Has anyone else had extreme difficulty in getting a cleave-gag to work? I have never and I do mean never managed to devise a cleave-gag that would work on me, no matter what the mouth packing or packing method!

Every time I tried it, I found that I could work my jaw back and forth enough to work the packing out of my mouth, usually below the binding which is supposed to keep the packing in. The width of the binding did not seem to make a difference, nor did the type of material used to pack my mouth with.

The only gag which I have (recently) found to actually work on me is the "ball tied in a strip of cloth" gag, as mentioned on my Safety Warnings page, But it's uncomfortable and tends to make me feel like I'm choking.

Repeating my question, did anyone else have trouble getting gags to work properly?

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I have never tried this but I plan to do so. As for cleve gags, I find them equally ineffective. A few more things: I seldom let anyone gag me or gag anyone else the first few times we play. Not, at least, until there is that degree of comfort to use a gag. One close friend of mine can not be gagged simply due to his fear of his nose getting stuffed and not being able to breath. Of course you can order the bottom to be silent as already mentioned for fun and a power trip and have fun doing so. Telling the bottom who is well bound that if one word is uttered the tickle torture is next might be an interesting alternative plan to a physical gag!

As for those complaining about the death thing: I agree but while fun is important, safety is even more so. Like anything else; accidents do happen. But an accident involving a fatality can end one life and ruin another. So much for the soap box ladies and gents . . .

Now go out and tie someone up or get tied up and play hard but play safe. And while this might sound like a commercial for Jay's book (he also authored "SM 101") he writes very well and explains a lot including knots, equipment to use, safety (not just in the bondage but meeting others), positions and a lot more.

So one weekend my aunt had to go out of town on a business trip, and jenn's mom offered to let me stay w/ her and jenn.I brought my clothes and stuff over and put them in the guest room. Jenn called over Amy and we both went out to the front porch to wait for her. As we were waiting jenn's mom left to go shopping, telling us she would be back in a few hours. When Amy got there I noticed
she was still wearing her backpack from school. I stood up and started to suggest going inside when jenn's hand clamped over my mouth. Surprised,I mmmpphed and tried to lift my arms when Jenn wrapped her other arm around my waist. "Amy,NOW!" Jenn yelled. Amy giggled and ran over and grabbed my legs and lifted me up, and they carried me away just like that into the house, mmmpphing loudly and squirming like hell.

I was enraged. Not only because we had always agreed and planned tie ups and fake kidnappings, but because i was embarrased I could not free myself, boy those girls were pretty strong. They had obviously planned this. They layed me face down on the couch and jenn got on top of me while amy unzipped her backpack and started to pull out rope and scarves. I tried to throw jenn off me but she wouldn't budge. "What are you two doing?!" I screamed. "Were kidnapping you and were going to ransom you to my mom." Jenn replied, as she forced my wrists together and amy started to tie them together."Jenn, Amy, plea-mmmmpppphhhhh!" Jenn stuffed her dirty old sock in my mouth!"MMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" I tried to spit it out, but jenn secured it their by wrapping a bandanna around my mouth and the back of my head, knotting it tight. "Were going to have so much fun with you!" Amy exclaimed as she tied my ankles together. I moaned.

For the next hour I endured the worst tickle torture ever. They each had a feather and the tickled the soles of my feet and my stomach with almost no break for an hour. They both went to the kitchen to fix something to eat and gave me a chance to escape. I frantically tried to loosen the ropes. Finally I got the ropes loose and I started to take off my gag when amy and jenn returned!! "Don't let him get away!" Amy screamed. I ran like mad for the door but jenn dived and grabbed my ankles."MMMPPPHHHH!!" I muffled as I went down, hard."Your not getting away,my little prisoner" Jenn said as they retied me. Only this time they retied me REALLY tight. My wrists were tied behind my back again but this time the also wrapped duct tape around my hand so I could not wriggle loose. Then they tied my entire body up in rope almost mummifying me. I could not budge an inch. Amy went home to eat dinner and jenn said to me "OK lets see how much your worth kid". She put a large sign on me that said KIDNAPPED and snapped a picture."My mom will come rescue you but until then I have to put you somewhere safe." She then put me in a sleeping bag, zipped up the zippers until only my head stuck out, then dragged me down into the basement, placed me in a box which she left open and shoved me in a closet down there. For finishing touches she put a pillow case over my head. "Goodbye dear" she laughingly said to me and closed the closet door.

I'll finish the rest later gotta go.
END OF PART 1

I spent a few minutes in the bathroom taking a piss and washing my hands. I thought it was over for now and I was already plotting revenge as I walked out the bathroom door and halted in my tracks. Sitting on the couch was jenn's mom with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles tied together. She was wearing a thick, white high neck turtleneck sweater and now it was pulled up over her eyes, and she was gagged with a bandanna that was on the outside of the turtleneck and used the sweater as mouth packing. She was mmmppphhhing softly and like an idiot I ran over there to her to help her when out of nowhere amy and jenn rushed me from both sides and knocked me to the ground. "Wait, this isn't fair, Jenn's mom already paid my ransom!" I yelled. "Yeh, well, we tricked you!" Amy said in a sinister sounding voice. I started yelling at them. "Put a sock in it!" Amy yelled, and stuffed another dirty gym sock in my mouth. Jenn giggled hysterically as she tied my wrists behind my back and then tied my ankles. "We have you for the whole weekend, kiddo" Jenn said as she detective style gagged me to secure to sock in my mouth.

By this time I lost hope. I was a little pissed at jenn's mom though. How could she let jenn and amy tie her up and gag her so fast? Without even making a noise? I mean I knew she was a good sport and she let herself get tied up by jenn sometimes, but she could at least have warned me before she was gagged. I had already been tied up and gagged for 3 hours! Jenn and Amy lied me and jenn's mom down on the floor and started to tie us back to back. I heard jenn's mom try to say "I'm sorry" through her gag but it came out "mmmm smmmpphh". In return I tried to say it's ok but it came out "ish ohay". Jenn blindfolded me. "Now guess what you two? Me and Amy are only going to keep you trussed up like that for ..... ummm.... ALL NIGHT!!" Me and jenn's mom both moaned through our gags.

For the next hour we were tickle tortured without a break until jenn's mom and I both were laughing so hard through our gags we were crying. "Do you think they have had enough amy?" jenn asked. "Yeh, let's untie these crybabys" amy replied. I was too exhausted to be mad, just greatly relieved to be free of my bonds. Jenn and Amy both went to jenn's room. I looked over to jenn's mom, whose turtleneck was wet with saliva and tears, but she was still laughing. "I think maybe we should get them back" she said. "You have a good idea there, but i'm a little exhausted from being kidnapped, tied up and gagged and tickled for 4 hours. You were only tied up for one." She agreed with me and decided to make jenn sleep over at amy's house that night, just to make sure we wouldn't get kidnapped or anything again. I was surprised that jenn's mom wasn't that mad or anything, thats one of the reasons I liked her, not many moms are as good sports as she is. We rented some movies and ordered a pizza.

There were many other times that I would be involved in tie up and kidnapping game before and after that day but none were so long and memorable than this day. Jenn's mom and I fell asleep in the living room that night, planning our revenge, but that story is for another day.

You are one lucky man, sir. What a great childhood that would be, again great story.

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first: i use ring gag or wiffle ball style ball gag. as these hold he mouth wide open, she can drool freely. this is especially importnat is she is going to be unsupervised. another saftey note, DO NOT LEAVE A BOUND AND GAGED PERSON UNATTENEDED!!. the bound subject shuld always be where you can see him/her, incase something goes wrong. second. if possible, tie him/her so their faceing down, as this also prevent backlogging of his/her drool.

another saftey note concerning ballgags:
make sure the ball fits a little loose once straped in place, again, so he/she can drool. also, if you force a large ball in, that will slow down removal of it incase of emergencey.

Dash

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“Hey you guys!” Katrina beamed as she was wearing a bathing suit & carrying a towel

“Hey Katrina” Staci answered “Which way to the pool? It’s hot out here”

“This way, come on”

We followed the young blonde. I was almost suspecting the boys to jump out & grab us, but we made it to the pool, which was very large only to see Sharyn sunbathing in a lawn chair. She was wearing a bikini top & jean cut-offs. She pulled down her sunglasses when she saw us. Then she rubbed suntan oil on her already deeply tanned legs.

“Hey everybody! Welcome. Katrina & Derek has told me all about you guys.”

I could only wonder what she knew. I saw her toes start rubbing on her other foot. There was something about this girl that told me she was trouble, but I couldn’t quite figure it out.

“I’ll be right back. Katrina, why don’t you show them where to put their things.”

Sharyn then walked into the house. Nicole & Staci couldn’t wait as they jumped right into the pool, splashing around & playfully screaming.

“Come on Angie, let me show you where to put your things”

I followed Katrina into the house. I had a feeling that something was about to happen.

“You can put your things in that room down the hall”

I walked down the hall & opened the door. I then saw Jimmy & Derek. They were lying on a bed, hog-tied & cleave-gagged with sweat socks! I could also see that they were barefoot.

“Oh my god! Who did this!” I said almost laughing at their dilemma as I put down our stuff. Then I was suddenly hand gagged from behind! It was Sharyn!

“Mmmppphhh!!!” I said behind her hand. Sure enough, it was a trap! Then Katrina showed up holding a strip of a cut old towel. The little girl had turned on me!

“Do you like my prisoners? They were acting up, so I had to tie them up. As for you, you’re nosy, so I’m going to tie you good & tight as well”

Nosy? It was a trap despite what she said. I tried to break Sharyn’s hold, but she was strong

“Don’t fight me Angie, I heard you’re very ticklish. Katrina, give me that towel & shut the door.”

Katrina threw Sharyn the white towel, which Sharyn used to gag me with. Pulling it tight in my mouth, Sharyn then knotted it behind my head. The gag was thick & muffled my speech to almost nothing. She then moved me over to the other bed that was in the room, pushed me on it & pulled my hands behind my back. A million thoughts raced through my mind, as Sharyn crossed my wrists & began to tie rope around them. Was Sharyn planning to capture all of us? And if she was, was she going to untie the boys to tickle us? When Sharyn was done tightening the ropes around my wrists, I could hardly move them. With this done, my bare ankles were tied together. I waited for the inevitable tickle.

“Where did she say she was most ticklish sis?” Sharyn asked Katrina

“Here!” she answered as her touch made me squirm. Any screaming came out as a muffled squeal. Then I felt Sharyn’s long fingernails on my feet. For a few tortuous minutes, Sharyn tickled my feet. My squeals & squriming made Jimmy & Derek laugh behind their sock gags. Katrina, hearing this, went over & tickled them. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle or two at that sight myself.

“I’m going to work on capturing your friends Angie. I’m not hog-tying you, so don’t give me a reason to.”

Saying this, the two sisters left the room. I went to work on the bonds. Sharyn had done an expert job. She obviously knew something about knot tying, which I was afraid of. My Nancy Drew instincts took over next, as I looked for a way to free the ropes. Rolling to the edge of the bed, I stood up & hopped across the floor. I could hear the boys grunting loudly, almost trying to alert Sharyn. I ignored them & kept hopping, hoping to find something sharp to use. I then saw my old friend, the nail file lying on a small table. I backed up, eased down to my knees & carefully grabbed it with my bound hands. I was actually getting used to doing it by now, so it came easy. Taking the file, I worked the knots with it. I looked over at the boys. They looked at each other with curiosity to what I was doing. I bit down on the gag as I worked up a sweat. I was having trouble opening the knot. I stood up & hopped back over to the bed & plopped myself down on it. I felt I could get more leverage this way for some reason, & in a few minutes I was right. The first knot loosened, then the second. I was then able to pull my wrists apart. Pulling the towel gag from my mouth, I then freed my ankles. The boys were grunting for me to untie them (at least it sounded it like it). But I couldn’t do that just yet. I ran over to the other bed & started to tickle their soles! I was giggling until I heard voices outside the door. I hurried over to the closet & hid in it. My heart was pounding as I heard Nicole & Staci being led through the door by Sharyn & Katrina. I then saw Nicole & Staci start to laugh, probably at the site of Jimmy & Derek.

“Hey! Where did she go!” Sharyn yelled. I crept out of the closet & grabbed Sharyn from behind!

“Nicole! Staci! Help me!” We managed to tackle Sharyn on the bed. She fought hard, but we held her tight. I rolled her over & took the ropes that binded my feet & with Nicole’s help, managed to tie her hands tightly behind her back.

“You better make it tight, because if I get loose… you three are really going to get it!”

“Staci, find something to gag her with”

Staci then found a bandana that was in a drawer. Nicole quickly cleave-gagged Sharyn’s smart mouth. This done, I took a piece of towel, & binded her ankles together.
All this time, I could hear Jimmy & Derek grunting loudly, Katrina was tickling them! Nicole wanted to grab her, but I stopped her. Now it was four on three! Sharyn, Derek & Jimmy were tickled endlessly by me, Nicole, Staci & even Katrina! I could tell Sharyn was enjoying it, The girl had a tie up & tickle fetish of the worst kind! She squirmed on the bed, probably calling us names behind her gag! This was the best time we had yet. For the next half-hour or so, we tickled all three of them without mercy. Staci mainly tickled Jimmy, Nicole helped me with Sharyn as well as her brother. Katrina was all over her brother Derek. We were actually exhausted as our victims when Katrina suggested going for a swim. We couldn’t agree more as we left Sharyn, Derek & Jimmy bound & gagged on the beds. After swimming for about twenty minutes, we went in & freed them & then went home. Sharyn vowed to kidnap & tickle all of us, but little did we know how easy that would be for her, for we were all in for a big surprise!

I'll post the next story sometime this week. (Probably in two parts)

You write wonderful stories, however, it is very obvious that they are made up . The first 20 or so were believable, now its more like a "HOW CREATIVE CAN I GET"

P.S. The last true story listed looks like its from VILLAN. Hey VILLAN Keep them coming.!!!!!!!!!!!

leave angie alone - her stories are great! keep going angie!

I playfully 'mmmmmed' through my duct tape gag as Sherry came in the door.
"Oh my God-look at you! she said,laughing, immediately kneeling down to remove my gag. "What kind of mess have you got yourself into?!"
I gave her the "cousin's kids" story and she swallowed it hook, line, and sinker.
"Oh my God this is too funny-look at you in your little Speedos-I love it!" she said.
"I didn't think you were coming and I'd be tied all day," I said.
"Yeah I was doing laundry-oh my God-I have to get a camera! This is too funny!" she said, heading for the door.
"Wait! Are you gonna leave me like this?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. Wait," she said, pulling off a piece of duct tape. I better keep you like I found you", she said, re-gagging me.
Within minutes Sherry was back with an old Polaroid camera with which she took all ten pictures of me tied from different angles. This was awesome and I couldn't believe she was this receptive. I was a bit concerned about the pictures though.
"Let's see. I think I'll keep this one-and yeah-this one where 'ya could see your little butt! Oh this is too funny! My God they have you tied up TIGHT!" she said, testing my ropes but making no motion to free me.
To be continued...

And I, sitting there in my seat and watching it, found myself strangely gripped by the whole drama. I was only ten years old.

