When I moved to a new town, my first and best friends were and still are Allan, Bill and Carl, they are triplets. They are all 16 and about 7 months older than me. God only knows how long they have been into tying people up, because they are pros at it.

Here is the story~

Allan Bill and Charlie went out to buy new shoes one morning at around 11, and all came back with matching Chuck Taylors.

When they got home, they got bored, and called me to go over there. I had nothing better to do, so I went.

They showed off their Chuck Taylors, and I showed off my some what new camerra at the time. I started taking pictures of everything, even there feet, because it was a new camera.

After talking for a while, I said, "Man, why did you get Chuck Taylors? They suck!!!"

They all three excahanged glances and Allan said, "You will be punished for what you just said!"

Then, Bill and Carl grabbed my arms and legs and I was brought to Allan's room. They shut and locked the door. Then took off their shoes.

"What are you gonna do to me?" I asked them, a little scared.

"This," said Allan.

Bill got some rope and Carl and Allan took off their socks. Then they all surrounded me, and attacked at once. Bill pinned me to the bed and tied my hands tight behing my back. Then, carl came at me with four worn socks.

"Helmmmpppphhh" was my attempt for help while carl stuck a tall worn sock as far as it would go in my mouth. Then, he took a short peice of rope and tied it around the visible part to secure it. Finnaly, it was topped off by another really long sock. I felt helpless.

Allan took off my own socks and shoes and replaced them with some high socks and a pair of old chuck taylors. Then, they tied one last rope to the rope on my wrist, and pulled me off the bed. They told me to walk.

I walked until I got to the front door. When Bill said, "Who told you to stop?"

I shook my head when Carl came over with the remaining to dirty socks and held them against my nose. I nodded and walked out the door.

They walked me around the block like that 4 times and brought me home.

"Guess what Nick?" said Allan, "That was only half of it!"

To be continued.

She came back about 15 minutes later with her best friend, Mindy. Mindy had come over to our house many times but I had never actually gotten to know her. Mindy looked at my sister and said

“Well, you said that he was tied up but I didn’t think that you where serious!”

“Well” said Sarah, “You know I don’t lie…that much”

“So, what shall we do to him?” Mindy asked

“Tie him up properly for a start, then whatever we like,” replied Sarah

Sarah untied my arms and retied them in a stacked way behind my back and led me through to her room. She released my hands and lay me down on the bed. She took of my shoes (but thankfully left my socks on) and tied a piece of rope around each ankle and passed it around two of the bars at the end of her bed while Mindy tied my hands separately and did the same except at the head of the bed. When they had finished, they pulled the ropes fairly tight (but not to tight). Sarah went over to her wardrobe and pulled out (unoriginally) some socks and pushed them both into my mouth which was then secured by some rope and duct tape. She also blindfolded me with the duct tape. 

I lay there for about 10 minutes then I heard her say “Time to get rid of the slack Mindy”. At that moment, I felt the ropes tied to my arms suddenly get really taut, stretching me, what felt like a foot. I lay there for about an hour when Mindy and Sarah finally came back and removed the tape over my eyes. They then loosened the rope that connected by arms to the beds head but not that much, only so I wasn’t stretched any more. They then started to tickle me all over. It was even worse than being stretched. This lasted for about 10 minutes but felt like forever. They then released me and we all talked. Later, the girls (as an apology for being so mean) decided to get a HUGE curry (my favourite food). 

I’ll keep you posted on any further developments.

Anyway it started off when my parents went off to my sisters concert or sumthing. They said 
"Look Josh havea few friends over we'll be back at 9 pm."
So I called up Jake and he said he'd be there at noon. I called Adam he said he couldn't come until 1:30.
So whatever noon rolls around and Jake showed up, Jake is about 5'8 he's really skinny and he has short blond hair. For those who care he was wearing a red t-shirt jeans and when he took his shoes off (cuz he was in my house) white socks with a grey bottom. So I toldhim that Adam would be around shortly. So we played a video game. We were both equally good at this game so to up the stakes I made a bet "I say the loser gets tied up!"
"what?" came the reply
"you heard me if you lose I tie u up if I lose u tie me up." said I
"um OK whatever ur goin down so I got nutin to lose!"
few minutes later he loses, "Alright Jake, go down to my basement"
He complied, I grabbed some duct tape lying around I'm not an experienced tyer uper so duct tape I figured would hold him better than any not from a skiping rope.
So I went to the basement found Jake.
"Lie on your stomach and put your hands behind you." I ordered He did so and I wrapped the tape around his wrists.
"Get outta that!" I said
He struggled for awhile then said "No good, you got me now let me go." 
"I let you go when Adam gets here." I ran upstairs and grabbed that skipping rope came back down and said "These are for your feet." He turned onto his back and held out his feet. I tied his ankles together with simple simple knots. He kicked and I watched him attempt to free himself.
I watched his feet worrying about the knot I made didn't come a bit loose I was so proud!
About 10 minutes later I hear my doorbell ring.
"Thank god Adam's here let me go!" said Jake
I pulled out the duct tape again and moved to gag him.
"What are you doin now? you said you'd let me go!"
"I lied I'll tell Adam about this, and then us 2 will decide what to do with you." I said laughing and gagging him with the tape.

I went to greet Adam. Adam came in hes almost 6 feet, he has short brown hair he too is skinny, and he was wearing Jeans and a black t-shirt and white socks.
After ten minutes of talking I told Adam that we were gonna play a game, I was gonna tie him up until Jake got here. He agreed, I was kinda suprised he didn't put up a fight. Anyway I pulled out my duct tape and tied Adam's wrists behind his back. He too couldn't escape. "OK what time is Jake gettin here?" asked Adam
"Oh don't worry about that come to my basement." I said and shoved him in the direction of the stairs. He walked down and found Jake tied up and gagged.
"What the hell is goin on!" asked Adam 
I forced Adam to the ground normally I probably wouldn't be able to but with Adam's wrists tied behind him it was no problem. I tied his ankles together.and pulled Jake and Adam together and tied them back to back.
 
 

More Later.......

For the rest of the day we just hung around playin video games.
Now I'm off anxiously awaiting Jake and Adam's attempt at revenge.

I kept her like that for about 10 minutes before she managed to get the blindfold of by rubbing the side of her head against the leg of her bed (sorry, I forgot to mention that we played the game in her room this time) and rolled over to me started to head-butt my shins. So, I replaced the duct tape blindfold and removed her socks, and started to torture her with the oldest and most effective form of torture. I kept this up for about 5 more minutes until she squealed so loudly, I would have sworn that it could have been heard from Australia. She lay there panting, fully worn out.

I came to the decision that I wanted to watch a video, so I removed the rope connecting my sisters hands to her feet and dragged her through to my room (so I could watch the video and keep a watch on her to make sure that she was ok, because accidentally killing her would be the last thing I would want). I put on the video and used Sarah as a cushion and sat on her. I watched the video for the next 40 minutes then decided to let her go (not only because the video ended and I was bored, but my parents would be coming home any minute soon). So I untied her, asked her if she was all right and to my surprise, got a hug (don’t ask me why). Anyway, we went to our own rooms and went to sleep. But I have an idea of how I am going to tie her up again next time due to watching an episode of CSI: Miami. Oh well, until next time.

THE END

It was a calm midsummer day and while me and Steve where playing a game of some kind or another. After about an hour and my relentless winning streaks and his many rude curses that I could not repeat here he finally proposed to me if I was as good at fighting and commanding armies in reality as I was in the games. So, I accepted his challenge and invited over my 4 best mates who I mentioned before and tolled them about the battle. Steve also invited over a few of his mates and we prepared for the fight. 

Me and my brother had a small collection of bb-guns, paintball guns, a few seriously powerful water cannons (that had the potential to push me over and but I did fix a motor to it to make it that powerful in a club) that we distributed amongst our friends for the fight. My team had the advantage because I had many paint grenades, water bombs and a homemade water bomb/paint grenade launcher which I had made in the same club.

But anyway, to the story. We each went to a separate area of the farm. My team went to the old barn which was located almost on top of a river with a small forest close by and I found out later that Steve had gone to the storage sheds which where 4 fields away, very close to the house.

We each got a bb hand pistol, Tom volunteered to take the water cannon (which was our HSW and arsenal to win), Dan took the automatic bb-gun and manned the launcher (which we placed on top of the barn, protected by hay) and me, Alex and Stuart took the paintball guns. Then we where ready.

We waited for about half an hour when we finally saw Sasha (Steve’s best friend). We waited until he got closer. He was within the range that could be classified as point blank, but we waited. I saw Alex looking at me with a look as if he was trying to say “WHAT THE HELL ARE WE WAITING FOR!”. It was then at that point when I found a load of thin thread and some tape used for securing the hay bales in bales. I flashed these at Alex and Stuart and they instantly caught on. We all hid behind the doors to the barn until he walked straight in.

The second he was in the middle, I signalled at Tom, and he fired straight at Sasha making him fly over backwards. Stuart and Alex jumped on him pinning him to the ground. I tied his hands behind his back and tied his legs then connected all of his limbs to make a very effective hogtie. I then put the tape over his mouth and eyes to stop his protests. Now with the trussed up Sasha, we at least had a chance to win, but then Dan called down that we should use him as bait so we could capture the others.

We then suspended Sasha above the ground in the middle of the barn (where any old fool could see him (as long as the old fool was not blind)) and waited. It was not long before the others in his team came along. They ran into the barn where they instantly got shot to (metaphorically) pieces. We all jumped on all of them and bound them in the same way Sasha was (except not suspended). We spent the next 2 hours torturing them mainly by tickling them and maybe shot them a few times with the water gun completely soaking them which was tremendous fun then we just decided to leave them their for a bit. So, we spread them all away form each other and surrounded them with hay bails so there was no chance of them freeing each other.

After about an hour and a half we let them all go but not before making Steve I was as good at these games in the virtual world as well as in the real world. Well, I will post again if another situation like this ever arises.

We had nearly given up when I had decided to try to see if the keys had been left in the room, and I mmphed to Brandy to see if she knew. She could read my expression and knew exactly what I was saying, and blushed. I looked at her as though I was confused, and she looked down at her bra. I looked and could see some keys had been shoved down in there. I felt some in mine to after I thought about it, and I knew that Hanna and Shelly had planned it to embarass us. I'm not completely gay or anything, but it was a small rush thinking that I would have to go digging in Brandy's bra to find the keys. I grabbed the keys out of her bra and tested them on all of the locks. They opened one of her arms. After this, we were home free. After a few minutes, she had grabbed my keys out of my bra and unlocked me. We then began plotting our revenge. 

Hanna came in to check on us, and we both lay hidden. When she came into the room, we tackled her and I shoved her face into a pillow and sat on her back while Brandy handcuffed her. Once we had her hands behind her, we knew we had her beat, and we waited for Shelly. Once she came in, we also tackled and handcuffed her. Then the fun began. Brandy and I began discussing what we were going to do with them, and we first decided on embarassing them like they had us. We got some clear saran wrap and uncuffed Hanna's hands. We each held an arm to make sure she didn't get away. Then, we tied crotchropes on each of them VERY tight. 
Next we made Hanna hug Shelly very tightly, and we pressed their bodies together. Then, we wrapped Saran Wrap around them many times until their whole bodies were covered. We laughed as they rolled around and we tickled their feet just for fun. 

Next, we decided to use some other methods of tying them up, and we got Shelly's vacuum bed and but Hanna in it while we put Shelly in a straightjacket. Neither of them could escape, and we decided to let them switch places. When Shelly was in the vacuum bed, I began to tickle her like crazy to repay her for everything she had done to me. At that time, Brandy tackled me and handcuffed my hands behind my back. Then, she made me change into the inflatable suit of Shelly's, and she aired up the bottom part of it. After some time, she let me out and tied my up into a ball and put me in a large chest. THen, she also put Hanna into the chest and padlocked it. 

