As many of you I regard my childhood as a golden age. As many of you I wish I were a 10 year-old. As many of you I admire children. I love their way of facing the world, I love the way they spend the day, I love to play with them... I could "kill" for having a son or a daughter of my own and I'm hopeful that in many ways I will be a great dad... 

But here I bring the moral issue. What am I doing here? What's everyone doing here? Reading some good lyric stories? Reliving some good memories from the past? Oh heck maybe just a little but everyone knows that what make us read all this stuff is related to a word started with the letter P and ended with Y that I won't spell to you because it seems to be a forbidden word in here... 

I know (or else I hope) this isn't a forum of molCENSUREDs but how could this concerned dad (err.. you do know of whom am I talking about don't you, it was a series of postings a long time ago) be advised to participate on his son's bondage experiences (even by his request)? 

This might mean nothing but I'm sick and tired of hearing more and more Belgiums, Hollys and Jessicas and millions of other terrible stories. 

No one should be blamed for what he likes or doesn't like. No one should be blamed for the fact that is gay, has a crushed bugs fetish or whatever! But someone's right ends when it shadows elseone's right. 

Now back to the dad business: how can a loving father live with such a terrible secret? How can someone be a good parent and live well with himself? Can any mom or dad (or not) on this forum give me some clues or tips? 

Thank you 

"You know, you could have ran, or called for help before Taylor got you!!" 

He and Taylor just laughed!! Taylor brought me over to an old couch, still hand gagged, and then Jay rooted around for some ropes. Jay sat down beside me, and grabbed my wrists, and started to work on them with old cotton rope. Taylor removed his hand and started working on my ankles with cotton rope aswell. I jumped at my chance to scream, as soon as he let his hand down. 

"HELLLLLLP!!!" 

I thought it was loud, but maybe it wasn't cos Ashley sure didn't hear me!! 

"Here Tay, quick, gag her with something cos Ashley might hear us". 

"With what?" 

"I don't know, find something, duct tape, anything just to keep her mouth shut." 

Jay was holding my legs down, as Taylor went to look for something to gag me with! 

"Here, how about this!" 

Taylor took off his bndana that he was wearing, and showed it to Jay. 

"Yeah, the perfect cleave gag!!" Jay smiled. He grabbed the bandana off Taylor, and sat me up facing him. 

"open wide!!" 

He said. Obviousley, I wasn't going to let him do this, so I kept my mouth shut!! 

"Don't worry Jay, just do this!!" 

Taylor grabbed my nose, and I gasped for air a second later. Jay forced the bandana into my mouth, between my teeth, and then very tightley, knotted it around the back of my neck. I could bearly mmmppph at all, it was so tight! 

"There, that should do it!" 

And they went back to work tying my up. Eventually I turned out in a hog tie, lying on the couch, and I struggled to try and get free. Jay and Taylor stood admiring their work. 

"Come on Tay, lets go tell Ashley that her friend had to go home!!" 

They ran up the stairs of the basement, leaving me bound and gagged on the couch!! 

Oh no! What about Ashley? I thought. Are they going to do the same to her, and bring her down here too? 

I just had to wait!!! 

“Hey, you little brat! Turn that back on!” Nicole said as she yelled at her brother 

“What are you all doing?” he asked, “The music’s too loud” 

Nicole got up & turned it back on. 

“We’re busy James, go play somewhere else!” 

“Come on you guys, let’s go” 

Nicole shut the door as the other two boys got in a last stare at us. Even Katrina was watching as well. Nicole rolled her eyes & we got back to our routine. 

The next day, Nicole’s mom had to go out & run errands. So that left Nicole in charge of her brother. Staci & me were over again but there was no sign of Jimmy or his friends. Nicole even commented on how quiet things were. Staci had to go back to her house, which was two blocks away & pick up things for a sleepover, which we were planning. Nicole asked me to watch the house for a little while so she could walk Staci home. I agreed since Jimmy was no where to be found. Little did I know what was going to happen next. 

About Ten minutes after Nicole & Staci left, I was watching TV when I heard a noise towards the back of the house. Nicole had a big rec room, which was joined to the back family room. Against my better judgement, I went to see where the noise was coming from. It sounded like a mmmppphh coming from the rec room. My heart started to pound. I knew my brothers were out of town. Jimmy! What was he up to now & whom did he have tied up? 
I went up to the sliding door to the rec room & heard the mmmphing coming from Katrina who had a white rag tied over her mouth, her hands tied behind her back & as far as I could see, her feet were tied. 

“Jimmy!” I yelled as I rushed over to the blonde to take off her gag, but got the surprise of my life as she showed her hands to me. She wasn’t tied up at all! It was a trick. Suddenly I was grabbed from behind! It was Jimmy & his friends! Katrina pulled down the rag & started to tickle me! 

“Surprise Angie!” She said as my squeals were met by Derek’s hand that covered my mouth. 

“We need to tie her up,” Jimmy said as with Derek still hand gagging me, Jimmy & Mark quickly tied my hands behind my back, crossing about four turns of rope around my wrists before knotting it very tightly. Katrina sat there giggling as she tried to tickle me. 

“Not now sis, you’ll get your turn” 

Jimmy then tied my bare ankles together with more rope & then sat me up 

“Angie, where is my sister & Staci?” 

Derek removed his hand 

“I’m not telling, you little brat!” 

Derek covered my mouth again. Jimmy then went over to my bare feet. 

“Well I’ve got ways to make you talk!” 

Jimmy then raked my soles with his fingers. I thrashed & squealed. Katrina then giggled 

“Boy she is ticklish, Jimmy!” 

“Come on Angie, where are they?” 

Derek then removed his hand again 

“I’m not telling!” 

As Derek hand gagged me one more time, both Jimmy & Mark worked on my feet, both taking a foot & tickling it to no end. I could only thrash & squeal at their touch. I had to give in. 

“Come on Angie, tell us” 

“All right, you win, They went to Staci’s house. She had to pick up a few things, she’s staying over.” 

“Ooh, even better. Well they’ll be back soon. Derek, gag her. We have to be ready to kidnap them as well.” 

Derek’s hand was replaced by a white rag, which was forced into my mouth & tied tight behind my head. Kidnapped? The little monsters were playing out a game & we were the victims! The boys & Katrina left me in the rec room to squirm in my bonds. They were setting a trap for Nicole & Staci. 
I had to get loose & turn the tables on them, but the boys had tied me very well. Almost as good as my brothers had! Sitting on the floor of Nicole’s rec room, I looked for anything to help free me from the ropes. I really didn’t know how much time I had until the girls returned. I had to give the little creeps credit, they outnumbered us & they could tie good knots. This was the first time I was tied up alone since the first time my brothers’ had tied me up a few months before. I really did feel like Nancy Drew now, as I had to figure a way out. Struggling did no good. I was tied up tight. I made it to my feet & started hopping across the room. I was hoping to find something to help cut the ropes. I then spotted a nail file on the end of a bench! I backed up to it, but dropped it on the floor. I made my way down & grabbed it with my hands. Taking the file, I tried to pry the tight knots open. It was hard work as I bit down on the gag. For about ten strenuous minutes, I worked the knots. Finally I felt it loosen! One good tug & my hands were free. I took the gag from my mouth & freed my ankles. I made it to my feet & crept to the door. There was no sign of them. Just then, the front door opened. It was Nicole & Staci! I opened the door to warn them, but got a hand instead covering my mouth! Jimmy then appeared & hand gagged Staci & Nicole was hand gagged by Mark. That meant Derek was behind me as I heard little Katrina giggling behind me as well. We were now all captured. 

“Time to have some fun!” Jimmy said as his hand covered Staci’s mouth. 

“We’re kidnapping all of you!” he announced as his friends started laughing. 
 

To Be Continued…. 
 

I should have part two of this story up in a few days 

Btw, Al, you can e-mail me if you want 
 

For that matter, did you ever get revenge on *any* of your tormentors?

Oh yeah, and Busley, sorry I didn't read your story over vacation. It was pretty good, and I look forward to seeing your others. Even the quickies would be nice to read - don't shy away from them! (Besides, quickies are the only things I've got...)

I was 16, spending the summer with my Dad and his wife (Laura) in San Diego not too far from Mission Beach (rough life huh!). Mom and Dad were divorced so I got to leave Chicago for chunks of time during the summer months. 

Dad is really cool, however his new wife is kind of bitchy….and her kids are brats as well. Joey (11) and Doug (9) lived with my Dad/Wife in SD. Usually though, they were sent to camp for the summer, so when I was there, I had run of the place and preferential treatment as Daddy’s little girl. This year however, Joey and Doug stayed home to make my life hell. They could sometimes be fun, but otherwise when they weren’t skate boarding they were usually either beating on each other, arguing or trying to pull pranks on me. There was no peace and quiet for me this year. 

In late July, Dad had a Friday emergency with his business and got called away to Los Angeles. Laura was on a Spa weekend retreat, so I was appointed to watch the brats until Sunday. Ugh! 

I had met this cutie Dan (17) a couple of weeks prior and we were supposed to have a date for Saturday, however this whole situation really screwed up everything. When I called Dan, he was cool about it and we changed plans for Saturday, he was going to teach me to surf….with the brats in tow. Saturday morning I was nervous to see Dan, I bought a full body lycra dive suit to wear, to cover-up my very tiny bikini. I wasn’t ready to show him all the goods just yet. 

Dan picked us up, he was tan and muscular, I was nervous and shy, but we seemed to be getting along even with Joey and Doug along for the day. At the beach – Dan, Joey and Doug were all awesome on their boards…..I was a spaz….good thing I wore the suit or I would have totally lost my bikini. It was a lot of fun though. Towards the end of the day, Dan and I were hanging out to watch the sunset…even had our first kiss. The kids were digging a big hole in the sand….it was good to have them occupied. After the sunset we began packing up….and started to round up the brats. They gave me a hard time and wanted to first try and bury us in there sand hole before we left. Dan and I agreed since they had spent a long time digging what looked like a 4 foot deep hole. 

Joey positioned us kneeling in the hole face to face. He then told us that he wanted to try and make sure we couldn’t get out. We laughed, but agreed. Boy was that a mistake. Joey instructed us to hug each other, we did. He then asked if he could tie our hands. I was so excited to be next to Dan that I was in a dream state and agreed also. Joey proceeded to tie our hands with the surfboard bungees. We were immobilized while hugging each other, Dan kissed me again and I was in heaven. He was wearing a short tight surfing skinsuit and could tell that he was excited as well. I barely noticed when Joey and Doug continued to tie us. They bound our ankles and wrapped more cord around our waste. We were completely immobile. Dan and I kissed more, we were in a dream-state, and didn’t care what was going on around us. However, that’s when the sand began to get pushed back into the hole, enclosing us. It took about 5 more minutes and we were completely immobile up to our necks as if in concrete. Joey and Doug disappeared shortly thereafter and we began yelling for them and then just for help from anyone. Unfortunately the beach was deserted and the sound of the ocean drowned out our cries. Fortunately we seemed to be far enough from the water and it was low tide. 

Having lost all sense of time, Joey and Doug finally returned and were laughing. We were yelling at them so they threatened to leave us. They made us beg to get out and we did. They must have dug with their hands for about 40 minutes to help us get out, but finally we were out and free. 

I had to go back to Chicago 3 weeks later, and I never got a chance to get the brats back. I dated Dan a few more time before I left but nothing ever became of our relationship. I’m 23 now, haven’t had any other tie-up stories of consequence, however I think about this one often and how much fun it actually was. 

Sorry for the story length, I tried to be as short as I could. Hope you liked it. 

Melissa 

To Angie: Gee I didnt see you coming You have some of the best stories ive seen 

Ive also come to the conclusion that tom ford has died. 

Good Day To All

The other thing I wish to say is, I'm starting to get a little older, and like so many here, I had so many people, both men and women, lecturing to me of what "perverts" those who like to tie or be tied are. 

Well, to all those still not up at my still-young age, may I say ... like me, you are, perhaps, going to have to conceal this Wonderful and Beautiful set of desires ... to engage in tie-up games ... from the judgemental and oh-so-SELF-righteous. Guys ... girls ... don't you let it get you down. I can tell you, no one has a right to dictate down to you beautiful although somewhat Unique feelings that -they- happen not to have. Don't let -anybody- turn you into a carbon copy of -themselves-. 

I would like to conclude my encouragement to all the wonderful stories by the wonderful people here with this ... in everything I have been reading here, to now, lurking out in cyberspace, I am impressed by how -gentle- and -caring- all who have posted have evidenced in writing about their first and perhaps additional stories of being tied or tying someone. I say, good for you !! My point is, you've found that tie up games are NOT the dirty, degrading, "perverted" play the SELF righteous drone into you of them -supposedly- being. 

So, from an older dude, guys and girls, know that your nice forays into being tied or tying someone up are only Good, Decent, and especially, fully NORMAL. Don't let -anyone- tell you otherwise, because what you are feeling is Beautiful, NOT ugly !! 

Canuck, thank you for letting me say all that. I hope what I've said will assure those who are now as young as I was that there is absolutely NOTHING evil about their enjoyment in being tied, or tying, another person. 

Hey everybody ..... MERRY CHRISTMAS !! 

And remembering the Next Generation episode titled "The Inner Light", may I please append, 

SEIZE THE MOMENT (smile)

Sorry Tom, just couldn't resist that:) 

To the fellow ranting on about gays and how depraved the people on this site are: 
what a load of crap, my friend!

“If you don’t cooperate, Katrina here is more than willing to tickle you!” 

I couldn’t believe his bossy mouth as Derek kept his hand over my mouth. Katrina then started giggling. 

“Staci here is coming with me” Jimmy added “Take my sister & Angie back into the rec room & make sure they’re bound & gagged good. Katrina, you make sure they behave themselves. Ok?” 

The Eleven year-old Katrina nodded her head as she was giggling. Derek & Mark hustled Nicole & me into the rec room. I was quickly cleave-gagged with a white rag that Derek knotted tight behind my head. Mark gagged Nicole the same way. I could swear that Nicole was laughing as her hands were then pulled behind her back. Derek took my hands & crossed my wrists. He looped rope around them about four or five times before knotting it extra tight. Mark had Nicole bound quickly as well as he led her over a couch & sat her down. I was forced by Derek to sit next to my friend. The boys then took more rope & bound our ankles together tightly. All this time, Katrina was giggling as she watched us being tied up. 

“There that ought to hold ya!” Derek said as he looked at us. 

“Aren’t we forgetting something?” Mark added as he looked at Katrina 

“Ah yes,…. Sis, want to tickle them a little?” 

“Its about time Derek!” she said as she got on the floor & then started tickling our feet with both of her hands. Nicole & me both squealed to her soft touch. We squirmed for a few minutes until the boys called her off. 

“Ok, you two. Anything funny & Katrina here will give you more of that. But you call us sis if they act up. Come on Mark, let’s see what Jimmy’s done with their friend” 

Katrina nodded as she sat on another couch across the room & picked up a magazine. The boys left & shut the curtain on the glass door between the rec room & living room. They were leaving Katrina there as sort of guard dog to see that we didn’t escape. Nicole started to talk behind her gag to me to move closer to her bound hands. We then started to work on the other’s ropes without raising Katrina’s suspicions. Us moving on the couch made a creaking noise & sure enough, Katrina looked over at us. 

“Hey, what are you two doing? You better be good prisoners or else!” 

She went back to her magazine & we carefully resumed trying to get free. The boys had tied good tight knots. It would probably take more than a few minutes of good trying to get free. Then it dawned on me. The nail file! It was probably still on the floor on the other side of the room. I tried to tell Nicole behind my gag. I carefully watched Katrina as I eased my way onto the floor. I quietly started to bounce across the floor. I saw the file lying where I was before. Just then I heard Katrina’s voice! 

“Where do you think you’re going Angie?” She shouted. She then ran toward the door, shouting for her brother, Mark & Jimmy. Oh no, she noticed me doing it. I heard her shouting each of their names in the distance. I moved real quickly as I grabbed the file with my fingers & then got to my feet & started to hop back to the couch. Just then, the boys & Katrina returned. I tried to hide the file behind me. 

“So, acting up are we?” Jimmy said as he tickled my feet. I squealed & squirmed as the little brat had a devilish look on his face. He was enjoying tickling my soles. 

“Come on, Katrina join the fun!” 

Katrina quickly joined Jimmy in tickling my feet. Derek & Mark worked on Nicole as well. 
In all of the excitement I managed to slide Nicole the file, so there wouldn’t be any suspicion of what I was doing. 

“What were you doing Angie?” Jimmy added as he & the giggling Katrina worked my feet endlessly. 

“Trying to escape, huh?” 

Jimmy was really enjoying watching me squirm & squeal at the tickling. For about ten minutes, the boys & Katrina tickled every inch of our feet. Then they stopped & got up. 

“Next time, you’ll both be hog-tied & blindfolded! Come on you guys.” 

They all left, all except Katrina who took her place on the couch with her magazine. 

I looked over at Nicole & noticed she was already working the knots with the nail file. 
A few minutes later, she pulled her hands free. I carefully put my hands out for her to untie them, all the time watching little Katrina. In a few minutes my hands were loose also. Nicole then looked at me & put her hands behind her back again & started to mmmpphh loudly. 

“What is it now?” Katrina said as she put down the magazine & started towards us. Just then, Nicole jumped up & hand-gagged the girl! Nicole then pulled down her gag. I pulled down my gag also. I then freed the ropes on Nicole’s ankles & mine. 

“Now Katrina, you’re going to take us to Staci!” Nicole said as Katrina mmmppphed behind her hand. 

“Angie, get me something to gag her with” 

I spotted a red bandana lying on a table & gave it to Nicole. Nicole then quickly cleave-gagged the young girl. 

“Okay, get moving Katrina. With you as bait we can now capture the boys!” 

Nicole led Katrina through the glass door. I followed behind with the rope. 

“Where’s Staci?” 

Katrina tried to tell us behind her gag that Staci was in the basement. A perfect trap for us I thought. 

We then heard footsteps & laughing upstairs. They had left Staci down in the basement alone! We quickly went down stairs & heard mmmppphing coming from a small area of Nicole’s cellar. It sure enough was Staci, tied to a chair & gagged with duct tape. I carefully removed the tape from Staci’s mouth. She then spat out the wad of cloth that was in her mouth. 

“They left me here you guys! I think we should get them!” 

“Already ahead of you” Nicole added as I freed Staci’s wrists from behind the chair. 

“Now is a good time you guys!” Nicole said as she led the gagged Katrina up the cellar steps. I had the rope & we were finally going to get revenge on the boys! But our joy turned sour as Nicole’s mother had returned. She spotted her daughter holding the gagged Katrina & me holding rope! We couldn’t get a break. Nicole tried to explain the situation, but didn’t have much luck. She got scolded for her actions, as I could hear the little monsters upstairs laughing at our expense! 
But we wouldn’t have to wait long to get them back! 
 
 

I’ll try & get the next story up by the weekend 
 
 

To Angie Federico
I've been reading the last couple of posts and I must say that your stories are simply the best. Keep it up!

Give us more of your stories!

Are you ever going to finish the end of your story ?????????

WHAT ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE? PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOUR FAVE GAGS ARE.

A little comment to the author of the story "A Lost Cardgame". 

Your story was interesting, but could have been more enjoyable if you had taken some time correcting your language and grammar. If you ever got to tie Her up, please post! 

Regarding duct-tape gags. They may look good, but are worthless as gags if the tape is not wound all around the head. The problem with that is that it's hell to take it off again! 

I have always preferred a good old cleave-gag with packing.

PS - Rachael or ne one, i'm on AIM and AOL (Redphantasm) if you guys ever want to talk. ;)

But while we're on the subject, I would say a shiny, metallic duct tape all 'round my girl's head is as cool as having various brightly colored adhesive tapes similarly wound several times round her head. In the case of tapes or any other repetitively wound, very tight adhering, -not- *quickly* detachable gag, may I recommend that your lover's mouth NOT be stuffed. 

I -do- very much favor cleave gags, bit gags and ball gags, in terms of the ease by which the strap / cleave can be cut through with EMT shears in an Emergency. Go packing the girl's mouth, as enthralling as it may be for you both, wrap something like duct tape tightly round her head several times, and she can choke and die from vomit or other obstruction of her airway before you can get the darned tape or whatever unwound or cut through. 

Please, I don't seek to dictate here. Just to say, gagging your lover not only reduces his/her ability to let you know when something is going WRONG or seriously needs adjusting - it can KILL. 

PH, I myself take to bit gags, ball gags, and face masks, with tongue depressor or integrated leather "penis", -if- the girl can handle it. 

Remember, never leave ANYbody Bound, especially GAGGED, alone for even a second !!

Have fun ... enjoy yourself ... keep it totally by each other's CONSENT, 'k ?? It's the ONLY way. 

It was a few months after David's barmitzvah, so he was 13 and I must have been 14 when David suggested one very hot day during the summer that we play tie-up. He said it was his turn to tie me up and he got out the rope and tape that we used. I took off my shirt as we had found that clothes got in the way, leaving me in my shorts. David took his time, but in just a few minutes he had me hog-tied on the living room floor of his house. Then he gagged me with a ball and wraps of tape. I squirmed around for a while testing the ropes and gag which seemed stricter than usual. 

David's sister, Ruth, came in and said she needed to see David in his bedroom. They left and I waited on the floor moving around as much as the rope allowed. After a while, David and Ruth returned and I was surprised to see David wearing only his shorts, his hands tied, and gagged. Ruth had David lay down on the floor and she completed tying his legs and hog-tying him. Then Ruth took the tape and reinforced my gag and put tape over the ropes that bound my wrists and legs. She did the same with David. 

I can remember thinking, wow, this is really neat. It's the first time we've been tied up together. So we lay there looking at each other, making whatever sounds our gags allowed. Ruth went on to the kitchen doing whatever she was doing, ignoring us. 

After a while I wondered when Ruth would untie us. David and I had a strict rule - nobody stayed tied up more than one hour. The hour had ended some time ago, and I was ready to be untied. So I made loud grunting noises and moans. Finally Ruth came into the room and said, "You be quiet or I'll put you in the closet and close the door." 

Wow! She had no intention of releasing us. And that was when it dawned on me. I was really tied up. This was the real thing! It was the first time in my life that I was really tied and gagged. I had no control over what was happening and I couldn't call for help or complain. Always before tie-up had been a game and we knew what would happen and when. This time I was really tied up and discovered that it meant loss of freedom and inability to speak. I remember being a little scared not knowing what to do. Then I figured that David's mom would be home in just less than an hour and she would make Ruth untie us right away. So David and I lay there and waited. 

Sure enough, right on schedule David's mom came home from her job. Coming into the living room, she sat down and looked at us on the floor. We made noises into our gags, but she just smiled and said, "Well, what have you boys gotten yourselves into this time? All tied up and nowhere to go?" 

I was shocked that she didn't immediately release us, but more shocked at what came next. David's mom said to me, "Your parents won't be home until late and called and asked if you could stay with us this evening - maybe all night. Looks like you boys will be tied up for quite a while!" Then she got up and went somewhere else in the house. 

