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"They're gonna wonder where I am after awhile," Amber said with a sly smile. It was plain she was really enjoying her role and my predicament.

"Maybe I should let you go." 

"NO!" 

Amber sat upright and seemed to scoot back, as though trying to stay away from me. I was surprised at the intensity of her actions.

"But I don't wanna get in trouble!" I finally said.

"You won't," she said. "My Mom will think it's funny,"

"No she won't. They will probably have me arrested!"

"No,"Amber insisted, but I had made a decision. I crawled over to her and began to unfasten her hands.

Amber jerked away. "No! Don't untie me!" She almost sounded angry.

"But I have to."

"No you don't!" Her voice sounded almost like a plea.

I was puzzled and amazed all at the same time. Not only did she assist me in making sure she was tied and blindfolded, but now she didn't want to be let go. Life was just too strange...

It was about to get even stranger...

I heard a door slam nearby and I felt as though my heart had just leaped into my throat. I heard an all too familiar voice calling my name. How had my Mother known I was out in the shed?

Oh no...

As before...to be continued

Well, that's the idea. Admit it now; it makes things more interesting.

And speaking of being interesting, I was facing a REAL dilemna.

My Mother called me name again. I froze. Amber giggled. The little stinker knew what a fix I was in.

"What you gonna do now?" she mused, then giggled somemore.

Again my Mother called my name. Did I even have time to untie Amber? Would she even allow me to do that?

"Hurry up and hide me," she said suddenly. "I won't make any noise!"

Hide her???? WHERE???? I glanced about, then pulled Amber to her feet. More giggles. I steered her to a farther corner of the shed, then plopped her down, rather roughly I fear. She just giggled somemore.

"You stay quiet," I admonished her.

She beamed and nodded that she would. I turned to go.

"Wait!" 

"Huh???" I was nearly in a panic by then.

"I think my hands are coming loose! Tie em tighter!"

For pity sakes!!! I squatted down behind my captive and quickly did as she asked. Amber smiled widely. I patted her on a bare knee.

"Be quiet."

Amber giggled yet again and I turned to face what lie ahead. I promised myself NEVER to kidnap anyone again!!!

TO BE CONTINUED

this happened when I was 15 and abysitting 2 11 year-olds. I am a tall, leggy blonde with blue eyes and big breasts. That night I was wearing a hooded sweatshirt with jeans on 

Anyway back to my story. The kids names are ryan and bob. Their parents were gonna be gone until the next morning. Everything was going really well. Ryan and bob were like angels and were very quiet. Thgey just sat and read books or watched TV. They even helped me with the dishes! 

It was about midnight I guess when I dropped off to sleep. I was having a good dream about my crush at school, when all of a sudden I heard a ripping noise. I opened my eyes and saw Ryan and bob standing there with duct tape in theier hands!! What are you guys doing awake?! I yelled I tried to get up but my legs wouldn't move. I looked down and saw that duct tape was wrapped around my legs from ankles to waist. I tried to move my hands but they were taped behind my back. "Let me out of this guys." I pleaded. Bob and Ryan just looked at each other and smiled. Then they started wrapping again. "HEY!" I shouted, "I told you to let me go!" I guess they got tired of my shouting, because they left and came back with a sock. "What are you doing with thmmmph." I said as they shoved the sock in my mouth. They then pulled my hood up onto my head and wrapped tape around my mouth and head. I now understood why they put my hood up. The hood protected my hair from the tape. Well there I was effectively gagged and was going nowhere. Then I watched as bob and ryan kept wrapping, moving upwards from my waist to my shoulders. I could feel my movement getting less and less as more tape wound around me. Then they were finished. So there I was, wrapped from ankles to shoulders in tape with an effective wrap around gag. I wasn't going anywhere. Then the boys said goodnight and left me there, struggling and mmmphing away. 

Your story is very cute and if this was a site titled Fictional Stories of Tie up Games it would be great....but when you make a comment like: 

I looked down and saw that duct tape was wrapped around my legs from ankles to waist. I tried to move my hands but they were taped behind my back. 

I and I am sure many others find it very hard to believe that two kids could do something like that to their babysitter while she was sleeping and not wake her up........I have mummified many a girl w/ duct tape over clothes and know firsthand what goes into it......still a very cute story but unfortunately not very true......unless you knew what was going on while they were doing it and allowed them to do so while you were pretending to be asleep........but you didn't mention that in your story and would have had it been the case......one would think......so again, cute story, too bad it isn't true. This isn't the only story on this forum that doesn't make practical, logical sense in reality thats for sure........hey Canuck, maybe you should open a "Fiction" Site for these people.
 

daniel and sandra

Don't be such an ass. Don't take things too seriously. 

Someone who is into having sex with kids (yuck!!) wouldn't frequent a site like this but would, instead, I think, look for more hard porn sites. I know there are sites out there that feature victimizing kids. I've not sought nor seen any of them, but I've a feeling they are there.

You comment just cut kind of deep. I don't believe people are like that here. I know I am not.

Having vented my spleen, I will now finish my tale, but doubt I will be returning here any more after this...
 

And the saga continues...
 

So I left Amber in the shed, securely tied and blindfolded and, apparently delighted to be so, and went out to meet my Mother. As you might suspect, she was not happy with her having to call my name two or three times.

"Where we you??" she demanded, hotly. My Mother if full blooded Italian and an alcholic to boot. Confrontations withher were no fun.

I shruged my shoulders and pointed to the shed. "In there."

"Didn't you hear me?"

"Not at first." I prayed she would not ask what I was doing in there...

"Why? What were you doing?" I cringed. She did have to ask that, didn't she?

"PLaying."

"With who?"

I instantly knew I had blundered.

"Me and Amber were playing cops and robbers," I told her, and found myself, again, praying she would not ask more questions. This time, the powers that be upstairs seemed to answer my pleas.

"Well, Amber's Mother just called and she wants her home."

I shrugged. "Okay." Dear Mother turned and stalked back into the house, leaving me both relieved and chagrined. Oh well...

I went back into the shed and found Amber where I had left her, still tied up and blindfolded. My captive beamed at me where she heard me come back in.

"You gotta go home," I said to her.

She frowned. "Who says?"

I squatted down and began to untie her hands. This time she did not complain or resist.

"Your Mom," I told her, then carefully removed her blindfold.

Amber blinked at the light, then grinned at me.

"That was fun!" she said, getting to her feet and brushing herself off. I helped brush her off. I guess I felt a twinge of guilt.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" I examined her wrists. They were reddenned a bit, but otherwise okay.

"No. I liked it. That was fun!"

"You better get going." My mood was suddenly somber and Amber could not help but notice. I don't know if it was a sudden onset of guilt (I was really fond of my "best bud") or if I was anguished about the abrupt end to our little caper. With kids, you never know. Being a kid can be such a complicated thing.

"You aren't mad are you?" she asked. She always asked things like that. Mother Amber...

"No."

Her smile came back. "I gotta go now. Can you kidnap me again tomorrow?"

"What?" Now that the newsness was off the experience, I guess it seemed strange to me.

"I want you to!"

"Maybe."

She grinned at me once again and then was off, leaving me with a wrinkled, black, bandana, and some strips of cloth, and the gruesome thoughts of what might have happened if my Mother had happened upon us. Not that I felt we had done anything wrong. But adults just don't always understand. That was how I felt then. And now that I am on the other "side" of the issue, I can sort of understand why they might feel that way, what with me having three of my own. Sometimes we adults take simple, innocent things, and blow them out of proportion.

Did Amber and I play out anymore kidnap scenarios? Oh yeah. But if Arthritis man and his sort are going to portray me as some kind of deviant for telling about them...then, no thanks.

There's a massive difference, at least for me, between tying up a kid, and tying up an adult. In fact, I once playfully pretended to tie up a 5 year old girl when I was 18. No ropes or anything, no gag, and she merely pretended to be tied up and gagged. It was cute, but another time, when I (unfortunately very briefly) tied up a girl in my high school class, let's just say it was "a lot more than cute". Big difference between the two. Things have a lot more meaning when done with people who are able to see them that way, know what I mean?

I'd love to hear any more stories you have to tell. Don't let one suspicious guy (who is not directing his comments so much at you, apparently, then at everyone here in general) scare you off.

If I thought this was in anyway a pedophile site, I would not post here and the fact its been around for as long as 5 or 6 years is virtue to the clean nature of the stories Canuck allows. Otherwise, it would have closed or been shut down ages ago. 

Having said that, don't let trolls like Arthuritis worry you - they get their jollies from flaming (publicly criticising) people because they want nothing more than attention.

The best way to deal with people like these is ignore them and not get sucked into a flamewar which is what they want. 

These sad, pathetic people are the freaks here, not others like us, into bondage.

Therefore, I hope you will keep posting - I'd love to hear all your other stories! 

My parents had gone out and they said i could have a friend or two to sleep round , i invited trish and jess. To remind you , trish and sarah both have blonde hair , i have light brownish blondish hair , anyway trish and sarah came round , trish brought with her , duct tape , scarves , rope and other stuff , jess got over exited , trish was wearing her jeans but soon got dressed into her skimpy see through nighty which came up to above her thigh. We decided to kidnap her , jess grabbed her and clamped her hand on her mouth , i tied scarves around her arms , jess lay her on the floor , we could see her bra and panties through her nighty , but we could soon see up her nighty as jess had layed her on the floor in an awkward way. I then taped trishes mouth , now i am not a lesbian but i was really turned on by this. I started to tickle her feet , she giggled through her gag. Me and jess then carried trish to the couch and sat her down , i took off her gag but soon replaced it with my hand , i held my hand over her mouth for a very long time , and jess just stared through her nighty , i then regagged her by cleave gagging her then by sticking 3 layers of tape over her cleave gagged mouth. 

"though I prefer those stories which involve those at least in their teens. As for most stories in general, I'm always at my happiest when there's a strong hint of sexuality in the underlying theme. 
Is this really so bad?"

-I don't think it is bad, and you shouldn't feel sorry for having a vivid imagination. I believe many of the good stories that are clean can, with the help of the reader's imagination, be very sexy. 

It all depends on the mind of the reader. Many of us here admit to being interested in various ways of bondage as adults, but are still able to post clean stories to the board.

The recent debate was more about if we enjoyed stories that were clearly too outspoken when it came to the sexual content in them. Most posters were against such stories.

Don't forget there is the sister-site about adventures during college, a site wich admits more sexuality in the stories.

You continued in your next post:

"For people who are so open to tell stories online, you can all be pretty touchy sometimes."

Those of us who have been with the site since the start are very protective of it. (Yes I know, I've said that before!)
There have been numerous people coming here whith only the will to disrupt the site and cause harm. Therefore the slight touchiness.

I think it's an excellent idea to post a story of your own, but you don't have to post a story to get cred from others, just post wisely...

I'll bet against you and say you won't be called a flamer within the next ten posts!

Good luck with your story-posting!
 

When I left off, I had tied Andy to his bunk bed shirtless only wearing his shorts (see "Another Sleepover"). Well, his hands were crossed above his head tied to the headboard, and his feet were tied to the footboard. I did not have tape to gag him with.

"So now what do I do?" Andy asked.
"Try to get free," I answered. He squirmed for a second.
"Nope," he said. I laughed. Then, the idea struck me. Here I was, in the middle of the night, with everyone else in the house asleep, with a shirtless boy tied to his bed with his arms extended. You guessed it...TICKLE TIME! I smiled wickedly as I wiggled my fingers.
"You wouldn't dare," he said, eyes widened.
"Yes I would," I said as I started to relentlessly tickle his armpits, hand gagging him carefully. He squirmed and mmmppphhhed like crazy, but couldn't do anything in this most inescapable bondage. I then stopped and took out his mini basketball from his cupboard. I started to bounce it on his stomach, removing the hand gag.
"Ahhh...that feels weird, stop it!" he said. I bounced it three more times, then danced my fingers on his feet. He laughed, and then I stopped. I untid him, and then he decided that we should go to sleep. We did, but I dreamt about the tie-up for the whole night.

I would really like some feedback. Thanks.

We spent the night in his backyard in a tent. We talked for an hour and I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I was in Bobs room, with his socks stuck in my mouth and secured around my head again, plus Socks around my ankles and wrists., and I was tied up to a chair. Bob said " this isnt a practice anymore." "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" They bothed laughed. "Your Kidnapped by Us." Bob said. All I could say was "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" "To get out, you have to, well, give us your time for 3 hours. Meaning you'lll be with us for 3 hours. I looked at the clock, it was 7:30AM. All I could think of was, What A WEIRD KID! The door was locked from the inside, and outside with a padlock. All they did was fight about what to do with me, then the partnership split. I WAS MISERABLE. Then finnally time was up. I forgave, as usual, though sour.
 