I have to go, but I'll finish later.

I had invited him over for about 12. My sister (the lazy slob) was still asleep. He came over and we played on the PlayStation for a few hours. My sister was still asleep and I decided to ask Simon “Should we teach my sister a lesson for being so lazy?”

He looked at me with a slightly questioning look but when I signalled over to her room and when he peeked in he saw that she was asleep and said “Sure, what d’you have in mind?”

I was not sure but then I noticed the small piles of rope from our games and said to him “How about making her lie there a bit longer” and for the first time, he picked up on what I was saying. I picked up the rope and tape and snuck into her room with Simon. We turned her over onto her front, very, very gently and slowly brought her arms up behind her and tied them. We then did the same to her legs and hogtied her. We then gagged her with some strips of tape and blindfolded her. We then decided to go back to our room and wait until she awoke.

She stayed asleep for the next hour. When she woke up, we heard the panicky squeals as she woke up but then she calmed down quite quickly when we walked in and removed the blindfold. She looked at us with some relief and the rest was pleading for us to untie her. We looked at each other then Simon lent over and whispered “Chris, lets torture her!”

I looked at him and his smile came back at me. We walked over to her and I started to tickle her feet and Simon started to tickle her neck. She rolled around and squirmed. It was sooooo much fun. She begged through her gag and pleaded with us with her eyes (when they where open). We kept this up for about 40 minutes and then we left her and returned to our game.

We came back and untied her after about an hour. At that time, Simon had to go home but after we untied Sarah, she swore that she would get us both back, not just for tying her up and torturing her but for wasting most of her day having her tied up.

Thanks from me

Keep them coming, and keep fighting the good fight of ...hmmm....getting tied up??? That don't sound right, but sure sounds fun.

I think it depends, really. If you feel like you NEED to tell someone, I'd suggest a good friend. Sometimes you can sort of egg out if a person is interested in that sort of thing. How? Well, you can get a movie with a tie-up scene and watch it with them, then gauge their reaction. People with that particular interest usually become noticeable nervous when the scene comes up, or they try to avoid looking at it.

Even if you can't find a friend with that particular interest, a very good friend will be able to understand (something I've certainly learned). So, just sit them down and tell them--in whatever way you wish--and you'll have that out of your system. Heck, you could even joke a bit about it. Truth be told, unless the person is a real prude, you'll probably be able to tell them without much incident.

Now, if you are actually worried that there may be something wrong with you (as your post intones), then say no further. According to a Kinsey Institute study (of which the institute is devoted entirely to sexual activities and statistics), 90% of people had some sort of "restraint" fantasy. Either being held and/or tied down, or the one doing the holding/tying. Besides, look around the board, through the archives. Hardly a lonesome place.

So, buck up! You'll be fine.

So, by the time I was 16 I was friends with her. We hung out and got high together. We were always trying to score weed from one another so we were always at each others windows, it's kinda cool to live in a neighborhood like that, especially when it's Jessica at the window looking for something she so desparatly wants (winks). I had gotten in trouble one night and was arrested for public intoxication while being a minor, curfue, and some other shit. First juvinal misdermenor offense, so they just slap my hand and call my mom to pick me up. The next day she came over and I told her what happened. She was real non-attentive and pretty much just wanted to get high at my house and go watch stolen cable at hers (yes, we were white trash at it's finest-i've reformed). I had a mark on my wrist from where I was handcuffed and she mentioned it looked like they were dicks. I said, no, I think I was kind of a dick, I was drunk. She laughed and got up to leave but for some reason my hard on was harder than usual and I asked her to stay a minute longer. She agreed...

I bullshitted for a minute but really didnt waste any time. I had two strips of rope under my bed, I took them out and asked her if I could tie her up. She got a huge smile on her face and said ju571n, why do you want to tie me up? I said I'll tell you when you are older, ha ha, I'm so funny, god damn I was really hard at this point and really wanted her to say yes. I told her I just really wanted to tie her up, and she just gave in and said: ok, but if you do anything to me I'll have you killed. K. So she put her hands out in front of her first and I tied them what I thought was tight. She slipped free in less than a minute. Very humiliating. So I said put you hands behind your back and she looked kind of turned on by my forcefulness, pinning her arms myself. I tied her good this time and then took the other strip and laid her on her stomach. I then tied her feet together, I made sure the rope tightened on her sock and ankle, not her pants. She was wearing a tanktop and tight jeans with white socks and tennis shoes. Just thought I'd throw that in, you see, this wouldnt be the last time this would happen, and she came over half nakid more than once. I had very good times with her. Anyway, back to her first experiance, there she is, laying on her stomach with her hands and feet tied. She was smiling and struggling. She was so beautiful, it was a very kinky moment. She was 14, so she may not have understood what exactly was going on but I know she felt something. I took out a red hankerchief and told her I wanted to gag her. she didnt like that, but what could she do. I said I would take it right out. I did, because my mother walked in 2 minutes later, try and explain this one...

Luckly, my mom didnt question it. I'm sure she just thinks I'm wacked and headed for the nut house any day. oh wellz...I will be back with Jessica part 2 soon.
 

So the next few times she came over, she would mention our experiance often. Every move I made was questioned with "What are you doing, are you gonna tie me up again?"...dont tempt me. She was really asking for it as far as I was concerned, but I still decided to do it when I deamed the time was right, and the time would be right when all distractions and disturbances were gone or asleep.

The next time I tied her, she had come over wearing some red jean shorts, a tank top and tennis shoes with white socks. She was showing off her legs, freshly shaved, and being a flirt. It was about 10:30p and we were alone so I brought out the rope and smiled. She was like "youre so weird" I was like whatever, you know the drill, put your hands behind your back. I crossed her wrists and tied her up real good, then I kneeled down to tie her feet. She resisted and said she didnt want me to tie her legs or feet, I dont know why, I didnt comply so who cares anyway? I tied her ankles tightly and began fondling her legs. She said she had just shaved, I said yeah I can tell and gave a gentle nibble to her calf. She squealed and laughed when I did that, she said that was unexpected. I told her I wanted her bad, thats when she stopped the game and made me untie her. I was trying to take off her shoes when I said this and she was starting to feel uncomfortable. So I untied her slowly and let her go, I told her to come back the next day but she never did.

So, time passes and she is coming over regularly again. During the summer it gets up to 115 degrees so keeping cool takes effort if you dont have air conditioning. Watergun fights were popular on my street and she would always be there with her super soaker 94763(c) Matel or some shit. The game somehow (ahem) lead us back to my garage with her alone. I put her hands behind her and told her she was my prisoner of war,she said uh oh, now you have to tie me up, torture and rape me. RAPE me. The exact words out of her mouth. Boy, was I into this, but when I sat her down to begin the interrogation, the only thing to tie her with that I could find was twine, and I really didnt want to hurt her, so I said we have to do this another time. She actually looked disappointed. 

A while later, a friend of mine came over. He was popular with girls, and especially with Jessica. She liked me like a friend/part time mess around- while she would nail and marry him. He knew my sick little mind and he decided to help me out the next time she came over. Well, it didnt take long for her radar to lock in on my friends signal, she was there like 15 minutes after he got there. She was wearing a night shirt and presumably underwear. She REALLY liked this dude. No jealousy on my part, I would be a fool to whine while this golden oppertunity was staring me in the face. So while they are flirting I am gathering rope. She is hitting him playfully so I say looks like...(come on, sing along people)...we are going to have to tie you up! This brought us all joy, but I must have been a little to turned on by her attire (or lack there of) and I fumbled tying her hands. She escaped again and I felt like a retard...but never fear. MY GOD-LIKE FRIEND, JESUS REINCARNATED, TOOK CONTROL. He began tying her hands and the look on her face was priceless. She must have been wet enought to take on both of us, our high school football team and the rest of the block. Did I mention that SHE REALLY LIKED MY FRIEND? Anyway, she was totally into this, he finished tying her hands and wrapped the rope around her arms and chest, which is something I normally dont do, but hey, fuck it, it was bringing her already massive tits out more and I was NOT complaining. Then, to my dismay, he stopped. He didnt tie her feet. Her bare feet. This was why I was so hyped for this in the first place. 

Some are gag snobs, I am a tie-her-ankles-especially-if-she-is-barefoot snob so this just wouldnt do. I scrambled for something else to tie those lovely feet with, and found the original strips I used the first time on her. I took a strip and started tying her bare lower ankles, very tight and she whined a little. I said well thats the price you pay to be his prisoner. We watched her struggle for a while and took turns molesting her a little. She was letting me get away with murder because of him. I then got up, took my friend aside and said I'll leave. Fuck washing the sheets I'll just throw them away. I left them to do *whatever* as I was satisfied. I really wish I had a poloroid for these moments.

The last time I ever tied her up, was strange. SHE instigated it. She got the rope out from under my bed and she asked me to tie her up. I was pleasantly surprised. I had a bunch of friends over, including one guy who really liked her. She was wearing a baby tee shirt and some short gym shorts with low top tennis shoes with no socks. She looked very hot, was all made up, just gotten out of school. I tied her hands and "accidently" ran my fingers down her hips and theighs, she didnt seem to mind. She then kicked her feet up and said dont forget my legs, oh how could I ever...

So I tied her up and she struggled and all the guys messed with her. She even hopped around for us. That was a good grand finale but she pales in comparesent to my next story subject. After awhile we got a boyfriend and I just started to seriously concentrate on work. At about that time, the friend I mentioned earlier, the one Jessica liked, had gotten hooked up with some girl I hadnt met, she needed a place to stay...hmmm?

On the next Bond-aldo!
 

I went through the archives and read a few, but are there any others?

Awesome story Ju571n. She even hopped around for you? Cool - did you ever wrap rope around her torso and such? Did the guys like the fact that she was tied up (even though I imagine they weren't into it themselves)?

Though I prefer "innocent" stories, I thought yours were cute. Looking forward to the next!

My brother got up first and my parents had left out donuts and chocolate milk for us, but when I woke up he had eaten all the donuts and most of the chocolate milk and he's like "Oh... I thought you already had some." 
And I'm sure he knew that wasn't possible since I had just gotten up, but anyway I just let it go because there are wrose things he could do.

Then later I called up my buddy to come over and play the PlayStation 2, but when I went in there (this was before my friend had come) he was already playing, and he had definitely been in the room (and heard me) asking my buddy to come over before he went to play it. So I asked him to let me play when he 'died' in the game, and he said he would... alright, fair enough. I leave and come back in 5 minutes--by this time my friend was to be over in about 15 minutes; and I can see he's lost a few times, but he kept denying it. I made a swipe for the control but he pulled it away...
"Screw off!"
And by this point I was getting a little pissed, because, really, it's not like he couldn't play it any other time (I hadn't played it in weeks); so I make another swipe for the controller, and this time I grab it away from him (and I'm a lot bigger than him). He kept trying to swipe it away and he wouldn't shut up about it and let me play, and my buddy was due to arrive in 10 or so minutes. Seeing as my parents were away and how annoying he was being, I figured this was the perfect opportunity to tie him up and get him out of my buddy and mine's way for a while. I still had the rest of the weekend after that to put up with him.

So I put down the controller, and he thought he had won, but instead, when I stood up, I grabbed both of his upper arms from behind. He struggled and yelled a little bit, but I'd done this before (it was the tying up part that was new). I pushed him up the stairs--he stepped along with me, but only to prevent being pushed right over. When we got to the top of the stairs I forced him into the den, which had the large craft closet in it. I pushed him into one of the wooden chairs, and pushed him into a seated position--keeping my hand firmly on his shoulder, I quickly pulled out the supplies I'd need from the craft closet (which was right next to the chair). Surprisingly, during this time he wasn't fighting that much... just sort of absent-mindedly, as though he was curious about what I was going to do.

