As for her revenge, a few nights later, I brought some rope and stored it in the back. Again, just me and Lori, with virtually no customers. After we closed, I pulled out the rope and said, "If you wanna get my back, here's your chance". I didn't have to ask twice. She had me lie down on the floor in the back. She took one piece of rope and tied my hands together tightly, and then lifted them over my head, tying it off to the leg of a table. 

Then, she moved down to my feet and removed my shoes and socks. I playfully protested, but she commented that I wouldn't be needing them. She tied one ankle to the wooden shelf unit, raising my foot about 2-3 feet in the air, and tied the other to a coat rack mounted on the wall, also elevating my foot. I was spread eagled from the waist down, with my feet conveniently at arms reach for her. Instead of tickling, she got a towel and tried to gag me with it, but it was fairly ineffective. 

She said, "Try to get free. I'm going to do a couple more clean up items. If you aren't free by the time I'm back, you're mine." She did a REALLY good job tying me, so I couldn't really get free, but I didn't want to. I think she enjoyed knowing she had me and was making me suffer.

When she returned, she said, "Too bad. Now, are you ticklish?" She started at my armpits and worked her way down my sides. I was hysterical with laughter. She worked her way down my legs, tickling me through my khaki pants, and she boldly stated, "I could do anything I want to you right now". 

I don't know why I didn't encourage her, but I was too scared I guess. At this point the gag had fallen out, and I said, "Yeah, but you wouldn't". (What was I thinking?)

She still made my dreams come true, though. Next, she moved down to my bare feet, all tied and vulnerable. She immediately started on both at once, scampering her fingers up and down my soles. 

the next 10 minutes or so was just a blur of her tickle torturing my feet, and periodically working her way under my pants leg, as high as my knees. She found behind the knees to be a sensitive spot she enjoyed as well. 

She returned again to my feet and laughed sadistically as she tortured them, altering tickle tactics between slow and fast, hard and soft. When she untied me, she indicated she'd like me to tie her up again and tickle her some. 

We went back and forth with tickle games for a while, then I finally drove her home. She worked there another few months, but we never played around after that night. 

Last time I saw her was two years ago in line for Springsteen tickets. I'm married now, and she appeared to be dating a pretty young lady. Who knows - I may have been the only guy she ever got kinky with, but maybe she and her girlfriend have played some tie-and-tickle games thanks to our TCBY fun...

Also, 
Doug, I've been reading your stories from your cousins house and WOW. I wish I lived in that neighborhood. The stories are lots of fun. Thanks for sharing them. Here's my question for you. I notice that, in some of the earlier posts, you list a website with a link. When I click on the link I get a message that the page isn't there anymore. Is it a bad link, has the site been moved or has it been taken down? If there is a new address, please post it here?
Thanks
Z

To Doug R, I wish you would be back with your stories. I always enjoyed reading them, and it would be a shame if your wonderful stories would not grace Canuck's wonderful site again. Anyway, Unknown's post gives me encouragement that you will indeed be back.
 

To those of you who have read my stories from late May to early July know already the characters and the rules. To those who don't, just read my new stories and you'll encounter them. Thank you!

Summer has already arrived. It is the hottest season of the year, but the season most enjoyed. Summer means long playing days, vacations, swimming pool, but best of all, it means no school. No more grueling schoolwork. Although Andrew and I are straight - A students, we definitely want to have a break and just to have fun and nothing to worry about. That is, I think the reasons why vacations are very enjoyable - no school, no schoolwork and no worry!

For the summer, our family, my uncle’s family and my grandfather always go to our great-grandfather’s farm in Vermont. It’s a kind of summer pilgrimage that is a must for all of us. It’s a pleasant place, located between a lake and a mountain, and it is fun to go there. There are many places we can play - the barn, the fields, the woods, the mountain and the lake. It’s not as hot as it is at home, but warm and cool enough for our activities. We can bring up to two friends each, and I chose to bring Frank and Henry, Andrew chose David, Betty chose Angela and Nancy, Margaret (Donald’s younger sister - age 8, we call her Maggie) chose Cathy and Nancy. We must of course, have the permission of their parents, and since most of them are old family friends and most of them have gone there before, all of them consented. After all, it is only one month.

But my next tie-up adventure takes place the day before we left for Vermont. Chester and Jay cannot come because of their family’s own vacation plans. It is Sunday, and tomorrow, Monday, we will leave for Vermont. I wasn’t expecting any games that first Sunday of summer, but the others had other plans.

It’s Sunday afternoon, and our parents have been doing last minute shopping for our supplies. I was at home, idly watching TV in the couch with Frank, Betty, David, and Andrew. It’s a show we all had seen a million times, and we spent most of the time making silly commentaries on it. We are expecting Chester and Jay that afternoon, for this is probably the last afternoon we will see them for a month. 

It’s about three in the afternoon when the Adams twins finally arrived. They just joined us and watched TV (or rather talked about the show) when suddenly they made their move. Chester grabbed me and forced me to lay down the couch. I was surprised, of course, and tried to fight back. I might have beaten him had it not for Andrew’s interference, and soon I was lying on the couch on my stomach with my arms behind my back held by Andrew. Chester then took some rope from under the couch and began wrapping it around my crossed wrists. Chester had come a long way from the clumsy job he did on his first encounter with ropes. When he finally cinched it and knotted it off, it is snug and it is secure. I tested the ropes, and they held. Damn! I was hoping for a clumsy job from the twins. Oh well, c’est la vie.

“Okay guys, what are you up to now?” I asked. Of course, I perfectly know what they’re up to.

“Tom, since you’re leaving tomorrow, consider this your going-away present!!” Chester said and mockingly laughed.

“Oh! What a strange present Chet, I wish I could give something more original than this!” I sarcastically said.

“Put a sock into it, Tom!” Andrew told me. With that, he removed my shoes and socks, wadded one of my socks and gave it to Chester. Chester took the smelly sock and presented it before my face.

I closed my mouth shut. No way are they going to put that thing in my mouth! It was (and still is) the most disgusting gag I could ever think of. (Yuck!). I resisted all attempts to force open my mouth. Then Andrew gave me a slight tickle in the sides and that made me open my mouth involuntarily to laugh. When I did that, Chester shoved the sock in my mouth. I tell you it was disgusting. Andrew and Chester just laughed at the face I made when I received the smelly sock. I made angry mmmmmppppphhhhh sounds that just made them laugh. Andrew then sealed my mouth with duct tape and wrapped it around my head a couple of times.

Meanwhile, David and Jay pounced on Frank at the same moment I was taken. Since it was two against one, he was easily beaten. They dragged him to the floor - the couch was for me alone - and they made him lie on his stomach. 

“What the hell - ” Frank exclaimed.

“One more word out of you and we’ll gag you!” David threatened.

“Like hell you are! You’ll gag me even if I shut up!” You’ll just mmmmppphhh” David, obviously irritated with Frank, clamped his hand over Frank’s mouth. 

“Isn’t it nice to have some peace and quiet around here. Thank you, David!” Jay said, then laughed. He then took my other sock, wadded it and presented it to Frank’s face.

“Open wide!” Jay said.

“Oh no I’m not! You’re not going to put that smelly thing on my mmmmppphhhh!” While Frank was talking, Jay shoved the smelly sock to his mouth. I laughed under my gag when I saw that. We all laughed at him for making such a stupid move. The last thing you would want to do if you don’t want to be gagged is to open you’re mouth, and that’s exactly what Frank did. We couldn’t believe Frank was so…well…funny! Frank tried to spit out the sock, but David forced back the smelly sock on his mouth, and Jay duct taped it.

David then pulled Frank’s arms behind his back. Jay then took a piece of white rope from under the couch, and wrapped it around Frank’s wrists. And like Chester, he had gone a long way in his skills in knots. It is nowhere near the extremely clumsy job he did on their first game. I can see that the knots are tight, snug, effective and not uncomfortable. When Frank tested the ropes, it held. 

We, even I, all laughed at Frank. He is acting silly and out of character. I don’t know what came over him, maybe it was the sock, but whatever it is, he’s not acting like his old self. 

Andrew and Chester then made me stand up, and they proceeded to wrap rope around my waist. Chester wrapped it several times, then cinched it and knotted it off. He then proceeded to tie the loose ends to my wrists, pinning my wrists to my back. He then proceeded to tie my upper body, pinning my arms to my sides. He finished by tying my crossed ankles. As usual, all the ropes were snug, tight, but not uncomfortable. And the knots were unreachable by the fingers, so there was virtually no chance that I would get out of here by myself. David and Jay did the same thing to Frank - ropes secure and knots unreachable.

“Two down, and two to go!” Jay triumphantly proclaimed.

“It’s you’re turn, Betty!” Andrew told my sister.

I was puzzled. What could he possibly mean? Then I saw Betty pick up the phone and dial a number. Then Betty invited Angela to our house. I was shocked. Betty and Angela are always allies, and it was something new to see Betty betray her best friend. 

“Is she coming?” Andrew anxiously asked Betty.

“Yep!” Betty replied.

“Yes!!! We got her in the bag!!” David triumphantly said.

We waited for Angela to arrive. They positioned Frank and me to sit beside each other in the couch. Chester and Jay hid behind the front door - ready to pounce on Angela the moment she enters. So we waited. Meanwhile, I decided to try to reach the knots on Frank’s wrists. Sounds easy, but when you’re wrists are both tied snugly and pinned to you’re back, it’s not. My first attempts dismally failed - I simply could not reach Franks knots. I then attempted to try to lift my bound legs on to the couch, so as my back would lean of Frank. At first, I could not do it, but finally, after repeated tries, I finally succeeded. Frank, who was at first puzzled to what I was doing, finally caught on and did the same thing. Finally, we were sitting on the couch back to back. Andrew, Betty and David was too busy watching TV and when they finally noticed, just watched, cheered, and teased, doing nothing impede us. In fact they seemed entertained with what we’re doing. When we finally finished, they went back to their TV watching. 

As soon as they resumed watching TV, I began to search for Frank’s knots. Surprisingly, Frank’s fingers found my knots first, and after a few tries, unwound the knot on the ropes that pinned my wrists to my waist. However, at that time - it was exactly 3:30 p.m. - we heard Angela knock on the front door. Betty opened it, and greeted Angela. As soon as Angela stepped in the house, Chester and Jay grabbed her.

“What the mmmmppphhhhy!” Chester clamped his hand over the surprised Angela’s mouth. She thrashed for a few moments, but Chester and Jay held her. Andrew and David just watched. She finally calmed down after a few moments, and seemed to accept the fact that she was caught again. I could see from her eyes, however, that she would get them all back. Chester then released his hand from her mouth. 

“Okay guys, you cmmmmpppphhhh!” As soon as Angela opened her mouth, Jay inserted a clean sock into her mouth. And it was a big sock. It filled her mouth completely, and caused a huge bulge in her cheeks to materialize. Chester then clamped his hand over her mouth again to prevent her from spitting it out while Jay prepared the duct tape. When Chester released his hand, Jay immediately sealed her mouth with duct tape, and wrapped it several times around her head. He made sure, however, that the tape would not touch her red hair. This was made easier because she was wearing a ponytail at the time, and he just wound the tape when it touches the back of her head under it. When it was over, Angela could not make much sound, in fact, her mmmmppphhhss barely reached my ears. And all this time, Chester held Angela so she could not put up much resistance while Jay was gagging her. 

Meanwhile, I could feel Frank’s knots on my wrists and I could feel tugging. Although probably two or three knots were picked, the ropes in my wrists did not slacken because there were probably four or five knots on the ropes tying my wrists. I then tried looking for the knots on Frank’s wrists. I was able to pick one or two knots when we were busted.

“What do we have here?” Andrew said, when he saw us picking each other’s knots. “Looks like we have two Houdinis here!!” 

“So that’s why they did their little exhibition a while ago!” David added. With that, Andrew grabbed me and David grabbed Frank. They retied all loose knots and added a couple of more ropes. They then pulled as apart so that I’m in the extreme left corner of the couch and Frank is in the right. They tied our ankles to the legs of the couch, so there was no chance that we would be able to reach each other and repeat what we did.

Meanwhile, Jay took a white rope from his pocket while Chester pulled Angela’s arms behind her and crossed her wrists. Jay then wrapped rope around her wrists vertically then horizontally, then knotted it off. I could see that she could not reach the knots on her wrists with her fingers, as she flexed it. Chester then took a longer rope and wrapped it around her waist, then knotted it. She then tied the free ends to her wrists, pinning her wrists and hands to the small of her back. Jay meanwhile tied her upper body, placing the knot on the front. 

“Ha! Three down and one to go!” Andrew exclaimed after the twins trussed up Angela. Chester and Jay then walked Angela to the post in the living room, where they tied Angela to the pole on only three places - the knees, the waist and the upper body.

“Now, our only problem is Donald! Who’s gonna make the call?” David asked.

“How about me?” Chester asked. 

“Nah! Donald will be suspicious if you made the call. Besides, what would you be doing here making the call to him? No, you and Jay can’t make the call!” David replied.

“I think we better use either John or Barney. That way, he would have no idea a trap is waiting him here!” Andrew suggested.

“Okay. Let’s use either of the two. But who?” Chester asked.

“John!” Betty suggested.

“Okay. Then John it is!” Andrew said. He then called, more like shouted, John’s name. The six-year-old John then emerged from his room.

“What now?” he shouted.

“Could you call Donald and ask him to come over?” Andrew asked his little brother.

“Why should I make the call? You could do it yourself…Oh… I see…Okay, I’ll make the call. Well, here we go again!” John said. That was the quickest reversal I’ve ever seen. John started by refusing, but when he saw the bound and gagged Frank, Angela and me, readily agreed. I could see John dial the phone and could hear the conversation between Donald and my brother. Well, at least I could hear what John is saying.

“Is he coming?” David asked after John hung up the phone. 

“He sure is!” John replied.

David and Jay then high-fived. Andrew and Chester also cheered, for it seems that their plan went without a hitch. Then they teased us, scared us, boasted and acted as if it was the last day on earth. Boy, it was worth it being bound and gagged just to watch them act silly. But come to think of it, I would have acted the same way as they did if I were in their situation, and in my case, I would have acted even sillier than they did. Still, it was a blast watching them, even with the empty boasts and teases. 

Frank and I just sat quietly, reserving all our energy for the struggling that we will do once they leave us for a half-hour. As for Angela, she struggled and thrashed against her bonds, mmmmmppppppphhhhhiing loudly, which did nothing except entertain the rest of us. We looked at her, enjoying the sight, until she finally realized what was happening and stopped. 

Donald arrived at about 3:45 p.m. He entered the house through the front door, and the first thing he saw is the three of us all bound and gagged. “Oh no! Not that again!” he exclaimed. But before he could act, Chester and Jay attacked. Donald struggled, but soon had to give up. Chester pulled his arms behind his back, and Jay wound rope around his wrists. The way Donald was tied up was essentially no different than the rest of us were tied, hands behind back, rope at the waist and upper body, knots beyond the reach of his fingers and snug, tight, painless and not uncomfortable as usual. He was also gagged like the rest of us - clean sock inserted to his mouth, then mouth covered with duct tape. Then they did something none of us expected.

Chester took a large bandana from his pocket, folded it - then blindfolded Donald! I was shocked. The only time we used blindfolds was during the initiation of Angela, and for some reason, we didn’t use it at all during our games. So it came as a shock to me when Donald was blindfolded. A second later, a piece of cloth was tied over my eyes, blocking my vision. I’m being blindfolded! I was scared. I never have been blindfolded while tied up before, so this is a new experience for me. Now I’m really helpless and totally at the mercy of my captors. At least when you can see you know what’s going to happen to you, and so you can psychologically prepare for whatever they have in store for you. You have at least some measure of control, even if it is indeed minuscule. But when you’re blindfolded, you have no control over anything, and you’re completely dependent on your captors. But it also adds to the level of excitement and anticipation one feels. So it wasn’t a total loss to lose your sight at these games. Besides, I know this is all fun and games, and they would do nothing to hurt me, and I know nothing bad will happen to me. And because we were blindfolded, it means we could use it on the others when we have the upper hand.

So I was blindfolded. I soon felt the ropes around my ankles slacken then loosen, then a hand suddenly grabbed my upper arm and pulled me up and forced me to stand. “Just do as I say, and nothing will bad will happen to you!” Chester said with a threatening voice, then spun me around. I lost my sense of direction because of that, and I had no idea where I was being taken to when Chester started to walk me. I soon felt the stairs and I went up the stairs, I counting the steps so I would not be lost. When we reached the second floor, I was again spun, then continued the walk. I had no idea where I was, except that it is in the second floor. Every now and then, he would spin me, and all that I did to determine where exactly I was, was lost. I soon heard a door opened, and I presumably entered the room. I absolutely had no idea whose room we entered. I just know we entered a room on the second floor. He then pushed me, and I fell. I was thoroughly scared, until I hit the bed. Boy, that scared me to death. I thought I was going to hit the floor and thrash my face as a result; instead, I landed on the soft bed. I should have been more trusting of my friend’s intention. Chester then lifted my legs so that my entire body would be in the bed, and he retied my crossed ankles. I then was hog-tied.

I was lying on the bed, hog-tied, completely helpless. I tried looking for knots, but Chester had placed all knots beyond the reach of my fingers, and then tried struggling. That did no good as well. So I just waited for the inevitable tickling that will occur. My mind then began to wonder. I began to think, mostly on how to get revenge. Boy, will they get it when we launch our next attack! But there is a problem. We would leave tomorrow for our vacation in Vermont, and Chester and Jay would not be going with us. So if I were to get my revenge on those two, it must come later in the day. But we cannot take them on if they are together. And if I were to fail to get my revenge before we leave, it would be over a month before I could do anything to them, when we return from our vacation. That means that I could only take my revenge on Andrew and David during that time, and it’s the Adams twins who did the most damage in this game. Then I began to formulate in my head plans for revenge. These schemes were wild, and in most cases impractical. In fact, the next scheme I would think of is crazier and zanier than the last one. I ended up laughing at the silliness of my own harebrained schemes. Then my mind drifted on what happened to Donald, Frank and Angela. Again, my imagination bordered on the unbelievable. I imagined that Donald was hung up side down, being cruelly tortured, and Frank is being paraded outside. I imagine Angela also being paraded outside alongside Frank, people throwing rotten eggs and tomatoes while they’re at it. Of course, it’s all ridiculous. My friends would never do that, and I know all would be all right in the end. But that did not prevent my overactive imagination from fearing the imaginary worst. 

Then I decided to imagine the good time all of us would enjoy once we are in my great grandfather’s farm in Vermont. I of course had gone there, it’s an annual vacation for our family. And each and every time I thoroughly enjoyed my stayed there. So there was no reason it won’t be fun. But the introduction of tie-up games to our lives added a new twist to the vacation. With Andrew, Frank, Donald, Angela, Betty, David and others all on board, it is inevitable that there would be tie-up situations involved in the vacation. And it undoubtedly would make it more fun.

My train of though was interrupted when I heard footsteps. I was unable to track the time in my situation, so I had no idea what time it is or how long I was hog-tied and blindfolded. I then heard the footsteps grow louder and louder, till I determined that whoever entered the room was standing right beside me. I also noticed that there are two sets of footsteps, so there must be two persons in the room with me. I had no idea who those people are. Suddenly, there was silence. There were no footsteps. I listened. There was deafening silence. Terror took hold of me, my breathing became heavier, and I sweated a lot. I know that there are two people in the room, but I had no idea what they were up to. And worst, since there was no sound whatsoever - I could not even hear the breathing - I didn’t even know if they are still in the room. I was terrified. All my childhood fears came to a head that moment, and I was very afraid. I began to imagine ghosts - even though it is in the middle of the afternoon - monsters and other things. I imagined that those footsteps were footsteps of monsters or phantoms that has come to get me. Fear has overcome my common sense, and I was terrified. I shuddered at what might happen to me. Gone was the confidence I had that all would be well in the end - instead, it was replaced by imaginary and misplaced fears. Then I heard two taps on the wall. It made me more afraid. I listened more, and there was more deafening silence. I became more afraid, and struggled more as a result, shouting for help. I struggled violently, yet the bonds held. And my shout was nothing more than mmmmppphhhsss filtered through my gag. Oh I was afraid!

Then it came. Suddenly, I felt my sides being tickled by fingers. I then burst into laughter. I also felt fingers tickling my feet, my ribs, my stomach and my armpits. I just laughed and laughed. Fortunately, whoever was tickling me gave me breaks. Ironically, the tickling actually gave me more courage and hope than if they left alone. Even if they did not talk, the tickling actually assured me that it is my friends who were the source of the footsteps and the sounds I kept hearing. The tickling vanished all fears I had about some ghosts, and phantoms I had conjured up in my overactive imagination. And the breaks reinforced my hope. And because of that, for the first time ever, I actually enjoyed the tickle torture, for the simple reason that it is less scary than being scared to death with silence and little frightening noises. 

“We scared you, didn’t we?” I heard Barney’s voice say to me. Whew! Now I’m definitely sure that there were no monsters, only my brother and friend. I just mmmpphph to reply. 

“I nearly broke laughing when you lost it awhile ago! Boy, were you funny. I wish I had a camera to record the look on your face for posterity!” Chester added.

Then they resumed their tickle torture for what seemed like thirty minutes. I just laughed and laughed. I laughed so hard that I inadvertently scraped my face up and down against the bed, and that caused my blindfold to come up a little. Thus, I was able to see a little on the bottom of my blindfold. After the half-hour, they left. I struggled mightily to push the blindfold up by rubbing it against the bed. Finally I succeeded. My blindfold is now on my forehead. I can now see! I looked at the clock. It was now 4:15 in the afternoon.

But that is the only progress I made in the next half-hour as I tried to free myself. The bonds were too competently tied for me to make much progress. I tried looking for knots, I found none, and decided to wait for the game to finish. I observed the room, and from what I saw, it is John’s room. 

Chester and Barney returned after thirty minutes.

“Look, Tom’s not blind anymore!” my seven-year-old little brother exclaimed. 

“Yup! He can see again. But let’s blind him once more!” Chester added.

With that, they blindfolded me again. Then, I felt the ropes tying my ankle to my wrist, slacken, soon, I was free from the hog-tie. They then released the ropes on my ankles. They then helped me get to my feet, spun me around, and walked me. Soon, they stopped, and I felt the ropes on my wrists slacken. I then pulled and pushed my arms, and soon, I was free of the ropes. I immediately removed my blindfold, and I saw Andrew, David, Chester, Jay, Betty, John, Barney and Lawrence looking at me. I then looked back and saw Frank, Angela and Donald still tightly bound, back-to-back, gagged and blindfolded. We were in my room.

“Congratulations Tom!” Andrew said. “You now have the honor of freeing your friends.” I then went to my friends to untie them, and soon the rest of us joined in. In about five minutes we all were completely untied.

“You scared the living daylights out of me!” I complained to Chester as soon as I removed my gag. 

“Then I did a good job!!” Chester replied.

Well, that ended the tie-up games that Sunday afternoon. We gave each other the usual congratulations, and made the customary swearing of revenge. We then discussed the game during the rest of the afternoon. We laughed at each other for our silliness, Frank’s reaction early in the game, and my being scared. 

I also learned that Donald was taken to Andrew’s room where he was tied to a chair, and it also scared him to be blindfolded for roughly the same reasons I was afraid. Angela was taken to my room where she was hog-tied on my bed. Frank was taken to Andrew’s room where he was tied in the closet - hands overhead - tied to the overhead beam. All of us were blindfolded. Then, after the thirty minutes after the tickling, they all gathered us to my room, where they tied Frank, Donald and Angela back to back, still with the blindfold. Since I was the only one to succeed in removing the blindfold while I was tied up, Andrew decided to untie me first.

We never did get our revenge on the Adams twins later that day. Our parents returned soon after and we spent the rest of the day packing. For early in the morning tomorrow, about five in the morning, we would leave, and arrive late in the afternoon, about six in the afternoon, at our great-grandfather’s farm in Vermont.

What adventures await us at Vermont? Read the next part and find out!

Our first game on summer occurred in Sunday before we would leave for our vacation. Andrew, David, Chester and Jay captured Frank and me while watching a TV show, and with Betty, was able to lure Angela into their trap. They then used John to lure the unsuspecting Donald, and soon, he too was captured. They blindfolded all of us, which scared me to death, and like before, we lost the game. We suffered our thirteenth defeat, and Angela her third loss in a row.

Alexander Ford (1900-1992), our great-grandfather, was born in his farm in Vermont. He grew up there, and except for college and service in World War I, spent all his life in his farm. He married our great-grandmother, Emma Lee (1900-1993), early in 1918, before he left for France, and my Grandfather John was born later that year. (All names are fake to protect the identity of the concerned). John was an only child. My grandfather was a successful and prosperous farmer, he was also a businessman. He soon prospered, and enlarged the family farm. My grandfather soon moved out, but returned every summer for vacation. (For more info regarding our family history, just look at Spring - 1966, Afternoon Attack.)

My great-grandfather’s farm, as I said, is located between a lake and the base of a mountain. And that made it an ideal place for summer vacations. One could always go for a swim in the lake one day and hike the mountain the next day. Both are within walking distance from my great-grandfather’s home. And his house is huge - more like a mansion. It has three stories; the first story contains the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, the rec room and the master’s bedroom and another room. On the second floor are three bedrooms, another rec room and several storage rooms. On the third floor there are six bedrooms, and two storage rooms. Grandfather and Grandmother slept in the first floor, Mom, Dad, Uncle Richard and Aunt Rachel all slept on the second floor, leaving the third floor to us kids. Frank, Barney and me shared a room, David, John and Andrew shared another one, Donald, Ben and Henry shared one, Angela, Margaret and Betty shared another, Lucy, Nancy and Cathy occupied the fifth room, while Lawrence and Harvey (age six) slept on the last room. Then there is also an attic and a basement. The second and third floors are designed solely for this purpose, and it is empty when there are no visitors.

And scattered on the farm are numerous barns, sheds, and outhouses that could be used as playground for our games. And scattered on the mountains is numerous sheds and outhouses, which makes it an ideal playground. And the farm is walking distance to other people farms and within driving distance to the town. So it is an ideal spot to have vacations there. 

We arrived at our great-grandfather’s farm at six, as expected. Our great-grandparents immediately greeted us. We spent one hour unpacking. But before we fully unpacked, before dinner, we played a game.

It was six-thirty in the afternoon, and I was at one of the rooms on the third floor on what could be my room with Frank. Most of the adults are downstairs talking. Some of the kids were downstairs, and some of us, like me, were exploring the second and third floors. I was looking it over and doing anything but unpack. I heard David’s voice call me, and I went into the corridor and into the room where I heard David’s voice come from. I entered the room, and I saw Angela bound hand and foot and gagged. Her arms were tied behind her back, her ankles crossed and her mouth was covered with a scarf. She was hog-tied on the bed, with my uncle Harvey watching beside her.

“Uh oh!” I said when I saw her, and immediately realized what happened. I hadn’t counted on a game, for the simple reason that since Chester and Jay is not here, then we would outnumber them 4 to 2 or 2 to 1. Yet I had not counted on the Andrew’s guile and shrewdness, which in the past, snatched victory from the jaws of defeat so many times. 

I reacted too late. David and Andrew grabbed me. I tried to shout to warn my companions, but when I opened my mouth to shout, David inserted a clean white handkerchief into my mouth, and Andrew quickly tied bandana over it, cleave-gagging my mouth. He then tied another layer of cloth over my mouth, which he tied tightly at the back of my head, covering my head from nose to chin. It was quite effective in shutting me up, and I tried pushing it with my tongue. I failed. 

“Gotcha! Thought we wouldn’t be able to attack if we were only two? Guess again!” Andrew boasted.

“Yea. It was so easy capturing Angela and you, and it would be a cinch to get Frank and Donald.” David added.

They then sat me on a chair and pulled my arms behind the backrest. David then tied my wrists with what seems to be long strips of cloth. As I said before, it is more comfortable than rope but no less effective. I tested the cloth, and it was firm. Andrew then took a long piece of rope, wrapped it around my chest, through slots on the backrest and around it, over my tummy and waist, and around the backrest, slipping it through the open slots the chair offered. Finally, Andrew pulled it tight, cinched it and knotted it at front, at my chest. David crossed my ankles and tied it using a simple square knot. It is simple, but effective nonetheless. I tested the cloth and ropes, and it was clear that I would need help to get out.

“So this is what you guys have been doing this past weeks!” Harvey exclaimed after seeing my bound to the chair.

“Yep. Didn’t John or Barney tell you?” Andrew asked.

“They did. Although I didn’t believe them at first. I thought they were joking!” Harvey replied. My uncle Harvey is six years old, has brown hair and gray eyes.

“Well, believe what you see!” David replied.

“Can I join?” my six-year-old uncle eagerly asked.

“No. You’re too young. But you can still help.” Andrew responded.

“Really? How?” Harvey eagerly asked.

“Just call Frank or Donald and tell them you want to show them something here.” Andrew told Harvey

“Why?” Harvey asked.

“Because we need to capture Thomas, Angela, Frank and Donald to win. Since we already caught Tom and Angela, all we need to do is catch Frank and Donald.” My older brother explained.

“So all I need to do is call Frank or Donald, so that he’ll come up here you can catch him?” Harvey replied.

“That’s it!” David exclaimed.

“But why can’t you guys make the call?” Harvey wondered.

“Are you kidding? They wouldn’t come here if we made the call. They immediately would call our bluff. And worst, they would formulate a plan to catch us, and that would reduce our chances of winning to zero. At least if it was you, they wouldn’t be suspicious, especially since you weren’t involved in any way in our previous games.” David replied.

“Okay! I’ll do it.” Harvey shouted. With that, he dashed out of the room.

“You think we could trust him?” David asked Andrew after he left.

“We can. Let’s just hope he’s up to it!” Andrew replied. 

With that, we settled into a dreary wait. David and Andrew sat on chairs behind the door, waiting for their prey while talking, more like whispering, silently among themselves. I just sat on the chair, resigned to another loss to my older brother. Angela fruitlessly struggled, mmmpphhhing under her gag. She soon gave up, and settled for the wait.

About seven o’clock, Harvey opened the door and entered.

“What is it?” Donald asked.

“Wait. You’ll see.” Harvey replied.

Then Donald entered. He saw me bound and gagged and looked me in the eye. He was about to turn around and back away when David and Andrew grabbed him. He at first fought the two but soon had to give up against superior force.

“I should have known this was a trap!” Donald said. “It was all too obvious to see! Damn! I should have mmmmppppphhhhhh!”

“You should have but you didn’t!” David replied as he shoved a clean handkerchief into his mouth. He then cleaved-gagged Donald to hold the handkerchief in his mouth. Like my gag, David added another layer of cloth and tightly knotted it behind his neck, covering his head from nose to chin. After gagging him, they dragged him to a post where they forced him to sit and lean on the post. Then, they pulled his arms around the post and tied it with long strips of cloth behind the post, pinning him to the post. Andrew then removed his shoes and socks, then crossed it then tied it using another long piece of cloth. David then tied his knees together. Andrew wound rope, lots of rope around his upper body, on his chest, and on his waist, further pinning his body to the post. 

“Getting him was a cinch. It’s too easy!” Andrew remarked.

“So what. How about Frank?” David asked.

“He said he’d follow. He just has to take care of a few things.” Harvey answered.

“What happened when you told them to come here?” Andrew asked.

“Well, when I told them that I need to show them something here, they whispered among themselves, then told me that Donald would come first then Frank would follow!” Harvey said.

David and Andrew looked at each other. Clearly, to them, something went wrong.

“I knew this was too easy! Frank probably sent Donald to determine if there is a trap.” Andrew said.

“And Frank is probably outside, planning on how to outwit us.” David added.

“I knew it would be difficult to play two against four. We should have waited until we added Robert and Jerry to our team. Then it would be easier.” Andrew said.

“Nah. What’s so hard about this? We could easily take Frank two to one.” David remarked.

“But who will guard these three. While we were out there looking for Frank, who would probably hide from us, he or any of the little brats would sneak in and free them. Then we would be at their mercy, for we are outnumbered. Besides, I don’t have the key to this room, so I can’t lock it and anybody could enter. Somebody has to guard our prisoners, or we would lose. One of us could presumably guard these three, but one can’t bring Frank over. We need two or he could slip away! If Chet and Jay were here, we wouldn’t have these problems! ” Andrew replied.

“But could we count on anybody else except Harvey?” David asked.

“Well, I think we could. But don’t leave them alone with Tom, Angela and Donald. They certainly would free them behind our backs!” Andrew replied.

The argument continued. I could see Angela smiling under her gag at our captors’ dilemma. We might win this game yet! Harvey just listened to their conversation, which was so loud it filled the room. 

“I have an idea on how we could win!” David suddenly said.

“What on your mind?” Andrew asked.

“Well, we could call on Barney, John, Ben and Henry. You could take Henry and Barney, and hunt Frank with them. You could easily win against Frank that way. Ben, John and Harvey would stay with me and guard Tom, Donald and Angela. That way, if Frank attempted to free them, we would be ready. Just remember, don’t split-up. They can switch loyalties once they’re out of your eyes.” David explained.

“Sounds good. But you forget something. Remember my father’s rule. If - ” Andrew objected.

“You’re father said that they can’t be tied up before they’re nine and they must not tie other people up. But we don’t need them to tie-up Frank. We just need them to pounce and pin him, and once you did, you can tie him up.” David answered.

“David, you’re a genius. Okay, then let’s do it. Harvey, call Barney, John, Ben and Henry.” Andrew said.

With that Harvey called the little brats. As soon as they came, they readily agreed to participate in the plan, and soon, Andrew, Barney, and Henry left to hunt down Frank. Harvey, Ben and John remained with David to guard us. I have to give credit to David. His plan was smart, and flawless. The little tikes are loyal, until they are out of sight the older ones, and at that point, they might or might not switch sides. 

We waited until seven-fifteen for anything to happen. Finally, Andrew returned with the bound and gagged Frank. Frank has his hands tied behind his back, and he was gagged with duct-tape. 

David cheered when he saw his friend had captured the elusive Frank. Andrew and the rest of them cheered, high-fived each other, and they celebrated another triumph. Then, David took a long rope and wrapped it around Frank’s waist, cinching it and knotting it off and tying the free ends to his wrists. 

They then positioned him to the post where Donald was tied-up. He was positioned opposite Donald, but unlike Donald, who was in a sitting position, Frank was tied to the pole standing. They tied him to the pole at the knees, the waist, the stomach and the chest. Each of the knots was tied competently, and when Frank tested the ropes, it held.

Then they began the tickling. They tickled us in the foot, the stomach, the sides, the ribs and the armpits. We just laughed and laughed and shouted and screamed, which came out through the gag as faint mmmmppppphhhhhsssss. We struggled, jerked, desperately trying to avoid the fingers. But it was futile. And to make it worst, Ben, Barney, John, Henry and Harvey joined in the tickling. Fortunately, David and Andrew were able to restrain the tikes and we were given the customary 2-3 minute breaks. They tickled us for 15 minutes. 

They left us for another 30 minutes after the tickle torture. I struggled against my bonds in a vain effort to gain some slack, but the knots were too expertly tied for my struggles to have any effect. I tried looking for knots using my fingers - I found none. All the knots were beyond the reach of my fingers. I tried to move the chair - my bound feet still can touch the floor, but the chair was too heavy and the carpet made it impossible. Besides, if I can move the chair with my feet, what good can it do? So I was stuck. I gave up struggling ten minutes into the half hour. The others were more persistent. Donald tried to stand up to try to reach Frank’s knots, but the ropes were too firm and too snug for Donald to be able to do anything. Frank, for his part, was trying to sit and reach Donald’s knots, but the ropes were too expertly tied for him to make any progress. Both of them gave up after 20 minutes, covered with sweat. Angela, for her part, struggled so much and mmmppphhh so much that she fell to her side. She was hog-tied, remember, and all that struggling did her no good. The ropes hog-tying her, like the others, were too expertly tied to for her struggling to have any effect. Yet she continued in her futile exercise. I just watched her, for she was very entertaining. She looked so cute hog-tied and her struggling made it more enjoyable to watch. She struggled until the very last minute, where she gave up, her entire body covered with sweat.

They returned after 30 minutes and untied us all. We gave the usual congratulations and promises for revenge. We had lost for the fourteenth time and Angela her fourth defeat in a row. She had not yet won a single game since her initiation, and although she enjoys our games, she hated to lose and to lose four consecutive games is more than she could bear. She would try to win, and when she does, revenge would be sweet. I could tell from her eyes - I know her too well.

It was eight o’clock when the game ended and dinner was ready. We immediately went down to eat - we were hungry after such an adventure. We then were assigned our rooms in the third floor according to the arrangement I mentioned above. When in bed, before I slept, I asked Frank what happened.

“When Harvey came down and told Donald and me that he wanted to show me something, I became suspicious.” Frank recounted.

“ ‘I think there is a trap. Maybe we shouldn’t go.’ I said.”

“ ‘Nah. There’s no trap. Andrew and David wouldn’t try anything. They’re outnumbered now that Chet and Jay are gone. They wouldn’t be that dumb. They can’t win!’ Donald replied.”

“ ‘Still, I have a gut feeling inside me that says it’s a trap!’ I responded.”

“ ‘ Look, if it were to make you happy, I’d go alone and you follow. If I don’t return after 10 minutes that means there’s a trap. But I think it’s all nonsense. Anyway, Harvey has not been involved before, so there’s nothing to worry about!’ Donald assured me.”

“Of course, he turned out to be wrong. When after 10 minutes, he has not returned, I decided to hide just in case they tried to find me and try to sneak in and free him and you. Well, soon, I heard footsteps leave the room, and I proceeded to the room where you were tied up. I peeked at the keyhole, and saw David, John, Ben and Harvey with him. That ruined my plans and I decided to go down and ask for help from Betty and the other girls. Yet I literally ran into Andrew’s arms in the second floor, and with Barney and Henry, was able to pin me to the floor. Andrew then tied my hands and marched me to the room, where you saw me. You know the rest.” Frank explained.

All of us, especially Angela, want revenge. We want vengeance. They struck twice since the start of the summer vacation, and we wanted to get them back. And without Chester and Jay, we have a numerical advantage. We then could literally just walk in, overpower them and tie them up. We were as good in knots as those two were, and thus, we can easily win. So I looked forward for tomorrow. The only thing we have to worry about is our meddling tikes, who could switch alliances and untie them during the required 30 minutes allotted to them for them to try to escape.

Did we get our revenge? Read the next part and find out!

To answer your question: My hands were tied overhead, while lying down. When Lori and I started round two (her being tied again), I tied her hands behind her back to the vertical railing of a wooden shelf. I tied her ankles while she sat cross-legged, leaving the soles of her bare feet quite accessible for tickling, which she enjoyed much more this time...

I do have a few other stories from high school and will share them soon.

TCBY was a yogurt store - This Can't Be Yogurt, then became The Country's Best Yogurt. A fun place, but you can imagine how slow January/Feb. was if we were getting away with tying each other up in the store without worrying about customers or having much cleaning to speak of.

I don't post stories here anymore, but you can find two fictional ones at Mason's web-site. I totally agree with you, the best stories are those posted by Mason, DougR, and the others you mentioned, well, perhaps not my own, but one does one's best;)

PHSweden #1 fan: please use the name, I'm only honored. Just don't do as one of Lennon's fans did, try to get an autograph...

Zorro, great to se your words dancing around the screen again...but perhaps you're a little too polite these days!
 

You write fictional stories? I haven't checked them out, but have you written any stories that deal with kids going on adventures similar to the ones you say you used to read about when you were a kid? You said that Enid Blyton's novels (too bad she's an unknown in the US!) helped inspire your adventures. Have you tried to write stories of her style?

To Lisa:

Not to try to rush you or anything, but please don't forget to continue your babysitting story! I'm one of quite a few people looking forward to it - probably one of the most vocal.

One summer day, I was planning on meeting a friend and spending the afternoon at the beach. A little before I was going to leave, Robby asked me if I would tie him up. None of our sisters were home at the time, so I was very hesitant about leaving him tied up all alone. By the way, both of our parents worked, so they weren’t home either. But he persisted and asked me to only tie his hands behind his back, so I gave in. Robby got a length of rope and brought it to me and he turned around to put his hands behind his back. I started wrapping the rope around his crossed wrists lengthwise, and then twist the rope so his wrists were crisscrossed with the rope. Halfway through, I tied a knot before wrapping the rest of the rope around his wrists. I knew at the time that he wasn’t going to work his way free with out some help. I actually knew that he would have to be un-tied. He turned around and I watched him try wiggling his wrists. My younger sister was supposed to be home in about an hour, so I knew that she would she would be around when Robby needed to be un-tied. 

I met my friend, Karen, and we drove down to the beach, maybe a 15 minute drive. While we were there, I told her about leaving my brother tied up at home. Karen laughed at first about it, but she started asking questions. I felt a little embarrassed talking about it, but she seemed very curious. I told her that he enjoyed having me and my sisters tie him, and she asked why he liked being tied up. I said that I wasn’t really sure, only that he told me that that he wants to see if he can escape. Karen asked all sorts of questions about my brother, laughing most of time, and said that she would love it if her brother would let her tie him up. I said that I didn’t mind tying him, but sometimes I feel a bit uncomfortable about it. Karen said that it’s probably just fun and games to him. I agreed, but since he was 14 or so ( I think I was 16 or 17 at the time), he should have other interests. After a few hours under the sun, we decided to leave. On the way home, Karen suggested that we stop at my house and check to see if Robby was OK, so we made a little detour to my house.

When we entered the house, Rob met us in the kitchen and his hands were no longer tied behind him. He looked a little surprised that we came home. I think because Karen was with me and we still in our bathing suits. She was a very tall, attractive, and intimidating person and looked fantastic in her bikini. I asked him if Carol, our younger sister, cut the ropes from his wrists and he said no, he escaped by himself. I asked how long it took for him to escape and he said it took almost an hour. I told him that I was glad that he was able to escape because I was worried about leaving him that way. He said he would have been OK. (I found out later that he cheated by using a knife to cut the rope himself) He then told us that Carol had to go out to the store, and she was going to tie him up again when she got home. Karen said that she’d like to see how Robby is able to escape, which at the time I wished she hadn’t of said that, because Robby then asked us to tie him. I didn’t want to, but reluctantly agreed. I knew he didn’t want to just have his hands tied behind him again, so I said we would tie him up in his bedroom. My older sister, Lisa, and me have tied him down on the floor in a spread eagle position before and tying him like that has gotten to be a favorite, and difficult, way for him to escape from. I told him to go get ready and if he would tie his feet, that we would tie his wrists.

After about 5 minutes, Karen and me went into Rob’s bedroom, where he was already laying on the floor with his feet tied to the legs of the bedroom dresser. His bed was situated directly opposite the dresser where his arms could be stretched high above his head. When Karen followed me into the room and saw him laying on the floor, she looked down at him and giggled. She wasn’t expecting what she saw, but said that it seemed impossible for anyone to escape from. I stepped over Rob and told her that he has somehow been able to get free when we’ve tied him like this, however, he hasn’t been too lucky lately. I looked down at him and asked “Ready”?? He said he was and asked me to stretch him out really tight. I remember Robby always telling me to “pull tighter” when I was tying his hands. He liked being fully spread out and with very little movement. I think that he felt it was more difficult. Karen stood over him and watched as I started tying the rope around his wrist and then pulling the rope and his arm tight above his head before tying it off to the leg of the bed. Just then, my sister Carol came in the room and saw us tying up Rob. She said that she said that she’d promised him that she would tie him, and I said that if she wanted, she could tie his other wrist. She said “No”, that since I’d already started that it’d be OK. So I got up and stepping over my brother again, got down on my knees and started tying his other wrist. 