I was frantic. But it didn't do any good. David's mother and sister went about getting dinner without paying any attention to us. I began to think that they would leave us tied up all night, but finally they released us and we ate dinner. 

David told me later that his sister tied him up sometimes, and that he had spent all night tied and gagged a few times. He said that sometimes when I came around looking for him to play with or do something with and Ruth or his mother said that he was busy - probably he was tied up in his room. David asked if I wanted to spend the night with them sometime and his sister would tie both of us up for the night, but I didn't think so. 

Anyway, that was the one time that I was tied up for real, and it is one of my best childhood memories. 

Yes of course I know that, and it's good of you to mention this, even though it has been discussed here before. 

In a forum like this where the stories are about kids or teenagers, it's important to stress the importance of safety. When I was a kid and played tie-up games we never thought of safety like I do today. We had the one-hour-rule, but the victim was usually left alone during that perioud of time, most often gagged with a cloth covered with a cleave-gag. 

It seems to me like most stories here are the same where people are left bound and gagged, without supervision. But hey, that's usually the good part of a game! May it be a kid, may it be a DiD, the struggling alone in some remote house or cellar is part of the fun. The important thing is to remember that these are stories of kids-games. Adults know better. (mostly) 
 

You wrote: 
>"PH, I myself take to bit gags, ball gags, and face masks, >with tongue depressor or integrated leather "penis", -if- >the girl can handle it." 

You're allowed your own opinion, but there are not so many bit- or ball-gags around when we're talking kids playing.

Yes, it -was- my own opinion, but please know, first, that I was NOT the party to bring up the subject of "What is your favorite gag ?" However I see your point -and- I completely agree w/ you that this is a forum for young persons to speak of pleasant and neither employ explicit sexual terminology or convey to the forum at large any stories bearing a significantly strong sexual component. 

PH, it was not my intention to do that, and I apologize. And I also agree w/ you that Safety, particularly in reference to gags, has been bandied about here before. I've been lurking, so I know that too, right ? 

PH, if you please will permit this gentle critique regarding the fact Safety, especially gags, has been bandied about here before, I wish to say one, maybe two, important things concerning that - 

1. There are brand new forum participants, both young men -and- young ladies, who may have such enthusiasm for this joy we call tie-up games that such things as "watch it when you gag the one you are playing with" can get lost in her/his enthusiasm. That, by no intent of that young lady or gentleman, -can- spell D-E-A-T-H. 

2. While I do -not- seek to take on the persona of The Only Guy To Say Something About Safety, hey - I'd rather repeat myself (and see novice -and- seasoned forum participants here) keep repeating SAFE ... SANE ... CONSENTING. Can we ever -really- hear it too often ? Sure, making the forum into a Ceaseless Repetition of the S,S,C triad is to only make the joy that young persons bring to this forum a LECTURE. However, I venture to say you and I only want those young ladies and gentlemen, novice or not, wherever it can be assured, NOT to be hurt, or worse, die. 

Lastly, may I please apologize, PH, if in any way what I said was inappropriate. Please know that I just wish for the young persons here all kinds of FUN in their tie-up games. Not something that would haunt them asleep or awake for the rest of their lives. 

Oh, and thank you for your own polite critiques of me, PH.

Thanks to everyone for the nice comments & e-mails! This made my weekend go alot better. Anyway, due to heavy school this week, I might not be able to post my next story for a few days or so. 
Thanks again!

What is of conflict regarding safety-contra-telling childhood stories is what my point was about. 

As I said before, "back then", wich for me is 25 years ago, the concept of safety in gags or binding-technique was non-existing. 

Today I know the importance of these things, so the problem regarding this forum is: 

-How do we tell the stories of our childhood tie-up games in a true and proper way, and at the same time convey the necessities of safety? 

I have always been very sure to try and describe binding-techniques and gags as accurate as possible as I remember them. 

Should we include a little tag at the bottom of our story saying "using a gag as described in this story can be 
dangerous"? 

I don't know if that is a good idea, perhaps we could ask our host to include information about safety on his site. In my humble opinion that is up to him, as it is his forum. Sending posts stressing the importance of safety, as you have done, is a good way to inform about it. 

To me, the important thing is not to make posters shy of posting even if their girlfriend was left alone for an hour, tied up in some cold and damp cellar, hog-tied and gagged, wearing only a bikini. To me that scenario is very enjoyable, even if she could catch pneumonia...;)

However, I personally think that the idea of advocating extreme care with gags for anyone reading here who plans to use these past stories as inspirations for current or future situations. 

Any time you gag someone, you are hindering their breathing to some degree or another. If a gagged person has a congested nose, that could be an inhumanly traumatic thing for them; possibly even fatal. 

I always remember the movie, "Jawbreaker" when I think of people tying up and gagging someone in fun. The teenage girl is tied up and gagged, by a big jawbreaker candy being shoved in her mouth, and then taped over. When they get her to the restaurant where the other girls were going to celebrate her birthday at with breakfast, they open the trunk to find she's choked to death on the candy. 

It is something that can happen. I think we can certainly enjoy situations that people present where they used gags as kids, and everything worked out well; as long as we also advocate that gagging isn't something to be taken frivolously in anyone doing so currently. It's something that needs to be monitored. 

Fun can stop really fast when someone ends up in the hospital... or ends up dead. Let's keep it lively and fun, okay?

Both of you make excellent points. PH, I think I understand. It is a fine idea to pose to Canuck, who -is- *very* gracious in making this fine forum open for positive discussion over tie-up games, for his input on how to intermitently -suggest- / encourage / urge ? to be careful 'bout gagging a person. I agree, in our own (fairly inexpertised) youths, we zestfully, enthusiastically, went about silencing that girl/guy we were so gung ho to tie up ..... fortunately, for almost all of us, with non-lethal results. Dorain's remarks about the movie JAWBREAKER are sensible are wise. PH, your counsel not to over-exaggerate Safety lest the nice ladies and gentlemen coming to know how nicely fun it is to be tied up or tie up another receive tie-up games as some sort of dreadful test for their learner's permit (to drive a car) is well put. I guess my reason for getting up on the soapbox and having made such a loud noise is that as Dorain supposed, in truth I myself am One Of Those with a partially blocked sinus - a congenital (from birth) little problem - which means that if it is -me- tied up (and I enjoy being on either end of the ligatures !), well, if -I'm- gagged by the lady, I sure as heck appreciate her keeping a watchful eye on me while she has fun. 

Canuck, if I have been making any sort of borish or depressing or irrelevant or distracting or inappropriate remarks, I will be happy to apologize to you and to the forum at large. 

This is a great forum !! Thanks to Canuck, this is a great place where young -and- older dudes and dudettes can come to see just how beautiful and good the feelings they enjoy at being tied or tying somebody are. 

Merry Christmas everyone. Oh, and if you feel like it, point your favorite browser to OperationDearAbby.net ... and send our States troops (if any of you are U.States folk -OR- if you are a Friend Up North who wants to) a nice little note or two, -IF- Canuck feels that is appropriate ? 

I woule like to thank PH and Dorain and all you other nice dudes and dudettes for welcoming an Old Dude like me to this neat forum !

Hi, I am Deanna and with my roommate Tracey we are college students at a large university in the northern part of the USA. We would like to share are detective fantasies with you. The bondage is real, 
The stories are fiction. 

Deanna Taylor (me) is a 17 year old junior in a high school in New York. I am 5’10 with medium sandy blonde hair and brown eyes and average weight. My celebrity look a like could be Traylor Howard with darker hair. My best friend Tracey Brown is 16 is 5’8 with long brunette hair and dark eyes. She could be Kelsey Chambers younger sister, except not as well endowed. She is an introvert and rarely wears skirts or dresses, and when she does these are usually long in length. Me, I wear skirts all the time, the shorter the better. 
This first half of the school year Tracey is living with my family because her parents are overseas in the service fighting for our country. I have a younger sister Amy and my older brother Deacon. Today I have convinced Tracey to put on a short cheerleader style skirt, green and black plaid with a green turtleneck sweater. Of course it is tight. We are standing in front of the mirror in my room and and looking at her. “This skirt is too short!” Tracey exclaimed. “No, you look great,” I responded. “Here, where these black nylons to start. When you get comfortable you can wear nude pantyhose. You will look fabulous!” “Ok,” Tracey replied, but you have to wear a skirt too.” “Of course,” I said. I put on my tan A-line miniskirt and brown blouse and brown opaque panty hose. “There, we look great!” We admired ourselves in front of the mirror then left for school. When we arrived we met up with our friend Erin, who is 5”11 with long blonde hair. She is a big girl, but athletic. She is on the field hockey team and is one of their best players. She also works in a store that sells coats and jackets and stuff, next to where we work a clothing store owned by two cousins. Erin was wearing her short black skirt and white blouse, one outfit she wears to go to work after school. Erin, spotting Tracey, “Tracey, you look awesome!! You should dress like this more often.” Erin is the only one in school with cuter legs then Tracey. But Erin looked agitated. “What is wrong?, I asked. Erin replied, “There is something fishy going on at work. These vans keep coming and dropping boxes off and taking more boxes when they leave. It is not unusual for merchandise to arrive for the store, but why do they keep taking more boxes then they deliver?” “We have noticed that too. Did you ask Mr. Williams?” “Yes,” said Erin. “ Mr. Williams said this is none of your concern. Stay out of that storeroom in the back. He is firm about it!” Ray Williams and his cousin Sam were the owners of the stores. “ I am working tonight after field hockey practice.” “Would you like us to check it out?” I asked. 
“Yes,” said Erin. I will meet you there around 5:00. 
After school Tracey and I proceeded to the store. “Shouldn’t we change first?” asked Tracey. “No, there is no time. The trucks could arrive at any time and we need to be there too see what is in them.” We arrived at the store and snuck around back. I wonder if my key fits, I thought, after all this is the same business. I have a master key to close the store which I usually do on week ends. We walked up to the door, no one was around. I put the key in the lock and turned it. It worked! “SSSHhh…., let’s go in. We snuck in the back door. “This is just like Nancy Drew,’ Tracey said. I looked up and saw fur coats hanging on a rack in a store room. Looked like Bengal tigers, mink, and a some I did not recognized. “I think these are illegal. They are using this store as a front to smuggle illegal furs.” Just then we heard the sound of a truck pulling up. And we could here voices coming. It was the Williams cousins. Tracey and I dove behind some boxes to hide. “My skirt!” Tracey exclaimed. “This is no time for vanity, we have to hide!” I whispered. Just then three other men came in and opened the doors to the back and started to bring in some boxes. Then they took some furs off the racks and put them into other boxes marked ‘clothes’ and took these to the truck. Then they unloaded the boxes they brought in and put them on the rack. “They must be stealing the real furs and selling replacement knock offs in their place. Making the average person think they are getting real fur but fake instead.” At that moment, Tracey flinched and a box fell over. Sam looked, “What is that?” 
He pushed the boxes out of the way. There was nothing Tracey and I could do. We were cornered. “Deanna, Tracey, what are you doing here?” he demanded. “Nothing, only trying to put in some extra work.” I added. Tracey and I looked at each other. What now, what is he going to do with us? We had the same thoughts. Just then one of the men from the truck walked in. He was holding a gun, a 38 I think. “How much do they know?” He demanded. “How did they get here!” Sam looked at the two miniskirted girls. Deep down, he did not want any harm to come to them. “I am not sure, but I think they know too much. Look, this is the last day of the operation before we can leave for South America. I know, We will tie them up and hold them prisoner until we leave. By the time someone finds them, we will be long gone. 
They should be rewarded for wearing those cute outfits. I do not want to hurt them.” “Ok, the man said. “But it is your ass if something goes wrong!” Girls, lie down on your bellies and put you hands behind your backs. Now!!” We decided to do as he said. “I am wearing a short skirt! Tammy cried. “Do we have to be tied up? Sam responded, “This is the only way. Just obey and I can save your butts!” Just then Ray brought in several pieces of rope from another room. He tied Tracey’s behind her back, tightly and then around her chest four times with another piece of rope. He then tied her ankles together tightly again. Then he move over to me and proceed to tie me up in the same way. He then picked us up one at a time, Tracey first over his shoulder. I could see up her skirt. Then Sam picked me up and carried me with his hands under my back and knees. My skirt was receding past my mid thigh, but I cannot do any thing about it. The brought us into a side room next to the store room and put us on the floor, sitting back to back. Sam then took a long piece of white rope and tied Tracey and I together, back to back, so tight it was cutting into my skin, even though we were wearing long sleeve tops. Then he picked up a roll of duct tape. “Are you going to gag us?” I asked. “Yes,” he said, this is the only way. He ripped of a piece and put it over my mouth. Then he put another longer piece over the first one. Then he took a scarf and tied it around my mouth in a detective style to hold tape in place. This was really tight, the scarf got caught in my hair. Then he did the same to Tracy. We were affectively gagged. Then they left and closed the door. We tried to struggle against the ropes that held us together. I could not get free. I tried to untie the knots that held Tracey’s wrists together. It was too tight, in this position I could not get enough strength on the knot. We wiggle and squirmed to try to loosen the ropes. No way, Mmmppppp….. we groaned as we tried this. But know one could here us. Then I realized Erin was coming! She could be kidnapped too! About an hour later (it seemed like forever), the door slam open. It was Ray, He had Erin! Her hands were tied behind her back and she was gagged with a handkerchief in her mouth and held in place with a scarf! They hogtied her on the floor. Her skirt was just as short as ours. This looked uncomfortable. Just then Ray took three more scarves and blindfolded all three of us. “This is the end of the line for you three. Where you are going no one will ever find you!” Just then Erin started to freak out. She started moaning into her gag, trying to scream for help, but with no avail. Tracey and I started to squirm and struggle harder, but the ropes that bound us together would not loosen. I thought we were gonners. For a moment there was quiet, then I heard a commotion. “FBI, freeze…,” I heard someone say. Just then, my brother Deacon who is a TV reporter broke into the room. “Deanna, girls!” he shouted. He removed my blindfold. “What are you doing here? He asked. You almost ruined this case for us! I have been working on this story with the FBI for some time now. But I am glad you are all right. He then untied us and gave me a big hug. “Thank you,” I said. “I have a feeling this will not be the only time you girls will get into trouble. Be careful.” He said. 
He is right. There will be more stories to come. Tracey and I hope you enjoy this one. 
Deanna 

I would like to thank all the people who still remember me. 

This story involves me, Brandy, and Shelly. We are all still cheerleaders at our school. Anyways, Brandy was driving me home last Friday (I don't have a car and my parents don't get off work until late in the evening) Brandy had planned to spend the night at my house later that evening because my parents were going on vacation for the weekend. So she dropped me off and I walked around to my back yard to get a hidden key that is placed there for special purposes. Only me and my close friends knew where it was in case they needed to get into my house for some reason. The key wasn't where it was supposed to be, but a few inches from where it normally is. 

I took it and opened the back door. When I did, I closed it behind me, locked the door, and threw my backpack down. I sat down to watch some TV, and when I did, someone dressed in a black cloth popped out from underneath my bed. The person held up a gun at me. WHoever it was was wearing a bandana over their face, and I couldn't see them. THey began speaking, but I couldn't make out the voice because they were hiding their voice. 

"I don't want you to hear me talk. This house is mine and so is everything in it!" they said and pulled out some ropes. "Take your shirt off," they commanded. 

"Please no!" I said. 

"Do it or eat bullets!" they said. Seeing as I had no choice, I took off my shirt. "Now your jeans." I didn't want to, but I didn't think I had any choice. So I was sitting on my bed in a thong and my bra. The person came over to me and pulled my hands behind my back and tied them tightly. They then tied my ankles together too. For some reason, they tied a rope around my waist like a belt. I didn't understand this. Either way, all I could do was stand their. Then, they tied a rope that went from my stomach to my back, under my crotch area. When they tied it off on my back, it tightened up. Then, they tied my knees together. After this, they used a technique which I didn't know anyone else knew. They tied a rope around my body, just above my breasts, looped it around just below my breasts, and tied a V in between them, making them bulge out and up. My friends had used this on me back during Spring Break, but I was too scared to think anything of it. 

"Now, I like the looks of those," the person said, making me blush. 

I opened my mouth to talk, but they stuffed some cloth in it and taped it over with four layers of tape and lay me down gently on my bed. When I was on my stomach, they ued the ropes from my chest and tied them to my ankles, giving a sort of hogtie. 

"Now, I know your friend is coming over. I will do the same thing to her." they said. 

They then left my room, leaving me there, hogtied with a crotchrope in my bra and thong. I struggled some, but to no avail. Soon, they came back in and stood me up on my knees. I struggled some more. 

"Wow, I like how your breasts bounce when you struggle," they said, so I stopped. 

They then felt on my body some and then left again. 

Soon, I heard my doorbell ring. It was Brandy. She was ready to come over. The doorbell wrang a few more times, then stopped. I then heard my back door open. She went around to get the key. A few seconds later, she opened the door to my room. The person entered behind her and pointed the gun at her. 

"Take off your shirt and pants," the person commanded. 

"Oh, no!" Brandy pleaded, but eventually did so. She stooed there in her bra and thong for a few seconds before the person walked over to her and tied her hands behind her back. Then, they tied her ankles together, and added the crotchrope. In the same manner, they tied her knees together and tied the bikini harness that had been used on me. Sure enough, they hogtied her like they had done me, using the bikini harness ropes. Then, the person set her down on her knees and told her to struggle. When she did, her breasts bounced like mine had and the person commented on how they liked it and squeezed them. This made Brandy scream, but when she did, she was gagged like I had been. 

Soon, the person set her on my bed, on top of me! It fealt very weird, her being on top of me, both in our underwear. Then, the person reveled itself. It was Shelly! 

"HA HA! I fooled you two! You thought I was a robber. This gun is a fake. Now, though, I have you two right where I want you!" Shelly gloated and took off the mask. 

Then, she forced us to touch each other in some very weird ways that anyone else would have thought we were lesbians. We both struggled some, but to no avail. She let us out a little while later after torturing us some more. She even used our crotchropes to her advantage and somehow made it so that when I struggled, Brandy's tightened up and vice versa. It was almost unbearable, but felt really nice. Anyways, we got her back and used the same techniques later that night, but that is another story.

Roger meanwhile was dumbstruck by what he was witnessing. "What the...? What's going on here? Who's she?" "Why don't you recognize her? It's Juliet Lee's nosy little sister." "What's she doing here?!" "Spying on us no doubt. Isn't that right, Dearie?" "Leave me alone! Let me go!" Jasmine exclaimed. "How much did you hear?" Asked Roger. "How much does she know?" "I heard everything." Jasmine said with as much forcefulness as she could muster in her voice. "The two of you are in big trouble. I'm going to report your scheme to the police. You'll both be going to jail for a long time." "Ha! You'll never get the chance!" said Gail with a cackle that sent a shiver down Jasmine's spine. "What are we going to do?" asked Roger, nervously wringing his hands. "We'll have to tie her up. Bring me some of those scarves from the other room." "What are you talking about? Tie her up...?" "Until we decide what to do with her." "I don't like this." "We have no choice. It's too late to back out now. You're in too deep, and she knows too much. Now bring me those scarves." Roger reluctantly went to the other room. Jasmine knew she was in deep trouble. She decided to scream. "Heeelllppp...mmmph" Gail clamped her hand over Jasmine's mouth. "Oh, you little minx. We'll have to gag her too." she called out to Roger. "Bring something to keep her quiet." Jasmine tried once again to break Gail's iron grip on her, but she could not. The intrepid girl detective was gripped by fear. . . "Hurry up," Gail called to Roger. "She's squirming like an eel." Roger returned quickly with the requested scarves. "Good. Tie her wrists." Roger took hold of Jasmine's wrists and bound them together behind her back. "Now gag her." He held up a handkerchief, bt then stood there akwardly as though trying to figure out how to get it into her mouth. "Oh for heaven's sake!" snapped Gail. "Give me that." She snatched the handkerchief from Roger and forced it between Jasmine lips, tying it tightly behind her head. Then she roughly pushed the girl onto the bed and used the last scarf to tie Jasmine's ankles. “There. That should hold our little Nancy Drew." “What are we going to do with her?" "We'll have to get rid of her." "Oh," Roger moaned "this is more than I signed up for." "We don't have a choice. I don't know about you, but I for one do not want to go to prison." "Prison? Oh, I feel faint." "Look, come with me." She glanced at Jasmine, trussed and helpless on the bed. "We'll have to figure something out." She grabbed Roger by the arm and led him from the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. After they left the room, Jasmine instantly began working on freeing herself from the bonds that held her. They were tight, but they felt like they might have some play in them. She wriggled and twisted on the bed for a while, trying to loosen the scarves, but she made little progress. She paused after a while and tried to listen to what was being said in the other room. She could hear raised voices in the other room, they were obviously arguing, but she could not make out what they were saying. She heard a door opening and then more arguing. Suddenly she heard Roger's voice cry out and then there was silence. She had to think of some way out of this situation fast! Her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and Gail appeared again, this time with her daughter, Suzanne. "Is that her?" asked Suzanne pointing to Jasmine. "Of course it's her. She's the one who tried to ruin things for you, sweetheart. Now mother has some things to take care of, so I need you to watch her until I come back. Alright?" "Do I have to, Mama?" "Yes. Now don't worry I won't be long. Just make sure she doesn't get loose. I'm doing this for you you know." "Oh alright." "Good. I'll come back as soon as I can.” She left the room, leaving Jasmine alone with Suzanne. Alone in the room with Suzanne, Jasmine tried to plead with her, but her words were made incomprehensible by the gag. "'et 'e 'o" she mmphed the the handkerchief tied over her mouth. Suzanne looked at her with contempt. "I'm not going to untie you if that's what you want. Mother told me what you did. She told me how you're trying to keep me from winning. Well she's going to fix it so your stupid sister or any of those other girls can compete against me. I going to be Miss Galaxy. I'm going to be a famous celebrity." "Mmmmmm!!!" Jasmine growled angrily at her behind the gag. "Don't you worry. You're going to get yours when mamma returns. You've made her very angry and you're going to pay." Suzanne folded her arms and glared at Jasmine, trying to look intimidating. Very quickly though she gave up the effort. "Look," she said, "I'm going in the other room. Don't try anything funny or I'll fix you good." Then she stormed off in a huff. Jasmine couldn't believe it! Suzanne was as crazy as her mother. Talk about the apple not falling far from the tree. From the other room, she heard the sound of the television being turned on. Jasmine realized this might be her only chance to free herself and once again she went to work on her bonds. Her wrists were tied pretty securely, but she found that by moving her legs vigorously, she was able to loosen the scarf that had been knotted around her ankles. After doing this for about fifteen minutes, she was able to free her feet. Victory! she thought to herself. Okay, so it was only a first step, but it was an important one. She managed to roll off the bed and onto her feet. Her legs were a little wobbly after her exertions and it took her a moment to steady herself. Ever so carefully she walked to the bedroom door and peered out. Suzanne sat on the couch staring at herself in a hand mirror and applying makeup with the other. A music video of some sort was playing loudly on the television and Suzanne was singing along with it. Jasmine was momentarily taken aback when she saw Roger Paulson's inert form lying next to the couch. The shattered pieces of what appeared to be a vase were scattered around his head. Was he dead? Jasmine wondered. She would have to worry about him later though. Right known her own safety was her priority. She moved back into the bedroom and began looking around for something she could possibly use to help her get free of her bonds. As she scanned the room, she suddenly noticed something. There was a telephone in the room! She could call for help! The phone was on a desk next to the bed, but unfortunately for Jasmine, it was hard for her to get at with her hands tied behind her back. Thinking for a moment, she rolled back onto the bed and maneuvered herself into a position so that, with the utmost dexterity, she was able to remove the receiver from the cradle with her feet. She arched foot to dial those three magical numbers, 9-1-1. "You little brat! What do you think you're doing?!" Suzanne yelled as she hurried over to hang up the telephone receiver. As she did however, Jasmine lashed out with her feet and struck Suzanne solidly in the hip.

