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Looking back at it, I was a bratty obnoxious 15-year-old who probably deserved the torture he got from his sister and three of her friends. I mocked, I interrupted, I was rude, I made fun of everything, I made disgusting jokes and references, and worst of all I never shut up. Yeah, I probably deserved the protracted torture I got. But when it happened, I thought it was the cruelest thing I’d ever seen.

The kidnappers and torturers were my sister Lisa (18), her best friend Erin (18), Erin’s sister Barbara (14) and our neighbor Carly (17). I was the torturee. The four were hanging out and I wouldn’t stop bothering them. This had gone on all summer and my dropping some unknown news about things I’d seen my sister do with her boyfriend (not sex, just lots of petting in our backyard that I described in vivid detail. The four decided it was time to teach me a lesson. My guess is they met for about an hour late Friday to devise their plan, not to my knowledge, and then came back Saturday to implement it. It was late summer 1996. My parents were at a wedding that day. It would be the longest day of my life.

I was awoken my Lisa in her PJs pouncing on me in my sleep and handcuffing my hands behind my back. She then stuffed a sock in my mouth and told me to shut up. Lisa was tiny – 4”9 - but strong. She was cute with brown hair and a pretty face. She didn’t deserve a brother like me when I was 15. The handcuffs were mine – I had several pair and sometimes used them on Lisa.

“Just suck on that sock for a minute while I call in the troops. You’re dead!” Lisa said, perching on top of me and holding me down. She grabbed my bedside phone and called Erin to come over with Barbara, and to grab Carly and the supplies (??) Then she looked down at me and smiled.

“We’re kidnapping you and teaching you a lesson for every rotten thing you’ve done this summer, you little punk!” she snarled on top of me. “You’re in for the longest day of your life.” It was just after 9 a.m.

I was just wearing sweatpants and socks, no shirt. Lisa had a pink short-sleeved preppie shirt and flannel PJ pants and red socks. She stayed on top of me while I writhed around without success. She was draining my strength and I was out of steam. A few minutes later my bedroom door opened and in walked Erin, Barbara and Carly. Erin had the same kind of shirt as Lisa, only green, and khaki Capris. She was tall and blonde. Her feet were bare. Barbara, who strangely looked like Lisa, wore ripped jeans and a t-shirt with white socks. Carly, who was tan and blonde and stunning, wore grey sweats and a white –necked T-shirt. She was barefoot too.

They were all impressed with Lisa’s work.

“Was it hard to tie him up?” Erin asked.

“No. I got him half asleep.”

“Is that one of his socks – the filthy ones?”Carly asked, horrified.

“No, no – it’s one of my own socks and it’s clean,” Lisa said. “You guys have the stuff?

“Dowmstairs – ready to go,” Barbara said.

“OK,. Great – let’s get him down there,” Lisa said.

Lisa took the sock out of my mouth and hoisted me to my feet and she and Erin and Barbara dragged me downstairs. Carly followed behind with two more pairs of handcuffs. When I got downstairs I saw a posterboard with numbers 1 through 12 on the wall of our den, along with rope and duct tape and a folding chair. I was forced into the chair by Lisa and Barbara while Erin grabbed the ropes and Carly took what looked like notecards out of a bag and sat on the couch

“You just hold still, Matt, while Erin ties your feet. Don’t move,” Lisa said, holding me in place. Carly got my feet tied fast and them Barbara tied me to the chair around the chest.

They all stood back and looked at me with very pleased smiles.

“This is the best I’ve ever seen you, Matthew. All tied up and helpless,” Carly said.

“Lisa’s going to explain to you what the plan is,” Erin said, grabbing the duct tape off the floor, “and this is a gag to make sure you don’t interrupt!”

Erin tore off a piece of tape and I screamed “No, Don’t!” but Carly came behind me and held my head in place while Erin forced the tape over my mouth.

“Lisa, he’s bound and gagged as planned. The floor is yours,” Erin said.

Then Lisa began her monologue.

“You, Matthew, are a disgusting little pervert who has never gotten what’s coming to him. Today is the day you get what’s coming to you. We are going to torture the brattiness right out of you. One weakness I know you have is you’re ticklish. Very ticklish! That’s a big part of today’s lesson. But it’s not the best part. (referring to poster) Each of these 12 numbers represents a part of your body. Each of these body parts will be tested for ticklishness today by me and my three fellow captors. The body parts are (and she pointed to each on my bound body as she said this giggling) the ears, the neck, the arms, the armpits, the stomach, the front ribcage, the back ribcage, the hips, the thighs, the knees, the tops of the feet, and the bottoms of the feet. Do you understand?”

I nodded while trying to plead to not do this. I was perhaps the most ticklish person in the world, and the thought of being tickled period worried me. The thought of being tickled while tied up filled me with what I can only describe as terror.

“This is a two minute egg timer,” Lisa continued, holding the sand-filled device in front of me. “Carly has prepared 12 notecards, each with one of those body parts on it. They will be drawn randomly, face down, and then numbered and distributed in order to the four of us. In other words, we will all get three cards with a body part on it. We will take you out of the chair and leave you tied up on the floor. Handcuffs will be placed on your feet as well to assure you don’t escape. We go upstairs to my room and come down in order to tickle you for two minutes on the body part we have drawn. The tickler will have the option to gag you or not, but your gag will be placed back on at the end of each two-minute tickling. You will be given a two-minute breather in between.”

“Now,” Lisa said as her eyes sparkled and I grew close to panic, “here’s where you have a chance. Each of the four of will gauge your ticklishness on that body part on a scale of 1 to 10. For example, if Carly gets the soles of your feet and your reaction isn’t much, she’ll give it a low grade, like a 1 or 2. If you go crazy, whether gagged or not, you may get an 8, 9, or 10. We will write your score on each of our cards. Now, in case someone feels like taking pity on you, or in case you fool someone, each of us is allowed one appeal. Meaning, say Barbara doesn’t want you to suffer too much and give you a 1 for ears. I may say, ‘I doubt that.’ And then I;m allowed, just once, to tickle you there myself for 20 seconds. If your reaction is accurate, then fine. If not, we ALL decide on a new score. Each of your scores will depend on how strong you are and how tough you try to be. This is your chance. When all 12 tickle spots are done, we’ll come down and tally the scores. Now, look here…” she said, pulling out another posterboard.

I’d had it and turned away. But Erin grabbed my head and forced me to look.

“Don’t you play with us, boy!” Erin threatened. “You do as your told!”

The posterboard was broken down into categories:

0-30
31-40
41-50
51-60
61-70
71-80
81-90
91- 100
101-

There was a double line below the “61-70 entry.” Lisa explained.

“Here’s how it works, Matt. If you score under 30, we untie you on the spot. That’s it. 31-40 gets 15 minutes of tickling, but only on your 3 worst spots. 41-50 gets 20 minutes of tickling – by all of us – but only on your five worst spots. 51-60…oooh, we’re getting into the dangerzone here. Two 20 minutes tickle-torture sessions, but the last 10 minutes are on the spot of your choice. 61-70 – this is not a good one, but it could be worse as you’ll see in a minute – gets you two half-hour tickling sessions, with the final 5 minutes of each on the spot of your choice. But then…”

Lisa stopped and they all giggled. Lisa’s face came about an inch from mine and she gave me a sick grin.

“Below the double line and you’re dead. Below the double line and we take you upstairs. Upstairs is not a place you want to be. Once we get you upstairs, we tie you down to my bed, stretched out, and put only a pair of shorts on you. I’ll do that, so don’t sorry. We will then gag you now and then. Maybe with tape, maybe with a bandana, maybe with a sock. If your score is 71 to 80, we will tickle you everywhere for 90 minutes straight. At 81 to 90, it goes up to 2 hours. 91 to 100 is 2 ½ hours. And sweetie, over 101…well, that’s until 10 p.m. tonight. We’ll keep you tied up until then and tickle you for hours and hours, with only short breaks. And at some point we’ll pull out some of my dirty socks for a gag, just to make it more awful for you. That is the worst case scenario.”

“Are you ready, punk?” Erin said, grabbing me by the hair and looking at me sternly. I was petrified and grunting for mercy.

“Let’s do it,” Lisa said and they all drew cards and went upstairs. The first one down was Carly.

“I’m not crazy about this, Matt, but they threatened to tie ME up if I didn’t do my part. Do you want me to take your gag off?” Carly asked.

I nodded.

Carly pulled my gag off and and I begged.

“Carly please!!!! Please untie me now!!!! I[ll die!!!!”

Carly quickly placed her hand over my mouth to quiet me. Then she started the egg timer.

“Stop it. You’ll only make it worse. Look, I have to tickle your neck for two minutes. If you can control yourself, I’ll give you a good score. Here we go,” and Carly took her hand off my mouth and started to lightly tickle my neck, somewhat mercifully. I squirmed and giggled and said the occasional “Stop!” but she said “Shhhhh” and continued until the timer ran out.

“That wasn’t so bad. I’ll give it a 4. OK? It could have been worse,” Carly said, putting my gag back on and running upstairs after writing her score.

Erin was next and she walked in slowly and sadistically.

“No fight it, because your dead. And your gag is staying on, you little creep!” Erin sneered. “Guess what I have? Your hips!”

I flinched and mmmphed into the gag.

“I already know everything I need to know,” Erin said, starting the timer and sitting on my legs, giggling evilly. “Look at you – you’re almost crying thinking about it, aren’t you?”

I nodded and closed my eyes, as if to make it go way.

“Well, watch this,” Erin said, and lowered two fingers into the soft spot between my stomach and legs, just for a moment. It was like a bolt of lightning and I screamed into the gag.

“Just what I thought!” Erin giggled. “Look at me, creep,” and she sat on me and wrote “10” on her card. “You’re dead!”

Erin then got up, stood over my bound and helpless body for about a minute, and when the timer was just about out again, she jabbed her big toe into my hips and wiggled it for about 3 seconds. I bolted upright and screamed again.

Erin snickered and walked away, leaving me nearly in tears on the floor.

When Barbara came down and said, “Time to tickle the bottoms of your feet!” I knew I was dead.

To be continued.

Danna: Hey! Not tape it Hur---MMMMMMPH!!!

Amber patted at least 4 strips over Dannas lips before wrapping the tape around her head. She finished off Danna's tie up by place a strip of tape over her eyes. Danna could barely move.

I crouched down and got on my knees the moved onto my belly and low-crawled to the couch and behind it.

I could hear Amber saying "Aww, you look so cute Danna!"

Danna "mmmphed" at Amber angrily. She moved to Christina and said "You make a cute hostage, too!" Christina shifted and "mmmphed" back.

