Who cares if we like it, if one of us were to say no we would get yelled at by the rest of the board. As far as I see it,its your choice.

 evan after you were 'busted' you kept saying that pic on your site was you,which is/was a lie.BUT you kept saying it was you! How can we belive anything you say? I will give you credit for still posting,,but you need to be straight and tell the HONEST truth,are you a woman/girl/a guy preteeending to be a girl? Whatever you need to tell the TRUTH,for ppl to respect your postings.

I still don't see the problem with fiction writing on a person's own page. Since when does something not on this site warrant its discussion here? If indeed this is now the case, there are tons of things I see and read about that set my teeth on edge and are fully deserving of scathing criticism, but always figured this was not the place.

Unless the rules have changed.

Ok, bear in mind that this is a dream. and as you know, dreams often make no sense what so ever.

ok, so it started like in this wooden house in the woods. i was supposed to be protecting someone or something....and there was a big projector screen outside the wooden house for some reason?! lol. ok inside it was like an office, and i was with this girl i've never seen before...but in my dream i knew her. she was my height, around 18, with black hair in pigtails. i dont really remember what she was wearing it probably changed throughout the dream.

She somehow found like some rope and bandannas and all of a sudden we were in my room(yes, this is a dream haha)....she's like "what's this for?" and i didn't know what to say except "to make sure you dont go anywhere". i pretty much forced her to thefloor and began tying her up. she stopped struggling and was like "if you want to tie me up just go ahead for god's sake". i crossed her wrists behind her and tied them together...kinda sloppy. i then lifted up her ankle which had a cute pink flower tattoo on it (haha i dunno) and i tied her ankles together. i then tied a rope from her hands to her ankles and made her hogtie sooo strict that she yelped in pain. i then shut her up by stuffing a sock in her mouth and VERY tightly cleave gagging her with a red bandana. she mmmppphhhggg a lot and was moving around.

then i woke up

haha sorry

Immediately the kids start to scream and throw paper-balls at each other...

...when the teacher comes back all kids hurry to their seats and look like nothing has happened.

Only Cannuck has been away for quite sometime now.

This does not make the site dead, it's up to us as posters and readers to keep it going.

Regarding fake or not fake and the Nikki discussion. I think I speak for many of us long-term inhabitants of this place, there have been many stories posted that were truly unbelievable, there have been many that seemed very truthful in their narration and there have been houndreds that were intermediate.

To me, the importance in a story when reading it is that it gives me something, that it is fairly well written and hopefully has few spelling-errors. But first and foremost, I must sense the writer's affection for his own story and memories.

During my leave, I have had a five week vacation, many really bad stories and even worse comments have been posted.
But also some wonderful stories, my favourite was the hitch-hiking story, guess why?;)

So, as one who has been on this site since the start I say:

Read the archives and post good stories, quit bickering and keep a civil tone. Don't spend all your energy on picking on single individuals, even if you concider their postings fakes.

I quote:
"You can pretty much say what you want, but please post stories that are suitable for all audiences. Please do not post anything of a sexual or pornographic nature. 
Don’t be abusive to others, people can disagree without resorting to that sort of thing."

Come on now! 

Enough of this bickering I see all the time, and let's strt placing some good stories on this storyboard! It seems that all people are doing is putting each other down.

I, for one, have some further adventures to tell about from my babysitting days with Malcolm. I think that people will enjoy them. Suffice to say, I finally managed to get the little rascal fit to be tied . . . 

You all want stories, so I thought I'd post about My First Bondage Experience.

Bacround Information
At this time, I was around 10 or 11. You know how little kids are always running around, trying to be cool? Well, at my case, when an older kid befreinded me, It was a big deal for me.

There was a kid named Derrik who lived in the same neighborhood as me. The thing special about this kid, was that he was 15. Well, one day, I was playing around in my front yard, and he TALKED to me. He asked me "Can you come over to my house?" and I said 
"Yes! but I would have to ask my Mom first." 
I went in and asked my Mom and she said, "Sure, Fine, Whatever," she was listening to her music.

We went over to Derrik's house, and we played Video Games, and stuff like that. You must be thinking, 'God, what a loser, to be hangin out with a little kid' Well, he was a loser with only 1 freind other than me, and that kid was busy that one weekend.

Well, then, the next thursday after school, it was a three day weekend, he invited me over, only, jis freind Jason was back, and sicne the High Schoolers got out an hour earlier than us, they were bored. Now, these kids were nto bondage, and they decided to kidnap me.

So, I went to his house, and Rung the doorbell, then he yelled, "Come In" I walked in, "We're upstairs."

So, I walked upstairs, and went into his room, where, they attacked me with a socks, rope and duct tape. I was gagged and Bound.The first thing they did was try to tickle me, it didnt really work over the excess tape, so what they ended up doing was making me smell fat Jasons disgusting Sweaty, Dirty Gym Socks, It literally knocked me cold.

When I woke up, I was in a Laundry basket, with socks in it, and a sheet over it. I waited about an hour, before they came and untied me.

A few months later, Derrik moved away, and JAson got hooked on drugs, I never saw either of them again.

 If you want to talk or discuss bondage,check out my discussion board,you can post as a 'guest' you dont need to sign up or be a 'member',plus evan if you become a member,I dont think you have to use your real name.plus it is pretty cool the board for posting,you can be creative,diff style of letters,size,colors,add smilely faces.

I have triede many diff free boards,and so far I like the hyperboards best,next to the 'beseen' boards which no longer exsists.There are almost 50 members now,kinda cool,check it out if you want :) and anybody else to,it is mostly a discussion board,but there is an odd story or two :)

Your url was wrong. You should have "www.".

As for that story, I agree. Moreover, the danger of leaving someone with a sock stuffed in the mouth and duct tape wrapped around the head unmonitored is just plain dangerous and stupid. It takes a very short time for someone to choke and die on their own vomit if they have a gag reflex and the mouth is blocked. It is not a very pleasant way to die irregardless of the age. Jon should consider himself lucky that he didn't have that a problem. As for a long term hogtie - it works if your body is used to it and depends on how strict that hogtie was. But then again, I have read a lot worse in Bound and Gagged with kids. Cats may have nine lives but I think kids have even more - lol!

-I bet you couldn't get out if I tied you up like that!

From there you soon see if she is willing to try or not.

Another way is to offer her to tie you up and afterwards claim it's your turn.

One of the best movies with tie-up scenes I know is "Head Above Water" with Cameron Diaz, there you're not only getting three tie-up scenes, you've got one of the cutest DIDs as well!

There are several sites that have reviews of mainstream movies containing bondage-scenes, so called "vid-cap sites".
One is hosted by a former contributor to this site, Doug R. The url. is:

http://restrainedtastes.com/knotbusters/index.html

Good luck with your tie-ups!
 

However, being tied up with a gag is dangerous — especially if left alone. Anything that interferes with your airway in any way can be deadly if you're in a situation where you can't do anthing to help yourself.

There was a kid named Brock who lived by me. By now, I was really into bondage, so I went looking for it. Well, anyway, Brock was about, 14.

One day, I was at his house, when he went on the internet, and he IM someone he met on a chatroom. They talked about tie up games, when I made the comment that I had liked bondage, BRock peretnded like he didn't care.

Then I had to go home.

The next day, Brock asked if he wanted to make a contest, whoever coul get outta each others bonds first. Well, I tied him in rope, and he got out within ten minuets. Then he tied me with some rope, and left me in the living room. About 5 minuets later, he came back with some duct tape, and secured the ropes. Then he went away again. I was trying to get out of his hard knots. He came back.

This time, he went to his bedroom to get a pair of soccer socks, but, I wouldn't open my mouth, so he pinched my nose, so I opened it to breathe, and he stuffed one in it. Then he tied the other one around my eyes, andt taped the gag to secure it.

Then he picked me up, and started carrying me. He took me up to his room, and laughed the whole time. Then, he called his girlfreind, "Hey, I have him tied up, bring your little sister."

Then, he told me " My girlfreind, Samantha, is coming overr, and is bringing Veronica. DOn't worry, you are both tied up."

When they came over, he ungagged and un blindfolded me. Then, they untied us, and threw us into the locked closet, and told us to kiss. She startedcrying and I comforted her. Then, she kissed me.

It has been a few years, and we are still going out.

Hope you enjoyed it, Thanks Brock.

Tell me if you want me to post more.

 I may just stick with my hyper board discuss group,they are free,plus it has cooler ways to post,and so much easier to post pics.And I do like the set up of the board :)Ok back to the stories :)

What I do (or have someone do to me) is get either 2 large 13" x 13" washcloths or 1 13" x 13" and 2 smaller ones. Make sure they're damp because the water will clog the fibers blocking more sound. You can either stuff the one large washcloth or the 2 smaller ones depending on the size of the person's mouth. Then take the remaining one and tie it over their stuffed mouth with several socks or a bandage. The washcloth over their mouth will serve as a second defense just in case the 1 or 2 washcloths in the person's mouth isn't enough.

You could also use duct tape to put over the person's mouth and then wrap the washcloth over it, but I don't really recommend that because it's kinda dangerous.

Good luck!

My younger sister was a vicious wee girl, two years younger than myself, but possibly the one saving grace she had was the friends she brought around.She'd continually be accompanied by around five (usually) other girls.
Not sure why really. There was Theresa, who was a classic example of an only child. Cheryl,Perhaps the 'Pack Leader',who would organise and control the gatherings,play loud music (Boney M comes to mind, era being 1979-80)arrange other girly stuff I suppose. Two other unmemorable and unremarkable girls, the names of whom pass into folklore, and then there was Kathy.....
Reason they always gathered at our house was that, on saturdays, both my parents would work late at the same department store so my sister would be the only member of the Girly Gang to have a roughly empty house on saturdays.

The saturday routine was basically, girls turn up at about 08:30, 08:45 start doing girly things, 08:47, start arguing.

My sister and her friends were thirteen years old at the time. Kathy was two years older, at fifteen, about six months younger than myself. The reason she became part of the supposed gang was that her mother worked with my parents and lived around two miles short of the junction on the left that leads you to the middle of the less interesting part of nowhere. She had no local contacts apart from trees so she would be dropped off at our place on saturday mornings. She tried to hold her own in the group, but I suppose at this age, the gap in character was too large. In a short time, she found saturdays to be tiresome so the house became just a base for her to use to become part of the real world.

Now, a truly beautiful girl. UK readers may remember a TV Series called 'Just Good Friends'. Kathy grew to be a living image of Jan Francis, the female lead. Black, Silken hair from the roots, spilling over her shoulders, betraying a chestnut colour when the sun shone through its strands. Pale skin, blue eyes of a gentle brightness, more alluring than striking. Slender, of about 5"2-5"3, she was on the uphill slopes of becoming more interesting to a fifteen year old idiot than plastic model kits and Luke Skywalker.

We barely ever spoke, she was simply another wraith from the life of my nasty sister.
One problem was being older than the girly gang, she had different wants and expectations, being excluded from the groupings. On the day we will really start from, the screechfest started as usual from my sisters' room and lasted roughly an hour or so. Then they miraculously performed an exodus to leave me will an all too rare silence. Once they had left, within twenty minutes I became aware of a noise from the room of my sister. The dog was with me and the cat visible in the garden, someone had remained. Within forty minutes or so it became clear that the remaining individual had set about a house reconfiguration with the thumping noises emanating from behind the door so I decided to investigate whether our decorator needed a functional hammer.

Opening the door, Kathy was writhing on the floor, bound hand and foot with bandages, gagged with a school scarf. Quickly freeing her mouth she (1. first started breathing again.) and (2. Explained that today's girly gang rules stated that anyone not going along with the pack, simply wasn't going anywhere.) She took that to mean she'd be left in with just the TV for company. She slightly misinterpreted.

At that moment, second even, my older sister arrived in the bedroom with the unexpected presence of an unwelcome extra in 'Dallas'. With the scene in front of her, it was clear that I had mercilessly taken advantage of Kathy.

Stigma. 

I was now akin to a puppy sitting next to a pile of poo. 

Despite Kathy's confimations that I was innocent, the rest of the girly gang conspired against me at the enquiry, Cheryl was after all a green belt in Hong Tung Tiramisu or something, which meant she was incapable of innaccuracy and the developing story from the real criminals had a remarkably consistent accuracy thread. I was in trouble. Parents phone call trouble. Rubicon crossed, bridges burning to the rear. My older sister knowingly informed me 'Girls really don't like that sort of thing.' Hmmm....

Four weeks later, when it was deemed I could be trusted to buy a loaf of bread without mugging someone, the girly gang was on a holiday dispersion. Saturdays were quiet.

Ding - Dong!!! (Sound of an english doorbell of the early eighties)

Kathy.

Sunlight.

Silk hair tied back into a ponytail which seemed as a glossy black anaconda confidently secured to the nape of her neck. Pure white sweatshirt leading to a pair of new jeans and pink training shoes. 'Is your sister in, I need to collect some stuff?' Both my sisters were shopping in London, surely she knew this?
'No, she's out for the day...'

'Can I grab it anyway, I really do need it...'

'She knows, mind if I collect it?'

I lead her upstairs, and feeling the imposed guilt of the situation of the previous month, said,
'Sorry about last time'

'It's OK.' No eye contact.

'Look, I hope I didn't ...'

'No, really, it wasn't you, don't worry about it...'
A genuine smile this time.

Once I ascertained how she intended to get home (by Mother's car) I said.

'let me know when you want to phone your mum to leave, you know where my bedroom is.'

'Yes I do!!' With a certain enthusiasm.

I started breathing again after a hiatus of four weeks. I'd got away with what I hadn't done. She'd taken pity on me!

I expected her to be half an hour or so, but within a couple of minutes there was a tap at the door. 'I'm ready', she indicated.

I opened the door.

At this point I actually died and started my second life. Heart No. 1 stopped forever and heart Disaster recovery Pack stepped in.

The sunlight, passing through her silken, now chestnut hair, gleaming from the window behind and to the left of her,was shining on the Kathy under the sweatshirt and jeans.

Kathy was wearing a black lycra sleeveless catsuit. complemented by a bag in her hand, and white woollen ribbed socks pulled up her calves.

With heart No.2 now trying to escape from my chest via the same route the creature took from John Hurt in 'Alien'.
All I could say was 'oh...'

With a mischevious half-smile Kathy brushed past me and sat on my bed, tossing the bag behind 

'It wasn't you're fault, and you've been in trouble.'
Didn't need agreeing with really.

She said 'Can we talk about it?'

'Is there a problem?'

'Sort of.' She explained how first her parents were furious with what had happened and that of course I was to blame since at least four other 'reliable' people were telling the same story. The truth was, at least known to her and she continued. She hadn't slept for at least two days thinking of her predicamant. But finally identified why it was perpetually on her mind. She liked being tied up, she needed to try it again.

'I wasn't sure...' and explained how, with a bit of privacy
she'd learned how to self-tie herself, finally using a looped rope pushed out by her bound feet to draw in a slipknot round her wrists until she was immobilised.

'While we're alone, will you tie me up?'

The abbreviated life No. 2 concluded, life No. 3 took over.
I wasn't just impressed, I was quite proud of her.

I made a generous and magnanimous offer.

'OK'

Rather making the choices easy for me, she opened the bag and inverted it, from which tumbled several rolls of two inch black silk ribbon and some scarves.
'I'm going to show you how to do it properly, so it doesn't hurt. But don't gag me until I've told you what I want you to do, OK?

'Err, OK' (I was truly generous at this tender age)

She took one of the rolls and let it spill over her shimmering black legs to the floor.

'I'm going to show you how and why it works, cross your hands behind your back.'

Fair enough I thought.

She bound my hands quickly and was impressed to find she was quite right. I was going nowhere....
Before I could realise the implications of the situation I was now in, my hands were freed and she produced a school tie, which once again, she tied my wrists with.
She was right, the neckties bit, and hurt,while the ribbons were far more effective, but with the pressure over a larger area were far more comfortable.

'OK'

'OK' My heart thumping. Probably not the first fifteen year old boy to expire from cardiac failure. Certainly the happiest.

She told me to get ready while she collected her clothes from my sister's room and a couple of other items.

She placed a stool beside my bed and a long mirror from the hallway was propped against the wall six feet from the stool.

'I want to see how I look tied up' she explained. 
Quite superfluous. So did I.

She sat beside me on the bed and placed her calves on the stool, ankles hanging over the edge.

'Watch' She said, repeating the operation she had carried out on my wrists.
She wound some of a roll of ribbon round just one ankle, spreading the winds up and down slightly, covering four inches or so. Then wrapped another four feet around both ankles. She lay back.

'Now You.'

I repeated the operation then she sat up quickly.'Right, now wind some of it the other way, between my ankles'
I did so , pulling taught gently to bring her ankles together, with another twelve feet of ribbon snaking over the floor. She then told me to wind the remainder of the ribbon around the top of her calves, just below her lycra - clad knees, winding the last eighteen inches carefully between her legs, to tighten the wind, where she told me to push the loose end under the winds. She then demonstrated how she couldn't use the strength in her legs to lever at her bound ankles. Only her white sock clad toes wriggled.

Obviously, we weren't going for a run then.

I helped her to the stool where she faced the mirror. I wound a second, much longer length of ribbon round her waist, then up to her chest as she held her arms above her head. She then brought one arm down, whence I wound some turns round her upper arm, drawing it in securely alongside and to the rear of her ribcage, down came the other arm and once both arms were pinioned, several more turns went round her body and arms together.
Tying a simple knot into the wind about half- way between her shoulder blades she leaned forward so her arms were almost horizontal.
She Placed her wrists palm to palm and requested politely that I tie her hands behind her back. I wound three feet or so of the remaining black ribbon round one, then both wrists, quite gently.

'No, tighter!'

'Sorry, this OK'

'Yep, fine'.

Completing her hands with the same reverse wind she'd showed me, I tied the final length binding her wrists to 
the wind around her waist.
At this point I clearly disappeared. She fixated herself on her image in the mirror, swinging herself round the stool and peering at all angles.'OK' she said 'Help Me?'