Caught off balance by the blow, Suzanne toppled over and struck her head against a nearby dresser. "Ohhhhhh. . ." She moaned, momentarily stunned by the impact. Jasmine quickly rolled off the bed and onto her feet. At once she bolted into the other room and raced to the entrance. Turning her back to the door, she tried to turn the knob. It was locked. She was able to twist the lock in the door handle and tried again. The door was still locked. The dead bolt! There was no way she could get to it. It was set to high on the door for her to reach it with her bound hands. She would have to think of something else. Suzanne came out of the bedroom. A look of rage was on her face. She came straight at Jasmine who wisely dodged out of the way and ran behind the couch in the center of the room. There was now at least a buffer between her and Suzanne, but how long could she keep the older girl at bay? "You are dead meat!" Suzanne spat. The two girls performed an odd dance as they circled one way then the other around the couch. Finally, Suzanne started climbing onto the couch and as Jasmine attempted to dodge her, she tried to make a flying tackle. Her body missed Jasmine's, who scurried away, but with her outstretched hand, she managed to grab the back of the girl's ankle and trip her up. Jasmine, her hands tied behind her back, was not able to stabilize herself and she fell to the ground. In an instant, Suzanne was upon her. The two girls struggled and although Jasmine did not have the use of her hands, she was using her feet and legs very effectively to prevent her opponent from overcoming her. Unfortunately for her, as the struggle continued, the front door opened and Gail Wainright entered. "What the. . .?!" she exclaimed in shock dropping what she had in her hands. At once she hurried over to aid her daughter, and quickly they overcame Jasmine's resistance, for she was no match for the two of them. In the twinkling of an eye, her feet were once again bound and she was thrown roughly on to the couch. She had missed her opportunity to escape and once again, she was helpless in the clutches of the demented Wainrights. . . Gail Wainright was furious. "You Idiot!" She yelled at her daughter. "I told you to watch her. What happened?" "I had to do my makeup and my nails." Suzanne said defiantly. "I swear, sometimes you are as incompetent as your father. Right now I want you to go into the bathroom and run a bath. Do you think you can handle that?" Suzanne gave her mother a contemptuous look. "I don't want to take a bath, mother." "Just do as I say! Now!" Suzanne turned and went into the bathroom. Jasmine heard the water being turned on. Gail turned her attention to Jasmine. "Well, you're quite the little spitfire aren't you? It's too bad you won't get a chance to leave this room alive." Jasmine drew back at these words. She realized that Gail was not playing with a full deck, but now she was talking about murder, and worse, she was referring to Jasmine when she did. "In about 30 minutes from now, your sister and some of the other girls are scheduled to take a shopping tour. I managed to find out what van they'll be taking and I've taken the liberty of draining the brake fluid from it. With the incline of the road leading up to the hotel, I can almost guarantee a successful crash. Another 'unfortunate' accident." "Mmmmmmm." Jasmine growled angrily through her gag. "As for you my dear, I'm just going to drop you in the bathtub all trussed up like you are until. . . well, you know. Anyway later tonight we'll drop your body in the hotel swimming pool. It will look like you drowned. So sad." Once again, Jasmine fought to free herself, but in vain. She had to think of something fast. The distant sound of running water coming from the bathroom suddenly sounded like an earthquake to her. Gail busied herself picking up the package she had dropped and otherwise acting like there was nothing unusual going on in the room. Jasmine couldn't believe it. A few minutes later, Suzanne came out of the bathroom. "You're bath is ready, mother." She said lifelessly. "Okay. This is it." She sounded almost cheery when she spoke. She scooped up Jasmine who kicked and squirmed trying to escape the woman's grasp. "It's the end of the line for you, Miss Detective." She laughed crazily. She laughed until suddenly there was a loud, insistent knock at the door. The room instantly fell silent. "Police! Open up!" came a voice from the other side of the door. Jasmine couldn't believe it. Either could Gail. "Suzanne, darling, did something happen while I was gone that you didn't tell me about?" "Oh yeah," said Suzanne flippantly, "She tried to call someone on the telephone. I guess it must have been the police." Gail stared at her, mouth agape, dumbfounded, nothing to say, a condition that was extremely rare for her. She needed a few minutes, she could stash Jasmine in the closet and hope they didn't find her. She noticed the door handle turning however. Oh Drat! She'd forgotten to lock the door when she came in. She had been so occupied trying to subdue Jasmine that she completely neglected it. (Author's Note: this particular hotel has doors that do not lock automatically when closed so don't email me about it.) The door opened and two uniformed police officers entered the room, guns drawn. Gail was caught flat-footed holding the bound and gagged Jasmine in her arms. "Police!" shouted one of the men. "Put the girl down!" relief flooded through Jasmine. "Officer, this isn't what it looks like. I can explain everything." "Put the girl down!" Gail lowered Jasmine to the ground, but at the last second she grabbed her around the neck and produced a pistol from her pocket pointing it at Jasmine. "All right, nobody move or the girl gets it." "Give it up, lady." "Back off, cops. I'm not kidding. Put down your guns." "You've been watching too much TV, lady. We never put down our guns." "Rats." "Come on, give it up." "Hah! Come on, Suzanne we're getting out of here." This was getting ridiculous Jasmine thought to herself. She had to do something herself to break the stalemate. Thinking quickly, she let herself go limp in Gail's arms. The woman, caught off guard, instinctively shifted her grip to support Jasmine's weight. In doing so however, she lowered her head slightly behind Jasmine's. Sensing this, Jasmine snapped her head back slamming it as hard as she could into Gail's face. Gail cried out in pain, dropping the gun and reaching for her suddenly bloody nose with both hands. Before she could recover, one of the cops had grabbed her and was putting the cuffs on her. Jasmine hopped over to the other officer who quickly untied the scarves that had held her prisoner and pulled the gag from her mouth. "That was a very brave thing you did there, kid." "I had to do something. How did you find me? I didn't think they heard when I called the police." "We always trace any call that comes in to our 9-1-1 center and send officers to investigate. We figure if some calls and doesn't say anything there's probably some kind of trouble." "There sure was. I was. . . Oh no!" "What is it?" "The girls. I have to warn them not to get on that bus." "What bus?" "Come on." Jasmine exclaimed and she raced from the room where Gail and Suzanne Wainright were being taken into custody. Two days later, Jasmine and Juliet were in their room packing their bags. "I can't believe they canceled the pageant." Jasmine said. "They didn't cancel it," responded Juliet. "They just postponed it for a few months. It's only fair really. At least they let us stay the rest of the week and you got a nice reward too." "Yes, but you were a shoo in to win." "Awww you're sweet. The really important thing is that you're alright and that awful Gail and Suzanne Wainright are going to jail. I can't believe they wanted to win so much they were willing to actually hurt the other contestants." "Well if you had gone through the same thing I just did, you'd believe it." "Oh you poor thing. Tell me something, how is it you manage to always get into trouble wherever you go?" "I can't help it if I'm curious by nature. But don't worry, this is the last mystery I will ever try to solve." "Jasmine, you know you can't lie to your sister." "We'll maybe it will be my next to last mystery." 

I would like you to know, I think I might see the reason for your concern ..... it is not in my place to judge, still, the last story or two just MAY have drifted off the mark from -gentle- stories of childhood / adolescent tie up games. 

Rick, may I please encourage you to stick around. Continue to politely voice your concerns. As Canuck says, we here are to kindly police ourselves. If we all will please make efforts to -not- flame at each other, I believe we CAN adhere to Canuck's Rules for this cool forum. 

I wish also to say two more kind things to you, Rick, if that is okay ? 

Numero Uno, you, and everyone here, -should- not hesitate to help keep our enthusiasms for telling about tie-up games in our childhood and adolescence constrained by Canuck's good Rules. 

Finally, please Rick, if some of the participants here aren't going to DO that (Numero Uno), hey, concentrate on those of us here who WILL accept helpful and non-flaming critiques. Why let those of us here who might not even realize they are going overboard spoil things for you or anyone else ?? 

Let's communicate openly with each other and NOT take -too- personally when someone either Flames madly at us OR compromises Canuck's reasonable Rules for us here. 

I guess what I'm encouraging you to do, Rick, is to stick around. It's been really gracious of PH and Dorain and others to welcome me here. Hey, this would not be the Great Homeland it is if we weren't able to communicate peacefully with each other to achieve a positive end, would it ?? No, we don't have to always agree with each other. But since this -is- Canuck's forum, we -should- make efforts to keep within his Rules. 

There is just this much more for me to say: again, if -I- am judgemental or overbearing or offending or inappropriate with anything -I've- just said, I apologize to you Rick, and to all Canuck's Forum participants. 

Hey, Merry Christmas, all !! And if you want ..... and if it is ok by Canuck to say so ..... do you wanna go to OperationDearAbby.net (you States people anyway ?) ?? 

Thank you all, for allowing me to speak up. I'm dismounting my soapbox now. Me thinks I need a nice girl to GAG me sometimes - what do -you- think ?? (smile)

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Ishmael

You mentioned the possibility of youngsters making their own ball-gag at home. 

I suppose you were commenting on my earlier statement that we don't see many gags of that sort in stories where kids are playing. 

What I meant was that in most tie-up games played by kids/young teenagers the use of what we may call "bondage-gear" is not very frequent. Neither are techniques of a more sexual nature such as crotch-ropes or upper-body harnessess that enhance the female bussom. 

I don't rule out the possibility of kids "inventing" ball-gags even if they never have seen one before. I know that me and my friends were very inventive as kids and always tried to better both our tying-techniques and gags. 

When it comes to tying-techniques of sexual nature, my view is that there is a line we cross over somewhere in our early teens. This line is usually called "puberty" and what happens to those of us interested in bondage as adults, is that what used to be tie-up games become tie-up games with sexuality mixed in to them. 

I don't mean to say that fourteen years old suddenly start to practise sexual bondage on each other, my point is that for every five or ten kids that play tie-up games, one progress to be interested in bondage as an adult. 

Therefore, the sexual orientated feelings one kid may have from tying or being tied by his/her friends, may still be just a game for the other. 

When it comes to re-telling stories from your childhood, the adult interested in bondage may project sexual feelings on a situation that otherwise is non-sexual. 

Weather stories with flagrant sexual content should be allowed on this forum is totally up to our host. We, as readers and posters, can only air our views.

I agree with PH 
I think that this site is not intended for sexual things. But then again a few might wouldnt make a difference. If we should include sexual tie up things then a different "Forum" should be created or a notice before each story should be put up on this site. 

I just wanted to state my opinion.

Later that night after Nicole got scolded by her mother for her part in “kidnapping” Katrina, we were all sitting in Nicole’s room thinking of ways to get the boys back. Luckily for us, her mom was going out again the next day, so we didn’t want to waste any time trying to capture the boys as well as Katrina. The plan was to use Katrina as bait to catch the rest of them. My parents & brothers were still out of town, but I still had a key. We decided to lure Katrina over there & use my house for our prisoners. 

“What are we going to say to her Nicole?” I asked 

“I’ve got it. I’ll go tell her that Staci & me have captured you & I want her to help us tickle you.” 

“Ok. I guess so. But what about the boys?” 

“We’ll deal with that later. You two go over there & wait for us” 

Nicole then went downstairs to talk with Katrina as me & Staci went over to my house. I found my key & let myself in the side door to the garage as Staci followed behind me. I quickly gathered rope from the basement & found some rags. I had Staci watch out the front window for Nicole & Katrina. In about five minutes & heard Staci shout. 

“They’re coming Angie!” 

“Good, now I’m going to sit on the couch & pretend I’m tied up & I’m your prisoner. When Katrina enters the room, we’ll grab her. Ok?” 

Staci started to giggle as I gagged myself with a rag, making it look real. I then sat on the couch & put my hands behind my back, pretending to be tied up. Soon the door opened & Nicole & Katrina walked in. 

“There, you see. Angie is our prisoner. You can tickle her if you want.” 

Katrina moved toward me, but I lunged for her at the same time Nicole did. Katrina was surprised, but didn’t put up much of a fight. Nicole pinned her down & pulled her hands behind her back & then tied them. I took a rag & quickly cleave gagged the young girl. Staci only stood & watched as we rolled Katrina over & tied her feet. 

“Now Katrina,” Nicole said “You’re going to phone your brother Derek & get him over here.” 

Katrina nodded her head no. 

“You better do it, or this will happen to you.” 

I quickly tickled her toes, as she was only wearing flip-flops, so she was an easy target. Katrina squealed into her gag & thrashed as I worked her toes for a few minutes. 

“Are you going to cooperate?” 

Katrina then nodded her head yes. Nicole phoned her house & I pulled the gag from Katrina’s mouth. We warned her about tricking them, that tickling would be her punishment. She agreed & quickly was talking to her brother. She got him to come over & join the fun of tickling me, only he was walking into a trap! I quickly re-gagged Katrina & myself as Nicole & Staci waited for Derek at the back door. Again I pretended to be tied up as pretty soon there was a knock at the door. Nicole answered it & let Derek in. 

“Hey! What have you done with my sister!” he shouted as he rushed to untie her, but he never made it. I lunged for him from the front. Nicole & Staci grabbed him from behind & pinned him down. Nicole had a gag tied in his mouth before he could utter another protest. With Staci & me holding his body & legs, Nicole quickly tied his hands behind his back. Then she tied his ankles together, but not before taking off his sneakers. I then removed the gag from my mouth. 

“Let’s hog tie him!” I said as I gave Nicole more rope. Derek could only grunt as I started to tickle his feet. 

“Ticklish are we?” I said as I was enjoying getting one of the tormentors back. Soon Derek was tied in a hog tie. 

“I know my brother & Mark will be over any second now, we have to be ready.” 

I could only hope that we could capture both without them escaping. Nicole said she could take her brother alone, which left Mark for Staci & me. 

Nicole looked out the window & let us know that she saw Jimmy running, right behind him was Mark. Nicole opened the door & made a face to her brother. Jimmy & Mark took off after her through the house. She led them into the living room where Staci & me jumped Mark. Nicole caught her brother & held him down as well. 

“Well brother dear, looks like we got the best of you this time!” Nicole said as she cleave gagged her brother with a rag. She looked over at us. We had already gagged Mark & we were tying his hands behind him. As soon as we finished with his hands, Staci tied his feet as I helped Nicole tie up Jimmy. We then made sure the boys were barefoot, before we put them in hog-ties. The boys, as well as Katrina struggled & mmmppphed beside each other, but they were now the victims & we were going to enjoy every minute of it! 
For about ten minutes, Nicole, Staci & I raked the feet of Jimmy, Mark, Derek & Katrina. We all laughed at the sight of them getting it finally, but the laughter stopped when I heard my front door open. It was Tim! He had drove separately & came back early. 

“Angela, what is going on here? You know you’re not supposed to be here alone. Untie them at once, before I make you join them.” 

I was red faced! I could not get a break. Just as were having the most fun, my big brother had to spoil it. We untied them & they went running. Probably back to Nicole’s house. They made faces at us as they left. Tim said he was going to punish me & my friends for breaking the rules. (I could only guess what that meant). But Nicole suggested in finding something to use against him, sort of like blackmail. We would find that something sooner than we thought, but it would lead to another session in ropes for us girls! 
 

Like I said before, I’ll try & post this late Saturday or Sunday. 
 

btw ... Ever hear of a Helen Reddy (yes, I am -that- old !) song titled "Angie Baby" ? 

:)

i baby sat for a friend down the street. she had one kid who was slightly over 12. Bryan (as his name was) usually hung out with Andrew and the two were friends since kindergarden. this actually involves myself, hey I'm Julie - 18, a high school student, and my childhood friend Tom. Tom and I were best friends since, well as long as our parents had been friends. In English about 15 years :) 

I'll set this story up for you quickly since it really is kinda short. like all kids around 12 and under, Bryan and Andrew usually got together with they're friends and played gun games. you know, cops and robbers n stuff like that. well one day while Tom and I were sitting them (we all got along very well) they went into one of they're gun game modes and when outside to play. we'll Tom and I really didnt care so we just went about our own business...of course watching them from time to time. Tom and I watched TV and occasionally witnessed Drew shooting Bryan and he would fall to the ground...then the other way around and Andrew would get shot. 

Well after a half hour of that they seemed to get bored and came back inside to join Tom and I watching TV. "Tired of death kids" Tom joked to them. "Yeah kinda". It was just a lazy Saturday and the 4 of us were just kinda tired, Tom and I were sprawled out on the couch, the kids on the floor as we flipped between Simpsons and Crocodile Hunter. We'll the kids were less than impressed and again started running around the house shooting each other. Bryan's mom had told them no gun play in the house but kids are kids! "Guys, Hey...you know the rules, you can't run in here". "OH Yeah!" Bryan challenged, "Just try and stop us". "Your goners" I yelled as i picked up another gun and started to hunt them down. Tom joined me and we chased the kids around the house. Into corners and around the stairs we went for a good 10 minutes or so. Not until we got upstairs Tom and I had them cornered. "Got yeah now punks, your under arrest!" I yelled. "Well are you gonna tie us up?" Andrew asked. "No, why would we do that?" I said. "We'll you caught us so now you get to tie us up. then after we are fried or after we untie ourselves then Bryan and I get to tie you guys up". I just looked at Tom. "Whatever" Tom said as Bryan informed us "there is some string downstairs in the kitchen". "You grab it Jules" Tom told me. I'll watch these punks. 

I ran down to the kitchen and grabbed both the string from the drawer and some sissors. Once i got back upstairs Tom had collected the kids guns. "Ok, now how do we do this?" I asked the kids, who obviously had more experience at this than I did. 

"Why don't you tie us back to back?" Bryan conjectured. "Yeah why not" Tom added, he and I obviously werent exactly sure what we were doing. "We'll sit back to back then you guys can try and tie us up" Andrew instructed Tom and I. "Alright Jules, you heard the man" Tom joked at me as the boys sat down with their backs together. 

Not knowing exactly how to procede, I took the rope and started wrapping the two of them together with the assistance of Thomas. Starting at their shoulders we wrapped them down to their stomachs and securly pinned their arms to their sides. "Hows that?" I asked my prisoners. Andrew and Bryan squirmed a bit "Thats alright" Bryan commented, "Now give us time to escape". With that, Tom and I sat down in the corner and pretended not to be watching them, you know...to give them time to escape 

Even though we were 'not watching', Tom and I still peaked out of the corners of our eyes to see how they were doing. They squirmed together back and forth against they're ropes...and it looked like they were making progress...so much in fact they had almost wiggled out from undernieth the ropes. Tom and I had obviously made it too easy for them. Another minute and sure enough they were free. "Haha, you call that a tie! Bryan joked, "Andrew and I will show you how to do it, its your turn". Andrew and Bryan raced to their guns and grabbed them before Tom and I could react. "Looks like the tables have turned huh Julie and Tom" Bryan said with an evil laugh. 

"It can't be that bad Jules" Tom assured me. "They're just kids anyway" I laughed. "Yeah yeah you just watch" said Andrew. "Where do you want us to go?" - "Downstairs to the kitchen" Andrew told us and pointed to a spot in front of the kitchen table between the counter and the sliding glass door to the backyard. I put my hand on my hips and Tom and I stood where we were told. "We'll if they tie anything like we did this should be a sinsh" Tom joked. "Don't be so sure" Bryan barked. "Ok guys, stand back to back". Tom and I kind of surprised (well not really) but anyway we stood back to back. "Does it matter that Tom is taller than me" I asked. He Was 5"7 I was about 5"5. "Not a bit" Bryan assured me and he and Bryan began to make little cuts of the string. "Have I always been this tall on you Jules?" Tom jectured. "haha lets see" I said as I got up on my toes and stood with the back of my head to his. "Your not that tall" I joked. "Ok guys thats enough" Bryan told us. "Now place your wrists together please". 'OOoops' I said to myself. Thats something Tom and I totally did not consider. 
Tom and I placed our wrists together, standing they still came down to the same level by our wastes. Though my wrists were much smaller than Tom it really didn't make that much of a difference. Though at the time I couldn't believe how small my arms were. They tied my right wrist to Tom's left, very securely I might add. Wrapping the string around us several times, before looping it off and tying it with a knot. "Hows that?" Bryan asked. Tom and I swung our tightly attached arms and even tried to pull away from each other but the string held tight, keeping us together. "Damn thats good, but how did you do that?" I asked. the two only laughed at me before Drew Replied "If you had only tied Bryan and I this way we wouldnt have been able to get away so easily!". Tom and I looked at each other over our shoulders as to say 'man we blew it'. "Hey you two, were not done yet" Bryan darted as Tom and I corrected ourselves and once again stood with our backs together, and one of our arms tied to each others. 

The boys then proceded to tie our other hands together by our wrists and secured them as tight as our wrists on the other side. "Thats good" Andrew said. "Ok guys now you have to give us time to escape" Tom told the boys. "Yeah but were not done yet" Bryan commented. "What?" I asked, "our arms are tied of coure your done... now let us try to escape". "One more thing" Andrew commented. The two of the boys then took one of the larger pieces of string and wrapped it around me at my hips and wrapped it around Thomas as well. "Oh my god" I said as the rope pulled me and Tom closer to each other, leaving no gap between our backs. We were firmly pressed together. The boys continued to wrap it around and around us a good 10 or so times until we were totally immoble and Tom and I were stuck together with our wrists tied at our sides, dangling there wrapped in rope. 

"Almost done" the boys assured us as I pressed my head back against Tom's Neck. They unraveled one more long string of rope and cut it with the sissors. Tom and I looked at each of our arms and tried to figure a way out. Such a simple tie but it kept us secured to each other. 

With the last cut of string, Bryan and Andrew wrapped it around my chest and right around to Tom's. When they pulled the rope tight, it secured the disks in my bad right into Tom's as the two of us squirmed to get comfortable. It was hard considering that we were pressed very tightly together. "And that should do it" said Drew and he secured the knot". Upon stepping back to admire they're work, Tom and I began swinging our arms to see what leverage we could get, there was none. My colder arms pressed tightly against his warmer, bigger arms right up to our bicepts. "Alright guys, thats it...good luck" said the boys as they dropped they're matterials, grabbed there guns and walked away knowing they had Tom and I completely fooled. 