The whole time that I was tying up my brother, Carol and Karen were watching and talking about Robby and tying him up. Karen was asking all sorts of questions. She seemed really curious and fascinated by it. Anyway, when I finished tying his other wrist to the bed leg, I got up and the three of us watched my brother struggle and try to escape. It must have been very intimidating for him to have 3 females looming over him, especially with two of us in bikinis. After about 5 minutes he seemed to give up and just stare up at us. Carol kneeled down beside him and said something like “don’t give up so soon”, and she lifted his tee shirt up over his chest. She then ran her fingers over his sides making him start laughing and squirming. Karen laughed and said “that’s mean”. I told her that we’ve tickled him before and that he hasn’t complained yet and that he even seems to like being tickled. She seemed a little surprised , but she said later that she enjoyed watching him being tickled. Carol started really running her fingers up and down his sides, ribs, and stomach. Karen and I stood above him watching and laughing along with the fun. I would say that Carol tickled him for at least 5 minutes and by that time Robby was pretty well exhausted. Carol sat back on her heels and verbally teased our brother for a couple minutes while he was catching his breath. Occasionally, she’d poke him in his navel and twist her finger around. Gad, I remember how that made him crazy……LOL. She got back up on her feet before leaving and going into her room, leaving Karen and me with Robby. I kneeled down and pulled his shirt back down covering his stomach, but not before giving him one last navel poke. 

Karen asked me how long that he is given escape, and I told her that it’s really up to Robby. If he can’t escape, he’ll ask us to untie him when he realizes that he not able to get free. Robby looked up at Karen and said that he hates doing that because he thinks he’s failed. He also said that at least he knows that me or my sisters aren’t making it easy for him too. Then I mentioned that he didn’t give up easily either, because one time, when our parents were on vacation, he wanted to stay tied up like this for almost 3 hours. I told her “he’s a determined one” and she said “I can tell” and laughed. After a few more minutes of chatting and watching him struggle at out feet, we went out on the patio to get a little more sun and have some drinks. Carol came out a couple times and told us that she checked on Rob to make sure he was OK. It soon was getting late, and Karen had to leave. She wanted to see my brother one last time, so we went back in to see him. When we walked back in the room, we stood on either side of him and I could see that he was still just as tightly spread out as when I first tied him. We talked for a few minutes and I asked him if he wanted us to untie him. He said no at first, but after Karen said good bye and we started leaving the room, he had a change of mind. So, Karen and I went back over to him and we both started untying his wrists. It had been about an hour, and that was really long enough anyway. 

Karen helped me tie up my brother two other times after that, and also a couple times when she came over, Robby was already tied up by one of my other sisters. I still keep in touch with Karen and she was devastated to learn of his death. When I called to tell her, she recalled this story as if it were yesterday. I miss those times of our fun and games. Robby trusted us and knew that we would never hurt him. 
 
 
 

Not to worry, not to worry, I'm not trying to be a tease or anything like that! My babysitting story will be finished this week!

My vacation was just fabulous, but now it's back to the grind (or being tied up, as the case may be).

Take care everyone, and hang tight!!

I got to her house at about 5 and then her mum left for her night out. She was hyper or something so i told her to calm down. She must have had some coffee or been on drugs!!!!

She calmed down and we watched that fckin Titanic. i thought it was crap but she loved it. At 8 o'clock she went through to her room and disappeared for a while. I ordered a pizza while she did whatever it was she was doing.

At about 9 she came through and sat on the floor to watch TV. She was wearing her pyjamas - Pink T-Shirt and White Short Shorts. I didnt take much notice but I wish I had now. She had a pair of handcuffs with her and was slapping them on and off her wrists. The noise was annoying after a while and i told her to stop it and get to bed.

Of course she said no and we ended up arguing. I said i'd tell her mum she was being a bitch but she didnt seem to care. I told her to go to her room and she walked away as if to leave the living room.

Before she left she took my left arm and quickly handcuffed it behind my chair. I didnt take much notice as I assumed they were the handcuffs with the safety catch and she was just pissing about. I simply said 'Oh, HA FCKIN HA, u think youre so smart'. And when i said that she took my right arm and snapped the handcuffs on that. She stormed out of the room, slammed the door and I was alone.

I felt the cuffs and to my horror I quickly realised that there was no safety catch! I frantically tried to pull them over the chair but she had cuffed them through the wooden bar behind me. It dawned on me that I was now cuffed to the damn chair and she was the only one with the keys to let me go. How could I have been so stupid????

I stood up and was throwing the chair about behind me but at the same tightened the cuffs till it was unbearable. I sat back down when I was too exhausted to try and get free. The cuffs were seriously tight and I didnt want to shout for Kayley but finally decided that I had no choice. I shouted her name angrily but there was no answer. I shouted and shouted until eventually she came through.

When she seen that I couldnt get free she laughed and said I was stupid. I told her to let me go but she just walked away to her room. I shouted and she came back - but not with the keys, something different. Something which pissed me off a lot. It was about 9:30 and her mum wasnt going to be back till 3am at the EARLIEST. 

I dont know if this story has been of any interest. If it has, let me know and i will finish it another time.

Eric, 19
 

http://hometown.aol.com/chitownsccergyrl/mystories.html

Maybe we can convince her to post more here:)

"To PH: 

You write fictional stories? I haven't checked them out, but have you
written any stories that deal with kids going on adventures similar to the
ones you say you used to read about when you were a kid? You said that
Enid Blyton's novels (too bad she's an unknown in the US!) helped inspire
your adventures. Have you tried to write stories of her style? 

No my friend, I have not, I'm afraid. That would take too much of my time. Blyton's stories were good "detective-stories" at the time and were good readings for me when I was a teenager. The French writer Bonzon was even better if anyone have read him.

PH

"It was A friday Afternoon and one of my moms book club friends asked me if I could do her a favor and watch her 12 year old Daghter Britney (looking to make money) I jumped at it. After all Im 16 what could a nine year old possibly do to me." 

I found it 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 because there's no way that she could be 9 or 12 years old at the same time!

To the unknown and schiznach,
Please post more of your stories.

To Tom Ford,
Nice to have you back. I can't wait to read the next part.

To tom,
Thank you for your information.
 

To Lisa, I am eagerly awaiting Part V of your babysitting adventure. I thorougly enjoyed the first four parts of your stories.

To tom, nice stories. Hope to hear more from you.

To Somebody, I agree with you that the authors you listed are the best. I just wish you included James of Australia, although we all have our own opinions about it. And you should list TW as among the "And I also enjoyed those made this site, for better or for worst, even without posting stories, I still enjoyed their comments."

And to PH, don't be modest. Your works deserve to be counted as among one of the greats of Canuck's site! And that is not just my or "Somebody's" or PH Sweden's # 1 fan's opinion. I know for a fact, whatever others may say, that it is indeed true.

And to other posters whom I forgot (hey, with so many posts, it's hard to remember them all), keep those stories coming!

Well, time to post two more stories. As my previous posts, they are long, so again, please bear with me. 

Last time, on our first day on our vacation in Vermont, David and Andrew launched an attack against us. They first captured Angela, and then me, then using Harvey, was able to get Donald. Frank nearly foiled their plans, but the quick thinking David saved the day for them. Thus they were able to win another victory, their fourteenth, even though they are only two and we are four.

It was Tuesday, the first full day of our vacation. Since our vacation in my great-grandfather’s farm would last a month, there would be plenty of time to do our planned activities. I myself am eager to go for a swim in the lake in the afternoon. But other activities beckon before I could put on my swimming trunks and swim the beautiful lake. 

It was morning, and I awoke at 7:30 a.m. in the morning. Andrew and David are already awake - they are always morning people, and they always wake up at the first light of day, even at summertime, even earlier - eating breakfast. The adults have already eaten breakfast, and they had gone out to visit some neighbor. They plan to return at 10:30 a.m., according to my brother. The rest of the kids are still asleep. They greeted us, and I joined them. We talked about the last game, where we discussed how things turned out. Then we moved on to other topics, namely what we planned to do.

We were eating breakfast talking about things in general when I heard a knock on the door. Andrew opened the door, and who should enter but our old friends Robert and Gerald (Jerry) Taylor. (the family name is fake) We were playmates every time we visited my great-grandfather’s farm, and it was more like a reunion when we met. We greeted each other, talked about old times, and we talked about what happened when we were not in the farm. We spent an hour or so talking and discussing things in general. Robert is 10 years old, has blond hair and gray eyes, while his brother Jerry is 9 years old, has brown hair and green eyes. 

For some reason, the subject of tie-up games was never brought up. I never even bothered to bring it up, for I had far more important things to talk about. We talked about school, about TV shows, about our last vacation. We talked about everything but our games. Andrew and David never raised it, so I didn’t either. There was no intention of hiding, why should we hide it. We saw nothing wrong in it, and to our opinion, there was no reason why others should see any wrong to it. It’s only another kind of play. The only reason is perhaps it never came to mind. As I remember, the topic never entered my mind. 

We talked until about 8:30, when we decided to do something. Andrew wanted to go outside, while David wanted to explore the house. So we decided upon a compromise, Robert and Jerry would accompany Andrew outside, while I would explore the house with David and whoever will wake up first.

Andrew, Robert and Jerry soon went out to play, while David and I went to the second floor to explore the various rooms of great-grandpa’s house. We met on the stairs Frank, who had just wakened up and still very sleepy. He is wearing shorts and a white T-shirt his hair is disheveled.

“Where are you (yawn) two going?” Frank asked.

“We’re going to explore this house!” I replied.

“For what?” Frank responded.

“Don’t you know that there is a secret treasure hidden in this house, and we’re looking for it?” David said.

“Yea. A treasure chest filled with gold, silver and diamonds. Whoever finds it will be rich, rich, rich!” I added, backing David with his treasure story.

“You still have room (yawn) for one more treasure seeker?” Frank asked.

“Yep! Just hop on board!” David replied.

“Sure. But could you guys wait while I wash (yawn) myself?” Frank requested.

“Why not?” David responded.

Frank then went to the bathroom. We waited on the top of the stairs, waiting on our third treasure seeker. I am beginning to see this as a quite an enjoyable game, even if it was impromptu, brought for by David at the spur of the moment.

Frank returned after about 15 minutes. He no longer yawns, and his hair is neatly combed. We then resumed our exploring. We decided, at David’s insistence, to go to the basement first before looking on the upper floors. So we went down the basement to look for the supposed ‘treasure’. I had no idea what David had in mind when he said that, I just went along. Perhaps he has a surprise for all of us.

The basement is already bright, for the sun’s rays can be seen entering through a tiny window at the top. The basement is like your typical basement. There are a washer and a dryer, a pile of old clothes, a mile’s length of clothesline, a round table and 4 chairs around it. There’s a foldout bed in a corner, and a large closet beside it. We then ‘explored’, tinkering with the old stuff, looking in every nook and cranny for anything that might interest us. 

“This is fun. Let’s call the others so we can really have fun! The more the merrier!” Frank exclaimed.
“Who?” David asked.

“Who else, but Donald?” Frank replied.

“Whatever you say. Just be quick about it.” David replied.

Frank then dashed to the stairs. But before he left the door, he turned to me, and seeing that David has his attention on other things, winked at me. I was puzzled at first, and then it came to me. Frank, Donald and I could easily subdue David. So that was his plan. We can easily get David by sheer force of numbers.

After a long time, the basement door opened. I thought it was Frank and Donald. It was, instead, my brother Andrew.

“I thought you were outside with Robert and Jerry!” I said.

“Well, it turns out they have some unfinished errands to do, so they left. They’ll come back later. So, with nothing better to do, I decided to join you. What’s up?” Andrew explained.

“We’re looking for the hidden treasure stowed away in this building.” I replied.

“Ah! The treasure hidden away by the pirates! Be careful, there might be hidden traps in the place and you might get caught.” My brother, quickly following the tread, said.

“Quit yapping and start searching!” David shouted.

So Andrew joined us in exploring. He quickly made up tales about pirate treasure, which David backed up. I also gobbled it up, and in turn, added to the tale. We then ended telling pirate stories instead of exploring the place.

That is until Frank with my cousin Donald came back. Frank seemed disappointed to have Andrew on board; it seems to me that he would like to take them on three on one, instead of three on two. Anyway, we told them about our pirate tales, and they went along. So we researched the basement, this time with an added twist. Andrew suddenly asked for Frank’s flashlight. There is a piece of corner in the basement where no light could penetrate, so we decided to use his flashlight to investigate. So Frank went to our room to get his flashlight.

“Remember the hidden traps, so be careful!” Andrew shouted as Frank dashed up the stairs to his room to get

We waited for Frank to return with the flashlight. In the meantime, we try to outdo each other in telling pirate tells. Anyway, we noticed that after some time, Frank hasn’t return yet.

“What’s taking him so long?” Donald said. “It’s been twenty minutes!” 

“Maybe he’s been trapped by pirates!” David joked. We all laughed.

“Seriously, nobody takes a flashlight that long. Tom, could you find out what’s keeping him?” Andrew asked.

“Why not? Sure, I’ll go and look what’s keeping him.” I replied. I had no reason to refuse, since Andrew and David are down in the basement, there is no chance of a trap.

“Just be quick about it!” Donald shouted.

“I will!” I replied.

So I dashed on to the first floor, to the second, and to the third. It is already 9:30 a.m., and most of the other kids are awake. Most of them are playing outside, so nobody noticed me. When I arrived on the third, I went to our room, because as I already told you, Frank, Barney and I share a room. So I went to my room. And what I saw both shocked me and answered the question, “what’s keeping him?” Frank is bound and gagged. His arms are tied behind the bedposts, and miles of rope further secured him to it. His mouth is covered with duct tape, and based from the mmmmpppphhhhsss I hear, his mouth is not stuffed at all. His feet are free, but are useless, since his body is snugly secured to the post. He looked at me, and mmmppphhh loudly. I was baffled. Who could have tied him up? Andrew and David, our rivals, are downstairs in the basement with Donald. Who could it be? Could it be Angela? Nah. She is on our team, and if she even tried, she could not hope to overpower Frank. So I came over so I can untie him, but I never got the chance.

Two boys immediately tackled me. I was surprised. Who could it be? Then I found out. It is our old friends Robert and Jerry.

“Guys, what the mmmppphhh!” Jerry sealed my mouth with duct tape in mid-sentence.

“Sorry Tom, we want to work in quiet.” Robert said while chuckling. 

They pinned me to the floor on my stomach, pulled my arms behind me, and several knots, cinches, loops and hitches later, my crossed wrists were firmly tied behind my back by a white cotton rope. Robert, who did my wrists, then made me stand-up. I was by this time, quiet - it would do no good to struggle - and wrapped rope around my body, starting from my chest, then worked their way downward, until they reached the waist. He then cinched it and knotted it off. Robert then tied the free ends to my wrists, a move they probably learned from my brother. 

They then laid me to the bare wooden floor again, where Jerry crossed my ankles and tied it with rope. He then took a short piece of rope, tied one end of it to my wrists, and tied the other end of it to my ankles, putting me in a hog-tie. After that, they stepped back to admire their handiwork.

“Nice work, Robert!” Jerry commented

“You’re not too bad yourself, Jerry!” Robert returned the complement.

“You think he’ll get out of that?” Jerry asked.

“If he’s as tightly tied as Frank is, then he’s stuck!” Robert replied.

“Well, time to wait for the next kill!” Jerry said.

So we waited. I, for my part, tried to figure out what the hell had happened! My mind raced off to find some rational (and irrational) explanation. I already know the who part, I want to know the hows, the whats and the other whos. I know that my friends Robert and Jerry are the one who tied me up, and the one who caught Frank, but that is the only thing I know. Andrew and David couldn’t have been possibly involved; they were with us the whole time. Donald and Angela, well, they were my teammates, and there is no reason for them to turn on us. So the only possible explanation is that our old friends played a trick on us by excusing themselves as soon as possible, then sneaking in our room and tying-up whoever enters. That must be it. There can be no other explanation. At least at that moment there is no other.

We waited. They occasionally tickled Frank and me from time to time, but generally ignored us and talked among themselves. They voices were soft, so although I could hear them, I could not understand what they are saying to each other. My mind drifted to other matters. Robert and Jerry were just added to my revenge list, along with Andrew, David, Chester and Jay. Still, everything is not clear yet, so I decided not to think of plans for revenge. Besides, 95% of all my plans fail anyway, so what’s the point? I then decided to test the ropes to see how strong they are and how good knot tiers are our new members to our group. I struggled. Well, they are as good as Andrew and David and the rest of us, in some parts even better. The knots are unreachable, the ropes are snug yet they are not too tight, and they are not uncomfortable. And when I tried to gain some slack, I gained none. I guess when you’re a farm boy, you learn lots about knots. And the gag, even though I can make louder noises than with a sock or a handkerchief stuffed in my mouth, prevents me from making intelligible conversation. So I simply was not going anywhere. I just made myself as comfortable as possible. 

My mind begun to wonder. What happened to the others? I thought. Had they completely forgotten Frank and me? I wonder what they were thinking. Why are they not looking for us? I asked myself. Maybe they did forget us. Or maybe somebody decided to tie them all up. Nah. It’s impossible. My overactive imagination got the better of me. And since I stuck, I decided to make the most of it. I remembered our conversation about pirates and treasure and exploring. I remembered Andrew’s mock warning about hidden traps and pirates. Well, it has come true. I imagined that I was indeed a nosy explorer in search for hidden treasure, and I had come close to it. And I imagined that Robert and Jerry are two vicious pirates who guarded their treasure and decided Frank and I had gotten too close for comfort. So they captured us and tied us up in order to prevent us from finding their treasure.

It was 10:15 a.m. when something finally happened. The door opened, and I can see Donald, Angela, enter, behind them are Andrew and David. All of them are free when they entered, but I suspect, they won’t be for long. Angela gasped when she saw two ‘strangers’ (She hadn’t met Robert and Jerry - it was her first visit to our great-grandparents home. She was very impressed with the place when she arrived. Frank and David already have gone here a year ago, when they were eight, and they knew Robert and Jerry very well.) standing over her bound two friends. She started to run outside when she bumped into Andrew, who grabbed her then clamped his hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Donald then realized what was happening and tried to escape, but David and Jerry was able to tackle him. David then took from his pocket two rolled socks. He gave one to Andrew, who with Robert’s help was able to insert it in Angela’s mouth. Robert then duct taped her mouth. Angela, I can tell from her eyes, was a bit frightened with somebody she didn’t know gag her, but quieted down a bit, apparently deciding to trust Andrew and the others. 

Andrew and Robert then dragged Angela to a chair, where they sat her, and pulled her arms behind the backrest. My brother then took a rope from his pocket, and wrapped it tightly around Angela’s wrists. It was quite long, so he must have wrapped it vertically, horizontally, in between probably a dozen or so times, before cinching it and placing the knots well out of reach of her questing fingers. When Angela tested the ropes, it held. I can see from the look of her face that it was the usual thorough job, snug, tight, but not uncomfortable. I can also observe from her face that she was curious on who is tying her.

“Angela, my friend Robert. Robert, my friend Angela. Hope you get along!” Andrew introduced them to each other. Angela just mmmppphhhed and nodded, while Robert just said “Hi, don’t worry, I won’t bite!” then laughed.

Meanwhile, David took the other rolled socked, and with Jerry’s help, although with much more difficulty, was able to shove it into Donald’s mouth. Jerry then tied a scarf tightly between his teeth, and then knotted it behind his head. They then dragged him to the second bedpost, where they pulled his arms around the post and tied his crossed wrists behind it using a long piece of torn cloth. David took a long rope, and wrapped it around Donald’s body and the bedpost starting from the waist up towards the chest, where he knotted it off at front. Like Frank, he kept Donald’s legs free, which was useless.

Andrew meanwhile took Jerry by the arm towards Angela.

“Angela, Robert’s brother Jerry. Jerry, my friend Angela. Hope you get along fine!” Andrew introduced Jerry to Angela. Angela just gave him a nod and mmmmppppsss and Jerry just said “Hi” then went back to help David.

“Listen, Robert and Jerry would be our new members to our group. He’ll join David and me to even out the odds. Consider this their first game, and another victory for us!!” Andrew proclaimed. It was met with nods from all of us who were gagged. We (except Angela) knew both of them quite well, and they are well liked by all of us.

Then they began the tickling. They removed my shoes and socks, and assailed every ticklish part of my body. I just went absolutely berserk. I laughed and laughed and screamed and screamed, which just came out as mmmpppphhhhhsss through the gag. I struggled, I jerked, did my best to avoid the fingers but all of it absolutely did no good. Of course, they gave us the required 2-3 minute breaks, which kept us from laughing to death. They continued it for twenty minutes. After that, they blindfolded the others, and then blindfolded me. The bandana used to blindfold me was tight, so I decided not to try to remove it.

“Now, us pirates will now leave you trespassers on our territory to await your fate.” My brother said with a pirate accent. I then heard footsteps leave, then return, then some movement, then I heard them leave, then I heard the door close. 

I decided it is futile to struggle, and the only thing left for me to do is wait out the thirty minutes and hope some of the tikes would come in and help us. I decided to think over what happened. It was obvious that Andrew and David had planned this all along. All were planned, except probably the pirate, treasure, explorer thing. That probably was just something thougth of at the spur of the moment. It was so obvious now that I know the outcome. So Andrew and David used those two to win another game. But how could the four plan, we only met this morning and I was with them? Then I remembered, Andrew went outside with Robert and Jerry then came back in to join us. So that was the time when he planned it all. And it was obvious that David wasn’t in the loop even when I was captured. 

They returned after about a half-hour. It is very difficult to track time when you’re blindfolded. I just know because I was able to look at the clock before I was blindfolded and I immediately looked at the clock after it was removed. They removed our blindfolds and saw the four of them - Andrew, David, Robert and Jerry, looking down at us. Andrew then took a tiny key inserted in a book, then took a small wooden chest - a small toy chest - from under the double bed. He opened it using the key and showed us what the supposed treasure is - Andrew’s marble collection. Andrew then made a wicked laugh.

“You thought you could get Captain Andrew’s Treasure, aye. Well you failed, and you’re going to pay for it!!” Andrew gloated then laughed. The others also joined in.

They untied us 10 minutes later. It was now 11:20 a.m. We congratulated each other for a good game, although Donald, Frank, I and especially Angela were a bit irritated for Andrew and other’s use of Robert and Jerry, but since it is fait accompli, we let the matter drop. Andrew and David’s coup in recruiting Robert and Jerry before any of us were informed was brilliant, even we conceded. It wiped out our numerical advantage, and therefore, it would be harder for us to win in the future.

We swore revenge. It is our fifteenth total loss, our 5th defeat in a row. Angela herself was fed up with another loss. I can she that she is determined to win the next time, numerical advantage or not. Frank, Donald and I were just as determined, but more cautious. 

Even with its cracks, the last game was very enjoyable indeed. The pirate thing added an extra element to our games. From this moment on, playacting would slowly be part of our games, making it more fun. And there was Robert and Jerry to replace Chester and Jay while we were here. And as usual, my brother showed us his tactical skills in our games, assisted of course by luck, to our detriment. 

We ate lunch with our parents after the game. After lunch, Robert and Jerry invited us boys to go to explore the mountains. We of course have gone there, but it was a year since we last went there. So it was a treat to go there. We had another tie-up game in the mountain, but not the kind we have recently played.

What kind of game did we play? Read the next part and find out!

We played on the first Tuesday morning of our first week in Vermont a game by which Andrew and David introduced our friends Robert and Jerry to our group without us knowing about it in order to win a game. And they managed to pull it off without a hitch, thus ensuring another win for them. 

It was about 2 o’clock when we were ready to go to the mountain. As I said, it was only within walking distance from the house. Before we went, we prepared our supplies. Our supplies, consist of coils of rope, some water guns, duct tape, a compass, binoculars, telescope, lengths of string, torn strips of cloth, a pocket knife and scissors, handkerchiefs, bandanas, spare socks and other miscellaneous supplies. I packed three five-foot-piece of white cotton rope, three handkerchiefs, a bandana, scissors and a rolled sock into my wide pockets. I packed the rest into my backpack. The others did the same. All of us except Andrew and Frank were wearing T-shirts, shorts and socks and shoes. My brother wore gray slacks (for some reason, he does not want to wear shorts, except when swimming) and dark blue sweatshirt. He also wore shoes and socks. Frank wore jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. It’s summer, warm enough for swimming and other activities but not too hot. In fact, it’s cool enough, especially in the shady woods in the mountain, to wear the clothes I mentioned above. That’s the beauty of spending summer at great-grandfather’s place. The weather is perfect.

We had a meeting at the house before we left to determine what we would do. All seven of us boys will go to the mountain, while we decided not to invite Angela or any girl for that matter or any of our younger brothers. They will just get in the way. Andrew then took a quarter from his pocket.

“First, we will divide ourselves into two groups. One will have three members, the other will have four.” Andrew explained.

“What’s on your mind?” Robert asked.

“You’ll see!” my brother replied.

“Now, let’s flip the coin so we can determine who are teammates are.”

The results of the coin flip are as follows.

Andrew - tails
Donald - heads
Jerry - heads
Tom - tails
Robert - tails
David - heads
Frank - heads

Therefore, Andrew, Robert and I are part of one team, and Donald, David, Jerry and Frank are part of the opposing team. But we still do not know what the game is. We soon find out.

“Now, what we are going to play is treasure hunt. You remember the chest with my marbles in it? That is the treasure. We are going to hide the chest somewhere in the mountains, and you’re job is to find it.” Andrew explained, pointing to Frank, Donald, Jerry and David. He then took a piece of paper from his pocket. 

“Now, I have here a map of this house. There are two x marks I have marked in red. The first one is a duplicate key to the chest; the second one is the treasure map, which will tell you where I have hidden the treasure. Now, we will be guarding the mountain, so watch out. You can capture us or we can capture you either by overpowering the ones you intend to capture, by hitting with water from the water gun, or when the one you want to capture will surrender. You win when you find the treasure, opened it up and capture at least one of us, while we win when we capture all of you. Now, we will go first to the mountain to prepare, so you’ve got to wait 30 minutes before you come in and follow us, even if you already found the key and the map. Is that clear?” Andrew explained then asked.

All of us nodded.

“Now, when you capture a prisoner, you can torture him any way you like. Remember, there are no rules in torture so you can pretty much do what you want. Just no physical injuries, and no punching, okay?” Andrew continued.

We again nodded. 

“Anybody want to back out?” my brother asked.

Nobody did.

So we began our game. We each took backpacks filled with supplies I already mentioned, and started the trek to our playground. It took as about twenty minutes to reach the base of the mountain, and we began our ascent. We at first followed the paved road, but we then followed a footpath that is just wide enough for one man to pass through. We then climbed a cliff, with the help of the ropes and the fact that it is not that steep. We then passed through a long winding path, which on both sides is lined by bushes, thorns, and other plants you would not want to touch you’re skin. At other times, the path becomes so steep it would seem it is a cliff, not a path. And in other cases, the soil in the cliff we climbed is so loose that you would not avoid slipping but protruding roots of trees helped us. And if you’re not really careful, you could fall down the cliff at times. Yet it did not bother us a bit. We already trekked this path scores of times last summer, and the tall trees provided us with shade that protected us from the sun, and the cool breeze from the lake further makes it a pleasant experience. We were careful kids, who know exactly where to step in and where not to go to, what stunt to do and what not to do. We already had explored every inch of the mountain during the last summer, so everything is just familiar to us. And it was fun, especially today. And our games added an extra element to our exploring.

We finally reached our destination after thirty minutes of mountain climbing. My hands were dirty with soil, and my legs also dirty. Andrew’s slacks were covered with dust; I guess that’s one advantage of wearing it instead of shorts. We were on a plain at the edge of the mountain. From the edge of the plain, one can see the lake, the house, and the farm. It has also almost level ground all around, although not totally level. One could say that there are many inclined places, but generally flat, with many foxholes, tall bushes, trees, and mounds. There are also five sheds on the plain. Each of the sheds has a chair, a table and a water tap, making it possible to refill the water guns and the sheds are also a great, though obvious, place to keep prisoners. We called the entire place ‘The Plateau’. The plain is generally a small plateau on the side of the mountain. And it is an ideal playground. It is flat enough for us to carelessly run around, it has water, it is large, it has enough hiding places, it is walking distance from the house, it has sheds, and it has several trails leading to it. The one we took is just one of the trails, and we don’t know which ones the treasure hunters will take. Andrew then took the ‘treasure’ chest full of marbles and hid it on a hole beside a rotten tree trunk in the middle of the plateau. He then covered it with leaves.

It was now three p.m. By our reckoning, the treasure hunters should already be at the foot of the mountain and climbing toward the plateau. As I said, there are several pathways to it, and since we are only three, we cannot guard all of it. So we decided to guard the path they are more likely to take. I watched the pathway at one end of plateau, while Andrew watched the next nearest pathway. We were within sight of each other. Robert is in the opposite side of the plateau, guarding another pathway there. The plan is, when one of us spots them, we would warn each other and then jointly attacked them. So there I was, hiding behind the bushes, awaiting their arrival. I waited long. Finally, at around three-thirty p.m., I saw them coming up the path I was watching. I was nervous. I clutched my water gun, and readied to quietly alert my brother. But when I was about to crawl out to go to Andrew, I stepped on a twig and broke it, and the resulting crack alerted the four. Realizing they discovered my presence, I jumped out of the bushes, and aimlessly fired my gun. They were too far to hit however, and I wasted valuable time I might have used instead to escape and warn the others. Soon, I emptied my water gun, and they charged. I began to run and shouted warnings. Before I had taken a few steps, however, I was hit in the back by water, and according to the rules, I had to surrender. 

“Looks like we caught ourselves a pirate!” David remarked with a sinister grin.

“Yea! Good thing he had the sense to fire while we were still out of range!!” Frank added, then all of them laughed.

“Hey Thomas, what’s wrong…Uh oh!” my brother apparently heard my shouts and came to investigate. He then saw Frank, David, Jerry and Donald guarding me.

“Uh oh’s right. Now prepare to be captured!” Jerry shouted to Andrew. He and Frank then boldly charged at my brother, who fired, but he fired too quickly, for they are still out of range, and when they are in range, he missed. He soon was out of ammo. He then turned around and ran. Jerry and Frank, who had held their fire while slowly advancing, ran after him. 

“You can run, but you can’t hide!” I heard Jerry say as they pursued my brother. Both he and Frank soon disappeared into the forest. David then pulled my arms behind my back, and Donald took a rope, and starting wrapping it around my crossed wrists. 

“Now what?” I asked the obvious.

“You know. Where’s the treasure chest?” David asked.

“Use the treasure map! Why I should make it easier for you?!” I defiantly said.

“Defiant, aren’t we?” David remarked with an evil grin. “We’ll see how strong you are when we begin the torture!” Both of them then laughed. In the meantime, Donald cinched the rope on my wrists, then knotted it off making sure the knots were beyond were beyond my flexing fingers. I tested the ropes, and they were snug. 

“You wouldn’t get anything out fmmmmpphhhhh!” Donald took a rolled sock from his pocket, gave it to David, who inserted it in my mouth while I was talking. Now that was dumb. How could you extract any information from your captive if he was gagged and thus unable to talk? Anyway, David took a long piece of torn cloth, folded it, and tied it over my mouth, cleave-gagging me. He then took scarf from his backpack and tied it over my mouth and the cleave gag.

“Now, where’s the nearest shed from here? We need an appropriate place to do the torture!” David asked Donald.

“I think it’s over there.” Donald said while pointing his finger to his right.

“Then let’s go!” David replied.

“Do you think Jerry and Frank knows the place?” Donald asked.

“They’ll figure it out!” David responded.

With that, they walked me until we reached one of the sheds. Donald opened the door, and they led me in. They made me sit on the floor leaning to a post in the middle of the shed, untied my hands, and then retied it behind the post. Donald then took a long rope and wound it around my body, around my chest and working his way down to my waist, where he knotted it at front, pinning me to the post. David took shorter pieces of rope and used it to tie my knees and ankles. He then removed my shoes and socks. 

“Now, where is the treasure chest?!” David demanded.

I just mmmmpphhhh. Hey, even if I want to talk, I was gagged, remember?

“How rude of us. Would you remove the gag, Donald?” David asked his fellow treasure hunter. Donald then removed my gag.

“Now, where is it?” David interrogated.

“I thought you knew. You’re the one who has the map, not me!” I defiantly replied.

Donald took a piece of paper from his pocket. He then showed it to me.

“This is where we are now, and this is where the supposed treasure is!” my cousin complained. I can see why. My brother’s map, where the x mark for treasure is, is too broad. The X mark covers nearly half the plateau. In fact, the map only leads to the plateau. So they have to find the chest on a broad area as our playground. And there are many hiding places, as I already told you, on the plateau. So finding it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

“So?” I said.

“Where is the treasure?” my cousin repeated.

“Find it yourself!” I answered.

“Do you know where it is?” my cousin asked.

“NO! I do not know where the treasure is!” I lied.

“Liar!!” David shouted.

“You won’t get it from me!!” I angrily replied.

“We’ll see. We’ll see!” David replied with a sinister voice.

“Are you talking, or are you not!” my cousin interrogated.

“I’m not talking!!” I defiantly answered back.

“Are you going to tell us where it is or do we have to force it out of you?” Donald said.

“I’m so scared!” I sarcastically shot back.

“Talk, or else!” David threatened.

“Or else what!” I answered.

“Or else this!” David shouted. He then tickled my feet. I laughed and laughed. Remember, I was extremely ticklish at all places. I laughed my head off. I laughed and laughed. I could not control it. I just jerked, struggled, tried in vain to avoid the fingers doing the tickling. Suddenly, when things could not possibly get worst, it did. Donald joined in the tickling. Soon, there was simultaneous tickling on my feet, my stomach, my ribs, sides and armpits. I was too much. I was near breaking point.

“Are you going to talk?” David again asked.

“Ha, ha, ha, fat chance, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, okay, okay, I’m ha, ha, ha, ha going, ha, ha, talk, just, ha, ha, stop, ha, ha, ha, stop, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha the tickling!!!” I frantically replied.

They stopped.

“Now, are you going to talk?” my cousin Donald asked.

“Yes!”

“Then talk!” David demanded.

“Okay! (gasp) Here goes. (gasp) Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth upon this continent ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hey I was talking, ha, ha, ha, wasn’t I?, ha!” They resumed their tickling when they heard me talk.

“Be serious! You know what were asking for! No speeches this time.” David said. Then they stooped their tickling.

“Okay guys, (gasp) no more speeches.(gasp) I’ll just talk. My name is Thomas Ford, I’m a pirate who guards the treasure, I am 9 years old. My serial number is 01364681439 (number made up), I have 4 brothers and 1 sister, have 4 cousins and ha, ha, ha, ha!” They resumed their tickling after hearing my answer (or non-answer). 

“Do that once more and you’ll die of tickling!!” David threatened. He could actually do that, for you can do any kind of torture you want, just no tickling.

Fortunately, before they could resume their interrogation, Jerry arrived - alone.

“Where’s Frank?” David asked.

“Captured!” Jerry replied.

“What! How could that be?” Donald asked.

“Well, if you remembered, Frank and I chased Andrew into the woods. Well, Frank ran well ahead of me and nearly caught up with Andrew. However, we wasted our ammo, firing the water gun as we run, and hitting no one. He soon stopped, got another gun from his pocket, and fired. It hit Frank in the face, and was his prisoner as a result. I however, was far behind, and since my gun was empty, and has no spare, I just turned around and run. And Andrew, burdened with a prisoner, didn’t bother to give chase. I figured you went to this shed, so here I am.” Jerry narrated. He then refilled his gun at the tap, got his extra guns and refilled it to, and tucked it into his pockets. He put all his rope and handkerchiefs in his backpack.

“Damn it!” David cursed, shaking his fist in the air. “I knew this would happen.”

“That Frank! He’s too careless!” Donald exclaimed. “Now what?!”

“How about worming out from Tom where the treasure is?” Jerry suggested. “When we get the treasure, we win no matter how many of us are captured!”

I’m smiling when I heard the turn of events. I might have laughed and gloated but kept my mouth shut instead. I don’t want to be gagged again.

“Are you going to tell us where the treasure is or do we have to…” David threatened.

“Okay! I’ll tell you!” I answered before David finished his threat. “It is in the north edge of the plateau, under some rotten trees. You can easily find it there, it’s in plain sight!” I lied. Remember, the treasure was hidden in the middle of the plateau, not in any edge. Donald showed me the map.

“It is here?” my cousin asked, pointing to a place in the north side. I said no, and he changed the place, finally, I said yes after several tries. I didn’t matter. They’ll going on a wild goose chase. 

“Okay, we’ll go out and find it. But if it isn’t anywhere near where you told us it is, you better watch out!” David said. “Donald, you guard to make sure he doesn’t make any funny moves. Just keep you water gun full in case Andrew and Robert attacked.”

“Aye, aye, captain!” Donald cheerfully replied. He then took the sock I was gagged with before, and forced it in my mouth. He then cleaved-gagged me with a bandana, then covered it with a scarf, all tightly knotted, kinda like before. I just mmmmppphhhhh, groaned and squirmed.

David and Jerry left, leaving me alone with Donald. I was hoping for relief from tickling from Donald, but I was disappointed. He started tickling me in the feet and stomach, and I just absolutely went berserk. He tickled and tickled. Finally, after 2 minutes, he stopped and went outside. Then I noticed he forgot to take his 2 water guns with him. They were foolishly left at the table. I waited for a few minutes, then it happened. 

“Got you, you nosy treasure hunter!” I heard Robert’s voice shout.

A few moments later, Donald entered the house with his hands behind his back and with a thick cloth tied tightly over his mouth for a gag. His shirt is wet at the front, indicating where he had been hit.

“Hi, Tom!” Andrew greeted. “Now why did you let yourself be captured?”

I just mmmpphhh. Andrew then removed my gag while Robert guarded Donald.

“What kept you so long?” I exclaimed after being ungagged.

“Well, I have to find Robert, then we had to hide Frank in one of the sheds, then we had to find where they kept you, then we had to wait until some of those treasure hunters leave!” my brother replied with candor. 

“Do you know where they went?” Robert asked.

“Yep! But where is the shed where you hid Frank!” I anxiously asked.

“In the south edge of the plateau!” Robert replied. “Why?”

“Whew! I told them the treasure was in the northern edge, and if you kept Frank in one of the sheds of that part of the plateau, they undoubtedly would discover and free him and we would have to catch all of them once more!” I said with relief.

“What happened?” Robert asked. I narrated to them the interrogation they did, and how I fooled them. Both of them congratulated me, then untied me. We then tied Donald to the post the way they tied me. I then put on my socks and shoes.

We then decided to catch them. We filled our water guns using the tap, and we formulated a plan of action. We would rush to the north side to try to head them off before they arrived. Then, when they arrived, Andrew and Robert would fight them head on, while I would hide in the bushes, sneak up behind them, then strike before they had any time to react. Then Robert and Andrew would join me and secure the two prisoners. Or, if they arrived there first, Andrew and Robert would attack head on, while I would sneak in and attack either their rear or on their right flank. Basically, the plan is the same as if we arrived first. 

We packed all our needed supplies for the upcoming battle. We packed rope, handkerchiefs and extra water guns. (We had all the water guns of Frank and Donald, plus they forgot to take my guns as well, so we had more guns and ammo than they have. And we outnumber them 3 to 2, now that Donald and Frank is out of the picture.) So we began our movements. We ran toward our destination, determined to arrive before them. And we did. We took up our positions and waited for them to arrive.

The plan was pulled off without a hitch - except for some episodes near the end. I hid behind some bushes when they arrived a few minutes later. Andrew and Robert quickly confronted them. David and Jerry were clearly surprised, and a battle resulted. Each side hid behind some bushes and trees and fired at each other, they were close enough, but the fight there ended in stalemate. Our superiority in guns and ammo were nullified when I realized that the treasure hunters had brought extra guns all filled with ammo. Each side was paralyzed to their position, for each of them is a good shot at water guns, and any venture outside the protection of the trees and bushes would immediately get them hit. They shouted each other and urged the other side to surrender, but each side was stubborn.

At least Andrew and Robert had reason to be stubborn. They knew something that David and Jerry did not know - myself. To David and Jerry, I was still at the other shed bound and gagged to the post guarded by Donald. They hadn’t the faintest idea that I was free and Donald caught. So I began my flanking movement. To ensure that I wouldn’t be heard, I wrapped my shoes with torn cloth, then silently approached them first from the right then from the rear. Finally, when I was satisfied I was close enough; I dashed from my bushes and fired at the confused David and Jerry. This time, my aim was better. I was able to hit David in the chest. Jerry, however, recovered from the initial shock of my sudden appearance from their rear and was able to dodge the water. He then fired as I was six feet away from him, and hit me in the forehead. I immediately dropped my gun and raised my hands, for when I was hit, that was it. I was a prisoner.

But my sacrifice had not been in vain. My charge had distracted their attention from Andrew and Robert, and within a few moments after my capitulation, Andrew sneaked forward and shot Jerry at the back of the head. The frustrated and wet Jerry turned away from me and saw Andrew and Robert pointing their guns at him from a very, very close range - a poor shot could have hit Jerry point-blank. Jerry then threw away his gun and raised his hands in surrender.

With that, we practically won the game, though technically, we still had not won because of the possibility of escape of Donald or Frank. But without a doubt, we had won. Andrew then took a three-foot piece of white cotton rope, and wrapped David’s wrists with it. It was quite a sight, for not since our first cops and robbers game did Andrew tie up his best friend. Andrew soon cinched it and knotted it off. Robert and I took care of Jerry. I took a short piece of rope while Robert pulled his little brother’s arms behind him and crossed his wrists. I then tied it vertically then horizontally a couple of times before cinching it and knotting it off, placing of course, beyond the reach of his fingers.

“How’d you get free?” Jerry asked me.

“Donald didn’t guard me well enough!!” I answered.

“What happened to Donald?” David asked.

“Oh, let’s just say your treasure hunter friend is all tied up.” Andrew replied.

“Damn!” David cursed. “I was hoping he’d still be free, so you wouldn’t all be gloating!” 

“Shut up, you two!” Robert shouted.

“You haven’t won yet! Frank and Donald might have escaped, and if they do ymmmppphhhh!” I was irritated by all their yapping and their refusal to admit defeat, so I took a white handkerchief and inserted it to Jerry’s mouth while he was talking. I then cleaved gagged him with a bandana and tied a scarf around his mouth and head. Andrew did the same thing to David, except he used duct tape to hold the sock he shoved in David’s mouth.

Having secured the prisoners, we proceeded to the shed where they kept Frank. When we saw Frank, he was tied securely to the chair, hands behind the backrests, gagged with duct tape and mouth stuffed. He is still wearing his shoes, though each of his ankles are tied to a chair leg. Miles of rope further pin his body to the backrest of the chair. Frank looked and saw his bound fellow treasure hunters, and both he and David and Jerry lost some hope. We then untied him from the chair but kept his wrists tied and mouth gagged, and marched them to the shed where Donald was trussed up. We walked with each of us carrying a prisoner - Andrew holding David, Robert holding Jerry and I holding Frank. We arrived, and saw that Donald was pretty much the same as we left him - he was still pinned to the post. 

