I posted a story about HOM experiences when I was younger (between 13 and 19) in a German board about bound and gagging stories....
I search people who have also some kind of experineces when young girls close your mouth (and nose) with their nice hands ?
Please write me if you have such experiences....
write to: hominterest@web.de
I think I'm going to publish a story in this forum....
regards

I will tell some of my friends about this site.

I will post one either later tonight or tomorrow.

Just a short note to say I've finally, finally gotten around to updating TTT again - apologies for such a long absence but what with work, the hullabaloo of Christmas and all that, I've been kinda tied up of late… *chuckle*. Anyway, I've added two all-new Galleries featuring the bondage artistry of Kane as well as "Plastic Fantastic" showcasing a collection of see-through plastic clothing. 

Of course, there's also more stories including a couple of very well written tales from a couple of extremely talented new authors. Hand-gagging fans will drool over 'Lisa - A Handy Girl to have around' featuring… well, lots of erotic hand gagging and some light bondage. There's also an additional 20 or so links to round off the first update of 2004. 

As usual, check out the Updates page to find out what's new at www.restrainedtastes.com/ttt

We live in a small town with little groups of kids who were friends in it. We often have little competitions and Games with each other such as football, or other sports and games.

One day, our biggest rival, challenged us to our own game, WAR!!!

My team was Me (The leader), Conrad, Asa, Cam, the twins, Ryon and Scot, and our friend Chris. The other team's names were Jeff, Drake, Josh, Spencer, Tyler, Charlie and Jim, Robert, and Sam. They had 2 more people than us, but refused to drop any.

We started, our base was in the woods, there was also a hill with a small cliff, their base was at the foot of the cliff. We thought up a, what I thought, award winning plan. We all split up, the twins, who were the quickest, went out first, and hid. Then, Asa and Cam would follow, and hide in diffrent places, then, Chris, Conrad, and I would go last. When I said now, we would split up and explore, each going far in diffrent directions.

I do not know for a fact what happened, but here is the order it seemed like when all 7 of us talked about it.

Asa and Scot were in the same relative location, hiding bobbing and weaving, keep in mind that I am working on Asa with this. Drake Josh and Spencer saw him and came up to grab him. Asa truly hates being captive, and when they came, he pleaded saying, "Please, Please! I am not that good at this game, but my other team mates are, I can tell you where one, Scot, one of the twins, is if you dont take me prisoner."

The three enemies thought about it for a while, and then after agreeing with Spencer and Josh, said "We will not imprison you on to conditions, you tell us where the twin is, and you join on our team." Asa agreed and gave out Scot's hiding location. Drake, who is bigger and stronger than the scrawny twins, went in and had him in a hold with ease. He handgagged my friend, and led him to the base, while Spencer had a hand on Asa's shoulder, making sure he didn't run away, walking to the base.

Once at the base, they tied Scot to the lone tree. They ordered Asa to take off his yellow knee socks and gag Scott with them. Asa unwillingly obliged, as Scot spit on his shirt for being a traitor. Asa was to watch guard with Drake while the other two went out searching.

Meanwhile, Chris and Conrad succesfully took down Tyler, but, to their suprise, Jeff jumped Chris, alowing Conrad to etreat. Tyler escaped and they made off with Chris.

Then, Ryon and I got down Josh, little did we know, Spencer was behind us, and tackled Ryon, I attempted rescue, but it was no good, I haad to save my butt. When Conrad, Cam and I met up with each other, we saw Asa, and Asa let us get away but took Cam with him.

After an hour, they got Conrad by circling him, and diving. When they carted him to base, I followed from a distance. When they all seperated to untie and retire the captives, Jeff came up to me and said, "You aren't worth going after, you run away, and we will do good for your team." Just then, Asa did hid heroic deed by crashing nto the enemy leader, knocking him of breath. The team saw it, and tied and gagged him to.

They tied me to a tree loosely to bide them time to go to wherever the hell they were going. I was wonering what I could do to save my team, and wondering when I would see them again, it being a 4 day weekend, (Monday and Tuesday were off for workdays)

I went over to Jeff's house, to atempt a rescue, but failed and gt beat up.

I gave up.

I will post the conclusion sometime later.

Apparently they were going to keep my team all night. They made Asa go around ask their parents if they could spend the night at Jeff's house.

I broke in in the middle of the night and could only manage to save Scot and Asa.

After they got cleaned and changed we attempted a rescue for all of the others but all got caught and captured in the process.

We spent the night there being tortured.

We would have to get them back.

This is when I first met my friend, Asa and his older brother Joeseph. They had just moved in and no one was going out of their way to be nice, except me.

One day at school, the twins Scot and Ryon were particularly mean to Asa. They played a prank during soccer practice taking his expensive watch from the locker, and putting it in the toilet making him go get it.

I made freinds with Asa on the contrary and he taught me about bondage. I had seen it before, my cousins did it, but didn't pay close attention to them, so, when Asa reminded me, I was interested.

He told me he wanted to get the twins back, and I should help him. I thought that those two had gone to far and agreed to help my new friend.

Asa got a duffel bag and filled it with many things, coils of rope, rolls of duct tape, spare clothes, food, drink, bottles of water, and many, many pairs of socks, diffrent colors and textures, all of which were meant for playing sports like soccer and baseball. Then he went to his front closet and pulled outt all sorts of black sweat pants, sweatshirts, one pair of black gloves and 2 ski masks, one navy blue, one black.
"Put on a pair of these sweat pants and sweatshirts" He told me. I did so. Then he handed me the navy blue ski mask, and the gloves, and went through his duffel bag. He pulled out a pair of black socks and put them on his hands. Then we put on the ski masks and left.

When we got close to their house, he gave me a cell phone and told me to call Scot and say something cool was happening.

While in the shadows of the trees in his backyard, I called Scot.
"Hello?" he said
"Scot?" I said, "Is Ryon there or your parents?"
"Nope," He replied, "Ryan has some sort of School thing club thing in DC that they are spending the night at, my next door neighbor comes every 6 hours to make sure I am alive."
"Cool," I said, and Asa wrote a note behind me, he could hear the conversation, "Well, the Aurora Borealis is visible in a drak area tonight."
"COOL!!!" yelled Scot ever since we learned of it in school he wanted to see the northern lights. He hung up and ran to his back porch gazing at the sky not even bothering to close the door. That is when Asa whispered "NOW!!!"

We ran to him and tied him up in a nice hogtie really quickly with rope. Then, Asa said "GO in the house and leave this note." I said "Ok," I went on through the opened door, put the note on the kitchen counter and turned off the lights and TV. Then Scot screamed for he thought he was being Kidnapped.

Asa put his socked hand over Scot's mouth. Then, he used the other hand to grab a pair of socks, in this case yellow, from the duffel bag and stuffed one in his mouth while tying the other sock around his head to secure it. Then, Asa untied him and I stood him up, then Asa tied his hands only together and blindfolded Scot with a navy blue sock over his eyes.

Asa led Scot to his house and I followed, we went up to his room, and tied my twin-friend to a chair. Then, we took off the blinfold and had fun playing video games and admiring our trophy. We untied him halfway through ad Scot and Asa became friends, but are still cautious to each other.

It was one day in June 2001 when me (16) (yes right i am 18 years old!) my friend Chris (17) (not his real name) and my friend Mike (16) (also no real name) went to camp at the place of our fishing-club. Anyway all this started because Mike just couldn't keep his fingers off my bait-box. I told him several times : if he'd keep stealing my stuff, someday he would be in for something that he'll never forget. Well he didn't keep his fingers off my Baits, so someday I went into the nearest town with Chris and told him about my plans with Mike. You should have seen his face : It was a mixture of shock, astonishment and a little bit of laughing.
Well anyway, we bought some stuff for our "operation" like duct-tape, cable binders and some "fishing-line" (don't know the exact term sorry). Well, when everybody went to bed, or better to sleeping-bag me and Chris just went over to Mikes camping-tent. Everyone else was already asleep and the area was pretty big and there were many spots to hide our victim. when we entered his tent, he was still playing on his Gameboy. He noticed we were coming inside and said :"hey guys , what are you doing here? Aren't we all supposed to be in our tents? and what is this visit all about?" I believe he knew that something was approaching. I wouldn't have had a chance against Mike ( i was the weakest in our class) but I had a big ally in this. Chris was almost the strongest in our class, but even he wouldn't have had a chance against Mike. Well, we thought as long as he's unprepared...... And as soon as i yelled out :"NOW!!"
we jumped him both. We managed to keep him on the floor until I got his left wrist behind his back. After some pressure on his arm he gave up and put his right wrist also behind him. Chris then took two of the cable binders and tied his wrists together. He used the second one to cinch the first one tight. We used the same tactic on his feet.
At last we Gagged him with several layers of Tape around his whole lower face. We then picked him up and brought him outside and put him in the grass a little far off. The following half-hour must've been mean. There were plenty of Moskitoes in this area.... Well in the end we untied him after half an hour and he said some words i'll never forget. "Just you two *ss*i**ui*s wait !!!! I'll get my revenge when you least expect it!! Remember : We are out here for at least one week!! And Josh and Steve are here too! Aww man... these f***ng cable binders hurt!! Oh you guys are so f***ed!!
Well , he did get his revenge, but that's another story

One day, I changed into a dress. I had some chains and six padlocks. I had sealed the keys in an envelope and locked them in my car. I took the first chain and two padlocks and manacled my legs so that I could only walk slowly. I took the next chain, put it around my waist, and locked it so that there were just a few inches of chain left over. Taking the shortest of the three chains, I manacled my hands so that they were just a foot of chain between them. Taking the last padlock, I locked the left over chain around my waist to the middle of the chain securing my wrists. I was now securely locked in a dress, unable to take it off or free myself. This was early in the morning. It would be night before I could venture out to the car and retrieve the keys in order that I may undo my fetters. Oh, the erotic thrill of it! I would struggle against the chains, then reach desperately around to try and reach one of the buttons fastening the dress at the back. Giving up, I would succumb to the soft, exotic feel of wearing a woman's dress!!

first of all I'm not using real names.

This story features some other guys:
me (18) Nick (18) Ben (19) and let's call him Jim (also 19)
It all started pretty normal. It was about 5 o' Clock in the afternoon. when I arrived with my car and my Pc on the backseat. I just went downstairs into the basement, where we usually make our Lan-Partys. We shoved some old Tables and Chairs together. And Nick was already waiting for us to show up. We plugged our Pcs together started to build up the network and so on.... After about half an hour later Ben arrived. He also came down to join us. Jim came a little later, we were already playing Counter-Strike and UT.
He also plugged everything in and joined us. As you can imagine , there are a lot of reasons in these games to get angry with the others (in a playful sense). Well after about 2 o' clock we decided to go upstairs and drink something. (we didn't drink anything alcoholic, since you tend to start sleeping on the keyboard at about 3 o' clock)
As we were upstairs we started talking about different things. And all of a sudden Nick made the comment: "Has anyone of you guys ever been tied up?" There was some silence in the room. But then I told them the Story of the fishing-camp icident and how we tied (i think i called him that way) Chris up with cable binders and put him outside.
Well and suddenly Ben had the Idea: " Guys, why dont we tie the loser up. We're having a tournament!!!" I guess Nick didn't like the idea, but as we told him, that there's just nothing about it, he thought it was ok. Then he made the suggestion how we should tie the loser up. And we decided to try something : The loser should be taped to the wall...
There was plenty of Tape in their house, since they were renovating.

(to be continued) 

Looking forward to hear from you soon!

so, just as promised here's the rest of the Lan-Party-story.

Though I could play with the others (Nick Ben and Jim) I swore Vengeance . But I didn't want them to see it. It had been around 6 O' clock in the morning I already had dozed off on top of my Keyboard. As they woke me up to tell me to come Over to the other room and get to sleep , I thought "you guys made a serious mistake in waking me up now!" We had a different room for sleeping, we had 4 Mattresses and our sleeping bags. We all were listeneing to the Radio and talked a bit. After we turned off the radio.
I told them that i had to go to the toilet. Some floors upstairs (quite a big house). On my way to the toilet I took some of the Tape that was left from when they taped me to the wall. I went upstairs and waited. After about 15 minutes I heard somebody come up the stairs.....

This is a really cool site. Please can enyone take my poll on Misterpoll about being gagged the poll adresslink is 

http://www.misterpoll.com/1780057798.html if you are

intrested and could you leave a message about your experiences

many thanks look forward to hearing from you 

Kazz

Isn't the point of a babysitter to be there if things go wrong and/or to keep things from going wrong in the first place?

I think you owe it to their parents to tell them that when they hire you to babysit, they are essentially leaving them alone all night.

Not to mention your own safety should something go wrong.

If you have read my stories, you know of Cam and Asa, well, they wear those long thick multi colored socks on their feet all of the time.

Anyway, I want comments on my stories please. Any good or bad would be fine.

thx@all

It was less than a week away, so I called Bryan and Kevin over and we began to plan. I don’t know how many times my mother nearly caught us sneaking around the house stashing stuff where we thought we might ambush or hide one of the girls, but she didn’t seem to catch on. And I knew that once the sleepover night came, she and dad would make themselves scarce in their bedroom and let the girls have the run of the house. We boys were supposed to stay over at Bryan’s for the night, but unbeknownst to my mother, we already had other plans. We would not be staying away at all.

Friday night came, and one by one, the girls began to arrive. Bryan, Kevin and I hid at the end of our front porch, which was very long and surrounded by a railing and a thick hedge. We could watch them come without them even knowing we were anywhere around. Jennifer was the first to arrive. She was the tallest of the girls who would be spending the night, having grown quite a bit over the last year. She stood at 5’7, tall and slender with breasts that were more than ample for a fourteen year old. She was wearing a pair of shorts that fit tightly but came nearly to her knees, and a red and white striped tank-top, with tennis shoes and ankle socks. She had a nice tan from spending so much time at the pool over the summer, and long brown hair that hung nearly to her waist. Her eyes were enormous and dark, and her nose was dotted with freckles. She had been my victim more than once, but I couldn’t wait for this evening to start, just so I could tie her up and watch her squirm.

