She noticed! "Michael! Shame on you! You start behaving yourself this very instant! Or will I have to tie you up?" 

She was just talking playfully, of course!? In the state I was in, it electrified me. The thought was so thrilling, that the words came out before I knew it: "Ohhhhh . . . I would love that SO much!" 

She giggled and put her arm around me. "Oh, Michael; you're so cute! Tee hee!" She paused and thought a moment, and then took me by the hand and said, "Ok! You come with me, Michael! I am going to tie you up! REAL good!" 

And did she ever! She led me to a wooden chair next to a table in her room and tied me quickly, simply, and securely to it. It was immediately obvious: she is an expert! She never once even paused, to think about what to do next! I was completely helpless in less than a minute; and in less than four minutes, it was all done! 

First she tied my wrists to the arm rests and cinched them. Then she made the knots un-untieable by pulling the ends tightly back to where my elbows would next be tied and securing them there. This made my wrists impossible to be untied, without first releasing those ends, which only she could do. Next, my elbows were secured to the junctions of the armrests and the back of the chair. Next, my ankles 
were tied up over the cross beam under the chair, which she had previously padded for me by wrapping a towel around it. So, she had this all planned, beforehand! My ankles were tied so that my feet and toes couldn't reach the floor. Finally she tied my waist,upper arms, and knees immovably to the appropriate chair parts, all far out of the reach of my tightly secured hands. She tightened 
everything enough to be sure that I couldn't jiggle the chair, thus protecting me from the possibility of tipping over and hurting myself. 

Except for my wrist knots, everything was tied with little bows, that she could release instantly with just a quick tug if there was any emergency. But since I could reach none of them, each of them held me in place as securely 
as if it were a heavy padlock. Only she could release any of them. 

"There we are! Are you nice and comfy, Michael?" I certainly was. There was no circulation problem anywhere, and, unlike it would have been if she had tied my 
arms behind my back, she could keep me there for hours without my having any aches or fatigue. It would be easy to fall asleep, in the comfort she had put me in. And I wouldn't wear myself out trying to escape because it was very obvious to both my logic and to my body that struggle would be utterly hopeless. In fact, I couldn't struggle at all! 

She got into my lap, sort of sideways at an angle, which caused her slip to be revealed over her knees. She held me with her soft arms tightly around my neck, and kissed me. 

And then she got down, went behind me, and blindfolded me, very expertly. I could see absolutely nothing, not even a speck of light from the edges. I felt her hair brush my cheek, and I got another kiss from her. 

"Don't be afraid, Michael! I am going to take very good care of you. I won't let anything harm you. And when it's just the right time, I will untie you again." 

"Please don't leave me blindfolded, Diane. I want to be able to see you!" 

"No, Michael; I'm not going to let you see, for awhile. You must learn to behave yourself properly, and be humble, in the presence of a pretty girl like me. It is rude to stare, as you were doing. When I think you've learned your lesson, I will let you see again. 

"But mainly . . . It's your NAPPY time! Tee hee! Bye-bye!"

I heard her lock the door and put her keys in her purse; and I heard the last faint rustle of her dress. "Diane? Are you still there? Please, Diane? Where are you?" I strained to hear her footsteps inside, or outside, down the hall, but there was not a sound, from the soft carpeted floors. I tried looking around, but I couldn't see a thing. 

I waited and waited for her. Finally, I drifted away . . .

. . . Her soft little hand was gently pressing our cheeks together! I was back in her room, in her chair, unable to move, unable to see anything. “Have you been a good boy?" 

She removed my blindfold; and the first sight to come into focus was her beautiful face smiling up into my eyes just inches in front of me as she was kneeling in front of my chair, putting a bib on me! 

She fed me, as we dined together. She was uncanny: She always knew exactly when and what to give me next, and when to let me pause, exactly as I would have done if I had been free. 

After dinner, she wiped my mouth, removed my bib, and took
everything out, turning out the light as she left. Though she didn't blindfold me this time, I could see very little, as it had now gotten quite dark. But unlike before, I could see enough to know that I was all alone, as I now knew I had been before. And as before, I could only wait for her there. 

And again, I don't know how long she kept me there, but it wasn't long at all, this time. In a short while she unlocked the door and turned on the light. She was as beautiful as ever, in her nightie, now. 

"Hi, Sweetie! --- Are we ready to be untied, now?" 

"Ohhh, how I would love to have you untie me!"

"If I do, can you be good?" 

"Please, Diane; I will be VERY good! I love you." 

"Tada! Time to be untied!" 

She did it very slowly. Like twenty minutes, instead of the less than a minute she could have done it in. She left me
still quite helpless, all the way to the very end. "You had better stay real good, Michael! Or I might just stop and leave you here, just the way you still are!" She finally released my ankles and lifted them off the crossbar to let my feet down on the floor (which, strangely, I couldn't do by myself, from my position in the chair, and she 
obviously knew that), then my upper arms, then my elbows; and she finally untied my wrists, only at the very end. 
 

Anyway, part three of my latest story should be up Sunday.

To be continued......

hey, your stories rock!!! I actually think it wud be kool to have 2 brothers like tim and jeff!! It wud be kool on plotting revenge against them!! =)

I've been considering adding other tie-up game stories to a separate part of the Richard UK Fan Site, perhaps even including somewhat more "adult" games (with appropriate warnings). If anyone has a comment on this idea, my email address is on my site (linked).

Still Richard's #1 fan! :-)

im 14, and i have 2 stupid brothers, niall, and derek, who are 17. they always act like losers, and they're so full of themselves. anyway, one day a couple of months ago, i was with my next door neighbour/best friend,sinead, in my room, watching a football match. my fave team were playing (Manchester United) and this match was real important for the team, AND for me!! we both had our Manchester United jerseys on. 

sinead wanted to get a drink, so i told her to get me one, and hurry up. my bro's were watching the same match downstairs, and i told sinead not to stop and be chatting to them, cos then she'd never come back up!!(she liked derek) she left, and because i was sucked into the match so much, 25mins had passed, and i didn't even notice she still hadn't come back!! 

i had a fair idea, she was downstairs with niall and derek, so i went down to the living room. surprisingley enough, no one was in the living room. i scratched my head, and wandered into the kitchen to see if they were in there, but there was no sign of anybody!! suddenley, i heard a noise coming from the garage/basement. it sounded like something fell on to the floor of a high table, because it bounced sort of. 

i slowley went down the steps, and into the basement. i was shocked to find sinead in the middle of the floor, face down, wrists behind her back tied up, and her ankles tied up too. judging from the moans she was giving, she was gagged too.i quickley ran over to her.i helped her over to an old couch we had in the corner, when i suddenley heard, "oh, we have company." i felt an icy cold shiver down my spine. i slowley turned around. 

to be continued......
 

(tell me what you guys think so far! and if you like it, i'll continue part 2!)

To ??????,
Haven't you been paying attention at all? There've been stories involving guys tied up, some of them recent. Scroll back to read them, or check the archives.

This story happened the week after the last one, on a Monday. Everyone on the street was playing hockey, which were about 10 kids, all under 14. The game began getting boring, most likely because only 5 people had hockey sticks and two of those were brooms, so people were starting to leave. I rushed over to Jessica. She had on a white shirt and blue jeans. 

“Wanna come over?” I asked her.

“Okay.” I led her to my backyard and lied her on her back. She moved her head to the side, as not to get her face in the grass. I gently sat on her back and reached for the nearby supplies. I tied her ankles together and then her knees. She kicked her feet in my face and I pushed them back down. 

“Don’t make me torture you again Jessica,” I taunted her while staring at her feet.

“La la la, la la! La la!” She was singing to herself, loud enough that someone might hear her and come. I hand-gagged her and found the tape, then ripped off a long piece with my teeth and stuck it over her lips. She continued to “mmph” her song. “Mm mm mm, mmph mph!” 

I brought her arms behind her back and bound them tightly together. She wasn’t resisting me. I got off of her and lifted her feet up to her arms, putting her in a hog-tie. Then I slipped off her shoes and socks. She was trying to turn her head and look at me, but then gave up when it began hurting her neck soon after. 

“If you don’t want me to tickle you then say so.”

“Mmph! Mmmmmph! Mph!”

“Guess so.” I stared at her clean bare soles and thought where to poke them first. I went for the middle and felt her jump under me. Bingo! I gently rubbed her feet with my nails and watched her bounce around on the grass. I could hear her muffled screams under the tape. 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph! Mph! Mmmmmmph! Mph! Mph mmmph!” She let out long shouts. I instantly fell in love with that sound, and desired to have her make it again. I continued with tickling her feet, and did so for about five more minutes. Her face was a pink color when I stopped, and her eyes lit up at me and I could tell she was happy. 

Once again I heard the dreaded sound coming from down the street. “Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesicaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Diiiiner!” It was several houses down, yet clearly heard. Jessica looked at me and I immediately untied her. She put on her socks and shoes and ran off. I hid the supplies for a future experience, which happened soon. 

Hope you liked this one. It’s not very long, so I hope that’s okay, mainly because most of my experiences with her weren’t that long. I have some other stories with other people that lasted longer, so maybe I’ll post those sometime. Email me and we’ll chat sometime, and send me your AIM screen names please – I want to get to know other people with the same interests as me.

"Angela," Tim said "You know mom always said its not polite to talk with your mouth full"

I started to laugh as I turned to a giggling Heather. Of all the cheesy lines they came up with, this one was right up there.

"What's so funny sis?" Tim said as he looked at us. I couldn't stop laughing as I looked at my cousin, who returned my feelings at the moment with more laughter. 

"What's wrong with you? You enjoyed that we tickled Melissa didn't you?"

"Hmm hmm" I tried to say as I looked at Heather

"Well, see if you enjoy this!"

I squealed as Tim took the feather & raked my feet with it. I could hear Melissa laughing behind her gag, as it was me that was getting it now. I squirmed & squealed as my big brother worked my feet with the feather & then his fingers. Heather was laughing as she looked at my dilemma. Jeff, not feeling left out went over & worked on her feet. Soon we were both thrashing about, squealing & basically giggling silly. 
For about ten minutes, our feet were basically tickled tortured as Tim & Jeff took turns on us. Then they suddenly stopped & stood up. 

"You know Jeff, all we need is Nicole here & this laughing convention is going to get out of hand"

Me & Heather looked at each other with goofy looks on our faces as we were both wore out from the tickling.

"I have an idea" Tim said to Jeff "Come on, follow me."

As the boys started to leave the room, Jeff turned to us.

"Don't you go hopping around, or you'll all get it again!"

They left & in between our giggling, I managed to get Heather to turn her back against mine on the small couch. In my best gag talk, I managed to get Heather to try & free my knots on my wrists, I did the same to her. I looked over at Melissa, who was still laughing from seeing us get tickled from my brothers. She was also struggling to get loose, to no avail. 
Several minutes passed, but we couldn't untie the knots. Suddenly our brothers appeared.

"Hey what are doing?" Tim said as he moved us both back into our original places on the couch

"Now you two are in trouble"

I squealed loudly as I looked at Heather. Just then the phone rang.

Jeff answered the portable phone & announced it was Nicole! He said she had got back early & was coming over.

"Well this will make it complete." Tim said as he hid in a closet & sent Jeff upstairs to let Nicole in. Again my best friend was walking into a trap! 

After a few minutes I heard the unmistakeable laughter of Nicole upstairs, then the door opened. She came into the room riding piggyback on Jeff, and she couldn't stop laughing. 
Then she looked at us all bound & gagged on the couch.

"Hey Jeff! No fair I wasn't here, no playing without me!"

"Well you're here now!" Tim said as he clamped his hand over her mouth. She only laughed behind his hand, she was enjoying it as well. 

"Better late than never" Tim said as he quickly cleave gagged Nicole with another bandana. He quickly tied her hands behind her back & sat her down on the couch between me & Melissa. She looked at us & we all started making goofy faces & started to really gag talk. 

"She what you did to my sister Nicole? You managed to turn her into a weird little chatterbox like yourself!"

We all started to laugh at that as Tim removed Nicole's sneakers & the white footie socks she was wearing.

"I don't think you will be needing these" Jeff added as he took the shoes & socks & then tied her ankles. He then gave Tim more bandanas. Nicole just looked at Jeff with big eyes. I elbowed her & Heather started to giggle. 

"Now the fun starts girls" Tim said as he went over to Melissa & blindfolded her with a bandana. She started to grunt & squeal, as was Heather as Jeff blindfoled her. Nicole & me were next as suddenly my world went dark. I heard the boys leave the room & return. They were carrying something, I guess it was some sort of small table. They moved our all of our feet on to it & slid the table back to the couch. I realized that we were going to get it big time! Our feet were on the table & we couldn't move on the couch as we were squeezed together really close, but the worst of all, we were all blindfolded & couldn't see! 

"Now" Tim announced who's going to be first? Who will it be?"

I started squealing as my heart was beating fast. Not knowing when you would be tickled was pure torture.