After reading some of the other ties on this site, i have to wonder how you guys ever got away...considering Tom and I were held so effectively with what semmed like an effective tie. "Your hair is tickling my neck" Tom joked over his shoulder. I looked over my shoulder back at him and said "well its your fault for being tall". He laughed as we then took on the bigger problem of being so well tied that we couldnt even move. 

I tried moving my hands one way to untie my other arm, but with Tom tied to me, we could not attain any stretch to reach our tie. We also tried moving our arms behind our backs but we were tied so tightly back to back, that our backs were unable to create room between them for our hands. It was so easy yet so hard. we were tied up with nothing but string, but because we had nothing to cut it with and no space between each other to untie the knot, we were simply stuck. "God this is so frustrating!" I grunted. "what being tied up by 12 year olds?" Tom replied. "No, being so well tied together by freaking string!" 

"How about this" Tom asked, he tried grabbing one of the string ends that dangled by our wrists in his fingures and pressing his fingeres to mine in the hopes our fingeres could untie the ropes themselves. However, since we had the worst co-ordination between us, it didnt work. Again I rested my head to his and we gave struggling a break. "At 'east we can still walk, wanna crawl over to the cabinet and get the sissors?" Tom asked. "Duh!" I said to myself, why didnt we think of that before. Anyway, so we shuffled in my forward direction and made our way to the cabinet. seeming we could not untie ourselves in the position we were in, it only makes sence to cut them. 

"Hey lean back a bit" I told Tom so I could look into the droor to look for the sissors. "There they are" I said. We lifted our attached arms to the sissors, grabbed them and removed them from they're place. It took a lot of work, twisting the ropes and the sissors enough to get them in a position where we wcould cut the rope without cutting ourselves...again I had much smaller arms then Tom and we were still tied together very tightly. But it did work, we cut through the small rope around our wrists, eventually our arms and then untied each other. 

"See nothing to it" I said, smiling at Thomas as we went to find the boys. They were definetely suprised to see us as they explained later that non of they're friends had managed to escape that tie. Tom and I just smiled at each other. It was our little secret. 

Thats my story, 1 of 2. Tom and I actually joined Bryan, Drew and they're friends a few months later in one of they're tie up games...but thats for anothe time. 
 

Well, then, farewell. I will hold no ill will, neither will I hold any grudges. In throwing me out Canuck and the rest of you have only dispensed with a true Friend. Hey, peace to you all. And again, no ill will or grudges of *any* kind held. 

I forgive you, Canuck. Goodbye, and good will to you ALL.

I related to my previous post where I said "ball-gags are not so likely to appear in a tie-up game by kids". I further talked about how I found it not so proper to have sexual tie-up techniques such as crotch-ropes etc. in a story supposedly about tie-up games. 

I will repeat myself: 

I think it very likely that a kid would invent a ball-gag. As I said, when I was a teenager, me and my friends always tried to invent both new gags and tie-up techniques. Some of them, wich we thought we had invented ourselves, I know today are common when it comes to bondage. 

As example I can mention the use of a rather small rubber-ball wrapped in a piece of cloth, a sock wrapped around a bandana, creating a sort of cloth ball-gag, or one of these juggler's balls where a piece of string is passed through it. 

The important thing for us was to have an effective gag that blocked as much sound as possible, and that was easy to put on and hard to spit out. 

Our host asked for more stories, I will humour him by posting a short story from when I was about thirteen. Let me add that this story includes the dangers of leaving your prisoner bound and gagged for a longer perioud of time and by doing so, you get one angry friend...

Our host, called Pete, lived on an old farm together with his sister Frida and his parents. Pete suggested that we should play his version of cowboys and indians, where two teams would fight each other and try to capture each other's treasure, a game I hade played before. I understood it would have tie-up opportunities in it and thought the idea great. 

The game was to be played between the cowboys: me, John and Frida against Pete and two of his older cousins as the indians. Our treasure was a little glass-diamond that we hid in the forest. The indians had their camp in an old barn, used only to store hay, we had ours in a tree-house in the woods. 

The game started and we set out trying to avoid being captured. I ran with Frida behind the barn while John tried to sneak inside and spy on the indians. 

While we were in the woods behind the barn, John was captured by Pete's two cousins. He was taken to a storage room in the cellar of the barn where he was made to take off his sneakers and socks and was hog-tied on the cold cement floor and gagged. The two cousins left him there to be interrogated later, locking the door and leaving John hog-tied and helpless in a dark storage room. 

About an hour later Frida and me were ambushed by the three indians. At gunpoint, or rather at stickpoint as they used sticks as spears, we had to surrender. They made us take off our shoes and socks and tied our hands behind our backs. We were then marched back to the barn, barefoot and tied. 

In the barn they quickly tied us sitting with our backs to wooden posts that held the cieling up. Our bare feet were tied and fastened on top of a big wooden post that lay on the floor. 

At this point, Pete's Mom came in to the barn and told the two cousins to go home, their parents wanted them to do some chores. They left and we were alone with Pete, our captor. 
To get us to tell the hiding-place of the treasure he tickled our feet, using his fingers and some straws of hay. I had been tickled before several times and tried to keep as calm as I could. Frida, who was extremely ticklish, trashed, screamed and giggled helplessly. Pete knew exactly where to and how to tickle his tied up sister. Soon she had revealed the hiding place. 

Pete released us from the posts and marched us to a back-room where we were hog-tied and gagged. He left us there to struggle for an hour before he released us. We went back into the woods to get our sneakers and to look for John. The cousins had not told Pete that John was hog-tied in the cellar. 

We searched for about an hour before Frida heard faint mumbling noices from the cellar door. Inside we found John on the floor, hog-tied and gagged. When he was un-tied he was fuming with anger and had deep rope-burns on his wrists and ankles. He had no feeling in his fingers for about five minutes after being released. 

He was very angry with Pete and his cousins, but that mellowed down after a while and we played more later that spring.

However, this story seems to have been edited out of the August archive, and I was wondering why. 

It wasn't that bad was it?

WHen I was a young boyI used to play with a girl down the street named Debbie (not her real name)Debbie had sandy brown/blonde hair that she wore cut in a short bob and looked really cute. we'd often play tie up games, often pretending to be detectives or kidnap victims or something like that. SInce we both liked beind tied up one of us would always tie the other up then him or herself. We never had a third party join in to capture us both, there weren't too many other children our age in the neighborhood, until that time we met Sue. 

SUe had just moved into the house across the street that summer and she and Debbie became good friends almost instantly. Sue was an Asian american girl with long straight black hair that went almost to her waist and was quite striking to look at. It wasn't long before we introduced her to our little tie up games. We'd tie her up sometimes with us and she seemed to enjoy it but seemed to enjoy it more when she did the tying,(She seemed to enjoy playing the villainess more than the heroine.)so one day we approached her with the idea of her being the captor and us being kidnapped. 

It was two days before Sue could put her sinister plan into effect. I was over at Debbie's and we were both in our swimsuits (Debbie wore a two piece suit with a plaid design and I was in a pair of blue swim trunks) running under the sprinklers. It was a bout a half an hour that we noticed Sue standing at the corner of the yard. She was dressed in a blue tank top and white gym shorts with her hair pulled back and tied in a pony tail, looking rather sinister. In her left hand she held a bag and in the right a cap pistol. 

"put up your hands, both of you!" she said ina low menacing growl. Tentatively we obeyed. Montioning with the cap gun she waved us both into the wooded area between her and Debbies house, I could see that Debbie was every bit as excited as I felt. When we were hidden from sight we were both told to stop. 
"You are both my prisoners!" said Sue sounding very sinister. "And will remain so until I decide otherwise!" 

With that, she grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back, binding them tightly together with rope from her bag. More rope was tied around my arms and my chest with the ends tied around my hands pulling them up. 
"THat should hold you, now to your girlfriend." 
Debbie's hands were tied in front of her and rope tied around her torso, rather loosely. She kept on end of the rope around her hands to use as a lead. 
After binding us we were gagged with knotted scarves. 
"Wait till you see what I have in store for you two lovebirds" she teased as she tickled me in the stomach. 

Our captor led us to her house and into the basement. SUe's parents worked during the day and we had the house to ourselves for the whole afternoon. Down in the dim gloomy basement was a furnace, a stairway a support beam and a box like object covered with a sheet. Debbie and I looked at each other apprehensivley and then at the box. Tying Debbie's hands to the stairway bannister Sue ordered me to sit on the floor. I had no choice but to obey. Sue then tightly bound my legs together at the thighs and the ankles. Then I was forced to my knees and hogtied. Then Sue went to the box and removed the sheet, revealing a cage, a large dog cage with a cushion on the floor, it was big enough to hold a great dane, or a boy. 
My eyes must have widened upon seeing this because Sue laughed and tickled me some more. 
"That's right sweetie." she said. "the cage is for you! Now get inside like a good boy." 
I hadn't much choice in the matter as she dragged me across the floor and finally worked me into the cage where I was facing the room. I saw Debbie still tied to the bannister. 
"Now my pet" said Sue, playing the villainess role for all it was worth, "you can watch me as I bind your girlfriend! YOu're both mine now! Escape is impossible!" 
To emphasize her point, she closed the cage door and locked it with a big heavy padlock. Even if I could get free of the ropes, there was no way out of the cage. I trembled with excitement as I realized how helpless I was. I could see that Debbie was trembling too, as Sue untied her hands and led her at cap pistol point, to the support post. Standing her up against it, Sue proceeded to retie Debbies hands behind her and the post. Then more rope was passed around her body starting at her shoulders and ending at her feet, all the time Debbie was suggested to teasing comments and tickling. Finally she triumphantly surveyed her evil work. 
"Well well well! I have two prisoners in my dungeon!" she laughed. "Give up all hope of escaping! You are both in my power!" 

Walking over to the cage she looked in and continued her role, "you will both be bound her until midnight, after which I will sell you both to pirates!" SHe had a real flair for the dramatic. "And there's NOTHING you can do about it." 

Before going upstairs, she hung the key to the cage on a string and hung it around Debbie's neck. "Just to be fair, if you manage to get free, you can rescue your boyfriend. But you won't get free." and with that she gave an evil laugh and went back upstairs, leaving us to languish in her hellish captivity.

Well, I wish I could say we managed to get free but we couldn't. Sue tied us very well. I could see Debbie trying to struggle but the way she was tied to the post made it impossible to even move. I was in an even tighter spot, not only tightly hogtied, but locked up in a cage as well. The key to the lock hung around Debbie's neck and every once in a while I'd look at it longingly. Sue really knew her business when it came to tying us. We couldn't move or even communicate. We were both utterly helpless trapped on a hot day watching the shadows in our gloomy basement prison. 

Every once in a while, our captor would come down to check on us to make sure we were still her prisoners. SHe'd tease and mock us while we struggled against the unrelenting ropes that held us until finally, around five o clock (I think , time had lost all meaning to us) she released us, because her parents were coming home soon. 

"You two will have to resume your captivity some other time." said Sue. And we did later on, many times, but they were never as exciting as the first time we spent in her clutches.
 

the background story to is merely this ... i had this friend, Robin, and we were talking one day about things we would like certain guys we like to do to us. amd somehow the conversation got around to a fantisy i had about being kidnapped and held captive by a really cute guy in our class. when she asked me about why i would want that to happen i had to confess to my interest in that kind of thing ... the rest of the conversation went kinda like this 
she kinda said do you really know that you would like that from experince? 
i basically replied that i have never been tied but always found it appealing 
she asked ... how could you find that appealing 
i then confessed to my interest by movies, tv, and certain stories i read ... and always wondered what it would be like 
she replied ... its alright but nothing to write home about 
i was taken back by the comment and ask her what she ment 
she then told me about how she got involved in those kinda things by a relative that wanted other things ... as we talked about it i couldnt help but still remain interested in it even with what she went through ..... 
sometime after that the conversation came up again and she basically offered to kidnap me if i seriously wanted to do it ... so that i could know first hand what it was like and "get it out of my system". 
with that she had me agree to three things .... 1)i have to obey her completely while she was setting up the scene and not struggle till she was done securing me ... 2)she had the right to keep me as long as she wants unless i escape ... 3)no one was to be told about it ever ... even if i dont like it after ... i agreed to these things, signed the agreement on paper and she then said that she would start it sometime when i wasnt expecting it. 
we lived next door to each other so at any time she could come ove to my house and start the game. 
it did not start until about a week later ... it was a friday night ... my parents were asleep and at the time so was i .... that is until i felt someone on top of me ... it was Robin. 
she put her hand over my mouth and said,"its time, and your last chance to back out" 
i was so excited at that moment that i just went along wth it ... she got off me and told me to stand up and face the other way 
i asked her to let me get dressed cuz i was only wearing my night clothes ( that being my underpants and a t-shirt top) 
she said no kidnapper would care what i wore and i wouldnt get to change if it was real anyway. 
so i turned and faced away from her and i felt her tie my wrists behind my back ... it was tighter than i thought she would tie it ... and she whispered," this is a tie i had to deal with, i got to learn it well" 
next she took more rope out of a bag she had on the floor and tied my arms just above my elbows, pulling them together. 
it was then that i realized that she was really gonna tie me extermely snug .. and a wave of fear like a shiver ran down my spine ... though scared i wanted more ... but i started to beg her not to tie me so 
she replied," how i tie you is my business, now i want you to be quiet" 
with that i got a gag .... it was basically a rubber ball secured to a dog collar ... she told me as she fixed it tight behind my head ... this is like the gags i had to be silenced with .... it was pulled so snug that the strap pulled my mouth back ... and the ball was large enough to prevent all but the smallest mummphs ... i knew i was in for it then ... i just did not know what all was about to happen. 
she then took me by the arm and began to guide me downstairs and out through the back door. on her way out she left a note for my parents saying i went to her house ... which ment my parents would not be concerned come morning. 
i noticed that the clock was a bit after midnight and with what they do on sat it wouldnt be until 6pm til they would wonder about me ... oh my god .... 18 hours ... i have to admit to a bit of a sinking feeling at that moment cuz i did not think she would want it to last that long!!!! 
but with there being nothing i could do i just had to go with it to see what was next.....

That makes me wonder: when did everyone around here "discovered" the hogtie? And how? And what time did you think it was your sole invention for? Were you disappointed when you finally learnt the truth about its popularity? 

Glad I understood you correctly. I agree with you, I think there are many of us who have "invented" tie-ups that already existed. It is probably the result of a search we have for the ultimate tie-up, non-escapable and with as little moving ability for the bound party as possible. 

I think "inventing" different styles of tie-ups as a kid is also a way to explore one's own taste in bondage. 

I did actually tell about how I got to know the hog-tie as a kid in one of my stories posted about 2-3 years ago, can't remember exactly when. 

It was my friend Joe who started by tying one of the girls, Sarah or Jenny, with a rope going from the ankles up to the rope encircling her upper body. The rope was tightened so the legs were bent at the knees and the feet ended up with the heels touching her buttocks. 

In our case, this was of course made to make it easier to tickle the feet of the victim, as that was what we liked to do the most. 

Later the real hog-tie, (rope from bound hands to feet), was used. At first we didn't know if such a rope would hurt the hands or not, but soon found out that if it was applied correctly, it was OK. 

One thing we did also learn was that girls are much more flexible than us guys. Both girls could easily be hog-tied so tightly that their fingers touched their ankles, but for us, a hog-tie that tight would be very uncomfortable. We usually made the rope between hands and feet about 30 cms, (10+ inches). 

I can't really remember if our invention of the hog-tie came from nowhere, but I do remember seing a hog-tie in a movie from around that time. I also remember a scene from the movie "Papillon", where a guy is hog-tied with chains. 
 

I had my email wrong the first time.

“Are you sure about this Nicole?” 

“Yes, come on. You said that Jeff is downstairs working out” 

“I know you would like to see that wouldn’t you?” 

Nicole just gave me a smile & headed upstairs. We tiptoed to Tim’s room & opened the door. We went inside & I quietly closed the door. 

“I don’t know where to start Nicole” 

“Look in his closet, I’ll look in these drawers.” 

I looked over in the closet & after a few minutes, I found a stack of magazines. Thumbing through them, I suddenly stopped. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. 

“Nicole! Look at this!” 

Nicole walked over to the closet & I showed her the magazines. Tim had a big collection of bondage magazines! On the covers were women bound & gagged in various states. Nicole covered her mouth & started to laugh. 

“Do you believe this Nic?” 

“Wow Angie, this is perfect to use against him. Here lets take them to your room & hide them.” 

“My brother, the bondage freak! “ I said as I put the magazines back down 

“Let me see if the coast is clear first” 

I went to the door, but it suddenly opened. Jeff stood in the doorway, shirtless & sweating from his workout. I looked at Nicole. She was in a trance as she looked at him. I tried to elbow her. 

“Angela, Nicole, what are you two doing in here? 

“Oh nothing” I answered, as I backed up toward the closet, trying to hide the magazines – knowing it would be futile. 

“What are you hiding?” 

I rolled my eyes & looked at Nicole. We were now in big trouble. Jeff looked at his brothers’ stash & then looked at us. 

“So you found these did you? Snooping like your hero Nancy Drew? By the way, Tim told me he busted you the other day. You weren’t supposed to be here alone. Well I’m going to dish out the punishment. Come on” 

I rolled my eyes. Nicole could only stare at his shirtless body. He led us out of the room, stopping only to get clothesline out of a utility closet & then led us into the guest bedroom & into the spacious walk in closet, where he switched on the light. He then tossed some rope to Nicole. 

“Ok Nicole, tie her hands behind her back” 

Nicole was only more than willing as she kept one eye on my brother & one eye on my bound wrists. Wrapping it around my wrists about five times, Nicole tightened it good with a few knots. 

“Ow! Nicole!” 

“Sorry Ang” 

She was more mesmerized with Jeff then ever, probably because he was shirtless. Jeff then grabbed Nicole & tied her hands behind her tightly. She was laughing the whole time. 

“Ok girls, on the floor.” 

I worked my self down on the floor of the big closet & so did Nicole. Jeff then tied rope over Nicole’s socked feet. When he was done, he tied my socked feet as well. He then got up. 

“I’m not going to gag you girls, but here’s the deal. I’m giving you one hour to get free to forget about the other day, but if not, I’m going to have a surprise for you & I don’t think you’re going to like it.” 

Jeff then put a small clock on a box. He said nothing else & shut the door. 
I could hear him tying the door handles together, probably so we couldn’t get out & hop around. I immediately tried my wrists, but Nicole had tied me up good. She was struggling as well. 

“Come on Nicole, let’s sit back to back” 

“God, Angie your brother is the max!” She replied as she scooted over towards me & started to push her back against mine. 

“Will you stop it! Let’s concentrate on the task at hand ok?” 

We pushed up against each other & quickly found the others ropes. 

“You didn’t have to tie me so tight you know, if would have been easier for us” 

“Sorry Angie, but Jeff is so hot! I couldn’t concentrate right” 

I pulled a rope on her wrists & she let out a yelp 

“ Ow! Why did you do that?” 

“Because you won’t stop talking about my brother. I can’t believe he caught us.” 

“Yeah lucky for us!” 

I just rolled my eyes as I tried to strain to reach her knots. I felt her reach around my wrists. She seemed to know where the knots were. It had been fifteen minutes already. 

“We have had a lot of fun this summer, don’t you think?” Nicole said as she pushed harder into my back. 

“Yeah, if you call it that. Getting tied up almost every week, in every way possible.” 

“We’ll get my brother & his friends back, don’t you worry” 

“If we get loose from this now. I wonder what Jeff meant by a surprise for us?” 

“Hopefully, more shirtless Jeff!” 

“Will you shut up! God Nicole, you make me wanna throw up sometimes!” 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. Hey you never told me how your brothers captured you & Heather that one time.” 

“You mean the time with Melissa?” 

“Yeah, you never did give me any details” 

I looked at the clock. Less than thirty minutes remained. 

“Those brothers of mine, cut off the power in the utility closet. I was in the basement getting a towel for swimming. When I came back up stairs, Melissa was waiting with rope. Then Tim grabbed me. Jeff must have caught Heather as she came downstairs. But they got that Melissa as well, after she tickled us. She wasn’t supposed to. So they tied her up as well! Nicole that was awesome!” 

“Yeah that’s when I came over & all three of you were bound & gagged. Then they did that tickle game!” 

“God, don’t remind me. That was pure torture!” 

Another fifteen minutes had passed as I felt Nicole working hard on my knots. I had stopped trying on hers. Suddenly the ropes felt slack. 

“Hey! I think it’s coming loose.” 

Nicole gave it a good tug & sure enough, I was free! I quickly freed my ankles & then turned to free Nicole. 

“Now we have to find a way out of the closet. I think Jeff tied it shut” 

Nicole’s hands were soon free. She reached down & untied her ankles. 
Sure enough, Jeff had tied the closet doors shut. I started to pound on the door. 

“Jeff! Jeffrey! Let us out of here!” 

Then I heard a noise. Someone was untying the doors. Soon after the doors swung open, 
We then stood face to face with Jimmy & his friends! Jeff stood behind them carrying rope & cloths. 

“Surprise!” Jeff said as he started laughing. But Nicole & me weren’t laughing. We were trapped by the brats again with Jeff’s help! 
 

To Be Continued….. 
 

I’ll have the next part up sometime this week. 
 

Richard has been here a couple of times and said that he was going to post another story soon, but no story has shown up. I have to conclude that the person who posted the last two times as "Richard UK" is actually a fake jerking my chain. It's sad, but I guess Richard is not coming back. I hope I am wrong but I think I am correct.

Remaining Richard's #1 fan regardless

Rick just let her sit there and stew while we had sodas and snacks. He continued to talk to me just loud enough for her to hear. “ Its real important when you have them like this that you don’t leave them alone. You don’t want them trying to escape or doing anything where they could hurt themselves.” “Good point”. I said. “So what’s next?” “More torture!” Rick exclaimed and we both laughed. 
After we finished our snacks we returned to our victim. Rick pushed the chair over on it’s back so that Annie was laying on her back with her feet lifted up below waist level to us. He took one of the buckets and went behind the bar. He returned a moment later with the bucket filled with ice. The other bucket was filled with water. He sat the ice bucket between us as we took up positions at Annie’s feet. Rick on her left me on her right. Following his lead I took a piece of ice and began to run it over the bottom of her right foot. He was already working on her other foot and she was squealing and squirming like crazy. “Hold her still if you have to” he instructed so I held her squirming blackened foot with my left hand as I ice tortured it with my right. It took about five minuets for the ice to melt and by then she was hardly reacting. “OK hold off” Rick ordered. Then he pulled up the bucket with the water. He handed me a soft scrub brush and then took one for him. “OK make em shine! As he wet the brush and dug into Annie’s dirty sole. I followed his lead and scrub tortured her foot squeaky clean while she went nuts with hysterical laughter. 
Once her feet were clean and dry we untied her and helped her to her feet. As soon as she was free she made for the stairs vowing revenge. 
 

Best Author for Nov. 2002: Angie Federico 

Best Author for Dec. 2002: Angie Federico 
 

With my scouting experience and my brother's support I had no difficulty in completing my "tenderfoot" in the short time available before our move and recall being immensely proud when I was invested as a full member of my old troop. Only one recollection of this time is relevant but I believe it proves substantially the belief held by many that providing a group of small boys (or presumably girls!) with a few lengths of rope will lead inevitably to one or more of them being tied up. 