Kellie and Amber were sisters who lived down the street, a pair of cute little redheads who at twelve and thirteen were not yet showing any signs of young-womanhood yet. They were both rather tomboyish, with their carrot-tops bobbed off, and they had low, husky voices. Kellie was the older of the two, and she was wearing overall shorts and a t-shirt underneath. Amber was in a pair of cutoffs and a baseball jersey, probably her brother’s, who was a year younger than me. Though they had been friends with my sister ever since moving to our neighborhood, they had not yet fallen victim to any of our tie-ups. Of course, they were both little tough girls, so we expected a fight from both of them. It would be a challenge, but rewarding.

Next to arrive was a girl named Denise, who was short with honey blonde curls and bright green eyes, and the pudgy kind of curves you can expect from a girl who is sprouting out before she sprouts up. She was one of Tiffany’s newest friends, having only lived in the neighborhood for a year, and she had never been one of our prisoners either. She was a quiet girl, with a sweet but bashful smile, and I don’t think she had ever said ten words to me the whole time I had known here. Of course, we weren’t going to give her much of a chance to say any words tonight, if we could help it.

The last of my sister’s guests was the one who was first on my list of captures for the night, another one who had never fallen victim to my ropes, but whom I had thought about tying up for a long time. Stephanie was the same age as my sister, nearly fourteen, and about the same size, just a little shorter than me, and she wore loose fitting shorts and an oversized t-shirt to hide the fact that she wasn’t shaped like a little girl anymore. Her normally blonde hair was nearly white from the summer sun, and she had it in a French braid against the back of her head. She was also tanned and freckled, with laughing blue eyes and a smile that would blind a guy. I don’t mind admitting I had a little crush on her, but that’s all it was. That and a desire to tie her up and hold her hostage for a little while. I couldn’t wait! 

Once all the girls were inside, we began making our plans. It was still a couple of hours before dark, and we wanted to wait until it was completely dark outside before we made our move. Our plan was to catch them one by one, or in pairs if we had to, and haul them upstairs. With my brother Tim in his own apartment for the summer, we had three bedrooms upstairs to stash our captives in before we brought them all together, and we had plenty of rope to tie them with, and lots of handkerchiefs and tape to gag and blindfold them with. We had stuff stashed all over the house, depending on where we thought we might capture one of them. I could tell by the lights on in the house that my parents had already retreated into their bedroom, and the occasional screams of the girls showed that they were in the middle of their first scary movie. When it was almost completely dark outside, we agreed to go in and begin the adventure.

We sneaked across the front porch, chancing a peak into the darkened living room where six teenage girls all sat on our sectional, holding their cokes and popcorn with their wide eyes glued to the screen as a maniacal killer picked off the characters one by one. I couldn’t believe my parents were actually letting them watch that kind of movie, but it did make for tension. We slipped around to the kitchen door and let ourselves in. The door was locked, but there was a key under the mat that I used. We closed the door quietly and decided to split up. Kevin was going to hide in the dark dining room just off the kitchen, Bryan was going to be in the closet at the base of the stairs, and I would be in position in the closet next to the bathroom. And then we waited.

Shortly after we were all in place, the first movie ended, and we heard them getting up to stretch and take care of stuff before putting in the next movie. A happy but nervous chatter went up in the living room, and through the crack in the door, I saw my sister and Jennifer go into the kitchen to make more popcorn. I knew that all of the girls would eventually use the bathroom, and we had already decided that the last girl out of the bathroom would be our first captive. From my vantage point, I could see Bryan looking through the slightly open door of the closet and Kevin kneeling in a corner of the dining room. They were both looking at me, and I knew we all had the same idea. It didn’t take long, and to my delight, Stephanie was going to be our first victim.

She came out of the bathroom and turned off the light, and before she could move very far down the hallway, I stepped out of the closet and moved quickly up behind her. She didn’t even hear me coming as I grabbed her from behind. I had a bandanna balled up in my right hand, and I brought it quickly around her face, thrusting the wadded cloth into her mouth as she tried to scream. The other girls were laughing and the TV was on, so no one heard the strangled cry of their friend as she tried to twist out of my grasp. But I had too much practice at this to let her get away. With my right hand clamped tightly over her mouth to keep her as quiet as possible, I wrapped my left arm around her body pinning one of her arms tightly down against her and grabbing her other wrist to keep her from flailing. At that moment, Bryan came out of the closet and grabbed her legs, and though she was putting up a good fight, it didn’t take much effort to get her down the hall and up the stairs. Kevin moved to the bottom of the stairs to be our lookout, and Bryan and I took our first captive into Tim’s old room to tie her up.

I’ll say this for Stephanie. Although she realized as soon as Bryan came out of the closet that this was just for fun and not for real, she acted like she was fighting for her life. She let us get up the stairs before she really started kicking, and I was afraid that her screams, though muffled in the handkerchief I had stuffed in her mouth, were going to alert someone that something was up. Once we were in the bedroom and had the door closed, I held her while Bryan grabbed one of the bandannas we had hidden up here and made quite a deal out of folding it into a long narrow band in front of her. With a nod from me, he pressed it between her lips as I dropped my hand from her mouth, and an instant later it was knotted tightly behind her head. Then we wrestled her onto the bed and held her down on her stomach while we pulled her hands behind her back and began to tie her.

Once we had the rope looped around her wrists and secured, it didn’t take much to tie her ankles and knees, and then we bent her legs back to tie her feet to her hands in a firm but not strict hog-tie. There was a little slack, because we didn’t want to injure our prisoners, but not enough for her to do more than rock back and forth on her stomach. She looked up at us, her blue eyes indignant as she protested through her gag. I could tell that she wasn’t really upset, but she sure let us have it, and I was glad for the handkerchiefs in her mouth, because I’m afraid I might not have liked what she was calling me. With big grins on our faces, we winked at her and went off downstairs for our second victim.

When no answer came, Jennifer said, “Maybe someone should go check on her. How long has it been?”

“Fifteen minutes,” Tiffany said loudly, although I knew it had only been five.

“Well, where is she?” someone said. I thought it was Denise, the little chubby girl who reminded me a lot of Shirley Temple.

“Didn’t she go to the bathroom?” someone else asked, either Kellie or Amber. They both sounded just alike.

“I’ll check,” Jennifer said, and a moment later she was bouncing into the hallway. She must have seen me close the closet door, because she stood outside it and hissed, “Hey, Simon! Is that you?”

I opened the door and looked into her excited brown eyes. She could hardly contain her glee at knowing that our plan for kidnapping the girls was underway. “Yeah, it’s me.”

“Who else is here?”

“Bryan and Kevin.” I nodded behind her, but when she turned, she couldn’t see anyone. They were still hiding.

“Where’s Stephanie?”

“Upstairs.”

“Can I see her?”

“Only if you want to join her,” I replied, laughing wickedly. Of all my sister’s friends, these were definitely the cutest.

“Okay, but I want you to do it.” She lowered her voice to an even softer whisper and said, “I don’t trust your friends. Bryan grabbed my boob the last time you two tied me up.”

I grinned and said, “Maybe it was an accident.”

“Maybe so, but I don’t want any accidents tonight. Come tie me up, Simon.”

You don’t get that kind of invitation very often, so I stepped out of the closet and together we hurried up the stairs. Bryan peeked out as we went, and I gave him the thumbs up. Half-way up, one of the girls called out, “Hey, Jenn! Are you okay?”

I looked at her in apprehension, wondering what she would do, but she didn’t disappoint me. With a sly wink, she said, “Stephie’s not in the bathroom. I’m checking to see if she used the one upstairs!” She bounded on up ahead of me, and I was right behind her. She looked down the hall and I gestured to the last door, the one where we had stashed Stephanie. She grinned and said, “Let me go in, then you come in and do me, okay?” I suppose that phrase could mean different things to different people, but I nodded in understanding. I had never been guilty of abusing my tying privileges with any of my victims, and I wasn’t about to start now. Just the fact that Jennifer was as excited as we were was enough to keep it all clean for me. Jennifer winked and went inside.

There was a startled exclamation from inside, mangled and muffled by the wad of cloth I had tied securely in Stephanie’s mouth, and Jennifer gasped in surprise. “Stephanie! What happened?” I gave her just enough time to cross the room, then I went in behind her and closed the door. She was just bending over Stephanie, who was still lying hog-tied on my brother’s old bed, reaching for the bandanna stretched tightly between the blonde girl’s lips, when they both heard me. She whirled around, grinning widely at me as she said, “Simon! What are you doing?”

“Just playing a little game,” I replied, pulling a length of rope out of my pocket. “Turn around and put your hands behind you.”

Stephanie began to grunt into her gag, but Jennifer played along as if she didn’t have a clue. She turned around but asked anxiously, “What are you going to do to me? Did you do that to Stephanie?”

“Yeah,” I replied, crossing her wrists behind her back and looping the rope around them. I wrapped the rope three times horizontally, then three times vertically, then once more horizontally before knotting it tightly. Jennifer didn’t resist, but kept looking over her shoulder and saying things like, “Hey!” and “That’s really tight!” but not loudly enough for anyone to hear her. Stephanie continued moaning behind her gag, watching in wonder at my tying Jennifer.

With my hand on her shoulder, I spun Jennifer around to face me and pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed. I reached under the bed for another rope and quickly tied her ankles, wrapping the rope horizontally several times before cinching it with a couple of vertical passes. More rope went around her thighs just above her knees.

“They’re going to come looking for me, you know! You won’t get away with this!” I loved the giddy repartee, but I also knew it was about time to put a stop to it. Reaching under the bed, I pulled out a couple of white handkerchiefs and wadded them together. She knew what it was for, but asked anyway, “What are you going to do with those? You’re not going to gag me, are you? You’re not going to put those in my mouth!”
Standing up, I smiled and said, “Open wide.”

“Wait! No, not yet!” She protested. “Please, you donnnmmmppppphhhhh!” I stuffed the double wad of handkerchiefs into her mouth, forcing it past her lips and teeth as I grabbed the back of her head, staring down into her widening dark eyes as I crammed the gag into her throat. She let out a strangled cry of protest, trying to turn her head, and then we heard the call that I had known was inevitable from the moment we came upstairs.

“Jennifer? Hey, Jenn! Are you up there?”

Drawing in a deep breath through her nose, Jennifer started to scream, but I forced her back onto the bed and covered her stuffed mouth with my hand, pinning her to the mattress. She struggled weakly, crying through the cloth in her throat, and Stephanie began to wriggle in her own ropes, shouting into the bandannas that filled and bound her mouth. I heard footsteps, but continued holding Jennifer down, trusting that my friends would know what to do. As Jennifer continued to moan through the handkerchiefs against my hand, I looked back over my shoulder at the door and waited for it to open. An instant later it did.

Denise was standing there, and for the moment it took her to register the scene—Stephanie hog-tied and gagged on the bed, me holding Jennifer down with my hand over her mouth—she was too completely startled to say or do anything. Then I saw two shadows behind her and I knew it was time for Denise to join her two friends.

Feels strange to have someone quite young in this kind of situation, wich a lot of you guys have already described,
doesn't it?

It was a good thing he covered her mouth first, because she began to shriek as she jerked against his encircling arms. It was also a good thing that Bryan was there to help him, because I had my hands full trying to keep Jennifer from getting away as she playfully put up a valiant struggle beneath me. As Denise began to flail and twist trying to break out of Kevin’s grasp, they pushed her into the room and quickly closed the door, then Bryan grabbed her hands and pulled them together in front of her. To all of our surprise, she kicked him in the shin and elbowed Kevin at the same time, knocking both of them clear and she whirled for the door. I was the only one who could act, and betting that Jennifer would not spoil our game I leaped off the bed and grabbed for Denise. Her fingers were already on the knob when I grabbed her and hauled her to the floor, clamping my hand tightly over her mouth as I wrapped my legs around hers and dodged her swinging arms.

Bryan was the first to come to my aid. Kevin was still doubled over, slumped against the wall and gasping for breath. I suppressed a laugh and moved to one side so that Bryan could grab Denise’s hands. He quickly pulled them together at the small of her back and succeeded in roping them together. I was still trying to keep her silent, with one hand pressed over her mouth and the other pushing on the back of her head. She was putting up quite a fight, and I wondered if she had a lot of practice at defending herself.

Kevin finally recovered, and crawled over to help us. He crossed her ankles and tied them together with more rope, and then Bryan and I pulled her up into a sitting position and we whispered among ourselves about how to gag her. She was not going to make it easy, and I was almost afraid someone was going to lose a finger. Bryan had a bandanna that he pulled out and folded into a long narrow band. He fashioned an enormous knot in the middle of the cloth and nodded to me. I moved my hand up to her forehead as quickly as I could, pinning her head back against my shoulder as he wedged the knot between her teeth and pulled the ends of the bandanna around her face. I let her go and bent her forward for him to tie the gag in place. To Denise’s credit, she did not give up.

Catching the gag in a vice-like bite, she continued to scream around it, trying to force it out of her mouth with her tongue as we attempted to tie it around her thrashing head. Bryan managed a knot that kept it loosely in place, but Kevin was already prepared with plan B. He was tearing a strip of wide silver duct tape loose as we flipped her onto her back and held her down. She saw the tape coming and shook her head, but an instant later it was plastered over her already gagged mouth, sealing her lips and muzzling her screams. Four strips later, her face was covered from nose to chin over the knotted bandanna, and we were confident it would keep her quiet. She moaned mournfully into the gag and looked from one of us to the other with those enormous green eyes that I knew were swearing revenge in the whatever way a thirteen year old girl could exact.

I glanced over at the bed and saw that Jennifer had propped her self up on her elbows to watch and that the wadded handkerchiefs I had crammed into her mouth minutes before were now on her chest. Stephanie didn’t see this, and I didn’t want her to, so I moved quickly. Kneeling on the bed between the two girls, I snatched up the handkerchiefs and thrust them back into her willing mouth. She took the whole wad graciously, her eyes sparkling, and I said, “Kevin, give me some more of that tape.”

