown hair and unbelievable eyes. We looked at each other and it was hard for me to hide my extreme attraction in this skintight suit. 

Janet asked me if I wanted to walk home with her and Ann. I said sure since I was going that way anyway, and it would give me more time to meet Ann. I told them that I was going to get changed. Janet said not to bother since she was running late. I begrudgingly agreed since I did not want to be seen walking around in just a unitard, however I didn’t want to miss an opportunity with Ann. So I grabbed my sneakers and bag and met them at the back door.

We walked through the woods for when Janet told me she knew a shortcut down a smaller path directly to her house. She asked if I wanted to come to her house for a while. Ann and I were chatting and starting to hit it off, so I really wanted to go…and did.

No one was home at Janet’s house, her parents were away on a 2 week vacation and her older brother (18) who apparently we never around, was supposed to watch things. We hung out in her finished basement. Ann and I were getting pretty close, we sat tightly next to each other, on the couch and it actually felt pretty awesome with us both in our black suits. Janet didn’t seem to mind too much, however TV was lame that night so she wanted to play a game. We agreed on truth or dare. I agreed to go first. Janet said no questions were off limits, so as not to embarrass myself in front of Ann, I chose the dare. The dare was to be blindfolded for the next 15 minutes and perform “Simon Says”.
I felt this was pretty easy so I agreed. Janet ran upstairs and came back with what looked like sleeping blinders. She put these on me then I felt something else get tied around my head over them so I was completely blindfolded. 

Then I heard, “Simon Says” get up…so I got up. Then Simon Says turn right and walk so I did. And they led me into another room apparently. They were giggling and I was happy to be the brunt of their joke. We must have been a sight, the three of us still in our dance attire and me blindfolded. Then they said “Simon Says” stand very still. I did this for about 5 minutes or so. I heard some rustling and finally I began to say something. Simon Says..be quiet. So I shut up. Finally, Simon says spread your legs as far apart as you can. I tried to do this and almost lost my balance. Then…Simon Says put your arms over your head as wide as you can. I was about to stop all this ridiculousness when all of a sudden I felt loops quickly around my wrists and ankles. I pulled but was trapped spread eagled in a standing position. I began to yell out when a ball was shoved in my mouth…I felt it being strapped around the back of my head. I then felt fingers trying to tickle me. Fortunately I am not (at all) ticklish so this had no effect. However this seemed to anger my captors, so I felt more rope around by waste, legs and arms. I was tied tighter and could not move even a few inches in any direction. 

Finally, the blindfold was removed. I was bound right in front of an old mirror in the unfinished portion of the basement. What a sight, I was standing in a black spandex suit, ballgag in my mouth, with my arms spread up to the beams and legs stretched between 2 posts. The rest of my body looked like it had been trapped in a spider’s web. I felt like a trapped superhero in my suit, and strangely I was turned on. Ann noticed this and we both blushed. Janet left and came back, the girls were giggling again. Janet had a video camera in her hand and began shooting close ups and of me tied up. She disappeared again for about 15 minutes. Ann came close to me and told me that this was all Janet’s idea but I was being a really good sport about it. She said I looked really hot tied up like that and she was going to call me Spiderman. Now I was extremely turned on by the whole thought of this situation. Ann came even closer and gave me a quick hug and peck on the cheek and asked me if I wanted to go out some time. I was in no position to say no so I just nodded “YES”. 

When Janet came back, she indicated that she was going to keep the tape for safekeeping and if I disagreed to play these games again after dance class and she would circulate the tape at school. I voiced my objection, but deep down I wanted to do this again, especially with Ann. I was left tied that way for about another half hour until my arms began to loose some circulation. The girls came in intermittently and tried to tickle me more or pinch me. They eventually let me down but the Superhero games had begun. 

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I hard it to believe that the same person could be nine and twelve years old at the same time. Could you clarify whether she is indeed 9 or 12 years old.

And by the way, how the hell could other posters post in boldface, italics and other types while I can't?

To Shiznach, please come back and tell more of your camp stories. I do enjoy it.

To Tom, please return with your stories.

Use <B> to start bolding and </B> to stop it.
Use <I> to start italics and </I> to stop it.

You can even combine the two by using <B><I>combine</I></B> (both codes together).

If you want to start a new paragraph, use <P> and if you just want to go to a new line with no space between the lines (a line break), use <BR>

The above is a what a paragraph break looks like and this
is what a line break looks like.

Now, I hope to heck that my attempt to insert the codes for less-than and greater-than actually works! :-J

Richard's #1 fan, as usual :-)

And by the way, how the hell could other posters post in boldface, italics and other types while I can't?

