I am a 15 year old guy, and have liked this whole idea for years now... and still don't know how I can get tied up and gagged by someone.
I dont care if it's a guy or a girl.

I would really truly appreciate any way to get someone to do it for me...

a short but fun story. hope you all liked it.

I personally can't imagine someone taking someone's shoes and socks off if they thought their feet were gross.

As long as I'm posting, I'd like to say to Silent Simon that I really enjoy your stories. I hope to hear another one soon. I'd also like to get in contact with you some time. 
Anyways. . .

I walked up the stairs, and when I got to the top, I walked into the hallway. Suddenly, a strong hand which was holding a rag clamped over my mouth. The rag was damp (with chloroform I know now) and I tried my hardest to pull it from my mouth, but as soon as I took a breath in, I fell limp, unconscious. 

When I awoke, my hands were handcuffed behind me, me feet were handcuffed together, and they were connected with another pair of handcuffs. I had ropes around my chest, above and below my breasts, and a tight crotchrope was applied to me. I was blindfolded with cloth and gagged with tape. I immediately began to struggle, but to no avail. With handcuffs, there was no WAY I could escape without a key, and I knew nothing of what was going on. I didn't think it could be Hannah who had bound me because she was still new at the games, but I didn't think it could have been anyone else. Suddenly, I felt fear because I knew that anything could have happened, such as a robber breaking in. Here I was, helpless and laying in a place that I had no idea where I was. Suddenly, I realized that I was in my lingerie. Whoever had knocked me out had also stripped me down to my underwear. I heard footsteps get close to me, and fingers began tickling my feet gently. I squirmed and tried to say something, but all I could do was MMPH into my gag. I rolled over and two more hands grabbed me and held me on my back while another two began tickling me all over my body. I tried to struggle, but the hands holding me down were very strong and the crotchrope was so very tight. The two hands holding me began to tickle me also as I was held down by the legs of the two captors. 

I tried to squirm and scream, but no sound came from my gag, and the handcuffs weren't moving an inch. After a short while, the tickling stopped. However, a few minutes later, the hands started rubbing ice all over my body, and it was very cold. I couldn't do anything but try to scream. After the ice melted, I felt like things couldn't get any worse, but my crotchrope was tightened even more. Suddenly, I felt someone taking off my blindfold. Just as the blindfold came off, I heard Hannah say, "I told you I had a surprise." When I could see, I saw Shelly standing next to her. "We planned this whole thing," she told me. I MMMPHED angrily, but they only laughed. "Oh, and we have someone here to see you," Shelly added and pointed to Hannah's bed (we were in her room) I looked over to her bed and saw Brandy laying down, tied in a spread eagle with each of her limbs handcuffed to a different post of her bed. She also had a crotchrope, and she was gagged with tape. 

"Well, we'll let you two have fun. For now, we're gonna go watch a movie," Hannah said. Shelly and Hannah then lifted me and lay me on the bed with Brandy. Then, they tied our crothropes together and left the room.

We got free and got revenge, but that is another story. I'll post it this weekend some time. Also, me and my friends are planning to play some tie up games over spring break next week, so I'll keep you updated.

So getting to my story, i was about...oh, i guess 15 at the time, and i was over at my friend Christian's house for the new years eve party they have every year. Well, we didnt give comunion until after midnight, and it was (let me take my best guess here) 8:45ish, when another kid named Dusty came over. 
Well we all decided to go back in Christian's room, and play videogames, or just watch TV. Well someone had the bright idea to tie each other up, and time it to see how long it took us to get out. Forgot to mention, Christian was 12, and Dusty was 10 (i was hanging with the little dudes i guess, they were cool, better than most friends i had that were my age, lol). 
So naturally, we started with the oldest, me. Dusty bounded me pretty well, he just made one mistake, he was afraid of hurting me, even though i told him he wouldn't, which resulted in me getting out in about 20 seconds. He didnt even try i dont think, so then i figured, it was his turn, i would show him how it was done. So i took the jumprope (it was a very, very long older one) and did a real fancy hogtie, i was so proud of myself. Christian thought it would be fun to have gags, but i told him he was next, and all we's had was dirty socks, he decided a no on that. Well right before my very eyes, 2 minutes after, Dusty got out. Next it was Christians turn, boy this was going to be fun, he had never done this before, and was a bit testy at first, but me and Dusty (the ones with the obsession) descided to work together on this one to create and inescapeable bound...

Sorry to leave you folks in a horrible suspence, but i can't finish right this minute, there will most likely be more tomorrow, see ya'll!

Just want to say that you really know how to spend time with your girlfriends. It's a nice story Melissa...Hopefully you'll get even with Hanna! Can't wait to read that episode "Damsel in Distress".

Have fun!

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Chloroform is not the sweet, innocent "knockout" substance it's portrayed as in fiction. Awakening from Chloroform exposure almost always includes sickness, nausea and serious headaches.

Hope I amswered you wuestion.

This happened last week during my sisters (12) birthday party. We (me, her and about 5 others) had just come back from her laser quest party where I kicked her ass and she swore she would get me back. At the time, I didn't care at the time (due to every time she attacked me she was left in a pile of bones in a corner) but, due to my extremely slow mind, completely forgot about her friends being there.

I had gone upto my room to play on a game to try and pass the hours of torment which I would be forced to endure if I socialised with them. After about an hour, I heard a really strange noise from the other room. At first I thought it was my cat getting locked in the cellar but after a while that it was coming from my sisters room which was right across the landing from me. When I went out to investigate, I got jumped by my sister and her friends (the landing where our rooms are arranged in a square. Me and my sisters room are opposite, there is a bathroom on the right and on the left there is the stairs to the rest of the house) who had been hiding around the corner of the door to the bathroom and hiding on the stairs.

Before I knew what had happened, I was on the floor with a pillow case over my head being sat on by my sisters friends (which was remarkably heavy seeing as they hardly weighed anything) and I heard the hugely irritating commanding voice of my sister telling her ‘gremlin army’ get their own back upon me (seriously sore losers).

A split second later, two of them had forced my arms crossed in front of me and my hands handcuffed behind my neck with some handcuffs my sister had gotten from a fair a few months back. With the pillowcase still over my head, I was lead down the stairs and taken to the cellar. Our cellar is where our parents keep all the boxes of stuff we don’t need where they are left to rot into decay.

When we arrived there, I was forced onto the pool table where the pillowcase was instantly removed. 

‘WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING’ I yelled at her but instantly, a hand clapped over my mouth and stopped me from calling any attention to my predicament. As I looked around, I could see nothing except where my sisters friends had torches all pointed at my face so I couldn’t see. Just then, I heard my sister whisper something into one of her friends ears upon which she left. She returned about a minute later with one of the countless pairs of blindfolds you get on aeroplanes, a pair of socks and a one of her gown belts. She tied the pair of socks to the middle of the belt and forced this into my mouth (replacing the hand) where she then tied it behind my head thus preventing all forms of communication and stuck the blindfolds on. I then felt my legs being tied together and brought up and tied to the chain connecting the handcuffs stopping me from moving altogether.

Just as I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did. I felt some ropes being tied across me seriously tightly to the pockets in the table and the sound of the girls leaving.

I lay there for what seemed like days (which actually turned out to be all night because my sisters friends where all staying over). The morning finally came. I heard all the girls come down and the ropes across me being released. After that I felt the blindfolds come of but made no difference because they still hadn’t turned the lights on and there was no windows. My legs where untied but they didn’t fully release me, they just left at that moment, dropping the key to the handcuffs on the floor as they left.

I jumped down, released myself and am and still are planning my revenge at the right time to get my sister back.

my parents where out of town and we had a freind of theres named Helen babysitting us kids while they where gone.

anyway i was in kindergarden so my siblings where already off to school way before me and it was just me and helen there at the house. it was about 45 minutes before the bus would arrive and i came into the kitchen to find helen there still in her pink silk nightgown sitting at the table writing a letter. now at this age i didn't notice at that age but now that i think back on it she was so HOT sitting there with nothing on but pink silk, a lot of leg showing, and her toe-nails painted red. she had really long legs and long blond hair.
anyway i walked in and said "watcha doin?"

"I'm just writing a letter to a friend."

"cool."

i sat down and had a bowl of cerial. i saw a peice of string on the table (probably one of the cat's toys) and picked it up. being in kindergarden i wasn't really scared to do things like what i was about to do. i left the room and then snuck back in pretending to be a spy. it was obviouse that she saw me but she pretended not to. i ducked under the table and crawled towards her chair. i took the string and began tying her feet together. she didn't protest at all. on the contary she helpfully moved her feet together for me. once i had tied them together i tickled her feet a little bit and she giggled. i did this for a while and then glanced around the kitchen. i saw a roll of clear packing tape on the counter and went back into stealth mode. i snuck out from the table and over to the counter. i grabbed the tape and moved back to the table just as she had finished her letter and sealed it. she then casualy leaned back and put her arms on the arms of the chair. it was obviouse she was doing this to make things easy for me. i snuck in and taped her left arm to the chair. she just kept glancing around like she didn't even notice. i then taped her right arm to the chair are her upper body to the back of the chair. i was getting really excited now with the babysitter tied up so i taped her knees and feet together as well. for the final touch i tore off about 6 or 7 feet of tape and rapped it all the way around her mouth and the back of her head sealing her mouth completely shut.

I tickled her sides, legs, feet...all over her whole body i tickled her untill tears where coming down her eyes. i wished more than anything in the world that school was cancelled that day but no such luck. i kept her tied up as long as possible tickling her all over. but then i had to untie her and head off to school. we never really talked about that again but it was great while it lasted.

that's my story feal free to coment.

She came over and she rang the door bell. I opened the door, but i was hiding behind the door. It worked out perfectly. I tied her hands 

" WHAT THE F*** R YOU DOING?!?!"
"revenge for the last time"
"what!?!? why!!!?"
"what you did was unfair"
"no it wasnt we had a BET"

I explained to her. She unstood but looked pretty pissed off. (by the way we were both 14). She kept on screaming and stggling. So i finally tied up her feet and gagged her with the ball gag.

"MPPHH MPPH!!"

Lol, it was cool and satisfying seeing her scream . I got pretty bored. So i carried her into my room and on my bed. Still struggling. I went on AIM. Sheesh all the people i hated were online. So i left an away msg and jus layed bak.

I turned on the tv. Wow nothing to watch but stupid info mercials. It was funny to watch her stuggle. JUs like she did with me. So i pretty bored. I decided to have a little fun with her while she could'nt do anything about it.
I tickled her feet and her stoamch. It was so fun amking her wiggle and stuggly. 

" HAHA MPHH MPHH HAHA MPHH" laffing in her own gag.

It was about 2;00 now. I never knew how slow time passed if you wait for it to pass. So i went down into the living room and watched some t.v. Finally something to watch. There was a movie i could'nt remember the name of. It was over at 4:00. I went and checked up on natalie. She was still struggling and screaming for help.

So i went to take a shower and also get something to eat also. I took a shower at 4:25. I finished eating at 5:00. So so bored. I went into my room and got some papers and stuff out of my back pack. So i would actually have something to do until i would let her go. As usaul i had LOTs and LOTs of home work. Oh god math, algebra, science. french, language and eglish . Dammit so much hw. Well i was really slow doing my homework.

I lost track of time. Uh oh i might of left her tied up in my room for extra long. I went up there and...

to be continued~

Well it was Christians turn to be tied up, and he was a bit nervous about it (he had never done this before), but me and Dusty assured him we would go easy with him, fat chance! Me and Dusty had him get close to him bunk bed and (he had a ladder that was built into the bunk bed on the side) put his arms on the bars. Well with shoe strings, me and Dusty bound his hands really tight to the bars, then took some belts and did the same thing to his feet. Well we then naturally took the jump rope and wrapped it around him and looped it around the bars and tied it off, basically making him immobile (unable to move, I had to look that one up too, lol...not really, its a joke). Well we timed him, after about five minutes of watching him struggle; I decided to make it harder for him, so I looked for more things to tie him up with. I found about 4 or 5 karate belts (he was in karate at the time) and you guessed it, duct tape! So making him think that we were going to release him, we undid everything and let him go, me and Dusty told him we were going to take a quick break, and told him he might want something to drink or to use the restroom, he took both. This gave me and Dusty more than enough time to hide so we could jump him! 
Well we turned off the lights and waited for him, sure enough he cam back and I snuck over and…pounce, I was on him, soon as I jumped him, Dusty shut the door and turned on the light. He was struggling so much I could barley keep a-hold of him, but Dusty finally got over there and tied his feet. Then we decided to use duct tape to bind his hands, this whole time he was hollering (didn’t do any good, the music was blaring in the front room and everyone was talking, no one heard him except us). Even though it was pointless, we taped his mouth shut; it was then that he gave up struggling. 
We stood him up and tried to figure out what to do next. “Well, we could always mummify him in tape.” Dust said with a great big smile on his face. 
“No, that’s too hard, let’s think about something different, something that hasn’t been done a thousand times.” I said, my mind still thinking. “Hey, I know just the thing!” I said as I climbed his bunk bed to the top. Dusty just looked at me.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a very puzzled face.
I smiled, “Bring him up here,” I then looked at Christian and finished my sentence “Lets tape him to the bar, and hang him over the bed.” 
“Huh?” Dusty asked confused. 
“We are going to tape him to this side bar hanging over the floor.” I said
“That’s too much work, lets just lift him up and tape him to the ladder, it’s still above the ground, so let’s do that, why make it complicated?” he asked. 
“Like your idea better, lets do it!” I said smiling even bigger now, an inescapable bond at last!
So we did as Dusty suggested, we taped him up, he of course, lol, had no objections. We then blindfolded him with one of his karate belts, man he was a sight to see! We then played his videogames for about two hours, then since it was now about two hours till midnight, we decided to un-tape him, after we did, he vowed to get us back, and oh boy did he get us back with horrible torture…now I must go, till the next time…