We then proceeded to secure the other three. We hog-tied Frank, we tied David to the chair, and we tied Jerry to the post opposite Donald, but standing up. all of them were mmmppphhhhing, groaning. We just laughed at them and even tickled them. We tickled them non-stop for about 2 minutes. Finally, when we finished, they continued to mmmppphhh and squirm.

“What is it, the treasure?” Andrew remarked. Then they began nodding and mmmppphhhh which sounded like yes.

“So you want the treasure, do you, then wait for us, for we will get. Guard them, Robert.” my brother replied.

Robert agreed. After all, he can tickle our prisoners all he like while we were gone. So we left and went to get the treasure, we had virtually been forgotten. We deliberately took our time, and it took us nearly one hour until we got back with the treasure chest filled with marbles. When we got back, all of them are red, having been subjected to Robert’s tickle torture, in fact, Frank and David have tears in their eyes, while Donald and Jerry barely held them back. Andrew then bent over and took from Donald’s pocket the treasure map.

“Who has the key?” my brother asked. “if you have it just nod.” Nobody nodded.

“Okay, perhaps a little torture would convince you to tell me who has the key!” Robert threatened.

That seemed to do the trick, for Jerry nodded his head vigorously. I guess they don’t want to be tickled. I then took the key from his pocket, which I gave to my brother. Andrew then opened the chest, and showed the ‘treasure’ to our frustrated treasure hunters. 

“This is the treasure you have been looking for, and you have failed!” Andrew gloated. We all laughed, then left them. We returned after 15 minutes, and untied them. Like all games, we congratulated each other for playing a good game. They said they would get us back, but chances are, they won’t. Team members change at the flip of a coin, and in one game you might be his teammate, but the next game, you might be enemies. So unless the coin toss is exactly the same, and there is more probability of being hit by lightning, there would be no chance for revenge. 

That was the best game we played yet. And it won’t be the last game that we play that is as much fun as this. There are many more that summer that is as much fun or even more fun than this. We started to go home at 5:00 p.m., but we took our time that it took us two hours until we finally reached home. We laughed and told jokes along the way about our game and previous games, and poor Frank became the butt of our jokes. But Frank was able to take all of it good-naturedly, and was able to tease the others. And Andrew sat high on a pedestal on a record of unbroken success in our games. His last defeat occurred in Spring, when Angela was not even part of our regular games. Oh, how I and the others would love to bring him down from his pedestal and show him that he was just a mere mortal? Andrew himself was not that boastful and did not gloat much so that was not an overwhelming sentiment among us. We all like him for his fairness, honesty and respected him for the skill he showed at our tie-up games, he is cool among us, but we also envied him. Then there was the Taylor brothers, Robert and Jerry. They are too new to our games to show much at all, and they were apparently excited and showed enthusiasm for our games. Donald, for his part, complained of his ‘small’ role in the previous game, but took it good-naturedly. David for the second time ever was thrashed by his best friend, but joked about it. Besides, David was Andrew’s ally 90% of the time, so it did not bother him much. And I was satisfied to win at last, even if this was not a regular game, and I gloated about how I did in the last game. Still, I wanted very much a win in our regular games, and to defeat my older brother.

Did I win the next game? Read the next part and find out!

It's the summer, and between jury duty and an accident involving my Grandma, I tried to enjoy the summer as best any college student can. Or, at least any college student without much of a social circle or a girlfriend can. Basically either brooding or doing things with my few friends. 
 

My friend Mike is a very old friend; met him in junior high and we've been pals ever since. He'd breifly moved to New Jersey, but returned earlier this year, so I was glad to see him. However, I was NOT glad to see his siblings. His mother breeds like a rabbit, he has two younger sisters and a younger brother. They are very bratty, always fighting or complaining or running around, his mother doesn't do a great job of raising them (aside for some hollaring every now and then). They kind of think of me as this annoying older guy, and the feeling is almost mutual; I find them annoying, too. Tiffany is the oldest, at 10, her sister Christine is 8, his brother about 4. Tiffany has the biggest mouth, Chris the most energy, Mikey, the brother, enjoys drooling and running head-first into things, only to giggle at his injury. Seriously. 
 
 

Anyway, I was over at his apartment (which is more of a dive than mine), with some anime (Japanese animation, my second love next to comics, I am a geek of many colors) for us to watch. Mike is reliable; whenever I am bored, I can drop by his place and he'll be willing to do something...so long as he's not babysitting. Since he had no phone at the time (he has a cell now), the only way to see was to actually go to his house, ring the bell and go upstairs. Annoying, but you'll be amazed what one gets used to. He greets me with his usual, "S'up, man?" and is all to eager to kick back and watch some anime. 
 
 

The only problem is Tiffany. He was stuck watching her, I realized in two seconds when I entered, and the kiddo looked up at me and laughed at the black trenchcoat I always wear. 
 
 

The odd thing was that only one of the tikes, and not all three, wasn't as bad as usual. It was almost a good thing. Almost. The brown haired girl, clad in her usual t-shirt and jeans, with socks (you feet people love to ask), was eagerly asking us what we were doing, smiling at her ability to annoy. Our usual strategy is to ignore and hope they get bored and move on to other childlike endevors, a plan that actually works more than half the time. But not this time, not with her. We assembled our seats, popped the tape in and she kept on with her blabbing (singing songs she made up as she went along), running around, doing her best to get on our nerves, and loving every second of it. Mike has little tolerance with his siblings. He won't hit them, mostly because his mother will yell him stupid, but he does shout at them something aweful. "SHUT UP, TIFF!" he must have screamed at her 20 times. Orders for her to "go play" or "Go away" or "be quiet" were obeyed for all of ten seconds and then forgotten by the plucky ten-year-old.
 
 

We stopped the movie, Mike went over to her and started yelling at her. And that is when she used her other move; starting to cry. In some ways, the rules of the playground were in effect; once a kid starts crying, you do your best to appease them, so they don't tell an adult and get you in trouble. Either that, or Mike always feels genuine guilt for yelling at siblings he claims to dislike half the time. I vote for the former.
 
 

Tiffany was sobbing, not tearing, but something I had seen once or twice, and Mike knew his mom would be back with the others in less than 2 hours. "Shh, shhh, Tiff, look, just be quiet, okay? I didn't mean to yell at you."
 
 

Ever the psychology student, I sat back and watched with curiosity, eager to get back to anime. 
 
 

"There's nothin' to do!" she finally complained, getting to the heart of the matter.
 
 

"You have dolls and toys all over the place!" Mike countered, and he was right, too. Scattered all over were toys and Barbie dolls. Tiffany simply shook her head.
 
 

"Bored, bored, bored," she started reciting. 
 
 

I don't know why it came up, but it simply did. I let in, "Want to play a game?" 
 
 

"What kinda game?" she looked at he quizzically. 
 
 

Mike was looking at me as if I'd just grown wings from my ass. That was NOT how he was planning to resolve this endless fight with his sister. 
 
 

"Called 'Hostage'," was my reply, which I was making up. "If one of us catches you, you have to be our hostage."
 
 

I didn't spend a million years thinking up the rules. And she didn't spent half that time agreeing, thinking that it was a version of TAG. "Okay!" she exclaimed, and she started to run. 
 
 

I would have gotten up, but Mike's mood changed, and he started chasing after her, a smile on his face, figuring it would be quick (and he didn't TOTALLY hate her). "C'mere, you..." 
 
 

She was giggling, but their apartment is small and cramped, and Mike was twice her age, and it didn't take him long to catch her. He had one arm on her shoulder, using the other hand to tickler her stomach, to keep her from running away again. He moved her to a chair and told her to sit. She started to squirm, so he went back to holding and tickling. But he knew that if he let go, she'd run off and want to play some more. He glanxed at me with a "now what, genius?" kind of look. 
 
 

I stood up and looked around. I figured she agreed to the game, that as long as we weren't cruel, she wouldn't object too much to being tied up, but I didn't want to use anything that would leave any marks. I looked in the medicine cabinet and found a roll of white adhesive tape. Looking under the kicthen sink, I found an old roll of duct tape. Which I figured was satisfactory.
 
 

By this time, Tiff was out of breath and just sitting there, curiously, Mike with one hand on her shoulder. When she saw the tape, she sort of squirmed. Mike put two and two together, and despite not knowing of my secret fetish, figured it was no big deal; he knew I wasn't wrapping a gift and besides, he figured I didn't want to hang her from the ceiling or anything. Mike grinned.
 
 

"What's that for?" she asked, a dumb question. 
 
 

"You're our hostage, we have to keep you in place." I said. "Like on TV." 
 
 

"OOOOOOHHHHH." She nodded knowingly. "Riiiiight. Okay." She shrugged. 
 
 

I'd been a kid before, kids are used to making up rules as they go along, and if I explained it like that, we wouldn't get hasseled. Besides, I think she was having fun.
 
 

I asked her to hold out her hands, and she did, putting her wrists together and balling her hands into fists. I wrapped the adhesive tape around them for many turns (I didn't count, sorry), but it was nice and tight. She tried to pull her hands apart and saw that she couldn't. Since in the chair we put her on was our size, and thus her feet didn't touch the ground, I figured I didn't have to tie them and instead grabbed the duct tape and asked her to lean back. She figured what I was going to do and asked Mike to hold her hair up, and I wrapped the duct tape around her body and the chair, pinning her there. I placed her bound hands on her lap and took a few turns of duct tape around her wrists, thighs, and underneath the chair, pinning her wrists to her thighs. After that, we had used half the roll. She looked at us and began to wobble the chair, not so much as to knock herself over, but to see how firm it was. She wasn't going anywhere. She had a big smile on her face.
 
 

Mike noticed I hadn't put the tape down, and simply smiled. I tore another strip of duct tape, about 7 inches long, and seperated it from the rest. "Close your mouth." 
 
 

"Why?" 
 
 

"This goes over your mouth, so you can't talk." 
 
 

"You sure?" 
 
 

"Yeah. You're not supposed to yell or anything for this game." I held it closer.
 
 

She had her lips together for a second, and I took my chance. I pressed the tape over her lips and smoothed it out over her face, it almost going on her ears. I don't like packing and I didn't want to spook her or Mike, either. Besides, the tape was old and stickier than usual anyway. 
 
 

"Okay?"
 
 

"Mmmmmpppph." She nodded her head.
 
 

"Okay."
 
 

And with that, we watched our anime in peace. In-between she let out a few muffles, struggled a little, and I sometimes let out a melo-dramatic evil laugh to amuse her (and because I like doing it, I do it so well). After an hour, we let her go, cut her free with scissors. I got the feeling that she could have gotten the tape off her mouth but probably figured it was "against the rules" and it's always effective on TV. 
 
 

And that's it for now. Hope you liked this impromptu little tale. Like a zit, I shall return. Ciao.

Ciao again.

PS : 15 silver points to whom ever can tell me where that line is from.

And as for more experiences....no. Mike has since moved out, and that was an impromptu thing.
 

Like Elvis songs, I shall return. Ciao.

since about the age of 10 i had these three friends who lived on the same road as me. there was dan 11, sam 12 and sams brother matthew 14 and me 12. we were always together playing football ,going to the park, sitting inside watching tv etc. it was a normal day after school and we went up to the local park to play football as normal. after our game we went to go home and we stopped off at the park just to go on the swings and hang out there for a while when we got there the slide had metal railings round it where it was being fixed or replaced or something and there was blue rope which was quite thin attaching the railings together and the was some on the floor matthew picked up the rope and said "i know why dont we tie someone up, any one volenteer?" everyone said no obviously and he said "come on we'll make bets or something who can get out first and stuff". his brother sam said "yeah that sounds ok but lets go back to our house to do it coz we outside and someone might see. so everyone got the rope and went home.

when we got home we went up to their room, matthew pulled out the rope and said "right people im not getting tied up till all of u have been tied up because i know how to tie and u can watch me do it on other people ok? , also the rules are no trying to escape until the person has finished tieing u, no hurting the tied up person and also this is for ur own comfort strip down to ur boxers so u dont get too hot while tied up. (i had a feeling he had done this game before because he knew a lot about it)

no one really wanted to go first i didnt coz i didnt know wot was going to happen once i was tied. matthew got three peices of paper wrote our 3 names on them and chucked them on the floor mixed them up and picked one and unfolded one he said "right the person who will get tied up first is...... dan" dan sighed and stood up matthew said right then this will be a laugh then strip off then, then dan took off his t-shirt,trousers,shoes and socks, dan was quite small for his age with dark brown hair. matthew said ok then all watch me tie him up first he took the first rope wrapped it round his right hand and tied it then he rapped it round the other hand tied it again and then just kept wrapping around his hands until there was quite a lot of rope there, then he took the second rope and did the same with his ankles, then he tied rope round his knees and then he took another rope and attached his feet to his hands or hogtie. he got up and said that is a hogtie sam and mark, right dan im going to gag u. he took one of their juggling balls from the shelf and said to mark put it in your mouth and bite a little, then he tied marks t-shirt round the ball and his head. dan just "mmmpphhhed" 

matthew said u cant try to escape until these two get tied up ok? pointing to me and sam he took another piece of paper and unrolled it. he shouted "sam" ( i was relieved to be last) sam stood up and stripped to his boxers he said where shall i go and matthew said stand up with ur arms above ur head in front of the cupboard. matthew stood on the chair and tied sams hands the same way as dans above him head and behind the piece of wood of the cupboard so he couldnt get his hands down. then he tied his feet together and to the cupboard he then wrapped rope all around sams body and to the cupboard and then he gagged him with the ball and his t-shirt. 
sam was blonde the same as matthew and they both had the same green eyes. one thing that always struck me about sam is that he had quite small feet for his age, but so did i and still kind of do. 

then matthew turned around and said right mark its ur turn now. he said lie on the bed face up, i was happy to have the comfy bed to lie on and not the floor. i stripped off to my boxers and led on the bed. matthew took my hand and tied it quite tightly to one corner of the bed and he did that with my other hand and both my feet so i was like a x. he said this is spread out or something like that. he then took the last juggling ball put it in my mouth and told me to bite down on it. then he tied my t-shirt round my mouth and head. 

he stood up and said "right ive got something to tell u lot i forgot to tell u something about the game if anyone isnt free within 20 minutes they get tickled for 4 minutes and a time and then left for 2 mins to get their breath. hope that ok but there is nothing u can do so just try and get free now. when i heard this i wanted to scream i knew i was really tickling and me feet were the worst and they were sticking out ready to be tickled. i tried pulling at the ropes but they wouldnt move i tried untying the knots but that didnt work either. i looked and sam and dan who were trying the same thing and not getting anywhere. i looked at the clock already 10 mins had past it was 2:15 now we started to try and free ourselfs and 2:05 and we had until 2:25 i tried shouting but couldnt it was impossible matthew was watching tv and kept look around and grinning and pointing to the clock on the wall. i tried struggling again i looked at the clock 1 min to go i knew it was no use and just relaxed and waited to be tortured. matthew got up and said right its time dans turn first. he went over to dan and knelt beside him and said this is going to be fun. where u tickling then he poked his finger into dans ribs dan buckeled and squirmed matthe positioned himself sat on dans arse and started poking and tickling dans ribs i could feet dans torture he was trying to laugh and scream and was squirming about like a fish. then mat moved on to tickling his stomach but didnt really get a reaction. ( it suddenly hid me that i was in the worst position because dan's armpits couldnt be tickled because his arms were in the way and sam's feet couldnt be tickled because his feet were on the floor. but my tickling parts were all accesable)
matthew stood up and knelt down and dan's barefeet he said "u lot have all got small feet man. oh well i suppose ur just kids arnt u" he then ran one finger down both of dans feet he went beserk and squirmed mat laughed and started tickling like crazy dan face was covered with tears. matthew stopped and said uve had ur fair treatment. and he started untying dan. i was just lead there waiting my torture. when dan was untied matthew said right ok u can tickle sam while i do mark, concentrate on sams armpits. dan went over to sam and starting tickling him i could see him squirming and everything. then matthew started on me he tickled my feet for ages and my armpits and stomace i was going crazy i hated it but it was kind of fun but i wanted it to stop. he concentrated on my feet coz they were the best place he tickled really fast. he stopped and said right thats it know i'll untie u and we can go to the park and do this another day. after we were all untied we all agreed we'd play that again but that matt should be tied up he agreed. i did actually really enjoy myself but i kept that from them. i have more stories to post soon.;

hope u all enjoy it sorry it was a bit long. 

ill post soon.

mark.

To Zorro and Tom Ford, great stories too! 

thanks 
mark

This day must have been a Satuday because Matthew was at work and he only worked Saturday's at a corner shop near to our house. today it was just Me and Sam sat in his and Matthew's Bedroom. Sam had called me about 10:00 or so to ask what i was doing today, i said nothing so he said "why don't you come over to mine" i said ok i'll be there about 12:00 

When buzzed their bell sam answered and said come right up, when i got into their bedroom there was still the rope from the day before (my last story) on the floor. I said " oh you haven't cleaned that up yet then" Sam said "no matthew showed me how to tie up someone know like he does, im pretty good at it now, i can keep mat tied up and he's quite good. its easy you've just got to watch how they tie the person and u pick it up. i said "yeah it didnt look to hard im sure with a few more watches i could pick it up". 

i looked up and saw Sam watching me and he said "i know why dont me and you have some goes today before mat gets home from work and dan gets back from football training. i said go on then it's something to do. ( i wasnt going to tell him that i really wanted to play the game because it would sound wierd.) Sam then said "right well i'll tie u first then u can tie me, same rules as yesterday yeah?" i said yeah ok even the tickling? Sam replied " yeah but not as long because we're not really playing the proper game we're just practising ok" (i was relieved i didnt feel like the proper tickling torture at the moment).

so i took off my t-shirt,shorts,shoes,and socks as normal. i said ok then where do u want me to go, he said ummm, just like on your front on the bed ok. I went and layed down (yes again i was on the bed i was happy for that)

Sam picked up a piece of rope and said right give me your hands, i lifted then up behind my back he said i'll talk you through how to tie someone up when you tie the hands and feet together you always do it the same then you can do other things later on. I said "ok then" he said you tie the rope around one wrist loop it round two times and tie the rope around the other wrist, after that you just loop it round the wrists keeping it tight at all times and knot it off as far from the fingers as you can, and always keep any unknotted rope away from the fingers ok?. i said "right ok"
he said this as he was doing it. 

he then got another piece of rope and said to it the same to the ankles, he tied my ankles the same way, then he said my brother did this to me last night its quite good, he went over to the draw of their desk and pulled out some string, i said "what's that for"? he said for tieing your two big toes together then you can't move your feet at all. he said just tie it the same as the ankles and hands but just with string instead of rope. he grabbed my feet and tied the toes together, then he suddenly gave my feet a quick tickle. i started laughing and squirmed around, he stopped and said "sorry i couldnt help myself and he laughed, you've got really ticklish feet i feel sorry for u thats goinh to be annoying!!. i said "yeah but it dont matter i think i can handle it! (i found out in other experiences that i couldnt lol)

he said right im going to hogtie you, the same as what my brother did to Dan last night ok? i said "i cant really do anything about it if i didnt want to be hogtied can i??" he said oh yeah suppose not!

he got another piece of rope and said now you tie the knees if your doing a normal tie or a hogtie he said just do the same as the rest he then tied my knees tightly together.

i suddenly started to enjoy the feeling of being tied up, i dont know why it was kind of exciting but kind of scary knowing that you couldnt do anything for yourself at all. you couldnt stop people doing things to you and you couldnt just get up and walk away!

he then got another piece of rope attached it to the rope tying my feet and pulled my ankles up so my fingers were touching my feet he then said just tie that rope to the rope tying your hands and then the person is hogtied, then he tied the rope. the feeling felt better know i was enjoying it, but i didnt look forward to the tickling. i didnt hate the tickling but i couldnt say i really liked it its a bit annoying after a while!

he then said right im going to gag you because thats the rules. he grabbed one of the juggling balls that we used yesterday to gag people he said open then bite down a little, i did and he took my t-shirt from the floor and tied it round the ball and round my head. i suddenly felt completly helpless and stuck (which i was) he said "you alright there?" i nodded my head and he said " ok then i'll give you 30 minutes" and he patted my head and went and sat on the foot of the bed quite near to me and watched some tv. i looked at the clock on the wall it said 12:34 i had until 1:04 or so. Sam looked at the clock as well and said right then at 1:05 i'll start your tickling torture haha, so u better use all the time you have got! he laughed and turned back around. 

i started to struggle and to pull the ropes but they wouldnt budge i started to squirm and wriggle and move around on the bed but i couldnt do that either. Sam turned around and grinned at me and looked away at me. i tried to find the knots on my hands but i couldnt find them sam had hidden the well. i kept on going on like that for about 20 mins then i just gave up and relaxed i looked at the clock there was 12 mins to go, i didnt have the energy to move so i just layed there the time went really slowly i just waited there for my tickling. Sam looked at the clock and said "5 minutes, oh you've given up have you oh well still 5 minutes" i mppphhed at him (trying to tell him to fuck off but i couldnt say it. i waited some more then sam turned around and said right well 30 minutes has gone you havnt got anywhere at all.

he stood up and walked round the bed towards me i tried moving away from him (unsuccessfully) he grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him and he sat down on the bed, i couldnt believe my best friend was going to put me through tickling torture, but then i thought oh well i cant wait to tickle him and the rest of them, i could see why he wanted to tickle it must be fun knowing they cant do anything about what your doing to them at all, it must give you a feeling of power. i coudlnt wait to tickle them actually. 

sam position his fingers at my bare helpless feet and he tickled my toes i went crazy and started jerking around he laughed and tickled harder he then moved down to the arches of my feet this was just as bad i was laughing but wanting to cry there were tears down my face with the laughter i couldnt breath very well because i was laughing he started tickling faster and covering all of my feet he said "your feet are so ticklish this is fun" he kept going and going and then he stopped and said "ok that's enough of your feet. now your sides, he dug his fingers into my sides and tickled them this drove me mad but wasnt as bad as my feet they were there worst place. he poked me and tickled me for a couple of minutes and then stopped and said. "right that's enough then."

he took of my gag i said " you little bastard" he just laughed i caught my breath back and Sam said " did u hate that and i said, it's not very nice but it doesnt hurt or anything. (thats the good thing about tickling its horrible torture but it doesnt hurt at all it's harmless!) he then untied me and said let's go to the chip shop and then you can tie me up, i said yeah i will i think i know how to do it now. and we left for the chip shop.

(ill post another story about me tying up sam in a minute because this one is long enough)

i'll post lots more stories soon.

Mark K

When me and Sam got back from the chipshop we went into his room and finished off our chips and then Sam said i could tie him up after he went to the toilet, i said "ok then" while he was in the toilet i thought of how to tie him up, i decided that the normal way of tying people up and hogtieing way was quite easy and i thought i could do this, also i wanted to tickle Sam everywhere, so i decided to tie him how his brother tied me last night which was spread out like a "X" on the bed, i watched how Mat did that so i decided i could proberly do that. i took my shoes off so i could stand on the bed and tie him, Sam came back into the room and said ok then let's go, he took off his shoes, t-shirt and shorts, (i didnt notice that he hadnt taken off his socks this was probaly because he didnt want me to tickle him) he said right how do you want to tie me then. I said lie on your back on the bed with your hands and feet at the four corners, he said "oh like matt tied you last night" i said yes. 

he layed on the bed i still didnt notice he hadnt taken his socks off i took a piece of rope tied it to his right hand and looped it round the bedpost and kept looping it round keeping it tight all the time then i tied it off behind the bedpost so he couldnt reach the knot , i did this to his left hand as well, i'd used the shorter ropes for his hands because me and sam were both short at 12 and couldn't even nearly reach the bed so i'd use the longer ones for the ankles. i then did the same to his ankle at the bottom of the bed i tied the rope above the sock and i still didnt notice he was supposed to have taken them off (( must have been stupid i think) i then took one of the juggling balls and put it in his mouth the same as he did to me and tied his t-shirt around his head and the ball. 

he mppphheed and i said "right thats it you can try and get loose now i'm giving you 20 minutes. he nodded. i sat down and watched the tv i sat there for a few minutes looked at the clock Sam had 15 minutes left, i was looking forward to tickling him and hoped he wouldnt get out i looked at him he didnt look as if he was getting anywhere i was relieved. he looked at me and i asked if he was ok and he nodded his head sam's eyes reminded me of my dogs eyes they were the same shape and colour nearly lol.

i watched more tv and looked at the clock there was two minutes to go it nearly 2:30 we had stated at 2;10 Sam had obviously looked at the clock because i could hear him trying hard to get loose, i counted down the last minute when it was up i stood up and looked at sam, it was then i noticed his socks were on , i said hey, your socks have got to come off, he looked away from me i pulled them off his feet, Sam's feet were about size 5 then , and mine were about 6 but they always seemed smaller, i said right i tied you like that so i could tickle you everywhere there is to tickle you. he mmpphhed a few words at me.

i stood on the bed and sat on his stomach with my legs either side of him, and i said ok im going to enjoy this, with that i dug my fingers into his armpits, he went beserk and i tickled him hard he just squirmed and tried screaming but it was no good lol, i kept tickling his armpits and digging into his sides for about just over 5 mins, i stopped and asked if he was ok, he nodded, but i knew he wasnt enjoying it lol.

i then got off him and said right now your feet, he looked at me and mpphheed and shook his head and pulled at the ropes, i could tell he really didnt want to be tickled there, but he had no choice i was going to do it anyway. i knelt on the floor next to his barefeet, i could see the rope marks on his ankles like the ones i had, i ran one finger down both of his feet he jumped, i did it again but faster starting at the toes and finishing at the heel, i dug my fingers into his feet, he went mad and stating squirming and frantically trying to get away from my fingers, i tickled his toes and his arches of his feet, it didnt matter where i tickled he was going crazy i could see the tears on his face i tickled for another minute and then i stopped. i took his gag off and he breathed in and said,

that was horrible but kind of funny in a way i dont mind it that much, i said no nor do i but it isnt very nice is it, he said "no".

i untied him and we put all the rope away in his cupboard where his dad wouldnt find it and ask question's, he put his clothes back on and we talked about it for a while, i told him it felt kind of good and he agreed which i was glad for. then we just played on his n64 for a while. the next tie up game was a couple of days later and i'll post that soon. 

hope u all enjoyed that, if anyone wants to email me if they live in the uk, or anywhere else and want to just chat or something they are welcome to. 

thanks 

mark K

It seems that as for that following to the game which has within, her child whose sitters other things are various by all means the boyfriend who is came. To the night boyfriend Nicol where the work which are late with work, with, it worked.

First we played with my soldier, but, the Chloe proposed other than the game, pointed out in order to take, and was consistent. The collected started tieing the length and our Chloe of the cord of person. That it did not fight shook the penis. There is a heritage of the rear of in us, then it has those which tie pined us to life.

The stomach discernibly of shortage and the person whose relationship is white namely that that the socks removing, the person whose time the socks of the ankle is white was being carried someone the left the white woman was carrying the sleeveless high-level part. The heritage is her rear in us.

Just a little between it fights and we must make after, then being called, to the game being made in new good work, we asked what. When the telephone is used on Nicol, the ransom is required, you called that to us. Therefore we used the telephone on that, and "you said to that we kill Chloe whether we desire that." As made, that proposed agony to those. We asked the way, the soles of the knot of the feet which answer. When goodbyes she to the side then being seated, knows what of our proposition of her removal, us being surprised it is the knot of the feet. We had done, making what which it calculates, in addition has our in her in direction outside thing.

Remainder is late, we to the squirming the feet, to the beginning and the laughing of foolishness which start, enjoy her who starts with the stomach arm. The thing Eventually the telephone, that was Nicol.

After 5 minutes she started choking because of the collar, . What kind of a game, if it is indeed a game, are you playing? You shouldn’t put your friend in a situation where she can die because of choking, game or no game. Doing so would put your friend in danger. Don’t ever put anything round her neck, for it is dangerous. You never know what will happen.

To Mark K,

Nice Story. Better than the first one. Although it would do a lot of help if you typed your story first on Word, so you can check for spelling or grammatical errors. And reread your story before posting it so you can correct errors. By the way, I would love to read your next stories.

And you asked. i was wondering if anyone could help me i was wondering how to make bold words when writing stories and how to put paragraphs in etc. . I asked the same question on July 30, 2002. Well, Jason Maters and Harold stepped in and helped me with my problem. So it is only fair that I give you their response to my question.

Here’s Jason Masters response on the same July 30.

To Somebody - bolding, italics and stuff
Bolding, italics and stuff are done using HTML codes.

Use to start bolding and to stop it.Use to start italics and to stop it. You can even combine the two by using combine (both codes together). 

If you want to start a new paragraph, use 

and if you just want to go to a new line with no space between the lines (a line break), use 
The above is a what a paragraph break looks like and thisis 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 :-)
Jason Masters

And here’s Harold’s reply,

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

You need to learn something about HyperText Markup Language (HTML) To write this in bold I had to enter before the text and afterwards. Your browser should have a "View Source" option; look at other postings while in Source to see how it was done. In addition to the b or bold tag, other common tags are u for underline and i for italics. HTH
Harold
USA

So I hope this would help.

To Petros of Greece,

Please improve your English next time you post. No offense but I can’t understand your story. So please, make it understandable.

During our last game, we played treasure hunt where Andrew, Robert and I played the pirates who guarded the treasure, while Frank, Donald, David and Jerry played the treasure hunters. We played at a playground - a plateau - in the mountains and we were able to win by capturing all the treasure hunters. 

Frank and I slept at about eleven o’clock. Tomorrow, Wednesday, would be an exciting day. Doug’s adventures also reminded me of my vacation, for there is also an island on the lake, with a wooded shed, like the one on the mountain and farm. We will explore the lake with Dad and Uncle Richard the next morning probably at nine or ten tomorrow morning. So we eagerly slept.

I was dreaming about some TV show I watched, when I was partially awakened by someone trying to pull my arms. I was too sleepy so I just brushed it aside. I turned around and slept on my belly so that my back to be facing the ceiling. It was already bright, I think it was six in the morning, I didn’t really care - all I wanted is to go back to sleep. I just turned my position so that whoever was bothering me would stop what he or she was doing. I buried my head between two pillows and fell fast asleep. 

Big mistake! I was soon fast asleep, when suddenly somebody pulled my feet and forced me to wake. I tried to turn to see who it is, but when I tried using my arms to assist me, I found out I can’t move it. It was stuck behind my back. I struggled, but I can’t seem to separate them from behind my back. I was still too drowsy to grasp what actually happened. I tried flexing my feet, but I can’t. Soon, I was wide awake, and I realized that my hands were tied behind me at the wrists, and my ankles were crossed and tied with torn cloth. I had difficulty trying to turn around, but fortunately, whoever tied me up while I was asleep helped me turn around so that I am lying on my back (and on my bound wrists.).

Then I saw who did this. Not surprisingly, it was Andrew and David. I turned to my side and Barney was still fast asleep in the foldout bed. Frank sleeps above me in the double bed so I don’t know what he’s situation, my guess is that he is still asleep. I looked at the clock, and it is fifteen minutes before seven. This is the second time I was tied up while sleeping.

“Okay guys mmmppphhhh!” David popped a wadded handkerchief into my mouth, then Andrew duct taped my mouth to prevent me from spitting it out.

“Sorry Tom!” David whispered. “We wouldn’t want you to disturb Frank, would we?”

With that, they went up the upper bed where Frank was sleeping, and woke him up. As for my part, was still sleepy and fell asleep again, this time bound and gagged. I was sleeping for a few minutes when I was woken by the two, who then flipped me again so I lay on my stomach, took a piece of rope, tied one end of it to my wrists, and tied the other end to my ankles, hog-tying me. I looked at the clock and it was 15 minutes past seven. I realized I had fallen asleep for a full half-hour. I looked around the room. Barney was still soundly asleep in the foldout bed, while Frank was standing beside one of the bedposts, tied to it. His hands were around the post and tied behind it. There was more rope lashing him to the post. He was gagged with duct tape like me, and I presumed, based on previous experience, that his mouth was also stuffed. 

“Thanks Tom for turning when you did!” David sarcastically said. “You saved us from the trouble of trying to flip you over to your stomach to tie you up and wake you up in the process. Because of that, pulling your arms behind you is a snap! You didn’t even feel it!”

It was at this point that Barney woke up. David’s voice was too loud. I wonder what his reaction would be when he wakes up and sees his brother and his friend - his two roommates, were tied up by his other brother and one of his friends? He rose from the foldout bed, hair extremely disheveled, like Frank’s and mine, and stretched. He saw us, and to our amazement gave absolutely no thought of it.

“Could you guys keep it down. I still want to sleep. And could you gag them real tight? I want their groans to have as little noise as possible when you tickle them. And keep it down for crying out loud!” my little brother protested.

Andrew and David just nodded, and secured Barney’s promise not to untie us in return. So Barney went back to sleep, while Andrew and David stuffed another wadded handkerchief into my mouth, filling my mouth completely, then wrapped duct tape around my head several times, to carry out their part of the bargain. They did the same to Frank.

Andrew and David then left us alone. They left probably to get Donald and Angela. I decided test the ropes. I struggled a bit to gain some slack. I found none. I tried finding any knots with my fingers, but it was in vain. They had tied the knots beyond the reach of my fingers. So I was basically stuck. I then tested the gag by shouting at the top of my lungs. The gag was so tight and effective that I barely made a sound. And it didn’t bother Barney at all, who was back in his bed soundly sleeping. I heard a faint sound from Frank, and I guess his gag was as effective as mine. Frank was still struggling. 

Twenty minutes later, Andrew and David arrived with Donald. Donald has his hands tied behind him, and his mouth was gagged with a scarf tied around his mouth, covering his head from nose to chin. They walked Donald to the other bedpost, untied his hands, pulled his arms around the post, and tied his crossed wrists behind it palm to palm. The ropes were snug, inescapable and the knots unreachable. They then secured him further to the post by wrapping rope around his upper body and the back of the post, the same as Frank was tied to the other post. Then they left us again. Donald struggled for a while, but soon gave up, recognizing the futility of such struggles. Based on the faint mmmpphhhsss I heard from him, he was as tightly gagged as I was.

After about fifteen minutes later, they came back with Angela bound and gagged. It’s déjà vu all over again! They walked her to a chair, untied her hands, sat her on the chair, pulled her arms behind the armrests, and then retied her crossed wrists behind the chair. They further secured her to the chair by tightly wrapping rope around my sister’s upper body and the backrests, from her chest down to her waist. When they were finished with her, she could barely move her upper body. She was, like Donald, gagged with a scarf with her mouth stuffed with something. David then crossed her ankles and tied it using a strip of torn cloth. Andrew took a long piece of rope, tied it to her bound ankles, and tied the other end to the backrest, so when he was finished, her feet is no longer touching the floor. They then drew back to admire their handiwork.

“Shall we call Robert and Jerry?” David asked my brother. 

“Yea. Let’s call them so we can tickle them together. After all, they are our teammates!” my brother replied. 

“How ‘bout them?” David asked.

“What about them?” Andrew replied.

“Shouldn’t we guard them?” David expressed his concern.

“Nah! They’re not going anywhere!” Andrew laughed. David seemed to agree and both of them left.

Now their overconfidence was their undoing. Sure, they were able to capture all four of us even with the only two of them, without Robert and Jerry. But they haven’t won the game yet. For as soon as both of them disappeared, who should enter than my eight-year-old little sister Betty? She quietly sneaked in and since I was nearest the door, she went over me. Barney was still fast asleep, and Betty made sure he remained that way. She then looked around and saw all four of us. She stood there for a while, and tickled my sides slightly, which made me violent jerk. She giggled.

“Tom, I’m going to untie you. But if I do, you and all the others owe me one, agree?” Betty said to me after tickling me and giggling quietly. 

Oh she’s a smart girl! What could I do but nod my head in agreement? Like do I have any other choice? “Remember you owe me one! I can ask any favors from you in the future!”she whispered to me, then went to all the others whispering the same thing. Based on their head movements (they all nodded), she seemed to get what she wanted. She then went back to me. 

“Gotta go now! I don’t want to be caught you know.” She said, then quietly walked to the door. I mmmpppphhh violently. She then walked back.

“Oh, I nearly forgot!” She then untied me from my hog-tie and untied my wrists. “You can do the rest now. But hurry, I think I hear their footsteps coming up!” She giggled again and then swiftly darted out of the room. She reminded me of Barney, John and Ben in similar situations before. What I can’t understand is why they didn’t help in the recent games. I guess Andrew and David were more cautious that time. But I’ve got to move fast. They went down just to call their friend, not to wait out the half-hour. So I struggled mightily to remove the rest of the ropes from my body. After two minutes, I was completely free, except for my gag, which I completely forgot to remove in my haste. I immediately went to Frank, where I untied his wrists and undid the knot on the rope holding his body to the bedposts, and I let him finish the rest. I went to Donald and untied his wrists and loosened the ropes around his body. He can do the rest. Time is of the essence. Any moment now, they might return, and we’ve got to act fast. I then went over to Angela, and untied her wrists, and undid the knot securing her body to the chair, then darted over to help Frank and Donald. We all hurried, for they might return any minute now. After five minutes, we were all completely free, except for the gag, which we forgot. And all of this was done quietly, so quiet that Barney slept through it all. We then carefully removed our gags, for doing it rashly would hurt our skin.

And we were free not a moment too soon. For we barely removed our gags when Andrew and David returned. As soon as they entered, Angela and I pounced on my older brother while Frank and Donald tackled David. They were clearly surprised. “Barney, you promised no to - ”, an angry Andrew shouted. We tackled him, and he was not able to finish what he wanted to say. But it is clear to us what he wanted to say. And all these noise from the melee finally woke Barney up.

“With friends like these, who needs enemies!” my little brother exclaimed. “I couldn’t even sleep with weirdos like you running around and tying each other up. I’m getting out of here!” Barney then walked out of the room.

We temporarily stopped the melee to watch Barney. We watched him went out and then we all burst into laughter. Then we continued the fight. Andrew fought like a lion, but he could not overcome both Angela and me at the same time. Soon, he was lying on the floor with his hands behind his back held by me. Angela took some rope and I wrapped it expertly on his crossed wrists. She cinched it then knotted it off, carefully placing the knots beyond the reach of his fingers. Angela and I briefly discussed what kind of bind we’ll put him, we decided to hog-tie him on the bed. Andrew was quiet this time, and accepted his fate stoically. Angela removed his shoes and socks, then directed him to lie on his belly. I then crossed his ankles, tied it with rope, took another piece of rope, tied one end of it to his ankles, and the other end to his wrists. Of course, I made sure that he couldn’t reach the knots with his fingers. I then took two handkerchiefs from our drawer, wadded it and inserted it to my older brother’s mouth. Angela then duct taped his mouth and wrapped it around his head several times.

Frank and Donald meanwhile tackled David to the floor. David fought them furiously, but it was useless. “We could do this the hard way, or we could do this the easy way!” Frank told David. “Either way, there’s nothing you could do about it!” That seemed to have calmed him down. “Okay, I give!” David said. With that, Donald tied David’s arms with rope at front. He tied it snugly. Then Frank tied another long piece of rope to his arms to serve as a leash. Then they led him to the closet, where they pushed the hangered clothes to the sides. Inside the closet there is a huge iron bar where the clothes were hung. It is about six feet five from the floor, and unless you’re really tall, you need a stool to hung or retrieve any clothes. So they flung the rope connected to David’s wrists over the iron bar, so when they pulled the other end, David’s wrists were pulled up. They then pulled, till David is nearly standing on his toes, then tied the other rope to his waist, making it tight enough so it won’t slip over his head yet loose enough so he can easily breathe. Now, they tied it to his waist using a honda knot, a kind of slip knot but different, on his waist so if he pulled his arms down, the rope around his waist would be tighter. So basically, he’s stuck. 

“C’mon guys, this is torture!” David complained.

“You got it! And quit whining!” Donald shot back.

“But guys, I mmmppphhh!” Frank popped a wadded sock into his mouth before he could finish his whine. He then secured it by tying a long strip of cloth between his teeth and knotted it tightly at the back of his head to hold the sock in his mouth. What we did with Andrew was mild to the treatment David’s receiving. He’s in for it now!

“Couldn’t you think of anything more original than hog-tie?” Frank teasingly asked.

“Well it works. So why fix it? As they say, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!” I replied. “And tying him to the closet isn’t that original at all!” I shot back.

“Quit arguing, you two! So what if we hog-tied him or we did this or you did that. As long as it holds those two, it’s fine.” Angela interjected to our little argument.

“Well, two down, and two to go!” Donald triumphantly proclaimed. “How do we get Robert and Jerry?” he asked.

It’s a question all of us asked. We can’t win by just getting Andrew and David. We can win before they introduced those Robert and Jerry and made them part of their team, but after they did, we must catch them too to win. So how to resolve the dilemma? Well, we made a mountain out of a molehill. I remembered that both Andrew and David said to each other that they would call Robert and Jerry to complete the game. I don’t know if they made that call, or if they did, will they agree to come, given the time? I suggested them to my teammates, who at first rejoiced at the solution then became long faced when confronted by the uncertainty of it. 

“Yea, how do we get those two? We can’t win with only those two.” I remarked.

“Damn, they’re smart. They start the game by without Robert and Jerry, so if they managed to commit a snafu, we still wouldn’t win!” Angela snarled. 

“We could call and invite them?” Frank proposed.

“Nah! They’ll be too suspicious.” I replied.

“You’re wrong. They’re green as saplings to our games. Maybe David or Andrew or us would never be fooled, but Robert and Jerry? Come on, they only joined in yesterday! We could use a variety of techniques that probably won’t work on us but they would to Robert and Jerry!” Frank asserted.

“No they won’t!” I vigorously replied. “Andrew and David probably told them the bag of tricks we used before. And besides, I remembered that David and Andrew were discussing calling Robert and Jerry for the tickling part. That is why they went down!” I continued.

“If they did, then why are we still arguing? All we have to do is wait for them to arrive!” Angela said.

“But did they make the call? Or if they did, are you sure that those two agreed to come over? I don’t know! Do you?” Frank replied.

Yet all this arguments are pointless, for just a few minutes later, while in a heat over useless talk, we heard footsteps on the stairs and voices coming up. We listened, and it was Robert and Jerry. We immediately became quiet, and listened. They’re voices were so loud and clear we can understand what they are saying, even through the wall.

“I can’t believe Andrew and David pulled it off without us!” I can hear Robert fume.

“Yea, why did he ever think of drafting us if they can do it by themselves!” Jerry said.

“Probably to show off. Anyway, let’s see if we can talk things over with those two after the tickling part!” Robert replied before both of them entered the room.

We immediately pounced on them when they entered. They were completely surprised, to say the least. They expected to be greeted by Andrew and David showing off the bound and gagged us. So it was quite an experience for them to see their allies bound and gagged instead of us. They were so surprised and stunned that we quickly were able to gain advantage and they were not able to put much of a struggle. And even if they did, they are still outnumbered four to two, or two to one, so there’s no chance of them prevailing against us, even if they were psychologically prepared for it. Angela and I tackled Robert, while Frank and Donald grabbed Jerry. Robert quickly surrendered and did not put much of a fight (in fact, none at all) and so did Jerry.

“W-w-w-w-hat h-h-h-happened?” a bewildered Robert asked. “I thought you were the ones supposed to be tied and they are the ones free?”