"Will it be Melissa?" 

I heard Melissa squeal & heard her thrash.

"Will it be Nicole?"

Nicole was next to me & We practically were on top of one another

"Will it be..."

My heart was in my throat as I prepared for the worst

"Heather!"

Heather was on the other side of me & thrashed about, squealing loudly

"Or, our darling little sister...Angie!"

The feather tickled my soles & I thrashed about squealing as loud as I could. There was nothing I could do as it finally stopped. 

"Who will it be..." Jeff added as he joined in the fun.

Suddenly the feather hit my soles. I let out a squeal. I heard Nicole, Heather & Melissa get the same treatment. The boys would stop & start. Talk about torture! Being tickled was bad enough, but not knowing when it was coming was the absolute worst. I could swear they had two feathers again as they raked my soles & feet with it & also used their fingers. Squeals of three young teenage girls & the older teenage house sitter filled the basement air. The boys must have had the time of their lives. This went on for about fifteen minutes when it suddenly stopped. I was wore out from the tickling as the blindfold was removed. I adjusted my eyes to the light & looked at everybody. Were all pretty wore out as we all giggled on the couch. 

The boys untied us, gave us water for our dry mouths & took us all out to dinner again. All except Melissa who left in a huff. She would never sit for us again, I think she was too mad at Tim & Jeff for crossing her. Anyway, after dinner the boys suprised us with tickets to a big dance festival we wanted to see that was a few days away. I couldn't believe their Jekyll & Hyde personailty. 

About a week later, Heather had to go home. We all had a good cry as I, as well as Nicole were going to miss her. Both of them thought I was changing my attitude about being tied up. I wasn't quite there yet, but really it didn't seem to bother me anymore. 
After Heather left, Nicole told me we had to get another girl to join our little bondage & tickling games. This is where Staci comes into the picture. 
 
 

I'll try & post this story sometime this week & thanks for all the comments & e-mails about my stories.
 

My heart was pounding and my pulse racing. I had both boys in my mind looking lovely and secure in a hog-tie and a nice piece of duct tape or a white bandanna around their mouths. This despite a hog-tie no actually being used in the film itself. Could I achieve my dream for real and have both boys tied and gagged, I kept saying to myself as I prepared the video. They came in and sat down inches part from each other on the large settee, which was the large part of the three-piece suite. I sat down on the single one. I was just about to put the video on when my buzzer went and a voice through the little speaker announced himself as Daniel and was David and Steve up there. I said that they were. He asked me could I let him in which I did and within six or so minutes he was up at my door. But not before I had quickly put the video on and let it run its course. “Could you get out of that I asked Steve who said he could. I then said the same to David who also said he could. I then said how would you feel about proving it and to my surprise and happiness they replied no problem. All right I told them let's wait until Daniel comes up and then we will see. 

To be continued

I come from a rather large extended family, and I am the only "girl" cousin in my generation. I’ll confess to being more than a little spoiled by my grandparents, aunts and uncles. When we were young, I was usually starting trouble with the two male cousins closest to me in age, let’s call them Bill and Bob. We were each in our early teens when this happened. There was a natural boy-girl tension back then, but to be honest, I was the troublemaker. And, I was always the one who complained to my mother or my aunts about my cousins. So, I used to get Bill and Bob in trouble almost every holiday. (They were actually great cousins even then and today are wonderful husbands and fathers.) 

Well, one Halloween weekend, we were all visiting my grandparents’ farm. True to form, I got into a fight with my cousins and, being the girl, received only a mild reprimand from my mother, while Greg and Ben’s mothers grounded them for most of Saturday afternoon. 

Sunday after church, they plotted their revenge against me. While the adults finished a second cup of morning coffee, I decided to take a walk out to the pasture where the horses were kept. Bill and Bob ambushed me on the way and pushed me down into a hay pile. 

I always had this kind of Mrs. Peel/Avengers attitude when I was wearing my leather jacket. Kind of adventuresome and even a little aggressive. Often, I was happy to wrestle around with them and have them chase me. But, that’s not what happened this time. They both held me down and used a short length of rope to tie my hands behind me. After a little bit of struggling, I decided I could get loose in a few minutes if I really tried. So, I wasn't worried. I am only about 5' 2" and no match for two boys ganging up on me, but they usually went easy on me when we fought. 

With them flanking me, they pulled me by the arms into the barn, stood me up against a pole and then untied and retied my hands so my arms were still behind me but wrapped around the post. After a little bit of struggling, it was obvious that this time the ropes were tight enough so I couldn’t wiggle free. 

“You better untie me and let me go,” I said, trying to sound threatening.

Their response was to gag me with Greg’s bandana.

I kept up my threatening tone while gagged, “hrrmphing” and struggling to free my hands.

After a little discussion just out of my earshot, they left me alone in the barn. I struggled some more, but the ropes were beginning to hurt me, so I just stood there waiting for them to come back and untie me. But, when they returned a few minutes later, they were both carrying more lengths of rope. They tied me across the chest, waist, thighs and ankles. Then they used another bandana to gag me even more. 

There I was, in my Sunday dress and my new leather jacket, ribbons in my hairs, wearing my one pair of unscuffed shoes, and I was bound helplessly in my grandparents’ barn unable to even call for help. 

From under my gag, I tried to ask what they planned to do to me. But they didn’t answer me.

They left me there for I believe was the better part of an hour. (They claim it was only ten minutes.) When they came back, they each had an armful of water balloons. 

Bill pulled the gag out of my mouth. “Do you want to be blindfolded?” he asked me.

“You’re in big trouble,” I told him. “You better untie me right now . . .”

He stuck the gag back in my mouth. Then Bob took off his scarf and proceeded to blindfold me anyway.

I started to struggle again, not because I thought I could get away, but just so I wasn’t the passive damsel in distress. They took their sweet time about lobbing the balloons at me one at a time, laughing at me each time one burst on my head or shoulders. 

After a few minutes, they took off the blindfold and gag again.

“Look what you did to my jacket,” I screamed.

Greg placed his hand over my mouth, and said sternly. “If we have any more trouble with you, you’ll spend every weekend at the farm tied to this same post.” 

I didn’t have a response for that. They eventually undid all the ropes that were binding me and let me go. According to Bill and Bob, I was a lot easier to get along with after that. 

K.

To Angie,
Were you ever wrapped up in ropes, pinning your arms to your sides? Tied to a chair, a pole, or even a board of wood? Locked in a closet? I'm just curious about the amounts of variations there were on your tying ups. 

Also, do you get the impression that your brothers thought your friends had cute feet when they tickled them, or was it just a torture? If I was grossed out by feet, I wouldn't dare touch them. Certainly not on a guy! You don't think you and your friends and cousin have gross feet, do you?

Also I think my brothers actually liked our feet, especially This girl Staci, who appears in my next story. And no, I don't think we have gross feet at all!

Anyway, it was a Saturday not too long after our study session in the last story. We had seen a movie (Spirited Away, her choice) and returned to my house to watch TV. We were in my basement, which has a nice TV and the only digital cable box in the house. She had taken off her sweatshirt, and was wearing her favorite pant, jeans, and a a shirt that showed her belly button. I just had my long-sleeved shirt and cargo pants. My parents work a lot, and they were doing so now. 

We were trying to think of something to do other than turn into couch potatoes. After being pretty unsuccessful for a while, I finally remembered: I had to reward Amy for helping me get that good history test grade! And of course, I planned for her reward to be similar to what she did to me. 

"I haven't properly thanked you for that history study session," I told her, tauntingly.

"There's no need!" she said quickly.

"Of course there is," I said. "It would be in poor taste for me not to."

"A card will be fine, then," Amy said, smiling, looking hopeful.

"Nah, too impersonal. I was thinking more along the lines of a good tickle."

She let out an overdramatic and playful sigh. "All right, fine, might as well let you get this out of your system. Do you have any rope?" 

"I'll check." I went into the garage, but search all I could, I could not find any rope at all. I was feeling a little dejected until I thought of something else. Returning to the basement, I told Amy, "Hang tight. There isn't any rope, but I've got something just as good." 

"Ooh, the excitement is killing me," she said dryly. I vowed to tickle the sarcasm right out of her.

I went into my parent's bedroom and found what I was thinking of: my father's old tie "collection". It was a bunch of ties that for one reason or another my dad never wore anymore, but also (because he's sort of a packrat) may never throw away. I figured he wouldn't mind if I borrowed them for a bit. I gather seven of the old ties and found Amy on the couch, relaxing. 

"It's about time," she said.

"Get into the position," I said. 

"Ties?" she questioned, noticing the things that would bind her for the first time. "Will those work?"

"No reason not to try," I said, shrugging. Then, grinning in my 'bad pun is coming' sort of way, I said, "You should think a tie would be perfect for tying someone up." 

She groaned and dutifully put her hands behind her back, wrists crossed, and I wrapped a tie around them, tightening and tying it into a knot. She tested it, and nodded. "Seems good," she said. 

I went to her ankles, and found that, despite her loathing for the things, she was wearing socks. This was probably because the weather was still bad, but I told her, "I don't think you'll need these." She grinned, and I removed her socks. This rather simple action caused her to giggle. 

"I told you my feet were ticklish!" she said. I knew she was going to have it rough until I was done.

I used another tie to bind her ankles together nice and tight. "Now what, the hogtie?" she asked.

That was actually what I was going to go for, but I decided to go with something else, since she mentioned it. "No," I said.

"Well, then, what?" she asked. Something in her movements attracted my eye, and I saw she was working on her wrist bond. I reached over and grabbed her hands. 

"Trying to get free?" I asked. "That won't do." I used a second tie to reinforce the first. I put the knot directly on the back of her hands, thereby making it the most difficult to get at with her fingers. After she did a little probing, she gave up. 

"Pete, you sure you've never tied someone up before?" she asked. "This is pretty good."

"I learn well from example," I said, giving her a wink. I used another tie to bind her knees. 

"I'm impressed," she said. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Well, you're going somewhere," I said, picking her up and placing her on the floor. "This is a much better position than the couch." 

"Whatever you say," she replied.

I considering a gag, but she had not gagged me, plus I like to hear her laugh. So I decided to just get straight to the tickling. As a warm-up, I started on her stomach and ribs, nicely exposed by her shirt. She giggled and squirmed a bit as I work the area. "I know where you're going," she said. "The anticipation is killing me. Just get it over with, Peter!" 

I chuckled. "Okay, whatever you say."

I went over to where her feet were. She was laying on her back, so I rolled her over. Then I took her feet and placed them on my lap so they couldn't escape their torture. Finally, I ran my fingers all over her feet. She bucked like a wild bronco, laughing the whole time, but couldn't stop my tickling. I kept going, finding that a little spot on her instep on both feet seemed to provide the biggest reaction, but frankly I could attack anywhere and she would laugh. 

After a few minutes of this, I stopped. Her face was a little and she was tearing up. "Fun?" I asked.

"It's both fun and torture," she replied, her breathing slightly hard. "Okay, you can untie me now."

I made a show of checking my watch. "How long did you have me tied-up?" I asked.

"Uh, not long?" she tried.

"Try an hour and twenty-five minutes, at least that's what you said. By my watch, you still have about an hour and twenty minutes." 

Amy groaned, then said, "Well, let's at least get me back on that couch and watch TV."

I agreed, setting her up on the couch so she was sitting upright. I sat down next to her feet, and gave her little scratches here and there, always when she seemed to least expect it, that caused her to wiggle and laugh. This went on as we sat through some old sit-coms (hey, its a Saturday afternoon and she doesn't like football). 

Finally, I decided she had been tied-up long enough, so I removed her binds. She stretched, then announced she needed to go home because she was a half-hour late already and her mom might start to worry. Surprised, I asked her why she didn't tell me sooner so I could let her go home. She said, "As much as I don't want to admit it, I was having too much fun." 

"Well, I had fun too," I said. We shared a laugh, and then I walked her home. Afterwards, I used some allowance money I had to buy some rope at the store near my house, so I wouldn't have to use the ties anymore. I felt like I would get to tie Amy up again, and I wanted to be prepared. I turned out to be right, but first our friends had a little surprise for us. But that's the next story.

After seeing the film Daniel said come on you guys lets go for it. It should not take us long to get out of that. I then explained that the film tie up was just hands behind your back and ankles tied. This tie up would be a bit more difficult. He said that he was up for it, if the others were. David said he was but Steve agreed reluctantly. I asked them all again even stating that Steve did not feel to happy about being tied up and we could leave it until another time, but they were now really up for it. David said that he had never been tied up before. Although I was asking them this question, my mind was now on, I really must tie these boys up and then enjoy the struggle, over a drink. David lied on his stomach and I tied his hands behind his back and then his ankles. 

