ok so anyways my sis had just said"What are you gunna do tie me up?" and I just smirked and walked away to the "bathroom" (went to get the scarfs and tape i had in my room)i game back, pockets slighty bigger she didn't notice thank goodness or she might have thought somthing was up..so anyways i sat down and waited for her to start poking me again i didnt have 2 wait long maybe about.. 2 min at most..because the next time she did i grabbed her wrist then her other then holding them together with 1 hand wipped a scarf out of my pocket and tied her wrist to gether in front of her then sat on her bound hands (im not that heavy so meh i didnt hurt her or anything) and then as soon as she opend her mouth to say what the hell i procceded to stuff a scarf in her mouth then seal it with a criss cross of tape so it sounded more like "what the h-mmmmphhh" I then got off her and then as she tried to run away to the kitchen i tripped her, pounced on her, then bound her ankles with more tape i finally just sat on her and tickled her uber tickilsh feet still she was tearing and cursing into the gag, I then stopped to ask her if she would stop poking me and she whimpered and nodded so i tickled her a few times more for good measure then untied her and to this day she has never poked me again haha soo yeha that's story numero uno more to come my tie loving peeps:P 

till then im outty Kenny 
p.s any females in the canada area want tie up rp or something email me..XD 

oh yeah and lemme know what you think about the staory too..
all of you not just the ladies :P

and srry i dont have aim.. but i do have msn if any1 is like intersetd in talking or what ever..

I have to go. I'll finish up later if anyone wants to hear the rest. I think I hear tape being pulled off a roll. ;)
E.S.

but its a realy nice story so please continue...
 

First a little background behind my story, 
 

I play a sport called Airsoft. It's very similar to paintball only the weapons look like the real steel, and they shoot 6mm BBs/paintballs at about 285-400 FPS. 

Airsoft differs from paintball in that the gameplay is supposed to simulate actually combat on a scale that varies from fireteam (4-6 players on each team) to platoon level (100 + on each team). My personal favorite scenario is VIP kidnapping. 

I was chatting with a friend of mine, Austin. We were talking about a big Airsoft match coming up. "Dude, we still need a VIP." Austin muttered into the phone reciever. "Well, go talk to some girlie-friend of yours. I'm sure they'd oblige." I said in a very nasty tone. Austin snapped back "I'm going to get Danna to come." My heart leapt. Danna was a gorgeous brunette and I liked her a lot. One could say, I had a crush on her. I chimed into the phone "Dude! That'd totally own!" (Yes, own.. I was a CS dork.. so sue me.) Austin then coily responded "You like her don't ya!" "Well.. she's nice.. and pretty, too." "Well, then I guess it would come as almost a welcome remark that you are on the black ops team." "Oh sweet dude!!" We both said goodbye and I went into my room to grab my airsoft gun. I opened up my gun case and pulled out my Tokyo Marui M16A2 with reddot scope. I ran my fingers over the stock, and loaded in the battery. I quickly poured BBs into the mags and then loaded one into my M16A2. 

I reflected on my team affiliation. I was on Black Ops. The other team was Guerrilla militia. They're job was to make sure an important person made it to the extraction zone safely. Black Ops had to seize the VIP, and hold him (or her in this case) for 2 hours or until one team was eliminated. 

The next morning, I was awaken by the 5 other members in my fireteam. Curley, Jon, Bragg, Snyder, and Austin. Snyder commented "C'mon you lazy ****! We got a war to win!!" I got up disoriented "Hey hey hey!! Wuzza..?" I got out of bed, half awake, and forced the 5 guys to get out of the room. I got dressed, got my cammies on and combat vest and grabbed my M16A2 and rushed out to my friends van, I jumped in through and landed on one of the seats. 

"Hi, Howard!!" I looked over. There she was. Danna. Her hair tied in a short ponytail, wearing a red shirt with a pink heart on it and tight bluejeans. "Well, howdy ma'am." I replied. She was radiant today. I felt something that felt out of place in my buttpack. I took it out. An unused roll of ducttape, I remembered why I brought it, too. There was also a length of rope in the butt pack. About 100 feet. 

Danna smiled and said "Is that for when you break your gun?" 

"Yea.. exacty what it's for." 

We got to a large forested area, about 70 people had gathered, ages ranging from 14 to 26. I looked at the map of the arena we would play in. An area about 23 acres square. There were a few small shacks in the area. 

"Hey Howard, I got to go. I'm on the other team." Danna chirped. I said "Ok, I'll try not to aim for you." She rolled her eyes and jogged off. I thought to myself, "I get to tie up the cutest girl that ever lived." I want to be modest, but my fireteam was the most finely tuned and well greased and best performing airsoft fireteam in the town. We were able to taken on 23 other airsoft combatants by ourselves. We just rocked. I also thought highly of what i get this airsoft battle. I had just won an M203 "grenade" launcher in a raffle. It now hung below my rifles barrel. Instead of firing one bb, it fired 8 at a time. 

We were planning our actions. We were 70% sure the Guerrillas would take Danna as VIP right through the middle of the map in an to just punch through by force. So our plan was simple, match their force with our own and using 2 small fireteams, mine and another, to sneak behind and snatch the VIP. 

It was about 11:27 when the first firefights broke out. The comical pop pop noise of the guns echoed through the forest. My team and I crouched down and snuck around the main enemy force, giving us about an acre of cleanrance. We would continue until we were directly behind their force. we then turned sharply and came up from behind. We could hear them speaking. "Come on panzies! Don't be such ****ing wusses." Then a stately voice chirped "Please don't swear." I looked up and I saw Danna, a little comical in her Paintball mask, but still her. The guy snapped at her and continued firing his gun. I thought to myself "This slob is the first to go!" I brought up my sights and fired a quick 4 round burst. All 4 hit him and he started swearing and spitting and cursing. Danna giggled. She didn't notice her second guard get taken down by Snyders MP5A4. Her final body guard looked about and and then thought behind, but Bragg fired a single shot from his AUG and scored a headshot. When that BB plinked off his mask, he said "Aww crap.." and walked off out of the arena. We creapt up to Danna and she was excited to see me. "Oh boy! This is just like being kidnapped!!" She pulled off her mask and smiled. I looked around the tree she was hiding behind and the enemy force was no where to be seen. I put my arm around her waste and clasped me hand over her mouth. "Mmmmph!!!" she moaned into my hand as I dragged her off. We went on for about 3 more acres and came upon a shack and went in it. Jon radioed to the main force of our team "We have the VIP!" Pretty soon "THE VIP HAS BEEN CAPTURED! ACTIVE RESPAWN!" was heard over loudspeakers. This way, if you are tagged out, you could go back to your start and come back into battle again. 

I let go of Danna as she gasped a little. "Howard! You could have asked!" I spotted an old chair and sat down in it. If it could hold me, it cold hold Danna. I ordered her to sit in it. I put a pair of safety glasses on her since she dropped her paintball mask partially due to my roughness. "What are you going to do with me?" I reached into my butt pack and pulled out the rope. "Oh.. I see." She shifted a little. I went behind her and threw a loop over her and started tying the rope around her. 7 times around her to the chair, then 3 times around her just above her breasts. I tied her wrists together with 5 loops of rope. I proceded to tie the rope around her ankles 6 times, then. Then above and below her knees. 3 times each. "Howard.. I'm scared" she said with sad puppy eyes. I put my hand on her cheek and smiled. I took out the roll of tape. "Ooooh that's what its REALLY for." She chuckled lightly, although a bit scared. I patted down a piece of the tape over her mouth, about, oooooh..... 5 inches long, then 2 more in a flattened "X" over the first one "mmmmph..... mmmmmmmph.." She moaned into the gag. She was adorable. So beautiful. I whispered into her ears "You're so cute, so sweet looking right now, You are beautiful, you know that." She blushed a little. At that moment, CONVIENTLY!, I heard the patter of plastic BB's against the shack. YEA! RUIN MY FUN!!! .. jerks..... 

Well in a nutshell, I ended up holding off the rest for the final 10 minutes of the game. We did win. I untied Danna and she hugged me. We later went out to dinner, holding hands. 
 
 
 
 

If you wish to learn more about airsoft, tie ups with Danna (yes, there are more), would like to talk about tie ups in general, or just bored, email is below, my MSN is rgp52@msn.com, AIM is RangerOfThe75th, and ICQ number is 316489229. 

I'm looking forward to exchanging some tie up stories with other gals!

It all happened two years ago. I was in year 11 (15 years old) and my cousin Jane was in year 9 (13 years old). Since Jane and I went to the same school, and she lived further away in another town, we used to meet up after school and walk back to my house which was more or less around the corner from the school. When we got back to my house we were usually the only ones in the house, which was a perfect opertunity! 

My cousin was a cute brunette, of about average size for her age. I had dreamed of being tied up and gagged by her for some time, so I decided to formulate a plan. I knew that we had some very strong tape in a box in the cupboard under our stairs, so I decided to pretend to be looking for something in this box and accidentally drop it so that all of the contents spilled out onto the kitchen floor. She was sat in the living room at the time and when she heard the crash, she rushed in to see what had happened. I explained that I had been looking for something and had dropped the box. She helped me pick up the contents and put it back, except for the tape, which had conveniently rolled around a corner! I picked it up and immediately her eyes widened! I hadn’t realised but she seemed to be in to this kind of thing too! I made the first move. 

“Hmm… this could be useful.” I said, “You’ve been really irritating today, this might shut you up!”. 

“Your not sticking that over my mouth” she protested, 

still playing along I said “Oh yeah! What would you do if I did?” 

“Take it off then do it to you!” she replied. 

My plan was working. Even though she was only 13 my cousin always liked to be in control, she loved humiliating people too and every time we had a family get together, there would be me, my older sister, my cousin and her older sister in a room chatting and she would always bring up embarrassing moments about me and her sister! (not together!). I carried on. 

“Well you couldn’t take it off cos I would tie your hands behind your back!”. 

“Your not tying me up!” she said. 

I sprung in to action with the final part of my plan (remember my aim was to be tie up by her). 

“Well tell you what,” I said “you can tie me up first, but only if you promise I can tie you up afterwards.” 

My cousin’s eyes widened even more. “OK!” she said and I handed her the role of tape along with a pair of scissors from a draw. 

My cousin went into dominant mode. 

“Put your legs together now!” she barked. 

I did as I was told and she wrapped the tape extremely tightly around my legs. 

“Arms together behind your back.” she ordered as she tightly wrapped the tape around my wrists, weaving it around making it impossible to escape. 

I could feel myself getting more and more excited, I couldn’t believe it was actually happening! I tested my bonds to see if I would have to pretend to be stuck, they were extremely tight! This tape was good stuff! 

“Stop struggling!” she shouted as she applied more and more tape. 

“Don’t use it all!” I said “there won’t be enough to tie you up!” She laughed at me. 

She stood and faced me, pulled a piece of tape off the role without cutting it and grinned. 

“Purse your lips together.” She said. 

I couldn’t believe my luck! Still acting I said “You’re not going to gag me are you!?” She grinned again at the word ‘gag’. 

“Just do it or I’ll leave you like that when my Mum comes to pick me up!” 

Doing as I was told, I pursed my lips tightly together. She laughed as she applied the tape. I thought she was going to cut that bit off the role, but instead, chuckling away to herself, she wrapped more tape several times around my head! 

“MMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!” I said in surprise! 

She just laughed even more. Eventually she stopped and cut the role from the rest of the tape around my head. 

“I’m gonna keep this for tommorow!” she said, slipping it into her pocket. “And I know where these go now!” she said, placing the scissors back in the draw. 

She looked at me grinning as she admired her handy work. She clamped her hand over the tape, as a sort of hand gag. I MMMMPPPHHHed again, then she pushed me so that I was forced to jump into the living room, where she tripped me onto the floor so that I was lying on my stomach, facing a chair. She turned the TV on to a programme that she loved, but I absolutely hated, we always had arguments about watching it, and as I was the oldest, I always got my way. Now the tables were turned! She sat down on the chair and looked down on me and I looked up. 