He tore off strip after strip and I sealed them in place until Jennifer’s mouth was covered like Denise’s. I knew she didn’t mind because we had done this before. She did test the gag out, gurgling quietly in her throat, but we both knew she would never be able to make much noise.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw that Bryan had continued binding Denise with ropes, wrapping them above and below her knees, and also around her arms and torso. Still putting up a fight, she did everything she could to make it hard for him, but with her hands tied and her mouth taped shut, there wasn’t really much she could do except wiggle. And I knew Bryan had had enough practice with wiggling captives to not let it affect him. I almost felt sorry for Denise, because her struggle was only making Bryan more determined to completely immobilize her. With sweat dripping from his face, he tied the last knot on the rope he had wrapped around her waist and looped around her hands, then sat back to take in the sight of our three captives. Now the question was what to do with them while we waited to get the other three.

First we blindfolded them with bandannas, then I motioned that Denise should go in the closet. It was empty of all of Tim’s clothes, but stacked with boxes, leaving only a tiny space to the right of the door into which we could shove her. We wedged her in with her back against the wall, her knees drawn up beneath her chin, and her feet against a rather sturdy box. She made an uncertain sound through her taped lips and we closed the door on her. Stephanie was fine hog-tied, but I didn’t quite trust Jennifer the way she was. Hauling her off the bed and ignoring her inquisitive grunts, we placed her back against the corner post of the bed and I grabbed for some more rope.

Working carefully now so as not to grope her, I passed the rope around and around the post and her body, wrapping it first above her breasts and then below, until I had taken four turns in each direction. Tying that rope off, I looped another one around her waist and the post. She wiggled from side to side, satisfying me and her both that she would probably not get out of this on her own, and then she grunted in frustration. I smoothed the tape over her lips and cheeks, rechecked her blindfold, and then Bryan, Kevin and I slipped out of the room to make plans for what we hoped would be our final assault, three on three.

I believe it was one week after we tied up Mike. As he said Josh and Steve were out as well. But I didn't think he had told anybody because he wouldn't like to admit that me and Chris got HIM tied up. Well as I found out later, he did tell Josh and Steve. It had also been late, after one week I didn't think he would pay me this kind of a visit. But as he unzipped my tent and got this typical Jack-Nicholson-like grin on his face, it hit me like a point-blank shot between the eyes... As he came in and had a roll of tape in his hand I quickly threw my slleping-bag at him. He was distracted for a while and I made a run for it. I ran like crazy just to flee from this lunatic Hannibal Lecter!! As I ran out over the big area behind our Tents, I stumbled over something and two persons kept me on the ground. That old trick with the wire between two trees.... can't believe it worked. But hey, when you're in panic its the last thing you think about. I felt a biting pain crunching into my wrists. They used this Wire-like fishingline to tie my hands together. (it actually felt like this wire with spikes on it!). I tried to cry for help, but as soon as I opened my mouth you know what happened: "CHRIIIIMMMMMMMMMMPHHH!!!" I didn't believe Chris heard my shouting. I did up quite a struggle but the pain was too strong. And there he was : Jason Voorhee... um sorry ... :Mike. Mike: "Well, well, well... What do we have here? Ain't it the f***khead who left me as food for the mokitoes , huh? I can still feel those goddamn bites!! But you can find out for yourself how it feels to get bitten and not being able to scratch." At this moment I saw who the other two guys were : Chris and Josh! I would've liked to say :"Chris you f****ng doublecrossing, backstabbing BASTARD!!" But there would've been no sense in doing so.
I just accepted my fate as all three went off.I didn't really want to struggle against the Finshing-line (you can't imagine this PAIN!!) . If you've seen the Anime "X/1999" you know how it ends struggling against these kind of Ropes. But lucky for me, somebody came across the way. It was Steve. Steve:" Is that you Lemming? I didn't think they'd really pull this one! Freaks, doesn't that hurt?"
me:"Mpph mpphh mpph mph mpphh!!"
Steve:"wait a sec...."
He ripped off the Tape covering my mouth.
Me:" GET THIS FISHING LINE OFF MY WRISTS!!!!"
As he did so, he said that Mike first wanted to talk him into doing this, but as he knew that this was waaayy over the edge, he snuck after them and wanted to see if they were really doing it. When he realized that he couldn't get the knot open we heard somebody coming at us...

I know that this story sounds a bit cruel, but after all It worked out, that they had no intention on hurting me. He just wanted to get even with me. Our friendship got reestablished pretty quick after all of this, but I still didn't forget it.

looking forward to see Josh on the next Lan-party
Geez, I'm pretty vendictive!

Bryan nodded to me, and we went back out into the hallway. Things hadn’t gone exactly as planned, so we told Kevin to stay in the closet while we went upstairs to get more stuff to tie the girls up with. In my room we collected some more bandannas and lots more rope, and Bryan hooked the duct tape behind his belt. Just before going downstairs, I decided to peek in on our first three prisoners.

To this day I really don’t know how she did it, but when I looked in, I got the surprise of my life. Jennifer was untied and kneeling on the bed working Stephanie’s ropes free. Jennifer still had the tape plastered across the bottom half of her face and Stephanie was also still gagged, but her feet were free and Jennifer was working furiously on her hands. Bryan and I shouted in surprise and flew into the room. Jennifer made an uncertain sound through her gag as she dove behind the bed and Stephanie launched off the bed with ropes still dangling from one of her wrists, trying to get past us to the door. I trusted Bryan to catch her and moved quickly to grab Jennifer before she could get away.

She was just ripping the tape from her face as I rounded the bed, and she smiled as she spit out the gagging handkerchiefs, then leaped back up on the bed and clambered across it. Bryan was busy trying to restrain Stephanie, who was putting up a fiercer struggle this time, and I thought Jennifer was really going to escape. But instead of going down the stairs, she darted down the hall toward my room. Casting an annoyed look at Bryan, who now had Stephanie’s hands pinned behind her back and was trying to tie them together again, I chased Jennifer down the hall and managed to get my leg in the door before it shut.

Giggling, she said, “This isn’t going the way you planned, is it?”

“How did you get free?”

“A girl doesn’t tell all her secrets, Simon.” She reached down and tickled my knee, which was a surefire way to get me to jerk it back, but I threw my weight against the door to keep her from shutting it, and then I felt her give way. I burst into the room and saw her backing away, holding out her hands and laughing. “Please!” she pleaded in a mock terrified voice. “Don’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me.”

“Oh, I’m not going to hurt you,” I said in as sinister a voice as I could muster, thumbing the lock on the door so we wouldn’t be disturbed. “You just do as you’re told and you won’t get hurt.”

“You’re not going to tie me up again, are you?” Her brown eyes were wide with feigned fright, and she had backed all the way up against my dresser.

“I’m going to tie you up, but I think I’d better frisk you this time.”

“Better not. You might enjoy it too much.”

As I stepped toward her, she made as if to run past me, but I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back against me. She squealed with laughter and I smothered her cries with my hand. “Now listen, you just be quiet.” She moaned against my hand, but I considered it an agreement not to be noisy. I let go of her mouth and took out some more rope. “I’ll just have to tie you better this time. Sit in that chair.”

I motioned her toward my desk chair, a straight-backed wooden seat with no arms. She sat down, and I pulled her right hand down against the chair back, tying it tightly with the rope. I used some more on her upper arm, and then repeated the tying on her left arm, making sure that all the knots were out the reach of her fumbling fingers. Moving around in front of her, I tied each of her ankles to a chair leg, then did the same just below her knees. Finally, I took some rope and passed it around her waist and through the chair back, pulling it as tight as I dared before knotting it off in front of her.

She eyed me with much amusement as I stood up and pulled a bandanna from my pocket. “Do you really have to put that in my mouth? I’ll be quiet.”

“I know you’ll be quiet. Now open up!” I had the bandanna wadded in my hand, and I was pressing it against her lips when I heard my sister calling her name.

“Jenn, are you still up here? Where did you guys go?”

As she opened her mouth to call out to my sister, I crammed the entire bandanna into her mouth and covered it with my hand. I wondered briefly what Bryan was doing with Stephanie, but quickly dismissed it and waited for Tiffany to try the door. Jennifer whimpered into my hand as if threatening to try to scream, but I tightened my grip and hissed, “I wouldn’t if I were you.”

We both saw the doorknob jiggle, heard Tiffany again saying, “Where did you go?” And then she was moving back down the hall away from us. I’m sure she knew we were in there, but she was keeping up appearances for her guests. Breathing a sigh of relief, I pulled out a second bandanna and quickly rolled it up into a long band, which I placed carefully between Jennifer’s lips and pulled tightly around her head. Once it was knotted, I winked at her and moved quietly toward the door.

When I opened it, I gasped at the sight of my sister standing very close to it on the other side, grinning from ear to ear. “I knew you were in there!” she exclaimed. “Who’ve you got in there? Let me see!” Before I could answer, she had barged through the door, and then laughed at the sight of her best friend tied to a chair with and gagged. Jennifer gurgled strangely. “What’s that, Jenn? I didn’t understand you the first time.”

Jennifer grunted angrily, and we both understood her in spite of the bandanna clotting her throat Tiffany laughed. “Tsk, tsk, Jenn. No need to be rude.” She circled her bound friend, nodding approvingly. Then she looked at me. “So, am I next, or what?”

“Yeah, I guess so. But I’m not tying you two in here together.”

“No?” Tiffany replied. “Then where will you tie me up?”

“We’ll go to your room.”

"Sunday, February 1st 2004 - 12:41:58 AM
Hey PH or whatever your name is.... It's amazing that you have a negative comment for 95% of everything that is posted. Nobody cares what you don't like, we just want to read some stories. Maybe you should write one of your wonderful perfect stories since you seem to be the expert. 
steve "
 
 

Dear Steve, 

Your reply to me was really interesting since this was my first ever negative post to this site!

My name is Par, my signature is PH, but I doubt if you can pronounce either. Negative comments on the latest posted stories do not reflect on my views of all the entries posted on this site. I am probably one of the most positive of all commenting on posts.
 

You wrote:

"Nobody cares what you don't like,"

Hopefully many do, my little friend.

Further you wrote:

"Maybe you should write one of your wonderful perfect stories since you seem to be the expert. 
steve "

I am and have done that before, don't see any real reason to repeat myself, thank you very much!

There was a story - I believe from December 2000 - about a girl named Julie tying her friend to the bed and then giving him the tickling torture of a lifetime. It was a great f/m story and had all the elements that I like about those - gagging, tickling, taunting, etc. But I can't seem to find it anywhere. Can anyone find it for me? I found what was basically an "intro" to it from Noveber 30 2000, but can't find the actual story. If anyone can find it, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.

This site is awesome. Great stories, Anomalee, Kidnap Boy, Silent Simon and the rest. Great stuff.

Hopefully someone can find and repost that story. Thanks again.

I found the story you were looking for, so I'll post it here. The story was written by Luck Z.
 

Here is the intro:
 

Last year, after a college afternoon of drinking too much, I awoke to find that my friend Julie had tied my hands and feet down to her bed - she was sitting in a chair next to the bed when I woke up, and wasn't too pleased (I guess) with the fact that I'd passed out practically into a deep nap when she wanted to go do something. So I guess she decided she was going to make the most of my "condition." I was stretched out as far as I could go - my hands tied above me, my feet tied together and fastened down to the frame. The story that ensues is a good one - I became a kidnap and torture victim at the hands of a girl. I'll tell it sometime soon.
 

And here is part one of the story:
 

To continue on the story I started earlier - so I wake up from a drunken afternoon (this is last year, around 5 p.m. one day)to find my friend Julie - very angry with me for my above-mentioned drunkenness - has tied me down to her bed. That's where I semi-passed out - that's where I woke up. Only when I woke, my hands were tied above me to her headboard and my feet were tied together and fastened down to the bed frame. I was sleeping so deep that I never felt a thing. I woke groggily to find Julie sitting in a stuffed chair that she had pulled alongside her bed, sitting reading in a t-shirt, sweatpants, and socks, and not looking too happy. We were partying elsewhere and had plans for the afternoon, but I'd apparently ruuined them.

 She showed me very little sympathy when I woke up, tied up and confused.

 "Welcome back. Did you enjoy ruining my afternoon? We were supposed to go to Michelle's, but you got so blitzed at Freddie's that we had to come back here so you could lie down. That was 3 hours ago. Happy?"

 "Julie, what are you doing? WHo did this to me?"

 "I tied you up all by myself. Proud of me?"

 "Why'd you do this?" I asked, struggled a bit.

 "You ruined my afternoon, now I'm going to ruin your night." she replied.

 "SOrry."

 "Not as sorry as you're gonna be," she said. "You need to be punished. That's why I tied you down. You were so out of it you never even moved. And I'm not untying you until I think you're sorry and have leanred your lesson."

 This was weird. I'd never been tied up before, and now a girl has done it to me. She got up and walked across the room and lowered the shades, then went and locked her bedroom door. (She lived in an apartment and had a roommate - Sara - whose room was across the hall.)

 "Where's Sara?" I asked.

 "Out," Julie said, walking toward me. "So there's no use in you screaming for help. No one's going to rescue you."

 With that she climbed onto the bed and sat on me, straddling around my stomach. She adjusted the pillow under my head.

 "Comfortable," she askexd, giving me an annoyed anmd wicked smile.

 "Not at all," I said, pulling on the ropes. "How about untying me and I'll make it up to you. We'll go to dinner..."

 "No! No way!" she said. "I told you - you pissed me off, and now you pay. You have nothing to negotiate with, so don;t try. You're my hostage, with no leverage. Deal with it."

 I struggled some more while she sat on me. I looked around her to get a better look at what was holding me. It looked like my feet were tied together with silver duct tape and fastened to the frame with rope. My hands were under a blanket over my head and a little out of my sight, but they felt tied with rope too.