By the way ever since Daniel had asked me about table tennis I had been imaging tying him up. Hence I went out and bought some long pieces of white rope, duct tape and various different coloured bandannas. I was more in hope than any thing else as to why I bought the rope. I reality I never expected to use it. Daniel had short brown hair, hazel eyes, a really cute face and a slim body. He was the type of boy who would grace anybody’s home tied and gagged. A really good-looking boy and here he was practically begging me to play table tennis with him. I really could hardly believe my luck and in fact I could not comprehend what was going on at all. I had resisted the thoughts of tying him up, as I was older than he was. Also, it was something that had to happen naturally and in a safe and friendly surrounding. It could never be manipulation, as that was wrong and plainly unfair. But most importantly, he had to want to be tied and gagged, and above all enjoy the experience. In my mind he was to struggle with his bonds for a while and then when I was certain he could not get out of them, I would remove his trainers and socks and give his feet a good tickling. However, that would be after his neck, and sides had been tickled first. Gosh what torture heh, but hey enough of my thoughts and descriptions, it’s the tie up that matters right? So back to were we left it? Where were we, are yes typing up David 

I then took a length of rope tied it around his chest and bought it down to the ankles and wrapped it around them securely. The other two boys were watching this then stated that they would not have the time after all to get out of the bonds as it looked really difficult and they were really in a rush. However, David started laughing, He was plainly enjoying the tie up experience. So the other two started saying me next. I agreed to do Steve next, as he was the youngest and then I tied up Daniel. I really have to say that all three boys were extremely good looking and looked even better tied than I thought. I left them to struggle with their bonds, but not before asking them what gag did they want. Each boy said nether but was not in much of a position to stop me if they had wanted to. I came back into the living room carrying a bandanna for each of the boys to match their ropes, in this case white ones and wrapped it around each of their mouths. I then fixed myself a drink. There I was sitting with one leg crossed over the other leg in my single part of the three piece suite watching these three boys struggling and Muffh muffh muffh in their gags as they struggled with their bonds. In my hand was a large glass of white rum and coke and it was heaven. I could see David from behind with his feet in the air. I could see Daniel from the side, and Steve was facing me. Steve’s white bandanna gag really suited him and it was difficult not to keep looking at him in his gag and tying to capture that picture forever. 

After having finished my drink, I went over to the boys to get a really closer look at them in their bonds, and it was a really exciting feeling I can tell you. I felt good all over. I lied next to each one laughing and joking with them as well as tormenting them. I then gave each of the boys a really good tickling and kept them like that for as long as possible before untying them. When the guys had come in to my living room they were neat and tidy as far as the tracksuits were concerned but by the time I had finished with them, the boys had some tucking in to do and trainers and socks to put back on. 

The boys had given me such a great evening allowing me to tie them up and then tickle them silly, that I could not let them down now and so I went to table tennis with them and a good evening was had by all. 

Any of you lot out there want the GagBoy tie up and tickle treatment? I thought not.

Mark

this story involves me (12) my friend joe (12) and his older brother david (15) i'm about 4'9 or 5'0 and had size 5 shoes and joe was a little taller about 5'2 or something. and probaly had about 5 or 6 shoe size and david was about 5'8 and had about size 9. 

it was the winter of 1998 and i had just finished school it was about 6 o'clock and the phone rang it was joe and he said did i want to come over, i said ok i'd be there about 7. when i got to his house we just sat in his room and was playing on his computer for a few hours. his brother pushed open the door and came into the room and slapped on my head to say hello (he did this to annoy me!) he joined in on our game we played for a while and then he said that it was boring and that there should be a forfit for the person who loses against him (he was good at this game and always won however hard we tried) he said hold on and went out of the room and into his. 

He came back in a couple of minutes later with his hands full on white rope, joe asked what it was for and he said i'll tell you the rules of the new game!. 

he said that one person would play him in the game and if they lost they would get tied up and left to escape if they could escape then they would play him again if they could not escape he said he would torture the person but not hurt them! i was not too keen on this game i had never been tied up before and i didnt really want to be. joe was also not keen but his brother said that he wasnt going to hurt us and it would just be a game. after a while we agreed and the games begun. he also said that he could tie us anyway he wanted and how we should be dressed (i didnt think this would matter) 

joe was the first one to play his brother it was a fighting game i cant remember the name of the game it was quite good, the game lasted for about 10 minutes and surprise surprise joe lost the game, david said "ahh my first victim hahaha" we both laughed, david then told joe to lie down on the floor and to remove his jumper and t-shirt. joe asked why and david just told him to do it, joe stripped off his t-shirt and jumper he was quite skinny i wasnt skinny i was just normal. david took his hands and tied the rope around one wrist and then the other and then wound it round and between the wrists a few times then he tied the know at the back of the wrists so joe couldnt reach them and tucked the knot inside. 
he then told joe to sit up and he got another piece of rope he then removed his brothers shoes leaving him in socks. he then did the same to his ankles as he had done to his wrists. the knots looked tight but not painful joe looked kind of worried realising that his brother had control. he then helped joe to stand up and he tied another piece of rope to the rope tieing his hands and tied it around his chest and tied his elbows together. then he tied his knees together and then helped him back on the floor, he then took his t-shirt rolled it up and stuck it in joe's mouth and tied it round the back of his head, this made quite a good gag and joe couldnt really make much sound! 

all this time i just watched david tie up my friend thinking 2 things, 1: he had definatly tied someone up before so he would be quite good and it would be hard escaping, 2: i would probaly be tied up in a few minutes as well. 

then said to joe right see if you can escape then and you can play me again! then he turned to me and said right it's your turn now louis i doubt u'll beat me but give it your best go. 

we played the game and he was beating my character to the floor my level of health was going down all the time and all i was thinking about was that i was going to be tied up (i dont think i didnt want to be tied up, it looked kind of exciting, the fact that you couldnt do anything for yourself) 

the game finally ended and he said right its your turn remove your t-shirt and lie face up on the bed (joe had a double bed which i didnt at that age) i was kind of nervus but i did what he said, he also said oh yeah and remove your shoes as well, i did that too. i layed on the bed and he took a piece of rope and took my left hand and tied a loop around my wrist then he wound it round my wrist a few times and then tied it to the corner of the bed, he did this to my other hand and then both my ankles the same way. 
he then took my t-shirt and gagged me with it. he said right done and then said to joe right you've got 5 minutes to escape or i torture you kid. 

i then relised that i needed to escape i struggled for a few minutes and tried to pull the ropes off my hands and feet but they wouldnt move he had tied me quite well. i thrashed about on the bed and david was laughing at me. 

david then said to joe right your time is up you havnt escaped so now i'm going to torture you by......tickling!
joe thrashed about on the floor trying to wriggle away, i thought to myself, oh no (i am really ticklish under my arms and on my sides and worse of all my feet) david started poking joe in his ribs and joe was "mmmphhhing" he then said i know your ticklish here and he pulled off both his socks joe frantically tried getting away but david started tickling his feet like mad joe was going crazy i really did feel sorry for him. 

then i thought i'd better escape or i'll get the same, i tried escaping from david's ropes but it didnt work, i gave up out of breath and tired. david stopped tickling his brother and then turned to me he said "right it's your turn" 

he climbed on top of me and started poking me in my ribs, i squirmed and wriggled but i couldnt get away he then started tickling my armpits i was really struggling but there was no way i was escaping he carried on doing this for a few minutes. then he got up and said ok now your feet. i froze i am really tickling i tried screaming but couldnt he took off my socks. and then sat on my legs, he said your feet are quite small aren't they are they ticklish? before i could try to say anything he started tickling them, i went mad i was wriggling like hell and "mmpphing" but there was nothing i could do he was tickling my soles for ages it seemed like. then he stopped and said ok that's all you've had enough. 

after he untied us both he said did you enjoy that? we both said it was horrible but it's not bad afterwards it didnt hurt or anything. 

that was the first of my tie ups i will post another one soon.

tell me if you enjoyed it!

Louis
 

The message this site is giving people (or at least giving me) is that if you tie up a chick, she will love you for it and both of you will be very happy. Although I have not experienced anything to prove this true or false, this can't be true. Don't get me wrong, I really do appreciate the stories, but maybe the whole truth could be told, instead of just emphasizing on the action in the stories (ie: telling how much trouble you got into/if you got arrested). I admit telling everyone you got arrested is a bit extreme, but if thats the truth go ahead and say it. You could prevent a poor kid from getting into shit loads of trouble in an incident that changes his/her life. If you'd like to discuss this topic further with me, please drop me an email, I'd be glad to debate the issue. Thanks for your time, and PLEASE keep the stories coming, Angie, Lisa, and everyone else who post stories here). 

Thanks

If anything else, the message should be that if you want to tie someone up, do it in a fun context, one that they can agree to. The stories here don't involve just grabbing someone off the street and tying them up anyway. But still, if you want to do this sort of thing, you should imitate what happens in the stories where people do enjoy it, not what happens in the more mean-spirited ones.

Just kidding. But everyone, keep them coming!

And yes Farmer Joe you are right how could jon forget me. Perhaps he is hoping that he will be tied and gagged and given the GagBoy treatment. I will give it to you instead as you remembered. 

Take care guys and gals out there, as you never know where gagboy will spring up next and you find yourself kidnapped and tickled silly.

“Who were you talking about Nicole?” I said as I sat on my bed

“Staci”

“You mean that pretty Thirteen year old Hispanic girl from Cheerleader Camp?”

“Yep, actually I’ve already talked to her. She said it might be fun to play sometime.”

“You’re kidding me? Just like that?”

“Yes, but she did mention one thing”

“And what was that?”

“She wants us to tie her up first”

“You mean us two being the captors?”

“It would be fun, don’t you think? I mean, without your brothers for once”

“I can’t believe you would leave Jeff out of the picture Nicole!” I said to her as she then picked up a pillow & proceeded to hit with it. In no time we were hitting each other with the pillows & basically acting silly. 

Well the next day, Everybody was out except Jeff who was upstairs playing his music. The doorbell rang & Nicole & I answered it. Staci was standing there smiling. Her dark hair in a ponytail like mine. She was also wearing a white T-shirt, Blue jean cutoffs & was also wearing flip- flop sandals. Nicole & me were also wearing T-shirts & shorts & were barefoot. We let her in & proceeded down to the basement & into the little room where two of our games were played. 

“So how do you play?” Staci asked, not seeing Nicole pick up some rope

“Like this!” Nicole said as she literally tackled little Staci & held her down covering her mouth from any protest she might have had. Staci was only giggling behind Nicole’s hand. She was enjoying this! Seeing this, I took off her sandals & started to tickle her feet. 
Staci thrashed about & started to squeal. She was as ticklish as all of us!
Nicole then took the rope & tied her hands in front of her as I kept on with my tickling.
Staci was begging for me to stop as she was laughing at my touch. I then gave Nicole a thick rag.

“We need to quiet you down Staci!” Nicole added as she put the rag in Staci’s mouth & wrapped it around her head twice before knotting it. 

“Mmmppphhh!” was the only thing Staci could say behind the gag that was thick between her lips. I then took some more rope & tied her ankles together. 

“There!” Nicole shouted as she stood up “How do you like that?”

Staci could only mmmppphhh behind the cloth.

“I’ve got an idea, Ang, tie me the same way & then tie us together. Then we can switch….after you tickle us of course!”

Staci started to squeal & giggle

I obeyed Nicole’s request as I tied my best friend’s wrists n front of her as tightly as I could. I took another rag & gagged her the same way as Staci. I then sat Nicole down & tied her ankles together. Then I had them sit back to back as I took more rope & tied it around their bodies about three or four times. Now they were ready for tickling! 
I bent down & tickled Nicole’s feet with one hand & Staci’s with the other. Both girls squealed & squirmed at my touch. I was laughing & enjoying it, watching them giggle behind the gags, knowing soon I would be next. I then decided to look for the feather to really get them good. 

“I’ll be right back you two!”

I stood up & made it to the door, where Jeff was there waiting for me! My heart jumped as I screamed.

“Jeffrey!” I yelled as I hit him in the arm. “You scared me to death, what do you want?”

“What are you doing Angie? I could you hear you three all the way upstairs”

“We’re playing, what does it look like?”

“Without me?”

“Yes, without you”

Jeff then grabbed my arm.

“Oh no you don’t little sister”

“Let go of mmmmpphhh!!!” I protested as Jeff silenced me with his hand.

“I think I need to put you on the rack, to teach you a lesson in how you treat your friends!”

I could only mmmppphhh behind his hand. It seemed like our little game had suddenly changed. The rack? I could only wonder what he had cooked up. Jeff forced me out of the room & to the other part of the basement where his & Tim’s weight machines was. He then picked up a thin white rag that a knot in the middle of it & before I could say anything, he had it in my mouth & tied the gag tight. 

“Grrmmphhh!!!, mmmppphhh!!” the knot on the rag muffled any gag talk I had

“Settle down” he said he took rope & tightly tied my hands in front of me. He then led me over to an incline bench & had me lay down on it. He then put my hands over my head & tied more rope to my wrists & the other end he pulled tight & knotted it somewhere behind me. Jeff then tied rope around my body holding me securely on the bench. He finally tied my legs to the bench. I was now stretched out, just like a torture rack…a tickle torture rack! 