Twice a week right after lunch, our 5th grade class would walk down the hall all the way to the other end of the school building for art class. The art room was presided over by "Miss Tivoli," a woman in her early twenties who was fresh out of college. Half the boys in our class, myself included, had a crush on pretty "Jackie Tivoli," with her wavy honey blonde hair and her shapely figure.

A few of us did give Miss Tivoli trouble, and I have to confess I was one. Another was my classmate Matt. Matt, it seemed, was always talking in class, always whispering to his friends, always interrupting. Many times Miss Tivoli would say to one of us, "If you don't stop talking, I'm going to tape your mouth shut." It seemed she said it the most often to Matt.

I remember when our art teacher would talk this way, I would feel a tingle of excitement running up my spine. But after she made this threat often enough, I think most of us assumed she was just bluffing.

Until one day when Matt called her bluff.

It was one o'clock. As usual, we filed down the long hallway to the art room. We sat down at the several long tables in the room, and Miss Tivoli began explaining to us our art project for the day. We were to write the alphabet using broad nib pens, following the example in a calligraphy booklet: somehow, even after 40 years, certain minor details of that afternoon are still burned into my memory.

Miss Tivoli was standing up at the front of the room, explaining this project to us. Matt was whispering to his friends while she was talking. And all of a sudden Miss Tivoli stopped in mid sentence. She turned to Matt and said, "Matt, if you interrupt me once more, I'm going to tape your mouth shut."

I remember my heart started beating faster, just to hear her speak those words. True, she had said it so often before, and nothing ever came of it, but still...

Our art teacher began explaining the day's assignment to us once again. But within five seconds, again she stopped in mid sentence. Her cheeks were burning bright red. This time she said, "All right, Matt, come up here."

Now my heart was hammering with excitement. Matt got up out of his seat, and sauntered up to the front of the room with a sheepish grin on his face. As for Miss Tivoli, she opened a drawer in her desk, and took out a roll of masking tape.

Matt was standing up front, beside our art teacher, pretty Jackie Tivoli. And she said, "Okay Matt, press your lips together."

Matt pressed his lips together. And Miss Tivoli held the roll of masking tape up to Matt's face. She unzipped a piece of tape right over Matt's lips. And then, snap, she tore the tape off the roll.

My classmate was standing there, with a piece of masking tape covering his mouth.

And Miss Tivoli proceeded to rub the tape down briskly with her fingertips, so that it would stick firmly over Matt's mouth. From where I was sitting, I could hear the sound of Miss Tivoli's long fingernails scratching on the tape over Matt's mouth.

Then Matt, with a piece of masking tape sealing his mouth shut, turned around and began walking back to his seat.

Our art teacher stopped Matt dead in his tracks with a curt command: "Matt, come back here, I'm not finished yet."

You see, she's not finished taping his mouth shut.

Oh, no, she's only just begun taping his mouth shut.

To be continued

You asked about initiations from the viewpoint of the initiator rather than the initiatee. I assume you mean doing, rather than receiving. I can only recall being present on one other occasion which was the arrival of Stuart. He arrived a few months after I did (in fact before James, the third member of our ultimately inseparable trio). Although somewhat older than me he was subjected to exactly the same ordeal since he revealed that he had never been through an initiation ceremony. Perhaps he regretted his frankness! There is little point in repeating the details. Although other ceremonies took place I unfortunately missed them and they gradually dwindled away as their importance diminished in the light of our "games" taking off. On reflection, I think this was a good thing since those who participated in these latter activities did so on their own free will without coercion. While I will stress again that no one would have been forced to participate in the events I described a few days ago, it was certainly true to say that it would have been difficult to refuse without loss of face.

Many of our buddies within the troop took no part in our TUGs - that was their choice and their decision was always respected by everyone (probably the main reason why our leaders gave their tacit agreement, if not approval, to our activities). On the other hand, for those who joined in, little mercy was shown. Tying our prisoners up I guess was seen as being far better than the "bang, bang, your dead" solution to a battle. That having been said, small boys can be perfect little monsters, and we all took the matter of securing our mates most seriously. This wasn't viewed as a game - this was serious! Note also that the older boys in particular had no hesitation in tying up the younger boys as punishment for misdemeanours. We certainly deserved most of what happened to us, but believe me, it wasn't necessarily a comfortable experience! On the other hand please remember that this occurred in an era when we were likely to be beaten, even by our leaders, if we stepped severely out of line.

Both PH and Andy V referred to their attempts to be original with the ropes. Our group was no different. Discovery of the "hog-tie" was a revelation (like those other writers we certainly didn't know it by that name) and Mike in particular was boldly inventive as my regular followers will have learned. Even so it would appear that most of what he apparently "invented" he probably learnt elsewhere. Only recently have I discovered that his use of a wooden pole to pinion our arms while our hands were tied in front is in fact referred to in writings by the founder of the movement himself. Mike would assuredly have had access to that information to the detriment of the rest of us.

On the subject of gags, tape was not normally an option although I recall someone producing (and using) a roll of surgical tape on one occasion. I also recall how painful it was when it was ripped from my mouth! We always found a cleave gag with a rag first stuffed into our victim's mouth quite effective. We always ensured that the second cloth was forced well back between the teeth before being tied in place. It is true that the prisoner is not completely silenced but sound is quite effectively muffled and individual words are completely unintelligible. It looks good too! My brother introduced the "stout stick tied in the mouth" (a most effective bit gag). Forced well back between the teeth, it would effectively immobilise the jaws and at the same time keep the tongue depressed. It was impossible to spit out (and very uncomfortable - Chris did NOT introduce the foam rubber wrap advocated by a recent correspondent!). On the other hand, I am certain our gags were almost invariably tied far too tightly. Children may possibly have as many lives as a cat but there is always room on this sort of forum to remind younger readers of the dangers - thank God we were lucky!

Finally, Girls! Andy V's post immediately rang true with me. I am certain that most (all?) of my mates would have laughed if anyone had suggested that girls might be interested in taking part in our games but one day we were to discover that this was not the case. As I have indicated above, we certainly played hard, and yet, for all that, it was a game. On the occasion that we were to discover that the fairer sex were just as capable of tying someone up as we were, it was a signal lesson. My own experience suggests that Andy is quite correct - when the girls are doing the tying woe betide the unfortunate victim, particularly if he is male. Perhaps, even then, they had something to prove, but I for one trembled whenever I looked back on my only youthful experience involving the lasses. Maybe I'll let you have the full tale one day...

She had just called Matt up to the front of the room, where she rubbed a piece of masking tape down over his mouth. Then Matt turned and began walking back to his seat.

Miss Tivoli halted Matt in his tracks: "Matt, come back here, I'm not finished yet."

Matt turned around and came back. Now Miss Tivoli took the roll of masking tape, and she began plastering one piece of tape after another over Matt's mouth and lower face. Rip, snap! Rip, snap! Rip, snap! Rip, snap! Rip, snap!

She put pieces of tape horizontally over his mouth. She put pieces on diagonally, and at all odd angles. She crossed pieces over each other. She put some pieces on vertically. She put whole rows of pieces of tape on Matt's face, each piece just below the last. She put pieces on at random. Some pieces of tape weren't even going near his mouth. There was just tape being pressed on all over, on his cheeks and on his chin, and one piece over another over another, rip, snap! rip, snap! like mad, like a wild mosaic of masking tape all over the bottom part of Matt's face, a big, thick, featureless crust of masking tape.

Miss Tivoli just kept putting more and more and more masking tape all over Matt's lower face. She kept it up for several minutes. By the time she stopped, the entire bottom half of Matt's face was nothing but masking tape. A large, irregular, roughly oval patch of tape totally covered the bottom part of Matt's face. The gag was about three inches high by six inches wide, and it looked half an inch thick. It covered up Matt's face from right under his nostrils down to his chin, and from the far side of one cheek to the other. Matt was all taped up, with no mouth. And the tape was all thick and rigid, like a monkey snout standing out from Matt's face.

Then Miss Tivoli reached out with her hands to Matt's face. She clamped her big smooth right hand tightly over the bottom two-thirds of Matt's face, so that her right hand was covering up Matt's tapegag and also his nose, covering Matt's entire face tightly from his chin up to right under his eyes. Her left hand gripped the back of Matt's head. And Miss Tivoli pressed her large hands together hard. She pressed Matt's head between her hands hard, to make sure the tapegag was firmly in place. This went on about ten seconds.

My classmate Matt stood there in front of our class, wearing a big heavy tapegag which kept him from talking. He couldn't say anything anymore, because of the masking tape all over the bottom of his face. Instead, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he went, "Mmmmmmph, mmmmmmmmmph. MMMMMMMMMPH!"

And Miss Tivoli said to him, "No, Matt, I don't want to hear another sound out of you. Next time I hear you make a sound, well, I've got a lot more tape around here."

Matt went back to his seat and sat there, working. I kept staring over at him, as the class went to work. What would someone think if they came into the classroom right now, and saw this boy sitting there with the bottom half of his face all covered over with masking tape?

Then I noticed that Matt had somehow worked the tapegag loose from his upper lip, and was furtively talking to his friends. He was taking the whole situation with good humor. I decided to stir the pot...

I went up to show my calligraphy sheet to Miss Tivoli, all the while staring at her large, smooth, beautiful hands with their long fingernails, and wishing so hard that our art teacher had taped my mouth shut, instead of Matt's. I stood by her desk, riveted on her hands, hands which had just taped a boy's mouth shut. And I said to her, "Miss Tivoli, Matt's worked his mouth free from that tape you put over his mouth."

Miss Tivoli called Matt up to her desk, as she rummaged around in her desk drawers, looking for more tape.

To be continued

I let her in and she told me that my sister said I might need some help and since she was of work that day she came by. I thought Angie was the hottest thing around. 5'8 120 -125 long legs, great body, black hair, blue eyes, and always dressed very hot. I had a thing for her but she was 4-5 years older, had a boyfriend, and I had a girlfriend. Often we all saw each other at parties. Even on moving day everyone was there to help. I am in a little better shape than her boyfriend and I thought I even caught her staring at me moving day carrying a couch with her boyfriend(wishfull thinking, so I thought).

Anyway, Angie came in and started unpacking boxes in the kitchen. She then came to a broken box that we had to tie a rope around to hold it together for the move. Angie said do you have a knife or something I can't untie this. I went over and pulled on the knot which quickly came unfastened and explained to her that I had tied it and that's why I could untie to easily. She then said where to learn how to tie knots like that i said I was not sure probably boy scouts. Then out of nowhere she replies, "are you sure you don't tie up your girlfriend?" I said , NO!!! (This was the truth, I probably tied up other kids when I was young, but that was it, I was not into bondage and never thought of tying up a woman.) Angie then continued " I was just kidding, I'm not into that sort of thing, PAUSE, "AT LEAST I Dont' think I AM".

I sarcastically replied "You probably are and just won't admit it" She then admitted that she was curious and had hinted to Mike(her boyfriend) before, but he either didn't pick up on it or wasn't interested. I left it at that, turn around to begin working again, then i hear HEY ROB, I turned around and saw she had wrapped the rope around her wrist in front of her. She then said "Jenny won't be home for a few hours and I'm curious, would you tie me up" With that one sentence I became excited that this amazing hot chick wanted to be tied up, I realized that I might like this.

I said isn't Mike gonna be pissed? No, he won't know it will be our secret. She told me to gather some rope and tape and meet her on jenny bed. I gather several handfulls or rope and a roll of duct tape, all courtesy of the move. Angie was wearing a white tank top, pink shorts, and white stack sandals with the long ties that wrap around the ankles several times.HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

I walked in and asked for instruction she said tie my hands behind my back. I started to do so but she complained it wasn't tight like the box, and to make it tight. I finished her hands and she said tie my ankles. I said well the straps are in the way. Put it over them I tightly tied her ankles. Now tie my ankles to my wrist, I told her that's gonna hurt, she said just do it, I complied. I then step away and watched her test the bond, I became very excited. Now gag me!! I asked with what she said use the tape I told you to bring, but find something to put in my mouth first. I went to the kitchen and found a small clean rag, shoved it in her mouth and tapped it shut with a few strips of grey duct tape. She began to roll around the bed fighting and moaning. I said I'm gonna let you out. The moans of NO were yelled furiously. I just watched her she absolutley was loving it and quite frankly so was I. Then I heard the front door open and keys jingling, ROB, ANGIE are you guys here.

It was my sister Jenny, home early. I ran out of the bedroom, close the door behind me, and went down the hallway to greet Jenny. She looked around , WOW, you did a lot thanks, I saw Angie's car out front what time did she get here. Quickly thinking I said about a hour ago, she walked down to the store to get us some drinks. Jenny said oh, O.K., and started walking towards her bedroom. I said WAIT, Angie's not at the store she's in your room we were gonna surprise you and have your whole bedroom set up for you, stay out here until we finish it, O.K. That so nice.

With that I went to the bedroom. Angie looked at me with wide eyes of relief that I was not Jenny walking in. She was still very much hog tied and gagged. I started to untie Angie as I explained the lie to her. It took me at least five minutes to unwork the rope from the ankles to her feet, and completely untie her feet. I then saw some very deep rope marks on her ankles. She bagan to moan, I next pulled the tape off her mouth probably to fast but she didn't notice the pain because of her worry. She sat up on the bed and said " I Can't belive this hurry up and untie my hands." It took another five minutes or so to do that as she said hurry, hurry. I said Your the one who wanted it tight. "Yes , I know" she replied. I finished up and threw all the rope in a ball in the corner, and saw the marks on her wrist just like on her ankles. She said , wow that was a close one. Hey Rob "I was having fun though can we finish later" I said maybe lets do something in this room so the lie works. Angie then notice the ropemarks on her, and said I hope these go away. We worked furiously for 15 minutes or so then my sister said O.K. times up and walked in. She was thankful though appeared to be a little out of sorts.

Well we all left the room and went back to the main area, me in the living room, them in the kitchen. One minute or so went by I hear" ANGIE, YOUR WRIST. There all red and have marks around them, AND SO DO YOUR ANKLES" What the h%#* happened. Angie then said the quickest lie I have ever heard in my life."Well, before I came over I was watching my nephews, and I let them tie me up, they totally tied me up too tight, I couldn't get loose for an hour and Barbara (Angie's sister) cut me loose when she got home, there both grounded". Jenny said that stinks, those little bugars, remind me not to babysit for her. Angie said it was embarassing being found tied up to a chair, gagged with her sisters panthose, and having to be untied by her sister. They both laughed and the day went on. I went home that night and my phone rang around 9 o'clock. My caller I.D. showed it was ANGELA J*&*&@^%&. I answered it and will be able to provide several more stories as a result of that phone call..

Miss Tivoli called Matt up front. As I returned to my seat, she rummaged around in the drawers of her desk. Then she looked over among some art supplies on a shelf, until she found what she was looking for: a wide roll of white cloth tape.

I didn't know right at that moment what kind of tape it was, but it looked wicked. Turns out it was sports tape.

Miss Tivoli slowly peeled the gag of masking tape away from Matt's face. It didn't come off easy. Then, just as before, she instructed him to press his lips together. She stretched a wide piece of sports tape over his lips, tore it off, and thoroughly rubbed it into place. Our art teacher sure knew Mouth Taping 101.