I positioned myself at the edge of the couch. I made some sort of noise, maybe I popped a knuckle or a toe or something, I don't know, but Amber heard it. We also had 2 more friends coming over, Molly, Laura, and My buddy Mike.

Amber got up and grabbed the rope

"Come on out!" She giggled.

From behind the couch, rose a 6'4", 237 lb hispanic man. Amber blushed and backed away.

I stepped over the couch and stood up infront of her.

Danna is, 5'4", Christina, 5'6", Amber is 5'5". I towered over them and chuckled.

to be continued.

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I'm a percussionist in my high school band/ marching band and one night the band had practice and everyone left besides for myself, and three girls, their names Stacy, Samantha (we call her Sam), and Chelsea. I'm gonna say how they all look.

Stacy- Dirty blonde hair, very pretty blue eyes, and very well stacked. She has a nice butt too. At the time she was wearing a tight black tshirt and tight blue jeans.

Sam- Medium length brown hair, brown eyes, and also well-stacked. Nice butt. She dresses kinda punkish. She was wearing a tight white shirt and green bondage pants.

Chelsea- Short blonde hair, blue eyes, not as stacked as the other girls, shes more petite but very cute. She was wearing a tight green tshirt and blue jeans.

Now back to the story. The girls were discussing marching formations and the like and being in the drumline I didn't care. I walked into a room in the band room and found several rolls of duct tape. We keep the duct tape to fix things... that's how everything is fixed from where I'm from. I decided now would be a good time to tie the girls up.

I started with Chelsea. I called her into the room to tell her about something I thought was a good idea about the marching season. She walked in and I was hiding behind the door she walked in. When she walked in I shut the door behind her and pulled her arms behind her. I started wrapping the tape around her body, above and below the breasts. Then I wrapped the tape around her thighs and calves and finally slapped 4 strips of tape on her lips to shut her up. She looked very nice. I didn't do anything to her yet cause I had to get the other two.

I called Sam in next and pulled the same trick. When she saw Chelsea she freaked out. I caught her and tied her the same way, then stood both girls up and wrapped tape around them both so they were tied back to back. I then walked out of the room with the tape and walked towards Stacy.

She asked me, "where are the girls?" and I didn't reply. All I did was pull the tape out so she saw it. She tried to run away but I grabbed her and wrapped lots and lots of tape around her and tied her to the chair. I also wrapped the tape around her head 5 times for a gag.

I did some other things but I'll post that another time.

We'd while the time away doing the things people our age would normally do, watching TV, playing down by the creek and a nearby swamp that Mom warned us against going as there were venomous snakes in the warmer months and she was constantly worried we'd get caught in a quicksand bog.

One of my brothers friends did sink up to his ribs once, but we were able to pull him free by making a human chain and then teased him about him screaming and crying like a girl when he thought he was going to drown like they sometimes did on TV.

One boring winters day, we came up with the idea of playing cops and robbers. My brother and his closest friend would be the badguys and two others and myself would be cops. They thought of just making me the secretary or receptionist, but I wouldn't hear of it. I was a cop, or nothing else.

We had some toy pistols, which looked remarkably like the real thing and some plastic handcuffs my great grandmother could break out of. Not having a uniform, I just wore blue jeans and a sky blue turtleneck and a navy baseball cap. I explained I was an undercover cop, anyway.

The game started as usual. The two groups split up and the rule was whoever got the first shot in scored a kill or if the " shooter " decided to show mercy, it could be a wounding shot and the victim would live to " recover. " As three of us were cops, we were expected to try to capture and arrest the two " badguys ", but we always just went " BANG ! YA DEAD, A--HOLE ! "

The game was into the first thirty minutes with us stalking each other with no success of being able to get a kill shot in, when I was suddenly grabbed from behind. I let out a yelp of surprise as a hand went over my mouth. I struggled as I realised my brother and his friend had the drop on me.

They easily overpowered me as I tried in vain to call for help from my two collegues. I was pushed to the ground face down and my hands tied behind me with clotheline cord a bunched up cloth went into my mouth and secured in place by a cleaved bandana.

I continued to yell and curse as they laughed at my pitiful efforts. More cord bound my arms and upper body and I was informed I was to be their hostage. They marched me into a nearby shed and sat me down in a chair, which in no time, I was bound to.

I continued struggling and " mmmmmffffing " into the gag, but they'd done a good job of it. I'd have to wait until I was either rescued or the badguys won.

If only I could somehow warn the others somehow...

To be continued !

And sure Gamer, I'd love to hear about your stories. I think we all would.

My first bondage experience was with my sister, Claire. She is 5'4, short blond hair,, very slim figure and lightly tanned skin. Like me, she has dark green eyes and a naturally inquisitive smile :-D

One day, a few years ago, we were in the house alone watching TV. If memory serves me correctly I was 17 and Claire was 14. From a neutral point of view, I can honestly say she was looking very nice. She was wearing white spandex shorts, a white sports bra and white sports socks. Her skin was tanned much more back then cos we had just come back from a holiday in Spain :-)

We were watching a program about magicians and escape artists. I wasnt really watching, but at one point Claire remarked how pathetic it was that none of the women could escape from their restraints. I just ignored her as I always did and nodded as if I knew what she was talking about.

Five or so minutes later Claire leaves the room and comes back with a MASSIVE length of rope and starts 'twiddling' with it. I ignore her for a while but eventually ask her what the hell she was doing.

'Would you tie me up Stuart?' she asks.......out of the blue

She proceeds to explain how she wants to test herself to see if she can escape from the same positions they woman were in. OK. Whatever, I think.
I simply shrug my shoulders - 'OK.........'

She jumps up from the sofa and takes her socks off. She says that she wants to be tied with her hands connected to her feet - which I now know is a hogtie. She says she has to take her socks off cos the woman on the TV had their socks off. OK. Welcome to Earth Claire.....lol

She sits down on the sofa and says she has to cross her feet like it was on TV. I was kneeling down at her feet with a length of rope in my hands. I didnt know what to do? She gave only one piece of advice before I started to tie her up; 'Just make sure its really tight'.

So I started to tie the rope tightly round her ankles tying a tight know every five cycles. She was smiling and was becoming excited at the prospect at being tied up. She asks me at one point 'Isnt this exciting?'
'Not really' I remark rather monotonously.

I finished tying her feet up and she suddenly jumps and falls onto her stomach. She quickly, if rather excitedly places her hands behind her back and tells me to make it as tight as I can. I hesitantly clutch onto her feet and push them towards her tightly clasped hands. I pull at the rope until she tells me she cant get her feet closer to her hands. I then begin wrapping the rope around her tightly clasped hands. I tie the first knot spitefully tight. She is exasperated and goes 'OWCH.......' then laughs.
'Not that tight!!!' she says.

I spend about a minute or so tying her wrists extensively with the masses of rope. When I finished the rope was about an inch thick around her wrists and almost halfway up her arms. It was quite funny. 'Escape from that Claire' I laughed.

'You need to blindfold me' she says.

Supposedly the woman on TV was blindfolded so I blindfilded her with one of her scarfs.

She actually spent about an hour trying to escape. She was getting very angry as she gradually realised she couldnt get free. You wouldnt believe the language that comes from a 14 year old girl when shes annoyed :) In order to further frustrate her I decided to tickle the soles of her feet for about 10 minutes. I must admit; it was hilarious. It was all her idea, and she ended up hating it. I told her I was going to make a cup of tea and if she hadnt escaped by then I supposed I might untie her.

Eventually I decided to untie her after an hour. I couldnt get the knots untied so ended up having to hack at them with a pair of scissors. Me and Claire still laugh at my Mums word the following day;
'What the F**K happened to my washing line.....???'

It was all a good laugh but in all honesty it was the starting blocks of my interest in bondage which is increasing as each day passes. Claire asked me if I wanted to be tied up to see if I could escape. My answer to such a question will remain preivate. Unless of course there is someone out there who wants to hear about a spiteful sister who plotted revenge on her older brother? lol. I didnt think so :-)

I hope I didnt take up too much of your time if you have decided to read my little, rather trivial anecdote :)

If I can partake in a minute of your time,
Id love to know your opinion on how you think my bondage fetish may have been triggered.
Ive been wondering about it for a while, but as of yet have been unable to come up with a conclusive answer.
I am open to all opinions and will adamantly consider all points of view :-D

TO BE CONTINUED...

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The scenario was what I'd seen in some TV show, except it was the hero's girlfriend who was bound and gagged in a warehouse to draw him into a trap. I could warn them, except for the wad of cloth that gagged me so all I could make was muffled grunts and moans. A coherant sentence was out of the question.

I tried to push it free with my tongue, but it was held in too securely by the bandana that was tightly knotted behind my head. All I could do was hope they'd see me and realise what the situation was before they came into the line of fire.

I hated losing, even if it was a silly game of cops and robbers, so I tried to devise a way of warning them that didn't rely on me being able to say, " Stop ! It's a trap ! "

The only thing I could think of was to shake my head and grunting " NO ! " like the TV hero's girlfriend did in the warehouse scene. That made him pull up and back off before the bad guy could shoot him. I hoped my collegues were smarter than I thought.

After a while I heard footsteps outside the shed and I got ready to grunt my warning.

A head cautiously peered around the doorway and I shook my head and grunted as loud as I could.

" BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! "

" YA DEAD, COPPER ! ", my brother and his friend yelled in unison. My slow witted collegue winched and moaned in defeat and true to his amateur acting range, dropped his gun, clutched his chest and fell to the ground.

" Two down, one to go ! ", my brother laughed.

I slumped in the chair. Unless my other collegue was more careful, the game would go to the bad guys.

That was when I noticed a rather large and ugly spider near my feet. As much of a tomboy as I was, I'd always had a terrible phobia of spiders of any kind. It wasn't tarantula size, but it was big enough for me to let out a long muffled scream...

To be continued....

Well recently i was at a home depot near my house. We needed rope to make a clothes line and some part for the BBQ. So i was instructed to get the rope while my dad went to get the part. well in the isle that i got the rope it had all the "basic" bondage gear rope, tape, chains , locks they even had bandanas in there so if you need stuff go to home depot. Or any hardware store for that matter.

I'd really like to read about when your sister got revenge.

I didnt think anyone would be interested in hearing about my sisters revenge.
Hope everyone/anyone who read my first anecdote enjoyed it and take a minute to air their opinions.

Well, about a week after Claires 'stupid' experiment we were in the house watching TV again. She started talking about how difficult it was to escape and, rather predictabely started saying things like;
'I bet you couldnt get out...'
'Are you scared or something...'