We went back to the beach, me and Bob, then I went to the bathroom iy the shop. When I came back, Bob made a new trap. "Help me put the finishing touches on." He said, "You wait right their while I get the rope." He pulled the rope up and I yet again got dragged into the brush, this time, no hessitation. He immidiatly gagged me. then pushed me in a cart. "Sorry Scott" he said, "but i have to prove it to Rob." We went to a cave again, and he did some things to me like a tickle treatment, sitting on my head, and, feeding me? we were there for 3 hours!!! I was mad. He released me and I didnt forgive him.
 

The next day, I got him back. I told him to come to my house that night and he did. When he walked down my road, I was dressed all in black and had a ski mask on, and I jumped out, stuck a sock in his mouth and gagged him, tied him up. The carried him into the woods. There I dropped hime, and said. I GOT YOU BACK!!!!!!!!!!1

Skeptical yet realistic
 

To Skeptical 
HEY EVERYONE, SKEPTICAL IS A WART ON HIS OWN BUTT. 

Don't be such an ass. Don't take things too seriously. 
Hate 

I wonder if they they speak of themselves who they speak against?

While the people in the first sentence would just get bored and leave because there is nothing of a sexual nature here for them, the real social deviants in the second will keep coming back to see the harm and damage they have inflicted;
and do more if they can.

I usually ignore the flame wars, or laugh at them, but name calling the entire readership of a message base is uncalled for. It would be as if I said, everybody here is only interested in reading the flame wars or promoting them.

If anyone wants to attack me for this, fine, just do not attack the rest of the readers; most of whom probably would have advised me to say nothing ay all. 

" HUH?! where am I? Whats all this stuff? " said Jeff as I sat next to him trying to wake him up.

'Oh just a little payback for the diary incident Jeff... ' I smirked.

' I'll make a deal with you...If you can escape in 2 hours I'll let you tie me up and tickle torture me...but if you don't I will tickle you soo bad that you'll be paralyzed!' I said with an evil grin.

" Okay " said Jeff *gulp* " I'm ready " 

I started the clock and went off to eat breakfast.

I returned an hour later to find Jeff squirming around on the floor, he was helpless and at my mercy. He was'nt aware that I was in the room and so he tried to cheat. He began to scrape the duct tape on a little Swiss Army knife I had dropped on the floor last night while cutting the bubble wrap. 

' Trying to cheat now aren't we? ' I said with an evil broad grin.

He saw me and tried to wiggle out the open door but I slammed it shut. 

" What are you going to do? " said Jeff as I dragged him back into the centre of the room.

'Do you know what happens to cheaters?' I asked

"err...." before he could finish I said

' they loose by forfiet! 'as I whipped out a stiff quill from my box of tickle tools.

"no..no..nuuuuuu" said Jeff struggling to escape.
I dumped him on my bed and tried to tickle him but he kicked me (I'm still trying to figure out how he did that when his ankles were bound) I pulled back and ran to get some more duct tape. I bound his heels eccesivley with duct tape. His feet were prone, sticking out of the top end of the tightly zipped up sleeping bag like that.

" Don't do it! " said Jeff squirming to escape...but it was too late...

tickle,tickle,tickle....
hahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!....

"nuuuuuuu! stop it"
But I was relentless....hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
I tickled him for over an hour, stopping every couple of minutes to let him catch his breath...He finally admitted where he put my diary...I decided that he was'nt going anywhere fast so I left him squirming on the bed while I went to go get my diary...just to torment him I put the Swiss army knife next to him on my bed after Securing him in place with More rope wound across him and under the bed. I gave him 1 last poke on the foot before leaving.....(to be continued).....

Anyways, After Sytherz (we'll call him A) leaves I realise that I only have an hour max. to get free. Luckily during the first hour I mangaed to work off most of the rope tied to me. The big problem is the bubble wrap...after about 15mins of struggling, It becomes loose enough to give me some slack. undoing the belts is not difficult, its just the heavy sleeping bag and the external belts that was keepingmy movment to a very bare minimum. I have 30mins to go and I just finish undoing the last belt. The sleeping bag is tight but I manage to wiggle my hand up and rip the head hole a little bigger to allow one hand to slip through, quickly followed by another. Now undoing the external belts is extremeley difficult cause i can't see where the latches are because the extra ropes A. fastened me to the bed with at holding my head down. But I eventually get the belts done and wiggle myself free of the bonds that I had spent most of the night in. After streaching for a little while, I decide to pay A. back for what he did to me. So I go about setting my trap....

I heard him comming up the stairs and towards his room where he thought I was still struggling and squirming in the sleeping bag. The door creeks open as he steps into the room...but I have the element of surprise.

'GOTCHA!' I said jumping on the surprized A. we wrestle for a bit but I overpower him (he's 12 and I'm 15) I thentoss him on the floor and taunt him to come and get me as I move in front of the closet door. He charges full speed at me and I leap out of the way at the last second while opening the closet door to reveal a spider web of duct tape! He runs right into it and I promptly bind him with all the loose ends. I carry my prisoner over to the study corner where I bind his hands with more duct tape to the built in chin-up bar. I then firmly secure his position with more duct tape. He kicks and squirms as I grab a chair to sit while I bind his exposed feet with more tape. Now he was immobile and totally at my mercy. 

'C'mon Jeff Don't do this to me...' he said
'Nope, I'm gonna do it cause what goes around comes sround.' I said wiggling my fingers

He was mummified with one and a half roles of Carpenter strength duct tape, Bound to the chin-up bar with loops of tape carefully wrapped in the silverish stuff tape to the wall behind. i was careful to expose his armpits, ribs, stomach and knees. He was like a fly that was cacooned in a spider web that it had just flown into. In a matter of 2 hours the tables had turned, from me being cacooned in a sleeping bag to A. being stuck in duct tape. There, that should keep you quiet I said slapping a piece of duct tape on his mouth. Mmmpphhh! was all he said in a protestive kind of accent...

'Do you know what time it is A.?' I said...with an evil grin
'Mmpphh..mmpphhh..' he said as he shook his head protestfully. 

His eyes widened as I drew the very same feather he used to tickle me earlier before. I started at the armpits, working my way down. Unlike A. I was relentless non stop tickles at the armpits, stomach and ribs..

'MMMMMPPHHHHHHHMHMHPHPPHPHHHMHHHPMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHMMMMMPPPPHHHH! he giggled through the gag
'Having fun?' I asked
he shook his head and screamed through the gag as he squirmed to get of of his predicament. After tickling him for a good forty-five minutes. I stopped at tape him even more. he was'nt going anywere. I moved down and began to work on his knees and feet. Stroking his feet with the quill. He struggled, twisting and turning but it was no use he was securley restrained. But I was'nt having much fun doing it all by myself so i called my g/f steph. on my cell phone. Sure enough, she pooped by and saw A. helplessly being tickled but she could'nt help it, she had to join in! now A. had double tickle torture. She felt bad 4 A. and hatched an evil scheme in her mine one that I found out leter that day.
After some 2 hours of non-stop tickling we ddecided to rest. 
'Babe I wonder If I could tie you up and tickle you too.' said Steph. with those angellic eyes. How could I say no! I lay down on my stomach and she proceeded to hogtie me. And boy was it tight. Great this was perfect, I was loving every moment of it. 
'now lets see you get out of that!' she said
'boy, you're good' I said with a grin
' I'll give you a while to try to escape, I'm going to help a friend' she said as she smooched me on the cheek...
I begun to work on the tight knots when I heard the door open and close. Then I heard giggling. I spun around on the floor and I saw Steph. freeing my prisoner! 
'Hey babe! whats the deal' I said as she helped a weak A. out of his duct tape cacoon.
She never replied as she came by and spun me around so I'd face the other way. About 15 minutes later I felt her scraping at my feet....'hahahahahahahahahahahhhehehehehehehehehhe... nuuuuuuu.... stooopppppphehahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahaha' I yelped after 30 mins of the tickle torture she spun me back around to face a hogtied A. what was this all about.........?......(to be continued)

Well, as I said we were at my house. The door was locked as always to my room and we were listening to music. We were chatting about life and such when I blurted out what had been on my mind for a while.
"Do you wanna tie me up?" I asked.
"C'mon Kyle, you know I'm not very good."
"so? I don't care. You know that if I get out I get to tie you up (a rule that I have)"
"But if I tie you tight I might hurt you..."
"Think of the times I've tied you. I tortured you." It was starting to work.
"But I'm no good."
"SO? That means I tie you. I'll tie you up if you don't anyways."
"Fine. But how will I tie you?"
"how about a hogtie?" I suggested. "I always wanted to know what it was like."
"Alright. Lay down and cross your hands behind you," he said as he took out the two 20' ropes.

I layed on my stomach, placing my crossed hands behind my back. He wrapped the first rope tightly around my wrists once, then started to weave them in and out of my wrists, crossing the rope in between. He tied it tight. He did this a total of around 6 times, then wound the rope around them two more times then knotted it off tightly. He then took the second rope and repeated the pattern to my ankles, which were side by side. He knotted it off tightly again. My hands and feet were now immobile. He then took the remaining rope from the hands and pulled my hands and feet together until they touched, then knotted it off. I was now completely immobile.
"Is that tight enough?" he asked with a grin.
"Perfect," i replied.

I struggled. I desperately tried to find knots, hoping for escape so I could tie him up again. but, to no avail. Then, I found one knot. I undid it, but sadly it was only for the hogtie. Now I was released from the hogtie, but still not free. I struggled for a few more minutes, then heard a knock on the door. It was my brother! Andy quickly threw the bedsheets over my bound body, but kept my head above. We let my brother in, but he only wanted to see what we were doing and we replied, "nothing." He left. I let out a breath of relief when Andy locked the door and took the sheets off. He then untied me after I asked, and then we went outside to play basketball.

Hoped you guys liked it! I really want some feedback please! Keep up the stories! 

Back when I was a senior in high school I knew a girl named karen. She and I both had some of the same interests and we ended up talking a lot and finally ended up going on a few dates.
On this particular date we went to a movie and then ended up at her house where her parents were out for the evening. We went down to her basement and watched a bit of tv before we started making out. After a while of that we started talking and she asked what some of my turn ons were. I didn't know if I wanted to say that I liked to tie up girls but she seemed very open and I decided to go for it and blurted it out. She heard this and said, "oh" and was slightly taken aback. I asked if she was embarassed and she said no, "I just didn't expect it". I started to apologize and she said no, she had actually been kinda interested in it before but had never really been tied up before. I asked her if she wanted to find out and to my geat relief and pleasure she said yes. 
I asked her if she had anything I could use to tie her up like clothesline or duct tape. She went to her room and came out with some scarves and pantyhose. "Oh!" she exclaimed and ran out of sight. She came back quickly and produced a pair of handcuffs. "From my sister" she said and winked. We went back down to the basement and sat down. I was incredibly nervous, this being the first time I would truly get a chance to tie up a girl, especially one I liked. She asked what she should do and I said she should just put her hands behind her back. I guess I should note she was wearing a thick brown sweater, knee length matching skirt and brown hose (she always dressed pretty nice when we went out, no matter where).
Anyway, I started to wrap a scarf around her hands, trying as hard as I could to make it snug but not tight. I guess I was also trying to visualize what the rope looked like on the wrists of bondage models and reproduce that. When I finished she tested the bonds and said, "Have you done this before?" I smiled and said no, I guess I got lucky. Next I tied her legs above the knees and her ankles with hose. I had 3 scarves and another pair of hose at my disposal and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with each. I took one of the scarves and tied it around her head, effectively blindfolding her. Next I told her to open her mouth and she smiled slightly before doing so and I stuffed one of the scarves inside. I secured it by threading the other scarf between her teeth and securing it behind her head. It wasn't the most effective gag, but it didn't really matter. Now completely tied and gagged I gently helped her to the floor where I said I only had one more thing to do. Taking the last pair of hose, I bent her legs up and hogtied her, renderring her immoblie and looking as sexy as ever. She mmmmmphf'd in approval and I told her she could try and escape but it wouldn't work. With that, she started struggling to get loose, pulling at her bonds and wriggling around. I sat back and watched and was utterly transfixed. I had finally tied a girl up and the results were just as wonderful as I had hoped. Unfortunately, she managed to pull her wrists free within a few minutes and it looked like our fun was over. But then I remembered, the cuffs! I quickly grabbed them and slapped them on her wrists and resecured the hogtie. She laughed under the gag, smiled and renewed struggling. I let her try and get out for another 15 minutes before I decided she was getting tired and need to be released. Before I did though I tickled her feet slightly, sending shrieks through the gag and a muffled retort. Not deterred I lightly stroked her feet for another minute watching her squirm and scream, trying desperately to get away. I untied her after that and watched as a huge smile formed on her face. She hugged me and said it was soooo much fun. I couldn't have been happier. We both agreed that we should do it again and I left her house feeling absolutely wonderful. Unfortunately an event occured the next week that put us into a fight and we eventually broke up, leaving that one experience as the only experience with karen. But it was fun while it lasted and a hell of a good time. 