Anyway they where all over one day and we where all bored. we decided to invent a game. after discussing it for a while we decided that 3 people would tie up one person and leave the room for five minutes while they tried to escape. we went around thw house searching for our own supplies to use on the victim. i found 2 jump ropes, a scarf, 3 bandanas, and (lucky me) a roll of duct tape. i easily had the most and best supplies. 

we decided to tie up ruthann first. chelsea and elissa went to work on her arms. i tied her feet together with a jump rope, her knees with a bandana, her torso to the back of the chair with a jump rope, the scarf to tie her upper legs to the chair, and the last to bandanas i used to gag her. 

we left the room. Once we got into the next room i got a plan to have some fun. i pretended to be pretty depressed and slumped around the room. chelsea and elissa felt sorry for me and asked what was wrong. i told them i didn't think i was any good at tying and i wished i could have some more practice. they fealt bad and picked up a bunch of socks and my duct tape and handed them all to me. they told me i could practice on them to get a bit better before they next round. i wouldn't pass up this chance. i tied their feet together with some socks and tape their hands behind their backs.i tied their knees together with some socks to. they wher both lying on the bed now. i took all the remaining socks and them together to make two long things with them. i pulled their hands and feet together with these in a couple of hogties. i gagged them with some tape and stood back to admire my work.i looked at the clock and saw that ruthann had already had 7 minutes. i wished i could just keep these girls tied up forever, but i untied them. they assured me that i was good at tying and looked a little relieved that i had untied them.

we came into the other room just as ruthann was untying her feet. technicaly she probably was still tied up quite a bit when the time was up but i let it slide because of the fun i had had.

we decided to tie me up next (i wanted to get it over with for the fun). they used the peices of rope and scarves to tie my feet together and my hands to the chair, then they went against the rules (girls will be girls)and took one of my scarves to gag me with. lucky for me ruthann's friends where going easy on me because i was "ruthann's cute little brother" and they where the ones tying my hands. i got free pretty quick. 

we tied up chelsea next. i basicly did the same thing to her as my sister, but i enjoyed it more on chelsea you know. i was saving most of my tape for elissa, but i decided to spare a few strips to gag chelsea. she looked pretty hot tied up like that and i was reluctant to leave the room, but at the same time i was looking forward to tying up elissa. so we went out for five minutes. when we came back chelsea was still completely and utterly bound and gagged. it looked like she hadn't even tried (although we had heard her struggling). we had decided before that if you weren't able to get free in time their would be consequences. we all looked at eachother and smiled an evil smile. we advanced on chelsea and took off her shoes. we tickled her feet and sides for 5 minutes, with her struggling around and squeeling into the tape the whole time. i was enjoying this day more and more. then we untied her and she glared at us. we just shrugged.

now the part i had been looking forward to the whole day. 
elissa's turn. she slowly sat in the chair.i didn't hesitate. first i tied her feet with a jump rope and her knees with a bandana. i tied her torso with a jump rope and her upper legs with the scarf like usual. then i took out the duct tape. i rapped sevral layers around her feet despite the fact that they where already tied. nobdy questioned me because ellisa was known for being an escape artist. i tied her knees and torso with tape as well. when ruthann and chelsea where finished i was still at work. i taped her arms and hands where ruthann and chelsea had already done. i was pretty sure that elissa was immobilized by now. i took a bandana and rolled it up. i stuffed it in her mouth and put a lot of layers of tape over her lips. i taped her whole bottom face, completely sealing her mouth shut. i had one bandana left and i didn't know what to do with it. then it didn't hit me. i felt stupid for not thinking of it before. i took the last bandana and brought it over her eyes, blindfolding her. 

feeling satisfied with this job, we left the room. we heard a lot of struggling and mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmphing coming from the room. after five minutes we came inside and saw tha she had in fact managed to loosen some of the tape on her legs and feet but was still bound completely. we could very well tickle her with her feet being able to move around freely, so i re-taped her legs and feet. we removed her shoes and tickled her mercilessly. after 5 or 10 minutes we decided we should untie her so we did. we all agreed that it was fun and we should do it again sometime but sadly we never did. 

thats my story sorry if it was a little long. if you have any questions just ask. 

anyway she saw me and gave me that evil look. i ran and she chased me. in the church there where plenty of places to hide and i ducked into a utility room. i looked around it and found a roll of black electric tape. i got a great idea and stuffed it in my pocket. when i heard her come near i poked my head out the door and she saw me. i pretended to be scared and ran back inside. she followed. she closed the door behind her and stood there staring evily at me. i pulled the tape out of my pocket and said
"if you come over here i'll have to defend myself." she just smiled a wicked smile and advanced. she got close and made a grab for me. i grabbed one of her arms and she grabbed one of mine. we where in a struggle for quite a while in there but somehow after a while (she wasn't resisting VERY much. but she was resisting) i got her hands behind her back and crossed them. i was able to rap about five layers of tape around them before she kicked me. she stood there trying to free herself as i got up. i grabbed her and pushed her down onto the table that was in the room. i got her on her stomach and tied her hands very thoroughly. then i sat on her hands and tried to get her feet together. she was kicking around wildly but was still not screaming or protesting. after a while and after taking a few kicks i was able to tape her feet together. now she was pretty much mine. i tied her knees and then bent them so that her feet where touching her butt. i taped her upper legs and her lower legs together forcing her knees to stay bent. she wasn't struggling anymore. she was just laying there. i sat her up a little bit and taped her arms toher back. then i tape a few more strips around her hands and brought it up to meet her feet pulling hir into a tight hogtie. i rolled her onto her stomach and looked around the room. i found a clean cloth and stuffed it into her mouth. then i taped her mouth shut with sevral layers of tape. she was mine. she just glared at me now. i took another cloth and blindfolded her. i then sat on the table and caught my breath. she didn't struggle much.

after a while i reached for her and took off her shoes and socks. now she was struggling a bid and mmmmmmmmmmmmmphing into her gag. i slowly begane to tickle her feet. she screamed into her gag and rolled all over the place trying to get away. i sat on her back and continued to tickle her without mercy. she clenched her feet and toes laughing and screaming into her gag. after a while i stopped. i got up and said.
"well it's been a pleasure. see you later." with that i turned out the light in the room and opened and closed the door to make her think i had left. (i wanted to see her reaction. she looked around wildly (or she would have been looking if she wasn't blindfolded. then she thrashed around wildly trying to free herself. i enjoyed watching her for a while. then i really snuck out of the room making as little noise as possible. i joined the party again, talked with some friends, ate some wings. i only stayed there for about 10 or 15 minutes though. i went back to the room and came inside. i flipped on the light and saw her still on the table, but no longer struggling. i laughed out loud. i came over to the table. i was about to let her go but i remembered how many times she had kicked me and taunted me. i tickled her feet some more. after about 10 minutes i just sat their looking at her. for the first time i noticed that she was really hot. i decided i should untie her now. i found some scisers and cut the hog tie. then i cut the bindings that kept her knees bent so she stretched out her legs. now she just lay on her stomahc with her kegs outstretched, looking hotter and hotter.i cut the tape on her knees and undid the bindings on her torso and back. she was now only bound hand and foot, gagged and blindfolded. 
"you really did deserve this" i said. she made no reply. just laid there. i turned her over onto her back. her shirt had come up a little bit exposing her belly. i decided she needed just a bit more torture. i tickled her sides untill she was out of breath. i picked her up and brought her to a closet. i put her inside and closed it, locking it behind me. i heard her scream and thrash around wildly. i opened the closet and laughed.
"just kidding." 
she grunted. i brought her back to the table and sat her down in a chair. i thought she might attack me again when she was free so i got an idea. i untied her feet, but then tied them to the legs of the chair. she moaned into her gag thinking i was going to tie her up again. but then i removed the blindfold. she didn't glare at me or look pissed. she just looked at me. i told her
"gotta get a head start you know." i didn't take off her gag, but i untied her hands then, knowing that she could free herself from there. i walked out of the room and joined the party. about 5 minutes later leanne joined us. she started talking with her friends and i heard one of them ask where she had been.
"just lying around." she replied as she looked over at me. i smiled and enjoyed the rest of the party. she didn't kick me anymore that night but that wouldn't be the last time i would have to run from her. 
 

I was 14 and my parents got a divorce and I moved a few towns away with my father. I have two older brothers. Jeff is 3 years older then me and Andy is 4 years older. I made quick friends with this boy John that lived next door. He was a year younger then me. I used to hang out in the woods behind our houses with him and his brother and we used to ride the bus to school together. One time we were walking home from the bus stop the subject of being tied up came up, I'm sure I bought it up somehow,lol. He said he thought it was hysterical seeing someone all tied up trying to wiggle free. I laughed and we started talking about something else. A few weeks later we had a day off from school and we were alone hanging out at my house. Nobody would be home for hours.We were hanging out in the family room watching TV. We ended up talking about being tied up again, I brought it up somehow,lol. So I laid out the dare. "I bet if you tied me up I could escape." His eyes perked up and he said "OK, I'll tie you up!" I went to my room to get some pieces of clothesline rope that I kept around just for these situations. I came back with the rope and he was like "How are we gonna do this?" I gave him the rope and laid on my stomach on the floor, I always loved being tied up on my belly,lol. "I'll lay on my stomach like this." Then I put my hands behind me to show him. He had this big smile on his face, he was like "Ohhh OK!" Then he sat on my butt and pulled my hands behind me. He actually pulled my hands back and crossed my forearms over each other. He picked the longest piece of rope, like 8 feet and started to wrap it around my wrists and forearms. He kept cinching it tight each time he wrapped it. I remember being very cooperative lifting my hands as much as I could so he could tie me. I loved being tied up lol. Then he finally knotted it tight right in the center on top so I would have no chance to reach it. He climbed off of me and knelt beside me smiling. "Try to get out of that" I rolled from sides to side and wiggled and squirmed as much as I could, much to his delight. I remember him kneeling there with his arms folded laughing his ass off. It was very tight, my hands and arms were useless. 

Just then we here a car pull up and doors closing. My brother Jeff was home with a few of his friends!! I squimed to my feet as quick as I could with John laughing even harder at my situation. I ran into the bathroom and shut the door with my shoulder. I heard my brother and his friend come in the house. As I stood there looking at myself in the mirror struggling helplessly with my hands tied tight as hell behind me, I was terrified at the thought of them seeing me in this position! I'm going to have to be untied..this is going to be sooo humiliating! But, lucky for me the bathroom I was in had another door that opened up into my father's room. John came in the door and waved me over to him laughing. With a gasp of relief I desparately offered him my hands to be untied. He picked the knot as quick as he could and I wriggled the rest of the way out. I came out of the bathroom and no one knew anything. Whew! That was a close one. LOL

I was tied up by John one other time. I'll post that story soon if you guys want to hear it
 

my sister and her 2 friends were watching a tv show. knowing one of them is very hot I joined in and made wisecrack comments during the movie. they got sick of it and kicked me out of the room haha. I went on aim and no one was on. I waited for an hour playing an online game. I was about to win when I felt the chair slip out form under me forcing me to fall. just then I felt something sit on me and the lights were turned off (dark outside) I had no idea about anything and I didn't have much time to react so I start to get away when I felt some pressure around my legs and knees. I tried to move them but they were taped together. I then felt my hands and elbows being taped and I felt something slap some duct tape and a bandana in my mouth and seal it with the duct tape. I saw the lights flicker on and my sister's friends were there. I was thinking where the hell my sister is. I was told she was going out with her boyfriend and they also added I was theirs for the whole night. I tried to yell but only came out muffled cries. they took me to my sister's room and put me on the bed and tickled me nuts for an hour (I am very ticklish) so then as they were enjoying it I was about to die (not literal) they told me this was a punishment for interupting their movie and I trying to say big deal its just a movie when they started to tape me to a chair and put makeup on me and I'd have to say to all those who'd had that you do not squirm during that u get jammed in the eye and it kills so after they took pictures and left me there till my sister got home and they tape hurt like a f*cker when they took it up but it was pretty cool...

let me know how u like it

Wen i went into the room. The rope'z and gag waz on the bed. The window was open. O f*uck, i cant believe she escaped F*UCK. I went to the window so i could still see if she was an where around. damn she was on where in sight. I heard the door close. WTF? THe light turned off and sume1 oushed meh itnto the window. My head hti it. I knew it, it was her. She tied my hands and tied together my feet also. 

"HAHAHA i cant believe you fell for that!" (her)
"HEY! no fair" (meh)
' How iz it not fair? you tied meh up and i tie you up" (her)
"Yeh but last time you cheated THATZ Y I AM GETTING REVENGE"(meh)
"well since you did this to meh this iz my renvenge (with a smiled and angry face)" (meh)
"now im not going to b hearing from you for a long long time >=]" (her)
"NO NO NO PLZ IM SOrR- MPH MPH MPH MPH!" (meh)

Gawd i cant believ i got out smarted by her. She escaped. She opened the window to lur meh there. and hid behind the door. Well she was ALOT smarter then meh. She turned on the tv ans told meh that i would be tied up for a long long time. This was...gay. I couldnt believe this. I was tied up and gagged. I was supposed to get revenge not her!