Helping her back to the bed where she sat on the edge, she began momentarily stretching and testing the ribbons that secured her.
'This is really good', with a cheshire cat smile now, and asked me to correct some of the areas where there was a pinch of discomfort. Now, as you might imagine,by this time as a fifteen year old virgin the primal urges had started to outgrow my body, a painful and ego-shattering experience, but she'd explained to me earlier, 'that's why the catsuit.' No easy access y'see. (Surely this girl has heard of scissors?)
She explained what was to happen, then sat for a final time on the stool, ready to be silenced. She tipped her head back, and the pony tail fell down her spine, suddenly surprising my trembling hands with the cool sensation of her living hair. I was to be permitted a kiss. My first. Why on earth describe it? It was just like your first kiss, only from a bound, and soon to be gagged beautiful girl in a black catsuit.

A smile.

Eyes.

'That's all you're getting' she grinned. 

Silence reigned.
Now, I've never been too good with hints, sometimes something more direct is necessary, so the following conversation went on a little long.

'I'll scream' she said.

'I will scream'

'I'm Going to scream'

'I'm going to have to scream'

She shot me a furious look which said, 'What are you waiting for?'

Finally I cottoned on.

She opened her mouth wide and took a deep breath.
She had carefully prepared a piece of damp cloth, (moistened with apple juice, no less as I was told later)wrapped round some soft wadding which I placed in her mouth, then with a length of Ivory satin, I wrapped a wind between her teeth, which she then clenched tightly. I then wrapped three layers of satin wall over her mouth, knotting it under her raven black ponytail.

'OK?'

'Mmmmph' A nod.

I helped her sit up and once again she contemplated the mirror.

Cheeks above the pale gag reddening, eyes smiling with approval.

Momentarily our eyes met.

'Mmmmph-mmm'

Laying her back on the bed, I caressed her, stroking her face and neck, kissing all exposed skin available to me, and carrying out highly rewarding actions edited from this version, while the tied and gagged Kathy, occasionally let out the occasional whimper, squeal and soft sigh.
There was no panic, nor loss of control, an hour went by in the time normally occupied by the fall of a leaf.

Pleasure and contentment never once again achieved.

Perhaps the most truly moving part of the day was when she permitted me to untie her. Each roll had to be wound properly down, no cutting or easy quick solutions. A look askance of a trust maintained in the aspect of her eyes.

When she left to be picked up, we hugged for a long time and I kissed her lightly on the forehead, as a wordless farewell. 
 

Kathy would be bound and gagged by me several times in the following two years, always in dancewear, usually in the black catsuit, once in a Pink long-sleeved leotard and white tights, always to repeat the first time, but the re-enactments never returned the feeling of the first day.

Subsequent girlfriends have come and gone, (usually more gone), and have had their cause to struggle and 'mmmph!'(do you really want to know?!!!) but never like the first time.

Someone please sell me a time machine.....

Thankyou Diana Rigg and Kate Bush. You made the Cold War worth living through.

Most of all, Thankyou Kathy, all the hours you were my captive, you were always the one in charge.

Dave.
 

See Ya Soon

Singularly excellent writing.

We first met back in school when i was fourteen, he was sixteen, we started going out, like you do in school, but he seemed to have a thing about my school uniform, always asking me to wear it etc, and always so passionate at school, but out of school when wearing my own clothes he seemed a bit distant towards me, which was very annoying and hurtful. Anyway i soon got fed up and decided to pay this little perv a lesson. One weekend when my parents were out i rang him and asked if he wanted to come round. "sure" he said "put on your uniform for me" then he put the phone down, what a suprise he was going to get!
When he turned up i took him up to my room, shut and locked the door behind us and said "if you like my uniform that much you dont mind putting it on do you!?" i could see he was getting excited over this and as he put it on i got out my mums silk scarves and some rope i had hidden. When he was fully dressed in my uniform i made him sit cross legged in front of my bedroom mirror. I then crossed his arms behind his back and tightly tied them with a couple of silk scaves, then i tied his ankles so he was forced to stay cross legged, no escape!
I said to him "dont you feel embarresed?" he replied "no" so i promptly stuffed a scarf in his mouth and gagged him by running another round his face, this was getting exciting, and i was feeling good. I then got the rope and tied one end around his ankles, then forcd his head down as far as i could,and tied the other end around his neck. I got another silk scarf, tied it around the top of his head, then pulled his head back so he could look at his pathetic self in the mirror, fastened a rope to the back of his head and ran it down under his body to tie it at the ankle, thus leaving him in a pretty painful and degrading posture. Work done, i sat down to watch tv for an hour while i watched him get excited, over excited, then once the pleasure had gone he started to moan and struggle but that only made it worse!
He could have stayed like that for longer had my mum not come home, and i had to untie him. He was feeling pretty deected, and was drenched in sweat! 
Well on the way home he could not keep his hands off me, and from that day weve been very close and passionate ever since! 

Best wishes, have a good weekend.
Dave.

This was one of my first bondage experiences;

One day, I was REALLY REALLY bored. So, I went out for a walk. I went to the park, where my friend, Scott was. So, I told him, "Why dont u come over?" "Uhh," He said, "How about in an hour, I have some things to do today." "Ok," I said. So, I went home, and a bout an hour and a half later, he came to my house, we played some video Games, when he said, well, I gotta run, and see, Ashley." "WHAT?" I said, "You just saw her earlier!!!" "I know," He said, "But, I like to spend time with her." "What, are you going on a date?" I asked, "No," he said "I want to see if shes home, if not, I gotta write her an email. But, I've gotta use the bathroom first," he said.

I thought, The heck ur going to hang out with her.

He went in the bathroom and I was already ready, and set up. He was about to go out the door, when, I tackled him against the wall, I am a god tackler. He slid down the wall, and I tied him up. He started protesting, when I stuck a sock in his mouth, and taped it shut. I told him he was going to spend thime with me, BY FORCE!!!!!! I didn't really know what to do to him, after all, he is not ticklish, so I used him as a seat and fotrest. I kept him with me until night time. Then, II let him go.

Can someone tell me, what is a good thing to do to a person when tied up and gagged, and they r not ticklish.

Thanx

It was as others have said, one of the best for ages. I like your humorous little in-between-comments very much.

Please post again!

A while back when i was fifteen, my boyfriend seventeen, we had been going out with eachother for about a year, and as i said in my previous story, we had been getting very passionate towards each other, after our first bondage encounter.

Anyway we had started to sleep together, first at his house, then at mine ( my parents wanted to keep an eye on us ) and as you well know guys it wasent long before he started getting a bit 'heavy' being all touchy feely, and for a fifteen year old girl, it was a bit strong, hence a new bondage experience for the love of my life hatched in my brain.

Well, the next time he stayed over, we were getting ready for bed, when i said "how about a little night time bondage babes?" "Ok hun" he replied, "give it ya best shot!" So first, i made him strip down naked, and put on my spare satin pyjamas, nice and pink and femine. Then i got him to lay down on the bed, hands crossed on his somach. I then got out of my wardrobe three pillow caeses, two of them the kind you use on your settee, the third a normal bed pillow case. I got the first two pillow cases,and said, "put your feet in this", he duly did, and using electrical tape i'd pinched off my dad, i bound his feet together in the pillow case. Next i said "put your hands in here", he put his hands in the next pillow case, and i taped them up tightly together in side it. "your my prisoner now" i retorted, and before he could reply i taped his mouth firmly shut. Finally i got the last pillow case and put it over his head, putting tape carefully around his neck to seal it,but not to choke my now poor helpless boyfriend.

Job done, i said "now lie still and go to sleep and ill wake you in the morning" and with a giggle i went to sleep to the sounds of my uncomfortable boyfriend's helpless mmmmmmmphs and groens in silent protest.

The next morning i awoke early, to find my boyfriend still well tied, and sound asleep. I allowed myself to quietly giggle as i picked up one of my slippers, carefully roll him over on his stomach so as not to wake him, lift his silky pyjamas up to reaveal his buttocks, before giving him a prompt five thwacks on his arse with my slipper!

This caused him to wake up suddenly a give a loud muffled groan, to which i said, "get up honey its morning" with a loud giggle.

Now thats a nite hell never forget!!!!!

Right im off to unie my boyfriend, poor guy, nite all! 

Unfortunately, my routine was suddenly ruined by some soft banging on my back door. Confused, I walked back through my kitchen and opened the door. There stood my neighbor, Mrs. Franks, a woman I thoroughly disliked. While only around the age of 30, she acted like a bitter old widow, if bitter old widows were also sluts. Only, this morning she appeared different—She was clad only in a set of white cotton bra and panties, her arms tightly bound behind her back, and her knees and ankles tied, making it visibly difficult for her to maintain her balance. Her eyes looked tired, and her short dark hair was disheveled, made even more so by the red ball strapped into her mouth, which I now know as, oddly enough, a ball gag.

Immediately a devilish grin spread on my face.

Mrs. Franks and her husband had moved into the house next door when I was around 11, and I immediately disliked her. They were newlyweds at the time, yet she dressed as if she was still dating. She’d already had a child in a previous marriage, but she was still in good shape, and she liked to show it in bared-midriff halter tops and short skirts. Even now I’m slightly uncomfortable seeing my friends undo their bikini tops while sunbathing, so one can imagine how I felt seeing a far older woman (in my eyes) lounging in her yard in only a thong bikini. Worse than that, though, was her personality. As soon as she moved in, she assumed control of the neighborhood, acting as the Chairperson of the KGB for the ‘rowdy’ neighboring children, making her a target of hatred for all the kids and some parents, unfortunately excluding mine, who thought she was great. Oddly enough, her husband was especially friendly. Somewhat handsome and very quiet, his personality was a complete opposite of his wife’s, and he was one of the few adults that I truly respected.

My warm feelings toward Mr. Franks didn’t ease any of the tension between his wife and me, however. Our resentment caused her to act in surprisingly petty ways. After one heated debate when I was 12 over the right for my dog to relieve himself so often in my own back yard (it apparently lowered Mrs. Franks’s house property value), she decided on revenge. Taking advantage of some other children who accidentally hit a baseball into her flower bed, and subsequently trampled the flower bed in their effort to retrieve the ball, my neighbor immediately informed my parents that it was in fact me who destroyed the flowers. My parents, both active in our church and firm believers in discipline, promptly punished me with two day’s worth of grounding. When I later questioned Mrs. Franks about the validity of her claim, she later informed my parents with the even more absurd tale of my threatening her life over her getting me in trouble. Now I was grounded for a whole week. But this was only a warm-up for further incidences.

By far the worst encounter with Mrs. Franks happened when I was 15 when I was in charge of babysitting my three younger cousins while my parents spent the day with my aunt and uncle. Near the end of an exciting game of Cowboys’n Injuns , me being the sole cowgirl, I was captured during a shootout and was to be burned at the stake. The game had been well thought out with the intention of being realistic--the two younger girls and one boy wore headbands with feathers attached while carrying Nerf crossbows, while I put on a denim skirt, a faux-leather vest over my T-shirt, tied a red handkerchief around my neck, and packed a small dart gun. The stake, however, turned out to be a backless wooden bench in my back yard which I laid down on so I could be tied down with jump ropes, effectively ruining the authentic atmosphere of our frenetic gunplay. Two ropes held down my bare feet and legs, while three or four others pinned my arms to my side and held my chest down to the bench. I was also gagged with two or three strips of duct tape, which the Indians also didn’t have, but I didn’t object. Realizing that after all their work they had no way to simulate fire, my cousins soon grew bored with the game. One of them suggested watching some Disney movie, and in their excitement to get inside, they forgot about their poor condemned cowgirl.

I struggled to free myself of the jump ropes binding me to the bench, but after about fifteen minutes of futile twisting, tugging, and jerking, I realized that the ropes were holding me tight, as was the duct tape keeping my mouth shut. Luckily, the bench wasn’t overly uncomfortable, and it was a nice day out, so I figured I could sit tight and relax until one of the kids realized that not only was I not sitting with them, but they had also forgotten to untie me. Unfortunately, Mrs. Franks had noticed my predicament, and had made plans of her own.

Dressed surprisingly conservative in a tank top and jeans, she walked into my back yard and stood next to me, while I stared up at her silently, wondering what she wanted.

“This is awfully interesting, isn’t it?” she asked, feigning a pleasant smile. She bent down and began parting the jump ropes covering my stomach, and I thought foolishly that maybe she would untie me. Not until she lifted my shirt, exposing my bare midriff, did I realize what she had in mind. Her long fingernails attacked my belly, tickling quickly and decisively. Muffled laughter broke through my gag as I bucked hopelessly against the ropes holding me fast to the bench. She kept at it for another ten minutes, moving up, down, and all over my stomach and sides, while all I could do was shake my head while laughing silently, and wiggle my immobile hands and feet. It was this latter movement that attracted her attention to my bare, defenseless feet. She looked back at my face, and my suddenly widening eyes made her smile as her hands dove for my soles. She tickled them mercilessly for five minutes straight, soon learning that my feet were even more ticklish than my still-very ticklish stomach. Pleading laughter soon turned to desperate squeals through my gag, and finally the force of my yells tore free the tape from my lips. My loud laughter (as well as Mrs. Franks’s) finally alerted my cousins, who found the will to tear themselves from their movie and come release me. When they saw me and Mrs. Franks, my neighbor turned to them with a huge grin on her face, waved at them, and walked back to her house without saying a word. My cousins quickly untied me, and, exhausted, I went back inside with them to finish watching the movie. I managed to contain my anger, first about the tickling, and second over how it had taken my cousins half an hour to realize I was gone.

The initial act of me being bound to the bench and left there provided plenty of jokes within the family for years to come, still to this day, but my family was empathetic enough not to mention the subsequent incident with Mrs. Franks too often.

Remembering that incident, I couldn’t quite find the will to conceal my grin as I saw my neighbor standing before me, embarrassingly and helplessly trussed up and gagged in her underwear. How conveniently the tables have turned, I thought to myself. Mrs. Franks furtively glanced around, obviously self-conscious about being seen in her situation, and she hopped her way through the door without permission. Reluctantly, I unstrapped her gag, which had so far reduced her usual nagging to pleasant, muffled mmphing.

“Please, just untie me, Katie,” she asked immediately after stretching her sore jaw, “and I’ll get out of here as soon as possible.”

I hated being called Katie. It sounded so childish, which was very taboo at an age when, for some reason, feeling older was very important to me. I ignored it, however, transforming my suppressed grin into a forced pleasant smile. “Don’t be silly. You just got here. How did this happen?”

Mrs. Franks sighed, but realizing she was in no position to argue, she answered. “I… tied myself up. It was supposed to be a surprise for Marty, but the bastard never came home last night.”

So that explained why she was in her underwear. At the time I was still a virgin (Remember, I grew up in a conservative household, and I was raised to wait until marriage to have sex, which I did), but I could still recognize kinky behavior when I saw it. At the time, though, I was more amazed that someone could tie one’s self so thoroughly. As I went to close the door behind her, I examined her bindings, and noticed that two ropes held her arms in place, one just below her breasts, and another closer to her elbows. I figured maybe she had tied them around her with just enough slack to slip her arms through, but that still didn’t explain how she had managed to bind her wrists so tightly, palms facing each other, with another piece of rope. I now know that it is relatively simple, but I have neither the guts nor the knot-tying knowledge to try it on myself.

Now I feigned a concerned look. “Oh, well, don’t sell your husband short, I’m sure he has a good reason. Come on, you poor thing, let’s sit down and chat.” She tried to object, but I gently nudged her in the direction of my living room, which forced her to hop along for fear of falling over. She noticed I still casually carried her ball gag. She finally plopped down onto the couch, fidgeting with her bindings to find a comfortable sitting position with her arms in the way.

“I bet your thirsty,” I observed. “How would you like some orange juice?”

She accepted, and I held the glass up for her as she gulped down much of the juice I’d poured for myself earlier. “Thanks, Katie, but if you could just untie me…”

“Come on, Mrs. Franks, we hardly ever get to talk.”

“Are any of your parents home? Your brother?” She and my parents got along well enough that she probably trusted them to keep this incident quiet, had they answered the door instead of me. My parents are conservative, but still don’t care what married couples do with each other behind closed doors.

“Nope, I’m all alone,” I said with a smile. “So how long have you been tied up like this?”

She once again squirmed in her seat as she looked out the window, her shoulders apparently somewhat uncomfortable. She was still a little worried about being seen in her undies, tied like she was. Since when had she ever been so modest? She finally answered, “I tied myself around 9 o’clock, and I’ve been like this since then. Please, I’m really quite sore…”

This time, my raised eyebrows were sincere. A glance at the clock revealed that it was now almost 7 AM. I could imagine that being tied like that so tightly for ten hours would be incredibly uncomfortable. My compassion faded as soon as I remembered who I was speaking to. “My goodness,” I exclaimed. “You must have to piss like a racehorse!”

She paused a moment. “Yeah, I suppose, but if I was untied, I could go to the bathroom myself.”

“That wouldn’t be overly hospitable, would it? The rule in this household is, if you have to pee, don’t hold it. Go as soon as you can get to a toilet. Now, I’m never one for breaking the rules…”

I helped her to her feet, and slowly guided her to the bathroom. Of course, this had nothing to do with hospitality. One could imagine my discomfort with helping her to the toilet, averting my eyes as she did her business, and restoring the woman’s panties to their rightful place once she was finished. But, in the long run, it was better than dealing with soiled furniture that would have been inevitable had I carried out my newly formulated plans earlier.

“There, how do you feel now?” I asked as I led her back to the couch in the living room.

“Much better. Now, these ropes…”

“All in good time. Now you need to relax. You’ve had a long night.” I gracefully pushed her face first on the couch, and then lifted her legs on the couch so she could fully lie on it. “Comfy?”

“Katie, come on, my arms are killing me,” Mrs. Franks pleaded as she looked up desperately at my face.

I smiled. “Oh, you’ll live,” I encouraged as I pulled the sash off of my bathrobe. Slowly and meticulously, humming a song to myself, I wrapped the sash between her ankles, around the rope tying her feet together. I pulled her feet up to her behind, and then tied the other end of the sash to the rope binding her wrists, leaving her effectively hogtied.

“God dammit, Katie, stop being such a bitch!” she exclaimed as she realized that I had begun tying her, too shocked at the moment to physically resist too much. “Untie me now or mmmMMPH!” She had forgotten I still had her fancy red ball gag. That is, until I shoved it into her mouth, leaving me in relative silence as I tightly fastened the straps behind her head.