“You look so pathetic!” she said laughing. “Now, I’m gonna watch this programme without any interruptions from you and then it’s bed time for little baby!” 

All the way through the programme I wriggled around trying to break free and she glanced at me from time to time. Sometimes if I was MMMPPHHing too much and too loudly she would turn her head, put her finger to her lips and go “SSSHHHH!” Eventually her programme finished. 

“Right” she said. “Time for bed. And remember you have to do what I tell you or I’ll leave you like this when my Mum comes to pick me up!” “Get up!” she said, dragging me up. Then she pushed me all the way up the stairs. I fell over a few times (remember my feet were tied together so I was jumping up each step!) but each time I did, she dragged me back up again shouting “Get up!” 

Once we were up the stairs, she marched me along to my bedroom and pulled the covers back on my bed. 

“Get in!” she shouted, then watched me flop onto the bed. Once I was in she tucked the covers up, pulled the curtains closed, walked to the door, stopped to give a little wave as she calmly said “Night night”, then walked out closing the door behind her. I could hear her laughing all the way down the stairs I was so embarrassed! 

I decided I’d had enough so I managed to get out of bed and open the door (have you ever tried that with your hands tied behind your back?!) I slide back down the stairs and jumped into the dinning room, where she was sat at the table doing her homework. She looked at me giving a sigh then pushed me down to the floor next to her chair, where I waited for an hour or so (her Mum was always late!). Eventually we heard a car horn piping outside. It was her Mum! She got up packing her school bag, and I followed her to the front door. 

“MMMMPPPHHH!!!” I said. 

“Bye bye” she answered. 

“Let me out” I tried to say but it came out more like “MMMMPPPHHH MMMMPPHH MMMMPPPPHHHH!” 

“Bye” she answered again and with that she went out and closed the door behind her. I jumped back into the living room in a panic and sat on the couch. I desperately tried to brake free. I heard the door open again, I thought it was my parents! What would I say to them once they untied me?! Then a head peered around the corner! It was hers. I was so relieved. 

“I couldn’t really leave you like that! I felt guilty!” she said untying me. She left the gag till last and found it highly amusing watching me take it off, mmpphhing in pain as it pulled out clumps of hair! (Remember It was wrapped around my head!) 

Her Mum piped the car horn again. “I told her I’d left something.” She said. “I’d better go. See you tomorrow.” She said fiendishly, and with that she left. 

She didn’t tie me up again for about a month after that, but the next day we had a good laugh about it. Neither of us had taken it very seriously. It was just a bit of a laugh and things were more or less back to normal. Luckily she’s never told anyone about our little adventures and neither of us mentions it anymore. Sometimes though, when we do talk about other things we used to do, like Playstation competitions on evenings together after school, I see a little gleam in her eye and a grin on her face! 

I’ve got lots more stories of when she tied me up, plus a few of times I’ve tied her. One even involves her older sister. Don’t worry there not all as long as this! I just thought as this is the first one I’d give it a good go. 

Hope you enjoyed it. 
Look forward to hearing your views. 

Gags R Great. 

I was 15, as were all my friends. We were bored one day, so decided to have a war, a water gun battle..and taking prisoners was allowed. We broke into teams...Me, Brian, Ryan, and Matt were one team, while Jake, Paul, Parker, and Jim were the other team. 

We each had walkie talkies, in order to communicate. We picked our fort and we each had a treasure we had to steal from the other team...first to steal it or capture all the other teammates won. 

We made a plan, we would first capture as many as possible than storm their fort. We split up. I walked a while, not seeing anybody. Suddenly I came upon the enemies fort. I was shocked at what I saw..it was empty!! I lifted my walkie up to my mouth, when suddenly a hand grabbed it out of mine. I turned around..."HEY!!!" I saw Jake standing there...he smiled and quickly stuffed his other hand over my mouth. I MMPHED loudly and he pulled me to his body...his hand over my mouth and my head leaned against his shoulder, looking up at him 
"Got ya Justin...let's go!" 

He started to drag me to the camp, and suddenly I saw Paul come out from behind a tree. 

"we got one Paul...here take him while I get the rope." 

Jake pushed me over to Paul..who immediately grabbed me and clamped his hand over my mouth. Jake came back with rope and duct tape. 

He ripped off a piece of tape and moved towards me...still being held tightly by Paul. 

"Actually, I know that you hate feet, right Justin." 

My eyes went wide and I protested from underneath Paul's palm. 

Jake smiled and he bent over and took off his shoe. He than took off his sock and walked over to me...Paul forced my mouth open, and Jake stuck his smelly sock in my mouth..>I almost gagged...he than took the tape and covered it over my mouth. 

"Tie him up Paul." 

Paul grabbed me and brought me too a tree... 

WILL I BE SAVED!!! 

To be continued...

Here in the UK, it's the generic name for what Americans call duct tape. To be proper gaffer tape, it must be black, as used for insulating and securing cables by theatre or movie electricians, who are traditionally known as gaffers. 

The same stuff in other colours is also informally called gaffer tape, unless it happens to be silver or grey, the colour of air conditioning ducts. Then some of us call it duct tape. 

There is evidence that this waterproof cloth tape was originally called "duck tape" because it repelled water like a duck's feathers, but was changed to "duct tape" when air conditioning ecame common in the US. There is actually a brand called Duck, though. 

An American contact told me that the name "gaffer" or "gaffer's" tape is reserved over there for a specific tough, very expensive matt finish tape in black or grey. Though it is highly adhesive, the fabric is less flexible than that of most duct or (in the UK)gaffer tapes. Unless weatherproofing is a requirement, British theatres, and even studios, use a cheaper shiny black tape with an open weave that lets it conform to compound curves - as found on faces! :-) 

Heck, they're all expensive unless you're in the trade and can buy in bulk; here at least, cloth tape is not something ordinary kids can afford to waste on tie-up games, hence the suspicion with which one views stories where it's used in great quantity.

Peace out all, keep posting them! 
 

Donn'as Mom sent us down in the basment near while Donna's older brother Bobby was outside cutting the grass and doing other duties. You kid's play and have a good time, her Mom said. 

Even at 14, I resented being called a kid. At 14, I felt like I was a young adult, but playing with Donna was always fun. 

Donna had the cutest lips and was always making wise cracks to me. Suddenly I had an idea. Up to this point, I had never been tied nor had I ever tied anyone up, but I always wanted to and Donna was aching for it. 

I looked in my Aunt's laundry basket and noticed some neat things like was rags, towels, bandana's, dish towels, wash rags my Aunt's robe and the tie that went around it. And some other things. 

Donna keep on with the wise cracks so I grabbed one of the dish towels and put it over her mouth. Blubbbbbbblubbbblubbbb. Sounded like music. But alas, Donna's hands were free and she quickly pulled the towel off her her mouth and started to call for her mother. I quickly put my hand over her mouth and told her I was just fooling around. If you call your Mom she is going to think something is wrong and make us go upstairs or maybe even give us some work to do (heaven forbid!) 

Donna nodded okay so I removed my hand. 

"Why did you do that?" She asked. 

"To keep you quiet! You keep making wise cracks and it's getting old and you know what..." 

Donna interupted me by placing her hand over my mouth, palms first. 

"Sorry, I guess I am a little hard on you. So, so sooory. I'll be nice." 

Donna removed her hand from my mouth and then said; "sorry cous. I get abused by my older brother Bobby all the time. I guess it seems normal to pick on somebody else. How can I make it up to you?" 

My eyebrows went up and I said, "Let me tie you up. We have the stuff right here. There is a girl at school that is always talking about getting tied up and this will give me a chance to proactice. Do you mind?" 

Donna wiggled her nose a couple of times, thought about it and then finally said "okay!" 

And I thought "YES!" 

I looked inside the laundry basket and first thing I pulled oout was Donna's Mom's robe. I pulled the cotton belt that went around and told Donna to turn around and put her hands behind her back. 

I crisscrossed them and tied her hands. Donna said the fabric was soft and nice. She said being tied up wasn't so bad after all. 

Then I had Donna sit down on a chair and I grabbed a bandana and used that to tie her little feet. Again Donna commented how soft the fabric was and that it felt pretty good. 

Then I grabbed another bandana and placed it over Donna's eyes. Donna called out, "I can't see." 

"No kidding! Pretty soon you won't be able to talk either." was my response. 

"Nah, nah, nah. I didn't agree to that. I only said you could tie me up. This is going too far." 

"You promised me that I could have my way. You said you wanted to make it up to me. Are you renigging on your promise?" 

"I don't know this is a little scary. Can't see and now you want to silence me too." 

"I am your cousin, not some rapist. Now hush up." 

"I don't know blubbbblubbbbmmmmmppphhhh." 

I stuck a wash rag over Donn'as mouth reinforced with a bandana that I tied tightly behind her head. 

"You were saying what Donna?" 
 

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! 

She was getting mad and louder. 

"I didn't catch that, what did you say?" 
 

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. 

"Now that is the way I like you Donna. Your big mouth shut. No sense struggling, I tied a really strong knot and nobody can hear you except me. Now about those wise cracks.." 

MMMMMMIIIMMMSORRRYYYYMMMMMPPPHHHHHH. 

Sounded like "I'm sorry" but couldn't make it out. 

"As I was saying, about those wise cracks, seeing you like this absolves you and relieves me of all the pain from those stupid remarks. WHY do you do that anyway?" 

MMMMMMMMIIIIMMMMMMSOOORRRYYYPPPHHHHHH! 

"No problem, to me this is like going to confession and somehow, those wisecracks just don't carry that much weight anymore. Do you know how cute you look all tied up like that?" 

MMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHH! 

"Sorry, I didn't get that one either." 
 

UHHHMMMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHH! 

"Now where is that ticklish spot you have?" 
 

MMMMNNOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPHHHHHHH! 

"Tickle, tickle little Donna." 

Donna started to squirm in her chair. I looked around the cellar and noticed t hat my Uncle had some rope. I pulled Donna, chair and all to the work bench where my Uncle had the rope. I then tied the rope between Donna's arm around the chair and between her other arm. Now she was secured to the chair. 

mmmwwhhhattareyyyouuuudoooinngggpppphhh. 

"I am just making sure that you don't fall Donna." 

All of a sudden I heard someone coming down the steps. At first I thought it was Donna's Mom, instead it was her older sister Gina. another knockout. 

I hid behind some boxes while Gina came over to observe her bound and gagged little sister. She stood over her, smiled and started laughing. 

"Who did this to you?" (like Donna could answer!) 
 

MMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHH" 

"Who? You have to speak clearer. I can't understand you." 
MMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 

Now Donna was getting louder and a little ticked off. 

Now I started thinking: How about a 2 for 1 deal? Yeah sound good. 

Gina had no idea I was there. She did her once around, didn't see anybody and went about teasing her little sister probably figuring that brother Bobby was the culprit. 

I saw a roll of silver duct tape buut didn't want to use that because I knew that will alert Gina, so I grabbed another wash rag and a bandana and quickly gagged Gina before she knew anything was happening. She tried to reach up and remove the gag, but I was too fast for her. Now I grabbed another bandana and tied Gina's hands behind her back. Gina was mmmmppphhhing like crazy and wondering what the heck was going on, but I suspected she assumed i t was brother Bob. 

I then blindfolded Gina, grabbed a piece of rope and tied her feet and put her on the floor right beside her sister Donna. Since I didn't speak, Gina had no earthly idea who I was or what was happening. Donna was still gagged and couldn't share any insight. I was really enjoying this. 

If Donna was a beauty, sister Gina was even nicer. She was about three years older, had long black hair, parted in the middle, really beautiful like movie star/model beautiful and really developed in the right places. She was the hottest thing in school at Sr. High or so I was told. Hands tied behind her back caused her chest to protrude and even at 14, my hormones were running. 

I just stood there silent as both Gina and Donna were mmmmmppphhhhing but all to no avail. This was great. Then I had another idea; a camera, I need a picture of this. 

