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I've been reading these posts and decided to post one.
My parents left early for an outing one recent Friday night and I was left alone to babysit my little sister Jane (not her real name.) By the way, I'm 16 she's 14. 

We were watching an old Avengers show on TV and saw Mrs. Peel get tied to a chair. I told Jane I could get out of a being chair tied, no problem. Well, after the show she bet me I couldn't free myself. The show ended and I had until 2:00 when our parents would come home to free myself. The loser of the bet had to do the others chores for a month. I was confident I could win because I didn't think a 14 year old could or would tie me tightly.

Boy was I wrong! Jane tied my hands tightly behind the back of the chair using plenty of rope. "Oww, you little brat!" I said, "Do you have to tie me so tightly?" "I have to so I can win the bet, stupid, she said. "I don't want to make it easy for you to get free!" She then tied my feet to each chair leg. Again very tightly and with a lot of rope. She finished the job by using the rest of the rope to wrap it around my body and the chair. I struggled but the ropes were really well tied besides being pretty tight. "Do you give up, John? (not my real name)" "No!" I said. (I definately did not want to do her chores!) 

Jane left me in the living room for a little while and went to her room. I continued to struggle but it was no use. I couldn't break free. But I had a plan. I knew there were scissors across the room in a drawer so I struggled with the chair and managed to get the scissors. I didn't know when Jane would be coming back so I had to work fast. I was trying to cut the ropes around my wrists which is pretty hard considering I couldn't see what I was doing and I had to be careful not to cut myself! Well, unfortunately, Jane came back in and saw what I was doing. She grabbed the scissors. "John, your cheating. Just for that if you lose, you have to do my chores for 2 months now!" I said I wasn't cheating but after arguing with her for a while I agreed to do her chores for 2 months if I lost. 

Jane retied my hands even tighter than before making it impossible to get free. She mostly stayed in the living room now, watching TV with me struggling over to the side. "John, do you give up yet?" She would ask throughout the rest of the night. "No way you little brat, I'm not giving up." But I knew it was no use, she tied me really good. 

Well, it was 1:30 now and we were both getting tired, and I was also getting tired from being tied-up for so long. We agreed to end the bet so at least we would have a half hour to clean up and put the ropes away before our parents came home. I was never so happy in my life when Jane untied me. I ran to the bathroom got cleaned up and we both went to sleep.

Well, I did her chores but only for one week because I would get Jane back by tying her up. But that's another story.

John

My older sister, about sixteen, had a friend over. They demanded to watch TV but I kept watching it, telling them no.
It was raining outside so there wasn't much else to do and they didn't like what I was watching. My sister warned me that she would take it by force but I laughed it off. Her friend grabbed me by the arm, my sister grabbing the other. I tried to yell in protest but a hand was put tightly over my mouth. They sat me on a chair and pulled my hands behind me, where they were cuffed. These cuffs were real!

My sister reminded me that she would take it by force. I was about to scream but a sock was stuffed in my mouth, then another, then a few more. My mouth was so stuffed, I couldn't spit them out, or even make any noise! They then took about four or five belts to tightly strap my body to the chair, and securing my cuffed hands to the chair. Next my ankles were cuffed, then somekind of thread was tied on both ends of the cuffs and to the chair legs, immobilizing my legs! But they weren't done yet. They took my shoes and socks off, then put an old pair of barbie socks on my feet, and I couldn't get them off! It was embarresing to say the least.

I mmphed and thrashed but no budge. My sister grabbed my nose and shook my head around for taunting, then leaft me there to watch the tv, turning it up loud so even if I looked away, I could still hear it. My mmphs couldn't even be heared by them and they had brought my chair right behind the couch they were sitting at! They promised to let me go after they were done watching TV but forgot all about me, and they couldn't hear my gagged pleas as they walked by. I thrashed but soon stopped. I knew if I was tied up with rope I'd have a chance but belts and cuffs, I was screwed!

My friend knocked at the door, saw me and came in. She didn't even bother to ungag me. As soon as she saw the cuffs, she went upstairs for the keys from my sister. I couldn't hear what was going on up there but soon enough my sister came down and undid the belts and the threads, even took out my gag but lifted me up from the chair and placed me on the couch, my hands and legs still cuffed.

She said I had to swear on my soul that I would not tell mom and dad, or anyone, and that I would not hog the tv anymore if she uncuffed me. I agreed, she uncuffed my ankles but then her and her friend cuffed my friend as well! She then took out ducktape, gagged us both with socks and ducktape, then took us upstairs. I couldn't protest, either could my friend. My friend was uncuffed, however she was forced to leave the gag on and sign as a witness to my agreement. Then they recuffed her and threw her on the bed with me. Now what did they want?

They wanted to make sure we never caused them trouble again, so she dropped the keys out the window, and gave me my shoes to put on. I had to go outside, in the rain, get the keys, and unhook myself outside.

The door was leaft unlocked, so my friend turned her back to the door and opened it with her cuffed hands. I went over to keys quickly bending down, and grabbing them. A few people walked by giving us odd looks before we dashed inside. My sister took pictures of us cuffed and gagged with her friends camera before we got the chance to uncuff ourselves. Luckily it was only drizziling out so we didn't get too wet.

Never had trouble with her again.

As some of you know, we ran into reach a few months back and laughed about the time I spent the day and night torturing my poor friend for information. He told me about this website and said I should post my own ¡§version¡¨ of the story, and wile I have to admit the idea of a website about kids being tied up by friends sounded a little strange, I have to tell you I have read a lot of it in the last few months and am impressed! There are some great stories out there and almost all of them are written in good fun. Good for you guys!

So what I want to do tonight is tell my version of the story. First, though, I need to clear a few things up. Eric was a little off about some things. Nothing major, and most of what he said was true. But a few things he¡¦s a little off on.

1) I saw the person who wrote a few weeks ago that I was some kind of sadistic, cruel torturer because of certain things I did to Eric after I tied him up. The person seemed really upset that I left him alone, as Eric said I did, in particular. Well, first of all I have to say I NEVER left Eric alone for two hours or whatever he said I did. In his version of the story, after I tie and gag him and tickle him for information for the first time, he said I gagged him again and then went to see my boyfriend Mark (now my husband and father of my kids, FYI) Not true, although at the time, when Eric was my bound and gagged captive, that¡¦s what I led him to believe.

I DID tickle-torture him pretty bad for about 45 minutes to start with, and gagged him with electrician¡¦s tape I stole from my father (an electrician). Eric was crying and laughing and I thought I was close to breaking him, so I used a psychological torture that I was sure would make him crack. His tape-gag was off so I took a pair of socks and tied them around his mouth as a gag and told him I was leaving him there while I went to see Mark for a while. I even put my shoes on and my jacket too to make it look like I was going out. Here¡¦s the part Eric didn¡¦t tell you ¡V I then blindfolded him with a scarf and tied his feet to a couch leg so he couldn¡¦t go anywhere. I remember word for word what I told him as he lay there with his hands and feet tied, gagged, blindfolded, and whimpering (he was smiling, too ;) 

¡§You¡¦re my priiiisoner. You¡¦re not going aaaaanywhere. I¡¦m going to leave you here bound and gagged and make you think of how much worse the torture will get when I get baaaa-aack. No more nice girl ¡V I¡¦ll tickle you haaaaard when I get back. Nooooo one will rescue you and I¡¦ll neeeeever untie you. Unless you come to your senses and start remembering things. Byyyyye!¡¨

He thrashed around at my feet as I left. I put the TV volume on and put on MTV so he could here music he didn¡¦t like and I left. HE thought I was leaving him alone. What I did, though, was get in my car, move it down two houses on the street in front of a neighbor who wasn¡¦t home, and then walked back. I had pulled all the blinds inside so no one could see when I tied Eric up, but I walked around back and could see through a crack as he struggled on the floor bound, gagged, and blindfolded. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. After a few minutes I slowly and quietly went back into the house through the back kitchen door ¡V I took my shoes off again in the doorway so he couldn¡¦t hear me walking, but there¡¦s no way he would have with the TV on all the way downstairs. Then I sat on the stairs in my socks looking down at him struggling on the den floor for a while ¡V 15 or 20 minutes ¡V figuring I¡¦d finally broken him. That¡¦s when I went back downstairs quietly and didn¡¦t let him know I was there until I gave him a quick hard tickle to the armpits. He nearly jumped out of the room and his scream could be heard clear through the socks in his mouth. Then I took his gag and blindfold off and continued to interrogate him. So that¡¦s what happened ¡V I never left him alone for more than 2 minutes. He just thought I did. I know it¡¦s cruel, but I hope that makes me sound a little less evil. Eric told you guys he was alone for 2 hours. Men!

So I hope that clears it up! (Oh, and yes I did threaten him with a kick to the crotch, which I would NEVER do, and tugged his hair and gave him a Charlie horse in the leg. And, of course, I tickled him to hysterics. But no ¡V those weren¡¦t tears of pain. Trust me ¡V they were from laughing so hard! Cruel? Yes! But I KNOW he enjoyed it more than a little in a strange way!