“Robert, Jerry, you have much to learn about our games. Since we caught you, you have to let us tie you, or you can back out like chickens!!” I answered. Of course, they chose the brave (or foolish?) path, and did not back out. They are green as saplings to our games, and nothing better illustrates this than their reaction. At least Frank, Donald and the others expect this sort of things, so it was not that surprising to us. Angela and I then tied Robert’s hand in front, decided to tie him in the closet the same way David was tied, but since he was too inexperienced, we decided to tie him to one of the bedposts. This was probably (although I’m not absolutely sure at that time) the first time Robert was tied-up, so we did not want to make it a traumatic experience for him. We untied his hands, led him to the bedposts so he was standing with his back leaning to the bed post, pulled his arms around the bedpost, and tied him similarly to the way Frank and Donald was tied up a while ago. It was only Jerry’s second time, so Donald and Frank tied him to the other bedpost, and tied him the same way. They earlier had planned to hog-tie him, but decided that since they’re too new to our games, they tied him to the posts instead.

Then we tickled them. We mercilessly tickled even Robert and Jerry, but especially Andrew and David. Angela in particular seemed to delight in torturing Andrew and David, especially since she had suffered so many defeats and tortures at their hands, in fact five or six in a row since. For her, revenge is sweet. Yes, she gained her revenge, and for her, it is indeed sweet. She finally gained what she joined us for. Andrew and David nearly laughed themselves to death, they jerked violently, and gave the usual reaction. Their faces became bright red. Angela ignored Robert and Jerry and concentrated relentlessly on the two. It was with great difficulty that Frank, Donald and I persuaded her to give the required 2-3 minute breaks we always give each other during these tickle sessions. 

We ended the tickling after 30 minutes. We went out of the room to give them a chance to escape, although there isn’t much chance at that. Our main worry is that any of the tikes would free Andrew and David and throw out our chances of victory. Fortunately, most of the tikes were awake, and were playing outside. They already had eaten breakfast, while the adults were downstairs, our Dads in particular preparing for the boating that will occur in about one or two hours. Mom served us breakfast, and we ate. After thirty minutes, we returned to find the four pretty much the same as when we left them. We untied them, and we again congratulated each other for a good game. This was our fifth win, and for Angela, her first. Robert and Jerry were angry, but not at us. They were angry at Andrew and David for initiating a game without consulting them first, to which Andrew apologized and promised to always include them in their plans before carrying them out. But other than that, they enjoyed it. They swore revenge, which is pretty much what we wanted to hear from the rookies.

So ends another game. It started as another win for Andrew and David in their succession of victories, but thanks to my sister Betty, it turned into a win for us. We won our first game in summer. I didn’t expect another game that day.

But Angela has other plans. What is it? Read the next part and find out!

Last time, Andrew and David - but without Robert and Jerry - attacked all of us while we were still in bed. They succeeded brilliantly, but they lost when Betty freed us and we were able to attack them. We then waited for Robert and Jerry to arrive, and we captured them when they did.

After the game, Dad and Uncle Richard invited all of us to a boat trip. All the girls, our Moms included, declined, for they see this as just another boy’s adventure, while all (well at least most) of the boys accepted. So Andrew, David, Frank, Henry, Donald, Robert, Jerry and I accepted. Barney, John, Harvey, Ben and Lawrence also wanted to come, but their mothers forbade them to go along because they were too young. So Dad, Uncle Richard, and eight of us boys went on the boat. The boat is like a tugboat, small, powerful, and fast. It also serves as a fishing vessel, and my Dad, my Uncle and their friends fished here a couple of times before and since.

We reached the island at about 10:30 in the morning. We spent the morning exploring the island, and for lunch, we ate sandwiches prepared by our Moms for our journey. The island I will describe on later adventures, for we did not play any game on that island that day. We spent the afternoon swimming. All of us brought either swimming trunks, or extra shorts, for it was understood among us boys that there would be swimming in the island. 

We returned home about 3:00 PM. Our Dads then left us on our own devices, and we played much as a result. Donald quickly went home, but I, like the rest of us, were no eager to go to the house when there is so much to do outside. Andrew and David decided to accompany Donald home to help him with whatever he needs to accomplish so he can join us as soon as possible. Frank and Robert decided to take a walk and explore the farm further, while Jerry, Henry and I waited at the edge of the lake, throwing stones at it and just telling stories. 

It’s about 4:00 PM when they we had noticed that they had not returned. It only takes ten minutes to walk from the edge of the lake to the house. What’s keeping them? I asked myself. Jerry was not as bothered as I am about it, and just to allay me, agreed to come back home with me. Of course there is a .001% chance that something bad has happened. But really, we were just impatient for them to return and we decided to fetch them back. 

“Maybe you have some secret plan to tie us all up!” Henry joked.

“If we had, then I don’t know about it!” Jerry shot back.

“They’re probably hiding behind the door, ready to pouce on me the moment I enter!” I said in mock fear.

“Maybe. Well, if that’s the case, then I’ve got nothing to fear!” Jerry proclaimed. 

It makes some sense. Donald going home to do something probably has a ring of truth in it, but Andrew and David coming along to help him and one hour later they disappeared? Come on! How obvious can you get?

When we arrived at the house, I hesitated going in first because I fear a trap. So I insisted on Jerry coming in first, who gladly agreed. But there is a pleasant surprise waiting for me. As soon as Jerry stepped in the house, he was tackled by Donald and Angela. I was at first stunned at what happened, but once I got over it, I quickly joined in and soon, Jerry, thoroughly surprised, wasn’t able to fight back. He soon surrendered, and Angela pulled his arms behind him and tied it firmly.

“What took you so long? Poor Andy and David been tied up nearly one hour now just waiting for you!” Angela wickedly remarked.

“You mean you have Andrew and David all tied up! So that’s why he hasn’t showed up. Damn! I thought it is they who has trapped you and Donald.” Jerry replied with mixed emotions.

“Where did you hide Andrew and David?” Henry asked, who just watched with amusement the entire process.

“Andy is in the attic, and David is in the basement. That’s just to make sure they don’t help each other. Not that it matters anyway!” Angela replied.

“And who’s guarding them?” I asked. 

“Oh, Betty’s guarding Andrew, and Maggie’s guarding David. So they haven’t a prayer of escaping!” Angela cheerily replied.

“But what about mmmmppppphhhhh!” Angela, in an all too familiar scene, gagged Jerry using a sock she had procured from her pocket and Donald duct taped him.

“Sorry Jerry, you’re starting to annoy me! Now, march!!” Angela commanded with a force that left us now choice but to follow. Donald seemed to be controlled by Angela, and as for me, what could I do but follow? She obviously planned this with Donald, and she controls this specific game. How will she conduct it? I don’t know, but it makes the game more thrilling. Especially since you’re on the winning side this time. I’ve spent far too many times being on the receiving end that I temporarily forgot the feeling of taking the offensive! Finally, we can win. 

Anyway, Angela decided to take Jerry to the basement. When we arrived, we saw that David is sitting on a post, his back leaning to it. His hands were tied behind his back at the wrists with duct tape. But his wrists were not tied around the pole. Instead, his hand were tied behind his back with his wrists pinned to his back by another rope. He was pinned to the pole by clothesline wound around him and the pole. His mouth is gagged by a thick cloth covering his mouth, or rather cleave-gagging him and it is tightly knotted at the back. His feet is barefoot, and nearby are is his shoes. One of the shoe has his one of his socks neatly tucked inside, the other shoe was empty. It was pretty obvious where the other sock went. His ankles are crossed, tied with a long piece of torn cloth. His face is red, and sweaty and his hair is disheveled. His eyes seemed to convey a mixture of defiance, pleading and suffering. Beside him are feathers, ballpens without ink, paint brushes, and other tickling instruments. By all indications they had been used, and it has an effect of making a finger tickle ten times more effective. 

Standing over, watching him, standing with glee as we entered, is my cousin Margaret, or as we all call her, Maggie. She was Donald’s younger sister. She has blond hair and blue eyes. She is, at that time, the same height as Angela. She is, like Betty and Henry, eight years old, hence disqualified from becoming fully involved in our games by virtue of her age. She, of course, knew of our games, but this is the first time she was involved in any way. 

“How’s David?” I asked.

“He’s fine!” Maggie replied.

“Did he try anything?” Henry asked.

“Are you kidding me? Yea, he was able to make the bindings mysteriously disappear but I was able to put it back on him! Of course he did not! How many bound and gagged boys are able try anything, if at all!” Maggie shot back.

I removed David’s gag to inquire whether he was all right. Immediately after removing the gag, David cursed, swore, delivered frightful invectives, insults, and harangued us all. After listening to two minutes of it, which was both frightening and amusing, I grew tired of all his drivel and inserted back his sock into his mouth.

“Now, I’m going to remove your gag again, but you have to promise not to shout or curse, okay?” I asked.

He nodded.

So I removed the gag, and he was more quiet than before. 

“I’m going to get all of you for this!” He slowly, but seriously said, in a way in which cut the listener directly.

“Ohhhhh! I’m scared!!!” I heard both girls exclaim after hearing David’s threat!

“Oh shut up!” I angrily told the girls.

“Now, are you all right?” I asked Donald.

“Yea! Although that cousin of yours tickled worst than hell!” David replied!

“Yea. You were like a little baby when you were tickled!” Maggie teased.

“Oh shucks! Just gag him back, Tom! He’s getting annoying!” Angela said.

“If you’re going to gag me, then at least give me a drink. My mouth is dry from chewing that awful sock!” David requested. I looked to Angela for approval, and she finally said, O.K. I then took the sock and shoved it up his mouth. I then told Henry to get a glass of water, which he promptly did. I took out the gag and gave him his drink. After gulping down the water, he said thanks, and I inserted back the sock, and wrapped duct tape around his head. 

“Hold it right there, mister!” I heard Angela shout. She did it in such a way to frighten anybody who hears it, for it certainly did frighten me. She was shouting at Jerry, who was able to walk quietly to the basement door, which we left open, while our undivided attention is at David. Only when Jerry reached the door did we notice him, and Angela shouted, frightening us all. It only stopped him for a second, for Jerry then made a desperate bid to escape. He run away to the living room while Donald and I, after dilly-dallying for a few precious moments, went after him after being encouraged (more like ordered) by Angela. So we chased him. We thought it was a piece of cake, but it was more difficult than we thought. We went to the living room, and found no one. We went to the kitchen, the dining area and the found nothing. We finally found him in the rec room, still bound and gagged, with scissors in his hands, trying to cut the ropes around his wrists. He hasn’t made any progress, for we appeared too soon for him to have any time to work the ropes. 

“You shouldn’t have done that! Now you’ll really suffer!” I said.

“Yup! Angela will make sure of that!” Donald laughed. Jerry just sighed, and seemed to accept his fate. But he then made a mad dash to the door, but Donald quickly blocked him, and we caught him.With that, we took away his scissors and led him back to the basement. 

“You’ll regret trying to escape!” Angela threatened. She told us to place him in the fold-out bed, and Donald and I dragged Jerry there. Angela then directed to us how to tie him. Although we were a irritated from taking orders from her, we nonetheless followed her directions. We took tied his wrists to his back by wrapping rope around his waist and knotting it off to his wrists, then we removed his shoes and socks and hog-tied him. Angela made sure that this was the tightest and strictest hog-tie we can do. Jerry was not flexible, so it put the greatest strain on him when we hog-tied him to a point where his fingers could touch his ankles. It could show through his face that he was in pain. Angela then removed his gagged and asked him if he was still alright.

“Do you have to make so tight!” Jerry asked.

“Maybe. But does it hurt?” Angela asked.

“No, but it sure is tight. Could you loosen it a bit? I mean the mmmppphhh!” Angela shoved the sock back at his mouth. 

“Well, since it doesn’t hurt, then I won’t do it. Enjoy!” Angela wickedly said, then made a sinister laugh. Jerry then mmmppphhheeed a lot, tossing and struggling, his eyes showing anger (more like annoyance). Angela and the rest of us just laughed at his predicament. We then decided to leave the basement, and leave to David and Jerry to Maggie’s care, who was more than eager to oblige.

We went to the the first floor, then the second floor, then the third and finally, the attic. The attic is like an ordinary attic. It has many cobwebs, and the floor is covered with dust. There is a dusty old sofa and a fold-out bed on one corner. On the bed is boxes and boxes filled with discarded things. It is still bright, even if the lights are off, for the sunlight penetrates through the huge glass window at the west end of the attic. There are old pictures, of Dad and Uncle Richard when they were just kids, of grandpa when he was young, and great-grandpa when he was young. There are many old things that belong to our parents and grandparents and greatgrandparents in the attic. The floor is made of wood, and there are huge rats that occasionally run, which always scares the girls. 

What I saw absolutely shocked me! Andrew wrists are tied behind his back and secured to his waist. He was gagged with a thick white cloth and a scarf. He was partially suspended up-side-down, meaning his legs up to his bottom are suspended in the air, held up by a rope which was tied to a hook in the ceiling, while his back is resting on the dusty floor. His white shirt is absolutely dirty, for being mopped to the dusty attic floor is not the best way to keep clean. His hair, especially at he back of his head, is dirty with dust, and it was only partially concealed by the color of his hair, which is black. His arms are just as filthy. I shudder to think what Andrew has been through at the past hour at the hands of Angela, but knowing my older brother, know he could easily take it all. What I fear is his revenge on us, since Angela escalated the game, there would be no stopping him from doing the same to us when he attacks us successfully. I know he can take it, in fact, he might even boast about it, but I hate to take his place, and that is my biggest fear. I looked at Andrew’s face. His face, like David, is red, and covered with sweat. His gray eyes shows absolute defiance, and it is clear that all the torture has not broken him one bit. That is what I admired and fear about him. He looked at me, and if looks could kill, I could have died a thousand times. His feet was also barefoot, although, curiously, it is clean in contrast to the rest of his body. 

Beside him, standing over him, making fun of him is my sister Betty. Betty’s bare feet is filthy, covered with dust. Her legs too, were just as filthy. She wore a pink skirt that reaches to her shin at just above her ankles, and a loose white blouse. Like my brother, her clothes are filthy. Mom is gonna have a fit when she sees both of them! Her blouse looks more like gray than white, and her pink skirt is just as dirty. Her face was just as dirty, even with the broad smile she gave us when we entered. Her long blond hair, gathered in a ponytail and reaching to the middle of her back, is also covered with dust. 

“How’s Andy?” Angela asked.

“OH Andrew’s fine! In fact he gave me absolutely no trouble at all!” Betty answered.

“Now Andy, Jerry’s caught and it’s just a matter of time till we catch Robert! Now be good!” Angela said. Andrew gave my her and all of us an icy look. And he hates to be called Andy, and Angela calls him that just to get under his skin. But curiously, only she calls my brother Andy. The rest of us, including Betty, and Maggie and of course me and the rest of the boys, call him Andrew.

I told Henry to get a glass of water, and told Donald to remove his gag to ask him a few questions. Donald look to Angela as if he needs her approval, which she gave by nodding, and he removed his gag. I expected him to curse and hurl invectives like David, so I braced myself for a verbal onslaught, especially since his condition is much, much worst than David. Surprisingly, he was calm for a boy in his situation. 

“Are you alright?” I asked my brother.

“Sure, I’m O.K. But be warned, since you escalated this game, you can expect far worst that we’ve been giving you this past games!” Andrew warned, which send shivers throughout my spine. Andrew is not one who makes idle threats. When he makes a threat, he usually is able to carry out. But I tried to bring out a false sense of courage.

“Oh yeah! Well you couldn’t do anything now, could you?” I answered back. Andrew just smiled, then laughed. What a nerve for somebody whose half his body is suspended in the air. 

“We’ll see who makes the final laugh!” I replied and was about to gag him back when Henry returned with the glass of water. Now a problem developed. How can he drink in his situation. So I decided just not to give him the water. So I shoved the sock back to his mouth and wrapped the cloth around his mouth. Angela then tickled him on his feet and Betty tickled him on his stomach and ribs, which caused him to shriek, shout, and laugh like hell, which of course came out as mmmmppppphhhhhssss. He struggled as much as he could on his half-suspended situation, it merely succeeded in further dirtying him. Us boys just watched. They stopped after two minutes, and we left him alone with Betty to guard him. Henry, Donald and I went down first, and Angela followed later. We then waited for the finale: the capture of Robert with the help of Frank, who, as you remember, went to explore the farm. 

We went to the living room to wait for Frank and Robert. While we were waiting, Angela and Donald told us what had happened. 

“As you know, we won the last game. But I was not satisfied.” Angela began. “The last game was a game that they started on their own terms, and the only reason we won is that Betty was able to untie us. Now I wanted to attack, and so decided to proceed. However, you boys were so eager to go boating that I wasn’t able to have the chance to talk to you! Before you left for your boating trip, I managed to run into Donald.

“ ‘How long before you return?’ I asked”.

“ ‘Probably in the middle of the afternoon. Why?’ Donald asked.” We all looked at Donald, who just nodded and concurred with Angela. Angela continued the narrative.

“ ‘Just meet me here at about three o’clock. I have a plan.’ I told Donald. So I decided…”

“Donald, why the hell didn’t you tell us that Angela is up to something!” I shouted when I learned that Donald knew all about it. 

“I forgot. We were having so much fun that I totally forgot all about it while we were boating and on the island. I just remembered it when we returned, and I forgot to tell you even then!” Donald explained. Although he was probably telling the truth, he was not that convincing at that time. But, I let the matter drop.

“Anyway, I went back home trying to remember what to do. As you know, David and Andrew went home with me to help with what I was suppose to do.” Donald continued. “When I arrived, I was immediately greeted by Angela who immediately dragged me to the rec room. She then reminded me of the meeting I am suppose to have with her.

“ ‘So that’s what I am supposed to do. Okay, what do I have to do!’ I asked.”

“ ‘Look, I have Betty and Maggie to help us. Your Moms and the others are at town. Anyway, since Andy and David is here, it is much easier. All we have to do is figure out how to separated those two.’ Angela said.”

“Well, as it turned out, it is much easier done than said. Andrew immediately went and watched TV in the living room, while David went upstairs. I told that to Angela, who agreed to grab Andrew first. So Angela, Betty, Maggie and I quitely sneaked toward Andrew, who was too busy sitting in the couch watching TV to notice us. So we pounced. Andrew was completely surprised, and we gained the advantage. Angela immediately clamped her mouth to Andrew’s mouth to prevent him from shouting and warning David. He struggled, but there’s no chance he can win against us. However, he persisted until Betty gave him a slight tickle on his side. We then flipped him over so he lie on his stomach, and we pulled his arms behind his back. Then we securely tied him - both his hands and feet.” Donald narrated.

“And we tied him not a moment too soon. For after we cinched and knotted the last ropes, David went down. Angela, who kept her hand clamped on Andrew’s mouth, immediately dashed toward David. David was surprised, but held his ground, thinking he could take Angela on.”

“I dashed toward David, who just stood there, waiting for me.” Angela continued. “It was such a stupid mistake! David and I were soon rolling on the floor, with him the advantage. But Donald joined us, and with that, it was all over for poor David. We then tied him up the same way we tied Andy. We then argued on how we should hide them. Donald wants to hide them the usual way, while I was more original. So we tied David in the cellar, and we tied Andy in the attic. I was determined to make this a memorable game, especially to Andy, so I tied him exta tight and as uncomfortable as you could get without hurting them. And so I tied the way you found him when you returned. Don’t worry, he was only tied fifteen minutes that way when we showed him to you. After that, we waited for the rest of you to return. I told Betty to watch Andy, and Maggie to watch David. And they tortured both of them with tickling. Don’t worry - I obeyed your precious rules. I told the girls to give them 2-3 minute breaks. I wouldn’t want you to complain and give you boys a reason to expel me, would I?” Angela explained. “So Donald and I waited for you to return.”

Frank and Robert were spotted by Henry at about 5:00 PM. I went to the window and saw the two of them at some distance slowly walking toward the house. They are talking to each other, and sometimes laughing. Angela and Donald took positions at both sides of the door, ready to pounce the moment they enter. Henry and I looked at the window, telling the ambush party their location in relation to the house. Both of them slowly walked to the house, until they are about a few yards away, when both of them broke into a sprint towards the house. Robert soon took the lead, and he reached the door first and opened it and entered, still running, literally running into the arms of Angela, and the collision that resulted knocked both of them to the ground, for Robert was full speed, and the whole weight of his body slammed into Angela. Luckily, both heads managed to avoid a collision, still, Angela was hurt . Robert tumbled, fortunately, he hit a pile of pillows scattered and was not seriously hurt as a result. Donald and I went to Angela.

“Are you alright?” I asked Angela.

“Yea. But enough of me. Get him!” Angela shouted, although she was hurt. Donald and I looked at each other, and immediately went and tackled Robert to the floor.

“Hey, what gives?” he shouted, clearly bewildered as to what had happened. “Are you guys crazy? What’s going on?” We didn’t respond. We just flipped him over his stomach and pulled his arms behind his back. Meanwhile, Frank arrived, and clearly was puzzled. Henry filled him in, and took a rope from his pocket, and as soon as we had pulled Robert’s arms behind him, tossed it to me, and I began wrapping his wrists with it. I wound it horizontally then vertically several times, cinched it, knotted it off using the constrictor knot, then secured it with a double square knot. It was snug, but not uncomfortable. Donald then removed one of his shoes and socks, rolled it and gave it to Frank.

“Sorry Robert, just doing my part!” Frank said.

“You wouldn’t mmmmppphhhh!” Robert responded. He never finished what he was going to say, for Frank shoved it up his mouth. Angela, who by now recovered, then duct taped his mouth and wound it around his head several times. 

“You’re going to pay for this!” Angela said with revenge clearly in mind. After we finished with his wrists, and mouth, we, under Angela’s direction (for those of you who haven’t figured this out yet, she was the one who controlled the entire game from the start, and we followed her), we made Robert stand up, and I wrapped rope around his waist, and tied it to his wrists, pinning his wrists to his back. Frank tied rope aroud his upper body, further pinning his arms to his sides. After that, Angela directed us to the attic. 

When we returned, it was still as dusty as before, and Betty and Andrew were more filthy than before. But Andy, instead of being half-suspended as I expected him to be, was instead on the wooden chair, bound to it by miles of miles of endless rope. His arms are not tied around the backrest, instead, he just sat here, while rope was tied around him and the backrest to pin him to the chair. Each of his two feet is tied to a leg of the chair. He looked at me, and his eyes, although still defiant, was discouraged when he saw Robert tied up. Betty, for her part, was sitting on the dusty couch, reading some old comic stored in the attic.

“Hi guys! What’s up?” she greeted us when she saw us. We brought Robert over. 

“How’s Andy?” Angela asked.

“Oh he’s fine. He’s been no trouble at all!” Betty replied.

“How are we going to tie Robert?” Donald asked.

“The same way Andy was tied up a while ago! I would’ve been more lenient to you, Robert, but when you did what you did, you’re going to suffer!” Angela replied, then laughed like a witch. She was the very portrayal of the evil villainess. Under Angela’s direction, we led Donald to the spot below where the hook with the rope was, and made him lie on the floor. He resisted lying on the dusty floor, but what choice did he have? We forced him to lie on the floor, and he finally acceeded. We blindfolded him, so he will have no idea what we had in store for him, and tied a thick rope to his feet. He was wearing jeans, so the ropes did not actually touch his feet, but it was still tight nonetheless. It was Angela who tied that rope to his feet, and it was done expertly. The rope was flung over the hook, and Donald, Frank and I pulled the rope slowly until his feet was high in the air, and so is his legs until his butt, which rests on the floor, and his back and head also lie on the floor. When we were through with him, he was as filthy as Betty and Andrew. We then removed his blindfold, and the look on his face when he saw his position was priceless. 

“Well, we gotta go. Watch him Betty!” Angela said. I was puzzled at what she’s up to this time, but we followed her nonetheless. We went to the basement, where David and Jerry is pretty much the same position as when we left them. Maggie was reading some magazines while watching them.

“Tickle time!” Angela announced, and with that, we all went to tickle the two. Angela, Henry, and Donald tickled David, and Frank, Maggie and I tickled Jerry. They soon were laughing there heads off and it made them violently jerk. Of course, even Angela was not that cruel, and we gave them the customary 2-3 minute breaks. We tickled for fifteen minutes. 

“Now, we’ll leave you two alone. Don’t worry, if you’re good, we’ll free you in a half-hour!” Angela proclaimed. We, including Maggie then left and went back to the attic, where Henry and Betty was guarding Robert and Andrew. We removed Robert from his uncomfortable position, and we instead hog-tied him on the couch. 

We then tickled them with breaks and they gave us the usual reaction. Angela, Betty, and Donald tickled Andrew, while Frank, Henry, Maggie and I tickled Robert. After twenty minutes we, including Betty and Maggie left them alone. We went to the living room, where Angela and Donald filled Frank with what had happened, and the rest of us just watched TV and waited for the thirty minutes to pass.

We first went to the basement, and we immediately untied David and Jerry. David cursed and swore he get back at us, while Jerry echoed David’s words. We went to the attic, where we untied Andrew and Jerry. 

“I’m going to get you for this! You are so dead when we catch next time!” Andrew said, then uttered a cursed.

“But all things considered, I actually enjoyed this.” Andrew continued. “I wish I had thought of the way you tied me up a while ago. Now that you did it to me, there’s no reason why I can’t do the same to all of you next time.” 

“Bring it on!” Angela replied.

“Yea, we can take anything you can!” Frank boasted.

“We’ll see about that! By the time we’re through with you, you will be begging us to let go you, just like babies!” David replied.

After the shouting match, after all the emotions have cooled down, we sat down together and laughed at ourselves, and congratulated ourselves for a good tie-up game, as usual. It was our first game that we won after winning a previous game. And both were caused by girls. We had a new respect for the only girl in our team. Not only had she formulated a good plan of attack, she was actually was able to carry it out to perfection. There wasn’t one hitch. And in the process if only temporary gained control of our team, as we just became her mere agents in her grand scheme of things. 

Andrew, Robert and Betty, who is the most filthy among us, immediately showered after the game. The rest of us waited for the adults to come home, and they did at about 6:30 PM. Robert and Jerry went home shortly after. We ate dinner at about 7:30, and slept about nine. 

The next day have another tie-up adventure up in the plateau. What happened, and what game did we play this time? Read the next part and find out!

My favorite line is this one: "That it did not fight shook the penis."

I'm not sure what it means exactly, but it was absolutely hysterical!

Anyways, to PH, I understand that it can take a while to write a story as complex and detailed as Enid's. Although it's possible to write a short little adventure and still have tying up in it. Go to http://www.superstories.net/penny and check out Amanda's stories - especially the last one, which I think is the one about the robbers at the horseshow. It has some nicely done suspense and other interesting elements that flesh it out a bit, and is a fun story in its own right.

To Zorro, welcome back! I liked that last story you just posted. I can't help but notice how much girls seem to have an interest in being kidnapped. I read an article on the BBC's website about wealthy New Yorkers (of both genders) who can hire this one guy to kidnap them. No-one interferes because there's a video camera running while the people are nabbed in broad daylight. Go to the BBC's site and search for the article, I don't have the address right now.

To others, I'll read your stories when I have time, but I don't comment on all of them. But by all means, keep posting away. Plenty of people will read them, and most won't comment. But they'll stil appreciate them. And of course, Lisa, I'd love to see yours when it's ready. But you already know that!

I admit, tying up a girl is actually a turn-on but it's double sided--Just as I like to see damsels in distress, I also have an urge to rescue them and kick the crud out of the kidnapper. It's pretty odd. I still don't fully understand it and am still looking up many things.

Good luck to all you story writers. If anyone dare try to link this to video games/anime, I'll salute you--I've tried and failed miserably.

By the way, I wonder why didn't you list the stories of July 2002 on the top part of the July 2002 archives. It's much nicer that way.

By the way, I wonder why didn't you list the stories of July 2002 on the top part of the July 2002 archives as you usually do. It's much nicer that way.

Start off by stuffing either a thick damp 13"x13" washcloth or two smaller ones into someone's mouth, then get another damp washcloth (same size) and tie it around that person's mouth using socks (or something else) going from right under their nose to the bottom of their chin. This can be followed by either wrapping duct tape around their mouth and/or an ACE bandage or both.

Let me know what you think!

I have a few stories about me being tied in girls clothes 
but i dont know if im weird because of that so ill post them with some feedback

During the last game, Angela and Donald one by one captured Andrew, David, Jerry and Robert. We were utterly surprised at Angela’s audacity, and so we gained a new respect for her. Thus, we won our second game in a row and our sixth total victory. Still, we have a long way to go, since Andrew and company won a total of fifteen games since the start, and we would like to even out the odds. It is a formidable challenge, but our two recent victories encouraged us.

It was a pleasant Thursday morning. We didn’t play any games because our parents took us to a tour of the town and the neighbors. Now, we already have visited them a couple of dozen times before, and this is all routine. Visiting them is as exciting as doing homework, for all of them are adults, and their children are all either too old, being teen-agers or too young, being babies or 1-4 years of age. So we all clamored to return to the farm, before we died of a disease we call boredom. We ate lunch at one of the neighbors’ house, and went home about one in the afternoon. Boy, was it a relief. We all removed the coat and tie we all have to wear in these visits, and took more ordinary clothes.

Now, Andrew has a plan of action ready. He assembled all of us boys whose ages ranges from 9-10, meaning Andrew, David, Robert, Jerry, Donald, Frank and me. He proposed that we play another game in the mountains.

“What game?” Robert asked.

“The same game we played the last time - Treasure Hunt!” my brother responded.

“You mean the game where you hide a chest full of marbles, and you give us a map, and we try to find it in the mountain, and we try to catch each other in the process?” Donald asked.

“Yup!” Andrew answered.

“The same rules?” Frank inquired.

“Yep!” my brother replied.

“Well, I don’t know! The last game was, well, I don’t know, but…” Jerry stalled, looking for an excuse.

“C’mon, Jerry! It’d be fun!” Robert encouraged.

“Yea. Didn’t you enjoy it last time?” I asked.

“Oh don’t get me wrong, I did, but…” 

“But what?” Andrew asked.

“Well, I…. ah, uh…what the heck! Alright, I’m in!” Jerry asserted, which was cheered by the rest of us.

“Well, Jerry, Donald, David and I are…” Frank begun but was again interrupted.

“Before you plan, I would like to say that we would reshuffle the groups again!” 

So we tossed the coin. The results are:

Frank - tails
Donald - heads
David - tails
Tom - heads
Andrew - heads
Robert - tails
Jerry - heads

So it was that Frank, David and Robert constitute one group, while Andrew, Jerry, Donald and I constitute the others. Our team automatically became the treasure hunters because Andrew had already made the treasure map. As before, he gave the other team a map to find the key of the chest and the treasure map. And as before, we have a half-hour head start.

We went out of the house to the mountain at about 2:00 PM, right after each side has prepared our water guns, rope, handkerchiefs, socks for gagging, more rope, duct tape, binoculars, and other items. We at first took the main road, but we branched off at a small footpath at the left side of the road. We took a different route from before. And from previous experience, it was to a different plateau from the one we played our last game. The path to it is no less difficult to trek however, but it was fun nonetheless, and we arrived at our destination at about 3:00 PM.

The plateau is about the same size as the other plateau. It is more rugged, with more bushes from which to hide, and has about a dozen sheds each with water taps, two chairs and a table in it. It has also tall trees, and from the side, it is not apparent that it is somehow more flat. There are mounds, foxholes, trenches, small holes, fallen trees in it, but it is generally more flat than the other plateau. And like the other plateau, there are several pathways to it, making it no easier than the other plateau to guard, if we consider it from that point of view. However, since we are now four and they are now three, it is now easier.

Andrew hid our ‘treasure’, a chest full of marbles, near the south edge of the plateau, keeping it in a small hole and covering it with dried leaves to conceal it. And when we drew back, it is impossible to make a distinction between the leaves covering the treasure and the other leaves on ground. Our only guide is three rocks, one about a size of a washing machine, another the size of a two basketballs and the other the size of a thick dictionary placed beside the hiding place. 

We divided ourselves into groups of two to cover a wide an area as we possibly can. Jerry and I would guard one end of the plateau, while Andrew and Donald would guard the other. We don’t know where exactly what pathway they will use, and we just guarded the most probable. So we hid behind some bushes, fingered our guns and waited for them to arrive.

At about 3:40, we heard some movements, and we were pretty sure it was they. We readied our guns, ready to fire as soon as they were in range. I heard some more noises, and prepare to fire.

“Drop your weapons, or you’re dead!” David ordered behind us. He is holding two loaded water guns, and each is pointed to the back of our heads. David managed to sneak around us, and then quietly attacked us from behind. We were totally surprised. Guess our attention was too much focused on the movements on the pathway behind us that Jerry and I didn’t bother to guard our rear. 

We dropped our water guns. As soon as we did, he shot us in the back of head. 

“Hey, we dropped our weapons! What gives!?” I complained.

“Just making sure. Consider it an insurance from any sudden moves from you!” David shot back. According to the rules, when you were shot, you are already a prisoner, and you must give in.

After shooting us, he bowed down and picked up our weapons. He then removed the backpacks from our bags, and collected other guns stored in my pocket. 

“Coast is clear!” David shouted. With that, Frank and Robert emerged from the pathway we were concentrating on. I guess they served as distraction.

“Did any of these give you any trouble, David?” Frank asked.

“Nope, it was a piece of cake!” David boasted. 

With that, Robert took a rope from my backpack, and pulled my arms behind my back. He then wrapped it several times before cinching it and knotting it off. As I said before, even though he and Jerry were inexperienced compared to us, with knots, they are as good as any of us. I tested the ropes, and it was snug, tight, but not uncomfortable. I tried feeling for knots with my fingers, and I found none. I then knew at that point that unless I could find anything sharp, which was nil since David took my pocket knife and my small scissors and all the other things I need is in the bag, I could not get out of this ropes without help. Robert then wrapped rope around my waist, cinched it and knotted it off, and tied the free ends to my wrists, pinning my wrists to my waist. He then tied a long piece of rope to my upper body, further pinning my arms to my body. When he was through, I cannot move my arms except perhaps to flex my fingers. Meanwhile, David was interrogating me while this process was going on.

“Okay, Tom, where is the treasure hidden?” David asked.

“What treasure are you talking about?” I replied.

“Don’t play dumb. We know you know where it is hidden. Now tell me where it is if you know what’s good for you!” David demanded.

“I don’t know!” I lied.

“Liar! We’ll see if you can stand the torture in the shed!” David said. With that, he took a sock from his pocket, and tried to insert it to my mouth. I shut my mouth, not wishing to be gagged, but he stepped on my foot very hard, which was painful. I opened my mouth to say ouch, but as soon as I did, he inserted the sock into my mouth, muffling my ouch into faint sounds. Robert then wrapped duct tape around my head, further silencing me. 

At virtually the same time, Frank trussed up Jerry. He tied his hands behind his back at the wrists, and pinned it to his back by tying it to his waist. He also tied rope around his upper body. When Frank was done with Jerry, he was practically tied the same way as me.

After my interrogation and gagging, David went to Jerry to interrogate him. He too refused to spill the beans, so he too was gagged. They inserted a sock to his mouth, and tied a bandana over his mouth as a cleave gag, then tying a scarf around the head to secure all the gags. 

We were marched to the fourth nearest shed. We weren’t place in the nearest shed because David figured that it would be a piece of cake for Andrew and Donald to find us if they hid us in the most obvious place. 

The shed that we found ourselves in was the same as all the other sheds. Jerry was taken to the post, where they sat him down with his back leaning on it, and using another long piece or rope to secure him to the post. As for me, they removed my shoes and socks, and then I was hog-tied in the dirty floor, which was nothing more that a piece of linoleum spread over the dirt ground. 

They removed my gag, and resumed their interrogation. This time, Frank and Robert did most of the questioning, while David mainly watched. I remembered the last interrogation under almost identical circumstances, which gave me a feeling of déjà vu. 

“Where’s the treasure!” Frank demanded.

“I don’t know!” I lied.

“You’re lying. Tell us where it is or else!” Robert threatened.

“Or you’ll what!” I dared.

“Or this!” Robert replied, and then tickled me on the sides. I of course, laughed, and laughed. Finally, after about twenty seconds, they stopped. I was already gasping my breath from the tickling.

“Okay, now will you talk?” Frank asked.

“Okay!” I replied.

“Then talk!” Frank shot back.

“Yesterday, December 7, 1941, a date which will live in infamy, the ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!” They said talk, didn’t they, so I talked. But they didn’t seem satisfied, and they didn’t let me finish. They tickled me, more intense than ever before. Soon, I was sweating from the heat and the tickling, and thanked God when they finished.

“Don’t take us for fools! Now do that again and you’re dead meat!” Robert threatened.

“What is it I was supposed to talk about?” I asked, again playing dumb.

“All right. Just to make sure you fully understand what we mean, you will tell us the exact location of the treasure chest, or else!” David interjected.

“I won’t tell where it is!” I defiantly answered. I then braced myself for the tickle torture. And it came. For three minutes, I was tickled non-stop, and I just laughed my head off. My face was red, and my eyes in tears when they were through with me.

“Where’s the treasure!” Robert demanded.

I kept my mouth shut. Soon, I was being tickled to death. But at the middle of the tickling, David stopped the tickling.

“Stubborn, aren’t we? Well, let’s see how well Jerry stands to being tortured!” David remarked. He gagged me and then directed the two to Jerry.

Robert removed Jerry’s gag, and at once, they interrogated him.

“Where is the treasure?” Robert demanded.

“I don’t know!” Jerry lied.

“Liar! Now tell us where it is or else!” Frank threatened.

“But I don’t know where ha, ha, ha, really, ha, I don’t, ha, ha!

“Wrong answer!” Frank said and tickled Jerry. He immediately broke into laughter.

“Ha, ha, ha, okay, ha, ha, I’ll, ha, ha, tell, ha, ha, where, ha, ha, ha, where it is.” Jerry shouted. Clearly, he had enough of tickling.

“Go on, talk!” Robert encouraged.

“Okay. The treasure is located on the north side of the plateau. It is located in a hollow tree trunk of a fallen tree.” Jerry confessed, although it is obviously false.

“Good! Now, if that is not the case, then be prepared to suffer a fate worst than death!” David said. He then re-gagged Jerry and all three of them left. They figured that they might probably run into Andrew and Donald, they might as well have the numerical advantage. So all three of them left, but foolishly left our guns and backpack at the shed, taking only theirs. I decided to struggle, but for all practical purposes, it was useless. The ropes were too well tied for my struggles to have any effect to it. 

I decided to wait for whatever will happen. Jerry continued to struggle, but after a few minutes, gave up. So we waited, I hog-tied and Jerry tied to the post in shed. Well, after what seems like forever (actually only twenty minutes) - time slows down when you’re tied up - who should sneak in but Donald. He quietly entered, holding a gun in his right hand. After making sure the coast is clear, he untied us.

“Where’s Andrew?” I asked Donald.

“He’s somewhere in the plateau. We split up to find you guys! And I was the one who found you!” Donald replied.

“Let’s get out of here before they come back! They’ll fume when they learn that the treasure is not where I told them!” Jerry shouted.

But before we could leave, I was able to spot Robert and Frank through a hole in the wall. Between them is the Andrew, bound and gagged. His arms were tied behind his back, and his mouth is gagged with duct tape. Frank and Robert are all smiles, obviously enjoying their triumph.

It didn’t last long. As soon as they entered, I pointed a gun at Frank’s head, and Donald pointed a gun at Robert.

“Drop it!” Donald ordered.

Both Frank and Robert dropped their weapons. Jerry then untied Andrew.

“I knew we should have left somebody to guard you two! Or this wouldn’t have happened!” Robert complained.

“How did you find them?” Frank asked Donald.

“I just found them, that’s all!” Donald replied.

“Enough of your yapping!” I told them, and then I took a rope from Frank’s backpack, and pulled his arms behind back. I wound the rope around his wrists vertically and horizontally several times before cinching it and knotting it off. Of course, I placed the knots beyond the reach of his fingers. And I made sure the ropes on his wrists were snug, tight but not uncomfortable. When Frank tested the ropes, it held. 

I took another long piece of rope and wound it around his waist. After wrapping it several times, I cinched it and knotted it off at the back, then tied the free ends to his wrists, pinning his wrists to his waist. I then tied his upper body. Jerry did the same to his brother. Hands behind the back at the wrists, tied to the waist, and the upper body.

“Where’s David?” Donald asked.

“He’s looking for the treasure! By this time, he probably has it, and that means, we win the game!” Robert boasted.

“Oh shut up!” Andrew snapped, and then took a sock from his pocket, and shoved it up to Robert’s mouth. 

“Gag Frank too!” my brother commanded, and Jerry took a handkerchief, wadded it, and popped it into his mouth. Andrew then duct taped Robert’s mouth, while Jerry tied a bandana over Frank, cleave-gagging then tying a scarf over the bandana. Frank and Robert just kept quiet, as evidenced by the lack of mmmppphhhhsss from the two. 

“Let’s keep them in another shed. We wouldn’t want to make any easier for them than it is for us, would we? It wouldn’t be fair!” Donald sarcastically said.

“Yea, let’s do it!” Andrew agreed.

“Lead on, Andrew, lead on!” Jerry concurred.

With that, Jerry and Donald took Robert, while my brother and I took Frank. We marched them to nearby shed. In the shed, we hog-tied Frank on the floor, while we secured Robert on the post, while seating down and leaning on the post.

“What happened?” I asked Andrew.

“Well, we were on the opposite side of the plateau you were, if you remember. We decided to split about 40 minutes ago after seeing no action for a long time. So Jerry went to look for you to see if you had any luck, while I decided to explore the north side of the plateau. So I went there. And while I was exploring it, looking for anything, Robert suddenly saw me. He charged at me, but I was able to take him down. But they kept coming. Frank charged from my right side, surprising me, but I was able to shoot him. But seconds after I shot Frank, David shot me in the right side. So they won that round, tied me up, and dragged me to the shed where you were hidden. The rest is history!” Andrew narrated.

“Well what happened to you?” my brother asked me. So I narrated all that happened from the time we separated.

After the story telling, we decided to prepare for the manhunt. I took all of Frank and Robert’s guns and placed them in my backpack. I fully reloaded all my guns and placed it both in my pockets, and emptied all the contents of Frank and Robert’s bag into mine. That means that even if they escaped, they had no weapons to fight with. So we decided to split into two teams again, and to converge at the north side to try to trap David in between.

And we took off, Andrew and Jerry, and Donald and I. We went through different paths to the north to make sure that if it happens that David is coming back, there would be a greater chance for us to run into David. Well, we didn’t run into him until we reached the north part of the plateau. There we saw David having a gun battle with Andrew and Jerry. Although it wasn’t really a gun battle, since both are out of range of each other’s guns. We hid ourselves in some bushes, clutching our guns, readying for any sudden moves, and preparing an attack from the rear of David. Then our work was made easier because David soon run out of ammo (water), while Andrew and Jerry have still much more, so David decided to run. And he ran in our direction. He jumped into the bushes to prevent being hit by the water, yet he jumped into the very bushes we were hiding. He literally ran into Jerry’s arms and produced a collision no less spectacular than the collision of Robert and Angela in the previous game, although this time more harmless. Both of them fell to the ground, and both wrestled with each other, rolling on the ground. Jerry kept shouting for me to help, but I was beginning to be entertained by the fight, so I decided to wait and just interfere if and when David definitely wins. Andrew and Donald soon arrived but I managed to convince them to hold back for a bit longer. Anyway, we would still win any way this fight goes.