I grabbed the supplies--some duct tape and some thin cord. Now he was starting to realize what was going to happen, so he struggled like crazy, springing from the chair. I dropped everything at my feet and pushed him back down as he flailed. I grabbed the rope at my feet and pulled his hands to the back of the chair, holding them together with one hand as I wrapped it around his wrists with the other hand. When I finished, I knotted it tightly. I realized he might make a break for the door, so I rushed over to close it--I knew with his hands tied behind him it would be hard for him to open the door and escape.

He got up and tried to run, but there was nowhere to go, so, again, I pushed him back into the chair, this time applying pressure to his shoulder with one hand while wrapping some yellow rope around his upper body, tying him to the chair. He yelled at me, asking what the hell I was doing and such, but by this point he could say whatever he wanted--I had complete control. I put my hand over his mouth, but when he opened his mouth to yell again his teeth hit my hand--though it didn't really hurt. I let go of his mouth to get a more permanent solution.

I grabbed the duct tape, and started unrolling a strip. I attached the end of the roll to his cheek, and waited for a brief moment when he shut his mouth and quickly rolled it across his mouth far to the other side of his face. Surprisngly, it didn't seem to be coming off (I thought I may have to wrap it around his head, but I didn't want to have to do that because of his hair)--just to be safe I tore off several long strips of duct tape and placed them over the same spot, and above and lower until he was effectively gagged. All he could do was shake the chair and yell muffled obscenities at me.

I decided to go the whole 9-yards while I was at it, so I tied his legs in two places as well--at the ankles and below the knees. The timing was good too, because as I did this my brother thought to kick me... little good it did in that state. 

I admired my handiwork for a minute or two, then the doorbell rang, so I ran downstairs to answer it. It was my buddy... I knew we'd have as long as we want doing whatever without being bothered, but I wanted to take some pictures first to remember this moment, so I took my buddy upstairs and took a few pictures of my brother with my digital camera... my friend thought it was hilarious--my brother, not so much.

After I took a few pics, me and my buddy went downstairs; leaving my brother tied up and gagged upstairs. And that's where he remained (much to his dismay) for the next hour or so (I went to check on him a few times throughout). Then I decided to tell him my buddy and I were heading out for a few hours (we weren't really), and I put a blindfold on him. I only did this to see how he'd react when he thought we were gone--he freaked out big time, making loud noises in to the gag, and darting his head around randomly as though trying to see something.

I took it off after a few minutes, so as not to be too mean. Then I took the tape off his mouth. At first he just kind of sat there... breathing really heavy and stuff (of course), and looking around. Probably really surprised that I did this, and wondering how he was going to get out of it all. I expected him to start freaking out at me, but instead he was really calm and acted like he felt defeated.

"Am I gonna get untied soon?" he asked us.
"Maybe in a little bit... are you gonna be a little ass like before if I let you go?"
"No. I'll leave you alone and whatever"

Well, it was basically something to that effect, so I figured alright... he's probably learned his lesson, son I untied his upper body from the chair, but I kept his feet and hands tied. Then I got my buddy to lift his legs and I took his arms and we carried him to his bedroom. He didn't struggle at all... I guess he figured we were going to untie him there.

When we got there, we layed him on his bed, and I quickly ran back to the craft closet to grab a pair of scissors. I came back in to the room and put the scissors down on the cabinet--on the far end away from the bed. I took two more pictures and then I told him he can try and untie himself if he wants to be untied, and I made sure he saw the scissors. I thought this would be the best way to do it. I knew he was going to protest, so I opened his cabinet drawer and grabbed a sock, which I shoved in his mouth followd by strips of duct tape over it to seal it in.

"We'll see you downstairs, Max..." I said.

And then my buddy and I headed downstairs, leaving my brother to try and free himself--it only took him about 10 minutes, and when he came downstairs he pretty much steered clear of me. And he was very nice the whole rest of the weekend. 

When my parents came home, I don't think he said anything to them about it... or if he did, they never confronted me about it. Maybe he's afraid of what I will do if he says anything ;)

>Cool - did you ever wrap rope around her torso and such?

I didnt. My best friend did that, the time before she hopped for us. The guy she had a crush on happened to be my best friend, I fumbled tying her up so he did it, because he is God. Seriously, him doing that rocked, plus I got to tie her feet myself in the end.

>Did the guys like the fact that she was tied up (even though I imagine they weren't into it themselves)? 

Yeah, I know they did, and I wouldnt be surprised if a couple of them arent into that. Another friend of mine was over with his girlfriend one day and he started trying to tie her up. She wasnt into it, and she looked at me with disgust and said "so...this is YOUR game, hunh?"
I've influenced a couple of them to try it at least, I know that. If they get off on it like I do? - I doubt it. This has been something I have felt since childhood. I have a female cousin who is 6 days older than me (we're both 24) who I grew up with that is the same way. We have almost identical fetishes. 
 

>Though I prefer "innocent" stories, I thought yours were cute. 

Yeah, my stories are mostly sexually motivated, even if there is no sex involved. I do have innocent stories, my cousin obviously, and another girl I grew up tying up. Maybe I'll post those later on. 
 

>Looking forward to the next!

Thanks! The next is below.

So I tied her up and she struggled and all the guys messed with her. She even hopped around for us. That was a good grand finale but she pales in comparesent to my next story subject. After awhile JESSICA got a boyfriend and I just started to seriously concentrate on work. At about that time, the friend I mentioned earlier, the one Jessica liked, had gotten hooked up with some girl I hadnt met, she needed a place to stay...hmmm?

On the next Bond-aldo!

Edit: Sorry, I'm anal like that. Moving right along...
 
 
 
 

Where was I...
Oh yes, my best friend hooks up with some raver chick. She will be the subject of the last story.They were going out and getting to know one another while I went off doing my own thing. I did meet her at pretty much the same time he did. The period between Jessica and my best friends girl is pretty brief, especially compared to Jessica's, that spanned over 4 years! I think I forgot that my best friend had been Missing around my way, no one had seen him for about a month and I would recieve a call every once in a while. , Heh, mostly just to say "Hey, whats up? Cool. Me? I'm getting laid.". Fucker. Some fuckin' dudes dont even have to TRY. (Sexual frustration) This is the same guy my neighbor, Jessica, loved to death. 

At this time I was trying to get with some girl I met at work. She was 17, Mexican, Long black hair, big dough brown eyes, and a body that made Salma Hayek look fat. 

So I almost forgot about the other Jessica. I dont know HOW the hell that happened. She was really hot. We just didnt play long. We will call her Jessica2. This Mexican girl I was refering to, her name was also Jessica. I will use real names as long as I feel they do not threaten anyone. I blame my forgetting her on years of drug abuse. 
Remember kids-Just say no!
Anyway...

Me and her had an interesting time together, not much of interest for this guestbook, but there was some "things" you might enjoy reading about. You see, Jessica2 was a "tough" girl, very confrontational. Tying her up? Yeah right, I thought. Boy did I want to, though. She had THE nicest ass, and long perfectly shaped legs. I only got to see her feet once, very nice. Perfect large c cup titties and a pretty face to match. She was beautiful, feisty, and a slave to me and my drug hookups (heh heh). She started coming over and watching Anime with me every night after work. We would sit around, sometimes with others around and smoke out and just BS the night away. She was a VERY slow mover, she wasnt down for anything, not even making out. She wouldnt let me touch her, fucking catholics. Anyway,...

She always came in my house, sat down and took off her shoes right away. I loved that, to bad she always had on socks. I should've told her to take them off to, I would keep her feet warm (winks) but socked feet are great to, just not my favorite. So she is stretching out those long legs of hers and for some reason bondage was brought up. BTW, I NEVER bring up shit like that, although I was definitly the kinkiest in the room, I am also self conscious about it. My ears perked right up though, because hearing other discuss it, especially pretty girls I'm trying to FUCK, I become less self conscious and more interested. I might even go overboard and make a suggestion that I or we should tie up said pretty girl, heh. They were talking porno, another girl friend of mine was there, Andrea-she is definitly a freak-was talking about watching midgets, gay porn, and bondage porn. She said the only one she could see people get off on was the bondage, because it dealt with so many toys and it seemed to make the girl out to be a piece of meat. She said she liked sex that way, Jessica said she had watched some Bondage porn once at some guys house (hmmm, wonder what he thought of when he saw you?) and she just thought it was funny. She said we white people do some wierd, crazy shit to get off. I said, yeah, because lord knows that latin folks HAVE NEVER BEEN KINKY, NO SIR (please note obvious sarcasm), then I said it was like she was trying to hide something. Pot.Kettle.Black. You have probably been tied up, whipped, and kept in a box overnight and LIKED it. She was amused by this, but said no, She would NEVER let anyone tie her up. OK...

You know, this girl, if her head was on straight would be the perfect fuck-buddy. I would get her a loin cloth and re-write "Pocohontas" to my standard. She would make a hot little Indian princess in peril, and the great white hunter wouldnt "ask" her to join him. He would take her prisoner, of course. Have to tie those hands and lead her into the bedroom...oops. Sorry, got a little carried away in a day dream there...

So after the "no one would tie her up" comment. I was on the hunt. I had to tie her up, even if she wasnt letting me. I'm sure I could convince her not to call the cops after I untie her and kiss her ass for 45 minutes. Plus she is fully clothed, surrounded by people who know I wouldnt hurt her and people who would become violent and unreasonable if their friend and connection had to go stay at the sausage factory (see Jail, County). For some reason though, I wanted it to be private, so I didnt do it that night. The very next night however, I was taking a friend of hers home when she said to her "we'll tie your hands and FEET and throw you in the ditch to the bums". Wow, erection city. I wasnt thinking about tying up her friend though, that would have been an alright bonus I guess. So we drop her off and head back to my place to watch "Ninja Scroll". This movie have a bondage seen, very Japanese - the woman is standing on one leg, the other is tied to a beam and the other end binds her hands behind her. The demon then walks up and "places a spell" on her, of course in Japanese animation that means licking you index and middle fingers and sticking them in the bound womans exposed vagina. Those crazy Japs, gotta love'em.

She liked this, allot. She giggled, andthen rewound it to see it again. I was like "this happens NOW". I told her all the comment she made about tying up her friend, tying other people up, watching people get tied up, that one might thinK she was into "this stuff". She at first said no...but then said it did "kinda interest" her. So I asked her str8 out, let me tie you up, to see if you like it. She's like "what"? I said yeah, let me tie your hands and feet, to see if it turns you on. I KNOW i'll like it. "How do you know?" uh, because I like to see pretty girls tied up, I think most guys do. She is curious now, but at first says no. I still dont trust you that much, blah blah blah (I could actually hear my heart breaking at this moment, I quit paying attention to her.) So, I said I will untie you right away if you feel uncomfortable. She says how can she know if I'm telling the truth? I said I dont know, just trust me. That lame ass line worked. Unlike my lovely neighbor, Jessica2 was stiff. She didnt like giving up control. Putting her hands behind her was a struggle. She was looking a little paranoid so I caressed her shoulders gently. This gave her a pouty expression - Perfect. Gold. I was all like: 0MGPIXPLZ!!!1 

She was wearing some gym shorts so her legs were exposed. I had to touch them to tie her ankles. Ok, maybe I didnt have to, maybe I couldnt resist. I asked if I could take her socks off but she was against that idea, "why would you want to look at my feet for?". I cant explain that one either. It wasnt happening, ankle high socks do just fine. So I tied her feet together and sat back for a moment looking at my prize. She was amused at first, testing the ropes and testing herself. She got a cheesy smile at one point and said "So is this what you want, me to struggle?" Something like that. I told her if she wasnt suck a fucking prude, at this point I would be working her shirt over her tits and pinching her nipples. Then, I would take those socks off and nibble on your toes. Running my tounge up your leg and at the same time running your shorts down your ass. She was all like, OK - Take me home. Oh well. We hung out for a few more weeks but I couldnt stop trying to fuck her, so she started bringing other people around when she came over, sometimes DUDES. Fuck that, I quit calling her.