Then once again, only this time with sports tape, Miss Tivoli proceeded to tape up Matt's entire lower face with piece after piece after piece after piece of tape. The tape went every which way, straight across his mouth, crisscrossed this way and that, even stretched down underneath his jaw from one cheek to the other. She made it even worse than before, taped up his mouth even more heavily, used even more tape. Finally Matt's entire lower face was thickly bandaged over with sports tape, from right under his nostrils and up across his cheekbones to down underneath his jaw, and from one ear to the other.

Then Miss Tivoli took the roll of tape, and wrapped it several times around and around Matt's mouth and the back of his neck. And then she plastered more pieces of tape every which way over his lower face.

Then, just like before, our art teacher clamped her hands together on Matt's head, her right hand over his face from his jaw up to right under his eyes, and her left hand on the back of his head, and she pressed his head tight between her hands for several seconds, to make sure the tape stuck firmly. She hardly needed to bother. Sports tape sticks like it's welded on, and she'd used up most of the roll. This tapegag was never coming off, unless someone cut it off with a pair of scissors.

Matt stood there, with sports tape heavily covering his entire face from beneath his jaw up to his cheekbones, and wrapped all around the back of his head. Miss Tivoli said to him, "There, Matt, now do you think that tape will keep your mouth shut?"

And Matt didn't say anything. He had no mouth to say anything with. Matt just stood there in front of Miss Tivoli, gagged with sports tape.

And for the rest of art class, Matt had to sit there in his seat with his mouth taped shut. With almost an entire roll of sports tape. And I kept looking across the room at him. He seemed to be taking it in good humor. But I couldn't take my eyes away, and I couldn't stop thinking to myself that here was a boy who couldn't talk even if he wanted to really bad, because he had to wear a big heavy stiff gag.

At the end of art class we were all getting up to leave. And Matt got up, with his mouth taped shut. And Miss Tivoli told one of the girls in our class, "When you get back to your classroom, tell your teacher that Matt's mouth is supposed to stay taped shut for the rest of the day, and to send him back here after school."

When Miss Tivoli announced this, my heart skipped a beat. I mean, it made sense to appoint this girl to explain Matt's situation to our teacher. Because in his condition, Matt was physically incapable of telling anyone anything. With his mouth sealed shut with sports tape, he was in no position to explain himself to anyone.

But for the rest of the day?! Didn't our art teacher realize how long that would be? Of course she did, that's why she said it.

Matt's mouth had been taped shut since 1:00. School didn't get out until 3:30.

To be continued

Our class walked back down the long hallway toward our classroom, at the other end of the school building. Matt walked along, with his entire face from under his jaw up to his cheekbones thickly covered all over with sports tape, and more sports tape wrapped around and around the back of his neck.

Once we were out of earshot of the art room, suddenly Matt tried to twist his head right and left. The tape was wrapped around his neck tight enough that he wasn't able to turn his head very far to either side. He went, "MMMMMMMMMPH! Mmmmmmmph mmmmmph, mmmmmph! Mmmph mmmmph mmmmph mmmmmmmph, MMMMMMMMMMMMMPHH!!!"

Matt's friends were laughing. You could see from the look in Matt's eyes that he was taking it all as a tremendous joke.

And back in our 5th grade classroom, that girl explained to our teacher Mrs. Kampen why one boy had come back from art class gagged with sports tape, and how this boy's mouth was supposed to stay taped shut for the rest of the day.

Mrs. Kampen, a pleasant dark haired woman in her thirties, just murmured something like, "Oh, okay."

Matt gestured at Mrs. Kampen with his hands. He looked at her and went, "Mmmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmmmmmmph." She just looked blankly back at him and didn't react. He went and sat down in his seat.

And so all the rest of that long afternoon, I sat there with my eyes magnetically drawn across the room to this boy sitting there in his seat with his mouth taped shut. I couldn't stop staring. There he sat, for the rest of the day, with his entire lower face all heavily bandaged up in sports tape, and tape wrapped back tight around his neck. Oh, how I wished Miss Tivoli had done that to me, instead of to Matt!

Mrs. Kampen never called on Matt that afternoon. Well, why should she? Even if she had, he would have been unable to answer.

Our class went out for afternoon recess. I looked around but I didn't see Matt anywhere on the playground. I asked a friend, "Where's Matt?" My friend said, "Oh, Matt had to stay in for recess." I guess he couldn't very well be let outside for recess wearing a tapegag.

Matt was in my reading group. When we came up front and sat with Mrs. Kampen in a circle of chairs, we took turns going around the circle reading our lesson. I kept wondering what would happen when Matt's turn came, because being gagged he wouldn't be able to read out loud.

When it came to Matt, there was a moment's silence. Then Matt went, "Mmmmmmmmmph, mmmmph mmmmmmph mmmph mmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmmmmmph!"

Nobody could tell what Matt was trying to say.

Mrs. Kampen said, "Matt, I guess we'll have to skip you for today."

At the end of the day, Matt was sent back down the hallway to the art room, with his mouth taped shut. I have no idea what the kids from other classes thought as they saw him walking down the hall, his lower face all bandaged up with tape.

As for me, I volunteered to stay behind and help Mrs. Kampen empty waste baskets, clean erasers, and straighten up the room. By the time I left to walk home, it must have been ten minutes to four. Twenty minutes after the end of the school day.

I walked down the hall. My heart started beating faster as I drew closer and closer to the open doorway of the art room. I dared to slow down, then pause, as I reached the door to the art room. I looked in.

Miss Tivoli didn't notice me. She was standing there talking with an 8th grade girl from the junior high next door. And this girl kept glancing and looking uneasily over at Matt, who was sitting there still gagged with tape. Yes, Matt was sitting at one of the tables, still gagged with all that sports tape all over his lower face and around the back of his neck.

I stood outside the art room door, peering in as long as I dared. Then I turned and walked out of the school building.

To Conroy: Did I write Ladies' Site? Oops... That Was Side.

Andy_V, you're right - nowadays here in the USA too, a teacher who did something like this would be in big trouble soon. In fact, every few months another news story surfaces on the Internet about a teacher who taped a student's mouth shut, and got in serious trouble for it.

But this incident I witnessed in 5th grade happened way back in 1965. Back in those days, teachers were pretty much given free reign in classroom discipline. Though even by the standards of 1965, it was quite extreme for our art teacher to tape Matt up so heavily with so much tape! (I imagine she just wanted to make good and sure there was no possible way he could ever get his mouth open again the rest of the day.) Still, as long as the student came out of it no worse for the wear, nobody back then really gave such matters a second thought.

and a small note to the unbeleaver LEAVE ANGIE ALONE !!!
this is a girl who has known from an early age what she likes and there are not a lot of them around .
let alone one who will tell anyone what she has done to even try and upset angie might make her stop posting her
detils of what she has done.
NOW THET WOULD BE A GREAT LOSS TO US ALL ON THIS SITE.
me and every guys who dream about tying up girls would love a girlfreind like angie and by my word if i ever meet angie i will tell her that to her face .
so please leave our favourate girl alone.
cuffkey1

I was happy to find many good ones. Angie, keep on posting your stories, they are entertaining and your scenario of girls bound barefoot and tickled is just what tickles me:)

As for Andy V.'s comment about girls being portrayed different than boys, I agree in general. If I refer to my own memories I do remember the girls as more competitive, and perhaps a little bit more cruel, especially against each other.

I was just asking myself if there is any difference in how girls are portrayed when it comes to the sex of the author?

My own experiences date back twentyfive years and I find it's more fun to tell about what the girls did rather than what me and Joe did.

Lisa and the legendary Canuck, I will get back to you both soon with the update of the story but I keep getting interrupted.

All the best

The famous GagBoy

Richard, in one of your comments, you said "...although I had been tied up on a couple of occasions before my arrival in Cyprus..." yet, in the story "In The Beginning", you made it clear that your "initiation" for scouts in Cyprus was the first time you were ever tied. Were you only speaking metaphorically when you said that you had been tied up before?

Richard's puzzled #1 fan

PS: I just found a pair of handcuffs at an army disposals store and they seem identical to the ones you described in "A Surprise For Christmas"! So they do still exist! :-)

The telephone that changed it all for me

As I mentioned earlier Angie was on my caller I.D. I answered. Some small talk and then the question, Can I come over to her apartment? I asked where was Mike, she said they had a fight and she didn't care where he was. I told her that my girlfriend was coming over, she asked if I would lie to her and tell her I was feeling sick or something. I said NO. Angie then asked me how much fun it was for me to tie her up earlier that day. I admitted that I was turned on and also admitted that I had a mini-crush on her for a while so it made it that much more exciting. The next thing you know I was having flashbacks of her tied up worming around and how much I liked it. Angie again pleaded for me to go over she said she had been counting on it and had done some planning to ensure I had fun. On that note I called my girl, told her I was sick and was driving to Angie's.

I arrived at the apartment. She greeted me and we talked. She explained that she thought I was cute but just wanted to be friends with me. Not that minute, but she usually was happy with Mike, and she liked my girl a lot. I agreed I was happy with my relationship, and also liked Mike. She said good , friend then, at least now. Well now that it is straight come with me, I have something to show you. She guided me back to her bedroom, and displayed on the bed were 5 brand new bags of 100' white nylon rope, 4 black silk scarves, and two roles of thick black electric tape. She then said "look, Rob, even though we are not gonna do anything sexually, I would still like you to come over and tie me up now and then. As you can see I bought all new stuff, it will be our secret. Mike, just doesn't get or is freaked out by it. When you tied me up earlier it was the best." I was in shock. This Hottie wants me to bind her up. Angie then said I will give you backrubs and make o foo en you come ver. I readily agreed, and I started tying her right away.

Angie was wearing he same out fit as earlier that day, White tank, pink shorts, and those white sandals. I started by telling her to sit down in the leather office chair by her computer. I first cut the rope into more managable pieces. Ithen tied her wrist to the arms of the chair. Next I wrap about 50' of the 100' of a new package of rope around her torso to the upper back of the chair. I made sure everything was very tight. like she liked it. Next I went down to those hot little sandaled feet and tied her ankles up very tightly. Unlike last time, Angie was quiet, not giving instruction . However, I was gonna make sure she stayed that way. I took one of the silk scarves balled it up and placed it in her mouth. I then took another black scarf and pulled it between her lips tying it behind her head. Angie was now cleave gagged, and tied up extremely tight.

I sat on her bed and watched her make noises through the gag and struggle spinning and bouncing in the chair. There was no way she was getting loose. After about 1 hour she stopped and looked at me. I said have you had enough. She shook her head yes and I ungagged her first. She spit the black ball out of her mouth and said" Boy you know what your doing, don't you. Well you can let me go now. As I untied her she said she would like to be tied with someone next time. I just ignored her and kept at it. A week later, it would happen, two girls.................TBC

peace
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To help identify them, a real (police) handcuff will have a familiar sawtooth ratcheting mechanism on the jaw while toy cuffs would only have slots on the jaw. Reals ones would have a plunger (or button) about 1/16" in diameter to double lock the cuffs while toy cuffs, if they have one at all, would be switch that could be manipulated by the handcuffee. A real cuff key is about 1 11/16" long and has a ring 5/8" in diameter. From the other side of the ring is a spike about 3/16" long used to double lock the cuffs (manipulate the plunger). In contrast, the toy key is 1 1/2 inches long, has three smaller rings, and no spike.

There was one person, however, who was not enjoying the festivities, unable as he was to escape from his present predicament. The cowboy lying on the barn floor, inexorably bound in a strict, tight hogtie, could only glower at the five girls stood around him, tormenting him. In spite of his most valiant efforts, Steve was unable to loosen the ropes binding him, and could only await the fate we had in store for him.

I, as you may recall, dear readers, was dressed as a French Maid. Kelly was looking great as a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader. Rhonda was disguised as a she-devil. She wore a revealing, tight red outfit, complete with devil’s horns on her head, and was brandishing a pitch fork. Amy was looking radiant as a blushing bride, resplendent in a flowing white gown and tiara. Amanda completed the party, dressed as a sexy witch, with a short, tight black skirt and pointed hat.

Steve wriggled some more against the bands of rope confining him in his hogtie. “Come on, girls, please untie me.” He looked around at me, “Lisa, I’m sorry. I think I have learned my lesson. Could you please untie me, now? Please?”

Kelly was the first to speak up. “I think that we should leave him here until next Halloween.” She nudged him gently with the toe of her cheerleader boot. “Better yet, he would make a great lawn decoration for next year’s party.”

I could understand Kelly’s amusement at finding Steve in his current situation. He was one of those boorish oafs who could not accept “no” as an answer. Being as he was a jock, he felt that every girl in sight was in love with him, and he acted accordingly. Kelly, being a cheerleader in real life, as they say, often caught the attention of many of the guys on campus. Steve was like human superglue, always bugging her, not taking the hint that she wasn’t really interested in him. And , of course, she was basically much too nice a girl to turn around and tell him to take a hike. I guess it was one of the curses of being blond and beautiful.

“Lisa, this in amazing! Where did you learn to tie a guy up like this?” Amy was examining the intricate bands of rope that encircled my captive. “I don’t think that anyone could get out of that.” Hiking up her dress slightly, she learned forward to admire my handiwork. Amy had known Steve since grade school. In those early years, he often tormented her the way that boys and girls tease each other when they are very young. She never knew whether she would get pelted with a snowball walking home, or have her pigtails pulled at her desk in class.

I laughed. “Amy, when you have spent as much time babysitting as I have, you learn to tie a mean knot or two. There were more evenings than I care to remember when I was tied up like Steve, here. You could say that I earned my PhD from bondage university.”

Several years ago, I had earned extra money babysitting a boy named Malcolm. He was quite fond of being tied up, and of tying me up as well. Eventually, it got to a point where every evening that we spent together, I was either tying him up, or I would be the one bound and helpless for the evening. The first time that Malcolm had tied me up, it was to a chair. In spite of my initial confidence about freeing myself, I soon found that the feat was impossible. From chair ties, Malcolm moved on to hogties, and many a night I found myself on the living room floor, hands brushing against my feet as I fought to escape. Of course, I tied Malcolm up as well, and surprised him with how well I caught on.

All of this proved to be invaluable, as tonight would prove . . . .

And how old was Malcolm at the time?

Don't get the wrong idea; I still enjoy Halloween Hogtie and your other stories, but I'd love to hear about the time you tied up Malcolm!

"Interested":
You can find the story "Bound And Caged" on the "Other Stories" page of my site. If you want to download the text version, log in to asstr using anonymous FTP and select "Collections" - "Jason_Masters" - "others".

Richard's #1 fan

(Note the Richard UK fan site linked below now has other stories not by Richard, in a separate area)

My comment in my very first story only related to playing with my older brother prior to bed time many, many years earlier and having my hands tied together "in fun" (and trying, not very successfully, to do the same to him). SOrry, but there is not even a story here - the foregoing says it all!

I know I can rely on you to keep me on the straight and narrow. Since there still seems to be SOME interest in our deeds, I will pick up my saga again in a few weeks.

BTW - two points. First, I like your web site. It's easier to read my stories there than search through the files on my own computer! Second, ~I seem to recall that, when you were planning it, you asked if anyone would be prepared to illustrate it. I recall a post some weeks ago where someone had been illustrating on "captive penny's" site, now defunct, and appeared to be offering his services. Unfortunately I can't find the post now but I guess it will be in the most recent archive if you are interested.