HTH

Lisa, did you ever get Malcolm back?

on my birthday when i was 14, i was at school with my friends laura 14 and in my class and stephanie 15 we were in the bath at lunch break room and they said they had a birthday treat for me. i knew what it was as it had happnd before and would probably include torture *yawn*. but this time they did sumin different they told me to come wereing what i was now (a skirt to just above my knees black pantyhose a tie and polo shirt and black shoes.) i agreed. they then grabbed me, i was stunned they wrestled me to the ground and hand cuffed me and told me that this was the prelood to tonight this was the first time anything had happend at school. after lunch there was 2 classes and in each the teacher was surrised il just tell the 2 conversations (1 mrs robertson maths) what the! Lucy what are u doing its my birthday this is just a ritural can u take it off to do ur work? no i dont have the keys my friend does Laura? yes the teaher turned to laura who had the keys for emergincies and are u going to unlock them for her to work? no id rather not oh very well then lucy go sit at the back of the room and remain silent
(2 mr caferty drama) ah lucy mrs robertson phoned ahead and told me of ur prediciment so today i was wondering if we could use u as a stimulus? how do u mean well the rest of the class will divide int groups *to the class* tim and bob u two will not be together after the last time when u mucked about and ruined ur groups 'niki' production back to me and u will sit in a chir in the rooom and act as a stimulus i said ok and spent the rest of the period cuffed on a chair in the middle of the room.
then the bell went for home. 

can i get some feed back iv noticed that sumtimes u dont give feed back so sum would be apreciated. its
so hard when u dont know what *U* think

Lucy 

I wrapped the string around her hands, being sure to loop it between her wrists, assuring limited wriggle room. She said, "Now I guess you want me to try to get free, huh?" I said, "Not yet. I'm not done with you." 

I grabbed her feet (she was wearing sneakers and ankle socks). I pulled her shoes off, causing her to inquire what I was doing. "You won't need these...it'll be easier to tie your feet if I don't have to work around your shoes." I wanted to take her socks off too, but didn't want her to get suspicious yet.

I tied her ankles together securely and cut the string, then tying it in repeated knots (I knew we'd have to cut the string to get her free). 

She wiggled her legs, but found them pretty immobilized. "So now are you done with me?" she smiled?

"I'm done tying you...but I have one other thing on the agenda." I reached under the string and grabbed the top of one sock, peeling it off to reveal a soft, bare foot. She squealed. I repeated the same with her other sock and she managed to get out, "What are you doing?"

I said, "Let's see. You're tied up. You're barefoot. And I bet you're ticklish." I traced a finger along her sole and she screamed.

I went up front to be sure no customers were around, and then returned. I pulled up a chair, placed her bound bare feet in my lap and commenced to tickle her feet until I heard a customer come in. 

I quickly dropped her feet and told her I'd be back.

While I was gone, she managed to hop to the desk, grab some scissors and cut herself free. 

She emerged from the back, barefoot, and embarassingly announced in front of this housewife-type, "When you tie someone up, be sure they can't get to anything sharp or they might cut themselves loose."

I tried to cover by saying, "That's a handy tip if it ever comes up." I think the slight string burns on her wrists and her barefootedness probably gave us away though. The lady just acted as if nothing was going on and paid for her yogurt and left.

Lori told me it was fun, though and I could tell she enjoyed playing our little game, so a week later, I brought a bag of rope to the store and gave her a chance at revenge. I've already written that story, but will share it again if anyone is interested. Especially if any girls out there want to hear about a fellow female getting her tickle torture revenge on a boy.

As for some posts seemingly vanishing,well sometimes,they get put in the archives(sp) Other times they are moved to the collage page. My first story about Lisa was poasted here,but canuck decided it didnt belong here(we were all over 18).Others are removed totaly if there is to much"sex talk"

There are many,many other dreambooks alone that are happy to have the more adutl stories.I have some stories I have not shared..maybe I will. I use to vist this site daily but the posters got younger and younger,plus some of the stories became too long(for me)and I think I also got "burned out"
I also was working on web pages and some other stuff. At any rate,I am back (for now) so if you have any questions feel free to ask me :)

Hmm... I wonder what the lady thought of your messing around...

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Princess Garnet..where are you? You haven't posted for a whlie and your 5 stories that you had planned looked promising. I'd love to read it

Anyway, to all posters out there, keep 'em coming. I don't care if it's long or short,if it's boys tie girls or girls tie boys just as long as its good.

To Jonny, well so much for you theory that stories of girls getting tied up is always taken away. Just read tom's post. So next time, think before you post. 

To the Unknown, Shiznach, Tom Ford and other posters, continue the stories. I don't care how long they are, just post them in whatever form you like. In fact, I encourage you to keep 'em long. I makes for a better story.

To Richard of UK, please continue with you wonderful stories.
 

*I went up to the door and knocked once the door quickly opened and mary gaged me with pantyhose and duct tape. I knew what they were going to do so i didnt resist but this time it was different when they stripped me they cut my clothes up and all the ones in my bag too so **i was forced to wear womens clothes*** this time i wore tight nylons a hot pink bra and panties and a spandex skirt and top. they took the ***collar off there dog and put it on me*** then they decided to make me there slave first they made me 
scrub the toilet and the whole kitchen floor after that i had to mow the front lawn in the clothes i was wearing 
after that they tied my wrists and ankles and ***hogtied with a crotch rope *** and left me there while they went to carvel and had sundays for about 3 hours while i layed gaged hogtied in womens clothes and latex gloves on the kitchen floor i tried to escape the whole time but the crotch rope would tug and hurt like hell when they got back they saw me thying to escape so *** they punished me for it by kicking my sides for 5 minutes while i was hogtied***"

Why is this not just as bad as the guy who tied the two girls?