“Now don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back!”

Jeff left the room as I squirmed to get loose. I couldn’t twist my wrists enough to even try & get free. I was helpless…again! I could only think he was going to get the feather himself. 
He returned in about five minutes not only with the feather, but with Nicole & Staci as well!
He had untied my captives & was about to unleash them on me!

“Now girls I want you to teach my little sister a lesson” Jeff said as he sat back & started to do arm curls with a dumbbell. Nicole & Staci looked at each other with devilish looks on their faces. 

“Let’s do it!” Nicole screamed. I suddenly squealed loudly as both girls tickled my feet with the feather & their fingers. Staci’s long fingernails really worked me over good as I could only endure their torture! Squealing into the gag, I had both Nicole & Staci going for about five minutes , even tickling my body before Jeff stopped them. I was now wore out. 

“Now it’s your turn” Jeff said as he took more rope & tied Nicole’s hands, then Staci’s in front of them securely. All this time, Nicole was still staring at him, never looking away. 
He then took more of the knotted rags & gagged them tightly like I was, with their lips closing on the white cloths. Jeff then tied their hands over head to another part of the weight bench. The girls were now standing next to each other, their arms stretched out overhead, their mouths gagged & their feet ready for Jeff! 

My brother then slowly tickled both Nicole & then Staci. They were helpless as they twisted against the ropes & squealed, especially Staci. I think the girl was more ticklish than me as she thrashed about pulling against her bonds, looking at Nicole & then me. I was laughing behind the gag as I watched my friends get worked over by Jeff for about five minutes. He seemed to be enamored by Staci’s feet as he really looked at them. I think Nicole did too as she tried to kick him a bit playfully. I think she was even jealous! Jeff took one more turn on me as he then untied all of us & then left us alone. We were exhausted as we laid on the floor giggling & acting silly. Later on Nicole found out that her twelve year old little brother Jimmy was coming home from summer camp. Little did we know that he would prove to be a little devil himself! 
 

I’ll try & get this next story up sometime early in the week. It’s the start of a few stories with Nicole’s brother.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

My babysitter's name was Lauren, she was 18, tall, had a well-curved body, long blonde hair that went to her upper back, slender fit legs and a perfect sized waist. I'm describing her this way because as a kid she looked like any girl, but now as I look at some of her pictures I can see differently. She didn’t have a tan, but wasn't pale either, and had the most beautiful blue and green eyes. 

My parents were going to be out for the entire day, so after school when my parents were to leave, Lauren came over and they left. The television was on and she sat down next to me as we watched cartoons. She always wore blue jeans and a white shirt, actually like Jessica. In fact, most girls I knew wore the same thing, except this girl still wears it even to this day. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, but it still reached to her shoulders. 

"Hey, how's it going?" she asked me and crossed her leg over the other. She lied back on the couch and put her bare feet on my lap. I noticed her shoes and socks by the door, then flipped the channel and looked at her. 

"Okay." I went back to watching television. She watched with me for about an hour. Nothing was said, until the show ended.

"Have you done your homework yet?"

"Yeah. I don't get much," I replied. "Want to do something?" I asked, with a board game in mind.

"Sure. What you got?" I went into the closet and pulled out a chessboard. We set it up and played a game.

"Want to play cops and robbers?"

"Is that like cowboys and Indians?" she asked.

"Uh huh," I nodded. "You can be the robber and I'll try to catch you and tie you up."

"Sounds good. When do we start?"

"We can start now. I stood up and she did too. I chased her around the house, and finally caught up to her back in the television room again where I tagged her. 

"Okay you got me," she said, and held her arms behind her back.

"Lie on your stomach," I told her, then went into my closet to grab some supplies. I got out a roll of red ribbon for wrapping presents along with a roll of duct tape and headed back to her. She was still patiently on her stomach with her arms behind her. I went up to her and sat on her butt to face the back of her head. She turned her neck to the side to breathe easier. I rolled her wrists together palm to palm several times with the ribbon, then wound more between her hands and bit the end off with my teeth. I tied it into another binding on her wrists. 

Then I turned around and wrapped ribbon around her ankles, watching her feet wiggle. I went between her ankles with more and then around them a few extra times. I again bit it off and tied it. I did the same thing to her knees, only a little tighter because now I was starting to enjoy it. I went back to her ankles and reinforced it with a few more knots and loops, then turned around to her arms again. I wrapped an additional few feet around her wrists and knotted it again tighter. 

"So what happens in the game now?" she asked innocently

"You're my prisoner. You'll try to escape," I said. I got off of her and helped her stand on her feet. She wobbled a bit, then fell over onto the couch. I grabbed for the duct tape and peeled off a strip, placing it over her lips. She let out a soft grunt after. I added a bunch more long strips, covering her lower jaw with the shiny silver tape. I stood her up again from her position on the couch. 

"Try to say something," I told her. She let out another soft grunt and moved her wrists to her sides, then looking down and trying to assess the knots. She began to tilt again and I rushed over to balance her. 

"Now you're supposed to try and escape. You'll get about ten minutes." She struggled around a bit, occasionally making light squeaks and grunts. 

"Mmmmph… Mmph… Mmmmph mmph," were the only quiet sounds to come out, most of them caused from her stress of keeping herself standing up and trying to squirm around. She moved her arms down to her ankles, but then fell onto her back, looking at me and then looking back at the bindings on her wrists. 

After about five more minutes of watching her struggle around on the ground I decided to untie her, using scissors to make it quicker. She rubbed her wrists and ankles and then we went back to watching television. She had some red rubbing marks over her lips that I noticed slowly go away over the course of the evening. 

Anyway, that was my story. Hope you all like it. Please email me with your AIM screen names if you have it or just email me to chat sometime. I love hearing from all of you, and I hope to get up another story here soon.

anyway, i was pretty good friends with him, and we'd always be going to eachother's houses. we're both the same age (14) and one day, he wanted me to come over to his house, cos it was during the world cup, and england were playing sweeden. it was about 12.00pm, and both his parents were gone out. i knocked on the front door, and he shouted down, 

"It's open, come on in!!"

I walked up to his room, and opened the door, to find no one there!! then suddenely,Gavin jumped me from behind!! he got me in a head lock, and tackeld me to the ground. *now, gavin is totally obsessed with wrestling, and he's always, trying out these weird moves!! anyway, he grabbed my left ankle, while i was on the ground face down, and locked his arm around it. he started twisting it back!! (apparenltey it's called the ankle lock!!) i was screaming in pain, and he just kept on saying, 

"have you had enough!!!"

(obviousley, yes!!) "YAEH, LET GO U .......(im not gonna write what i called him!)

finally, he let go, and walked over to his closet. i was still lying n the ground in pain, still facing down, clutching my ankle!!! he returned over to me, with ropes and duck tape and a couple of cloths!! he grabbed both my wrists, and tied them together, crossed! then, he tied my ankles together aswell!! i couldn't struggle very well, cos my ankle was too sore, and everytime i moved it it killed!! i heard ripping up some duck tape, and then , he came face to face with me lying on the ground, and told me to open my mouth. i wouldnt, so he held my nose, and after about 7secs, i gasped for breath, while he shoved to cloths in my mouth!! 

then, he put about 4 layers, of duck tape over my mouth, so i couldn't spit the cloths out!!! then, he grabbed more rope, and hog tied me!! he lifted me into a very big closet in his room, and i just lay there, helplessley, trying to squirm around, shouting through my gag, because my ankle was STILL!! sore. he pulled it really hard!!! he just laughed, and closed the door. i heard him going downstairs, and i squealed so much, my throat got so dry and sore!!! i just lay there in the dark, hog tied and gagged, just hoping he'd come back soon!!! 

but unfortunatley, he didn't come back 4 an hour!!!! i was raging, and as soon as he untied me, i stormed out of the house, with him, pleading for forgiveness, saying he was only messing!! But little did he know that i had some tricks up my sleeve too, and that I would be back soon enough for revenge, with my friend amy!! we were gonna get him goooooood!!!! i had thought of a plot while i was tied up!!! 

To be continued........

Please rejoin. 

Mark

It was pretty cute. I liked it.

Hoped you liked the story. If you did let me know. Thanks

“What time did you say that Staci was coming over?” Nicole asked as she was changing into some sweat pants.

“In about a half hour, she had to wait for her mother to come home, then she said she would be over.”

“So she wants to play teen detectives?”

“Yes. We can flip for it to see who gets to be the crook & tie the others up”

Just then Jimmy entered the room. Nicole just gave him a dirty look.

“What’s this about tying people up?” Jimmy asked

“None of your business, you little snooper!”

“Can I play?”

“No way, James” Nicole replied” Now leave us alone.”

“If I can tie you guys up, you can tie me up afterwards, what do you say?”

Nicole looked at me with a puzzled look on her face.

“Ok then, we’ll do it. Go to the basement & wait for us, but first let me find something to use for tying”

Jimmy then left the room & Nicole went into her dresser & pulled out several knee high socks.

“This will have to do, I don’t know if we have any rope or not”

Nicole & me left her room & headed for the basement. We hurried downstairs with Nicole’s socks in our hands. We got down there & saw nothing. 

“Where is he?” Nicole asked me 

Just then Jimmy came out from behind a box pointing a plastic toy gun at us.

“Think you can spy on me!” He said in his best juvenile way as we tried our best not to snicker at him.

“What are those?” He asked pointing at the socks in our hands

“Can’t you see, they’re socks”

“Something to tie you two snoopers up with then. Keep two of them & toss the rest to me” 

We looked at each other. He was enjoying this too much.

“What do you want us do with these two?” Nicole asked

“Gag each other, we need things quiet around here.”

Nicole started to laugh as she cleave-gagged me with the sock. Then I did the same to her.

“Good, now get over here & sit down Angel face” Jimmy said pointing to me. I couldn’t believe his little mouth!

“You,” tossing the other socks to his sister. “Tie her hands to the chair arms & make it snappy”

Nicole & me laughed behind the gags at what he was saying. I put my hands on the chair arms & Nicole tied each one tightly with the socks. 

“Good, now tie her ankles the same way.”

Nicole quickly tied both my bare ankles to each of the chair legs. Then she stood up. Jimmy took more of the socks & tied his older sister the same way. Jimmy had done a good job as he checked his work & then checked the knots on me. Then the doorbell rang it was probably Staci. 

“Who’s coming over Nic?” Jimmy asked

Nicole told him it was Staci (In her best gag talk of course). Jimmy then hurried up the stairs & returned in a few moments with his toy gun leading Staci downstairs. 

“Well one more for the party!” He said as quickly cleave-gagged Staci with a sock & led her over to another chair & tied her hands & feet the same way. 

“Now I’m going upstairs to take care of some things, don’t go nowhere girls”

He hurried up the stairs & we were left to get out of the sock bondage that Jimmy had left us with, The little creep had tied me good & tight. We couldn’t even try & free each other. We could only gag talk to each other, figuring out what we would do with the little brat later. 
About ten minutes later, Jimmy came back downstairs. He was carrying a book of some kind. Nicole then let out a loud mmmppphhh in his direction. Jimmy had Nicole’s diary! 

“You should be more careful on where you leave this Nicole.” He said as he opened it. I could see that Nicole was furious at him as she shook her head wildly & started calling him names behind the sock gag. 

“Wednesday, I thought of Jeff today, Angie’s brother is such a fox!”

“Ooh! Gross Nicole, you like Jeff?”

I couldn’t repeat what Nicole said (Or tried to say) at him, but she was furious & couldn’t wait till she got her hands on him. Jimmy went on about Jeff & also about our tie up games. Then he said something that made me close my eyes. Tickling! Oh no! My worst nightmare, this little brat was about to have more fun at our expense! 

“So who’s the most ticklish?” He said as he walked over to his sister.

“Nicole, Angie or Staci. Or is it all three of you? I’ll just have to find out!”

He tickled Nicole’s bare feet. She bucked & squealed, giving him one dirty look after another. Staci started laughing as Jimmy then went to work on her bare feet. I dreaded that I was last, as he finished with Staci & came over to me. I squealed as his fingers went all over my toes & heels. 

“Angie, you’re awfully ticklish, don’t you think?

I mmmpphed some bad words myself. He was starting to get on my nerves as he was with Nicole. For fifteen minutes it went on, as Jimmy tickled all of our feet to no end. There was no way out of it. A little after that, We heard Nicole’s mom come in the door. Jimmy freed me & ran upstairs. What a brat! I quickly united Nicole & Staci. 
Nicole was steaming. I had never seen her this way before. She was so used to be the center of attention, now her baby brother was back home. She said we were going to pay him back big time, but little did we know it was going to backfire on us. 

This next story I might have to put in two parts again, I’ll try & have part one up by Friday hopefully.