SHe took her backpack and walked to the door. She went to do her home work.. She say'd to b a good boy and not try to escape. And if she saw me any where but the on the bed there would b a punishent. she went out to the door. This iz my chance sence she was'nt that string any wayz. I struggled and cried out thru my gag so mant times. It wasnt working.

I was tired and sweaty. I fell of the bed. Crap. I tried so many times to get back on the bed. I could hear her comin up. each foot step. O f*ck. 

" HEY! grrh i told you not to do any thing. NOW YOUR GONNA GET A PUNISHMENT!"
"MPHHH!"

She came over and pulled up my shirt. She tickled my ribs and my stoamch (knoeing i was very very ticklish). 

"HAHA MHPPP MPHH HA MPHH" (MEH)
"HEH thatz wut you get. hehe"

God i couldnt stand it. Being tickled and tied up. I STRUGGLEDS AND STRUGGLED ALOT.it was getting so late. So she say'd she would be going. She took her stuff and kissed my on da cheek. She took and took off the gag.

"bai bai hehe" (her)
"hey arent you gonna let meh go?" (meh)
"naw...im gonna let sumwun else."
"o...ok...bai bai"

She waved her hand and say'd buh bai. She wa;kl out.My mom cmae home and untied meh.

tell meh how stupid you think i am and how good was the sotry
 

I am sure we're all kind of curious as to what language your missive was created in. Was it an attempt at English or something you invented to confuse us? YOu made what should have been a good story into something less than desirable. Moreover, you managed to hit the enter button not once but five times. Duh! 

I agree with that poster who said that he wished he was still an English teacher. I can only imagine what kind of grade you would get. 

While we would love to know more about your bondage experiences please brush up on spelling, grammar and - most importantly - the English language before your next attempt. That also goes for learning how to post your stories - one time will do, thank you.

R.

Well we had been friends for about 2 years and had a whole bunch of fun...the first year and a half. After that, we had seen every good movie and done everything. Well one day i went over to his house to hang out, i figured if i was going to be bored, may as well be bored over there right? Well i got there and went right in the house and straight to his room, i knew he would be there, his parents wernt home, i had forgotten they had counciling that night. So there he was, sittin on his bed playing video games, think it was a sports game, Madden, or some racing game, Nascar i think. When he saw me he smiled. 

"Whats-up?" i asked
"I know what we can do for fun!" he said, turning off the game.
"Whats that?" i wondered
"Turn around, and put your hands behind your back." he said.
I did as he requested without questions, hey it was something to do. Then i felt him tying my hands together.
"Hey, what are you doing?" i asked, i was kind of weirded out so i backed away. 
"It's a game, i tie you up and time you to see how long it takes you to get out, you will love it, come on...it won't hurt i promise and if you don't like it after the first round we won't play anymore, deal?"
"Deal...as long as i get to tie you up too, right?"
"Right, after you, now get back here and let me tie you up"
So i did, he again began to tie my hands behind my back, i think he used actual rope, i cant remember. Then he bound my feet with a belt and used a shirt sleeve he had cut off for summer as a blind fold. He then hopped me over to his closet door and used some ribbon or something to wrap me in it, he was wrapping me to the door! Through the little crack, he was tieing me to a door! I felt so incredibly helpless.After he was done i tried my very best to escape, but it was no use, he had me stuck. 
"Okay, let me tie you up now." i said, no answer
"Hey, we had a deal, your suppost to let me tie u up, remember?" dead silence. Where the heck was he? I'll tell you next time, right now its late and i have to sleep.
 

(does anyone really want to hear the end of this story, or the other one?)

It was a few weeks after the first time I got tied up by my friend John. I think it was another day off from school or a Saturday. I was at my house and John knocked on the door. He came in and said "Where is everybody?" I told him that everyone was gone for the day. I remember he got this little smile on his face. We went into the family room to watch some TV. Totally out of nowhere he says "You want to get tied up again?" I looked at him and he was looking at the floor and his face was a little red. He seemed a little embarrassed. I said "ummmm...ok" trying to look as uninterested as I could. I went to my room to get my clothesline rope.

I came back and handed him the rope. He just smiled and looked at me. So I layed down on the floor on my stomach, it was like we had a routine already lol. He sat on my butt again and pulled my hands behind my back like the last time. He folded my forearms over each other and started to tie me up cinching it tight everytime he wrapped it around my wrists and forearms, he knotted it down tight on top so I would he no chance of picking the knot. I wiggled and squirmed and flexed my hands. I put on a good show trying to get untied, but I knew it was impossible. Tight as hell just like last time. He kneeled there smiling and grabbed another piece of rope. "Can I tie your feet?" I said OK and he kneeled behind me and tied my feet together tightly. He always tied it tight, probably too tight for most people. But I put up with it cause I wanted to get tied up,lol. Then he grabbed the last piece of rope and tied my legs together just above my knees. He didn't ask but I had no choice at that point lol.

"Try to get out of that" he said laughing. I rolled back and forth, wiggled and squirmed but he tied everything so damn tight! Ther isn't too many movements you can do when your on your stomach with your hands and feet tied that aren't embarrassing or at least funny looking. He got a big kick out of my struggles. All of the sudden he leans down and grabs my sides and tickles me hard. I must have squirmed like two feet into the air. I'm VERY tickish I can't take it, especially on my sides! "So you are ticklish!" he said like he had thought about it. I was like "Yea...ummm wait a minute" trying to gather myself. He was laughing loudly at this point "What, wait why...what's wrong? HA HA HA!" At that point he started tickling the living daylights out of me. I remember his digging into my armpits and tickling my ribcage. I was squirming around, screaming, begging him to stop. Of course he thought me being ticklish was hysterical. "You let me tie you up LOL!" he said. I actually ended up with my chest and stomach pushed up against the bottom of the sofa. It was all I could do to protect myself, it didn't really work he just kept tickling me.

After a few minutes that seemed like hours he stopped ticking me. "OK I'll give you a break, sorry I couldn't resist" he said. I struggled up to my knees and I was able to sit on the sofa. It was kind of scary it this point. He had me totally tied up and no one would be home for hours. He sat on the sofa next to me laughing at my predicament. I asked him to untie me and he just laughed and refused. We sat there talking for a bit with him poking me in the sides and tickling me playfully, it was sooo annoying!

After a while he got bored with this and decided to torture me agian. He sat closer to me and tickled my sides from the front I spun around with my back facing him. He tickled my sides agian and I wiggled wildly and ended up on my feet hopping trying to keep my balance. He was like "Ohhh going somewhere?? HA HA!" He stood up too and started tickling my sides. I remember I had to hop a little to get away from him, a very uncomfortable position by the way. I remember hopping into the dining room and back into the family room with him following me, tickling me and laughing. I had had enough at this point, I couldn't wait to be untied. After about twenty minutes of begging him to untie me he finally released me.

That was the last time I let John tie me up. I really didn't trust him after that. At one point he said he was gonna leave me tied up for my father to find me! Yikes! I actually believed him at one point. This is a cool memory but I wouldn't want to go though it again. Althought I did, with someone else. Another story for another day.

Her name was Jessica, she was my older sister's friend, and she was incredibly tanned, with black fuzzy hair, brown eyes, and was about 5 feet tall at the most. She wasn't incredibly hot but she was cute. 

Anyway one night my parents where going someplace overnight so they highered Jessica to babysit me over night. She was wearing a sweater jacket and jeans. We rented a couple movies and watched them. After the movies where over i got bored and asked
"Can we play a game?"
"Sure." She replied. "What did you have in mind?"
I thought for a moment, and then said
"Well we could be enemies and capture eachother for torture!" 
"Alright then." she smiled. 

I was already forming a plan in my head. But i didn't want her to get any ideas to do this stuff to me so I said
"You capture me first." I ran and got a role of brown packing tape and handed it to her. I said
"Just tie my hands behind my back and i'll cut myself free then get you." She tied my hands, but not very tight or very thouroughly. I walked into the kitchen and got some scissors. I cut myself free and ran to her.
"I've got you now!" I said in my most sinsister voice. She raised her hands above her head in surrender and said
"Oh please don't hurt me i'll tell you anything!" 
"Shut up." I said and i marched her to my room and sat her on the bed. I took the tape and bound her crossed wrists behind her back very tightly. 
"Not so tight." She said. I ignored her. I bent down and tied her feet and knees together. She struggled a bit now. I figured if i was going to keep playing innocent i should silence her before she could protest. While she was distracted trying to free herself i snuck around behind her and tore off a long peice of tape. Before she knew what was happening i rapped it around her mouth and the back of her head about five times, silencing her. Her eyes widened and she started mmmmmmmmphing into her gag. I pretended not to notice that she was trying to get me to untie her. I rapped tape around her torso pinning her arms to her back. She rolled all over on my bed trying to free herself and mmmmmmmmmmmphing into her gag. I pretended to think she was just playing along with the game. 
"I've got you now missy." I said. 
She looked at me with pleading eyes.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Ha ha ha! Your pleading will get you no where with me missy! It's time you learned some manners!" 

I stood her up and led her out of the room, with her hopping along side me. I led her down to the basement, helping her each step at a time. Once downstairs i led her over to a big pole we had down there and put her up against it. I took the tape and started taping her to it. She struggled around franticly, trying to free herself. I tied her torso, shoulders, and feet, to the pole, making her unable to move at all.

I was just about out of tape so i looked around the basement for other supplies. I found some rope and a bunch of scarves. I stuck them in my pocket and returned to my victim. I pulled out a scarf and blindfolded her with it. 
"This ought to teach you some manners." I said wickedly. I moved in on her and tickled her sides mercilessly. Caught be suprise she screamed into her gag and struggled. She couldn't even move a centimeter to eather side though so she was all mine. 

I stopped tickling her and laughed. 
"That should teach you missy! Gee i'm hungry. I'm going to go get some food." I walked upstairs and turned out the lights. I could hear her screaming into her gag and trying to free herself. I closed the door and got some cereal. We had already had dinner so I figured she would be ok. I watched some TV for about 15 minutes then returned downstairs. I untied the tape taping her to the poll, but i didn't untie her yet. I led her back upstairs and sat her in a chair in the living room. I took out the rope and tied her to the chair, torso and feet. I noticed that the tape ga was starting to come off and once it did she would make me untie her. So i quickly pulled it off catching her by suprise and before she could speak, stuffe a scarf in her mouth and re-gagged her with another one. She mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmphed a lot and struggled. Making sure she was securly tied I turned on the TV and watched a show for a while. By this time it was getting pretty late. I untied her from the chair and led her to the bedroom she would be sleeping in. With my help she bent her kneesand was able to bring her hands under her feet and up in front of her. i pulled them up obove her and tied them with the rope to the bedpost above her head. I took the rest of the rope and tied her feet to the post at the bottom of the bed. I covered her with a blanket and turned out the light.
"Sweet dreams missy." I said in my evil voice. I closed the door.

I stood outside for a moment, hardly believing that i had gotten the babysitter completely at my mercy for so long, then i went to bed myself. The next morning i came into her room to find her still completely bound and gagged. She was sound asleep to. At the sound of my footsteps she came around and mmmmmmmphed a bit. i untied the rope and led her out to the kitchen, sitting her in a chair at the table. I sat in the chair opposite of her and looked at her for a long time, knowing that soon i would have to untie her, and wanting to savor the moment. After about 5 minutes i walked over to her and untied her knees. I heard her breath a sigh of relief. I untied her torso, and her feet next. then i took off the blindfold and said
"I had to free myself. So do you." and i put the scissors on the counter. She let out an exasperated sigh and stood up. She walked over to the counter and managed to grab the scissors. I sat there injoying my last moments of seeing her tied up and gagged. She managed to cut to tape. Then she came over and sat at the table, not taking off the gag. That confused me a little bit but i didn't care. After a while she got up and stretched. She walked to the stove and started to prepare eggs and bacon still gagged. I watched her the whole time. When breakfast was ready we sat down at the table and only then did she remove the gag. She looked at me and said
"You tie pretty well." 
"Thanks." I said akwardly. I had expected to be in a load of trouble. 
"Maybe we can play again after breakfast. But this time, you will NOT gag me and you will untie me as soon as i ask you to." My heart soared. I couldn't believe that this had all paid off. 

We did indeed play again after breakfats but that's another story, not as long, but still fun. Let me know if you want to hear it. 
 

Well hope you all find that as funny as I do now looking back on it(I didn't find it very funny at the time, while I was trying to figure out why my dresser attacked me when I woke up....)

regards

carlo

Even though there may be a gutta-percha-like person who could do that, I have never encountered one in real life or in belles lettres.

Both were very slim with long arms that allowed them to slip free with ridiculous ease. I've tried & couldn't. 

"Babysitter ties up charge" stories are actually a favorite of mine. Anyone got any? I've read the ones that were in the archives.

Last Saturday my friend Bob (names changed) got a long wanted paintball gun (he wanted one for a year) amd we started a game.

It was him (with his gun) and Ron who would try to find the other people. The first time we played it was only four people. Me, Bob, Ron and Sam.

I am a year older than Sam and we were on the same team, making me in charge of him. I hid him in a really good place in the woods and said, "Listen, I am going in the bushes ahead to get a look around, don't move or say anything until they notice you. Then Run like hell. Ok?"

He nodded "Ok,"

"Even If I'm in trouble," I said, "I can fend for myself."