2) It did not take from Friday night till Sunday morning ¡V way, way off! It took until Saturday morning. And he slept for a while ¡V several hours ¡V while tied to a bed while I watched him and for a while slept next to him. It was complicated changing the way I tied him up ¡V first I tied his hands behind his back, then later I tied them to the bedboard, using some difficult manipulations and movements ¡V but he was in my control and I did it. (And yes I let him go to the bathroom one time earlier ¡V don¡¦t ask me how I did it, but somehow I found a way without untying his hhands). Then after he woke up I tied his hands behind his back again ¡V I won¡¦t go into how, but that¡¦s when he almost escaped and had to be punished. It was hard, but I did it ¡V he was kind of a wimp. But it didn¡¦t last 36 hours, Eric! Good Grief! It was about 10 hours, tops. And I was with him the whole time. So that wasn¡¦t accurate.

3) The tickling, I would imagine, was every bit as bad as he described it. I was brutal and merciless, and he cried like a baby. But believe it or not, tickle-torturing him was my last resort. My plan was to make him think we were going to study, while I had lots of rope and tape and socks in my bag for tying and gagging him. I would catch him off guard, tie him up, and threaten him with torture unless he told me Mark¡¦s past sexual stories. Here¡¦s the thing ¡V I KNEW HE HAD STORIES TO TELL ME! Mark told me as much, that he and Eric confided in each other. I figured once I had him tied up and threatened him with unnamed tortures, he would start talking. I never knew he would be so darn stubborn, the little brat! That¡¦s when I sat on him, gagged him with the tape and decided to tickle his stomach, ribs, and armpits for 10 minutes. Then I¡¦d pull the tape off and he¡¦s start singing like a canary ¡V anything to get me to stop the torture!

Here¡¦s how I got the idea. From two things.

One, I knew he was ticklish because I¡¦d tickled him hard, for about 10 seconds, once before. We were sitting in the cafeteria ¡V as you may remember, we were both in college and living at home ¡V and I was listening to a Walkman with Spanish dance music that I loved and I was singing along to it. A few other girls and one other guy were at the table, and Eric was next to me. As I would sing with the headphones on he would reach over and turn the music off. I told him ¡§Knock it off or you¡¦ll be sorry.¡¨ But he said, ¡§Claudia, the joy of the Walkman I no one else should have to hear it!¡¨ So this went on a few times. Then, after those few times, he got fed up and grabbed the whole Walkman, unplugged it, and took it, leaving just the headphones dangling from my ears. I jumped up and he made a big mistake ¡V instead of running away with the Walkman, he put in his his lap and held it under the table, huddling up over it. I stood up and said, ¡§Oh, you think you¡¦re funny!¡¨ and I reached down and I tickled his ribs from behind really fast, digging my fingers in. Eric screamed and let go of the Walkman and I dug my fingers into his ribs and tickled him for about 3 more seconds before stopping and saying, ¡§See what you get!¡¨ The other girls and guy there laughed. I put the Walkman back on while Eric¡¦s face stayed red and I said, ¡§Woo ¡V a little ticklish, are we, Eric?¡¨ He said, softly, ¡§Omigod ¡V you have no idea. PLEASE don¡¦t ever tickle me again!¡¨ I giggled and went back to my music. But I remembered how ticklish he was and remembered it a couple months later as I began to hatch my torture plan.

As far as tying him up ¡V that I learned the hard way. I wasn¡¦t really into bondage ¡V at least not then I wasn¡¦t ƒº. (The truth was I was a virgin and had, like, NO experience with guys. Mark was pretty much my first boyfriend and he had LOTS of it. That¡¦s what I wanted to know about. Why do guys keep that a secret?) But about a year earlier, when I was in high school, I had to babysit for my 14-year-old sister when she had a few girlfriends over for a sleepover. Not really babysit ¡V my parents both worked at night and I had to watch them. Well, I must¡¦ve been a real bitch to them that night because all of a sudden, two of them jumped me and tied my hands behind my back with a bathrobe belt, and then tied my feet with stockings. I had a T-shirt and sweatpants on and was barefoot and they stuck a sock in my mouth and tickled me until they thought I¡¦d learned my lesson. They untied me about an hour later and made me apologize. So that¡¦s how I knew about the idea of tying someone up and tickling them.

So those were the mistakes Eric made in telling his story, and that¡¦s where I got the idea from. Tying him up was easy ¡V I wrestled him to the ground and kept softly kicking him in the belly to wear him out (don¡¦t get concerned, readers. Remember ¡V I had socks on only) and finally forced him to put his hands behind his back and I tied them there. Then I tied his feet and his arms and he¡¦s right ¡V when Eric tried to protest at first, I put my foot over his mouth! I needed him quiet ¡V what can I say?

¡§You¡¦re my hostage ¡V I¡¦m kidnapping you!¡¨ I announced to him. ¡§And I¡¦m going to tie you up until I get what I want!¡¨

I figured I was going to get Eric to talk pretty quick because after I tied him up, I took his shoes and socks off and he had no idea why! He was all jumpy and panicky and yelling ¡§Claudia ¡V don¡¦t take my shoes and socks off! Please, not the socks! What are you going to do to me!¡¨ I figured he wasn¡¦t exactly expecting me to tickle him, but maybe it was in the back of his mind, and this would make him panic when he knew I would tickle him and he would give it up.

¡§You¡¦re going to tell me everything Mark told you about his love life, or I¡¦m going to torture it out of you!¡¨ I yelled back. ¡§I don¡¦t think you want to find out how good a torturer I can be!¡¨

I knew how to tie good knots from Girl Scouts and working with my cousins on boat docks in Spain a few summers, so I figured I had Eric tied up really well. But as far as tying someone up, this was my first time.

And then he basically left me no choice but to tickle Eric. I felt he was still giving me the runaround so I lost my cool and prepared to gag him. When I pulled out the electrical tape, Eric went crazy and started to scream ¡§NO! DON¡¦T GAG ME! PLEASE DON¡¦T GAG ME CLAUDIA!¡¨ So I just grinned and taunted him and said, in a babylike voice, ¡§Yes, little baby, I WILL gag you.¡¨ And he kept screaming so I put my hand over his mouth and the little creep bit me! THAT¡¦S when I smacked him in the face, but not hard. He was still laughing. And I said, ¡§Now I¡¦m going to enjoy this! Hold still!¡¨ And I gagged Eric with a few strips of tape. He screamed into them really bad and his eyes got big.

That¡¦s when I said, ¡§Sure you don¡¦t want to talk, huh?¡¨ And he tried to scream that he couldn¡¦t with a gag over his mouth and I teased him some more. ¡§Oh, poor baby. Sounds like the cat¡¦s got your tongue! Well, I need to show you how serious I am!¡¨

Eric¡¦s eyes got bigger.

¡§I apologize in advance for what I¡¦m about to do, but I seem to remember you¡¦re veeerrry ticklish!¡¨ I said, and I did that thing where I was wiggling my fingers over Eric¡¦s body and I could tell he was trying desperately to protect himself but he couldn¡¦t with his hands tied behind his back, so that just made him scream harder into the gag.

¡§Here we go!¡¨ I yell. ¡§I¡¦ll tickle you to death and that will refresh your memory!!!!¡¨

And I tickled him like a crazy woman, over his whole torso and under his arms and his neck and his hips. I tell you, you should have seen him ¡V his face was so red and his eyes were so huge and I could hear muffled laughter under the gag and finally I saw tears and I just laughed and kept brutally tickling poor Eric some more.

Eric¡¦s right ¡V when I saw his tears, I took one of his socks and wiped them away with it. I figured it was insulting in some way. When I finally pulled the tape off about 10 minutes later, Eric was screaming so hard and thrashing underneath me so hard that I thought for a minute he might break free of his ropes, but he didn¡¦t. I just screamed and screamed and I got up and sat on a chair put my feet on him to hold him down and told him to calm down, because ¡§it¡¦s only tickle-torture. What¡¦s the problem?¡¨

When he calmed down I said, ¡§Unless you want me to tickle you even harder, you will start talking NOW, Eric! Look at yourself, dummy! You¡¦re tied up at my feet and at my mercy! Don¡¦t be stupid ¡V tell me! THEN I¡¦ll untie you. But if not¡K¡¨ and I wiggled my fingers over him and grinned.

Eric was still panting and crying a little, giggling the whole time like a little boy, and I was sure he was going to give in. I was SURE of it. No one can take the kind of tickling I¡¦d just given him, I thought!

But I don¡¦t know whether Eric was brave, stupid, or a little of both, but he was still determined to keep his secrets. He must have thought HE could wear ME down. ¡§I DON¡¦T KNOW ANYTHING!¡¨ he insisted.