For a long time I had wanted revenge with Mrs. Franks, but I never would have imagined such an amazing opportunity. I cracked my knuckles in preparation, and Mrs. Franks, knowing what was coming, began thrashing and bucking as much as a hogtied woman could. This, of course, didn’t stop my fingers from invading her bare stomach, and as I began tickling her, a sudden outburst of laughter erupted from behind her gag. While certainly more secure than the duct tape that held my mouth shut a year earlier, her ball gag wasn’t as good at maintaining a person’s silence, and my ears were treated with the near-full force of her squeals and giggles, albeit somewhat distorted and muffled.

For fifteen minutes I worked all over her stomach, finding her torso’s most ticklish areas. Tickling the skin near her armpits caused loud giggles, forcing her to comically attempt to cover up the skin with her tightly bound arms. All the while her feet kicked within the one or two inches allowed by the slack my bathrobe sash gave them. I gazed at them. “My, look at those feet go,” I observed. “Are you feet ticklish, Mrs. Franks?”

The look she gave me was surely close to the wide-eyed look of dismay I gave her the year before, suggesting that they were, indeed, ticklish. To my pleasant surprise, as I began brushing my fingers against her feet’s helplessly exposed soles, I noted that her feet were perhaps more ticklish than even mine are. For the next fifteen minutes I attacked her feet, sometimes using one hand to tickle her soles while another her belly. By the end she was too exhausted to kick and buck wholeheartedly anymore, and all that came from her mouth were faint, pleading laughs and some spittle from the side of her mouth. I wondered what an uncomfortable device the ball gag must be, what with having a giant object in your mouth forcing your jaws open. I still wonder why they’re so popular with couples in the mood for more kinky activity.

Finally, I relented. I untied the sash hogtying her, letting her feet collapse to the couch cushions as she breathed heavily. She promptly rolled over onto her back, closing her eyes and resting her head against the arm rest. That’s when I realized I’d need some sort of insurance to keep this from coming back and haunting me later on. I quickly retrieved a camera from my bedroom, and as soon as Mrs. Franks saw what I held in my hand, her eyes widened again. I took a number of snapshots of her, still bound and gagged scandalously in her white cotton bra and panties. Given her previous self-consciousness, she surely wouldn’t want these pictures mysteriously resurfacing. I wasn’t too fond of the idea of blackmail, especially after what I had just put her through, but the taste of revenge was sweet enough to make it worth it. But now, there was a place for some compassion among fellow humans.

I helped her sit up, and then removed my bathrobe. I wrapped it around her shoulders, covering her semi-nakedness, and secured it around her waist with the sash. With minor difficulty, I managed to lift her over my shoulder, and held her steadily in place with both my arms. I quickly carried her out of my house, made my way swiftly across our yards, and walked into her house. Walking through her back door also led me into her kitchen, where one of the chairs by the table had been knocked over, probably in her attempt to make it to my house. I noticed her answering machine was blinking, and I set her down long enough to play the tape. It was from her husband, whose car’s battery had died while he was getting gas after a late-night business meeting. He and his (male) coworker were forced to push the car to a nearby motel and have the car towed in the morning, as no nearby towing service would pick him up that late. I looked to his wife, but she seemed unfazed by his explanation for not coming home.

From previous visits to her house, I knew her bedroom was up the stairs outside the kitchen. With a suppressed grin, I pictured Mrs. Franks trying to get down the stairs bound as she was. Not to say, however, that climbing stairs with the woman over my shoulders was in any way easy. Finally I made it, though, and I dropped her onto her bed, an “oof!” escaping her gag. 

After removing the bathrobe, I untied the two ropes around her chest, and about a minute later, her wrists were also untied. Mrs. Franks was excited about her newfound freedom, until she realized that the ropes that had been around her chest were now attached to each wrist. Still exhausted from hours of being bound, including a half hour of constant tickling, she didn’t have the strength to stop me as I secured each rope to a bed post at the head of her bed. After untying her knees and ankles, she soon found both feet also tied to a different bedpost at the foot of her bed. Though she was still tied, albeit in a spread-eagled position, at least she now had the chance to stretch her sore muscles. Quiet “mmphs” came from the woman’s mouth, but she didn’t seem incredibly displeased with this turn of events. Besides, I figured that after the long night both she and Mr. Franks had, they both deserved a little recreation to get the day off to a better foot. Forty-five minutes later I saw a tow truck carrying him and his car pull up to his house, and I saw neither he nor his wife for at least another hour. Given his increased friendliness toward me for the next few days, I figured they did indeed have a decent time.

For the next year that Mrs. Franks lived next door, she did little more to me than flash angry glances. Either she’d turned a new leaf with me, or my ‘insurance’ photos really had paid off. Eventually they divorced, she married some other man, and I got to keep Mr. Franks as the friendly Mr. Rogers-esque next door neighbor for at least another year before I went off to college.

Now I too am married, and my husband and I both enjoy mild bondage fun, though not to the extent that Mrs. Franks took it, who admittedly aroused my interest in that type of sexual gameplay. I’m generally content with my wrists tied behind me, sometimes my ankles, and sometimes even being spread-eagled strikes my fancy. This account satisfied my husband, who was wondering about my occasional reluctance to try anything more stringent, sometimes even simple cleave gags. After what Mrs. Franks had been through, I frankly don’t want to risk it.

Okay, okay, so it doesn't just happen by itself. You do need some openminded, funloving friends, and you need to drop some hints every now and then. When you're still 9 or 10, you can get away with suggesting a game of "cops and robbers" or whatever the current excuse for getting tied up might be. But when you're 14, like me, it takes more subtle suggestions before someone's penny drops and they break out the ropes and gags.

I was lucky enough to have a couple of friends who were easily recruited as "kidnappers" who would do their very best to tie and gag me "just like on tv". Many a boring, rainy afternoon was passed with me being tied to a chair by two or three pals at once. To make sure that the prospect of having me securely bound and gagged would be appealing to them, I tried to be as big a nuiscance as possible (without actually pissing people off). This worked rather well for a while. My big mouth became my trademark, and I discovered I was pretty good at getting under people's skins. It became such a reflex, in fact, that I didn't even take notice of who I was needling, and I usually forgot my own comments as soon as they left my big mouth.

My best friend, Marcus, had warned me about my more sarcastic comments. "Need to watch the mouth, Tim", he'd remind me on a daily basis. "Make me", I'd reply, secretly hoping he would. Marcus had been on the receiving end of my "wit" more than once, and had become something of an expert at tying me up. After a lot of practice, he'd even develloped a gag that fitted me perfectly, and would allow nothing but a few faint "mmmph"s to be heard. He would have his two younger brothers finish the basic tie-up (hands tied behind the back, ankles and knees tied), and then he'd push two rolled up white socks in my mouth and secure them with a long blue bandana. The bandana was tied and knotted real tight, so I never managed to push it out with my tongue. 

Allthough I did get on his nerves a lot, Marcus did seem to take pride in being the only one who could keep me tied and shut up for as long as he pleased. And I enjoyed the fact that he got his younger brothers involved in restraining me. But it was a difficult balancing act. I had to give Marcus enough reasons to tie me up, and stay on his good side at the same time.

I knew that someday I would go too far, and part of me was curious to see what would happen.. 
 
 
 

Danny came up with the suggestion that the loser of the next game should have to do a forefit. I asked what he had in mind, but he wouldn't tell me, but I agreed anyway. Of course Danny won the next game; he paused for a short while and then said what he'd like me to do.

"I'd like to tie you up" was all he said. This seemed a bit strange, but it was too hot to argue so I agreed. Danny had me move on to his bed, and lie on it face up. 

"OK, put your hands up behind you" he said. He then got something out from underneath his bed, which I realised was bits of rope. He tied each wrist to the railings in his bedboard, and them proceeded to tie each ankle in a similar way to the end of the bed, spreadeagling me.

"OK Danny, that's enough" I said, slightly frigentened but also enjoying it as well. 

"Be quiet" was his response "or I'll make you be quiet!"

"How you going to do that?" I shouldn't have asked! He reached under his bed again and got a rol of duct tape, tore some off and put it over my mouth! I now was spreadeagled on his bed with duct tape over my mouth so I couldn't talk! 

"One last finishing touch" said Danny and again reached under his bed! I couldn't believe what he brought out - a diver's nose clip! I began to protest, but couldn't do a lot - those binds were very tight! 

"OK, take a few deep breath's" he instructed me, and I has no option but to obey, a real mixture of fear and excitement in me. "OK, one last big breath" and with that he put the nose clip on my nose, so I couldn't breathe. He stood back, watching me as I lay there, squirming against the restraints. After what must have been at least a minute I began arching my back as much as I could, really struggling, hoping that he'd release me. But Danny didn't, he just stood there, watching me, and I noticed he was enjoying it judging by his shorts! 

Another minute passed, and I was really panicing now, desperately needed to breathe, frantically pulling at the ropes but nothing gave. Eventually Danny removed the nose clip and let me breathe again, and we played games like this for the rest of the school holidays! 

If you want the rest just say so, I'll start writing it up now.

There were many times during my teen years that my brother wanted to be tied up. Sometimes, I think he spent more time tied up than being with his friends......lol. I remember one weekend, when out parents went to Las Vegas for a long weekend. My sister (who was about 17 or 18, at the time) and me (I think I was 16) were left in charge for the few days that they were away. 

On Friday, after school, my 13 year old brother came home and asked me if I would tie him up. I wasn’t doing anything that afternoon, so I agreed. He went and got the rope, but I wanted to try something different, so I followed him into his bedroom. He had a large bedroom because he didn’t have to share it with anyone, so there was lots of space. I looked around to see what I could tie him to and I noticed that his bed was opposite his dresser, about seven feet apart. I told him to cut off 4 lengths of the rope and he asked why. I told him that he’d soon find out. So, when he came back with the 4 pieces, I told him to lie on the floor with his legs spread to the legs of the dresser. It took about 5 minutes to tie his feet to the dresser’s legs, and there was no way that he was going to be able to move his feet. Just as I told him to lay flat and stretch his arms up over his head, the phone rang. As I stood to go answer the phone, I told him “No Cheating!!!”. It was my friend, Anna, on the phone. I don’t remember why she called, but I remember that I told her that I was tying my brother up. I hadn’t told her, or any other of my friends, about these tie up games before, and I don’t know why I did at the time. But I do remember that she he laughed and asked me if it’d be alright for her to come over. I said that she could. 

After we hung up, I went back in to my brothers bedroom. He was still laying flat on the floor and I asked him if he loosened any of the knots holding his feet. He said he didn’t, so I bent down and started tying one of his wrists. Once I had the end of the rope tied securely around his wrist, I pulled the rope around the leg of the bed. Pulling it tightly, I told him to stretch as much as he could. He wiggled his body a little bit to fully stretch out and I tied off the rope to the bed leg. I stepped over him and started tying his other wrist just as securely. I then pulled the rope around the other bed leg and made sure that he was spread out tight before tying off the other end of the rope to the leg of the bed. When his hands were completely tied off, I double checked his feet to make sure that he really didn’t try to loosen the knots on the rope holding his feet while I was on the phone. The knots seemed just as secure as when I tied them. I stood up to see him completely spread eagled, and I have to admit, that a feeling of complete power came over me. I knew that it would be very difficult, if not impossible, for him to escape. I asked him if he was comfortable and he said that he was. And then I asked if he liked the way that I tied him this time. He asked me where I got the idea to tie him down like this and I said that I saw it in a movie before and this seemed like a fun way to tie him. I then said that I didn’t think he’d be going anywhere for a while, with a wicked smile. 

I watched him pull and tug on the ropes for about 10 minutes, but it did him no good. He was stretched out too tight and could barely even move. All he could do was to lay there on the floor and stare up at the ceiling. It was funny watching him try to reach the knots with his fingers, but they were out of his reach. He was completely helpless. When the doorbell rang, he seemed to freeze and look up at me, apparently surprised. I told him that it was my friend Anna. I went to answer the door, and let Anna in. We talked for a few minutes before she finally asked me about my brother being tied. I lead her into the bedroom, where my brother was, and when she saw him spread out on the floor, she couldn’t believe her eyes. I still remember her reaction of a surprised smile and her saying “Oh my GOD”!!! I laughed as she walked over to where my brother was spread out, and she said this was so funny!!! I got on the other side of him and we were both standing on either side of his chest. Anna leaned over and asked my brother a couple of questions - things like making sure he was OK with being tied up, as I recall.

We watched, giggled, and teased my brother for awhile as he struggled at our feet. It soon became obvious that he wasn’t going to escape, and I was not about to ask him if he wanted to be released. This was one of the first times that I had him tied up where he couldn’t escape, and I was loving it. I would never have done anything to hurt him, but I did want to take advantage of my conquest too. My brother had been tied up for almost an hour, and since he wasn’t complaining, Anna and me went into the other room to watch some TV. While we were watching TV, Anna wanted to know more about these tie up games with my brother. She seemed genially curious and intrigued. She wouldn’t come out and say it, but I think she also enjoyed the feeling of having someone under her control. After about 20 minutes, we wanted to check and see how he was doing in his escape. As we walked into the room, he was still just as tightly stretched out on the floor and unable to move as when we left him. I could tell by the expression on his face that he knew he wasn’t going to escape, but I wasn’t about to ask him if he wanted us to untie him either. Anna and me watched and said a few teasing words to him as we stood over him. I even lifted my foot and pressed it down on his chest, like a conquering champion. My brother didn‘t like that, and that‘s where he made a very big mistake. He said something about torturing him and I told him I would obviously never do that. But Anna said that tickling him might be fun. 

We both looked at each other with devilish smiles. Then, we both looked down at my brother and he suddenly knew what was going to happen. He looked up at us with a phony grin, trying to bluff us, and said that he could take as much tickling as we could give him. Both Anna and me got down on our knees and we started digging our fingers into his sides and ribs. My brother burst out in laughter and was squirming and twisting in a pointless attempt to escape our fingers. I rolled his shirt up to expose his stomach and started dragging my fingers down his chest and stomach. Anna then stuck her finger into his navel. That made him squeal in laughter and gave him a visible reaction in his pants. Anna noticed it first and she got embarrassed and then she pointed it out to me. We both nervously giggled, and I don’t even think my brother was aware of his “excitement”. I wasn’t thrilled about the idea of seeing my brother with an erection, but it was funny. We had been tickling him for about 10 minutes and considering what just happened, that was enough. We got back up on out feet and I asked my brother in a mocking way, “do you still think being tickled is fun”? He was still breathing kind of heavy, and he said, “is that all”? I just smiled and said that was enough for now and that maybe we‘d tickle him some other time. 

Anna looked down at his erection again and asked him if he wanted us to untie him. I wish she hadn’t , however. I still enjoyed the power I had over him being spread eagled at my feet. Even though he was probably uncomfortable being turned on and not able do anything about it, I still enjoyed the triumph of him not being able to escape. I was surprised when my brother looked up at us and said he still wanted to try to escape. I had a smirk on my face and said “OK” and stepped over him to leave the room. Anna stayed there a second and told my brother that she would like to see how he escapes, but she didn’t think he was going to be able to. She bent down and pulled his shirt back down and patted him on his stomach. I think she also took a quick peek to see if he was still turned-on. He was, actually……..lol. She stood up again and then told him that if she came back another time, maybe he could show her how he can escape. We both left the room, and Anna soon had to leave to go home. But before she left, she told me that she thought it was fun to see my brother tied up. 

It was a little after 6:PM and maybe 15 minutes before I went back into my brothers room. I was hoping that would be enough time for him to “relax”. As I walked in, I had to look and his erection had subsided. He was still fully stretched out on the floor and was just laying there, looking up at me towering over him. He started asking me about Anna. Even though he has known her for a couple years as my friend, I think he suddenly got a crush on her. We talked for a few minutes, and then I left the room again to start fixing dinner. By now it was a battle of wills on which one of us was going to ask for him to be untied. It was now almost 7:00 PM and my sister had just gotten home. I told her that little brother wanted to be tied up, and she wasn’t too surprised about it. She asked me where he was and she went into his bedroom to see him. After a few minutes, I also went into the bedroom. She was standing over him, with her hands on her hips, with a amazed smile. She couldn‘t believe that he‘d been tied up for over 3 hours, not to mention tying him spread eagled on the floor. She said that we should always tie him up this way, jokingly. I said that dinner was almost ready, and looked down at him and said if he wanted to eat, he’d better escape real soon. That’s when he first admitted defeat. He said still thought he would be able to get loose, but that he was getting tired. My sister told him that if he hasn’t been able to by now, she didn’t think he’d ever be able to. I agreed. He finally gave in and asked us to untie him. My sister and me freed his wrists, and then I went back to the kitchen to finish getting dinner ready, letting him untie his feet and legs.

My brother was tied up 3 more times that weekend. It was like he wanted to take full advantage of our parents being away. 

Part Three soon.

I apologize for my first writing, but I was in a hurry.

One night, I was having a couple of freinds sleep over, there names were Chris and Danny. We were all really bored of tieing each other up. So, we decided to do something new. My older freind, Scott, was at his house, next door. It was about Midnight, so, he was still up.

I called him, and told him to meet me at the space between our houses, and to bring spare clothes and such, because he was spending the night with me. Then, I told Danny and Chris, to hide in the bushes next to my house, with the supplies. I told them, the codephrase had to be random. It was "Boy, my Socks sure are fitting."

I went down to the side of the house, and he came a couple minuets later, he said.

"Hey Brock. Thank God you called, I was bored."
"Hey, No sweat,"
"So, did you have anything planned tonight?"
"Oh, yeah. Boy, My socks sure are fitting."
He said "Huh? What does that me....."

Chris tackled him and pinned him down. Whle I fixed up "The Perfect Gag", and Danny tied him up. "The Perfect Gag" is a pair of rolled up, thick, big, qnd tall sport socks stuffed in the victims mouth. then, secured by a longer one. Then, after u have the socks securing the gag, utape it up, with several peices of Duct Tape. They can't speak barely at all.

Danny had him tied up like so... He tied his wrists together with rope, and his ankles together with rope. Then, I took Danny took his wrists, Chris took his ankles, and we marched on up to my house.

Part 2: The cats in the bag.

We took him inide, and set him on a chair at first. Then, we ook his wrists, and put them behinfd the back of the chair. Then, we tied his waist to the back of the chair,m and his ankles to the legs.

We had a succesful Kidnapping!!!!