Mainly to Memo, PH Sweden's #1 Fan and Mason, i in fact only mentioned the word paedophile once, and in the context of the post was used as a passive statement. Assumeed Paedophile it seems was the only person who was open minded enough to understand it. 

Obviously with the number of posts referring to childhood tie up stories some people will assume the worst. This is what i was actually making light of. However i do think that perhaps you should look at your own viewpoints and consider that if you have one or two buzz words which if mentioned, regardless of context, make that person a 'flamer' surely that is ignorant and dumb frankly. I understand that you will probably get alot of negative approach from other ignorant posters, but that doesn't mean thats what all commments not regarding a tie up experience are about. 

Well I've had my say. This site is still my second favourite despite a few set backs. Great stories by the way NEWBIE. Keep it up. 

I'm a 20 years old girl, well made ( i made some magazines covers) and not that attracted to bondage. I'm a graphist studiying in a good school but i earn some monay by posing for some friends.
This happened one night when i had to stay at my brothers appartement due to train strikes ( i live in "strikes land" = France) and the only clean clothes he could give me were a huge and long t-shirt and a boxer short, those who fit your thighs very tightly ( i had been on a photo set and my "scene" costume was not wearable anymore due to persistant rain. His appartement fits in one room, den, bedroom and kitchen. his couch is the kind you can set up in a bedn and once put up, there's no room anywhere to walk or even lie down...so we had to sleep in the same bed. After a movie watched on his computer, we spend the rest of the evening talking about things (life, relationships, food...) and soon it came to private feelings. We chatted buddily and finally, a bit exhausted from the harsh day, i asked to sleep...I have a bad sleeping attitude : i move a lot, and on top of that, it's worse when i'm hot. And his room was INCREASINGLY hot ! So i moved... and moved...and moved...He jerked every time i dis so and he soon swithed the ligt on and asked me to stop at once, he was a bit angry cause he wanted to sleep too as he also had a hard day. I mumbled it wasn't my fault and he mumbled something bad. So i stuck my tongue at him and turned around to face the wall. And i moved, unable to find sleep. God those couch beds are horrible ! I heard and feeled him get up and fumble through his cubboard. I turned around to see what he was doing when i saw he had some belts and scarves in his hands. I worriedly asked what he planned, never the idea of that beeing used on me strucked me. " It's to help you stay still, he said. And he jumped on the bed, making me bounce . Startled by his attitude, i didnt react when he reached for my hands and crossed them in front of me.
" Antoine what are you doing, i asked a thrill of fear rushing in my spine. I was still a bit dizzy from my lack of sleep and my mind wasn't understanding what happened.
"Doesn't it seem obvious ? he replied as he chinched the scarf tightly around my wrists. I tugged at the knots but was unable to loosen it. I suddenly became aware of what he had in mind. I awakened completly and panicked. I didnt want to be tied up like that and certainly not by my brother ! So i tugged again but he flipped me on my back and raised my hands to the head of the bed, where h circled the belt around the scarf and the post. 
"ANtoine don't do this i cried, but he just tied my ankles togeher, patted my head and shut the light off.
I tried to finf a position but couldn't ! i was tied up too tightly. My muscles ached and i whispered "Antoine please...
He didnt answer...So i tired to reach him but i couldn't...I waited and i heard him snor !!!!
He waked up at dawn. I hadnt slept, maybe a bit but never enough to be plainly aware of my tireness. 
I looked terrible, my hair was a mess and my face must have looked very pathetic cause he suddenly gasped and began to untie my wrists loudly apologizing. But when he undid the ankle tie i could only whisper "thank you" and i fell asleep immediatly.

Since that particular night, i began to feel more and more attracted to very soft bondage ( i still cant accept any gag). My botfriend left me for another one, so i asked my brother to "help" me sometimes...i unfortunantly dont have any other experience yet...but if something noticeable happens, youll know...
twas nice to contribute and keep writing

Eawyne

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Keep the stories commin :)

Back to my college years in my apartment. I invited my friend Jessie over. For those who dont know, she had a great body. She was wearing a tight green shirt and blue jeans. Well she came over and we talked for awhile. While I was getting a drink, she had gone into my room and had been rummaging through my closet. She was looking through it when I saw it. She asked me to tie her up. I was glad to hear that. Thats what I was planning the whole time. She sat down while I arranged everything for her next experience. I brought in a chair and sat it down in the room. She sat in it and I made her arms go over the back of the chair so her breasts looked even better. I took some rope and went over her shoulders through the middle of her breasts, then around her whole body. I took some more rope and crossed her wrists, then tied them together. I took some electrical tape and went all around her legs. 

I took some more rope and connected her ankles to her wrists, like a hogtie. She struggled a lot and complimented me on my expertise. I thamked her while i got some more tape and went around her body. She could hardly move while I left to get my new ballgag. I came back and looked excited about my new item. I stuffed the ball in her mouth and tightened it behind her head. She moaned really loud and tried getting herself loose. I told her to try and escape to see how she was at it. 

I left for about 20 min. and came back. She hadnt done a thing. She was still in the same predicament. Well, my bro was comin over so she had to be untied. Till next time.

Dana had brought over a friend of hers, named Krissy. She wasn't a fan of bondage but Dana told me to help her kidnap her. When Krissy came in the door, I was amazed at her beauty. I looked her up and down and gave her an 11 out of 10. She was wearing a tight striped sweater and blue jeans. I couldn't wait to tie her up. Dana and her were talking on the couch while watching some tv. I had a roll of duct tape in my hand and I sneaked up on her. I hand gagged her and lifted her off the couch. Dana held her arms to her side and I started wrapping all the duct tape around her body and legs. I almost completely mummified her besides the head. I gagged her with duct tape then sat her down on the couch. Dana had grabbed a camera and started taking pictures of her. It was so funny. We said we would let her out in a couple of minutes. More like 30 minutes. We let her out and we joked around with her about it. She wasn't mad or anything which was good cause I just met her. Well thats all for now. Please give me some feedback.

I shared my four-man bunk-room with two other non-comms (Non commissioned officers, or NCOs). I was a corporal and the other two were third-sergeants. Seth and Ian (not their real names) both just reached 19 and although I was lower ranking then they were, I was in the unit much longer (they had just posted in recently) and they treated me as their equal.

It was one of those blistering nights when the temperature soared over 100°F with the humidity that really makes you all sticky and bothered. A “Night’s Off” was granted to the company and everyone was preparing to book out for the evening to drink piss and have fun (during training, the company could only book out on weekends). I was feeling rather tired after a long day’s training and decided not to book out (I was allowed to book out on any free night anyway). I hit the showers which were packed with trainees eager to book out. Seth had already showered and changed when I returned. Ian was already downstairs getting his section to fall in.

It was quarter to nine and there was still about fifteen minutes before the whole company would be ready to book out. Seth knew that I wouldn’t be booking out with the rest of the company. He waited till I had put on my briefs (I hadn’t tried out boxers yet) before he posed the question. “Remember you said you could get out of any knots?” I knew what was coming to me then. How could I forget? We just had the conversation earlier today when we were practicing knots during lessons. “What about it?” I replied.

“Well, it’s just that since you aren’t booking out, and there’s still some time left before the rest of the company falls in, I thought I could practice some knots on you.”

Maybe it was my machismo that spoke, but I agreed. I didn’t bother putting on more clothing since I might become all hot and sweaty again in a short while.

“Sit down,” Seth commanded and motioned to the standard plastic chair.

I sat there and put my hands behind the back of the chair’s backrest. But Seth had other ideas in mind. He took out the standard issue roll of comms-chord (a hardy coil of nylon rope for multi-purpose use). He took each wrist and bound them to each of the chair’s hind legs, so that my hands were by my side, rather than crossed behind me. Then he spread out my fingers and tied each finger to the cross bar between the chair legs. Next, he spread my legs backwards so that they rested on the inside of the chair’s legs, then tied my feet tautly to the chair’s hind legs so that they were hanging under the seat. He used the rest of the rope to secure my body to the seat. He was quite methodical, tying each part of the body carefully to the chair, starting with the thighs and moving upwards to the lower arms, waist and chest, biceps and shoulders and finally the neck to the back of the chair (not too tightly but enough so that I couldn’t move my neck) so that my head was now tilted backwards and my body arched backwards. It took him less than ten minutes to secure me to the chair, and I realized that he must have really practiced it. He stood back and looked at his handy work. Then, he took my army “vest” (T-shirt) and wrapped it around my head as a blindfold. Thankfully he didn’t gag me.

“There, see if you can get out of that!” He cried. “I’ll be back by 2359 (that’s 11.59pm – before midnight). With that, he left.

The door clicked shut and I began struggling against my bonds but I couldn’t move a muscle. My fingers were spread far apart and were utterly useless. I couldn’t even move my head to try to undo the blindfold – shirts usually make lousy blindfolds because the material is thick and gets loose easily. My efforts only made the ropes tighter. I tried to move the chair but without any part of my body touching the floor, the effort was near impossible. I managed, by rocking and ‘jumping’ in the chair, to move the chair very slightly closer to the door, hoping that someone would be around to help me out of my bonds. But I could hear the whole company already marching towards the gates and soon, I would be the only one in the whole building. The direness of the situation dawned upon me – I would be alone and tied up, utterly vulnerable for maybe three hours.

Because I had just returned from the shower and Seth and Ian were booking out, only the lights were on – the fans were all switched off. Luckily the windows provided some cool relief, but they also allowed the mosquitoes to come in (the school was in the middle of a forested area). With only my briefs on, I was fresh meat for the picking.

Because I had just returned from the shower and Seth and Ian were booking out, only the lights were on – the fans were all switched off. Luckily the windows provided some cool relief, but they also allowed the mosquitoes to come in (the school was in the middle of a forested area). With only my briefs on, I was fresh meat for the picking.

After more than two hours of intermittent struggling, I was drenched in sweat, rubbed sore from the tight bounds, and itching all over. I had, however, somehow made the blindfold fall off. I began to hear noises as the troops started trickling back from their night’s out. I am saved, I thought! I heard footsteps coming down the corridor and called out. I didn’t care how I looked; I was more concerned about getting free and getting even with some mosquitoes. The person heard me calling and opened the door. I tried to look down my nose to see who it was (having had my head tilted back in an awkward position). It was one of the trainees (he would have been 18) that I knew but wasn’t from my platoon. He saw me in my predicament, looked shocked for no more than a second and burst out laughing. It must have been a sight for a trainee to see this fit and toned corporal (I was 6’1” weighing 155 pounds) all trussed up looking so helpless.

I was red-faced and gave some story that the whole lot of NCOs ganged up on me for some fun. Thankfully, he didn’t call anyone else to see my sorry state. He did point out that I had a hard on – which was poking out the top of my sweat stained, body hugging briefs – I was utterly embarrassed (he must have thought I was gay). I hadn’t realized it, being more concerned about the blessed mosquitoes. I guess being tied up nearly-naked on a hot evening for two hours, all alone in a deserted building and being found by a trainee made me real horny. It added to my humiliation and I tried to calm down quickly. The trainee untied me and I thanked him profusely before making him promise not to tell anyone. (He was graduating from the school soon, and there was no reason for him to squeal on me. I’ve heard of more weird things that trainees do when they get bored.) I had to go back into the shower again to try and cool myself down to reduce the rope marks all around me. When I came out of the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror – I was covered with red spots (mosquito bites) and rope marks all over. My fatigues (uniform) wouldn’t be able to hide the rope marks on my neck, lower arms and hands for days. Thankfully, not many people noticed – I got only a few raised eyebrows.