This particular evening was devoted to knot work. This time was spent in our patrol groups and we were taught by the older boys. Two other boys had taken the step up with me, and a further newcomer had joined the troop at the same time. There were two of us new guys in my patrol and with my background I had no difficulty in assimilating this skill (it was hardly new to me) so after a while time was beginning to hang heavily. We had been practising placing a round turn and two half hitches around the outstretched wrist of one of the older boys. After examining our efforts and giving his approval, the patrol leader grasped the other boy's arm, still with the cord tied to it. I expected him to untie the knot and demonstrate another for our benefit so was taken completely by surprise when he took a hold on the boy's other wrist pulled it across and began wrapping the rope around both hands in a criss-cross fashion. The boy being trussed merely giggled softly but made no move to resist and a few moments later was sitting with his hands tied in front of him. 

I noticed the whole of our small group had closed in, watching attentively - suddenly everyone seemed much more interested in our knot work. For my own part, I had never seen a person tied before, other than on the movies. I was riveted with fascination as a flood of conflicting thoughts went through my mind. How did the boy feel having his hands tied together, was it uncomfortable or did it hurt, would he be able to free himself and if not, how long would it be before someone else untied him? More importantly, how would I feel if it were me? I felt a sense of relief that I was a spectator, strangely fearful of finding myself in the same predicament, and yet at the same time I felt an almost overbearing curiosity to experience this for myself! 

Some at least of my questions were soon answered. Our leader had carefully tied his knots securing the lashing well out of reach of his victim's fingers, but after working his hands together for a few minutes the prisoner was able to obtain sufficient slack to enable him to get his arms in such a position as to be able to attack the knots with his teeth. I watched in fascination and finally the boy was able to pull his arms free from the encircling cords. I thought that would be an end to it but was mistaken. As soon as the first boy was free, someone commented, "That was pathetic! I could free myself in half the time, even if my hands were tied tighter than that!" 

A noisy debate ensued, some of my friends supporting our braggart, others doubting whether he could pull it off. The other newcomer and I remained silent, slightly overawed by our new, older friends. I noticed an almost imperceptible glance being exchanged by our leader and his second and then the former said, "OK, let's see if you are as good as you say!" We were sitting in a small circle on chairs and a giggle ran around the group in anticipation of what we were about to witness. Our boaster, not quite so confident now gave a slight groan, but grinned good-naturedly and said, "Why don't we make it a competition! Tie each member of the patrol up and see how long he takes to get free!" 

I was secretly shocked by this proposal. I felt the same rush of adrenaline I had experienced a few minutes earlier as I heard my buddies embrace this plan enthusiastically. Now I could see no possible way of escaping this fate. To refuse to participate would I was sure seem cowardly to these other guys, and besides, none of the other boys seemed perturbed by the prospect of being tied up. It seemed certain that I would have no alternative but to accept the inevitable. Whether I wanted to or not, in a few minutes I would have to accept being tied up. My heart pounded and my hands trembled slightly as I tried to imagine what it would be like? Did I really not want to do this or?… Our braggart placed his own chair at the centre of the circle and held out his bare arms with his hands palm together. 

Our PL now had the length of rope in his hands and smirked for a moment thoughtfully before saying, "No, I don't think we will do it like that. Turn around and put your hands behind your back". The atmosphere in the group now seemed to be almost electric. For my own part, I was even more shocked at this turn of events but despite my own fears, I was fascinated to see what would happen next and craned my neck for a better view. 

The self-appointed victim, realising at last that he had backed himself into a corner from which there was no escape stood up with a resigned air and sat down again, facing the back of the chair. Before he had time to change his mind the patrol second stepped forward, took a hold of the boy's arms and pulled them behind his back. In what appeared to be a well orchestrated move the other boy immediately started looping the rope around his crossed wrists, both vertically and horizontally. I particularly noticed that, as each turn was added, he deliberately hauled on the rope to tighten the lashing. With mounting excitement I watched him cinch the whole tight with further turns and finally knot the ends of the rope securely. This he did at the top and behind his prisoner's wrists - it was clear the latter would be incapable of reaching the knots unless he was able to get a great deal of slack in his bonds first. While the audience laughed, the victim was helped to his feet, turned around and placed on his chair the proper way round, but two more surprises were in store for him. First, as he sat down his bound hands were hauled up his back and outwards so that, as he sank down, his arms encircled the seat back, and second, before he had any time to avoid it, a second length of cord appeared and his ankles were deftly tied together. When this was completed there was a long length of rope remaining. Without pausing for a moment his persecutors pulled his bound ankles under the chair and tied this rope off to a cross bar so that his feet were doubled up under him and he was unable to place them on the ground. 

He was now securely bound to the chair, held to the seat back by his bound arms and unable to stand to free himself from his perch. Everyone laughed, myself included, as he began to struggle ineffectually and became redder in the face as it began to dawn on him that he was powerless and would remain tied up until someone freed him. 

Salvation was not far off, however. Our activities had clearly not gone unnoticed by the adult leaders although they held themselves aloof for awhile and the victim certainly was uncomplaining. Nevertheless, after our buddy had been trussed for nearly ten minutes one of them stepped across and said softly, "OK, you've proved your point now. I think it is time to let him go!" 

Without more ado his ankles were freed and he stood up gratefully before having the use of his arms restored. 

I was now apprehensive at the thought of the impending "competition" but was spared this experience by the formalities of the end of the meeting. Almost, I was disappointed. 

That frisson of fear that I have always felt at being tied up has never left me and yet I guess it is this that gives it that indefinable air. It would however be some time before I discovered for myself "what it would be like" and when that happened I would be given no opportunity to confront my fears in advance and thereby prepare myself...

Scouting is portrayed as a world-wide fellowship and so it proved. My new classmates immediately recognised my lapel badge and within hours I had been persuaded of the advantages of joining one of the two scout troops over the other. Two days later I attended my first troop meeting accompanied by my brother who had not yet reached the age of advancement to the seniors, both of us conspicuous by our still wearing our old scarves. Now it was that I met many of the friends who have appeared in my tales. We were at once made to feel welcome and, by the end of the meeting, I was looking forward with anticipation to the next one. 

The only slight blemish on the horizon came from Chris, who warned me that it was quite common for young, new members of a troop to be given some form of initiation. This didn't worry me as such - it was common knowledge in our old troop that all new members went through some such ordeal at their first camp although the details were a closely guarded secret. Although I was something of a skinny kid I was more than willing to accept such a practice since I was convinced no one would physically hurt or injure me, and I guessed more or less correctly that everyone had been through it themselves. Let me take a moment to point out that such activities are frowned on today. I am however referring to a period many years ago and all my peers seemed to accept the inevitable in the same way I did. No one was ever hurt, other than perhaps their dignity. Subsequently I learnt to trust my mates implicitly and I am satisfied that, had any youngster objected to participating, his wishes would have been respected. Curiously, I don't recall this ever happening. One final point - I am certain in my own mind that, despite the activities of the PC police today, such things do still happen today. Boys will be boys (or girls, girls!) and I don't believe anything really changes. 

Many of the characters you are familiar with would only appear in the coming months but David and Robert welcomed me effusively to their patrol. David was about 6 months older than me; his brother (not yet our patrol leader) was a year older than that. Mike, Roger and Peter were all long-standing members of the troop, but otherwise only Matthew and Paul would be familiar to readers. 

At our second meeting none of the enjoyment of sharing our activities with these new friends had departed. As the meeting closed and we got ready to leave for home David casually mentioned that informal patrol meetings were often held on Saturdays. These were justly popular since the adult leaders were not present and were consequently much less formal. Such a meeting was being held next weekend and unusually, members of all four patrols were likely to be present. It sounded like enormous fun and I agreed without hesitation that I would be there. If the other boy exchanged a look of triumph with his brother I certainly did not notice it but my doom was settled at that moment (in parenthesis, I should point out that our "games" were not inaugurated until some months later). 

Later, when I asked my brother if he was planning to attend he surprised me by telling me that, unfortunately, he had other activities planned. He didn't enlarge on this but it was not unusual for him to do his own thing - while we were very close there was a reasonably substantial age difference between us. We did however share a bedroom and that evening, after we had gone to bed and the light was out he said softly to me, "On Saturday don't be surprised if things don't turn out quite as you expect!" His air of mystery was all the more infuriating since he flatly refused to enlighten me further despite it being quite clear that he knew something of what was planned. 

Some of my new found scouting pals were classmates and many more of us tended to congregate during break times, drawn together by a common bond. Everyone seemed to know already that I had told David I would be there and it appeared oddly important to them, but when asked about the planned activities they were all uncommonly evasive. I learnt nothing of any worth from any of them except that David's brother, Robert, sought me out at the end of classes on Friday and said, "I'm not sure if anyone has told you but these meetings are pretty informal. No need for uniform, in fact I would suggest something fairly rough - you don't want to mess up decent clothes!" 

This gratuitous comment merely heightened my curiosity further and that evening I tackled Chris again. At first he steadfastly refused to answer my questions but finally, in desperation, he said, "Whatever happens, just remember no one is going to hurt you!" He would say nothing further and, far from allaying my fears, my fertile imagination was left to feast on this snippet all night! 

By the morning I had come to certain conclusions. I was determined to face whatever was in store for me. It was clear now there was some sort of plot but that same fear I had experienced in that meeting some weeks ago left me once more wondering what was planned and determined to find out at whatever cost. The fear of the unknown contrasting with a desire for enlightenment I found strangely stimulating. 

After a light lunch I changed into a pair of white sports socks and trainers, a tee shirt and an old pair of blue cotton gym shorts. I have said before that I was a scrawny kid and these latter I held up on my sparse frame by the simple expedient of hitching the elastic waistband up behind a belt and tucking it over. My shorts would remain in place, but they were in consequence rather shorter, emphasised by my rather gangly legs and tighter than was intended. Thus attired I set out alone to meet my destiny. 

In the woods I discovered a disparate group of maybe fourteen boys from various patrols and I at once received a noisy and effusive welcome. Under Mike's leadership they were all engaged in improving… their knotting technique! Inexplicably, for a brief moment I had a vivid picture of our boastful comrade of a few weeks earlier, his hands tightly bound behind his back, unable to move from his chair with his ankles tied to the lower crossbar, his feet clear of the floor. The picture faded and I took my place in the circle of enthusiastic boys, being handed a length of rope as I sat down cross-legged on the ground. 

We practised enthusiastically as Mike showed us new knots to add to our repertoire and then, after maybe half an hour, he told us he was going to move on to lashings. This was new territory for me and I would need to learn this skill for my second class badge. I therefore looked up expectantly. Mike was explaining the purpose of lashings and the importance of ensuring their security. After a few moments he told the group he would need something to demonstrate on. 

I was totally engrossed in his words but even so I doubt if I would have realised what was coming. His words were clearly a prompt because, after a few moments, someone said, "You can demonstrate on Richard!" There was a general chuckle around the group and suddenly my mind was back with my companions. As these last few words slowly sank in I suddenly realised with a quickening of my pulse what some at least of these boys were proposing. I say some but in truth I believe that everyone there knew what was supposed to take place next. 

Two of my new friends had stood up and each had a length of rope dangling from his hand. I felt that by now familiar surge of fear as I realised that, if I didn't act swiftly, I was within moments of discovering what it would really be like to be tied up, and I guessed with a fair degree of certainty that all these boys would know how to carry this out comprehensively and effectively. If I remained where I was my fate was sealed - I was outnumbered both numerically and physically. In a split second I sprang to my feet and made a dash for the surrounding undergrowth. Even as I did so it occurred to me that the pursuit would be swift and apart from their numerical superiority they had the advantage of knowing the territory. 

In one respect at least I was mistaken. After crashing through the undergrowth for maybe 50 yards I stopped to listen. Oddly I could hear no sound of the chase although they would have little difficulty in knowing which way to go - I had made a noise much like a herd of stampeding Elephants. Time to slow down and try to evade capture. I began to move more stealthily, although I had not yet acquired the skills that would stand me in good stead in the months to come. 

At last I found some substantial cover from some low growing and overhanging bushes and crawled beneath them. I had time to take stock. My all too brief shorts had failed to protect me from the prickly Mediterranean plants and my bare legs were badly scratched as well as dirty. I would quickly learn to move carefully and avoid these painful encounters. Although I listened intently I couldn't hear a sound of any pursuit. I actually felt disappointed, and immediately realised that, had I not bolted, I might well by now have been trussed up for the first time in my short life. Once more I felt my heart racing as my alarm at such a prospect fought with my all too real desire to experience it, at least once. 

The woods remained as silent as the grave and after a few minutes my disappointment at the lack of a hue and cry combined with a feeling of disappointment - evidently my new pals didn't think this rather weedy 11½ year old was worth chasing. Finally, I decided I would crawl out of my hiding place and sheepishly rejoin the others. I crawled out on all fours, more carefully this time (I was already learning the local vegetation had teeth!) and stood up. As I did so, there was a rustle behind me and before I had time to do a thing I was tackled to the ground with someone's arms around my knees. My fall slightly winded me so before I had time to put up any sought of resistance I was pinned down by a boy sitting on my shoulders. Twisting my head round I first saw the bare knees of my captor, planted firmly on the ground either side of my head, and then looked up into the grinning face of Robert. Moments later I realised he was not alone - I had actually been brought down by his brother, David, who now knelt before me and began to laugh softly. 

"Sorry about that," he chuckled, "We've been watching you for the last five minutes and were ready to grab you as soon as you moved!" 

Despite the pressure on my shoulders, I looked up and asked, "Where are the others? I really thought I had no chance of escape and would be caught in a few moments". David laughed once more, and replied, "Oh, no one else is chasing you. We knew which way you had gone and we all know these woods much better than you do! It was left to Robert and me to capture you". 

The word 'capture' made my pulse quicken again slightly, but then Robert spoke. 

"Look, you have rather been set up. The real reason for our meeting today was to give you your initiation. I can promise you no-one will hurt you and most of us have been through it before but if you really don't want to do it we won't force you and no-one will think less of you for it!" 

I thought for a brief moment and remembered Chris' warning. Once more I felt that slight prickle of fear of the unknown but I was sure Robert's words carried sincerity. Whatever was planned for me, I wasn't going to back out now and, in a slightly quavering voice, I told my captors so. Glancing up I saw the two boys grin at each other and David slapped me on my shoulder as he said, "Well done!" 

Robert was speaking again, issuing instructions. "OK, in that case you are now our prisoner and we will shortly take you back to the others. I am going to get up in a moment and I want you to take your tee-shirt off as it may get grubby. You are otherwise to remain lying on the ground - don't try to stand up". 

The word 'prisoner' caused my pulse to race - I was sure these two boys must be able to my heart pounding as I lay on the ground - but after easing myself onto my knees and removing my shirt as instructed, I lay down again to await developments. Despite my heightened awareness I swear that I had no inkling at all of what was about to follow, so as David folded my shirt carefully, Robert's next words cut through my naivety like a whiplash. 

"That's fine; now put your hands behind your back!" I had seen no rope, which had maybe lulled me into a false sense of security, but with a blinding flash of insight I suddenly realised I was about to confront my worst fear. These boys were about to tie my hands together behind my back and there really was precious little I could do about it. Slowly, and somewhat reluctantly, I complied with the request, placing my hands together palm to palm behind me. 

"No, not like that," I heard Robert say and then I felt his hands on my arms as he gently pulled my hands apart and placed them with my wrists crossed. I didn't have to wait more than a moment before I felt a turn of rope being looped around my wrists followed by several more. As they worked on me I realised that each turn was being pulled tight, just as I had seen it done weeks earlier in my old troop. Even as I took this in more turns were added vertically across my wrists and then the ends of the rope were being knotted at the back of my wrists and finally I felt the loose ends being tucked away. As I felt my captor's hands finally release my own arms I tried experimentally to twist my arms around in an instinctive attempt to get some slack. A forlorn hope - while not uncomfortable, my hands were most securely tied together, I could not reach any knots, indeed I couldn't even reach my bonds with my fingers, and it was clear I would remain bound until it was decided to set me free. 

My captors now helped me to my feet, but not before my trainers and socks had been removed and they began to escort me back to the main group. The ground was fairly sandy and covered in loose pine needles so the absence of shoes was not really a problem but I felt very vulnerable with my hands tied behind my back and now dressed in nothing but my very brief shorts. Nevertheless, I was curious as to what would happen next. 

After a very short walk we were surrounded by the others and I was surprised to see that something of a transformation had taken place. Many of the boys had removed their own shirts and were bare-chested and some had placed feathers in their hair, supported by headbands. They now looked for the entire world like a tribe of Indians and with a slightly sinking feeling I realised I was to be their prisoner. Even with my limited experience I realised that attempting to run was out of the question. My bound hands would severely restrict my movements and in any case I was wholly dependent upon them for my ultimate freedom. 

I was slightly taken aback by several of them cheering my reappearance and one or two slapped me on the back in a congratulatory fashion but Mike, who was clearly the leader in all of this quickly took control. Without speaking a word he pointed to a pine tree a few yards away and I was quickly hustled in that direction. Moments later I felt hands working at the knots binding my hands and breathed an inward sigh of relief. My anticipation of freedom was, however, a mite premature. As my hands were freed I made an instinctive move to rub some circulation back into my wrists, but was pre-empted by strong hands seizing my arms and pulling me backwards against the trunk of the tree. Before I had time to realise what was happening my arms had been pulled together behind the trunk and once more I felt the ropes being applied to my wrists. When they had finished I was held immovably against the trunk, but to add to my constraint, while my hands were being tied someone else had obligingly tied my ankles together before making the lashing fast behind the tree. I found myself thinking this was largely unnecessary - it would be impossible for me to free my hands without assistance and I certainly wasn't going any place with them tied behind the trunk of a tree! 

When they were satisfied that their prisoner was wholly secure, Mike stepped forward and asked if I wished to join the tribe. This took me a little by surprise - I guess it was my last opportunity to avoid whatever was in store - but I nodded my assent. Mike then said, "We shall need to blindfold you for the ceremony but no-one will hurt you. However, if you speak or call out from now until we give you permission you will also have to be gagged. Is that clear?" 

This was a shock. I had never ever considered a gag and for a moment wondered how they would do that, but I was quite clear I would prefer to co-operate rather than find out. 

"Yes, that's quite clear," I said. Even as I uttered the words I felt I could have bitten my tongue out. Mike's face took on a look of despair, he signalled to a boy who stepped forward with a cloth. This latter, to my amazement, instructed, "Open wide!" in that moment I realised that, in replying to Mike I had done precisely what I had been instructed not to do - I had spoken! Nevertheless I guessed that unless I opened my mouth they would be unable to put the cloth in it, so I clamped my jaws tight closed. I had much to learn. I was tied to a tree, my hands tied securely, not only behind my back but also around the trunk, and with my ankles also tied I was immobile. Another boy stepped forward and to my surprise clamped my nose in his finger and thumb. Even had I had time to take a deep breath, in a short while I would have been spluttering. Taken completely off guard I was gasping for air within seconds. The first boy kindly gave me a moment to draw breath into my lungs and then I felt fingers stuffing the cloth loosely into my mouth. Although I twisted my head away I was unable to avoid the searching digits and in no time at all the whole had been bound in place with a second cloth forced between my teeth and knotted tightly behind my neck. Protest was of course now out of the question and within seconds I was deprived of my sight as the threatened blindfold was added to complete my bonds. 

I felt a little aggrieved at this treatment, particularly after I had agreed to co-operate but any complaint on my part would now have to wait until my persecutors had finished their game. Besides, the loss of my speech as well as sight was oddly exciting and I was suddenly aware that this would be abundantly obvious to anyone who chose to use their eyes. It says much for these boys who were to become my closest of pals in the coming months that no one did pass a comment, which I would have found utterly mortifying. 

Everything became very quiet around me and I became convinced I had been left alone. After several minutes my shoulders were beginning to ache slightly. I tried wriggling my bare feet but they were as securely bound as my hands. I craned my neck upward in an attempt to see under the cloth covering my eyes. Futile - it had been tied so tightly I was unable actually to open my eyes. Despite my earlier struggling my gag had been applied so carefully that it would be impossible to shout for help. The best I could achieve was a soft mmmpppfh, which was severely muffled by the wad of cloth in my mouth. I was embarrassed to realise I was beginning to drool and this was running down my bare chest. 

I believe I was left tied in this fashion for maybe fifteen minutes. Psychologically it was the most frightening part of the whole ordeal although common sense should have assured me I would not be left like that. I had been assured (twice) that I would not be hurt (and in truth I hadn't) but standing in total silence, blindfold, with no means of escape and no means of summoning help is strangely disturbing. 

I had begun to try to work out just how I could obtain my freedom (in reality quite impossible without help) when my reverie was rudely interrupted. The cold, wet soggy mess hit me square on my bare chest. I had no idea what it was, or where it had come from, and instinctively reeled from it. Well at least, I tried. My bonds held me immobile and a moment later I was struck again, this time on the forehead. Moments later, I was aware of being surrounded by some at least of my captors and they were rubbing my chest, face, arms and legs. What they were doing I had no means of telling. The attentions came to an end and once more I was left alone for several minutes. Less worrying this time - the assault I had suffered, although unexpected, had had the effect of reassuring me that I was not alone and I decided against struggling. I had already discovered this merely made my wrists sore and my shoulders ache, and I knew in the depths of my heart that it had not benefited me in any way. I was still as securely bound as when I had first been placed against the tree. 

Time passed and once more I sensed someone approach. This time I felt a soft cloth being placed around my neck and secured loosely in place at front. What was happening I could not begin to imagine. 

Once more I was left to ponder my destiny for a few minutes (afterwards my persecutors referred to it as "the ordeal of silence!") and then without warning I felt fingers untying the knot securing my blindfold. I blinked for a few moments in the bright light and so relieved was I to have my sight restored that I completely forgot my gag. Looking down I was first appalled to see that my chest and legs (and presumably my arms - I couldn't actually see them) had been covered in an odious mixture of what appeared to be sand, mud and red clay. This had been allowed to dry and was now caked to my body (it was now clear why I had received such careful instructions about clothes and why Robert had insisted on removing my tee shirt). But suddenly my eye was held by what had been placed around my neck. It was a brand new scarf, neatly folded and secured with a carefully formed reef knot ('square knot' for all you readers west of the Atlantic!) in the absence of our usual woggle. 

Mike stepped forward and, with a huge grin, said, " Welcome to the troop! How do you like your new scarf?" After a brief silence he burst out laughing and continued, "Sorry, I forgot. You can talk now. Someone take his gag off, please!" Without a moments hesitation a couple of boys stepped forward, untied the securing cloth and deftly pulled out the wad of cloth which had been stuffed into my mouth. While they were doing so Mike added conversationally, "Do you know everyone falls for the old trick of answering the question after being told to remain silent! We haven't not had to gag a victim yet!" I stretched my jaws luxuriously, then looking down at my mud caked chest burst out laughing, before exclaiming, "You bastards! I'll get even for this". For some reason everyone just fell about laughing! 