He nodded again "Ok,"
 

I went ahead to get a better look and saw ROn bumbling in the bushes nearby. I decided not to move because he would see me. Imust have knelt there for 5 minuets when all of a sudden an arm wrapped around my neck and a gun was pointed at my back.

"Here are your choices," said Bob, "Number one is for you to run and I shoot you, killing you in the game and sending you home. Number two is to join my team, and Number three is to betray Sam and run away."

"I will not die join your team or give up Sam." I said

He sighed, and then said, "Your final choice is to be my prisoner."

I was silent, considering my options. "Fine," I finnaly said.

"That's what I thought," said Bob with a smirk. 

I stood up and he grabbed onto my arms. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Sam, don't move at all, not at all!!!"

"Put a sock on it," said Bob and handgagged me with a sock to keep me from biting or licking his hand. He caught up with Ron and the two brought me in to the woods. They tied my hands behind my back and then tied that to a tree. Then he took out two socks, one he rolled up and soved in my mouth, then he took a short peice of twine rope and secured the gag finishing it off with another long sock.

They left saying "I will be back."

About a half hour later with no luck of escaping, they came back. Bob said, "Tell us where Sam is."

I shook my head.

"Fair enough," he said and took his shoes off. Then he pulled off his socks and put on two clean ones, then slipped his shoes back on. With one of the slightly dirty and smelly socks, he held it up to my nose. then he took another piece of twine and tied it around. It was awful. Just then, Sam broke in, they did the same to him and blindfolded us with long socks.

We were brpught somewhere.

Part II sometime soon... 

When I last left off, Dena had kidnapped me again, tied me up, and tortured me. Only this time, she had a partner – the increasingly sadistic and evil Marisa, one of her best friends. Marisa was hot (reddish brown curly hair past her shoulders, perfect face) and really got into torturing her bound captive – unrelenting tickling, brutal taunting, and foot-gagging me with her white socks.

Dena and Marisa untied my hands and feet to let me go to the bathroom and have a reprieve, but they by no means were letting me go. Dena had tied a long piece of rope around my bare ankle and tied it to the leg of the sofa, basically putting me on a leash. I walked to the nearby bathroom, did my thing, and came out. Dena and Marisa were sitting on the couch, discussing my fate. (Remember – Dena was a black belt and could take me anytime she wanted. As a ‘wardrobe reminder,’ both girls had their shoes off. Marisa had a light-colored short-sleeved button down sweater, grey pants, and white socks. Dena had a black short-sleeved 3-button collared shirt, green cargo pants, and green socks.)

“Hey, kidnap is back,” Marisa squealed. “IS it time to tie him up again?”

“It sure is,” Dena said. “On the floor, on your stomach, NOW!”

I obeyed. Dena came and sat on my back. “Hand me the rope, Marisa,” she said.

Marisa obliged and Dena tied my hands behind my back as I lay face down. Marisa walked in front of me and stood at my head, her feet right at my nose. I tried to move away from them but Dena held my head there.

“I love this ‘smelly feet’ torture, Dee,” Marisa giggled, wiggling her toes under my nose. “Here – do you enjoy my socks, darling? Oooh – this is such torture. To bad we tied you up again – you belong to us!”

I was forced to endure Marisa’s socks for a few more seconds when Dena let go of y head, moved to my feet, and tied them at the ankles and knees. She then rolled me over, pinned me at the waist, smiled, and wiggled her fingers in tickling motions.

“Hee hee hee hee,” she giggled, wiggling her fingers about my bound body. “You are helpless to the tickle torture!”

“Dena…n…no. No! No more! Please! Not now! I can’t…” and Marisa crouched down at my head and clamped her hand over my mouth.

“No talking, Kidnap Boy!” Marisa said, also giggling. Dena’s fingers kept wiggling and I screamed into Marisa’s hand. “Oh, stop screaming, poor baby. Dena, our poooor baaaby doesn’t want us to tickle him anymore! Awwww! Well, at least I’m not gagging you with my feet…yet!”

Dena kept wiggling those fingers and laughing. “You know, the threat of tickle torture is sometimes worse than the actual torture. You just never…know…when…” she said slowly, jabbing her fingers down toward me but never touching me, “…never…know…when…I…will…just…tickle…you…to…death!!!!!”

I continued to scream into Marisa’s handgag, Dena’s fingers kept wiggling, I writhed to untie my hands to no avail, they both laughed, and finally Dena stopped and said, “OK, Mariss. You can take you hand off.”

Marisa did and got up. Dena got off me and the two of them lifted me up and placed me on the couch.

“We’ve got a new game for you, Jess,” Dena said, her arms folded and grinning at me.

“What do you…”

“Don’t interrupt!” Marisa snapped, raising a socked foot close to my face, “or you get the feet!”

“It’s Marisa’s idea, and I love it. And we both voted for it, which means we do it!” Dena said. “She has the keys to her Dad’s carpet warehouse. We’re going to take our bound captive for a ride there.”

I went to speak and Marisa raised her foot again. “Ah ah ah – there will not be a third warning,” Marisa said. “Once more and you get these dirty socks!”

Dena continued. “We decided that if torturing you is fun, then hunting you down, capturing you, and THEN torturing you would be awesome! So we’re going to take you to the store, untie your feet, keep you hands tied behind your back, and give you five minutes to escape from us in the store. After five minutes, we start hunting you, and if you can go 30 minutes without being captured, then we’ll untie you and leave you alone. I don’t want to hear a word from you – Marisa just loves foot-gagging you and is looking for an excuse. We’ree driving you there now. Get up!”

I said nothing and barely struggled as they forced me to my feet. This carpet warehouse was a massive room with rows and piles of carpets in it. Kids who went there loved to climb on them like mountains – there were plenty of places to hide. But how would I escape these two while tied up? Oh boy.

Dena and Marisa put their shoes on and hopped me to the car in the garage, where they forced me into the backseat and buckled me in with the lap buckle. I was still barefoot.

“I’ll drive,” Dena said, opening the garage door and getting behind the wheel.

“Goodie,” Marisa exclaimed, suddenly getting into the backseat and then sitting about ½ inch from me. “So I get to ride in the back with our prisoner and tickle him the whole way there. Can I, Dena?”

“Sure,” Dena said as the car backed out, “give him a little preview.”

Marisa kept giggling as she tickled me with her fingers all over my stomach and ribs and armpits. My screams were incredible, and I thrashed as my seatbelt held me in, but Dena just turned on the radio and sang along to a song while Marisa playfully tickle-tortured my neck and face, too. She then out her mouth to my ear and whispered so closely that that too tickled like crazy.

“I love tickling people,” she whispered. “And you are so ticklish I just can’t resist. Tickle tickle, little boy!”

It was a 10 minute ride to the warehouse and I was pleading in a raspy, tearful voice. It was Marisa’s giggly “cuteness” that made this all the more unbearable.

Finally, the car stopped and Marisa stopped tickling me. She hopped out of the car and ran to the door in her clogs to unlock it while Dena unbuckled me and pulled me out of the car. I panted and giggled uncontrollably.

“Good God – what did she DO to you?” Dena asked. “Whew – that girl is one master tickler.” Then her voice got quiet for a minute.

“You OK, Jess? Seriously?”

I couldn’t lie – part of me loved this. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

Dena kissed her fingers and put them to my lips and said, very softly, “Never. We’re just going to play with you tonight. But we’d never hurt you.”

Then she hopped me to the open front door and inside the warehouse. Marisa drew all the blinds and turned the lights on dim. There were rows and piles of carpets laid out in this massive warehouse. Dena said me down on a small carpet pile and untied my feet, and then looked at me and shook her head.

“No, we need more. We need to gag him. Mariss, is there tape in the office?” Dena asked.

“Sure. Duct tape. I’ll go get it,” Marissa said, kicking her shoes off again and running into the office. Dena took off her shoes, one at a time, and placed them on the ground. Then she took the ropes that had tied my feet and tied them around my arms to my sides, pretty tight.

“Dena, why are you going to gag me? Please don’t.” I begged.

“Have to. Every little advantage counts!” Dena said, finishing tying me up as Marissa ran out with the silver tape.

“Gag our hostage,” Dena ordered.

Marissa smiled that wicked smile and tore off a large piece of tape. She kept smiling as she advanced on me and gagged me. She added one more and then stepped back to look at me.

“Perfect!” Marisa said. “I think men should ALWAYS be gagged, personally.”

“Alright, here we go.,” Dena said.” Marissa and I are going into the office for five minutes. That is you chance to escape. This is basically a big hide and seek game. If we don’t catch you in a half-hour, you win and we untie you. If we DO capture you, you will be sentenced to death by torture!”

This made me think of the first time Dena ever tied and tortured me and, for some reason, I felt safe. Once again, I was 14 and I’m sure I had a little kinkiness in me. I wanted to get free, but I can’t say I was having a bad time.

Dena and Marissa padded into the office and shut the door. “Go!” they both yelled and I ran. I took off with my hands tied and with a gag on my mouth and tried to find a place to hide. I managed to climb up a large pile of carpet toward the back and to shinny myself between two carpet roles. There was a big clock on the wall that I could see. I waited for them to come out.

“Ready or not, here we come,” Marisa yelled out. “Dena you check that side and I’ll check this side. Our hostage couldn’t have gotten far!”

I panted into my gag as I hid and the minutes ticked away. 5, 6, 7. Marisa and Dena yelled out various taunts.

Marisa – “When we catch him, let’s spank him!”

Dena – “We’ll put that duct tape on his skin and rip it off!”

Marisa – “I think I’ll put my bare toes in his mouth!”

Dena – “Oh, little boy, I am going to tickle your feet until they fall off!”

About 15 minutes had passed when everything got quiet. I got nervous and decided I needed to move. I squirmed out of my hiding place, got to my feet, turned…and there was Marisa! I screamed into my gag and ran down the pile of carpet, only to fall and land on one of the lower piles. Marisa ran in and pounced on me, pinning on this same pile of carpets.

“Dena, I got him! I got him! Back right side! Come on!” she yelled. Then she looked at me and my defeated, pleading eyes. “Oh, we are just going to TORTURE YOU TO DEATH!!!”

Dena arrived with more rope in her hands and smiled and resumed playing the part of the evil kidnapper.

“Well well well. Looks like our hostage was trying to escape! The punishment for escaping is, as you know, death by torture! Marisa, here, tied his feet again and prepare the victim to be punished mercilessly,” Dena said.

Marissa tied my feet and said, “Where should we do it?”

“Right her,” Dena said, kneading the carpet with her socked feet. “Nice and comfy. Take his gag off and let him scream for mercy!”

Marisa crouched down and ripped my gag off.

“NO! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!! ANYTHING!!! ANYTHING!!! DON’T TORTURE ME!!!!”

“Oooh, I love it when they bed,” Marissa said, turning to Dena. “Shall we tickle him to death?”

“Yup,” Dena said, and the two pounced on me and tickled me far worse than anything I’d gotten yet. It went on forever – at least a half-hour, and I was crying and laughing so hard I thought I would explode. 

“I told you, I LOVE tickling people, especially kidnap victims like you,” Marisa said, rising to her feet. “How about my feet?” she asked and started tickling my ribs with her socked feet while Dena tickled my feet with short, slow finger-strokes. Finally Dena stopped and ran off.

“Keep tickling him, Mariss. I’ve got one more torture to top him off,” she yelled, and Marisa stopped with the feet and crouched down and savagely tickled me all over again. Dena came back with her shoes and said, “OK, I think he’s had enough. Footgag him – we KNOW he loves that!”

I was breathless and could barely speak as Marisa sat back and placed her foot over my mouth.

“One final torture,” Dena said, taking one of her shoes and crouching over me. “Foot odor!”

I mmmmphed into Marisa’s foot as Dena placed one of her shoes over my nose, then the other. They smelled pretty bad and I gasped for mercy.
“That is so gross and cruel, Dena!” Marisa laughed. “Stinky feet! Oh, we are so cruel, Jessie, aren’t we? Don’t you love being our hostage?”

This is getting kind of long so I’ll wrap up. Dena kept up the foot odor torture for another minute or so, then untied my feet as Marisa kept footgagging me. Finally, Marisa stopped and they led me sobbing to the car and drove me back to Dena’s place. Marisa had a question as she untied my hands there and Dena massaged my feet.

“Kidnapped by two girls, tied up, gagged with our hands and feet, tickled to death, made to smell awful foot odor, chased and captured, the tickled again so hard you cried, and humiliated in every way…well, did you like it?” she asked with a laugh.

I took a minute as Marisa began to massage my shoulders and Dena kept doing my feet. Two hot girls. I was in heaven. “Yeah. I love it,” I said, seriously.

And we all laughed.

That’s all.

The End

The second story is similar but was more fun for it had many other people and 2 more guns.

This time he had on his team himself (Bob) Jay and Rex. On my team there was I myself, Sam, Jeff, Luis and Cam. We all ran and hid in diffrent locations.

Soon enough, those three came out looking. They searched for probally half an our before finding Cam and Cam chose to join their team.

About an hour after that I was discovered. It was Cam who came and claimed me, Rex had taken a break and give Cam his gun. Cam said, "Ok, I am only gonna give you 3 choices and those choices are to die (see previous story) be my personal assistant or be my captive."
"Well I dont wanna die or be your bitch." I replied, "So only one choice left."
"Cool," said Cam.

I wasmt about to fight with Cam. He is taller than me and would over come me anyway. He tied my wrists behind my back and gagged me with his socks and twine rope and led me to his house.