 "Struggle all you want. I tied you up very well. You'll only get tired." she said and started to laugh, hard and harder. Pretty soon she was laughing almost out of control. I giggled nervously.

 "What are you planning on doing to me?"

 "Torturing you. What else?"

 "But..." just then I heard the door open downstairs. It must have been Sara, who was also a close friend of mine. This was my chance! "Sa...!" I tried to scream, but Julie clamped her hand down over my mouth, holding her other hand to her lips and shaking her head.

 "Don't even think of yelling," she whispered harshly, moving her other hand down the bed where a pair of socks were. She then held one of the socks over my mouth to muffle any sounds. She looked even more pissed.
 

Part two:
 

More from the Julie story.

 She was now handgagging me with a sock. I heard Sara call for her and coming up the stairs. I was trying to call out but Julie's hand and the sock stopped me.

 "Julie, are you home? I thought you were out?"

 "I'm in here, Sar. I just woke up from a nap," she yelled back, her hand firmly in place while I struggled. She then whispered to me, "You don't shut up and lie still, you die!"

 "Can I come in?" she asked from just outside the door.

 ""Let me get dressed and I'll come out. You want to go to dinner?" and with that she gave me a wry smile, knowing that was what I wanted.

 "Sure. I'll meet you downstairs." And with that I heard Sara - some rescuer! - makiing her way back downstairs.

 Julie smiled, her hand still holding the sock on my mouth.

 "Now where were we? Guess I'll have to wait to torture you." She then reached to the nightstand where the duct tape was with her free hand.

 "I;m going to gag you with this tape. YOu say one word or try to scream and I'll put the tape on your stomach and rip it off. Then you legs! You got it?"

 And with that she very quickly taped my mouth shut with several pieces of duct tape. She got off me and walked to the closet, changing from her sweats to a pair of yellow- striped pants. She then took off her socks and replced them with a clean green pair of socks, then looking for shoes.

 "I'll be back later. If you have any thoughts on escaping, don't. You may not have noticed, but I borrowed Sara's handcuffs - that's what'd holding you to the bed. The rope just reinforces in."

 I grunted under the gag.

 "Well said. I don't want you to even move around, so..." and with that she went to her closet and came out with a piece of twine. She tied it around my big toe, and tied the other end to an empty Coke can. She placed the can on a chair at the foot of the bed, with only a little slack in the twine.

 "This is you alarm," she said. "This was I can tell if you moved. If you do, I torture you worse when I get back."

 I agaiin tried to yell "Don't leave me here," but the gag stopped everything.

 "You ruin my afternoon, I tie you up and gag you. Sounds fair to me," she said, slipping into her shoes and wlaking out the door and turning the lights out. "Bye."

 And she was gone. What could I do? I was tied down and gagged, and now this Coke can was my alarm. To hell with that, I thought. I kicked and kicked and squirmed. The can flew off the chair but I didn't care. I writhed around for a long time before finally giving up. She tied me up too well.

 So I lay there in the dark for a long time, awaiting whatever fate Julie had for me. The only good thing was the nap wiped out any hangover. I felt fine, but I was nervous, but also kind of enjoying myself. It felt weird. I figured I'd beg my kidnapper for mercy when she got home. Or beg Sara.It was the only way.

 Finally I heard the door open, and I heard one set of feet padding up the stairs. Uh oh, I thought. Where's Sara?

 The door opened and Julie walked in. She took her jacket off, took off her shoes, and walked over to the bed and sat down alongside me.

 "Sara's out with Rob - she's staying at his place," she said. What, was she a mindreader? "So looks like we have the place to ourselves."

 She looked at my bound feet and at the Coke can dangling.

 "You tried to escape, didn't you?" she said. I said nothing.

 "I told you you'd get worse if you tried. Now I have to think of something worse, I guess." 

She again straddled me and ripped off my gag. I gasped and winced.

 "Ahhh! Ouch But thanks."

 "It's the least I could do."

 "What are you going to do to me? Or what were you going to do to me?"

 Julie laughed. "No, the torture is the same. The Coke can was just to see how long it would be. I told myself it would be for an hour only if you actually listened. Then I'd untie you. But I guess you can't listen."

 "Julie, what are you going to do me?!"

 "I'm going to tickle you, stupid!"

 "No!!!!" I yelled and she handgagged me again. She knew I HATED to be tickled, because I was so ticklish. I mean I HATED, HATED, HATED it.

 "BEfore I tickle you, what do you want for a gag - socks or tape? You have 10 seconds before I use both." She took her hand off and I tried to beg.

 "JULIE, PLEASE. DON'T TICKLE ME..."

 "Socks or tape?"

 "Oh God, please! I..." and I saw her reaching for the grey socks she took off earlier. "OK! OK! Tape! Please don't put socks in my mouth!""

 "Please don't put socks in my mouth," she whimpered, mocking me. "OK. Tape it is." And she proceeded to gag me with tape again.

 "Let's see - where to start our tickle torture?" she said, poking her finger into my ribs. "How about here? Or here? Or here?"

 I felt my whole body go flush - I was angry as well as laughing. I hated being tickled - it was almost like a fear. But Julie didn't care and she fluttered her fingers around my ribs and stomach. Then up to my armpits and then down to my knees and thighs. I was crying now and bucking but she didn't stop.

 "How about some spider tickles?" she asked and pulled up my shirt and slid her fingers up and down my bare stomach. Then around my neck. I was in hysterics, sobbing and laughing under the gag.

 "Ooh," she squealed, "the spiders like to tickle you almost as much as I like to tickle you."

 Julie then turned around and taunted, "I'm going to tickle your feet! Bet you can't stop me!" She leaned back and tickled the bottoms of my feet. I thought I was going to die or wet my pants or pass out.

 Finally it was over. She took off my gag and watched me sob witl laughter.

 "Want me to tickle you some more?" she asked.

 "No," I panted. No no no no!!!"

 "Want more tickle torture? Want me to tickle your feet and ribs some more?"

 "Pleeeeeeeassse...."

 "Tell me you liked it!"

 "What???"

 "Tell me you liked me tying you up and gagging you and tickling you. Say it or I tickle some more!"

 "I liked it," I relented, even though I didn't really mean it. "I liked being tied up and tickled! And I'm sorry I got drunk and ruined your dat! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't tickle me anymore!!!!!!"

 "Good enough," Julie said, swinging her feet off of me and flopping onto the floor. "Oh, that was the best!"

 "Will you please untie me now?" I begged.

 "No, not yet," she said. "But I won't tickle you anymore- unless I have to. You're scheduled to be released at midnight. It's only 9 p.m. I'm keeping you tied up until midnight."

 "Oh God..."

 "And complaints will only lead to more tickle-torture!"

 So I said, "So what do we do now?"

 "We?" she said. "Well, I go downstairs and have a glass of wine and watch TV. You stay up here, bound and gagged."

 "Gagged?" I asked, not believing this.

 "Gagged," she replied with a sparkle in her eye. "Otherwise you can cry out for help. Socks or tape?" "Oh no..."

 "Socks or tape," she said, picking up the grey socks and putting them under my nose. "Maybe this can help you decide. These socks are pretty dirty."

 "Tape!" I yelled. "Just get those things away from me!"

 Julie giggled and bent down with the duct tape and taped my mouth shut again, but this time with only one piece. She then gave my foot a small tickle while I jumped.

 "Just kidding," she said. "But make any noise and I WILL tickle you. Got it?"

 I nodded and she left. I remained there until midnight, when she untied me. I'll never forget that day.

Although gags never played a role (except when you gagged her), did blindfolds ever become part of it? And the tying to a chair part sounds cool - I'd love to hear about it.

Anyway, go on and tell your other stories - I can't wait to hear them!

I will try to tell you a story about my first (and to this point, only) experience with this type of thing…It happened when I was about 16 (I am 19 now). My younger brother Tommy had some friends that liked to hang out in the woods behind our house. The woods was on the other side of a field my family owns. There are actually four sets of woods placed between fields in this area, and they are all bordered by county roads. This was where we used to have fun after school and on the weekends. My brother Tommy (12 then, 15 now), had a hundred friends it seemed, but he had about six that used to come and hang out with us from the houses nearby. It was a little while after Tommy’s birthday, and my parents had bought him the Laser Tag game he’d wanted. So he was really anxious to play his own version of it – he called it “war games”. The premise was simple: two teams of four or five people would set out into the woods and build a fort. Then the teams would hunt each other and ultimately try to capture the other team’s flag from the fort. The rules were simple too. We all had Laser Tag vests. If you got tagged, you were killed, and you were out of the game – you go home. Once everyone on the other team was either killed, or the flag was taken, your side lost. Because we were playing with four different woods and fields in between (not to mention a creek running through the middle of it all), finding the fort and/or killing the other team off would prove to be quite difficult. We planned the game ahead of time and arranged for the game to take place on Saturday and Sunday. Our parents were really good about letting us all hang out since we pretty much lived in the middle of nowhere. We brought out two large tents and arranged to camp out in the woods overnight. Saturday morning we got started.

We actually ended up with twelve participants, so we had six on each team. Tommy and I, along with his friends Jim, Jason and Eric, and my friend Gina were all on the Red Team, as identified by the pieces of cloth we had tied to our arms. Our team dressed pretty much the same, with white T-shirts and camouflage pants. On the Yellow Team were Tommy’s friends Rick, Tom F., Lee, Willie, and two of Lee’s friends whose names I don’t remember. Because Gina and I were the only two girls participating, Rick’s team insisted that we be divided between the two teams for fairness (I thought it was interesting that their team was arguing that they had an unfair advantage). Gina and I insisted that the teams were indeed fair, and they may actually be at a disadvantage because we girls were better with our aim. :o) They reluctantly agreed, and we got started. We flipped a coin to see who would go out into the woods first. Rick’s team went first, so they left. Our team waited inside the house for about 30 minutes until they were gone so we didn’t know where they went. Then we left and went out into the woods to build our fort.

About midway through Saturday we finished our fort. It was basically wood built up around our tent, with a couple of tree perches where we could look out and make sure no one was coming. We built it pretty near the creek, too, so we had a “trench” to hide in or run away in if it came to that. There was a jeep trail running by the rear of the fort, too, so we had to set up watch areas to protect it too. Proudly we hung our flag from the top of the tent, and decided who would go out to find the enemy fort.

Originally, I was supposed to go with Gina along the creek into the next woods to the west, to see what we could find. Jason would go south alone to the next woods, and the other three would stay behind and guard the fort. We were to report back with any “intel” and then the other three would go out Sunday while we stayed and guarded the fort. Gina decided after we left that she should sprint across the field to the south and hit the fourth woods. I told her that if she got killed that we wouldn’t be able to defend the fort and that we should stick together. She said she would just go circle the woods – not actually go in – and then report back to me at the creek bed. I agreed. So off she went, and there I stayed. I crouched low on the side of the creek, and things got real quiet. It was probably late afternoon around dinner time, so I snagged a candy bar from my pocket. Just as I did, I heard some movement in the field above the creek bed. I figured at first it must be Gina coming back…but something told me I should look. The paces were slow and heavy, not like Gina’s footsteps (she was not that big). I slowly crawled up the embankment, and peered out into the field. It was Lee! He was walking slowly through the field, about ten yards from me. He was walking east toward the woods where our fort was. He hadn’t seen or heard me. I cautiously drew my laser gun up to take him out, trying hard not to make any noise. As I did, I heard a noise behind me in the creek that wasn’t from me. I turned around to meet a hand covering my mouth. I shrieked into the hand. I noticed it was Willie. His hand covered my mouth and quickly his laser gun came up and rested against my vest target. “Make a move and you’re dead,” he said. Lee ran up and jumped down the embankment to meet his friend. He also raised his gun and aimed it at me. “Don’t make a sound…do you understand?” Willie said. I nodded, my heart still pounding from the scare I had a minute ago. “Good,” he said, and he slowly removed his hand from my mouth. I was actually quite impressed with how well they were acting out their parts…I decided to play along. “Please, don’t hurt me,” I said in a wavering voice, dropping my gun out of my hand. They ate it up. “No,” Willie smiled. “Just do as we say and things will be fine.” Then, to my amazement, Willie started to unbuckle my Laser Tag vest. I wasn’t sure why he was doing it, but I said nothing. When it was off, he handed it to Lee, and took me by my arm. He stood me up and pulled me by my arm down to the bottom of the creek bed. Willie spun me around so he was behind me, and Lee was in front of me. Lee aimed his gun at my vest in his other hand. “If I shoot this, you’re still dead,” he said. Willie then grabbed my arms and twisted them around behind my back. He crossed my wrists behind me and began winding rope around them. I turned my head to see him and protest, but he just said, “keep still”. I turned back to face Lee, who was smiling. I scowled at him, playing my angry damsel in distress part. I had hoped that Gina would be coming back any second now and help me out of the mess I found myself in. I could have yelled for her, but I was not about to get “killed” and be out of the game. I felt Willie pull the rope tight around my wrists, and cinch the knot up. “Okay.” Lee said, putting my vest down on the ground next to the water. He reached into his back pocket and revealed a piece of paper. “You’re Emily, right?” I nodded. “Okay, Emily. I’m Snake, and this is my associate Knox. We are your captors. You are now our hostage.” It was pure poetry. “I’m not going to give up our fort location, if that’s what you think,” I warned. “No,” Lee said. “We didn’t think you would.” He drew a sharpie out from his pocket and wrote on the paper. When he was done, he showed it to me. “When your friends come looking for you, they’ll find this,” Lee said, holding up the paper. It read: ‘Red Team: We have your precious Emily. Meet us tomorrow at this spot to negotiate her release.’
 

To be continued!

I went to pick her up at the her house and found a note on the door. It said c'mom in and wait in the living room. Turn on the tv.

I went in the living room and saw a note on the tv that said to go in the kitchen, have a drink and I'll be down in a few minutes.

I went into the kitchen and found a note on the refridgerator that said have a drink and come upstairs and wait outside my room.