I dismissed her completely and told her I was trying to watch TV. About an hour later her friend Natalie came round. They disappeared up to Claires room and didnt show for another half hour.

Her friend Natalie is very attractive. Very gaunt, pale skin, short blond hair and green eyes. On this particular day she was wearing those wierd crop trousers, short white sport socks, and a T-shirt with the word 'Booyaah'.

They both came back into the living room and sat down on the sofa across from me. There is NOTHING more infuriating than two girls when they start quietly giggling and glancing over at you. After about a minute of that I told them to 'be quiet'. But in a few more offensive, louder words than that of course ;)

Natalie started telling me how Claire told her I had tied her up. She said it sounded like a lot of fun and qould love to try it. I just frowned at Claire and shook my head disapprovingly. I told Natalie I wanted to watch the TV and they should just go upstairs to Claires room and tie each other up.

Natalie starts smiling and playfully begs me. 'Pleeaase..' she said 'Im just bored and it sounds like a lot of fun'.
She quickly says how she had brung all the stuff she could find in her house for us to use. She gets her bag and pulls out two neat bundles of white cotton rope, a pile of scarves, a pair of handcuffs..??, and a strange looking multicoloured rope.

Natalie comes over with all the stuff in her arms and sits down next to me. Claire comes over and jokingly tells me to stop being such a spoilsport. At this point I started to get suspicious and should have noticed something happening but I also kept in mind that they were just '2 stupid girls who were looking for something to do'.

Natalie said that the handcuffs were fake. I just laughed and told her to stop being stupid. 'Wheres the key?' I asked. She said she didnt need a key since they were fake and anyone could escape from them. 'OK then' I said, so you want me to tie you up. Natalie starts talking about how she wants me to 'teach' her how to tie someone up. So she asks me to tie Claires hands behind her back and show her exactly how to do it.

She hands me one of the white ropes and I begin tying Claires hands behind her back. I make sure its tight and show Natalie each step. Claire tests the ropes when I finish and says she cant escape. Natalie then takes the handcuffs and for a moment I thought she was going to put them on me. But she said that she would prove they were fake. She hands them to me and places her hands behind her back. I click them on each wrist tightly.

Natalie said that while she was escaping I better untie Claires wrists so she can try next. So even before I start to do this Natalie laughs and brings her arms forward, holding the handcuffs in her hands. She smiles and says its really simple. Claire suddenly dares me to try and get out of them. Natalie smiles wickedly and starts ebbing me on. 'If I can do it, it will be easy for you' she says. I refuse of course but they then both start to dare me and ebb me on. For some stupid reason I decide I should just shut them up and give it a try.

Claire says that she escaped from them in 30 seconds and I had just seen Natalie escape in about 10 seconds so I thought it would be pretty straight forward. Natalie quickly grabbed my left wrist and put the cuffs on it. She pulled it behind my back and then quickly pulled my other wrist behind my back and cuffed them tightly together. I quickly started trying to get free while Natalie started untying Claires wrists. When Claire was free I STILL hadnt escaped and they suddenly stood up over me and started to giggle.

Natalie reached into her back pocket and showed me a key for the cuffs. When she had her hands behind her back she got the key from her back pocket and got out that way. Very clever I thought. I told them to let me go but they just shook their heads spitefully.

Natalie came up to me and straddled my hips. Claire suddenly started to tie my feet together. I started to struggle but natalie began to bear hug me and tightened her legs around mine while Claire frantically tied my fet tighter and tighter. Youd be surprised how strong Natalie was considering how skinny she is.

Natalie got up and she grabbed a scarf and wrapped it round my head, blindfolding me. The next thing I know theres lots of cloths being shoved into my mouth. I know now that this was both of their socks. One of them took another scarf and tied it round my head holding the socks in place. What a pair of bitches I was thinking.

I tried shouting but quickly realised it wasnt going to get me anywhere. They both grabbed me by each arm and lowered me to the ground. They were both laughing hilariously and kept clapping or doing high fives or something. I kept thinking to myself I would escape.

But that quickly left my mind when Natalie started tying round my feet again. When she finished she pulled my feet towards my hands and tied the rope round the cuffs, tightly hogtying me.

One of them started wrapping that multicoloured rope round by torso over my arms and around the handcuffs until I couldnt move my arms while the other tied a rope around my knees. They ungagged me and started laughing and joking.

I asked to be untied but they just laughed and told me they would only untie me after I agreed to something. So I obviously asked what it was. Natalie said that they would untie me if I licked one of their feet. I told them to F.off and go to hell. She calmly said that if I refused theyd leave me like this till the first person to come back home found me.

I eventually said that I would consider doing it if it was Natalie but they said theyd only agree if I didnt know who it was. After about 5 minutes or so I shook my head and decided to get on with it. It didnt bother me really because they were only having a laugh and since they were having such a laugh, I was as well I suppose. I just didnt like being in this position to two girls.

After a minute or so of silence I heard Natalie say OK then a couple footsteps. One of them, I dont know who, shoved their foot into my face. I could hear muffled laughter but didnt work out who this was. After about 20 seconds of that crap they both laughed and said they would untie me. But only in half an hour. I laughed and asked them if they were joking. But they giggled and told me to open my mouth.

I refused and hold my mouth tightly shut and shake my head. One of them did this neat little trick where they hold my nose till I had to open my mouth for air. They quickly jammed thir socks in my mouth again and tied the scarf round my head. Quite clever actually for 14 year olds.

I heard them walk out of the room and go upstairs to Claires room. When they were gone I tried frantically to get free but youd be surprised how well two 14 year old girls can tie someone up. After half an hour they came back down and untied me. But it felt more like 2 hours actually.
I was tempted to grab them and get revenge on them but decided I would leave that for another time ;)

We sat down together and watched TV and actually had a great laugh. Before they did that to me I was always nasty to them and kept ignoring them but it sort of broke the ice a little. But I got my revenge eventually....wicked ha ha.

I eventually found out it was my sister who put her feet in my face. Quite disgusting. But funny all the same.

Let me know what you think of my embaressing anecdote.

My brother and his two friends looked at me in bewilderment.

" What's wrong with you !? ", he asked.

I nodded with my head vigourously and yelled " SPIDER !!! " as coherently as the gag allowed.

It was then he noticed the spider near me. By then, I was sobbing and tears streamed my face.

He rushed to my side and squashed the spider with his foot as I continued crying.

" It's OK ! I killed it ! Stop crying, Andrea ! "

I felt weak in the stomach and was nearly wetting myself as well.

My brother undid the bandana and I spat the sodden gag out, my sobs lessening.

Then my surviving partner came in and said, " Bang ! Bang ! Got the both of yas ! ", as he " shot " my brother and his friend.

" Nice distraction, Andrea ! ", he grinned.

Finally, I found my voice. " What ----ing distraction !? I was screaming because a spider nearly ran up my leg ! ", I managed with a embarrassed smile.

" I would've died if you guys had left me here alone ! "

" No fair ! ", my brother complained. " I had to break cover to save Andrea ! You guys know how scared of spiders she is ! "

" Hmmm...I don't remember that being a part of the game rules ", my partner countered.

" Hey, he's right ! ", I added. " You guys got shot fair and square ! You shot Jerry and were about to shoot Kevin when I gagged and couldn't warn them ! "

" I shoulda let the spider get you ", my brother grumbled.

" OK, who wants a rematch ? "

" I think I need the bathroom first ", I said. " Will someone untie me before I need to change my pants !? "

CU Sometime!

~(8-(|) <-- Homer Simpson

Like me Claire is now at university. She is studying a much harder degree than me at Edinburgh Uni. Natalies at Edinburgh Uni as well studying a degree in French and something else. I knew they were both very intelligent and wouldnt fall for some stupid plan like 'lets play a game.......'

So I was thinking about it for ages and gave up at one point when I couldnt think of anything that they would fall for. A couple months passed and one day we were all in the house together, alone. 'Brilliant' I thought.

By now they had completely forgot about everything that had happened previous and were just sitting back on the sofa typing text messages on their phones. I dont know what it is about my sister and her friends but when they used to come back from school, they used to go straight upstairs and change from their school uniforms and into their pyjamas?? Is there anyone else who has witnessed this or even understands it. Why not wear what youve got on? what difference does it make????

Claire was wearing small pink shorts and a white T-shirt with a flower on it. Natalie was wearing a white knee length dress/robe and black knee length socks. By now Natalie had had a haircut and her hair was ear length and had blond streaks through it. They were both just stretched out on the sofa talking and fiddlin with their phones every 5 minutes.

Before I go on Id better let y'all know Im studying a degree in Psychology. I am massively interested in how body language can influence people and how you can convince people to do and say things by subliminally suggesting it to them through small gestures. So I asked them about school and how it was going.

Claire and Natalie are the MOST competetive in the world. They went to the same primary school, same high school and are now at the same University. They compete with each other at everything. So I asked them how school was and who was doing better. I wont give you all the dialogue. But since I knew them so well I managed to trigger their competitiveness and they started to brag and boast about who got the better grade, and who finished first in class, etc etc. Quite develish on my half :) Brilliant though.

I was making it worse by adding in quiet little comments to the conversation like: 'So Claires better than you at maths Natalie?' and 'How did she do better than you in that class Claire....?? you always study for it'. I was being a bit of a trouble maker but it was funny.

Eventually they put the onus on me and asked me the perfect question. 'Who do you thinks the best?'. Ive stole the context of the question, but basically I used the words 'the best' to my full advantage. I took a neutral standpoint and explained that they were pretty much even all the way through. I told them the only way to decide who was 'the best' was to think of something that they hadnt tried yet and see who was 'the best'.

Natalie asked me to quiz them. But that didnt interest me. I said I knew something more fun that they could try. I suggested they should be tied up exactly the same way and see who was the first to escape. Not in those words, but in such a way that it dared each of them to beat each other.
Claire seemed interested and nodded at the idea. Natalie said she would prefer a quiz.

Claire started ebbing Natalie on and says things like; 'Cos you know Ill beat you...'. I could see she was daring her into it so I just sat back till they sorted it out. Eventually they both looked to me and said that they wanted to try it. Their competitiveness was clouding every other thought they may have had. I asked them if they were sure and they both said 'definately' smiling at each other.

I went through to the kitchen and got some clothes lines. When mum had found the last one all cut to shreds she went out and bought another FIVE!! Brilliant I thought. I took one of the rolls which was 20 metres long and unravelled it and cut it into pieces. When I went into the living room Claire suddenly jumped up and started going on about Natalies socks. She says that because Natalie is wearing socks it would somehow biased the game and she might escape easier so I told Natalie she would have to take her socks off since Claire wasnt wearing any.