I went upstairs and asked my Aunt if they had a camera. That Donna needed it and sent me up to get it. My Aunt was only too happy to cooperate and even showed me how to use it. 

"Do you want me to come down and help you with that." 

"Noooooooooooooo. No. that is not necessary." 

I couldn't wait to take a picture of my very attractive captives and kept thinking how I was going to raze them for th rest of their lives about this. Donna was great, but Gina who was older, now that was a great surprise. 

Oh well. I tightly tied the hands and feet of a female acquaintance of mine once, even so far as to give her ropeburns (oops), but she got over it very quickly. However, she knew of my interests well beforehand, so it wasn't a surprise to her. 

I don't know the best way to break to someone that you're interested in this stuff. I guess you just have to learn the way I did. 

Anyone here got suggestions? 

And thanks for the story. I really liked it.

Just letting anyone who cares know - I'm still here! Joy!

I have been enjoying this page for some time and thought it was time to contribute. 
My name is Susan I am an average looking twenty-something girl who has messed around with bondage ever since I was a kid. While I had been playfully tied up a few times when I was 8 or 9 my first memorable experience took place when I was 13. It was a hot summer day. I dressed in shorts a tank top and white sneakers as I rode my bike the mile or so from our house to a large park where I frequently went to hang out with my friends. On the way I had to pass the house of my friend Linda. She was my age. Linda had an older brother Carl who I sort of liked when he wasn’t busy being a jerk. He was 15 and spent most of his time playing sports but when he wasn’t hanging around with his jerky friends he was pretty cool. Anyway, as I rode by their house I heard Carl calling me from the front porch. I turned my bike around and peddled into their driveway. Hey, what’s up? I asked. You got time to come in for a while? Asked Carl. I don’t know I said, What’s going on? Oh nothing much answered Carl, It’s just that Janet and me are busy torturing Linda and I figured you might want to help. WOW! I didn’t know what was really going on but he sure got my attention. Oh yeah right like you are really torturing your sister! I replied in my most sarcastic tone. No really. He said, come see for yourself. I climbed off my bike and leaned it up against the garage door. I walked up to and past Carl as entered the front door. 
The living room was dark except for the sun beaming through the side windows, which cast long shadows across the floor. Carl walked past me closing the door behind. Follow me, he said as he led me through the living room and down the hall past the kitchen. Both his and her parents worked so no one was home during the day. During summer vacation the kids were trusted on their own, so it would be hours before there was anyone else in the house. 
Carl led the way down the basement stairs and through the rec room. We came to a halt outside the door to a room I didn’t remember noticing on previous visits. As we paused Carl turned to me and said, Remember Susan this is a secret so not a word to anyone. I promise I said. As he opened the door he said welcome to our torture chamber! We both walked in and I couldn’t believe my eyes. They had taken an old bed frame and set it up on some blocks to make it higher. The mattress had been replaced with a piece of plywood that fit the frame perfectly. They had Linda stretched out between the four corners of their invention tied hands and feet with cotton ropes. Her light brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing the bottoms to a string bikini and a Band-Aid elastic top that just covered her small yet firm breasts. Her blindfold was a sleep mask and her mouth was taped shut with several pieces of silver duct tape that reached from ear to ear. She was covered with beads of sweat and appeared to be trembling. Janet was stand over the table grinning from ear to ear. She liked up as we walked in, good, the more the merrier! Nodding in my direction she asked Carl, Is she victim or tormentor? Oh she’s here to help out---for now. He said. Good said Janet. She can help me with the ice torture. Come closer she said, taking my arm and pulling me up to the table. Reaching in a near by bowl she picked up an ice cube. Now watch and learn. I watched as she steadied Linda’s left ankle with one hand and began slowly running the ice cube up the sole of Linda’s foot. Linda began to MMMMMMM in the key of “A”, struggling in vain against her bonds. Janet seemed to be really enjoying herself. She had a wide grin on her face that only got wider as her defenseless victim squirmed and suffered! 

I must admit that I found myself getting strangely excited as I stood by watching the action. Janet didn’t stop until the ice cube was almost all completely melted. OK your turn; she said holding the bowl out in front of me. I hesitated for no more then a second before I took an ice cube of my own. Then almost without thinking I grabbed Linda’s right ankle and began to trace the edge of her foot with the cube. She instantly started to struggle and MMMMMM all over again. I loved the feeling of power as I felt her ankle trembling in my hand. Now I understood the smile on Janet’s face before. The feeling of total control and I loved it! Having spent several minuets turning her sole a bright ping I started wedging what was left of the ice cube between her toes. She was really fighting her bonds but I was on a trip of my own. What a rush! I was about to reach for a second ice cube when Carl called a time out. 
Good work ladies. Now I suggest we let her rest for a bit. We don’t want her wearing out to soon. We all agreed. After checking her bonds we went upstairs for some sodas and to talk over what we were going to do next. 
There is a lot more to this story and I will continue it later. I am concerned that this first installment is a bit long. Should I pair it down some in the future? 
 

Do you plan to share your other experiences, including those from when you first got tied up playfully? I'm interested in hearing about those as well.

Great story. Please continue. Who was Janet? Was Linda a willing victim or did Janet and Carl have to wrestle her down and tie her up? 

Thanks

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We four talked some more and I learned that this was not the fist time Linda had been tortured by Carl and Janet. It turned out that they had been involved in tie up games for quite some time. When I asked Linda why she had never told me about it she said it was because she wasn’t sure how I would react. (Little did she know!)? It was Janet’s idea to get me involved and Linda finally agreed. They had planed to invite me to a sleep over the 
Following weekend and spring it on me then. It was a coincidence that Carl had happened to see me riding by that afternoon and spontaneously invited me in. He figured it was a good dry run for the sleep over. 
After Linda had rested we made her kneel in the corner on the cold floor while we made a list of tortures we wanted to try on her at the sleep over. 

Yes I will continue 

Susan 

Well, I've always had a passion for bondage, since as long as I can remember. I would often see people tied up on tv and I always (still do) wanted to be bound up like them. It started out with me coming home from school each day, and using my old Karate belts to tie my legs up (i was only about 12 or 13, still new to it), and it moved on to tape, and after seeing something on tv, saran wrap became my next fancy, and that's where my story begins... 

I came home from school one day, and it was a half day so I had a whole 3-4 hours before my mom would come home, so i was very anxious to get started. I went to my basement, and grabbed some duct tape and on the way i grabbed the saran wrap. With excitement i ran down stairs. Now, anyone who has tried this will agree that if you do not have clothes on, saran wrap is tighter...so i stripped down to my boxers. i took the end of the saran wrap and put three pieces of duct tape on it, but so that the three pieces were hanging off the end. I then taped the end of the saran wrap to one of the round support beams in my basement. I then just walked away from the beam as the saran wrap rolled out, just waiting for me to wrap myself in it. I was really pretty pumped. 

So i got to my desired length, cut the saran wrap and held it against my body, between my arm and my side, so that my arms would be held against my sides. I then strongly duct taped my mouth shut, as i love to be tape gagged. I then just spun and wrapped my way to mummification! It worked surprisingly well, and i even got my legs bound by moving up and down while i was wrapping myself up. I could only move my ankles, and that was only little. So i got to the end of the wrap, and walked around the pole so that the tape would come off, and i could lay down and enjoy it. I layed down so that i could roll over the end of the saran wrap and seal my bondage! But something unexpected happened, which i did not take into account. 

The tape was still on the saran wrap. 

Needless to say, it quickly stuck to me, and thus completely ended any hope of unwrapping myself, as i did not have any open hands to take off the tape! 

i didnt realize it at the time, but here I was, mummified in tight saran wrap (i had put alot of pressure against it so itd be tight because i dont liek creases with saran wrap) and gagged tight with duct tape! I rolled around for a bit, struggling like nuts, just going crazy and having a great time totally helpless. Little did i know how helpless i was. 

I began to sweat, and as saran wrap gets very warm. i decided it was time to get out after about an hour. I started looking down at myself for the end of the wrap, but it was no where. i then realized what happened - i had taped myself in! 

i began mmmmmmphing, but of course i was home alone. i began struggling frantically and i was totally locked in. i thought it was game over. i started sliding myself all over the carpet trying to use the carpet as a scraper to scrape the tape off. After about 30 minutes of struggling like an angry worm, i managed to loosen the tape. i then rolled against it, thus loosening the saran wrap. Finally! I had opened up my window to escape! I was sweating like CRAZY by now, and had already decided on a shower if i ever got out. it took about another 1/2 hour to unwrap myself, but it got easier over time. 

I got free, balled up the wrap, and threw it into the trashcan. i then ran upstairs and as soon as i closed the bathroom door to shower, i heard the garage door opening. another 5 minutes struggling, i would have been busted! 

Well that's it, and I have plenty more stories to share, if you guys care to listen. Give me some feedback on this story, and let me know if youd like to hear another of mine. 

Until next time - Jeff

So tell all! =D

Really, joke aside, your story was nice, but I think people would appreciate it more if you used normal sentences;)

haha but yeah I think your right it prob is a fake story..

This site is for stories without sexual content

That isn't vague in the slightest.

My relatives had some property near a beach. They informed me that anytime I wanted to use their place it was mine. I just had to make sure it was available and that I would clean it after I was done. 

They had a full house with a second house in the back. A hammock was outside and the beach was only a 1/2 mile away. There were no houses nearby. It would be peaceful...like heaven. 

MARY and I dated twice before this. Nothing extraordinary. Just movies and dinner afterward. So I asked Mary how she felt about getting way for a day or even two days. 

She agreed but asked what I had in mind. So I told her about my relatives home by the beach. MARY loved to go to the beach and thought it would be neat. Typically she would go either with her family on a vacation or some of her cheerleader girl friends. She said she would have to let her parents think she was going with her girl friends..if they found out that she was going with a guy they would be insensed. 

So I suggested that she invite some of her girl friends along. I told her my relatives had a second home, sort of a mother-in-law home and between the two houses we could accomodate 6-10 people easy. 

MARY WAS EXCITED! 

In the meantime, I called my buddy Jeff and told him what was going on. Jeff and I were on the wrestling team. He was a 165 lb. wrestler and I was in the 154 lb class. I said we needed at least one more guy and told him what I had in mind. 

Jeff called Don. Mary called me and said she had three, maybe four girlfriends that would be interested; Terri, Karen and Vera. All cheerleaders and real knockouts. 

We had it planned so that Mary would get together with Terri and Vera and then meet Jeff, Don and I later. 

It was a nice summer Friday night. We stopped at Wendy's to get some burgers and fries and headed for our trip to the beach house about 20 miles away. Don was able to use his parents station wagon. Vera parked her car at her aunts house so Vera and Mary joined Jeff, Don and I. 

We arrived around 8:00 pm-ish, put our things away and checked out the premises. The girls liked the facilities. So did Don and Jeff. 

We just talked for several hours excitedly planning our weekend at the beach and figuring how much fun this would be. 

At this point Jeff suggested that the fun didn't have to wait untill the morning or at the beach. The girls were a little taken back and actually looked a little scared. 

Jeff and I indicated that we had no sex scandals in mind. Just some clean fun. At this point I asked if any of the girls wanted to watch a video. I had brought several (this was before dvd's) and my aunt and uncle had a vcr and a tv inthe other room. 

They asked "what kind of movies?" Just movies, no xxx or anything like that. One of the girls, I believe it was Vera said "Ah Shucks!" when I indicated that there were no xxx movies. She was somethingelse. 

What I didn't tell them was that they were all bondage movies. Jeff and I figured this would be a great way to get them in the mood. 

Jeff had some movies that he had taped from HBO. I made some popcorn and got the drinks out. And the movie started. 

I sat next to MARY while Jeff and Don sat near, but not by Vera and Terri. 