¡§Tsk tsk tsk,¡¨ I said, shaking my head and climbing on top of my bound prisoner again. ¡§Well then I guess I¡¦d just have to go to work tickling your feet!¡¨

As I rolled Eric over and sat on the back of his legs, just above his tied bare feet, he pleaded with me not to tickle his feet. PLEADED with me. Offered me money, food, gifts¡KEVERYTHING.

I lightly touched the sole of one of Eric¡¦s feet with one finger and then said, ¡§If you don¡¦t want me to tickle your feet, then TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW AND DO IT NOW!!! Three¡K.two¡Kone¡K.¡¨ But Eric just yelled, ¡§No! Please! Claudia, please don¡¦t tickle me anymore!¡¨

I just laughed and said, ¡§Hmm, maybe you¡¦re enjoying this!¡¨ (this was before I knew some people actually DO enjoy being tickled, and even though Eric may have liked parts of it in a way, I KNOW he was praying for me to stop.) ¡§In that case I¡¦ll just tickle your feet over and over and you can enjoy every minute of it!¡¨ And I tickled Eric¡¦s poor bound helpless feet for probably 30 minutes, listening to him scream himself hoarse, listening to his uncontrollable peels of laughter, and occasionally looking behind me and watching as Eric furiously tried to untie his hands. He couldn¡¦t, of course!

Later, I¡¦d tickle him with my toes, put my bare feet in ice and step on his bare stomach, and gag him while I would tickle him mercilessly for 10 minutes at a time. As you all know by now, I finally broke my hostage with the tickling and he gave it all up. I won¡¦t go into what he told me ¡V it¡¦s between me and Mark (and Eric ;) but after he was done and finally composed ¡V this was the next morning around 8 a.m. ¡V he said, ¡§Now PLEASE, Claudia. PLEASE untie me! You¡¦ve proven your point!¡¨

I again silenced my prisoner with a socked foot over the mouth and folded my arms and stood over him and said, ¡§I tickled all that information out of you, Eric, you¡¦re right! I have no need to torture you anymore. But the problem is, you¡¦ve been lying to me for months about what you knew. And I just cannot have that! So I need to punish you for lying before I untie you!¡¨

And as an exhausted Eric started to scream, I tied those two socks around his mouth again for a gag and tickled him everywhere ¡V ribs, feet, stomach, armpits, and everywhere else ¡V for close to an hour. He laughed and cried like a baby! I lectured him as I crouched over him and tickled him. ¡§If only you¡¦d been honest, I wouldn¡¦t have had to kidnap you, Eric! I¡¦m sorry I had to tie you up, gag you, and tickle you almost to death, but really, what choice did I have! Tickle tickle tickle tickle - here comes some more tickle-torture for my prisoner!¡¨

Finally I stopped and that was it. Yes, I took a picture of Eric bound and gagged, but never developed it and used it as blackmail so he would keep his mouth shut (if I could have, I would have kept him gagged forever! Men talk too much!!!) And while Eric claims in his story that I left him tied up, I didn¡¦t really. I loosened the ropes around his feet so much he could just wriggle out of them in about 5 seconds, and his hands were tied with a simple bow-knot. He got loose a I walked out the door.

WHEW! What memories! I hoped you all enjoyed my version of the story. Eric had it mostly right, and trust him when he tells you I was (maybe still am hee hee hee) a very sadistic torturer when I have to be. ļ

Thank you for taking the time to listening to my side of the story. This was fun! I hope whoever was offended isn¡¦t quite as much anymore. And please, I would love to hear what you all think of my version!

Ciao!

If you respect Eric like you should why do you still call him a 'jerk' and a'wimp'.

All over this great site time and time again people have great fun with 'getting even' and fun revenge 'tickle torture'

I would really,really love to read a verson of you receiving what you dished out to Eric for 10 hours just to 'get even' and be fair of course.

I wonder if you could take it?

CareBare
 

im asking the original author to please continue

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The Tickle Torture Game For A Punk Brother 
I’m Matt. 
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.

Matt 

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"You thought you could tie me up that easily?"

She kept a strong grip on one of my arms as she got off the bed. I tried to pull my hand away but she held on tight, I couldn't break loose. It was then she saw some cuffs on my desk right next to the jewlery box. She grabbed them and cuffed my hands behind the bars. I had used these cuffs before, they were almost unbreakable! I realized the hopelessness of my situation.

"Wait! I swear to God, let me go and I'll never try it again!"

She simply giggled and tied my feet together with the rope I was planning to use on her hands. I was exposed and helpless. I begged her not to tickle me but she simply took the towel and tied it around my mouth, the towel in between my teeth.

"Tickle time!"

I was extremely tickilish so I was laughing really hard but because of my gag, my laughs couldn't be heared. This gag was really effective!

"All you have to do to get me to stop is say uncle"she said, now going for others areas to tickle. I tried to bu I forgot about my gag. Jessica just laughed.

"Sorry girl, can't hear ya"she said teasingly.

I kept trying to say it but it was no use, between the laughing and the gag. I then tried to unwork the gag but it was tied on tight and I had nothing to hook on the gag and help me pull it off.

After about half an hour she promised to ungag if I promised not to tell. I nodded and she took it off and continued tickling me. It was hard to say uncle with all the laughing but I managed and she stopped. She undid my bonds, however kept one of my hands cuffed, then cuffed my other one behind my back! She then regagged me with the towel.

"Don't you look so cute little girl like that"she said in a cutsy voice, squeezing my cheeks.

She walked me to my bedroom, then tied my legs together. She tucked me in with a blanket.

I was a little tired and decided to take this chance to sleep, still bound ad gagged. When I woke up, I began trying to make some noise under the gag. I noticed that she changed my gag from a towel to a strip of ducktape. I began making noise through the tape and soon Jessica came in.

"I changed your gag so that I could hear you when you wake up. Your mom called, she won't be home until about eight tonight, so they decided to let me stay for company until then""

She undid my gag.

"So what was it like, sleeping restrained like that?"

"Not too bad"

"Just remember you started these tie up games"

She untied my legs but kept me cuffed and walked me down into the living room. She had us watch Montel.

"If you promise not to protest or disrupt me while watching, I'll uncuff you. If you don't I'll regag you ald leave you in your room and then leave for your mom to free you"

I obliged and after the dreadful show, she uncuffed me. I knew next time I had to be careful on how to approach this.

To Be Continued....

This happened in July 2003, we have been together since. More stories including the girls to come.

Thanks for posting your version of the night you "kidnapped" and tied up Eric because he was teasing you about your boyfriend Mark (now husband.) If anyone missed Eric's original version, it was posted at least one time in early September of 1999.

I really enjoyed Eric's story, but actually hearing your version of it added a great dimension to it. What makes the story even more interesting is how you had never actually tied up anyone before, yet you still overpowered him and kept him from getting away! 

What would be an interesting side story is when he "almost got away" and how you stopped it. Also, in the future, if you ever have to teach your husband a lesson and tie him up, hopefully you share that with us as well. 

Thanks again!

Nobody was home but us, so I sat down and watched TV when both of my arms were grabbed and I fell over the couch and onto the floor. I was rolled over with my face facing the ground, my hands pulled behind me. I told them to get off me but they didn't listen. They tied my hands behind me with real rope, and tied tightly too, then my ankles. I told them again to stop but they just crammed one of their old stuffed animals in my mouth.

They all came in at this point and giggled as I struggled and thrashed. The stuffed animal was crammed in so tightly, I couldn't even make one small sound! They took my shoes and socks off and began tickling my feet, and I was helpless! After that they blindfolded me and threw me in the closet. I was in there for a few hours trying to free myself. The ropes were tight but I was sure I could free myself. When I did, I got out but they saw me and all of them jumped on me. I fought them off as hard as I could but it was four against one. They weren't able to tie me at first I was struggling so hard but after somewhere around ten minutes I comepletely tired out. I layed my head down and just layed there, I had no energy leaft to resist with.

So they tied my hands behind me again, then binded my ankles, then took a long length of rope and tied the nkles and wrists in one loop. THe rope was long enough so that my legs were mostly straight however it held me even tighter.

"Are you tired little guy?"one of them asked.

They gagged me this time by shoving two small balls in my mouth and then put a strip of ducktape on it. They caried me outside into their little wooden fort out in the forest behind their backyard. They tickled my feet again, however I was so tired from trying to fight them off I couldn't even struggle, now even more of my energy had expired. Seeing how tired In was, they put me in a sleeping bag, zipped it up tight, gave me a light peck on the cheek and leaft me there. I went to sleep and woke up a few hours later. I was still too tired to struggle so I merely layed there hoping they would come to free me, at the same time kinda enjoying the helplessness. An hour later they untied me, and seemed a bit nervous.

The next day I saw them, and they thanked me for not telling on them, something I never thought of doing. Oddly though I never got mad at them, even though I attacked by them. They asked me if I wanted in on their rope games as they call them and I said sure.

She had no right to do that!