"Ha ha, we Kidnapped you," I said
"Yeah, we DID IT!!!" said Danny,
Chris Said, "But, what do we do with him now?"

We all thought about it, after all, Scott isn't very ticklish. So, we all decided... We couldn't do anything!

We untied him from the chair, and put him in the midddle of a sleeping bag. Then, we zipped it all up, so there was no way out.

The next morning, I decided after Chris and Danny left, that he would be whatever I wanted that day. When I played video Games, the first thing I did, was take off my shoes, and have his head be my personal footrest. It was very uncomfortable for him because, I kept rolling my socks up, and rolling them down. Then, I decided to let my feet have some air, so, I used his head as my socks rest. I beat a level, when I became bored. I decided to go out. 

Part 3: When we went outside.

I put my socks back on, and then my shoes. Then I took a peice of bungee cord, and tied it so, our ankles were together. Which, was also uncomfortable for him, because he felt the warmth of my socks against his skin. You see, Scott has a sort of fetish of socks. Yet, he is always nervous around them.

I told him to act natural, because Chris and Danny were joining up with us, and they'd have the bag.

Well, I gotta Go. To Be continued.

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It started today when I found out a girl my friend, Randy knew, wanted to go out with me. She and I made plans to meet at her house after she returned from church with her family. Her name was Karen.
However, I had a few hours to wait, so I traveled to the park, which is very near to where she lives. I am a very detirmined (although not very successful) skateboarder, and I practice at on the half pipe there often. 
After about an hour of practice, I noticed that Randy had walked to the park as well, and we met, and decided to wait and walk to Karen's together.
After more skateboarding attepts, we noticed that they would be home in nearly an hour, so we walked to her house, which took no more than 12 minutes. 
Having nothing else to do, we practiced skateboarding together in the street, until she arrived. After about 25 mintues, they returned, and we ran towards her house.
After Randy, Karen, and I returned to the park, Randy called his girlfriend and asked her mom if she could bring her, while I nervously asked Karen out. Apparetnly, luck was on our side, as both answers to the questions were yes :)
It was almost 9:00 P.M. when Randy's girlfriend arrived
with her mom in their van. This single event triggered most of the events at the park. After Helen, Ryan's girlfriend, stepped out, I noticed a roll of duct tape on the floor.
With the duct tape in hand, I motioned for Randy to prepare and duct tape her. Somehow, she must have known, because she ran as soon as Randy and I tried to grab her. We gave chase, and I finally caught her. We tried to tape her, but she put up too much of a fight, so the topic was dropped for a few minutes, however, Randy continued to hold the tape almost absent-mindedly.
After really noticing that, I asked Karen if she would wish to try. She said she would, so we walked over to where Randy and Helen stood, and I told them that we had a volunteer.
Randy, Helen, and I stood in a circle around her, working almost like machines in a car factory. Randy dispensed the tape, Helen held Karen still, and I applied the tape (for the most part). 
As soon as we were in position, Randy ripped a piece of tape off, and applied it to her mouth, so she couldnt speak. After that, I took the tape from him, and wrapped it once around her wrists, in front of her. After that, I noticed a problem. Her arms were too far apart away from the wrists. After Helen noticed my efforts to push her arms together, she held them as I continued wrapping, until I reached halfway up to her elbows.
We decided not to tape her feet, so she could walk to the shelter building with us. However, as she and I walked towards it, Randy and and Helen found that they had to leave, so they were gone by the time we reached the building and sat down together, my arm around her waist.
She said something under her tape gag, and after some humorous attempts to speak, she reached up, with some difficulty because of the tape, and gently pulled it off.
She then smiled, and said, "With this on, how are you supposed to kiss me?"
I grinned, and slowly kissed her, saying, "You're right, how thoughtless of me."
After that, she said her arms were starting to go numb, so I carefully unwrapped them, and she gratefully gave me a hug, now that her arms were free. 
After all this occured, it was about 9:30, so I started to walk her home, and afterwards, I skateboarded the rest of the way to my home.

Well, that's it, wish me luck with my new girlfriend, I will treat her as good as I can, while hopefully being able to have more exciting experiences with her, especially ones involving duct tape :P
 

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In order to become a member of the local DeMolay, I had to undergo an initiation. Two members came to our house one Friday evening and got me and took me to the Lodge Hall. There, in an ante room I waited with four other new members. Finally two guards came in. They were dressed only in masks and little black thongs and they carried swords. They told us to strip and put our clothes in boxes they provided. When all five of us were naked, the guards returned with rope and bound our hands behind our back. Then they wrapped more rope around our upper bodies and tied our ankles. Then they stuffed rags in our mouths and tied them there with wraps of cloth.

Once all five of us were tied and gagged, the guards helped us hop into the lodge hall where we sat on a bench. We waited for a while with half a dozen guards watching us. Then in marched the Inquisitors dressed in dramatic robes and hats. About ten of them sat at a table, and one of them called for the prisoners. 

We turned and watched as the door opened. In came four guards holding a pole. There was a figure tied to the pole, his arms wrapped around a pole that was behind his back, perpendicular to the main pole. His wrists were tied in front. His legs were tied, he was bound to the vertical pole and his feet, bound, were placed on another perpendicular rod. The prisoner, who turned out to the Jacques DeMolay, also had a rod in his mouth. The rod was wrapped with cloth, and tied in place with rope. The guards brought in DeMolay and stood holding the pole to which he was tied. Then more guards brought in a second figure similarly tied and gagged. That was Guy of Auvergne.

On went the trial with charges and discussion. The guards removed the gag from DeMolay so that he could answer, and he denied all the charges and protested. We all sat and watched, and after lots of haggling and charging, the Inquisitors demanded that DeMolay be regagged and taken out for punishment. Then the guards removed the gag from Guy of Auvergne, and there was more discussion with Guy protesting and demanding his innocence. 

After a bit more of this, the Inquisitors said that was enough. They regagged Guy of Auvergne and carried him out. The Inquisitors said that we should all spend the night thinking about what we had seen, and then they left. The guards had the five of us stand, and took us out of the lodge hall. They untied our legs, and took us into the basement where there was a room with pads on the floor. First they took us one at a time to a nearby bathroom, then into the room with the pads where we were hog-tied , each on his own pad. The gags were removed after we were told that if we said anything they would be put back. One new member started to protest, so they regagged him, but not the rest of us. With the guards watching all night, the five of us lay on the floor hog tied. In another room we frequently heard screams and cries as if someone was being tortured. 

It was a long night and I felt sorry for the guy who spent it gagged. The guards took turns coming and going. In the morning they released our hog-ties and took us to the bathroom again. Then they gagged all of us and took us to the lodge hall where they sat us on the bench. The Inquisitors returned, and then they brought in DeMolay and Guy of Auvergne, not on their poles any more, but hog tied and made up to look as if they had been beaten and tortured - lots of red to indicate blood and marks to show the lash. 

There was more talking, and DeMolay and Guy of Auvergne protested their loyalty to their organization, their brothers, and each other. They were then taken out, supposedly to be executed. We were told that we were now brothers, and that loyalty was the most important thing in our lives. After they, they untied us, and we got our clothes back.

I liked the organization. I played a guard the next year. After that I graduated to the role of Guy of Auvergne which I played twice yearly until I left the organization. As a prank the last time I did it, my fellows left me bound and gagged all night. It was the second time in my life that I spent an entire night tied up.

After I went to college, I settled in another city. That was many years ago and I wonder if the lodge in my old home town still does their initiation the same way?

I was almost near the end of my school years, in fact all i had left to do was my GCSE exams, and as a good little girl should i was studying hard for them. My boyfriend didnt seem to realise this as he kept coming round my house and annoying me by putting me off and saying things like "you dont need to study for exams theyre easy" etc etc.

Anyway one day he was getting right on my nerves, talking to me and strokeing my hair, hugging me and basically making me lose concentration on my revising. Eventually he asked "hey can i put on your school uniform again?" ( by now i knew he had a uniform fetish, and we had an understandng about this ) " its in the cupboard" i sighed. "can i use your underwear too?" he asked, more excitedly than the first question. "yes go on, as long as you keep quiet". So he then made loads of noise banging my draws and thumping aound as he squeezed into my underwear, slipped on my tights before slipping on my school uniform. " does this look ok?" he asked. I looked round to see him all dressed like a schoolgirl, straightening my skirt. "yes" i said angrily "now come here and sit down and shut up" So he came over and sat cross legged on my bed ( next to my desk were i was studying ) and tried to act like a girl at a school assembly. This lasted about five minutes until he asked"babes, can you tie me up again?" "no!" i said "youll only distract me". "not if you tie me up in the cupbord and you gag me!" he replied. After more pestering i gave in "ok then" i reluctently agreed.

First i made him stretch his arms out straight behind his back, and hold his hands together. I got some rope we had hidden under my bed and tied his wrists tightly. Then i got one of my leather belts and strapped it as tight as i could around his elbows ( which was pretty hard because guys just arent as flexible as us gals ) so basically his arms were imobilised. I got out the homemade ball gag he had made ( it was the tops of two deodorant sprays slotted together to make a ball with two slots cut in the side to pass an old leather belt which had been cut down to fit around his head, very crude and painful, but it shut him up and he liked it ) and strapped it into his mouth. I then made him get up and crawl to my wardrobe. Now my wardrobes were of the 'built into the wall' type, and were about the size of two telephone boxes or shower cubicles, and had a long thick hanger rail running the length of them. I opened one of the doors, pushed back my clothes, and made him kneel almost upright, so his body was in an L shape. I got another length of rope, tied this to the bonds already holding his wrists tightly together, then i slung the other end over the rail and pulled it tight, causing his wrists and arms to move up at an angle above his head, which was now bowed due to the position of his arms. I then fed the rope around the rail, tying it, then down to his ankles where i tied it tightly around his ankles to restrain them. Finally, as one last act of cruelty ( well he had peed me of ) i got a silk scarf, tied it to the back of his ball gag strap, and run it up to the hanger rail, took out the slack, and fastened it to the rail, so if he tried to rest his head the gag would tighten giving him more pain than he would be getting from kneeling in his uncomfortable position. Finally i blindfolded him using one of my spare bras. I shut the door and left him there in his predicament.

I got back to studying, but my thoughts had turned to my poor boyfriend, now trussed up tightly in my cupboard, wearing my school uniform, blindfolded and gagged with no means of escape. I was getting pretty excited now, mostly because of the muffled groans and mmmmmmphs coming from my boyfriends gagged mouth, plus the creaking of the ropes holding him in place

I tried to get back to studying but his groans were getting louder, even though he was well gagged. Seems this session was a little bit too much for him. Half an hour passed before i got fed up, and i wanted him to shut up and let me get back to studying. i took my ruler, went to the cupboard, opened it to find him still tightly bound, although he was sweating badly, and my uniform was soaked. I lifted up the back of his school skirt and tucked it into his school belt. then i pulled down his tights and knickers, and used the ruler to give him a few sharp smacks on his bottom. This made his moans become louder, but only for a few seconds, his struggling causeing his gag to tighten, and he shut up. "Look what youve done to my uniform!! now stay quiet or im going to leave you there for a couple of hours, and every half hour im going to come here and smack you again" i said before slamming the door shut. This only lasted about ten minutes, so half an hour later i spanked him again, and this continued for three hours ( ! ) before i finally let him free, and boy was he grateful!!!!!!

I was going for a sleepover next door (barly a sleep over, more of a sleepnextdoor) and under all my stuff (camping bed, duvet, ect) I kept two ropes, and a roll of masking tape) I know masking tape is supposingly weak, but not in tens of thousands (around sixteen) layers, and I planned to tie Kate up, she was eleven then, and I was ten, Tom was ten barly (two days ago) and Dug was seven, I was rather exited as I had been tied to a tree before, and that was a true experiance, Tom's garden had an apple tree. As I approached I heard Dug, Tom, and to my suprise Kate.
" He'll be coming soon, as soon as he's in, grab him, Kate your on his arms, dug, gag him, I'll tie his legs." I paniced and decided to creap up on them, normally I loved being tied but today I wanted to tie someone up, I climbed over the wall and peaked round the corner, I could see Kate, Dug but not Tom, I felt a hand grab me mouth and Tom shouting "Over here", he had been in the garage getting rope and saw me.
"Let me go, you suger mental boy" I said to wind him up, he hated me when I mentioned Suger, every time he saw suger he would pour some on his hand and taste it, as they carried me paddling pool, into it. I noticed the chains and padlock on the floor, Tom grabbed my legs and tied them whilst Kate did my legs, Dug shoved a piece of wet cloth in my mouth and taped my mouth with tape, They got the chains and wound they around me, then pad locked it, they did this three times, then got an dog coller and put it around my neck, chained that and padlocked it, and threw the it into the paddling pool, now full of ceral, lucky their parents were away, or they would got done, Dug had, using his dads money, brought around twenty litres of milk, and poured it in (this did happen, let me assure you) and Tom threw all the keys of the padlock in (he got the idea off a program called the peoples records, where a girl had to jump in a load of porrage and find a pair of false teeth, and told me that this was for calling him that name, and said I could stay in until I found the keys, he untaped my mouth and said if i make any noise I would be gagged again, I had two choices, find the keys or wait it out, I decided to wait, and wait, and wait, Tom came out to see and told me I would stay in all night if I had to, my parents expected me back two days later and so I was left with no choice but to see, now covered in milk and ceral, I needed to go to the loo, but Tom would not let me out.

Find Out what happened in Part 2

Great stories, can't wait to hear more.

1st book
Harry gets tied up by professor Quirrel

3rd book
Lupin gets bound and gagged by professor Snape
Wormtail gets bound and gagged by Lupin

4th Book
Harrys tied to a tombstone and is gagged by Wormtail
Barty Crouch Jr is tied up by Dumbledore

5th book
Ron Neville Ginny and Luna are all gagged (but surpriseingly not bound) by the Slytherins.

I just cant help but find this a bit strange.

Five minutes later, up Laura came with a problem. Jackie wasn't going anywhere in a hurry so I'd be difficult to explain away. I'd have to meet Jackie somehow all dressed up, but there wasn't much she could do with the voice. Therefore her solution was a bit unorthadox.She tied me up with ropes (of which she had MANY)then tied me to a chair, which was a bit uncomfortable, with my hands behind me, then gagged me fully over the mouth with several silk scarves, tying one loosely round the throat to conceal any evidence!!!

Two minutes later, she'd explained to Jackie she'd got another girlfriend and would she like to meet her. Up she came and entered the room with Laura. Wow! she said stooping over me, making coo-coo noises with a bright smile on her face. 'I love it, you've tied her just like me','She's Gorgeous' she said, kissing me on the cheek. This got her going so while I struggled trying to make as little noise as possible they sat, enjoying each others company. Then after a while, some whispering was carried out and a bit of a giggle. Jackie produced from one of the bedroom drawers an instamatic camera, and they took several pictures of me. Then while Jackie was admiring the pictures as they developed, Laura pounced on her playfully, and soon Jackie was delivered to a chair by me, similarly bound and gagged. We were then mercilessly tickled, difficult for me not to make any noise (luckily, Jackie never made me) and Laura emptied the camera contents on the 'flower arranging' she had created. 'I want to talk to Jackie alone' Laura said to me and dragged me out to another bedroom. After a minutes absence, Laura came back and freed me, got my clothes and I went for a quick wash to get all the gunk off and get dressed. Jackie saw me briefly later in the day with my friend who had returned and didn't cotton on.

Some of the photographs found their way to Laura's work where she had suspicions of several girls. With the quality of the shots, It was easy for her to pass me as her and her plan really went well, both from the rumours that flew from the witnesses and her 'do you want to see a photo of me tied up' conversations. She got her girlfriends.

I got my instruction.

All's well that ends well!

I really don't think those references in the Harry Potter books have anything to do with any sort of bondage fetish. There's certainly no sexual aspect to them, so that rules out Fetishes.

Having a hero, or friend of the hero tied up is just a classic premise used to create conflict and challenge in stories. It's been used for time immemorial. It would be like saying Steven King has a Necrophilia Fetish, just because people happen to die in his stories. It's just part of the story, and doesn't say anything about any Fetishes.

I would agree with Dorain, regarding Rawling. There is no Fetish there when she describes the binding and gagging of certain characters in her books. But...
 
 

...and there is always a "but" somewhere.

The "but" I think of is "reading a book is the reader's privilege".

Whatever a reader gets out of a book is His/Hers own bussiness, don't mess with it!

If Greg finds parts of a Rawling novel to be Fetish, perhaps the Fetish is not in Rowling's writing but in Greg's reading the same?

Dorain wrote:

"It would be like saying Steven King has a Necrophilia Fetish, just because people happen to die in his stories."

I disagree!
To me "Necrophilia" is not the best word to use...just check your nearest English dictionary!

We all have our pet fantasies and weather we tend to feed them by finding interesting and arousing moments in books or in real life, they are our's. 

If some of us want confirmation of these fantasies, let's not put them down.

I just now watched an episode of "Dharma & Greg", lovely programme!

Greg was doing a crosswordpuzzle and had put in "hobbled".
His everlovingwife told him it should be "hogtied".

I just LOVE that Elfman girl...

It's one of those S.A.T.-type questions ;¬)

I agree,

Best Regards
 

The word "Necrophilia" seems to allude me when I try to find it. I can understand your meaning of the word when comparing it to the Swedish word "bibliofil" wich means "a person that is devoted to books".

It's a little embarrasing to have to repeat myself;

Greg suggested that Rowling had a fetish
You said that it was comparable to King's love of dead people
I pointed out that the fetish was probably Greg's, not Rawlings.

Finally we arrive at the conclution that you - Greg! should continue to read Harry Potter books and enjoy to fantasise about the bindings and entrapments the author puts the characters through!

I will continue to wait for the episode where Dharma is indeed hogtied...

...yummy!
 