Like I said in my last post, Nicole’s Twelve-year old brother Jimmy had come home from summer camp. I only remember him as being a sweet child, but that was about to change. 
I was over at Nicole’s house on a Sunday, her Mother was out running errands for a couple of hours, (Nicole’s parents are divorced & she trusted Nicole to baby-sit even at Fifteen). We were in Nicole’s bedroom & didn’t know that little Jimmy was eavesdropping on our conversation. 

“What time did you say that Staci was coming over?” Nicole asked as she was changing into some sweat pants.

“In about a half hour, she had to wait for her mother to come home, then she said she would be over.”

“So she wants to play teen detectives?”

“Yes. We can flip for it to see who gets to be the crook & tie the others up”

Just then Jimmy entered the room. Nicole just gave him a dirty look.

“What’s this about tying people up?” Jimmy asked

“None of your business, you little snooper!”

“Can I play?”

“No way, James” Nicole replied” Now leave us alone.”

“If I can tie you guys up, you can tie me up afterwards, what do you say?”

Nicole looked at me with a puzzled look on her face.

“Ok then, we’ll do it. Go to the basement & wait for us, but first let me find something to use for tying”

Jimmy then left the room & Nicole went into her dresser & pulled out several knee high socks.

“This will have to do, I don’t know if we have any rope or not”

Nicole & me left her room & headed for the basement. We hurried downstairs with Nicole’s socks in our hands. We got down there & saw nothing. 

“Where is he?” Nicole asked me 

Just then Jimmy came out from behind a box pointing a plastic toy gun at us.

“Think you can spy on me!” He said in his best juvenile way as we tried our best not to snicker at him.

“What are those?” He asked pointing at the socks in our hands

“Can’t you see, they’re socks”

“Something to tie you two snoopers up with then. Keep two of them & toss the rest to me” 

We looked at each other. He was enjoying this too much.

“What do you want us do with these two?” Nicole asked

“Gag each other, we need things quiet around here.”

Nicole started to laugh as she cleave-gagged me with the sock. Then I did the same to her.

“Good, now get over here & sit down Angel face” Jimmy said pointing to me. I couldn’t believe his little mouth!

“You,” tossing the other socks to his sister. “Tie her hands to the chair arms & make it snappy”

Nicole & me laughed behind the gags at what he was saying. I put my hands on the chair arms & Nicole tied each one tightly with the socks. 

“Good, now tie her ankles the same way.”

Nicole quickly tied both my bare ankles to each of the chair legs. Then she stood up. Jimmy took more of the socks & tied his older sister the same way. Jimmy had done a good job as he checked his work & then checked the knots on me. Then the doorbell rang it was probably Staci. 

“Who’s coming over Nic?” Jimmy asked

Nicole told him it was Staci (In her best gag talk of course). Jimmy then hurried up the stairs & returned in a few moments with his toy gun leading Staci downstairs. 

“Well one more for the party!” He said as quickly cleave-gagged Staci with a sock & led her over to another chair & tied her hands & feet the same way. 

“Now I’m going upstairs to take care of some things, don’t go nowhere girls”

He hurried up the stairs & we were left to get out of the sock bondage that Jimmy had left us with, The little creep had tied me good & tight. We couldn’t even try & free each other. We could only gag talk to each other, figuring out what we would do with the little brat later. 
About ten minutes later, Jimmy came back downstairs. He was carrying a book of some kind. Nicole then let out a loud mmmppphhh in his direction. Jimmy had Nicole’s diary! 

“You should be more careful on where you leave this Nicole.” He said as he opened it. I could see that Nicole was furious at him as she shook her head wildly & started calling him names behind the sock gag. 

“Wednesday, I thought of Jeff today, Angie’s brother is such a fox!”

“Ooh! Gross Nicole, you like Jeff?”

I couldn’t repeat what Nicole said (Or tried to say) at him, but she was furious & couldn’t wait till she got her hands on him. Jimmy went on about Jeff & also about our tie up games. Then he said something that made me close my eyes. Tickling! Oh no! My worst nightmare, this little brat was about to have more fun at our expense! 

“So who’s the most ticklish?” He said as he walked over to his sister.

“Nicole, Angie or Staci. Or is it all three of you? I’ll just have to find out!”

He tickled Nicole’s bare feet. She bucked & squealed, giving him one dirty look after another. Staci started laughing as Jimmy then went to work on her bare feet. I dreaded that I was last, as he finished with Staci & came over to me. I squealed as his fingers went all over my toes & heels. 

“Angie, you’re awfully ticklish, don’t you think?

I mmmpphed some bad words myself. He was starting to get on my nerves as he was with Nicole. For fifteen minutes it went on, as Jimmy tickled all of our feet to no end. There was no way out of it. A little after that, We heard Nicole’s mom come in the door. Jimmy freed me & ran upstairs. What a brat! I quickly united Nicole & Staci. 
Nicole was steaming. I had never seen her this way before. She was so used to be the center of attention, now her baby brother was back home. She said we were going to pay him back big time, but little did we know it was going to backfire on us. 

This next story I might have to put in two parts again, I’ll try & have part one up in a few days.

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“You guys ready?” Nicole asked as she gathered some socks from her drawer. Staci & me both nodded our heads as we all headed downstairs. Sneaking quietly down the stairs, Nicole put her finger to her lips for us not to make a sound. The only sound was the noise from Jimmy’s video game. Nicole then snuck up behind her brother & suddenly hand gagged him. Her actions startled him as he dropped the game controller on the floor & started to fight her actions. 

“Don’t fight me brother dear!” Nicole yelled as she had me throw me one of the socks. Jimmy was a little fighter & started to break free of Nicole’s grip before she could gag him. 

“Angie! Staci! Help me!” Nicole shouted as we rushed to her aid & held him down. Nicole then tied the sock in her brother’s mouth, knotting it tight behind his head. Jimmy grunted loudly & was really fighting us. 

“Come on you guys get him up!” Nicole added as we it took all three of us to get Jimmy on his feet & over to a high back chair. Sitting him down in it, Staci & me held him down while Nicole pulled his hands behind the chair. She took another sock & started tie his hands together. 

“Now you’re going to find out what’s it like to be humiliated little brother! Girls,tie his feet to the chair legs.” Nicole said as she took her time tying his hands, I think she was enjoying it a bit too much. Staci & me each took a sock & tied his feet (Which were barefoot) to each of the chair legs. 

“No one reads my diary & gets away with it!” she added as she finished with the knots & got up & faced him.

“In one hour, you get our tickle torture treatment & not only that, one of us is going to take turns every twenty minutes watching you to see that you don’t escape” 

Jimmy only grunted behind the gag, trying to say some nasty things to his sister & then us.

“Can I watch him first?” Staci asked

“Go ahead, come on Angie let’s go play some music”

I followed Nicole down to her basement, leaving Staci with Jimmy. 

“You can go next Ang, I want the little creep last” Nicole said as she slipped on some headphones & put in a CD in her portable player & then laid down on the matted floor. I put my own music on Nicole’s small stereo & sat down & read a magazine. 
Twenty minutes later, Nicole had her eyes closed while listening to her music. I went up the stairs & into the living room. There I saw an empty chair with socks lying on the floor. Jimmy had escaped & there was no sign of Staci! 
Not thinking to alert Nicole, I proceeded to check the house for them. He probably got loose & surprised her somehow I thought. He probably had her tied up & was setting a trap for us. I walked upstairs & started down the hall, whispering Staci’s name. Suddenly Staci appeared in front of me. I jumped at the site of her. 

“Staci! You scared me half to death! Did you know he escaped?”

Staci only giggled as she looked past me. I turned around to face Jimmy! He then grabbed me & held me in a bear hug!

“Let go of me you little brat!” I shouted. Then it hit me that Nicole had her headphones on & probably didn’t hear me yelling. Then I looked at Staci & realized, she had untied him! 

“Staci, what are you doing?”

“She’s helping me Angel face” Jimmy said as he forced me to walk towards an empty upstairs room.

“Stop calling me that!” I protested as I tried to break free, but he was strong for his age.

“I think it would be more fun this way Angie” Staci added as she picked up some bandanas that were on the floor & gave them to Jimmy. Jimmy then almost tackled me as he put me on the floor. 

“Hey watch it!” I yelled as Jimmy stuffed a wadded up handkerchief in my mouth & then tied a scarf over it & through my teeth holding the wad in my mouth. The little brat added a few tight knots to boot. Where did he learn to gag like this? At camp? I thought. I could only mmmppphhh loudly as he jerked my hands behind my back & tied my wrists tightly with one of the bandanas. Next he sat me up & tied another bandana around my ankles, which were bare! I could only look at Staci, giggling the whole time. I couldn’t figure out why she was doing this. Then it hit me, I think she had a crush on him like Nicole had on Jeff! 

“Good work Jimmy” Staci exclaimed as she looked at me. Suddenly, Jimmy grabbed her! She looked stunned by his actions.

“Now it’s your turn Staci!”

I tried to kick him as he quickly stuffed a wadded up handkerchief in Staci’s mouth & tied a black scarf over it & through her teeth before knotting it. He quickly tied her hands behind her back & tied her ankles with bandanas. Finally he got up & looked at his prisoners. Then he gave me a quick tickle on my soles. I squealed at his touch. 

“Still ticklish Angie?” He sneered as he kept it up for a few minutes.
 

“Now you too get real comfortable, I’m going to get my sister.”

Jimmy then left the room, shutting the door on his way out. I squirmed & fought to get loose, but the little monster had tied me good. The bandana holding tight around my wrists. Staci looked to be in the same predicament. With our mouths packed, our gag talk was almost non existent. I rolled over towards Staci & put my back against hers. She sensed what I was doing as I felt her fingers reach for my knots on the bandana. I quickly found her knots. For almost twenty minutes of trying, I found my wrists get slack. I quickly pulled them apart & took off my gag & freed my ankles. I worked my dry mouth back & forth as I turned to free Staci’s wrists. 

“Nicole can’t do enough to that brat.” I said, as Staci’s wrists were soon free. She undid her gag & freed her ankles.
 

“I’m sorry Angie, I didn’t know he was going to turn on me.”

“Don’t worry about it, we have to get Nicole…unless she re-captured him, come on.”

We quickly left the room & hurried downstairs. There we saw the site of Nicole, lying hog-tied on the couch & very tightly cleave-gagged with a bandana. Jimmy was tickling her feet without mercy. She thrashed & squealed about as we rushed to grab the little brat, but suddenly strong hands that belonged to my brothers, clamped over our mouths! Jimmy started laughing. 

“Well well, if isn’t our little sister & her new friend Staci” Tim said as he held me tight.

We had been set up big time! Jimmy then high fived both of my brothers as Nicole struggled in her bound & gagged state. They had actually recruited the little monster to torment us! I looked at Staci & then at Nicole. We were all now in BIG trouble! 

To be continued…
 
 

I’ll try & post part two by Friday Evening.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

(PS - looking forward to part 2!)

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“Let’s hog tie them as well!” Jimmy shouted as he gave Nicole a tickle near her waist. 

“This is too much fun!”

I closed my eyes at the thought of being hog-tied & tickled by that little monster, but then Tim overruled him.

“No, I have another idea, We’re tying these two back to back. I’ll show you how tie properly Jimmy”

The little brat was only eager to learn as Tim took his hand away & took a wad of cloth & stuffed it into my mouth before I could protest. Keeping his hand over it so I wouldn’t spit it out, my older brother took a rolled up bandana & tied it over the packing, pulling it tight & knotting behind my head. I was now gagged like before, a muffled mmmppphh was about the only thing I could muster. All this time, Jeff had gagged Staci the same way. 

“That should cut down on their talking” Tim said as he pulled my hands behind my back. 
Tim had clothesline in his pocket as he took a good length & crossing my wrists, looped it around my wrists about four times before securing it with a couple of his tight knots. Jeff quickly tied Staci’s hands as well as I watched Jimmy taking time from tickling his sister to watch my brothers’ tightly tie us up. 

“That’s how it’s done Jimmy, nice & secure”

Jimmy then made tickling motions with his fingers at me.

“You see Angela, we need someone to carry on with our little games. Jeff & me won’t be here all of the time.”

I rolled my eyes at the thought of this, just when I was getting used to my brothers’ tying me & my friends up, they had to go & get this little creep to do their dirty work. 
Tim & Jeff forced Staci & me on the floor, there they sat us back to back with each other, and then they took a long length of the rope & wrapped it around our bodies about five times before knotting it. Staci started to struggle, but every time she moved, I moved with her. It’s like we one body. I had no idea how we would ever get out of this mess! I just knew that brothers were going to turn Jimmy loose on us! 

“You want tie their feet Jimmy?” Tim asked him as his eyes lit up. Oh no! I was right, Tim was going to have him tie our feet & then tickle them. I could only hope they had told him not to so it, at least not now. Jimmy went to Staci first. She pushed her back into my back as she soon squealed. She was being tickled! They wouldn’t let the little brat wait. Quickly Jimmy was crouching down at my ankles & started to tie them. I tried to kick in protest but didn’t do any good. 

“What’s the matter Angel face? Don’t like me?”