When Seth and Ian came back a while later (at 2359 as promised), Seth looked shocked to see me all freshened up and casually reading a book on my bed. “How did you get out?” He blurted, earning confused looks from Ian (who hadn’t a clue what Seth had done to me). “I got out long ago,” I lied, “shows that you’re bad at knots.” I wasn’t upset about what Seth did to me, but actually admired his handiwork. Thereafter for the rest of my army days (about half a year left), my buddies (including Ian – who caught on to what had happened) and I fooled around with ropes quite a lot, trying to outdo each other.

Army Daze

DEANNA: Mostly we're just writing this to say that the reason he hasn't written anything recently is from two things. One, he has been very sick, and two he found out about two weeks ago that one of his friends died.

AMY: So please keep him in your thoughts. He's in a really bad way right now.

DEANNA: And he asked us to say that if you wouldn't mind he'd like to start posting again.

THANKS TO ALL

I'm just speaking for myself, but I'd like to see him return to posting, or for that matter if Amy or Deanna could offer their stories from their own perspective, that could be just as good, possibly even better; depending on how well they write.

I may be alone in this opinion, but I'm used to that.

This a person to person type message, please scroll past if you really can't stand these things.

I've seen far worse stuff done here than what I'm about to, though. Refer any and all complaints to http://amishrakefight.org/gfy.

Unlike some others, this will be my only post of this nature.

Dragon Warrior has my real e-mail, and had asked me to send a portfolio of past illustrations to him, for possible work illustrating his stories at his new site. If you would like to see them yourselves, for approval; or any questions or comments, get it from him and please feel free to contact me.

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Sam is probably the most open friend I have in bondage. He enjoys being tied up more, but sometimes ties me up. My new rule for my tie up games are, the person has to be gagged, and if they start to hum the national anthem, then the person tying the other person up has to remove their gag and untie them at will. Failure to follow these rules results in the tie up of the person who was tied up's choice, in whatever they want the other person to wear, other than nothing...because that's just nasty. Well, here's the story.

As I have said, Sam was at my house, and we were in my room hanging out. Sam actually asked if I had gotten any better at tying people up, and I said yes, and that I had actually learned some new techniques. He was of course up for the challenge, and I decided to do a simple hogtie.

I crossed his hands behind his back while he was laying on his stomach on my bed. I began to tie them tightly, using one of my 0' ropes. I wrapped them about 3 times, then started to cross it between hos hands. I then knotted it off after looping it one more time, then vertically tied it twice, then knotted it off, leaving extra rope. I then tied his feet in the same pattern as his hands, crossing and tying it vertically. At this point, Sam did not know what a hogtie actually was, so he had to learn the hard way. I took the leftover rope from his hands and tied it to his feet, leaving his hands and feet attached. This left him totally helpless. I let him struggle, not bothering to gag him because I didn't want to tickle him in this tie. This was just to show him that I had gotten better, and that he could learn from me. He struggled now more than ever, then finally gave up and said, "I give up. You've gotten pretty good at this!" I accepted this with a smile then untied him.

We went outside and played horse on my basketball hoop outside, and I lost, and the punishment for losing this time wasto be tied at the hands and feet, gagged, and tickled for 5 minutes. We headed up to my room, where he tied my hands and feet simply, just making it so that I couldn't retaliate when being tickled. He took a strip of duct tape. PLaced it on my mouth, but didn't take the tube part off! He started to tickle me, and the tube hit my eye. I started to sing the national anthem, hen he playfully asked, "is the baby uncomfortable?" He made no gesture to remove my gag until the tickling was almost over, when I hummed the anthem for the third time. He finally let me go. I stared at him, smiled, and said, "my turn! You failed to follow the rules, so you have to wear your shorts without a shirt, and have to be tied however I want! He removed his shirt, placed his hands behind his back while I prepared the rope... TO BE CONTINUED

I would like to know if you want to hear the rest!

When I left off, I was about to tie the shirtless Sam (see previous story) because he failed to follow my bondage rules, which results in a punishment of being tied and tickled in whatever the other person wants, so I just decided to have him shirtless for tickling purposes. He had placed his hands behind his back. I crossed them, wrapping the 20' rope around 3 times, then began to cross the rope in between his hands another 3 times, then knotted it off. I then tied it vertically twice, knotting it off. Then I decided that I would do something a little different. I took the remainder of the rope and brought it up between his legs. I then encircled it around his bound hands and stomach to further immobilize him. I wrapped it twice around his body and knotted it off, leaving him in a nice crotchtie.
"I just love wedgies," he told me when i knotted it off tightly.
"you can do t to me later if you like," I responded, not knowing how uncomfortable it was. I then crossed his feet, tying them together with the other 20' rope. I crossed it and tied it off, with some extra rope begging to do something. I decided on the most uncomfortable position ever. A crotch/hogtie. I brought his hands and feet together with the remaining rope while he groaned. I responded by gagging him with a strip of duct tape. He was now bound and hopeless, at my mercy...(TO BE CONTINUED)

This probably happened about a week after the events of the last story that I posted. Just to refresh people's memory of who is who, there are three girls involved in this story. Amy is Asian-American, stands about 5'2", has long black hair that hangs down almost to her waist in a ponytail, deep brown eyes, and has a great body (soccer and volleyball). Deanna is an Aussie who has been living in the states for a few years, stands about 5'2", hazel eyes, long reddish-brown hair that hangs about halfway down her back, and also has a great body (running and volleyball). Finally, Jasmine is Hispanic, stands about 5'5", green eyes, long black hair with red highlights in it that hangs about halfway down her back, and has a great body, but more muscular than the other two (goes weightlifting with me). 

As usual, we all spent part of the day at the mall. I picked up a few older style swords; a katana with beautiful dragon engravings on it, and a semi-rare pistol sabre (yes, I am somewhat of a collecter). Amy bought a few cd's, Deanna some books, and Jasmine bought a couple of DVD's. After driving home, I grilled us some burgers and hotdogs for lunch while the girls whipped up some potato salad, macaroni salad, and broke out the chips and salsa. We enjoyed our nice summertime lunch, having fun laughing at each other and just basking in the lovely summer sun.

Following that we went for a swim in my uncle's pool, and then we sat out on the reclining pool chairs. Oh, I forgot... Amy was wearing a dark blue bikini, Deanna was wearing a hot pink one, and Jasmine was wearing a black one. I took turns massaging them and rubbing tanning lotion on their backs. I grabbed my guitar and played about ten songs for them. Let me be the first to say that I only have an average singing voice, but the girls didn't seem to mind. I forget everything that I sang for them. I know that they were either Hootie and the Blowfish songs, and Blessed Union of Souls songs. I know that I finished up with Eagle Eye Cherry's "Save Tonight."

Once I finished "Save Tonight," Amy came over and lay next to me, smiling at me and mussing up my hair a little. "What did we ever do to get such a good guy like you in our life?"

I just shook my head. "You consider me a good guy? C'mon, I'm not exactly Justin Timberlake or George Clooney here. I'm just a nobody."

Deanna sat upright really quick. "Don't you dare say that," she scolded in her cute Aussie accent. "You're one of the best things in my life."

"Yeah, besides, what other guy do we know cooks for us, gives us massages, and serenades us by the poolside," smiled Jasmine over at me.

Amy leaned up a little and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "So stop worrying about not being good enough for an of us. If we wanted someone else we would have found him already."

"Okay, okay," I laughed. "I get the point. I'm a vision of manhood, a prize for any... hey!" I mock cried in pain as Amy gave my stomach a whack.

"Don't let it go to your head," she smirked.

Giving her a quick kiss, I got up and made my way inside the house. I went to the bedroom because I wanted to get my sunglasses, but I couldn't find them. As soon as I turned around Amy jumped into my arms, and I caught her, laughing.

"Well, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Oh, just being you," she replied, nuzzling me a little.

"Really. Where are the others?"

"Oh, Deanna dozed off and Jasmine is reading."

I grinned. A devilish, wicked, scheming grin. Amy looked at me with wide eyes. "Um... what's that look for? Am I in... EEP!" she squeaked as I tossed her on the bed and pinned her face down, quickly reaching into my night stand and grabbing a bandana and stuffing it completley into her mouth, muffling her protests. Grabbing another bandana I cleaved it very tightly between her teeth, tugging on the corners of her lips and tying a knot at the nape of her neck. Amy looked back at me over her shoulder with expressive eyes, moaning softly into her gag. Grabbing my stash of rope from my closet, I sat her up on my bed and proceeded to tie her up, first by putting her wrists together behind her back, palms touching, and tying them very tight, looping the excess rope round her waist several times to pin her wrists to her back. I tied her elbows together (touching) as well, then looping rope around her arms and torso tightly, both just above and just below he r breasts, then made a harness by running the rope behind her neck and over her shoulders and passing it down through her elbow tie. Then I tied her legs together at her ankles, claves, knees, and thighs. Laying her gently on her side I finished tying her by putting her into a very strict hogtie, with her feet resting firmly on her butt, and taped her hands together in several layers from her fingertips to just above her wrist tie.

When I was finished I sat beside her and ran my hand through her hair as she moaned and squirmed in her bonds, looking at me with content eyes. Leaning down I kissed her gagged lips, feeling her trying to nuzzle me in return. I patted her cheek and said, "Wait here while I go get you some company." I blindfolded her and then grabbed some more bandanas and stuffed them into my bathing suit pockets, then headed for the pool again.

Amy was right. Deanna was dozing on her pool chair. Jasmine looked up at me, smiling, from where she was sitting next to Deanna, playing with her hair as she slept. I motioned for her to come in and she nodded, carefully getting up so as not to wake her. Once she got inside she started to ask me something.

"Hey, what's going onMMMMMPPPHHH!!!" she tried to yell as I clamped my hand over her mouth and slipped behind her to pin her arms down to her side. She struggled in my arms for about a minute, writhing and mmmmppppphhhing for all she was worth as I slowly half-dragged her into the living room before she finally gave up. I took my hand away fomr her mouth and quickyl gagged her the same way I had done for Amy, and she just merely groaned and shook her head a little, but her eyes were twinkling and she gave me a wink, so I knew she was okay with this.

I led her to my room, and Jasmine looked at Amy and laughed as best as she could through her gag. In about ten minutes I had Jasmine lying on her side, facing Amy, tied in exactly the same way including the hogtie. I gave each one a gentle kiss on their gagged lips, promising to return in a few minutes. Grabbing some more bandanas, I headed out to the pool again for my final captive.

Deanna actually woke up just before I got out there. She gave me a sheepish grin, saying, "Sorry about that, I guess I was a little more tired than I thought. Where's everyone at?"

"They're inside, if you wanna go talk to them."

"Yeah, I might as well. If I stay out here much longer I might get burnt," she said, standing up and stretching.

I let her lead the way back in, and as soon as we got to the living room I grabbed her from behind.

"Hey what's the big idea MMMMMPPPPHHHH!" she tried to say as I stuffed a bandana into her mouth. She just laughed as best as she could and tried to say something that sounded like "I should have known" as I cleave gagged her with the second bandana.

I left her in the living room and went to get more rope, tying her up in the exact same manner as the other girls. After I had taped her hands and hogtied her I got out a few soft blankets and spread them out on the living room floor, and gently picked her up and laid her down on her side facing the tv. Then I carried out Jasmine and Amy one at a time. I took off Jasmine's and Amy's blindfolds (I hadn't blindfolded Deanna).

I rested my back aghainst the couch, and had Amy and Deanna use my legs as pillows , and arranged Jasmine so that she was using Deanna's bound and hogtied legs for a pillow, so that she was still able to see the tv without straining her neck.

For the few hours we watched a couple of movies just like that. If I remember right the first movie was Reign of Fire, and the second one was Dragon Heart (yes, I am absolutely fascinated by dragon myths). During the whole time I was running my hand through the hair of at least one of the girls at any one time, because all of them really like that.

After the movies were over, I undid all of them from their hogtie, but left all the other bindings and their gags on them. I sat back and watched them squirm and moan for a while, until about six in the evening. Then I got up and went to the kitchen (it's right next to the living room and there is no divider so I could keep an eye on them). Since they liked my cooking so much I whipped up a nice Italian dinner of ziti and meatballs. Once I finished I took out there gags and had them sip some coke, then untied everything but their legs, and retied their hands in front of them and carried them over one by one to the table and sat them down. We all ate dinner, the girls being tied up although not as immovably as before, so it took them a little bit longer. We had fun laughing whenever one of them would drop a meatball off of her fork and back onto her plate.

"You are so good as a kidnapper... you know how to treat a lady right," Deanna said, smiling at me.