So now we can get to...
You know what, i'm sick of saying "my best friend". I will just use the "l33t" language when I refer to them. 
For those who may not know:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A787917

I will only use it in place of names. 44r0n is my best friend, n33ly is his girlfriend. But we wont have to worry about that until next time...

Yesterday i went to a club with my cousin , the party was dead , so we sat down in the chilout section ,i said to her nice party huh , she says no ,so i say yes and she says no again and this went on back and forth , so finally i said the last one who says no or yes wil win this dumbgame , so i said yes and quikly clamped my hand over mouth , we sat like that 4 a minute ,my palm feeling her warm breath and her warm lips and my thum leaning against her nose she started to laugh so i increased pressure and after a minute this great experience was all over..

I have this hom fetisch from way back ,and its getting out of control, so far from the 6 girls who i see a lot , 4 have been handgagged by me one time or a nother,2 of them have boyfriends (friends of mine) , and it isnt easy to find a excuse to handgag somebody everything must be just right..
Anyways my question to the ladies in here , have u ever heard of hom? , have u ever been homed? would u mind if somebody handgagged u? im asking these questions because i want to tell my girlfriend about my fetisch , and i want to know how people think about it , first reaction ...

During the previous stories, I mentioned that 44r0n was seeing some girl I had never met. Then in another I said I HAD met her, but I think that is wrong to. The night I met her is certainly the LAST night I hung out with Jessica2, because I met her through 44r0n going to a Rave. 44r0n got us in free because he was DJing,and she was a raver so of course we just happened to meet on this night. Jessica2 went with, then ditched us once there. I used that as an excuse to quit talking to her, although I really didnt care. The fact is after she ditched us, 44ron, his girl n33ly, and I had a really good time. We brought 2 other friends along as well and they were acting crazy, one dude knocked over some plant and then some guy on the couch picked it up and started saying "help me, help me.."....it was hilarious...guess you had to be there...on acid. So we go back to my place and they spend the night. It was like being little kids again because we stayed up all night bullshitting, and I got to know n33ly pretty quickly. I right away saw why he liked her, she was very sweet. Not the type of girl to instantly turn heads but she was hot. She just didnt show it off. At 19, she still dressed like she was in high school, those atrociously baggy pants that the taggers and skaters used to wear, and a t shirt that was 5 times to big as well. I cant lie, I wore some stupid shit to. At this point in my life, I was 20. I had a real job that of course had a strict dress code. I hated it at first, but I grew to love it. My job know does not require such attire, but I wear it anyway. The owner thinks its funny because he comes in wearing shorts and a t shirt and I will be there sporting my Polo and Tommy Hillfig making about $170,000 less a year. So now i'm a snob, meh...

The night she stayed over is, as any night where a new girl stays in your house, the night you *really* get to check her out. You find out everything. Whether she is ticklish, whether she has cute feet, what she wears to bed, or more importantly, what she dosen't wear to bed. I found out this:
Cute feet - check
ticklish - check
what she wears to bed - just a t shirt
what she dosent wear to bed - never got that far, but sources say panties. YAY!

Now 44r0n, I let you tie up my neighbor, does that mean I get to tie up your girlfriend? "If she gets out of line, you know what to do." Ha, the joy, the joy...
OK, n33ly - Half Korean half Swedish...yeah, no shit. How the hell did that happen? I'm just glad it did, because GODDAMN! Anyway, she has brown hair with blonde streaks, she is taller than me, which isnt saying anything because I'm 5'9. I would guess her at 5'10, 5'11. Medium, petite breasts, b cups, definitley b cups. Nice, but she rarely showed them off. She did wear shorts, and not the baggy shorts, but actual "hey, I'm a girl with a nice ass" shorts. SHe even wore sandels with those, now she officially looked beautiful. 

So, I was slaveing my life away with 12-14 hours a day, trying to make 2 hour deadlines set on my desk during lunch. So I would come back 45 minutes after deadline started and would only have 1 hour 15 minutes to complete some un godly task. This is when the ulcer started to kick in. I started getting sick and going to the doctor. The doctor, being the caring individual that he was said heres drugs, get out. So at this point I was pretty zoned, LEGALLY for once. YAY. I was generous to, handing them out to n33ly and 44r0n, this of course streingthened our unity once more, and possibly almost killed us. Whatever. This started a trend with EVERYONE I knew, they all went to the doctor playing sick and getting Pain meds. At the end of the day, we had like half a pharmacy. Then we met a nurse who had access to blister packs...oh god. Our unhealthy choices had its affects, of course. One of which was her being kicked out of where she was staying. The guy whos name was on the lease took her stash and when she confronted him, in a raging fit of whore, I assume, he kicked her out. 

(Raging fit of whore - The level of rage from a "denied" or ripped off pill junkie.) 

Now she's homeless, I'm working half ass at a job that will cut your balls off if you "misrepresent" a quota sheet or status report. Research companies are paid by radio stations to survey the public and so forth. If the sheet is fucked up on the date they need it, the company could have to redeem the money paid or face a lawsuit. So, me working there while living in the land of the raining Oxycodone, was putting alot at risk. I held on, i never fucked up, then she asked the question any horney 20 year old would approve. Can I move in with you? Now this, would take my mind COMPLETELY off work, great. "Sure, when do you want to move in?" Heh, I'm smart...cough.
 

Of course when it came to moving her in, I worked like a champ. No mind blockage there, it must have been a miracle. Within the first week, I could tell I would be tying her up. As much as possible. I stumbled across one of her collers on the floor...coller? Yes, a black leather half metel studded coller, with guess what, the word "submissive" written across the front. God damn you 44r0n. Oh, she would pay for being so tempting, she would be hogtied and get a good toe sucking. Then I would tickle her till she peed. Oh yeah, she has a boyfriend, oh yeah that guy is my best friend too. Fuck. Well, I could still tie her up. I will defend that right on any girl till the day I die. 44r0n still lived with his Mom, in a section 8 apartment. So she couldnt stay there. 44r0n trusted me, and I never did break that trust. I did, however fall for his girlfriend. I never told anyone, but she knew. I was very protective of her, gave her rides everywhere. I quit seeing any other girls and quit trying to date and just basicly hung out with her and 44r0n. She would wake me up every day by running her fingers through my hair and whispering in my ear "time to get up, sleepyhead". Little things like that start to get you after a while. 44r0n was busy trying to get a job so he could get a place with her, plus he was djing parties and raves still on the regular. His job searching was lackluster so she had to get a little bitchy, and he was all like GOD, WHAT THE FUCK? ME WORK? Yeah, we ALL do that when we first have to get a job, but he was 19 and should have been working since at least 16 or 17. Shit I started working at 15 and my Mom was all like "pussy, I been plowing them fields since 1907" or some shit, so whatever. I'm not trying to talk bad, but he did need to concentrate more on making a living rather than DJing parties and raves that the DEA, FBI, KGB, KAOS agents from "Get Smart" and whatever other Goverment agency out there that exploits the drug trade for it's interest,(0MG!CONSPIRACY THEOR##Z d00d!!1)was watching and waiting to bust everyone there...Get a real job, Pretty please, with sugar on top, no even better, with n33ly nakid on top, get a fuckin job. It was for his own good.

So he really gets busy, she has her job and I have mine. She got off at around 10:30 or 11:00 pm, but I could be there till 1:00am at the latest. I would still go get her, take her back to my apartment, then go back and finish work. So obvious, I even tried to deny it for a while, but a friend was all like "Man, your all whooped on someone elses girlfriend! Lame! LOLYOUGETNOPUSSYEVAAHHH!!!" 
Asshole. The truth smarted, and she was very...OPEN about touching and hugging. She would put her feet on me, which I'm sure she thought did no harm, but thats one of thoses, things I love when a pretty girl does. We would flirt and fight and wrestle and I would threaten to tie her up...wait. BOINGG! Sorry, she would just look at me and say "you're mean." That turned me the fuck on. One time I motioned towards her with rope and she cringed and said "no, please." She was the PERFECT damsel in distress, I always told her I would get her, and she always said something really submissive and sexy. I asked 44r0n if he had ever tied her up, and he said she wanted him to, BUT HE DIDNT! Why the fuck not? Thats your thing, not mine. No, dickhead, it's HER thing, too! Then he said it, the thing that started giving me a lack of respect for him, "Then you fuck her". 

There are just SOO many things wrong with that statement. First off, I've given that fuck a roof before, I'm letting his supposed girlfriend stay with me at the time FREE. He has never disrespected ANYONE like that, let alone 2 people he was close to. I think he may have been weary of letting this go down. 
I should have said, ok, dumbass, I will. I didnt, because SHE really loved him. Turns out, he was indifferent towards her. He didnt care either way, she was just a fuck to him at this point, and a roommate. He said he didnt love her that much, all this other stupid shit. I told him he was a dumbass, and he said, meh... and I said I wont tell her you said this, because I know youre probably fighting right now or something. He said, yeah, and thats why. I left it at that. When I got home, she was all teary eyed and quiet...and barefoot. Yum. I suck, whatcha' gonna do? She tells me her side and it comes down to he got a job and quit the first day, some stupid shit. We get fucked up talking about this and that. Getting close to her was so easy, but sometimes you can only get so close. We actually slept together that night, SLEPT, no sex. I woke up to find our legs tangled together and her butt pressed right up against my crotch. It was the largest piece of morning wood I've ever experienced. Her toes would brush up against my legs, they were soft. I just layed there for a minute, enjoying the moment, even though nothing happened. Then I got up carefully and quickly and promptly went to my room and ahem..."released some pinned up tension" for a couple of hours, that was followed by a nap. She woke me up about an hour later to tell me she wasnt going to work today, because she overslept by 2 hours and I forgot too because I didnt wake her up. Yeah, I had other things on my mind dammit. So we sat around all day continuing our conversation from last night, but on a much lighter note. She was feeling better and was being really cute. 44r0n's words kept dancing in my head, but I ignored them for the most part. 

Then it happened, she became playful. Playful to her is trying to poke you into submission or "slapboxing/kicking". I always knew this was the side of her that BEGGED to be dominated, by anyone. Not even in a sexual way either, although I'm sure she likes that to, this was something she begged for quite often. I told her that I was going to have to tie her up, she told me "no, please, dont." I was all, thats not working this time. She seemed surprised when I took the nylon cord from my closet and started approaching her slowly, stalking with an evil minded look no doubt. She ran, she played submissive all the way! I chased her around my small apartment and of course she allowed herself to be caught. I took her down on the couch and pinned her hands behind her. At this time, she is still dressed in her sleeping shirt, she is barefoot and HOT. I got a panty peek, I wish I could have gagged her with them...mmm.

Tying her hands was easy, she didnt struggle much and her arms behind her made her small tits perk out a little more. While tying her hands, she said my all time favorite damsel line "What are you going to do to me?" I told her I was going to take pictures and post them on the internet, and then sell her to Mexicans. She thought that was funny, we practice a morbid humor where I am from, people. She also played along with it, fighting me when I said that and twisting and turning, but it was no use. I had her, but not here...