That was an understatement. The kid was an absolute brat. I don’t know what had happened to him at camp, but he must have hung out with some kids that were really bad. He definitely had it coming to him, but all three of us were in no position to anything to him. We just had to endure the inevitable tickle torture. 
After securing my ankles, he gave me some quick tickles on my toes. My squealing & struggles made Staci move as well, our ponytails slamming together. All this time, I tried to make a feel for Staci’s wrists, hoping that Jeff had somehow left a little slack in one of the knots. No such luck. In our position, our hands were practically one as well & I couldn’t get any grip on any of the knots. Jimmy then stood up. 

“All right girls, we’ll be back in a half hour. Don’t try anything funny, or else Jimmy here will tickle all of you until he gets tired of it. Come on Jimmy” 

The boys left & went upstairs to do whatever. Nicole was still Hog-tied on the couch, the gag cutting into the corners of her mouth. She grunted to me. I couldn’t understand anything she was trying to say. Her mouth must have been packed as well. It seemed like an impossible situation for us to escape from as I struggled & mmmppphhed. Staci did the same as our bodies were tightly tied together. I had to think of something. Thirty more minutes remained until tickle time & I just knew Jimmy wanted to be first in line! 

Looking around the room, I then spotted some scissors on the end of a bookcase. I thought of Nancy Drew in her predicaments after the bad guys had tied her up & how she used all of her resources to get free. I started to bounce on the floor. Mmmpphhhing to Staci to work with me, I think she caught on as she started to bounce with me. For almost ten minutes of real exertion, Staci & me made it over to the bookcase. But we still had a problem. The scissors were too high to try & grab them. Pushing my back hard against Staci’s, I tried to ease to my feet. It was harder than it looked as we pushed together & without falling over! Nicole gave us a mmmppphh behind her gag as she looked on. I smiled at my friends behind the gag, as we hopped in tandem over to the scissors. Backing up sideways, I tried to reach for them with my tied hands. I almost dropped the scissors, but didn’t as I managed to grab them. I had to be careful in not to cut myself as I opened the scissors up & turned them toward the knots. I was really sweating by now as I looked at the clock. Less than five minutes! Suddenly I felt the rope being cut & my wrists were free. I managed to free the ropes around our bodies & removed the gag from my mouth. I spat out the mouth packing, which had left my throat dry. Moving my mouth around, I turned to free Staci. 

“I did it guys! Now that little bratty brother of yours won’t have his fun Nicole!”

But before I could free Staci, I heard running footsteps. It was Jimmy! With my ankles still tied, I couldn’t move as he almost tackled me to the floor! Before I could yell, his hand covered my mouth! 

“Going somewhere, Angie?

I looked at him with wide eyes. If there was anybody needed to be tickle tortured, it was Jimmy. But any chance for us to escape, ended when I saw Tim & Jeff standing nearby with even more rope! 

To Be Continued…..
 

I’ll post Part Three in a few days

TO BE CONTINUED 

And in February 2002, in 2-3 months time, this site will be five years old. So, just in case I'm not in this site to greet Canuck, happy fifth birthday for this site. Your site is half a decade old! Anyway, I was thinking, why not making your own website, like www.storiesoftieupgames.com so that your site will be more accessible. It would be fitting just for your fifth birthday. Anyway, it's just a suggestion, and to me, it's still suberb the way it presently is. 

This is one of the most wonderful stories-site I know of!

I must also give my best regards to Angie for entertaining us with a series of interesting and well-written stories. Please continue Angie, your stories are really enjoyable! 

BTW, I got a blank e-mail from you some time ago. Please repost.

All the best from ice-cold Sviiden!

To Canuck

Your site is the greatest, but could you please post the August, September and October Archives for the year 2002? I haven't visited this site since August and I'm just dying to read the first part of Angie's stories and any other wonderful stories that were posted during those months. So, To Canuck, if he is reading this, please activate those archives. Anyway,I would continue to rant until either those archives were displayed, or somebody gives a good reason why those archives weren't posted yet. 
 

This story happened back when I was 13 and a new teenager, still getting used to the term. It involved two sisters who lived down the street from me. Their names were Jan and Heather. I'll start off by describing them. Jan (who I had a huge crush on) was 12, slim with a great body, had light freckles, blond hair, and was taller than me by a few inches. Heather was 14, with a similar shape, had red hair, and great legs that she constantly showed off. 

The day it happened I was outside on my swing set when Jan came by, which she usually did to play on the swings. She was wearing blue jeans, a white sleeveless tee shirt, regular white tennis shoes and her hair was in a long unbraided ponytail that reached a few inches below her shoulders. She came in through my side gate and got on a swing next to me. 

"Hi."

"Hi," I replied back. We simply sat there on the swings for about twenty or thirty minutes before Heather came in, obviously wanting to join in on the swings. She had on a gorgeous white skirt with thin vertical black stripes going to the bottom, a few inches above her ankles. She was wearing sandals, but quickly kicked them off and headed to the metal slide. Her hair was let out and it went to her shoulders. She also had on red lipstick. Her shirt was a simple blue tee shirt. 

"Hi Heather," Jan said. I sat on my swing and just listened.

"I call the swing. I'm guessing you've been on it for awhile now," Heather said with happiness in her voice.

"Well, about twenty minutes. Can I get it for just ten more and then you can have it for the rest of the time?" I kept thinking, 'This is my backyard. Shouldn't I get to choose?' 

"Umm," Heather thought, "okay sure. I'll be on the slide anyway until then." Heather proceeded up the short ten ladder steps to the top of the slide. It was a rather small slide, big enough to go on, but anyone tall enough could stretch themselves down it and touch the end of the slide with their feet, while still holding the top with their hands. This was put to the test today. 

Heather sat on the top of the slide and put her legs out forward, looking out into the air. At this position, we were behind her completely. Jan turned to me and grinned. 

"Hey," she whispered, "let's get my sister while she's up there." I nodded, fully understanding. I crept inside the house as quietly as I could without Heather noticing. Jan watched me as I sneaked in. Inside I grabbed a long white rag, a red pillowcase, a roll of brown twine and a pair of scissors. Then I crept back outside to Jan. Heather was still looking into the sky. I crouched down by Jan and she got off her swing and did the same. 

"Oh, this may be easier than I expected," Jan said in a hushed voice, while looking at Heather.

"What do you mean?" I whispered back. Then I saw it. Heather was holding onto the handlebars on the sides of the top of the slide and lowering herself down to the bottom. It looked like she was going to let go, but after a few seconds she relaxed with her toes tapping the end of the slide, looking up into the sky again. "She's stretched out on the slide." Jan nodded and grinned, then cut off a long piece of twine, followed by another. 

"Use these to tie her hands while I distract her," Jan whispered. "Make them tight. My sister can fight pretty well." Heather's wrists were taught against the sidebars as she held herself against the slide, as I noticed while staring. Thank goodness for those side handles, and thank goodness for the whiny kids' parents who invented those. "Okay, ready?" She looked at me and I nodded back. "Okay let's go." 

Jan walked over to the bottom of the slide and began mumbling something to Heather, who sat still against the metal slide. I moved over to the slide behind Heather and readied my ropes. I put one rope in my hands and kept the other rope in my pocket. Jan glanced at me for a moment and then back at Heather. I knew it was time. 

I quietly climbed up the slide and then stood on a rung where my hands could reach Heather's. I nodded to Jan and she smiled a little. Then I took action, and wrapped a rope around a part of the sidebar where Heather's wrists weren't. I then immediately wrapped the end of that rope around one of Heather's wrists, and continued to wrap and knot until the rope was gone, suspending one of her arms above her head. I hadn't noticed Heather squirming much though, then looked to see Jan holding down Heather's legs. Jan cut off a long piece of twine and began wrapping her sister's ankles together. Heather's feet twitched around in an effort to get loose. 

Heather's other arm dropped down and I reached for it, pulling it back up and onto the handlebar. When Jan poked her sister's feet Heather clenched onto the bar, where I wrapped my other piece of rope around and around it, finishing it with a few knots. All in all my knots and loops were clean, as opposed to the messy, unorganized knots of a rushed action. This was probably because I had done this kind of thing before. 

I jumped off the slide ladder and ran to get the red pillowcase, then ran back to the side of Heather. Her hands were wiggling up and down in an attempt to loosen the bindings, and she was trying to pull her body upward. 

"Quick, gag her!" Jan said. Heather was wide-eyed looking at me and shaking her head.

"No," she started, "no don't put a pillowcase in my mouth. Don't! Ple-mmm mmmph!" Heather's pleads were cut short. I had the pillowcase wrapped through her mouth and was knotting it behind her head as tightly as I could get it. Heather was trying to prevent the gag's knot by moving her head away from me, but I grabbed her head and maneuvered the ends of the pillowcase together to form a secure knot. Then I cut off a short piece of twine and wrapped it around the knot on her gag to make sure it didn't come undone. 

I looked now to see that Jan had tied Heather's ankles together, and holding them down as to prepare for tickling. Heather bucked on the slide, making loud pounding noises with her back. Jan moved from holding down Heather's uniformly bound ankles to holding down her sister's waist. Jan moved to the opposite side of the slide from me and used both hands against her sister's sides to hold her down. I looked at Heather's feet and smiled at her. I saw her face enter worry, so I moved my fingers into a claw and began walking to Heather's feet. 

Since Jan was now holding down Heather's waist to the slide her feet were free to move. Heather lifted her legs straight up into the air to prevent them from torture. I watched Heather strain at doing this, especially in her current situation. Heather's beautiful white skirt was sliding upward to her waist, and slowly more of her legs were being shown. At the sight of this Heather immediately dropped her legs, but the skirt was still scrunched up to her lower thighs. She wiggled around her legs but her skirt stayed up where it was. I ran and cut off another long piece of twine, then went back to Heather and wrapped it above her knees, pressing the rope into the bottom of her white striped skirt and keeping it where it was. The twine slightly added extra scrunch to the hem of her skirt. 

Heather began to protest at her skirt a bit. "Mmmph! Mmmm mmmm mphhh mhhh! Mmh! Mmmmmm mmmm mmmph mhph mmh!" She went on fairly long before resuming her casual short protests. Jan chuckled and gave me a smirk. I got the roll of twine and wrapped it around the slide over Heather's waist, then knotted it and went around two more times. This effectively kept Heather's body from moving upward. Jan released her grip and moved back to her sister's feet. She was holding them down with one hand and gently rubbing them with the other. I moved over to help her by wrapping rope around the slide over Heather's ankles, to free one of Jan's hands, then went around again and finally knotted it. 

Jan went mercilessly against her sister in a tickling frenzy on her bare feet. Heather's face was turning pinkish as I watched Jan torment her. Her toes were shaking around and she was rocking her upper back as much as she could, but the bonds on her wrists were tight enough to hold her up, so instead she shook her head back and forth to distract herself from the laughter. I eagerly joined in by tickling Heather's sides from her waist up to her underarms. This made her go crazy, and she shook rapidly to try to remove herself from the condition she was in. After another minute of torture Jan stopped, and lay sprawled on her back in the grass looking up with her hands behind her head. She was grinning madly. 

I took this time to quickly consider the position Jan was in, and then took action.

To be continued...
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I tried to fight off Jimmy, but the kid was strong for his age. Staci even tried to hop away, but Jeff caught her. She squealed as Jeff picked her up & carried her over to the middle of the floor. Tim then threw Jimmy an another bandana & wad of cloth. 

“Hurry up & gag her Jimmy, she’s too clever for her own good.”

Jimmy removed his hand & I tried to keep my mouth closed, but the little creep gave me a quick tickle, I let out a protest & got a mouthful of cloth for my troubles. Jimmy then finished gagging me with the bandana, pulling it tight into my mouth. Again it held the wad in place as he knotted it tight. I mmmppphhhed in protest as Jimmy turned me over & pulled my hands behind me again. 

“Here you go Jimmy, just like I showed you” Tim said as he passed more clothesline to Jimmy.

“Leave a good length after you secure her wrists. We’re hog-tying her & Staci.”

I shook my head & mmmppphhhed in protest.

“Sorry Angie, but you two won’t be able to pull off any more cute stuff.”

I looked over at Staci. Jeff was already hog-tying little Staci with more clothesline. Her wrists & ankles brought together behind her. It wasn’t a strict hog-tie, but it would definitely keep us from escaping again. 
Jimmy wrapped the rope around my wrists about four times & tied a couple of tight knots out of reach of my fingers. Then I felt my legs being bent upwards. I tried to fight him, but I was no match in my bound state. Soon the little creep had me in a tight hog-tie. 
I squealed some more as Tim almost dragged me a little ways where I was next to Staci, the bandana also cutting into the corners of her small mouth. She seemed to be laughing. She was enjoying this! She must have had a crush on Jimmy or the girl was a bondage fanatic at the age of Thirteen! Anyway, Jeff had picked up Nicole from the couch & eased her down next to me. Nicole was the same around Jeff, but her brother…that was a different story! 
Soon Tim, Jeff & Jimmy stood over our hog-tied & gagged bodies.