"Yeah, movies and a dinner. It doesn't get much better than this," laughed Jasmine.

"Yeah it does!" exclaimed Amy. "You haven't given us our backrubs yet!" she pouted, causing me and the others to laugh.

"Yeah he did," said Deanna. "Before he sang to us outside."

"Yeah, but I want another," Amy pouted, giving all of us puppy eyes.

"Don't worry I have it covered," I said with a grin. I gagged them all again, and left them sitting there as I cleaned up the dishes and put them away, then went to the basement. In the gameroom my uncle had a really old fashioned four person bed the has only a solid steel bar for a headboard and footboard. I made sure their were no busted springs or anything and then went back up, grabbing three more bandanas from Deanna and Jasmine's room on my way back to the kitchen.

Once there the girls gave me some more questioning looks, but that soon ended when I blindfolded each one of them, eliciting a few squeaks of surprise from them as I did so.
I carried them down to the basement one by one, carefully sitting them beside the bed. 

Once I got them all down there, I took Jasmine first and untied her legs except for her ankles, then picked her up and laid her face down in the center of the bed, arms stretched above her head. I grabbed some of the rope I had take off of her and used it to attach her hands to the bar along the tep of the bed, and her feet to the bar at the foot of the bed, stretching her out nice and tight. I did the same with Amy and Deanna, Amy being on her left and Deanna being on her right. I left them for only a minute, running back upstairs to grab three pillows, which I gently arranged for their heads to rest on comfortably.

That being finished, I proceeded to take my time in giving each of them massages, constantly moving from one to the other, massaging their arms, necks, backs, legs, and even their feet. I spent a few hours on them, and only stopped when I noticed that I had made them all fall asleep.

Very slowly and gently I untied them and took off their blindfolds and gags, and very gently picked up Deanna and carried her to her room, pulled back her sheets and layed her on her bed. I took Jasmine next, and carried her up and laid her down by Deanna, and pulled up the sheets and tucked them in around them, and gave them each a soft kiss on the forehead.

Amy woke up as I carried her back to our room, and put her arms around my neck and rested her head against my chest. Once we got back to our room I gently laid her down on the bed and laid beside her, and held her close as we both fell off to sleep.

Hope you guys enjoyed this one. See you later.
 

So me, being a man of my word, layed on my stomach and placed my hands behind my back. He crossed them, tying them the exact same way I had tied them, crossing the rope in between my hands, knotting it, and tying it vertically. Then, he told my to stand up. He helped me, and then he took the rope and put it between my legs. He then wrapped it around my body, securing my hands to my back. H etied it off tight, leaving the crotch part right through my crack. It feel really wierd. It was uncomfortable, but I thought, fair is fair. He then told me to lie down again, crossing my feet and repeating the same thing he did to my hands. Then, he brought my feet up to my hands till they touched, and knotted it off. Then, he took a strip of duct tape and put it on my mouth, effectively gagging me. He left me to struggle while he played on my game boy. Then, came the scary part. He stood up, turned off the game, and sat on the bed right next to me. He took off my socks. My eyes widened. Then, i felt a tingle on my foot, and started to writhe. He tickled my foot for a while, then went to my most ticklish area. My sides. He tickled them relentlessly for the longest time, then tickled my neck, and then went over my body for ten more mins. Then untied me, then had to leave.

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I just put down the phone after speaking to Jessica when I relised how lucky I was. On the phone she invited me over to her house where she and her friends where having sort of a party, I figured I was lucky because she was hot, blond about 5'10'' and her friends where good looking also. I thought I was in for a good day, well I was in for a better one. I went over to her house like she asked to and when i came in I was greeted by about 6 other girls, 3 of whom I know. There where about 14-16 year old. Anyway they invited me in and took me into this room upstairs. It was dark when we walked in and we sat around for like 10 min just talking. All of a sudden the door crashes open and in comes Jessica with rope in her hand and about 2 other girls I knew. Now Jessica just turned 15, I just turned 16 and the fact that I knew even if I tried to escape that I wouldn’t make it out in one piece so I sat there trying to act cool like I didn't know anything was going on. Then with out hesitation the girls I where speaking to tackled me to the ground. Jessica tossed them some rope and they took my hands tied them firmly and tightly together. My hands where crossed when they where tied and I tried to struggle but they just made the rope tighter around my hands so I just stopped fighting and let them.

Then they took my legs and brought them together. They took about 20 feet of rope and very tightly tied my ankles together . So there I am helpless with about 10 feet of rope around my hands and 20 feet of rope around my feet. I thought I knew this is not going to be the end and it wasn’t. I was sort of talking to them telling them not to do anything to me(I knew they would if I said not to.) They got tired of me talking I guess and so one of them got duck tape and a jacket. They put the jacket on me sort of. The way I was tied accurse prevent my arms from going out the arm holes. The jacket had a hood and they put the hood on my and wrapped about 1/4 of the roll of duck tape over my mouth. The jacket was to protect my hair I figure. 

So there I am, gagged with my hands tied and my feet tied. So now what you ask? Well they had a walk in closet so they lifted me up and carried me in there and just shut the door and left me there. The way they did my hands was almost impossible to untie or slip out of because the more I moved the tighter it got. I could tell they weren’t in the room still because I couldn't hear a sound. Now had anyone else done this to me I would be a little mad but this time I was excited by the fact that i just got tackled down and tied up by some really cute girls then left in a closet gaged and helpless. About 10 minutes passed and I findled with the knots each time I tryed to search for one the rope got tigher. About 1/2 an hour passed and Jessica came back in to check on me. Seeing as how I made no progress what so ever her and her friends took my shoes off and then took my socks off and started to tickle my feet. Now im not real ticklish but they way they did it made me feel like I was going to pass out from laughter. They did this for about 10 minutes. Still gagged they let me rest for 5 minutes then tickled me again. They took my socks and shoes and put them back on my feet. They then tied my shoes together so I couldn’t even move my feet. Then they left me and said if I could escape in a hour that they will let me walk right out the door. But if I couldnt then they would take pictures and spread them around school .

They left me and I thought, this is exciting and all but it will come back to haunt me if they take pictures. So I tryed to get my hands loose which only made it really tighter. I leaned my self over to a wall and was able to stand my self up. Now I always carry a pocket knife on my inside my pants I thought "If I can get the knife out I can cut my self free in about 10 minutes. So then I started to try. I moved my hands in all directions to try to get my knife. I tucked in my gut the best I could so I could try to move my pants a little. It worked I was able to move my pants which was able to move the pocket. With 2 fingers I got my knife out and sat down again. The jacket made it hard to open the knife but I got it. I had about 30 minutes left I figured. I was able to cut most of the rope off, enough to slip my hands out. Then I untied my feet. Then within 2 minutes after I got free they opened up the door surprised to see me free. They kept there word and let me go. I would of really of like to get revenge but there where too many.

So that ends it. Very exciting for me and yet painful because of the rope. Im just lucky I had my knife with me. I got a bunch of other stories which are better and don't result in me having to use a knife to free my self which I will post later.
 
 
 

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PART I

The events of that evening on Halloween night go back about five years now, so some of the details may be a bit blurry. I am writing this tale from memory by the soft light of a candle, to create a good mood for a Halloween tale. Anyway, dear readers, dim the lights, get comfortable, and get ready for a fun, sexy story . . . 

I looked in the mirror for perhaps the fourth time that evening. I had to admit, I looked pretty good! The French Maid costume was a good fit. The white-frilled, sheer black skirt came to just above mid-thigh. Not quite as short as I had feared it would be, but a bit shorter than the conservative, tailored skirts and dresses I usually wore. The outfit came complete with a frilly white apron, headband, and elbow-high white gloves. I had selected a pair of sheer, lycra nylons and white high-heels to finish the look. My girlfriend, Kelly, had talked me into going to her annual Halloween party dressed like this, and I could feel myself blushing . . . 

Earlier that week, Kelly and I had gone shopping for costumes for the fabulous party that she said she was having. She thought that my taste in clothes was much too conservative; that someone as gorgeous as me should learn to flaunt it. We were driving along the town's main street, cruising along slowly. "There it is," Kelly exclaimed, pointing to a store. It was a costume store. She pulled the car up and parked on the side of the street. After feeding the meter, we went inside. Hundreds of costumes hung on the racks along the walls and on display mannequins. We looked up and down the racks.

"This is what I'm going to wear!" She settled for a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader uniform. "Now we just have to get you sorted out." She selected a French maid uniform for myself. "Here. This is just the costume for you!"

My eyes widened. I couldn't wear this. It was just a bit too sexy, too revealing. "Oh, I don't know, Kelly. I mean, the skirt on the costume is a bit too short. It would be like wearing lingerie to your party." 

"My gosh." She threw her hands up in exasperation. " Lisa, you are never going to get anywhere with that attitude. Loosen up, girl." So that was it. I was going to wear that costume. Resignedly, I took the costume from Kelly, went to the check out counter, and reached into my purse . . . 

I pulled myself back to the present. The party would be starting soon, and I didn't want to be late. I put the finishing touches on my costume - a pair of dangly earrings and some lipstick. Okay, here goes, I thought. It was getting cool outside this time of year, so I covered myself up with a Teen Flo trench coat. Satisfied, I closed and locked the door to my apartment and walked toward the elevator and pushed the button for the elevator. As I descended to the building lobby, I was grateful that I didn't run into anybody that I knew. It was just starting to become dusk, and the air was brisk, beautiful fall weather as the early evening approached. Reaching my car, I started up my 7 year old Honda Civic. So far so good. 

I knew the way to Kelly's parents' homestead on the outskirts of the small town where we lived. It was located in the outer regions in a rural area containing a few farms and orchards. Quite a beautiful part of the countryside. Driving carefully, as there would be children roaming the street trick or treating, I headed out to the rural area where she lived. Getting into the spirit of Halloween, I turned on the radio, listening for something appropriate for the holiday . . . 
 

After driving for about half an hour, I could see the house in the distance. Though I had been there quite a few times before, I never ceased to marvel at the charm of the place. It was a classic homestead, a century home that had been renovated with modern conveniences. To add to its charms, it was on a large piece of land, complete with a cornfield and a barn. For Halloween, Kelly and some of her other friends had gone all out to make it a spooky occasion. As I pulled up in the car, I could see that there were some pretend gravestones on the front yard. I pulled my Honda up behind Kelly's car, turned off the ignition, and got out the car. I decided to leave my purse under the front seat. Okay, here goes. Self-consciously, I gathered my coat around me, and walked up to the main entrance. The sounds of the party were already in progress. I could hear the din over the sound of my heels clicking on the pavement, and the rustling of leaves in the gentle night breeze. The moon was full too. Perfect. 
 

I walked up several steps to the veranda, and then proceeded to the front door. The veranda was one of those that was covered over, and extended the width of the front of the house. Dressed as I was under the coat, I could feel myself blushing once more. There was a scarecrow with glowing orange eyes propped up on a rocking chair at the end of the veranda, and he seemed almost to be leering at me, as though he could see through my coat. I raised a gloved hand and knocked on the door. In a few moments, the door flew open and there was Kelly in her cheerleader uniform, looking very sexy I might add.

"Come on in," she shouted. She took my jacked and hung it up. "My God, Lisa, you look like totally awesome! Every guy at the party is going to be all over you!"

Completely blushing now, and aware that people were noticing the newcomer to the festivities, I proceeded in.

I marveled at the variety of costumes that the guests had worn that evening. There was a girl dressed as a bride.
Another girl was dressed as a she-devil. Yet another was a sexy witch. There were a few guys dressed as famous monsters - Dracula, The Werewolf, etc. There was a guy dressed as Michael Myers from the John Carpenter Halloween movies. I noticed a girl standing at the far side of the room. She wasn't wearing a costume. She was stood by the punch bowl, sipping on a drink. I put my hand to my mouth and giggled. I realized it was a guy dressed up as a girl. I recognized him a Ryan, a guy I had gone to high school with. He looked self-conscious in a tight dress, makeup, wig, and high heels. I went over to him. "Hi Ryan," I giggled. "I just love your costume. Nice dress."

He turned deep red at this underneath the mascara. "Some of the other guys said they were going in drag also. Looks like I wound up looking ridiculous."

I assured him he looked great. The truth is, I admired any guy secure enough in his masculinity to go to a Halloween party dressed as a girl. "Never mind what anyone says, " I reassured him, "I think you look fabulous!"