I don't remember the name of the movie but the part came on where the villian knocks out the damsel-in-distress. Ties her up and tapes gag her and then puts her behind a curtain. Soon the girls friends come in wondering where there friend is. Of course the villian says he has no idea while the poor damsel is helplessly B&G just a few feet away. 

I looked over at Mary and told her that would be neat to tie somebody up like that while her girl friends are close by and unable to hear her. 

MARY said this only happens in the movies, not in real life. You really think that a girl couldn't make enough noise to be heard with people so close by? 

"Wanna try it?" I asked. While Jeff and Don just laughed. 

"You need stuff for that don't you." 

I told Mary that I was sure that my Aunt and Uncle had something we could use (what I didn't tell her that I had brought enough ropes, tape and other goodies for all three girls) 

Vera said, "Hey, I have some extra panty hose you could use." 

That was one I really wasn't expecting. 

Then Terri chimed in and said that she had played tie up games as a child and it was fun but never as a adult. 

Don and Jeff then added that they loved bondage too and suggested agame. That we, the guys would tie up the girls and then once they got loose, they could tie us up. 

Terri was the first to respond. She said she used to tie up her little sister and was tied up by her older brother. She said she found it stimulating. 

Vera also said she had some bondage experience, but mostly as a teener and was eager to try it. 

I looked at Mary. She agreed and said why not. 

So I went into my room and pulled out my stuff. Vera came in with her panty hose and Terri had some scarves. 

Don and Jeff pulled a couple of chairs over for Terri and Vera and put them back to back. I wanted Mary to myself and told her to put her hands behind her back so I could start tying her up untill we decided where we would go from there. 

Vera pulled out a panty hose and already gagged herself. She was really into it. Terri wasn't quite that enthusiastic. 

I looked at Mary and said that everybody was having fun with this pulled her hands behind her back and started tying her hands, crisscrossed with a piece of rope. 

Reluctantly, Terri sat down in the chair behind Vera. With Mary tied up I picked her up and carried her over to another room. I layed Mary down on the floor and now tied her feet together. As I looked back into the other room where the rest of the gang was, I could see Don and Jeff tying Vera and Terri back to back in their chairs. 

I started to think this was easier than I had thought. 

I asked Mary how she felt about all this. She responded no problem and felt confident that she could get loose easily and that I would be next. I really didn't tie her that tight or so she thought. But I wasn't through yet either. 

I reached inside my bag and pulled out somemore rope and started tying around her torso, shoulders and upper arms pulling her arms in tighter. 

Mary just smiled and was still confident that she could break loose easlily. 

When I tied Mary's hands, I had made a type of a bow figure going around each wrist and then tying in the center. I also was careful to put the rope ends away from Mary's reach. She wasn't tight, but was secure. 

I then pulled out more rope and then tied Mary's thighs with the same bow formation. 

"Okay, I said. Let's see you break loose so you can do me...oooops I forgot one thing." 

I lulled a ballgag from my bag. Mary asked what that was. "Never seen one of these before." I asked. 

Mary responded negatively. Okay, I'll show you how it works. I got behind Mary and just before installing the ballgag I told her "It's a gag...they make these in New York. Very interesting and effective device." 
 

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 

Yes, very effective indeed. 
 

It was a hot summer day when I called Carla to come over for a sleepover. She agreed and she said that she would be over in a few minutes. I said goodbye and hung up, thinking that I would finally get to tie her up. I had the perfect plan. 

Before she came over, I gathered the materials that I might need to tie her up. Rope and duct tape. That's all I needed. 

When I heard the doorbell ring, I rushed over and let her in. 

"Hi" I said. 

"Hi" she replied. "What are we going to do?" 

"I was thinking of playing a game of UNO." 

"OK" 

"But there's gonna be some stakes added into this game." 

"Like what?" she asked, sounding interested. 

"The winner gets to tie up the other person any way they want, for however long they want." I was very confident, as I was sure of a victory for me. 

"You're on!" she said. 

We played the game, and it lasted much longer than I was expecting it to. But I won, and now my chance came at last! 

"Now I get to tie you up!" I said. 

"Oh, fine. But just don't do it too tight." 

I ran up to my room and got the rope and duct tape and hurried back downstairs. 

"But your hands behind your back" I ordered. 

She did as she was told, and I wrapped some rope around her wrists about 5 times, then between her wrists, and pulled it tight, but not tight enough that it would hurt. 

"Turn around" I ordered, and she did as she was told. I sealed her mouth with a few pieces of duct tape, and then helped her sit down on a chair. I wrapped some more rope around her body, securing her arms, making her more and more helpless. 

Then I tied her ankles together with some rope and helped her down onto the floor so that she was lying on her stomach. I took a final piece of rope and hog-tied her so tightly that her hands were almost past the ropes that bound her ankles. 

"Is it too tight?" I asked, and she shook her head no. 

"I'm going to let you out in an hour if you can't esacape, but if you can, you can tie me up." I was absolutely sure that she would not het loose, because nobody else had ever gotten out of this tie. I couldn't have been more right. 

When I untied her, she said that she didn't even want to try and get loose. She liked being tied up a lot and she said that she would like to do this again some other time. 

That's the end of my story. Hope you all liked it!

Before I start my story, I want to tell a little about the people involved. These events happened about six years ago (Between the ages of fourteen & fifteen). Anyway, first there was my best friend Mike (Who was fourteen), his older sister Cassie (Who was fifteen). Cassie had long brown hair & I sort of had a crush on her. (I think she knew this & took advantage of it in our games!). Cassie’s best friends also were involved. There was Laurie, who looked a little like Katie Holmes & Kristi, who was of Filipino descent, I believe. They were both around our age, but I really didn’t know how old exactly. To say the least, these two girls were very pretty & were around Mike’s house A LOT!. Also involved was Mike & Cassie’s older brother, Pete. Pete had just turned sixteen & to say the least was trouble! 
Mike told me that he used to pick on him & his sister a lot growing up. Well that “picking” on soon turned into capture games that included tickling. Mike told me that Pete really wasn’t all that bad & him & his sister had gotten use to his ways, but I always thought Pete was trouble. 

Anyway, one Saturday afternoon, Mike had invited me over to his house. Seeing no car, I figured that his parents were gone. That probably meant Pete was around somewhere. Knocking on the door, Mike soon answered it. 

“Hey I want to show you something,” he said as he led me inside & down to the basement. 

Suddenly I heard a mmmppphing sound. Mike led me over to it. On the floor was his sister Cassie, bound & gagged! As I just stood there mesmerized by what I was seeing, I was totally floored, literally by what happened next. Cassie suddenly sprung up & lunged at my legs. She hadn’t been tied up at all, just gagged! 

“Ha ha!!! Tricked ya!” she yelled as she took the cloth from her mouth. “Get him Michael!” 

Mike grabbed me from behind & held me down. My heart was pounding as I didn’t know what to expect. As Mike tied my wrists behind my back, Cassie silenced me with another white cloth, which found my open mouth. She made an effort to pull the gag tight & knot it. I couldn’t help but stare at her in her little jean shorts & long tanned legs. I was being bound & gagged by my best friend & his sister, who I liked alot! 

“Take off his shoes & socks Cassie” Mike ordered. 

Soon I was barefoot. Then it happened. Cassie started tickling my feet with her fingers! I tried to hold it in, but I was too sensitive, especially to Cassie’s touch. Mike then tied my ankles together. Now I was helpless as Cassie really went to town on my feet. 

“Mmmmmppppphhhh!!!!!!” I yelled. I couldn’t help it, her touch was too much as I rolled on the floor in bound & gagged state. 

“Ooohhhh!!! He is ticklish Mike” was about the only thing she said. Other than that she laughed hysterically at my plight. On the other hand, Mike was pretty silent. 

“Mmmppphhhh!!!!!!” I tried to make her stop, but the gag stopped any kind of speech. Part of me was dying from the torture, but another part of me loved every minute of it! 
About twenty minutes passed, then Cassie stopped. As she stood up, Mike then grabbed her & clamped a hand over her mouth! I could tell she was going along with it by the way she giggled. Mike then put two big strips of duct tape over her mouth & tied her hands behind her back. 

“Now it’s your turn sis!” Mike said as he quickly tied her ankles together & started tickling her feet & legs. High-pitched squeals came out of Cassie’s mouth. The girl was very sensitive! This was too much. I wanted badly to join in, but Mike had tied my hands very well, probably for a reason. 
Cassie was tickled for about twenty minutes as well, as I had a front row seat. Her squealing & thrashing about had an effect on me that I couldn’t explain. A little later on, Mike untied us. 

“Congratulations Ted” Cassie said 

“For what?” 

“For passing the test.” Mike added 

“So this is what’s it’s all about, your little capture games?” I asked, trying not to look too excited as Cassie ran upstairs to do whatever. 

“Yep” Mike replied “But the real fun starts when Cassie’s friends, Laurie & Kristi show up” 

My mind was spinning. How much more fun could we have. I was about to find out although I didn’t know that Pete had his own plan in mind for us. 

We went upstairs and I sat down on her bed this was the first time I’d been in her room as her parents were a little prudish. She went to get some rope from her sisters room and return the handcuffs. I stayed sat down but had a good look around the room for a few minutes before Nikki returned carrying a small backpack. She threw the bag to the floor and drew her curtains. 
“Are you sure you want to do this” she asked me. 
“Why not?” I replied as calmly as I could despite my excitement. 
She picked some black nylon rope out of the backpack and told me to put my hands behind my back. She began to tie my wrists and I started to quiz her more about her sister and to her views toward bondage to see if this was a scenario likely to be repeated. 
“Debbie’s well into tying herself up when she can. That’s how I found out about it – walking in to her room and finding her tied. She goes to work wearing a chastity thingy and asked me to buy her a ball gag for Christmas” she explained. 
“Does she ever tie anyone else up?” I asked 
“I don’t think so. She was gonna ask her old boyfriend but they separated before she had the chance. She’s tied me up a few times to practice when I owed her favours…” 
“Did you like it?” 
She paused. 
“Honestly?” I continued 
“Honesly…. Yeah, it felt nice. She’s pretty good at it.” 
She tied off the rope and stood in front of me. “This is the first time I’ve ever tied anyone tough…” she continued provocatively. “How is it?” 
I had a little tug at my restraint. “Snug,” I replied “But surprisingly comfortable” 
“Good, but we’re not done yet” she promised as she took another length of rope, kneeled and began to tie my ankles. 

She quickly finished tying them too and again I tested them. I told her they were the same. She smiled at me and then told me there was one more thing that she had forgot to mention. I was intrigued but a little concerned. She explained that she wouldn’t be decent when she returned from the shower to get dressed. 
“I’m going to have to blindfold you…” 
Ok I thought. I would have liked a show but there would be time for that later. 
“I don’t know where Debs keeps her blindfold but I found this one” 
She took out a blindfold covered with pink fur. It was a little feminine but who would know. I agreed to the blindfold and she quickly put it on. She told me that she’d be in the shower a while and if I wanted her she instructed me to shout her. She also reminded me about our bet. 
She left and I started to wriggle my wrists trying to free them…. Unsuccessfully. They were really secure. I wasn’t too dismayed. I was already going to pay for the dinner regardless and as a bonus I’d had my very first bondage experience with a girl I adored. I decide not to try for much longer and just relaxed on the bed. 