I wanted to make this last forever. Her shirt was really short, so it kept bouncing up and down revealing her panties. She was aware of this, and didnt seem to mind. She caught me looking more than once and flat out asked me "are you enjoying yourself?". I replied, "How could I not?". I walked her into my room. I was having a hard time deciding what to do, I wanted to do so many things but knew I could probably only get away with 1. I layed her down on her stomach and her shirt was raised up completely exposing her ass. It was a great sight. I asked her , Uh...Do you want me to cover you up a little more? She said "please" so the shirl went back over her ass as she gave me a red faced, thank you. Youre really nice, to you know, like not totally sodomize me right there. Yeah, I'm a saint-God forbid people dont forget to rape and hurt people...Plus, arent you my best friends girlfriend? I guess I can quit saying that now, you know where that went, I'm sure. I pin her ankles together and she looked perfect, her feet were beautiful, her ankles were made for rope, so slender, so sweet. I tied her ankles tightly together, then promptly got up and sat down in a chair to watch my captive struggle. She looked at me and smiled, "are you done?". No, you are my prisoner, you will stay like this until you reach 25 years of age...or whenever you have to go to work next. She said "no, no! You CAN hold me hostage from work! As a matter of fact, PLEASE keep me from work! Oh she was the best, by far. I told her we should really send them a picture of her tied up, she said her boss would love that. Old perv...

So she rolls around, falls off the bed, I pick her up and put her in the chair I was sitting in. Then I sat on the bed and propped her feet up on my lap. They got molested, I kept giving her hard looks and grinning evily, and pullin on her toes. Telling her I was going to torture her toes, and a bunch of other shit that turned me on and made her grin. She told me to untie her, she said she was "liking this to much". She was faithful. It didnt damage our relationship at all, as a matter of fact we became closer. She wanted 44r0n more than anything so I let them settle their differences and even mediated. Last I heard they were still together 3 years later. So I guess he really did love her. Whatever. 1 more thing to feel guilty about I guess is that no matter how close we were, me and 44r0n that is, that one girl comes out of nowhere and bam it's over. I just couldnt take not having her, so I quit coming around. Then I quit my Job. Best choice I ever made... 

It was a few years ago i was about 11 or 12 my little sister was like 7 or 8 and it was summer (im 15 now) and it was a weeknight my mom had gone to sleep and so i could watch star wars i slept in my sisters room on this fold out chair, little did i know i was in for big trouble. I fell asleep (im the hardest sleep youll ever meet) in my whitey tighteys and what i assume happened was this,
my sister put a multicolored dress on me (it was kind of a slip on thing) and then tied my hands together behind my back and my feet together. I then woke up and said "what are you doing!!!" she just smiled and said "shhh". 

As i started to yell MOM!!! my sister pulled out a hankerchief and placed it across my mouth and tied it behind my head it was tight so i couldnt get it off.
She said "well now you name is Jane" and gave an evil smile and laughed. I gave a horrified look as she pulled out pink glittering nail polish and held me down and painted my nails and toenails. She then looked at me and said "your so pretty!!" I glared at her and made a mphhhhh sound which made her laugh. She then just sat there a while watching star wars laughing at me as i glared at her. She said "Jane you are so cute!" I tried to protest but only made "mphhhh mphhhhhh mphhhh!!!!!!!" She said "ok how about this!" I stared at her fearing what she was going to do as she started dragging me towards the closet, "MPHHHH MPHHHHHHH MPHHHHHHHH!" i tried screaming and shaking my head no as she laughed at me saying " o u dont want to go in there?"
I nodded yes. She said "ok then lets show mom my new creation!" I screamed "mppphhhhh mphhhhh mphhhhh!" She just laughed at me as she dragged me to my mothers room. She then woke her up and said "look at my new creation!"

My mom thought it was funny as i sat there squirming "mphhhhhhhh mphhhhhhh mphhhhh mphhhhhh!!!" My mom told her to untie me and go to bed i thought thank god my ordeal is over and it was, that is the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. So even as scary as it was i enjoyed the being tyed up part just not the other part about becoming jane for a night.

Tara and I went to the same Catholic High School, and as Catholic School students, we were kind of disciplined to be somewhat prudish and very chaste. We kissed a lot and did a lot of “above the clothes” groping, but never did anything else. I never saw her with her clothes off – heck, the only thing Tara ever took off around me were her shoes. But we were playful and that was fine with us.

However, Tara had a kinky side, a bit of that “bad Catholic girl” edge to her. Not crazy – Nicki, who was a sophomore at the public school in town, was a lot wilder – but she had an edge and had this thing for people being tied up. She loved it in the movies and on TV and she and Nicki tied each other up as kids, and when we were going out she was determined to tie me up and “kidnap” me for the day sometime. Finally, I told her the next day we had nothing to do and no parents around, I’d let her tie me up. I had this thing for cheerleaders, and one day at my request she put her cheerleading outfit on all day and we made out and stuff and she kind of fulfilled that fantasy, so I owed her one. Again, none of this was ever any more sexual than kissing.

Tara was slender, about 5”7, with long brown hair and a very pretty face. She was a junior and very popular. I was about 6”2 and played basketball for the school – I was a pretty popular senior and had been dating Tara for a few months. (Later, we broke up that summer and didn’t see much of each other after that). We were certainly a well-known and well-liked couple. Nicki was a little shorter (about 5”3), a little more muscular, sandy-blonde, very well built, and very, very pretty. She was a knockout, actually. A soccer player with a real wild streak. She was also a big-time flirt with me and Tara didn’t mind – these two were very, very tight. As I said, she went to a different high school – the public one – because her parents knew she wouldn’t make it at Catholic School. Nicki was cool, plain and simple, and was never a drag to hang out with,

One spring day Tara and I decided to cut and go to the beach. Actually, I had most of the day off, being close to graduation, so I attended my first class, went home, changed into a pair of long basketball shorts and a t-shirt and sandals, and came back to pick her up. All the girls at this school had to wear a green and white uniform. A white shirt, green blazer, green skirt or green pants, green socks, and leather shoes. I swear Tara must have owned 15 pairs of green knee socks and green argyle knee socks. This day was warm and she had her pants with her blazer and a short-sleeved white blouse under it. The uniform was silly but kind of a turn on. She had green knee socks and brown clogs, too. I picked her up behind the school a little before 10.

The problem was the day was beautiful to start, but clouded fast, and by the time we pulled into her house for her to change, the rain came and it came hard!

“Well, there goes the beach,” I said, sitting in the car.

“Hey, we have the day. Let’s just play inside the house all day!” Tara said. “Nicki’s home – no school today – I bet she’d love to hang with us.” 

“You sure we’ll find something to do?” I asked with a smile.

Tara leaned over and kissed me. “Oh, I’m sure. C’mon!”

We ran in through the rain, and were soaked by the time we got inside. Tara had her blazer on protecting her, so that’s all that got wet. She took it off – she had a short-sleeved white button down shirt on – and kicked off her shoes. I, however, had my t-shirt soaked. I took my shoes off and my shirt. “Can I borrow one of your Dad’s?” I asked.

“Sure – later,” Tara said. “I like you with no shirt on.”

Nicki trotted down the stairs and was surprised to see us. “I KNOW I have the day off, but are you two cutting school today?” she asked jokingly.

“Yeah – you think we can make the beach?” I said, joking also, looking at the downpour.

Nicki sat on the couch and Tara on the floor, “Wow, you’ve got a love a man who walks around with his shirt off in front of ladies. You’re brave, Brad!” Nicki said with a laugh. She was wearing old clothes – a stained white peasant blouse, old green chinos, and ratty white socks with a blue and green argyle pattern.

We talked and joked for a bit – Nicki was psyched to have us for the day – and talked about what we’d do. That’s when Tara stood up, looked at me with a coy smile, and out her hands on her hips.

“Hey! I just realized something! We have nothing to do, and last week I wore that cheerleader costume all day!” Tara said to me, kicking me gently as I sat on the floor, still shirtless.

“Uh, Tara,” I said, nervously, with Nicki there.

“What are you guys talking about?” Nicki asked, very interested.

“We agreed, Brad. You get your fantasy, and I get mine!” Tara said.

Nicki was now on her feet with Tara and very eager. “Oh! Do tell!”

I blushed and just giggled like an idiot.

“You know I want to tie you up and kidnap you! SO let’s go – upstairs! Nicki and I will both do it,” Tara said, pulling me to my feet and pushing me up the stairs. Nicki joined her and I had no choice.

“Tara, you really think today is…”

“Shut up! You’re being kidnapped!” Tara said with a laugh, pushing me to her room, where she had a double bed.

“Hey, my goody two-shoes big sister has a kinky side,” Nicki said. “I’m impressed!”

They pushed me to Tara’s bed and Nicki climbed on behind me and held my shoulders loosely, while Tara went into her dresser and pulled out some ropes, scarves, and shoelackes.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this. Put his hands behind his back, Nicki,” Tara said, moving toward me with the ropes.

Nicki grabbed my hands and pulled them behind me.

“Can’t I at least have that shirt you promised?” I asked.

“Nope! I like you this way!” Tara said. coming beside me and tying my hand behind my back. It was pretty tight.

She and Nicki hopped up and giggled.

“Nick, help me tie some of these laces together – we’ll make a strong rope out of them,” Tara said, and she and Nicki began to do that. I sat there with my hands tied behind my back and as they tied the laces together.

“If I escape, it’s over, right?”

“Sure,” Tara said. “But don’t count on it.”

“Yeah. What makes you think you’ll escape,” Nicki said. “We tied your hands pretty good, and your feet are next. Then it’s in the closet with you while we decide on a ransom!”

Wow, she was into this!

“OH yeah, well catch me if you can!” I yelled and took off running, shirtless with my hands tied.

“Oh, you suck!” Tara shouted, dropping the ropes and chasing after me. “Nick, get the ropes and get him! Hurry!”

My goal was to get to the kitchen to get scissors or a knife, but running with your hands tied behind your back ain’t easy. Tara cut off my path to the kitchen and I headed all the way downstairs, Tara chasing me. Nicki then came running with the ropes in her hand. I managed to avoid them for a second. When she reached the bottom floor, which was wood, Nicki skidded in her socks and fell, stubbing her toe. She yelled out in pain, rubbing her foot, and I came over, concerned. That’s when Tara grabbed me from behind and I was caught.

“My foot!” Nicki said, rubbing it, then getting up and holding the makeshift ropes in front of me. “This is your fault! We’ll make you pay! We’ll make you suffer! Get him upstairs, Tara.”

Nicki and Tara each grabbed me hard by a bare arm and led me upstairs, with Nicki holding the ropes in her free hand. They marched me to Tara’s room again and forced me to the bed.

“What should we do?” Tara asked, pinning me by the shoulders, face up.

“We’ll hogtie him. I’ll tie his feet, then pull his feet to his hands and he’ll be hogtied. Then he has no chance of getting away!” Nicki said, tying my feet and lecturing me while Tara held me down.

“We are just going to have to teach you a lesson, Brad. How dare you think you can escape from us!” Nicki said said, finishing my feet with four long shoelaces, tied together as two. “Maybe we’ll just leave you hogtied all day while we got to a movie. How about that?”

Tara giggled and Nicki finished tying my feet and hopped up. “I’ll be right back,” she said and dashed downstairs while Tara tied my hands to my feet with a long scarf.

Tara looked down at me, now hogtied, and grinned.

“Not so tough now are you?” she said, poking my ribs with her fingers. “Are you?”

“Tara, no…”

“OH that’s right! You’re so ticklish, I forgot,” Tara said, sitting cross legged next to me and tickling my ribs and armpits. “Wait until Nicki finds out how ticklish you are! She’s a lot more cruel than me. Let’s tickle you some more! Hee hee hee.”

I laughed hard and struggled as Tara’s fingers tortured me. Nicki then came running in with a roll of duct tape.

“Awesome! He’s ticklish! Oh, let’s tickle him to death!” Nicki said.