Claire demanded to be tied up first. 'Me first!' she said. Natalie quickly jumped up said 'No, me first.' looking at Claire adamantly. I suddenly realised I might have just triggered a World War or something. It was hilarious. They were starting to get at each others throats. I quickly noted this and told them we better get on with this before they kill each other. 'No one will go first' I said. I will tie you both up at the same time. OK? OK.

I told Natalie to take her socks off and they both sat down next to each other. I pisitioned them both exactly the same with their feet together and hands behind their back. I took one of the ropes, crossed Natalies wrists over and tied them tightly together. She kept clenching her fists and pulling trying to gain some advantage or something. I then did exactly the same to Claire.

I went to Natalies feet and crossed over her ankles. I tied the rope around her ankles and made sure I tied all the knots in front so she couldnt reach them. I did exactly the same to Claire. I told them to turn over onto their stomachs. I took a rope and started tying it round Natalies elbows and gradually tightened it until her elbows were almost touching. She said it was quite strainful but didnt complain too much. Claire is very flexible and can actually bend her legs round her head and do all sorts of weird things. I managed to tie her elbows together very tightly and she didnt even flinch.

I then tied above each of their knees. Then after that I tied a rope to their ankles and pulled it towards their hands and tied it to the rope between their wrists. They were both now tightly hogtied and kept looking at each other as if they were unsure they would escape. Natalie asked if there was anything easier they could escape from and Claire laughed and told her she was getting scared.

I disappeared upstairs to my room and they obviously tried to escape when I was gone cos they were a couple metres apart when I returned. I had with me big roll of duct tape ;) Natalie said she didnt want to be gagged with that stuff cos she couldnt breath with it over her mouth so I decided for safety sake not to bother with that. I had a better idea. I dragged them both back to their positions and lay them a metre apart again. I started to secure the duct tape tightly around their ankles and wrists until all the rope had disappeared.

They both complained and moaned at me. Come on Stuart Claire said. Theres no need no make it F**IN impossible. Thats the whole plan I said and laughed out loud. I then quite wickedly taped all their fingers together. I took the scarves from the last time and blindfolded them. Then I took Natalie socks and put one in each of their mouths and tied rope around their heads to secure them in. I smugly told them they could try and escape now and sat down and started to laugh at them.

I heard them shouting to let them go but I just pretended I couldnt make out what they were saying. I left them like that for about an hour and a half and eventually untied them. When I untied them they both gave me looks of hate but could thankfully saw the funny side, eventually.

We will call that a draw then I said. I told you you were about even didnt I? I suppose that was your revenge then wasnt it? I didnt say if it was I just laughed and told them 'maybe....'. Natalie said she would have escaped if the duct tape wasnt there. But I know she wouldnt have and so did she.

They then made me quiz them on all sorts of things for the next 2 hours. So I sort of got my punishment for starting them off I guess. In the end Natalie got 160 questions correct to Claires 130 (or something like that) Natalie won and thats all that mattered to her.

After that nothing ever happened again because they both started going to after school clubs and I started a part-time job. Claire managed to get her revenge though. She was a right sneaky b**tch. I have lots of different things that happened I could tell you about but I dont want to write too much. But if you want to know let me know and Ill let you know :)

If youre still online and read this on time, please tell me about youre sisters 'sneaky' revenge. I would LOVE to hear about it.

That was a great story. Ive enjoyed reading all of yours.
Ive no stories of my own but I just like to read them.

My sisters do that as well when they finish school Stuart. They run upstairs and change into their pyjamas. Good question actually. Why do they do that? I dont know :)

Damian.

Ill post my sisters 'sneaky' revenge soon :D

One night she had about 4 of her friends over and they just wouldnt shut up in the living room so I decided to go to my room. Im sure if anyone reading has sisters will know what Im talking about. When there is a group of 14 year olds having a 'pyjama party' - ALL MEN BEWARE.

I decided to try to get to sleep since the TV was crap and I was getting bored with the computer. Eventually at about midnoght I got to sleep. Even though they were laughing and making so much noise.

I wish I wasnt such a heavy sleeper, but I am. I remember waking up and my hands were above my head and at my headboard. My hands were handcuffed to my bedframe. There was no-one in my room and I was initially very puzzled. But I suddenly realised what was happening when I heard one of her friends whisper in midst of giggling 'Quickly, he might wake up'.

Claire must have sneaked in and quietly handcuffed my wrists to my headframe. They were impossible to escape from and were on my wrists quite tightly. Next thing I know all four of them walk in my room and Claires got lots of ropes in her arms. They all look at me and laugh and clap their hands in hilarity. Oh just great I thought.

Her friends were all very attractive. You know those people you just love to hate cos theyre so good looking. They were those sort of friends. Their names were Leigh-Ann, Steph, and Lauren. I wont describe them individually but they were all slim, straight blonde/blonde/black hair, and most annoyingly loved to giggle.

They were all wearing skimpy pyjamas to my horror. Even more to my horror Claire was wearing just black underpants and a small matching bra. In other words they were wearing either underpants/shorts and T-shirt-bra. And considering how attractive they were I started to DEMAND to be let go but they all just laughed.

They kept joking and eventually I realised they were having a laugh so I sort of went along with it. Claire jumped on top of me and straddled me. 'Think you can escape from these handcuffs Stuart?' she asked smugly. The other three started unravelling the ropes and kept looking at me. Claires words were 'Were just going to tie you up with these ropes, then after weve had some fun we'll let you go at 6'. 'Its 2 oclock in the f***kin morning' I shouted.

They all just laughed and told me they knew what time it was. Claire got up and pulled my bedsheet away from me to reveal I was only wearing my boxers. They all looked and smiled. One of her friends Leigh-Ann looked at Claire suggestively and Claire just laughed and said 'He's my brother you idiot, no way....' Thank god I thought.

Suddenly two of them grabbed each of my feet and started wrapping rope around them. They made it tight then pulled me down and began tying the ends of the ropes to the other end of my bed. I tried fighting against them but the next thing I know they take it in pairs to tie my legs to the bedframe and make sure I am stretched to the absolute limit.

Steph came up to me and asked me to open my mouth. Before I did I told them that the cuffs were hurting. They looked at each other then told me that they would only take them off if I promised not to try anything. I thought about it but decided that I wouldnt. After all, a promise is a promise. Claire undid the cuffs and there was red marks around my wrists. She then straddled me and told me to cross my wrists and hold them out in front of me. Before I did this I asked her if she would just let me go. She said just to do what she said because otherwise they would do this by force.

I thought about it for a moment. I would have loved it actually if they did it by force, but I just held my hands out and Claire began to tie them tegether with force. She made sure each knot was tight and there was no rope left. She then took the handcuffs, put one of the cuffs around the rope between my wrists, then attatched them to the headframe. Steph then put lots of socks in my mouth then used lots of duct tape to keep them in place.

For the next five minutes all four of them tickled me everywhere and it was hilarious. Claire then came up to me and was holding the keys to the cuffs. She placed it on my stomach and said that they would be in at 6 to let me go. But if I wanted to get out before then, I knew where the key was. They all laughed and shut my door leaving me in my darkened room, tied helplessly to my bed. I tried to get the key but gave up after about a minute.

They kept checking up on me every half hour. Steph came in and was talking to me for about 10 minutes. Ill never forget her words. 'Youre such a good listener...' What an idiot I thought, I couldnt speak and in any other circumstance would have ran a mile from her. Woman.

They let me go at 6 and I had to get up for the next day because I couldnt get back to sleep. It was a good laugh though and I bear no grudges.

Anyone else had a similar experience? Id love to hear about it :)

SUGGESTION: Why isn't there a seperate section on this site which displays clean pics? 'Cause I feel it gets rather redundant only reading and not seeing.

Also, keep up the good stories folks. This site is awesome.

It takes place on the night my sister had her last day of skool and patrick and i slept in my room and my sister and her friends slept in the living room. about 10pm we got bored.....we decided that we would spy on my sister and her friends. I lost the coin toss to see who goes first so I left the room quietly I went behind the sofa. I sneak by the edge and peaked as they were playing truth or dare. 5 minutes later I was into it so much I forgot the fact that i was visible from the kitchen. I was suddenly grabbed from behind and my arm was twisted behind my back (u should know that hurts like hell) I gave a shout and they all heard it and kerry threw me on the sofa and before I could get away half of them jumped on me. they put a strip of tape over my mouth and tied my torso wrists ankiels and knees with rope. Then they all huddled around whispering what to do with me I heard a giggle and the words makeup in it mixed. Then I knew i was screwed if patrick didn't save me..........

Perhaps it is not surprising that these resources make no reference to using these skills to tie up our friends (although my own experience as a scout years ago suggests that most kids are only too willing to apply their knowledge in this way) so I am going to take the liberty of drawing attention to a few points. I know that this board has some younger readers and there is no reason why they should not benefit but first a couple of reminders, particularly for them. First, never tie someone's limbs so tightly that circulation is disrupted. If a lashing is applied correctly, it should still be inescapable without being dangerously tight. Second, never leave someone alone for more than a few seconds if they are tied strictly, or more especially gagged, and be prepared to free them if they show signs of distress or ask to be released. Remember, there is a point when TUGs can cease to be fun.

Simply as regards knots, only a very basic knowledge is required. I doubt if there is anyone who is not familiar with a square knot (reef knot in UK and Australia etc.). "Knots" are normally only required to secure the ends of a rope when we have finished securing our prisoner and this one is sufficient for most of our needs. Carry out the search I have suggested and you will have all the information you need.

Far more important is the ability to apply an effective and secure lashing. A lashing is a means of tying together two "spars" or similar so that they do not come apart. In this case, simply substitute "wrists" or "ankles" for spars! Again your web search will produce detailed information on how to tie effective lashings (the most important are the diagonal, square and shear - or round - lashing) but I will add a few pointers gleaned from a scouting childhood spent capturing (or being captured by) my friends.

Always try to begin by tying your prisoner's wrists. If he/she is a willing victim this won't be a problem (they will expect it). If not, then it limits retaliation and the ability to escape (if you don't believe me try running with your hands tied behind your back. Your inability to use your arms to balance will severely hamper you!). If you have read much on this site you will know that tyees more often than not have their wrists crossed. This is the basis of the classic diagonal lashing. A few turns are taken around both wrists first in one direction and this is then repeated at 90º (i.e. turns are taken both horizontally and vertically). These turns can then be tightened by cinching or "frapping" by leading the rope around the binding effectively between both wrists (refer to diagrams on the various web sites). There are a couple of important things to note here. First, your turns should be secure but not so tight as to affect circulation and second, try to ensure an even tension throughout. Provided the tension is even your frapping turns will enable you to control the overall tightness of the lashing and ensure that it is inescapable without being dangerously tight. Just bear in mind though that even one carelessly applied turn may leave sufficient slack in the middle of the rope for your prisoner to work on and ultimately obtain his/her freedom.