The link to that board is http://aw.hyperboards.com/
Now the 'pro board' link is for you to speak your mind on ANYTHING,movies,g/f,b/f anything in your life that you feel a need to talk about:)

Be careful. Or just tell on her instead. 

She could tell on Tina, however if Tina takes pictures and Black Mails her, well, she wouldn't even dare to tell anyone then. Besides, I think the girl deserves it. By the way, one thing I don't understand:how does a vibrating dildo make you moan? I don't get it.

As for the moaning -- women usually moan during and shortly befotre an orgasm. So in my opinion Tina was raped :(
 

Australian judiciary has been going pretty much the same way as American one in the last few years. So if they will have a choice of either put one of them behind bars or neither, chances are they will choose just one -- older, "bent on malicious revenge", that is Tina.

It was a Friday night and I didn't have anything to do. So I went to my friends house with Hayley (16 yrs old, blong hair, green eyes). Anyways later that night at about 1 PM after doing what most 16 year olds will do, we went to 7-11 for munchies and then watched fear and loathing in Las Vegas (Great movie by the way). My friend was really tired and went to bed and Hayley and I decided we'd crash there. We stayed up a little longer.

We were watching some boring stuff on TV. Then Hayley turned to me and said:

"Wow this is boring...let's do something else."

I said okay and tried to think of something. I pondered asking her to let me tie her up. It would have one one heck of a sight and I really wanted to ask. Ofcorse, I was worried she'd think I was weird. But I just asked anyways.

"Hey Hayley, I have an idea. It's kinda weird though."

she looked curious.

"What?" she asked. I think I might have smiled before telling her "Why don't I tie you up?"

She didn't look mad but was baffled for sure.

"..Tie me up?"

"Yeah. And you can like..try and get out or..something. I don't know. Just a thought." I stammered a bit, starting to feel an akward air come about. She didn't seem to find this question as discomferting as I did however.

"Yeah. Okay. Do you have anything to use?"

And my heart sank >.< I knew there wasn't any rope around the house, I went to my friends house all the time I knew that place well. So I was thinking maybe I'd use duct tape. It was upstairs and my friends parents were sleeping though. I'd have to be pretty ninja to get up there without waking them, that house creaked like mad.

"Aight, I'm goin upstairs to find something."

So I tip toed up stairs trying to be stealthy and everything. Mission successful. I retrieved some duct tape. I went back downstairs.

"Find anything?" Hayley asked.

"Yeah, some duct tape." I replied.

"Ow. I don't like tape. There isn't any rope or anything?"

I was hoping for rope too to be honest. Tape is great for gagging and all but for the actual tieing I'd use rope hands down.

"Sorry." I appologized.

"Whatever, it's fine."

I asked her if she would like to be taped up and then just sit on the couch or taped to a chair. I was pleased with her response:

"Chair! Harder to get out that way!" she smiled at me.

Things couldn't have gone better (except of corse there being some rope!) but I was happy that she had no problems with being tied up.

Hayley sat down in a wooden shair with no arms and a tall back. I pulled her arms behind her and gently placed her wrists together behind her back and started wrapping the tape. Then I tied her ankles together.

"Hey." she said, "You should tape me to the chair more, with my hands behind my back like this all I gotta do is stand upand I'm not tied to the chair anymore!"

"Oh hey, I forgot about that. Sure thing Hayley." I smiled.

I wrapped some tape around her lower body to the chair. I had thought about doing some below and above her breasts but decided not to because we were friends and I didn't wanna make this get sexual.

"There." I said. "Now how about a gag?" I finished hopefully. Just a gag and this image would be complete.

"Not with tape! Find something else." she replied.

I began searching the basement madly checking everywhere. There weren't any dressers so a sock would be out. She didn't want any tape. I found something in the laundry room. a bedsheet. It was pretty big so if I used it for a cleave gag it would hang behind her back quite a bit. But it was the most reasonable thing I could find on such short notice. I ran back to Hayley.

"This?!" I asked.

She laughed, "That's pretty big. But okay."

I tightly cleavegagged her with the thin bedsheet. I then stood infront of her for a second to look before sitting down on the couch. Now, this was my first time tying someone up and I expected the cleave gag to work like it always did on TV and make her not be able to talk. But TV lied to me!!!

"Hey I can still talk." she giggled. She couldn't say the words quite aswell but she was still able to talk. Heck, we'd be able to carry out a conversation inspite of the gag.

I frowned. "That's no good."

She laughed again. I ungagged her.

"Put something in my mouth and then use the bedsheet." She suggested.

"No socks or anything down here."

"Why?" she asked.

"All the rooms are upstairs."

"If you got a bedsheet from the laundry room why don't you grab a sock from there then you dork!" she joked.

I felt like a moron.

"Bah, I didn't even think of that."

I ran back to the laundry room and grabbed a big sock. I returned to Hayley again.

"Here ya go." I said as I stuffed it in her mouth and cleave gagged her again. 

"Ghhmmmm...mmmghh." she mmphed into the gag.

"Mission complete." I said outloud like a dork.

And then an interesting thought came about. This wasn't my house and it wasn't my bedsheet or sock I had used! No one would care ofcorse, I'd just pue the sheet and sock in the dirty pile and no one would ever know..nyuk nyuk nyuk. 

Anyways there is a little more to this story IE)Her attempt at escape but I shall tell that in part 2.

I can't wait to find out part 2. Pleas continue.

"Mmmmmm." she said.

I turned to her. "This one?"

"Hmmm hmmm." she muffled back.

She continued struggling against her bonds. Now she was trying to use force to break the tape at her hands and feet. It didn't work but it looked like it had slightly weekend the tape. She stopped struggling and watched the movie. I already knew what her stradegy was. She would give it all she's got to try and weaken the tape, take a break, and go again until it broke or she could slip a hand through. About 10 minutes later she tried again.

"Gmmmmmmmm!!" she mmphed as she struggled again. She didn't have it that time either.

Then I heard a creaking sound. It was someone moving upstairs. My friends parents had just got a new dog and it still needed house training. It was doing pretty good, it could sleep in the room with them and would let them know when it needed to go but it was still young and couldn't hold it long. I was worried that after they let the dog out they'd come downstairs to check up on us so I grabbed a pair of scizzors I had nearby for incase of some kind of emergency and freed Hayley. We threw all the tape that was used in the laundry room garbage and put the sock and bedsheet in the dirty pile. Then we sat down and watched the rest of he movie. They never did come and check on us (That cut the bondage time down!! >.<) but I suppose it was better to be safe then sorry.

"How was it?" I asked.

"It was pretty fun actually. But you get tied up once they go to bed again!"

"Me?" I said dull like.

I hadn't really thought of me being tied up before. I don't know if I liked the idea as much us tying someone else up. But then again it would only be fair..so I agreed. 

Once we were confident they were asleep I sat down and was taped up just like Hayley was. I saw her come out of the laundry room with the same sock and bed sheet I used on her.

"Don't tell me those are the ones I used on you." I said.

"Hey, we can't use all their bedsheets ya know. Why, it just isn't right." she smiled.

She stuffled the sock in my mouth and gagged me. But her gag job wasn't too fantastic. The cleave gag wasn't tight at all. It didn't take me long to get the gag off.

"Your gag job sucks." I mocked.

"Oh, well, I'll just have to try again."

She got it the second time atleast...and while I was gagged I noticed the sock was still a little wet from when it was in her mouth. Not that I cared, as freaky as it sounds, the idea of having something that was in her mouth in mine didn't bother me at all. I kinda like it :).

I started struggling a bit thinking I'd use the stradegy Hayley had used before, but she was smarter then that and used alot more tape then I used on her. It'd take a while to get free. I was feeling a little unusual with this being my first time tied up but it wasn't a bad feeling. Quite enjoyable infact. I tried to break the tape again.

Hayley laughed, "I used alot of tape, it might be hard."

"Mmmhmmm." I agreed.

Just then though, my friend walked in. He was supposed to be sleeping! Grr!

"...What the **** are you guys doin?" he asked

"Playing tie up." Hayley anwsered.

My friend laughed "Freaks. I was wondering what you 2 could be doing all night."

Hayley ungagged me so I could take part in the conversation.

"Thought you were asleep?" I said.

"I woke up when my parents took the dog out." he replied.

I was untied and we played an intense game of Monopoly before everyone went to bed.

The whole experience was quite fun. Even being tied up myself. It wouldn't be the last time either. From then on I decided to ask girls all the time and do it more with Hayley. Some would say yes, some no, others would come around eventually. So that means lots of stories! Woot!!

I had spent the night at Dillions house and now we were up and looking for “troble” down at the creek although it was more like a river, It was a bright and sunney day, me and his friends Russel and Dillion desided to go down to the creek, I am,15 was 6ft tall curley/ wavey dirty blonde hair, green eyes, waring black camo swim trucks, Dillion was 14, but he looked like he was 12 or 13 cause he is short 5’2” with med. brown hair, light blue eyes, a earring in his left ear, waring basket ball shorts, and a baseball hat, and Russel 5’10”, 15, short blonde hair very curley, gray eyes, waring shorts. 