I could here Nikki humming in the shower and set about naming that tune. Ironically, I’m sure it was the Queen classic ‘I Want to Break Free.’ A little time passed when, quite predictably, the door downstairs slammed shut. 
“Nick!!!” came the call, “who’s car is it in the drive?” 
I could hear the footsteps climbing the stairs then approaching the bedroom door. There was a faint knock on the door before it squeaked open. 
I knew of course Debbie, as the figure came closer. I just hoped she hadn’t recognised me. 
“Evening” I said, the reply to which was simply; nice blindfold. 
I heard Nikki return to the room. She told Debbie about the bet but not who I was. Debbie sounded quite amused by the situation. I sat up again and looked toward the source of the noise. 
“Nice day at work?” I asked 
There was no reply to me but Debbie scolded Nikki light heartedly “You didn’t even gag him?” 
With that she came close again and started messing with my bonds. She commented that they were really good. She asked to take a peek at who it was…. She hadn’t recognised me. Nikki told her no and ushered her out of the room. Nikki said she’d be back shortly and closed the door behind her. 
It occurred to me that even though Debbie hadn’t known me she would see me as we left. As I was thinking of what to say the door opened and Nikki gently pushed me back to lie on the bed and straddled me just above my waist. She began to kiss me and then all of a sudden I felt a small ball be placed in my mouth. She lifted my head and buckled the gag at the back. She helped me sit back up then took off the blindfold. The light blinded me for a second but soon it was revealed to me that it wasn’t Nikki. 
“Matt?” gasped Debbie chuckling to herself menacingly. “How are you?” 
A stupid question really considering she’d just removed my ability to talk. 
“Debbie!!!” Nikki yelled as she returned to the room 
“I was just curious” she defended 
Nikki came over to remove the gag but found it locked on. 
“Give me the key” she demanded 
“It’ll cost you” 
“Cost what?” queried Nikki 
“A couple of hours of both your time..” 
“For what?” 
“More of this” stated Debbie 
“Give us a minute” requested Nikki “Do you want to?” She asked me. 
We didn’t have a lot of choice so I nodded. 

Nikki told Debbie yes and she quickly released the gag. As they release my other restraints I asked when, claiming I wouldn’t be home for 4 weeks. They agreed we’d do it then. 

That was just under a week ago so there’s not long to go. I intend to keep my end of the bargain. If it goes ahead I’ll be sure to post it. Assuming of course you want to here.

Anyway this happened on a Saturday afternoon when I went over to Mike’s house. Cassie had invited Laurie & Kristi over, where Mike & me would capture them & with Cassie’s help, tickle them as well. I was becoming more & more involved in their games & I was very excited about it. But it was about to take a new turn & that turn was Pete. 

I walked up to the house & just like last time, no car. This time I would probably run into Pete. Sure enough he answered the door. I asked where Mike & Cassie were. He told me Cassie was taking a nap upstairs, but Mike was down in the basement. Brushing Pete aside, I hurried down the stairs. Looking around I didn’t see Mike. As I started to call Mike’s name out, a sense of dread came over me. Just then a hand clamped over my mouth! Pete’s voice then filled the air. 

“Ssshhhh! You’ll wake my sister up” he said as he removed his hand. 

My heart was pounding. Obviously Mike had been captured, now it was my turn, then Cassie & her friends probably? Pete then led me over to a door. The door opened to a small office that his dad had in the basement. On the floor was Mike, bound hand & foot. He tried to talk through the red bandana that was tied between his teeth. 

“Pete, what’s going on?” I protested to no avail as Pete started to tie my wrists behind me. 

“What does it look like Ted?” he answered. “Ruining all you guys plans for your little game you had cooked up for Laurie & Kristi” 

“How did you know that?” I asked, forgetting all the ways of he could possibly find out 

“I have my ways Ted,” He added as he sat me on the floor & tied my ankles. “And when Cassie wakes up, she’ll be joining you. And maybe I’ll have to tickle her for more information or unless of course either one of you have anything to say?” 

Right then I could only think of Cassie bound & gagged again & being tickled senselessly 

“No only Cassie knows” I added 

“Good. Now to shut you up” Pete added as he gagged me with a blue bandana, pulling it into my mouth & knotting it tight. I could only let out a loud mmmppphhh as I looked at Mike, helpless as I was as Pete left & shut the door. I tried to free myself, but got nowhere. I remember that Pete had been in the scouts, so obviously knew a thing or two about knots. 
About ten minutes later, I heard a commotion upstairs. Cassie was awake & Pete knew it. I heard mmmpphing sounds then the basement door opening. Soon after, Pete led Cassie in the room already bound & cleave-gagged with a yellow bandana. After Pete sat his kid sister down, he tied her ankles & then did what I had been waiting for. Cassie had no chance as Pete tickled her good. Squeals filled the room as Mike & I laughed behind our gags at Cassie’s dilemma. A few minutes later, Pete stopped. 

“I don’t know what you two are finding so funny,” he said. “As soon as Laurie & Kristi get here, I’m going to turn both of them loose on you. I want to see who the most ticklish is.” 

I stared wide-eyed at Mike. Did I hear Pete right? Laurie & Kristi were going to tickle us? As soon as Pete left, Cassie mmmppphhhed to her brother as she scooted across the carpeted floor. She then put her back up against his. They proceeded to try & untie each other. It was quite a sight, seeing them fumble for the knots on the others wrists. In a few minutes, the doorbell rang. My heart was pounding. One way or another, I was going to enjoy the next few minutes, even if it was getting tickled. I could only hope that Pete didn’t double cross the girls, tie them up as well & HE would tickle all of us. 
I heard the Basement door open & then giggling. Cassie & Mike gave up trying to free themselves, as she scooted back near me. The door opened again & Pete led Laurie & Kristi in the room. Laurie really looked a lot like Katie Holmes, even with her hair in a ponytail. Kristi looked at all of us & then pointed at Mike. 

“Your mine Michael!” she shouted as she went over to him & started tickling him all over! 

“Mmmppphhh!!!! Grrrmmmppphhh!!!!!!” Mike was saying as the young Asian girl knew exactly where to tickle him. I was next as Laurie kneeled next to me & smiled. To say the least my heart was in my throat as I waited for her fingers to the damage. Suddenly she started. All over my feet, then my legs. Then she tickled my sides. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I mmmpppphed really loud as I didn’t care. I could see Cassie being tickled again by her brother & Mike being really tortured by little Kristi. 

“Mmmppphhh!!!! Grrrrmmmpppphhhhh!!!!!!” I yelled as I bit down on the gag as Laurie really worked my sides. She only laughed as she kept doing it. Tears soon welled in my eyes from laughing so hard. This was pure torture, but what a torture! 
For the next half-hour, Cassie , Mike & me were worked over pretty well. Pete then made a comment about us being punished for plotting to capture the girls without involving him. 

A little while later, Pete & the girls untied us. Not suprisingly, Mike & me were already plotting to “kidnap” Cassie to help lure the girls into a trap! 

Many thanks-

I also like stories with groups such as a paintball war, watergun fight or manhunt. 

Maybe you have a story of both like I do! 

I will post my own stories soon. 

Thanx 

To quickly recap – Dena was the girl I idolized, and we’d been best of friends since we were little. Our mothers (both of whom were divorced) were best friends and that’s how we met. Dena was blonde, beautiful, incredibly cool, very popular, and had worked her way up to a black belt in karate. She did competitions and was able to do things like break boards with her feet. She loved me like a brother and we had lots of fun together. 

We “played” together a lot – wrestling, playfighting, little tickle fights. That kind of stuff. But until this first time she had never tied me up. I was no match of her, obviously. Tickling, though, was something Dena was fond of – probably because I’m about the most ticklish guy in the world. Prior to the first tie-up, when Dena would tickle me it would be for a few seconds, maybe a minute here or there. But that was it and I was certain I couldn’t take anymore than that. 

When my mother worked late, I would often sleep at Dena’s house. On this particular occasion, it was a Friday and her Mom was heading out of town for a weekend at her sister’s (Dena’s aunt) when I arrived around 4. I saw her as I walked in with my bags and said hi. 

“Hi doll” she said to me, giving me a hug. “Dena’s in the basement working out. You staying over?” (Dena had a pretty elaborate workout room in the front half of the basement, with mats and heavy bags and stuff like that.) 

“Sure am, Mrs. J. One of these days you’ll have to charge me rent,” I said and we laughed. 

“Actually, Dena mentioned something about givng you a karate lesson,” her mom said. “Don’t let her hurt you.” And with another laugh she was off. 

I dropped my bag in the spare room upstairs where I slept, walked down through the den, and then went down the few stairs into the basement. Dena was there stretching on the floor. She wore light blue linen pants that she worked out in (like a combo between hospital scrubs and pajamas) and a grey V-neck workout T-shirt. She had on sneakers. There were mats on the floor, two stereo/radios on a bench, weights in the corner, two heavy bags hanging, and hooks on the wall with several pieces of rope (jump ropes, I imagined), workout belts, and towels. She spotted me and got up. 

“Hey, Jess. I was just going to get started. How about you watch for a while and then I’ll give you a lesson. You’ve learned some good stuff so far,” Dena said. 

“You’re Mom said don’t hurt me” I joked. 

“Hee hee hee,” Dena said. “Little ol’ me? I don’t know where she got that idea. Hurt you? Never.” 

“Dena, the last time you gave me a ‘lesson ‘ you wound up pinning me down and poking my rubs until I cried ‘Uncle!’ Remember? Your mom heard that – I was so embarrassed!” 

“Hee hee,” Dena giggle some more. “I know, I’m just big bad Dena, right? And now I’ve lured you into my lair! Gee whiz, your paranoid!” 

“Yea, I’m staring at a wall filled with ropes and a woman who’s a black belt. I’m TOTALLY safe!” I joked. 

“Those are jump ropes, you sick minded freak. 4-footers, 6-footers, and 8-footers. They’re for exercise – not binding you!” 

“I put nothing by you, lady.” 

We laughed and joked and she finished her stretching. 

“Tell you what,” Dena said. “We’ll send out for some dinner tonight and maybe play a game. OK? (I nodded) I don’t need to work too long. Let’s have a little lesson, first. Me and you.” 

I said OK. 

Dena came to the edge of the mat and kicked off her shoes. She had on grey athletic socks that matched her T-shirt. “Take your shoes off,” Dena said. 

“Uh, not thanks. I prefer to keep them on” and I stepped onto the mat. 

“Jess, we’re going to practice take downs, and I’d rather you be in socks than shoes. Take ‘em off,” Dena said again. 

“Uh uh. My rule. My shoes stay on,” I said emphatically, standing in the center of the mats. I felt a little more secure with my sneakers on was all – though I don’t know why I made a big deal out of it. 

“OK – my gym, my rules,” Dena said, this time emphatically and slowly. “Take off your shoes, or I will take them off for you!” 

I tried to move quickly away but Dena hit the ground, swung her feet out in a sweeping motion, hooking my legs and bringing me down. She then scissored my feet between her legs and pulled my sneakers off. I tried to get up but she held me down, laughing, and quickly pinned me. 

“Are you going to give me a hard time?” she asked. “Do I have to beat ya up?” 

“Looks that way doesn’t it?” I said, trying to break free. She held me tight to the ground. 

“OK, it’s lesson time. That’s one strike, by the way. You get to 3 and you’re in trouble.” 

We practiced kicks for our lesson and I was getting OK with it. We spent about 15 minutes practicing and it went well. She was pleased and said she wanted to see 3 quick kicks on the heavy bag and then we were done. 

“OK,” I said. “But guess what I want in return?” 

“Oh geez, Jess. You want me to do a flying one?” Dena asked. 

“Yep. It’s soo cool.” This was where with a running start she would stop just before the bag, jump in the air in 360 motion and kick the bag. It really was cool – she always had me hold the bag when she did this, so the bag wouldn’t give and she wouldn’t fall. 

“Oh, alright. You give me three good ones on the bag and then I’ll do it, OK? Then I need 10 minutes to warm down and I’m done. OK?” 

I agreed and gave her three good kicks on the heavy bag. Dena was impressed. Now she prepared to do her running kick, and I prepared a little joke. When she swung her feet to kick, I would move the bag out of the way to make her fall. Payback for stealing my shoes. 

“Hold that bag, OK?” she said and I nodded. She ran at it, stopped, jumped, spun, and kicked…and missed. I move the bag out of the way and she fell straight to the floor. We both laughed and she got up slowly. 

“Ah hah!” Dena said, laughing. “Verrrrry funny. Looks like I have a little joker in the house. Well, joke about this!” And she lunged at me, knocking me down and pinning me again. I struggled to get up to no avail. 