 
 

It's one of those S.A.T.-type questions ;¬) "
Dorain 

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I woke up several hours later, feeling strange. First of all, I couldn't move my arms or legs. I couldn't see, and when I tried to speak, only a "mmmpph!" came out. And then I realized, I was completely naked! Not only that, I was tied up in bed! I could feel a sock and padlock on my feet, several layers of rope around my body, arms, and legs, handcuffs on my wrists, which were behind me, tape on my mouth, and a blindfold over my eyes! 
"Hello, Ryan!" a voice said from right next to me. I knew right away who it was, Ruth! 
She then removed my blindfold so I could see that she was lying right next to me in a swimming suit! 
I mmmpphed, "What's going on here?" 
"Oh, I'm just taking our tie-up game to a whole new level! You know, you have a very nice body, so I couldn't help it!" 
I mmmphed again, "How did I sleep through this?" 
"Well, remember when I went upstairs to your bathroom? I wasn't retrieving a hair clip, I was putting a sleeping draft in your toothpaste!" 
It all made sense. When I fell asleep, I must've actually been out cold. That's how she managed to strip me naked and tie me up in bed next to her! 
"I was also staking out right outside your house until you fell asleep. You know, after I left, you forgot to lock your front door!" 
I was completely helpless. She put her arms around me and pulled me close. She then put her head against mine and fell asleep. I was awake for another hour trying to struggle with the cuffs on my hands and the padlocked sock on my feet, but it was no use. I finally fell asleep again. 

- - - 

I woke up a while later, and looked over at my alarm clock. It was 5:15 in the morning. Ruth was still asleep, and her arms were no longer around me. That gave me time to think. I then thought of the paper cutter downstairs. If I pressed down on the handle hard enough, I might be able to break the cuffs! 
I slowly and carefully squirmed out of bed, and regained my balance. I then hopped out of my room (lucky for me, the door was open). I hopped along the hallway very quietly until I came to the stairs. 
The best way to get down the stairs, I figured, was sliding on my butt. So I carefully lowered myself to the floor, and slid right down the stairs, which was a little painful. 
When I reached the bottom, I listened for sounds of Ruth waking up. All was quiet, so I hopped over to my mom's working office. I located the paper cutter right away. I hopped over to it, leaned back against the table, and picked it up by the handle with one hand. 
I slowly lowered myself to the ground, and placed the paper cutter carefully on the floor right behind me. I positioned the cuffs directly under the handle, put my butt on the handle, and slammed down hard on it. The blade sliced right through the thin cuff link, and my hands were free! 
"Yes!" I mmmpphed through the duct tape. I proceeded to untying the ropes around my arms and body, which took a few minutes, then ripped the duct tape off my mouth. I then untied my legs, but became stumped on how to get the padlocked sock off my feet. 
I decided that since I didn't know her combination, I would have to break the sock. I pushed myself up off the floor, and hopped all the way to the kitchen, which was easier now that I could use my arms to give myself a boost. 
In the kitchen, I went to the knife holder, and took out the one with the sharpest blade. I sliced my way through the sock in about five seconds. I did it! I was finally free! 
"Hah! Take that, Ruth!" I said quietly to myself. "I'd better go get some clothes." 
I ran to the utility room and pulled a fresh shirt and underwear from the dryer. I slipped into them, then ran upstairs to confront Ruth. 
Ruth stirred when I entered the room, and then gasped when she saw I had escaped. 
"Oh my gosh! How did you -" 
"I've got my ways. And I wouldn't try that again unless you want another pair of handcuffs and a sock ruined. Now where's the key to these cuffs?" 
"In my coat pocket." She reached into her coat, which lay on the floor, pulled out the key, and handed it to me. 
As I was taking the two halves of the handcuffs off my wrists, Ruth said, "That sure was fun though, wasn't it? We took our tie-up game to a whole new level!" 
"That was not all fun for me, but it was kinda cool being tied-up. Now, put your coat on and get outta here. I will get you back for this! I swear it!" 

- END

Anyway, one day while I was dozing, listening to something, out of the house ran my three cousins - my mother's sister's kids. Two twin girls about twelve and their little brother who was about ten. They were nothing but trouble, and I hated to be around them, so I ignored them as they swam and played in the pool.

After a while the girls started looking around the place, and into the shed at the end of the pool area. One of them came out of the shed with some strands of rope. "What's this for?" she asked me.

"It's to tie things up," I said. "Now put it back."

"Can we tie you up?"

"I don't think so."

"Sure we can. It will be fun."

Now, my mother had told me over and over to be nice to my cousins, so I tried to ignore them, but the two girls came up to me and each one took a piece of rope and tied my ankles to the end of the chaise lounge that I was laying on.

"Now, are you happy?" I said sneering.

"Almost," they giggled.

"Each one had another piece of rope, and they tied my wrists to the arms of the chaise lounge. 

"Okay, that's enough," I said. "I went along this far, but no more."

Next they tied up upper arms to the chaise, so that I couldn't move my arms much at all. Then one of them ran to the shed and brought out a large roll of duct tape. Quickly she tore off one piece and put it over my mouth. Then they put more duct tape around my mouth and head. Of course I protested, but with my arms tied, I couldn't do much. Next they wrapped tape around my hands and upper arms over the rope that bound me. For a final touch, they took a piece of rope and tied it around my mouth over the tape, and then tied it to the back of the chaise so I couldn't lean forward very much. Together they picked up the feet end of the lounge and rolled it over to the side in the shade, out of sight of the house windows. Then they ran off and jumped back into the pool. Their little brother stood there looking at me for a while. "They tie me up all the time," he said finally. "Do you like it?"

I shook my head - NO! He laughed and joined his sisters in the water. I couldn't believe that I had let them do this to me. How stupid. When I heard their mother call them, I tried to tell them to untie me, but they just ran into the house, and I suppose went home.

I lay there, bound like an idiot, for quite a while. Finally my mother came out. She had been wondering where I was. Startled to see me at first, she started laughing. "Did the girls do this to you?" she asked.

I nodded.

"And you let them?"

I nodded.

"Well, I think your father should see this." And she went back into the house without releasing me. I was pissed.

About an hour later Dad came home, and Mom sent him out to see me. He laughed. Called me stupid. Then he got his camera and took a bunch of pictures. Finally he untied me.

My mother called her sister and told her what had happened. She said later that the girls have managed to tie up two different baby sitters, and now my aunt has to warn sitters not to let the girls tie them up. She is forever untying the little boy. 

My father made an eight by ten inch blow up of me all tied up and put it in my bedroom with a sign saying "This is what happens to gullible people. Don't get talked into something you won't be able to talk your say out of."

I have been in a straight-jacket. In fact, my roommate has one. It is the most fun I have ever had. It is very comfortable, but inescapable. The only pitfall I've seen so far is that it is hard to tickle someone who is in a jacket except their feet.

how old are u and where are u from

10 pts. to anyone who remembers the title of the song!

During that same weekend that my parents were in Las Vegas, my brother was tied up 3 more times by either my sister or me. After we untied him on Friday night, my sister and me went out with our friends. Neither of us has ever had a problem going on dates either. At the time, I was 5’ 8” and about 120 lbs and had long brown hair. My sister, Karen, was just a bit shorter, 115 - 120 lbs, and also brown hair. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and wasn’t ready to get involved with anyone at the time. My sister just wanted to go out with her friends. My brother stayed home that night, and who knows what he did……..lol

Anyway, the next day he told me that he really enjoyed being tied up the day before. He admitted that he didn’t think he would have been able to escape and that he liked the challenge. I told him that I thought that was why he likes to be tied up. He sort of smiled and said yes. He then asked me if Anna was serious if she wanted to see him try to escape again. I wasn’t sure, but I told him that I would ask her when I saw her. Then, to see what his reaction would be, I told him that I thought he liked it when she tickled him. He started to turn a little red in the face, but he did tell me that he did. He told me that it was fun and made him feel good, but also made him feel vulnerable and completely at our mercy. That’s what made it exciting for him. I didn’t want to mention that we saw the “excitement” between his legs, however, I did tell him that I could tell that he liked it when we tickled him. I’m pretty sure he knew what I was talking about too. 

Later that afternoon, Anna called and asked if she and another friend could come over and go swimming. We lived in Southern California and were lucky enough to have a swimming pool and since it was a nice day, I said that they could. I didn’t know it at the time, but Karen was busy tying up my brother. Apparently, he had asked her if she would. She later told me that he wanted her to tie him the same as the night before……..spread eagle on the floor. But she decided to tie his hands behind his back and have him tied to a pole out on the patio. After I changed into my bathing suit, I went out on the patio and saw Karen just finishing wrapping the rope around my brother and the pole. His chest must of been wrapped 15 times with the rope and there was also rope around his knees and feet too. His back was virtually hugging the pole!! All that he was wearing was his swimming trunks. I remember being upset, because of having my friends coming over, and I think I said something about it. Of course, that’s when the doorbell rang. They were here and there was no way to untie him that quick. So, all I could do was let Anna and Laurie see him like that. When I brought them out to the pool, Anna giggled and said something like the last time she saw him, he was tied up. Laurie looked puzzled, yet also laughed at the sight. It took a few minutes, but in summary, Karen and me explained to Laurie that he likes us to tie him up so he can escape. Even Anna said that she thought that our game was entertaining and Laurie said she was cool with it. 

I went inside to get my friends some drinks as they went out to the pool to relax in the sun. When I came back out, I walked right passed my brother, as if he wasn’t even there. But I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was struggling against the ropes and not appearing to make any progress. For about the next hour, my friends and me were having a good time talking and laughing and generally just relaxing under the warm sun. My sister would come out occasionally to see how our brother was doing in his escape and we‘d sometimes look over at him. Even though the post that he was tied to was in the shade, it was still a very warm day. It must have been difficult for him to be helpless like that and see 3 girls in bikinis having such a fun time. We could see that he was getting warm by the beads of sweat dripping down his face and body. Anna and Laurie got up to give him a drink of water and to wipe him off with a towel. I was watching them for a couple of minutes and could see that they were talking and I got up and walked over to where they were. Anna was telling Laurie about the day before when my brother was tied up on the floor, all stretched out. I told them that I was pretty proud of myself because that was one of the first times that he wasn’t able to escape. Laurie said that she didn’t think he was doing a very good job this time either. He told her that Karen usually makes it more challenging for him, but lately it’s been more difficult to escape when I’ve tied him up. 

We placed some chairs in front of the where my brother was tied and sat in front of him. About that time, Karen stepped out of the house and joined us. We talked for a few minutes about a few of the times when that my sister or me have tied him up and then Anna asked my brother when was it the hardest him to escape. He thought for a second and then said he didn’t think he’d be able to escape now but yesterday seemed completely impossible. I jumped in and said that he liked being tickled too. Laurie burst out in laughter and said ,,,You tickled him??? Oh my god……….I love it !!!! Anna said that it was just for a few minutes, but it was fun. Laurie said that she would have loved to have seen that. Karen got up with a playful smile and went behind the post that my brother tied to. She lightly ran her fingers up and down his sides for our entertainment. He started squirming and twisting against the ropes. He was laughing uncontrollably too. Laurie, Anna, and me were cheering on my sister as she tormented him in a playful way. Suddenly his hands broke free from behind his back and he was pulling the ropes off from round his chest and fighting my sisters tickling hands. I guess that with all of his struggling, his hands must have slipped out of the ropes. My sister stopped tickling him and backed away and the three of us all went ‘Awwwwwwwww” . We then helped my brother get out of the rest of the ropes. 

When he was free, he jumped in the pool to cool off and we laid out in the sun some more. Anna and Laurie were talking to me about his tie up game and I answered questions that they had. They said it was really kind of fun seeing him all tied up. Anna said that she liked it when she was tickling him the day before and that it’d be fun to do it again. Even Laurie said it might be fun. She said that when she first saw my brother tied up, she didn’t know what to think, but it got to be fun seeing him helpless. I said that I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he would want to be tied up again. They immediately both said to ask him!!! I didn’t want to, since he had already been tied up for about 1 ½ hours, and not to mention that I know he’d probably get “excited” again if he was tickled, but I agreed to ask him if he wanted us to tie him up again. I Got up and walked over to where he was drying off in the sun and told him that we wanted to tie him up again. His smile lightened his face as he said yes. 
 

Im gonna get booted off, more in a few.

Now, he wants revenge

Sorry it's sloppy, but I'm in a hurry.

Our mother didn't like the idea of Dad tieing us up, but after that whenever we got into an argument about anything, it was into the basement play room, and we were quickly bound up and gagged. Mother got used to seeing us all tied up, and sometimes when she wanted to watch her favorite television programs, she said it was nice having us tied up so that we didn't bother her. Dad has tied us up to chairs, hog-tied us, tied us to poles, tied us to our beds, and tied us up in lots of other ways. We never know how long we will stay tied, and sometimes we get into false arguments just to make him want to tie us up. It's lots of fun. Neither of us have ever been able to get free when Dad ties us up. There must be other kids whose father or mother ties them up for fun. We love it. Dad says that if we make him angry enough, he might just tie us up and leave us - maybe over night. I'm not sure what we can do to make that happen, but we are working on it. We would like to hear from any others who have had their parents tie them up.
Ron and Don

Joe the front
Is lounging back
Glued to the TV wall
But he don't notice Peter Pumpkin
Pogoes around the floor
In walks Kinky Susan
With a guy like Desperate Dan
He's got marmalade all' round his chin
He looks a worried man
His real name is Stan

And the music plays on...

Good song, weird lyrics, but stll...

...aren't we all a bit strange here?

20 pts. awarded for the recording artist of this song!

Cross the arms so they touch your side. Put 1 end of the rope and tie it to one wrist. Wrap it around (once) their back. Till you reach the other hand. Tie it there. You should have a lot of slack. Next take the two ends after the resulting know and wrap it around the miiddle (forearm) of both arms. This prevents the sub from pulling the hands over the head. Next you can do anything, the slack can be attached to a pole or attached to the legs.

Hope this helps! (It worked for me. They gave up after 58 min)

Try this site. The stories are a little old, but if you haven't read them, it doesn't really matter.

http://strait-jacket.com/

One day, Kit and Lee, who are brothers, told us that their parents were out for the day. Nick also said that his parents were out. As their houses were next door to each other, we decided to expand our boundaries to two houses. The cops (Nick, Lee, Brian, and David) would have a base in Nick’s house. The robbers (Kit, Mike, Robert and me) would be in Kit’s house. After setting a starting time at 10:00 AM, we gathered equipment and headed off to our bases.

Kit led us to a large storeroom in the basement. This seemed to be the perfect place to keep prisoners. Several poles stood around the room, supporting the ceiling, as well as a few support beams running horizontally across the room. Several chairs were strewn about and a mattress lay against a wall.

Kit went and hid our flag in the attic. As he returned, we counted down to the starting time, and the game was on. With such a large area to work with, we decided to leave the base abandoned and go out in groups of 2. Kit and I made up one party, while Mike and Robert made up the other. Mike and Robert decided to go out the backdoor. Kit and I went out the front door. Kit and I walked quickly down the sidewalk. I glimpsed Mike and Robert jumping the low picket fence that separated the backyards.

I led the way up the front steps, and eased open the front door. We went into the living room, where a surprise was awaiting. On the couch was a tied up David. His hands were tied behind his back and his ankles were tied together. He was also gagged with two bandanas and blindfolded with a third. Kit and I hesitated at first, then advanced toward him. When nothing happened, we went over to David, and removed the blindfold and gag.

“My group abandoned me!” he said. Maybe I should join with you guys. I looked at Kit, who looked at me, distrust in his eyes. “I don’t think so,” Kit said slowly. “Let’s take him prisoner.” David began protesting. Kit quieted him by stuffing the bandana back in his mouth and securing it with duct tape. He blindfolded him again and untied his legs. “Let’s take him back to base,” said Kit. We led him back to our base. As we were leading him into the storeroom, a sound came from the stairs. We stopped in our tracks. After hearing nothing else after a couple seconds, we continued through the door.

Part 2 coming soon!

After 15 minutes of tickling, Kit finally seemed to give in. They stopped tickling him and removed his gag. Breathlessly, he said, “In the dining room.” Immediately, Lee got up and went up the stairs to the dining room. Nick replaced Kit’s gag and said, “If you’re lying, you’re in trouble.” I hoped Kit’s plan would work. We could be lucky and Mike and Robert saw us being captured. Our hopes rose when Lee did not return after half an hour.

The cops had a hurried discussion, and David went upstairs to look for the flag. When he didn’t return for 15 minutes, Nick and Brian pulled us to our feet and led us in front of them, going upstairs. We made our way to the dining room. There, Mike and Robert were waiting, ready to fight. Behind them, on the ground, were Lee and David. They were sitting, tied back to back to each other. Ropes pinned their arms to their sides and bound them together from the chest to the waist. They were also gagged with duct tape.

Mike’s mind seemed to think quickly. “How about we make a deal?” he asked. “How,” said Nick. “Both sides get their teammates back and get to return to their bases,” he replied. Nick and Brian had a whispered conversation. Then Brian said, “Okay.” With that Nick and Brian unlocked our handcuffs and pushed us toward Mike and Robert. Kit and I removed our gags and our team made our way down to the basement, leaving David and Lee.

We waited 10 minutes before we set off again. Mike and Kit went out the front door, while Robert and I went out the back door. We hopped the low fence and slipped through the back door of Nick’s house. As we entered, we heard the front door open. We moved quietly through the house and met Kit and Mike. The four of us decided to stay together. We went upstairs and into Nick’s bedroom. No one was in here and we were about to leave when Kit noticed the flag sticking out from under the bed. He quickly bent down to pick it up, but suddenly, he fell down.

Brian had been hiding under the bed and had pulled Kit down. Mike, Robert and I reacted quickly heading straight for the bed. But something distracted us. Nick came bursting out of the closet. However, they were still outnumbered two to one. Brian had already subdued Kit, who was lying on his stomach, arms handcuffed behind his back and ankles tied together. Slowly, the three of us began to advance upon them. We knew it wouldn’t be an easy battle.

Nick was the strongest of the eight of us, even though he was a year younger than me. The eight of us, from strongest to weakest were: Nick, me, Mike, Brian, Kit, David, Robert, and Lee. I took on Brian alone, while Mike and Robert took on Nick. My battle with Brian lasted several minutes. In the end, I won, handcuffing Brian behind his back, tying his ankles together, and gagging him with duct tape. I then found a key in Brian’s pocket, which I used to unlock Kit’s handcuffs, then I untied his feet.

Part 3, the finale, coming soon!

But that's just my opinion.

Would love to read more about other times you were both tied up. If you need any ideas, how about describing:

The longest you were both tied.
Your most and least favorite ways of being tied.
The funniest or strangest way you were tied.
The most and least you wore while tied,
the funniest/oddest way you were dressed while tied.
Your most comfortable tie up, or the least.
Most embarassing tie-up
Lest expected / most surprising tie-up
Were you ever tied together (to each other) instead/in addition to a post/bed/object?
Did any of your friends ever see you tied?
Did they help tie or free you or just watch/wait/tickle?