“Hey Ang, let’s see what Tim is doing”

“Nicole, he’s in his room”

She ignored me & went into the hall. She then put her ear up to the door & then started smiling. She then motioned me to come join her. I rolled my eyes & walked over to her.
Nicole was begging to get caught eavesdropping. I think she wanted to be tied up again by my brother & it wasn’t even Jeff! We were being quiet, but from behind the door, I could hear Tim talking on the phone, then I heard his voice get louder. He was coming towards the door! I grabbed Nicole’s arm as she was giggling & barely made it into our room as he was finishing his conversation. We cracked the door & listened to him talking. I covered Nicole’s mouth to make sure she wouldn’t burst out laughing.

“Okay, then I’ll see you later tonight, looking forward to it”

With that, he walked downstairs. I then took my hand off Nicole’s mouth. She started to laugh.

“What’s so funny Nicole? I swear you’re an airhead sometimes. My brother is going out, he’s supposed to watch us”

“Maybe, he’s going to get somebody to watch us”

Just then the doorbell rang. We figured it was Staci & went downstairs. Sure enough, Staci was let in by Tim. She was carrying her overnight bag.

“Hey you guys!”

“Angela,” Tim said, “I’m going out in a few minutes. I have a date”

“Who’s the poor girl?” I asked as Nicole started giggling again

“No one you know, sister dear”

“So that means you’re going to have to get somebody to watch us right?”

“Yes, unless you want to be dropped off at your brother’s work place & he can watch you.”

“Ooh, I like that idea!” Nicole chirped. I just elbowed her in the ribs

“Don’t you all know Katrina’s sister Sharyn?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well she’s free tonight to watch you. She should be over in a few minutes.”

I looked at Nicole & Staci & then glared at my older brother.

“Why her?”

“Why, don’t you get along with her?”

Before I could answer him, the doorbell rang. Tim opened it & Sharyn stood there dressed in almost the same thing she was wearing the other day. Jean cutoffs, a tank top & wearing flip-flops. I noticed Tim staring at her. I heard giggling noises behind me. Nicole & Staci had noticed too.

“Hi Sharyn, come on in. I think you know my sister Angie & her friends Nicole & Staci”

“Yes I do, I think we’ll get along just fine” She said as she just stared at us.

“Well, I’m leaving now. Girls, Don’t give her any trouble”

Saying that, Tim left. Of all the nerve! Give her any trouble? What about her giving us trouble? Then she spoke.

“Okay, you guys. Here’s the deal. I’ll leave you alone as long as you go upstairs & leave me alone with my friend.

“What friend?” I asked

“A friend of mine is coming over a little later, to help me with some modeling ideas & I don’t want you guys around got it?”

I couldn’t believe her bossy ways as Nicole pulled my arm & we all walked upstairs. At the top of the stairs, Nicole stopped & her face lit up

“Hey you guys! This is a perfect time to find those magazines that your brother has!”

For once, I agreed with Nicole. With Sharyn occupied downstairs, we had Staci watch the door, just in case. I decided to check Jeff’s room first, because he was the one who caught us with them before. Looking around, I saw nothing, but Nicole saw enough pictures of Jeff to make her head spin! I actually had to drag her out of there & then we went into Tim’s room. Looking around for a few minutes, I noticed them back behind some other books in the closet. Nicole & me picked up a few of them, & Nicole started laughing really hard. Staci was wondering what the commotion was all about. We showed her as we then left most of them in the closet & left Tim’s room. We took a few steps & then noticed Sharyn in the hallway! I jumped at the site of her & doing so, dropped the magazines. She came over & picked them up.

“You three are in big trouble when I tell your brother, taking things that don’t belong to you. But I won’t, if you do me a favor”

I looked at my friends. I couldn’t believe this was happening again. I could only wonder what the favor was.

“Angie, help me tie your friends up. I want to see you tickle them. My friend is not here yet & I’m bored”

I guess it could be worse & by the looks on Nicole & Staci’s faces, they were ready for me. Sharyn then threw me a couple of rags.

“Gag then first, I could hear Nicole laughing all the way downstairs”

So that was how she was up there, Nicole’s silly ways had got us in hot water again! I made sure I gagged Nicole extra tight as I pulled the rag between her teeth & knotted it tightly. I then cleave-gagged Staci. This done, we all went downstairs. I found some rope & I watched as I saw Sharyn tie Nicole’s hands in front of her. I tied Staci the same way. We took them both to the living room & sat them on the floor. Sharyn then sat them back to back & tied rope around their bodies, holding them together tight. I took more rope & slipped off Staci’s sneakers & tied her ankles together. Sharyn tied Nicole’s ankles as well. Without warning, I started tickling Staci’s feet all over. She bucked & squealed. Nicole was getting it from Sharyn. For a few minutes I had a great time tickling my friends, watching them squeal & squrim. Sharyn & me were getting along great. Then she started to scold me.

“I’m going to have my friend tie you up, Miss Angie!”

“Oh no, not in my house!” I said boldly. I turned to run from her, but I ran straight into Tim!

“Say hello to my friend, Angie!”

“Say hello to my date!” Tim added.

He then grabbed me & held me tight. Of all the dirty low down tricks he ahd pulled! I was going to get it now!

To be continued….

Part two should be up by Saturday

Part I, Introduction

During our most active summer of tie-up games me and my friends kidnapped each other very often. There were abductions and retaliations and they went on the whole summer. We usually played in my friends’ boat-house, in the woods or on the beach surrounding their summer house.

I stayed with my parents in our summer-house right by a beautiful lake deep in the woods of western Sweden. Neighbouring our property was that of the L. family. The L. family’s house was a very big old one, what one could call a mansion really. It had once been the summer residence of a lumber-tycoon in the 19th century. There were really two L. Families, two brothers and their wives and kids. The kids and I had played together every summer since we were very small.

My best friend was Joe, this summer 14, just as I was. His two female cousins Sarah and Jenny were 14 and 15 years old. Joe’s younger brothers Peter and Hank sometimes joined the games, but were in general considered too small. A friend of us, Alexandra or Alex as she was called, joined our games this summer.

This story took place towards the end of the summer, right before a previously posted story called "The Last Weekend of Summer". It was during one of those wonderful sleep-overs we had at their house. The L. Parents had gone off to some function and would be gone for the night, taking the younger brothers with them, and left Jenny, the older girl, in charge. This time she really took charge from the beginning.

Let me just briefly tell about how our games worked. A tie-up game usually started by a kidnapping. One or two of us surprised and kidnapped the others. According to the rules we had, a kidnapping was successful when the victim had been overpowered by the captors, or had been surprised and shot at by a water-gun. Then the victim had to give up and let the captors tie him or her up.

This usually led to a retaliation a day or so later by those who had been kidnapped. The games went on all summer, a summer that lasted ten weeks, and if I recall everything correctly each of us must have been kidnapped and tied up at least twenty-five times that summer.

We had certain rules regarding the kidnappings. The victims could be tied up in any way the captor wanted, as long as it was not painful or dangerous. The victims were nearly always tickle-tortured and then left tied up in some uncomfortable way. If they had not succeeded in getting free after one hour, they were to be released. Sometimes the victims were captured one by one, so the person captured first could be tied up for a longer period. The longest consecutive time I was tied up for was four hours, but that was only once, otherwise you were tied up between one and a half to three hours, including the tickle-time and transportation to the location where you were left.

We were all the best of friends, and even if we really enjoyed tying and torturing each other, it was all fun for us. We all knew that whatever nasty things we did to each other, we would get the same back.

Me and Joe were 14, not very big for our age, he was around 1m 65 and I was 1m 70. Joe was dark and I was blonde. The sisters, Sarah and Jenny were 14 and 15. They did not look so much alike as sisters, but had the same happy smile and good humoured laughter.

Sarah was a rather small kid, only 1m 60, but very athletic. She had green, cat-like eyes and slightly curly red-brown hair down to her shoulders. Her small button-nose was surrounded by freckles. She was cute but not stunningly beautiful.

Jenny was the beauty of the two, blonde with large deep-blue eyes. She stood 1m 70 and was physically very strong and athletic. Both girls did a lot of sports at their school. They both tanned easily and were deeply tanned after a whole summer of sun-bathing on the beach.

Sarah was the hot-head, she could get mad easily, and always fought like hell to get free when she was tied up. She was extremely ticklish and always screamed and cursed, even if she was gagged. Jenny was more calm but just as ticklish as her sister. She always tried to endure tickle-torture silently, but usually she would end up giggling and roaring with laughter. Both girls enjoyed both the excitement and thrill of being tied up, but mostly they enjoyed tying and torturing each other.

Joe was the inventive of us two boys. He always invented new tie-up techniques and gags. He enjoyed tying more than being tied and usually managed quite well being tickled. I loved to be tied up, it was the unknown of being totally helpless that thrilled me the most, but also the sexual excitement of being tied and tickled that I loved. (I didn’t really know that back then) I also loved to tie and tickle my friends, especially the girls. (That was of course a sexual thing too, but I never thought of it that way when I was 14, it was just a wonderful feeling getting to tie and tickle three gorgeous girls.)

The last person in our games, Alex, was 15 too. She lived with her parents at a nearby camping-site and came over often during the summer. Alex was 1m 65 with long shiny dark hair and dark blue eyes. She was a chatter-box and talked all the time, often speaking before thinking, which made for some comical events. At first, Alex was a novice to tie-up games, but after we had introduced her, she enjoyed them as much as we did.

These events took place in the late 70-ties when fashion was a little different from today. We usually dressed in jeans, preferably old and patched Levi’s, with rather narrow legs, (neither of us favoured the flared legs that were popular in the mid 70-ties), with T-shirts or sleeve-less tops for the girls. Sarah also favoured cut-off jeans and Jenny liked baggy Adidas training-pants. We nearly always went barefoot around the house and on the beach. It had always been so with us, we never wore socks in the summer. Sometimes we had sneakers, Nikes were not heard of, it was Adidas or Pumas, but we just as easily went barefoot even in the forest.

Our love of going barefoot was of course an initializing factor for the tickling in our games. Who can resist to tickle the bare feet of a tied up captive?

When this story starts I’m on my way over to the L.family house for the sleep-over. It’s about two o’clock in the afternoon of a beautiful sunny day. I had as usual taken the shortcut path through the woods and was walking barefoot over the soft sand of their beach, dressed in my old Levi’s and a washed out old T-shirt.

Part II, Surprise! The Games Begin

I never rang the bell at the door of the L. House. The door was always unlocked as they always welcomed visitors. During the summers I spent more time at their place than I did at my own. Brushing the sand off my feet, (The two Mrs. L.’s were very particular about that), I entered the dark hall of the mansion. It was surprisingly quiet. I had expected to hear the sound of the girls’ tape recorder booming out an ABBA song and the padded sounds of my friends running around the upper floor recreation room.

I shouted "Hello!" and was soon met by Jenny coming down the stairs. She was beautiful as ever, her long blonde hair in two lose pigtails framing her smiling face. She wore her usual sporty jogging clothes, baggy maroon training-pants with the legs rolled up to just beneath the knees and a tight, short gray top with thin shoulder-straps and of course barefoot. Jenny had a very mischievous smile on her face and I instantly guessed there was a game at hand. She got out a water-pistol and pointed at me, saying:

-Are you with me or against me? I already have three prisoners, you’re welcome to be the fourth!

-With you, I said quickly. I thought it better to be captor at first before I knew how the game had developed.

-OK, said Jenny and gave me a quick, dry kiss on the cheek. I’ve got Joe in the upstairs bedroom and Sarah and Alex are not going anywhere either. Let’s go and see Joe first!

I followed her upstairs, it was lovely to see the muscles of her well toned calves move as her bare feet rapidly ascended the stairs. We went into one of the guest bedrooms. It had a huge mahogany bed with bedposts, lying on his back on the bed was Joe, very helpless and by the reddish look on his face, quite angry. He was dressed only in a pair of cut-off jeans. He was spread-eagled, hands and feet tied with thick hempen rope to the bedposts and he was gagged with a red piece of cloth that surely held a big wad in his mouth.

-Mgwh! Mgwhaa! Said Joe.

-Hello to you too, I answered quickly.
-A bit in a bind, are we?

Jenny jumped on the bed and sat kneeling beside Joe, her buttocks resting on her heels. She picked up a feather from the bed and started slowly tracing it along Joe’s left side and up under his arm. The L. House was full of old Indian-gear formerly used by the two Fathers in their plays as kids. We often got a feather from an Indian head-piece to tickle our bound captives with. Joe tugged at the ropes and gave out an angry muffled sound, looking with horror at the feather, it’s tip slowly circling the skin of his bare arm.

-I’ve only tickled him for ten minutes but he’s already angry, Jenny said with a soft smile.

She continued to tickle Joe’s underarms and belly while she filled me in on her plan:

She had decided to kidnap her younger sister and Alex as they came back from the beach, she needed Joe to help her, but later had turned on him and captured him too.

-Now we’re going to have such fun with them, she said. She could be little devil besides her angel-like looks.

After tickling Joe some more she took me to see her two other captives. I followed her downstairs and further down the cellar stairs. The house had a big spooky cellar that had seen a lot of tied up kids through the years. As we entered the gloomy, cold cellar I shuddered a little as my bare feet touched the cold, cement floor. Jenny quickly took me through some meandering corridors and finally stopped outside a heavy wooden door. Would she turn on me too and capture me?

Jenny opened the door and inside, in a rather small dark storage room, I saw Sarah and Alex. They were tied up like I had never seen any of us tied before. Both girls were standing in the middle of the room. They had their hands tied behind them, but were hunched over forward with their arms raised up towards the ceiling. As we entered they both looked up and "mphed" very loudly and very angrily at us.

Apparently this is what had happened:

When Sarah and Alex had returned from the beach, the trap had sprung on them. Sarah had gone upstairs to change from her bikini to shorts and top. When she came back down she found Alex on the floor, hog-tied and gagged. A light tap on her back and the triumphant cry of:

-Got you little sister!, from Jenny assured Sarah that she was now a prisoner too. Jenny had quickly tied Sarah’s hands behind her back and untied Alex’ hog-tied legs. The two prisoners were marched down the cellar.

Joe had of course "invented" a new tie-up and wanted to try it on the two damsels who stood in the cold storage-room barefoot and with their hands tied behind them. He had taken a piece of rope and tied both girls’ upper arms, not the usual style that pinned the arms to the body, but tying it between their elbows and chincing the rope between them, without tying the rope around the body. As they were both very flexible, this was easy and their elbows were drawn together behind their backs. He then tied their bare feet together and finally their legs above and beneath the knees. Joe had attached a long rope to each girl’s hands and swung it over an overhead pipe in the ceiling, then tugging at the rope, forcing them to bend over forward, raising their arms. He had tightened the ropes until each girl had to stand on tip-toe and finally tied the ropes off to a hook in the wall.

The cleverness of this tie-up had startled Jenny. Seeing her bratty little sister and the chatterbox Alex swaying on tip-toe, trying to hold their balance had been wonderful. The rope from their hands was just as tight that they had to remain on tip-toe not to cause the rope to cut into the skin of their wrists. If they got down on their soles, the tightness of the rope would hurt their wrists. Finally Joe and Jenny pushed two gags behind the teeth of their victims, rags with really big knots in the middle that filled their mouths completely and forced their jaws wide open. A murderous look from Sarah’s green eyes told her sister that when revenge came, it would be terrible. Jenny didn’t care, this was too fun.