“You know, maybe I SHOULD use those ropes for something else,” Dena said, staring down at me. 

“Like what,” I said., trying to break free. 

“Like tying you up! You have two strikes on you and a 3rd might just wind you up all tied up!” Dena laughed. “You better knock it off, or else!” 

”Oooh, I’m scared!” I mocked.

“Nah, you’re not scared,” Dena said, “but you ARE still ticklish, right?” 

Now I was a little spooked. 

“N-n-n-nooo, Dena, please…” 

“Oh, so now you want to be NICE?” Dena asked. I nodded. “Your last chance. DON’T push it. Now go sit quietly for 10 – only 10, that’s all. I need to warm down.” 

Dena got up and unpinned me and went to do her bag routine. She went over to the first radio and put on classical music – soft stuff. It’ how she cooled down, with half-stretching and half-yoga. I looked at the other CD while she closed her eyes and got very relaxed on the floor. The other CD player had dance-type music that she worked out to. 

I got an idea that, in hindsight, changed our relationship. How funny would it be if I blared the dance music right in the middle of her relaxation? Pretty funny, I thought. Yeah, I know I was pushing my luck, but I was 14 and 14-year-olds are generally stupid and obnoxious. And we loved pushing each other’s buttons. 

Just as Dena was in the lotus position, I quietly flipped the switch for the other player. Dance music blared and she must have jumped sky-high. I fell to the ground laughing my ass off. I have to tell you, it was funny. 

“Oh, that is IT! You just couldn’t leave it alone, could you?” Dena said, hopping to her feet and going to the wall where the ropes hung. “Now, you are MINE! You’re DEAD!” 

Dena grabed all three ropes off the wall and began to advance on me, grinning like the cat playing with a mouse. 

Now at this point I had a problem, because the ropes hung on the wall near the staircase out of there, and the stereos were in the far corner. I hadn’t planned an escape route, and Dena basically had me trapped. Uh oh. 

“Come ‘ere, sweetie. Time to tie you up!” Dena said, running at me. I had no time to react and just fell to the floor, basically surrendering. I was laughing hysterically and Dena rolled me on my stomach, grabbed my hands, and tied them behind my back. 

“What are you, kinky?” I yelled. Verbal abuse was all I had left. “Some kind of kinky weirdo?” 

“Oh, I’m VERY kinky,” Dena said, holding another rope, and sitting on my back facing my feet. She looked over her shoulder to see me. “I’m just a bondage nut and you’re my very first victim! Now hold still and stop squirming while I tie your feet!” 

Dena tied my feet tightly at the ankles and then, with the same rope (must’ve been the 8-footer) lashed my knees together. She then rolled me over and sat on me at the waist, pinning me. 

She began to giggle maniacally. “Omigod! I can’t believe I tied you up! This is so cool! Looks like you’re my prisoner now, huh?” Dena said, still giggling. 

“DENA…” I shouted but then Dena clamped her had over my mouth tight, shutting me up. 

“Shhhh,” Dena whispered. “No yelling. Now I’m going to take my hand off your mouth and you’re not going to yell again, OK?” 

Handgagged and helpless, I nodded. Dena removed her hand from my mouth but stayed on top of me. 

“Dena,” I said quietly, “please untie me. You win. I won’t do it again. Please, untie the ropes and I’ll be good.” 

“No, you won’t do it again, and yes, you WILL be good, because now you’re ALL TIED UP! I think tonight’s plans just changed – I’m going to kidnap you instead. And you will be my little ‘kidnap boy.’ 

(Thus, a nickname was born). 

“Oh, God, Dena…” 

“Wait here. I’ll be right back,” Dena said, getting to her feet. She stood with her feet at my head and said slowly and sharply. “Do not move! If you do the punishment will be severe.” 

Dena left me tied up on the floor and walked into the back of the cellar, where I heard her doing something at the washer/dryer. I stayed bound and still – I thought it best. She came around the corner with a laundry basket full of socks and t-shirts. 

“I almost forgot – I told my Mom I’d unload the dryer and fold these shirts and socks. OK,” she said, putting the basket down. “That’s for later. Back to business.” 

Dena grabbed a folding chair from against the wall and brought it over to where I was and sat in it, her feet at my head. She crossed her legs so one foot dangled just over my face and folded her arms. 

“Now,” Dena said, “what to do with our little hostage here. First I think a very serious apology is in order!” 

“Sure Dena, but could you move your feet first?” I asked, stupidly. “Your socks…” 

“What about my socks, Jess? Are they smelly? Are you insulting me by saying I have foot odor?” Dena asked, he foot staying there. 

“Well, no…it’s just that…you’ve been working out…” 

“Oh, that is strike 4! You’re dead! And I just got a great idea. Hey kidnap boy, say hello to my little friend!” Dena said, and then she put her socked-foot over my mouth. I tried to scream but her foot was firm. No, the smell wasn’t great (not terrible, but this was also more than a bit humiliating. 

“Good! Enjoy my foot for a gag, you little creep! Consider it your first lesson,” Dena taunted while I tried to writhe out of the way. But her other foot stayed on my chest and I wasn’t going anywhere. 

“Now, let’s see. Now that I finally have you quiet, I can think of your punishment. If 3 strikes means I tie you up, 4 strikes has to be MUCH WORSE!” 

I was screaming now into Dena’s foot as she gagged me with it, but she didn’t care. She looked down at me, giggling for about 20 seconds, and then said, “I’m now ready to pass sentence. Does the defendant wish to say anything prior to being sentenced?” 

Again I tried to scream but Dena’s foot kept me quiet. I struggled to free my hands but they were tightly tied behind my back. 

“Hmm, seems the cat’s got his tongue. OK, we shall now pronounce sentence on our little kidnap boy,” Dena said, leaning down but keeping her foot firm on my mouth. “I sentence you to the maximum sentence allowed by law for receiving 4 strikes from your wonderful friend Dena. Your sentence is…death…BY TORTURE! You shall be tortured to death!” 

I continued to scream into her foot, giddy and scared. 

“I need to take my foot off your mouth for a minute to get everything ready for the torture,” Dena said. “DO NOT MOVE, AND DO NOT SAY A WORD! Trust me, the torture will only get worse – and LONGER – you do. And if you move or say a peep, you get another foot gag – only this time without the sock. BARE feet! Think about that for a minute. Remnember, not a word.”

Dena’s foot came off my mouth and I gasped for air, remaining still, while she went across the room, grabbed the heavy bar from her weight set (it weighed 45 pounds) and rolled ir over to where I was, at my feet. She then loaded up plenty of weight – I think about 100 lbs. per side, and locked it in. She then grabbed my bound feet, grabbed the final piece of rope, and tied them down to the barbells. Basically, I was tied down at the feet to 250 lbs. or so, and the weights weren’t going anywhere (they weren’t round – more hexagonal) I couldn’t move my feet. 

“Almost ready, sweetie,” Dena said, pulling a long red sock out of the laundry basket. “Now, you can talk. Beg if you want. But nothing will save you from being tortured to death!” 
 

”Dena, don’t do this. Wh-what …what are you doing,” I said as Dena advanced on me with the red sock and an evil grin. For a moment I thought I’d be gagged again, but she crouched down and instead blindfolded me with the sock. As always, the blindfold was tight – not uncomfortable, but it wasn’t going anywhere. 

As I stammered for mercy, Dena got up and I could feel her moving toward my feet. “Oooh, someone’s scared, isn’t he?” Dena said. “Someone KNOWS he’s about to be tortured but good. Oh well.” 

That’s when I felt her taking my socks off, leaving my feet bare. 

“Hello, little tootsies. Would you like to know how I’m going to torture you? As if you couldn’t guess,” Dena giggled. “Your torture is I’m going to tickle you to death!” 

“DENA, NO! I CAN’T TAKE THAT! YOU KNOW HOW TICKLISH I AM. PLEASE DON’T!!!” 

“Hee hee hee. Yes, of COURSE I know how ticklish you are. That’s why I’m going to tickle you, silly. We’ll just see how much you can take…and maybe you’ll learn a lesson!” 

With that, Dena began to tickle the bottoms of my feet and in between my toes and I saw stars. I shrieked with laughter as she scratched the souls with her fingers and tickled my feet everywhere. This was brutal. 

“Tickle tickle, little footsies,” Dena said in a baby voice. “Ooh, such a ticklish wittle boy!” 

“AHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!!!” was all I could get out. 

“Yes, that’s why I didn’t gag you. Scream all you want. Your cries for help will never be heard,” Dena said villain-like, her fingers finishing up on my feet. “Let’s tickle you somewhere else.” 

That’s when I felt her savagely tickling my ribs and stomach. I tried to defend myself while screaming but Dena had tied my hands too well. I was now crying as well as laughing. 

“This is what you get! You get tickled by the master tickler for being bad!” Dena said, tickling my ribs and armpits with no letup. “You just had to go and be a little wiseass, huh? Well, let’s see how you like being tickle-tortured!” 
 

Denas tickle-torture continued without mercy for what seemed like forever. I begged and pleaded to no avail. I was helpless to Dena’s sadistic tickling fingers. 

By the time she got to my neck and starting running her fingers over it in light tickling strokes, I was moaning. I was laughed and screamed out. 
Finally, Dena took off my blindfold and stopped tickling me. I panted and felt tears while I laughed and gasped. Dena stood over me with her foot on my chest. 

“OK, you’ve had enough, honey. Don’t want to REALLY tickle you to death. Just a figure of speech. OK?” Dena said. 

“Th-th-th-th thank you,” I stammered, still near-hysterical. “Please untie me, Dena! I’ve learned my lesson!” 

“Um…noooo. No way will I untie you yet. I’ll release you from the torture chamber, but I’m going to bring you upstairs and keep you tied up for awhile. That’s the best deal you’re going to get, buddy. I won’t tickle you anymore, but I’m not untying you,” Dena said, and then she untied my feet from the barbell and helped me stand up. “Let’s get upstairs!” 

It took a while but Dena hopped me up to the den and sat me on the futon, still tied up. I was finally composed. 

“Dena, that was the cruelest – my God, I thought I was going to die!” I said. 

“I know,” Dena replied. “I know how ticklish you are, and I know how good a tickler I am. You never had a chance!” 

We laughed and talked for a little while and Dena put the TV on. About an hour had lapsed since she first tied me up. 

“C’mon Dena, isn’t it time to untie me now? Please…” 

“Nah, not yet. I’ve just got to try my favorite torture one more time. Come’ere!” And she grabbed and forced me face-up on the couch next to her. 

“NO! Please don’t tickle me anymore!” I yelled. 

“I’m not gonna tickle ya!” Dena said. “I’m gonna do this!” And with that Dena clamped her socked foot over my mouth again, gagging me while she laughed like crazy. 

“Tickling you is fun, Jess. But thw smelly foot gag – that’s my favorite,” Dena said. “My feet are soooo comfy on your mouth.” 

Finalle Dena let me up and loosened the ropes enough so I could untie myself. While I did that, she observed how much fun she had. 

“I think I’m going to have to tie you up on a regular basis!” Dena said, putting her feet to my face one last time as I freed myself finally of the ropes. 

“Mmmph---oh no,” I said, finally getting her foot off my mouth and dashing across the room to get away from my captor. “If there is a next time, I should get to tie YOU up, Dena. You’re EVIL!” 

“Yes I am,” she taunted, putting her feet up on the couch and tossing her head back victoriously. “You want to tie me up, you have to catch me first! Don’t worry, I’ll get you again…I just won’t tell you when. But soon, you’ll be my kidnap boy again!” 

And that was the first time. I know it was long, but hopefully it was worth it. As always, I’d love some feedback. 

Until next story. (And how about getting those October through December archives up?) 