I walked upstairs and found a note on her door that said come on in while I'm in the bathroom, I'll be right out.

I walked into her bedroom and there she layed on her bed. Tied to the bed. Obviously she had self tied herself. She had also tape gagged herself and had a note on her mouth saying I'M ALL YOURS HONEY. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

I pulled that note off and there was another one that said Do not remove the gag--have fun. I'm all yours.

I looked at her eyes and she had that usual twinkle in her beautiful blue eyes. So I knew she wasn't in any trouble. This was the first time she ever did anything like this so I was more than a little stunned.

I knew what I wanted to do (can't talk about that here on this board) buut also knew that Angie had rules about those things but what was peculiar was that she didn't want me to take her gag off. THIS WAS WIERD.

I tested her bonds and they were fairly tight. There was no escape, no way Angie could get loose on her own. Wnating to play around a little bit, I started to tickle her under her arms. She wiggled and twisted.

I then took off her shoes and started to tickle her feet. Then went back to under her arms and other areas that I knew she was ticklish at.

After doing this for awahile I indicated that we had a dinner date and started to reach for the tape gag. She mmmppped and nodded her head indicating no, no, no.

Frustrated I asked what she was doing this for. Stupid. Like she could answer me! The I noticed another note above her headboard. Angie pointed to it with her head. The note said forget about dinner, my parents will be gone all evening. Lets have fun but keep it clean. The note went on to say that being tied up was a fantasy she always had. In particular she had this fantasy of being bound and gagged and keeping her hero in suspence as to what to do next. To make it work, she couldn't talk to me. 

Interesting. 

I asked how long she had been that way. The only reply was mmmmmmmmmmmmmmphhhhhhhhhhh. How long do you want to stay this way? Again all I heard was mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

How will I know when to untie you?

Again...mmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhh.

Do you want to stay tied up. This time no verbal effort but a nod of the head indicating yes.

I thought to myself yes!

How about if I pretend that I am a kidnapper and you are my captive. Angie smiled with her eyes and nodded yes.

So for the next 45 minutes we played out a detective show with Angie being my victim and me being the kidnapper. I used the phone, went by the window. Played it out perfectly.

Suddenly I remembered that I had flowers out in the car. I told Angie not to go away and I would be right back. Her eyes indicated that wasn't in a situation to go anywhere.

I came back up with roses and pulled them out laying them beside Angie on the bed. Then I told her I always wanted to have her in a bed of roses. She smiled with her eyes.

Now Angie was starting to get a little restless and starting mmmpphhing and motioning to remove her gag. I played dumb and saId that I COULDN'T unerstand her and had to follow her command NOT to remove her gag as the note had said.

I was enjoying this. 

Then I though, perhaps she has to use the bathroom. I had no idea how long she had been there like that.

So I asked do you need to use the bathroom? She nodded no.

Do you want me tor emove your gag? She nooded yes. But what about the note not to remove the gag? Her eyes told the whole story and now Angie started mmmmpppping like crazy.

So I said okay, okay. Gently told the tape off and as she started to speak quickly hand gagged her and then re-tapped her mouth.

I reminded her that the note said under no conditions to remove the gag. I had to follow orders.

He has a way of clamping his hand over my mouth and squeeze my nose and then put his other hand over the first hand. His grip is like a vice.

Other times he'll just put his palm over my mouth from the front and put his other hand behind my head but again with such a grip that I can't get released. Sometimes he'll hold my hand so I can't reach up.

He has another way of putting his forefinger
in my mouth (like a cleave gag) so I can't talk and can't bite down either on him either.

And sometimes he'll just sneak behind me when I am on the couch or even lying on the floor with a bandana or a piece of duct tape and literally gag me and then hold my hands down. He usually uses a red bandana because he says it matches my red hair.
 

I used to hate it, but now I've gotten to enjoy it. Is this normal? 

Well, it's uncommon in that most people don't develop fetishes just like that (plenty of people have had someone put their hand over their mouth for example), but it's not rare. Heck, most fetishes are either undiscovered until the right thing triggers them, or I believe they can be caused by a weird experience you happen to enjoy yet feel mixed feelings about. So you're not "weird". You just developed a fetish.

Dan,

Your story sounds quite meanspirited. It's a real shame what happened to you. What's more, though, it's likely too R-rated for this site, which is about clean stories (note the rules on the posting page).
It says: "New posters: This site is for stories without sexual content. If your stories have a sexual part please consider leaving them out of the story or posting the story somewhere else. You will probably get more credit and reaction anyway!"
Anyway, I'm sorry to hear about what happened to you, but this is also likely not the place to tell about it. Sorry.

I just read your story and wanted to say that there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. I won't pretend hand-gagging is "mainstream" (whatever that word means) but neither is bondage. 

Hell, I like wearing rubber and plastic raincoats as well as bondage - does that make me weird or what? ha ha ha! :-D 

The big thing is that we are all different; that's what makes us so unique and interesting as people. It would be very boring if we were all the same.

Anyway, Tammy, I just want you to know that you're not alone with your thing about hand-gagging, plenty of other people enjoy the same thing. 

During the time I've been running TTT, I've met people with fetishes as diverse as lifejackets, feet, inflatable (plastic floaties), rubber, plastic, high-heeled shoes, pantyhose etcetera etcetera. 

Anyway, please feel free to check out my website as I've just recently posted a VERY good (true) story featuring hand-gagging and the author promises more to come (I've already received Part 2) 

Hope this helps. 

I used to date a guy 11 years ago who also was big on the hand over the mouth thing. At first I thought it was a little wierd too, but actually got to enjoy it.

I am a southerner with a deep southern accent. He was a northerner and italian. He used to call me the good lookin souther hick so I called him the italian yankee.

Anyway, almost from the first time we date, he had a fetish to put his hand over my mouth. Nothing new really, is there anybody who hasn't done this to their significant other?

This guy, like your guy did it fairly regularly though. He wasn't as creative as your guy, he would only use his palm.
I went along with it and found his palm across my mouth stimulating. I even teased him by calling him by his first name like his mother did. I won't use his real name but let's call him Albert. Normally I would call him Al which he liked and preferred. To get him ticked, I would call him Albert. This always aggravated him and he would plant his palm over my mouth.

So don't feel bad about the handgagging thing. It's normal, as long as your guy is not a rapist or involved in some other criminal act.

Al never gagged me. He wanted to get into a bondage game, but I wouldn't go for it. The handgagging thing was interesting and stimulating. 

"Well," I said, "I am your babysitter, Sam, my name is Peter."
"Sam looked up and said, "We will have fun tonight."

I smiled, the 9 year old looked all so inoccent, I figured it would be a breeze baby sitting him, just like Olivia Thushelton.

Sam said, "Can I have some freinds over?"
"You can have three friends," I said, "But thats all."

He ran out of the house and I turned on the tv on to watch it.

When he came back, he had three friends, Will, Jamie, and Ron, then, Sam sai, "Let us show you something." He pulled out a wooden chair, "Sit on this, and close your eyes, we will be back in a Jiffy."

I did this, wanting to be on good terms with the young ones. I heard them come back down stairs, and closed my eyes. They circled me, and two of them grabbed on to my shoulders. I opened my eyes with a jolt but it was to late, the other two were tying mw to the chair with rope.

"You little Basta..mmmppphhhh" was all I got out before they shoved an over sized sock in my mouth, and quickly seleaed it with about 30 peices of duct tape.

They ran around giving each other high 5's whilst I stuggled.

I was imprisoned and worried.

To be Continued...

Out in the hall, everything was dark and silent. Tiffany looked at me and said, “Have you already captured Stephanie and Denise, too?”

I smiled and nodded in reply. “They’re in Tim’s old room.”

“Really? I looked in there but I didn’t see them.”

Walking her down the hall, I decided we’d check on the rest of our friends before I tied my sister up. I opened the door to Tim’s room and went in, closing the door quickly behind me. We both listened intently, and I whispered, “Hey, Bryan! Are you up here?”

My friend did not reply, but there was a small sound coming from the closet. I grinned at Tiffany and jerked my head in that direction. “Take a look in the closet, Tiff.”

She did and gasped at the sight of her friend. Denise was still wedged in tightly between the boxes and the wall, her hands bound behind her back, her arms, legs and ankles looped tightly with rope. She was still blindfolded, and the lower half of her face was plastered in silver duct tape. Upon hearing the closet door open, she moaned into the gag, but Tiffany quickly shut the door and turned to look at me. “Did she put up a fight?”

“Yeah, she did.”

“She usually puts up a fight for us, too.”

I inhaled sharply and stared at my sister. “You girls tie each other up?”

“Sure,” she shrugged. “You think boys are the only ones who play like this?”

“I just didn’t know…”

“Yeah, well, you don’t know so much.” She laughed and said, “Where’s Stephanie?”

I really didn’t have a clue, and I told her as much. “Bryan must have taken her somewhere else. Maybe into your room. Let’s go check.”

But Tiffany’s room was empty as well. I wondered, but not for long. Closing the door, I said, “Time for the ropes, sis.”

“Tie me tight, brother. You don’t want me escaping and causing more trouble.” She grinned.

I decided to tie her in the closet, which was one of our favorite hide out places in the house. Tiffany had a huge walk in closet that took a turn at the end, making for a nice little cubby hole that could hide a prisoner. I had hidden Tiffany there plenty of times. She stepped inside willingly enough, and once around the corner, she placed her hands behind her back and crossed them, smiling over her shoulder at me. I didn’t hesitate, but started immediately tying her hands with rope I had stashed on the shelf there in the closet.

Once I had her hands bound, I looped some rope around her arms and chest, winding it below the small swells of her breasts and pulling it tight. She knelt at my command and I tied her ankles together, then I helped her lay face down on the carpet so that I could hog-tie her. Finally I reached for a handkerchief and a roll of tape.

Tiffany took the wadded cloth willingly into her mouth and closed her lips around it, smiling and trying not to laugh. I was quick with the tape, ripping strip after strip off and sealing them across her mouth until her face was covered from nose to chin and ear to ear with the shiny silver adhesive. Her blue eyes beamed at me when she tested the gag and found it as effective as ever. I pinched her cheek affectionately and said, “Now I have to go find Bryan and Stephanie. You just sit still, okay?”

“Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm” was her hummed reply, and I smiled gratefully as I exited the closet.
 

Easing down the steps as quietly as I could, I stood against the wall one step from the bottom and carefully peeked around the corner. What I saw I couldn’t believe.

Kevin was laying in a bundle on the dining room floor, hog-tied with rope we had stashed downstairs and gagged and blindfolded with our own bandannas. In a chair facing me sat Bryan, tied to the chair and securely gagged, but not blindfolded. In fact, his eyes were wide and staring at me, but he made no sound. I could not believe that two little girls had gotten the best of my friends, but that apparently was exactly what had happened. I waited a moment longer, then stepped out into the hallway to rescue them. Suddenly, everything went dark as a blanket was thrown over my head and three light-weight bodies crashed into mine, throwing me to the ground.

I tried to cry out, but got a mouthful of blanket as my reward. My hands were being pulled up behind my back and I heard the rip of tape as it was wrapped around my wrists. For my own sake, let me say that I put up a valiant struggle, but someone was sitting on my legs as they taped my feet together, and someone else was sitting on my butt. A third person pinned me to the floor with their knees on my shoulders, and I couldn’t do anything but wriggle. I knew I was bested, for the moment, but what they didn’t know was that two of their compatriots upstairs were secretly on my side.

They jerked me up onto my knees and yanked the blanket aside, and I barely had time to blink before I saw cute and blonde Stephanie with a wadded rag aiming toward my mouth. “Nogggmmmppphhhh!” I protested as she stuffed it in, and then I heard the rip of tape as one of the other girls slapped a strip over my lips and wrapped it all the way around my head. I really hated being gagged with tape, especially when it got in my hair, and I knew this was going to be a booger to get out of, but they kept winding until they were satisfied that my gag would not come loose before they ripped it off and patted the end down on my cheek. Amber and Kellie came around in front of me, grinning widely at their success.

I was quite impressed with the fact that they had managed to get all three of us like this, and I had it in mind that Kellie and Amber must have found Kevin and jumped him while we were upstairs with the others. Maybe Tiffany had even helped. And then somehow they had gotten to Bryan and Stephanie after I left the room with Jennifer. Glaring silently at my friend, I realized he was grinning around his gag, and he made an uncertain sound. The girls dragged me over and set me in a chair facing him, then wrapped some duct tape around my chest and shoulders to secure me to the chair. I rolled my eyes and grunted some more, but they ignored me. Then Stephanie got nose to nose with me and said, “Looks like your little plan didn’t work, Simon. Now we’re going to go rescue your sister and the others, and we’re going to watch our movies while you sit here and struggle!” She laughed, chucking my chin as she did so, and I thumped my chair angrily on the floor as they disappeared upstairs.

That’s when the unthinkable happened. I heard a door open downstairs, and I realized that in seconds one of my parents was going to come around the corner on their way to the kitchen and find us boys, sitting their trussed up like Thanksgiving turkeys. Bryan and I exchanged quick looks, and then my father stepped into the dining room. He didn’t see us at first, and we remained very still, and of course very quiet, but just as he was passing through the doorway into the kitchen he glanced my way and drew up short.

“Simon, what in the world is going on?”

“Hmmmmm-mmmmoommmmmmhhhh-onnnngggghhh!” I hummed beneath the tight strap of tape on my lips. He came a little closer and saw Kevin on the floor, then began to laugh.

“The girls did this to you, didn’t they?”

I nodded, again humming my affirmative response.

“I thought you were supposed to be at Bryan’s house tonight.”

I shrugged and tried to answer, hoping he would take the hint and remove my gag, but I feared he wasn’t going to do anything of the kind.

“Have you been tying up your sister and her friends tonight?”

Again, I nodded, blushing hotly beneath his gaze.

“And they turned the tables on you?” He roared with laughter, and then looked back toward the living room as my mom came out. She took one look and started shaking her head in dismay.