“That’s my plan,” Tara laughed, wiggling her fingers in my bare torso while I panted for mercy. “A whole day of tickle-torture for Brad!”

“But first, let’s gag him!” Nicki said, approaching with the tape. But Tara stopped her.

“No, no gags. That could be dangerous. If we gag him tickle him he won’t be able to breathe,” Tara said.

“Oh come on,” Nicki said, tearing off a piece. “Sure he will. And we won’t have to listen to him scream and beg when we tickle him to death! We hogtied him, now we have to gag him. It’s comes as a set.”

“NO! I mean it,” Tara said, and she stopped tickling me and got to her feet, as I was red-faced and gasping. “I mean it, Nick. That could be dangerous – if we tickle him and he’s gagged, he could suffocate. No! Tying him up and tickling him is enough.”

I knew Tara was dead wrong here – I wouldn’t suffocate, I knew – but I didn’t want to be gagged, either.

“Listen to your sister, Nicki,” I said, kind of snotty, lying on the bed and finally composed again.

“You shut up!” Nicki said, jumping to the bed and putting her hand over my mouth.

“Nicki, I’m serious!” Tara said. “Take your hand off his mouth! Do it or I’ll untie him right now!”

Nicki argued a bit more, and then stopped and took her hand off my mouth, first giving me a hard pinch to the side that hurt like hell. Tara thanked her and they got their attention back to me.

“Now, where were we?” Tara asked. “I’ll hold him from behind, and you tickle the crap out of him!”

“You got it!” Nicki said, smiling an evil smile and come at me with wiggling fingers. Tara got behind me and wrapped her feet around my waist in a scissors hold, almost kicking me in the crotch with her socked feet. She held my bound arms and I was totally exposed.

“You’re going to pay for being a snot to me,” Nicki said. “I’m going to tickle you until you cry!”

Nicki then attacked my ribs with all he had, tickling me like a lunatic. I screamed and Tara tickled my ribs from behind. This was awful! I was sweating and close to tears.

“Poor baby – he’s so ticklish!” Tara said while Nicki’s torture continued. “Good thing it’s raining – this is way more fun!”

The tickling kept up for several minutes and I was gasping for air and laughing. Nicki had a sadistic look in her eye and she showed no pity.
“If you really want him to cry, tickle the bottoms of his feet!” Tara told Nicki. “I pinned him once and tickled his feet and he almost jumped out of his skin! And he had socks on!”

“PLEASE! STOP! PLEASE! THIS IS TORTURE! OHHHH!”

Tara got off me and they rolled me on my stomach and swung her feet under the hogtie on my back, holding me down. Nicki got up, walked around the bed, and kneeled on the bed at my bound feet, which were sticking up in the air. I begged, but it was worthless.

“Really?” Nicki said. “If his feet are ticklish with socks on, can you imagine how super-ticklish his bare feet are? Let’s see!”

Nicki raked her fingers up and down my soles as my screams became hoarse. She just giggled and didn’t stop.

“Such ticklish feet, Brad! Want me to untie you? Too bad! Never! Let’s tickle these helpless feet some more!” Nicki taunted.

Finally, I felt tears in my eyes and I pleaded with Nicki and Tara.

“OK! OK! PLEASE! OH GOD! NO MORE! DON’T TICKLE ME ANYMORE!”

“Nicki, he’s crying a little! You did it!” Tara said, laughing and wiping my eyes. “Oh, poor little baby!”

“I knew it – I knew I could tickle him to tears!” Nicki gloated. She finally stopped tickling me. “Not so tough now, are you, Brad? You gonna let two girls tie you up and tickle you until you cry? Huh? Huh? That’s right you aaaa-rrrre!”

The two climbed off me while I tried to recover. Then Tara said something awful.

“Oh shit! My math homework! I’ve got to go back to school and get it!” she said.

“Go ahead,” Nicki said. “I’ll keep an eye on our hostage here. We can tickle him some more when you get back.”

Tara got up, went to the closet, and grabbed a pair of duck boots. She sat on the bed next to my bound body and put them on over her green socks.

“Oh, I think we’ve tickled him enough. We can keep him tied up, but no more tickling. Too much torture!” Tara said, kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll take his car and be right back. Nick, can I trust you alone with him? Not to hurt him?”

“Me? Of course,” Nicki said with an innocent smile, sitting at my feet and patting my bound legs. “We’ll talk about basketball. And soccer. We’ll share stories. You know, we’re buds!”

“OK then,” Tara said, touching her fingers to my lips. “I’ll see you in an hour.” It was a half-hour drive to the high school.

“Tara, don’t leave me alone with her!” I yelled as she left, but it was too late. Nicki just gave me an evil laugh.

With that, Tara pulled out of the driveway. Nicki got up from my feet and went to the window to watch her leave. Then she turned to me, arms folded. Her short sleeves showed goosebumps on her arms – she was excited!

“Now, where were we?” Nicki said, walking slowly to where the duct tape was on the floor while I struggled in my hogtie on the bed to see what she was doing. She picked it up and moved toward me, tearing off a piece.

“Hey! Tara said no!” I yelled.

Nicki stuck the tape temporarily on my bare shoulder and cupped my helpless face in her hands.

“Oh yeah? Well, Tara’s not here anymore, and I’ve got you all tied up. So who’s gonna stop me?” she taunted, taking the tape she placed on my shoulder and moving it toward my lips.

“Don’t you dare gag me, you psycho!”

Nicki held the tape in front of my mouth for a moment. “Any more insults and I’ll stuff a dirty sock in your mouth!” she sneered, and then gagged me with the tape. She added another piece and got up to inspect her work.

“My my my, my prisoner is all bound and gagged and ready for more torture. And I’ve got an hour until his protector gets back. You are dead!” Nicki said. I was hogtied on my stomach and she laid down with her sock covered feet at my face, on her side.

“Let’s play ‘This little Piggy,’” she said reaching up to my feet while I screamed into the gag. “See? It’s much easier to torture you with you gagged! None of that screaming.”

And ‘Little Piggy’ is exactly what Nicky did, over and over again, giggling like a little girl while she tickled my feet. Tears were in my eyes when she finally stopped. Nicki rubbed her socks along my face and nose and rubbed the tips of her fingers up my bare stomach and back. She was relentless and I was worn out.

“There there! It’s only tickle-torture,” Nicki said, sitting up and tickling my neck and chin while I just whimpered into the gag. “I think you’ll live. Tara will be home in a few – I guess I should take your gag off, huh?”

I nodded, exhausted, as Nicki stopped tickling me.

“You will not tell her I gagged you, will you? Will you?” Nicki asked, punctuating the question with quick rib tickles. I shook my head over and over.

“Good! This’ll be our little secret!” Nicki giggled, and ripped my gag off. She then got some tissues and dried my tears, and wiped away the tape residue with a wet-nap. We heard Tara pull in and I rolled over, relieved.

“Next time,” Nicki said, standing over me and putting her foot by my head, “I’ll make you lick my toes! If there IS a next time. And there just might be.”

I groaned and Tara walked in and kicked her shoes off and sat with me on the bed. Nicki sat with her.

“What’d you guys do?” Tara asked, patting my head while I looked at her crazy sister.

“Oh, I threatened him a lot, but we just talked. Sports, guys, girls…bondage.” Nicki said.

They both laughed and I just laid there, still bound and helpless. Finally, they undid my hogtie, brought me downstairs, and we watched TV with my hands tied. Some time later, Tara untied my hands. Before she did, she asked…

“Can we do this again?”

“No way!”

“Can we?” she asked again, tickling my ribs a little, teasing.

“OK! Maybe! Maybe! Just untie me, please!”

“Sure thing,” Tara said, untying me and freeing me, as I put my now-dry shirt back on. “Yeah, I think there will be a next time.”

I will get my Scotland story up hopefully this weekend.

I was eleven, and by any measure I guess I could be annoying. Tim was fourteen and I hero-worshipped him. Actually we were usually the best of buddies, but when he had his pals round the last thing he wanted was to have his bratty brother hanging around. He was fit and athletic, an all round sportsman while I was your typical eleven year old weed, thin and gangling. It was summer, school was out and our parents were visiting some relations and would be away from home until late. We both preferred to remain at home and hang out with friends and Tim was nominally looking after me. It was hot and we had both been made to dress in shorts and tee shirts so as not to mess up any other clothes. This would have been Tim's preference in any case and he looked good in this gear. I hated it - it was the mid-60's, shorts were getting shorter and they seemed to me to make me look thinner and more spindly than ever. I tried to keep my shorts unfashionably long and would refuse to wear them whenever I thought I might get away with it. On this occasion there was no choice - I had been threatened with dire consequences if I messed up another pair of jeans.

Mom had left plenty of food ready prepared for our meals so when we had completed our morning chores we were ready for our prospective buddies. A knock on the door announced the arrival of Tim's best friend Josh, accompanied by another boy, Steve, who I hadn't seen before. The three of them took off for the back yard and our pool area leaving me alone in the house and a few moments later my buddy Tom arrived. Tom was the same age and much like me. Slightly shorter, he was dressed almost identically in dark blue cotton shorts and a tee shirt, white socks and trainers. Whether he was as self conscious about wearing shorts as me I had no idea.

For the next hour we watched TV but finally we were bored and began to wonder what the others were doing. It was not long before we decided to creep out and find out.

There was no sign of them outside and for a few moments we were at a loss but then subdued giggles gave their presence away - they were in the shed where Pa stored the gardening equipment and other bits and pieces. At a sign from Tom we both crept silently up to the window and peered through. My brother and his buddy were lying on the floor almost consuming a magazine, which undoubtedly would have been considered unsuitable by our parents. They were totally engrossed in the book but in any case we had approached so stealthily that the older boys were completely unaware of our presence. One thing however escaped us --there were only two boys in the shed, not three. Josh had gone to the kitchen for Cokes; a fact which we discovered when we were both grasped around the neck by fingers that seemed to have a vice like grip. Our yells immediately alerted the other two who came racing out of the door to be told by Josh that he had caught us spying on them.

Both of us were being held by the neck and Josh was much stronger than either of us but in one respect we had the advantage - our arms were free and we both had good lungs. We lashed out for all we were worth, at the same time yelling our heads off. Our yard was very secluded but the neighbours would soon think a murder was taking place. Josh was having a job holding both of us so he pushed me towards my brother who grabbed me from behind by the elbows, thus preventing me inflicting any more damage. At the same time Josh changed his grip on Tom grasping him in the same manner as I was being held. Tim was the first to speak saying, "What are we going to do with them? They need to be taught a lesson for spying on us".

It was Steve who answered. I saw what could only be described as an evil grin break out on his face, then he said, "I've an idea. Take them up to your room. I'll follow in a moment and explain". The other two were seemingly quite willing to fall in with whatever Steve had in mind without asking any questions and began dragging us towards the house. Normally I would have done anything just to be allowed inside my big brother's room but I had seen the look on Steve's face. I was certain that, whatever he had in mind Tim's room would be the last place either of us wanted to be. We were still yelling our heads off but in doors the neighbours would be less likely to hear.

With some difficulty we were manhandled up the stairs to Tim's room. We were both still being held from behind by our elbows and were managing to inflict a certain amount of superficial damage to our captors shins by kicking out, but this only seemed to strengthen their determination. A few moments later Steve arrived, depositing a large plastic bag on the floor behind him. Despite everything, I felt an overwhelming curiosity to find out what was in it, but we would be kept in suspense only a few minutes.

Tim immediately asked, "What are we going to do with them now?" to which Steve replied, "First lets shut them up. Have you got any bandannas?"