I mingled some more with the guests. Many of them I recognized underneath their costumes; some I had never met before, or was unable to recognize. I received complements of my own about my costume. Blushing, I explained that it was Kelly's idea not mine. I helped myself to some munchies. Candy apples, rice crispy squares. Hors d'oveures. Kelly had really put out all the stops to make this a memorable occasion. How memorable was yet to be seen . . .

"Howdy, l'll lady!" I was suddenly aware of an arm around my waist. Steve was dressed as a cowboy. John Wayne reincarnated. "Just what the party needs - a sexy French Maid." Steve fancied himself as God's gift to women, and the sight of a girl dressed the way I was more than enough to encourage his interest. "What say you and I have a dance later on?"

I really didn't want to dance with him. Like many girls, I found that he could be a bit obnoxious. I pulled my self away. "Thanks, but I actually promised someone else the first dance." I was searching for excuses. The thought of him with his hands on me, especially dressed the way I was, was a bit much. "Ryan asked me . ."

"Ryan," Steve laughed. "Looks like he showed up in his weekend clothes. Actually, we convinced him that a bunch of us were going to dress as women tonight! Looks like he fell for it!"

Actually, I thought this was kind of mean of Steve. Ryan was a nice guy, and I actually was determined to get to know him better this evening, tight dress or not. I mingled with some of my girlfriends. Sue, who I went to college with, was dressed as a sexy she-devil. "This is some party, huh." She shouted over the music.

Suddenly, Kelly was there. "Lisa, you look absolutely gorgeous! I did tell you that already didn't I?"

"That's what I keep hearing," I sighed.

"Lisa, you are just too modest. Loosen up, for Pete's sake!"

Kelly drifted off to see to her other guests. I stood marveling at the festivities, leaning against a staircase banister, when suddenly I glanced something flash overhead. Before I knew what was happening, my arms were pinned to my side and to the banister. Steve had lassoed me. He made several more turns with the rope around my body and my legs. "Gotcha," he exclaimed. "Looks like I caught myself a nice prize!"

PART II

Some of the other guests were noticing and smiling. I could feel myself turning beet-red with embarrassment. "Okay, Steve, very funny. Let me go!" I squirmed, but didn't have the slack to get free.

"Okay, but on one condition. You give me a slow dance."

What could I do? I was aware that my being tied up this way was attracting attention. I wriggled some more to try and get free, as a few people smiled and pointed in my direction. "Okay," I sighed. "You win."

After he untied me, Steve led me into the middle of the room and we danced with the other guests. Throughout the dance, he held me close. His hand, which was on my waist, started to slide down to my hip. I took hold of it and put it back to my waist. Something was going to have to be done about this. He said, "Looking real sexy, this evenin', Lisa. French Maid, huh? Me and my buddies are havin' a party next month to celebrate our victory." Steve played football, and his team won the championship, as he was fond of telling anyone who would listen. "We could sure use a French Maid to serve drinks and keep the guests happy."

My mouth opened with astonishment. This was outrageous! If Steve thought that I would be his personal servant at his party dressed like this, he had something else coming. But there was a plan formulating in my mind . . .

"So this victory party of yours," I started, trying to make conversation, "It's going to be quite the event?" We were still gyrating slowly around the floor, Steve holding me close.

"Yeah. It's our victory. We're serving beer, wine. You name it. All the foot you can eat. We could sure use someone like you to help out. The guys would sure like it if you came as you are." 

I was aware that Steve was surreptitiously looking at my cleavage as we danced. "Why don't we grab a bite to eat," I suggested. I was anxious to put a little distance between the two of us. He was holding me a little too close.

"Sure. Sounds good to me." Steve gestured towards a couch. "Grab a seat. I'll bring us something over."

As he veered over to the snack table, I went over to the couch and sat down, glad for the break. The other guests seemed to be having a good time. The costumes and decorations were making for quite an event. I was wondering if coming single to this party was such a good idea. Most of the other guests had come with dates. I guess Kelly had wanted me to come dressed as a French Maid because she thought that I was too square and needed to flaunt myself a bit more. The truth is, I didn't go out too much. I was just as content with a good book and a glass of wine, as I was with a night on the town. I did date occasionally, but being the shy type, I wasn't asked out too often. I hadn't had too many boyfriends. I relaxed, sat back, and crossed my legs, self-consciously pulling down at the hem of my skirt so that too much leg wasn't showing. 

Suddenly, Steve re-appeared with two drinks and some snacks. He sat down beside me, and handed me a glass of wine. I could see him glancing down at my legs. "Quite a party Kelly has thrown, hasn't she?"

"Yes, it's turned out to be quite the event. She throws a party like this every year, but I think that this is the best one so far." I thought for a moment. "So this party of yours that you're having, it's going to be great also?"

"Better believe it, toots, that's why I want you to come."

"I see." The plan that I had been turning over was starting to come into focus. "You know, it's getting pretty stuffy in here. Why don't we step out for a breath of fresh air and talk about it?"

A smile slowly spread across Steve's face. I guess he thought he was getting somewhere with me. First base, perhaps. "Sounds great to me. We'll go for a little walk."

We got up and walked out to the front hallway and out the front door. There, several couples stood milling around on the veranda, talking, or sipping drinks, or wandering around the property. Steve and I walked down the front steps. The air was cool, but not uncomfortable. The breeze made a distant hissing sound as it blew through the cornfield. The full moon cast our shadows as we walked. Several hundred feet behind the homestead, the barn loomed. In the moonlit darkness, it was an imposing, spooky presence. The barn doors were closed and locked with a length of chain and padlock. However, there was a regular doorway to one side, intended for people use.

"Steve, about this party of yours. I was just thinking, it sounds pretty exciting. When are you having it?" We were stood by the door to the barn. It wasn't locked, and stood slightly ajar. "There's a bit of a cool breeze picking up. Why don't we step into the barn and talk about it?"

Steve lit up at this. A smile slowly spread across his face. "Now your talking, toots. After you." He made a gesture for me to enter first. I stepped over the threshold and into darkness. Steve followed suit. Feeling around, I located the open-wire light switch I knew to be there, and suddenly the inside was bathed in a soft light. There were a couple of light bulbs illuminating the barn. The barn had several stalls for horses. They were empty at the moment. Kelly's parents raised horses for show, and they were currently at a contest. A small tractor was parked to one side, waiting in preparation for the cornfield harvesting. Several bails of hay lay strewn around. There were a number of tools, including a scythe and a pitchfork hung on the barn walls. There were also several coils of rope. Perfect. I think.

"So, Steve, I was thinking." I was really nervous at this point, but determined not to show it. "I'll come to your party. However, there is just one condition . . ."

"And what would that be?" He stood before me, looking down and leering. 

Okay, here goes nothing. I took a deep breath. " Remember when I said I would dance with you if you untied me from the banister, earlier on?" Lisa, girl, what are you doing? " Well, I'll come to your party if you let me tie you up, this time. If you can escape in an hour, I'll come." There. I said it.

Steve stood looking at me. I didn't know if he would laugh, or what. "Gee, I don't know if I can trust you." Either way, I guessed he was trembling with excitement and could taste copper in his mouth, at this point. After all, I was dressed as a French Maid.

"Well, then, maybe I shouldn't come to the party . . ." I turned and started to leave.

"Okay, okay. Here, tie me up!" He reached for the lasso he had on his gun-belt and handed it to me. Shaking out the coils, I walked behind him and crossed his hands behind his back. Now, dear readers, there is something you must understand at this point. We girls are experts at bondage. Like many young girls, I had several years of babysitting experience, and whether you do the tying, or are the one tied, you learn how to tie someone up so that there is no chance of escape. Steve was about to find this out. 

I made numerous diagonal loops around his wrists, continually pulling it tighter. With the remaining couple of feet, I cinched the rope between the coils and his wrists and tied the final knot, making sure it couldn't be reached. So far so good. Steve tugged experimentally at his restraints. "Not bad, pretty lady," he laughed.

"Relax, cowboy, I'm not finished yet." I left him stood there, while I got some of the ropes that were hung up with the tools. I was starting to relax and really enjoy this. Taking one of the coils of rope, I wrapped it around Steve's body, pulling his arms firmly against his body until there was no slack whatsoever. I finished off by cinching the remaining rope between his arms and torso so there was no chance of the ropes slipping up or down. "Okay, let's get you laid down."

He looked at me questioningly. I helped him down to the ground and then rolled him so that he was face down on his stomach. Taking another length of rope, I tied his legs together just above the knees, cinching it, then I tied his ankles together the same way. I took the final length of rope, tied it to his ankles and then drew then back. I then finished by tying the remainder to his wrists. Steve was now in a very effective, utterly inescapable hog-tie. I had him where I wanted him.

"Not bad, toots," he laughed, but there was a cloud of doubt on his face. He tugged at the ropes.

"Okay, cowboy, you have an hour to get free. If you manage to escape, I'll come as I am now to your party. If not, the deals off. Got it?" For the first time that evening, I felt safe. I sat on a bale of hay with my legs crossed, not bothering to pull down at my hemline, giving Steve a good look at my gams.

Steve started his escape attempt. He pulled hard at the ropes binding his wrists, and then tried to move his arms up and down. The only thing he managed to do was to rock back and forth slightly. Slowly, the supercilious grin started to fade. Dear readers, if you could have seen the look on his face as he realized he couldn't untie himself. It was priceless. I could feel myself grinning broadly.

"Something the matter, Steve?" I purred smugly. "Got nowhere to go? Poor baby."

Steve was struggling desperately now. I think he realized that he wasn't going to get free, and that I wouldn't be coming to his party. His face was red from the exertion of trying to get loose, and he was sweating slightly, despite the cool autumn temperature. I could see him trying to look around, attempting to see his hands. His fingers were twisting back, desperately trying to find a knot, or a loose coil of rope. It wasn't going to happen. Finally, the hour was up. Steve lay still, completely exhausted. 

"Okay, Lisa," he looked up resignedly. Lisa, not toots. "You win. I guess you can untie me now." He wriggled a bit against the ropes for emphasis.

Smiling, I said, "Untie you? I never said I would untie you."

A look of astonishment crossed Steve's face. "Wait a minute. You said . . ."

"I said that if you freed yourself, I would come to your party. Who said anything about being untied?" I was thoroughly enjoying myself now. I may have been the shy, girl-next-door type, but now I had the power. I grinned at Steve, rubbing it in that he couldn't get free.

"Aw, c'mon Lisa. We're missing the party." He strained mightily against his bonds.

"You're going to miss the party. I, on the other hand, am going back to the party, where I intend to enjoy the rest of the evening. You can stay tied up and think about how you harassed me all evening."

John Wayne was gone now. He was just some guy helplessly tied up. "Please, Lisa. I'm begging you. I'll do anything! Lisa, please. Miss Bauman. Ma'am."

"You've done enough." 'Ma'am'? Just for that, he would stay tied up even longer. I started to get up and move toward the door. "Say another word, and I'll gag you!" With that, I headed towards the door, gently swaying my hips as I walked, giving Steve a good look at what he couldn't have. Kelly wouldn't think I was too square after I told her what I had done to Steve when I got back to the party. We would come back after the party was over and teach him a lesson, and perhaps some respect for women. But that would have to be another tale. I glanced back. He was struggling hard. I smiled, waved goodbye, turned out the lights, closed the door, and left him there in the darkness . . . 

I closed the barn door behind me, making sure that it was securely latched. I could vaguely hear the muffled sounds of Steve, as he ineffectually strained against the ropes holding him in the hog-tie I had put him in just an hour before. As I walked briskly back to Kelly's homestead house, I thought with satisfaction that he was getting his just deserts. The night had gotten a bit cooler as the evening progressed. The full moon was partially hidden by some wispy clouds, and the breeze had picked up, causing the cornfield to hiss loudly and wave back and forth. 

I could see the house lights as I approached. There were only a few people outside now, and they were staying on the veranda. I could hear the music emanating from the house. The party was still in full swing, and I wondered if anyone would wonder what had become of me during the past hour. Although I had arrived alone that evening, my costume had caught quite a few admiring glances. I also wondered if anyone would miss Steve. Probably not. His boorish, obnoxious behavior made him an unwelcome addition to any Halloween festivity.

I climbed the steps to the veranda. One or two people gave me a questioning glance, but otherwise went about their affairs. The house was a welcome relief from the chill of the night air. A bunch of people were crowding a sofa, watching a video of "Halloween". Jamie Lee Curtis was running across a street, pursued by the masked fiend. The costumed guests were either cheering on the fiend or the damsel in distress. "Lisa, girl." I was suddenly aware of Kelly standing beside me. "Where have you been? I thought you had got lost or something!"