Ok, now that that is done we get on with the story. So me and my frends go down to the creek to swim and we put our packs down and go jump in the water and Dillion dared Russel to jump off this tall tree into the water and Russel is like ok I will and he does it and jumps into the middle of the river and right in to the current, and he comes up to the surface and hes all like, HELP! And so I jump in and the current is strong and there is a little undertow, and I relize I shoun’t have jumped in but I’m all like hold on Russel and I swim harder to him and by the time I cach up to him were down stream a good distance and it is shalow that alows him to stand up so I didn’t need to rescue him, which was good, and cause it was oveos that we whouldn’t be able to swim back up river, me and russel started walking back to shore and then to the “camp”. When we arived Dillion had left without us, so we started a plan to get him back for what he had done, first tricking us so we almost drowned (later we lerned that he didn’t know that would happen, he knew about the current but thought russel a better swimer) and then he left without us. Soon we had the perfect plan for getting him back. 

We got to Dillion house and he was waiting for us, “sup guys what took so long?” he said with a smile, then “Did you have a plesent swim?” “Oh, very fun.” I remarked searcasticly, “What happened to you?” I knew he had been home for a wile cause he was already dressed black skatebording shirt, knee low shorts, a bent barbel in his ear and the baseball hat on his head. It was kind of cold, us being wet and without shirts so me and Russel went to the back rooms to prepare for our plan and got dressed. (Me: Black t-shirt and light green cargo shorts right on the knee, and Russel: sleveless green shirt and jeans.) 

The plan was simple, Russel knowing Dillion’s house better than I did, would go get ropes and duct tape out of the storige closet, whall I distracted Dillion in his room. I was talking to Dillion in his room when Russel walked into his room with ropes in hand. 
“What you gonna do with th...”, he asked as it slowly sunk in, no. guys no don’t do… upppf, no get off, mpppppft was all that esxaped as I forced him to the ground and a sock into his mouth, then forsed his hands behind his back and held them together, Russel bend down and tied his hands together behind his back with the rope and then coverd his mouth with duct tape, just to be sure we rapped the tape around his head a few times. Then a few raps around his leggs and knees and “He wasn’t going nowere”. So for a little wile we stood over him thinking about what we should do with him. 

We started tickleing Dillion, under the arms and we ticked his little feet, he scwermed and struggeled but couldn’t get out. I was enjoying this, (and I know Russel was) I could do what ever I wanted to him, hahaha… oh and dillion was all like mmmmppttt mmmmmptt, which I took to mean let me go, but that wasn’t gonna happen #: ). We tortcherd him for a ½ hour or mabey it was longer I didn’t keep track, but we had fun doing it. Then me and Russel went in to Dillions keachion and got a soda leving him there to squerm and struggle, cause we thought he couldn’t get out, but we were wrong.

When she woke up, her face was full of panick. I had her tied spreadleg to the bed, her arms and legs stretched so that struggling would be that much harder. There were four bedposts, and there was an arm or leg tied to each one. I stuffed a few pair of socks in her mouth to comepletely immobilize her sounds, then tied a towel around her mouth tightly. She couldn't make even the slightest sound, and I could tell she was trying. Teasingly, I sat next to her helpless body.

"Wake up from your nap?"I asked squeezing her cheeks.

She tried to protest but even mmmphs didn't come out. I then took off her socks and began tickling her feet, there was nothing she could do. I then pulled her shirt up to just below her breats and began tickling her stomach. She thrashed hard but the rope was on tight, and she was so stretched out she could barely struggle. After tickling her for about half an hour, I untied her arms but kept her legs tied so she couldn't run away. I then tied the two seperate bonds around her body and clamping her wrists together palms facing so she couldn't untie the knot.

Then I did the same to her legs, leaft the gag on and was about to take her out to the living room when I saw her crying. I asked if she was allright and she shook her head. I took the gag off and she said the ropes were really tight. I untied her, which was a big mistake. She then jumped on me and we had a tickle fight. It had been a trick! The fight went back in forth until I tired out. She acted exchausted so I thought it was safe to lay down. Wrong! She flipped me over to my back. I was too weak to even struggle. She took two pairs of rope and tied my wrists behind me, then did the same to the legs, then tied the ends together. It didn't bring my legs and arms up like a normal hogtie, but it kept me from thrashing if I had been able to. She then took the socks I used and a gag and stuffed them in, the toe ends of the socks sticking out. My mouth was too stuffed to spit them out.

"You tire out too easily cutie, and you're so gullable"she said in a cutsy voice, grabbing my nose and wiggling it. She tickled me like I did her but for not even half the time. She could tell the socks were crammed in too tight for me to spit out, but she could pull them out easily. I tried the trick she used on me but she just laughed and dragged me downstairs. She got me into the kitchen and onto a chair. I tried to protest, being tied up was one thing, but I did not fancy the idea of being secured to a chair. I couldn't escape as it was!

She got some rope as I got off the chair and squirmed away but collapsed, I was still tired.

"Naughty girl running away"she teased again putting me back on the chair.

She tied rope from just below my upper shoulders and down to my belly button, but not to the chair. Then she took and equal amount of rope and tied me the same way again, except I was tied to the chair this time. She tied two lengths of rope around my allready bound feet and tied each one to a seperate chair leg so my legs were useless as well. She then took some ducktape and secured my body further to the chair, and then wrapped some around the rope on the chair legs. She then took all the socks out and seperated them all. She stuffed two in my mouth and put two pieces of ducktape on my mouth.

"Try to talk"she said.

I couldn't make even a slight resemblement of a word but I could be heared at least.

"Good"she said.

Taking a piece of cloth, she tied it around me eyes, blindfolding me, then wrapped ducktape around my eyes.
After she was done I struggled with all my srength. With all the time it took her to tie me I had regained my energy but even at full power I couldn't make a budge and tired out, so I was dead tired again. She giggled and started dragging my chair somewhere. I was too busy thinking of a way to escape to tell where I was being taken.

My blindfold was taken off and found myself in the cellar.

"Allright, if you can awnser this question, I'll let you go, okay? Who was dictator of Italy in WWII"

I knew the awnser but forgot the gag. Shen just laughed, I couldn't awnser as long as she had me gagged.

"As punishment, I'll leave you in here for a bit"she said.

I spent the whole time struggling and resting but the bonds were SOOOOOOOOOOOOO tight, I didn't make even the slightest bit of progress. She came back down to admire her work and then untied me. It took her a little bit.

"Wow, a whole hour and you didn't even budge your bonds a little. I'm good"

"Just don't pull that trick again, I was worried"

"Promise"she said.

Russel was done with the soda frist and went to check on Dillion, when I was done I went back into the room Dillion was soposed to be in, but he was nowere to be seen and Russel was in his place tied up and gagged, and I was like were did he go? Howd Russel get like that? But I didn’t have to weght long for my anserws, Dillion came up behind me and pined my left arm behind my back and forced me to the ground, “Ha, I told you I would get you back, Anthoney.” I’m not gonna be tied up like him” I said as I tried to rise. “yes, you are, and your gonna be sorry for what you did to me, both of you” Dillion said and he pulled my right arm behind me, so once agin I hit the ground. Dillion began trying to tie me up, and I contnued to resised. It was ovios he didn’t have as much experence with tying pepole up, like I have, so I was abil to get away and then I graped his wrist and twisted it behind his back and once agin forced him down on the ground with his hands behind his back, and I was once agin holding him, first I took the masking tape and raped it around one wist then stiking them together I wraped them in the masking tape, I didn’t want him to get lose this time, and now I had Russel tied up to, but I didn’t have to work for it. 

So I had both of my friends now tied up and gagged, and was thinking of things to do to them, when the doorbell rang. No one was home but us so I went to anserw the door, and it was Tommy one of Russels frends. I invided him in making sure no one say him enter, and then closed the door. 

“Where are the other two, I saw yall come in here?” he asked. “I…think there in the back room.” I said trying to seam insent and not let him cach on, but I knew he had to be next. So we started walking to dillions room and just before Tommy got to the door of Dillions room, I graped his wrist twisted it amd forced him to the ground and held him down then told him to put his other arm behind his back, and hes all like “get off me, hey, leggo, I pulled his other wrist behind his back and tied his wrists together then rapped tape around his mouth and tied his leggs, I moved him to the living room and left him there, then went to check on Dillion and Russel, they were still tied up but I thought that they were trying to help each other out, so I moved Russel to a different location, and went in to Dillions room to mess with him some more, after about 5 minets the doorbell rang agin, so I went to answer it and it was Russel’s sister and she said that it was time for Russel to come home and she was here to take him home, and so I went and got him only I left his hands tied together and mouth gagged, she acted like nothing was wrong and didn’t question me at all she just stuck him in the car and they left, she wasn’t even mad and asked if I could come and tie him up next time he started bothering her, and I was like I’ll have to think bout that, and Russel was like mmmmppttt mmmmmppttt, and shacking his head, so I was like sure and smiled at him.