The struggle became a contest on who could take hold of Jerry’s gun. For although Jerry had the gun, the wrist holding the gun was held by David, so he was not able to fire into David’s face. Jerry tried to fire it at David, but David would always make that impossible. Then quite by accident, David was able to make Jerry throw his gun away, and at that moment, the fight became a contest of who will get the gun first. And both performed no better. They tried to crawl to the gun, but each would hinder each others movements, and it became a contest of physical strength. In that category, the ten-year-old David and the nine-year-old Jerry are nearly equal. Soon, David was able to grab the gun, but grabbing the gun does not necessarily mean victory, for Jerry grabbed David’s wrists and tried to pry the gun away from David’s fingers. But he was not able to do so. David then managed to fire the gun, but he was not able to aim it, and missed. Jerry then tried again to remove the gun from David’s hand, but failed.

David then pushed himself away from Jerry and managed to stand-up. He then quickly pointed the gun to Jerry, and at that point, I stepped forward and pointed my gun at David’s head, and fired. 

“Thanks for the show!” I mockingly said. David was exasperated, but like a good sport that he was, threw the hard-fought gun away, and raised his hands in surrender.

“Why the hell didn’t just shoot me so that we wouldn’t have this ridiculous fight?” David asked.

“Hey, then we wouldn’t have as much fun, would we?” Andrew replied. 

“You’re right. I could’ve just surrendered when I ran into you! But what the heck, it’s fun!” David added.

“You’re going to pay for this, Tom!” Jerry said. But it was more like a joke than a serious threat, because that’s the way it is. So Andrew gave Jerry the honors of tying-up David. Jerry pulled David’s arms behind him and tied it up good. He then tied his wrists to his waist and his upper body with rope. Jerry did it with a relish. He took a handkerchief from his pocket, and inserted it in David’s mouth. He finished by wrapping duct-tape around his head. And so with that, we won this game. 

We took him to the shed where we have kept Frank and Robert. There, we tied David to a chair, then tickled them for a while. Then we left them. Andrew then retrieved the treasure chest, and after fifteen minutes, entered the shed and showed off the treasure to the foiled treasure hunters. He boasted, and they can only groan. Then we untied them. They are all good sports, and they admitted defeat. 

The next game will be played at the house, controlled by Angela, at an unusual time. What happened in the next tie-up game? Read the next part and find out!

We played our second treasure hunt game in summer on the first Thursday of our Vermont vacation. Because of the coin toss, our teams are a little bit different than the first, but not totally. Andrew and I are still on the same team, while David and Frank are also in the same team. Only Donald, who joined our team, and Robert and Jerry, switched teams. In the game, our opponents captured Jerry and I, but were rescued by Donald. We then saved Andrew, then captured them all, thus winning that game.

We went home at about six that Thursday afternoon. Robert and Jerry had earlier got permission from their parents to sleep over. Jerry and Robert were assigned the empty room on the second floor. However, Andrew managed to maneuver Harvey and Lawrence to sleep instead so that Robert and Jerry would sleep on the third. How he did that I had no idea, for he just suddenly announced it after the fact. 

We all turned in at about ten o’clock. At least I thought we all turned in at that time. For I was looking forward to a good night’s sleep. I was still not sleepy, but I was looking forward to tomorrow’s activities, so I was eager to sleep. Finally, I fell asleep, and to all indications, so did Frank and Barney. But it was not to be. For in the middle of the night, I was awoken by none other than Angela. She was wearing her pink nightgown - the very gown she wore at her initiation last Spring, and she was barefoot. Her hair was tied to a ponytail at the back, although it was not as fixed as she would like it to be.

“What time is it?” I asked, and then looked at the clock. It was eleven.

Angela put her finger on her lips, and said sssshhhhh. 

“Wake up. We have a game to play!” She whispered. 

“At this hour? Can’t it wait?” I yawningly asked. 

“NO! Now wake up right this minute, and wake Frank too! But be quiet. I don’t want to wake Barney!” I was intimidated by her voice, even though it is whispered. I immediately woke Frank.

“What is it?” Frank asked.

“Angela’s up to something!” I replied.

“You woke me up for that!” Frank shot back.

“Just shut up and rise. And be quiet. We wouldn’t want to wake the dead, you know!” I replied.

“And boys, bring your ropes, cloth and duct tape too!” Angela added.

Frank and I looked at each other. We immediately caught on to what she had planned. We then eagerly but quietly took all our needed supplies, and then followed her.

“How about Donald?” Frank asked.

“You two wake him up. I want us in full strength when we attack!” Angela told us. 

Frank and I then went to the room where Donald is sleeping. We quietly approached him, for we don’t want to wake up Henry and Ben, his roommates. I woke him up.

“What (yawn) now?” Donald asked with eyes half open.

“Get up. We have a game!” I told him

“At this hour?” Donald asked.

“Yes, at this hour! Now hurry up and be quiet about it! We don’t want Henry and Ben to wake up.” Frank quietly told him. Donald then woke-up, although, like Frank and I, were still sleepy. Donald then quietly took his bundle of ropes and duct tape, and then followed us. Angela was waiting at the door. 

We followed her until she led us to the door where David, John and Andrew are sleeping. We quietly opened the door, and sneaked in toward the two sleeping boys. Andrew is sleeping in the bed, while John is sleeping in the second story of the double bed. David was sleeping on the foldout bed. Angela and I approached my brother, while Frank and Donald took care of David.

Our first priority is to keep them quiet, so it is obvious that the gag would come first. Andrew’s mouth is partially open, and we carefully opened it wide enough for a sock. Angela took out from her pocket a huge sock, and carefully wadded it. Then, at a split second, in conjunction with Frank, who also had prepared a gag, Angela popped into Andrew’s mouth the sock, while Frank inserted his sock into David’s mouth. Then I quickly duct taped his mouth in order to prevent him from spitting the sock out, while Donald did the same to David. The sound of the ripping duct tape woke them, but they were still drowsy to know what was going on and act on it. We then flipped them over to their stomachs. I then pulled Andrew’s arms behind him, and Angela took a rope and began to expertly tie his wrists. Andrew, who now was fully awake, tried to struggle but I sat on his back and firmly held his arms. Angela finally cinched and knotted the ropes, and I relaxed my grip on his arms. Andrew struggled still. But Angela’s ropes held. And the gag was so effective that his mmmpphhhss can barely be heard at all. 

Frank and Donald also are having as much success with David as Angela and I are having over Andrew. David’s wrists are already tied behind him, and after that, both of them are at our mercy. We then hog-tied both of them at their beds, and left both of them in the room in order to deal with Robert and Jerry. And we managed to do all of that with very little sound.

We then sneaked into Robert and Jerry’s room. Both of them are already fast asleep. Robert is sleeping in the first story of the double bed, while his younger brother is sleeping on the second. We walked towards Robert, and Angela prepared a gag. Then, without warning, she pressed Robert’s cheeks so that he’s mouth will open, and inserted the sock in it. That woke Robert, but it didn’t do him much good. We all held him, and Angela clamped her hand over his mouth, which prevented him from spitting out the gag and warning Jerry, who was fast asleep. 

I then prepared the duct tape as quietly as I possibly can, then duct taped Robert’s mouth with it. And the gag was very effective. The sounds coming from Robert is very faint indeed, ensuring that he would not wake Jerry. Now that that problem has been taken care of, we then proceeded to tying up Jerry. We flipped him over to his stomach, and Frank pulled his arms behind him. Donald and I kept him pinned to the bed while Angela wrapped the rope around his wrists. After securing his wrists, we made him stand-up, and I tied a rope around his waist. After wrapping it several times, I cinched it and knotted it off, then tied the free ends to the wrists, pinning his wrists to his body. I then tied his upper body, further pinning his arms to his body. We made him lie again on his bed on his stomach, where I tied his crossed ankles. I then took another length of rope, tied one end of it to his ankles, and the other end of it to his wrists, hog-tying him. 

After taking care of Robert, we focused our attention to Jerry. Now that we have Robert secured, we have no fear of Jerry making noise to warn anybody. Frank went up the second story and woke Jerry.

“What time is it?” Jerry asked.

“Just go down! I’ve got something to show you.” Frank quietly replied.

“What is it?” Jerry yawningly replied.

“It’s a surprise. Just come down!” Frank said.

“Okay, but it better be good!” Jerry responded

“Oh it is! It is!” Frank asserted.

So Jerry went down the bed. He saw us all, and thought that was the surprise Frank was talking about.

“Hi guys. What’s the surprise?” Jerry innocently asked.

“Looked behind you!” Angela commanded.

Jerry looked behind and saw his brother hog-tied in his bed. He was thoroughly surprised, to say the least.

“Th-h-h-h-at’s the (yawn) surprmmmmppppphhhhh!” Angela, while Jerry is looking at his brother, popped the sock to Jerry’s mouth. Jerry did not release it. He seemed to have accepted his fate. Jerry placed his arms behind him to present it for tying.

“No, turn around and place your hands in front!” Angela told him. Now that confused Robert, for it is the norm for us to have hands tied at the back. But, after some hesitation, he happily turned around and presented his hands - in front - to be tied by Angela. Angela took a piece of rope, and tied his wrists snugly, and tightly. She then took another length of rope, tied one end of it to Donald’s bound wrist, while she gave the other end to Frank. It kinda served as a leash.

Frank apparently knew what Angela wanted to happen, even if Angela didn’t say a word to him, for he then led Jerry to the closet. There, he placed the clothes at the sides, leaving the center empty for Jerry. There, Frank placed Jerry, flung the leash over the iron bar overhead, then pulled till Jerry is nearly standing on his post. Then he tied the other end to his waist.

After securing Jerry, Angela motioned us to follow her outside. I had no idea what she was up to this time, but we followed her nonetheless. 

“Where are we going?” I asked once we were outside.

“To Andy’s room. Let’s keep those two in Robert and Jerry’s room.” Angela replied.

“But why?” Donald asked.

“Because I’m worried that John might wake and free those two, and we’ll be in big trouble!” Angela warned.

That made sense. So we entered their rooms. What we saw just confirmed Angela’s suspicions. Andrew and David tried making as much noise as they can, but fortunately for us, the gag worked so well that the sounds coming from the two didn’t disturb John one bit. They were still hog-tied in their beds, and as helpless as before. We removed their hog-ties, and we made them stand. Angela took a long piece of rope, wrapped it around Andrew’s waist several times, cinched it and knotted it off, and as before, Angela took the loose ends and tied it to the wrists. She then tied his upper body with rope, further pinning his arms to his sides. Angela then finished by taking a length of rope, and tied one end of it to the waist to serve as a leash. Donald did the same thing to David. 

We then marched them out of the room, and into Robert and Jerry’s room. They gave no resistance, and just sheepishly followed us. After all, even if they resist, what good would that do? And when they saw Robert hog-tied in the bed, and Jerry tied in the closet, they seemed not surprised at all. I guess when you’ve been playing tie-up games for three months now and almost non-stop, you’ve come to expect these things to happen. What is surprising to them, as well as the rest of us boys, is the timing of the game. We never played at the middle of the night before, and so this was just the first. Angela again outdid herself in our games, and in the process she became, for all practical purposes, the de facto leader of our team, even though Andrew still is the de facto leader of the entire group. But nobody, even Angela herself, admitted it. It was just a plain fact when you look at it some thirty-six years later. She initiated the first night attack in our games. And it may be the first, but it sure ain’t the last!

When we arrived at the room, we sat David to the chair, and tied his upper body to the backrest with rope. The ropes were secure enough that they pinned him to the chair. And his feet were tied to a chair leg, further immobilizing them. Andrew was made to stand against one of the bedposts. We then wrapped rope around him and the bedposts. We started from his shoulders down to his waist, and knotted it at front. We didn’t bother tying his feet or legs, anyway, in his position, what good would are his legs? And so, having tied them up, we drew back and admired our handiwork.

“What now?” Donald asked.

“What else? But tickle time!” Angela replied.

With that, we began the tickle torture. We tickled them at the feet (they were all barefoot), the stomach, the ribs and the sides. They were soon laughing their heads off. They laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and shouted, shouted and shouted, which came out through the gag as faint mmmppphhhhsssss. We tickled and tickled, but of course, we gave the customary 2-3 minute breaks. We tickled them for thirty minutes. 

After the tickling, we left the room to wait out the half-hour. We played chess, and various board games to pass the time. After thirty minutes, we came back to untie them. But of course, we boasted first.

“Face it, you’ll never win in the future against us!” I boasted.

“Yea. How many times have you won in the last three games?” Frank mockingly asked. “But only zero games!” 

Our boasting was interrupted when we heard a more frightening sound. We heard footsteps going up the stairs. We listened, and it was obvious that it was the footsteps not of any kid, but of an adult. It was panic time. The adults don’t normally object to us playing tie-up games, but to be running around playing around at the middle the night (it was now twelve-thirty) is different. So we hurriedly untied David, Andrew, Robert and Jerry and hid our tying supplies under the bed. We then started to hurry towards our room.

But it was too late. The door opened the door and Mom caught as all in the act. Luckily, we were all completely untied and the ropes hidden. But still, we were caught playing around in the middle of the night. Mom’s blue eyes showed anger, and she showed it when she scolded us and gave us a short but terrifying sermon. She told us that nine and ten year old boys and girls should be asleep at this ungodly hour. She especially directed it at Andrew and me. After all, we were her sons. She then enumerated the ill effects of having lack of sleep and the benefits of good sleep. She then warned us the next time she caught us playing around in the middle of the night. She then led to each of our rooms, and watched us to our beds and closed the lights. 

Well, not much was lost. We won our third game in a row, our seventh total win. But they had won fifteen games in all, and it would be hard to beat. But, considering Angela, maybe that was not such a hard thing after all. And that game would be the last game for a long time, a week to be exact.

The next game was played in the house. And it was not our usual games. What is it? Read the next part and find out!

I am not everyone. I can say that in my 57 years I have never had any sexual contact with a man. And I can say that for most of those years I have had thoughts of "if it was the right man" but it still never happened. I see no reason anyone should worry about their own sexuality because of such activities. Also in that time, I have had two wives, two long term live lovers and six or so other sexual relationships, all with women. So if you are young and concerned, forget it. 
In my experience what does not ring true in these stories is the "forced" aspect of them. That aspect seems to me added to overcome the social embarrassment of admitting to the natural curiosity about the experience. In most of my relationships, one way or another, the idea of "wouldn't it be fun to switch bodies while making love" has come up. And I won't go any further by the rules of this group. 

BTW: for those who asked, I have tried to remember more about my childhood experiences and will get around to posting what I remember. The disappointing side is I can't remember enough of any one event to make a story of it even with gross artistic license.
 

Clarification. Her parents both worked even back in those days and my mother sort of babysat. I do not remember why I was sent to the neighbor's house rather than it being in our house.

After that I was prohibited from playing TUGs while in her house and I remember we did not. I do remember playing dress-up games. Mothers are often too smart for their own good. TUGs were then only outdoors in the neighborhood or among the kids when the families got together. I cannot recall any case where it was not part of cowboys and indians or cops and robbers. The outdoor and family gathering situations prevented exchanging clothes but games involving tying up are all that I can remember other than standard sports and board and card games. It usually worked its way into tag if the game went on long enough. It was almost an essential of all games if girls were involved. I cannot remember one case of TUGs boys only although it did happen without the game context but not very much. "Lets see if we can make him cry" sort of thing. Children are inherently uncivilized. 

Given that no matter what is done in a TUG as long as it involves boys and girls is intrinsicly hetero. Even if it is both boys is it the right boy? And if you are really concerned about being gay? Why? Do a google search on gay and support groups and relax. You have not changed. 

Be happy with yourself. You are the only person you truly have.

I would agree with what you said about that radical funkie. Yea, he has simple literacy(meaning he can read and write), but he has not functional literacy (you know what I mean) at all by the way you talked about him. 

To Canuck. This is off topic, so I wouldn't be a bit offended if this get's erased.

The first problem is most people have move their jaw back and forth to a degree that any cleave gag has to hurt like hell not to be removable by moving the jaw. And with a simple cleave gag, the only thing the gagee cannot do is sing. The problem with the cleave gag it bends right where you want to bend it, where you can push it over the jaw and work it down. Also it is most always cloth so there will be give in the knot. 

Generic effectiveness is with a strap and buckle so there is no knot to give and something like a ball in the mouth or a straight rod across the mouth -- a bit gag. While both are effective, the bit is like the cleave the only thing you can't do is sing and it hurts if that tight. The ball gag has the right property of filling the mouth and permitting out on the sound that can come through the teeth. It does not have to tight enough to hurt to be effective. So a comfortable, long wear bit gag should be used to hold in packing and tied well short of the painful point.

There are plenty of ways to make a ball gag other than buying one and if the ball is large enough it can be tied not needing a belt and buckle. Wrap a sock or scarf around the center of another scarf is one. Make a knot near the center of a stocking, stuff cloth into it and knot the other side of the stuffing and stuff it into the offending mouth. 

A knot in the center of a common scarf is a joke. You have to start with at least a wool neck scarf sold in place which has very cold winters. A knot in that will have bulk. But the knot behind the head will have a huge amount of give. 

Any form of ball gag can be used to hold in mouth packing. Packing is not as important but it has a certain sensuality about it. As the jaw is stretched open with a ball gag a thick over gag can provide silence and cannot be easily dislogdged because the jaw cannot move much. An over gag and packing is over kill.

As to duct tape, someone tell me about it. I have tried it on myself and I pull it loose just by opening my mouth without effort. Maybe I have a strong jaw. I have tried it immediately after two consecutive close shaves just to test it. Same results. I have tried different brands of duct tape with the same result. I have tried every kind of tape carried in drug stores with the same disappointing result. What am I doing wrong? Or are the tape gag folks making it up? 
 

Take one large handkerchief or common scarf. Wrap once around offered limbs, make one quarter turn and bring back between the offered limbs, pull snug and cinch tightly. It is comfortable and secure. It takes ten seconds with a cooperative tie-ee. With rope, more loops around before the cinch for comfort. 

The best position for arms is behind the back, wrists together, palms outward. Do the cinch above but runs some loose turns from the wrists between both thumbs back to wrists and between both little fingers so the wrists cannot get palm to palm. This also disorients hand coordination should knots be in reach. 

Palm to palm is the second best and faster but always do the elbows even if only a little bit close together. Always add a rope around the back, under the armpits, crossed in front, over the shoulders and back to the elbow rope pulling it up and tight so it cannot slip down and off. 

The job of the tie-er is to make the tie-ee feel (or really be, depending upon the game) completely helpless. A dirty job but someone has to do it and the better you do the better will be your turn. So ankles and knees of course. Above the knees is traditional and sufficient. Tying the toes is the simplest total helplessness. Short of mummification the next ropes are around the insteps below the knees and mid-thigh. These are more decorative and mood setting than necessary to helplessness.

At even the simplest level, a hogtie is effective wherever the rope is added. A rope through the back of the gag to the feet is a nice addition, the head is pulled up and the gag is tighter and makes the tie-ee try to bend more to relief the strain and discourages relaxing against the ropes.

Pain is not the goal so never cinch a knee tie before adding a hogtie. The muscles will expand against the rope and hurt. Cinch after the hogtie. But after a hogtie it will likely be so tight a cinch will not add to the experience.

Blindfolds as most always shown rub off very easily. The knot of a blindfold should be tied down around the back of the neck where the gag is tied. That way it cannot be worked up off the top of the head. 

Any questions? 
 

When I intend to insult I do so. 

Fact is, you had to know what he was trying to say before you could make sense of what he posted. If you took it as written without knowing what he intended it did not make any sense at all and thus he is functionally illiterate. If he was unqualified illiterate you are correct. 

He was able to write but was unable to convey any rational meaning with his words if they were permitted to stand alone. 

With Love,
Princess Garnet

As for duct tape on the mouth, I find it most amusing to see so called models with a strip of duct tape over their mouth as a gag. This is pure cosmetic and is of little use. All you need do is get the adhesive wet and push it out. One method - and again playing safe should be used - is to partly put a sock in the mouth, not too deep that it might create a gag reflex and then put the duct tape on. Unless you can wrap it around the neck and wind it around a few times you can cut shorter pieces and start at under the nose and go to under the chin. One additional feature might be a spandex hood over this which will also accept addtional duct tape. We usually "tab" the end of the duct tape which permits a rather quick release. If you wrap more duct tape over the mouth area and even under the chin and over the head that will further secure the mouth. Again, "tab" the end of the tape for a quick release. My hood has a mouth opening which we place over the nose to ensure breathing. And, of course, anytime a bottom is well gagged the top should always be within "lunge" distance in case the bottom starts grunting out a safe code. We also use an object that the bottom can hold in his or her hand like a key chain that can be rattled.

There is, to my knowledge, any specific brand of duct tape that is better than any other. If the adhesive is too strong you could also run into additional problems. As a rule if you peel off the tape the entire tape will come off rather than one strip at a time. I have heard that gaffer's tape used in theater products works well but haven't yet found a source for it.

Hope this helps!

K.

You mean when you were a kid, it was common for boys and girls to tie each other up? I wish I had that aspect of your childhood! Other posters have said that boys and girls didn't get along, and some, like Tom Ford (or even Richard UK) said that boys who tied each other up actually viewed girls as too "weak" to take part!! So much for near-exclusive hetero tie-up games!

I remember as a kid tying girls to a pole with jumprope in the school playground. I was befuddled that other boys wanted to do it to me (I didn't give them a chance), because after all, I was not a girl! I already knew, even at age 8, that I was attracted to girls. I was surprised to find that so many other kids viewed this as just foreign.

Well, I'll drop ye a line soon enough. These stories are very good. It sucks no-one here likes being tied up in ol southern USA...

And damp does not result in desert mouth so is comfortable from the beginning. Give it a try and see.
 

Also something to cut anything quickly should be on hand. Walgreen carries shears from China with a picture on the box showing it cutting a tin can for $3 US. It has blunt tips and one serrated cutting edge. It is stainless steel, made in China, and marked AUTOCLAVE on the handle so appears to be surgical scissors made there. If someone gets a tape gag to work, this could be safely forced under it without harming the skin to cut it free. It is strong enough to cut thick nylon rope. A cheap investment in great safety and cheap enough to keep a couple around the home for other uses. (I own no stock in the People's Republic of China, ;)

As to getting tape wet, I have tried not trying to get it off and in short order I sweat under it so there it no effort to get it wet. I agree to it being good for binding if stuck to itself and no inherently uncomfortable so if wrapped around the head over an open mouth holding in packing it would be effective. If only tape would work. 
 

Now back to our regularly scheduled mayhem.
 

We were in a cabin up in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania, the whole lot of us. It was a Friday night, and we were spending a 5 day weekend in the mountains, just for spite. The girls decided on Friday night to have some bondage fun. We were in the kitchen, the boys in our boxers, the girls stil clothed, getting ready for a night of cards. The girls had set it all up and we should of thought something was up, but it was the first night and nothing was expected. First they drugged all of the boys' drinks with doses of nyquil, and when drinking Cherry Pepsi, you do not notice. These must have been heavy doses because we were out cold for a few hours. When we woke, we were all hanging upside down like bats from the beamers in the living room, mummified from our gagged mouths to our toes. Lots of mmmmmmmppphhhhing and squirming did us nothing, until the rest of the dosage of the Nyquil kicked in, we all passed out again for the rest of the night. The most fearful thoughts went through my mind when i woke up the next morning. I was still completely mummified in the duct tape form the previous night, but placed the wrong way into a huge sleeping bag. This sleeping bag was layered in about 8 different spots and movemen was impossible. The sleeping bag was then placed into a different huge black garbage bag, this was also duct taped closed many times. I was then hung from a beamer upside down in the basement by the strings of the sleeping bag and the garbage bag ties. 

My friends didnt get out of it easy either. My friend Barry was straightjacketed and duct taped from the waist down and hung in the closet next to me upside down. Alan remained taped, but was placed into a foldup bed which was closed up, so just his feet and head stuck out. I felt the worse for my friends Colum, Ryan, and Jim. They were placed in a huge sleeping bag while placed in straightjackets and duct taped from the waist down. Then they were all mummified together in duct tape, as the sleeping bag was closed up. This sleeping bag was placed into another sleeping bag, which was tied closed as tight as it could go. This sleeping bag contraption was then thrown onto a bed where it was roped around so the three were stuck on the bed unable to move.

We remained in our uncomfortable settings until Sunday afternoon, which is when we were released finally. Never again did we allow the girls to trick us, but the boys did have revenge.

Please post feedback. 

John

PS: If anybody lives in the New York Metropolitan Area and would not mind trying to pull something like this on me alone again, please e-mail. No one in my area like bondaging. So i am realy bored. 

Either way, if you got them back, I'd love to hear about it. Did you get them back just as bad?

Did you read my comments posted before?

As a bonus it comes in double wide varieties (about 4.5 inches wide) and a variety of colors. Its also easily stolen from community theatres, my favorite way of acquiring it :-)

- long time lurker, first time poster, couldn't resist the urge to talk about Gaff tape;
your friendly neighborhood techie

Yes, All shall vote KUJA for best video game chap oof all time!

All Your Bondage Are Belong To Us...

When I was 15 have assisted to an encampment in the course of the year of summer. Every was here a lot of the pranks, I have usually pulls them to you, this time one of the counselers was not a old girl of the university from 20 years called Marta. Useless in order to say I have had a crushing on this graceful girl and more old and naturally on the 4 girls of 15 years in its cabin.

Well a night that I was working around with the types that pull the pranks when I have felt to laugh from the shack of the girls, so as to I have exceeded and peeked to half of open error of door. Big! Accidently I have pushed the hatch and they have seen it, naturally them of the Marta obtain it! Therefore trying I have not left them to drag them in not knowing that what was Marta following then has decided it was the prisoner of war of the shack and that one I would have to be maintained from trouble.

"How" the girls asked have held it to the bay, "than Petros we will tie it". We have said while they have encouraged its idea over, no sense urlat but quickly the girls have been made one of the girls hands from have forced it here in a chair and the Marta she has legacy my hands and the feet of tightly.

I naturally have appreciate it little but soon I have realized it I could not escape. After some minute I had completely in order to limit to the chair and hour I was cause upset I was to obtain the out! "I cannot always hold its mouth in order that the girl has said like has admired work."

Marta has had me hardly the thing here for, has raised opened my mouth and forced in a bandana an other around to my mouth, the ahe has said "Here", "We go roast girls of some marshmellows" has said and on the left me! Finally an hour more subsequently has returned and freed and when the types have asked where I had been naturally are found to me and the saying has gone for one long screw!

anyway, glad to hear that he 'has gone for one long screw!' 

I didn't understand it all (it has the look of a machine-translated story), but I got the general idea of what was going on.

That stuff can start making you itch like crazy; an absolutely agonizing situation if you're tied up.

As the science type I am I have speculated on the reason bondage is a popular kink. In my growing up days ( by the current categories ) every action/adventure and western series had at least one tie up per month. I have watched the few 50s series that are replayed, like Superman, and the tie up scenes are abbrieviated or cut entirely as best I can remember. I also remember that around 1970 the nascent feminist movement announced it was soft porn and it nearly disappeared for another decade. 

That said, why is a tied up women more attractive? All the mating rituals of mammals and even birds include some point where the female feigns vulnerability. In the human the female will expose here neck and some point later will walk like she has a problem walking. My last live in could not fix her windows 3.1 problem. It was a year later that I discovered how she had deliberately screwed it up to get my help.

What is more vulnerable than a tied up woman? But also permitting to be tied up is an admission of wanting to attract the tie-er. And in this guestbook being attractive does not mean agreeing to any form of sex. Rather it is a body contact form of the ritual. It is more natural before selecting sex partners is the immediate objective as in our sexually repressed society. (I do not mean repressed in a negative sense simply that we cannot have marriages at age 13 due to our society. People normally married in their early teens when education was not important.) 

And the vulnerability aspect, as I raced to fix my future lover's computer, so also is the damsel in distress saved. And she fell into his arms ... it is a natural and common theme. 

If anyone is interested, to tie (pun) this in to wearing women's clothes, if wearing a little black dress to a cocktail party would guarantee the women there would try to get into my panties I can assure you all the men would be wearing little black dresses. Women can have sex any time they want just by saying yes. But if you were a women you would not be saying yes every day. 

For all these stories it is only the mid teen ones which have an interest and the sex side of it is off topic here. The pre-teen stuff is where 90% of my experience was and was as nasty as children can be. It is only erotic in the memory. Your mileage will vary. 

It was far from unnatural as normal TV had had close to one damsel in distress per week and usually two or three. As the first TV generation, what was saw was real life. We were only imitating it. 

But is hasn't died out completely. The daughter of my live in of about ten years ago saw the ropes in our bedroom and told her mother that is I tied her up as the boys in the neighborhood tied her to the tree. I never saw that nor the tree but at age ten she was enthusiastic on the idea. 
 

You are certainly right. 

And it is inevitable that homicides are going to result from this forum if they haven't already.

The enormous number of people participating in this group who have never had the responsibility to learn to read and write also do not have the responsibility to take any precautions for safety.

Canuck needs to make sure that powerful warnings are continually given, or he will share in the moral responsibility when they happen.

Almost all of the posts are of sadistic nature, here (no concern for enjoyment and safety of the tied person) rather than loving nature (which is deliberately banned, here) (note from Canuck: what?  on the contrary. Are you sure you read the same stories we did?  Anyway), which inherently centers on care for the tied person.

On The last day of School In 8th grade I was invited to a graduation party Right after school I walked To my Friend Jenifer's House (thats where the party was) To help prepare for the party Her parents Wouldnt let her throw a party but they were visiting some people they knew.I got there at around 2:00 and jen let me in. We put the streamers up and got the snacks ready. She told me If I was going to help I would have to stay after the party to clean up. I agreed and
she sent some kind of eye contact to one of the other girls
I didnt think it was much. My friend Don came over at around 3:30 to help (we did not Know what we were getting into)
There Were 4 girls and 2 boys Back to the story.
At around 5:00 Invited People started arriving. We had music 
and snacks and other party stuff so we partyed till about 9:00 When Everyone left Me,Ben,Jen,Jackie,Lisa and Vikki 
Started to clean up. We all had Big yellow Latex golves on
These gave me a fetish feeling like bondage did. We cleaned 
up and Jackie and Vikki left The 2 remaining Girls Decided To make their move As I was Opening the door to leave Jen Grabbed My arms and held them behind my back while lisa held my mouth shut with her hand They Brought Me upstairs and Stripped me to my boxers then they shoved me into a bathroom They told me I would Find New Clothes to wear they Said if I didnt Wear Them they Would Destroy my regular clothes so I looked around hten i looked under the sink and saw 2 duffle bags I opened the fist one. In it was as follows:Black Bra, Black Panties, Skin Tight Pantyhose Black Leather Skirt, White Bodyshirt (the kind that attaches to skirt)and Bucking Platform Shoes First I took off my boxers And put on the panties I put the bra on and slid the pantyhose up my legs.
I put The bodyshirt on And Pulled the skirt up I attached the bodyshirt to the skirt And finally I put on the shoes
once I opened the bathroom door they started to laugh at me histerically. I was embarrassed. After The laghing and teasing they told me my clothes were hidden and I had to go along with what they were going to do to me to get them back
so I let them. Jen Came up to me with another pair of panties and stuffed them into my mouth lisa wrapped duct tape around my head so I couldnt Spit It out they then Tied me spread eagle to the bed posts Ben Was downstairs in the other bathroom. They left me there and went to get Ben.After about 10 minutes they did to ben the same they did to me After another 15 minutes Ben came out of the bathroom in the same "Outfit" as me they brought him into the room where i was and he saw me I was embarassed again he looked embarassed too.They tied him spread eagle onto another bed
They told us it was tickle time and they walked up to us and put us through hell for an hour with 1-2 minute breaks After the tickling they untied us and ungaged us But didnt let us take the outfits off They Called are parents and faked our voices to make us sleep over there plan worked. We had to sleep in these "Outfits" We Watched tv till 10 in outfits and went to sleep The Next morning We woke up with our regular clothes next to us so we went into bathrooms and changed The only Problem was our boxers were gone (cut up and thrown away) They told us we had more boxers at home and told us to keep the panties as a way to remember I still have the panties to this day and looking at them this morning inspired me to post the story 
I had more incedents but those are for later
THE END
MORE TO COME!!!

The last tie-up game occurred in the first Thursday of the first week on our vacation. It occurred at about eleven in the evening, when we were all supposed to be asleep. Angela started the game, and we managed to capture all four of our opponents. But although we won, we were caught by Mom, who scolded us and sent us back to our beds.

Well, that was the last tie-up games we played for a week. We have been playing non-stop for a total of six days. From Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday of our first week, there was at least one tie up game. And in Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, there are two. And so, it there was a silent agreement among us not to play any tie-up games for a long time. We spent week having just plain fun. We swam the lake, further explored the farm and the mountain, we played in the house and in our neighbors homes as well, we went to town and watched movies, we visited our neighbors (which is one of the most boring things we did in summer, unless of course they had kids our age) and all normal stuff. We considered tie-up games normal, but none of us started one. But all in all, we had fun even if we didn’t tie each other up. Even when we were alone, we played other things, like monopoly, chess, checkers, other board games, and we just watched movies and (at least for Andrew and me) read books. Perhaps one reason we didn’t play as much as we want to is the presence of eight-year-olds and below who always hang out with us whenever possible.

In one such occasion, on the next Friday, the Friday of the second week of our stay, afternoon, were we alone at our house. The adults took the younger brats on another visit to the neighbors. Us ‘older kids’ managed to convince our parents not to bring us along, using every trick in the book and every conceivable argument. So it was that Barney, John, Harvey, Lawrence, Betty, Henry, Ben, Nancy, Maggie and Cathy were dragged along with the adults, while Andrew, Angela, Robert, David, Jerry, Frank, Donald and I. My older tried to maneuver Angela to be dragged along with the adults, but Angela, although preferring the company of fellow girls like Betty, Cathy and Nancy, was loathe to go to another visit to boring neighbors. Besides, she wouldn’t want to be beaten by Andrew again on this count, would she? So she skillfully managed to outflank Andrew’s machinations and she stayed with us as a result.

Once we were alone, we did our usual things. Andrew and I played chess, checkers and other board games, Angela watched TV, Frank and Jerry played outside while Robert and Donald played in the house, occasionally joining us in some of our board games and even going outside, but soon we all got board. We decided to play another tie-up game.

“What game?” Donald asked.

“Cops and Robbers!” Andrew said.

“But what are the rules?” Jerry asked.

“Well, I don’t know. We’ll have to make it up! I think the cops would try to catch the robbers who robbed the bank, I think!” Andrew replied.

Of course, everybody understood how to play the game. Basically, the robber will rob a bank, and the cops will try to catch the robbers. The robbers will win if they get away and managed to kill all the robbers, or if the cops caught or killed the robbers. You get killed if you get hit by the water gun. However we amended the rules so that if you get hit, you immediately become the prisoners of the one who hit you. Now, the presence of a girl in our group encouraged us to make an innovation.

“What if we have a bank teller, the one whom the robber robs?” Jerry brilliantly suggested.

“Great idea!” Frank replied. “Who should the teller be?” 

“Angela of course!” Andrew suggested.

“Why me?” Angela innocently asked.

“Because you’re a girl!” I replied.

“Why you!” she then made a verbal tirade on the unfairness of it all.

“Well, since we are in a democracy, let’s decide by majority rule!” Andrew suggested. “Write the names of the person you want to be the teller and whoever got 5 votes or more will become teller. Is that clear?” Angela hesitated, but finally acquiesced. Andrew took a piece of paper, tore it into eight parts, and gave one to each. He also took three ballpoint pens with black ink. He gave Robert and me a pen each and he took the other one. We will pass the pens to the others when we finished. And so we voted. I wrote Angela on the piece of paper and rolled it, then passed the pen to Frank. After that, Andrew took all the pieces of paper, and counted the votes. The results are as follows:

Andrew - 1 vote
Jerry - 1 vote
Angela - 6 votes

And so Angela reluctantly became the bank teller, while the cops and robbers were chosen by coin toss. The heads would be the cops while the tails would be the robbers. The cops and robbers were as follows:

David - tails - robber
Tom - tails - robber
Jerry - heads - cop
Frank - heads - cop
Robert - tails - robber
Donald - tails - robber
Andrew - heads - cop

So it was that David, Robert, Donald and I were the robbers, while Andrew, Frank and Jerry are the cops. It was the first time David and I were on the same team at any tie-up game.

We gave Angela the monopoly play money to serve as the cash, and we made a mini bank of the kitchen. The third floor and the attic would be the robbers hide away, while the basement would serve as a prison and police headquarters. The first floor and the second would be open ground, and this is where most of the gun battles took place. And so we prepared ourselves for the game. I packed my backpack with water guns, rope, duct tape and cloth. Robert and Donald packed the same thing, while David added an empty bag to which to place the money. 

It was now one thirty in the afternoon. According to the rules, we have to rob the bank first before the cops could catch us. So we approached the ‘bank’, the living room, where Angela has stacked the table with money. Angela wore a white blouse, and a gray skirt reaching to her ankles. I sat across the table.

“Can I help you sir?” Angela, playing the part of the bank teller, said.

“Give me the money!” I demanded.

“And your account is…” Angela asked.

“This is my account!” I shouted and pointed the gun at her head. “Now, if you want to live, give me the money!”

“Please don’t hurt me. I have kids and they depend on me. Please, please. Take all the money, just leave me alone!” Angela could have won an academy award for her acting. I was thrown off guard. Her acting looks very convincing. 

“Just put the money in this bag!” David said, who after noticing my inaction and slowness stepped forward and took over. Angela took the bag and filled it with money, and gave it back.

“No. All the money. Not just the money on the table!” David commanded. Angela did as she was told and took all the money and put it in David’s bag. 

“Now step over here so we can tie you up!” David commanded.

“Do I have to?” Angela pleaded.

“We wouldn’t want you to call the cops, would we?” David said. “Tie her up boys!”

She reluctantly let us tie her up. Robert pulled her arms behind her while Donald tied her wrists behind her back. He wrapped the rope several times vertically and horizontally then cinched it and knotted it off. The ropes were snug, and tight, though it was not uncomfortable. She jerked and struggled, but the ropes on her held. Her acting was so convincing that David broke out of his character and asked her if she was all right.

Her expression changed, and called us cowards and dared us to do our worst. Well, that did it. She resumed her character, and even while they were tying her arms. I took out a large handkerchief, and suddenly shoved it up her mouth. She was thoroughly surprised and unprepared. That was our revenge for her words. I clamped my hand over her mouth to prevent her from spitting it out. David was especially teed off that he unmercifully duct taped her mouth and wrapped it around her hair, several times, but he did it carefully making sure that the tape would do the least damage to her red hair. Meanwhile, Robert tied her upper body, further pinning her arms to her sides, and Donald wound rope around her waist several times, knotted it off, then tied the loose ends to her wrists.

“Tie her legs too!” David said.

“Hold it! Why don’t we take her as a hostage?” Robert suggested. 

“Okay! Tom, take her and hold her!” David suggested. I was a little gentle in handling Angela. I wouldn’t want to hurt her, you know. So held her wrists, and pushed her forward. Up to this point everything has gone according to plan, and there was no hitches. But then, things began to go wrong. As soon as we stepped out of the living room, the cops attacked us. Thinking fast, I grabbed Angela, wrapped my left arms around her neck (although not too tight) and pointed my gun at her head with my gun.

“Don’t shoot, if you don’t want her to die!” I shouted.

That stopped the cops. The only difference between the cops and robbers is the fake police badge each of them is wearing. Andrew, Jerry and Frank continued to point their guns at us, however.

“Drop you weapons! Or she’s dead!” David reiterated the threat. 

“No. Release her, and give up. Then you can explain yourself to the judge!” Frank shot back.

“If you want her alive, drop your weapons at three. One…” I shouted

The cops held firm and refused to budge.

“Two…” David continued.

“Okay, okay! Drop your guns!” Andrew finally gave in and let us escapes. We then proceeded to our ‘hideout’ at the third floor, our eyes carefully eyeing the cops, dragging Angela along. We reached the third floor, but then the cops, who quietly followed us, attacked again. We ran into my room, but Donald, who was in the rear, was hit, and was captured by the cops as a result.

When we arrived at my room, we hog-tied Angela in the bed while we planned our next move. Angela for her part, struggled, while David, Robert and I watched. Then, we got down to business.

“Is the coast clear?” David asked. Robert then went and looked out the door. 

“Coast’s clear!” Robert announced when he came back.

“Okay. I would go down and try to rescue Donald! Robert, come with me. Tom, guard the money and the hostage!” David commanded. I was more than happy to obey. Although I prefer to go down and face the cops, I didn’t mind guarding a helpless captive. Besides, Angela’s struggling and mmmppphhhhsss have become very entertaining. Both of them soon left, and I proceeded to guard the captive. She mmmpphhhh a lot, and struggled. I watched her, and when she saw that I was watching her, she gave me an icy stare, which seems to tell, “Do you mind?” But I just watched, and her look became more murderous. 

After a few minutes, I became bored and decided to have fun at her expense. I approached her and removed her shoes and socks. She soon realized what I intended to do and mmmpphhhh a lot, saying something like “Don’t you dare!” It has been a long time since I tickled her while tied up, the last time during her initiation last spring. So I tickled her at her feet and her sides. She soon burst out laughing, which her gag muffled. She struggled and struggled and struggled, trying to avoid the grasps of my fingers. But it did no good. She was hog-tied remember, and in her condition, was not able to do anything about it. I tickled her for nearly fifteen minutes, giving her two-three minute breaks. 

I stopped when both Robert and David returned. Donald had not been rescued, but they did not return empty handed. They returned with a prisoner - Frank.

“Where’s Donald?” I asked when they returned.

“He’s still in the hands of the cops! But look at what we got!” Robert boasted.

“Frank! How the hell did you get that cop?” I answered, surprised. I was half-expecting that they would not be able to get Donald back, but it was totally unexpected that they capture a cop.

“Well, we had a gun fight with the cops. Frank here came too close and I was able to hit him in the chest!” David boasted. Franks shirt was indeed wet. His arms are tied behind his back at the wrists; his mouth was gagged with duct tape. And based on the mmmmmppphhhhhsss he was making and the bulge on his cheeks, his mouth was also stuffed. 

We then tied his wrists to his waist, and added a rope to his upper body. We then sat him in a chair and lashed him to it by wrapping rope around him and the backrest, knotting it off at the front. We secured each of his feet to a chair leg. 

Robert and David soon left to fry bigger fish, and I was left to guard the two prisoners. I completely ignored Frank, and instead, continued my tickling of Angela. I tickled her feet and her sides, and she just exploded into laughter, just as before. I tickled her for fifteen minutes with two-minute breaks. 

I was interrupted when the cops suddenly entered fifteen minutes after Robert and David left. I immediately took my gun and I managed to gun down Jerry. However, Andrew immediately hit me after Jerry had fallen, and I lost as a result. 

“I told you crime does not pay! Take him away, Jerry!” Andrew said.

“Ha! There isn’t a prison in the whole state, no the whole country, that can hold me! I’ll escape, and you wouldn’t be so lucky next time!” I boasted.

“No Tom, no. You’ve committed too many felonies, robbery, assault, kidnapping, that they’ll probably give you the chair or throw you in some maximum prison and throw away the key for all I care!” Andrew asserted.

“Ha. The others would break me out, and break me out they will!” I shot back.