"Nope," I giggled. "Here I am. I just thought I would step out for a breath of fresh air." 

"Well. You were sure gone for a long time." Kelly suddenly looked puzzled. "Wasn't Steve with you. What happened to him, anyway?"

I smiled mischievously. "I don't know. Maybe he got tied up somewhere." I quickly changed he subject. "So, how are things going with the party here?"

Kelly stood there smiling at me. I wonder if she thought that I was up to something. Who knows what she suspected was going on . . . 
 

The guests, too, were equally creative in their choices of costumes. I marveled at the variety of ideas that people had come up with in deciding what to wear, and was continually impressed with what I saw. Although Kelly and I wore store bought costumes - myself the French Maid, and she the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader - many others had spent considerable time and effort for this event. As I gazed around, I saw one guy dressed as a mummy, surgical bandage wrapped around him from head to toe. One couple was dressed as dice. 

In the main living room, couples gyrated to music, and there was a boisterous game of bobbing for apples in the corner. Some of the others were sat around tables playing board games, such as Trivial Pursuit and Yahtzee. Kelly introduced me to some more guests. As usual, there was a fuss over my costume, yet somehow I was finding myself less self-conscious as the evening wore on. It was as though I was gaining a newfound self-confidence in myself. And why shouldn't I? Actually, I was starting to think I was looking pretty sexy myself! I smiled inwardly. Steve thought so too, but he was securely tied up in the barn. I would be safe from him for a while.

My best friend had noticed that I seemed to be thoughtful about something. "Lisa, dear," she smiled. "Penny for your thoughts. You seem pre-occupied this evening."

I smiled. "Oh, just thinking about someone." I looked around. "So what else is planned for the evening? Did you get a chance to set up the haunted tunnel, or whatever it was?" Kelly, in addition to adorning the house with Halloween decorations, had turned the basement into a makeshift, really scary place, with fog, mannequins made to look like monsters, and flashing lightning effects and sound. Her homestead had a huge unfinished basement, and she had set it up sort of like a maze, eventually leading to the cellar stairs leading outside.

She gestured towards the basement. "Come on," she said excitedly, "it's really cool. You'll be so scared!" We headed downstairs, down the dark, concrete cellar stairs. The first attraction was a ghost looming overhead, glowing from within. I had to admit, this was pretty neat! Gingerly, we proceeded forward in the darkness, rounding a bend we came face-to-face with the Grim Reaper. His scythe was raised menacingly, and orange eyes glowed ominously from behind the grinning Death's Head. Rounding another bend, we found ourselves in a dungeon scene. Against one wall, in chains, hung a skeleton, clad only in tattered clothing. The forgotten prisoner! With only the light from a candle, the scene looked pretty realistic and frightening!

"So what do you think, so far?" Kelly asked. "Pretty frightening, huh?"

"Yeah, it's really great. It must have taken ages to put this together! Where did you get that skeleton? It looks real?" I glanced nervously back at it.

"Oh that. You know Sam? Sherri's boyfriend? Well, he's second year pre-med and offered to let me use it for the party."

Just then, we saw Sam and Sherri up ahead. Sherri was dressed as a sexy, female cop. She had on a blue police shirt and tie, and a short, sexy tight black skirt. She had a belt with a nightstick and a pretend gun. Sam was dressed as a prisoner, complete with striped uniform with the slogan "Property of Alcatraz" emblazoned on the front. Also, he was wearing a pair of handcuffs. Sherri, in keeping with the theme of their costumes, had handcuffed Sam's hands in front of him. "Sherri, you remember Lisa, don't you? We went to school together."

"Hi, Lisa! Long time no see." Sherri smiled. Although we had gone to school together, we hadn't seen each other for a few years since I had started college. She was a pretty girl, with long, blond hair and a nice figure. Sherri had gone into nursing, and it was there that she had met Sam, now in his third year of med school. They had been dating for about a year now, and, glancing at those handcuffs, guessed that they were used not just for parties. "Lisa, this is Sam," Sherri continued, gesturing towards her boyfriend. 

Automatically, Sam started to extend his hand, and then realized he was cuffed. "Sherri insisted on making it as authentic as possible," he explained sheepishly. "I guess she doesn't want a catch like me getting away from her." He glanced over at Sherri. "You do have the keys for these, I hope."

"That's for me to know and you to find out," she laughed, tugging at a gold neck chain that disappeared into the cleavage of her costume. "You're right. I'm not letting you out of my sight. And those 'cuffs can stay on. If you want a quiet, prissy type," she added, winking at me, "you should be dating Lisa here."

My mouth dropped open, then I broke into a broad grin. "Hey, that's not true. I'm not the square, shy type everyone thinks," I retorted, thinking back to my almost forgotten prisoner. "Isn't that right, Kelly?"

"I don't know, Lisa. I mean, could you lock up your guy like this? You'd wind up like earlier this evening, tied up yourself." Kelly looked puzzled for a moment in the darkness. "By the way, Lisa, where is Steve? I was sure he was with you when you walked out of here earlier. You're not telling me something."

I glanced around furtively. Sherri had taken Sam by the arm and led him over to another group of partygoers, so we were alone. Taking the hint, Kelly leaned in closer to me to listen. "Okay," I confessed quietly, "it's true we left together. You know how earlier he cornered me and was bothering earlier this evening? Well, I got even!"

I proceeded to tell Kelly our walk outside and over to the barn, about going inside. I told her about Steve's overbearing behavior and how I thought he needed to be taught a lesson. I then told her about the bet, and how I had him tightly hog-tied. When I was finished, Kelly just stood there wish a look of amused, slack-jawed wonderment. 

"So is he still out there? It's been over three hours now. Do you think he managed to get free?" 

The truth is, I hadn't thought about that, but I was pretty sure that he would still be there. As I recounted earlier in the story, I have a Master's degree in Bondage 101 from Babysitter University. When I tied him up, I made sure his bonds were inescapable. However, I also made sure he would be comfortable, as I didn't wish him any harm. Just a lesson in humility! 

Kelly and I proceeded through the maze. We came to another exhibit, this one a mummy emerging from a crypt. A group of girls were stood around. I recognized Rhonda, the she-devil, Amy, the bride, and Amanda as a sexy witch. One girl was not wearing a costume. Correction: a group of girls and Ryan, who, as you recall from the first part of my story, had cross-dressed for this occasion. I don't know what it is, but they just seemed be crazy about Ryan in a dress. It was amazing how the girls just loved him in it! And, I had to admit, he did look pretty cute! They were stood around him, admiring the dress, impressed with his courage at coming to a party dressed like this. One was asking where he had gotten such a gorgeous dress, perhaps wanting one like it for herself. Ryan's dress was sheer, wine red, and gathered at the waist. It was tight, the hem coming just below his knees, with a back dart to make walking a bit easier. He wore a pair of white pumps with perhaps 2-2 ½ inch heels, and sheer Lycra nylons. He looked so fabulous as a girl that I guessed he must have had a female friend help him with the costume and makeup.

"Hi girls," I said, as we approached them. "Hello, gorgeous," I giggled, addressing Ryan. "You know, you do look sexy in that fabulous dress!" We all broke out laughing as Ryan blushed under the mascara. We talked some more, and then he excused himself, walking away quite elegantly, the hem of his dress tightening against his knees, and heels clicking against the floor. 

"You know," Amy piped up, "I think there is a cross-dresser in every guy. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself this evening."

"So Lisa has this big surprise for us," Kelly exclaimed. As the other girls looked questioning at her, she motioned us forward in the haunted maze. We passed several more exhibits, one was a guillotine poised to be-head some poor devil. Another was the devil himself. We stepped through a door, and into the night air. A stone stairwell led up to ground level. We climbed the stairs, Amy being careful to lift up her bridal gown. The evening was pleasantly cool, but not chilly. The moon, now a somber shade of orange, peeked furtively from behind some wispy clouds. The crickets chirped loudly, and the gentle night breeze stirred the cornfield. We made our way through the gravestones that Kelly had set up for the party, and headed towards the barn. 
 

Upon reaching the barn, I undid the door and stepped through the threshold. Reaching around I found the light switch, turned on the light, and motioned the others to follow. One by one, the girls stepped over the threshold and followed me around the stable. 

"Well, well, well! What do we have here?" Kelly exclaimed, breaking into a broad grin at the sight of Steve. He was still in the secure hog-tie I had put him in earlier on. I looked closely at him. He seemed all right, to my relief. "Lisa, did you do this yourself?" Kelly marveled at the intricacy of the bondage he was in. 

"Yep," I replied. "All by my lonesome." I performed a theatrical curtsy for the benefit of the other girls. They were stood there in slack jawed amazement at Steve's predicament. All of them knew Steve. They knew him to be an overbearing sort who thought he was God's gift to women, and acted accordingly. And I think they were really enjoying seeing him bound and helpless.

"Could one of you please untie me? Please?" Steve looked around at each of the girls helplessly, finally resting his gaze on me. "Come on, Lisa. Please. You've had your fun. Please untie me now." He wriggled a bit against the ropes, but I think he was beyond hope of getting out of this by himself.

"Well, Steve, I told the other girls about you, and they couldn't wait to come and see you like this. I guess you're as popular with the girls as you think you are," I smiled smugly. If Steve wasn't before, he was completely humiliated now. "Now here's the deal. There's a chance you can get out of this, but you're going to have to behave yourself and co-operate with us."

Rhonda, Amy, Amanda, and Kelly were really starting to enjoy this now, and Steve - thinking there was a quick way out of his predicament - nodded his head enthusiastically. He wasn't going to get out of this so easily, though. 

"First of all," I continued, "you will not address any of us as 'toots', or 'babe', or 'sweetheart'. You will not speak until spoken to, and when you do, you will address us as 'Miss'. Understand?"

"Yeah," he replied sullenly.

"Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Lisa. I understand," Steve replied, respectfully and humbly. That was it. He was beaten. We all had him where we wanted him and we were going to take advantage of the situation to its fullest. We all stood around him, these five gorgeous girls in our sexy costumes. Each of us had suffered some indignity from Steve at one point, and now was the night of reckoning. As the party continued in the distance, there was another party here where one of its guests was not having such a good time. I think he learned a lesson that evening, one that he would never forget . . .
 
 

HALLOWEEN HOGTIE - THE FINAL CHAPTER

The evening outside was still cool, and a gentle breeze could be heard rustling the tall grasses in the nearby field. The moon was full that evening, and the crickets played a constant background symphony with their constant chirping. As you recall, dear readers, it was a perfect night for Halloween, and there could not have been a better place to celebrate it than at my girlfriend Kelly's homestead. Being an old home, situated the way it was out in the countryside, it was the perfect place to stage a Halloween party. The decorations were fabulous and spooky, and they were the equal of any scary movie or Hollywood party.

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 . . . .

Steve's ineffectual struggling shook me out of my reverie. In spite of his valiant struggling, the bands of rope were still holding him in their inescapable embrace. I could only imagine what he would do if he and I were alone and he managed to free himself. It was just as well that we had him completely at our mercy!

Coming soon . . . the conclusion!!

Did you tie up him? I like "babysitter ties up charge" stories, and would love to hear about that if you could post it.

Part II coming soon.

We were invited to a party by a girl named Barbara who was trying to link us up. Kerri had indicated an interest in me due to my athletic accomplishments which had been featured in our local paper. I had moticed Kerri and also showed an interest.

Kerri started to develop the habit of hand gagging me and each time kept her palm across my mouth longer and longer.

I went over to Barbara who was big into kinky stuff, told her what was going on and asked her if she had any bondage material. She had told me that she and her husband were big into bondage.

She led me down to her basement and showed me a storehouse of ropes, tape, handcuffs, harness and other bondage equipment that her and her husband had used. She also had more in her bedroom, but said that was off limits but said I could use her basement if I liked.

Back up stairs and outside to Kerri.

I said, "C'mon let's go for a walk" and we proceeded into the basement.

Barbara and Nel had a TV and a couch, refrirdgerator and all the comforts of a nice living room in their basment.

Kerri and I started to make out for awhile while watching tv. Then I asked; "What is this deal with your putting your hand over my mouth all the ime?"

She went on to say it a was a power trip and highly sensual. She liked to see man speechless.

"Ever try bondage?" I asked.

She said she had many times and that she was the dominant one.

I said; "How do you tie someone up?" 

She responded; "Lots of different ways!" 