And last but not least: if next weekend your Dad offered to tie you up in any way you like, dressed as you like, for as long as you like - what would you choose? 
If each of you could choose (say, by secret ballot) for your brother, without him knowing until it's done, what would that be?

Hope this doesn't sound greedy, just offering ideas.

Not a twin (sigh)

The four of us stood back and admired our work for a moment. Then I decided to go up alone. First, I searched the entire house. In the attic, I thought I heard something. I reached the top step, and a flashlight was shined in my eyes. Blinded, I froze until I felt someone tackle me at the legs. It was David. My eyes were still trying to focus, and I couldn’t put up much of a fight. To my horror, Lee, who was holding a flashlight, also had our flag dangling from his pocket. My wrists were handcuffed behind me, my mouth was stuffed with a bandana and sealed with duct tape, and I was led to Lee’s bedroom.

There, I was pushed into a chair. My arms were tied tightly to the arms of the chair, and my legs were tied to the feet of the chair. Rope tied me to the back of the chair from my neck to my waist. A bandana blindfold covered my eyes. David and Lee began to tickle me, demanding to know information about Nick and Brian. However, before 5 minutes of tickling had occurred, sounds of someone coming up the stairs met our ears. David and Lee decided to run for it. I figured that I was saved. I must have been 20 minutes since I left our base.

The door came swinging open. A hand removed my blindfold, and to my relief, it belonged to Kit. Lee was standing next to him, wrists handcuffed and mouth covered with duct tape. It took more than 5 minutes to untie me, as Lee and David had done such a good job in securing my bonds. Afterwards, we led Lee down to the base. We placed him in a chair and tied him similarly to how I’d been tied. Robert went off to look for David alone.

After 15 minutes, Robert didn’t come back. Mike and I went upstairs. In the dining room, we found Robert tied to a chair. David, it appeared, had fled. He had our flag, but we had theirs. The three of us searched the house. When we didn’t find David, we moved on to Nick’s house. We finally found David, hiding in Nick’s bedroom. We subdued him without much trouble, and led him to the base. There, we taped him to a pole like Brian. After waving the flag in their faces, we began the countdown for the extra hour of imprisonment.

After tickling them and talking with each other to pass the time, we finally untied the cops. After promises of revenge, we settled down for the afternoon.

Hope you liked it!

thanks

Dorain, in my opinion, crossdressing is less of a fetish than bondage is. I identify as transgendered and crossdress in public with quite a happy social life. I do get some looks, but try going in public in a pair of handcuffs, leather harness and ball gag and see what types of reaction you get.

This site is, well used to be, for childhood tie up games not love bondage. I well remember the times that our absent host would delete any post that even had the term 'bondage' in it. Yes I have been a visitor/poster since the early days. I dont post now as I do not wish to be associated with the people (some at least) that keep trying to turn this into yet another 'bondage' site, and I rarely visit any more. I just pop on to see if it has returned to the site it once was.b Alas most of what I see has far too much sexual 'hints' and worse for my taste.

It seems to me that the worst thing that happed to Canuck was when tripod dropped the site and he had to migrate to asstr. I thought then that the site may change, alas I was right.

People like Dorain have been visitors to this site for many years. Try to, at the least, be polite. Your post imho is very close to simply flaming. 

I fade one more into the background.
 

Canuck made this site as a place to share stories of innocent childhood tie-up games — something that children have been doing for centuries; something that's fun and nostalgic; not something "Hot" or "Erotic". There are thousands of sites one can go to if you're looking for something like that. Please do not polute this innocent site with Sex and Fetish topics, though.

Did you have any good *****bondage***** experiences while growing up? .....
 

By the way, Dorain: I notice your Web site hasn't been updated since July 7. I enjoyed the latest story, "Just Because It Didn't Happen..." Can we expect a sequel anytime soon? Or any other updates? I'm looking forward to it.

Enigma

With regards to my posting further stories, I'm afraid that I no longer have the time. I will be tying the knot (no pun intended), and have many plans to make. I will be fitted for a wedding gown this weekend!

Good luck with your stories in the future, and take care . . . .

I TRY and respect this sites 'rules",but...hard to do with no owner in site.....

Perhaps TW, or Dorain might be able to 'help out' and perhaps restore the site back to what we 'thought' you intended.

TW, Dorain, 
(and a few other long standing 'members. I know some of you do still lurk out there)

Please forgive me for being presumtious as to your time quoters and even for assuming that you would be prepared to moderate this site. I recommend you as you are both from the 'old school' and your recent posts indicate to me that you, like me, regret the lack of hearing from our host.

I do not put myself forward, even though I have been around for what seems eons, as I would not have the time.
 

As for questions about my own site, I haven't been able to get a chance to write lately. I'm still getting things back into shape from the Black Thursday Blackouts. Also, my Muse has been rather evasive, as of late.

...the fact that people may bicker too much, people may post dumb posts.

But, as long as it (the site)is un-moderated; everyone has a right to say something, and nearly anything if you are not trafficing money for the al-Quaida or are staying at the Guantanamo Bay Hotel. People here are probably grown-up enough to manage and monitor the site without supervision of Cannuck. 

As the great "hound-dog" Taylor said:

-The Sky Is Crying.

The above quote makes no sence to the discussion of the absence of Canuck, but still, is a good song...
 

be cool ma brothers

It was about 1 in the morning when we all finally fell asleep, or so I thought. I was sleeping when I felt something shaking me. I woke up and found that it was Mike. It must have been about 3 AM by this point. He said to me, “Let’s capture everybody, as a birthday present to me!” Sleepily, I agreed.

Mike told me to gag David while he handcuffed his wrists. When Mike grabbed his wrists and pulled them together, David jerked awake. At that moment, I took a couple of pieces of duct tape (which Mike had already cut) and placed them all over David’s lower face. He was silenced. Mike pulled David to his feet and led him to another room. I followed.

David, by now, had stopped struggling. It seemed he had accepted his fate. Mike made David lie on his stomach on the floor. We used some rope to tie his legs at the ankles and knees, then used another rope to place him in a hogtie. Another rope attached the hogtie to the foot of the bed, so he wouldn’t go anywhere. Mike and I went back to the other room. We repeated the process with Brian, Robert, Lee, then Kit. We finally reached the last sleeping bag, but to our surprise, it was empty. Nick was nowhere in sight.

We decided to go back to the room where everyone was tied up. We figured Nick would eventually come to us. After 15 minutes of waiting for him, I began to get sleepy. We waited some more, and I drifted off to sleep. Suddenly, I felt someone’s cold hands pulling my arms together behind my back. I snapped awake. I turned my head and found myself looking into Nick’s eyes. He was handcuffing me.

I tried to say something, but there was duct tape all over my lower face. I looked next to me and saw Mike, still asleep. I tried to warn Mike about Nick, but Nick said, “I don’t think so.” He then, put me in a hogtie and attached it to the foot of the bed, like everyone else. I noticed that they all had fallen asleep, tied up. Nick, then went behind Mike, handcuffed and gagged him, and then put him in a hogtie. Mike, who had woken up, was still struggling, but Nick managed to put him in a hogtie, which was tied to the foot of the bed.

He told us, “I’ll be back in an hour.” Mike and I drifted off to sleep again. But all too soon, I was being shaken awake again. I was being untied. Now, the seven of us began advancing on Nick. We quickly subdued him, gagged him, blindfolded him, and tied him spread eagle to the bed. We all went back to the other room and went to sleep. Much later, in the late morning, we all woke up. We found Nick still sleeping, still tied to the bed. Mike decided that Nick had learned his lesson and untied him. We just relaxed the rest of the day.

Hope you liked it!

 and while it may be a matter of cemantics(sp) just the mere mention of the "b" words taints any inocent stories.I was almost 18,maybe older before I knew what that meant.

But lets put aside the debate of the "b" word for a moment.LOOK at some off the storie potsed here lately: they include things/words like:ballgags,croctch ropes,bulges,ect and so on,a FAR cry from what is still posted as this sites policy,is it not?

I would suggest some of the new readers/posters go back to the archives and read the older storie to see what this site used to be about a LONG time ago.:)

After my brother had been tied to a post for about 1 1/2 hours, I wasn’t sure about tying him up again. However, my friends talked me into asking him if he would let us tie him up. For me, this game was nothing out of the norm, since I had tied him up a number of times, but for them, there seemed to be a new found curiosity. When I told him that we wanted to tie him up again, he smiled and I could see the eagerness in his expression. It was no surprise to me when he said yes. 

Anna, Laurie and me lead him into the house and to his bedroom. We were still in our bikinis and he was only in his swim trunks. The ropes that I used to tie him down the day before were coiled up on top of his dresser. I took two of the ropes and told him to tie his own feet, but we‘d watch to make sure that he wouldn‘t make it easy to escape. He got down on the floor and spread his legs to the legs of the dresser. He tied the rope around his ankles and then tied each foot to the dressers legs. For these few minutes that he was tying his feet, my friends and me seemed to be making him a little nervous because he kept looking up at us standing around him. After he had tied his own feet, I bent down to inspect that his feet had been tied securely. I remember that he tied them probably better than I would have done and I looked at him told him to lay down now. He laid flat on his back and raised his arms above his head as Anna and Laurie were watching in amusement. Laurie stepped over him and they both watched as I got down on my knees to tie one of his wrists. She asked if I wanted her to tie his other wrist. It seemed that Laurie was enjoying this too. I said she could, and she took a length of rope and started tying his other wrist. She looked to see how I had tied the rope around his wrist and she tried to duplicate it on the wrist that she was tying. Anna stood over him with a look of approval. 

When we walked into the house, I had told Karen that we were going to tie him up again. She just shook her head and said to be careful, because he had already been tied up for an hour and a half and only free for about 30 minutes. She came into the room and saw him spread out on the floor just as we were pulling the ropes around the legs of the bed to complete tying his wrists. She said to make sure that he’s comfortable and watched as we pulled the slack out of the rope. He looked up at Laurie and me and told us to pull the rope tight. He seemed to stretch himself as much he could and we tugged on the rope firmly, making sure there was no slack. We tied the knots in the rope around the bed legs leaving him spread eagled and unable to move. I got back up on my feet and Anna said that it looked impossible for him to escape. Laurie agreed, saying that she didn’t see how he could. Karen said that there have been times when she’s tied him up and thought that he wouldn’t be able to escape but that somehow he did. That’s when I put my hands on my hips and said, “Not this time though. This time he’s ours!!!”. My friends and Karen lightly laughed as we encircled my brother. For a couple of minutes, he just laid there and stared up at us standing above him. We were talking about him being helpless and vulnerable, and considering all that he was wearing was a pair of swimming trunks, he truly was. 

Anna, Laurie and me left him sprawled out on the floor and we went back out by the pool. Karen stayed with my brother for a few more minutes. While we were relaxing and sunning ourselves, Anna and me were telling Laurie about how we tickled him the day before. She said it was funny watching my sister tickle him, but that it seemed kind of cruel. Anna then mentioned to her about him getting “hard“ and Laurie’s mouth just hung open in shock, but soon changed to a smile. I said I was probably more embarrassed than he was, but that it did give me a sense of power over him, in a weird sort of way. Anna said sarcastically, that she’d bet I never thought it’d be so exciting to turn on my own brother. I’m sure that I turned very red at that point and told her that I didn’t think it was me that gave him a hard-on. I told them that he said that he enjoyed being tickled because of the challenge and vulnerability. Their eyes virtually lit up with enthusiasm because they both liked the idea of the chance to tickle him in a teasing way. 

Karen stepped out to tell me that she was going out with a friend of hers for a while. She said that she had just checked to make sure that our brother was OK and that I should check in on him regularly. Before I could even respond, both Anna and Laurie spoke up and enthusiastically said that we would. My sister just smirked, knowing that my brother was going to be in some trouble. After she left, I went in to check on my brother to make sure that he was OK. As I walked into his room, I saw the expression on his face that he knew he couldn’t escape. Ordinarily, I would have asked him if he wanted to be untied. I figured that if he wanted me to, he would ask me, so I wasn’t going to offer. I bent down and gave him a drink of water from the bottle. I can’t truly explain the power that I felt over him, as he was totally under my control. As I stood up, I told him that my friends enjoyed seeing him tied up earlier, especially when he was being tickled. I said that Laurie thought it was really funny when Karen started to tickle him too. He didn’t say anything, but did have a slight smile. I knew that he wanted us to tickle him, but he obviously didn’t want to sound too anxious about it. I bent down again to give him another drink of water and told him that I’d be back later to check in on him. I got up and took one last look at him tied spread eagled and helpless. 

When I went back outside to join my friends, they asked how he was doing. I just said that he wasn’t going anywhere. After about 10 minutes, the sun’s heat made us get in the pool to cool off. We started talking about my tied up brother again, and Laurie wanted to know how long we were going to keep him tied up. I said I really didn’t know, but that I kind of enjoyed that I was able to tie him in a way that he couldn’t escape. Laurie told us that she also thought it was kind of cool to help me tie him too. She had never done that before, even when she was a little girl, so it must have been a hidden desire or something. I said that I really didn’t mind tying him up, but sometimes it seems like he doesn‘t want to be untied. Right now, I said, I think he‘s waiting for us to come back and tickle him. Anna said that it would be fun and Laurie had the look of mischief too. I told them OK, but that I was afraid that he’d get turned-on again. Anna chuckled and said ….. “SO????“ We all laughed, but I was serious about this. I didn’t react, other than to say let’s dry off and we’ll go inside. 

When we entered the room and surrounded him, I’m sure that he must have been a little intimidated. There he was, spread eagled and barely able to move, only wearing a pair of swimming trunks, and staring up at three girls in bikinis standing over him. He knew that he was going to be tickled also, which is what he probably wanted anyway. My friends and me weren’t going to disappoint him either. I stepped one foot over him and was standing above his chest. Putting my hands on my hips, I playfully asked him if he remembered when Anna and me tickled him yesterday. He said he did, as he looked up at us. As Anna and Laurie got on either side of him, I said that yesterday was only a short time and asked him how much did he think he could take? He watched as my friends knelled down next to him and bravely said “as much as you can dish out”. I laughed a little, and said ……….”Oh Really”?? I stepped back a bit and stood over his waist as Anna ran her fingers down one side of his body and he jumped and giggled. And then Laurie did the same to his other side from his arm down to his waist. I looked down at him and teasingly asked “5 minutes? 10 ? 30? How about a full hour?” Anna said “I bet that he’ll be wanting us to stop in less than a minute”. Laurie said “begging us”!! I just smiled and “lets find out”, and both Laurie and Anna both started running their fingers over him. 

My brother immediately screamed out in laughter and started squirming and twisting as much as he could. To be honest, he couldn’t move around too much. All he could do was accept his fate and laugh hysterically from the tickling fingers of my friends. Both Laurie and Anna were laughing and teasing him verbally as they were tickling my brother. I was watching the fun that they were having, and was also enjoying the sight of my brother defenseless and helpless beneath me. Anna and Laurie were merciless in their torment. They were running their fingers all over his upper body, not missing a spot. His ribs, underarms, his chest and his stomach, all up and down his sides, nothing was left untouched. I let my friends continue tickling him for about 5 minutes, and told them to stop for a few minutes to let him catch his breath. He was breathing fairly hard, but he was by no means exhausted. We all made teasing and playful comments about how squirmish and ticklish he was, as well as how helpless he was to stop us.

By this time, I was standing between his spread arms, just above his head. I could see that the tickling had made him excited, and I knew that my friends were aware of it also. Actually, knowing that he was turned on, only made this more fun for all of us. Anna and Laurie were still kneeling on either side of him, and would each take turns lightly scraping their fingers along his stretched out body. With each light stroke of their fingers, they’d look down between his legs and see the jumping of his hardness. This truly entertained us. I think it was the thrill of having a male so turned on, yet not being able to do anything about it. It was power and control on our part, I think. I looked down at my brother and asked him if he wanted us to stop. Knowing that he, as well as my girlfriends, were enjoying this game, I really had no intentions of quitting. He looked up at Anna, and then Laurie, and then at me and said “Do I have a choice?” I simply said……..”NO”. I bent down and poured a few drops of water into his mouth. As I watched him swallow the water, I got an idea and left the room for a minute to get a small towel and a bandana from my room. When I came back, I told them that he was making too much noise with his laughing and squealing, and that we should gag him. Since all of this was new to Laurie, she mentioned that it sounded cruel. But Anna seemed to like the idea, so Laurie agreed as long as he wasn’t being hurt. My brother didn’t like the idea of being gagged either, but I certainly didn’t want the neighbors hearing him. I had never used a gag on him before, so this was new to me also, but it added to the supremacy that we were having. 

I started to put the rolled up towel into his mouth, but he was turning his head from side to side, fighting me. I had Laurie knell above his head to hold him still as I stuffed the rolled up towel into his mouth. Anna tied the bandana around his head to hold the towel in his mouth and we giggled as his muffled pleas were falling on deaf ears. We all sat back on our heels and watched his reaction to our verbal taunting. Each of us would look down between his legs also to see the bobbing of his erection. The three of us all had the same thought that it had a mind of it’s own. His erection was sticking straight up, and was straining against the cloth of his trunks and then seemed to shift around uncontrollably. None of us had ever seen anything like that, however, we were enjoying the sight. Except for being gagged, I’m sure that my brother was also enjoying being at the mercy of 3 girls in bikinis too. It was obvious by the excitement that he was showing. Anna, who was kneeling next his chest, dug her fingers into his side unexpectedly, and wiggled her fingers. My brother let out a muffled scream of shock. I did the same to his other side and ribcage, and his laughter was hushed by the gag. Laurie was still sitting between his spread arms and watching the pestering and torment that we were inflicting on him. 