"Sure," was the answer. "Top drawer in the dresser". The other boy opened the drawer and pulled out a red and a blue cloth. I am certain the two older boys knew immediately what Steve had in mind. For my part I was still clueless. Whether Tom was as naïve as me I never found out but in any case he would have been in no doubt what would happen to him shortly when Steve took the blue cloth, rolled it loosely from opposite corners and dropped it over my face, pulling it across my mouth. Only now did I realise that he was planning to gag me. Like many youngsters my buddies and I had speculated about being tied up while watching scenes in movies but up till that time we had never tried it out in our games. The one thing I was sure of was I didn't want to be gagged and I redoubled my struggles, squirming and writhing in an attempt to throw off the cloth covering my mouth. Steve calmly took the two ends, tying a half-knot at the back of my neck and pulling it tight. Gradually I realised that this wasn't too bad and I gave up the fight - I was sure I could rub the cloth off and free my mouth as soon as I was left to myself. Meanwhile Steve, who had not completed tying off the gag, appeared to have become concerned for my welfare and asked, "That's not too tight, is it?" I shook my head, "No!"

"You're quite sure are you?" He continued. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable and can loosen it if it's too tight. Just tell me how it is!"

He kept up these comments until finally I was forced to say, "It's just fine!" This was just what he wanted. The moment I began to speak he pulled hard on the cloth forcing it back between my teeth. Then he tied it off securely and this time he made no pretence of showing any concern for my comfort.

Tom had watched this performance wide eyed. Fascinated by what was happening to me he had ceased to yell (and I of course had now been effectively silenced by my gag). Perhaps he thought that by keeping quiet he would avoid a similar fate but if so he was wrong. Steve picked up the blue bandanna, rolled it and dropped it in position. He must have realised it would be more difficult to get Tom to answer his questions so this time he simply said, "There are two ways we can do this - the easy way and the hard way. Either way, you get to be gagged. The easy way you do what I ask, the hard way I make you". After a pause he continued, "What's it to be? The easy way?"

Tom was still wide eyed with disbelief that this was happening to us, but after a moment he nodded "Yes". Steve immediately went on, "That's fine, kid. Open wide!" After a moment Tom did as he was asked and Steve stretched the cloth between his open jaws, then said, "OK, now clamp down". Even as Tom was closing his mouth Steve was knotting the gag tightly in position.

Somehow seeing my friend gagged brought me out of my trance. I was still being held by the elbows and neither of us could make much sound but I still had the use of my feet and began kicking out at my brother, producing some very satisfying grunts as I made contact with his shins. Steve however, in his role as mastermind of our downfall quickly stopped this by grabbing one foot and hauling it up behind me, leaving me standing on one leg. Somehow he managed to make a grab for the bag and out tumbled a pile of rope. I was in no doubt now what was going to happen to us and was powerless to prevent it. Unexpectedly I felt a thrill of excitement. Still holding my ankle high up behind me he slipped a noose over my foot and pulled it tight, then took two or three further turns around my ankle. Without releasing my leg, he pulled my foot to the floor. Hindered by the rope it would have been difficult to retaliate but in any case I had no time as Steve quickly took three turns round both my legs and then cinched them off before knotting it securely.

Without being prompted, my brother pushed me face down onto the bed and with help from Steve pulled my tee shirt up over my head, somehow without releasing me. He knew of course that I would hate being stripped to my shorts but all my protests were lost in the gag. Next he pulled my arms behind my back and crossed my wrists and within a few moments I felt Steve begin tying my hands. He worked methodically and it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing. I felt him apply turns both horizontally and vertically around my wrists and cinch it. Then knotted the cord well out of reach of my fingers. At last the hands holding me let go and I made some experimental moves testing my bonds. It was a waste of time. Short of getting help from my buddy or a knife I would remain tied until our captors decided to release me. Finally I felt my shoes and socks being dragged off.

I managed to roll onto my back so that I could see what was happening. Josh was still holding Tom whose eyes were like saucers, having for the first time in his life watched as his best buddy was overpowered and tied up. He was of course already gagged so could be in no doubt what was going to happen to him. I think he realised from my performance that resistance was useless and consequently was treated a little more gently. Without any resistance his shirt was removed, then Josh pulled his arms behind his back and once more Steve did the honours, tying Tom's hands every bit as securely as he had tied mine. Then he was pushed to the floor and made to cross his ankles and they were tightly lashed together. Tied like that he would be unable to stand, let alone hop around the room. To complete his captivity his shoes and socks were removed.

The three older boys seemed quite pleased with their work and decided they were in need of cold drinks after their exertions, but then Tim pointed out that I would be able to slide off the bed and might be able to liberate Tom.

Steve thought for a moment then said, "No problem. Turn him over!" I was unceremoniously rolled back onto my stomach and immediately felt Steve loop yet another length of rope through my bound wrists. I had never even heard of a hog-tie let alone seen one but my ignorance wouldn't last much longer. I felt hands grasp my legs and force my feet up towards my butt and then Steve was looping his rope through my ankle bonds. I realised it would be impossible to get off the bed but it didn't feel too uncomfortable, when suddenly Steve gave an almighty heave on the rope bringing my feet and hands together so that I could brush my heels with my finger-tips. Without allowing any slack to develop he quickly knotted it off to sounds of approval from his two friends.

The three walked to the door and just before it shut Tim called "We'll be back to see you later. Don't go far!" and as the door closed we heard their laughter receding down the stairs.

Craning my neck I found myself staring into Tom's eyes. We both mmpphhed at one another but I knew that it was as impossible for him to reach me on the bed as it was for me to get to him on the floor. Equally there was absolutely no way we would be able to untie our own bonds. All I could do was arch my back and shoulders to relieve the pressure on my arms and hope they wouldn't leave us here too long...

(To be continued)

It's been a long time between drinks but at last… another update - This week's update features 8 great fictional and true stories as well as more hand-gagging and bondage fun in Part 2 of Lisa The Hand (Reader's Fiction) in which our narrator finds himself being transported God knows where by 4 beautiful young ladies. For those into rainwear, I've also added an all-new Gallery featuring two-piece plastic and PVC rainsuits. 

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Still Richard's #1 fan even though Richard seems to be gone permanently.

“Hi Ted” she said smiling almost wickedly, almost knowing that something was up

“Mike’s downstairs”

She hurried off & ran up the stairs. Just thinking that very soon she would be our prisoner was an awesome feeling. I went downstairs where Mike had some clothesline already cut into several pieces. He then gave me some white rags as I stuffed then in my back pocket. He told me he had a perfect way to force his sister to lure Laurie & Kristi over to the house. We would capture Cassie & tie her up, then we would call one her friends for her & she would tell them to come over about fifteen minutes apart, that way we would have time to tie the other up. I asked him what if Cassie didn’t want to do it? Mike told me that I would find out, but it would work. My mind was wondering. It probably involved tickling. Cassie was very sensitive to any tickling, just thinking about it made me all excited to get going & do this.

Several minutes later, Mike & me crept up the stairs. We could hear the radio on in Cassie’s room. Ascending the stairs, my heart was racing. Mike had me knock on the door & lure her into the hallway where he would grab her. We could hear her walk & open it

“Oh hi Ted” she said walking right into the trap, almost wanting to get captured

“Where’s my brrgggmmpphhhh!!!!!” she mumbled as Mike hand gagged her

“I’m right here sister dear!” he said “Ted help me get her in the guest room”

To say I was mesmerized was an understatement. I quickly came to my senses as Mike flopped his sister down on the bed, pulling her hands behind her back.

“I knew you two were up to no good!” she yelled, almost giggling. She seemed to be enjoying this, but not as much as I was! Mike started to tie her wrists together with a piece of clothesline.

“You better tie me up good Michael, because when I get loose, it’s you two that’s going to get it!”

“Yeah whatever” was Mike’s reply

If Cassie was enjoying it, she sure was putting up a fight. Mike handed me a piece of clothesline

“Tie her feet together Ted”

I took the clothesline & tied her bare ankles together. Then I couldn’t help but give her a tickle.

“Ahhhhhh!!!! Ted!!”

Mike rolled her over & covered her mouth with his hand.

“Now sis, we’re going to call your friends for you. You’re going to get them over here, if not what just happened will happen a lot more!”

I could see Cassie eyes widen. It was perfect! If Cassie didn’t cooperate, we would tickle her until she did

“I’m going to call Laurie first, get her over here in Ten minutes & no tricks”

Cassie nodded no & Mike turned to me. I went to town on Cassie’s feet, raking them with my fingers. To say the girl thrashed about would be an understatement. I thought she was going to kick me in the chest. She tried to protest behind Mike’s hand, but she could only squeal.

“Are you going to get Laurie over here?” Mike said again & again Cassie nodded no
Mike then switched positions with me. I covered Cassie’s mouth & Mike then tickled his sister. More thrashing & more squeals came about, Mike knew exactly where her weakness was. Cassie was laughing behind my hand as she tried to get Mike to stop. Tears rolled down her cheeks from laughing so much.

“Are you going to cooperate now sis?”

This time Cassie nodded yes. Mike then got out the phone & dialed a number. Mike then put the reciever to his sister’s ear.

“Remember, no tricks…or else”

Cassie was giggling as she talked to Laurie, but convinced her to come over in ten minutes. I was having the time of my life to say the least.

“Good work Sis, now I’m going to call Kristi”

“No, Laurie’s enough Mike”

I then covered her mouth & Mike started tickling her mercifully again

“Ggggrrmmmppphhh!!!!!” she started to say from beneath my hand

“That was the wrong answer sis!” he said as he worked the back of her legs with his fingers. Cassie couldn’t stand it anymore as she thrashed & squealed.

“Are you going to get Kristi over here?”

I could hear Cassie say yes behind my hand

“Good” Mike said as he dialed the phone again & put it to Cassie’s ear.

“Is Kristi there?” Cassie said still giggling from the tickle torture “Oh ok. Well when she get’s home, can you tell her to come over to Cassie’s house?”

Mike then took the phone away

“She’s out with her Mother”

“Perfect” Mike replied as he stuffed a small wad of cloth in his sister’s mouth

“Mmmmppphh!!!”

“That gives us more time with you & Laurie” he added as he took a white rag & tied it in her mouth. It held the wad in her mouth behind it. Mike then tied the gag tight behind her head.

“Ten minutes is about up. Laurie should be here anytime”

“Grrmmpphhh!!! Mmmmppphhhh!!!!” 

Cassie could only squeal & thrash about in her bound & gagged state, Just about then the doorbell rang. Cassie then went about making more noise.

“Don’t go any where sis, Laurie will be joining you shortly"

“Grrmmmpphhh!!!!”

With that last bit from Cassie, Mike & me left Cassie’s room & closed the door. We hurried downstairs & Mike looked through the peep hole. He then turned to me.

“Victim number two is here!”
 

To be continued .…..
 
 
 
 
 

You already know

that's my story hope you all liked it. if you have any questions just ask.

Anyway, I'd love to hear more stories you've got to tell. A couple questions: did you play more tie-up games with them after that event? Also, did you think Jackie had cute feet and that's why you wanted to pull off her socks, or did that have nothing to do with it?

Well anyway, when she was over, she asked me to teach her how to rope using lassos. Of course I have alot of ropes but had never used them with anyone. (keep in mind I dont know if she is really into it or not.) So I was goin over the basics with her, roping random things in the room. Then I went and roped her and when I tightened it, (its a long rope by the way) she began to twirl so that she was being wrapped in the rope, pinning her arms to her sides. This was when I was first wondering whether or not she actually was enjoying this, or wanted to go further with it.