I said "show me!" 

Then she had me turn around, grabbed my hands, crossed them over and said "I start like this"

Then she quickly put her hand over my mouth again and said, "You must be silent. Boy would I love to tie you up!"

I said "Okay, wait here."

I went to the area where Barbara had left her eqipment in a duffel bag. My plan was to be the dominant and give Kerri a dose of my brand of bondage.

Kerri curously wondered what was in the bag. I simply said; "You'll see." Then I said "turn around and put your hands behind your back." 

She did and I as I reached inside I pulled out a cord of rope. Kerri said, "No wait a minute. I see where you are going and I'm all for it. But only if I can tie you up first."

As I said it was summer time. Kerri had a white pair of shorts on, a tight blue top that showed all and I really wanted to see her all tied up so reluctantly agreed to go first.

Now it was my turn to turn around and put my hands behind my back. Kerri crossed my wrists over each other and starting tying, up and over and around.

"How does that feel?", Kerri asked assertvely. 

"Tight, real tight" I resppnded. 

'You're an athlete right? "Yes" I responded.

"Then you are probably pretty strog and in good shape so I better really secure you."

The she grabbed more rope and started tying around my upper arms and upper body finishing up around my shoulders.

"You wanted to know how I tie someone up, I'll show you she said boldly."

Kerri went across the room and grabbed more rope. "Hmm, I wondered. How did she know that was over there.?

She then put rope around my chest and waist.
The around my thighs and knees.

The she started to tie my feet together. Kerri then proceeded to go back up my calves, knees and thighs criss crossing finishing up around my hips and then knotting it off.

"I don't know about this. Pretty tight."

'remember what I said about silence? Kerri blanatly said putting her palm across my mouth for the umpteenth time. Then she reach into her handbag and pulled out a bandana. Folded it neatly into a small but thick roll and and after taking her hand away, put that over my mouth, quickly put her hand over the bandana and grabbed another bandana and using that as a cleave gag.

"Where's the big athlete now?" Kerri shouted. "Didn't you go to states last year? Let's see you get out of this."

I twisted and squirmed all to no avail. I looked over to Kerri and with my eyes tried to express to her that I surrender.

Her response? "I hate puppy dog sad eyes" and then proceeded to blindfold me as well.

Kerri then told me how she dreamed of meeting me but thought I wouldn't be interested since I was a successful athlete and somewhat of a town celebrity.

Obviously I couldn't speak and I had to listen to Kerri.

Then Kerri got a devilish idea. She took my shoes off and started ticklng my feet. Certaintly there was nothing I could do to stop her. 

"Wait here." Kerri said. like I had a choice.

Next I here the sound of several sets of feet coming down the basment steps.

"Look at the great athlete. Doesn't look so rough and tuff now does he?" Kerri lamented.

Next I felt my gag coming off and heard a voice. It was Barbara. "I love you for agreeing to this." And then Barbara planted a big kiss on m lips. (Nell, here husband was still upstairs. Obviously, I was on display for the females only.

One of the guys came to the top of the steps and said"What's going on down there?" Keep him quiet said Nancy and Barbara quickly covered my mouth with her palm.

"We'll be right up" said Barara. At this point I was regagged and left with Kerri as Barbara, Nancy and the other ladies went back upstairs.

"I got you right where I want you." Kerri blurted out "And I don't know if I want to let you loose!"

I sighed and although Kerri couldn't here it she certaintly sensed it.

I'm only joking of course. This is all part of the game.

Suddenly I felt turned on by the game. Being totally at the mercy of a very attractive lady. Of course I would have enjoyed being at her mercy without the bondage but the ropes and helplessness surprisingly felt good to me.

Kerri stroked my hair and slowly started to remove the ropes around my upper body first. Rubbing and tickling the areas where the ropes had been.

Then she went back down to my feet and started tickling them all over again. 

Then she removed my gag to make out with me.
I wasn't resisting this at all.

We heard a sound. It was Nell coming down for some beer. Kerri threw me down on the couch, threw a blanket over me so only my head was visible. She had alredy removed the blindfold.

"Barbara said we come come down here." Kerri yelled to Nell. "We'll join you guys later, okay?" Nell yelled back, "Sure have fun."

TO BE CONTINUED
 

Glad you're doing better. Now, I think I've figured it out. Some of us that never find anybody see somebody that has three, and figure thats why. LOL, just kidding of course. If I were you, I'd see if I could find a loophole in the polyigamy laws, and marry all three. Otherwise, you might consider sharing. Course, since the girls would have something to say about it, I guess that shoots that idea down in flames, but hey, I can wish.

Tallon Ord

One day when we had the house to ourselves I mentioned that I wondered what it would be like to get tied up by someone. Scott quickly replied that he would tie me up real good. We went to his bed room where he instructed me to lie on my front on his bed and place my arms behind my back. He tightly tied my wrists then proceeded to tie my ankles and knees with white cotton rope. He asked if it was tight enough and if i would like to be gagged. I said yes, to which he asked do you want to be gagged nice or gagged nasty. I said what ever way keeps my quiet. From a box in his closet he pulled out 2 ball gags. One was bigger than the other. He gently pushed the bigger one into my mouth and strapped it really tightly behind my neck. My jaw was stretched. He then got silver ducked tape and put at least 6 big strips over the ball.

I was left tied up and gagged for nearly an hour that first time. It was clear we both loved it.

We played tie 5 or 6 times gradually using more rope and tape each time, and he even invited a kinky friend to come round and see his bound cousin.

Was quite a turnon. 

Men usually don't like to admit being subs congrats on a great story and having your feet on the ground (when they are not being tickled)

Often times she would wear these leather boots and tight outfits that really turned me on. I just got into the Wonder Woman look at the time, and fantasized about tough chicks that were also beautiful. As soon as I heard clicking I would be such a dweeb by running to the window to sneek a peek at her. 

This went on for a year and whenever I got home from school I would actually look forward to watching her. 

One day in May when I was 16 it was a beautiful 70 degrees outside, sunny and still breazy at the same time. I heard her speaking in her yard with a kid named Bobby that lived up the block that she was babysitting. The kid was like 8 or 9. We had adjoining backyards and only our two houses could see the back yards of the other, so it was pretty private. 
Sue was wearing a pair of tight jeans that showed her body off perfectly. No boots this time unfortunately, she had on white sneakers, a black thick belt that crossed in front over this man's style collared shirt. It really showed her figure off well and made her boobs look a lot bigger than they really were. 

Bobby wanted Sue to play marbles with him, and kept whining to her. Sue wasn't in the mood and told him she had to finish a report for school. After the whining kept going on Sue turned to Bobby and said "If you don't stop annoying me I'm going to tie you up and gag you". My jaw dropped! I wished I was in Bobby's position because I would have said ok immediately. Bobby said " Can we play cops and robbers then?". "Sure, just go find some rope so we can play. I think there's some in that shed." Sue said pointing to the utility shed at the other end of the yard. Now I was getting into this big time. Bobby came back with an old clothes line, Sue said wait a minute and went into the house. She came out with a pair of scissors and then started cutting the rope into smaller pieces maybe 4-6 feet long each. 

Bobby excitedly said "I want to be the robber", and I could have cheered him. Sue told Bobby to put his hands behind him and said that if he gets free within 10 minutes, she'd buy him some ice cream. He said ok and she tied his hands with at least a 4 foot piece. Then she tied his feet together with another piece, then circled his body 4 or 5 times and tied it off. The kid couldn't move, and I was seriously thinking that everyone on the planet was having all of the fun except me!
Bobby was struggling for maybe 4 minutes before he gave up. He just sat there while Sue finished her report. 

Then my blinds on my window crashed down! I was frozen standing there with a red face and a huge bulge in my pants. 
Sue looked at me and I couldn't look her in the eye. You $%#& (rhymes with Rick), what are you spying on me?" She was very pissed off! I could barely speak english it seemed and she said "You have a woodie!...Yeah..I tell you what. You come out here now or I'll embarass you in front of the whole neighborhood. Bobby was laughing the whole time.

I was in shock and a little scared. Bobby asked her "what's the matter" and she replied nothing, just someone who's going to play with us. Instantly my fear went out the window and now I was more turned on than anything.

I made it outside, hopped over the fence and she said "So you still like watching me eh?". "What do you mean?" I stammered, still not looking her in the eye. "What you think I don't know?" she shot back. With her arms crossed she said "I'll make a deal with you, for spying on me you'll play with me and Bobby here, and one word of complaint and everyone will know what a nerd you are. Agreed?"

How could I say no..."ok!, what do I have to do?". Just do what I say, that's it. 

She took the three remaing pieces of rope and had me put my hands behind me crossed. She went around 4 or 5 times, then crossed it and went around another 3 times before knotting it off. I knew I was stuck, but I didn't get excited because Bobby was there. 

Sue tied my ankles together, then my circled my chest and arms tightly and I finally had enough nerve to look her right in the eye. I was envisioning a girl with a gleam or seductive look but instead I saw anger. She was really pissed at me, and I was all tied up and could barely move. 

"I'm going to help you to the floor" she said as she grabbed my upper arm and guided me to the floor on my stomach. "This'll teach you to spy on people" she said as she wrapped a piece of rope around my ankles in order to put me in a hog tie. "Please don't tell anyone about this" I begged. "I won't but if you cross me I will". 

When she was done I couldn't move at all. She started to untie Bobby and he said "no leave me like this". She told him that she had to bring him back to his house soon and untied him anyway. As she and Bobby walked to the door she said "I'll be right back".

After 5 minutes or so she came back with duct tape and a polaroid camera. "This is insurance" she said as she ripped a long piece of tape off. "I don't want to be left like this and gagged, it's dangerous" I said pleadingly. She knelt down planting her knee on my head, pinning it still. She took a few pics and then she put the tape over my mouth and made sure it was snug against my skin. Then took 2 more pics of me in the hogtie and went into the house. 

I was tied up, gagged and a real prisoner of a hot chick. I only wished that she liked me or wasn't so angry. 

I just lay there on my stomach, for what seemed like an hour or so. At first I got excited while she was gone, but I was feeling stiff and wanted to get free. I tried to move but knew there was no way out without her help. I struggled a little but it hurt too much to struggle.

She came back and threatenned me "If you ever come near me or bother me in any way, everyone will know what I did to you, understand?"

I shook my head yes, and she untied the rope connecting my feet to my wrists. She helped me up and sat me in a chair. 
Then she untied my wrists and left me to do the rest. 

So that's it, not as great as I had hoped or fantasized but I'd do it all again. I played this little scenario out with real girlfriends, of course with some action, but the original scene I'll never forget. Here's a link with just links to all sorts of bondage sites if anyone's interested. It has story sites as well and if you like bondage in any way, you'll love it. 

There are some writers from the past whose stories I really liked and would love to see more of. Memo and Busley.

Memo, I know you said you didn't want to post here, but your clean stories are something we could really use. I hope you aren't truly gone, and would be able to post another story here.

Busley, I sometimes see your messages asking people to talk to you on AIM, so I know you're still around. Do you have more stories to share? I personally would love to see more of them.

And finally, to Canuck...are you able to archive the February and March stories? I don't want them to be lost forever, as there were some very good ones in there.

Kevin, I liked your's very much! You say you have other stories not suitable for this place, post them at the College site instead!
 

‘Oooi! What gives?!’ I yelled as the carried me up the stairs into Rob’s room.

‘We want to get you back for April the 1st’ they said

They dropped me on the floor with a thud and I squirmed about for a second. They reached under the blanket and separated my feet by putting them in home made stocks made out of cardboard. I kicked and squirmed as they tried to put my feet into the cut out holes in the cardboard box. They finally slipped my feet into the stocks and secured them firmly with duct tape then they taped the box to the floor. They minimized my movement further by securing me to the floor with the excess duct tape
And they blindfolded me with a red bandana. 

‘Feeling comfortable baby?’ said Rob

‘Were going to make you suffer and think about what you did to all of us on April fools day!’ said Paul

‘Remember the itching powder you put down my shirt?’ said Jeff

‘Yeah’ I responded

‘Were going to put some on your feet and make you squirm!’ Said Rob as he applied some powder onto the bare soles of my feet.

‘We’ll be back in 3hours, were going mountain biking without you!’ They said laughing as they left.

I heard the door close. Then my feet begun to feel itchy……I couldn’t scratch them, I was bound and blindfolded on the floor. I began to writhe the itching was unbearable! But I couldn’t move I was in some serious trouble!.........

(TO BE CONTINUED)