The rest when I come back
(This one is more elaborate)

hen, he looked over at me and said, "Since your my captive I own you. The first thing I'll do is this."

Then he did the weirdest thing, he placed me on the ground and in a hogtie and ungagged me. Then he went to his sock drawer and put on 3 pairs of extra socks, finnaly he grabbed his controller and a seat and sat down. Then, he put his socked feet in/over my mouth to silence me. This went on for an hour.

After that he gagged me the same way as he did before and he put me in his dirty clothes hamper, which was filled with socks. There were only two things I could think of, and those were, "Why did he did it?" and "How many sports socks does he have?"

I heard someone come in, and that is when I was brought out again. It was his older brother, Fred.

To Be Continued

So like i said, she was interested in playing again, on the condition that she didn't get gagged, and that i untied her as soon as she asked. i agreed an dlater that day we played again. 

i searched the garage and found a considerable amount of rope to use, plus about half a role of duct tape. i brought her into the kitchen and had her sit in a chair with no arms, the back of the chair in bars, and four legs. i proceeded to tie her right arm to the right side of the back part of the chair. then the same to her keft arm on the left side. i took more rope and tied her feet and knees together, then her upper body to the back of the chair. i had some more rope so i just used it to rap around her body and hands pinning her more to the chair. then i took the scarf and blindfolded her.

she struggled around fro about ten minutes trying to free herself and managed to losen the ropes around her torso a bit but wasn't able to free her hands of feet. after about 15 or 20 minutes she asked me to untie her wich i did (slowly). then we decided to have another go. we went to the living room and i had her sit on the floor. i tied her feet and knees together, then had her lie on her stomach. i tied her hands behind her back and polled her into a hogtie. i blindforlded her again and she went to work, struggling and rolling around on the floor. after about 15 minutes she was able to pull herself out of the hogtie, then hencforth was able to put her hands under her feet and around in front of her (wich CAN be done quite easily by lying on your back and bending your knees. i know from experience.) then she was able to untie her feet and knees, and untie her hands with her teath. she laughed at me cause she got free. 

I decided that we should go one more time. this time i would make sure she wouldn't get free. i had her stand up straight, with her feet together and her hands behind her back. i tied her hands behind her back with some rope, and her feet and most of her legs with the rest of the rope. i then took the duct tape and started rapping it around her stomach and back, pinning her arms to her back and mummifying her tope half with duct tape to her shoulders. her legs and feet where already practicaly mummified in rope so i knew she wasn't going anywhere. 

I blindfolded her and with my help i had her lay down on her stomach and i said
"good luck escaping from that." 
she struggled and rolled all over the place trying to get free for about 15 minutes. after a while she stopped and lay there for a minute catching her breath. 
"you can gag me now if you want. just chack about every 5 minutes to see if i want to be let go." 
I grabbed the duct tape and rapped sevral layers around her head and mouth silencing her sufficiantly. she rolled all over the place, unseeing and silenced, mmmmmmmmmmmmphing into her gag. i turned on the tv, checking every 5 or 10 minutes to see if she was ok. after abnout 20 minutes she had me untie her and that was the end of our games. we put the rope away and watched tv untill my parents came home. 

I moved soon after that and stopped getting babysat, so i didn't get to tie up andymore babysitters after that. but this one was cure worth it.

looking forward to it!

PS: Where did my Lan-Party-Posts go?

we arrived at the campsite last friday at about 4pm and were shown to our dorms yaddyadda. i was in a dorm with about 4 much older boys, and they were all about a foot taller than me and had massive muscles. mostly i was ignored, until about 9pm later that evening.

we were all sittin around in our dorms, i was reading a comic and minding my own business. suddenly, the biggest of the other four stood up and walked over to me. he said 'Hey little guy. how you like to play a game?' he was grinning nastily and i was really worried.

i said 'well...what is it?' and he said 'a suprise...' then he whistled suddenly. my heart skipped a beat. the other three blokes jumped up and ran at my bed. the biggest one leapt onto the mattress and grabbed my shoulders. i was terrified. he flipped me over onto my belly on the bed and started laughing. someone else grabbed my ankles to stop me from kicking at them.

the biggest one deftly pulled my arms behind my back, at which point i screamed for help. i felt soemoen else grab my hands from the big guy and hold them tightly while the biggest put a MASSIVE hand forcefully over my mouth. I groaned in horror and they were stilll laughing loudly. i was squirming desperately under the weight of the big one (we'll call him Big), who was now sitting on my back, legs straddled over my shaking body. by now i was quite worried at what they would do to me. im of quite slim build and was noway near strong enough to resist one of the towering seniors, let alone four of them.

I felt some rope being wrapped tightly around my struggling wrists, and they were soon tied together.Big's sweaty hand was still clamped roughly over my mouth, while his other arm was on the back of my head, forcing it down into his hand and the pillow. 

the person holding my ankles knotted them together with more thick rope while another sat on my legs. they proceeded to bind my shivering legs with bandanas, ties and torns strips of cloth, so that i could bearly even twitch. i think i was crying now, much to the delight of my captors. Bigs, in amongst malicious laughter yelled 'Get the stuff from my bed!!' to whoops of mirth from the others. i heard a big box being opened, from underneath the muscular form of Bigs. to my horror, i heard something metal clanking as it hit the carpet, it sounded like chains. 

in amongst the terrified haziness and confusion, i was dimly aware that my erection was digging painfully into the mattress.
Bigs leant down and spoke harshly in my ear.
'Listen shortstuff. your our little hostage for the rest of this weekend. squeal and your DEAD!' he half-roared the word 'dead', and i shook from fear. 'Understand??' He pulled my head up by the hair, which hurt terribly, and i nodded vigorously, openly crying now. He forced my head back into the pillow, and he said to the others loudly 
'i dont trust our little mate here not to squeal...i say we need to shut him up!' the others grunted approval.

'i know!' i could tell he had just formed a masterplan from the tone of his voice, and he whispered it to the others, who chuckled with malicious glee. He let go of my head and i immediately gasped for air. i tried to choke back my tears in embarrassment, and swivelled my head to try and see what was going on. Two of them were sitting on me still and they were all grinning nastily to each other.on the floor was a massive tupperware tub full of different things. sure enough, to my horror, there was a big coil of chains, amongst yards and yards of thin orange rope, strange black harnesses and masks. i was quite distressed to see about ten rolls of black duct tape stacked up outside the box. They were certainly prepared for whatever they were going to do.

suddenly, another of them came towards my head. he had a clean shaven head and was very tall. he was chuckling evilly and rolled up the sleeves of his black jacket. to my further dismay, Bigs pulled down his massive trousers, and took off a large green pair of boxers. he put his trousers back on and tossed the revolting underwear to the tall guy. it took me a while to realise their disgusting plan, and when the underpants were inches from my face, i opened my mouth to scream. 

'HEEEEEELPP---MMMPH!'The skinhead boy shoved the stinking boxer shorts roughly into my wide open mouth. instinctively i clamped my mouth shut in shock. the underwear tasted foul, and they bulged my mouth out considerably. before i could spit them back out, the sound of tape being unrolled reached my ears and a tearing sound quiclky followed. a strip of duct tape was slammed forcefully over my lips, effectively sealing in the soaking shorts. my cheeks were painfully bulged out, and i must have looked a right idiot.

ive forgotten to mention that i was wearing a loose, baggy t-shirt and boxer shorts in bed, so that the ropes were mostly tied over my bare skin. By now i was visibly trembling with terror and they set to work binding the upperhalf of my body in rope. Bigs flipped me back over onto my stomach and they bound my elbows tightly behind. my shoulders were rendered immobile and my wrists were strapped painfully to my back with duct tape. 

the most i could do now was wriggle my torso pathetically, and i felt extremely helpless and scared. of course i knew they wouldnt do anything to harm me, but they seemed a little overenthusiastic with whatever their game was.

suddenly, the two others lifted me off the bed betweeen them, and dumped me in an undignified heap on the floor. one of the black rolls of duct tape was in Bigs hands, as he stood over me grinning still. He began unravelling the tape, but did not tear it off. 

Instead, he stuck it over the other tape on my mouth, before winding it around the back of my head. i could feel it sticking to my hair, and hoped it wouldnt come off when the tape did. He wound it round and round and round my head more than ten times, so that now my jaw was clamped shut, and i was distressed to find i couldnt move it at all. Then he did the same over my eyes, winding it around my head several times. it was almost mercilessly tight, and i now had no idea what was going on.

One of them picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, before walking away. from the cold air that suddenly encircled me, i assumed we had left the dorm. i dreaded to think where our destination was. i heard shouts all around me, and it seemed that there were now more than four boys surroudning me.

it seemed like hours before i was finally set down on the ground, and my thick blindfold cut loose with some kind of penknife. as my eyes adjusted to the light of torches, i saw that i was in the middle of a big circle. everyone on the trip must have been there, and there were about twenty older boys laughing at my unfortunate predicament. I cant really remember what Bigs was saying to them as i was too terrified to take it in, but i do know he was discussing what to do with the cheeky 'little guy'.

i wondered what i had done to upset them, and i certainly hadnt been 'cheeky'. A sudden roar of laughter told me a decision had been reached. About six of the strongest, beefiest boys stepped forwards and approached my trembling, heavily bound and gagged figure. One of them said i looked a little chilly, to the mirth of the others, and someone suggested a whispered, no doubt uncomfortable solution.

I was soon to find out what it was...and i didnt like it one bit.

This story involves my mother's friend and her two daughters. Eileen is the mother's name. She's five 

foot four, like me. She also looks just like Lisa Mason from the QVC Shopping Channel. Her oldest

daughter is Karen and the youngest daughter's name is Sissy. Both her daughters look just enough

like her for them to be identified as being related. I meet Eileen and her two daughters through my

mother, who was deceased at the time this incident took place. I had spent time with all three of them

so they knew that they could trust me. Eileen was divorced at the time from her policeman husband.

I was going to a Halloween party as Robin, the Boy Wonder. I invited Karen and Sissy to accompany

me to the party since they really didn't have social lives. I got off of school early because of an eye exam 

and because of a half day and went to Eileen's house in order to check on her daughters to make sure 

they were going to the party with me and I didn't know which costumes they had chosen. Eileen's 

house is close to mine, close enough to walk there in fifteen minutes. Being 17, I went to the house by 

myself after the eye exam. I arrived at their house at about 12PM. Karen greeted me at the door and let 

me in. Unfortunately, my eyes still hadn't adjusted to being inside. I had no problem with outside light 

because of the dark glasses that you receive after the eye exam. Upon hearing my voice, Sissy came out 

of her room and asked me, "What are you doing here?" I said, "I came to checkup on your costume 

choices." Sissy said, "In that case, I'll put mine on." She returned five minutes later dressed as Black 

Canary from DC Comics, including boots and fish-net stockings, which I later learned. Sissy asked, 

"How do I look?" I told her, "I don't know because I had had my eyes checked and it would take some 

time to adjust to the lack of bright lights indoors. My eyes are having trouble adjusting to the lack of 

light, causing everything inside to appear dark to me. I have my glasses with me but it would take time 

for my eyes to return to normal." Sissy stated that she would describe the costume to me and proceeded 

to do so. I told her, "It sounds like you just described Black Canary's outfit. She asked, "You know 

about comic book characters?" I told that I had grown up on comic books and that she must be into 

bondage because of the character she had chosen. She asked, "What do you mean?" I informed her 

about Black Canary's times being bound and gagged. Karen suddenly showed interest in our 

conversion. Karen asked if I still had the comic books and I told her I did. Karen asked if I could bring 

some over and I told her I would if she would be in costume upon my return. She agreed if and only if I would return in my Robin outfit. I agreed and told them, "I would return with my car once my eyes had 

returned to normal."I walked home and waited for an hour or so in order to go through my comic books, 

put on my costume, and return with my car. I returned to Eileen's house with my costume on and my 

comic books. Fortunately, Eileen's neighborhood is empty during a week day so no one saw me dressed 

up. I knocked at the door and was told to wait a minute. I waited until the door finally opened with

Karen standing there dress as Poison Ivy from DC Comics. I asked, "Is everyone in this house into DC

Comics?" Karen said, "Yes, my father taught us how to read using them." She commented, "Nice

outfit and utility belt." I said, "Thanks, I put it together myself. It includes rope, one pair of handcuffs, 

marbles taking the place of sleeping gas bombs, and a red light pointer representing a hand held laser."