After they left I took tommy back to Dillions room and tickeld Dillion until Dillion was crying, Then I removed Tommys gag and took one of Dillions socks and stuffed it into his mouth then I used the tape and wrapped it around his head untill he was gagged agin and struggling, and then retied his akels and then his knees together above and below the joint and turned him over the lifting his leggs and moving his hands together, I used the rope to tie his leggs and arms together and tikeled tommy some on his feet, for 5-8 mineutes untill he started crying from laughing so hard. Then it was Dillions turn to be tikeled but I didn’t hog tie him like I did to tommy. 

When Dillions mom and sister got back Dillion was still tied up, I thought his mom would be mad but, she asked why I had tied him up I told her the story and she said have fun, and off corse Dillions sister was fine with him being tied up and even offred to take control of him if I was tierd of messing with him, and Tommy.

I Guess she got bored cause she called over some of her frends (by the way the girls are 15, and 16) and 5 minuets later they were all at the door, then they went into her room and closed the door, I thought that whould be the last of them but I was wrong…

Later one of the girls knocked on dillions door and I opened it, “come to his sisters room she said, all the girls over there want to meet you” she said. So I told the captives to “stay there” (I thought it was funney but they didn’t, also later I furgerd that Dillion was trying to tell me not to go, he knew what would happen.) and went over to her room, when I enterd there was only one girl sitting in there, “hey they went to get a soda but they will be back”, she told me. I walked over to her and suddenly I was takled, buy four girls, ummph I hit the ground and was imedeatly pined with both hands behind my back, “quick tie his wrists together”, to my saprize they were quite good, and used their numbers to their atvantige, soon they had my wists tied behind my back, my ankels tied loosly together so I could walk but not run. “Now we need a gag.” Said one of the girls who had her hand over my mouth at the moment, “I have just the thing, said another and she got some pantey hose and balled them up, then stuffed them into my mouth then used another one to wrap around my head, now I was fulley gagged. 

Back to Dillions room we went, they left me on the ground and tied Dillion to a chiar, then his sister told them to take each of us to seppret rooms she said she would take care of her brother as she toyed with his earring. So two of the girls took me and two took Tommy, each to seppret rooms, and begain talking about what they sould do to me, first they made me scwerm and try to escape, but I could not. Then they tikled me for 10 minuets making me cry from lafing so hard, finly one of them ran and got one of dillions shoes and held it up aginsed my nose so I could get a good wif of it.

When they were done with me they took me back to Dillions room and he was still tied to the chiar, trying to escape now that his tormentor had left, and me also trying to get out since the girls had left saying they would be back soon, so we only ha a little time to escape, we could hear tommy in the next room laughing and mmmpppphhhing, what ever the girls were doing to tommy they were realy torchering him. When they brought him in to the room to leave him we saw that he had been crying. Leaveing Tommy there was a mistake because we could untie each other, and we did then we untied Dillion, I thought they would be mad but they said nah, I got my just desserts and mabby they would get me later but now we had to teach the girls a lession.

more later.

I myself have not been lucky enough to have any childhood bondage experiences to share. The only thing that comes close happened when I was about thirteen. The girl who lived next door to me at the time was about three or four years younger. She used to come over to my house a lot, and on one occasion she "tied" me to the legs of a table using rubber bands. Of course, it wasn't "bondage" in the sense that I couldn't escape; it was only rubber bands. We were goofing off when she started to put the bands around my wrists and ankles, and then she got the idea to attach them to the legs of a wooden table. It only went on for about five minutes before she left me there and went upstairs laughing. I quickly freed myself and went after her. I wanted a chance to tie her up in return, but she wouldn't agree to it, and I didn't have the heart to overpower her and tie her up against her will. (The curse of being a nice guy, right?) I can't blame her for refusing, though. She was always a very ticklish little girl, especially on her feet, and I used to tickle her every chance I got. She must have figured that if I tied her up, she would get the tickling of her young life. And she certainly would have, I assure you! :-D

When I was maybe 13 ish, My brother and I saw a Saturday afternoon movie, Aladin with Donald O'connor. my brother is a little over two years younger than me. I don't know if you have seen it, it was from the early 60's and very racy for that time. O'Connor is Aladin and he owns this genie, the villain wants to get the genies power...this very attractive dark haired girl is Donald's girl friend, The evil Sultan and his henchman get her twice during the movie and hang her bound and gagged from the ceiling .. naked...The first time the villain is getting ready to poor acid on her toes...and his henchman says she can't answered your questions with that thing in her mouth...and the villain says don't ruin my fun the second time O'Connor walks in on her hanging from the ceiling nude and says, sees her and says I don't know why ever thought of you as my sister...to which she, mmmppphhs. We bought the movie on Amazon for $20, my hub loves it. 

After the movie I asked Robbie if he wanted to play Aladin. We went into our basement and he tied me up. I spent the rest of the afternoon tied up by my little brother. I used to worry about people thinking I was a pervert, but it made me feel all tingly. I really didn't understand sexual excitement at that age, but I knew being tied up made me tingle.

Robbie and I would play tie up every so often after that and I tied him a few times. I never really cared much for tieing him up. A few times he and friend tied me up.
Anyway that is my story, now I am married to a man with similar interests and we play tie up whenever we get the chance, away form the children.

Btw, what did you tie each other with? Rope, or such? And how did you get the material?

I'd like to hear about any specific experiences you'd like to tell - any that are different. For example, were you tied to things, such as chairs or poles? Were there contexts in your games (i.e. kidnapping, getting captured while spying on a criminal, etc)? Were you ever blindfolded, or had your bare feet tickled (which is common for a lot of people despite its lack of context)?

Anyway, thanks again for sharing your experiences with us.

I knew they were all scheming something as many of them would look at me holding back a giggle and huddling away from me. Anyway I became a little paranoid but decided to ignore it. Then, after I had gone to the bathroom, I was jumped from behind and taken down to the ground. I could feel them all surrounding me. Two of them wrapped a length of rope just below my shoulders tightly and began tieing it around down to just below my elbows, while two to three other girls held me down, and another one put a strip of ducktape on my mouth and then rolled it around my head about eight times. I began telling them to stop but all I got out were small mmmphs barely at normal speaking volume.

Now with the rope tied around from just below my shoulders to just above my elbows, they took the ends of the rope, pulled my hands behind me, and tied them together. With the rope binding my upper body connected to the ones keeping my hands tied, there was little I could do. But then to make sure I didn't escape, they took another length of rope and tied it around the arewa where my arms were tied. I had no way of escaping through untieing my bonds myself so all I had was brute force but the ropes were tight. They didn't cut circulation but they were tight enough to keep me in place.

They giggled as they dragged me into the host's room. I was nervous and excited at the same time, being at their mercy. They took another length of rope, tied my feet together, then tied the other end to the doorknob. I couldn't even move myself an inch forward or back! I just thrashed and mmmphed, they giggled and taunting me saying I couldn't escape. Appreciating that I was truly helpless, I stopped dead.
They took my socks off, I thought they were going to tickle my feet now.

But instead, they tied them both around my eyes, and then used a strip of ducktape to wrap around my sockblinded eyes about twice, and they STILL weren't done securing me, even though there was absoloutely nothing I could do, couldn't scream, nothing. I could only listen as they giggled and talked about how to tie me.

They were able to get a long stick just under my bonds, then taped the stick to the floor so I couldn't get up, the stick had even gone under my bound hands. The rope hadn't slackened at all despite the fact they put a stick through it. They started the usual teasing, pinching my cheeks, but then the real stuff began.

First they finally finished tieming me up by tieing, then taping my feet to the doorknob, making my comepletely hopeless situation worse. I could hear one of them saying:

"Now for a reading. Dear Diary, by__________________(insert my real name here)

I begtan thrashing harder and mmphing with everything I had, EVERYTTHING but I couldn't break free, and the girls giggled.

The real torture would now begin, and the gloves were off.

To Be Continued....

This is the first time I’ve ever posted about one of my rare experiences… Normally I’m extremely careful, even when dropping so much as a hint that I like bondage. Still this site seems friendly enough so what the hell?

It all started back about 8 years ago when I was 10. Back then I was one of those boys who seemed to get along with the girls… don’t ask me why, back then I had no interest in girls and always wondered why they liked to follow me around. Anyway on with the story.