Mike grinned again and then said, "It may have escaped your notice but you are still tied up and therefore hardly in a position to make threats!" This did rather bring me down to earth but without a pause he continued, "Before we set you free there is just one more thing you have to do. This ceremony is a closely guarded secret. Many of us here have been through it" - I saw both David and Robert nodding solemnly - "but details may not be revealed to the uninitiated. You will get your chance for 'revenge' the next time we induct a new member into the troop. Do you so swear?" 

I did so without hesitation. As I had been promised, I had not been hurt and I guess the prospect of seeing someone else in the same predicament had a certain boyish appeal. Immediately a couple of boys set about untying my ankles and hands. As they worked I enquired why Chris had not been subjected to such a rite. I was told that enquiries had been made as soon as we arrived but that Chris had been able to give details of his own initiation at a camp with our last troop. My new pals had a strict rule of not subjecting a new member to a "repeat performance". 

Free at last, I was given a bucket of hot water and a sponge, and withdrew behind the bushes to clean myself up and dress. As I did so I had time to reflect. After waiting so long I had at last been tied up and undoubtedly those who had carried this out were experts. What I realised was that, despite my fears, which would never really desert me, I had in reality rather enjoyed the experience. I rather hoped that I might find myself in the same position again one day (little did I realise!) and also I hoped soon to be the one doing the tying. I just hoped that, when that day came, I would acquit myself as well as my captors had today.

These games were justly popular at our troop meetings, often being played after dark and many of us became adept at moving silently in true "scout" fashion to accomplish our objective. At the same time, our informal weekend patrol meetings became more and more popular and, with several patrols in attendance we would often have sufficient numbers to organise such a game ourselves without adult supervision. 

A few months after my arrival a big discussion took place one Saturday afternoon about improving the realism of these games. The removal of a piece of wool from a sleeve held little appeal to an active group of boys and someone proposed that we should be allowed to take prisoners. We suspected that this might be frowned upon by the adult leaders and consequently this only happened at our unsupervised informal meetings. From here, it was inevitable that someone should propose that we be allowed to tie our prisoners up (and gag them if necessary - it almost always was!). The trusty water pistol was introduced, and the "torturing" of prisoners (by tickling) to extract information suddenly made its appearance. Gradually we moved towards "formalising" our rules of engagement (an attempt, I guess, to keep it as safe as possible for everyone) and thankfully no one was ever hurt physically. 

No boy was ever coerced into participating but we were never short of willing contestants. As time went on it became clear that our leaders had a fair idea of what went on behind their back, particularly when it spilled over at camp, but they were astute enough to turn a blind eye, merely checking on us from time to time that no one individual was being singled out (bullied) and that no injuries occurred. 

The only ones to be "singled out" were my two closest friends and myself - we most certainly deserved it in view of some of the deeds we perpetrated, and our leaders seemed to have a particular blind-spot if James, or Stuart or I had been involved in mischief. We for our part were never injured in any way although our dignity suffered on many occasions - a small price to pay for the fun we had and the havoc we wrought amongst our buddies! 

I lead him, with his hands tied behind his back, onto my bed. This part of my room still didn’t have the ceiling in it and there were bars going across it. I untied his hands and tied them both to separate bars so he kind of formed a “Y” with his body. Then I spread his legs out and tied them to my bedposts so now he formed an “X”. I tied the knots out of reach and tight and I knew that there was no way he was getting out. I put a blindfold over his eyes. I said, “Now, I am going to start tickling you with no mercy in five minutes if you can’t get out by then.” He immediately began to struggle. I just watched him for these five precious minutes, wishing it would last forever and ever. His five minutes were up and I stood on the bed. I put my face right next to his and said very slowly, “Your time is up.” I jumped of the bed and got the pair of socks and duct tape off my table. I told him to open his mouth wide, and of course he clamped it shut. I said, “The longer you keep your mouth closed, the longer you are tied up, and I’m not.” Once I said this, he reluctantly opened his mouth as wide as he could. I stuffed both socks in, though it was difficult to get them both in. I wrapped it ten times around his mouth, because I knew soon he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing, and my dad was still up stairs. 
Now he was completely under my control so I began to tickle his sides. He burst out in laughter. I said, “Oooohh, so you like that, do you?” He frantically shook his head, but I ignored him and started at his feet. I took his right shoe off first, and again began to tickle. He kept laughing, but all that came out was, “mmmppphhh, mmmppphhh.” I then took his left shoe of and tickled that foot. Once again, he started to mmpphh. I said, “I’ll be right back, and don’t worry, I’m done tickling.” 

I picked up his shoes and went out into the other part of my basement. I went to my dad’s computer desk and opened the drawer. I stuck his shoes in it and ran back to my room, after locking the drawer and hiding the key behind the refrigerator. I took his gag off, and the first thing out of his mouth was, “My turn now!” I said, “I don’t think so, but do you notice anything missing?” He looked around and realized what it was, “Where are my new shoes?” I said, “Your new shoes? There mine now!” Once again he began to struggle, but it was completely useless. I said, “Do you really want to tie me up now?” He nodded. I said, “Just a second,” and hurried back to behind the fridge. I got the key back and opened the drawer again. I took my own shoes off and put them in the drawer. I locked it again and re-hid the key. All this was so he couldn’t take my shoes. I went back to Tim, who said, “What did you do now?” He then looked down at my feet and relied what I had done. He got a large scowl on his face, obviously he was planning to take my shoes. 
I began to untie him, starting and his feet. I finished and immediately began to run, because I knew he definitely would be able to catch me. Sure enough, he caught me in about ten seconds and dragged me on the bed. He sat on my but and I couldn’t get away from him. He grabbed the ropes and put me in a super-tight hog-tie. I couldn’t move at all. He got the blindfold that I used on him and put it over my eyes. He got the same socks I stuffed in his mouth and put them in my mouth. He got the duct tape and wrapped it around my mouth about twenty times. I couldn’t even make any mmmppphhh’s. Now I was completely under his control and I loved it so much and I was so stiff. He started to tickle me on my feet. I am so incredibly ticklish and I was squirming a lot. I was laughing very much, but no one could tell because I couldn’t make a sound because I was gagged so sufficiently. 

After about an hour of this, he took my gag off and came very close to my ear and whispered, “Give me my shoes now, or else.” “Never.” was my only response. He said, “O.K., your just making it harder on you.” He went to my desk and took the video camera I had put there earlier. He turned it on and pointed it right at me. He said, “Just tell me where my new shoes are and I stop taping and give the tape to you.” Once again, I said the short response of, “Never.” He put the tape recorder down and came over to me with a wicked grin spreading on his face. Now I was starting to get a little scared. I knew he would do a lot to get his new shoes back, but I didn’t know how far he would go. Even though I was nervous, I made a pact with myself to not give him his shoes back. 

He reached the bed and untied the hog-tie so that it was just my hands tied behind my back and my ankles tied. He picked me up and brought me to one of the support beams in my basement. He untied my hands for a second and tied them to the beam and did the same to my ankles. He went back to my room and came out a second later with the video camera. He started to tape my bondage again. He said, “Tell me where my shoes are and this will all end.” I didn’t say anything. He said, “This is getting boring.” He set the video camera on the table next to me so it would tape me struggling. He went back in my room and a little while later I heard the mouse clicking. This is the perfect opportunity, I thought. I began to work on the ropes tying my wrists to the beam and in only a minute, I was free! I took the video camera and re-wound it so I could erase it and tape over it. I gathered up all the rope and went back in my room. I knew that because he was sitting at my computer, he would be looking away from the door. I snuck up on him, soldier style. He was just reading a game review with his hands stupidly laying on the armrests. I popped out and tied one of his hands to the armrest. “What the hell?” Tim said out of surprise. I sat on is other arm while tying that one also. I secured his hands completely while Tim was dreading his fate. I tied his ankles and thighs to the chair legs. 

I dragged the chair into my closet and tied the chair to the support beam. I went and got the camera and started to tape him. I went over and stole his hat and socks. I untied one hand at a time to take off his jacket, shirt, and undershirt. I did the same to his legs to get his jeans off. Now all he had on was his boxers. He completely blushed so I knew I had accomplished my goal, embarrassing him. “Now I get to keep your shoes, your hat, your jacket, your shirt, and your socks forever,” I taunted him. “And if you try to steal them back or any of those tricks, I release the video to everyone I see,” I continued. The phone rang and I answered it, my dad had fallen a sleep. It was Tim’s mom and she asked me if he could sleep over. I said sure, not believing my luck. I hung up and went back down to my room. I told Tim and he moaned and groaned, but I could tell he was faking because he had a faint smile and he was stiffer than ever. 
I untied him after I hid the tape because it was getting late, and because he wouldn’t be able to find the key. That meant he wouldn’t be able to get any of his clothes. Including his new shoes. He drove himself home the next day, in nothing except his boxers. I still have all his clothes! (This happened about three months ago!) 

Please respond and tell me how you liked it. Also, please tell me if you have a shoe fetish. 

How do all you people out there get people to tie you up, anyway? This was the only time I have been able to. 

So if you have NICE/cute stories where you tied up your sister/brother,feel free to post them :),ANY porn or incest bs WILL be removed,bank on it!

it has a new look,but is still html workable,just like here,so come and post if you like,also"made up" stories are ok as long as # one you tell us it is your made up story,and # two it does NOT contain,child porn. I will not allow my site to be a dumping ground any more..So follow those simple rules and we all should have some good clean tie up fun :)

Pleae do not stay away that long again.

“Time to tie them up you guys!” Jimmy said as he looked at me 

Jeff then gave Jimmy & Mark rope. Derek & Katrina just looked on. 

“I want Jeff to tie me up!” Nicole shouted as she put her hands behind her back. I only stuck my tongue out at her. 

“No, in front of you” Jeff said as he took rope & tied Nicole’s hands in front of her. 

The brats surrounded me, while Nicole was in her own little heaven. Mark held me while 
Jimmy took rope & crossed it around my wrists about four times before tightening the knots. The little creep was getting like my brothers in the way of knot tying! 

“Okay let’s get them on the bed like we talked about” Jeff added as he led Nicole to the bed. She laid down on it & Jeff took her bound hands & tied them overhead to the headboard. She just couldn’t take her eyes off him! He then stuffed a wad of cloth in her mouth & secured it with a couple of pieces of duct tape. All this time, I was tied up next to her the same way & soon gagged the same. Jimmy stuffing my mouth & Mark adding a couple pieces of tape. We could only mmmppphh as we looked at each other. We knew what was coming, but we didn’t know how. Jeff & the boys bound our ankles together, but not before taking off our socks. Because the bed was so wide, it was easy to cross our legs over the top of the others so we would be tied together at our feet. After securing more rope around our ankles, Jeff took out a rag & threw it to Jimmy. Suddenly I was blindfolded! Oh no, not again! I guess Nicole was blindfolded as well because I heard her mmmpphh next to me. Now she couldn’t see my brother. 

“Okay girls, this your punishment! Enjoy it!” Jeff said as I heard footsteps going toward the door & then hearing the door shut. There was probably somebody in the room still, but whom? & How many? God this was torture! I could only squirm in my bound state as I felt Nicole do the same. My heart was pounding. Suddenly I felt fingers touching my feet. I screamed into the gag, but as usual it came out as a loud squeal. I bucked & then I heard Nicole squeal & thrash as well. A few minutes later, the door opened & then suddenly closed. Did more of them enter the room? Or was it a trick? A few minutes passed by without anything happening. I couldn’t take it anymore! Just then, I felt several fingers on my feet. I squealed then I heard Nicole squeal. I think the brats had been turned loose on us. I heard Katrina giggling, which made Nicole giggle behind her gag. About five minutes of fingers all over my feet (And Nicole’s), it stopped. Then I felt our feet being untied. 

“Okay, time to move you…to the rack!” Jeff announced. The rack was his & Tim’s fancy name for his weight bench. They had tied me up on it one time, when he had Nicole & Staci tickle me. I was soon freed from the headboard, but my wrists were still tied tight. Suddenly I was picked up. I was being carried. It felt like two people, so it was probably the brats doing it. I heard Nicole laugh behind her gag, so I assume Jeff was carrying her. After about five minutes, felt being carried down the stairs & then finally down to the basement. 
I was put down & then made to lie on what I felt was the bench. I then felt ropes being tied around my body & legs. But where was Nicole? Just then I heard Nicole squeal loudly. Then I heard laughing from the brats as well as Jeff. My heart was pounding again with half dread, half excitement. Just then, it started. Fingers raked my bare feet up & down. I squealed about as loud as Nicole, we were both being tickled good, but worst of all, we didn’t know who was doing it. 

“Okay, Nicole time to put you on the rack!” Jeff said I felt myself being untied from the bench & carried again. I was then put down. I felt rope being tied from my wrists to my feet, sort of like a frontal hog-tie. Then I felt long fingernails on my feet. I squealed loudly & thrashed, almost tipping over on the floor, but somebody held me in place. Katrina was doing it, or was she? I heard Nicole squeal & giggle as well as she was getting to know “The rack” real well. About five minutes of pure foot torture. It stopped. The ropes tying my hands to my feet were untied. I was now exhausted. The blindfold was removed & I adjusted my eyes to the light. Then I saw Staci! She had been in on it the whole time! She & the boys were laughing up a storm at our expense. I had a feeling she liked Jimmy, but I already was plotting revenge in my head. For a last measure, the boys tied me & Nicole back to back, exchanged the duct tape on our mouths for scarves, which cleaved-gagged our mouths & then turned Staci loose on our feet, as well as our sides. We were being tickled all over by our friend! I couldn’t believe it. After Staci had her fun, the boys came back downstairs & untied us. She actually came back home from being out with her mother & found out we were all over at my house having “fun” We promised to get even with Staci, which she agreed. But little did she know she wouldn’t be the only girl kidnapped as well. Nicole said we had a score to settle with Katrina & we would use both of them to try & trap the boys again. 
 

Because of the holidays, I might not be able to post until late next week. But everybody have a great holiday & thanks for all the nice comments & e-mails! 

I also cannot express how grateful I am to you for posting the details of your first tie-up. Your feelings about the game sound exactly how I would have felt.

The only bad aspect of your story that I can find is that now I am even more jealous of you because I never had good friends like that! I never had the opportunity to experience the joys of being bound for real by people I trusted.

I hope to be able to post your latest story on my site within a few days. In the mean time, people should know that I have expanded the site a little. There are some stories not by Richard (although the main focus and purpose of the site remains as a forum for Richard's tales) and there is an "Adults Only" area, appropriately marked as such.

If anyone wants to send me a story for the site, read the story submission guidelines on my site first. If I don't think a story is appropriate for my site, I won't post it. My site! My decision to make! No arguments!

Still Richard's #1 fan.

Anyway, Jay and Taylor got me good, and I just couldn't get out of the ropes. But my mind was more focused on Ashley, and were Jay and Taylor going to tie her up too? I had to escape and warn her before it was too late!! (I'm making this sound like a real Nancy Drew, aren't I?) 

It was real hard to escape, cos I was hog tied, and fir one, I had never evern been tied up before, and Hog ties are suppost to be pretty hard to get out of, from what I've heard. I struggled with my wrists, trying to use my fingers to reach the knots. I kept having to stop though, because I was getting cramps in my fingers and wrists. But finally, about 20 minutes after keep being at it, I managed to release my wrists.I freed my ankles and everywhere else that was tied, and then removed my gag. 

I tiptoed out of the basement, and walked into the hall. I peered up the stairs, to see if any one was there. I was about 5 steps up, when I felt that ice cold shiver again. 

"Oh. I thought we had you tied up good. Well, I'm gonna have to go something about that now, amn't I?" 

I couldn't believe it. At the very top of the stairs, stood that sly sarcastic looking Jay. I didn't even want to look at him, so I just backed down the stairs, and he obviousley came towards me. 

I broke into a run, and ran into the living room, and stood behind the couch. Jay didn't run after me, he just casualy walked. He didn't appear for ages, and when he did, he was carrying a whole lot of ropes. 

"Look, there's no use running, I'm gonna get you one way or another!" 

He smiled in the most evilest way possible. I had to admit, that he was very intimidating, and I tried not to shake, but I couldn't help it. 

"W-what, W-where's, A-ash-hley-y?" 

Jay knew I was intimidated, and he made his evil smiles even worse. 

"Oh, don't you worry, Taylor is working on that right now!!" 

He started to edge forward towards me. And I just kept going back. I couldn't take it anymore. I literally, lept for the couch, to try and get around him, but he must of known what I was going to do. He jumped, and grabbed my legs, which sent me flying to the floor. I struggled to break free from his grip on my legs, but he was much too strong. He lept on my back, and grabbed my waving wrists, and pulled them on my back which he was lying on. It was painful, having someone lying on my wrists and back! 

"Owwwwwwwwwwh, hellllpmmmmmphhhhh!!!" 

I tried shouting at the top of my voice, but Jay quickley hand gagged me. 

"I told you there's was no point in running!! You should have listened! You knew I was going to get you one way or another, but you still ran, despite my warnings!! I'm gonna have to go extra on the ropes, so this time I know you won't secape!!" 

"I'm going to gag you first, so you can't scream for help." 

"Wow, you thought of that all by yourself Jay?" 

I quickley remarked, before he grabbed a bandana and shoved it in my mouth, and knotted it very tightley in between my teeth!! He pulled it around the back of my head, and knotted it tight. He then grabbed my wrists, and pulled them behind me, tying them tohether with cotton rope. Then he got duct tape, and wraped layers around the rope, so I couldn't pick at the knots. 

"Crap!" I thought, I was hoping he wasn't going to do that!!! 

then, he did the same with my ankles. Tied them together, and wrapped layers of duct tape around the knots. He also did the same with my waist, and arms. I was tied too well, to even have a hope of trying to get out. I just groaned, through the very tight gag. 

"Ha ha, lets see you trying to get out of this one!!" 

I really hated the way Jay smiled!! 
He stood up, and jolted his head sideways, to admire his work. He laughed and began to walk out. 

Half way, he suddenley stopped, and stared back at me, and gave that evil grin!! 

"Hmmmmm, I wonder if I could find a feather around here somewhere!!" 

Oh god, someone help!! I am probably the most tickilish person in the world!!! And now it was going to be torture!! 

"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!!!" 

I groaned as loudley as I could!! 

"Oh, so we're tickilish then? I was just checking to make sure!!" 

Jay walked back around behind me, and began to untie my laces from my shoes. I immediatley began to squirm, but he managed to hold me down with one hand, and untie my shoes with the other. Like I said, he was very strong. He pulled off both my shoes and socks, and clasped his hands together. 

"Hmmmmmm, this is going to be fun!!!" 

I twisted, squirmed, squealed, you name it, anything, just to escape, but it was no use. The torture had begun...... 
 

So anyway, Jay took off my shoes and socks, and.... and.... 

"C'mon,!!" I thought!! "What is he doing? How come he hasn't tickled me yet????!!!!" 

Suddenley, I felt his fingers roll up and down slowley along my feet. 

"MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!" 

I don't think I ever laughed that much before!! My sides were killing me, and I was about to cry with laughter. I squirmed about everywhere!!! but there was no stopping him! He kept on torturing me for a while, then he'd stop. Then he'd suddenly start again, which would make me jump. The worst part was, that each time he stopped, I'd never know when he would start again!! He must have been doing this for about 15 mins altogether!!! When he stopped, I attempted the biggest sigh of relief through the gag. 

"Well, I hope you enjoyed that, and you can be sure, that's there's plenty more, if you so much as think of escaping!!" 

Suddenly, I heard Taylor's voice coming down the stairs. 

"Hey dude, what do you wan me to do with Ash?" 

Oh no! He got Ashley! Damn!! Why couldn't I have escaped sooner?!! 

"Just bring her down here, so she can have some company!!" 

"What the hell? how did she get up here?" 

Taylor looked real confused. 

"God, you ar lookin so finnnnnnne!!" I thought to myself, as he stared at me confused.

"She tried to escape, but I got her just in time!!" Jay gave me that evil grin once again, so I just glared at him!! 

"Here Tay, get me dad's office chair from the front room." 

Taylor came back with a small black leather office chair. It was one of those ones that swivels around. 

"I think I'm gonna tie her up sitting down for a change." Jay remarked. 

He untied my ankles, (I was still barefoot) and led me over to the chair. He ordered me to sit, but I wouldn't. 

"Do you wanna be tickled again?" 

I immediatley jumped on to the chair. 

"Hmmm, I didn't think so." 

"What you mean she's tickilish" Taylor smiled. 

"Yeah, really tickilish!" Jay laughed. 

Jay untied my wtists, and grabbed them behind the chair, while Taylor tied my ankles. Jay ended up doing the same as before. Wrapping duct tape around the knots, so I couldn't get out. They both stood up, and then walked out of the room up the stairs. As soon as they were gone, I began working on my bounds. It was no use. I couldn't get loose. 

Then, I heard them coming back downstairs again. But this time, they had Ashley. she was tied with her hands at her front, but her ankles weren't tied. She was gagged, but with layers of duct tape. As soon as we saw eachother, we started shouting, and screaming through the gags. Jay and Taylor, tied her ankles, and had her lying on her front on the couch. 

"Now we're going upstairs, and if we here a sound, we're gonna give you torture like you've never seen!!" 

They left, and as soon as they did, I pulled the chair over to the couch. I thought for a minute. Hang on! Ashley had no duct tape wrapped around the ropes!! Bingo!! If Ashley could get out, then I would be able to as well, cos she could free me!! 

Despite my gag, I tried to point out to Ashley that I couldn't escape, cos I had duct tape around the knots, but she didn't. Immediatley, she began picking at the knots, and it was easier, cos she could see what she was doing. She managed to get free, and as soon as she did. she untied me. 

We got up so slowley, and walked down to the basment. 

"Okay,(whispering) We're gonna be very quiet, so they don't catch us. We're gonna go up to you're room, and then quickley lock the door so they cant get in!" 

Even at whispering level, I thought my voice was too loud. 

"Erm, I don't know Jen, it sounds a bit risky to me!! What if they catch us? then they'll really torture us!!" 

"Don't worry!! as long as we don't make noise, we won't get caught! C'mon!" 

We slowley crept up the stairs, and into the hall at the top. I was very cautious of any sort of noise, or sound, apart from our breathing. Suddenly, my eyes darted forward, as I heard the creaking of the floorboards. Two seconds later, I heard the handle of Taylor's room opening. 

"Oh crap! Run!!!!!" 

I didn't care what level my voice was at anymore!! I just wanted to get out of there!!! 

I quickley ran into the hall closet, whick was thankfully empty, cos Ashley's dad had cleaned it out the previous weekend. I could hear footsteps running in different directions, but I didn't know who's feet they were coming from. 

I was really scared, and my heart was pounding like it is in the tense part of a horror movie!! The only sound I was making, was the noise of my breathing. I tried to stop, but, well, obviousley, I couldn't, unless I was suicidal!! 
I heard voices. 

"Where are they? They're gone!" 

"No don't worry, they cant have gone far!! We'll find them!!" 