“Aren’t we forgetting something?” Jeff asked

“Like what?” Jimmy added, “We are going to tickle them aren’t we?”

“Of course, but we have to make it perfect & that means blindfolds!”

Oh no! Not that again. I thought as I looked at Nicole & then at Staci. She hadn’t gone through that like we did when Heather was still here. Tim gathered up three more bandanas & kneeled down next to Staci. 

“Oh that’s right, Staci doesn’t know about our little game. Well we’ll have to show her then.”

Tim quickly blindfolded Staci. He tossed another bandana to Jeff who quickly blindfolded Nicole.

Suddenly, my world went dark as Tim blindfolded me. I let out a squeal, knowing what was coming. But this time, Jimmy was here!

“If you hadn’t tried to escape Sister dear, maybe we could keep this simple.”

Tim as always was enjoying playing my tormentor. But soon there would be another one. Jimmy! Just then everything was quiet except for an occasional grunt from one of us. 
My heart was pounding. Where were they? Why didn’t they just get it over with?
A couple of minutes went by & still nothing. My heart was still pounding with half dread & even half excitement. Suddenly I felt my soles being tickled. I thrashed & squealed. Lying there hog-tied, there was only so much I could move. I almost tipped over on Staci who was to my left. I heard Staci & then Nicole squeal & thrash. Then it was my turn, I felt what I thought was that feather going over my toes & down on my soles. Squeals of tickled teenage girls filled the air. I didn’t even know who was doing it, was it my brothers’ or even the little brat Jimmy? For at least a half-hour, the tickling would stop & then suddenly start back up, without a single word from the boys. Biting down on the bandana, I couldn’t do anything to make it stop. It was pure torture! Much worse than before. I was so ticklish & so were my friends that the more we squealed & thrashed, the worse it was. First it was slow & then fast then slow again. I felt a sensation like I had never felt before, like I wanted more of this! 
My feet & toes were raked endlessly by their fingers & that feather. I was plain worn out. So were Staci & Nicole who I heard breathing hard & giggling. 
After awhile the boys untied us, gave us water for our dry throats & even little Jimmy apologized to us for his behavior. Even Nicole seemed to laugh it off. Little did we know that he had something cooking in that little devilish head of his, a scheme to kidnap all of us, one by one without my brothers help. 
 

Due to the holiday here in the States, It might be by the end of the weekend before I can get the next story posted. Again, thanks for all the nice comments & E-mails! 

When I got there she was home alone. Both her parents’ work and her older brother were away too. Anyway, she told me that she had been reading the web pages and had a lot of ideas about tie up games. Then she asked if I would let her tie me up. When I hesitated she said she would let me have a safe word and that if I used it she would stop what ever she was doing. Finally I agreed and she took me down to the basement. 

Once we were in the finished recreation room she pulled of her sweater. She was wearing a tee shirt she then tied up to expose her belly. She stepped out of her sneakers then her jeans, she had on a swimsuit bottom that was vary sexy. 

“OK your turn” she said handing me a pair of guys swim trunks and pointing me toward the bathroom. I came back out a few minuets later wearing only the trunks as she had asked. She took one look at me and smiled. She took me by the hand and led me into a second smaller room. She explained that it use to be a guest room but that it wasn’t really used any more. Once inside I saw the frame of a futon that she had folded out flat. The futon had been removed and a much smaller exercise mat had been placed in the center of the frame. She asked me to lay down on my back so I did. The Mat barley reached from my solders to my hips. 

. Then she showed me this box of plastic cable ties. Real long ones . They had to be at least twelve inches long, some were even longer. She started by stretching my left arm out and above my head. When my arm was stretched out all the way she used one of the cable ties to fasten my wrist to one of the frames slats. Next she stretched my right arm out and fastened it In the same way. She used two more ties on each arm to secure each arm just above and below the elbow. When I joked that she was doing a real food job at tying me she just smiled but said nothing. 

Next she moved to the foot of the frame. She grabbed my right ankle and pulled it toward the right corner of the frame. When It was stretched as far as possible she placed on of the ties around my ankle securing it to the frame. She repeated the same procedure with my left leg and when she was done I was stretched out so tight my back barley touched the mat. I grunted a bit from the strain and complained that she may have tied me a bit to tight. Relax Jamie said. You will be fine, besides I am not finished yet. Not finished? I thought. What else is there? I soon found out when she used two more ties above and below each knee. Now I was getting nervous. A little bondage is one thing but this was overkill. 

With me totally tied down and helpless Jamie stepped up onto the frame and stood over me with one foot on each side of my chest. As she stood over me she had the strangest grin on her face. OK you got me. I said. You had you fun but now it’s time to let me up. I had my fun? She said. It’s time to let you up? You think you are calling the shots here? Her tone was real sarcastic. Need I remind you who is all tied up here? I am in control. I am in charge. Now she was shouting. I can do anything I want and there is nothing YOU can do about it. She was right about that, but now she was starting to scare me. OK Jamie you are right. You are the boss so you can let me up when you feel like it. Boy! Was that the wrong thing to say!! LET YOU UP?? She shouted. Not a chance. Then she bent over , squeezing ny cheeks between her thumb and fingers, This whole time I have been tying you I have be trying to decide whether or not to torture you but your smart mouth made that decision for me!! HEY!! Wait a a minute! I what do you mean torture? You don’t know? She teased. Well you’re sure gona find out!! With that she stood up and climbed off the frame. 

She returned a few seconds later with a wet sponge and a roll of duct tape. Kneeling over me she smiled. Open up lover. When I hesitated she pinched my nose closed and began poking my ribs. I quickly opened up for air. When I did she shoved the wet sponge in my mouth. Just a quickly she tore off four or five strips of tape and secured it over my mouth holding the sponge in place. OK now you are ready to be tortured. She smirked as she stood up and walked to a nearby table. 

She started to remover several items form a bag. Looking over her shoulder she smile, “Just a few torture implements”. As she returned to what she was doing I realized that I was becoming more excited the scared. 
to be continued---

I used to post on Bob`s Stories Of Women Bound & Gagged page a couple of years ago. I remember a few names - Mick Stupp, GillianB, Mase, Dudalb and PH. If any of those are still around they can e-mail me for a natter about old times! 

Lots of luv,

Diane

Yes, Mick, Hooch and myself still catch up on a regular basis although we hardly ever see Gill these days :-( and I think PH still posts here as well - he also occasionally contributes stories for Tied and True Tales (TTT) as well :-) 

Anyway, r.e. making contact; just go to TTT (click on the link provided) and mail me from there (sorry, I've lost your e-mail addy) then I'll pass on the other's addys. 

To Canuck
Thanks for posting the Aug-Oct. 2002 Archives. I really enjoyed most of the stories posted that I missed. 
 

I looked at Jan, lying in the grass on her back. It all seemed too simple to do. Heather was still panting under her gag, and I saw little movement coming from her body. Jan, on the other hand, was completely sound. She grinned a little, then turned her head to face her sister. Now was my chance. 

I grabbed the roll of twine and cut off a few long pieces. I stuck the other rag halfway into my pocket and crept over beside Jan. She turned to look at me. 

"Now I know what we should do," I told her.

"What?" She asked with a grin. Her arms were still behind her head.

"This." I pounced onto Jan's body, putting my legs on each side of her and pinning her chest to the ground. Her arms snapped out from behind her, but I grabbed them and pushed them to the ground on each side of her head. Then I moved my knees over her wrists. Now my hands were free. 

"Heather! Hea-grrmmmph!" I wrapped the white gag through her mouth and lifted her head up a bit, then knotted it behind her as tight as I could get it. She thrashed her elbows around but couldn't get them out from under my knees. I heard a light squeal come from Heather. I grabbed her wrists and then got off her, turning her onto her back with much effort. She tried first to stand up, but I pushed her back down and soon her stomach lay on the grass. I got onto her back, holding her wrists behind her. 

"Hhhmmmm-grrrrrph!" I took a piece of rope and tied her wrists together firmly, then added a second rope around them. Her palms were touching, but her hands made light fists. I turned myself around to face her feet, then cut off another longer piece of rope and tied her ankles together. The rope pressed into the bottoms of her jeans and that made her look even more attractive and helpless. I repeated with her knees, making her pants scrunch a bit under the bindings. Lucky for me, she didn't try to buck and kick me, but instead held her legs out in surrender. I finally removed myself from her. 

Jan tightened up into a loose ball and then stretched out again. She turned and looked at me, pleading with me under her gag. I stood her up and helped her wobble on her feet to the slide. When she was there, I pushed her back up against the metal ladder and got my twine out. She almost fell over, but I pushed her up again. I cut off a few long pieces of twine and then set the roll on the floor. 

I moved her upper body forward a bit to get to her arms, then lifted her hands and put them around a ladder bar. I finished by pushing her body against the ladder again. Using the rope, I bound her arms above the elbows to the vertical bars of the slide ladder. She tried to shake back and forth, but it was a decent job of knotting so she couldn't loosen any of the ropes. I took the roll of twine and wrapped it around her ankles, then cut it off and knotted it behind the ladder. 

Her body was standing upright now. Only her head made any motion. I tied rope around her chest and behind the ladder as well, then knotted it behind her. 

"Anything you'd like to say?" I asked her with sarcasm.

"Ghmmm-mm! Ghmm-mmph!" She shook her head and gave me sad eyes.

"We tied your sister up, so it's only fair to do that to you." She turned her head to try to see her sister, but realized again that her back was stationed against the slide ladder. "And we also did something else to your sister that is only fair to do to you. We tickled her." Jan's eyes widened and she shook her head. She began to try to loosen the bonds on her feet by wiggling her lower body. 

I moved my finger to her neck and started tickling. She scrunched her neck up, trying to avoid the torture but it did no good. Pretty soon she was laughing under her gag. "Mmph! Mmmph! Ghrrmph! Phmmm!" (As I remember her saying) 

I moved down and started tickling her sides. She twisted as much as she could which wasn't enough to avoid my fingers. I couldn't tickle her feet though, so I left those alone. I went at her neck and back to her sides for around ten minutes at least, then finally stopped and let her calm down. Her face had turned a pinkish color. 

"Okay, I'll be back in about an hour." And with that I left back inside.

When I came back out in about fifty minutes, they were gone. I guess I didn't tie Jan's wrists together tight enough, or Heather had found a way to loosen her wrists. Either way, that was sadly the last time I saw the two girls. They were only renting their house, so after a month or so they were gone. 

That about wraps up my stories for awhile until I can either tie up another girl or simply post all the smaller interactions I had with rope and girls. Thanks to everyone who emails me and tells me what they thought of my stories. It really helps me write better ones each time.

I remember you and your posts well and the chats also.

I still read this site on a regular basis, but post only comments as I think I have posted enough stories here!

I have a few fictional stories in a slightly more grown-up style on Mase's site Tied and True Tales.

Hope all is well wtih you Diane and it was nice to hear from you again.

I am a 16 year old boy (home sick from school) and am in Boy Scouts. My neighbor, Pat who is 13, just joined the Scouts. He started very late and wanted me to teach him a little bit of the stuff so he could get on his way up the ranks. 

I suppose I should begin about a week ago, Pat was over my house playing with my brother, and it was just the three of us in the house. I was in my room watching TV, when Pat came in, with a knife I have in his hand. He and I jokingly wrestled for a sec with the knife and I banged it out of his hand. The way we ended up he was on his stomach and I got on his back. He was laughing, and so was I, I said “Pat you’ve got to pay for that one. There was one of my leather belts on the ground, the kind with holes all the way around it and with two buckles, so it locks as tight as I want. I grabbed it, and grabbed Pats arms and pulled them behind his back. I did not tie his wrists with it but his elbows behind his back and fastened it. Before he knew what happened I ran to the closet in my room and grabbed my bag of rope. I turned to him and he was not struggling to get out. He was close, but not close enough. I again forced him on to his stomach and now tied his wrists with the rope and his ankles then hogtied him. I made him promise me not to touch any more of my stuff, and then I let him go. As he was leaving soon after he told me that I needed to teach him that stuff, knot tying. I thought nothing of it.

That is until this Saturday, when Pat called me and asked me to get my rope and come over; he was trying to get a new achievement in his book. Thinking it was lashing or something, I brought over the whole bag. As I climbed the stairs to his porch I heard voices that sounded angry and one laughing. I knocked and he said “come in”, and when I did I saw a truly great site. His older sister, who was also a real beauty, was rolling around on the carpet, hogtied. Pat was trying to control her thrashing and put tape over her mouth. She said Al, help! I tossed Pat off and untied her; she got up hit Pat, gave me a kiss on the cheek and left for work. As she left we heard the garage opening and knew Pats mom was home. Pats sister must have told her what happened, because when she entered the house she scolded Pat, and said “didn’t I say not to tie up your sister anymore?” And she thanked me for letting her go. Pat said so mom what are you doing for the rest of the day? She said nothing. So he asked if she would let him test out some knots on her, so he wouldn’t have to practice on his sister. I was looking on, hoping. Then she said “fine, just let me go to the bathroom first” 

She came out and had her brown hair tied in a pony tail, a HARVARD U sweat shirt on and a pair of tight spandex running pants on. She had white Keds Tennis shoes on with thick white socks pulled over the running pants. Joy, that is her name, said Ready. Pat said go in the family room, and sit down. He had already put a chair there. She sat and held her hands in front of her. Pat began to tie them. He did not do a good job, and within five mins his mom was free. She said better keep practicing. Pat said lets Al try and see if he can do it. Joy agreed and again held out her hands. I said behind you please. She kind of gave me a look like how did I know that was coming.