Some more pointers for you. First, have your prisoner hold his hands (or force them if he is a little fractious) reasonably high up the small of his back (well above the waist line) and apply the first turns of rope vertically around his wrists. Make sure these turns are reasonably tight. Then follow with the horizontal turns etc. You will find that if tied in this way your victim will only be able to lower his/her arms a short way (they will be kept much higher than normal) because of the pressure from the vertical turns and it will be impossible for even a very flexible person to bring his bound arms round his feet and thus in front of him (avoid this at all costs - once in front, he can tackle your knots with his teeth!). When playing games as a child we always felt this was a much neater solution than tying his hands to a rope around his middle (and always seemed to be much more frustrating for the victim!). Next, secure the ends of the rope (a square knot?). If you tie this knot on the back of your prisoner's wrists and as far from his fingers as possible it will be impossible for him to reach them. As an additional precaution, any loose ends of rope can be tucked into the lashing. Remember, if he is able to reach a rope end, tugging on it will almost certainly result in your knots working free in time - bad result! Finally, step back, admire your handiwork and ask your victim to struggle for a few moments. Even the most compliant tyee will rarely pass up such a request - by now he will in all probability be wondering if it was such a good idea in the first place and he also knows that, with his hands now tied securely behind his back, it is too late for such doubts. If you have done your work properly he will quickly realise the futility of continuing his struggles and it will have told you what you need to know - your lashing is not going to come loose and your friend remains tied until you decide otherwise.

Now get your buddy on the floor and start on his ankles. Most people use a simple parallel tie here (refer to a shear or round lashing on your scouting web sites), but if you get him/her to cross her ankles in the same way as the wrists and then apply a diagonal lashing as above there are various advantages. First, with the feet/ankles crossed in this way and assuming no other bonds are added (e.g. hog-ties etc) it will be impossible for the prisoner to stand since he/she would have to do so on one leg! Additionally it again makes it more difficult (impossible?) for the more flexible to bring the arms around in front. At this point, I should mention that girls tend to be more supple than boys. The latter will generally find performing this trick much more difficult. Think very carefully about where you should tie the final knots. Place them on the far side of his feet (towards the instep) where fingers should be unable to reach.

If you decide to hog-tie your victim turn him/her onto his stomach. You will now discover another benefit of the diagonal lashing applied to his feet. You will find his knees remain spread far apart while his bound ankles rise naturally off the floor. It is a simple matter to add a further tie between wrist and ankle and once more take care with the positioning of your knots. The tighter the connecting cord is made the less movement he will have in his fingers but be careful not to overdo this. Once more I would stress that girls tend to be more supple than boys and consequently can endure a stricter hog-tie. With the latter, overdo it and you may induce extremely painful cramp. If you have previously gagged him (and lets face it, do you really want him whinging for the next hour or two?) he may not be able to tell you of his discomfort. Much better to add the gag after you have got him "comfortable" (and don't forget a safe word or signal and a sharp knife so you can free him quickly if necessary).

As kids we rarely used the hog-tie (we didn't know it by that name) but we discovered that, having placed our prisoner on his stomach we could further inconvenience him by spreading his knees as far apart as possible and then tying a stout stick to the backs of them. The stick kept his knees uncomfortably apart and the projection beyond them (maybe twelve inches or so) made it quite impossible to turn over and thus sit up. You were condemned to remain lying on your stomach until released. If we were concerned that he might somehow manage to reach the bonds on his feet with his hands we were not above taking a cord from his wrists, over his shoulders, around his chest, back over his other shoulder and then securing it again to his hands. This could be tightened at will to ensure he had no freedom of movement in his hands what so ever.

Finally, gags. We rarely used tape as we played most of our games outdoors and just didn't have it available. That being said, my own experience is that it is rarely effective unless wrapped tightly several times around the prisoner's head (and it can be extremely uncomfortable when it is removed). We generally used cloth rags as cleave gags, usually with a handkerchief stuffed in the mouth for packing. We all agreed that it was reasonably effective at silencing someone and it looked great! Words are generally unintelligible and the sound of the voice is largely muffled. During our "war games" we sometimes used an alternative, particularly if a prisoner had made his capture particularly difficult. A stick stripped of its bark, approximately a foot long and a little less than an inch in diameter would be wrapped in a handkerchief to pad it. This would then be forced between the teeth of the prisoner and tied in place with a bootlace. If tied sufficiently tight speech is impossible since the wood keeps the jaws very firmly apart, but do make sure you use a cloth pad to protect the mouth! I have seen this type of gag referred to a couple of times in the archives.

I hope you have found this helpful and do check out the scout web sites for knotting info. Above all, have fun but be safe!

Keep up the good stories folks.

I have an older Step Sister, Leigha (5 years older) and at first she and I never really got a long though we do now. (I think a lot of it had to do with the age difference.) Anyways the summer before I started high school she and I watched a movie with someone getting tied up. I guess by my reaction she thought I was interested in bondage(and was correct. but at the time never understood.) Next day she and I are home alone when she asked me to go into the family room. There she had ropes and a scarf She explained that she wanted me to know what it felt like so she tied me up and when I portested about how tied she tied my hands behind me she tied the rope around my upper body and torso tighter. She had me sit on the couch and tied my legs above and below the knees and my ankles then her boyfriend, Mitchell came in and I knew that since she and I where home alone for several hours she wanted time alone with him (you can figure out why) I opened my mouth to protest she stuffed the scarf into my mouth and was able to wrap it around my head twice before tying it around my head.
After two hours of struggling and no hope of getting free she came back and took the gag out. She asked if I liked it and Mitchell asked if I would be the captive when she and he and their buddies had paint ball wars... So basically I spent the whole summer tied up at least 3 hours 3 days a week...
Now what I wanted to tell everyone was what really happend to the Homecoming Princess..(In my town we have one a queen and a freshman is elected the princess..)
Leigha was elected Queen and I got princess.(I was skipped ahead a grade so if anyone is wondering how I could be 5 years younger.) Homecoming dance came and I got a strange feeling I would end up bound and gagged and guess what it happened. As I was leaving Mitchell's 3 friends from the football team had a van ready and made a big scene out of kidnapping me. Most of the students comming out of the dance got freaked out but my mother explained to the teachers that this was part of the senior fundraiser.(Every year at my high school the senior class would do a fundraiser for a charity of their choice. So the "note" went out that if enough money was not collected by Tuesday (I was kidnapped on a Saturday) I would not be seen again. The senior class did raise about $12,500 (highest amount ever raised by a senior class) for my release and gave it to the foundation for missing and exploited children type organization. Forget the name at the moment. (Everyone thought it was a clever tie in) What people do not know is that for those 3 days I was for the most part tied up and gagged and held at one of the football players house. My hands tied behind me my arms tied to my side my ankles tied and a gagged in my mouth and tied around my head. I was feed ( a lot) and given restroom breaks so everyone had fun.

I find it amazing that someone would do something like that. Your mother allowed it also? How would she know you were okay with being "kidnapped"? Did she have any idea they'd go so far as to tie you up? (Did they tie you up before or after they took you to their house?)

Thanks for sharing your awesome story.

I do need to correct the amount raised 2,500 not 12,500.

So here I was pulled into the van which speed off as soon as I am inside and the door is shut. The football player was named Sam and he explained that I was kidnapped again and that I would be a captive at his house for a few days. I was gagged before I could say a word then my hands was tied behind me. My ankles where tied together and the long way was taken to his home. I was tied up for an hour in the van Sam then took me down to his family's spare room. He sat me in a chair and tied me to it then he said. "You might as well have fun with it too. No school monday and you can struggle all you want". He tied me up in various positions.

Anyway, thanks for the clarifications. Wow, it must have been quite a time for the both of you.

It's winter Down Under - and it's been real raincoat weather lately - sooooo here's a few more stories to help banish the gloom with more bondage fun and games from Club Staiputt in Relaxation Therapy, more hand-gagging fun in the latest instalment of Lisa: A Handy Girl to Have around, Parts 2 and 3 of Donor as well as several other tales for your reading pleasure.

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my sister, fourteen years old, was left in charge when my parents would go out, even when they'd take off over night,(btw- i'm 15 now and not allowed that amount of responsibility; so unfair!)

my sister was aloud to invite friends over, as was i if it was made ok with all parents involved,
every time lyndsy was invited over, and my parents would be out for over an hour, i'd get tied up, and lyndsy and my sister put enough fear in me, that i wouldn't dare tell on them,

my sister and her friends were all skater girls (not that most of them could actually skate), but avril clones none-the-less, me being into the popstar bands brittany/N'sync/christina/etc bands really seemed to make them detest me, among teasing my clothes and music constantly, they'd let lyndsy victimize me in anyway she saw fit, ironically i'm all punky now and detest that poppy garbage

after being tied up a dozen plus times, now years later i find that i'm actually desiring it, and even had my ex-boyfriend (good riddance! btw) tie me up, i really was feeling like a big freak about the whole thing, but luckily there is the internet which showed me i'm not alone,

i'll tell some stories of my strange past, victimized by lyndsy next time i'm on

Sorry I didnt reply sooner but I just read it now.....
Hope to hear from you again buddy :)

Im quite interested in bondage in real life.
Although I must admit I dont like it in a sex kind of way.
But its always good to spice things up if you know what I mean ;)

I can remember the first time I was ever tied up. I must have been about 11-12 I think. I was at my best friends Leeannes house. It was supposed to be a girls night in but all the others couldnt make it so that only left us two.

At about 10-11 we were just foolin around and for some random reason we started having a pillow fight. It was hilarious cos we were boltng about the room and throwing pillows, sheets or matresses at each other. Leeanne kept saying she was 'gonna get me' midst her laughter for messing up her room.

Next thing I know she grabs me, gets on top of me and ties my wrists behind my back with a skipping rope. I was quite surprised and tried to get free but she was too quick and it was too tight. She pulled my feet up and used the rest of the rope to tie my ankles together. So my hands were tied and connected to my feet which were tied. I could barely move and she couldnt stop laughing.

She left me like that for about five minutes while she tidied her room. She teased me and tickled me then untied me. I had red marks round my wrists and ankles and moaned at her not to do that again (even though I quite liked it) Although, at the time I wasnt sure why.