I was a bit shocked as I finally understood the ingenious of the way the two girls were tied up.

-Don’t worry, Jenny told me, they have only been like this for half an hour!

-Wow, I thought. Forced to stand on tip-toe with your arms raised behind you for half an hour seemed a bit too freaky for me.

Sarah looked at me with her green eyes pleading for help. She grunted behind her gag. She drooled a little from chewing her gag, and there was a wet spot beneath her on the concrete floor. Sarah and I usually teamed up for our games. It were usually us who kidnapped Jenny and Joe, and us who spent time together bound and gagged. When she understood I had come not to end her time as bound captive but to make it longer, her eyes changed to those of an angry cat, thin slots with bright green behind them, looks that could kill. Alex stood beside her, looking funny in that awkward position, swaying a little, trying to keep her balance on tip-toe.

I must admit both bound girls looked fabulous bound the way they were. Sarah had her hair in braids as usual. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans with not much denim still on them and a tight top. Bending over forward it had slid down her stomach and revealing her whole mid-section. Alex had her dark, shiny hair in a pony tail and wore faded Levi’s and a dark-blue lambswool sweater. Before tying her feet, Jenny had rolled the bottoms of the legs of the Levi’s up a bit to tie the rope around Alex’ ankles. I could see on her arched feet and the tense muscles of her calves that she was really fighting to remain in the position she was in. There was sweat on her forehead, despite the coldness of the room and her pony-tail fell across her face as she was bent over so deep.

I noticed that their bound hands were red and the skin around the ropes that encircled their wrists were pale white. Standing like that must put a great deal of pressure on the wrist-rope, so I told Jenny that we ought to cut them down. She agreed and patted her little sister’s upturned bum once for good measure.

-We’re going to untie you know, but your time as prisoners isn’t over, she said in a grim voice.

We undid the ropes that held their arms raised behind them and as we slowly lowered the ropes both girls let out sighs of relief. They relaxed their feet and both girls went down on their knees. We helped them to sit and took off their gags. Alex immediately started to babble about the cruelty of her tie-up. Sarah just cursed Jenny and promised pay-back. We untied their feet and legs and the ropes around their elbows. Their hands were untied and they spent some time massaging the rope-burns on their wrists.

-You’re not free to go yet, said Jenny. According to our rules you are still my prisoners.

Obeying the rules, Sarah and Alex got to their feet and we re-tied their hands behind them, not very tightly this time.

Part III, A Great Many Laughs

We marched our bound prisoners upstairs and to the kitchen. They were made to sit on kitchen chairs and we brought them lemonade from the fridge. Both prisoners, despite the fact that they had their hands tied behind them, were now fully recovered from their ordeal in the cellar. They even admitted to the cleverness of the tie-up.

-It was really hard to stand on my toes for such a long time, said Sarah, but the idea for a tie-up was cool. Never would I have managed to get free.

Alex agreed:
-It was a cool way to be tied, but we never knew how long we were going to stay that way. The worst part was to stand perfectly still, I was afraid of loosing my balance, and it was a little spooky that the room was almost dark.

I remembered once when Joe had me as a prisoner in the old barn. He had made me stand on a crate, arms tied above my head, rope to a beam so tight I had to stand on tip-toe.

Suddenly Jenny remember where Joe was. We took our prisoners by their arms and hurried them upstairs. In the spare bedroom we found Joe just as we had left him, spread-eagled on the bed. Both Sarah and Alex laughed at his predicament. Because Joe was the one who had invented the tie-up in the cellar we decided not to let him go. Instead we cut him lose from the bed, but tied him up in a hog-tie instead and gagged him well with a sock and a bandana. Jenny and I carried him across the hall to a walk-in closet and stuffed him inside and shut the door.

Now it was time to attend to our bound prisoners. I guess they knew what was coming: tickle torture. It always did, and we all knew it. Jenny took charge of the preparations. The girls were made to lie face down on the big bed, facing the side of the bed. I took care of Alex and Jenny tied Sarah.

Jenny started and I did exactly as she did. First she re-tied her little sisters hands, palm to palm, and chinced the ropes well. Another rope went around Sarah’s arms by the elbows, Jenny chinced that well too so the elbows were drawn inwards behind Sarah’s back. A third rope was bound around her ankles. Jenny bent Sarah’s legs by the knees and pushed them as far up towards her little sister’s bum as possible, a fourth rope was tied from the ankle-rope between the bound hands and back again, knotted off out of reach of the girl’s fingers.

Both Sarah and Alex were very flexible and without much pressure when the rope was tied, their bare feet went right up to their bound hands. They lay there with their shoulders slightly elevated from the bed because of how the elbow-rope held their arms together behind them. It was a good and very tight hog-tie. Finally we put that little extra touch to the masterpiece. Each girl had her bigtoes tied together with a piece of string. They both giggled when we did that. They were ready to be tickled out of their minds!

Jenny started the fun by positioning herself behind Sarah, who nervously looked over her shoulder. Jenny was sitting cross-legged very close to her little sisters bare, bound feet. She started by slowly raking her fingernails down the soles of her sister’s feet. Sarah immediately curled her toes, her soles becoming very wrinkled. Jenny took care of that by taking a firm hold of the bound-together big-toes and forcing them back, making Sarah arch her feet. Jenny continued to rake her nails across Sarah’s high arches and the poor girl started giggling. She was biting her lower lip, trying to be quiet, but couldn’t.

I started doing the same to Alex. She had not been tied and tickled that many times, but was very, very ticklish. She had cute feet, as had Sarah. Both girls had rather small feet with cute toes and high arches. I knew from before that Alex went mad when I poked my fingers between her toes and scratch their undersides. Soon Alex was shaking and giggling.

We had decided to give them a marathon tickle-torture. Usually we would tickle a prisoner for about five minutes, then letting them have a break. This time we went straight on for fifteen minutes. We altered the torture from high-speed raking of their soles to slowly caressing the soft skin of their toes, then going back to hard tickling. Both girls were laughing madly, shaking their heads and screaming for us to stop.

Sarah was cursing her big sister, the torturer. Her braids flapped as she turned her head this and that way, sweat breaking out on her forehead. Alex was pleading for mercy, she had tears on her cheeks, not from crying but from laughing so hard.

After fifteen minutes we changed tactics. We gagged them with the "sock-ballgag", a bandana with a sportsock wound around it like a ball. The sock filled up their mouths completely and forced their jaws wide open. We turned them on their sides, hitched their top and sweater up and started to tickle their bellies. Alex hated it when I tickled her belly-button.

After that we both went for Sarah. I tickled her feet as Jenny tickled her belly and ribs. We did this for more than fifteen minutes and I guess Sarah was just seconds from peeing her pants as we stopped. Then we did the same to Alex.

We had enjoyed ourselves for nearly forty-five minutes when we decided to finally end their torment. Both girls were exhausted from the intense tickling. We placed them side by side again, facing the side of the bed. I took a long rope and attached it to the foot of the bed. I then tied the rope to Sarah’s already bound feet and continued to tie it around Alex’ feet and finally tied it to the head-board. This made it impossible for them to turn over on their sides, and prevented them from trying to free each other. We left them on the bed for an hour, not expecting them to get free.

Joe was untied and fled downstairs very quickly, afraid to get caught by the angry girls and be subject of their revenge for what he had done to them. When we came back to the hog-tied damsels an hour later they were as we had left them. Both had angrily chewed their gags wet and they had desperately tried to pick on the knots of the ropes that held them firmly bound. Sarah and Alex looked at us with big, helpless eyes over their wide-open mouths filled with the sock-gags. We decided they had had enough and started to untie them slowly. When they were finally free all they could talk about was how they were going to get back at us, but that’s another story…

I'd also like to thank Angie for all her wonderful contributions over the past few months. I'm looking forward to the next one.

It's people like you (and others) that continue to make this site so enjoyable.

Keep up the great work!

Actually, it would be a little more convenient for me if you could send me a plain text copy of each story anyway, after posting it. It would make it easier for me to format the story for posting on my site. If you do not want to reveal your real email address, go to http://quickmail.quickhosts.com/ and register a free email account with them.

Regarding artwork, I may do what you suggest. I was thinking of asking anyway but I just needed that little extra "push". :-)

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“What were they doing?” he asked Sharyn

“They were in your room. They found your magazines. Your tie-up magazines!”

“Just to think, Sharyn asked me to get you guys back from tickling her the other day, now I have a better reason”

“Tim!” I protested before he covered my mouth with his hand.

“Sshh! Quiet sis”

“Perfect!” Sharyn said as she tossed a rag to Tim.

“Now I’ll show you how I punish my sister” Tim added as the rag replaced his hand. Soon after, the rag was tied tight in my mouth.

“You had no business snooping around in my room, young lady.” Tim said as he crossed my wrists behind my back & took rope out of his pocket & tied them tightly together. I knew I would never get loose from his knots. He then put me down on the floor & tied my bare ankles together. I looked over at Nicole & Staci still tied together. The worst was yet to come. Tim then tied the excess rope from my ankles to my wrists, putting me in a hog-tie!
I was expecting to be blindfolded as well, but it didn’t come. Only Tim’s fingers on my feet!

“I’ll show you where she’s most ticklish Sharyn” Tim said as he started slowly. I started to buck & squeal at his touch.

“Here, here & here…. And here, basically everywhere!”

Sharyn started laughing. I squealed loudly into the gag as Tim raked my feet endlessly. She was enjoying it & so were Nicole & Staci who were laughing behind their gags at my dilemma. I tried to playfully call them names behind the gag. Sharyn then joined Tim in torturing my feet. Her nails were pure torture as they raked the bottom of my soles. I thrashed wildly & actually tipped over on my side. Now there was nowhere to go. For about fifteen minutes, Tim & Sharyn tickled me to no end. Sharyn tickled the back of my legs & sides as well. I was worn out, but I had a feeling that wasn’t the end of it. Nicole & Staci were still giggling as Sharyn looked over at them.

“I think those two need to get it next”

Sharyn & Tim walked over & started tickling my friends. Now I was giggling watching them get it. They were squealing & thrashing about. Nicole almost tipped both of them over with her giggling. She was enjoying it way too much & so did little Staci. After about ten minutes, Tim & Sharyn stopped & got up.

“ I think we should tie them all up differently & then give them personal attention, What do you say Sharyn?”

“Sounds good to me”

I knew it wasn’t over as Tim untied the rope tying my feet to my ankles. Sharyn untied the rope around Nicole & Staci’s bodies. Quickly, all of our feet were untied next. We were then hustled to the basement. My hands still tied tightly behind me. Nicole & Staci’s hands still tied in front of them. Once down there, we were led into the small room. I was then made to sit in a chair. Tim then took more rope & tied it around my body three or four times, securing me to the chair. Both of my ankles were tied to each chair leg. In this position, I was really vulnerable to any tickle attack!
Meanwhile, Nicole & Staci were made to lie on a mat that was on the floor. Sharyn then tied their bound hands over & behind them to a metal pole. She then re-tied their ankles together. Satisfied that were tied up good, Tim & Sharyn stood up.

“Okay girls” Tim said “Who do we start with first?”

“What about your sister?” Sharyn asked as she looked at me

“No, I think she should watch some more…. Or maybe not watch”

I mmmppphed into the gag at his suggestion of a blindfold.

“Well maybe later we can do that. Let’s have her watch first”

Nicole & Staci started mmmpppphing & twisting as Tim & Sharyn kneeled down next to their feet. Tim tickled Nicole while Sharyn tickled Staci. Both of my friends thrashed & squealed as fingers raked their soles & toes. Tim then pulled out a feather & really went to town on Nicole. Sharyn was laughing as she watched Nicole get tickled well. Tim then gave the feather to Sharyn & she then tickled Staci with it. Staci squealed loudly as Nicole just giggled behind her gag. All this time, I was trying to free myself, but was having an impossible time with the knots. Even I could get my wrists free; I was still tied to the chair. I just sat there & waited for the inevitable punishment.
About ten minutes of tickling Nicole & Staci into exhaustion, Tim & Sharyn stopped & walked over to me.

“Your turn now sis” Tim said as I started squealing. He & Sharyn both kneeled down & then started tickling me all over my feet & soles. I squealed loudly & thrashed about, almost tipping the chair over which brought giggles from my friends.

“Watch yourself Angela, don’t want you to get hurt!”

Easier said than done, I thought as their touch & that feather made it almost impossible for me to not squirm. For about ten dreaded minutes, I was tickled silly by their fingers & the feather. I couldn’t do anything but squeal loudly. Any thrashing about was limited, due to the chair almost tipping over. Then Tim asked me a question.

“Are you going to snoop anymore?”

“Mmmppphhh!!!” I squealed loudly meaning that I was saying no, but Tim interpreted it as saying yes! He then raked me more with the feather. I tried to say no behind the thick rag, but it was so garbled that he couldn’t understand it.

“I think we need to take this to the next level” Tim said as he produced another rag & blindfolded me with it! The worst was yet to come for me!

“I think Nicole & Staci need to join the fun, don’t you think Sharyn?”

She agreed & I heard them untying my friends. I heart was pounding. Nicole & Staci were going to tickle me as well! I then heard Nicole’s voice.

“Let’s get her Staci!”

I squealed as I felt more fingers on my feet. I couldn’t take it as I thrashed in the chair. This time it was being held by somebody, probably Tim. I wasn’t going anywhere, backward, side to side, anything. Nicole, Staci & as far as I could tell, Sharyn were all over my feet & legs. They were endlessly giggling at my expense. I had a plan for revenge for my friends doing this.

“I think that’s enough” Tim said. Then the blindfold was removed. They tickled me to tears, for I was so sensitive. It was so thorough that I was exhausted as well. Tim & Sharyn left the room to continue their date I guess. Nicole & Staci then untied me. They gave me a big hug for being a good sport, but I was already plotting revenge on them, which would come soon!

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Please tell me another story of how you tied up Angie , and it looks like her friends as well

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Tom Ford- Tom takes a lot of time and effort to present us with his stories. Everyone's favorite bondage captive has been a part of this site for a long time and has dazzled whith his childhood stories. Very nice plot, and often interesting twists. Though I prefer female bondage more, his stories are very detailed and all arround fun to read. Often times I have said to him, "Man, you've got to write a book!"

Zorro- Three words; "Come back, man." This young writer has regaled us with his bondage stories of college days past. Some posters come and go, and their stories are lost in the archives. Often times I find myself coming back and indulging myself in his many adventures over and over again. He definately has a way with words, which makes his stories so interesting. A different look at the bondage life, I am amazed at what this man has encountered.

Angie Fredrico- One of our freshest new posters, and already she seems to be a favorite. She is another member of our younger crowd, with a great writing style. Her stories are very enjoyable and should be taken into consideration for an award.

(Me- Good! What more can I say?)

Do you have any good candidates for an award, if we have one?

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2. Whatever happened to "Tied and True Tales" site?

Mase is just as confused as we are...
They are looking for a new provider I understood, so we'll just have to wait.