My girlfriend Danna, (Whom I mentioned in the other story) is visiting my place. We are sitting on the couch watching American Chopper, when my buddy Allen drops by. He brought with him his Tokyo Marui AK-47 Airsoft rifle. We were talking about who's rifle was best, his AK-47, or my new M-4A1. Danna blurted out "Shoot it out! Then we will see." We both agreed and got on our gear. Danna and Allen were waiting outside, I had to charge my battery. When I plopped the battery into the gun, I was feeling really cool with my rifle, so I decided to leap out the window! Which, I did. 
 

I was feeling REALLY cocky. "Hey Allen, Danna is your hostage." Danna perked up and said "Huh?" I shove her softly against a wood support beam that holds up our deck. I pull a roll of tape out of my butt pack and start winding it around her to the beam. "Hey! Why? Huh? C'mon! It's cold out here!" I say "Danna don't worry! I'll get you out real fast!" I wrapped quite a lot of tape around her upper body to the beam, then started on her legs. "But, Howard.. You'll let me go right?" "Maybe.. I dunno. You're really cute." She blushes and I place a strip of tape over her mouth. I patted it down softly and looked into her eyes. They sparkled in the winter air. I then placed a strip of tape over her eyes. Some eye protection is better than none. I decided my strategy would to either take very well aimed shots, which is kinda hard with an airsoft bb gun, or lure Allen around 'til I was sure no stray rounds would hit her. "Mmmmmph.." I pinched her cheek and jogged off into the brush. Allen said "GO!" and to be a jerk, fired some rounds at me. I crouched down and scrambled behind a fallen tree in my yard. Danna wriggled and tugged at her ducttape binds. I could hear her muffled cries all the way back in the brush. I low-crawled up a ways and looked down my aimpoint sight at Allen. The prick was hiding BEHIND Danna. She had no idea what was going on. Allen peeled off her blindfold slowly, and she looked about with a worried look. There may have been snow on the ground, but in the dead brush, there wasn't any. The ground was visible. My flecktarn camoflauge made me practically invisible. Danna jerked more and whimpered some. I didn't think she was in a happy mood. I crawled up closer, taking note at each twig and such to keep my location a secret. I got a lot closer. Danna wasn't very happy. She was whimpering and on the verge of tears. Allen was still behind her. I crawled behind the trees and bushes, bare from the winter months. I crept around to an angle where Allen was in front of me, but he hadn't a clue where I was. 

Danna was actually crying some. I thought "I need to end this now." I got up and creeped out of the brush. I got to an angle where an BB's that flew at Danna would hit the beam instead. I brought up my gun and aimed down the Aimpoint again. Allen was actively scanning the lakeshore and firepit. He hadn't a clue. I shouted out "HEY MORON!" and Allen whipped around. I could see his eyes widen to the size of plates through his paintball mask. Danna looked around as well and saw me. I fired a quick burst of 6 BB's, all of which hit Allen. 

I got up and sprinted to Danna and took out my pocket knife. I cut her free and hugged her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll never do something like that again." Danna said "Don't worry, Howard. I knew you didn't mean harm! Let's go inside, you can kidnap me in there where it's warm!" 
 

I was at my friends house, named Will, he was 11 and I 14, and he has a very short temper. I can't quite remeber what it was I got in a fight with him about, but it was something stupid, I think it was a video game. Anyway, he is known to have cheap shots, and that is what he did. He got up, and left the room, storming off. I turned around to turn the video game off, when I was pushed into a wall, and my hands tied behind my back, then he tied my feet, and got me into a succesful hogtie, it was all done with duct tape. Then. he went over to his top drawer and pulled out two pairs of long thick socks, and stuffed one in my mouth, then, he duct taped all around my head 4 times. He took the other sock, and put it around my eyes as to blindfold me, the other two socks were put in his pocket. Then, he put me in something like a wagon, and carted me to the back yard. 

There, he undid my hogtie, and tied me to a tree. I could hear him digging something, I just didin't know what. After about 10 minuets, he untied me from the tree, and quickly tied my arms to my sides. Then, he led me down the hole so that only my head showed. Then, he filled n the hole, and I couldn't move. Then, he was gone, "He probabally went to get something," I thought. After a few minuets he came back, and I heard him do something, but I wasn't sure what. Then, the next thing I knew, my blindfold was lifted and I saw him, holding the other pair of socks and the one that used to be a blindfold. 

He said, "Now, what should I do with these three socks?" 

After a while of thinking, he sat down, and took off his own shoes and socks. Then, he put two of the clean one on his feet. He took the dirty ones, and wrapped one around my nose, the other my eyes, and the last clean one, he tied around my head so I couldn't hear. Then, he threw a blanket over my head and laughed, then he left. 

I nearly puked. 

After an hour about, he came over and dug me up saying not to anger him again, I went home, brushed my teeth and took a shower. 

I half hated it, half liked it.

The only thing I really want now is to be tied up by somone my age or maybe a couple of years old who no how to do it, I would ask my friends, but I am not sure how they would react to such a question, any ideas on what i should do?

I like to RP so if anyone wants to im me at rpgphantam

We were hanging out in the pool when we noticed a bunch of people walk in from the lobby (there is a window in the workout room) We saw some really and I repeat really hot girls walking in. 30 minutes later 5 or 6 of them came into the pool, they were really nice and stuff. Following them came 5 or 6 boys. We started talking to them and the boys were jerkoffs. We continued talking but we didn't notice them going through our stuff and taking about $70 in all and our room keys. All of us had to leave at 11:00pm when the pool closed, we walked to my room to play ps2, I went to get my key and saw it was missing so we went to ryan's room and he was missing his key soon we figured out everyone was missing there key. We couldn't get the room key from the front desk because we had no id. Soon we found out ryan's mom was in his room and we went in and she left giving us another key. We had a secret area under the stairs where we all planed to go.... 

"Go ahead, I got to tuck my little sis to sleep or my mom will get pissed" ryan told us so we went there without him while he put his little bro to sleep in the room next to ryan's. we waited for ryan and after 20 minutes we figured out that he didn't know the area. I went back to ryan's and went in (we left door unlocked) there was a note on the bed reading [I]Went to Room 310 meet me there[/I].

It's 98% clean!!!

(though feel free to check out my site in case there's something there you find interesting!)

The story about the hotel, obviously fake. A forged signature made up by complete strangers? C'mon! If your gonna create a story, let it be just a bit more creative! 

The story by Lizzard- I usually don't like guy to guy stories, but yours is well written. 

I will post one of my own stories, once time happens 

Later

Im going over there this weekend, revenge, sweet, sweet revenge!!!!!!!!!

In the long summer holidays we, a group of 6 boys ageing from 12 to 14, mainly played football (with a round ball, not the funny form of rugby they play in the States)in the local park. Sometimes if the weather was wet some of us would go round to Fred's house because the attic had been converted into a sort of den where he and his older sister, Anne, could play. Anne was 16, slim, blond and looking back on it, rather attracive. However to me she was simply somebody who did not play football but we did enjoy many a game of chess together. 

One unusually hot day we decided it was too hot to play football and decided to play around Fred'shome. I cannot remember any thing about the game but I had been "captured" and taken back to Fred's house. Anne was sun bathing in the back garden, she was wearing a white bikini top and denim shorts and was very bored and looking for something to do. Her parents both worked so Fred and Anne had the house to themselves all day. 

Fred told Anne that I was his prisoner and she asked if she could look after me. Fred agreed and left to carry on with the game. Anne told me to go up to the attic where I would be kept and she would be up in a minute. Thinking nothing of it I did as she asked and true to her word Anne joined me soon after with several items in her arms. Anne then told me that to stop me escaping she would have to tie me up and in the spirit of the game I agreed. She asked me to sit with my back against one of the vertical roof supports and as I was not wearing a top (only shorts and sandals) she kindly put a cushion behind my back. 

She then told me to put my hands behind the support and she used an old pair of tights to tie my wrists cross ways. Next she used an old skipping rope to tie my chest to the support and a dressing gown chord to was used to bind my ankles together. My sandals were then removed as Anne decided that I should be tortured. She then started to tickle my feet but found out that I was not really that tickley. She tried my body and under arms but again no joy. 

"This will not do, back in a minute" she said and off she went only to come back with a scarf. When I asked what this was for she said I would find out in a minute. The scarf was folded in half and tied around my eyes. It was long enough to be tied twice round my head and securely knotted and then around the support, knotted again and then back round my head. This effectively stopped me from moving my head. Then, after a brief pause, I felt her tracing her finger around my lips telling me to try and catch it which was of course impossible because I could not move my head. 

This went on for some time and I did sense that Anne changed her position a few times and I was sure she was also teasing me with her tongue. Remember I was very naive about girls and just felt this was all part of a game. 
In the end Fred came back into the house, the teasing stopped and I was untied. 

Many years later I told this story to my then girlfriend and she managed to prove to me that Anne had proably used more that just her fingure and tongue to tease me. This did, however, start a wonderful time when my girlfriend would tie me up and tease me - stories not for this web site. 

"Wow, 40 years ago when you were 14. Some people do not consider 54+ year old's children and/or teens. Get a life, and a different website. 
To "Alex" form UK " 

The poster must, in his wisdom, have forgotten the guidelines for this site, namely that the stories should be ABOUT kids and teens tie-up games. They don't have to be posted by kids or teenagers. 

I found Alex' story both good and enjoyable to read. Let me remind you that most of the really good stories published on this board were posted by people in their thirties. (Some good ones have come from younger persons as well.) 
 

Everybody was told to bring any type of material they could for the game. Brandy and Jesse each brought a LOT of rope and some tape, along with a few cloths for gags. Amy brought some tape. Shelly brought a straightjacket, a vacuum bed (we'll get to this later), and the blowup suit that she tested on me in my last story. Also, she brought a few different types of gags. I had rope and a lot of saran wrap at my house. Hannah brought a few pairs of handcuffs. We all decided to play a big game of Monopoly with the winner getting to take all of the losers captive for the weekend, getting to use whatever was brought to bind the others in whatever way she wanted. As we played the game, Jesse lost first, then Hannah, then Brandy. It came down to me and Shelly, and I was dying to get revenge on her for the last time when she had used a lot of different things to tie me up with. But alas, it was not to be and in the end, she beat me. 

First, she decided to bind Hannah simply because she had never been tied up before. She decided that she would use the large amount of rope just to bind her. "Lay down on your stomach," she told Hannah, and Hannah did so. She first bound her hands behind her back at the wrist, then at the elbows. Then, she bound her legs at the ankle, shin, above, and below her thighs. "Hmm, the others know this all too well," she said, and tied a rope around Hannah's chest, first above, then below her breasts. Finally, she used one rope to tie Hannah in a VERY tight hogtie, almost making her yelp. "There, how is that?" she asked. "Tight!" Hannah remarked and looked at herself to see if the could escape. "Good," Shelly said and used one of her ballgags to silence Hannah. "There you go," she said, and patted Hannah on the head. "Whose next?" she asked. None of us chose to go, so she chose me. "You've already experienced all of this stuff, so I have a new on for you," she told me. 

She walked over and grabbed what she called a vacuum bed. It was a large rectangular thing which had a large and squishy bag-like surface which was in two parts. It could open and close. Also, there was a place for eyes and a small tube for oxygen to pass in and out. She opened it up and told me to lie down in it. I did so, and she closed it over me so that I could see through the eye holes and also breathe through the tube. She then zipped it up and then plugged it into something. Soon, all of the air began to vacuum out and it tightened up on me. Soon, the two sides touched all the way over, exept where my body was. I couldn't move an inch. She tickled me lightly on my ribs, and there was little I could do but squeal. There was no resistance available for me to use. Then, she leaned me against a wall so that I could see what she would do to the rest of them. Amy was next. 

She grabbed some more rope and tied Amy's hands behind her, tied her feet together, then did something strange. She made her lean over so that her shoulders touched her kneecaps and tied her upper arms to her thighs. Then, she tied a rope from her hands to her feet behind her, making her curl up into a ball shape. Then, she put a few cloths into her mouth and taped it shut. "Help me lift her," she told Brandy and Jesse. They helped her lift up Amy, and they placed her in a chest. The chest had a few small holes in it, so anyone inside could breathe. Then, she closed the lid and padlocked it so that even if Amy somehow got free (which would be hard in that tight space), she would not be able to get out. 