After I unwrapped her from that, she mentioned how ropes were so useful. "you could tie someone's hands with these" So I was like "here give me your hands and we'll see." She willingly stuck her hands out and I did a simple wrap around and cinched it off and knotted it. She kinda played with it for a bit and picked the knot with her teeth. (forgot to mention what she was wearing for those of you who like to know....she had on a really short green skirt...she always wears skirts, i love it. And just a hollister tee shirt.) So then I said "turn around and lemme tie them behind you and see what you can do" So I did the same behind her and she sat down and struggled with it a bit. She looked like she was having fun so I began to get hopeful. Well then she looked at me and said "well I cant do anything, can you untie me?" This gave me mixed signals now. I untied her of course, but now I was confused to whther or not she enjoyed it or not or wanted to persist.

She really didnt show much more interest in the ropes anymore, almost seemed kinda bored, so I put them away. I didnt wanna push it and act weird if she really wasnt interested. So I just wanted to ask all of you if you think she is interested and I was just misinterpreting the signs? Or is she just indifferent, and doesnt really get anything out of being tied up? It was great fun for me, and I wanna go further with the games, that is if she feels the same way. Just wanted to ask your opinions. Thanks...great stories btw

if she seemed to switch off the idea, it may be a sign that you missed an opportunity to take things further and shes a bit disappointed and in need of reasurrance that you like her.

This happened in febuary, i was at this girl's house. Her name Paige she is about 6 foot tall, 17, and very good looking anyway we were watching TV when Paige looked over at me and said she was going to handcuff me, just for no reason at all so i was okay with it and told her to go for it. She left the room to go and get her handcuffs, she came back about five minutes later with them and climbed up on the back of the loveseat I was sitting on. Now i had thought she would cuff my hands in front of me but when she climbed up on the seat behind me i starting wondering what she was doing.
She took my left arm and pulled it behind me and started cuffing it, then she grabed my other arm and cuffed it she climbed back down form the seat and look over at me and says "dont even think about moveing from that chair" i said "ok i wont" so we went back to watching TV. I was handcuffed for two hour's. I finaly got tired of siting there handcuffed and freed myself, about a hour later i was getting to leave to go home, well her friend Kat that was there asked me "were are you going"? and i replyed "i got to go home". well she looked at Paige and kind of gave her a evil grin then looked at me again and said "well what if i called your mom and told her that me and paige tied you up and that you have to spend the night here"?
well i told that i didnt really care i thought she was joking but she walked over to paige and whispered something to her all of a sudden paige talklies me and wresles me to the ground, kat comes back with rope and ducttape and starting handing lengths of rope to paige.
Paige grabs me arms and binds them securly behind my back, so I started to complin that I had to seriously go, Kat decides that sience i was going to complain i needed to be gaged she takes the ducttape and puts about five picies over my mouth while Paige finishes tieing my ankles together, after they were done i was bound pertty well and could'nt move around much i started to mppphh as they go into the kiten ans leave me on the seat to strugle for a while, when they finaly did come back they had decided to take to the bedroom thats in the basement and tie me to the bed for the night. When they got me to the bed they had me lie down they then proced to tie me to the bed for the night all the while i was stuggling and mpphhing like crazy they managed to power me and tie me down and leave me there for the night.
The next morning when i had woke up i saw that Paige was sitting next to me reading a book so i started to mpphh, she looked over and noticed that i had woke up and said "O hun your awake, good i go and Kat" so about two mintutes later they both came down and untied me from the bed. They then both helped me get up the steps to the living room (i still had my ankles and wrists bound) and had me sit down on the couch. They decided that they would untie me in a coupple of hours but until then i remained bound and gaged on the couch. After they had untied me they asked me if i had fun being bound and gaged by two girls i told them it was alot of fun and that we should do it agian sometime thay both agred and i left to go home........ The End 

I hope you injoyed my storie even if it wasnt that long of a storie its my frist ill post more soon...

I have to admit, I enjoy being hand gagged. Something sensual about a womans soft hand going over my mouth that I still enjoy.

My first hand gagging experience wa with a girl named Debbie. She was a cutie. Very attractive. Short plug nose. Big jugs and tight legs and butt. I was lucky to get to go out with this chick.

This actually happened many years ago, but it was my first hand gagging experience and to this day, I have never found a woman who is better at handgagging than this lady.

The first time occurred while I was at her house. We were making out while her Moma nd little brother were upstairs. I got this idea that I wanted to lay on her lap. So I put my head right on her legs and looked up.

I commented on what a cute chic she was. Normally, I am a fairly quite guy, but I was really excited to be with Debbie. All the guys at work like this girl and I was the lucky guy to have her.

The first thing I did was tell her how much bigger her boobs looked from that vantage point than from any other. What a set! You sure have been gifted I told her.

Debbie tried to change the conversation and I went along with her for awhile, buut then got back on my favorite subject ---her!

"Let's talk about my favorite subject I said."

"And what is that?" Debbie asked.

"You and you big boobs. I love them!"

I was gradually getting louder and louder and then it came. Debbie gently put her palm across my mouth and said "shhhhh" you know my Mom and little brother are upstairs."

I pulled her hand away and politely invited her to go for a ride. To get out of the house. Debbie said she couldn't at least not tonite/

I yelle out "Ah C'mon." and then the palm went across my mouth again followed by a nice kiss that was followed by another shhhhhh while she put her palm back over my mouth.

At this point, I was getting very stimulated. An erection had come up. I grabbed one of Debbie hands and pulled it down on my johnson. 

Debbie's eyes got big. WOW! You excited?

Apparently Debbie forgot that she stillhad her hand over my mouth so I couldn't answer. She realized that and pulled her hand away slightly but still kept it a few inches from my face.

"Yep. I'm excited. You did it to me you and those big boommmmmmmmppppphhh.

It was handgag time again.

Debbie gave me a raincheck (darnit) and indicated that we both better get to bed. It was past 11pm and we both had to get up 5:30am for work the next day. (We were both in our early 20's at that time)

Well that was that time. Next time occurred at work. As I said, I am usually quiet, but now that I had Debbie and she was my girl, I was happy as a lark. 

One day at work all the power went off and work was impossible. We were sent to the cafeteria untill the power came back on.

Debbie and I were sitting around 10 other people. I don't remember what the conversation was all about but I came up with the idea of answering everything that people said with "Indefinitely!"

As you can imagine, it was cute at first but was getting old fast. Youc an say that my hormones were out of control and I was demonstrating irrational emotional exuberance. I was happy and having fun, but some people were getting annoyed by it.

Pretty soon and without warning while I was about to say indefinitely once more time what came out was mmmmmpppphhhh. Debbie had clamped her palm over my mouth again and she had a way of doing it so that you were completely silenced.

A few people started cheering while others just smiled or laughed.

One lady said that it was only a matter of time. If you didn't, I was going to. I looked at this lady who was rather old and unattractive and was so glad that Debbie had gotten to me first.

Knowing me pretty well by this time, Debbie wasn't about to let go. She knew at first opportunity I would be reciting "indefinitely" once again.

So Debbie carried on a conversation with the others while firmly holding her hand over my mouth acting as though everthing was normal.

Every now and then Debbie would check me fromthe cormer of her eye. The first time I started to raise my hand to try to pull her hand away, she quickly grabbed my hand while another worker named Laurie grabbed by other hand all the while Debbie still had her hand clamped over my mouth.
 

I mmmmppppeed out c'mon and Debbie knew what I was trying to say but she nodded her head and verbally said "No way."
Debbie then looked at the the other people and asked, should I remove my hand?

Everybody in unision shouted NO!

I was stunned but unable to do anything about it. These two girls had successfully and effectively restrained and silenced me and there was nothing I could do about it.

I started to mmmpppph to Debbie and all she could say is. Sorry, I don't understand you! Don't talk with a mouthful!

Everybody laughed.

I mmmmppppeeddd more and more. Debbie said.

"Why do you mumble so much? What's in your mouth OR over your mouth?"

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Everybody was having a good laugh at my expence.

I continued furiouslyMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Finally Debbie looked at me and said

"Ah what's the matter. Are you gagged? Does my hand keep you big mouth quiet."
 

With my eyes I tried to motion down south to my johnson which was extremely erect and ready to pop. I was so stimulated by this.

"Oh I know a girl must have their hand over your mouth, right?"
 

MMMMMMPPPPPHPHHH--MMMMPPPHHHH.

"Sorry, I can't understand a word you are saying. Here let me take my hand away."

I rolled my jaw around rubbed my tongue over my lips trying to moisten my lips and as soon as I started to speak slap Debbie once again hand gagged me and she and Laurie still had my hands securedly immobile.

I just sighed. What's the use.

"Okay, tell me know."

I looked and noticed that Debbie was keeping her free hand on the table. So I figured now I had a chance to speak and as I did Laurie handgagged me!"

This is ridiculous. I thought.

Debbie said thanks to Laurie and said her hand was getting tired. Her hand, how about my mouth?

Laurie said. Who else wants to join in?

I though oh no. Another girl named Jeanie came over and as Laurie pulled her hand away Jeanie applied hers. Meanwhile two other girls came over to give Debbie and Laurie a rest from hold my hands down.

Jeanie was a cute brunette and also gifted in the boobs department. I was getting even more excited. Debbie sat over to my side and just sat there and smiled.

"Pretty quite aren't you? Maybe we can do this IDEFINITELY!"

Yeah, very funny. Everybody broke out and was laughing.

Pretty soon people started coming by at Debbie's instruction and tell them to ask me a question. Not knowing what the gag (pun intended) was they asked me a question. And of course I couldn't answer.

Debbie would go on again about mumbling. And what's the matter big mouth? And so on.

Debbie asked Jeanie to take her hand away and said okay, what do you want to tell us. I once again rolled my jaw (by this time I had been handgagged for at le ast 45 minutes and mositened my lips with my tongue, go read to speak and once again Debbie clamped her palm over my mouth.

And that is all it took. My canon went off and it was obvious by my reaction.

Only those who were closest to me had noticed.

Debbie smiled and jokingly said;

"Why didn't you tell me something? What's a matter, you can't talk with a girls hand over your mouth? Your a man and you can't get your hands free? 

I started to try to break lose but by this time my hands were numb and two other girls jumped in just in case. They were enjoying this.

Then somebody said; "Here comes Chuck (our boss)! Better let him go."

Thank God I thought. At least now I'll get loose. FAT CHANCE!

Debbie had some of the girls and o ther people step in front of us so Chuck couldn't see what was going on. Chuck stopped for a few minutes, talked to the group and asked if everything was okay. They nodded yes--absolutely. He asked where I was since I was the only one not visible and he knew Debbie and I were inseperable and Debbie quickly responded

"He's tied up right now!" And laughed although Chuck had no idea why they were laughing. He just shrugged his shoulders and moved on.

Obvioously, I was unable to speak or do anything. These girls had a strong grip and my numb hands weren't helping me.

As soon as Chuck left, Debbie looked at me and once again said; "Why didn't you tell me. Then started sniffing and asking what that smell was never removing her hand.

Everybody was enjoying this whole episode and I felt so damned helpless by some girls no less!

TO BE CONTINUED

By you don't have any other "good" stories of tying up when you were the babysitter, do you mean you still did a few other tie-ups, but none were that special? I'd still like to hear about them.

As well as the times you tied up your female friends too. Please tell all! :)

I marched up to my brothers' tree house, and climbed the ladder. They were up there playing cards. I went up to them and said, "Very funny." I looked at each one of them while they giggled. I pointed to Jim and said, "your Ugly!" Then to Mark and said, "Your feet stink!"

They both pretended to be offended and Mark said, "You will be punished!"

Jim tied my wrists behind my back and and Mark pulled a pair of his socks seemingly from nowhere. He shoved one into my awestruken mouth and the other he tied around. Then he took the one's off his feet and made me smell them.

They untied me an hour later.

You can tie a ribbon around his head first, then put the duct tape over top of it in back. Use the tension of the tape on the front to make the front stickiness the only necessary skin contact.