CU, FH

This is just the work of a person who obviously has a much more sad and pathetic life than I thought I had. My two best guesses are probably either some religious want to be terrorist on a holy war against bondage; or some kid one of the girls here dismissed for the loser he is.

For the record, I use Norton Anti Virus, and Black Ice Defender fire wall, they work for me; or at least have so far.

Now that I've overexplained that, we return to the stories,

As Ishmael points out, there are a lot of strange mails nowadays. A qouple of weeks ago I recieved one that looked like it was from Angie Federico, writer at this site. After responding to her I found out that she had not sent it.

I also recieve mails with titles that look like advertisments and have contained different kinds of nasty surprises.

I belong to a number of Yahoo Clubs, and I believe it's easy to use the memberlists there to create these sort of automatic responses, but since I'm not very good at the technical stuff when it comes to computers, what do I know?

My advice to all of you is:

Look carefully at the information about the recieved mail. All those phoney ones I have recieved are sized about 120-130K, rather big.

They can have titles that look like ads or "Love to chat with you" or messages like that.

Scan all your messages before opening them.

As I use Yahoo mail, my messages can easily be scanned by Norton.

When frequenting message-boards and clubs, use a different E-mail adress from the one you use in your private correspondance, you never know who you are corresponding with, do you?

At last, I'm sorry if a message using my adress has caused any trouble for anyone.

I also never accept unsolicited attachments even if I'm sure they're clean. Even those I'm expecting from trusted sources go onto disk before I scan it on a drone computer I keep for that purpose. Basically, its a matter of common sense and a large dose of paranoia :-) when it comes to keeping your machine clean.

Norton Antivirus takes care of the rest and take it from me, it IS as good as its manufacturers say it is. It's nice and easy to use - even I have no trouble using it :-D Everyone should have a copy.

BTW, a tip for those using Outlook; If you're not sure about a mail with an obviously infected attachment, use the SCROLL keys (the ones with arrows) to highlight the offending mail. This places it in "Safe" mode and it will not 'open' in the same way as simply highlighting the subject line. Then press SHIFT and DELETE at the same time to bring up a prompt asking if you want the whole thing permanently deleted.

Another technique also worth trying if you're really serious about staying uninfected is sending yourself a mail from something like Hotmail before opening the Inbox as some unpatched versions of Outlook will automatically read the MOST recent mail thus triggering attachments if it's one containing a virus. That way, you can safely see what you've got before zapping everything.

I'll confess I'm no expert but I hope this helps.

Regarding RT and TTT, some good news; my host Mick says he has found a new webhost but it will be another week or so before we're back online. This is mainly because we've got to re-upload and check everything before conducting business as usual.

I can't resist this little promotional plug: Send me all your true/fictional (adult) bondage and/or rainwear tales and I'll try get everything up in time for the big opening! :-)

When I was in grad school a few years ago in Michigan, I had a close, close friend named Lori. She was a short, dralingly cute little redhead whom I'd gone to the Univ. of Mich. with, and we'd dated on and off for a couple years. We were kind of done with that by now, for the most part, but we were very close friends. (We've since parted way, albeit in a friendly manner. She moved to Europe in 1999 and I got married a year later. We talk via email frequently, but I haven't seen her in 3 years)

Anyway, even in grad school when we were both crazy and busy all the time, we were very playful and almost like children. We'd playfight, tease, torment, giggle, goof on each other...everything. One of my favorite pastimes after a while was to make her crazy by talking, calling her little names, yapping on and on - it was very annoying, looking back on it. She would go nuts, yell at me, threaten me, pounce on me... but I loved to goof on her and get her riled up and I'd never stop.

Lori and I shared an apartment togerther off campus. That's important to know, I guess.

One weekend she was away to see her folks and she told me to make sure to 1) buy plenty of red wine, and 2) thaw out the chicken in our freezer. Her (our, I guess) friends Tracy and Tara were coming over and whe was going to make this chicken dish she was someone famous for. I know, you don't need to know that.

Anyway, I forgot to get the wine. And thaw the chicken. And I drove the 90 minutes to northern Ohio to her folks house to pick her up forgetting all about that. But I didn't care - we were in a lull in our schedules and had a few days to take it easy.

I was always attracted to Lori - as I said, we'd dated off and on since college - but had pretty much settled on being her friend and roommate. But when I picked her up and she came out of her folks house in a tight black v-necked t-shirt and tan khakis, I couldn't help notice how good she looked. It was that kind of attraction - I knew how awesome she was. But every once in a while I'd remember how cute and sexy her little 5"2 body was.

So we loaded her stuff into the car (mostly clean laundry) and I had her duffle bag and dropped it. I picked it up and noticed a pair of handcuffs in there. I knew these well - she had run one of those "arrest your friends for charity" auctions and used these as kind of a trademark/symbol thing when she would speak to groups to drum up support, but I was curious why she had them. She said it was a bag she hadn't used in about 2 months and they wre just in there. She was telling the truth - the woman had about 30 bags she used for different occasions. We just laughed at the cuffs being in there and took off.

I began teasing here while driving, calling her "Daddy's girl" and making fun of her for bringing her laundry home. It was also in the 60s and we had ther windows open, and when she took off her shoes and laid her feet out the window (she had navy blue socks on) I kidded her about foot odor and began to jokingly swerve, claiming I was overwhelmed by her foot odor. "Leave my feet alone - they smell fine," Lori said. Stupid, childish stuff like that.

Lori was tired but amuseed, and called me an obnoxious pig. (shye wasn't wrong. I guess) But when the fight over the radio station started - I wanted rock, she wanted dance - she grew tired of me. About 45 minutes from home I flipped the station on her for about the 10th time and she blew up at me, half jokingly.

"Why can't we listen to what I want, ever? You're a brat with no manners," she said.

"Take it easy, Red. Your music is awful - you have to know that," I said.

"James, I'm turning it back. Don't you dare mess with it again," Lori said and turned the station back.

I loved the challenge and reached for it. She grabbed my wrist and laughed. "I'm warning you," Lori said. "If you do...I'll handdcuff you. I'll handcuff your hands behing your back for the rest of this trip!"

"Then who would drive?" I asked.

"Oh, I'd drive. And I wouldn't take the cuffs off until we got home. it;d be a citizen's arrest," Lori said.

"LOri, if I didn't have to listen to this terrible music, I'd LET you handcuff me," I said back.

"You mean that? We've got a deal," Lori said and swung her feet back in the car. "A deal? Your music for me handcuffing you? Oh, you are SO on. What, are you going to welch?"

"Hell, no," I said, pulled over to the side of the highway, turned to my station, and put it in park. "Anything to keep that pollution off my radio."

Lori put her shoes back on and got out and went to get the handcuffs out of the front seat. "I've got socks here - if I let you crank the music up, can I gag you too," Lori asked, giggling.

"Shut up and get in the car. We have people coming over," and as I said that, I had a sinking feeling. I'd forgotten to thaw the chicken!

Lori came into the driver's seat, adjusted everything, and turned to me with a nasty little grin and the cuffs. I smiled, shook my head, and placed my wrists together in front of me.

Lori shook her head. "Uh uh. I'm handcuffing your hands BEHING your back. That way you can't touch, poke, or annoy me in any way."

I obliged, leaning forward and putting my hands behind my back, and Lori cuffed them in place. She then reached over and put my seatbelt on, and then cupped my face in her hand, like you would a baby. "That's my good boy," she said. "Consider yourself in my custody until we get home."

I figured I wouldn't tell her about the chicken and the wine until we got to the apartment. Otherwise, she might now unlock me. She'd take the cuffs off when we pulled in, we'd go inside, and THEN I'd tell her that I ruined her prospective dinner. I would hope she, Tracy, and Tara would understand and we'd get pizza.

We rode home, laughing and stuff, my music playing (Springsteen, the Beatles, Aerosmith) and it felt funny but OK with my hands basically tied behind me. She was in a good, playful mood, and it was one more reminder of how cool Lori was and how much fun we had.

We pulled in to the driveway - it was about 6 p.m. and Tracy and Tara were due over at 7. "OK, take 'em off please," I said and leaned forward.

Lori giggled. "The keys are in my room," she said. "C'mon," and unbuckled me and led me inside. Luckily, no one saw this.

We got inside and Lori sat me down in a chair in the TV room ashe she kicked her shoes off. I was still cuffed. "JUst wait here - I just want to get the stuff out for the chicken, then I'll uncuff you." I had a sick feeling as she went into the kitchen and then let out a whoop. "Lori, listen, we can..."

"You asshole!" she said, coming out of the kitchen and over to where she sat me. "I asked you to do one thing! What is your problem! Trace and Tara love this chicken dish - now I can't make it! You jerk!" and she pushed me back down as I tried to get up.

I apologized and offered to make it up to her as she stood over me with her hands on her hips. I kept saying "I'm sorry" and she just scowled and shook her head and I felt bad. But finally, after about a minute, I looked up at her, leaned a little forward, and said, "Lor...not to change the subject...but could you get the key and get me loose please?"

Lori shooked her head and glared at me, pausing for several seconds. "Wait here - don't move. I don't want you to screw anything else up!" Then she padded upstairs to where our bedrooms were.

She was up there for a little more than a minute and I yelled up, "Don't worry, Lor. I'll take the car, get some pizza...It'll be on me. And you can tell the girls what an ass I am."

Just then Lori came down the stairs, holding a handful of stuff. It looked like she had some belts and a piece of black rope (I recognized that - it can from her camping hear)

"You have the key, right?" I asked.

Lori approached me with the belts and rope and another glare. "No, I don't. I messed up too, Jim. I...oops, I lost the key! Guess you're not going anywhere. Here, let's make you comfy."

I resisted but Lori pushed me back down in the chair and wrapped the belt around my arms, tightening it to a point where I couldn't move. "Don't you dare kick me," she warned and crouched at my feet. Lori took my shoes off - leaving my feet bare - and tied the black rope around my ankles pretty tight. I writhed around but she stood over me and grinned. Then she sat down on my lap and cupped my face in her hand again.

"I'm going to hold you hostage, James, until Tracy, Tara, and I decide what to do to you. "I should have tied you up a long time ago - you are a brat with no manners and no considertion who needs to be taught a lesson. I'm going to teach you one."

I went to say something but Lori put her hand over my mouth.

"Speak only if spoken too, or I'll put you on the floor and put my foot over your mouth. I didn't appreciate the comment about foot odor - you'll get it first hand if youb speak without being allowed to. Nod if you understand, prisoner!"

I reluctantly nodded, baffled and amazed by Lori's rapid turn to evil. She tied me up - what was I going to do?

Lori took her hand off my mouth, reminded me of silence again, and went into the kitchen. "I need to work this out. Don't you move, or you'll be very sorry."

I sat there in the chair, bound hand and foot and at Lori's mercy, and waited.

After about 10 minutes, she came back out. “Thanks for forgetting the wine, too,” she said. “Get up!”

She got me to my feet. “Hop into the kitchen! Do it!” she yelled, and I hopped my bound feet into the kitchen. Lori pulled a chair from the table and told me to sit in it. I did.

“Don’t you move,” she said and ran up stairs. She came down a shorttime later with more black rope from here camping set.

“You are not going to move, you are not going to speak,” Lori said, and she tied me to the chair with the rope, around my arms and legs/ “Do you understand me?”

I nodded.

“The three of us will decide what should happen to you. When they get here, if you make a peep,” Lori paused standing in my face, then looking down at her feet “well, you’ll get to see what my socks taste like. And Tara and Tracy will be on my side, so don’t even think about it!”

I nodded again, and Lori left the room and went and cranked the stereo loud. I sat in the kitchen, tied to the chair, and basically awaited whatever fate Lori had in store for me.

A while later the doorbell rang and my heart started to race. It was Tara and Tracy! And her I was, bound to a chair by my very pissed off roommate.

I heard them talking (Tara was actually my friend Gary’s girlfriend. He was in London for the year, and we were friendly. She was a little taller than Lori with long curly brown hair and a nice figure. Tracy was Lori’s good friend – we were all close. She was the tall one, and blonde and athletic. She too was pretty.)

I heard the talking but couldn’t make it out. My hands cuffed behind me and the roped holding me to the chair, I tried to think of a way out, but there just wasn’t any. My heart raced and the music stopped.

“I can’t believe he did that!” Tara said. “I love your chicken. I’m going to kill him.”

“Well,” Lori said,” “You might get your chance. Come with me.” And the 3 of them walked into the kitchen. Tara wore a grey v-cut sweater with sleeves above the elbows and red cordouroys and black clogs. Tracy had a white t-shirt with the college’s logo on it and warm-ups and white socks. The two burst out laughing when they saw me all tied up.

“You tied him up?” Tara said. “How?”

“Long story – kind of an accident,” Lori said, walking to me and sitting on my lap. “So, what do you think of our hostage? Want to keep him?”

“What are you going to do to him?” Tracy asked, walking over, while Tara crouched behind me to inspect the handcuffs.

“That’s for all of us to decide – if you ask me, he’s had this coming for a long time,” Lori said, tousling my hair as she sat on my lap. “He’s such a brat – really no manners. This is the last straw. Luckily, I’ve got him right where I want him, so I’m not going to let him go.”

Tracy said, “Let’s take him into the other room and decide. More comfortable.”

They all agreed. Lori untied me from the chair and Tara helped me up. My hands, feet, and arms were still bound. They hopped me into the same easy chair (not a recliner) and sat me down. Lori again sat on my lap.

Tara kicked her clogs off. She had white socks and sat on the floor against the coach, facing me. Tracy sat on the floor too.

“”I think we should make him pay for dinner,” Tara said. “And good dinner. Eggplant parmesan from Louie’s! They deliver.”

“Yeah!” Tracy said. “And dessert, too! He can watch us eat while he’s tied up. THEN we’ll untie him – only then!”

“Sound OK to you, Goofy?” Lori asked me, then used her hands to nod my head up and down. “Yup. He’s good with it. He’s got credit cards in his wallet, Trace. Here,” Lori said, and reached into my pants pocket and got my wallet. “Go call and order. The menu’s in the drawer.”

Tracy did and ran into the kitchen.

Tara was crouching, at my bound feet. “Gee, are ya ticklish?” she asked and ran her fingers under my feet.”

I yelled out “No!” and Tara kept tickling my feet, wiggling her fingers under the soles and heels. Lori looked amused.

“No? You sure seem ticklish!” Tara teased, wiggling her fingers up to my toes and back down the soles of my feet again. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“Stop it! STOP IT! Please!,” I squirmed and Lori then looked at my ribs and gently tickled them.

“Tickle torture!” Lori said. “My, aren’t you ticklish,” and she dug her fingers into my ribs and stomach as her feet locked me into the chair. Tara continued to tickle my feet and ankles, then my knees.

I was breathing hard and laughing so much that I was gasping. Lori’s little fingers continued to flutter over my ribs and under my armpits. “I think we found another way to punish him, Tar. He can’t STAND to be tickled! Keep going!”

Tara and Lori’s fingers were all over my bound body and feet and I was howling “Ohhhh! D-d-d-d-doon’t!!! God—n-n-n-n-n-nooooo. DON’T TICKLE ME, PLEASE!” That’s when Tracy came in.

“He’s screaming!” she said. “The food will be here in half and hour – I could barely hear the guy on the other end. He’s hysterical – are you killing him?”