Anyway, hope I havent taken up too much of your time folks. I would be interested in checking up on this site every now and again. How many people can remember their first ever bondage experience? Was it by accident, having a laugh or something different? Id be interested to find out. Let me know :)

Steph

Susan

wanna hear more ?

ps can i have feed back from girls and boys to see if it was good enough because it was a very very true and exiting story

Year 2000! everyone thought the world would end! Y2K! Y2K!
it didn't, and wow, what an annoying ordeal that was!
the world didn't end, but my life did change, my sister had made a new friend that didn't like me so much, it was a releif from her friends who babied me and called me kid, and cute, but still the relief vanished soon, replaced by torment,

My parents left all the time, they'd go out for dinner and movies, go out of town for the weekend, this used to be cool until lyndsy came around

it was the summer and school was out, my parents where going out for the night, they where seeing some play or the opera or something, out of state, so they wouldn't be home until the next day.

My sister kelly, 14 years old was left in charge, my aunt and uncle lived in town and where a phone call away, and that was good enough for my parents, not that they leave me alone in the house at 15 damn it!

My sister invited two friends over lyndsy and laurie (not related), i wasn't alowed to invite anyone over, or use the internet, or play games, or leave the house, or do anything that resembled fun, i was grounded for shoplifting, which was an accident, i was distracted when i left the store with a cd in hand, but the store clerk nor my parents believed me, but this weekend would be the end of that 2 weeks of boredom and imprisonment,

My sister was blonde like me, aside from the dyed red streaks, had long hair, was around 5' 4" at the time, and she was thin, emphasis on the 'was' ~;)
she like her friends where skater girls, all 14yrs old, this was actually before the avril pheonomenon, luckily, but they where soon to wear stupid ties and the like,
my sister was wearing oversized skater camoflauge pants, a long chain hanging from the belt, rainbow striped socks, spiked braclets, and i think a slipknot shirt

Laurie had shoulder length black hair, was tall, like 5'7" or something, and kind of chunky but shapely, which made my sister and lyndsy jealous of her big boobs, she was wearing way oversized jeans, black thick socks, those lame 80's striped arm bands, and a metallica tshirt, i'm sure of that, because i remember detesting metallica at the time,

lyndsy was slightly shorter than my sister, she had stawberry blonde hair tied in two short braids, she was very lanky, but very strong despite, some freckles, oversized army pants that hung low and showed the elastic of her black boxers, black socks, a spiked dog collar around her neck, and an undersized black tshirt with a white skull on it, her shirt small enough that it didn't cover her bellybutton, and tight enough to make it clear she didn't wear a bra, slut! ~;)

Ok, first things first, i was 11 years old, and am so much cooler now, and despise all that i was then, as lyndsy did then, i was into the pop-scene, my walls defiled by posters of britney, N'sync, backstreet boys, i think i was around 4'5", short for my age, as i still am damn it! thin as a rail, long blonde hair tied in a ponytail, despite the blonde factor, i kind of looked like emma watson, the girl from the harry potter movies, which i got teased about when that damn movie came out, and was a bitter subject for some time, oh, and i'm much cuter than her! ~;)

I was wearing my bed clothes, it was the evening and i wasn't alowed to go anywhere anyway, i was barefoot with cotton pink pyjama bottoms with images of bears and baloons,
and a pale-pink shirt with a heart in the middle with the word love with a silver border, i had to keep my arms down in it otherwise it would expose my lower stomach, which the site of, would turn my damn family into tickle monsters, i know the outfit was lame, but the shirt made my ex-bf speechless when i squeezed into it and modelled it for him several months ago,

Dinner was done, my parents where gone, i was listenning to music in my bedroom, on my back on my bed with my legs straight up and along my headboard and wall, headphones on and singing along to christina, my sister and her friends where being loud and giggly in the living room watching some movie,

lyndsy passed my bedroom, on the way back from the bathroom no doubt, and was laughing at me from my open bedroom door, when i noticed her i lifted the earphones off my ears, "what?" i asked with a screw you face on,

"how can you listen to that garbage? it every note makes you dumber you know," lyndsy said, or something close to that and just as rude

"how can you be such a big bitch all the time?" i asked with a big smile, quite proud of my vulgar but quick come back, it was a mistake, we exchange lots of little insults and such, but i never went as far as to call her a bitch,

lyndsy was blown away, arms and shoulders dropped, head jutted forward with mouth open, "you little!" is all she said and she charged in my room,

I screeched tossing my headphones off and scrambled to get away, i thought she was going to beat me up or something, she was quick though and i didn't even make it off my bed,

older, quicker, and stronger lyndsy grabbed my ankles as i attempted to crawl quickly off my bed, and yanked, pulling me flat on my stomach, she then pounced on me, sitting on my butt pinning me down, i struggled but was trapped under her, "Help!" i yelled, hoping for assistance from my sister,

"i'll show you what happens when you call me a bitch!" lyndsy said, she reached over to one of my pillows and pulled the case off, i had no idea what the hell she was doing, but next thing i know she's pulling my wrists behind my back, "LET GO!" i yelled, but she didn't,

i fought to get my wrists free but her firm grasp was unshakable, pinning my wrists together with one hand she wrapped the pillow case around my wrists and tied it tight, wrapped it again to and tied it again in some elaborate knot, she let go and i tried to get my wrist free, she did a good job, my hands where secure behind my back,

"What are you doing?!" exclaimed my sister from the door, seeing lyndsy sitting on me, my hands tied behind my back,

"she called me a bitch! so she's getting punished," lyndsy said,

"Kelly help me! Lyndsy get the F##k off me!"i protested, but my sister didn't help, her and laurie where laughing at me, lyndsy joined in and all three where laughing,

"GET OFF ME!!" i screamed,

"Shut up!" Lyndsy said laughingly, and pulled another pillow case off, i saw it loop over in front of my face,

"NO stop! Kelly do something!" she pulled it across my mouth and tied it behind my head tightly, now knawing on the case my protest where muffled

"hold her still," Lyndsy said, and to my dismay, Laurie came in and replaced lyndsy sitting on me, pinning me to my bed, being heavier than lyndsy i protested muffled through my gag, "Let me go! get the f@@K off me! Goddamn it kelly do something!!" most of which wasn't very clear or audible,

Kelly sat on the bed by my head, my eyes flashing both pleading and angry at her, "i told you not to mess with lyndsy, i told you she won't put up with your shit like it do", my own sister, betrayed me, the bitch,

kicking my feet into lauries back was interupted as lyndsy sat on my legs and i could feel the third and last of the pillow cases wrapping my ankles and tying my bare feet together,

The girls got off me and all three of them stood over my bed, my sisters arms crossed, lyndsys hands on her hips proudly, all laughing as i squirmed around like a worm, unable to get free from the overly tight bondage, swearing at them through my gag,

"lets hogtie her," said Lyndsy, As if this wasn't bad enough! i thought, still struggling, but careful not to fall off my bed, my shirt rose up exposing my stomach and i struggled to pull it down from the back, it sucked alot, but it was still a little bit fun, i had been grounded and extremely bored lately, and even though it was at my expense, my sister and her friends where sort of hanging out with me,

nearly got my shirt to cover my navel when lyndsy pulled me onto my stomach, i tried to wiggle free but she held me firm, she was pulling my feet towards my hands by the pillow case, "Kelly, give me your chain" Lyndsy said motioning to the long dog chain hanging from her belt,
"Use something else," my sister protested, not wanting to disrupt her ensemble,

"i'll get the duct tape from the kitchen," Laurie said running off, THEY where all against me!, my dad broke the kitchen window from the outside with a ladder, he had put plastic up with duct tape as a temporary solution, thus there was ducttape sitting on the window sill with some other tools he handn't put away

i struggled, but lyndsy held me firm, when laurie got back lyndsy pulled my feet very close to my hands so that they were touching, loudly protesting as best i could through my gag, they ignored me, laurie began wrapping the tape from between my ankles to between my wrists, around and around and around,

"Let me," lyndsy said taking the tape even though i was securely trapped in a hogtie, she wrapped the tape around the pillow cases on my wrists and ankles then taped my hands together so i didn't have any chance of getting free,

they all got up, standing over me and laughing again as i struggled with what tiny bit of mobility i had, i could only roll from my side to stomach,

"is she ticklish?" lydsy asked my sister, OH GOD NO! i thought, "she's super ticklish," my sister laughed, BITCH! i thought, and protested through my gag as the crept towards me,

i was doomed, on my stomach my bare feet jutted helplessly in the air, side by side and imobilzed by the tape which nearly reached my heels, turning on my side would just offer them my exposed and stretched out stomach, i wanted to swear at them and tell them i was going to tell on them but i was gagged, and seeing all three of them tickling motion hands come towards me i could just giggle and scream in anticipation through my gag,

I went ballistic in screetching laughter, lyndsy sitting next to my feet, had her nails clawing and tickling, one hand on each bare sole, laurie was by my shoulders holding me immobile on my side tickling my neck and around my ears lightly with her free hand, and my traitorous bitch sister sat infront of my exposed and immoblie stomach and tickled the hell out of it and my ribs

Being the baby of the family, i was acustomed to being tickle tortured, my parents, my sister, aunts, uncles, cousins, and cruel freinds who knew of my super ticklishness, but i was tied up and helpless, i couldn't budge an inch away from the tickling, plus all three of them tickling me at the same time!! i could do nothing but laugh madly in paniced insainity

it couldn't have been over 2 minutes, but the relentless tickling from 3 sides left me exhausted and sweaty by the time they stopped, lyndsy of course stopped last, fingers causing electrical blast through my brain as she attacked my feet, even as my sister was saying, "ok lets stop, she's starting to cry,"

they all sat around me as i caught my breath, shaking the hair that loosened from my pony tail from my sweaty brow,

"what now?" asked laurie,

"lets tickle her more," lyndsy said drawing a nail along my left foot from heel to toes causing me to emmit a giggle-squeek through my gag, please NO! i thought paniced

"no, lets give her a break and watch the rest of the movie," Kelly said, my sister came through after all!

"we going to untie her?" laurie asked, still beaming in amusement from tickle torturing a helpless 11 year old girl, the bitches! all of them!

My sister appeared to reach for my bindings at that, but stopped when lynsy piped in "No, lets leave her, she'll learn never to call me a bitch again!", my sister shrugged,

And they left to watch there stupid movie! leaving me helplessly bound on my bed, all sweaty, my skinny belly exposed, and my nose was itchy!