Karen asked, "Would you mind showing me the comic books that you have so I can see if I don't have 

any of the issues because I never knew about Black Canary being bound and gagged alot." I said, 

"Sure." I proceeded to show her the issues and she curiously stated that must be the only reason I

buy them. I almost turned red because she was right. She stated, " If that's the reason why, I have 

something interesting to show you. Remember me telling you to wait a moment after knocking on the

door? If so, you might ask yourself where exactly is Sissy? Why isn't she here looking at the comics

with us? You're the Boy Wonder, so wonder right now." I inquired, "What do you mean?" She said,

"Go find her." I got up and started to wander around the house, looking for Sissy. I looked around but

couldn't find her until I heard knocking coming from their mother's room. I entered the room and 

headed for the walk-in closet, the kind of closet that you can use to play hide-and-seek. I opened the 

closet and saw Sissy down at the other end. She appeared to be bound and gagged but I needed light

in order to see for sure. I pulled the light cord and looked down to see Sissy sitting there with her hands

tied behind her back, her feet tied together, and a white cloth used to muffle her screams. The gag was 

detective style, meaning the cloth was covering her face from just below her nose all the way down to 

her chin. I couldn't understand why Sissy couldn't scream and be heard because of a simple detective

style gag. I decided to pick her up and bring her into the living room in order to set her free. She was 

light enough for a 14 year old for me to carry in my arms. I placed her on the couch and pulled the gag 

down. I now knew why she couldn't make a sound. Karen had stuffed another piece of white cloth in 

her mouth as packing. Sissy quickly thanked me for taking the gag out of her mouth because she was 
getting dry mouth. But before I could untie her, Eileen, their mother, came in the front door. There I 

was looking like the guilty party. Eileen asked what was going on because we were all wearing 

costumes and one of her daughters was bound on the couch. I tried to explain but Karen chimed in

and did her best to explain what happened and that Sissy was a willing member of being tied up and

gagged. Sissy quickly confessed and stated that I had nothing to do with it. Eileen answered, "What

a pity! In my day, the boys usually started the tie-up games. Hell, your own father started me on our

tie-ups." The girls appeared to be shocked by this attitude displayed by their mother. Eileen told Karen

if she wanted to, she could tie up her own mother. Karen reluctantly agreed, probably thinking her

mother was testing her. Eileen told Karen to go to her mother's dresser and to open the top draw and to

remove the handcuffs in order to use them. Karen did so while Sissy asked to released by me. Eileen

asked Sissy if the ropes were hurting her. Sissy said, "Can't I get the handcuffs since I've been tied up

the longest?" I quickly replied,"I've got handcuffs that Sissy could use." Eileen told me to get Karen to

use rope on her instead of handcuffs because Karen needed to be taught what being tied up feels like.

When Karen returned, Sissy and I both told Karen that Sissy wanted to be handcuffed instead of tied

with rope. Karen had me remove the ropes and give them to her and then to apply the handcuffs to 

Sissy's wrists. As I did this, Karen quickly used the rope to bind Eileen's hands behind her back but was

out of rope. She asked, "Can I borrow your ropes for now?" I agreed and give them to her. Karen 

quickly tied her mother's ankles together and then did something I've never seen before. Karen tied her

mother's knees together with the rope just above her knees and left and returned with a white cloth in

order to gag her mother. I finished gagging Sissy with a detective style gag without the packing while

Karen suddenly applied duct ape to her mother's mouth before gagging her detective style with the

white cloth. Karen laughted as her mother gag talked. Karen stated that she had ease-dropped on her

mother because she didn't trusted Eileen suddenly confessing to being tied up. Karen knew there was

another reason and now Karen had the last laugh on her mother instead of the other way around.

The End

Anyway, on to the story. We had all weekend to ourselves because our parents where out at a business meeting America. Saturday started late (well, for me at least). I woke up to a small plate of homemade pancakes. At about 11 o’clock, Sarah challenged my to a tournament (consisting of 4, 15 minute games) and the winner go to tie up the loser for as long as they wished. Knowing that I was faster, better and quicker at Red Faction that Sarah, I knew it would be win and prove my superiority over her (well, at least for the time that she was mine, lol). We started of quite well, I won the first game and drew the second one. But then something went horribly wrong. She had been watching my tactics and cut of my only way of winning by blowing a hole in the wall where my weapons were meaning I had no good weapons. 

Due to this unforeseen consequence, I lost the last two games and had a deep sense that this was not going to be very fair (seeing as she had proposed the offer). I went into her room where she had lots of rafters (our house is an old one and still has all these things).

She ordered me to remove my t-shirt and to put my hands out in front of me. I did this because in our little rulebook, the loser had to obey the winner. She got out some rope and bound my hands together. When she had finished, she tied another piece of rope in the middle. Sarah then up-turned her bin and told me to stand on it. I did this and then she threw the rope over one of her rafters and tied it very securely (and tightly) to the leg of her bed.

At this point she got some more rope and she started to tie it around my legs (probably to stop me kicking her). When this was finished, she kicked out the bin which I was standing on. Just as it thought that she couldn’t restrain me anymore, she did. She tied a piece of rope round the back of my neck, under my armpits and tied together behind my back. She then tied yet another rope from my feet upto the piece of rope on the back of my neck which pulled my legs back as far as they could.

Then, to cap it all off, she pulled out a blindfold and covered my eyes and some earplugs into my ears. I felt her put a small about tissue around the back of my head to protect my hair from the duct tape which she started to wrap around my head and over my mouth. I was beginning to feel quite afraid. She had taken away my sight, my speech, my hearing and my freedom of movement.

I hung there for what felt like all day but when the blindfold was removed, I saw it had only been one hour. When she looked at me, she had a kind of evil look in her snakelike gaze. Then, I saw what she was so smug about. She had ‘borrowed’ by paintball gun and from what I could see, was fully loaded. 

Sarah removed one of my earplugs and whispered “If you move, irritate me, or make any sound whatsoever, I will shoot you where I see fit” and with that removed both the earplugs and spun me round to face the television. When I was facing it, she placed some headphones on which she had linked upto the tele and tied some more rope from my legs to another rafter to prevent me from spinning around and avoiding me looking at the TV. She then put on my most hated film ever – ‘The sound of music’. 

I hung there, just managing to stay sane. I believe I managed to sustain the first hour but that is when I cracked. I started to thrash around, trying to get the headphones of. After about a minute, they fell to the floor but it was then I remembered what my sister had said about the paintball gun. 

I braced myself as I herd her let out a terrific sigh and lost sight of her as she walked round behind me. This probably helped because at that moment, I felt a paintball hit square in the left calf. I screamed in pain but only came out as a muffled MMMMMPH. She came round and looked at me and when she saw the tears from the pain dripping down my cheek, said “Sorry, but you left me no alternative” and with that, decided to remove the duct tape that acted as a gag. After she did this, I asked her in a very angry tone “You didn’t have to shoot me! And there where PLENTY of alternatives!”

“Like what?” came her sympathetic tinged with the sadism of her strange passions. I was not sure. What other alternatives where their. “Hmm” was all I could say and she sighed.

“Well, I am just going to get some pizza, you want any?” Sarah asked politely (which came as a real shock) and I nodded. She told me she would be right back but then decided to balance a coke can on my head and told me that if the can was not there when she returned, I would be shot in the right calf and she left.

She came back about half an hour later with some pizza. She seemed slightly disappointed but amazed that I still had the can balanced on my head. She removed the can and cut a slice of pizza, which she helped me eat, and then ate the rest of the pizza herself.

After the pizza, I got a chance to look at the clock, it was now 3.30, I had been bound like this and for just over 3 hours and I realised how much my arms where hurting. Fortunately for me (for the first time that day) she asked how I was feeling, so I told her about all the aches and pains. So she released my arms from the rafter and lowered me back to earth.

When I was back on the ground, she untied my legs but quickly retied them in a frog tie with my hands still secured behind my back. After that, we talked for about half an hour upon which she said, she was giving me back to much control and replaced the blindfolds and the earplugs. I asked her in the gentlest tone I could to please not use any more duct tape.

She abided to my pleadings and (just load enough for me to hear) said “Fine, be right back with something special”. 
I was not sure what she had in mind but I hoped that it had nothing to do with any tape of any kind. I was lucky, I felt her put a cloth in my mouth and then secured it in with an old scarf. 

While I lay there, I felt her tying some more rope to me, she changed my frogtie to a hogtie and attached some extra rope around my waist (also attached to the rope connecting my hands to my feet) over a rafter again and re winched up (not to far) and left there. I could hardly move because my weight was holding my hands and feet in position. After yet another hour, I was lowered back to earth (which was a real relief). She untied me but just as I thought it was all over, things took another unexpected turn. She had untied my hands and legs but left the gag and blindfold on (but had removed the earplugs). As I removed the blindfold and looked up, I saw her pointing the paintball gun at my head.

“Now, lets have a little bit of fun!” Sarah said in a tone which said bad news with every syllable. She carried on pointing the gun at me and said “now you tie yourself”.

I was startled by what she had just said and looked at her in a way like I didn’t understand (which I didn’t). She carried on pointing the gun at me, but bent down and reached into a box. She pulled out some rope, chains (with some padlocks) and a set of handcuffs. 

She gave me ideas (which is probably what she wanted to happen). She said that maybe a frogtie might work. So, I tied each leg up so that my heels where touching by bum so I could still move each leg individually but could only move around on my knees which is very painful. I did this and then hand cuffed my hands behind my back. 

When I did this, Sarah fired a shot that went just above my head and flew into the headboard on her bed with the words that that was not good enough. She came upto me. She got the chain and attached it to the handcuffs and the other end to the post on her bed. She then tied another piece of rope (like before) behind my neck, under my armpits and behind my back, and tied another piece of chain to it and also to the bed. I had noticed that she had attached a combination padlock to the chain which held my handcuffed hands to the bed. She then told me that I could leave when I had gotten the combination but I would also have to get the key which was about a foot of the ground and too far away to grab with my teeth (remember that I could only move a certain distance from the bed due to the rope that went over the back of my neck and chain). She blindfolded me once again and left.

It took me about an hour to get the comb for the padlock (mainly because it was very stiff and I probably passed the same combination 10 times). After that I had to shuffle over to the place where I though the key was, bend over forward and grab the keys with my hands to release myself.

When I had untied myself, I looked up at the clock and it had turned out that I had been tied up for a total of 7 and a half hours. When I get her back, I will post. I have many other posts of when I bound her and other times when she got me.

I have a hot teacher at my school that I fantisize about. I would love to tie her up and tickle torture her but I don't know if shes ticklish.
oh well

Hope you enjoyed this latest recounting of my days as Dena's hostage/torture victim. I have more and shall relate them when I have the time.

As always, any feedback is welcome. And no, in case you're wondering, I can never walk into a carpet store without thinking of Marisa and Dena tickling me almost to death.

Anyway, it has come to my attention that there are many people here who wish to be restrained for many hours at a time so I am posting this for those people.
When I always have a self bondage session, I almost always do it the same way.

Firstly, I tie each leg individually in a v shape. Then, I get a key chain and wrap it around my stomach with the ring at the back (sometimes, I use a homemade collar made from a few cat collars with a keyring on it and secure that with a combination lock so I cannot get my key with out releasing that). I then connect my handcuffs to the ring on the chain with a padlock and throw many simmilar keys around the are in which I am going to be bound. Then, I put on a bindfold, make myself dizzy and lock my hands into the cuffs.

This is a really effective way because you can crawl around (just) until you find the key. 

Good Luck

This site has NO PORN (obviously) or nudity but should fit what you're looking for.

Enjoy!

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Anyway, thinking about those innocent but fun games/incidents caused me to search the Internet for sites like this, and wouldn’t you know I found this one.

Now, I have a couple stories about me tying Dan up – the first and best is one when I “got back” at him for constantly falling back on me as his “backup date.” I got a little tired of filling in as his “girlfriend” when he wanted to go out and hang out with other couples, so one night I decided to turn the tables on him and do something I wanted to do, and that was tie him up and kidnap him for the evening, doing whatever cruel little torture things I wanted to.

I know this site is for “childhood” games, which is why I’m asking if I can post it here. I know there’s a college site, but this story is sex-free and not suggestive at all, the way a lot of the college-site stories are (not that there’s anything wrong with that.) I thought the fun innocent “tie and playfully torture” theme would fit in better here, even though we were, as I said, 18 and 21 at the time.

Does that sound OK? Let me know if it is and I’ll post it.

Thanks!

I’m Kristin P. When I was a sophomore at a New England College 7 years ago, I became friends with a senior named Dan. We met in a lit class that had students of all ages. We hit it off and became friends, and come the winter and spring months, we got very close and hung around and awful lot. We played around a lot – you know, hugging and cuddling, playfighting and tickling and pinching – but never did even so much as made out. We were just very flirtatious friends. Even though I think Dan found me attractive – I was (still am, actually - :-)) 5”8, reasonably thin, have long blonde hair and blue-green eyes – but it never got to that kind of sexual thing. And he was cute, too – 6”1, brown hair and soft brown eyes, kind of lanky and very nice looking.

But the one problem was that by April, I had turned into Dan’s “fall back date.” He dated quite a bit but didn’t have a girlfriend, and most of his closest friends (who I got very close to as well) were hooked – John dated Gina, Larry dated Kim, Chuck dated Mary, and his best friend Erik dated Lori. So when it came town for “hang-out night” – once or twice a week back then, as most of them (including Dan) had off-campus apartments and the freedom from the dorms was awesome – Dan usually called on me because he felt so comfortable with me and we could cuddle and play just like everyone else did without him feeling awkward with some new girl he was dating. 

Meanwhile, we NEVER hung out with my friends, and this got a little tiresome. I told him this twice, and he said he’d work on it, but never did. So I determined that I would get even with him. I decided that the next time this happened – I was sure it would be soon – I would kidnap Dan and teach him a lesson.

Sure enough, “next time” came on a Saturday in late April – John/Gina and Erik/Lori would be hanging out at the house John and Erik were renting and watching a marathon of Beatles movies. (I’ve since learned to appreciate the finer things in life, but back then this kind of bored me. I was 18! I wanted to have fun going out.) Dan called me Friday to ask me to be his fallback. He actually said, “Hey Kris – I need a date tomorrow. Plllease????” He was cute, that’s for sure. I told him yes, that I’d be studying for a lot of the day and to call me around 5 and we’d make plans (I had a car on campus, so I often drove to him because he certainly didn’t want to hang out ON campus. Not Dan The Big Tough Senior!) And I formulated my plan to kidnap him.