“Yeah,” Tara said, hopping to her feet and sinking her fingers into my chest and upper ribs, “We’re tickling him to death.”

“That’s cruel! And that’s torture, isn’t it? I mean, you can’t tie someone up and tickle him. It’s like kidnapping and assault.”

“Hardly,” Lori said over my pleading yells, stopping the tickling for a second. Then she got up, leaving only Tara and her wiggling fingers to tickle me. “Look how hard he’s laughing – if he’s suffering, he’s also having fun. And he deserves it.”

“Tracy, PLEASE get me loose. Untie me! I swear I’ll…” and that’s when Tara clamped her hand over my mouth and stopped tickling me for a minute.

“We need to shut him up,” Tara said. “We only have 30 minutes until the food gets here, and I don’t want to waste it! Lori, get something to gag him with!” Tara’s hand stayed clamped on my mouth and she sat Indian-style now in my lap.

“Tracy, we’ll stop when the food’s here, OK?” Lori asked.

Tracy thought for a minute. “We’re not hurting him? He’s all tied up, and tickling can be such torture.”

Tara said, “Trust me, he’ll be fine. Now can you please go get a gag before he bites my hand?”

Lori said, “Get a pair of socks from my drawer. Trust us – it’s ONLY tickling. He’s in agony right now because he’s so ticklish, but he’ll be fine.”

I tried to yell to Tracy to not listen to them, but Tara’s hand stayed on my mouth and shut me up. When Tracy turned and went upstairs, I knew I’d had it.

“OK, so you’ve only got 30 minutes if tickle-torture left, OK?” Tara said.

“Yeah, when the food gets here, we’ll stop tickling you,” Lori said. “You deserve this, so stop screaming!”

Tracy then came down the stairs with a pair of green argyle knee-socks and handed them to Tara.

Tara said, “My feet are holding him in place. You go around behind him and gag him. Tie both socks around his mouth, OK?”

Tracy did, and next thing I knew I was gagged with Lori’s socks. Then Tara and Lori dragged me to the floor and stood over me. I tried to scream but the gag wouldn’t let me, and Tara placed her foot on my chest. HER white socks were filthy – this was as close as they’d get, I hoped. (grad students are never clean, you know?)

“25 minutes of tickling hell!” Tara said. “You deserve it. Here we go!” Tara and Lori pounced on me and gave me the most severe tickling I ever got. Tara got behind me at one point, wrapped her feet around me while sitting me up, and tickled my ribs in rapid fire motion from behind. Lori heled my feet while Tara did this and tickled my hips and legs. After a while Tracy joined in and tickled my ribs. I was a quivering mass of giggly nerves and was laughing almost out of control under the socks.

“You need to grow up,” Lori said. “I hope we don’t have to tickle you like this again. But you deserve it!”

Finally Lori stopped tickling me and got up, and Tracy did the same. Tara stayed, wiggling her fingers under my neck and then tickling my feet some more while sitting on me. I was exhausted and panting

“Whew!” Tara said, “now I AM exhausted. I sure worked an appetite. Did you like that, Jim?”

I violently shook my head while Tara stayed on top of me. “I LOVE tickle torturing people,” she said. “Should I take his gag off?” she asked Lori.

“Yeah, go ahead,” Lori said, waiting at the window for the delivery car. “Then put him on the couch and put a blanket over him so the guy won’t see he’s tied up when he gets here. We’ll untie him when we’re done.”

“Maybe,” Tracy said. Now SHE was enjoying this.

“Yeah, maybe,” Tara said, still on top of me as she slid the socks out of my mouth. “You better not make one wrong move, though. Or we’ll keep you tied up and tickle you all….over…again!”

Tara got to her feet, helped me up, and laid me on the couch, still bound. She put a blanket over me and then sat down on top of me.

“The guy’s here,” Lori said as a car pulled up. “Everyone be cool.”

“Oh, too bad,” Tara said, gritting her teeth and looking down at me with an evil grin. “And I wanted to tickle you some more!” As she said ‘tickle,” she threw her hands into my ribs through the blanket again and I almost screamed. But Tara handgagged me again, placed a finger to her lips until I was calm, then took it off and sat in the chair where the torture started, grinning at me the whole time. “Remember – quiet,” she whispered.

The food was dropped off and I was left tied up on the couch while they ate. When they finished, I was untied and brought to my room and told to go to sleep. I did. Was it over? I hoped so. I had never imagined three women were capable of such torture.

But was it over? Who knew?

The address will remain as is - http://restrainedtastes.com/ or http://restrainedtastes.com/ttt/

At this point, I'd like to say Thank you all very much for your support and encouragement! It was truly heartening receiving so many mails of support and encouragement during the time RT and TTT was down.

Ever tie Amy to a chair? A pole? Do you gag her often? Blindfold? I'm curious about the rest!

“I’m going to check on the laundry,” Nicole said as she got up & left the room. I then left Staci there & went into the hallway. I made sure that Nicole was in the basement & I then looked in the closet. What luck! There I found some clothesline & duct tape. I quickly tore a piece of the tape off & then carried the rest into the other room. Sneaking up behind Staci, I quickly planted the piece of tape firmly across her mouth!

“Gggrrrmmpphhh!!!” she said behind the tape gag as I quickly grabbed her hands & crossed her wrists behind her back. She didn’t fight me that much as I took that from her giggling. Looping the rope around her wrists about four times, I then secured a couple of tight knots.

“I hope Nicole doesn’t get back before I finish” I told my little captive

“Because you’re both going to get it for the other day!”

Staci started squirming & squealing when I said this. I quickly tied her ankles together. Her bare legs & feet was all mine, but I didn’t want her to warn Nicole with her loud noises, so I held off. Just then I heard Nicole emerge from the basement. I stood behind the door, ready with a piece of tape & holding more clothesline.

“Hey you guys I got an iddggrrmmmpphh!!”

Nicole couldn’t finish her sentence. I hand gagged her quickly, then replacing it with the tape.

“Surprise Nic!”

Staci tried to warn her, but I heard Nicole giggle at her.

“God, Nicole. Can’t you guys put up a fight for once?”

It was almost like they knew I wanted to get them back, the element of surprise was somewhat gone. I quickly tied my best friends’ hands behind her back, adding a few tight knots. I then put Nicole on the floor & bound her bare ankles together. With both of them wearing cutoff shorts, it was too easy for me to tickle torture them.

“I’ve been waiting for this you two!” I said as I kneeled in front of their feet & tickled both of them with each hand. Nicole & Staci then wiggled around & squealed, trying to get away from my touch.

“It’s no use you two! You’re my captives now! I have to get you back from the other day!”

I went all over Nicole’s feet & legs, taking pleasure in watching her squirm & squeal. I was enjoying this very much, I just hoped that Jimmy or anybody else wouldn’t spoil it.

“Are you lonely Staci?” I said as I left Nicole & started in on the little brunette. My hands & fingers were all over her tanned legs. After about twenty minutes of tickling my friends, I stopped. I then stood up.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to get you mom’s feather duster Nicole”

Nicole started squirming, giggling & shaking her head. She was trying to talk behind the tape, but I couldn’t make it out. I went back to the closet & found the feather duster. I then spotted some rags. I took all that back into the other room where my captives were. Nicole & Staci both squealed loudly when they saw the feather duster.

“I think I’m going to have to gag you both a different way, I don’t like that tape”

I went over & carefully peeled the tape off Staci’s mouth. I quickly put a rag between her teeth & pulled it tight & knotting it. I then went over to Nicole. I carefully peeled the tape from her mouth. As always, Nicole had to say something.

“You’re enjoying this too much Angie!” She said as she stuck out her tongue at me. I then cut off any more of her speech with a rag, which I used to cleave-gag her tightly.

“My brothers are right Nicole, you are a chatterbox. I want you guys to try & free each other; I want to see it. I’ll be over here watching”

I went over to one of the couches & plopped myself down, still holding the feather duster.
Nicole & Staci both went back to back in to trying to free the other one. For about five minutes, I watched them try. I had tied them good. Then I had an idea. I got off the couch & started tickling Nicole’s soles with the feather duster! She started squirming. I then tickled her sides with my fingers. Her & Staci’s concentration was definitely broken.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I taunted as I got Staci good as well. Just then they started Mmmmphing really loudly.

“Okay you guys, I’ll quit now” They were actually trying to warn me to look behind me. Suddenly I was grabbed. It was Jimmy!

“Why you little brat! Let go of me!”

My protests only got me tape gagged by the little monster. He then put me on the floor & tied my hands behind my back. I could see Nicole giggling as well as Staci. Then my ankles were tied. I was now at his mercy. He then spotted the feather duster! Oh no, I thought as I struggled, but he had learned a lot about rope tying from my brothers. Suddenly my bare feet were touched by the feather duster. I squirmed & squealed but it only made it worse. I was lying on my stomach, so my whole back of my legs was tickled. I was wishing that my friends would really free themselves so we could turn the tide on the little creep. But if they did, would they join him? Since Nicole was his sister & Staci liked him…. I could only wonder. I managed to peek over at them & was amazed when Nicole & Staci had freed themselves! Just when Jimmy was really into tickling me good, Nicole had gotten up & pounced on her brother!

“Gotcha!” Nicole said as she held him as tight as she could

“Get off me sis!” he yelled as Staci worked on freeing my hands. Soon they were loose & I then removed the tape gag.

“Are we even Nic?” I said as I freed my ankles

“Yep!” she replied as she slapped my hand

“Time to really have some fun!”

“You guys better let me go!” Jimmy shouted before Nicole put his hand over his mouth. But Jimmy somehow broke her grip, pushed her aside & ran out of the room. The little brat then ran out the front door. Nicole started to chase him, but gave up.

“We are going to get him you guys! Mark my words”

With that, we planned to capture him once & for all.

Same with your as well, exarace, keep going!

Do you by any chance happen to think Amy has cute feet? It's pretty common among those of us who are into tying up to be into feet as well. Or do you just tickle them to have some way to "torture" her?

This stuff still go on, or did this all happen a long time ago?

Ever play at a kidnapping, or was it all just simple 'tie up' games?

Adress: gregoryclubbrugge@hotmail.com

How old are you (just to put this in perspective, like are you a 12yo tying up a 9yo, or a 15yo tying up a 9yo), and do you think Amy has cute feet, or do you just tickle them for the sake of adding a "torture"?

Donovan

I don't think posting generic photos would add *anything* to the stories, in fact, it would probably intrude on what your imagination can come up with.

Good photos are almost entirely absent on the internet, for some stupid reason.

All that we can find, in photos, is pornography.

AW's lurker net is somewhat an exception, except that photos disappear there after a week.

Even if they are the most innocent shots of your mates (either guys/girls) after they've been bound and/or gagged, the nature of this site means they instantly enter the realm of pornography and that's when major trouble starts.

It's also why the rules so explicitly state that no descriptions of accompanying sexual acts are allowed because it is about chronicling the fun and 'innocence' of our early tying-up competitions or other activities before the eventual sexualisation of such games along with the realisation there is a word for it - bondage!

Hope this helps clear up any problems or misunderstandings.

I had gotten the supplies stashed in my room and I crept up from behind jenn with my handkerchief that was supposed to be soaked w/ chloroform. I got right behind her and clamped my hand with the scarf over her mouth and nose.
"mmMMMPPHHH!!" jenn muffled through her gag, futiley trying to pull my arm away. She then moaned and passed out. I was so hard by now. I half carried, half dragged her to my room where I gently layed her face down on my bed and started to tie her up. I tied some rope around her ankles, and then I pulled her wrists behind her back and began to tie them, but I made sure to keep them somewhat loose as I wanted to make sure that I got to get tied up. Finally, the best part, the gag. I should also mention that I have a major gag fetish, almost as I love turtleneck sweaters. I took one of the scarves and shoved it into her mouth, and then folded the other one into rectangular formation and very tightly tied it around her mouth and behind her head, effectively detective style gagging her like on TV. I stood back and admired my work, and I could feel myself all tingly inside as she woke up and started squirming and wriggling around. She also mmmrrrmmmged and mmmmphhhed constantly, probaly the sweetest sound I will ever hear.
She struggled with her ankles and wrists, but not her gag(Later I would find out she loved gags even more than I did, and she also liked turtlenecks). After about 7 minutes of some real struggling and loud mmmpppphhhing she got her wrists free and untied her ankles and then slowly undid her gag. "You know what this means, dear" she said with a smirk. I could hardly keep from grinning.

Sites consider photographs of kids tied as porn or whatever automatically no matter the innocence.

anon

Except for sites that truly ARE porn. Pretty hard to find any of them disappearing.

I guesse you guys are right. Photos would screw up this place and eventually lead it to porn. I am sorry I brought up the idea but I DO wish that thier was a web site with photos that was NOT porn.
Exarace

I have tried repeatedly to direct people to AW's Lurkers Lounge, which features them.

Don't kid me: there aren't that many people, in spite of what they say, who want such sites.

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Please, if this sort of thing must be mentioned, at least mention the illegality and the deadliness.

It is illegal to even possess the stuff, for the very good reason that it is deadly. Permanent damage or death can and will result from playing with it. And manslaughter to 2nd degree murder can be the resulting charge.

There is no safe way to render a person unconscious.

I fully realize that it wasn't for real.

But it is such a deadly suggestion, even so, that it ought to be accompanied by warnings.

There are, as we have seen in the posts again and again, people who take it with interest, to say the least.

Even a full majority here still don't have any better sense than to leave a person unattended, tied and gagged.

Also when was the last time you saw Chloroform lying around someone's house? Hey guys, you think windex and soap clean well, why not try chloroform, you could strip paint with it. Wow some people just worry at every little thing. i bet you dont play violent video games because they could driveyou to kill. *sigh* dear dear some people.

Peace,
Kenny

Jenn actually took her time getting ready, so when she actually kidnapped me I was taken off guard, having been into my homework a little bit. I was writing down a number or something when jenn's arm reaches out from behind me and clamps a handkerchief (that was PRETEND chloroform filled) tightly over my mouth. "mmMMPPHH!" (that mmpphh was genuine, we both loved that). I flailed my arms and then closed my eyes and PRETEND passed out. She half carried, half dragged me to the sofa and layed me down. I could hear her giggling while she pulled my wrists behind my back and tied them. Only she tied them TIGHT. She obviously was serious about this, I thought, as I became ever more excited. She proceeded to tie my ankles together, and now heres where it gets good, for me at least. Instead of gagging me tightly over the mouth jenn got a little creative at this point. As my heart raced, she pulled the neck of my turtleneck sweater over my face, effectively blind folding me, then she took one of her thick wool socks off of her feet and shoved it and the sweater into my mouth and wrapped it around the back of my head really tight. She got up and said something like "I have you now, my precious". Jenn was a genius! She had just gotten the use of 3 scarves with a sock and the sweater I was wearing. By pulling my sweater over my face she blindfolded me, and by gagging me with her sock on the outside of my sweater she was able to use to sweater as mouth packing! After this day that technique sort of became jenn's trademark that she used on me, her mom, then amy. I might also add that jenn's sock was very thick, and I could barely make a sound. For the next hour I wriggled around on the floor, moaning and mmmppphhing, to the extreme pleasure of jenn and myself, jenn who wouldn't untie me, and me who didn't want to be untied.