"Jesse, you're next," she told her and grabbed all of the Saran Wrap. It took a little while, but she went around Jesse's ENTIRE body about three times so that she looked like a mummy, completely wrapped up from ankles to neck in Saran Wrap. Then, she tied a rope around her feet and tossed it over a beam higher up in the air. Slowly, she raised her up, still mummified, upside down, hanging by her feet. "How's that?" she asked Jesse. "I can't move a muscle," she said. "Good!" Shelly said and put a ballgag into her mouth and gently pushed her so that she swung around in a circular motion. 

Last was Brandy. Shelly simply handcuffed her hands behind her, handcuffed her feet together, and then used another pair to handcuff her feet to her hands, leaving no escape. Also, she ballgagged her too. 

All throughout the night, she would let us out, just to make us try another position, along with a few variations. Once, she mummified me and Hannah, and THEN used more wrap to tie us together facing each other. We all spent the night tied up. 

Hannah and I stayed the night mummified while tied together. Brandy slept inside of the trunk, hogtied with handcuffs. Jesse slept while inside of the vacuum bed, and Brandy slept in the straightjacket. The next morning, we were all let free and we all tested the random bondage materials on each other. Hope you enjoyed!

You're right, Dena did enjoy dominating me, I suppose. She does have a kinky side - still does, years later - and I just think she enjoyed being able to have me at her mercy. And I have to say, even though I was the one tied up and tortured, she sure made it fun. Can't say I minded it when Dena would tie me up. Hope that doesn't make me odd. Although maybe it does, a little. 

Someone else asked, and I'll do it again - any idea when the stories from October-December will be archived?

When I got their, we were catching up. We talked about what happened over the two weeks. We talked for about 2 hours when her best friend, Maria calls. I didn't know what they were talking about, on Michelle's line I heard a lot of, "Uh huh... Mmmm hmmm.... Yeah..... *laugh* Yeah, thats true.... of course!.... Right now?.. ok. Well, bye." She then turned and looked at me in a strategic location at the foot of her bed, she said, "Baby, I know you hate waiting, but I gotta go to Maria's..." 
Then, she went to her chest, and held something behind her back. She tackled me and tied me in a succesful hogtie. Then, she tied the hogtie to the foot of her bed puting a single peice of duct tape over my mouth she said, "I don't wasnt you to leave, so that should hold you." She left while I struggled. 

About a half an hour later I got free of the bonds and walked up the stairs. "Good Game Michelle," I thought, and was lost in a day dream while climbing the stairs. I went to the guest room to grab my bag, but on my way their, I got dragged into Michelle's little brother, Bill's room. I was pushed on the bed, and my arms were tied to the posts and then my legs too. I was spread eagle tied before I knew it. I looked at my bonds, and they were... Tube socks? They were the special durable kidn his mom bought him for soccer. Then, he shoved one in my surprised open mouth, and tied another around my head.

It's much like if you use, like one word, and then you use, like another, they're like anotheroneagain! Typ. 

tYPING CAN SOMETIMES BE TIERING OF THE FINGERTIPS and then again soo boring. 

Anyways, I have a million of tie-up experiencesand will post them if you think my ... 
...kind of writing is kool. 

peace, love and understanding to ya' all!

We all love the stories coming from people who are truly devoted to the spirit of this messageboard. 
 

I am 14 years old and have a friend who is 11, whose name is Mark, and has been tested at almost genius level. Anything he plans, such as how he will answer on a test, works perfectly. I hate playing him at chess anyway, I don’t know how long he has been into this tying up stuff, but here is the story at how he got me the first time.
 

He has this little handheld game that is supposed to randomly come up with items under a category. We were playing that, him giving me clues of the items, and I guessing them. 

He said “I made his own category and we are going to play it.”

I said, “Ok I guess,” I didn’t like this game, but he insisted on playing it.

“Ok, “ he said, “The first thing…” he pointed at a place on the wall where he had rope.
“Rope” I said
“Right!” he replied “Ok, Next one..” He took off his shoes and then his socks, holding his barely worn socks in the air.
“Socks???” I said
“No,” he replied “We’ll come back to it. Next one…” He came over and put his hand over my mouth, I was puzzled, then he said “You keep thinking about it he said, and removed his hand. He went over to the coil of rope that was hanging on the wall, and I was truly puzzled.

When I opened my mouth to answer, his sock was stuffed in my mouth and then the other, than duct tape was put over my lips finished off by another one of his socks tied around the mouth. Then, he tackled me on the bed and put me in a hogtie.

“To late,” he said, “If you put all three together, it would mean, I kidnapped you.”

I was confused.

I will post the rest later on and I will tell him about this site.

ps i will post when i tied them up later on in the posts
thx

This is a story of my favorite time me, and about 10 of my friends ganged up on him. This happened early October.

I had it all set, my whole soccer team was going to agree with me! The team's names are Me, Chris, Bobby, Lee, the twins, Scot and Ryon, Conrad, Kel, Cam, Asa, and Jeff. After the Friday Night practice, they were all going to sleep over at my house, and we were gonna camp out in the woods out back.

We were all set, so I called my accomplice in the house, his cousin, Carl, who owed me one, and told him that at 9 pm to have James take the trash out. James had to oblige because Carl was older than him.

When we got there, at 9, James came out to his trash can, we waited for him to throw away the trash. Then, we revealed ourselves all in masks or hoods. The twins came up to him, each with shorts a sweatshirt, yellow-gold knee socks rolled down to their shins, and a yellow ski mask. They walked up to him. One grabbed his arms, and the other his legs. They carried him to my house, about two blocks down. He struggled the whole way, but the twins had a good grip on him. When he began to scream, Conrad came over and hand gagged him with a gloved hand.

When we got there, we wasted no time, the twins had him against the pole we were to tie him to, while the rest of us tied him with rope, only Conrad handgagged him. when he was tied to the pole, we each took off our shoes, and then our socks. Scot and Ryon did the honors. Ryon held James' nose so that he opened his moth when out of breath, and Scot shoved his sweaty sock that had been through practice in his mouth. Then he took his other one and tied in around our captive's head to secure the gag. Then, Ryon kicked James in the nuts and we all laughed as the twins fought.

They wouldn't stop fighting, so we eventually tied them both up to sperate trees right next to each other, and Conrad gagged Scot with his blue socks, and Kel gagged Ryon with his red ones.

When we got bored I split us up into three groups; Lee Bobby and I; Conrad, Chris and Asa; and Kel, Jeff and Cam. Each team got a captive, My group got James, Conrad's group fot Scot, and Kel's group got Ryan.

My group tortured James by tickling, before we all fell asleep at about 3.

When I woke up, Conrad and Kel were awake, and we began to discuss what happened. My group tickle tortured James, ecause we knew he was ticklish.

Conrad's group kept messing with their socks, because Scot hated socks and feet, and he laso hated tieing people. He didnt mind being tied as much, but still. They undid his bonds, and tied him up in socks, and gagged him really well. He woke up in the middle of the dicussion, so Conrad untied him, and retired him in a hogtie so he was face down in a pile of socks. We all laughed.

Kel's Group was outsmarted. They torured Ryon a bit, and then fell asleep early. When they woke up the next morning, he was gone, and his gag was added to his brothers gag, he tied Cam with his ropes, and left.

I freed James, and let him go home, but Conrad was going hard core. I left and he and Asa still had Scot as a cpative. Poor kid. Last time I talked to him about it, he said he didnt mind socks so bad, for Conrad, and especially Asa, had him in it so much.

We had many more experiences after this one. I will post them later.

I was in my room playing my game when the phone rang. I was quick to answer it. For some reason i like being the first to answer the phone. Well anyways it was my friend James he asked "Do you want to come over." I told himto hold on and i went down stairs to ask my mom she had said yes. I ran back up the stairs and told James that id be over in a few seconds i put on my shoes and left my house. James only lived across the street. I got to his house. James' parents werent there but his older brother Jake was. James and I went to his room, in the room was a chair and rope. I asked him "whats up with the rope?" he looked at me and smiled.
"We're gonna play a game" he said. After he said that his brother tackled me and shove a sock into my mouth and then James duct taped it. Jake had grabbed me arms and put them behind my back and james tied them. i tried yelling but it was only loud mmmmph's. They sat me in the chair and tied my legs to the legs of the chair. 

They sat there looking at me while i squirmed to get free. Jake looked at me and said "James get the ear phones and the pillow case." James looked at Jake and asked"What for?" Jake said i dont want him to hear or see what we are going to do. James got the things he put the ear phones on my ears and turned on some music so i couldnt hear then placed the pillow over my head.I felt them unting my legs then i felt then take my socks and shoes off. They set the chair to where my back was on the ground and my feet were up then they began to tickle me. i laughed but all that came out were mmmmphs . They stopped and left me there for about ten minutes. They came back and untied me. they asked if i liked and for some odd reason i did, since then we have had a few tie up games like that. 

Recent posts have been quite bad in my oppinion. A lot of repetition and chewing-spitting-out.

We all have our own hang-ups, things we don't like. My own is foot-gagging. I find it very distasteful and the very thought of it nauseates me. But still, there have been one and any good story riding on the subject. 

Another poster asked for stories of people buried in sand. Don't we do it every summer?

Yet another (some time ago) asked for stories of executives bound and gagged and foot-tickled. 

On a site for stories about your average tie-up when you were a kid?

Hello? .........!

-Roll the Bones...

Freaks aside, (not mentioning myself as I presume my love for jeans and bare feet are truly normal as opposed to green all-weather-fishing-boots and pointed hats) I hope we are all coming about and rallying around the true concept of the site:

The Stories!

Write stories, post them and hope that others will find something interesting in them, if not, .... yourself!

No, don't do that, go back, read again and find an interesting story! Then... post your own!

"Why are we here? Roll the Bones!"

Par/PH
 
 

"I know something about love.
You've got to want it...
...and...

...If that guy's got into your blood.
Go out and give him
If you want him to be
The very part of you

Makes you want to be 
Here's the very thing you do:

Tell him!
 

I was just about to get off of being grounded for poor grades, and my friend, Cam said that we were gonna hang ot at his house, his older brother, Tom, had taught him about this cool game.

When my mom let me go, I went to Cam's house and saw my friends, Asa, Conrad, Scot and Ryon, and his brother Tom and Tom's friend Jamie. He told us the game we were gonna play was called War, and he played with his friends. You played in a war like game where each team only had one paintball gun due to our limit of numbers and was to capture spys. We split off into teams randomly, Asa, Cam, Tom and Jamie, verses the twins, Conrad and I. We played in the woods.

We all decided to split up and Conrad, the biggest of us, would get the gun. We each had a watch and were to meet back in 20 minuets. I went searching, and heard voices, but that was it. After 20 minuets was up I met up with Conrad and Ryon, but not Scott.

Scott had been taken as a prisoner. There group had not split up into 2, and Cam and Asa grabbed him while the older ones came and officialized it. We found this out because Conrad saw it happen hidden.

We split up again, and after 10 minuets, I felt the gun at my back. I was led to a clearing where I saw twin #2, Scot, tied to a tree and gagged with socks. When I arrived with my captor, who was Jamie, they tied my hands and gagged me, but did not tie my legs. They also untied Scot and tied him in the same way. 
Then, Tom spoke up, "Well, just in case they get saved, lets split in two groups, I will take the twin and Asa with me, to be our prisoner and likewse with you him and him," he said to Jamie. Jamoe nodded and we went our seperate ways.

Abou an hour laer, Ryon and Conrad were captured, and we were the team's prisoners for the remainder of the day, they each were "assigned" one of us. Cam got Ryon, Asa got Scot, Tom had Conrad, and Jamie me. When Tom went to the bathroom, Con escaped, and Tom and Asa shared in Scot's torturing.