After a couple minutes of light tickling and giving him a chance to catch his breath, Anna and me started giving him a continuous tickling. Laurie leaned over his head and attacked his underarms while we tickled his ribs, sides, and stomach. There was no escape or defense that my brother had for our entertaining torture on him. Yet, I knew that he was enjoying this as much as we were. Because he was now gagged, his pleas, screams, and laughter was so subdued that we barely were even aware of any misery that he was experiencing. He couldn’t move hardly at all, which only made it easier for us to attack him mercilessly. We kept up our ruthless tickle torment on him for another 5 minutes, when Laurie leaned back and simply watched us for a another minute or so. My brother was still visibly excited, and I think she enjoyed watching it bounce and spring around. Anna and me were still tickling him, when Laurie stood up and stepped around me and straddled his waist. With her now sitting on him, my brother wasn’t even able to move an inch. I can’t imagine what my brother was feeling or thinking, but each of us were enjoying the misery, if only harmless, that we were delivering. We continued tickling him for about another 15 minutes straight and stopped again to let him rest.

Anna got up to go to the bathroom, and I stood up to stretch my legs. Laurie was still straddling my brother. It never occurred to me at the time, but she was sitting directly on his hardened boyhood. As I stood above him, I looked down and saw the expression in his eyes. He was moaning through the gag and I could tell that he was frustrated of being unable to do anything to stop us. Yet, he seemed to change his expression to enjoyment when Anna returned. When she came back, she stood opposite me on his other side and smiled as she looked down at him at her feet. She asked me something like “what do we do now”, and I said that I thought we had tickled him enough. But I heard my brother moan through his gag. We all looked at him and I asked, “you mean you want more”? Both Anna and me looked at each other with grins of amazement. We were surprised that after almost 30 minutes of being relentlessly tickled and being at the mercy of our playful torture, that he wanted more. Laurie got up off him and we all thought that he had been “tortured” enough. We watched him laying at our feet for a minute or so, and we’d each occasionally peek at his “excitement’ as it seemed to jump around. I leaned down and released the gag from his mouth. When I pulled the gag off, he let out a long sigh and then smiled up at me. I asked him if he was OK and he said that he didn’t think we were going to tickle him so much. I asked him if we hurt him and he said no, but that the gag made him feel even more defenseless. Laurie then asked him if he liked being tickled. He said that he did, but that he thought that we were never going to stop and then he asked how long we tickled him. As Anna bent down to pour some water into his mouth, I told him that it was about 30 minutes. 

Anna gave him a couple more sips of water from the bottle, and we stood up again. He was still hard and we could easily see the throbbing in his trunks. He did seem embarrassed and there was no way that he was able to hide it either. None of us said anything about his hard-on at the time, but both Anna and Laurie did enjoy the sight of his obvious pleasure. I’m sure that even my brother enjoyed the sight of 3 bikini clad girls standing above him, but also the misery that he felt being turned on and could nothing about it. We asked if he wanted to be untied, and he said that he still wanted to try and escape. We left him tied up spread out on the floor and went back out by the pool, since there was still some late afternoon sun. We all talked and laughed about tickling him and his excitement. Anna and Laurie enjoyed the sight, obviously more than I did, but they said that they had fun causing it. They both said that they felt very powerful about having him helpless and under there control. After a bit, Laurie stepped inside to use the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later and said that my brother was still turned on. She said she went into see him again and she could see his erection was still as evident as before. 

My friends left after another 30 - 45 minutes, but they stopped in for one last look our tied up captive. He still didn’t want to be released, and at this point I wasn’t going to offer either, but at least he was no longer turned-on.

My sister, Karen, came home about 30 minutes after my friends had left, and she was surprised that he was still tied up. After about an hour, I was going to meet Laurie and go to a movie, but before I left, I went into see if my brother how my brother was doing. It seemed strange, but he thanked me for the afternoon of being tied up spread eagled and for letting my friends tickle him. He said he really enjoyed it. I didn’t really know what to say but it made me feel good that he enjoyed it. Karen told me later, that she finally untied him about an hour after I left. We tied him up one more time that weekend, but it was just Karen and me. 

The stories took place a couple of years ago. I'm now 18 and live in Southern California. 

(by the way does anyone remember me?)

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I've always had a "thing" about a female hand-gagging me. I got a fantastic opportunity to indulge my hand-over-mouth "thing" when I was 10 years old, and I had a babysitter, I'll call her Nicole. Nicole was 18, a senior in high school. She was also a basketball player. She must of stood nearly 6 feet tall-- attractive with short dark hair, medium build, and very athletic. And she had proportionately large and strong hands.

Anyhow Nicole was over babysitting one time and we were sitting there together watching TV. I was talking over the show, and suddenly I found Nicole's large, warm, strong hand clamped firmly over my mouth! I was nearly beside myself with excitement. She kept it up for several seconds before she let go of my mouth.

I sat there beside Nicole, my head spinning as we continued watching TV. Her right arm was now slung across the back of the couch behind me. Over the next minute or so an urge inside of me crystalized into a crazy plan. I hardly dared, but I did it anyway! What I did was, I reached back and took hold of Nicole's wrist. I brought her arm forward and silently pressed her large hand in place right over my mouth!

After a moment or two, Nicole silently tightened her grip, until she had the palm of her right hand clamped very firmly over my mouth. And then we just sat there like that. My babysitter had her large basketball player hand squeezed tight over my mouth.

I turned my head left and right. I strained my jaw beneath her firm grip, like I was trying to get my mouth open. I even gave a couple of muffled mmmmmmphs. I was in heaven! My babysitter's only response to all this was an amused chuckle-- but she didn't let me go. Then I just sat there quietly.

Nicole kept holding my mouth for a minute or two. Then I got another bold idea. I reached over, took Nicole's left hand, and put it over her right hand. Sure enough, she clamped her left hand in place. Now she was holding my mouth very firmly with both hands.

And we just sat there like that, with my babysitter holding my mouth. Every once in a while I would twist my head, I would try to open my mouth, maybe I would go mmmmph. Every time Nicole would just ignore it and silently keep her hands squeezed firmly over my mouth. And she kept holding my mouth for the rest of the TV show, I suppose it was a good 15 or 20 minutes.

After that, Nicole held my mouth several other evenings when she came over-- sometimes more than once in the course of an evening. Usually I would just silently take her hand and press it over my mouth, and then she would clamp down and not let go. But sometimes it started with Nicole shutting me up, and then she wouldn't let me go even after I fell silent, she'd just keep on and on holding my mouth for many minutes. I guess by then she must of figured out that I liked getting my mouth held.

If you see this, it works! Thanks Canuck. And I'll probably start posting under the name "Jazz" more often. Check my website if you like, it's got a large list of scenes in cartoons in which characters got tied up. Since it was cartoons which got me into the whole "tying up" business in the first place, I thought I'd start a list about the scenes contained within them.

I also have a story to share. If this goes through, I'll put my story up here. 

Now, there was this pole in their backyard with clothesline hanging from it. Usually, the pole was actually used to hold clothes on it (hence the clothesline), but it wasn't used year-round. When it wasn't, I discovered a new use for it. After all, clothesline is a form of rope, or at least it looks similar enough to it.

I asked the girl if I could tie her up to the pole, and basically did get to tie her to it, hands behind the pole most of the time, sometimes in front instead. I also got her younger (by 2 years) sister into the act as well. Of course, they wanted their turn on me. I learned very quickly that I sucked at tying people up. Neither of us resorted to ropes so tight they were painful, but they could escape my ropes better than I could theirs, for the most part.

We tried the usual hands behind back style, and I may have crossed wrists on occasion, but usually not. Occasionally, one of us would tie the other to the pole with hands in front. Once, I tried to wrap the clothesline around one of the girls to pin her arms to her sides, but there wasn't enough for that. Unfortunately, both girls got free very easily, while I had a much harder time getting out of their ropes.

And it basically happened like that. One time I did use so many convoluted knots that the girl made a comment about them as she had a hard time getting them all undone, but that wasn't because she herself was necessarily stuck in them, but because they were THERE. It was cute imagery nonetheless.

I also took a much milder form of the tie-up games to the house's basement. There, we used hair scrunches and anything else that was either rope-like or elastic, and used that to more-or-less tie each other up, and would play "tie up hide-and-seek" (didn't last long), or other things.

One time that sticks out is the time I roleplayed at being a kidnapper, with the two girls as hostages. They were "tied" up, aesthetically more than anything else, with the aforementioned scrunchies. They got very into it too. They would pretend to cry and be upset at being held captive. Unfortunately, I was called upstairs by their mother, who told me that my "captive" game might scare the younger kids she was babysitting, and to go and "play nice things". I told her I would, but when I came downstairs, I just went right back into the "kidnapper" role and continued on as before!

Those were some fun times, even if I couldn't tie knots well, and didn't even tie anyone up for real most of the time.

Yes I would like to hear about that story. Do you know what movie you where watching? Or maybe who played the mayor roles and what it was all about?
 

We heard the glorious sound of the school bell and dashed home. We wanted to start the game quickly and did not bother to change. We were all wearing the same school uniform: A blue turtleneck and khaki pants. After quickly gathering supplies, we met at Kit and Lee’s house. Their parents were at work and would not return until very late that night.

Randomly selected, the cops were: Kit, Mike, Nick, Jamie, and Brian. The robbers were: David, Robert, Lee, Greg, and me. We quickly went down to the basement and into the same storeroom that we used in our big Autumn Game (see my other post). Lee went and hid our flag in a closet under the stairs. Then we decided to split up. Greg, being the strongest, went with David and Lee. I went with Robert. The other three would comb the main floor. Robert and I would comb the upper floor. We would meet in the attic in half an hour. If a group did not show up, they would probably be captured.

We set off. Robert and I climbed the stairs casually. We looked into every room. Then, in Lee’s room, we spotted the flag on the bed. We went in. However, as soon as we picked up the flag, Mike and Brian came barreling out of the closet and tried to tackle us. Brian took on Robert, while I faced Mike. After a few seconds, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brian pin down Robert, handcuff him, and gag him with duct tape. Mike glanced over and was distracted for a split second, watching Robert go down. I seized my opportunity. I pinned Mike, handcuffing him and gagging him with duct tape. It was just Brian and me. Quickly, I subdued him, handcuffing and gagging him like Mike.

I freed Robert. We used some rope and tied each of Brian and Mike’s wrists together. We connected the two bonds. Then I tied Mike from the neck to the waist, pinning his arms to his sides. Robert did the same to Brian. We used a long rope to tie their bodies together, back to back. We then blindfolded them with bandanas. After jamming the pair into the closet, we tied the ankles of each, then together. Then, the same process with the knees.

Robert told them, “See you later!” Then he closed the closet door and locked it. The closet was very small. They wouldn’t have much room to struggle. Robert and I were just stepping back from the closet, about to sit on the bed to relax for a moment, when the room door burst open. In rushed the other trio of cops, Jamie, Nick, and Kit.

Jamie easily took down Robert with one tackle, following this by handcuffing and gagging him. Kit tried to quickly take me down too, but I pushed him off of me. However, Nick joined in with a tackle and had me down in a second. I too, was handcuffed and gagged. Jamie then went over to the closet. He unlocked it and freed Mike and Brian. Then the five of them led us to their base. It turned out to be Kit’s large bedroom. It was one of three rooms that Robert and I hadn’t looked into yet.

The two of us had our handcuffs freed and our hands were retied in front of us with rope. We were led to the closet and a long rope was attached to the rope binding my wrists together. This rope was thrown over a horizontal bar near the ceiling. The other end of the rope was attached to my belt loop. My arms were now extended and I was standing on tiptoes. On the other side of the small walk in closet, the same was being done to Robert. My ankles and knees were fastened together with duct tape.

After we were both blindfolded with bandanas, the tickle torture began. They asked, “Where are the others?” After 10 minutes, Robert gave in. They removed his gag and he told them that Greg, David, and Lee would be waiting in the attic by now. Brian, Mike, Kit, and Nick went to get more supplies. Their battle with Greg wouldn’t be easy. Jamie replaced Robert’s gag. Then he used duct tape to tape Robert and me together back to back. He also used to duct tape to tape our legs together. The two of us were completely immobile. We couldn’t move at all to free our selves. The ropes connecting us to the poles were tied too tightly.

But then Jamie did something that we had never done. He took the neck of my turtleneck and pulled it up over my nose and duct taped mouth. He kept it in place with another bandana. He did the same to Robert. I was able to breathe through the turtleneck, though. Finally, he shut the door and locked it. Robert and I weren’t going anywhere in a hurry!

After 20 minutes, the five of them came back. By now, my arms and legs were beginning to get tired. I heard through the closet door, and it seemed that they had at least one prisoner. I heard them talk and Nick went off to look for someone or something. 30 minutes later, Nick hadn’t returned. The remaining three decided to go search for them. Another 5 minutes later, the closet door opened. I hoped we were saved. A hand removed my blindfold. To my disappointment, it was Jamie’s. “You’re coming with us RJ,” he said. He freed me, tied my hands behind my back with rope, but kept my gag on.

Jamie was behind me leading me. Kit was on my left and Brian on my right. As they led me out, I saw Lee tied spread-eagle on the bed. He was blindfolded and his turtleneck was pulled up over his nose and mouth. The three of them led me out the door and down the stairs into the dining room. There, Greg and David were waiting, with Nick tied like me in front of them. I suddenly realized we were making a trade. Jamie pushed me toward Greg and David pushed Nick to Kit. They quickly led me down to our basement base.

Second half coming soon!

Mike

After summer i just pretended sort of to be the new girl but some girls knew me but most people thaought I was just the new girl in 10 th grade and I was dressing hotter because i just looke good! it was just smarter that way. too because one of the main guys was Chris and he was really cute and said he could understand all and everything and I think he told everyone that I was nice, But then I found it he was just doing what his girlfriend wanted because she said I called her a slut but I never did. Because his friend jeff was CHrisses frend and he said his girlfirend and her friends wanted me for cheerleader instead of this other girl and taught me some moves and gave me one of the old uniforms. Turns out that this is the freshman prank uniform has these compartments and it's tough but we'll see tp get in. And the unitofrm is part metal and has these links places on it and stuff. I didn't know until after I came back out of the rest room wearing it all, and then the kids hooked some hooks to the links on me and pulled the rops, but I stilllll could make it into at least comse weird sitting position hands and worrying about how me and Church could get you out of all this.

Well I got the stuff out of the truck and proceeded to tie her up. I took her to the swing set and tied her legs spread to the posts then I tied her wrists together in front of her and tied her arms over head to the bar. I ask if she wanted a gag (stupid question), she did so I gagged her with a large red ballgag. I asked her if she could get out and she started to struggle but I once again did a good job tieing her. While strggling I noticed she had started to drool on herself but hey, that was her fault for wanting to be gagged in the first place. I ask her if she still wanted me to leave and she nodded her head yes. So I took off for about 30 minutes (didn't go far). I could still see her, just in case she needed me but she didn't know that. After about 30 minutes I came back and she had not moved, still tied very tight. I think I surprised her next because I didn't untie her but took out a small leather whip and began whipping her on her legs, back, stomach and arms. She has a thing about mild torture during these tie-up games, being whipped, clothes pins, stuff like that. After about 10 minutes of whipping her I finally stopped and she was actually acting like she was in some bondage movie, her head fell back and she moaned into her gag as she continued to drool. I finally untied her legs then her arms and she just kind of collapsed into the sand for a minute. She finally got up, dusted herself off and told me that was a great time and a grat whipping I gave her. I'll never forget excatly what she said, 'You had me tied so tight. I felt so helpless and scared and the drool was very humiliating even if no one saw me. I love the whipping too but I want to be tied up where I will be found by someone. Can we do that some time?' Well I'm pretty quick with answers and I said 'Sure just tell me when and where'. She said she would think about the time and place and let me know. 

Hope you like this story about Brandy. If anyone wants some new ideas about how to be tied up or how to tie up their boy/girlfriends let me know. I have been into tie-up games for years and years and really think I have tied up girls or been tied up just about every way you can possibly think of. 

I told them my story and we decided on the plan. We went to Lee’s bedroom. David, the fastest, would try to lure some people to Lee’s room. He left and went down the hall to Kit’s room. About 30 seconds later, he came dashing back with Brian and Kit hot on his heels. Greg easily took down Brian and I easily pinned Kit. We handcuffed them and gagged them with duct tape.

David, who was regaining his breath, said to us, “Nick is still at the base. Jamie and Mike must be off looking for us or the flag. I’ll stay with the prisoners, you go get Nick.” Greg and I, who had just tied both Brian and Kit’s ankles, stood up and quickly went down the hall. We didn’t want Jamie and Mike to pop in on us.

When we arrived at Kit’s bedroom, there was no one in sight. Lee was no longer on the bed and Nick had disappeared. Had he fled with a hostage? I immediately walked across the room to the closet. There were our teammates. Lee had now taken my place, arms outstretched, and standing on tiptoe. Rope now bound Robert and Lee back to back. I went over to Robert and had just reached up to untie his wrist while Greg was doing the same to Robert when the closet door slammed shut.

The four of us were plunged into darkness and I heard the click of the lock. Through the door, I heard the laughter of Nick. Then I heard Jamie’s voice, then Mike’s, then Kit’s. It sounded like they had David prisoner. Greg and I went to work, the best we could to untie Lee and Robert. We wanted to be as strong as possible in a fight.

I managed to untie Robert’s hands. He immediately took off his blindfold, pulled down his turtleneck, and ripped off the duct tape gag. Then Greg managed to free Lee’s arms, and he did the same as Robert. I went to work untying the ropes binding the two together and Greg worked on removing the duct tape that bound the their legs together. Both of us had managed to free these bonds when the door opened. This was a tough battle. Both Lee and Robert had each of their legs fastened together with duct tape. They had to jump around. They were also weakened by their long imprisonment, especially Robert.

I was right. David was hogtied on the bed. The 5 cops were closing in on us. Nick went for me, while Jamie, Mike, and Brian went for Greg, and Kit took on Robert and Lee singlehanded. It really wasn’t much of a battle, even though we put up a good fight. After several long seconds, both Lee and Robert were on their stomachs, wrists handcuffed behind their backs. A few seconds later, Greg was down as well. I was fighting Nick well, but then Jamie joined in. I was finally down.

After much tickle torture, David broke and told them where the flag was. Kit dashed downstairs to retrieve it. He came back up, holding it triumphantly in front of him. The game was over. The cops had won, and they were permitted to tie us up for an additional hour. They freed David. Then he and Greg took Robert and Lee’s original place in the closet. Neither was blindfolded, but duct tape covered their mouths and their turtlenecks were pulled up over their noses and mouths.