“Boys, haven’t I told you not to play rough with each other? Now look what you’ve done. You’re all tied up and no place to go.” She kept shaking her head as she continued into the kitchen, but my dad just kept staring. He moved over closer to Bryan’s chair and I saw him fumbling behind my friend’s back, whispering all the while. Bryan nodded and grunted into his gag, and then my dad joined mom in the kitchen.

Suddenly, Bryan brought his hands around in front and ripped the bandanna from his lips, spitting out the cloth they had wadded behind it. He deftly untied his feet, then knelt quickly beside Kevin and untied his hands. Leaving Kevin to get undone the rest of the way, he came to me and studied the tape around my face and limbs. Then he said, “I’m going to have to get some scissors or something, okay?”

I nodded and grunted for him to hurry. Kevin was almost completely untied, and an instant later, Bryan returned from the bathroom with a small pair of scissors He slipped the blades between my wrists and cut through the tape, then did the same to the tape around my arms. Next he did my feet, and then finally my mouth. Knowing nothing else to do, I spit the rag out of my mouth and taking the tape firmly in my grasp, I ripped it off around my neck, wincing as I pulled lots of hair out, but there was no time for pain. We had to stop the girls before they all got free and we had to start over.

And Anomalee, your stories are very nice as well. I can't wait to hear what happens next!

I woke up to see my sister on my bed and I went to get out but I couldn't move my arms and legs. "hello there little bro" she said "since u were being a little pest last night I am getting revange on u!" "what are you going to do?" I said stupidly but I forgot when she can do now. "first i will tickle the crap out of u" she said. she started tickling my feet and at the time I was very ticklish. "hahahahaha stop! hahahaha" after 2 minutes she stopped "that was a demo now open" "NO WAMMMPHH!" she stuffed a bandana in my mouth and wraped duct tape around it about 5 times. she started tickling me and I laughed and squirmed and she didn't stop for 30 minutes. she ungaged me "had enough?" "YES PLEZ STOP" "I don't know but I have some soaps to watch I'll be back in a while" she left and I started struggling but couldn't get free. 30 minutes later she came back "ur still tied haha!" she tickled me longer for about 2 hours then she untied me and I promised not to imbarrase her again.

I have this friend named Robby, he is two years younger than me, who wears those longer tube socks, except he rolls them down. I have tried to get my self tied by him for a long time.

The first time I got tied up by him was during manhunt. He had captured me with ease (he is bigger than me) from my teams base. 
Then, he said, "What am I gonna do with you? I should help out my team."
"You could tie me." up I said and slapped my mouth pretending to not mean to say it.
"Good idea," he said and went inside saying to me, "Wait here." I did, because I wanted to be tied up.

He came back outside with some rope and took me to the trees. He put me up against one and tied me up around the arms and legs.
"That should hold you, my captive," he said with a grin.
I gave him a false look of despair and said, "My team will save me when I call for help, unless you gagged me." I said
He looked agitated, "Gag you? How?" He thought about it, because I didn't know, he looked down and snapped his finger.
"I got it!!!" he said. He took off his shoes and socks and shoved one in my mouth and tyed the other one around. HE put his shoes back on and guarded me.

He was joking around about him taping me up to my bed post (bed posts were about 6'6" high). I told him if he would get rid of one of the things I had to do he could tape me up to the post. He said only if I was in shorts. I said sure. 

Since I was wearing normal clothes, I striped to my boxers and put a pair of my shorts on. He told me to sit on the ground and he would tape me up. I am not flexible enough for him to tape me the way he wanted so he modified it a little. He taped under my arms and around the post four or five times. He then taped my hands together as good as he could behind my back. He then put tape around my torso from the upper arms down to my belly button. He then put tape around my head to make it so I could not speak (for a second anyways). Jeff then asked Jessy if she wanted to do anything, she said no so I assumed she just didn't want to tape me up.

I got the tape of my mouth by licking it and it was easy to move. I moved a little and could get some of the tape lose a little. I tried grabbing things with my feet but could not reach anything but a screwdriver that was around a foot long. It was useless because I could not manuever it around to use it.

After around twenty minutes I was almost free and had only a little tape sticking to me and I was in the process of taking it off slowly; I then did something stupid. Jessy earlier said she didn't want to do it so I said she could do anything if she wanted to. Not knowing she has done it before with five rolls of ductape on people.

When she said she would I thought it would not be as hard. She had me stand instead of sitting; then started with the tape. There was around four fifths of the roll left. She wrapped the tape around me under my arms and on the other side of the post. Next she taped my hands so I could not move them with my elbows by my side. She then basically mummified me from my neck to my waistline. Then from my knees to my ankles she taped me...almost, she ran out of tape.

I was standing taped to a post and if anyone knows what it is like you would know you sweat under enough duck tape. If I would not have perspired so much I would have not gotten out. To keep it short, I got my hands out, then slowly moved around and got the tape a little wet. Eventually after a couple of hours with my friends laughing at me I got out. I took a shower and got the little bits of tape that still stuck to me off.

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Sorry if its a little incoherrent and the details less clear its getting late and I am not used to writing this much at one time.

I arrived at Dena’s house at 3 p.m. on a Saturday – her Mom was going out of town and mine was working, so naturally I was to sleep over. I don’t know if I need to recap, but here goes – Dena was blonde , beautiful, 17, a black belt, and my best friend. I was 14 and her frequent tie and tickle victim, mainly because she enjoyed it. I washer “kidnap boy.”

I got to Dena’s house and saw her putting her shoes on. Here’s what she was wearing: green cargo pants, green army-like socks, and a black, short-sleeve three button shirt. He shoes were those white Moccasins that were popular a few years back – dunno what they’re called. I thought she looked sexy as hell, as always.

“Hey squirt,” Dena said to me as I walked in, slipping into her shoes. “guess where we’re going?”

“Hi,” I said, sitting down in the living room where she was. I had a windbreaker, red-t-shirt, jeans, socks, and sneakers on. “What do you mean – I thought we were staying here?”

“We are Jess, but first we need to run an errand,” Dena said.

“Where? The store?” I asked.

“Sort of, Jess. Or should I say,” she stood up and started moving toward me, “KIDNAP BOY!”

And with that Dena lunged at me, catching me easily, and pulling me to the floor, where she pinned me and laughed. I swear I wasn’t in the door a minute!

“Oh no!” I yelled. “Dena, what are you…”

“Silence, kidnap boy,” Dena yelled, and gagged me with her hand. “Yes, I’ve let you go these past couple weeks. I bet you don’t even fear me, evil Dena anymore, do you?”

I mmphed into her hand but was helpless, pinned to the ground.

“Do you!” Dena yelled again, this time tickling me with her free hand. “Are you going to answer your best friend, or do I have to tickle it out of you???”

I yelled into her hand and giggled like a crazed loon from the rib and stomach tickling, dreading my fate.

“Just as ticklish as ever, aren’t we, you bad little boy?” Dena taunted while wiggling her fingers around my ribs while I thrashed, still hand-gagged. “Well, tonight is a good night for a kidnapping! I’ll tie you up good! Whether I torture you is up to you!”

More mmphing from me into my hand while Dena tickled me for a few more second, then stopped.

“Unfortunately, I’m not happy with the ropes I use to kidnap you anymore. Mostly their my jump ropes, and it’s always possible I could tie you up too well and have to cut you loose. Then I’d have to cut you loose, and I’d need new jump ropes. You see?” Dena said, finally ungagging me.

I gasped and said, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Dena said, still on top of me, “I need special ropes, just for you, Jess. Just to tie you up with. That’s why we’re going shopping.”

“Wh-what?” I asked, incredulous.

“We’re going to go shopping, honey, at the hardware store for some new ropes. You can even help me pick them out!” Dena said, still on top of me.

“What are you, weird?” I asked, struggling while she pinned me. “You want me to help pick out the ropes you’re going to use to tie me up? Are you crazy?”

Dena abruptly hand-gagged me again. “Consider it a field trip,” she said. “And watch your mouth. I told you that torture is NOT a guarantee tonight, maybe just tying you up. Of course, if you want to fight me, I suppose right now I can tie you up with your own shoelaces and tickle you until you cry. You choice!”

Three minutes later we were in the car, heading for the hardware store.
 

The hardware store was mostly empty and was pretty big for a locally owned place. It was owned be a pretty rich guy who also owned a carpet warehouse in town, and his daughter worked at both. I mention this because his daughter was named Marisa and was 17 and one of Dena’s best friends. 

Marisa was behind the counter in “household items,” a section that was entirely empty, when Dena and I approached.

“Dee – HI!” Marisa yelled, coming from behind the counter to hug her. She too, was hot. She had reddish-brown hair that was curly and past her shoulders, almost always tied in a pony tail. She wore a red-company vest over her button down short-sleeved sweater (it was warmish) and grey chinos and clogs. Yes, she was hot.

“And hi, Jeff. You pal-ing around with Dee this weekend?” Marisa asked, giving me an affectionate pat. She liked me – one thing great about Dena was she made sure all her friends liked me.

Before I could answer Dena spoke up.

“Mariss, we need to see your finest rope. It should be nice and soft, and plenty of it!” Dena said as I blushed the color of Marisa’s vest. What was she doing?

“Well, we’ve got all kinds of rope. I guess cotton is the softest. What do you need it for?” Marisa asked.

Oh God, I thought, she’s not going to…

Then it happened.

“To tie him up,” Dena said, pulling me over to her by the arm.. “I’m gonna tie him up tonight and I need JUST the right kind of rope to do it.”

Now Marisa blushed, then bit her lip, then held her hand over her mouth in disbelief. “Omigod, are you serious?” she asked with a laugh.

“Of course I’m serious,” Dena said.

Marisa could tell she was serious and starting cracking up.

“You’re really going to tie Jeff up?” she asked. “Wow! Do you know HOW to tie someone up?”

Dena, God bless her, didn’t let on that this had ever happened before. “We, uh, had a bet, and Jess here lost. So now I get to tie him up. And I need good rope.”

Marisa and she laughed and then Marisa said, “Well, then, miss, you and your, uh, HOSTAGE come this way,” and Marisa then took me by the hand to an aisle with all the rope.

She and Dena discussed the rope briefly, various kinds.

“What are you looking for?” Marisa asked. “You want to tie his hands and feet, that’s all? Or hoist him up or something?”

“Mostly hands and feet,” Dena said, headlocking me. “Whatever holds this little tiger here.”

“Well, then, this stuff here,” Marisa said, handing her a packet of 30 feet of white cotton rope “should hold you little prisoner here forever. Get this kind.”

“Care to try it on, Jess,” Dena asked, devastatingly while I blushed and giggled. “Nah, guess not. I’ll take two bundles.”

With that, we all walked over to her check out counter and Marisa rang up Dena’s rope.

“You know, Dee, two things,” Marisa said, handing her the rope in a bag.

“Hmm?” Dena said.

“Well, I hear if you run the rope through the washer and dryer, it REALLY softens it up. You know, so it doesn’t hurt him when he’s tied up,” Marisa said.

“Really,” Dena said. “Thanks, I’ll try that. What else?”

“Well,” Marisa said with a killer smile and blush, reaching across the counter and taking my hand, “I haven’t tied anyone up since I was about 10. I get off at 6 – would you mind…”

“C’mon bye,” Dena said while I tried to object. But she put her hand over my mouth to shut me up. “You and I will BOTH tie him up.”

“Ooooh,” Marisa giggled, winking at me. “See you at 6:15, Jeffrey!”

Oh God!

So there we were, back at Dena’s house around 4 :30 – we stopped for ice cream first. With me telling her all along I couldn’t believe she told Marisa what we do. (NOTE: Yes, privately I was LOVING IT.)

I went down to turn on the TV while Dena walked straight to the cellar with the rope and put it in the wash. I heard the machine go on.

Dena came in the room, sat next to me on the futon, kicked her shoes off, and sat Indian style in her green socks. “The ropes should be ready in an hour. I haven’t decided whether to tie you up first or wait for Marisa to get here. Any thoughts?”

“Dena, I have no thoughts at all. Does it even matter what I think?” I asked.

Dena gave me that evil grin. “No, it doesn’t,” she said, inching over to me and putting her arm around me. “I guess I have to decide whatever is more HUMILIATING for you, huh? Being tied up by one girl or two. Tough choice.”

“I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do to change your mind? You know, we haven’t talked about that. Can I buy you off? Do chores? Uh…be your slave for the day? Anything I can do to keep you from tying me up?” I asked, weakly.

“Honey, if I wanted a slave, I’d tie you up and MAKE you my slave. If I wanted your money, I’d tie you up and TAKE your money. No, no, no, no – you are worth SO much more to me than that,” Dena snickered, still holding onto me.

“What…what do you…”

“You….are my… Kidnap Boy” she said proudly, kissing me on the cheek and making me blush. “It’s worth so much more than money. Looksie – you just had the misfortune of being born three years after me. Tough break. But these days won’t last forever, so for now, I’m older, I’m tougher, and I – I – am the one who does the kidnapping!”

I laughed and she did too.

“Let’s watch MTV,” Dena said, sitting back. “Relax. You’ve got an hour before I decide.”

How quickly an hour goes by.

An hour later Dena came from the dryer holding a huge bundle of warm, extra soft white rope. She went to a desk in the corner, got out some sciossors, and cut about 5 pieces, all 5 or 6 feet long. Marisa was due in about 25 minutes, and I could tell by the look on Dena’s face that she didn’t want to wait.

Dena tucked 4 of the 5 ropes into her pants pocker, grinned evil again, and said, “You’ve got 5 minutes to hide. GO!”

I took off throughout the house while Dena sat down lauighing. I was looking for the perfect place to hide. Finally, I got it! I ran past her with about a minute to spare, into the garage, and got into her car and locked the doors. Safe!

Dena padded out to the garage in her socked feet. She stared at me in the backseat of the car and produced the rope. “Give up now and there won’t ne any torture!” Dena yelled. “If you don’t – well, I have to recommend a harsher punishment.”