Now my roommate Sherry had handcuffs – I’m really dot sure why to this day, but I knew she had them and I worked up the nerve on this Friday to ask to borrow them. As luck would have it, I didn’t have to because she went home for the weekend. So I found the handcuffs, made sure I had the key, and slipped them into my bookbag, then made my way downstairs to the dorm basement.

There was a full janitor’s room down there and the janitor was off for the weekend, so I scavenged for kidnapping supplies. I hit the jackpot almost right away – I found an unopened roll of silver duct-tape and big coil of old – but strong – rope. I don’t know why I was so nervous – no one was following me, for heaven’s sake! – but still I very hastily slipped my newfound kidnapping tools into my bag and ran out of the basement and back to the safety of my room. Mission accomplished! First I cut the rope into about 2-3 foot lengths. Then I threw the bookbag with the rope, duct tape, and handcuffs under the bed, grabbed a different bookbag, filled it with actual books, and headed off for a day at the library. I wore grey sweats, a pink college T-shirt, my old running shoes, and a denim jacket.

Around 4:30 I got back home. I thought about changing and then laughed to myself and thought, “Why? I’m NOT going out tonight. I’m staying IN and having a long talk with Dan.” I kicked my shoes off and turned the TV one, figuring I’d wait for a little while to call so that when I got to Dan’s it would seem like we were in a hurry and I could catch him offguard. I looked at my old shoes and they were nasty – 3 years old and not very nice to smell – and I got an idea for a way to torture Dan if he stepped out of line.

(NOTE: I recently read Kidnap Boy’s story and I assure you that the “foot odor torture” I will soon write about is purely coincidental. Honest. But it was funny to see someone else tortured like this!)

Around 5:30 I called Dan. (The stories on this page are great with all the detail, so I’ll try to come close to re-creating the actual dialogue when it comes up.)

“Hey,” I said. “What time should I pick you up?”

“Can you leave now? We’re supposed to eat there at 6 and then watch the movies. I’ll wait downstairs.”

Gulp! Not part of the plan. Think fast, girl!

“No, don’t. The toilet on the floor isn’t working again and I’ll need to use your bathroom. I’ll come up – I won’t be but a minute.” (Nice one, huh?)

“Alright, fine. But I don’t want to dawdle. Once your done we go. Alright? (I said OK) See you in 10.”

What a jerk! “I don’t want to dawdle!”? Oh, I would get him but good tonight. I put on a pair of grey/green argyle socks – it was too chilly for bare feet now - and my running shoes and my jean jacket and took off, with my SPECIAL bookbag with some other clothes on top to conceal the goods.

He answered his door when I knocked. He was wearing a black T-shirt, jeans, and workboots.

“HI! I won’t be a minute!” I said, giving him a quick kiss and hustling to the bathroom. “No jacket?” I yelled from in there as I slipped the handcuffs out of the bag and into my jacket pocket.

“Nah, it’s not bad. I’m a northern guy, anyway. You about ready?”

I flushed the toilet to make it seem real and walked out with my bag in hand. “After you, sir,” I told Dan. He made his way to the apartment door and I attacked.

I dropped my bag, ran up behind him, and starting tickling his ribs from behind. He let out a laugh-scream and tried to turn and fight me off, but he was really ticklish and I sunk my wiggling fingers in good and there was no way I was letting go. I’m no weakling – I’d no Dena, either! – so I was able to force him to the floor with the tickling and pretty much tickled him into submission. Something about being tickled unexpectedly makes you very defenseless for a short while – trust me, I know! – and I got him right where I wanted him. Because I’d caught him offguard I had the upper hand and got him face down and was on his back within about 20 second. I kept tickling him when we reached the ground and 

“KRIS…NO…NO…STOP…WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!! STOP PLAYING…AH GEEZ STOP TICKLING!!!!! WE HAVE TO GO HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!”

“Uh, no no, Dan, we’re not going anywhere!” I told him sitting on his back. I stopped tickling long enough to pull out the cuffs and lock them around his wrists, behind his back while he was face down. I did it!!! Woo-hoo! He had no time to react and now was all mine.

“Wh---what the hell…” and Dan thrashed around under me like a fish out of water. I sat on top of him laughing and held my ground, driving my knees into his sides to pin him from behind. He thrashed for about another minute and then stopped.

“Good, you’re calm now. Come with me,” I said, and I got up, grabbed him by his feet, and dragged him across the carpet toward the main living area, stopping just outside the bathroom where my bag with the ropes and tape was. His hands were tied behind him and all he could do was go along for the face-down ride.

“Kris, this is not the time for jokes. We’re going to be late!”

“Oh. We’re going to be verrrry late, Dan. So late that the next time you see them, you’ll have a great story to tell – the story of the night I kidnapped you!”

“What are you, crazy?” he said, sounding more annoyed than usual. “LET ME GO!”

“NO!” I yelled back, reaching for the rope and sitting on his legs to pin them. “Now shut up or I’ll shut you up! You’re not going anywhere tonight!”

He tried to jerk around some more and I needed to get his feet tied and fast. I got one piece of rope, did my best to remembering my knot-tying skills from Girl Scouts, and tied his feet together, over his pants just over the ankles. With another piece I tied just above there. Got him!

I hopped up to my feet and looked at my bound captive, rolling around on the floor with his hands and feet tied and a nasty snarl on his face. He was yelling the whole time about me being crazy and this not being funny and how I’d better untie him. I just laughed – I think I’m relatively sane, I found this QUITE funny indeed, and no one who I just tied up has a right to give me orders. So there! – and turned and went to the door and into the hallway.

“You’re just going to leave me here!” he screamed at me.

I look around the hallway, saw no one around, and grinned. Then I turned back to the apartment, entered, closed the door and locked it, walked to him with a big, wide smile.

“Oh, you WISH I was just going to leave you here,” I snarled at him, takng off my jacket and throwing it on a chair, then staring right at him on the floor. “No no no, you silly fool. You are mine ALLLL NIIIGHT LOOOONG!!!!”

He groaned and thrashed around some more, rolling onto his back. Whew, what energy he had!

I sat down next to him by my bag, untied my shoes, and took them off. Then I reached into the bag and pulled out the key, sitting Indian-style and holding it a foot from his nose.

“I bet you want this, don’t you. Ha ha! Never! I think I’ll put it somewhere safe,” I taunted, getting up and walking over to a bookshelf. It was taller than I was and I had to stand on my tip-toes to place it inside a jar on the top shelf. There was no way Dan was getting this key now.

“Oh, you little…”and he unleashed a stream of curse words at me and told me when he got free he would kill me and what not (the joking kind of threat – not the real kind). But he was plenty angry and kept yelling at me while trying to get his hands and feet free to no avail.

“Wow, what a mouth you have, Dan,” I said, sitting down Indian-style again. “Good thing I brought this!”

And I showed him the duct tape that I brought while I took the plastic wrap off it.

“Wh-what are you gonna do with that??” he yelled, nervous.

“I’m going to do some electrical work with it,” I replied sarcastically. “What do you THINK I’m going to do with it? I’m going to gag you!”

“No! Kris, don’t! Don’t gag me! Please! Don’t! Do….”

I ripped off a long piece and cut off his pleas by putting it tightly over his mouth, pressing down hard with it. It almost went ear to ear. He mmmphed into it and I knew one piece would be enough.

Now I had his attention, but he thrashed around even worse, bucking and gasping like a madman. I had to calm him down. I grabbed one of my shoes, climbed on top of him, and spoke while he bucked like a bronco.

“These are my old running shoes – they’re 3 years old and they’re disgusting. Here…smell!” I said, forcing the shoe over his nose. He was forced to breathe in my foot odor. (Here’s where I need to apologize to Kidnap Boy – sorry! This happened long ago. Please don’t think I’m stealing your idea. :-) )

“I’m going to hold this stinky shoe over your nose until you calm down. So STOP THRASHING AROUND, DAN!”

He closed his eyes and tried to force the shoe off his nose, but he couldn’t and I held it there strongly. He mmphed some more into his duct-tape gag and finally, a few long seconds later, he stopped. He just lied there and moaned, begging me under the gag to take it away from his nose.

“That’s a good boy! And now, I end your suffering. See how easy that was?” I said, and took the shoe off his nose. He nodded as if to say ‘Thank you’ and looked up at me with a confused, and a little scared, look. “Do everything I say and you won’t have to smell my shoes again, I promise.”

He nodded again and gave a frustrated moan into his gag.

“Do you want to know WHY you’re tied up and gagged?” I asked, climbing off him and standing directly over him, my feet on either side of him at the chest.

He looked up as if to say, “Well, YEAH!”

I bent down and explained.

“You’re my friend and I love you, but you are driving me crazy with this ‘fallback date’ stuff. It’s getting where I’m expected to be at your beck and call all the time and I’ve had. You’re NOT going to John’s tonight, you’re NOT hanging out with your friends, watching a movie and cuddling with me tonight. Tonight, we’re doing what I WANT to do, and what I really want to do is teach you a lesson about respect tonight. So I will tie you up until you learn that lesson. Understand?”

Dan said something through the gag and made it clear that he was trying say he DID respect me. I shook my head.

“No you don’t respect me. Not enough, at least. But don’t worry – you will after tonight,” I sneered.

I then sat on his feet and untied his boots.

“The only way you’ll learn is by being punished,” I said, pulling his boots and then his socks off. “The first thing I’m gonna do is tickle your feet for a while. I KNOW they’re ticklish!”

He screamed under the gag but I rolled him over, sat on the backs of his legs, and tickled his feet sadistically while he screamed and laughed into his bag. I just taunted him some more and ran my fingers between his ties and all down the soles of each foot.

“You like that, do you? Too bad you’re so ticklish, Daniel! Because that’s what I’m going to do to you tonight – tickling you to death. So deal with it!” I said, and I kept right on tickling his feet while he suffered brutally.

I finally stopped slowly and got up and rolled him over. There were tears in his eyes.

“I’ll give you a little break. Want me to take your gag off?” I asked.

Dan nodded pleadingly.

“OK, but any yelling and the gag goes right back on! I’ve got a whole roll of duct tape I can use!” I said, bending down and ripping the gag off. He yelled “Ow” and was still laughing. “And no begging me to untie you! I mean it. One time and I’ll gag you again!”

He was still laughing and gasping and looked at me, started to speak, then stopped.

“Yeah, you understand me!” I said. I walked over to the couch and turned on the TV with my feet up. He laid on the floor. “We’re going to watch what I want to watch. Like Lifetime!”

He groaned and rolled over to me as I found a nice issue-of-the-week movie on Lifetime, right in the middle of it.

“Kristin, please don’t tickle me anymore. Please!”

“What do you mean,” I said, getting up and crouching down next to him. “Are you telling me you’re ticklish? Huh? Like this? Tickle you like this.” I poked his ribs over and over again, fluttering my fingers on his stomach and ribcage. 

He laughed more and tried to roll away, begging me to stop. I mean, he was REALLY begging.

“You trying to get away from me, from my tickling fingers. Oh no no no, you’re not getting away from me,” I said, catching up with him, kneeling down, now tickling him all out on his torso and armpits. When he finally screamed too loud, I gagged him with my hand and told him to shut up.

“I going to take my hand off your mouth, and you’re NOT going to scream, you got that! You take your tickle-torture like a man, and remember, you brought this one yourself!”

So I took my hand off and he pleaded, not screaming. It sounded something like this as I rose to my feet and giggled.

“OhGodnoKristinpleasepleaspleasedon’tticklemeanymorepleasepleaseplease….”

I just laughed and tickled his ribs with my feet, a trick I learned from an old high school boyfriend who would do it to me when we would lay on the couch together. Toes are much more severe than fingers when it comes to tickling, or at least they can be if you do it right. So I jabbed my socked feet into his ribs and stomach and shook my head at him while he suppressed his screams and giggled uncontrollably like a little boy. He couldn’t get away from my feet!

“Oh yes, so now you are forced to learn that tickling is much, much worse when done with the feet! Are you learning your lesson?” I asked him, jamming my toes into his midsection.

“YES! YES! PLEASE STOP! STOP TICKLING ME! I’M GONNA DIE!”

“You’re not going to die,” I said, crouching down and shifting again from my feet to my hands. “Tickling to death is just an expression. No matter how much I tickle you and how much worse it gets, you won’t die! I can assure you of that! And that was a scream I heard, was it?”

“KRISTIN! STOP! STOP!”

He was in an all-out scream now as I tickled that very ticklish place between the lower stomach and the upper legs. The hips, I guess. As much as I was enjoying tickling him, I had to shut him up.
 

”OK,. I’ll stop. For now. But I’ll have to gag you again,” I said, getting up and grabbing him by his feet and dragging his bound body into the bedroom while he again begged me to let him go. But his strength had all been tickled out of him.

“Anything, Kris. I’ll do anything! Just untie me and let me go and stop tickling me! Please! Anything!!!!!”

I just laughed at him and go him onto his bed. I ran out and got two more pieces of rope and the duct tape. I bound his feet to the bedframe with the two pieces and gagged him with two big pieces of duct tape, smoothing the tape with my fingers while I crouched over him at the bedside. He looked up helpless and I just gave him an evil grin.

“There, a nice gag for the bad boy who doesn’t listen to directions. You like that? Now, you just stay all tied up in here and get nice and comfy. I’m going to watch some TV. I want you to think of a nice apology for me while I’m out there. I’ll come in in a little while to hear it. And Dan,” I said, reaching down and tickling his ribs some more while he mmmphed as hard as he could into the gag. “That’s right. If you’re apology isn’t good enough, I’ll just tickle it out of you. Like this.”