Not being tickled mercilessly now, i was actually finding it a bit fun to be tied up, i tried and tried to get my fingers loose to attempt an escape but i couldn't, it was hopeless, it was weird being helpless like that, and i kind of liked it despite the discomfort,

But lyndsy was an evil bitch, and there would be no fun for me, she entered the room alone, but not unknown for i could hear laurie and my sister laughing from the living room, she had a cd case in her hand, put it in my cd player then walked over to me, put on my headphones and ran a band of tape from one to the other under my chin,

before she hit the play button she said, "if you tell on me for tying you up, your sister will get in trouble too you know," somehow she knew, no matter what happenned me and my sister had a pact to not tell on the other, "Oh, and if you tell on me, i will tie you up again, you know you can't stop me, and i'll tickle you till you pee!" with that she gave me some quick tickles on my stomach, forcing laughter from me, disrupting my angry expression

She hit play, i was horrified to hear it was one of my parents cds, some really bad 80s band, it drowned out lyndsy's laughter as she walked out of my room,

i had to listen to 3 full sucking songs before managing to shake the cursed headphones off, and wiggle enough to knock them off my bed and far away from my ears as possible

I think it was an full hour that i was left tied up, i struggled the whole time but was just as helpless as i was to start, my muscles started hurting, and then stopped and where just kind of numb,

after forever lyndsy came into the room, "Kelly says i should untie you now," Sweet! freedom, the novelty of being tied up had worn off and i was just getting bored

"and i will, when i'm done," lyndsy said, "i see ya got the headphones off," evil laughter at my expense followed,

with a eyeliner pencil in hand she proceeded to draw on my face, i think she gave me a moustache and wrote something on my forehead, my face moved from angry glaring to smiling to angry for the pencilling tickled, after drawing my nose black like someone playing a cat in a play, the drawing stopped, but the tickling started,

"you're probly one of the most ticklish people i know," she said calmly as her hands flashed, one on my stomach, one on my ribs, then both on my feet, then both on my stomach, then one on my stomach, one digging under my arm and into my armpit, i could only laugh my brains out, being tickled relentlessly while imobile would turn anyone into an uncontrolled mess,

After 5 minutes i was pathetic, i couldn't even look angrily at lyndsy, she broke me, tickling me without mercy or even a breather, causing me hysterics with her cruel constantly moving fingers, i wanted to scream help, mercy, sorry, or anything lyndsy wanted to hear, but gag aside i could only laugh, luckily 5 minutes was enough this time, lyndsy got her torture fix,

after the torture she untied me, i think my sister may have felt a bit guilty for she let me use the net for a while, even though i was forbidden while grounded, lyndsy continued to tease me, but i was alot more careful with my come-backs,

i never told my parents, not wanting to get my sister in trouble, and out of fear of lyndsy, unlucky for me, having tied me up with support from even my sister, and with no reprecussions, lyndsy made it a hobbie, and 9 times out of 10, if she was over and my parents where gone, she'd tie me up with little provication, or just for the hell of it,

i'll tell more stories soon of getting tied up by lyndsy, and perhaps even some more recent stories where i actually was willing and liked it

the first part shaped up real well and i cant wait for the second part

to courtney:
it sounds like you had a good time there. i wouldve if it were me.

excellent stories both of you!!!

At this point, the bigger boy gleefully began locking the box up. He fastened both draw latches and the spring latch in the center. Then, he turned the box on its side and tried to pick it up. He couldn't. So, I walked over, grabbed the handle, and carried the footlocker around like a suitcase for a few seconds. The boy inside was saying, "This is fun!" We let him out after about 30 seconds.

I am 13 years old and I have a story from about a week ago. My friend Corey, 13 too, was at my house and we were trying to think of something to do and I suggested we play basketball. (by the way: i am about 5'8", 145 pounds and i have brown hair and eyes. Corey is shorter and probably weighs around 135. He was wearing cargo shorts and a T-shirt and I had on basketball shorts and a T-shirt). So, we decided that the loser gets tied-up. We played and the first one to 21 wins, which I did. He had to get tied-up. So I led him down into my basement. I went in the other room and got my bag of supplies. I told him to sit in a chair and put his hands behind his back. I took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed his wrists behind the chair. Then I took some rope and tied it around him just above and below the elbow. Then I tied his legs together just above and below the knees. Finally, I removed his sneakers and tied his ankles together. Then I took off his ankle socks and stuffed it in his mouth and wrapped some duct tape around his head about four or five times. I left him like that for about an hour, then I untied him. Let me know if you liked this story and if anybody wants to talk.

..........to be continued...........

Then the torture started.

............to be continued..............

When only one person is tying somebody up, , how come that soembody can't pull the arms free right when anothe rperson is tying them because they would have to hold both of hands with only one?

About a month ago, Dad got a new job and has to travel sometimes. The first time he was gone for five days, we had to go stay with our aunt. Neither Grant or I liked that, and we convinced Dad that we could stay alone. He warned us not to get into trouble, and said he would try it once and see what happens.

On Friday morning we left for school and Grant (he’s finishing his senior year) and I left for school. When we got home, Grant asked me if I would like to wear my gear for a while, and I said yes. I got out the gear, and Grant said I should take off all of my clothes. Usually I wear my briefs when I’m tied up. So I stripped, and Grant strapped me into my jacket and then added my ballgag and then he added the straps he gave me for my birthday. They tie my legs together at my ankles and above my knees. Then he took some rope and pulled my legs up and tied me in a hogtie. It was great. Finally Grant said that I make too much noise even with the gag, so he added wraps of silver duck tape. That really shut me up good.

After a while Grant said he was going to fix dinner. I tried to let him know that I wanted to be untied, but he ignored me. Finally, he untied my hogtie and legs and told me to go to the bathroom. When I returned, he removed the gag. I asked him why he didn’t let me out of the straightjacket, and he laughed and made me sit in a chair and used the rope to tie me to the chair. Then he said he didn’t want me to get into any trouble while Dad was gone, and that I would stay tied up until Monday when he would let me go so I could go to school. I said that was impossible, and he had better let me go, but he didn’t. He fed me dinner, and then put the gag back along with the duck tape. He let me go from the chair, but tied a rope on one leg, and then to my other leg with about a foot of rope between them. I could walk, but not run. I stayed that way until bedtime. Then Grant told me to go to the bathroom, and then he hogtied me on my bed, still gagged and he added the blindfold. I complained, abut there was nothing I could do.

I stayed tied up all day Saturday, usually able to walk around the house. Grant kept me gagged except when he fed me. Late Saturday afternoon Grant saw our Aunt and Uncle drive up to the house. He grabbed me and pulled me into the closed in the bedroom and shut the door. I could hear them talking. Grant said that I was visiting a friend. Our Aunt said she was checking up on us and wanted to take us to dinner. Grant said he could go, but I was eating with my friends. So they went. I was really scared still all tied up in the closet but there was nothing I could do.

After a couple of hours, they returned. Grant told my Aunt and Uncle that we were fine, and they went away. Then Grant ran to the closet and asked if I was OK. I nodded that I was OK but wanted to be untied. But Grant only released the hogtie and let me go to the bathroom, and then he fed me dinner. When the gag was out, I really complained and said that I wanted to be untied, but Grant held my nose until I opened my mouth and then he shoved the gag back in and more duck tape. Then he put me on my bed and hogtied me again and left me all night.

Sunday at Breakfast I complained and begged Grant to untie me, but he refused and really hogtied me good and left me tied and gagged and blindfolded most of the day. I was finally untied Monday morning, in time to shower and eat and go to school.

Monday evening Dad was due home. Before he arrived, Grant told me that if I said anything to Dad he would never tie me up again. I thought about it, and decided that I liked being tied up and so I would keep quiet. Dad has been gone once since then, and I was tied up and gagged almost all the time while he was gone. Grant left me alone in the closet more that time. It’s summer vacation now, and Dad will be gone for most of next week. Grant has already said that I will be in my jacket and gear all the time while Dad is gone. And Dad seems happy that we aren’t getting into any trouble while he is away.

More after my next time in my gear.

Great story, and yes, I would like to hear more. Hey, do you have instant messenger?

I wrote about a time my freshman year of college when one of my closest friends, a Spanish dark-haired beauty named Claudia, finally got tired of my dodging her on questions about the past of her boyfriend/my friend Mark. Fed up with my refusing to tell her Mark’s somewhat colorful secrets, she kidnapped me and forced me to. She tied me up one night and proceeded to tickle me so badly that I thought I actually might die right there. It was brutal torture and she eventually forced me to talk. The tickling went on for hours and hours and Claudia kept me tied up until I told her everything. It’s something I will never, ever forget.

Well, that was more than 15 years ago, and Claudia and I have since grown up and moved on. We’re both married now (her to Mark – who has NEVER heard the story, amazingly), both have kids, and live a long way apart. We’ve kept in touch via email and the phone, but haven’t seen much of each other. A few times in the past we’ve brought up and laughed about the night Claudia kidnapped and tortured me, but not for a long while.

But recently, there was a reunion of sorts for some of us from college, and both of us went. Claudia informed me ahead of time she was going, and we were thrilled to see each other. She still looks great – the best way I can describe it is she looks something like Penelope Cruz, and talks with that faint kind of accent also. Both of our spouses came for the weekend also to a hotel for the reunion, but one night Claudia and I decided to stay late in the hotel bar and catch up privately. Again, we were never involved, just good friends.

So we’re talking one night at the bar and I’m wondering if I should bring it up again, and I keep wondering for a while. Then, as we’re reminiscing, she starts to giggle again. I said, “What? What’s so funny?” It was late and we were tired.

Claudia kept giggling. “I was just thinking about that time. I can’t BELIEVE what I did to you that night. Oh God. Remember?”

“Remember? Are you kidding me?” I laughed. “I thought you’d kill me.” I spoke softly, so as not to be heard by anyone else. “You tickled me so hard I thought I’d die!”

“I know, I know – you were so ticklish and I knew you couldn’t take it,” Claudia said, giggling so hard she barely got the words out, and then having to catch her breath. “I can’t believe I did that. I’m not that kind of person.”

“What kind of person?” I asked. “A lunatic?”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “The kind of girl who would kidnap someone and torture them!”

“You know, it was so awful I still remember exactly what you were wearing. That turquoise blouse with the short sleeves. Remember?” I said.

‘My favorite! Oh yeah! I loved that blouse. Actually, I kept it until a couple years ago when it finally got too worn out. Too bad,” Claudia said with a grin, “lots of memories!”