I recognised that cold voice! It was Taylor who said the first thing, then Jay said the second! 

What was going to happen? Were they going to find me? I didn't know what to do!! I guess should just stay here until..........

Please finish the story about your friend kidnapping you!!! It is fantastic and i am dying to hear what happens next!

I got a clean sock and stuffed it tightly inside her mouth and taped her mouth shut she could only softly mpppmmpppphhhh mmmmphhhh. 

I tied her hands to an above beam in the outdoor area while she still had her hands tied behind her back stretching them very uncomfortably behind her making her bend forward into an arch, it would of been so torturing she was trying too scream in her gag but not much of a noise was coming out she was sweating very much i knew it was hurting her every time she tryed to move it made more pain. 

I laught and laughed and laughed and then turned the sprinkler on her for 30 minutes. I untied her the rope from the beam then hotgtied her tight on the trampoline and let the sprinkler on her again for another 30 minutes she was still trying too scream through her gagg. I then untied her from the hogtie and tied her legs to the trampoline bar with her hands still tied behind her back, i tipped the trampoline on its side tipping her upside down leaving her susspended for 15 minutes while she dried off. I then tipped her upright after a while then untied her legs, i left her hands tied behind her back took her inside then hogtied her on the floor for an hour i took photos of her struggling, then i removed her gag then untied her. she abused me and abused me and demanding she will get me back twice as bad. I said yeah yeah yeah. laughing at the rope burn she had. 

Amy please finish your story. Pretty please.... 

D is that all. If not please continue, if it is then thats awsome story. 

Secondly, is it just me or does anyone else think that Steve's story is unsuitable for Canuck's dreambook? Perhaps I am missing something, but the story did seem to go quite a long way beyond a tying-up game and became very mean-spirited. If I am wrong then I apologise, but my interpretation of what was going on certainly "left a bad taste in my mouth".

Please folks, let's keep this site for tying-up games as Canuck intended. A site already exists for stories of mean tricks involving bondage (that site is linked on my site).

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Merry Xmas every1!!!!! 

Inside the box i lost all track of time .... i think i even fell asleep for a bit .... 
though it was dark and a very tight quarters ... i did not panic because i knew i could trust robin .... 
after awhile i heard her alarm go off ... and i then realized that she put me in here so she could sleep without fear of my escaping in the night or turning the tables on her .... 
i have too admit though that the rest of the experience went by in kinda a dreamlike way ... the most i remember are the highlights which follows .... 
after awhile i heard the lock being removed and the door was openned the light was abit hard to adjust too at first ... the first thing robin did was get me out of the box and alowed me to stand with my legs freed ... i noticed that i was wet with sweat from this experience and that my mouth was extremely dry ... 
her first course of action was to get me to her shower where i was tied hands above my head to a metal bar above the shower door where towels were kept .... needless to say we bathed that morning together and that is all you need to know .... ;P 
after the shower she brought me a drink of water and then retied me to her bed with my arms and legs spread to the four corners .... i was secured there face down so she could give me a massage .... 
god i really needed that ..... nuff said there too ;)~ 
after the massage i was tied to a chair .... my arms secured behind me at the wrists and elbows .... my ankles and knees were attached to the chair legs and i was tied with rope around my waist from hips to chest ... i was gaged again with the ball/collar thing and left to sit there for the remaining 6 hours that were left of my adventure .... 
at the end of it i was given shorts and shoes/flipflops .... by my friend so i could get home without embarrassment ... and i was released at 545 ... and this ended my kidnapping adventure ... hope you all liked it as much as i did 

Second, this story is the continuation of my last story, the Island Adventure which I posted last September. Most of you guys whom have been following this forum since May know me and my stories well enough, so I feel I don't need an introduction. So here goes. For those of you are not familiar, just read my previous stories to understand, or ask me instead. 

So here's my story. Hope you enjoy it.

Last time, Angela requested and received permission from my brother to join us in our island trip. Frank and I, however, suspected a ‘sinister’ plan afoot, and we tried to persuade Angela not to join us. We then resorted to brute force when she refused to be dissuaded by our pleas, however. We tied her up in our room. But with Barney’s help, she was able to free herself and change fast enough to be able to join us before we embarked. She then threatened to spill the beans on our prank and hoped that we would win the game on the island, or else… 

Well, we were able to get David, but after that, our lack ran out. Andrew, Robert and Jerry captured all of us, and we lost as a result. And now, because we lost, we must either face Angela’s wrath, or face the wrath of my Dad and Andrew if she blew the whistle of us. It’s clear what choice we have to take, for in our minds, what she had planned for us would far be better than to be scolded by our parents for our gross unfairness. 

“Well, since we lost, it looks like you still owe me. Prepare yourselves, boys, for what I have planned for you is harder than what you have experienced in the past!” Angela said. 

“Bring it on! Just bring it on!” I boasted. “I can take it all!” Frank also made essentially the same boasts. But inwardly, I gulped when I heard what she said, for when she makes threats, like my older brother, she generally carries it out. She is a determined young lady, and she has the patience and tenacity to do what is necessary to achieve what she wants, and she usually gets what she want. I consider her better than most boys, looking at it retrospectively thirty-six year later while glancing back at my diaries, except of course Andrew, who I deem her equal and in some cases better than Angela. But of course, when I was a boy, my attitude was that any boy was better than even the best of the girls. Still, even with this attitude, I still am a little nervous about what she had planned, especially in view of previous encounters. (Most of those experiences are in the spring. In the summer, we were either allies or she was not part of our games at all, up to this point anyway.) 

Andrew and I declared a truce between our camps for the rest of the morning so we can peacefully explore the island. We explored until about noon, when we ate lunch at the boat. Our Dads, having caught enough fish to satisfy themselves, decided to go home early. 

The fishing vessel left the vicinity of the island at about 1:00 P.M. Frank and I were on the hold of the boat by ourselves telling tall tales to each other when all of a sudden, Angela approached us. 

“Hi Angela!” I greeted. 

“Let’s get to the point, shall we?” Angela said. “Well, we lost, so you know what that means. Boys, I just learned that Andy and the rest of the boys will explore the mountains all afternoon, and your parents and the rest of the kids will go swimming in the lake. Now, what I want you to do is just stay in the house. Make any excuse; just make sure you two are alone in the house this afternoon. Is that clear?” 

It was crystal clear. We both nodded. 

“Well, as soon as you are in the house, wait for me in the living room. Oh yes, prepare all the needed materials. No funny business, or else I’ll blow the whistle on you, okay?” 

We both nodded. 

“What have you planned for us?” I asked. 

“You’ll see. You’ll see.” Angela replied. “But if I were you, I would enjoy your last moments of freedom!” Angela then left us to wonder and contemplate what she meant. Her instructions to us were clear, however. It’s just that we don’t know what’s in store for us, and the suspense is killing us. 

“I wonder what she has planned for us?” I asked. 

“Search me? I just hope it would not be hard!” Frank answered. 

Well, as soon as we arrived, Andrew and the rest of the gang proposed that we go mountain climbing. We excused ourselves, saying that we wanted to stay home and just play chess and other board games. Andrew then said something to the effect of “You’re going to miss the fun!” but we stood our ground and declined to join them. Of course, we have our real reasons why we wanted to stay in the house. 

And as Angela said, Mom and the others are already at the shore swimming. Dad and Uncle Richard immediately went home, stored the fish in the freezer, changed into swimming outfits and joined our Mom. Frank and I, to everyone’s surprise, declined, stating that we rather spend the afternoon at home. 

So Frank and I were left alone that beautiful Saturday afternoon on the house. We decided to prepare the materials and play chess to pass the time while waiting for my sister’s best friend. We, for some reason, decided not to talk upon our impending disaster until that fateful hour. 

We were so absorbed in our game that we barely noticed her arrival at about 1:30 in the afternoon. I have already won a game and am in the process of losing another one when she approached us. 

“Hi boys!” she greeted. “Hope you haven’t forgotten me!” 

“As a matter of fact we haven’t, have we Tom?” Frank answered. 

“Nope.” I said. “But could we finish our game first.” 

“Sure! Why not?” Angela smirked. 

Well, soon after, Frank unleashed a series of moves that devastated my chances of winning. Soon, I was checkmated and was forced to give up the game. 

“Checkmate!” Frank said, and I have no choice but to give up. I lost. 

“Well, since you lost, Tom, let’s start with you.” Angela proposed. I reluctantly accepted. Angela then took a piece of rope from the pile we prepared. I put my hands behind my back and crossed it and positioned it palm-to-palm. She soon began wrapping the rope around my wrist. She soon cinched it and knotted it off. I tested the ropes. As always, her knots held and unless I get help, I was stuck. 

She then took a longer rope and wrapped it around my waists. After wrapping it several times, she cinched it and knotted it off, then as usual, tied the loose ends to my wrists. 

“Now, sit down!” she commanded. I did as I was told. She removed my shoes and socks, then crossed my ankles and tightly tied it. She finished by tying my knees. All this time, Frank was sitting on the sofa, reading some of the scattered comic books. 

“Now Frank, it’s your turn.” Angela said after tying me up. 

“Now? You sure tie faster than usual!” Frank commented. 

“Well, a little practice makes perfect!” Angela smugly replied. 

“Hey, you haven’t gagged him yet!” Frank complained after seeing me. 

“Oh come here!” Angela said. “I’ll gag him later!” 

“Hey, I thought you aren’t gagging me?” I asked. 

“Are you serious?!” Angela shot back. “Tie-ups wouldn’t be complete without gagging, would they?” 

“I suppose you’re right!” I said, being in the position that would make any protest useless. 

Angela took another length of rope from our pile and directed Frank to put his hands behind his back crossed and palm-to-palm. Angela then wrapped the rope vertically then horizontally several times each before cinching it and knotting it off. By the looks of it, we aren’t going anywhere before Angela or anybody else would untie us. Oh boy! Angela then pinned his wrists to his back in the same manner she pinned my wrists to my back. She finished by directing Frank to sit on the couch as I did. There, she removed his shoes and socks and tied his crossed ankles and knees. 

All this reminds me of a similar time during one of my spring adventures when Frank and I let Angela tie us up because…well…we were curious. We were in much favorable circumstance, being that we let ourselves be tied by Angela voluntarily. The very same Angela tied us with my sister as her helper, in a wonderful Thursday afternoon in her house after school. Now, Angela also tied Frank and me in almost the same circumstance. The only difference is the time and place, of course, the absence of Betty, and the almost zero chance Angela’s younger brother Henry would interfere in our behalf as he did during that Thursday afternoon, and of course, unlike that game, we don’t have a choice. 

Anyway, took one of my socks and rolled it up. 

“By the way, how long do you plan to keep us tiedmmmppphhhhh?” Angela shoved a sock up my mouth before I could finish my very important question. 

“What’s that?” Angela said. “Sorry I didn’t get it, could you repeat it for me?” Angela mocked right before slapping my mouth with duct tape. I just mmppphhh, trying to repeat the question but with the gag, I just didn’t make any sense. OH boy! I should’ve inquired how long we would be tied up. 

“Sorry, I don’t know what mmmppphhh means.” Angela mocked, then laughed. 

Frank was next. Angela picked up another piece of Frank’s socks and wadded it up. 

“Could you gag me with another gag. That gag is disgustmmppphhhhhh!” Well, Angela did it again. She gagged another boy with a sock while he was talking. Anyway, Angela soon taped Frank’s mouth with duct tape. She then stood in front of us. 

“Now I’m going to teach you boys not to pick on helpless little girls like me!” Angela wickedly said. Helpless! You have got to be kidding, I told myself. She then began a tickle offensive that lasted a full twenty minutes (with breaks of course). With her left hand tickling me, and her right hand tickling Frank, she tickled us for twenty minutes (with breaks of course). I being extremely ticklish soon broke out laughing and laughing and laughing. Frank, being slightly less ticklish than I was, soon followed, and soon we were laughing, screaming, shouting, which came out as mmppphhhsss. We soon were struggling, and very nearly accidentally kicked Angela. She however, managed to stay clear of our foot, and she continued to tickle us unmolested. Five minutes later, with no breaks to help me, I soon burst into tears. My face was by this time red and I was still laughing my head off. Frank took longer to tear up but after about eight minutes, burst into tears. 

She stopped after twenty minutes, but by that time, we were so exhausted. We were breathing heavily through our noses, and were covered with sweat. Our hair was by this time disheveled, partly because it was wet with sweat, partly because we messed it up by rubbing it against the sofa. However, it was not enough to cause us to pee on our pants. It was now two o’clock in the afternoon. 

“Don’t go anywhere!” she said, telling that old cliché. She then went upstairs. 

Frank and I looked at each other but we’re too tired to laugh or to untie each other’s knots. We hoped that we would be untied after this, but knowing Angela, we knew this was not to be. Ten minutes later, she arrived bringing with her two thick fur coats. I don’t know where she got it, but she got it nonetheless. She laid it down on the sofa, and to my surprise, untied my wrists but did not remove the rope from my waist nor did she remove my gag or undid the ropes on my knees. She did however, retied my ankles so it would not anymore be crossed. She then helped my feet, and gave me one of the fur coats. 

“Wear this!” she commanded. I complained, but she insisted. I reluctantly wore it, and to my surprise, it was a perfect fit. It reached to my knees and it is a perfect coat for winter. It traps heat, keeping the person wearing it warm. But in a hot Sunday afternoon on summer, wearing it would be pure torture. Anyway, as soon as I was able to wear it, Angela took my hands, twisted it so that both of them would behind my back, and retied my wrists behind my back. She then buttoned the coat. 

She then proceeded with Frank. She did exactly the same thing to Frank as she did to me, and soon Frank was wearing a fur coat in the middle of a summer afternoon. Like me, Frank’s hands were tied behind his back at the wrists. 

Angela then hopped Frank and me to a closed a small storage room. There, she made us sit on the floor back to back where she tied us together. Now, the storage room has no windows, was stuffy and has very high humidity. To top it off, Angela then raised the temperature of the thermostat. It wasn’t much, probably only about two degrees, but it was torture nonetheless. It was like an oven. It was like being in the hottest part of the Sahara Desert at the middle of summer at high noon. Oh we sweat and sweat! Angela left us for about five minutes. Ordinarily, it would be an extremely short time, but in our circumstance, it was five minutes of hell, almost literally. It was five minutes that seemed to last forever, the longest five minutes of my life up to that time. Anyway, she soon returned, separated us and hopped us out of the storage room from hell. She soon untied our hands and removed the coats from our bodies. She then retied our hands behind our backs.

“That’s enough of that!” she remarked. “Well, who wants to cool off?” Both of us, who were covered with sweat, nodded and mmmpphhhhed. 

“Okay then, I’m going to untie you, and both of you go to your room to change.” Angela instructed. “Now I want both of you to be shirtless and be only on your boxers, understand?” 

Both of us nodded. “Well, I’m giving you twenty minutes to change. And no funny business, or else?” She untied us and we hurried into our rooms. There, we discussed what happened. 

“Oh I’m gonna get her!” Frank said to me as soon as we reached our room. 

“Yea. But you have to admit, she’s good at this!” I replied. 

“Yup.” Frank said. “She’s so darn good!” 

“Well, I suggest we get our revenge maybe after a week or two, so that her card would be useless or much weaker.” I proposed. 

“Yup. But let’s make it a bit longer, a month or so would be good. It would make sure soften the blow of her blowing the whistle on us.” Frank countered. 

I wanted to get my revenge on her much earlier, whatever the consequences, but yielded to Frank on that point. Anyway, we spent the rest of the twenty minutes talking to each other. We agreed that our experience in the last quarter hour was uncomfortable, but surprisingly, we also agreed that it was quite fun. 

We removed our shirts and pants for only about two minutes. We were actually amazed at the length of time she allotted to us, considering the relatively short time it took us to change to what she preferred to. I guess a girls’ and a boys’ time in changing clothes is much, much different. 

Anyway, as soon as we popped out of the door, who should be waiting for us than the redheaded Angela? She was leaning on the wall opposite our door. Beside her is a bag, which, I should have guessed, contains rope, duct tape and other tie-up paraphernalia. She was whistling a happy tune, the exact tune, I don’t remember (When I talk of forgetting or didn’t remember, I mean I didn’t record it in my diary. Most of the details here I long forgot in my memory, but my diary refreshes them every time I write a story), and her brown eyes were fixed on the door. Anyway, she soon stopped whistling as soon as she saw us. 

“Don’t worry boys.” Angela assured us. “I wouldn’t repeat what I did to you just a while ago for the rest of this afternoon. Now, since Tom was first a while ago, Frank goes first, OK?” 

Both of us agreed to the proposition. Frank stepped forward and presented his hands to be tied at the back. Angela crossed it, and tied it palms out. (We were expert tiers at this stage that we could tie hands palms out without cutting off the circulation or making it too loose, as I explained a couple of weeks ago to PH. But we still use the crossed and palm-to-palm most frequently out of habit.) She then took a longer rope, tied it around his waist several times, cinched it and knotted it off, and tied the loose ends to his wrists. She then took a clean white folded handkerchief and shoved it on Frank’s mouth. She then took a long piece of cloth about four inches wide, and thick, and was tied across the mouth between the teeth. She then tied a second piece of thick and side cloth over his mouth. 

“Your turn.” she told me. My hands were tied behind my back crossed and palm-to-palm. She then secured my wrists to my waist in the same manner as was Frank’s. I was also gagged the same way. If we would be graded for originality or creativity in tie-up methods, we all would probably get an “F” for we always used conventional ways of tying people up, except on rare occasions. We would always find the most effective way, and having found it, would stick to it until it doesn’t work anymore. 

It was now about two-thirty. We were marched by Angela to the backyard, where she tied both of us to two separate metal poles. She then took the hose. 

“Well, you said you wanted to cool off, right?” We mmmphhhh and shook our heads, trying in vain to forestall the inevitable, but soon, we were drenched with cold water from head to toe. Well, to tell the truth, in the warm sun, it was actually comfortable, kinda like going for a swim. The only thing that made it unpleasant aside from the ropes and gags is the pressure from the hose. But we actually felt refreshed. Angela left us after about ten minutes. We tried to escape, but she tied us too well, and we miserably failed. She soon returned after another ten minutes. 

“I’m going to untie you. Now, I want you two to change into dry clothes.” I’m going to your room after twenty minutes, so you better be changed by then, or else?” 

We both nodded. What else could we do? We then were untied and we rushed off to our rooms, and soon we were changed. I was wearing gray slacks and a white T-shirt, while Frank was wearing jeans and a black shirt. And as promised, she entered the room at about twenty minutes later, at about 3:10 p.m. 

“Ready boys?” she asked. 

“Of course we are!” Frank boasted. 

“In that case, you go first.” Angela replied, pointing to me. “Now, turn around and put you hands behind your back.” I did as I was told and Angela tied my hands crossed and palms out. Again, she tied it expertly so that it would not be tight enough to cut off circulation but not loose enough so as to prevent any effective way at escape. She then tied a long rope around my waist several times before cinching it and knotted it off, tying the loose ends to my wrists. 

“Now, go to the bed!” she commanded. We were both barefoot, so I had no problem going to the bed. Now, at bed, she tied my crossed ankles, and my knees and then connected my ankles to each one of the bedposts, securing me to the bed. She then took a sock, rolled it up. “Open wide!” 

I reluctantly obeyed, and then she inserted the sock in my mouth. It made my mouth bulge. She then duct taped several strips over my mouth to complete my gag. 

“Now Frank, go up the bed!” Frank then went to the second story of our double bed. Angela followed. I didn’t see how Angela tied Frank, but he was probably tied exactly the same way as I was. Ten minutes later, Angela emerged from the double bed. She looked at us, apparently satisfied. 

“Don’t go anywhere! I’ll be back!” she said. Angela then went to our drawer, took the key to our room, and darted out, and locked the door. 

I immediately began to struggle. But, needless to say, it was an exercise in futility. She tied us too well for me to gain any slack from my struggling. I mmpphhhh, trying to communicate with Frank, but Frank was also gagged, and all that we managed to bring out are several mmmpppphhhhsssss, which was completely unintelligible. After about thirty minutes of intense but useless struggling, we gave up, and I decided to relax on the bed and try to be as comfortable as possible. I hummed several tunes, and Frank also hummed. We hummed several nursery rhymes, plus several famous songs, like When Johnny Comes Marching Home, , The Star Spangled Banner, Yankee Doodle and other such songs. Soon, we tired ourselves out, and at about four, I fell asleep. 

It was strange when I woke up. I first thougth of stretching, but I was forcefully reminded that I was tied up. I soon was just laid on the bed, my eyes roving around the room. It was late afternoon, was still bright, and a bit warm. I mmmpphhhh, and a Frank responded with a mmmmppphhhhhh. We were both awake. I then lied on the bed for about a few minutes more. For some reason, I didn’t bother looking at the clock for the first few minutes, even though it is within my range of vision. And when I did, it was about seven-thirty. We’ve been in this position for approximately four hours! I struggled again, and as usual, it was tied too competently. 

Ten minutes later, I heard a click from the door. Soon the door opened, and Angela entered. 

“Dinner is almost ready.” she announced, then untied my wrists. “You can do the rest.” she then returned the key to the drawer and went out of the room. I soon untied the rest of myself, then went up and untied Frank. 

We went down just in time for dinner. Our parents and the other boys asked where we had been, and we answered that we were tired that morning so we decided to rest the rest of the afternoon. They bought it, and there was no further discussion on the matter. 

We wanted revenge, but practical considerations and Frank’s insistence tell us to get our revenge after a month. But it was so long a time, that when the month came, we completely forgot about it! And so ends our attempts of revenge. Anyway, we played another game tomorrow, Sunday, after church. What adventure was that? Oh yeah, Frank did attempt a revenge on that day but it turned out to be a complete fiasco. Read the next part and find out! 
 

During the last game, Frank and I let Angela tie us up us her price for not ratting on us for what we did. First she tickled us, then left us in a very hot place literally, then soaked us with water, then left us alone in our room. 

It was Sunday morning. As usual, we got up early so we could go to church. For church we all wore our Sunday coat and tie. We wore trousers, a white shirt, a vest, a coat, a hat and of course the tie. Since all the boys and men practically wore the same thing, we never objected to wearing them. Anyway, our story begins after church. 

It was about ten when the service ended. Our parents planned to lunch at a neighbor’s house. Since it was two hours away, our Dad let us older kids to play and go whenever we want, “Just show up at their house at twelve wearing what you’re wearing now!” So it was clear that we have to wear our Sunday clothes while we played. 

We slowly walked home, discussing what to do when we get home. Most of the proposed activities were clearly ruled out, however, for they would soil our clothes. Anyway, I discovered a pathway branching off the main road we were walking, which so intrigued me that I wanted to explore it. 

“Let’s explore it!” I proposed. 

“Not in this clothes we’re not!” my sister Betty, who also is in her Sunday best, defiantly said. She, Angela, Maggie and Nancy were wearing dresses so unfit for such an activity as going through the forest and exploring a pathway. 