I tickled him for another minute and he was in absolute agony when I left, saying, “Bye bye” and closing his bedroom door.

I put my feet up and turned up the TV. I could faintly hear him “MMMPPH” from the bedroom and I just laughed. I figured I’d check in on him every 15 minutes or so, just to make sure he was OK. I sat there and laughed and laughed at the fact that I’d actually kidnapped Dan and now had him bound and gagged and at my mercy.

That’s a good chunk of the story. It’s late and I have to go. I’ll tell more sometime soon. Hope your enjoying it!!!!

:-)
 

I had Dan bound and gagged in his bedroom and I sat on his couch with my shoes off and my feet up, watching my TV shows and basking in the glory of successfully kidnapping my dear but somewhat “usey” friend. I could hear him MMMPHING from the bedroom into the duct tape I had gagged him with, and I smiled to myself at my ability to capture and subdue Dan. It was one of those, “You go, girl!” moments. I was finally doing what I wanted to do, and that was get even with Dan for taking me for granted (as was explained in the first part of the story.)

It had been a while since I tickled him and was really started to love the muffled squeals and desperate eyes he gave me when I was tickling him, so I figured it was time again. I padded into the bedroom where my bound hostage was and looked at him writhing on the bed – his hands cuffed behind him, his mouth taped shut, his feet tied with ropes and fastended to the bed. No, he wasn’t going anywhere, and now I had more fun stuff in mind!

“Hello Dan,” I said in my sweet-little-girl voice from the doorway. “Would you like me to untie you now?”

“Mmmm-hmmm!!! MMM-HMMM!” he screamed into his gag while his bare feet struggled to untie themselves from the bedframe to no avail. “MMMMMMMM!!!!”

“Gosh, you sound desperate. Do you really, really, REALLY want me to untie you, honey?” I gushed.

Dan mmmphed some more and I just giggled with delight.

“Are you trying to get free? Are you trying to kick you feet free? There’s no way you can untie yourself, you know – you need ME to untie you if you want to be free. And I need to know you really want it!”

More crazy screaming from Dan under the gag. He sat up in bed with his hands tied behind him and used his whole bound body to plead his case. “MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!”

Perfect.

“Well, too bad. Because I’m not untying you – you’re not going anywhere for a long time!” I said, wiggling my fingers in the air and slowly coming at him. “But I WILL tickle your feet some more!”

I crouched down and tickled his feet and the squeals that came from Dan were like mice being chase by a cat. I tickled his feet over every inch and looked him straight in his teary eyes and said, “You are never going to make me feel like a backup date, are you? Are YOU!!!”

More squealing from him, more tickling from me, now on his knees and hips and thighs. When I sensed he was almost out of control, I stopped and said, “Don’t fight it, Danny Boy. You can’t protect yourself. And I’m going to keep coming in here and tickling you until I think you are broken of this bad habit of treating me like an afterthought.”

“But first,” I said, getting yup, sitting on the bed, grabbing the phone, and resting my argyled tootsies right near his face, “there’s the matter of tonight.” And I dialed the phone while he tried to scream but I just put my hand over the tape on his mouth to muffle any remaining sounds. “Shhhh!” I ordered.

“Hi John? It’s Kristin…I’m good…Look, I’m at Dan’s now and he’s sick as a dog. He just threw up – sorry to gross you out…Oh, I think it’s food poisoning – I had it once and it’s just awful…Yeah, it sucks, I know…So I think I’m going to stay with him for the night and make sure he’s OK – needless to say, we won’t be coming over…OK – I will – thanks, John. Talk to you tomorrow. Bye!” And I hung up, proud of myself.

I ripped off Dan’s gag so fast that it surprised him.

“Ah…ah…ah..wh…”

“See?” I said. “All done. They think your sick and think I’m taking care of you. Hee hee hee – if they ONLY knew! And now you’re MINE for the night!”

“Kris, please. PLEASE! I will do anything you want!!! Just please don’t tickle me anymore, and PLEASE UNTIE ME! I’ve learned my lesson and you’re right! I won’t treat you like that anymore! You were right and I’m so sorry! I swear to God I’m sorry!”

“Yeah, you’re sorry and I belive you, but you still haven’t suffered enough! I still need to tickle you more, and I won’t untie you until I’m done torturing you. But I will do something for you, OK?” I said.

Dan looked relieved. “Yes – WHAT?”

“Are you hungry?”

“Oh, God, yes!! Yes, I am! I haven’t eaten since noon! Please, get me something to eat!”

“OK, I will, hon. And not just something. Sausage and garlic pizza from BT’s!”

His favorite.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” Dan said, still unable to sit up because my feet were on his chest. “Do you mean it?”

“Yeah, I do. I’ll dial the number and you can even order it. I won’t untie you, but I’ll feed you, OK? And then I promise it will be at least an hour before I tickle you again.”

Dan considered this and realized it was the best and only offer he had, so he agreed. I dialed the phone number, held it to his ear, and he ordered his favorite pizza in the world and ordered it delivered. 20 minutes, they said, and I got money from my wallet and would treat.

“I’m not going to gag you now, OK? Let’s just talk until the pizza comes. Then, I’ll just gag you until the guy leaves – I can’t quite trust that you won’t cry for help,” I said.

Dan nodded, and for the next 20 minutes we had a nice talk, talking about things we’d do next weekend and telling him how much I liked him but how it DID make me feel kind of bad to be treated like some sort of designated date. Stuff like that. And I laid my head on his chest and for a minute really thought of untying him so he could hug me. But that’s when the knock came on the door.

“Sorry,” I said, pulling out the duct tape and tearing off a piece. “I have to gag you again. Don’t fight me.”

I gagged Dan with the tape and ran out to the door where I paid for the pizza. He diodn’t make a sound and the guy left and I came back with the pizza.

Hee hee hee.

“Sorry, darling, my dinner’s here. I have to eat. I’d feed you, but it seems you’ve got a gag on your mouth. Oh well. You can watch me eat!” I taunted. Am I cruel or what??!!

I swear to you Dan’s screams would have knocked the building down if he wasn’t gagged as I slowly ate 3 pieces of pizza right next to him, waving it in front of his nose as he begged and begged and begged under the gag. This was pure torture! I was so proud of myself.

Finally, I was full.

“Well, I can’t eat another bite. Better throw the rest of this out!” I said, and was met with more muffled screams. Dan looked defeated and incensed, but there wasn’t a darn thing my bound captive could do about it!

I walked out to the kitchen, the put the pizza down, and went into the refrigerator and got a lemon. He used them all the time for mixed drinks. I laughed to myself at my latest inventive torture as I cut the lemon into quarters, put it on a plate, and carried it into the bedroom.

“Here – I have some food for you. Your second favorite – raw lemons!”

Dan’s eyes got as bog as quarters as I pulled his gag off again just enough to drip lemon juice into his mouth. I did this and then re-gagged him before he could spit it out and he was forced to swallow the sour lemon juice. His face scrunched real tight and more screams came from beneath the gag.

“More? Does that mean you want more? OK” I said and did the same thing again. I had a pattern – take Dan’s gag half off, make him suck on a lemon wedge for a few seconds, gag him again. Gag off-lemon-gag on. Gag off-lemon-gag on. Gag off-lemon-gag on.

“Oh yes, my sweetie, you are going to learn your lesson tonight. You are getting evevry torture in Evil Kristin’s book!”

Finally, I stopped and took his gag off and walked into the kitchen to dispose of the lemons while he screamed curses at me, but still couldn’t help from laughing in a way that made me realize he wasn’t REALLY too mad at me. He was just humiliated and embarrassed – my point exactly.

As I washed the lemons off my hands I realized my hands were quite cold and smiled as I got another idea. I took some ice cubes out of the freezer, grabbed the plate again, held the ice in one hand and plate in another behind my back as I walked into the room and coruched at the bedside and Dan yelled some more.

“Oh, when I get untied you will be so dead! I will get you back 10 times worse!!!!”

“Oh really,” I said, standing up and revealing the ice in my hands, then placing the ice on the plate and putting it on the nightstand. “Well, then, I guess I just have to try out a new torture on you, because with that attitude I don’t think you’ve learned anything!”

And I pulled his shirt up and placed my ice cold hands on his defenseless stomach.

“Woooooooo!!! Nooooooo! Noooooooooooo!” Dan screamed.

“Cold, isn’t it? Let’s try that again!” I said, and placed my cold hands on his chest and sides this time. Oooh, what torture it must have been.

“Wooooooooooooo-hooooooooooo!!!!!! Noooooooooooooo!!!!!!!! Dooooooooooooooon’t!!!!!!!!”

“OK,” I said, reaching down and pulling my socks off. “Let’s try my feet! They work for tickling – I’ll be their just wooooonderful for ice torture!!!”

And I placed my care feet in the plate of ice cubes and then placed my freezing cold feet on his stomach while all Dan could do was screamed and only DREAM about me untying him!

“OK, I think you’ve had enough!” I said, pressing my icy bare foot on one last time before grabbing my socks, sitting at his feet, and putting my socks back on. I looked at his bare feet just sitting there and tickled them some more.
“No! No! No! No! No! Please Kris no more! Please!!!! I can’t take any more tickling!!!!!”

“Oh no? Well I can,” I taunted, and then proceeded to tickle every inch of his body all over again. He was breathless when I finished, and I reached for the tape.
 

“B-B-B-but…” he begged.

“I think you’ve been tickled enough for one night,” I said, and gagged him with the tape again. “See you later!” I said, walking out of the room, closing the door, and turning the lights off.

I again resumed my check of him every 10 minutes or so to make sure he was OK, and did that for a while while I watched TV the rest of the time. I felt liberated!

Finally, around 10 p.m., I decided it was time to free my hostage, but first I need an insurance policy. I took the laces out of his boots, tied them together, went into the bedroom, and tied then around his cuffed hands. This would be a reinforcement for when I took his cuffs off. He didn’t fight me at all. Then I found Dan’s camera, took a picture with it of him bound and gagged on the bed, and placed it in my bag to take home. I told him if he ever tried to get revenge, this picture would make its way to his friends. He was tired of begging so he just nodded. I need one more assurance, so I grabbed his tape recorder, loaded a tape into it, and jammed it in front of his face.

“I’m going to take your gag off, and you’re going to describe into the tape what I did to you tonight. Then I’m going to ask you a few questions and you are going to answer them. Then I will begin to untie you and free you. But if you don’t cooperate, and I mean every step of the way, I’ll tickle you all over again! Got it?”

Dan nodded, and I ripped his gag off one last time.

I held the tape recorder to his lips. “State your name!”

“Dan _____”

“Were you taken hostage tonight?”

“Yes.”

“By who?”

“By Kristin P______.”

“Describe what I did to you, in FULL detail. Leave nothing out!”

“Kristin tied my hands behind my back with handcuffs, tied my feet with ropes, gagged me with tape, and tortured me tonight. She did this because she thought I’ve been taking advantage of her, and she’s right, I have been.”

Nice touch.

“Describe the tortures – all of them!”

“Uh, she tickled me without any mercy, all over. She tickled me with her feet, too. She made me smell her old running shoes. She ate pizza in front of me and wouldn’t give me any. She forced me to eat lemon. She placed her cold hands and feet on my stomach. And, uh…I think that’s it.”

“On a scale of one to 10, how would you rate the lemon torture in its severity?” I asked.

“Uh…7.”

“How about my cold hands and feet on your stomach?”

“Oh…9.”

“How about my stinky foot odor?”

“Oh God..10! 10!”

“The pizza?”

“10!”

“And finally, how about me tickling you to death?” I asked.

“20!!!!!” I yelled.

“Very well. Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. I promise I have!!!!!!”

“Do you promise to not seek revenge on me?”

“Yes! I promise!”

“OK then,” I said, and clicked the tape off. I then went outside and placed the tape in my bad before coming back into the bedroom. “Time to set you free, but I need lead time juuuust in case you try to get back at me. So here we go.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and untied his feet from the frame. Then I untied his feet at the ankles and walked him into the kitchen – first stopping to get the handcuff key from the jar on the shelf – and then sitting him in an armchair with his hands still tied behind him with rope and handcuffs. Working very quickly and with little resistance from Dan, I uncuffed his hands – they were still bound with rope – and simply cuffed one hand to the arm of the chair. Then I untied his hands and he sat there with one hand cuffed to the chair and nothing else.

“OK, it’s all over. You really, really better have learned your lesson,” I said, standing in front of him. “Because I can just as easily do this again, you know!”

“I know! I know! I HAVE learned my lesson. I swear. Just please don’t tell anyone about this!” he pleaded.

“Nope –that’s what the tape and the picture is for. Just my little insurance policy. You don’t try anything, and I’ll eventually destroy them.” (The picture was good – Dan all tied up, gagged and desperate with his eyes really wide. Unfortunately, I DID destroy it eventually. The tape, too. I kind of wish I still had the picture, though. : - )

I went out to the living room and put my shoes back on, then my jacket and grabbed my bag.

“Goodbye, sweetie. Lunch tomorrow?” I said, leaning down and kissing him and placing the key in his free hand and making my way quickly to the door. “Call me to let me know you got out OK!” 

“Uh sure,” he yelled, fumbling with the key. “Lunch would be great.”

He called me later to tell me he got himself uncuffed. What a laugh we had! And we stayed great friends. Dan lives far away now, but we stay in touch.

Am I some kind of kidnapper and torturer or what?