I then tied them tight enough that it would take some struggling to get out of, but I also tied her wrists on top of the thick sweat shirt, so it wasn’t all that tight. And though I crossed her ankles, I had to tie them over her sweat socks, so they weren’t all that tight either. She was out of that in twenty mins, but it took a lot out of her. She was red faced and sweating. But like always she kept her competitive attitude, and claimed no one could hold her. Pat was wrecked that I could not do it. But I had an answer for that; I said that is because your shirt and socks are too thick I can’t tie the limbs tight enough. She still confident said ok then I’ll take them off. 

When she did her fait was sealed. 

She took off her sweat shirt and she had on a matching t- shirt, which was short sleeved. Then she took off her shoes and tossed them to the side, then finally her socks. This is when I noticed her fingers and toes matched and were French Tipped. She said one more try, again putting her hands behind her back for me to tie. I crossed them and she would kind complain when I turned the rope around her wrists, making it tighter. Then I tied it off where her fingers could not reach. Then I walked around to the front and again and crossed her ankles and tied them so she would not be able to uncross them if she wanted to. She said done? I said Nope. Then I went over to my bag and began to pull ropes out of that, I don’t think she knew how much rope we had. She rolled her eyes and said continue. I tied above her knees and had Pat tie them below. Then I got the longest rope I had and tied her upper body, pinning her arms to her back. Now she began to get antsy and kind of moved around a little in the chair. We said now you can’t move at all, right. She was angry she could not get out on her own and wanted to spite us. She said No, I can more my fingers, toes and I can talk. Then she bit her tongue, and knew she might have gotten her self in trouble. Pat said we could change that for you mom. Then he went over to my bag and pulled out its contents. More rope, a ball of twine and 4 bandanas. He took the twine and 2 of the bandanas and walked over to his mom again. He got a pair of scissors from the kitchen and cut a length of twine and tied her thumbs together, them he did the same and tied her big toes together, then tried to gag her. She would not open her mouth for him to insert the balled up bandana. I called him over and suggested that we tickle her until she opens her mouth. That was to be the plan, tickle and stuff. I was to tickle her feet. I did and she hollered and Pat got it in and tied another one around to hold that one in. It worked pretty well. 

After we had watched her struggle and she was convinced that she could not get out on her own, I decided to untie her. At this point all the ropes and gags had held with out a big problem. I knelt down next to her and began to untie her. Pat did not like this idea and wanted to keep her our hostage. The game was over, and she lost and wanted to be freed. Pat dove at me in an attempt to stop me from untying her. Quickly I wrestled him to the ground and hogtied him again with the remaining rope. Then went back to work untying Joy. She was thankful I had untied her and now also thanked me for controlling Pat. I told her I was leaving and, she asked me to leave the rope, she had plans for it. This is when I got the feeling that at least Pat was going to be tied up again. I didn’t leave like I said I was going to. I went out and looked in the window. Joy was kneeling down next to the now barefoot Pat. She was attacking him with her long fingernails. He was bucking around and laughing. I kind of felt bad and decided since it was my knot holding him I should do something. I got out me cell phone and called over there. I saw Joy leave his side and run to get the phone. When she picked up I told her I thought I had left my wallet over there in Pats room. She told me she would check and to hold on a minute. Pats room was up stairs so that would give some time. I ran in the house and told Pat to hang on I would help him. Just then Joy came back on the line and said that it wasn’t and that she didn’t know where it was. I said oh I must have lost it on the way home. She said I have to take the dog out for a walk I’ll keep my eyes peeled for it. I said thanks and hung up. Looking in the house I saw Joy reenter the room and tell Pat that she had to take to dog for a walk. Brushed his feet one more time and left with the dog on her leash. As she left, I entered the house, and untied Pat. We would devise a plan to get her as she came in after the dog walk. 

With a little brainstorming we decided to take the stealth approach. We set up slip know in front of the door and the plan was that when she came in we would pull it tight on her, I didn’t think it was a bad plan, cause it wasn’t. She left the dog outside and came in the door where we had planned. I still can’t believe it worked as well as it did. When she came in she stood with her feet together in my loop. I couldn’t believe in worked that well, I jerked the rope and it tightened on her ankles. She was caught. I began pulling hard knocking her off balance. Then as planned the person not holding the rope would take her down. That was Pat and he pushed her over and guided her to the ground. I ran in wrapping the rope around her ankles like I was a rodeo cowboy. I tied her ankles tightly. She didn’t bother to put her socks back on to take to dog for its walk. She also didn’t put on her sweat shirt. Once I had finished, she began to kick her legs, trying to work the rope loose. By this point she was tiring and on her stomach. Pat had already gotten a slip knot around her wrist and had control of one of her arms. With some effort he was able to grabber her other arm and finish the tie. He crossed them and tied them very well; I would see that she wasn’t going to escape. Now that fighting was not an option she pleaded and apologized. Pat didn’t want to hear it, it was now revenge time. We lifted her up onto her knees and tied her elbows together with a very long rope and also wrapped it around her body a bit. Her arms were very tightly tied and stuck to her body. I really loved the look of her fingers scurrying around trying to find the knots. We then helped her to her feet while Pat stabilized her I tied her knees. Above and below with two separate ropes, both cinched. With Pats help we carried a bound woman into the family room and laid her down on the carpet floor, where she would stay for some time. We let her buck around on the floor for a while, all the while laughing at her vain attempts at freedom. After 15 mins she laid exhausted on the floor, and begging for mercy. I told her I was going to do what ever Pat wanted since this was his revenge. Pat said that he wanted her to taste her own medicine. So together we got more rope and tied one end to her ankles and the other end to the rope circling her body at the elbow. I then tied another rope from her ankles her wrist completing the hogtie. Pat then took great pleasure in methodically untying her clean white tennis shoes and revealing her feet. They looked real good since she has huge big toes. I like that look, good for toe tying. Pat went to work tickling while I watched TV, more watching her than the TV. After 5 mins Pat got some tape and gagged her. We then watched her struggle and MMMPPGGH. It was a fun learning day. After about a half hour we tickled her some more and untied her. After we all had some good laughs, Joy’s last words to me this has been fun we should do it again soon. Hopefully this will come true. Sorry about how long it is but it is vivid. Angie would love to talk to you one on one, let me know how that sounds to you. 

This story is a couple of months later. We were talking about how Clare was tied up and it ws a while before the teachers noticed. Well, we said that with a bit more preparation we thought we could tie someone up and disguise it so they won't be noticed at all. With a bit of persuasion Clare agreed to be the person. We decided to wait until Friday when the school team were playing football and the whole school would spend the afternoon period watching instead of lessons. 

Friday arrived and as soon as the lunchbreak started we brought out the rope that we'd agreed to bring. All of us had brought some so we had miles of the stuff. Like the rest of us Clare was in her school uniform, which I described last time. However since the last time she had bought a new longer length skirt, which were coming into fashion with the girls, that went right down to her ankles. 

We started by tieing Clare's hands behind her back, then tieing her elbows and then wrapping rope around her body, putting in plenty of knots as we went. By the time we had finished her upper body was alomst mumified in rope! 

Next, one of my friends surprised us by bring a length of cloth out of his bag, with a huge knot tied in it. 

"And now for the final touch" he said.

"You're not going to gag me!" said Clare "I didn't agree to that mmmmpphh!"

Before she could protest any more, the large knot was stuffed in her mouth and the ends of the cloth were tied behind her head.

"Mmmmmmmppphh" she protested angrily, struggling furiously, trying to get free. However there was no way she would ever have got out of the miles of rope binding her up. 

Eventually we calmed her down and she agreed to carry on.

We first put her own body warmer on her, over the top of all the ropes. Next we put a coat on her that belonged to one of the other girls. We stuffed the arms with paper so it wasn't so obvious that her arms weren't actually in them. Finally we found a scarf and put that aorund the lower part of her face, covering the gag. It was a cold day so it didn't look too much out of place. At a glance, Clare now looked like someone who was wrapped up well, with her arms drawn up inside her coat sleves. it wasn't at all obvious that she was tied and gagged. 

Clare spent the rest of the afternoon like this without anyone noticing, well not the teacher at least. Most of the afternoon we were outside watching the school football team, it just looked odd that everytime we scored and everyone jumped up and down and waved, Clare was a bit restricted to say the least. 

At the end of the match it was time to go home. As we walked towards where we wait for the school bus, Clare started mmpphhing.

"What't the matter" someone said.

"I think she saying it's the end of school and time to untie her" I replied.

"Mmmph" Clare agreed.

"It's gonna take hours to untie her - we can't do it here"

"Mmmmmmmmphhhh" said Clare angrily as she realsied that she wasn't going to be untied immediately. 

"We really need a pair of scissors to cut the ropes off"

After a bit of discussion it was decided that Clare would come to my house, as we knew no-one would be there. Then we could untie her in peace. Clare lived fairly close to me so it would be easy for her to walk home from there. 

We waited at the bus stop for our bus. As well as Clare and myself, Tom and Amy who lived fairly close we also coming with us. The others reluctanly left, disappointed not to be with us until the end. 

The bus arrived and Tom and Amy got on. Clare was next but she stopped, blocking everyone else from getting on.

"Come on, what's the matter" I said.

She looked down and i could see that her long skirt was preventing her lifting her leg so she couldn't get up onto the first step of the bus. Of course with her hands free she would normally have lifted the front of her skirt to give her more movement to allow her to step up. 

I somehow lifted her up from behind onto the first step from where she was able to get up the rest of the step and sit down on the bus. 

Eventually we all got to my house and settled down in the living room.

Clare started mmmmpphhing loudly that she wanted to be untied. We took off the coats and scarfs and I started to look for some scissors. just then Amy asked if I had recorded a programme she had missed last night. I said I had and got the tape out and we started watching it. 

Clare was getting really annoyed by this point and started to struggle and kick out at us, although in her long skirt it meant she wasn't very effective at this. 

"We'll untie you after the video" we said "now sit down and wait"

However Clare kept pestering us so we took her to the sofa, lay her down. Then the three of us took off our school ties and used them to tie her ankles and her legs, both above and below her knees. We then settled down to the video again. 

Somehow Clare managed to squirm her was off the sofa and wriggle her way over to us.

"Leave this to me" said Amy and she half carried, half gragged Clare back to the sofa where she used Clare's own tie to hogtie her which totally immobiled her - although she contined to mmmpphh and struggle. 

We then watched the rest of the video even though Tom and myself we more interested in watching Clare in her hogtie.

The video finished and reluctantly we decided to untie Clare. We left the gag to the very end. 

Once she was able to speak we got a bit of an ear bashing, she wasn't pleased about being gagged all afternoon and not being released at the end of school. However she soon calmed down and we all enjoyed the rest of the evening together. 
 
 

Ashley thought they were just losers, and they were always annoying her, but I never really noticed. Anyway, after a while, Ashley said it I wanted a soda. I wasn't pushed, but seeing as how she wanted one, I offered to get them and I would have one too. 

"They're in the kitchen".

I went downstairs, and went to the refridgerator to get them, but there were none there.

"There're none there!!!" I shouted back up the stairs!!

Ashley came to the top of the stairs, and said, 

"Jay and Taylor probabley drank them all!! Check and see if there are any in the basement!!"

I just shrugged my shoulders, and proceeded down to the basement. I'm not very fond of basements, so I kept the door partially open. I rooted around for the soda's. I found them, and just as I was about to walk out, I accidentally, knocked a beaker off the shelf. It rolled over to the door, and just as I was about to retrieve it, I noticed a foot had stopped it. I slowley looked up, to see Jay standing there with an evil grin on his face. 

"Looking for this?" 

He held up the beaker.

I felt a sudden urge, to just run away, cos I didn't like the way Jay smailed at me.

"Erm, yeah, I, was, erm, just getting some soda's for me and Ashley!"

I felt that cold shiver all around me, and just wanted to run.

"Oh really?"

Jay's expression, suddenley turned to a serious one.

"well, how can Ashley get her soda's, if no one is going to give them to her?"

"Oh God!!"

I thought!! What did Jay mean by that?!! He started slowley walking towards me, with that evil grin again!!

I, just kept sliding backwards, hoping for the, "ha, only joking" but that wasn't going to happen....