“Wrong again, Thomas. Donnie, Bobby and Davy were all caught and are now serving time!” Andrew said. (We changed our names for this game, thus Donald became Donnie, Robert to Rob, Bob, Robby or Bobby and David became Dave or Davy. My name was retained, or sometimes became Tommy [which I hated], Jerry too was unchanged, and so was Frank. We were uncomfortable using it however, that it was scrapped after the game.)

As we were talking, Jerry took some rope from the room and pulled my arms behind me. I reluctantly let him tie me up, according to the rules, once you were hit, you must surrender. Besides, even if I resist, I would be no match for both of them. He tied my crossed wrists palm to palm. After he finished, I tested the ropes, and they held. I tried looking for knots, and found none with my flexing fingers. Jerry then wrapped rope around my waist several times, cinched it, then knotted it off, then tied the loose ends to my wrists. He then tied my upper body, further restricting my movements.

“We’ll escape. You’ll see. You’ll mmmppphhhh!” 

“You have the right to remain silent!” Andrew said after he shoved a clean handkerchief to my mouth. Jerry then cleaved gagged me with a thick rolled cloth, and then added a second layer by tying a scarf over my mouth.

“Book him!” Andrew ordered Jerry. Jerry then walked me out. Meanwhile, Andrew untied my two hostages. Jerry walked me to the second, then to the first floor, then to the basement. At the basement, I saw David, Donald and Robert tied up. Donald was sitting and leaning on a post, his hands tied behind the post. Additional rope pinned his body to the post. Donald’s feet were not tied, but it was useless. He was gagged with duct tape and from his muffled grunts, his mouth was stuffed. David was hog-tied in the foldout bed, his mouth gagged with a scarf tied over his mouth, presumable to hold a piece of cloth in his mouth. Robert was tied on the opposite side on the same pole Donald was tied to, except that he was tied standing, with ropes in his ankles and knees to prevent him from sitting down. His arms were not tied around the post; rather his hands were tied behind his back and trapped between his back and the post. Ropes were tied from his chest to his waist to hold him to the post. He, like Donald, was gagged with duct tape, but all indications suggest that, unlike the rest of us, his mouth wasn’t stuffed. All, except Robert, are barefoot, indicating, and their haggard faces indicating that they were tickle tortured. They are all sweating. 

Jerry led me to a wooden chair without armrests, and sat me there. The then secured my body to the chair by tightly wrapping rope around my body and the backrest from my chest down to my waist. Jerry then tied my crossed ankles, then took a long rope, tied one end of it to my ankles, and tied the other end to the backrests, making sure my feet wont touch the floor. I tested the ropes, and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to get out without help.

Andrew soon returned with Angela and Frank. He surveyed the scene to his satisfaction, and then boasted, which was more or less echoed by Frank and Jerry. Angela wanted to tickle torture us, but Andrew politely told her that only policemen could torture prisoners. Angela insisted, but have to give up when Andrew threatened to arrest her for ‘interfering’ with police business. He then gave the signal, and Jerry and Frank tickled me. 

As soon as the tickle torture stopped, they left us for ten minutes. Needless to say, all our efforts to escape were futile. When they returned, they untied us all.

“I’ll get you Tom. Mark my words, I will get you for what you did!” Angela threatened.

I took it as an idle threat, but as future events would show, it was not so idle. Meanwhile, we congratulated ourselves for another good game and vowed revenge. Revenge, however, is impossible in such games because you enemy in one game is often you ally in the next. 

That was the last game on that day where we tied each other up. The next day, Saturday, we went again to the mountains to play. But the next game is a little different that the treasure hunt games we played. How different was it? Read the next part and find out!

We played cops and robbers during the Friday of the second week of our vacation. Frank, Andrew and Jerry were the cops while Donald, David, Robert and I became the robbers. Angela was the bank teller. We successfully robbed the bank and took Angela hostage in the process, but although we caught Frank, Jerry and Andrew were able to capture all of us winning the game.

We planned to go to the mountains to play a game Andrew had planned. Angela wanted to go, but Andrew, by some clever ruse, was able to sneak all of us to the mountain and one of the plateaus on Saturday afternoon without her. Since she did not know where in the mountain we went, she was again excluded from our game.

We went to the plateau where we played our first treasure hunt game. As I said, it is large. The new game is Capture the Flag. There are two teams, one carrying one red and one black flag and the other a blue and white flag. Each team were to plant the black or white flag anywhere in the plateau, as long is it is in plain sight. When one spots the flag of the others, you must plant your flag beside the other flag and then carry the opponents flag and plant it in a designated location agreed before the game. The first one who plants the flag in the agreed area does not automatically win. All must check if your flag was planted on the place where you took the opponents flag. If the flag was still there, you win. If not, then it becomes a contest to find that flag, and whoever finds it wins.

To make it clearer, let us suppose one team has a black and red flag. Now, he plants the black flag someplace for his opponents to find. Then he finds the white flag of the opponent. If he finds it, he takes the white flag, and plants the red flag in its place. You then take the white flag to the agreed location and wait. Once all of you are in that location, you would go to where you planted your red flag. If it still there, you win. If not, you must again find the red flag. Whoever finds the red flag wins.

You can capture and tie each other up during the game to buy as much time as possible. However, you cannot torture that person to obtain information. And there is a catch. Once you tied somebody up, you must make sure he can escape. Otherwise, if it he cannot escape, the game would be a tie instead and, all your team will be tied up an extra hour after the game as punishment. And one more thing. When you capture somebody, you must not take away his flag. Doing so would penalize your team by making it a tie if you win, and your team would be tied-up for an extra 1 ½ hours as punishment. 

Another thing, once a blue or a red flag has been planted, the other team cannot uproot it and hide it. If, for example, when you return to where you took the black or white flag and find it missing, you can tie up your opponents as guarantees just in case they hid the flag (because it is very difficult to prove that they indeed hid it), and so buy time for your team.

We divided into two teams, by coin toss, as usual.

Andrew - heads
Tom - tails
David - tails
Donald - heads
Frank - tails
Jerry - heads
Robert - tails

And so David, Frank, Robert and myself comprised one team, while Andrew, Jerry and Donald comprised the opposing team. Also by coin toss, we gained the black and blue flag, while they got the while and red flag. Andrew took from his backpack four huge handkerchiefs, colored red, black, white and blue. And David took four poles about three feet long, and we tied the handkerchiefs to it. We took the blue and black flags, while they took the red and white.

We agreed that the spot we were standing right now would be the location where we would go after finding each other’s flag, then we went our separate ways. David, Frank, Robert and myself walked to the northern part of the plateau, near the edge, then planted the black flag on a mound twenty feet high. We then split to cover to more ground, David and I comprising one group, while Frank and Robert comprising the other, to look for the white flag of our opponents. We walked through the western part, while Frank and Robert walked through the eastern part.

We were walking for a few minutes when I heard footsteps and voices. 

“You hear that?” I asked David in whispers.

“Yea. Sounds like footsteps, and voices!” David replied.

“I wonder who could that be?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Shhh, prepare your guns! Let’s hide on those bushes!” said David. We went to the bushes and listened in and waited. The footsteps became louder and louder. So did the voices. As it became louder, it became clearer. The voices are the voice s of Jerry and Andrew. 

“Nah! Barney and John are not that stupid!” I heard Andrew assert.

“How about Harvey!” Jerry asked.

“He’s not so bad. I think he’s…wait a minute!! Be quiet! I think I heard something!” Andrew responded.

“You think - ” Jerry asserted.

“Keep it down. He might hear us!” Andrew said. Then their conversation became so low I couldn’t hear it. I for myself was chuckling, for we already heard them long ago. We kept absolutely quiet to make sure we were not discovered. Jerry is carrying only a red flag, indicating that they had already planted the white flag on the ground somewhere. Andrew is holding a loaded gun on each hand, so we must be careful of our moves. They moved closer and closer to our positions, us not knowing whether or not they knew of our whereabouts. We waited to be discovered and readied our own guns for such an occasion. Fortunately, they didn’t discover us, and walked pass where we were hiding. We then took our opportunity.

We then jumped from our hiding places and fired at their backs. It was a perfect shot. Both of them were hit straight at the back, and both were thoroughly surprised. And according to the rules of the game, they were caught fair and square.

“Gotcha! I shouted.

“Damn it! I knew I heard something. Damn!” Andrew cursed. 

“Well, here we go again!” Jerry remarked after both of them raised their hands in surrender. “Remember, you must tie us in such a way that we can escape, or you won’t win!” 

“We know. We know! That is why we had prepared something special for you!” David replied.

Andrew and Jerry just laughed at it. Anyway, David took a length of rope from his pocket, and I took their flag. David pulled Andrew’s arms behind him, and wrapped white cotton rope around his wrists. I wonder what David could be up to now? He tied it snug around my brother’s wrists. As usual, he tied it competently, and all knots are beyond reach. He used a simple square knot. David then wrapped rope around Andrew’s waist, cinched it and knotted it off. He tied the loose ends to the wrists, pinning his wrists to his back. He finalized it by tying rope around his upper body. David then proceeded to Jerry and did exactly the same thing.

“Let’s hog-tie them here!” David proposed.

“Don’t you dare make us lie on the dirty ground! Or you’ll regret it!” Jerry shouted.

“Don’t worry. Well hog-tie you to the nice, cool, grass. I’m sure you’d enjoy it!” I replied.

“Oh no you mmmppphhhh!” Andrew replied, but before he could finish, I shoved a clean handkerchief to his mouth, then David duct taped his mouth, sealing the handkerchief in his mouth. We then gagged Jerry the same way. We then led the two to a grassy spot, where we blindfolded them. 

“The grass is cool here!” David remarked, trying to scare our captives.

“Yea. I think it will take about a minute before those bugs would come crawling up their skin.” I added, which caused the two captives to violently flinch. They mmmppphhhed a lot, trying to protest. What those two didn’t know is that David brought out from his bag two sheets of cloth, which we laid on the ground. We were not that cruel to let them lie on the bare ground. We pushed them so that they were lying on their bellies on the ground. David then hog-tied both of them. We then removed their blindfolds.

“Fooled you, didn’t I?” David boasted. 

Both Andrew and Jerry just groaned in their gags. David and I just laughed and laughed. The look on their faces was just priceless.

“Well, gotta go. Well, I hope you figure out how to get out of there!” David remarked. We then planted the red flag beside them and left.

“Can they actually get out of there?” I asked David.

“Sure. I placed the knots on the rope hog-tying them (meaning the rope connecting their ankles and wrist) on the front side of their ankles so they can reach it with their fingers. Don’t worry; I didn’t make the knots complicated. All they have to do is undo they’re hog-ties, then hop toward each other, and untie each other’s knots. Simple, isn’t it?” David explained.

“If they figure that out, that is!” I retorted back, and we both laughed.

“But seriously, I think you’re brother will figure it out! I’ve seen him in action in our games too many times to doubt it.” David added.

“You’re right. My brother’s one hell of a son of a gun! Yea, he’ll figure it out. But for Jerry, I don’t know. He probably won’t figure it out without Andrew’s help. He’s too inexperienced. That’ll probably buy us more time that if Donald is the one tied up instead of Jerry!” I said.

“And speaking of Donald, don’t you think there is a good chance of him finding Andrew and Jerry and freeing them?” David asked.

“Probably not. He’ll be caught by Robert and Frank before he could find Andrew and Jerry!” I replied.

With that, we spent about 45 minutes looking for the white flag. We found nothing until we bumped into Robert and Frank.

“Had you any luck?” I asked.

“Nope! No flag! How about you? Any luck?” Robert replied.

“No better luck than you guys had! No flag either!” David asserted

“Did you find Donald?” I asked.

“No sign of him either. What about Andrew or Jerry?” Frank asked.

“Oh, they’re all tied up right now!” I replied. 

We agreed to split up and continue looking for the flag. We decided to cross our teams. Robert went with me this time while Frank went with David. It proved to be unnecessary, however, for after walking to the southern edge, just a few seconds after we split, at plain sight beside a cliff, is the white flag. We eagerly removed the flag and planted our blue flag in place. Robert shouted to Frank and David, who, although they are quite far, they are still within shouting distance. After a few minutes, both of them arrived. We shouted and jumped at our triumph, but we must still plant the white flag at the agreed location, which is at the center of the plateau, and claim our victory. And there is still the distinct possibility that Andrew, Jerry and Donald might have beaten us. 

I considered these possibilities, and I decided to take the flag, and run like hell to the center. So holding the flag and nothing else but my backpack, I ran and ran, with my companions behind me carrying the guns. It proved to be a big mistake, for as I was running, Andrew suddenly and without warning stepped in my path, pointed his gun at me, said, “You’re dead!” and shot me in the head. It happened all too quickly, for I was still running when I was hit, and then Andrew stepped back. I was beaten, but my companions at the back are not. A gun battle ensued. Because I had been hit, I have to sit down and wait for one side to win. Well, Andrew then directed his fire at Robert who was hit right after shooting Andrew, but Robert’s aim was just two inches from Andrew’s face. Robert’s out. Frank, however, managed to take out my brother, who shot him in the back right after Andrew was able to take out Robert. So Andrew’s out. Jerry then stepped and hit Frank in the forehead. Frank’s out. David, who was in the rear, then pointed the gun at Jerry’s temple seconds after Frank was taken out. 

“Drop you’re weapons!” David commanded. Jerry, perhaps realizing he was beaten, threw away his gun. On Jerry’s other hand is the black flag, indicating they have found the flag, but they have not planted it on the agreed location, and it became a race of who will plant it there first. By Jerry’s surrender, it ensured us our victory.

But at our moment of triumph, Donald stepped out of nowhere and shot David in the back, without any warning. That dashed our hopes for any victory. So David, Robert, Frank and I, otherwise our whole team, was at the mercy of our opponents - Andrew, Jerry and Donald.

“Nice timing, Donald. Nice to have you back!” Andrew told Donald.

“Guess I arrived not a moment too soon!” Donald boasted. “By the way, nice work on the flag!” 

“Yea. You two.” Jerry retorted. “By the way, where the hell have you been this past hour or so. We’ve been looking for you like crazy!”

“Doing the same thing as you guys were, looking for the black flag, and you guys. I roamed this plateau, and found nothing, until now that is!” Donald retorted back. “What happened to you guys?”

“We were caught and tied up, but escaped!” Andrew asserted.

“Did you have a hard time escaping?” Donald asked. And Andrew and Jerry narrated the entire episode. They seemed to have escaped the same way David intended them to do, although they did it in a shorted time span than we intended. 

“Well, any bright ideas on how to tie those four up! They need to escape, you know!” Jerry asked after telling the story.

“We could tie them up like they tied you up!” Donald proposed.

“Nah! I’ve got a better idea!” said Andrew with a fiendish tone. The look on his face and his expression told me we were in big trouble. 

“Hey, we could just wait here and let you plant your flag. We won’t race you, we promise!” I said, in an effort to dissuade them from tying us up.

“Then you don’t have to tie us up!” Robert added.

“Save your breath. They still would tie us up even if we were on our knees begging1” David remarked with cruel candor.

“You know better Tom!” Frank rebuked. “You shouldn’t give Robert here some false hope!”

“Enough already. Now it’s only fair that we get to tie you once we got you. Any complaints?” Andrew asked.

“Since there is none, then let us begin!” Andrew said, and then took two long pieces of rope. “Tie them up the usual way, just don’t tie up their feet and legs, but leave Robert. I’ve got something special planned for him!” 

And so Andrew took the flag away from me, and planted it beside us. He also took my backpack and placed it on a pile with the other backpacks. He then made me stand up and ordered me to put my hands behind me, and cross it palm to palm. Of course, what could I do but comply? So I did as I was told. He then began working on my wrists, and after wrapping it several times, he cinched it and knotted it off. He then wrapped rope around my waist, cinched it and knotted it off, then tied the loose ends on to my wrists. He then tied my upper body, further pinning my arms to my sides. I tested the ropes, and they were all secure and snug. All knots are beyond my fingers. I knew then that I wouldn’t escape without help. Donald tied Frank, while Jerry took care of David. They were basically tied the same way I was tied up. Next he took a sock from his backpack, and told me to open wide. I knew better than to resist, so I reluctantly opened my mouth wide open, and he inserted it. The sock was clean, but it is huge and filled my mouth. He then prepared the duct tape. “Close your mouth.” he ordered me, which I did. He then wrapped the tape around my head. Frank and David were gagged with a cloth tied around their heads. He then made me sit on the grass and tied my feet with rope. My ankles were crossed, making hopping absolutely difficult.

“Jerry! Donald! Bring Frank and David under that tree!” Andrew said. Jerry and Donald then brought both of them under the said tree. Andrew then tied one end of a very long rope to Frank’s waist. He then flung the other end of the rope over a branch of a tree, and Jerry took he other end of the rope and tied it to David. So even if their feet were free, they still won’t go anywhere. Then, to further immobilize them, Andrew, Jerry and Donald tied them back-to-back. They tied their wrists together with duct tape so that there is no chance for them to pick each other’s knots. Then they tied their elbows together then finally their upper bodies. They didn’t bother to tie their legs, feet or ankles. They didn’t need to. They just won’t go anywhere.

All this time I kept wondering what type of escape are they going to provide us? At the rate they’re going it looks like none at all! After taking care of Frank and David, they turned their attention to Robert, who as you remember, wasn’t tied up yet. Robert just sat at a rock, watching the entire process. I kept wondering why the hell he didn’t just run with the flag. Then I remembered. I wouldn’t have run if I were in his shoes, nor for that matter any of us would. We played much value on winning, and done anything to win, but just as long as it is within a framework of the rules. Cheating is despised, and breaking the rules is frowned upon. But anything is permitted as long as the basic rules are followed, and right now, he’s only option (according to the rules at least) is just to wait he’s turn, for any other course of action will break the rules.

They led Robert to a tree whose trunk isn’t that wide, and you could put your arms around it. They made him stand so that he’s back is leaning on the tree, and they pulled his arms behind the tree, and they tied it at the wrists. They then tied his upper body, form his chest down to his waist, to the tree, pinning him further. They then gagged him by shoving a clean brown handkerchief to his mouth, and sealing it with duct tape. They didn’t bother tying his feet. Like Frank and David, they didn’t need to tie his feet. 

Now it’s my turn. I guess it would be my job to free the others. By the looks of it, Robert, David and Frank are stuck. They untied my feet, and walked me to a nearby shed. There, they tied my ankles, but not crossed. I guess they intended me to be able to hop. Then they hog-tied me on the floor. They then left the shed, closing the door. Now is my chance. I tried feeling for the knots on the ropes holding me in a hog-tie. Bingo! Just as I expected it! The knots were on the front side of my ankles, so I can feel it. I started tugging at it. And as expected, the knots were simple but tight. It took me twenty minutes just trying to undo the knots. But when they were finally released, it was a released. I rested for a minute to recuperate my strength which I expended trying to undo the knots. 

I then attempted to stand up. In my bound and gagged position, it is very difficult indeed. It took me ten minutes of hard grueling work but I finally did it. Good thing that my ankles were not crossed. After resting for another minute, I then hopped to the door. I tried reaching for the doorknob, but my fingers barely touched it. However, after much exertion, and sweat, I was able to turn the knob and the door opened. Now comes the hard part. I have to hop about thirty yards to where Frank, Robert and David were. It was difficult, and I nearly got discouraged. But I was determined to do it. They probably have won the game, but still, I wanted to get out on my own. So I started hopping. The hopping was no walk in the park. I can only hop slowly and not in great bounds, because I don’t want to fall. Boy, you think hopping in the house is hard, try hopping in the woods. There are holes, mounds and bushes that I have to contend with. And the ground is not as level as I would like it to be. Finally, nearly one hour later, I reached my destination. 

I then hopped to a tree and rested. I am covered with sweat by this time, and breathing heavily. I decided to survey the situation to determine what to do. Frank and David are out, for all their knots are securely tucked in between them. That left Robert. After about ten minutes, I hopped toward Robert and looked for knots. I can see that the knots of the long rope wrapped around his upper body were all at front. They were simple square knots, but there are about seven to ten knots I have to work with. So I started. I hopped so that my back is facing Robert’s front, and I started feeling for knots. Robert quickly caught on and started mmmppphhhing when my fingers are near a knot. So, after twenty minutes and lots of hard work and frustrations, I was able to undo all the knots and the long rope were now on the ground. I then hopped and tried feeling for the knots on Robert’s wrist, which was easier. Soon, I was able undo the knots and Robert was free except for his gag, which he immediately removed.

“You’re amazing, Tom!” Robert exclaimed to me. I just mmmppphhh. He then took my cue and untied me. 

“You’re great! How the hell did you do that?” Robert said.

“I know, I know!” I retorted back. “But untie them. I have bigger fish to fry!” 

“Okay!” Robert said. “Where are you going?”

“Just go to the agreed location after you untied them!” I took the white flag and ran like hell toward location. Call me crazy, but to me there is still a hope, however faint, that Andrew, Jerry and Donald haven’t yet planted the flag. But as I saw the location, that hope too was dashed. Andrew, Jerry and Donald were sitting around the planted flag, signifying they have won. I stopped just a few yards away from them, too tired to continue, too frustrated to try. 

“What took you so long?” Andrew shouted, then they all laughed. “I told you he would escape.”

“Okay guys. But you haven’t won yet. We must still look and find if the red flag is still where we planted the black flag!” I asserted.

“Yea, but the game is already in the bag.” Jerry replied.

“We’ll see who’s going to have the last laugh!” I said.

“We will, for if the red flag is still there, we win. If not, we can tie you up again until we find it, and so, we win no matter what!” Donald asserted.

I would have responded but Frank, David and Robert arrived. They then congratulated me on my escape. We then went to the northern edge of the plateau and what I saw dashed the last of my hopes. On top of the twenty feet mound is the red flag of the other team planted firmly on the ground, proudly waving, as if to salute the victory of our opponents. There is no doubt that they won. We congratulated them on their win - hey, we’re all good sports here you know, and we all played by the rules - and they also congratulated us on out escape feat. We then took the blue flag - it is still we’re we left them, on the southern edge near a cliff, then we chatted and played non tie-up games for a while, then went home. 

The next tie-up situation happened the next day, Sunday. It is very unusual because it involves our parents. What happened? Read the next part and find out!

And by the way, you said in your reply to anonymous on August 13, that “there were no gags placed over,”. But you said in your story that “mummified from our gagged mouths” and “Lots of mmmmmmmppphhhhing and squirming did us nothing,” which would be a contradiction, would it not? And if you just made a mistake typing that you were gagged, still, it wouldn’t make sense for you to mmmppphhhhh if you were not gagged and therefore not able to talk. And there was another contradiction. You said that you were “mummified from our gagged mouths to our toes” but in your reply to anonymous, you said that ”mummification takes place from the shoulders down unless otherwise noted.” Unless otherwise noted? What the hell does that mean? Are you saying that what you are writing is inconsistent? You clearly told us how they were tied and tape in your story, but you contradicted yourself in your reply it anonymous in more ways than one. Are you trying to spin yourself out of it?

And if this were the case, would it not be that what they did to you would be too cruel? I have read many stories about being suspended upside down, but they were only suspended only a very short time compared to your story. You said “Hanging upside is not completely hanging upside down, its just not having your feet on the ground.. Well, even that would be too cruel if you were left for nearly two days, even if they somehow managed to get food on your stomach without you vomiting. You must be very physically strong to endure this. Two Days! That’s too much! Or nearly two days for that matter. I wouldn’t call that a tie up game. 

No offense, but could you resolve the contradictions of your posts so people like me wouldn’t be any reason to whine? Maybe you forgot to mention some details that would answer my questions or calm my fears. Don’t take it too hard. But next time you write, make sure all answers are answered in your story so there wouldn’t be any contradiction. Don’t be like the guy (I think Joey is his name) that wrote that the girl he tied was nine years old in one part then refers to the same girl in the very same post as 12 years old and when I asked him for clarifications, he didn’t reply. Don’t contradict yourself and if you do, clarify it immediately. Because it makes it more believable that way.
 

Also, did you ever think Angela had cute feet (since many of us are, well, also into that as well), or did you just tickle them just because?

When I was a kid, I *knew* I liked girls. Other boys' desire to stay away from them baffled me. Your friends really didn't want Angela around, did they? Otherwise, how did they take it? Like, how did they feel about having a girl in their games?

If you answered these questions in past stories, I apologize. I admit I haven't been reading them all.

To Someone:
You can, indeed, drink liquids when you're upside down. Gravity has nothing to do with it. It's called Peristalsis; and that's why astronauts can drink while they're in orbit, where there is no Gravity.

To PH Sweden's #1 fan

To answer your question, I would like to say that at our ages, boys and girls are mortal enemies. Well, not really, but sometimes, we got very annoyed with them. This was the age were boys are strong while girls are weak, or otherwise. We of course outgrew these childish attitudes as we grew older, when girls began to look attractive but when we were kids, well let’s just say that boys are boys and girls are girls. We had several experiences that I didn’t mention, when we were very young, I think I was six or seven, when some of the girls invited themselves to a very rough game that we played in our yard. I don’t remember the game, it was years ago and I didn’t have my diary back then, but when it was all over, some of them whined, others cried while others just couldn’t take it. Us boys of course teased them, and they never joined us in any of our rough games after that. That incident probably colored our views of girls. We then ridiculed everything they did, like play dolls, and other girly things. We always teased them, but unlike games, they were adept at it as we were. They challenged us several times to our rough games, and they always got stumped by us. Anyway, after those incidences, we tried to exclude the girls in our games, because of our “they can’t take it” attitude. 

Another reason why we prefer to exclude girls is because there are more boys than girls our age. Maybe if I was the only boy or there are only two boys maybe we will always play with girls with less rough stuff. But since there are many boys, and we always prefer to play very rough games—after some of this games there was inevitably somebody who was wounded, or hurt or many of us were pushed around, yet we all took it astride, taking it as a measure on how tough we are. Of course, as I said above, girls either avoided our games or when they do, they spoil the game by their whining. 

As for tie up games, I already told you how it started. Our attitudes extended to our tie up games. And it was especially reinforced by Cathy and Nancy’s reaction when they were first involved in our games. As for Angela, it was a different case. She was brilliant and shrewd and she managed to slip into our games by means I already mentioned in some of my stories back in June. And another thing, remember the nine year old rule of my father? Well, Angela was the only girl that was nine years old at the time close to us. 

Well, Angela changed our attitudes toward girls but that was not an overnight change. She proved to be as shrewd and cunning as Andrew, and she showed it several times. Still, Some of us (like Andrew) haven’t fully accepted her into our group. This was shown by my brother’s attempts to exclude her in some of our tie up games when we do not need her to win. Angela at the same time tried to join us in every game possible where there was a potential for a tie-up game. When she was excluded she didn’t complain but in return, if she was able to join us we wouldn’t try to exclude her. In a sense it soon became a duel between Andrew and Angela. And there were many attempts in later stories where Andrew and Angela tried to outdo each other. Of course, no one disputes her being a member of the battle between Andrew, Robert, Jerry, and David vs. Donald, Frank and myself where Angela is part of our team. I for that matter welcomed her help, and enjoyed her being part of us. But as I said, in our other games, Andrew tried to exclude her or any other girl for that matter, and the rest of us didn’t care if she was there or not, at this stage anyway.

But to make matters clear so that my above statements won't be misunderstood or misconstrued, outside our very rough games, occasional teasing, and some tie-up games, our relationship with the girls that time was good. It was just we still had the attitude that ‘girls can’t take it’, that they might ruin our game because of their alleged peevishness or weakness that we sometimes exclude them, not because we dislike them. At some games that were not rough, there was no objection to them joining us. We enjoyed their company, although we always teased each other, and sometimes we acted like complete jerks. 

Another thing. You should probably wait and read my stories when it reaches 1967. For then, Betty, Maggie and Nancy would be nine and thus be eligible to participate in our games. You should read how they were able to join us, and how they maneuvered Andrew to let them join us and finally accepted the logic of girls fully participating in every game. It would be very interesting.

And to the one who asked. Looking back from today, well I think her feet were cute. But back then, I just wanted to tickle her. 

And you are quite right that metals can be bonded to monomers, I realized that after I hit the pesky "post" button. But just because a molecule has elemental metals in it does not make it metallic. Many ceramics for example contain aluminum oxide, but do not have any metallic properties even though they contain aluminum.

And a moot point, but I do know what an alloy is, and didn't mention it at all, so you don't have to define that for me.

And as a favor to all, I think we can stop posting our "argument" which most probably find annoying and leave space for stories. That is all, cya!

To everyone else
Can you guys and girls tell some places where I can buy a ballgag and other bondage toys online (please dont say e-bay...lol)

Thank everyone for their help. happy tying
Kenny

PS sorry for the earlier post I had pushed the wrong button.

To PH Sweden's #1 Fan regarding writing fictional/detective stories: I actually don't have much time these days to write anything. I have a full-time job as a teacher and maintain some research at the same time. When I wrote most of my stories I had much more free time.

This summer I had four good weeks of vacation and wrote a fictional story that will be posted on Mason's "Tied and True Tales" when he updates it Aug. 18. The reason for writing the story is explained on his site. 

I would love to have more time to write fiction, but reality is as it is. 

To Mike in Tampa:

Good thoughts on the origins of bondage-popularity. I agree with you. Of course you have to have that special "gene" that make you get turned on by bondage. Otherwise the interest will fade as the person developes from a kid to an adult.

When playing as a kid/teenager, I always liked to be tied-up more than be the one tying. If bondage is part of a relationship I think it's important that both persons "give and take" equally.
 

Btw, as for your thoughts that a "constant game" is needed to keep interest in tying up high, that's not the case for me. I never engaged in any tie-up games that lasted for long; that is, I only got to tie someone up a couple times, and not very well at that. No "games" here. But my interest in still around thanks to books, TV, and movies. And of course the internet. With that, I don't need to read books or watch TV shows or movies, as long as I can get anything to spark my imagination!

Websites about TV shows or movies are nice, though, since they give examples and show how this type of peril is being kept alive.

Following on my comments on vulnerability as a mating ritual and a tied up woman. Consider the attraction of a woman with her legs tied, as she struggles to open them and her hero frees her legs to she can. Is there any more obvious imagery than that? 

Sweden: having the gene for tying. In most people it does fade when the idea of touching a woman and making her attractive is overwhelmed by the "real thing." 

I have noticed men "imprint" much easier than men. Maybe women just don't talk about it but there appear to be many more times more men into variations and additions to straight sex than women. It has its very down side like pedophilia and non-consentual sadism and such. Mostly it has totally harmless expressions like tie up games for kids and bondage, consensual spanking and such for adults. Lots of it is a matter of taste. Just an old timer here but the idea of piercing anything but ears verges on stomach turning for me. 

Trying to avoid violating the rules, anything men come to associate with feeling sexual pleasure can imprint. If the first embarrassing event in the pants occurs in the midst of a harmless tie up game that association will be enduring. If it happens while tied up it will endure. If it happens while tied up in girls clothes, both will endure. 

Are women's clothes erotic in themselves? Do not women try to make it that way? Actually since men design most of them it is guaranteed.

Again mindful of the rules, given the choice of a TUG or going straight to sex, which would you choose? As Catholic teaching goes, as long as tab A is in slot B at orgasm anything before, during or after is legal. Any kind of foreplay and even fiveplay is legal. I had one very willing victim but she always "safeworded" to get her hands free to hold me tight in the heat of passion. 

I know I am rambling here. I should get my thoughts together better before posting. But the "gene" is the general one for imprinting the male. It is the same one that only allows enough blood for one organ at a time to the detriment of the big head. Women aren't as likely to imprint as their problem is saying no in addition to getting the attention of the men they want. Different rules for each. 

I speculate that there was some event which imprinted tie up on the adolescent psyche. And if the games were common as children it is likely to have continued them into a pubescent accident in the underwear event which would imprint it. Not to suggest it is absolute, lots of things would be the same way. It is the little head problem.
 

Also Im look ing for that suit in your story whoever posted "the suit" 

I have a few more stories to post,If you liked my last story
please tell me If I should post more

The Story Starts On a friday Morning. I was getting The mail
(I had to walk down the block since it was a condo) When 3 
Devious girls approched me they were Shey (9) Margret (10)and her sister Shannon (9) I saw Margret was holding a roll of duct tape and a sock while shannon and shey had coils of rope. I started to step back but all 3 of them tackled me down. Margret Shoved the sock in my mouth but before I could Spit it out she duct taped around my head.
Shey tied my wrists behind my back.I tested My bonds,They held-I couldnt Feel any wrist Knots it was no use they had me. Shannon Pulled out a large black cloth and blindfolded me with it they walked me a bit and spun me occasionally so i would lose my sense of direction after a few minutes of walking They unblndfolded me and I didnt know who's house i was in they led me upstairs into a room I saw Pictures of margret and shannons mom so I knew I was in their house. They undid my bonds and stripped me naked I asked what I was 
going to wear and Shey through me a bag. I opened it I saw all kinds of women's Clothes in it they noticed the expression on my face and they told me to put them on, I refused then shey spanked my ass after a few spankings I went along with the cross-dressing. First I put the Black Panties on to cover my You Know What then I Put the Black Bra over my head and pulled it down onto my chest.Then I slid the tights up my legs I put the white top on and put the black skirt on. Margret gave me buckling Platform shoes 
and I put them on. They Decided to re bind me first they shoved the sock in my mouth and then duct taped it shut.I began to struggle,shannon and shey held my arms while margret tied them behind my back 
 
 

What Happens Next? read the next part
 

To John of U.S.A.

Please answer some of my questions. There are many things I'd like to clarify with your story. I'd like to say that there are many things on your story that wasn't clear. Dorain's answer to some of my objections cleared some of the matter, but there are still a lot of things you must answer.

Then your answer to anonymous on Aug. 14 made your story fuzzier by giving it more contradictions. Maybe if you didn't answer it, Dorain's answer on Peristalsis might solve it (but not likely even if you didn't type some of the contradictions, for the probability of it all are all against you.) But answer you did and you gave more us contradictions. I mentioned it all on my post on Aug. 16. Sorry for the tone, but I had to write it that way.

Please answer it before you post your next story. I would not judge your last story as fake yet, for maybe you just made mistakes in typing. Please clarify it if that is the case. Or maybe you're memory didn't serve you right when you were typing it. If so, please mention it so people like me won't have reason to question the validity of stories. If I happen to misrepresent, misundertand or misconstrue your stories, please tell me and I will apologize for causing you so much trouble. I for one take the people of this forum's word when they say their story as true, except if it is blatantly unbelievable or there are contradictions, as your story is. Then I begin to ask questions about it.

P.S. As long as you don’t give an answer, I will continually repeat my objections to your story as long as I post. Sorry if that offends you or your fans here in this forum, but if you will not answer my objections to my satisfaction, then I must judge your story as FAKE! Flame me if you wish, but that will only do yourself more harm.

To Lisa, you said that “I didn't think my story would be missed in the meantime. But I am working on it, and I want it to be great reading!” I for one miss your stories. So please post it as soon as you can. But I encourage you to make it “a great reading”, for it would be more enjoyable.

During the last game, in a Saturday afternoon, we played on the mountain a game called Capture the Flag. Basically, all you have to do is plant one of your flags and find the flag of the other team. Then bring it to the agreed location, and then go back to the other flag to confirm your win. And you can tie each other up in the process; just make sure you can escape. Andrew, Donald and Jerry won the game.

It was Sunday the day after our game. It was father’s day, and Dad and Uncle Richard plan to take Andrew, Donald and me to a fishing trip. After all, Andrew and I are my dad’s two oldest boys while Donald is Uncle Richard’s oldest child. We spent the morning at church—it was Sunday. And I somehow got wind of a plan for a surprise father’s day party for all the fathers, concocted by our mothers, so it was easy to get our mother’s approval for the fishing trip. My great-grandfather and grandfather planned to spend the afternoon in town, doing something. 

It was afternoon, and we prepared for our fishing trip. I wore jeans and a red shirt, while Andrew wore slacks and a white T-shirt, and Donald also wore jeans and a black shirt. Dad and Uncle Richard were wearing their typical fishermen’s outfit. My adventure on that Father’s day reminded me of Doug’s story, “Gone Fishing” which was posted December 2001.

My dad’s name is James Ford. (Last name fake). Dad is a giant of a man. He is six feet five inches tall, and weighs 220 pounds. He has blond hair and blue eyes, is clean-shaven and handsome. He is physically very strong, and also intelligent. He is a gregarious, hands-on father. He is usually liberal to his children, as long as it is within the framework of rules he has given us. He is usually very kind, but make no mistake about it. The moment you violate on of his rules, he would shout and yell at you, and his voice and manner when he gets mad is so frightening, so threatening, that all of us wouldn’t dare violate the rules. And he wouldn’t hesitate to spank, even though he rarely uses it. That is one of the reasons the eight year old rule was strictly followed.

My dad’s brother is Richard Ford—my uncle Richard—who is about twenty-eight years old. He is the father of Donald, Margaret, Ben and Lucy. Like James, Richard is tall; measuring about six feet four inches tall and weighs about 200 pounds. He has brown hair and gray eyes, is clean-shaven and also handsome. Like dad, he is physically strong, although my dad is always stronger. He is as intelligent as my dad, and he’s relationship with his children were about the same as my dad’s relationship with his kids. 

In tie-up games, they are very tolerant. Maybe one of the reasons is that they played it while they were kids like us. In fact, they also played with our mothers, who were their childhood friends. Anything goes, as long as the one who you tied up consented to being tied up, nobody gets hurt, and you must be at least nine years old when you get tied up or tie somebody up. That is why we thoroughly enjoyed our games during the last month or so, because we know our parents generally approve of it. I later learned that this was the same rules our grandparents applied to our parents when they were young.

Now, we boarded our fishing vessel, which was the same boat we used when we went to the island on Wednesday last week, which I described in “Summer - 1966, Angela’s Fury’”. We went to the part of the lake midway between the shore and the island. We went to the edge of the boat, where our Dads would teach us how to fish. Holding a fishing rod, he began to teach us the fundamentals of fishing. Anyway it was at first boring, us barely paying attention to what they were talking about, until it came to a discussion of fishing knots. Then we became interested. Dad began lecturing various knots that could be useful in fishing, and some of it were complicated, and I have difficulty learning them.

“Those knots look hard !” I remarked.

“It looks hard, but once you get the hang of it, it would be as easy as eating apple pie!” Dad replied.

“The only knots Thomas knows are the knots for tying up people!” Andrew remarked, who seems to have learned the knots a lot quicker.

“Looks who’s talking! You’re the one who uses knots to tie people up!” I shot back.

It started an argument that took attention entirely away from the fishing instructions and toward the various tie-up games. Donald then joined in, taking my side against Andrew. It then became empty boasting in front of our Dads on who was better at knots, and began to tell various stories on how we tied each other up and how the other didn’t escape, of course, Andrew would deny it and would tell his version of the story and then tell of another one which he would tie us up and we wouldn’t escape. Then, it became a childish argument whereby we would belittle the other’s ability in knots. Of course we embellished our stories so that we would look good in front of our Dads. 

“Whoa! Stop this yapping. I have an idea to settle this argument once and for all!” Uncle Richard said, stopping our arguments, then went to the hold, and took out some rope. “Here’s some rope and a knife. Go tie each other up right hear and prove to us who is better at knots!” He then tossed us each a coil of rope and a pocketknife.

“I think we should do it below deck. They might fall overboard if they did it up here!” Dad suggested.

“It’s A-OK with me.” Uncle Richard replied. “Okay boys, we’ll go down and we’ll have a tie up competition on who gets out of the ropes first. Is that all right with you, or do you want to forget about this and continue on the fishing lessons?”

Donald, Andrew and I looked at each other. We were too stupefied to say anything. We hadn’t expected to have a tie up game at this trip, and certainly not by our Dads’ instigation. Anyway, we decided to accept the offer. It’s at least more exciting than learning to fish.

“Okay, Dad, Uncle Richard. We’ll have a tie up competition, and I’ll lick both of them!” Andrew finally responded after a brief silence among us. 

“We’ll see who’s gonna lick who!” Donald defiantly replied, then waved his clenched fist at Andrew’s face. Andrew then returned the favor by waving his fist at Donald’s face. Anyway, we went down below the deck where we went to the empty hold, which was empty except for a couple of wooden chairs without armrests. The wooden floor was clean, and there is a post in the middle of the hold. 

“Here are the rules!” Dad said. “One of you would tie the other two up. If one of them escapes, he gets to tie you up. Then you try to escape. Then if you did, you would tie him up. This will continue until one of you fail to escape after twenty minutes.”

“Hey James, those are the rules when we were kids!” Uncle Richard retorted.

“Yup Richard, the very same rules.” Dad responded. “Remember kids, you must initially tie both of them exactly the same way.”

“Yes, Uncle James.” Donald replied.

And so we started the competition. Andrew won the initial coin toss, so he was the first one to tie Donald and me up. Outwardly, I boasted that I could easily escape, but inwardly, I knew that if he really did his best in tying us up, there would be no hope for us.

He took the long coil of rope, and using the pocketknife dad gave us, cut it up into more manageable lengths. He then began to tie us up. He pulled my arms behind me, crossed my wrists palm to palm then looped rope around it before cinching it then knotting it off. As usual, his knots were snug, tight but not uncomfortable. I could not reach with my fingers any of the knots. He then wrapped rope around my waist as to ensure that I could not slip my arms around my butt and bring my tied hands in front, where I can undo the knots with my teeth. I knew right then that I was stuck. He then made me lie on the floor, where he crossed my ankles and bound them with rope. Afterwards, he tied my arms more firmly to my body. He then did what I expected him to do, that is he hog-tied me. Of course, the hog-tied was not tight at all, but it all the more restricted my movements. He then took a handkerchief from his pocket, wadded it, and then inserted it to my mouth. Then, he tied a bandana over my mouth between my teeth, cleave-gagging me. Then he finished by tying a scarf around my head.

After dealing with me, he turned his attention to Donald. He tied Donald exactly as I was tied, and also gagged him exactly the same way I was gagged. He had to, for according to our father’s rules, we had to be tied up exactly the same way in order to be fair. 

“Begin!” then with Andrew, Dad and my uncle watching, we began our efforts to get free. Of course, the knots were all too competently tied for us to have any progress. We tried reaching for each other, but the enormity of the task (we were ten feet apart) discouraged us. So we did the next best thing, which was just to wait for the twenty minutes to expire, and to even out the odds by making sure that when it is my turn to tie Donald and Andrew up, they would not escape, and hopefully, when Donald tied Andrew and me up, he would not be as careful as Andrew is with his knots. (Fat chance of that happening, though. Donald is just as good at knots as any of us, including Andrew and me, and he could make an inescapable binding if he wanted to).

As soon we stopped struggling, they lost interest watching us. Andrew crowed about his knotting abilities, while the adults reminded him that we still have our turn. So twenty minutes later, they untied us, Andrew having proved his skill at knots. Andrew won round one. And according to the coin toss, it was now my turn.

For their tie-up position, I decided to tie them in the chairs. I told them to sit in the chairs, but I soon found out that their wrists can’t touch each other behind the backrests because of its width. So I did the next best thing. I made them stand, then tied Andrew’s wrists behind his back. I looped the ropes seven or eight times around his wrists vertically then horizontally, then cinched it and knotted it off. I made sure that the knots were unreachable by his fingers. I didn’t bother to tie his wrist to his waist. After all, I planned to tie him to the chair. I then made him sit on one of the chairs, where I carefully wrapped rope around his upper body and backrest to pin his body to the chair. I started to go from the shoulders then worked my way down to the waist, tying him snugly, and tightly, but not uncomfortably. Andrew, Donald and I kept talking about things unrelated to the tie-ups while these was going on. I soon knotted the rope at the front. I then crossed his ankles, and then tied it up. The chairs were heavy and anchored to the floor; there was no way he can slide on the floor using his feet. I turned my attention to the gags. I extracted from my pocket a large handkerchief, wadded it up, and prepared to gag him.