“No way!” I yelled back. I’m not coming out of here!”

Dena shook her head and walked inside the house, where she stayed for a while. I checked my watch – it was now 6:05 and Marisa’s arrival was imminent. What was Dena doing in there? But I wasn’t getting out to find out.

It was around that time that I realized I didn’t have the car keys. And it was around THAT time that Dena emerged from the house with car keys in one hand, ropes in the other. I was dead.

I fought against the door, but Dena unlocked it, got ahold of me, and dragged me out. She then forced me into the house and tackled me, pinning me stomach down.

“Such a bad, bad boy” Dena yelled while trying my hands behind my back. “You can’t ever escape from me. Don’t you know that by now, kidnap boy? Although I have to admit, giving you a head start was fun. There, all tied up. Let’s get your feet.”

And with that, she tied my feet at the ankles with very little problem. Then she tied my knees and dragged me over to the futon. As I got there, the doorbell rang! It was Marisa!

“Come on down, Marisa!” Dena yelled, standing over my bound body, and Marisa came trotting down the stairs. Dena quickly whispered, “Our secret is safe! This is our first time, as far as she knows, if you want. OK?”

I nodded as Marisa arrived in front of me, wearing the same outfit (short-sleeved button-down sweater, grey chinos, clogs) minus the red store vest.

“OH” Marisa whooped, holding her hands over her mouth again. “I can’t believe it! You DID tie me up! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

“Oh, it was easy, hon. I’m a black belt, remember?” Dena said, dragging me off the futon and to the floor. “Take off your shoes and stay awhile. We need to figure out what to do with our hostage!”

“Mmmmmm,” Marisa purred, taking off her shoes to reveal her white socks and walking over to where I was, now bound at both girls’ feet. “What SHOULD we do to him, Dee? Our own hostage - This is sooooo exciting.”

“W-w-w-well girls, if you don’t mind me saying, I think the two of you should wrestle!” I stammered, stupidly, but amused by myself. Idiot.

“Hmm. He’s talkative, isn’t he?” Dena said. “We should shut him up.”

“You mean we should gag him? Wow – you play serious,” Marisa said. “What do you want to gag him with? We have some rags or tape or something?”

“I have something in mind,” Dena said winking, while I groaned and writhed at her feet. “Sit on him, wouldja Mariss, to hold him down? I’ll be right back.”

Dena left the room and Marissa sat on my waist, pinning me, and giggling. “This is so much fun – its like you’re our prisoner. You ever been tied up before, Jeff?”

I was determined to keep our secret. “N-no, never,” I said. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”

Marisa laughed, “Of course not. We’re just playing.”

At that moment, Dena arrived with a folding chair from downstairs and placed it near my head, sitting down in it. Marisa continued to pin me, her knees at my sides and her feet behind her.

“I don’t like my hostages talking back to me, Marisa. Do you?” Dena asked.

Marisa played along like a pro. “Hmm,” she frowned, “no I do NOT!” Did you bring something to gag him with?”

“Sure did,” Dena sneered, raising her feet up. “Right here. My feet. This should shut you up, boy!” And Dena forced her right foot over my mouth while Marisa gasped.

“God, Dena! Isn’t that gross? I mean, your feet?” Marisa exclaimed while I yelled into Dena’s latest foot-gag.

“Nah, my feet don’t smell to much, do they, kidnap boy?” she asked, calling me “the name.”

I writhed and moaned and yelled, “Yes, your feet smell, Dena!” into her foot, uselessly.

Marisa was impressed. “What a great torture! A sock in his mouth. You’re good, Dena!”

“I know a better torture, sweetie. Tickle him! He’s the most ticklish little boy you ever saw!” and I screamed like nuts into her foot.

“Whooo! You’re ticklish??? Oooo boy – let’s tickle you then” Marisa shouted with a taunting smile and started to ravage my ribs, stomach, and chest. Her wiggling fingers tickled me everywhere, almost as effectively as Dena.“WHEW! He IS ticklish, Dena! Tickle tickle, Jeff-rey! Wassa matter? You ticklish? Are you? Huh? Huh?”

Tears were rolling down my face as Marisa tickled me half to death and Dena kept gagging me with her foot.

“Tickle his feet, doll. He’ll jump out of his skin!” Dena yelled as my screams stayed muffled. “Ooh, you don’t want Marisa to tickle your little feet? To tickle your little footsies? Ooooh, too bad. Too bad your hands are tied behind your back, kidnap boy.”

“You feet, huh?” Marisa said with a demonic sparkle in her eye, “OK!” And she moved down to my ankles, pinning them. “Let’s get your shoes and socks off.”

Marisa took off both my shoes and both socks and then started to lightly finger my feet up and down, and I screamed some more into Dena’s foot. I tried to loosen the ropes that tied me but couldn’t. Torture!

“Woo-hoo! You ARE really ticklish!” Marisa yelled, tickling my feet up and down. “Dema, you are so sadistic. I anyone tickled me like this, I’d die! Tickle tickle, Jeffie. Are your feet ticklish? Are they? Are they? Wooooo! Tickle tickle.”

“My turn,” Dena yelled. “Let’s switch places. Out your foot over his mouth.”

Dena got up an then pinned me while Marissa moved to the chair and I screamed, “NO! NO! NO MORE! DON’T TICKLE ME ANYMORE! PLEASE! NO MORE! NO MORE! PLEASE! I CAN’T…I CAN’T…”

“Time to shut you up,” Marissa said sharply and lowered her white socked foot onto my face. It didn’t smell as bad as Dena’s socks, but not that great either. “I started tickling you, and now Dena’s going to finish the job. Tickle him to death, Dena!”

And that’s what she practically did. Dena tickled me everywhere – Marisa was a good tickler, but Dena was the best. I laughed and cried while she tortured my stomach, ribs, and feet, giggling all the while and taunting me. It was about 40 minutes worth (since the tickling started) when Dena finally stopped.

“Break time,” she announce. “You can take your feet off his mouth, Marisa. He’s ready to explode. Marisa giggled harded and took her feet off my mouth. Dena untied my feet while Marisa untied my hands and I kept panting.

“Are we letting him go?” Marisa asked.

“No way,” Dena said. She took the uncut rope out and tied it around my ankle, then to the futon leg. It was 30 feet long – long enough for me to go to the bathroom and walk around the room, but now I was basically on an ankle leash. “Just a temporary reprieve. Go to the bathroom and then come back. Don’t try anything funny or…or Marisa will gag you with her bare feet!”

“Guys, please…” I begged.

Marisa took her sock off and wiggled her bare toes at me. “Are you disobeying us?” she asked. It was amazing how fast she picked up on our game she was loving it and was just as sadistic as Dena, it seemed!

“No! No! I have to pee! Leave me alone! Do I get a break?” I asked.

“For a while,” Dena said with a grin, wiggling her tickle-crazy fingers. “Until we think of what to do to you next! Now get!

And I was off to the bathroom - I really had to go - and a little more free for the time being. But still their hostage and with a long night ahead of me.

(To be continued)

I will continue i need to go now.

You need to know that I didn't go to Steves Party in order to get my revenge on Ben and Jim.
Mike:"Why didn't you come over for a beer?"
If I had told them the truth, they would consider me as some kind of SM-Freak.
Me:" Oh, Hi! Why don't you come inside? Do you want to play some matches?"
Mike:" Oh, No.... I just came over to get you to Steves Party!"
At this Moment he gave me a tackle and Chris held me on the ground. Josh then quickly clamped his Hand over my mouth while Chris started to tape my wrists behind my back. I wonder why Nick Ben and Jim didn't hear me. When all my limbs were secured and my mouth taped shut, they started to carry me over to Steves house. I was pretty angry for them to keep me away from getting my revenge on Ben and Jim. Steves house wasn't far off from Nicks place. You can imagine the faces of my friends, when they saw me getting carried by Josh , Chris and Mike while being tied up. But as quickly as they tied me, they released me. I asked them, why they didn't just ask me to come over to Steve.
Mike :" Come on, donm't be such a party-blocker! It had just been fun! " 
Me:" Ah, well ... BUt i still think it was a bit unnecessary to tie me up."
Mike:" If you want to go back to your own party, then you can go. We are here till 5 O' Clock. But promise that you'll pay us a visit here!
Me (in a funny voice):" Alright , you loghead..."

Well, it has been strange to meet all those guys in a bondage-game at exactly this day! 
I will post the rest of the actions of this night later.
I'm still a bit tired from this whole lan-thing. I didn't sleep at all today, so I'll go to bed exactly when I press this "Sign the Book"-Button.

So, see you soon!!

How about the times when she tied you to other things, like chairs? Also, did she ever use blindfolds?

Recently, me and Danna, the girl I loved to use as my hostage in games had a major falling out. She refered to my hopes for SF as "wanting to murder." 'Nuff of the soap opera.

After meeting with a strong contigent of airsofters, I met a gal by the name of Molly. A small gymnist with an extremely wild personality. On Monday, we decided to play a game of airsoft. We were sifting through a small booklet of scenarios I had typed up, and we found a most delightful little mission. Titled Spec Op Hostage rescue, I proudly take credit for making this scenario. The Spec Op team consists of 6 people. The Militia team consists of about 15.

Molly over heard us and volunteered to be hostage. I was half-way done loading BB's into one of my Gas TMP's magazine when I heard her chime "Oh! Do I get to be tied up?" I glanced over and actually thought of Canuck's site. She got on her safety goggles and she had just put on her heavy coat when one of the Militia team members had started wrapping ducttape around her upperbody. 

I didn't get to see the entire taping, I had to go brief with my team. However, I did catch a glimpse of them carrying her, taped up and gagged, out the door into their van. My team hopped into our car and followed after. We arrived at an old farm. The owners delight in watching our mock battles, but they were out of town for the week. The militia quickly ran to their positions, dug in, and set Molly in a covered area. Since we don't have enough paintball masks between us, we give the masks to the combatants first, and all hostages must be kept in a covered area.

Snow is difficult to fight in. In a scenario where stealth is your best friend, snow is such a nasty thing! Your best bet is to stick to wooded areas that have covered the ground from snow.

The 6 man Spec Ops team sat under a tree scanning with our binocs. We must observe where every Militiaman is. We can plot a map and decide the best course of action. The Militia team only gets Spring rifles. The Spec Op team gets Gas machine pistols. The plan was for me to go find out where Molly was and try my best to secure her. 2 men would go to the west side of the barn where the militia was, and 3 others to the north.

*Crunch! Crunch! Crunch* The snow announces my every foot step. Luck with me, one side of the barn has bare ground on it. With TMP at the ready I peek in through a crack. I nearly sh*t myself when my eyes meet with those of Molly's. She "Mmmphed" but no one from the Militia team noticed. I reach to my side pack to contact my teammates, then I realize... I've forgotten.... my radio............

D'oh!!

I go prone and slide in through an opening in the old barn.
Molly watches and struggles in the tape as I crawl near. We are both situated in a horse's stall. I look through the boards and see militiamen standing around. 2 of them are laughing, one is.. sleeping... quite odd. I brush off the novelty and look upwards. I notice a ladder leading up into the hayloft. I climb up it slowly. The dadgum thing creakded so much. I went up inside the hay loft and peared down onto the militiamen. 

I pause and observe the militiamen for half a minute, then I notice 2 of them leave the barn. The one sleeping wakes up and walks over to Molly. He pinches her cheek and tickles her side by reaching in through the top of her coat. I bring up my TMP, put his back into the reddot scope, and fire off a 3 round burst. All 3 BB's hit and he looks around dumbfounded. He takes a seat by Molly and takes the magazine out of his rifle. I creep down and pick her up. Without bothering to sneak, I run out the back. I start to here the "phutphutphut" of gas SMGs as my teammates engage the other team!

We finished the round with a victory. And the guy I nailed was actually the only score in the game. Odd. I would trust my friends have better shots.

Thorne. Airsoft is a sport to be enjoyed by all ages, contact me if you would like to learn more.

CU

homed boy

I didn’t have time to ask Bryan and Kevin how they got captured, but my neck still smarted where the tape had been wrapped around my head, catching some of my hair in the process. When I ripped the tape off, the hair came with it, and the pain was enough to remind me that I needed some answers before this night was out. But for right now, we just had to concentrate on regaining the upper hand with my sister’s slumber party pals.

We topped the stairs and rounded the corner, noticing that all three doors were open. Dashing into Tim’s old bedroom, I jerked open the closet door and was pleased to see that curly-headed Denise was still secure, wedged in tightly between the wall and some boxes with her hands bound behind her, gagged with both bandanna and tape, and blindfolded in the dark for good measure. I patted her on the head, ignoring her whines for release as I closed the door. Apparently, they hadn’t found Denise.

Tiffany had been tied up in the end of her own closet, but when we checked, we found no sign that she had even been there, not even the ropes, handkerchief and tape I had used to tie her up. Looking at my friends curiously, I motioned for silence and we slipped down the hall toward my bedroom. I really couldn’t believe what we saw.

Tiffany, Jennifer and Stephanie were standing over the red-headed sisters, Kellie and Amber. The latter two were tied back to back in a bundle on the floor, and they were none too happy about it. To my utter amazement, Kellie’s hands had been pulled backward and tied in front of Amber’s stomach, and Amber’s had been tied in front of Kellie’s. More rope encircled their bodies to keep them together, and their legs had been tied around the ankles, knees and thighs. Their mouths were taped shut, and from the muffled grunting behind the silver adhesive, I assumed their mouths were stuffed full of cloth as well. Now they were sitting on the floor looking angrily up at their captors and grunting furiously. That’s when they saw us.

I detected the change in the grunts, from protest to warning, but the other three never turned around. Bryan being the tallest reached for Jennifer, Kevin for my sister, and I for Stephanie. We grabbed them all at the same time, silencing their cries of surprise with our hands. I clamped my palm down especially hard on Stephanie, still aggravated at her having got the upper hand with me before. From the moment I grabbed her, it was a fierce struggle, and I did not know what was going on with the other two struggling pairs until it was all over. Stephanie was more than a handful for me.