We both laughed a lot. “You should have seen yourself. I still remember you tied up on the floor and gagged, and I’m screaming that I’ll tickle you to death if you don’t tell me everything. Oh my God! You should have seen the look ion your face – you’re, like, trying to scream but I gagged you, so you can’t. You must have been thinking, ‘This girl is crazy!’” Claudia said while laughing hard. “I hope I didn’t traumatize you for life!”

“Well, I still remember it, that’s for sure!”

“Did I ever apologize, sweetie? I’m sorry I did that to you. But I TOLD you not to keep secrets from me. Guess I had to teach you a lesson!”

So we talked for a while about it and had a great laugh, and then I told her that I had actually anonymously told the story online, on this website. At first she smiled and laughed – “You jerk! How could you!” – but I told her it was just too good a story to pass up, and since it happened so long ago and no full identities were used, what was the harm?

Claudia quickly accepted that and agreed that it was OK, and even said she wanted to see the story. So I said, “You know what’d be fun? If YOU wrote your own version of it, after seeing mine. Tell it from your perspective.”

It didn’t take long for her to agree to do it. And that’s the purpose of this strange little post – not just a walk down memory lane. Claudia has agreed to write her own version of
the story. She’ll email me in a few days, and then I’ll post it. I know now that there are a few details I got wrong – she told me - and a few things I left out. Nothing too drastic or important, but I thought a different version of this story might be fun. So it’s coming soon.

That sound OK?

There is a girl that lives down the street, (I won’t say where I live, but it is in England) she has a fantastic body, and enjoys to show it off in the summer. One hot day, my sister had the girl from the street, who shall be called Laura, and another friend, called Tammy, around to our house. There was no one else in the house but they wanted to use the living room to practice their dance routines. I refused to let them use the room, stating that I was there first. My sister then announced that she needed to buy a present for my mum’s birthday and had to leave into town for a few hours.

The two girls were still In the room with me, and I decided to have a bit of fun with them. I took the conversation to first aid and told them that if they could make a good sling then they could have the room. I then proceeded up the stairs and brought down a selection of scarves and ties, knowing full well what could happen.

I dropped them In the middle of the room and announced that I was going to the toilet and would be back in a minute. I knew that they would fall for my bait and think of a plot to try and capture me when I returned. I walked back through the door and there were smiles on their faces. "We have a special technique," Laura said, "but you need to lie down for it to work." I smiled knowingly, and then playing dumb I did so. Laura came up to me with a scarf, and Tammy edged closer also. Laura suddenly swung her leg over me, straddling my chest. She pinned my arms to the ground with her hands, and then sat further up on me, so that my wrists were pinned underneath her knees, which were either side of my head.

"We've got him!” she cried, "quick tie his legs up,” she said. Tammy picked up a scarf and wrapped it twice round my legs and tied it tight. She then did a similar process just above my knees. My legs were now completely immobilised. Lairs bare legs in her hotpots were Inches away from my face, but my vision was then taken away from me by another scarf tied by the beautiful Laura her. A tie was secured around my mouth, and then Tammy tied individual scarves around each wrist. Unable to move, I was unaware of what was happening, but felt my arms being stretched and tied to each pole on a radiator. Laura was still sitting on top of me and loving every minute of it. She was moving her hands up and down my stomach and chest, her fingernails digging in every so often. “I think we’ll keep this room if you don’t mind.”

Tammy giggled; she knelt above my head facing Laura. She leant her head over so that her hair dangled over my face, and brushed it over. “Stop that, that tickles!” I said. I could feel her strokes delicately across my face, and then Laura’s hair also joined in the taunt.

They kept me tied up and pinned there for nearly two hours. They brushed their hair, and tickled me constantly, most of the time Laura was handgaggIng me. Eventually they agreed that if they let me go that I would have to go to my room. I had no choice, and, feeling very embarrassed that my plan had backfired, I went to my room.

(I’m open to feedback, I only found this Webster a few days ago, and so this is my first story)

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But Sam was the name of the guy who actually tied you up and kept you at his house.

So my questions are

Is either Mitchell or Sam specifically into the whole "tying up" thing? Also, you said you were tied in different positions - do you remember what some of them were, either with the fundraiser, or with paintball?

Most people brought flour, jam, tomatoes, water balloons etc etc. You get the point :) Basically everyone from our year (including the teachers) go mental in the playground and make as much mess as we can and have as much fun as possible.

Me and 6 of my friends decided we would do something different rather than bring along some food to mess everyone up with. We asked a couple of teachers if we could bring along some ropes and handcuffs to add a little spice to the end of year celebrations and not only did they say it was it fine, they said it was a brilliant idea :-D

So we each went out and bought a pair of handcuffs each. Not fake ones, real ones. We were gonna take ropes but we decided it would have been too much hassle. So instead we got lots of rolls of duct-tape. I remember we were all in my house and were handcuffing ourselves and each other to get some practise in. We used up so much duct tape we had to go out and buy some more. That stuff is painful when you rip it off your mouth and legs. Never again.

We made sure it was a secret and no-one else knew except the teachers we asked. Basically, we were planning on getting a couple teachers and some of the guys we were into. I had my eye on a guy called Zander. He was sooooooo hot its heartbreaking.

You could feel the excitement in the classroom. Everyone was on the brink of hysterics or something. Me as well. I couldnt wait till we got outside. There must have been about 150 people in my year plus 20 teachers so you can imagine how much the excitement and anticipation was building.

Anyway, if anyone wants to hear about what happened let me know ;) I got to go the now.

Lucy XX
byeeee 4now..... :)

Happy midsummer, everyone!

Anyway, that's my story. I hope to have more to write and more good ones to read.
G'night Y'all.

So this is a recent story? I'd love to hear more if you get to tie her again. Don't forget to take pictures! (okay, probably not. It's just that pictures of true tie-up games are virtually non-existant online)

Sorry I couldnt finish story sooner but I been real busy with work. The last thing I wrote was how excited everyone was about the end of term celebrations. Most people were expecting to be splashed with a water balloon or end up covered in flour - but no-one was expecting what me and my pals had in store for them ;)

I had a these handcuffs which were really easy to slide onto someones wrists and were almost impossible to get free from - even with a key if you did it a certain way. I should know, I tried it once and had to get my little sister to undo them for me lol.

I had my cuffs and duct-tape ready and couldnt wait. Before I realised it we were all standing in the hall and the headteacher gets up in front of everyone. Behind her was a table with all the things people had brought in. flour, jam, tomatoes, water balloons, water-guns, etc etc. Me and all my friends had our stuff in our bags, tee hee....

The headmistress did a countdown of 10,9,8,7,6..........and everyone was to run and grab whatever they wanted and dash outside and go mental. Brilliant. The countdown finished. Everone went for the stuff. Mayhem. People were laughing and falling over each other. Then everyone ran outside including me and my pals.

At first we werent sure if it would fit in cos everyone was having such a laugh but one of my good friends Jessica grabbed our maths teacher and cuffed his hands in front of him to a fence. Then when everyone saw this they all drenched him and threw food at him and basically gave all the punishment to him for all those years of misery :) Brilliant.

I saw a guy called Zander who I was well into. He saw me with the cuffs and did a runner. He suddenly turned round at whacked this absolute peach of a water balloon in my face then some idiot threw flour over me and I thought for a moment I was blind. Damnit I thought. Next thing I know someone grabbed the cuffs off me and Im being cuffed to a fence with my hands behind my back. Oh sshhhiit I thought. I stuggled but there must have been about 3-4 of them.

For about 5 minutes I was bombarded with all sorts of crap and ended up drenched. Someone stole my shoes which really pissed me off. But I still thought it was hilarious and so did everyone else who did this to me. They all left for a minute and a teacher came along and let me go.

I wanted to catch Zander but I couldnt run in socks on the tarmac so I asked 2 of my friends to help me. We worked as team. They thought it was hilarious what happened to me and said they would definately help me get revenge. They were both on a sprinting team which is why I asked them to help me. They were MUCH MUCH quicker than me. Not that im overweight or anything ;) just not very quick (especially wearing just socks).

They spotted Zander and absolutely sprinted after him. He had no chance cos they are quick. They grabbed him and hauled him over to me. He got a couple wallops on the head from water balloons on the way over and a tomato in the sore place (you know where) that was especially funny.

The three of us dragged him over to a fence and we cuffed each hand apart so his arms were spread out wide. I took the duct tape and wrapped it round his legs to the bottom of the fence so was now sort of spreadeagled against the fence. When everyone saw this about 30 people flocked over towards him and I knew what was coming. He laughed and begged us to let him go but we just shook our heads spitefully.

I winked at him then gave him a kiss on the cheek. Better luck next time I said then walked away. I took my turn to throw a water balloon and on the 4th attempt got him right on the face. Brilliant. He probably got it worse than anyone and eventually a teacher stepped in and told me to let him go. So I did, grudgingly.

We didnt go out, but at least I let him know I liked him :)

I dont know what my friends got up to but supposedly they all ended up getting cuffed and gave as good as they got.

It wasnt all good fun though cos someone got painful burn marks on their wrists from the handcuffs and some guys moustache got pulled off when someone put it over his mouth. Now that must have been hilarious LOL But imagine the pain....owch. I laughed for about 10 minutes straight until I was crying when someone told me that.

T'was all good fun tho.
And thankfully we didnt get into trouble.
Thanks for reading this:)
Hope you enjoyed........
Lucy

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-Seth

We were pretty basic about it, we decided to just play out a kidnapping in the house. I had her go into the living room with her back to me, and I came up behind her and tightly handgagged her, while she put up some pretty good play struggling.

"Now, I don't want you to say anything when I let go of your mouth, alright?" I commanded. She nodded and I released her mouth, then started to tie her hands behind her back with one of my neckties. We went through some cheesy dialogue I don't remember about what I wanted to do with her, and I worked the whole time on tying her hands and ankles, before I plopped her down on my couch and took out my old Boy Scout neckerchief. I rolled it up and used it as a cleavegag, which she graciously pretended was actually an effective gag.

The next part was my favorite segment -- I knelt in front of her, explaining that I wanted to have a little bit of fun with my new captive. I untied her black shoes and slipped them off, then tugged off her white socks to reveal her slightly long, bare feet. I gave her a few tickles that didn't get much of a reaction, much to my dissapointment. I tried a few household objects, until I found the cap of a pen that for some reason drove her wild. I slowly stroked the tip of the pen cap over her bare feet, and she thrashed around on the couch while I tightly held her feet in place, listening to her laugh through the rather pathetic cleavegag. I indulged my tickling tastes for a good five minutes before I let her go, untying her until we'd play again...

I realize it's short, but it wasn't a particularly eventful story. If you want, you can IM me on AIM at Kiuwi (girls who like to be tied up are especially welcome)