“Any last words?” I asked before gagging him. 

“I’m going to get out of mmmpphhhh!” That was indeed his last words, for I shoved the handkerchief in his mouth while he was talking. I then duct taped his mouth. I then drew back to admire my work, confident that he won’t escape. 

I then turned my attention to Donald. I tied him basically the same way I tied up Andrew and gagged him the same way.

“Begin!” I shouted, and both began to struggle. Immediately, Andrew began reaching for his back pocket. Curiously I watched at what he’s getting at, and to my horror, after some great difficulty, he produced a small pocketknife from his back pocket. 

“Hey, no fair!” I shouted, and was about to take away the knife when I was stopped.

“Hold it, Tom! Andrew has a perfect right to use his knife. You should’ve checked his pockets before shouting begin. Once you said the word, you cannot interfere in their escape attempts!” Dad said. I was less than happy to comply, but I have to. After all, it was my blunder that caused this.

So I watched my brother. As for Donald, he was going nowhere. I tied it too expertly for him to have any progress. I completely ignored him, however, as my attention was toward Andrew. I watched him carefully, both to monitor his progress and to make sure he doesn’t cut himself with the knife. He began to work on the ropes binding him to the chair. He soon was able to skillfully cut the ropes binding him to the chair without cutting himself and was free from the chair. He then concentrated on his wrists and after a couple of failed attempts, was finally able to cut the ropes on the wrists without cutting himself in the process. He soon was free and removed his gag.

“Damn!” I shouted. 

“So much for your skill in knots!” Andrew replied.

“You wouldn’t have escaped if you hadn’t had that knife!” I said, pointing to the pocketknife my brother use.

“Hold it!” Uncle Richard interjected. “Look, Andrew won fair and square. Now, since Andrew has escaped, he has to tie you up.”

“Aw! Does he have to?” I whined.

“Yes son, yes. It’s how we played when we were like you. It’s only fair.” Dad replied

So I reluctantly let Andrew tie me up. He basically tied me the same way I tied him up. He first tied my hands behind my back, then tied me to the chair, and gagged me with a wadded handkerchief in my mouth and secured by duct tape. Unlike me, he checked all my pockets to make sure there wasn’t anything I could use within reach. Then he signaled me to begin. 

As before, his knots were tied too competently. I struggled, but got nowhere. Soon, knowing the futility of such struggles, gave up. Andrew gloated in front of us, while our Dads talked among themselves in low voices, ignoring us. Soon the twenty minutes were up and Donald and I were untied. I was humiliated, having blown my chance to win. So the score is two for Andrew, and zero for me. 

It is now Donald’s turn. He first tied my hands behind my back at my crossed wrists palm to palm. He cinched it and then knotted it off. As I said, Donald is as good at knots as the rest of us were, so when he finished, I knew that I wouldn’t get out without help. But I kept my hope with the small scissors I had inserted before he tied me up. Unfortunately, he inspected my pockets, and took the scissors. Well, he then tied rope around my waist, finally cinching it then tying the loose ends to my wrists. He then gagged me using a sock and then duct taping my mouth and around my head a couple of times. He turned his attention to my brother. Donald basically tied Andrew the same way he tied me, and gagged him the same way I was gagged. I thought, oh this is too easy. I could easily get out of here, but Donald was not finished.

Donald then made us sit on the floor back to back. He then tied my left elbow and Andrew’s right elbow together, and my right elbow and my brother’s left elbow together. He then wrapped rope around us, starting from the chest downward to the waist. He knotted it twice, first at Andrew’s front, then tied the loose ends at my front. He then crossed my ankles and tied it up. He did the same with Andrew. Finally, he tied my knees the same way he tied my brother’s knees.

“Begin!” Donald shouted, signaling us to start struggling. Needless to say, we got nowhere. We tried to stand up, but that was aborted because of poor coordination. Donald’s knots were too competently tied for any slack to be gained, so after a few minutes, seeing the futility of further struggles, I decided to just give up. Andrew gave up minutes later. So Donald gained won this round, while Andrew and I lost. 

So in the contest on who was better at knots, I was totally humiliated in front of our Dads. I lost all three games; Andrew won two while losing one, while Donald won one game while losing two. That implies Andrew is the best, Donald is average, while I stink. That doesn’t mean that because I lost I stink at knots. I’m as good at knots as they are; yet I failed to check Andrew’s pockets. In any event, it just proves that we are just even, but Andrew is smarter and shrewder than both of us while I’m more careless than both of them. 

My brother boasted and boasted, while our dads gave us a lecture on knots. Then my cousin made a bold proposal. What is it? Read the next part and find out!

To Mr?, please continue your story. I like to know what happened after that.

Previously, in a fishing trip with Dad and my Uncle, we held a tie up competition on who was better at knots. It was officiated by Dad and my Uncle, who conducted the competition in order to settle our argument among ourselves. In the subsequent competition, Andrew won, while I lost, even though we were equal in skill in knots.

“How about you Dad, are you as good on knots as we are?” my brother asked.

“Son, I was the best at knots when I was your age. In fact, I’m still the best now!” Dad boasted.

“Look who’s talking? Tom, you’re Dad was among the best, but I was the best in town!” my Uncle countered. That might have started an argument among those two, for both are very argumentative, if my cousin Donald had not stepped in.

“Dad, Uncle James, could you tie us up?” Donald suddenly proposed. It was a bold move totally unexpected from the usually modest Donald. Dad and Uncle Richard were also stunned. They hadn’t been expecting this, not from Donald at least. 

“Why?” my Uncle asked his son.

“Well Dad, since you are so good at knots, I want to know how good they are!” my cousin politely replied. 

“Okay! But Thomas and Andrew should also be part!” Dad remarked. “Tom, Andrew, Do you agree?” 

Andrew and I looked at each other, then without uttering a word to each other, we somehow agreed. We turned to the adults, and nodded. 

“You’re in for it now!” My Uncle exclaimed. “Okay, what are your rules?” 

“What do you mean our rules, Uncle?” I asked. “You should make the rules!”

“Tom, if you want us to tie you up, you make the rules, and we’ll follow it. You see, in playing tie ups, the one being tied up should make the rules!” my Uncle exclaimed.

We whined—it didn’t make sense on us kids that the one who is tying doesn’t makes the rules. It runs against our common sense. But looking back, I have seen the wisdom of such policy. I always applied it to my kids today when they want me to tie them up. The one who is tied up should control the game, because he is the one who’s safety is put into your hands. 

We briefly discussed among ourselves then told the adults our rules. Basically, our rules are, they can tie us up in any way they like, just as long as nobody is hurt. If we didn’t escape, we have to be tied for a minimum of 30 minutes. We gave our rules, and they accepted. Besides, we trusted our Dads, for they wouldn’t do a thing to hurt us.

“One more thing. You have to promise to pay attention to fishing after this!” Dad demanded. We agreed.

“James, I’ll take care of Donald, while you take care of Andrew and Tom. Is that okay with you?” my Uncle said.

“It’s A-OK, Richard!” Dad replied.

So each Dad took care of his son. Dad took Andrew and told him to place his hands behind his back. Dad took from his pocket his large handkerchief, folded it, then used it to tie my brother’s wrists. It soon was snug and secure, and I saw that Dad is as good at knots as he claimed to be. After all, he thought Andrew how to tie knots at the first place. He then tied rope around his waist, cinched it after wrapping it around several times, then knotted it off, then tied the loose ends to his wrists. He then made Andrew sit on the floor near the wooden post, where he crossed his ankles, then tied it up. He then tied his knees. Dad then tied his upper body with rope, further pinning his arms to his sides. Dad then took a rope, tied one end of it to his son’s ankles, and tied the other end to the post, leashing him. He then gagged Andrew with another wadded handkerchief, then held it by cleave-gagging my brother with another large handkerchief. He finished by tying a scarf around his mouth, further securing his gag. My brother just sat on the floor, waiting for the others to finish so he could begin his escape attempt, although by the look of things, he hasn’t got a prayer of getting out.

“Wait for me, Tom. I’ll be back. And don’t even think of helping your brother!” Dad told me. “Watch them, Richard!” 

“Okay James, Okay.” My Uncle responded.

So Dad left. I spent the time taunting the helpless Andrew. In the meantime, my Uncle got busy with my cousin. He tied his hands behind his back, after which he secured it to his waist. After that, he wrapped more rope around his upper body, further pinning his arms to his sides. He then made his son lie on the wooden floor on his stomach. What he did was almost expected. He crossed his son’s ankles, then tied it. He then proceeded with his knees. Of course, he is very, very careful in his knots. He finally hog-tied his son. After that, he asked his son if he was all right before gagging him.

“Are you all right, son?” my Uncle asked my cousin.

“Sure Dad!” 

“Does the ropes hurt, or is it too tight?” 

“Don’t worry Dad, I’m fine!”

“Well, since you’re fine, open your mouth wide open.”

Donald opened his mouth, and accepted the gag. It was a clean white handkerchief wadded up. He then duct taped his son. He then asked again if he’s all right. Donald nodded.

My dad soon returned with a small chair with no armrests in his hands. He placed it near Donald and Andrew and told me to sit there.

“But Dad, why get another chair from outside, when there is three or four chairs here in the hold?” I asked.

“You’ll see. Now sit!” Dad ordered. I sat on the chair and he pulled my arms behind the chair’s backrest. My wrists were able to touch behind the chair. So that was it. The other chairs already in the hold is too wide for me to put my arms around, so he went and took another chair that was small enough to accommodate me. Dad then took a four feet long rope and expertly wrapped it around my wrists, finishing by cinching it and knotting it off. He then tied more rope around my upper body and the backrest, pinning it to the chair. He proceeded to tie my crossed ankles and knees. Finally, he shoved a clean handkerchief in my mouth, and duct taped it to hold it in my mouth.

“Now, let’s see how good you boys really are!” Dad said after finishing with me.

We took that as our cue to begin. Well, all I could say is that Dad is indeed as good at knots as he always claims to be. The ropes were snug and secure, but it didn’t hurt at all. I struggled of course, if just for show and to prove that I won’t give up that easily. Well, as expected, I got nowhere. The ropes were too well tied for me to have any progress, so after about ten minutes, I gave up. I just sat there, for the remaining third hour (meaning twenty minutes), saving my energy. Andrew, who made a show hopping around the post, but was made a laughing stock when the rope coiled around the post instead and that further restricted his movements. Even I have to laugh. Donald, for his part, fell to his side, and after being helped by his father on his stomach, just gave up. So our Dads defeated us.

Our dads were laughing at us the whole time, especially at the “winner” of our previous competition, Andrew, who made a fool of himself. They also taunted us.

“Ha, at least our boys won’t get into any trouble now!” Dad remarked. Well, they laughed and laughed, until they got tired. 

“Want to hear one of our experiences when we were kids?” Uncle Richard suddenly asked.

Of course we wanted to hear the story. So we nodded. Dad and my Uncle then positioned two of the chairs in the hold in front of us. They sat on the chairs, and began to tell the story.

“It was a summer nineteen years ago, when I was 11 and Richard was 9.” Dad narrated. “Well, it was just another hot summer day, when we decided go to our private clubhouse. Well our clubhouse was just a small wooden shed, kinda like the sheds here in your great-grandfather’s farm, except it has no water tap, only a table with several stools in it. And it has a wooden floor. It wasn’t much, but we spent much of our time there, playing cards, holding meetings, studying, telling stories and that sort of stuff. There are no rules around that clubhouse, except one. NO GIRLS ALLOWED.”

“Now, one of our friends during that time is Calvin Holmes, although we all call him Cal.” Uncle Richard continued. “Cal looks just like you Tom, has sandy hair, and green eyes and is 10 years old. Now, it was on one summer afternoon in 1947 that one of our first tie-up experiences occurred. James, Cal and I were as usual, headed to our clubhouse. When all of a sudden, two girls, you Mom, who we shall call Mary, and her friend, Rachel appeared at our rear and started to follow us. Now, back then, at our age, boys and girls are mortal enemies.”

“ ‘And where do you think you’re going following us!’ James complained.”

“ ‘Oh, we just wanted to know where you’re going.’ Rachel replied.”

“ ‘It’s none of your business! So just go away!’ Cal shouted!”

“The girls just turned around and disappeared as quickly as they appeared.” Dad continued. “We of course went to the clubhouse, and after unlocking the padlock, we entered, and we spent a couple of minutes playing cards. Well, we barely started when there was a knock. I quickly opened the door, thinking it was one of the boys. Well, I was mistaken. It was Mary and Rachel.”

“ ‘Hi James!’ Rachel greeted.”

“ ‘What are you doing here?’ I asked.”

“ ‘Oh, we just want to know what’s in your little club’ Mary replied in her cutest way. ‘Could we come in?’ ”

“ ‘No!’ I immediately shot back.”

“ ‘Why?’ Rachel asked.”

“ ‘Because there are NO GIRLS ALLOWED! ’ I shouted, then slammed the door at their faces. We all laughed at the girls. I guess they just left because they stopped bothering us after that.”

“We left after a couple of minutes.” my Uncle continued. “We of course padlocked our clubhouse. We were only gone a couple of minutes when Cal forgot something in the clubhouse and we went back to get it. When we got back, we were surprised to see the clubhouse door unlocked. We entered, and we caught Mary and Rachel red handed snooping at the clubhouse. We were very angry, for they broke in.”

“ ‘What are you doing snooping here?!’ I demanded.”

“ ‘Ah, we’re just leaving, so…’ Mary replied, but before she could finish…”

“ ‘You’re not going anywhere! You need to be taught a lesson about snooping at other’s property!’ Cal said with a sinister tone.”

“ ‘Sorry guys!’ Rachel said, then both girls ran to the door. We were too quick for them, however, and I was able to catch Rachel, while Mary was caught by Cal.”

“ ‘Let me go!’, both of them shouted.”

“ ‘Not until you promise not to snoop again and admit you’re wrong!’ we shot back. “

“ ‘No way!’ the girls defiantly replied. Well, the girls struggled, but although with great difficulty, we were able to hold them. But it was very difficult.”

“ ‘Get the ropes!’ I shouted to James. James then got the cue and took the ropes on one of chest at the corner of the clubhouse. ‘Let’s tie them up!’ I shouted.”

“When they heard that, they intensified their struggles and tried to loosen our grip.” Dad continued. “Well, we soon were able to tie Rachel’s hands behind her and tie her ankles then made her sit on the floor. I then went to Cal and tied Mary’s hands behind her and her ankles and we made them sit on the floor side by side.”

“ ‘Untie us!’ Mary demanded.”

“ ‘And if we don’t!’ Cal replied.”

“ ‘Then I’ll scream!’ Rachel threatened, then she began to do just that. But before it had any effect, I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth, and her screams were stifled. Richard did the same to Mary. Cal then rummaged through the chest, and produced two handkerchiefs, which we stuffed in the girls’ mouth. We then took another piece of cloth and cleaved gagged them with it to hold the handkerchiefs in their mouth.”

“They just mmmpphhhh. ‘That’ll teach you both a lesson not to snoop in this clubhouse ever!’ Cal said.”

“ ‘And since you want so much to be in our clubhouse, then we’ll let you stay. Although you’ll be pretty tied up!’ Richard remarked, then we all laughed. We then left the two inside to think about what they did.”

“We waited until about a half-hour until we decided to go back and untie them.” my Uncle continued. “James declined, saying ‘You go ahead, I have to do something else. So Cal and I decided to go on to the girls. Well, before we reached the clubhouse, we passed our house, and Mom suddenly called. So Cal went on alone to the clubhouse. I just told him to wait for me before he unties the girls.”

“It turns out that Mom just asked some questions on some matters I forgot. Well, after satisfying Mom by my answers, I went back to the clubhouse. What I saw completely surprised me. Mary and Rachel were loose, and Cal was tied up, hands behind back, ankles crossed, gagged with a piece of cloth and lying on the floor. Before I could react, both girls turned on me, and since it was two against one, I had no chance. Soon, I was bound hand and foot and gagged exactly like Cal. My mouth was stuffed and covered by a cleave gag.”

“ ‘That’ll teach boys on tying up poor defenseless girls like us!’ Mary exclaimed, then laughed after I was tied up.”

“ ‘Yea. Next time we ask something, just do it!’ Rachel added, then laughed. ‘This should teach you boys on bullying us girls!’ She then started to tickle me, and I discovered then and there I was ticklish, because soon, I was laughing and laughing. Cal too laughed his head off. They tickled us until we were in tears, and we ended begging them to stop tickling us.”

“ ‘They stopped, and then left. Before leaving, Rachel remarked, ‘By the way, you boys stink at tying knots! It was easy to get out!’ That completed our humiliation. We were not able to tie up the girls effectively, then they were able to enter our clubhouse, I tried to get free as soon as they left, but unlike us, the girls tied a mean knot. They were able to tie us effectively, and that is most embarrassing to a boy.”

“So I was forced just to wait for somebody to untie me. I was too inexperienced to look for knots or to undo Cal’s knots or for Cal to look for my knots. Twenty minutes later, James arrived and untied us all, laughing at us for letting the girls make a fool of us. Still there was a question on how they were able to break in, considering that the padlock was merely unlocked, not destroyed or anything.”

“So that’s all. We plotted our revenge and got the girls good the next time, but that story is for another time!” Dad finished.

The story was told in a little over an hour, to a captive audience, literally and figuratively. We were so attentive on the story that we forgot the thirty-minute rule that was supposed to have us free after thirty minutes. Anyway, our Dads soon untied us after telling us the story, and we soon were bugging them to tell us what happened next, kinda like the people in this forum bug people who have unfinished stories. Our dads just kept saying, “Another time, son”.

We ended up fishing for the rest of the day, and our Dads talked nothing but fishing, to our disappointment. We found fishing enjoyable, however, after we caught a couple of fish ourselves. Soon, I found a new hobby that I continue to do to this day - fishing. We returned home about seven, and we met on our way home our grandfather and great-grandfather coming home from town. We entered the house all at the same time, and a surprise father’s day party organized by our Moms greeted us. Our Moms cooked and we all ate the fish we caught. Immediately after the party, I immediately jotted down what happened during the day in my diary, down to the most minute of details, as I always do ever since I’ve got my diary.

It was a pleasant day. It was the first time I was tied up by my Dad, and the first time our parents told us their adventures when they were young. But it was not the last time Dad and my uncle became involved, and it certainly is not the last time the adults told us their experiences. Needless to say, it was one of the most memorable experiences I had as a child. When writing this story, I only needed few references from my diary to be able to write this down. I grew closer to my father, and I learned a new hobby—fishing. The next tie up game occurred the next day, on a Monday, this time without any adults involved. What happened? Read the next part and find out!

The current crop of tying-up game stories are mostly very good, but I still think Richard Rulez! :-)

Richard, if you really don't want to post here because some people think your stories are too long, you can always email them to me so I can put them up on my asstr site (see link). :-)

Still Richard's #1 fan in spite of Richard's absence from the chat

To Ron:I Had No Idea Because the sofabed I have has a large yellow sticker under the seat that says: Do Not Close Sofabed While Person In it May cause serious crushing Injury

To the Person Who Sombody Is arguing with:I agree with somebody on all terms How can someone go for 2 full days without food or water? And on top of that hanging upside down bound and gagged. I know You said hanging upside is not completly upside down but in your story you said you were hanging like a bat. Either contradict the truth or I will keep arguing.

P.S. Ill finish My story soon,I had to go Before

THE END I have many more story's that ill post soon

When I was 12 My Friend mike slept over. We hung out all day at about 8 he called his mom and asked if he could sleep over and his mom said yes.He ran home and got his bag. he came back in my house and we just played board games and stuff.At around 10 my parents went to bed and so did we I had my bed and mike had a sleeping bag. Me and him both secretly loved self bondage but we never tried two people bondage. at about 11 he woke me up and asked if i wanted to play a game i agreed and he got up and grabbed his bag he took his clothes out and under it was duct tape, rope and socks I dumbly asked what's that for?he said "youll see"
I went to lie down again but he grabbed a sock, shoved it in my mouth and wrapped duct tape around my head he then secured my wrists and anklkes to the bedposts. He said "now try to escape in a half an hour" after a few minutes I got my arms loose and unfassened my legs I unwound the duct tape
and spit out the sock.He was in the bathroom at the time so I waited for him. When he came back I jammed another sock into his mouth and wound duct tape around his head I tied his wrists behind him and tied his ankles I then put him in the sleeping bag backwards and tied the end. I tightend the sleeping bag by wrapping duct tape around in 4 places I found a large cardboard box and placed the sleeping bag inside I closed the box and duct taped it shut I put the box in a large black trash bag from the kitchen I duct taped the bag over the box and put this enormus box into a closet i covered it with coats and blankets I yelled "Try and escape that" he was bound and gagged in a reversed sleeping bag in a box in a bag in a closet covered with stuff. he couldnt escape. I let him out in the morning and he swore revenge

MORE TO COME!!!!!!

you commented:

"Sweden: having the gene for tying. In most people it does fade when the idea of touching a woman and making her attractive is overwhelmed by the "real thing." ""

I don't have any professional knowledge about this, but to me it seems like many kids play TUG's, but only a few pursue their interest in bondage when they grow up. My point was that these people have the "tying gene".

Speaking for myself, that gene was very inactive when I started getting a sexual interest for girls, and "showed itself" later on in life.

Your thread of discussion is a little hard to follow, but what of it I understand, seems fair enough to me.

On solid foods, I have yet to perform the experiment, after I did I will post the results.

To 12345678910 of America

In your story, you said “I then put him in the sleeping bag backwards and tied the end. I tightend the sleeping bag by wrapping duct tape around in 4 places I found a large cardboard box and placed the sleeping bag inside I closed the box and duct taped it shut I put the box in a large black trash bag from the kitchen I duct taped the bag over the box and put this enormus box into a closet i covered it with coats and blankets I yelled ‘Try and escape that’ he was bound and gagged in a reversed sleeping bag in a box in a bag in a closet covered with stuff. he couldnt escape. I let him out in the morning”

You say he was completely covered. Well I have a question. How did he breath if he was completely covered like that? Did the box have air holes in it? And even if it did, it was covered with coats and blankets that would prevent air from going in. And even if air did manage to penetrate in the box, he was covered with sleeping bag, remember? So if everything you say in the story is true, your friend must have some extraordinary powers not to suffocate inside it. 

Again I’m not telling your story is fake. Maybe you omitted some details which would clarify your story, or your memory failed you when you’re writing the story. So please answer some of my objections. If you clarified it to my satisfaction, I would accept it as true but if you did not, I will regard it as fake. This also goes to John of USA, who still has to provide an answer to numerous objections to his stories.

To the Unknown, Schiznach and Lisa

I’m still waiting for you to post your sequels to your earlier stories. To the Unknown, I’m still waiting to hear if you were able to get you’re s revenge on your sisters Torrie and Sarah (hope I got it right). To Schiznach, I would love to read other stories of the camp. Don’t worry about the length, the longer the better. And Lisa, I’m still waiting for Part V. Oh yes, I almost forgot, Dee Dee (Diane), I’m still waiting for you to finish your story that you left hanging on early May.

Second of all 1234567890 your a fake

Thank You Come again

Something involving those long white socks that they sometimes wear??????? 

I know that sounds kinda stupid, but thats something im interested in and I would luv2 read other ppls experiences.

I hav a few memories myself, maybe some time i could tell y'all about them (if i can think back 10 years ago that is)

Im gonna be on my computer in a couple of days and this will be the first site i check. Till then ;)

Ric

Ric, I have an experience which is exactly what you are looking for. Im 18 from Scotland and it happened a couple of months ago.
Every1 in my year was celebrating leaving school and I had a good time (if u know what I mean).

If you are still online you will hopefully read this, let me know if you want me2 tell my experience.

How old are you??

J18

Second: To Ric I have a story about being tied by a schoolgirl and being forced her clothes I you want to hear it tell me

He is certainly right on.

The scary thing is that among the million and a half readers of this group, there are plenty of idiots who will read crap like that, and actually try it in their mindless illiterate sadism/masochism. 

Just how are the resulting deaths directly caused by this forum going to be avoided?

Many have already occurred, as some of those who have researched the subject already know.

Does anyone have stories of people being tied up when they really need the bathroom, and being forced to wait? Or perhaps you have been in this tricky situation yourself? Come and post your story here!

See ya later!

#2, the duct tape was removed during the process of separating everybody and placing them in different spots. I was tied up from the shoulders down, the mouth was not gagged later in the story. 

Sorry for leaving out these details, I was kind of tired when doing this and had some memory lapses. Hope this clears it up a tad. 

It was a Friday evening and I was looking forward to going to my cousins' house they were (all fake names) Lisa 18
Jenn 12 and Sally 12.I would be going there the next morning
Now a brief moment of histoy: Before my cousin's moved they
used to live with my family. When I was 9 and they were 7 (lisa was 12 then) I always tied and gagged jenn and sally when they annoyed me In this story im 14 and there 12 and they get there revenge with lisa's help.
 

Back to the story. I slept well that night looking forawrd to a great weekend.
At 8:00 Am we left for there house.At around 9:30 We arrived
My aunt Judy and uncle Ed Greeted Us I asked where the girls
were and Ed told me to look in there room. So I walked upstairs to their room and they greeted me we hung out and played board games and stuff.We ate lunch and went outside
Then This really took me by surprise Lisa tacked me into the grass while jenn and Sally held me down I saw lisa starting to pull some stuff out of a bag she had I saw rope duct tape 
socks and after that shocked me she then pulled out a pair of red panties then a red bra along with a purple tube top
and a black skirt with skin colored Pantyhose along with strappy high heel shoes I was scared and struggling. 
 

read the next part to find out what happens

A couple months ago school was finishin and every1 was celebratin in their seperate tutors. Ive always considered myself quite fortunate to be in a school where the school uniforms for the girls are very sexy ;)

white shirt, green blazer, green tie, V.SHORT green mini skirt and white knee length socks/green tights.

On the last day we were in class, listenin to music and eatin some free food. It was quite crap, the music was crap and the food was crap. some daft lassies were up dancin amd had taken their shoes off so u could see their socks (OK Ric). Most of them were ugly except for Julie. She is stunning. Stunning like Jennifer Lopez or Britney Spears. Just Gorgeous. Every guy I know fancies her.

Anyway, we were all bored and to cut a long story short all the guys ended up chasin all the girls around the school. This, or so ive heard, happens every year. I dont know what the purpose of this game is, but i know what I had planned. 

I was chasing Julie for ages. In and around the halls. She didnt go outside cos she still had no shoes on. I thot itd be easy to catch her but she evaded me for flippin ages.

I caught a couple of lassies, held their arms behind their backs and then handed them over to some of my pals and they had their wicked way with them. I think they just tickled them or something.

To cut this story even shorter I was chasin Julie and 2 of her pals. For a second I thot id lost them but then i realised they were hiding under a set of staircases. I jumped out and (like a bunch of girls) they jumped around lots, screaming their heads off and tried to make a run for it. I grabbed for Julie and caught her (thankfully). I held her arms behind her back with my arms as she kicked and screamed (while laughing) trying to get away. She shouted for her pals to come back, but they just ignored her.

I swiped her tie from her neck and told her that it would be easier if she stopped tryin to run away but she just ignored me. I turned her around, grabbed both her hands, crossed them over and then to tied them together with her tie. She pleaded 'OH, come on.....' But i just laughed and told her that if i was to catch her pals i couldnt let her escape. She completely submitted when i said that and started to play along. When i finished with her hands, leaving some of the tie loose, she asked what next. I guided her over to the stairs, raised her arms above her head. Her body was stretched and she was balancing on her tip-toes. I tied the rest of the tie to the stairs. She said 'you better not walk away now' but that was the last thing on my mind.

I had dreamt of being in this position for years. All the different things i wanted to do to her at that moment were racing through my mind. She kept frantically looking up at her bound wrists, wriggling them around, causing her body to sway from side to side and at times completely losing her balance. I found this quite funny and we both laughed at this for ages. I decided to take a chance and moved towards her.

I put my face up2 hers and she screwed up her face at me and asked what the hell i was doing????
I told her not to worry then got down on my my knees and began taking her socks off. I had to hold each foot when doing this so she didnt lose balance. I found this to be a big turn on ;) When I had both socks I used one of them to tie her feet together. I used the other as a gag cos i didnt want her to make too much noise. I used my tie as a gag around her mouth to secure the sock in place. 

Basically for the next 5-10 minutes i was tickling her feet, thighs, sides and armpits. I untied her and we both went to class. No1 was there so she got her shoes, blazer and schoolbag, smiled at me then said she was headin home. I wished her good luck at Uni, she wished me good luck and that was school finished. I will always remeber my last day of school as probably the best ever day of school in my life. The image of her stretched body tied to those bannisters will fuel my fantasies for th rest of my life - or at least until something better happens.

Ive now heard that shes going to the same Uni as me - Heriot Watt. We are not studying the same course but i will probably see her at Freshers week. Im looking forward to that - if any1 knows what i mean ;)
 

If you wish to post a story to this group please send them to this e-mail address and I will post them to the site for you!
 

My friends and I are going camping next week and we usually have a few tied-up/escape challenges. One has told me he has a new tie he wants to use on me - the "spread-eagle hog-tie". I've never heard of it. Can anyone tell me what it's like?

We win a point by escaping, lose two points by having to be untied, and no change by 'waiting it out' staying tied until the next game starts (yes, that's usually all night/day).

We call the game "Dip-to-Dip" - because we tie from our evening swim to our morning dip or vice-versa. I get to choose being tied at bedtime or in the morning (and yes, we all skinnydip so there is absolutely no way to hide a knife or scissors while being tied up).

Night is good for for impossible-to-escape but relatively comfortable tie-ups like spread-eagle. Morning is good for ties you can escape from so you have your day free, or for inescapable ties that you can't take for hours like hog-ties and will have to forfeit. 

I can refuse the tie, but I really want to see what it's like and could use the points. Help!

Right after they had bound, gagged, and tickled me, I had of course, immediatley planned my subsequent revenge. It never really happened though- my mom discouraged this kind of behavior, and after awhile I decided it wasn't worth the effort- my older sister was bigger and stronger than I at the time, and she's the one I really wanted. I decided to forget about tying them up, and worry about my revenge down the road.

Several weeks after my ordeal, however, came another tie up game. It was just my sisters and I, hanging out like we always did, on a weekday afternoon. My mom was nowhere to be found, but that wasn't unusual- she often had to work late or run errands, and she thought we were responsible enough to look after ourselves (in retrospect, we probably weren't) so she often left us home alone.

We played various games, and eventually we got in an argument over what to do next. I wanted to play video games (go Super Nintendo) and Sarah (my younger sister) wanted to play barbies. Naturally I was completley opposed to this idea- playing Barbies was like the last thing I ever wanted to do.

"Let's just play Barbie's!" Sarah insisted.

"Barbies are for girls. I'm not a girl," I explained, as if I needed to.

"You can be Ken!" she exclaimed excitedly, as if this was the solution to our problems.

"Ken is stupid, Barbies are stupid, and you are stupid!" I shouted back. I didn't have time for this.

"Shut up, both of you, or I'll gag you both!" Torrie (my older sister) screamed. Right as she said this, my younger sister's eyes seemed to glow up with enthusiasm.

"What?" I asked.

"That's it- we should play a tie up game!" she said with a smirk. I was far from impressed, but Torrie seemed thrilled with the idea.

"That's a great idea!" Torrie said with a grin. I frowned.

"I'm not sure I like that idea," I said plainly. The last time someone had been tied up, it had been me, and it hadn't been the most pleasureable of expiriences.

"Well you might not even be the one who is tied up- it could be any of us," Torrie explained. This caught my attention. I really wasn't in the mood to be bound, gagged, tortured, or humiliated, but doing any or all of those to one of my sisters seemed like a fantastic idea.

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"What we'll do is this- we'll all write our names down on a piece of paper, and put them all in a hat. We will draw out one name, and that person gets to be tied up. We tied them and gag them with whatever we can find around the house. Then we give them half an hour to escape. If they can't, they get tickled tortured. If they can, they get to tie up the other two, and the same rules apply. What do you think?"

As much as I wasn't wild about the prospect of being tied up, the game sounded relativley fun, and if I was the tier rather than the tyee, I knew it could be a good time for revenge.

"Alright," I decided, "I'm in,"

"Great!" Torrie said gleefuly. We all got pieces of paper and pens to write down our names. Suddenly an evil thought entered my head. What if I were just to write "Torrie" on the paper? Would either of them ever know? Of course not. It was a fool proof plan, and it single-handedly eliminated the chance that I could be the one who was tied up. Of course, I was mistaken.

I put my folded piece of paper into the hat, as did my sisters. Then Sarah placed her hand in, and fished around for one of the names. She pulled one out, unfolded it, and read it aloud. She said my name.

"What?" I gasped. How was that possible? I knew of course, that I had been set up. They must have put my name down! But what could I do? My only proof inolved giving up the fact that I had done the very same thing- they had beat me at my own game.

"Yup- you are the unlucky one. Head over to that chair while Sarah and I get the supplies," Torrie instructed. I considered making a run for it, but there was more dignity in letting two girls tie you up then having two girls overpower you and force you into bondage, so I headed over to the chair.

I sat down, staring into space. How the hell had I screwed myself so badly? I never should have agreed to play this game. Now I was going to be tied up... My only hope was to now find some way of escaping their bonds. If I got out in less than 30 minutes, I wouldn't be tickled, and I would get to tie them. That was precisley what I needed to do- I wasn't sure if I could though. It would be tough. The last time they had tied me, I had been hopelessly bound and gagged at their mercy. Perhaps this time would be different.

Soon, my two sisters came back. They carried several coils of rope, a bandanna, a pair of balled up socks, and a large roll of silver duct tape. I sighed loudly- I didn't want to be tied up.

"That's right- we come prepared. Soon you'll be our helplessly bound captive," Sarah beamed. I considered slugging her in the face.

Torrie made her way behind me with some rope and began to bind my wrists. She wrapped them tightly with the cord. It hurt a little, but not enough to justify crying out- but it burned just enough to irritate me. She worked for a few minutes straight, yanking at the taut wrapping in different directions as she tied various knots. I had a sinking feeling that I wouldn't be going anywhere for awhile, and I began to get really worried.

At the same time, Sarah was beginning to tie my ankles to each leg of the chair with more long lengths of rope. I had impulses to fight back, to struggle, and to try and escape, but I decided against it. Then I would be breaking the rules of the game. I had little chance of escaping their rath at this point, so I might as well play along. If I fought them, and was overpowered, they would tickle me relentlessly, and wouldn't be under any pressure to let me go. This way, things would be okay- for awhile anyway. Hey, I still had thirty minutes to get free, then I would get to tie them up- I decided to put all of my energy into freeing myself and beating them at their own game.

By this point, my hands and feet were helplessly bound, as I sat in near helplessness. There wasn't much I could do at this point, except to accept any further bonds and gags they wished to administer, and try to free myself when the timer started. Torrie wasn't satisfyed with my helplessness, of course, and worked to continue tying me.

She wrapped ropes around my chest, pinning me to the back of the chair, then wrapped rope around my lap, pinning me to the seat of the chair. I was hopeless. The knots were all tight and thick, and it would take alot of effort to even start and untie them... And that's when things got really hairy.

Torrie picked up the duct tape, and smiled devilishly. I figured she was going to plaster a strip over my mouth to silence me, but was surprised she didn't want to pack my mouth to ensure silence first. One strip of tape would surley be easy to remove, however, so I wasn't in the least bit concerned. Of course she wasn't ready to gag me yet- she had grander plans.

She tore off several long strips of the tape, and began to wrap them around the knots on my bonds. The tape was sticky and strong, and would clearly hold fast- now I was getting nervous- and infuriated. My chances of freeing myself under these circumstances had diminished greatly. Now, I was in trouble.

"Hey! You can't do that! That's not fair!" I exclaimed angirly. I wasn't going to put up with this.

"And exactly WHAT are you going to do about it? I don't think you're in a position to be telling me what I can and cannot do," Torrie replied.

"But..." Torrie tore of another strip, but instead of continuing to tape up the knots like I expected, she taped up my mouth. She did it so quick that I had no chance to react or try and aviod it. The tight adhesive strip molded to my face, holding my mouth tightly shut. I grunted loudly at this, and she and Sarah gleefully squealed with delight. Overall I think it is fair to say they got the most joy out of gagging me- it gave them a rush to shut me up without my permission.

It was only a single strip of duct tape, so it wasn't a long term gag, but for the time being it kept me quiet, and I think that was all that Torrie was looking for at the time. She continued to tape up all of the knots, and it soon became evident to me that I was not going to free myself, and I was going to be tickled- I was going to be their prisoner for as long as they desired.

Now that the knots had all been secured, Torrie reached up and with one fluid motion, ripped the tape away from my lips. I'm not going to lie- it hurt like the dickens, and I screamed something inappropriate for this site.

"Such dirty words..." remarked Sarah. "Maybe we should gag him again? Keep those words from coming out?"

Torrie smiled. "All in good time. We need to make sure that this gag is a really efficient one- better than last time,"

Better than last time? This wasn't sounding good for me. With that, she reached over and grabbed a pair of the balled up socks.

"Open wide- be a good boy," she ordered.

Even though I was originally planning on being as strong as possible and not giving in at all to their whims, I found myself pleading not to be gagged- at least not in the manner that they seemed to have planned.

"Please- please Tor, not the socks and duct tape. The socks hurt my jaw and the duct tape is murder on my skin- please, could you just use that bandanna and.... Oommpph!"

I never finished my sentence, the large balled up socks that were suddenly crammed into my mouth preventing me.

"There we go!" Sarah said cheerily. I let out a sharp grunt at this remark- it infuriated me to be mocked by my sisters while being gagged. After all... They were my sisters.

With the socks planted firmly in my mouth, I was effectivley gagged- I mean, they wouldn't use the phrase "put a sock in it" if a sock didn't shut you up, would they? Well anyway, I knew, as did my sisters, that it wouldn't take me long to get the socks out of my mouth, so they took it to the next step with the duct tape.

Torrie picked up the roll of shiny metallic tape and pulled out a large length, bringing it and the roll toward my face. As she brought the exposed strip to my lips, it occurred to me that we both had something plastered on our faces- I had duct tape plastered on mine to shut me up, and she had a smile of joy and victory plastered on hers.

She continued to smooth this tape out, the cool tape molding to my face as she ran her fingers over it. I noticed, that she hadn't cut off a piece of tape, and the roll was still attatched to my tape gag. Apparently she wasn't done. She then began to wrap the tape all the way around my head, as tightly as she could, moving slowly and carefully, making it as inescapable as possible. She pressed the tape around the back of my head, against my hair, then all the way around to the front of my face, pressing another layer of the sticky wrap over the first, reinforcing my silence. She continued this process, wrapping the tape all the way around my head at least six times, smoothing each tight new layer of silver tape with her fingers. The seal over my lips ran from the very bottom of my chin up to my nose, and was as tight as humanly possible- the tops of my cheeks were puffy and red as the bulged over the top of the duct tape, both the socks stuffed into my mouth and the tape wrapped around it causing it to do so.

"Now that is a gag!" Sarah exclaimed, wide-eyed, as she stared at the heavy tape which covered the packing, which held me helplessly silent. Naturally I was thinking the same thing, but of course I was in no position to say anything about it. Torrie placed the roll of tape down, and stepped back to admire her haniwork. She smiled again, very wickedly this time.

"It really is something. The ropes will keep him from going anywhere, and he certainly won't be able to call for any help with that gag- I mean, look at it, there's no way he'll be able to get that out. And I mean..." she reached down and pinched my leg. I howled in pain, but the sock packing and layers of duct tape stiffled my cry to a minimal grunt that was barley hearable. "... It's not like anyone can hear him through it either. Looks like we've got this bet taken care of," she added with a grin.

She and Sarah gave each other a high five. Apparently they were counting their chickens before they hatched. Or maybe not. I didn't want to start my desperate struggle for freedom until after they had lost intrest and gone off to watch TV or the like, but I knew Torrie had a point. The ropes were tight and strong, with thick knots reinforced with tape. The gag was of course, strict and silencing- I wasn't getting it off and I couldn't make a peep. I knew, however, that I had to get out. I just had to.

It was just then, that I realized that Torrie had not yet completed her masterpiece. She reached over for the last item she had brought down- a handkerchief- and folded it up, before bringing it up to my eyes and bringing it around them. She pulled it tautly around my head before tying it in the back- and everything was dark. I could no longer see Torrie and Sarah's smiling faces, but I could see them in my head, grinning psychotically at my situation. I could hear them giggle... It was time to begin.

"Time starts... Now. You've got half an hour," I heard Torrie say.

Here I was, bound, gagged, and now blindfolded by my sisters, with my chances of escape slim to say the least, but most definitley necessary. What should I do now?

Even though I had originally planned to attempt my escape only after Torrie and Sarah were out of sight, I could no longer see, so I decided it didn't matter if I waited. It wouldn't be embarrassing to struggle helplessly in front of them, because I couldn't see their smug faces; heck, I didn't even know for sure if they were there.

So, I began to fight the bonds. I started with my wrists of course, which were tightly bound behind the back of the chair. First I gave the ropes a sharp yank, which of course, did nothing but give my wrists some rope burn. The ropes were strong and tight, and I wasn't going to break them or simply pull and arm free, that was for sure. Just for kicks I tried to twist my wrists in opposite directions, mess around with them a little, to see if I could free myself. After further irritating my wrists and realizing that I would have to undo the knot somehow, I let out a soft sigh into my heavy gag. The girls giggled at this. I could feel my face blushing, but decided to continue. If I were to free myslef, I would make sure that THEY would be the ones that were blushing.

There was no time to worry about my revenge now, though- I needed first to get myself into a position where I could claim revenge. I groped at the knots with my fingers, and felt the smooth encasing duct tape that was wrapped around them. I tried to feel the knots underneath, but it was evident to me that there was no way that I could undo them or even work on them without getting this tape of first. I tried to find the end so that I could peel away the tape, but I was exasperated to find that my bound wrists couldn't reach that part of the tape... I continued to feel for it anyway. I needed to be free.

"25 minutes!" Sarah announced cheerily. She was apparently thrilled with my lack of progress in my first five minutes bound.

I yanked at my bonds angrily with noted frustration, grunting into my gag.

"Yes, yes, I tied you nice and tight. What was that again? I'm sorry, but if you want us to hear you, you're going to have to speak up over that gag," Torrie mocked. I ignored her and concentrated on the task at hand.

I tugged at the bonds holding my ankles to the legs of the chair. They were just as tight, strong, and contricting as the ropes holding my wrists, only I wasn't going to be able to untie them. Back to my wrists.

I felt, and groped, and struggled relentlessly at the tape over the knots- I could barley reach the end of the tape and it was proving impossible to peel up. I worked for several minutes, and I had worked up a good sweat before I finally decided to give up... Right before I had a break through. I grasped the smooth edge of the tape securing the knot one more time in a last ditch effort, and with a small tug, it peeled back.

Success! I continued to peel back the tape, and could feel the rope in the knot bellow now- I was in good shape.

"Torrie- look! He's gotten the tape off of the knot tying his wrists!" I heard Torrie exclaim in a concerned tone. Ah hah! Perhaps even more rewarding then getting the tape off of my wrists was my sister's reaction to it.