It was mid summer, my parents were going out and they needed a babysitter. There was a 12 year old and a 15 year old girl who lived just down the block the 15 year old had just recently gone into babysitting and since I was already friends with the both of them they thought it would be much easier than babysitter hunting. So they dropped me off sometime in the afternoon. The sky was patchy and we were expecting rain. The girls who lets just call the 12 year old Abby (about my height, (at the time) I was fairly tall for a 10 year old. She had black hair and was wearing her usually jeans and pink shirt) and the 15 year old Jenny, (Who was a blonde, about 1/3 a foot taller than me. I can’t exactly remember what she was wearing, but I think it was a semi baggy pair of jeans and a light blue short sleeve shirt) (I was wearing what I usually where jeans and a short sleeve shirt both slightly large for me (my parents complained about how I kept out growing clothes so they bought everything slightly large) It was hot (as it usually was before it rained) so they were both barefoot. They were playing jump rope out on the grassy yard with the garage door opened. Now my parents knew that Jenny and Abby’s parents were also gone, but it was a good neighborhood and the girls were told if they needed help to ask Jon’s (who lived a couple houses across)  parents and they’d help. Anyway they were playing jump rope. Jenny ran over to me her feet slapping on the driveway. She grabbed my hand and dragged me over to them. They handed me a jump rope and I tried it out, I could get about 4 or 5 jumps before I’d have to catch myself from falling on the soft ground. They giggled the way girls giggle, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. After a while they asked if I knew how to jump doubles (don’t know if that’s the exact name as it happened a while ago and I’m not a girl J) Anyway I asked what that is and they said two long jump ropes 2 people one on each end swing it and the one in the middle try’s to jump it. I said no and they smiled, giggled, and went into the garage got two of the longest jump ropes I had ever seen and started skipping it for me. They told me to jump in when they say so. So I got ready… about 3 seconds went by then one screamed go!. I jumped in was immediately tangled up in the jump ropes. The laughed as I slowly untangled myself and soon I was free.

There that’s my bondage story…

Lol nah I’m just playing with yea

We played for about 10 minutes when we saw a flash of lightning. Jenny motioned us inside, Jenny had the jump ropes and walked into the house. Abby and Me followed… They led me to the basement, first Jenny went then me and then Abby behind me. Jenny still holding the 2 long jump ropes ran off down the steps and I just stayed walking a slow pace with Abby. No sooner had I reached the bottom step when Jenny popped out from under the stairs scaring me half to death. She grabbed me a tickled me a bit. I clasped to the ground laughing. I was extremely ticklish and they both knew it. 

But she stopped fairly quickly and showed me to an open room. Which was fairly big as you’d expect of a house of the size it was, then played doubles there. Well needless to say I sucked… I think only once did I actually make one and when I say one I mean just one jump. I think they just liked me totally whipping myself out. Well about 10 minutes later I said

“Hey can we play something else, this game is starting to get boring”
Jenny smiled then said “Give it one more shot then we’ll play something else”

So I did and once again found myself tangled in the rope. Jenny had skipped longer than usual after I became in tangled which didn’t help. The girls walked over to help me, there bare feet slapping against the hard concrete floor. By now I had given up. I was sick of untangling myself and decided to just let them do most of the work. 

They both untangled me and I made a move to get up, but Jenny forced me to the ground and twisted my hands around my back. 

“Hey what you doing?” I said surprised
“Oh you’ll see” Jenny said in a voice I didn’t like one bit.

She proceeded to take the jump rope and wrap it around my wrist. Then made her way slightly up my arm. Now realizing what she I was doing I tried to fight but she had already made a decent knot. Still laying stomach down on the cold concrete. I looked at Abby who looked shocked at first, but then saw the look on my face, laughed, and walked behind me and started to tie up my feet, but I struggled so Jenny sat down on my legs and proceeded to do the knot herself. I tried to struggle as I felt my feet being pressed together. Jenny tied a good knot then got off me and admired her work. I kept struggling rolling left and right trying to free myself, but it was no good. 

Jenny grabbed my feet and started to drag me across the floor. I was dragged about 20 feet then I felt my shirt being lifted up. We had hit carpet, She stopped a few feet after that, I looked behind me and saw that I was in the guest bedroom. Which for a bedroom it was pretty lame, it contained only a small cot, a dresser, and one of those basement windows. Which was now being pelted with rain.

“Help lift him onto the cot” Jenny said

Abby grabbed my feet and Jenny grabbed my arms. I felt the ropes tighten as I was being lifted upwards. They lifted me onto the cot, which was pretty much just a mattress on the carpeted floor. Me being very skinny and only weighing maybe 90 pounds at the time. They were able to lift me pretty easily. Jenny then rolled me onto my back and tickled my stomach, I laughed, then tried to struggle away from them. 

Your are probably thinking you got tied up by TWO girls? Dang you living my dream man, but no… I’ll tell you this it’s a terrible feeling to be tickled like mad and knowing you can’t do a single thing about it. I started yelling in between laughs begging them to stop. I felt another pair of hands start tickling around my neck and I started yelling with laughter even louder. Finally Jenny stopped and Abby followed suite…

I was breathing hard, and tried to make sure I kept my eye on the both of them.

“I need to get something, make sure he stays put”, Jenny said with a smile.

Abby smiled at me and tickled me around the neck. I laughed and started to try and roll away from her. Which I’m proud to say I did quite well considering my situation. Abby sat on my stomach then tickled me again. This time it was much hard to get away. Though I still could lift my legs and knock her in the back. About 2 minutes later I heard the familar slaps of Jenny’s feet telling me she was returning, Jenny went into the room and closed the door. She then showed me a sock most likely Abby’s considering its size and half used roll of duck tap. She stuffed the sock in my mouth. It felt dry and I tried to spit it out, but it was surprisingly hard to do. About 3 seconds later I found duck tapped being wrapped around my mouth and go around the back of my head and around my mouth again. Jenny had made 2 whole wraps around my mouth before she cut off the duck tape with a scissors she pulled from her pocket. I tried to say stop but I knew they no longer could understand a word I said. Though I had a feeling they knew what I meant. Jenny turned me onto my stomach and then put the duct tape down, but Abby said 

“He’s squirmy” 

Jenny just smiled… I expected the worse, which I wasn’t wrong. Jenny dragged me a little bit backwards so my feet where now hanging off the edge of the cot.

Jenny replied “Hold him down”

Abby being older than me and just as heavy as me, sat on my back. It was then I felt the feet side of my body being lifted along with the cot. Jenny had lift the cot a little and wrapped the duct tape around the cot making sure it crossed my feet I felt my feet then legs being forced into the cot around every pass. Abby then got off my back and held my head down so I couldn’t struggle. While Jenny continued to wrap the duct tape further up my body till only my head wasn’t secured to the cot.

Abby got up and admired her sister’s work. I tried to keep them in my view, but they were directly behind me. Then I felt my shoes being untied. I started screaming in my gag and tried to move, but the duct tap had made it totally impossible for me to move. Abby went to the front of the cot took one look at me and burst out into laughter. Jenny mean while continued to untie my shoes. She untied one then took it off. Then started to pull off the other shoe. I tried to hook my feet so she couldn’t take it off, but it was a futile attempt. I then felt fingers going up and down my socks. Jenny tickled me briefly at which I screamed into my gag. Jenny laughed then said

“I thought so”

She then started to remove my socks. I felt it slowly come off my foot. I tried desperately to move but it was no use. She then pulled off my other sock. Now I was practically freaking out. My feet were the worse tickling spot I had. I was completely barefoot and helpless. I saw flashes of light indicating the storm had now passed directly over head, but who cared… I was about to be tortured, anything but this I thought anything… but then I felt Jenny’s cool fingers gently going up and down one of my bare feet. I giggled and again tried to break free. But it was no used.

“-laughs- I told you he’d be ticklish there, Isn’t that right Matt?” Jenny said 

Then I felt her fingers moving rapidly up and down my bare feet. I started to struggle (well only if you count moving 2 centimeters up and down on the cot struggling) I tried to free my feet, but I felt that I was only able to move my toes (which no need to say was no help to me as it seemed to make Jenny want to tickle my feet even harder) Then I felt another pair of hands tickling my other barefoot. At first I thought it was Jenny, but no it was Abby she was now behind me tickling me too. By now both girls were laughing hysterically. Not as much as me of course, but you get the picture. They tickled me for what seemed like forever taking short pauses in between the tickle torture.

Jenny “What’s wrong Matt? You said you wanted to play something else.”

They continued to tickle my bare feet. Then Abby or Jenny I never found out who started to tickle my sides while I felt one of the other girls hands who was tickling my feet take over the other barefoot. I now had one girl ticking my sides and another tickling my bare feet. I couldn’t remember another time I felt tickled so badly I was almost in pain, then suddenly they stopped. 

Jenny “Had enough?”

I nodded as best as I could. Saying yes over and over again but it only came out as pitiful mmfffs.