Robert was pushed into a chair with no arms. His wrists were duct taped behind his back. Each of his legs was duct taped to a chair leg. Then, duct tape was taped around him from his neck to his waist, pinning him to the back of the chair. Tape was placed on his mouth and his turtleneck was pulled up over his nose and mouth.

Lee was hogtied and left on the floor. He too, was gagged with duct tape and the turtleneck. Finally, I was tied spreadeagle to the bed, gagged with duct tape and the turtleneck. The 5 of them tickled us for several minutes then went downstairs to play video games.

However, as soon as they left, Lee pulled his hands free of his bindings. Robert and my eyes widened. He was able to untie himself completely. Then, he untied Robert. After that, he untied me, while Robert went over to free the two in the closet. By our rules, if we got free during the additional hour, we did not have to be tied up any longer.

We went down and they were very surprised to see us. We didn’t play any more games until the new year though. However, we added a uniform to our games. From Fall to Spring, we must wear our school uniform turtleneck.

Hope you liked it!

Many of the others were surprised. I explained "well, in a playful manner" to minimize any sort of "freaked out" reaction I'd get. R said something like "show me", and having remembered that there was, for reasons unknown, a cord in the drawer, I got up and got it out. She put her hands behind her back, I took her wrists and crossed them, and tied the cord around them both vertically and horizontally, making sure to tie knots here and there ("don't double knot it or anything" she said, but it was too late!). After I was done, she got up and dared me to chase her. Now, R's very athletic, so I thought I didn't stand a chance. But as it turned out, after I ran out of the shed, she ran back in through the other entrance and was blocked by a chair. I caught her right away.

I asked why she didn't just run across the pool, and she said "I'd look stupid. People would think I'm weird, running around tied up!" She had the others untie her. I really wish I'd had my digital camera on-hand then, but it would have probably added an element of awkwardness to the whole thing and taken away from the playful mood. Too bad the pool closes in less than a week.

Hope you all liked the story.

I was spending the night at my cousin Billy's (changed name) house because my parents had to go somewhere (I dont know). I would have stayed home alone, but i was 12 and my parents were worried
about me.

I arrived at his house at around 8:30. His mom came to the door and said hi to me and that billy was in the basement playing cards with his sister and 2 friends.
I put my bag in the closet and walked downstairs.
The last time i saw his sister was when she was 10 and I was 7 but this time she was 15 and very attractive.
Anyway, I joined there card game once they finished a round. at about 10:30 his 2 friends left and Bill's sister Kasi (name changed) suggested that we added something fun to the game her exact words were: "how about the winner of this game gets to do anything to the loser?". For some reason billy backed out as if they were planning something....

I agreed to her challenge and we played (the game was poker). Miraculasly I won. I told her to kiss my feet.
she didnt omplain or anything.It was sexy to me.. having a 15 year old hottie kiss my shoes...

We played once more but this time things were different (I lost) and what she did to me changed my life (made me like bondage)
She thought for a little and then came to her conclusion:
"You have to wear my clothes". I immediatly replyed with no way! anything else! She then said: "okay... ILL TIE YOU UP IN MY CLOTHES!" I ran for the door but she pulled my legs from behind me and held me down. She told billy to get ropes and tape from the garage. I started to scream but she silenced me with her iron palm handgag. 

Then she said: "calm down it wont help, you agreed then you tried to run its only fair". My mind filled with thoughts about enjoying this so I calmed down and she released her grip. I then said: "okay okay but make it quick".

She let me get up and told me to go upstairs and find some of her clothes i liked.
I walked to her room and rumaged through her dresser
I didnt know what to pick since I wasnt a girl.
After 5 minutes I picked out a Black bra, black panties and her school uniform I saw hanging up.

I walked into the upstairs bathroom and locked the door.
I undressed myself and started with the bra and panties
then the skirt and the white bodyshirt and finally the tights. I felt weird with all the girl's clothes on but it had to be done or else...

I walked back down to the basement and as soon as I entered she said to me: "wow you sure look nice now all you need is hair and makeup". I shot out: "HAIR?? MAKEUP?? I DIDNT AGREE TO TH... MMMMMPPPPHHHHHH" as she handgagged me again and said: "calm down and ill go easy on you the outfit looks nice but it needs a touch and you agreed to WHATEVER I WANT". I calmed down and she removed her hand once more. I agreed to her sexy calm voice and let her walk me to the downstairs bathroom. she pulled up a chair to the mirror and opende the cabinet and pulled out Eye shadow, lipstick, blush, and mascara. She left them on the counter and left the room. She came back with a blonde wig from her haloween costume. she pulled up all my hair to the top and put the wig on me. She Made a ponytail and started with makeup. She carefully aplied it and when she was finished i looked like a total girl, I didnt even recognize myself. I got up and said: " okay your done now how long do i have to stay like this?". She said" No we still have tie you up remember?" I walked back into the main basement room and billy was sitting down playing his playstation 2 he had got the tape and rope she told him to get before and lft it on the cofee table. When he saw me he was so shocked that he even asked "tim is that you???"
She said: "ok billy lets tie him up". She instructed me to lay down on the floor while she tied my wrists. She then bound my elbows together loosely. She went down to my knees and tied them tightly together and then my ankles. she brought my ankles up and my arms back. She tied them together putting me in a hogtie. I squrmed a bit to see if the bonds were strong and they sure were. she said in a nice calm sexy voice: "are you ready to be gagged?"
I nodded and she proceded. She put a wodded up wet cloth in my mouth and began wrapping duct tape around my head. Once she was done with this she took a scarf from the closet and blindfolded me with it. I immeadiatly started mmmmmphhhing and struggling but it only tipped me to my side which made it even mor hard to escape. I heard her say sleep tight! and a door shut. For an hour i layed there thinking... I was tightly bound and gagged in these woman's clothes. The tights felt weird and good in a way when they brushed against the skirt and the ropes were tight, but sensual the bra cleaved my chest and the gag silenced me. I felt good like this I started to wish i could stay like this all night. I sure got my wish, when I woke up they took off the blindfold and unbound me and took off my gag. But the one thing we forgot was the girl look, I had gotten so used to it I spent the rest of my time there in the makeup, clothes and wig. When my mom came they reminded me and i changed and took the makeup off. I went home and that was that.
 

I had a great experiance and from then on I like bondage.
I hope you liked my story!

We have to talk.

So we chose who was it, and luckily, It was not me ;). The hiders went out to hide, and I chose a spot in a storage closet under an old matress. After about 30 minutes, I was found, and brought to the Living room. I found out that I was the first one found, and by the looks of it, I would be tied for quite some time, as the house was virtually pitch black (It was around Midnight, my Uncle was at Bingo or something until a lot later). 

We arrived at the living room, and He started by cuffing my hands behind my back. Then came my ankles. Then I was moved to a nearby table and stretched around it, and hogtied. I could not squirm anywhere due to the fact that I was 'around' a leg of the table. Last but not least, I was Blindfolded with a scarf, but luckily, not gagged.

About 20 minutes later (Approximately, I had no real view of time), The 'It' came back with someone else. I was started to get scared, as there were still 5 people to find, and I heard the It person commenting that they were hiding good.

About 2 hours later I was getting sweaty and tired, and asked to be released or repositioned, and was denied. At that time, there were still two people still hidden, and He was lost for ideas of where they were. The 5 people who were captured were whining that they wanted to be released, but the seeker still denied their request.

Again, about 20 minutes later, the seeker came back, still without anyone. Again, I asked to be released, and surprisingly, He agreed. He undid the pair of handcuffs connecting my feet to my arms, and then said something along the lines of "You are going to hate me for this". I started to get scared of what He was going to do. I was taken into his bedroom, where he had a futon (A bed/couch type thing). I was pushed down, laying on my back. I was then handcuffed spread-eagle to the four bedposts, and then numerous ropes were tied around the entire bed to prevent me from moving. I was starting to worry, wondering if I would ever be let out. 

He continued putting more and more rope around me, making it harder and harder for me to even struggle, and about 10 minutes later, I could hardly move an inch in any direction. He said "I'll be right back with your final punishment, don't go anywhere", and walked out of the room with a grin on his face. I was worried. 

He came back with a small bag, I wasn't sure what was in it. First he pulled out a waterproof, Permanent marker, and showed it to me. I wasn't sure what he was going to do. He started putting it towards my face, and I tried to squirm, but couldn't. He colored my nose black, and gave me 3 'cat-like' whiskers on each cheek. He then drew two triangles resembling ears on my forhead. I can't remember exactly what he said, but something like 'Now you are a little fox with a shiny black nose...Now don't be too noisy or I will come back and have some more fun'. 

I was scared out of my mind at that point, but even then, I was enjoying it. All the other tie up games I had played (Not all that many), lasted no longer than 45 minutes, and they weren't against my will, If I wanted out, I could have got out. But not in this one, I was trapped.

About 3 hours later, I was dead tired, but I couldn't get to sleep because of the excitment inside of me. My captor finally came back into the room, and told me that he found one of the others, and apparently the last one had went home, as he had called. He told me he found the last one about 20 minutes after he left, and then the group watched Miss Congeniality. He asked me if I wanted to be released, and I said Yes. He undid the four handcuffs connecting me to each post of the bed, and then said "You can get out from here". 

After about 30-40 minutes of struggling, I finally managed to untie all the knots and get free. I looked in a mirror and saw my 'cat/fox like face', and tried washing it off, to no avail. He told me that he got it on his arms before, and it came off in a few days. Luckily, I didn't need to do anything for the next few days, and didn't need to go out in public with whiskers on my cheeks and a black nose :P

I still haven't gotten revenge on him for that, but I am thinking about something in his sleep (Drawing on his face with a permanent marker? >:)

After setting a starting time of 2:00, we split up. The cops were Greg, Jamie, Mike, Kit, and Lee. The robbers: Nick, Brian, David, Robert, and me. Kit said they would take David’s house. I led my team to my large bedroom. There was my bed, 2 chairs, and the closet to imprison cops. In the closet had a vertical support beam and a horizontal beam near the ceiling. I went to hide the flag in a basement guest bedroom. We began.

Nick went with Robert. I went with Brian and David. We did not split up until we reached David’s house. We entered. Nick and Robert went right. Brian, David, and I went left. We entered the dining room but found nothing at all and moved on to the kitchen. Nothing there. Into the living room, where we met up with Nick and Robert. We went to the basement together. We had learned that there was safety in numbers.

We found the flag hidden in a corner of a closet. We headed upstairs, but still couldn’t find anyone. Nick held on to the flag. Then to the upper floor. Nothing there either. Nothing in the attic. Could the other team be in my house right now, doing the same thing as us? We went downstairs Nick and I were leading the way. Robert began to lag behind. Nick told him to hurry up. He didn’t move any faster though. We went out the front door.

Then, I looked around. Robert was nowhere in sight. I pointed this out to Nick. We went back into the house, but couldn’t find him. Brian said he’d go check downstairs. I wanted to come with him, but he said, “It’s only downstairs. I’ll be fine. We didn’t find anything earlier, remember?” So he went down alone. But after 10 minutes, he didn’t come back.

I said, “What could be taking so long?” Then, David said, “There’s one place we haven’t checked! The garage!” We began to go to the garage. Nick said he’d go look for Brian. Just as we opened the door to the garage, four people jumped upon us. Both of us went down quickly. We were handcuffed and gagged with several strips of duct tape. Only then did I see the tacklers. It was Greg, Kit, Jamie, and Lee. We were led into the garage. It was a two-car garage. Since David’s parents were out, one of the spaces was empty. That provided plenty of room for a base.

Robert was there. He was hogtied with three long pieces of rope. Another rope connected him to rack of balls, so he couldn’t move around. His turtleneck was pulled over his mouth and nose (now regular treatment). His eyes widened when he saw us. “Let’s tie these two together,” said Kit. Jamie and Lee tied us up while Greg and Kit kept a lookout at the garage door (There was an eyehole at the door).

Second Half Coming soon!

I grew up and continue to live in a large town/small city in Kansas. In high school, I was in band, which is where most of these stories I will tell, over time, came from. For those who were in band, you know how tight a group your band mates could be. I was in such a group, and there were some loosely organized bondage events, some well organized, and a whole lot of tickling. Due to the number of these stories, I will post them over time.

The first tale I’ll share happened on the Friday before Spring Break. Every year, the local university held a high school jazz band competition/festival. Being a t-bone player in the jazz band, it meant a day out of school. Also, since our school was in the same town as the contest, it also meant a butt-crack-of-dawn early performance time, as we were close and didn’t have to travel several hours by bus. So we would play our numbers to a sleepy crowd, and have the rest of the day to listen to the competition and, in reality, skip school in a sanctioned event.

My junior year, we did well, and then had a full day to wander. Diane and Halley were never far from me that day. Halley was short and petite, wavy, dirty blond hair to about the bottom of her ears, very zany, and adorable. Diane was tall, slender, a dancer, with very straight, honey-colored hair to her shoulder blades. We were all somewhat dressed up, I was in an oxford shirt, tie, khaki’s, and hiking boots. Halley was wearing a button-front shirt, navy pants, and flats. Diane was wearing a button-front shirt as well, tan pants, and flats. Both were wearing pantyhose.

Throughout the day, there had been some trapped tickling going on. Diane and I were sitting on either side of Halley during a performance when Diane grabbed the nearest foot of Halley’s crossed legs (sitting Indian-style in the theater-type chair), took her shoot of, and started lightly grazing her nails over the silk-covered foot and toes. Halley, not wanting to make a scene, was forced to endure, and I soon joined in on the other foot. In hind sight, I’m pretty sure Halley liked being tickled, as she would frequently present me with opportunities to tickle her, especially her feet. Later, after lunch, Diane wanted me to carry her (I don’t recall why) down the hall, so I picked her up in a cradle carry and marched on, with Halley in tow. When we were all alone where the hall turned, Halley had me stop, she moved around, removed Diane’s shoes, and went to work on Diane’s feet. Since I was holding her, she couldn’t go anywhere, and my fingers, which were at her ribs while I carried her, began to tickle as well. Diane’s feet, which I was very familiar with, were extremely ticklish, but I suspect that she, too, liked being tickled for the most part. She loved my foot massages (one lasting about 4 hours), and was often barefoot in my presence. While some dancers have abused feet, Diane’s were always very well maintained (yes, I have a thing for female feet, too), soft, sensitive, and beautiful. And best of all, ticklish.

As the day was winding down, we were growing tired of hearing some of the same songs, most of them played with little feeling, so we retreated to one of the music practice rooms in the music building. In each of these rooms, there is a window, piano, piano bench, chair, music stand, and trashcan. Also, though not soundproof, these rooms were rather isolated, so we had some privacy and insurance against being heard and “caught”. I sat on the window sill, while Diane and Halley took the chair and bench respectively. I took off my tie, and they both took off their shoes, and Halley, who had been wearing knee-highs, took those off as well, leaving her adorable little bare feet very vulnerable. Diane wished she, too, could bare her feet, but didn’t want to go find a bathroom in which to disrobe for the last hour of the day. She stated that her feet were tired of being so bound up all day. I told her to give me her feet, and I’d see if I could help a little. She beamed, and turned the chair, putting her feet on my leg. I began a massage, and she loved it, giggling and commenting how much more than usual it tickled since she wasn’t barefoot. After about 10 minutes, she was appeased by the promise of a longer, better massage later, when she was barefoot and would enjoy it more. She said she’d love it, and suggested Halley use me for my skills. Halley’s feet were on my other leg before Diane had pulled her’s back. I massaged Halley’s smaller, bare feet, adding some tickles. Diane helped by tickling Halley’s sides, too, and again, after ten minutes, I promised longer, better massages later, and she was content and thankful.

I’m assuming this was planned, but the girls wanted to get a little revenge on me. Since I had been “so cruel” in tickling them, they said they should get a shot at me. Both of them knew I was ticklish, but whether they knew I loved being tickled is open to debate. They said that, since I was bigger, I should give them the advantage. I relented, and sat in the chair. Using my tie (it was a “Triscut tie”, or woven tie, as this was the early 90’s), they half-heartedly tied my wrists together in front of me. Diane, who was heaviest, sat on my lap sideways, and Halley stood behind me, and they began tickling my sides, stomach, and Halley worked her fingers under my arms from behind, too. I laughed, or more giggled, and it was playful and fun. However, Diane thought my hands were still too free, complaining that I could tickle her at will. So they stopped, untied one hand, and asked me to put my hands together behind the chair. I complied, and they tied them together again. Still not a really tight tie, given the elasticity of the woven tie, but enough to slow me down. Claiming that was better, they both tickled my ribs, more passionately this time, from the front. Now laughter was joined by squirming and me pulling my arms to try and get free, just out of reflex. Halley proclaimed that would do, and Diane pulled the piano bench in front of me. She then picked up my legs, and put them on the bench, adjusting the bench to where my feet hung off the side, and then sat down straddling my legs. Inwardly, I both groaned and giggled. Halley stood to the side and began tickling my ribs again and more, really working now. I suppose the addition restriction intensified the tickling, because this seemed to tickle more. But I was not unaware that Diane was untying my boots, pulling them off when she was done. She then pulled my socks off, and told Halley she was ready. Halley stopped and moved in front of Diane.

Diane asked Halley if she had ever tickled my feet before, and Halley admitted that she hadn’t had the chance yet. Diane indicated she would get that chance now.

Side note, I’m very ticklish everywhere. However, if you were to simultaneously tickle my underarms, ribs, sides, and stomach, it would still not tickle as much as barely tickling my feet. Diane had limited experience with tickling my feet, but it was enough to know it was my most ticklish spot. Add to this that I’ve worn a size 14 EEE shoe since my freshman year of high school, and that’s a lot of very ticklish skin these two were ready to torment.

So they tickled my feet. Although Halley’s efforts get an A+, Diane was defiantly a better tickler. Her nails were longer, but she tickled with the same style and grace with which she danced. It was brutally effective, and they loved it. Halley knelt for easier access, and Diane mainly tickled the balls of my feet and my toes, leaving the arches and heels to Halley. They spent about 10 minutes on this, and really enjoyed it. I certainly didn’t hate it.

We decided it was time to go, so I was untied, and put my socks and boots on. They both put on their shoes, we all hugged, and left. It really was a fun day, but my mind was already planning ahead to the next time. I figured Halley might want to help me tickled Diane when she was barefoot.

The Great Scot