After what seemed like a very short time I heard my aunt's car pull up. I started mmpphhing for jenn to untie me, but she had other plans. She quickly put on her other sweater and coat and walked over to me, rolled me up onto the couch, and wrapped me up in a blanket. She pulled the blanket right over the top of my head and placed an open book on top of me. When my aunt would come in, she would think I fell asleep reading a book. I immediatley got turned on by this. "Goodbye, sleeping prince!" Jenn giggled as she raced out the back door. I was very excited and decided to see how long I could fool my sweet aunt. She walked in and I heard her walk over and gently rub me. "Are you awake, honey?" Naturally I did not reply. So she went into the kitchen and started to prepare supper, while all this time I quietly lay motionless on the sofa. After about half an hour I heard her plave 2 plates on the table and she walked over to me. I was very nervous w/ anticipation and very excited at the same time as I heard her approach.

"Dinner's ready" I heard her say as she lifted up the blanket. I heard her gasp as she realized I was gagged. "Oh my god" she whispered as she was untieing my gag but when she saw me smiling she burst into laughter. I sheepishly explained to her that jenn was the gal who was responsible for my predictament. My aunt was lauging so hard she was in tears. "Sounds like fun" she said. "Did you like it?" And then to my surprise, I explained everything to her. Over dinner I talked to her about how I got excited whenever I saw a woman tied up and gagged on TV, how thrilled I was about being kidnapped by jenn, about my love for gags and of course, turtleneck sweaters. "So that's why i've always noticed you staring me at me when I wear a turtleneck" she said "like right now!" We both laughed (she had noticed me staring at the light blue turtleneck she was wearing). She also told me about how she used to play tie up games all the time when she was a kid, which shocked and delighted me. I asked if we could play tie up games, and she said yes, once in a while, and she also agreed to take me shopping for more sweaters the next day. That night I became closer to my aunt than ever as we bonded and talked long into the night about how she used to get tied up and kidnapped. That day will forever be in my memory as the one that opened the door into my bondage hobby, which I still practice today.

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How about trying a kidnapping "story" in your next tie-up game?

After all, imagine Amy (knowing you might capture her anytime) "snooping" around, then suddenly a gag is placed over her mouth and her hands are pulled behind her, then... From Amy's perspective, it'd probably be pretty exciting, going from the heroic snoop/detective/whatever to the helpless victim within seconds. From yours, I imagine it'd be fun to play the villain (at least, it would be for me!).

I did something somewhat similar with a 5-year-old girl once, but I didn't tie her up for real. (heck, I was 18 at the time, and I was just doing this for fun) I merely had her hold her hands behind her and feet together, and she "struggled" and mmmpphhhed on her own. She seemed to find it exciting, I found it cute (though if she were my age, it would of course have been more than "cute"!).

And my name isn't "Sweden's #1 Fan" - actually, the only thing I know the country for is Pippi Longstocking (well-known here in the US as a famous literary figure), and the writer PH, who has posted many stories to this board. His stories fit well into the playful/adventurous form I like so well - with more of an emphasis on playfulness than adventure, but then again, these were tie-up games, so the chance that they would all have an adventure theme to them was slim anyway.

One of my favorite stories of his was the "birthday kidnapping", in which a friend of his got "kidnapped" for her birthday, after letting it known that her birthday wish was to have an adventure, where she'd get captured and later rescued!

My name was created in response to another poster using the surname "Richard UK's #1 Fan", which I found annoying (it seemed to me like he was flaunting it), so I thought I'd do the same. Well, here we are.

I'd love to see your next story whenever you want to post it!

Mrs. Riley was the sexy neighbor across the street when I was growing up in th eBurbs of Chicago. Every Morning I would'nt get dressed for school until I say her walk from her front door to her car. I always waited to see what she would be wearing to work that day cause let me tell you, I am sure the men in her office where she worked most likely did the same thing I was doing. Mrs. Riley (her frist name was Sofia) was probably 34 or 35 when I was 15. She had married an older man, and later divorced him. Soon after I had found out about thier divorce I started hanging out near her house more. Sofia dressed to the nines even when she wasnt at work, and would often be in her yard doing work in short shorts and bikini tops durring the summer. Sofia was about 5'6" 120lbs, with long black soft curls past her shoulder blades, and I belive she was origionally from Brazil. She had an exotic look that could melt any human being. Ok on to the story. It was thanks giving time, and my parents found out she wasnt doing anything for the holidays and invited her to come over for dinner, and drinks. My folks always had alot of people over for the holidays, so sofia accepted thier offer. I was doing my best to look older and more mature for this woman I had been crushing on for some time. Every time the doorbell rang I would run to get the door in hopes it would be her. Finally she rang the Bell, and I opened the door, there was Sofia dressed as usual, in a tight black dress, very low cut, and a slit in the dress that almost went to her hip. underneath she had sheer black hose, and about 4" heels. I took her coat, trying to be the gentleman, and escorted her inside. she was very surprised to see me in a suit and tie, and acting that way. Dinner started soon afterwards, and Sofia came over to my side of the table, and asked if she could sit next to me. We chatted all during dinner, and then after when my parents served more drinks. Sofia had quite a few drinks and had moved closer to me on the couch where we were sitting. We bagan talking about things, and she revealed to me, she had seen me a few times in my window watching her go to work, and noticed me hanging around her house more. The she did something I will never forget, She crossed her legsletting the slit open up, and alowing me to see all of her leg. My eyes bugged out of my head, then she began running her long nails up and down her leg, and licking the rim of her glass. by this time most of the guests and my family were in the family room watching the "Big game", and I stayed talking to Sofia in the living room. After awhile Sofia leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, and said "your so sweet I wish I could take you home with me" I told her jokingly "Its not that far of a walk" Sofia the whispered to me "Well if you sneak out tonight, I may leave the back door open, and then we can play a game". I looked at her in astonishment, and said "a game, what kind of game"? Sofia said, wear something black, and sneak in the house, and I'll show you when you get there. Well I was dying for everyone to leave, I couldnt wait for nightfall and my parents to finally go to bed. Finally about 1130 Pm my folks went to bed, and I went out my window as quiet as I could, and sprinted across the street. I snuck around the back of sofias house and opened her sliding glass door. when I walked into her kitchen there was a note and a Bag on the kitchen table waiting for me. Sofia had written When you get inside take what you find in the bag downstairs with you. The game I was talking about is "Burglar" come find me. I took the bag, and opened it. Inside she had white ropes, bandanas and duct tape. I crept down the stairs, and saw Sofia sitting in a chair with her back to me, watching TV. When she heard me, she jumped up and started acting like I was a burglar, begging me not to hurt her. Sofia was still in her dress she wore earlier, and had her shoes kicked off next to her. when I approached her, I went into my "Evil vilan" acting job, and grabbed her. I told her to slip her pumps back on, and then walked her by her arm over to a wooden desk chair, and sat her down in it. I opened the bag she left for me, and pulled out a long length of rope. Sofia looked all wide eyed, and asked "What do you plan to do with that?" I didnt say a word and tied her wrists behind her, then I tied her ankles, and knees, and finally lashed her body to the chair. I then took a wad of cloth and stuffed her mouth, and duct taped her lips shut. I watched her squirm and wiggle in that chair, the whole time Muuuuphing, and moaning. After awile, I untied her ankles, and walked her up the stairs to her bedroom. there I untied her wrists, and made her undress in front of me. I left her standing there in her Hose, and lace bra, and proceeded to tie her standing up against one of the Bed posts. Sofia struggled and cried, and the whole time I was taking advantage of her body. I pulled the tape off her mouth at one point and asked her in a whisper "how am I doing?" She whispered back in her latin accent very good, but I like it rougher. I gagged her again, and went to her closet, I pulled out a belt of hers, and began to give her the spanking of a lifetime. I kept Sofia tied and gagged most of the night, in various positions. finally she slipped the tape off her mouth and spit out the wad of cloth, and begged me to take her. I threw her onthe bed still tied tightly, and knew right then and there I would love Tie up games the rest of my life. our little trist went on for most of the next year. each time Sofia introducing me to new things, but mostly She liked when I tied her, and kidnapped her. maybe if I get time, I will tell you about throwing her in the trunk of her car bound and gagged the day I got my license ( hehehehehe) But needless to say, I miss that woman.....maybe I'll stop by there sometime, just to see how she's doing....

Dash

This story takes place during summer break from college. It involves my two best friends up here, two girls named Amy and Deanna. Amy is Asian-American, stands about 5'4", wears her hair down past her shoulders in a ponytail, and has a killer body (athlete). Deanna grew up in Australia, but moved here two years ago to take college. She is tanned, stands about 5'2", reddish brown hair that is cut shoulder length, brown eyes, and also has a killer body (runs a lot). We all became friends two years ago, the best friends possible, closer than family in many ways. Of course this means that we can get away with certain pranks, or situations, as this story will show.

Well, it was early July and we were all at my uncle's place, a very nice one story house stuck in the middle of the woods that he only uses during the winter. He was nice enough to let us use the place during the summer since. We had gone to the nearest mall to buy CD's and books (yes, we love to read) and the entire James Bond and Star Trek Collection on DVD. By the time we got home the girls we in a heated debate over just who the best James Bond was.

"Sean Connery was always the best," Amy said.

"No way, Pierce Brosnan is such a hottie!" shot back Deanna in her cute Aussie accent.

"Oh ome on! Connery in his eighties still looks better than Brosnan did in his thirties!"

I dumped the DVD's in the living by the TV, when I heard scuffling behind me. Amy and Deanna had started one of their traditional arguement wrestling matches, which for all of you who don't know means a combination fo wrestling and tickling. After about fifteen minutes, both girls were panting and laughing, laying side by side on the floor.

"Well," I said. "I was always partial to Timothy Dalton." THAT was a big lie, but I knew it would get them going again. Indeed it did, because both soon threw themselves at me and tried to tickle me. However, since they were already tired from having at each other, it was relatively easy for me to start ticklign them, and soon I had them rolling around helplessly on them floor in fits of laughter.

"Give?" I asked.

"Give!!!" they both shrieked back.

After I had let up and they recovered Amy glared at me. "Creep."

"That was almost as bad as being tied up as a kid," said Deanna.

"You were tied up as a kid?" asked Amy.

"Yeah, my brothers would tie me and gag me and stuff me in a corner whenever they thought I was bothering them too much," laughed Deanna.

"And you never got them back?"

"Nah, it was fun!"

"You'll never tie me up, so don't even think about it."

"Oh, reallllllllllllllly," I drawled, sharing a look with Deanna.

Amy's eyes widened. "You wouldn't."

"I saw a hell of a lot of rope in the garage, D. Go get it."

"Uh uh, no way... You're not... AHH!!!" she shrieked as I pounced on her and pinned her face down to the ground again.

Giggling, Deanna ran off to the garage and got the afore mentioned rope. I wasn't lying when I said a lot. My uncle kept all his surplus supplies for his three hardware stores in this garage.

After Deanna returned Amy quit struggling. "Okay, okay, you guys can get me. just let me change into something more comfortable if I'm going to be tied up for a while. I won't lock myself in my room, I promise." Amy never promised unless she meant it, so I let her go.

"Five minutes," I said.

Nodding, she went off, bing dragged by Deanna, sicne they shared the same room. I looked in the kitchen and found some duct tape, and a started cutting up different length pieces of rope. I had just finished when both girls returned, both wearing tight black gym shorts, sports bra, and tank tops (Amy's was red, and Deanna's was dark blue).

"Okay, so now what?" asked Amy.

"Lie down on your stomach," I ordered gently. This Amy did without a word. Deanna put Amy's wrists touching, palms facing each other, behind her back, and I quickly lashed them together, winding the rope six times horzontally, then six time vertically, tying the rope tight and cinching it before knotting it off out of the reach of her fingers. Deanna then tied Amy's elbows together behind her back, managing to get them to touch. We sat Amy up and I tied rope to the wrist tie, looping it round her waist several times snuggly, pinning her wrists to her back. While I was doing that Deanna was wrappign rope round Amy's upper body both just above and just below her breasts, then created a harness by passing rope over Amy's shoulders and looping it down between he elbow tie several times, making sure none of the ropes would slip at all. Then between the both of us we finished off tying Amy's legs at her ankles, calves, legs, and thighs.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yeah," Amy said softly. "Actually, it feels... really nice." Deanna and I shared a quick smile.

"Okay, my turn," smiled Deanna, laying down face down on the floor and placing her wrists behind her back.

"You sure?" I asked, although inside I was rejoicing.

"Yep, now hurry up so Amy isn't all alone." I set about tying her exactly the same way as we had Amy, though it took longer since I was the lone tier this time. Within fifteen minutes, both girls were sitting on the floor, bound extremely well, looking incredibly beautiful in their outfits.

"You like?" Deanna teased Amy.

"Um... well, yeah I do," admitted Amy, smiling a little shyly. I sat back and watched the girls squirm a little in their bonds, testing and getting a feel for the ropes.

"Do you want to be gagged?" I asked, trying to be careful since this was Amy's first time. I was surprised when she nodded.

"Get our bandanas from the second drawer," suggested Deanna.

Once I had returned with six of them (three red and three blue), I again checked with Amy to make sure this was what she wanted.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I trust you. You know that."

Before I gagged them however, i got the roll of duct tape and wrapped their hands from their fingertip to just below the ropes binding their wrists in several layers of duct tape.

"And just when did you plan on us getting out of this?" asked Deanna, raising her eyebrow.

"When I feel like it," I grinned. Both girls groaned at this, but I knew they trusted me. Then I proceeded to gag them.

I wadded up one of the blue bandanas and gently stuffed the entire thing into Deanna's mouth, causing her cheeks to bulge out a little. I folded the second and very tightly cleave gagged her with it,and used the last one to blindfold her. The only sounds coming from Deanna now were soft little grunts and moans.

Amy had been wathing this, smiling. She opened her mouth willingly to receive the bandana packing and gag, and gave me a little wink as I blindfolded her.

Now there lay two absolutely beautiful girls in skimpy gym clothes, helplessly bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Something was missing though. I smiled as it hit me.

Rolling each one onto their stomachs again, I hogtied them very tight, so that their heels were resting firmly on their butts. This being done, I gently laid them on their sides facing each other (they coulnd't tell) and sat down and watched.

Both tried to roll around on the floor. Finding out they couldn't do that, they were pretty much reduced to squirming and moaning softly. It was incredible watching their toned body work against the ropes. After about fifteen minutes they both gave up completely.

I untied them both after half an hour had elapsed. I rubbed their arms and legs to get circulation back, and had them sip cokes to get rid of the dryness. To further make it up to them, I gave them both back rubs. I happen to be quite skilled at the art of back rubs, or so I have been told upon many occassions.

"Mmmmm, if I get a backrub like this every time you tie me up, you can tie me as often as you want," murmurred Amy.

"So I take it you had fun?"

"Yeah. It felt... weird, but I liked it a lot."

"Another go some other time?"

"Absolutely," they both agreed.

And for the rest of the day we had a Star Trek super marathon.

So let me know if you want any more stories and I will try to post them.

Call me wrong, but I think uni students are the most receptive to this kind of thing as one experience I had with a close female friend at uni shows (although we only had enough rope to do her hands but it was still fun though)

More please