With her had pinned against my shoulder and my hand tight over her mouth, I wrapped my other arm around her, trapping her arms at her sides. She squealed and tried to twist, by I held her firm. Next she tried to stomp my feet and kick me, but I danced quickly without losing my grip and tossed her onto my bed. There was some rope under my pillow, and straddling her legs, I released her mouth and grabbed both of her hands, pulling them behind her back. She continued trying to kick me, but to no avail, and though she could have screamed for help, she didn’t. She merely continued grunting her frustration as she fought to avoid being bound.

I succeeded in crossing her wrists and binding them with a quick loop that secured her long enough for me to wrap her hands more thoroughly without much difficulty. I rolled off her and caught her feet, pulling them up until her heels were pressed against her rump, and I tied them tightly together, then hog-tied her. She tried to jerk free, but she was tiring. To tell the truth, so was I, but I wasn’t about to let this one get away.

Once she was secured by the ropes and knew she couldn’t get away, Stephanie’s voice pealed with a laughing call for help, which I smothered with my hand while reaching for a handkerchief. At that moment, I looked over and saw that my friends had successfully wrestled the other two into submission. Now Tiffany was tied to the chair where I had put Jennifer before, a wadded bandanna stuffed all the way into her mouth but not tied, and Kevin and Bryan both were subduing Jennifer, who was tightly gagged and nearly bound. Satisfied that the girls were well in hand, I looked to the one underneath mine and grinned. Her blue eyes glimmered with humor, and I thought I felt a smile spreading beneath my palm.

“You know what’s next, right?”

“Mmmmm-hmmmmm,” she replied, moaning against my hand and tilting her jaw a little as if to say, “bring it on!”

So I did. Holding her jaw in my hand, I pressed the wadded handkerchief between her lips, cramming it in over her tongue and into her throat before I grabbed a second one and quickly stretched it between her lips. She took the rolled up cloth into her mouth and raised her head for me to tie, stretching tautly so that the gag was as tight and deep as possible. Knotting it off, I patted her cheek and sat up on the bed, tired by triumphant at the sight of all five captive girls. We had succeeded in capturing them all, and now I didn’t have a clue what to do with them.

There is a way to do this bu tmake sure you have a sharp object placed wherever you choose to be able to cut your way out, because struggling loose is nearly impossible.

Ok so you take rope (or whatever the material, the thinner the better) and tie one end to the other. You now have a loop. Fold this loop and adjust it until it is small enough to comfortably fit both your wrists...not so that you cant free them (that comes later) or that it is excessively hard to do so. Just slip them in. You now have what we will call your Wrist Coil. 

Now the way I have done this is by way of hogtie. If this is not what you are looking for, at the end I will try a different way. So place your wrist coil on the floor or bed or whatever you are to be bound on. Now tie your feet together in whatever fashion you desire but make sure to leave a sufficient amount of rope after the knot.

The length of this extra rope will apporoximately be the length between your wrists and feet, so gauge that as you will.

At the end of this rope, create a slipknot or noose. Im sure you can research how to do this if you dont know already. With this slipknot you will have a loop. Take your wrist coil and slip it through the slipknot loop without altering the shape of your coil too much. you should know have a small opening on each side of the slipknot loop. These openings are where your hands go. Now you put your hands behind you, feel around, and slip your hands into the wrist coil, which should be slid in the slipknot loop.

Now all you do is pull. The slipknot will pull tight, closing the two openings creating VERY snug handcuff-type things. The beauty of this is the harder you pull, the tighter it becomes.

Now if it isnt a hog tie you are after, you can just have a large length of rope at the end of your ankle bindings so that the hog tie is barely noticable. 

Or you can take a rope and make your slipknot. Place something very heavy at the other end of it, or hold it in place with your toe or something, and pull the slipknot tight that way.

Hope that helped.

It was a game, a game of war. I was the leader of an oblivious group of 5 boys against a group of 7.

It started at school, my best friend Josh got in a fight with a huge kid named Rex, and the only way to have the score settled against huge Rex was a paintball war.

Everyone had a paintball gun and if yuou got shot, you died or got injured. Death shots were the middle of the body not counting the arms, but injur shots were the legs and arms. If you got shot in the head, the person who sht you had to stand against a wall and let the guy shoot you in the balls.

If you got killed, you had to go home. If you got injured you could run away and the team would have to give you 5 seconds.

Everyone could die, except for the two leaders, and I was one of the leaders. If a leader got a death shot, they, of course, died. If a leader got a wound shot, they had to sit down for 5 seconds and allow the other team to capture them, if they didn't claim you in 5 seconds, you could escape.

Well, our team was ready and we went out. We split up, knowing there was no chance. I saw one of their team mates, a kid named Jack, get killed. My spirit got lifted. Then I saw Jamie, a kid on my team, fall, and then I saw a kid named Sam on my team get killed. What really got me down was when Josh got killed, which made only two of us left. Mike and me. I didn't know where Mike was, so I felt alone.

I ran through the woods, hearing footsteps behing me. I got out of breath in a clearing and turned around to see one of their team behind me, a kid named Brock. I saw him aim for the left leg and knew I was a goner. He hit it with accuracy and came to me with a duffel bag. He tied my wrists behid my back and stood me up, I yelled for help (I could get saved) but not long before he gagged me with his dirty socks and three pieces of duc tape.

He took me to his base, where his leader Drake said he was to take me to "the place". I was taken to his house and held captive for 4 hours.

Either speak now or forever hold your peace.

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I liked your stories, so by all means keep posting =)

Cheers!
-A

It was an ordinary summer day, and our plans were ready!!! All of my friends were going to play the war today and it was exciting. We were gonna play my cousin's baseball team. His name was Dennis, and he was the one who got me into bondage. He was a little fat, I mean, he was fat enough to have titties. He was the catcher on his baseball team and his friends were all athletic and quick. There name's in Alphabetical order were Alex, Carlos, Edward, Gil, Jay, Malcolm, Raul, and Thomas. They were all quick and athletic, so it was gonna be a good game.

The list of my friends, in the game, in Alphabetical order; Albert (Al) Billy, Don, Erin, Ivan, Samantha (Sammy) and Samuel (Sam), (faternal twins). I had girls that were friends, and Erin was my girl friend.

We let the games begin!!! We started at night, we thought it was a lot more fun that way, and my team's base was my backyard. There team's base was Dennis's back yard. We all got ready and at 8 o clock, we started. My team split into pairs, that is, everyone did except Samuel. We were to meet back at 8 thirty.

I went out with my partner Ivan and we saw and took down Gil, we each had a hand on him and we took him to the tree in the backyard. We tied him to the tree. Everyone else came back. No one had been captured!!!

I was feeling cocky now, so I said we should split up. Samuel (the biggest) could watch our prisioner from the bushes. Splitting my team up ended being my bane. In 5 minuets of being out there, I was surronded. Then, Dennis gave an order "Go and capture the one wtching base, and go free old Gil."

2 of them went, and I was taken to their base. I was tied to the tree and was about to call for help, when Dennis came over "No, you can't be heard. Malcolm, get it now!" Malclom comes over with a sock and duct tape. He gags me with his baseball sock and three strips of duct tape. I was scared, we never used gags before!!!

Sam cam 5 minuets later and the same thing happened to him.

I will post the rest later
To Be Continued!

I'm 14 and I've convinced one of my girl friends to tie me up (:D), but we can't do it at my house or hers, because we would get caught. Any suggestions on good places to do it?

Thanks

it was a 8 hour drive and we were all bored. half the team was asleep (not me). a kid pulled out duct tape and we quietly taped his hands behind his back. we gagged him when he woke up so I sat on him while we did that and taped his ankiels. we didn't do anything but tickle him.... the kid who helped me needed to use the bathroom so he went in and I waited looking at him. then I saw a hand cover my mouth from behind me and grab hold of me... the figure shoved me on my back in a seat and i saw it was the tied up kid's sister. "oh shit" i was thinking. I tried to get away but a hot girl sat on me. the girl taped my ankiels and wrists and gagged me with socks and duct tape. they couldn't do much to me but tickle me later they untied me and I told them i was sry for tieing their bro.

This weeks update sees more of Kane with his delightful "Lost in the Woods" gallery featuring progressive tying as well as another 7 all-new stories (6 fictional, 1 true) including more bondage and hand-gagging fun from Harold. Lastly, I've also added another 11 or so new links to round off the last update of February.

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We volunteered little Molly again, who ended up being hogtied, by moi! She sat down infront of me, I pulled her hands behind her back and tied them tightly. I asked if they were tight. "Yea, like really tight." I pulled my Harley-Davidson bandana over her mouth and knotted it off behind her head. "Shaddup." After tying her knees and ankles tightly, I decided to make it worse for her by tying her elbows then connecting arms to legs. 

We left her inside the house went out into the backyard, had some shoot outs, came back in and she was still bound to my delight. 

I think I should have more "casual" tie up games than just airsoft sometime. ;)

@BoyCatcher, Shirts off? I could say the same about girls, but then that'd make me look horny ;) 

Contact me, we can further take this debate. :P

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Around 8:00 i woke up hogtied on lisa's bed. I asked what happened. She looked so pissed off with melody sitting right next to her. I tried to get up. But i soon realized i was hogtied. She say'd you forgot and totaly ruined our plans. So she said she would ruin your night. I said i was sorry but they did'nt listen to me. They were planing on what to do to me. I was nervous and kept apologizing. They ignored me. Soon they came back and told me that they were gonna tortue me.

They both knew i was very ticklish. So they tickled me endlessly for 25 minutes. Iwas sobbing as they laughed. Soon they came back with a ball gag and did'nt like that i was yelling. So i sai'd "no please dont im sorry, IM SORRY , IM SORRY!,MPHHHHH MPH...after the gag was on they put about 5 pieces of tape on my mouth and shut tight. The phone rang and it was lisa's boy friend. Lisa was gonna go out, but melody was going to stay to watch me. She said that they were planing to leave meh there until i have learned my lesson not to forget them. 

I MPHHH MPHHH endlessly. Soon melody looked bored,so i knew she was gonna do something to meh. She took off my shirt and started to tickle my stomach and my ribs. It felt like i was gonna die. She took her camera and took pictures. That was so uncompfortable. She told me that she was gonna show them to lisa. She sat on my stomach and turned on the t.v for aobut 1 hour. I needed to use the bathroom. She did'nt let me go. She told me to hold it in. Do you have any idea how hard it is to hold it in? when 2 girls hav just finished tickling you.

Lisa came home and melody showed her the pictures. She laughed liked crazy , and asked melody if i was being a bad. She said "yes". How could she , i did'nt even do anytihng. She said yes just so that they would punish me . They decided to leave me there in the dark while they went to the living room to do their home work (we were all in college). They left me there for about an hour.It wuz about 10:00 pm. I tried so hard to escape. I made alot of noise. So they came back in and they said was was i being a bad slave. So thats what they would call me "slave". They took my shirt off again and tickled me some more. I could'nt take it.

It was 11:00 when they wen to sleep leaving me on the floor. When they were sleeping i tried so hard to escape and leave that i got so tired i fell asleep. In the mornin melody hit my stomahc (lightly) and woke me up. They asked if i leanred my lesson?... I nodded with a yes. They took off the gag and untied me. I said sorry and i wasn't gonna do it again.

So we played on my ps2 for about 15 minutes (street fighter). She won me. I couldnt believe this hapened. She left the room and say'd she would hav to think about what tu do tu meh. Later her friend came over(13), natalie. They planned it for a while . They both went to natalies house and i went also. They got a bag with some stuff in it. We went back to my house and they told me to wait. When i did'nt suspect it ,they jumped out on meh and tied my hands together really hard.

They came took a ball gag and gagged meh. Then they took 5 pieces of tape and shut my mouth tight. IT hurt my mouth alot. The gag was really tight on and all i could say was A MPHHH MPHHHH...THen they took out some rope and tied my feet up. Then they took my feet and my hands put them close together and tied them up. Giving meh a hogtie. 

AT first it did'nt really hurt, but after about 10 minutes my back started to hurt. It felt sore. I did'nt see them comiong back any time soon. They blind folded me with a bandana and watched a movie " the underworld". Thy did'nt even think that i was in pain. I tried os many times to get free and yell but the gagged stopped it

About now my back was realli hurting me...so they untied the hogtie and jus left me thier normaly tied up. I groaned through the gag in pain. The movies took 2 hours. After the movie christine, as as my girl friend knew i was ticklish and took my shoes and socks off and started to tickle my feet. Endlessly for about 1 hour i could'nt breathe fomr the tickling. They stopped and it was 4:00 pm.

I never thought that they would keep me thier for more then 3 hours...but they did. They hogtied me again because they knew that i wasnt in pain no more. They put me on my stomach and tickled meh again. I thought hat it was unfair they got to tickle me while i was bound and couldnt do anything to make them stop. Iwas laughing LIKE KRAZY...I luaghed in my gag and still pissed off. The ball gag and ropes started to hurt me badly. 

It became 6:00 pm. Again leaving me thier in pain and bound they went out. That was my chance to escape. I struggled and rolled around for about 25 minutes. It didnt help at all, it just made me feel tired. So thier i was laying on the bed gagged, blind folded and hogtied. They came back at around 8:00...I felt like i was gonna die. I was trapped for 10 hours. So they knew that my stomach started to hurt so they undid the hogtie again> So i was in a normaly tied up again. They both went to the comptuer and went on aim. 

Natalie used hour computer for about 1 hour and my girl frend christine was constanlty tickling me and touching my stomach (i thoguht that felt good). It was 10:00 and i could'nt bare the thoguht of being tickled again. I tried to tell her it hurted but the gagged stopped everything. So both of them wen to go eat something THEY STILL HADN'T FREE'D ME. It was 12:00 and they finaly untied me and undid the gag. my back was sore for about 2 day's but she was bein nice to me after.