“Then don’t!” I replied. I was wearing dark brown coat, vest, pants and tie and hat, leather shoes, which would not as much hinder me, in contrast to what the girls were wearing at least. “Anyway, I’m still going. Who’s going with me?” 

“I’ll go!” my cousin Donald volunteered, who like all of us boys, was dressed like me, in coat, vest, tie and matching pants, the only difference is the color, which is gray. 

“Oh well, birds of the same feather flock together!” Donald’s sister Maggie mocked. 

“I’ll go with you!” Andrew (who looks like he came from a funeral because of his all black attire, except for his shirt of course) said. 

“You two Andy?” Angela said. 

“Yup!” was my brother’s reply. 

Anyway, Frank, Robert, Jerry, David and the girls soon went home, while the three of us went further exploring. Anyway, we haven’t gotten far when the path becomes so enmeshed in vegetation as to make the path a dead end that we decided to abandon our enterprise and go home instead. We laughed at ourselves at that. We would have braved the vegetation, but our Sunday clothes ruled it out. 

Anyway, we soon arrived home at about 10:30 am. We opened the front door and I, followed by Donald and I. But, as soon as I entered, two boys tackled me. Not surprisingly, it was David and Robert, both still wearing their coat and ties and hats. 

“What the…” a surprised Donald said, but even before he finished his sentence, Jerry grabbed him. Andrew at first was dazed at what was happening, but quickly snapped out of it and helped Jerry grab Donald. Soon, we were lying on the floor with David tying my hands behind my back, wrists crossed and palm-to-palm and my brother is tying Donald’s hands, which were also crossed and palm-to-palm. 

“Not again!” I complained. 

“Yeah, what are you doing?” Donald asked, although we already knew the reason. 

“We just want to win another game!” Robert replied. 

“Yup! You won six times in a row, and if you could do it, so can we!” David said. 

“Where’s Frank and Angela?” 

“Oh you’ll join them soon enough!” Jerry answered. David then took a clean white handkerchief, and shoved it to my mouth. He sealed it by duct taping my mouth a couple of times. Jerry and Andrew also gagged Donald similarly, although they used a sock instead of a handkerchief to stuff Donald’s mouth. 

“Wow! Who thought of this?” Andrew asked after they gagged us. 

“Well, we decided to tie them up while we were going home soon after we separated.” David said. “And lo and behold, we succeeded.” 

“And the girls?” my brother asked. 

“Angela is tied up with Frank.” David answered. “The rest of the girls are upstairs, doing whatever girls are supposed to do.”

“How did you get the girls to go along with you?” Andrew asked. 

“Well, Angela had a big fight with the rest of the girls a couple of days ago.” Robert explained. “They were only too glad to cooperate so that they can see Angela tied up!” 

“And who among you thought about this whole scheme?” Andrew asked. 

“Robert did!” Jerry said, pointing to his older brother. 

That conversation told me that Andrew wasn’t in on the scheme, and he was genuinely surprised that his teammates made an attack on us without him knowing. Anyway, as soon as we were tied up, they made us stand on our feet again. Andrew then took our hats—which was swept off our heads—and returned them into our heads. They then wrapped rope several times around our waists, cinched it and knotted it off, tying the loose ends to our wrists. They then walked us to the basement door, and into the basement. 

Well, what I saw in the basement did not surprise me at all. Frank and Angela were tied back to back. Their hands are tied behind their back. On how the hands were tied I don’t know. But whatever it is, it sure was effective. They were tied together at the elbows and at the waist. They were sitted on a stool, and with their ankles were tied at the legs of the stool. They were gagged with scarves tied over their mouth. Presumably, their mouths were also stuffed. They mmmppphhed when they saw us. 

“How nice of you that you were able to wait for us!” David mocked, and laughed. 

“Mmmmmpppphhhhhhh!!!” Angela said through the gag. Her eyes glared at my brother and his friends. It was a kind of glare that could kill. Frank just looked at them like he was going to kill. 

Donald and I were sitted on the couch back to back with our legs and feet resting on the side of the couch. They then tied us together at the elbows and at the waist, same as with Angela and Frank. They then tied our knees and ankles. Finally, they took a long rope, tied one end of it to a hook on the ceiling above us, pulled it tight, and tied the other end to our waist. 

“That’ll make sure they don’t hop around!” Jerry remarked. 

Andrew, Robert, Jerry and David soon left. As always, we struggled, but after a few minutes, gave up. Frank had long ago given up, while Angela kept struggling in her pretty Sunday Dress. She was, however, careful enough not to rock the stool that they were sitting on. She gave up a little while later. 

So we just sat where we are, trying to communicate to each, although the mmmppphhhsss were just unintelligible. Frank started humming some tune, but was nudged by Angela, and he stopped. We just were waiting for them to return. 

About twenty minutes after they left us, and long after we have given up our struggles, a boy about seven entered through the other entrance. He was wearing a coat, and a tie. He was wearing a hat, but when he faced us, it was unmistakably Benjamin, or Ben, Donald’s younger brother. He seems surprised at seeing us. 

“What are you guys doing all tied up?” he idiotically asked us. 

We mmmpphhhhh at the stupid question, and groaned at the boy’s incredulity. We gestured him to untie us. But he seems not to understand, or pretended not to. 

“You guys go on playing. I have to get something.” We mmmppphhhh louder. He was about to leave when he turned around. 

“Oh, if you want me to untie you or remove your gags, just say so properly so I could understand. Mmmmmpphhhhh, groaning and struggling doesn’t count. You must say it with words. But since you can’t, too bad!” We glared at the brat with murderous eyes, not wanting to believe what he was saying. He grinned, and left. 

Damn brat! I began thinking of ways to get back at him for his smart aleck comments he gave when we most needed him. Donald at my side seem to twitch violently, angry no doubt with his little brother. 

But all was not lost, for a few moments later, Ben came darting back with large scissors in his fingers. I was heartened when I saw it. The brat wasn’t so bad after all! But, we soon learned that it was not free of charge. 

“Just kidding!” Ben happily said as he ran over us. “But what do I get in return.” 

We just mmmppphhhhed at groaned at him, unable to communicate at our situation. 

“I know! Each of you give me one dollar, okay?” He looked at us, and seeing that I had no choice, I nodded. I nudged Donald, who reluctantly agreed to pay a dollar to his little brother. Ben looked at Frank, who after hesitating for a while, nodded. Angela soon nodded too. 

“Promise?” 

We all nodded. 

“Yippee!” he jumped and yelled, though the yell is soft so that our captors outside would not hear him. He promptly began cutting the ropes on me first. Soon afterwards, my entire upper body, wrists and mouth included, was free. 

“Where’s my dollar?” 

“Here!” I grabbed my wallet and quickly pulled out a dollar and gave it to Ben. 

“Thanks! I’ve got to go now, but give me the remaining three bucks later, OK?” 

“Okay Ben.” 

The little tyke then scampered off and disappeared. I then untied Donald’s wrists. 

“I can’t believe I have to pay that brat a dollar!” Donald whined after removing his gag. 

“Quit complaining. At least we’re free.” 

Anyway, I soon was completely free and went to untie Frank. I first removed his gag then his wrists. I was about to untie Angela’s wrists when Frank yanked my arm and shook his head then winked. I understood immediately and instead helped Frank untie the rest of his body. 

Frank then proceeded to untie Angela’s ankles. I was at first confused but then Frank winked at him. He was planning something for Angela—I knew it. But what? 

He soon untied her feet and ankles, and then proceeded to untie her wrist. But… 

“Tom, do you know where Ben put that scissors. I can’t untie these damn knots!” 

“But these knots aren’t that—” I was nudged again by Frank who again winked at him. I still don’t know what he’s planning but I got a feeling that it would involve Angela remaining tied up and gagged. 

“Let me give it a try!” I proposed, frightening Frank. I purposely fumbled the knots. 

“You’re right. Now, where are those damned scissors?” 

Donald gave us a what are you doing look and was about to say something when Frank winked at him and he decided to go along. 

“I think the scissors are over there.” Donald said and pulled Frank and I towards a spot in the basement out of earshot of Angela. 

“What the hell are you two up to?!” Donald whispered. 

“I don’t know. Ask Frank here.” I whispered back. We both looked at Frank. 

“Okay guys. Tom and I would like to have revenge on Angela for what she did to us 

It became clear to me now. 

“But I thought you said you wanted to wait for a month!” I whispered. 

“Well, I changed my mind.” 

“But—” I was cut off by Donald. 

“What the hell is going on here?” Donald demanded, still in whispers. 

“It’s a long story.” 

“Guys, please play along. I’ve got the whole situation under control.” Frank pleaded. 

“And how do we do that?” Donald sternly asked. 

“Just make sure Angela’s hands remained tied at the back and to her waist.” Frank replied. 

Donald and I nodded, and resumed our “search” for the missing scissors. Donald soon found it but Frank took it and hit it somewhere. Then he said aloud: 

“Where are those damn scissors?” Frank said to us loudly so it could be heard by the Angela but not by my brother or his friends upstairs. 

Angela seemed to get impatient that she stood (her legs and ankles were free) and walked towards us and mmmppphhh loudly to us. 

“But Angela, we couldn’t untie your hands if we wanted to if we don’t find those blasted scissors.” I said. 

She glared at us. But she kept mmmpphhhhing. Donald decided to remove her gag, which earned Frank’s dirty look. 

“Sorry about that!” Donald apologized. Angela surely would have shouted at us had not Donald put his finger on her lips and said: 

“Don’t shout! Do you want them to hear us?” 

That seemed to calm her down. 

“Why couldn’t you untie me?” Angela asked. 

“Because we can’t untie their complicated knots and we can’t find the scissors Ben used on us. The other scissors are upstairs, where Andrew, David and the others are!” I replied in a low voice. 

“Okay, but how then could we capture them if I’m all tied up?” Angela asked. 

“That’s it! We could use Angela as bait to lure in those suckers!” Frank suddenly said. 

“But mmppphhhhh!” Before Angela could finish her protest, Frank shoved a sock in her mouth, while I quickly tied a scarf around her mouth. “Sorry, but it’s the only way!” Frank happily said. She struggled for a moment, but gave in. 

We placed her in the a chair that is facing the stairs leading to the living room and tied her to it so that she would be first seen by Andrew and his friends when they arrived. We tied her legs and ankles. We then hid under the stairs so that we could grab them from behind. Because Angela was tied up still as bait, we were outnumbered four to three. We just hoped that they wouldn’t come all at once. 

We waited, yet not one came down. Donald soon said that he has to go to the bathroom, and exited the basement through the door from outside. (There were two doors leading to the basement—one from the living room, and the other to the outside). Ten minutes later, we were still waiting, and neither Donald nor our captors went back. Angela, who was tied for about an hour and a half straight, was getting impatient. We were worried, for what if our captors returned without Donald. We would be outnumbered two to one. Yet sadly, this was exactly what happened. 

Anyway, about 11:45 a.m., Donald still has not arrived, but two boys entered the basement and climbed down the stairs. It was David and Jerry. We were both relieved that they hadn’t come all at once. David and Jerry seemed surprised to see Angela in her new position that they rushed towards her. At a given signal, Frank and I jumped those two. We did, but a second later, Andrew and Robert came down and yanked us from David and Jerry. We knew right then and there that we were defeated once again. 

“Damn it!” I cursed. Frank and I then raised our hands in surrender. Our captors just smiled and tied us up without saying a word. Our hands were tied behind our backs, palm to palm, and to our waist, and we were tied in the couch like we were before, minus the rope to the ceiling. We then were gagged like before. 

Andrew and Robert then left, only to return with a bound and gagged Donald with them. His arms were tied behind him, and his mouth gagged with duct tape. He soon was sat on another couch were Jerry tied his ankles. 

“Well, since its nearly noon, we would only tickle you for five minutes!” Andrew announced, then without warning tickled us mercilessly for a full five minutes. We laughed and laughed and laughed in the longest five minutes in history. 

Anyway, after the tickling, they soon untied all of us, including Angela. I could see from Frank’s eyes that whatever he was planning was ruined by our defeat. We straightened our clothes—we were still wearing our Sunday best—that were a bit ruffled by our activity. Andrew and David returned our hats, which we wore, and all of us—Frank, Angela, Andrew, David, Nancy, Betty, Maggie (the three girls were upstairs the whole time, chatting, giggling, playing dolls the entire time), Robert, Jerry, Donald and me went to the picnic area where our parents were waiting. (Ben already was there). 

“What took you guys so long?” I asked my brother. 

“Well, we were playing cards, and we forgot the time, and when we remembered, we saw Donald outside, so we captured him first.” Andrew explained. 

Donald then pulled me and Frank and asked what happened to his plan for revenge. Frank said that it was ruined when we lost the game, and since none of us wanted to divulge our plans to Angela, we just let it go. Donald and I were angry, and we blamed Frank for our defeat. Plus, each of us lost a dollar just for nothing. But, all in all, it was fun nonetheless. 

So it was that we lost another game. Frank and I decided to wait for a month before getting our revenge on Angela, but as I said, we completely forgot! Andrew, David, Robert and Jerry teased as again for losing, but as usual, we promised revenge. 

Anyway, we were going to leave Vermont and go home, but we played one last game before we left. As always, read the next part and find out! 

The reason I do not put my address in this dreambook is because it is far too easy for spammers to search the page and leech all of the email addresses. My email address on my web page has been "blinded" with garbage which a human can easily edit out but which should cause a "spambot" to record a nonexistent address.

If anyone is interested, I have finally gained permission to place "Interrogation 101" on my site. You can find it under Other Stories - Adult Stories. Note that stories in the Adult Stories section of my site are not suitable for Canuck's site, so I will not be posting them here.

Still Richard's #1 fan regardless :-)

You earlier asked about handcuffs. You can do a Google Search or look for them on eBay. I got both a regular police set as well as timed release cuffs there. 

Richard UK: 

I am also pleased to see you are back. Few people have or had the cadre of trusted tiers you had with the opportunities to practice and improve as well as learn from others. Your writing abilites also put you in high esteem. 

Do you have any of the details you were in the dark on concerning initiations from the point of view of the initiator instead of the initiatee? 

While you were still tied but degagged, you quoted Mike as saying, "It may have escaped your notice ..." I find it difficult to believe a young teen would normally say something like that (of course, I'm not British ). I can imagine Mike using his most proper and aristocratic accent to say that and anyone not laughing at your statement would certainly be laughing at his response to it.

“Oh no Staci, you’re not getting off that easy!” Nicole said as she tackled the little brunette & started to tickle her body. Staci started to playfully scream as I quickly covered her mouth. Nicole was relentless as she worked Staci’s tanned legs. 

“You’re going to be sorry you joined the enemy! But I’ll go easy on you if you do us a favor” 

I took my hand away from her mouth & Staci looked at both of us. 

“What is it?” she asked as she caught her breath 

“Call Katrina & get her over here” Nicole said as she went back to tickling her 

“Why?”She said between squeals 

“Why do you think?” I added as I covered her mouth once again. “Well?” 

Staci nodded her head & Nicole let her up. Just then we heard a knock on the front door. 

“Angie, get that. I’ll tie up our prisoner” 

I looked at Nicole. She didn’t seem to care if it was somebody important, almost daring in a way. 
I went downstairs. I then peeked out the peephole on the door. I didn’t know who to expect, but it was Katrina! I guess she had decided to come on over anyhow. Finally the luck was going our way. I quickly answered the door. 

“Come on in Katrina” I said. She was dressed in a T-shirt, red shorts & flip-flops. 

“Hi Angie, is Staci here?” 

“Why yes, she’s upstairs” 

I led the unsuspecting blonde upstairs & into Nicole’s room. Katrina did a double take as she saw Staci sitting against Nicole’s bed. Her hands tied behind her, her ankles tied. Her mouth was gagged with a red bandana that Nicole had tied tightly between her teeth. 
Staci was more than a willing captive, but if Katrina wasn’t, she didn’t show it. She probably accepted the we tie/you tie philosphy. In fact the last month, it really came down to which one our groups were more creative on capturing the other one. As for Staci, her loyalty was about to be put to a test. 

“Hello Katrina!” Nicole shouted as she stuffed a wad of cloth into her mouth & then taking an another red bandana, finished the cleave gag by tying it tightly through her teeth. We put Katrina on the floor next to Staci. Nicole then tied her hands behind her back, while I bound her ankles together.

“There!” Nicole said “Now, who wants to be first?” 

“I think Staci,” I said as I bent down & looked at her bare feet. I then gave them a little tickle. Staci squealed as she squirmed next to Katrina. Nicole then kneeled besides Katrina. 

“How about Katrina?” She said laughingly as she went over Katrina’s bound feet with her fingernails. The young girl squealed & squirmed as much as Staci. Nicole then got up. 

“I think it’s time to call one of the boys over, don’t you think?” 

Katina let out a mmmppphhh behind her gag. 

“Let’s do it!” I replied as I followed Nicole out of her room & into her mom’s room where she picked up the phone. 

“Let’s see if my bratty brother is still over there” 

After a few minutes, Nicole got no answer & hung up. 

“Where could he be Ang…” Nicole couldn’t finish her sentence. Jimmy had appeared with Derek & Mark! Her brother & Derek quickly tackled her on her Mother’s bed. Mark had me in a tight grip as well, stuffing my mouth with a wad of cloth before I could yell. He finished gagging me with a scarf that he tied tightly through my teeth. I could see Nicole being gagged the same way. Mark managed to tie my hands behind my back as he criss-crossed the rope about five times before knotting it. After Nicole’s hands were tied behind her, the boys forced us into Nicole’s room where our original prisoners were still tied. Sitting us down next to Staci & Katrina, the boys tied our bare ankles together with the remaining rope they brought. We struggled, but the ropes were tied well. Nicole & me looked at each other. We couldn’t believe we had been quickly captured like that. 

“Well Sis, you did a good job with these two, I hate to see good work go to waste” Jimmy said as he looked at Nicole. Her eyes were burning a hole right through him. 

“I knew something was up when Katrina didn’t return” Derek said “But sis, since you’re all tied up…” 

Derek started to tickle his twin sister. Then it started. Jimmy & Mark were all over Nicole & mines feet with their fingers, not to mention Staci as well. Endless squirming & squealing did nothing to ease the boys relentlessness on us. For at least fifteen minutes, we were all worked over good. Then the boys left. Nicole & me at least had enough energy to free the other one after about five minutes. It wasn’t the best tie up job on us, but it worked nonetheless. After untying Staci & Katrina, we were undecided on what to do. Was Staci still on our side? & What about Katrina? Nicole basically told me that we had to look out for each other, but things would get really complicated when Derek & Katrina’s gorgeous older sister Sharyn would get involved in our little games! 
 
 

I’ll try & post this next story after the first of the year 
 

Re self bondage: 

DON'T DO IT! 

I have done some of it in my younger days; and it's by the grace of God I didn't ever get into REAL trouble. 

Once I never would have gotten free by myself except that the padlock snapped open --- there's no way it ever should have. Other times too. 

There are many many many cases of people killing themselves by it: you don't read many of them on these groups, but they are there and not too hard to find. And other cases where they didn't kill themselves, but wished they had because of the other consequences that ensued, such as being discovered ruinous situations and made known, and permanent maiming or other damage. 

If you get into doing it, it will escalate: you will get more and more successful, and not have sense enough to provide enough safety, sooner or later: it's only a matter of time. 

Besides, it's not really satisfying, anyway. 

You need a partner, who cares about you. (That's really what the bottom line is, I believe, of the pleasure of these things. The pleasure is really that some beautiful person is caring for you --- a beautiful thing. Like Jack's girl, or Janet, or QtPi). By all means, find one. 

Find someone like Janet, or others we have read about. Be open about it; the reason people are so shy about it is that it is an intimate thing; not because it is a rare or perverted thing. It's not. Two of the mightiest warriors in history loved it: Samson and General Sisera. That it was the downfall of both of them is beside the point. 

If you can't communicate your deep heart with a girl, there's nothing great going on between you anyway; and it's just as well to find someone else. 

"Finally, the stories are in essence true. I have remarkably graphic memories of all the games we played. I am sure everyone will realise that the dialogue is not original. I have tried to convey the atmosphere and camaraderie that prevailed amongst a large group of boys of disparate age who formed a very close friendship. I hope everyone will forgive this in the interests of making the stories (hopefully) more enjoyable."

In other words, Richard has just tried to convey the meaning of what was said, not quote the exact words.

Richard's #1 fan and fount of knowledge on things Richardian :-)

As a followup to my message to Shibby, I would add "real" handcuffs can be made from "toy" die-cast metal cuffs. With needle-nose pliars break off the safety release and try to file or grind it down as far as possible. Take about 1½ inches of plastic strapping, trim it, shape it into a U and super glue it over the hole where the safety release was. Of course, repeat for the other cuff.

Of course you can kill yourself with self bondage. If you cannot get out, and no one finds you, you will probably die of starvation or thirst.

Enough said on that. 

To the indivuals spamming my mailbox with the Klez virus, thank you for proving Norton Anti Virus does what its supposed to. 

To Angie, great stories, feel free to contact me if you need an illustrator. 

To the rest of the writers, good work, Its better than what the lurkers are posting. 

HFNY to all, 

Ish

Ishmael, auto-erotica is not the only danger although it is one possible danger (incidentally, experts have stated that asphyxiation does not produce a better orgasm. The ejaculation which sometimes occurred in prisoners who were executed by hanging was purely an autonomic response caused by nerve damage in the hanging - but I guess people will believe whatever they want to believe, regardless of the truth).

I wonder if many people here remember a case in the American news a year or two ago? Briefly, a 13yo gay boy was playing at being the prisoner of two young adult men. He choked to death on his gag when the men left him alone for a few minutes.

Which brings me to the real point of this post: Read the safety tips on my web site and use them when playing any tie-up game.

Richard's #1 fan (who has learned a lot in 40+ years of life) :-J

anyway he is right

If you read my e-mail and revision of your safety paper I added a brief but very sad story of a gentleman who came to St. Paul,MN from California to play with some top. The top went to answer the telephone. When he came back the bottom was not breathing and died most likely by choking on the gag. To compound the matter this top then tried to hide the body - not a smart move. While I never saw the article myself several friends told me about it. 

Bound and Gagged Magazine has also printed childhood stories that are down right scary. It almost contridicts their expert columnist and makes one wonder why the publisher did not put up some disclaimer at the start of the article warning people of a potentially lethal gag that one boy put into the mouth of another. To compound the problem this so called young top fell asleep while the bottom had this balloon filled with wet flour in his mouth and all kinds of wrappings around his face. The magazine's main emphasis was on the bottom's first "experience" rather than the danger. It wasn't until a subsequent issue that a number of responsible readers pointed out the lethal dangers of that article. I believe that the magazine's rationale was that "kids are just lucky" or something like that. One has to wonder what the consequences would have been if that bottom would have been found dead instead of having his first orgasm in bondage. But then again . . . money talks . . . and . . .

http://www.cwu.edu/files/Authors/Jen/wwwkinsa/jenkins.pdf

It's been a while since I read it, but IIRC, boys would do more and more dangerous stunts until something goes tragically wrong with their release mechanism. Sometimes the first time is one time too many. Please Be Gentle When You Cut Me Down