"I'm not worried- he still has to get the knots undone- and he's only got fifteen minutes. I'm confident," Torrie calmed. I too realized this, and knew I needed to take things up a notch. I was so close now- all that stood between me and emminant freedom was a few measly knots.

By this point, of course, the gag was beginning to take its toll. The sock that had been crammed deep into my mouth was causing my jaw to ache, and biting into it gave me more pain. I felt like I was about to choke on it, and it was soggy and nasty, crushing my tongue down, hurting my mouth. The tape was no better- it was ridiculously tight, and ached as well- it almost felt as though it was cutting off the blood circulation to the top of my head. The duct tape was so sticky that I couldn't even more my head in the slightest bit- doing so caused the full duct tape wrap-around to yank the hair from my skull. Ouch.

I moaned at the pain, but the soft groan barley came out at all behind the sock and duct tape. It may have hurt, but it worked.

The knots, however, were strong, and virtually unpickable. They were literally like rocks made out of rope- unmovable in the least bit. As much as I tugged, yanked, felt, pressed, pushed, or pulled, the knots seemed to stay the same. My fingers were getting more and more tired by the second- I fought, working for freedom.

A breakthough didn't seem to be on the horizon.

"Six minutes!" Sarah chimed in, just as I felt like giving up. I slouched as much as the ropes would let me, lowering my heavily wrapped head. I would have screamed swears into the gag, but I felt no need to remind my sisters of my enforced silence- they always seemed to get a kick out of that.

Eventaully I went back to work, fighting the knots like a bat out of hell, picking like a psycho. All to soon, however, I heard what I had been dreading.

"Time's up! Looks like Sarah and I won the bet!" I had lost. I was still bound, gagged, and blindfolded, and Torrie and Sarah were ready to complete the game.

I soon felt my shoes and socks being removed hastily. They were tossed carelessly to the side, as noted by the thud they made on the other side of the room. I couldn't resist calling out to my sisters for mercy.

"Mmmmmpphh!" I grunted, the gag causing my muffled grumble. The tape keeping my lips sealed seemed to hold in the sound- that is, the sound that made it passed the packing of the sock.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll take that off eventually, but we'll keep it on for awhile- just long enough to keep you shut up while we tickle you," Torrie replied smugly. I of course, knew that I was in for it.

The tickling then started, and went on for what seemed like forever. They both attacked me like ravenous wolves, their fingers rubbing and scratching at the soles of my delicate feet. I was (and still am) sensationally ticklish, so of course, I was spasming and thrashing violently.

"Mmmmmmmpppph! Mmmpphh! Mmhmmphhmmmpph!' I squelaed with giggling agony, as I squirmed uncontrollably in my seat. I was tied down tightly, and couldn't move much at all, but as the tickling ensued, it seemed as though I was jolting around more than I had originally thought possible.

I moved my feet around as much as I could, but they were held fast by the tight ropes binding them, putting them in prime position to be tickled. The fingers continued to tickle for at least fifteen mintues straight, before the girls got bored, and left me in my bound and gagged position to sit for another hour. During the wild tickle-enduced jostling, my blindfold had come off, and now tears that had come to my eyes were making their way down the three long inches of silver tape that was wrapped around my head. I was still catching my breath, breathing heavily through my nose- my gagged mouth not being an option.

Eventually they untied me, after another hour of sitting in bound and gagged isolation. I tried to free myslef during this period, but it was a fruitless effort, and I knew it while I was trying. I had also tried to scream for help (it was possible my mom had come home) but the sock packing and tape kept me virtually silent, so silent in fact, that Torrie and Sarah didn't even hear me. I tried to pry my lips apart, but of course the duct tape was strong enough to keep them sealed- so after the long hour I was released. For some reason I didn't try to fight them or retaliate right away- fear of being retied was part of it, but I was also reluctant for other reasons I wasn't sure of. I swore revenge and they only chuckled.... Of course, this time I would get my revenge...

Well that's the story of the second time I was tied. Feedback would be appriciated.

Last time, Donald, Andrew and I played a tie up game with our Dads during Father’s Day. Well, at our request, they tied us up, and while we were tied up, they told us one of their stories when they were young.

It was Monday, the day after. We spent the morning playing, although Andrew boasted about his win at the tie up competition we had at the fishing boat and teased me for my poor performance. I countered by telling everyone how he made a fool of himself by jumping around the pole, coiling his leash and further restricting him. We all had a laugh. Anyway, soon after lunch, we had nothing to do, and we decided to explore the farm.

Well, the younger kids thought it wasn’t such a good idea, while us older kids thougth it was. So Andrew, David, Frank, Donald, Robert, Jerry and I were left to explore the farm. Angela wanted to go with us, but Andrew doesn’t want her part of our exploring party, so he skillfully maneuvered us to sneak out of the house without Angela knowing. So all seven of us went exploring on the farm. 

We soon saw a wooden stake on the ground about ten yards from a barn we were in. We wouldn’t have paid much attention to it had not Jerry brought the matter up.

“See that stake?” Jerry said as he pointed to it. “It reminded me of the movie Robert and I saw where a woman was tied to a stake, and Indians kept dancing around her! Right Robert?”

“Yeah! And there were lots of wood around her too. Then, after dancing, they burned her at the stake, dancing while she was screaming on her gag because of the flames!” Robert added. 

“Wouldn’t it be nice to a girl on that stake?” Frank suddenly said. “I wish Angela was here, if only to tie her up on that stake and we can act like crazy Indians!” Frank then began to holler and dance like an Indian. 

“Will you quit it Frank!” Andrew shouted. “You’re making a fool out of yourself. But come to think of it, you’re right. I do wish we brought Angela over. We could pretend to be vicious Indians, gang up on her and tie her to the stake, then we could burn her, and we would have no trouble in life ever again!” We all laughed at that. 

Well, as if providence itself intervened in our favor, the opportunity quickly presented itself. 

“Hey guys, Angela is coming to this barn alone!” Donald shouted a little later, who was in the second floor of the barn, looking out on the window at the back part. Angela, apparently not discouraged by our taking off without her, seemed to take it upon herself to find us.

“Perfect!” Andrew said. “David, Donald, come down here. I’ve got a plan!” We gathered together, and Andrew laid out our plan of action. Basically it’s simple. We would gang up on her, gag her first so she can’t say no, tie her then tie her to the stake, all the while pretending to be Indians. Then we would dance around in a war dance around her, then pile wood around her feet. Well, try to imagine seven boys, three of them ten years old and the other four nine, ganging up on a poor, helpless, little nine year old girl and tying her up. That would seem like a little cruel, but when that little girl is Angela, it’s a whole new ball game. We all know that she could take it and would in fact enjoy it. Besides, she had it coming to her. Any girl who tries to infiltrate a boys’ activity even though she clearly was uninvited would half-expect what we had in store for her.

We closed the barn door, and took our positions. Soon, the barn door opened, and a red headed girl with brown eyes entered. It was unmistakably Angela.

“Boys! Where are you? Andy, Tom, Frank, come out, come out wherever you are! I know you’re in here. Donald, David, Robert, and Jerry, come out!” She bellowed. 

We immediately attacked. Andrew grabbed her from behind and immediately shoved a sock into her mouth, while Frank tied a bandana over her mouth to hold the sock. He then tied another scarf over her head, which secured her gag. I soon joined them. Andrew then pulled her arms behind her back, and then looped her crossed wrist palm to palm with rope. He soon cinched it and knotted it off. Frank then wrapped rope around her waist, cinched it, and then knotted it off, tying the loose ends to her wrists. Andrew tied her upper body, pinning her arms to her sides. It all happened rather too quickly, just under five minutes. It happened too fast that she was already gagged before she had a chance to say no, if she wanted to, and her hands were already tied up before she could do anything about it. So she was our prisoner whether she liked it or not, although every indication tell us that she liked it. 

“White woman trespass on Indian territory!” I said with an improvised Indian accent. “Now, we take white woman to Indian council to decide what punishment to give!”

Angela just mmmpphhed, but all indications tell us that she was playing along. Andrew and Frank marched her further into the barn, where David, Donald, Robert and Jerry were squatting, and the four formed a semi-circle.

“What now, Great Eagle (Andrew’s Indian name), what have you brought?” David asked. (We picked various Indian Names for this game).

“Chief (David), we captured white woman trespass in Indian Territory. I bring her here so we can decide what to do with her!” Andrew a.k.a. Great Eagle, replied.

“What should we do to white woman?” The chief a.k.a. David, asked the other members of the Indian council.

“I say we burn her at the stake!” Donald replied, with an ordinary American accent. Donald sucks at accents anyway.

“Big Bear (Donald) is right. They must learn to stay away from Indian Territory!” Robert exclaimed.

“What say you, Red Dog (Jerry)?” The chief a.k.a. David, asked.

“I agree with Big Bear and Black Hawk (Robert)! Red Dog says burn white woman with red hair! The spirits says that red haired woman will bring bad luck!” Robert exclaimed.

After hearing the verdict on the council, Angela struggled mightily, and to our amazement, was able to remove herself from our grip, and kneeled before David, with pleading eyes, seemingly to plead to let her cause, even if the gag reduced it just to mmmmppphhss. Oh she played her role to the hilt, even if it was involuntary, if you remember and she really had no choice. We for our part, played our also to the hilt.

“Take her to the stake!” David commanded, and Andrew and Frank grabbed her at the arms and dragged her to the stake. We have to drag her here kicking and screaming (well, because she was gagged, she was not able to actually scream, but you get the picture). With some difficulty, we finally were able to tie her to the stake. There she continued to give us a show by struggling, while we gave her a show by war dancing around her and hollering while were at it. We danced like these for about twenty minutes, or till we tired ourselves out. Angela, for her part, wore herself out, and just stood by the stake and watched us dance around her and act like complete fools and idiots.

After the war dance, which seems to do nothing but exhaust us and make us look like fools, we seemed at a loss of what to do next. Until Robert suggested something.

“How about Indian Torture!” Robert suggested.

“What’s Indian Torture?” Andrew asked.

To demonstrate, Robert went over to Angela, and tickled at her sides. She immediately broke into laughter. So that was Indian Torture. All seven of us then descended upon poor Angela, and each took a body part to tickle. She just went berserk with us non-stop tickling her. We tickled and tickled her about five minutes. By that time, she was covered with sweat, and breathing heavily, trying to recover her breathe. After the tickling, we decided to burn her!

Actually “burning” her is just laying a pile of wood at her feet, blindfolding her to scare the heck out of her, and just more dancing around her. 

“Time to burn white woman!” David proclaimed, and with that, Donald and Robert got a pile of wood from the barn. Frank and Jerry then carefully laid it on her feet, and I could tell from her eyes that she was starting to get worried about it, although of course, we had no intention of hurting her. She began to struggle hysterically, and we sure didn’t help when we scared her more with our words. I then blindfolded her, and we started to dance around her. 

Well, we didn’t burn her. We soon removed her blindfold after about ten minutes, while we were again at a loss on what to do. Untying her is out of the question, so we decided the next best thing.

“What do we do with her now?” Frank asked.

“I don’t know!” I replied. “Got any bright ideas, Robert, Jerry?”

“No. How about untying her?” Jerry suggested.

“NO! She’ll just bother us!” Andrew responded.

“Let’s just ignore her and continue to explore the farm. Someone’s surely bound to pass around here and would untie her, if not, one of us will just return and untie her after one hour.” Robert suggested.

Robert’s idea seemed the most sensible, so we went along with him. We left the barn and the stake, and we continued to do what we originally intended to do - explore the farm. We decided to split into two groups. Andrew, Robert and David comprised one team and Frank, Jerry, Donald and I consisted of the other team. We explored near the lake, while they explored near the mountains. We agreed to meet at the house after an hour. There are lots of sheds in the farm, and we spent most of the time exploring these. Soon, the hour passed, and we came back to the house. 

We soon were all at the house, and David volunteered (actually we were the one who volunteered David) to go and free Angela from the stake. I’m pretty sure all tie up games relating to the Cowboys and Indians thing is over, well, I couldn’t be more wrong. 

David left to free Angela, while Andrew, Frank and Jerry decided to play monopoly to pass the time. Robert, Donald and I decided to play cards. Andrew and Frank soon monopolized most of the properties (I occasionally watched them to know who was winning) and Jerry was driven with very little play money and property and is near bankruptcy. Robert and I also won most the card games we played, with poor Donald losing at every game. We continued to play until it was thirty minutes since David left.

“What the hell is keeping him!?” Andrew complained.

“Maybe one of us should take a look to find out what’s keeping him?” Robert suggested.

“All right! Who’s going to go out and look for him?” Andrew asked.

“I’ll go!” Jerry volunteered, who by this time was virtually bankrupt. 

“OK. Just don’t be long!” Frank said. With that, Jerry darted off to find David and find out what’s keeping him. 

We continued with what we’re doing. Fifteen minutes, later, David and Jerry still haven’t shown up. Andrew, who is short on patience, demanded that another one of us would go and find out what’s keeping them. Donald volunteered, and left. Robert and I terminated our card games, and we just watched TV in the living room. Twenty minutes later, they still haven’t return. Andrew then volunteered me to look for them, since there’s nothing good on TV, I decided to go. Robert declined to accompany me, and so I ventured forth alone to look for Donald, Jerry and David. 

I first went to the barn and to the stake where Angela was tied. I looked at the stake, and there was no Angela. Obviously, she already has been freed, unless David, Jerry or Donald transferred her to another place, which was highly unlikely. I inspected the grounds around the stake, and I found nobody. So I decided to enter the barn alone, which was a mistake I would soon regret.

As soon as I entered, three girls attacked me. It was Maggie, Betty and their ringleader, Angela. I tried to fight them but against three girls, I had no chance. Soon, I am lying on the barn floor, with Betty and Maggie holding my arms behind my back, and Angela tying my crossed wrists palm to palm. After dealing with my wrists, Angela proceeded with my ankles and knees. She then made me stand up with the help of Betty and Maggie - hey, standing with your hands tied behind you and your feet tied up is very difficult, if not impossible.

“Hey, what’s the big idea mmmpphhhh!” Angela shoved a clean handkerchief to my mouth, then took the duct tape, and sealed my mouth with it.

“Four Indians down, and three to go, cowgirls! Now, all we have to do is wait for the other three!” Angela proclaimed.

“I bet you’re wondering what happened?” Angela asked.

Of course I am. I nodded.

“Well, as you remember, I wanted to go with you. But you all sneaked out without me. Even so, since you’re only exploring the farm, and not the mountain, I decided to take my chances and look for you. I figured it would be easier to find you if you were exploring only the farm. And I was right. It was easy. I first went to this barn. I then knew you were here when I saw you slam the barn door shut. So I went in. Well, I was surprised! I’d never expected to be tied up and gagged the moment I entered. Well, I half expected it anyway coming from you guys. I would’ve complained had not you gagged me first, but since you took it upon yourselves to play Cowboys and Indians and me as involuntary prisoner, I decided to play along even in my circumstance, because I already am tied and gagged and helpless. Besides, I had no choice. You have to make the best of circumstance you know. By the way, the names you chose for yourselves are out of this world!”

“Well, I was surprised to find out I actually enjoyed this game. You guys were funny in your Indian talk and your war dance. I would’ve laughed under my gag but that would spoil your game, wouldn’t it? Well, when you left me alone, I tried to get loose, but I got nowhere. That is until who should come along but Betty and Maggie here. They teased me and tickled me, before they untied me. So, once I was untied, I began plotting my revenge. However, you guys made it easy for us by coming to this barn one by one, first David, then Jerry, then Donald and finally you. I never imagined you could be this stupid!” Angela said.

After telling me what happened, she ordered Betty and Maggie to hop me over to one of the posts in the barn. Donald was tied to another post, while David is hog-tied on the floor. Jerry is tied on a chair, with hands tied together behind the backrest and more rope pinning him to the chair. As for me, Angela lashed me to the other post, at the right of Donald. 

Angela, Betty and Maggie drew back to admire their handiwork.

“Well, who do you think will be our next prey?” Maggie asked.

“It doesn’t matter. As long as he comes here alone!” Betty replied. 

They then waited for their next victim. They sometimes taunted, teased or tickled us, but most of the time, they just ignored us. Twenty minutes passed by without anything happening. 

“Angela, Maggie, come look. Andrew, Robert and Frank are coming here - together!!” Betty announced at the window after twenty minutes.

“What? Are you sure Betty?” Angela asked.

“Take a look for yourself!” Betty replied.

“Damn! They’re not as stupid as we thougth they are!” Angela exclaimed.

It was panic time for the girls. Not only had they not expect the remaining three to come at the same time, but they also are coming on the barn door. Now, it was three against three, but they wouldn’t stand a chance against three boys. Frank, Robert and Andrew are much stronger than Betty, Maggie and Angela, and in a one on one fight, they would surely lose. They might prevail in a three against one or even two against one, but certainly not in a one on one fight. And running is out of the question. They could easily outrun each of the girls. And hiding would do no good, for we could easily rat on them once we were ungagged. They had one advantage, however. Betty and Maggie are not yet nine, and that means they cannot be tied up. Angela, however, was doomed, unless a miracle happened.

It was almost all over for the girls, until the quick thinking Betty found a small hole on the back of the barn. They were saved. They quickly slipped through the hole and escaped. Meanwhile, Andrew, Robert and Frank entered, and saw us. They immediately laughed at us for a couple of precious moments, and then untied us.

“Who did this to you?” Andrew asked.

“The girls. Angela, Betty and Maggie.” I replied. “Damn it, they escaped on a hole in the back. We can still get them if you haven’t wasted time laughing at us.”

“Look, you ingrate, we were the ones who untied you, so get off our backs. Anyway, it’s too late now, and we can’t tie Betty and Maggie. So we’ll just have to settle for Angela.” Frank replied. 

Still, we wanted to get all of them back. We decided not to waste time looking for them in the farm. Instead, we decided to go back to the house, and wait for them there. Well, that plan was spoiled when we learned that our parents arrived in the interval of Andrew, Frank and Robert’s departure, and our arrival at the house. The girls seemed to stick like glue to them, and looked and smiled provocatively at us, as if saying, you can’t get us! Although our parents approved of tie-up games as I already said, we wouldn’t go as far as snatching them in front of our parents. So revenge for the day was dead, as far we were concerned. 

We never did get our revenge for that particular incident, though we were able to get them back at various ways.

Well, as I always say, Read the next part and find out!

During the last tie up game, we ambushed Angela and forced her to play Cowboys and Indians with us after she came looking for (or followed) us. We tied her to a stake, and after dancing around and tickling her, we left her alone, intending to untie her after an hour. Well, Betty and Maggie freed her, and they in turn managed to capture David, Jerry, Donald and I one by one. They might have captured all of us boys had not Andrew, Frank and Robert gone looking for us together. Then Betty, Maggie and Angela quickly exited to avoid our reprisals.

The next day, Tuesday, had no tie up games. We spent the entire day swimming in the lake, and boating and exploring the lake. We did not, for some reason, attempt at revenge on Angela and the girls. In fact, revenge was furthest in our mind when we were having fun in other activities. We just enjoyed the day. 

Wednesday started like just any other day. Morning was spent playing various games at the games – no, we didn’t play any games that involves tie-ups. After lunch, we planned to go to the mountain to play. We agreed to play capture the flag, which to us is more fun than the game of treasure hunt. We decided to divide the teams and the flags while we’re still at home, so each team will have to go at separate pathways toward one of the playgrounds (or plateaus) in the mountains. 

So we tossed a coin to determine the teams. Heads would get the white and blue flag, while tails would get the black and red flag. 

Tom - heads
Jerry - tails
Andrew - heads
David - heads
Robert - tails
Donald - tails
Frank - heads

So Andrew, Frank, David and I would get the white and blue flag, while Jerry, Robert and Donald would get the black and red flag. We agreed that the game would take place at the same plateau where we played on last Thursday, on our second game of Treasure Hunt during the first week of our stay. We at first prepared all our materials - the ropes, duct tape, the pieces of cloth, the water guns, the flags. We agreed that the agreed location where we would all meet once we got the enemy’s flag would be a clearing between two sheds in the center of the plateau. As for Angela, Andrew was once again able to sneak us all out without her noticing. 

We walked together until a point where there is a fork in the pathway leading to the same plateau. We took the right path, while they took the left. As I said, the pathways are very difficult to trek. Anyway, once we reached the plateau, we headed for the northern part of the plateau, and we planted the white flag there. We split into two, David and Frank comprising one team, while my brother and I consist of the other. We split in order to cover more ground. We agreed to carry the blue flag.

Andrew and I noisily explored the western part of the plateau, searching for the black flag. After forty minutes of fruitless search, we finally found the flag near the southern edge. We immediately went for it, before we could reach it; I was suddenly hit on my back with water. 

“Bull’s-eye!” Robert exclaimed.

“What the..hey Andrew, were you—?” 

“Yes Tom, Yes. I’m hit too!” Andrew replied before I even finished the question. Andrew, like me, was hit in the back.

“Told you it would work!” Jerry said to Donald. Donald, Jerry and Robert were hiding behind the bushes beside the flag, waiting for us to take the bait. We did, and they easily caught us.

“Gosh Andrew, I’d never thought you would fall for such a simple trap!” Donald exclaimed.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” Andrew replied. “But your knots must be escapable, or you’ll never win this game.”

“Don’t worry, we’ve have something just for the two of you.” Robert said. 
“You can escape, but it would take you an hour or two, by that time we’ve won the game.”

“Enough talk already.” Jerry shouted. “Tie ‘em up!” With That, Donald took away our flag, while Robert pulled my arms behind me and tied my hands at the wrists (which were crossed and palm to palm) firmly behind me with rope. He then looped rope around my waist several times, then cinched it, knotted it off, and tied the loose ends to my wrists. My wrists, however, were not pinned to my back unlike the previous experiences. On the contrary, my wrists are quite flexible considering my situation, and could reach out on my sides. I could not, however, slip my bound arms beneath me. Jerry then did the same with Andrew. They then positioned us back to back, and then tied our bound wrists together to ensure that we won’t untie each other’s knots. They then tied our elbows. After that, they duct taped our upper bodies together, at the chest level. They then shoved clean socks to our mouths, and then duct taped our mouths to hold the socks. They then forced us to sit on the ground, where they tied our ankles (not crossed), and our knees. 

“Gentlemen, I suppose you’re wondering how will you ever escape such a predicament!” Donald said, acting like his giving a speech. “There are scissors suspended from a tree branch by a string at about the level of your waist. It is quite near here, so you probably won’t have trouble finding it. All you have to do is stand, hop toward the scissors, and cut the ropes. Enjoy!” Donald then planted our blue flag besides us, and took his red flag and they left.

Sounds easy, but is really a most difficult task. First, we’ve got to find where the supposed scissors are, then we have to stand up, which is a tremendous feat. Then we have to hop to it. Compounding our problems is our lack of coordination due to communication problems. Well, we began by looking for the scissors. A few later, I heard Andrew mmppphhhh loudly, and he started nudging me. I assume that he has found the scissors. Soon, he kept pushing me. I was annoyed at first, but soon got the message when I noticed that every time he pushed against me, he slightly lifts himself, but I kept forcing him back down. I began nudging him and folded my knees and pushed. However, it was useless for lack of coordination. One minute, Andrew will push against me while I was still resting. Then I would prematurely push, thus frustrating all our efforts. Finally, in order to coordinate our movements, I would mmmpppphhhh three times before I fold my legs and push against each other. At first, he didn’t get it, but finally he caught on and started to mmmppphhhh as well, synchronizing our movements. Soon, after many trial and error attempts, we finally were able to stand.

But our next problem is getting to the scissors. Sure, Andrew knows where it is, but I don’t know. I tried communicating that to him, but it was for naught, for the gag prevented any intelligible conversation. Andrew then jumped hopped his feet forward a little, which cause us to lower our bodies, but when I hopped backward to catch up with him to lift our bodies a little upward, I noticed we moved a little. Andrew then repeated the procedure, and I followed. Since Andrew knew (presumably) knows where the scissors are, I just followed his lead. Of course, each step is very small. We have to be careful; otherwise, we might fall on our sides or on our butts. Fortunately, although thoroughly exhausted by the effort, we managed to avoid falling. We were able to do it step by step, even if each step is tiny. Finally, we were able to reach the scissors, which, as Donald says, was hanging below a tree. We hopped beside it, and my groping fingers managed to get the scissors. Remember, even though we were tied back to back, and our wrists were tied together, the ropes aren’t that tight, and we were able, with much difficulty, to get hold of the scissors. I soon began cutting at the ropes, but soon discovered that it is as sharp as a rusty knife, and it took us a full ten minutes of scraping and cutting of the ropes till it unraveled. But it is still not over. Our wrists were not yet fully free, even if now my brother’s and my wrists are separate. I guess that Donald and the others deliberately used dull scissors. If it was any sharper, we might have cut ourselves. Anyway, I started cutting at the ropes on Andrew’s wrists. Now, being not able to actually see the ropes, made some trial and error attempts before finally getting it right. Then, I had to cut continuously for a long time, because, as I said before, the scissors were dull. Finally, after much exhaustive effort, I succeeded and the ropes on Andrew’s wrists unraveled.

With Andrew’s wrists free, he took the scissors and began cutting the ropes on my wrists. As before, the dullness of the scissors made what should be finished in a second into a couple of minutes. Nonetheless, once the rope was cut, it quickly unraveled, and both our wrists were free. Afterward, he began with the ropes on our elbows, and the duct tape on our upper body. And with our wrists free, it became a question not of if we could get free, but rather a question of when.

We soon were rid of all the ropes and tape and were completely free. I looked at my watch, and noticed that it was a full hour since we were shot in the back. We rubbed our wrist, and our elbows. Since Andrew was wearing a black sweatshirt (it was overcast and windy) and jeans, while I was only wearing a blue T-shirt and slacks, my rope marks were more pronounced than his, although there were indeed marks. We removed our gags last. 

“Finally!” I shouted. “It’s good to be able to move again!” 

“Oh they’re gonna get it once it’s our turn!” Andrew exclaimed. But we had a problem. Donald, Robert and Jerry took our backpacks and guns, which means that even though we were free, we could not take them down. The only thing they didn’t take is the blue flag. We quickly grabbed our flag, walked to where the black flag is, grabbed it, and planted the blue flag in it’s place. That’s their first mistake. Now, barring the possibility that they already are waiting for us in the agreed location, all we have to do is race to the agreed location and claim victory, 

We started a race toward the agreed location. On the way, we met David and Frank, removing the last pieces of rope and tape from their bodies, and removing their gag. It was clear that they too, were ambushed and as with us, they took their guns and backpack away. They were tied exactly the same way as Andrew and I, although they somehow managed to free themselves a lot quicker than we have when we were untying ourselves. 

“Damn it!” Andrew cursed. “I thought we were all right because you still had spare guns. Now we could not shoot them down and tie them up.”

“And I thought you weren’t caught and we would still had a chance!” Frank remarked.

“Don’t fret about it, guys!” I interjected. “We have their flag. Assuming that they haven’t won yet, we’ve got victory in the bag!” 

“Tom’s right. So instead of yapping around, let’s rush toward the agreed location and claim our victory!” my brother said, rallying all of us. We then run like hell toward the agreed location. We ran until we were very near to it, when heard footsteps. We quickly stop, and hid under bushes, fearful that we would again be captured and tied up.

It was Jerry. He was clutching a water gun with his right hand, and he was carrying a large backpack. He was alone! We hid on the bushes unit he came close enough, then we sprung on him. I immediately grabbed his right wrist, preventing the use of his gun, while Frank clamped his hand over his mouth to prevent him from shouting and warning his comrades. We immediately shoved a clean handkerchief into his mouth, and using the duct tape we got from his backpack, sealed his mouth with it. We then removed his backpack from him, then we pulled his arms behind him and tied his hands using rope taken from the backpack at the wrists. Now since we had no time to develop elaborate designs for his escape. So we instead made sure his fingers could reach the knots. We also tied his wrists to his waist. We finished by tying his crossed ankles and knees. Then we proceeded to loot the bag. Oh it was a treasure! Including the water gun we grabbed from Jerry, there are a total of six guns fully loaded in it. There was, including the rope and tape we used on Jerry, many coils of rope and torn cloth. Finally, after distributing a gun to each of us, with Andrew and myself taking the extra two, with David volunteering to carry the bag, where we went to the agreed location. We discovered that they haven’t yet planted the white flag in it, so we planted ours, and with that, we won!

One minute later, Robert and Donald arrived carrying the white flag. Oh were they surprised when they saw us at the agreed location, standing around the black flag. They were speechless.

“H-h-h-ow the, the, the, hell were you able to get here first?” Robert stammered. 

“What the heck!” Donald exclaimed. “We spent so much time waiting for them to fall for our trap, that there wasn’t enough time for us to look for their flag.”

“We win! We win!” Frank shouted. 

“Not yet, you haven’t.” Robert replied. “We still have to wait for my brother, and we’ll have to go back to where you took our flag before you can win.”

“Sure, sure! But we still won no matter how you twist it!” David responded. As for me, the remaining steps to confirm our win is only a matter of formality, for we won in fact, if not by technicality.

Soon, Jerry soon appeared, having freed himself from the relatively easy bind (compared to what they did to us). We then went back to the southern edge, where we found the blue flag exactly where we left it. That confirmed our victory, and Donald, and the Taylor brothers acknowledge our victory like the good sports that they are. So, we win another game. 

Well, my next tale is not the usual stories I usually give. To say it is unusual is an understatement. So read the next part and find out!

To Mr?
To answer your question, PH Sweden’s #1 fan already have asked an almost identical question. So I would give you the same answer. It was posted on Saturday, August 17th 2002 - 01:34:37 AM, under the heading A Couple of Answers to Questions Asked. There, I gave my answer.

As to your second question on whether there would be a Fall – 1966 after I finished Summer – 1966, well, just wait and see. Anyway, thanks for enjoying my stories.

To John To USA

Are you telling me that there are two separate events where you were tied up that night, that would account for all your contradictions? So the first part was where you were tied upside down with your gagged and hanging like a bat, while the second one was were you were not gagged and you were leaning on the floor. Then that would answer a lot of questions.

And regarding you being untied on Saturday, not on a Sunday, it would be an understandable error. Many people(including myself) commit such errors. But that still won’t answer all the questions. For instance, given that you were not completely hung up side down and not gagged, how were you able to eat and drink? Maybe you didn’t eat, if so, please tell us. And another thing, you said Saturday afternoon. Well, is it afternoon like 1:00pm or 5 or 6:00 pm. It may seem moot, but in your case, it makes a lot of difference. And how were you able to urinate all that time. I assume that you urinated from your pants, for it would be inconceivable that you didn’t need to go to the bathroom all night and all morning. And you said that you were in sleeping bags covered in another sleeping bag and a garbage bag. You said there were air pockets left, but I still have a question. Even if there are air pockets, would it not be the case that since it is completely sealed, oxygen would soon run out because of lack of air from outside(you were completely sealed—remember?). Unless of course there is some plant or moss in your sleeping bag with you which would convert the Carbon Dioxide that you exhaled from your body into Oxygen so that you could breath. 

Unless of course you made another typographical error in your typing. I advise you when you were typing your next revenge story, make sure you were not tired and have a clear head. And make sure to include every bit of detail which would help us understand your story. And type it in Word, where you can still check your spelling and grammar. And finally, read your story before you post and correct everything that would make your story unbelievable. If it is true, then it would be unassailable by this forum, as long as you carefully read and type it. If it is fake, then you better see to it that what you typed is believable and has no contradictions in it or it would be exposed as the fake it really is. I for one will not judge your story as false until you answered my other questions. 

To the Unknown

I really enjoyed your story. It was very well written and fun to read. Post more. I want to know about your revenge. Now only Lisa, Schiznach and Dee Dee (Diane) would have to present their sequels (I’m not sure that that’s the right word to use) to their earlier stories.

To Tom Ford

Great story, and very well written, as usual!

A couple years ago one of the younger kids in our group decided he'd hide a knife in his back pocket
and free himself in record time. It was a hogtie, and a razor blade. He did a better job
on his wrists than on the ropes. Mostly superficial, but enough for parents and teachers to notice.
You can imagine (probably not even) and after the 'suicide attempt' was debunked, promises had to be made to "never play that game again".
It was one of our Dads who later said, "you're probably still going to play tie-ups, so just make 100% certain there are no knives around." (We thought he was pretty cool for that). So next game, guess what - the same kid tries to hide another knife. His older brother catches him at it and decides from then on, if he wants to play he has to be strip-searched first. He agreed, then we caught him trying to smuggle a knife while putting his shorts back on. So from then on he played in his birthday suit.
Nearly a year later, when a new friend joined one of our camping trips and saw four of us tied up in a contest to get free quickest, he asked why three wore shorts or swimsuits and one was bare. Before we even answered, he added "that isn't fair, it should be all or nothing". The former blade-smuggler, having nothing to lose, loudly agreed and it became the tradition from then on.
My first "overnight spreadeagle tied-up" without a stitch was an incredible experience, stretched out on a sun-warmed rock under a perfectly clear sky miles from the lights of civilization watching the stars and an incredible display of shooting stars I've ever seen. Stayed awake until 4am and slept almost until noon (the others decided not to wake me and see how long I'd sleep). 

Juanita, or Nita as we all called her, was lots of fun and I really liked her. But sometimes I could be annoying, and one night about the fourth or fifth time she sat with me I was really pestering her. She said that I should stop and she said that if she had some rope she would tie me up. I laughed and said she wouldn't either and she said that she sure would. So I went into the garage and found some rope that my father had in a cupboard there. It took it back into the house and gave it to Nita and said, "So there - tie me up if you dare."

Nita tied my hands behind my back and then she tied my ankles and left me lying on the floor in the living room in front of the television set. I didn't really try to escape but just watched television. After a while, she untied me and that was it.

The next time Nita came, after my parents left, I brought out the rope and told Nita that she had better tie me up again, so she did. This time she did a little better job. 

My mother had a habit of calling sometime during the evening to see if everything was alright, and she usually called again when they left to return home, so Nita knew when they were coming. When the second phone call came Nita untied me. We kept up that routine for months. My parents would go, Nita would tie me up for the night. After a while she added a gag and made the tie-up stricter - adding a hog-tie. I was happy to lay there watching television. I always suspected I could free myself if I wanted, but I never really tried.

Often Nita's sister, Emilia, came over to have Nita help her with her homework. Neither seemed bothered by seeing me lying tied up on the floor, and I think Emilia liked watching me. All of this continued for about four years with me being bound and gagged anywhere from one to five or more hours at a time at least once a week and maybe even two and three times a week. It was great.

When I was about thirteen, Nita was sitting doing homework, I was bound and gagged on the floor, and suddenly in walked my parents. The event they were attending had been cancelled or something, and so they returned home without any warning. My mother was horrified seeing me trussed up that way, and my father told Nita, who cried and begged them to forgive her, that she should go home. My mother quickly untied me and as soon as the gag was removed, I protested that I loved it when Nita tied me up, and that I had asked her to do it and that we had been doing it for a long time. My mother was horrified and angry. My father listened but didn't say much. I was really upset that I had gotten Nita into trouble.

The next day my father and then my mother and father talked to me a lot more about being tied up. They wanted to be sure that I wasn't hurt and that it had been my idea. They asked me a lot of questions about the whole thing, and then dropped it.

Nothing much happened for a few days. My parents didn't go anywhere for a while. Then one day I heard my mother on the phone saying things like, "Of course we still want you to sit for us. No, we're not angry at all. Yes, you be here at five-thirty today. No - don't be upset at all. It's fine." I wasn't sure what was about to happen, and all my mother said was that Nita would be sitting with me while they were out that evening.

About five-thirty Nita came to the door and my mother let her into the house. The look on her face as she came into the living room is something I will never forget. I was laying on the floor and I was securely bound and gagged. My arms were tied behind my back with my wrists at opposite elbows. I was tied with rope and the rope was reinforced with duct tape which covered the rope and covered my fingers holding them to my arms. My legs were tied at the ankles and above and below my knees and I was hog-tied with my ankles pulled up toward my back about as far as they could go. I had a wad of damp cloth in my mouth and my lower face was wrapped with duct tape six or seven times and the tape went around and around front to back circling my head. As I said, when Nita had tied me I always suspected that I would free myself if I really wanted to, but that time I was tied for keeps and I knew it. My father had tied me up and he did a really complete job of it.

My parents went on as usual telling Nita where they would be and to have a nice evening and what was in the refrigerator. They talked like there was nothing unusual about their son being all tied up on the floor. But as my father went out the door behind my mother he looked back and said, "We might untie him when we get home and then maybe we won't."

My parents were out until quite late that night, so in all I spent about six hours trussed up that way which was a lot. Emilia came over to watch television with her sister, and she was really interested in watching me too. When my parents came home my father asked if I had been any trouble, and Nita laughed and said that there had been no problems. Then they paid her and she left.

My father went into the kitchen for a while leaving me on the floor, then he picked me up and took me to my bedroom and put me on my bed, turned off the light and closed the door. Then I was scared that he would leave me like that all night, but after about fifteen minutes he came back and untied me and I went to bed.

That was the one and only time my father ever tied me up. I asked him to do it again three or four times, but he said that it wouldn't be a good idea, so he never did it again. And since I was thirteen, my parents decided I didn't need a babysitter any more, so Nita stopped coming to our house which was OK because she was about to get married anyway. Eventually I went off to college and I lost contact with Nita and Emilia. Then later, when I graduated, I moved in back home for a while and met up with Emilia again. She was beautiful. We dated, and now we are married. She told me how much she enjoyed seeing me when I was tied up, and we play bondage games now, but those stories are for a more adult page.

Roman: I disagree with you on Tom Ford's Detailed Stories
His Stories are great. Even though they are long they form a great story.

New Guy:Yes I have lots of stories about being tied in Lady Clothes and Ill post them in order

Great story! I really enjoyed it. Just thought I'd say that.

I'll post my next story when I finish writing it- thanks to everyone that responded!

Sorry about the whole italics/bold mess. The other site I post on regularly has a system like that. I'm just going to do a little test now... gagged 

BTW, I think Tom Ford's stories are great, especially because they are well written. I'm not a fan of boy/boy tie ups, so I usually skip alot of them, but the stories I have read have been top notch. Keep up the good work Tom, and worry not about the nay sayers. 

And I am no fan of m/m tie-ups either, so I usually skip to the part where Angela gets involved.

And Lisa, how's your story coming along?

There's nothing wrong with the level of details in your stories. I find the break from the terse, brief accounts that you see so often on may similar sites to be wonderfully refreshing. Your stories are far from "overly wordy"; they're descriptive, and make it easy to visualize the setting and participants. Please, don't worry about changing your style at all!

We were in a cabin up in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania, the whole lot of us. It was a Friday night, and we were spending a 5-day weekend in the mountains, just for spite. The girls decided on Friday night to have some bondage fun. We were in the kitchen, the boys were in their boxers, and we were still fully dressed clothed. First the girls just suckered the boys into a long game of cards. They got very tired, but there was no Nyquil or Dimetapp used. When all of the boys crashed on the floor in the living room, we decided to tie them up in duct tape and hang them from the beamers of the ceiling. I am sorry to disappoint my male coauthor, but they were just hanging from the ceiling, not upside down like the idiot said. There were miniscule tape gags on them, but nothing major. They were tied up from 11:30 PM Friday until 10:30 AM Saturday, nothing unbearable. In the morning, we untied them and did our activites; the boys went fishing, the girls went horseback riding. The next night, the foolish boys fell asleep early again. Now I will go 1 by 1 to tell you what we did to the boys. All the boys remained like this from 10:30 PM Saturday until 9 AM Sunday.

1. John was wrapped in plastic wrap from the shoulders down. He was placed in a sleeping bag (with his head still out I might add), which was then sealed closed as tight as it could and thrown onto a bed which it was tied to. Nothing major. 
2. Barry was just hog-tied and put on the floor, where he remained for the night. 
3. Colum was tied up standing to a wooden support beam in the basement using plastic wrap. Now for people that are unaware, a few layers of plastic wrap goes a long way toward sessility.
4. Ryan was tied up spread-eagle on a coffee table with each hand and leg tied to a separate leg of the table. Of all, that looked the most uncomfortable. 
5. Jim was bound to a chair in the kitchen with plastic wrap.
6. Alan went through the night unscathed, he was just roped around his shoulders, his wrists, ankles, thighs, and knees. 

That is how the story really went. This version is a bit more humanly possible than the one the nitwit John posted. Sorry for his mental inconveniences. 

I'm not a fan of tie-up stories where the boys are tied up but I fully support your posts on this board. They're some of the best-written stories and I'm sure a lot of other people enjoy them highly. Don't stop writing and ignore the people that keep complaining that your stories are too long.

Did you get Malcolm back?

you use the term "crossed and palm to palm", to me that's a contradicting term as one either tie the hands "palm to palm" or "crossed". When crossed the palms face outwards. When tied palm to palm, the wrists are parallel.

Could you explain to me please, how you did?

Some points

• There are a lot of sites on the web to get you started on HTML. Find ones that are just to get you started on a website quickly, not train you to get a job using it.
• Don't overuse those tags. Best selling novels use them only rarely. 
• And this is another trick called unorder list to see if it works too or only a basic subset of HTML is used.

Also, this board might be able to help me out. I'm into a very specific sort of bondage. I don't like the heavy stuff (S&M) or the specialized clothing (superhero outfit, maid costume, etc.) I simply enjoy females tied up in normal street clothing, preferably summer attire, with that damsels in distress theme in the background. It's just what suits me best. I have scoured the internet for decent pictures of this sort of theme, but have only found a few: such as didnation.com. If anyone could help me in providing a few decent links I would really appreciate it. Thanks.

‘Uh, what you doing with that?’ I asked, worriedly.
‘Just making you look nice, Jonny-boy!’ I didnt like the idea of this, so i began struggling, just as she undid the bottle of nail varnish and was holding it over my hands. 
‘Now look Jonny-boy, if you keep struggling then all this will go over your hands, and will take ages to come off!!’
I decided that painted nails was better than painted hands, and so relaxed a bit, awaiting my fate. At this point I remembered Andy, and looked over to see that Katie had already started painting his nails, while Amy was still sitting on his back, pinning him down in the same way that Laura was pinning me.

Jen began painting my nails, and before long each of my finger nails was coloured shocking pink. When she put the little bottle back in the bag, i thought the ordeal was over, and that they had finished teaching us a lesson! How wrong i was. 
‘Next up Jonny-boy – make up!’
I groaned. It didnt look like i had a choice. Again i looked over at Andy, whose finger nails were all bright red. In front of him, Kate was poised with the lipstick, ready to colour his lips. Just as i was looking across at Andy, Jen’s hand grabbed my chin and pointed my head back in her direction.
‘This way Jonny-boy, you wouldnt want me to mess this up now would you!’ and so saying, she began tracing the lipstick along my lips. ‘Now, do this.’ (then she did the thing with her lips that you see people do on tv when they have just put on lipstick).

After the lipstick came mascara in my eyelashes, pencils in my eyebrows and blusher stuff on my cheeks.
‘Aw you look so cute Jonny!’ I was so glad that Jen had stopped calling me ‘Jonny-boy’ that i just thanked her. Then Laura piped up – ‘Camera time girls!’. I did not like the sound of this, but with Laura pinning me down i had no real choice. Again i looked over at Andy, and saw that he had received the exact same treatment again, and as he looked over at me too i saw the worried look in his face!