Jenny “Well I guess we can stop if you WANT (tickled my sides again then stopped) us to”

Jenny picked up the scissors and proceeded to cut through the duck tap. First near my shoulders then slowly making my way down to my feet. Each time she broke through a wrap of duck tape I felt my body rise up a little more on the cot. Though she kept the tape around my mouth on. Then I felt them untie my hands. I pulled my wrist to my face and examined them, semi deep red grooves were around my wrist. I then took of the duct tae around my mouth. It was a little painful after I got to the tap sticking to my hair and skin, but I managed then ripped out the sock. Jenny tickled my feet one last time. I had tried to pull myself forward, but Jenny just grabbed my feet and dragged me back to her. Then untied the jump rope around my bare feet. Abby and Jenny cleaned the place up a bit. There were scraps of duct tape everywhere. And there was still some on the back of the cot. Meanwhile I frantically put on my socks and shoes as fast as I could (I didn’t want my feet even exposed to being tickled again, my ankles had the same marks, they didn’t really hurt as much as the fact they were there.) I noticed I was also drenched in sweat. Then we all went upstairs, made popcorn, sat down and watched “All That” on nick. I had at one time pretended I dropped some popcorn and was about to tickle one of their still bare feet, but they noticed and gave me a glare… not wanting to be tickled again I sat back down and watched TV. About 2 hours later my parents came. Asked if I had fun, I automatically said yes. Jenny grabbed me, I flinched but she only hugged me briefly.

Jenny “Bye Matt”

I waved good bye and proceeded out into the rain. Happy that this day had come to an end. But something had kinda clicked in my head. I kinda liked what they did. It was strange I though, but I liked it. 

True story, about the first time I was ever tied up. It would be 7 years before I ever experience another bondage experience with anyone. However I’m happy to say I was not the victim the next time. 

I have one other story, which I will right sometime this week. 

actually any prank store. I don't know what yo got in canada but in the Us we have a store named graffeti. or whatever you spell it they sell hand cuff cour they have the safty tabs but those are pretty easy to break off...

I just ordered a pair myself.
Heh Heh

My brother and I tried a number of different things to use as a gag. Everythign form rags to t-shirts. We finallly settled on a scarf of my mothers that she let me have. Robbie and I kept our treasures under my bed in a paperbag. At some point we figured out you could put a rubber ball in the scarf and I was unable to get it out or talk.

After our first game of tie up a few times Robbie and a friend of his would chase me around and try catch me and tie me up. Don't get me wrong it wasn't all the time maybe a total of five or six times. Mom would often be home and thought I was such a sweet older sister to play with my brother and his friends. She saw me tied up by them numerous times often being lead around the house or having my feet tied together on the couch. She'd always give some sage advice telling them, "Don't tie her too tight or next time she won't play with you." Usually i'd wear shorts as this was mostly in the summer, but occassionally I wore a skirt and once a swimsuit (both of which I have special memories about).

After my brother figured out the true benefits of a ball in the scarf as a gag, things began to get more interesting. I will leave the rest to your imagination, but it became our version of playing Doctor.

However just because I had not tied up or had someone tie me up in the last 7 years doesn’t mean I knew nothing of bondage. On a contrary my bondage knowledge had grown emencly. I had seen tons of videos and god only knows how many pics. I had recently found a way (even though it took me 3 very painful try’s one involving landing head first onto a concrete floor :S) to make a painless and virtually no circulation loss suspended bondage. I had learned the tricks of the trade in knot tying and places for “tie up games” mostly thanks to this site, which I found accidentally a little more than a year ago. I now had a GF who I was with for over 8 months. She was a high 16 year old and I was a young 17 year old. No we never did “it” Sure we’d make out now and then, but we weren’t stupid and never crossed a certain line.

My story starts about 2 weeks after my 17’Th birthday. My parents were going out to “enjoy themselves” the way parents do sometimes. Of course me being the sneaky teen I am, I had it all planned out. Since my parents were gone this would be a perfect time to spend a few hours with my GF who lets call her Carrie. I swiped er… barrowed . terminator 3 off the Internet and burned it so we could watch it on the Xbox…

At 6:45pm (right after dinner) my parents left and I got ready for Carrie. I changed into my usually baggy zip off cargo jeans which were wide enough that they were loose but secure and the legs went down past my feet. I also took out a “saying” shirt Carrie loved joke shirts I never understood it, but I wore them none the less. This particular one was black and had words that said “I have just kidnapped myself, give me $1,000,000 dollars or you’ll never see me again. (here’s a link http://www.hottopic.com/Assets/product_images/lg/225374_lg.jpg) I had short ankle socks (I hate them ones that start going up the leg) and my black with midnight blue flame streak shoes. I also had my steel, with matrix green inside wrist watch which I usually keep on just because it feels strange with out it and matched well with the rest of my cloths. Carrie should be here any moment, but I still needed to do something with my hair. My hair was always a mess, I tried to comb it down the best I could but it always stuck back up again. 

The door bell rang, I walked out of the bathroom and answered the door. I was for a moment in shock. Carrie was utterly beautiful. Her straight shoulder length black hair had a shine to it. I noticed her shirt was one of those that had three rips by her breast, exposing her a bit. She had long loose pants. Secured with a brown belt and those black high ankle leather boots. She smiled and we kissed briefly before I let her inside. I invited her on the couch and she sat down. 

“Nice shirt” she said
“Thanks I replied”

I noticed she had seemed a bit tense about it. But I shrugged and sat down next to her. 

“So what you wanna do?” Carrie said
“Well I just got Terminator 3 off kazaa so we can watch it if you want?” I said
“Yea… in a little while” She replied.

Knowing that it may be a while before the movie I sat down next to her. She moved next to me and rested her head at my side. Now conversation I was kinda good at with a girl, but as girls could go on for hours I could only master about 45 min. Carrie had recently gone to a friends house and I decided it would be a good to ask her how it went.

“So how was your day?” I said
“Oh it was great we played a few games, and at the end we tied Jamie to a support pole in the basement and tickled her senseless (laughs) ” Carrie replied excitedly.

I just sat there, I was in shock. I had known her for nearly 8 months, I thought I knew everything about her. (As for as long as we talked I damn well better know a lot about her) My brain couldn’t register it. Did she just say what I think she said? My heart seemed to of gone into a freefall. It was one thing to have a girl friend that had the same interests as you that you could easily get along with, but when she has the same ahem, INTEREST as you, the shock of it was like walking outside to get the paper only to find yourself caught in a hail storm of 100 dollar bills, its unexpected, but its certainly welcomed! I had to ask, ether I was going to get the strangest of looks, or I was going to hear music to my ears, but I needed to know.

“You like bo… (no bondage sounded to harshly sexual, I decided to go for something a bit lighter) You like to tie-up games?” I asked slowly and carefully.

She looked at me, as if thinking the same thing I had just thought about a moment ago. Then replied,

“Yea, I know it’s kinda strange, but it’s great. (she paused briefly then said in a carefully toned voice) You should try it some time…”

“I have…” I mumbled very quietly under my breath. Still remembering the first time I was tied up. 

This is my chance I thought.

“Well, we got (I checked my watch) 4 hours why don’t we try it out?” I said
“Ok, let me run home real quick I got a few things there” she said slightly flushed

So she walked home, (it was only two blocks down) and in 15 minutes she returned with a backpack.

“So what’s in it?” I asked mildly curious
“Oh, you’ll find out” she said almost coldly

By now my heart was racing, I could feel my addrelin going. (It was the same feeling you have when you get a near death experience or about to do something you can get in big trouble with.) The feeling poured through out my body, it was almost too much to take. 

Ok where to do this… then I had an idea… on my second move I got a new bed (the people who originally lived didn’t want to drag it along, so my old bed was still downstairs. It used to be a bunk bed so it had wooden rails going up to where the second bunk would be. 

“Come follow me, I’ll show yea a place we can do this” I said

Carrie followed me I could hear metal clinking in the backpack and my heart went into another major freefall. On the way I noticed she eyed a gaming table. (It was about waist high and about 7 feet long and 4 feet wide.) I made a mental note to remember that table. I led her into a (ironically) guest room. Which had partially been converted into an office as my mom was a teacher. The bed was in the corner, she saw it and said

“oOo perfect…” she said in that playful tone of hers I’ve grown to like so much.
“so what’s the plan?” I asked breathing a little more than usual.
“Well wanna have a tie up tournament?” she said enthusiastically
“A what?!” I said though I had a good idea what it was
“A Tie Up Tournament” “Basically we tie each other up 3 times and time each other. There’s a 15 minute limit. At which if you don’t get out you get the penalty. At the end we tally up our time and who ever has the shortest amount wins.” She said

I was afraid to ask, but I had to say

“And… what’s this… this penalty?” I said though I pretty much knew the answer
“Why who ever is tied up gets tickled to death!” She said in a cruel tone. 
“and what’s the prize?” I said
“You mean the prize for winning? Oh, well… I’m sure we can think of something” She said playfully winking at me. <heart did yet another free fall>
“Ok right who gets tied up first?” I said

She thought a bit then said

“Lets flip a coin”
“all right” I replied. I took out a quarter “heads or tails?”
“Heads”

I flipped the coin caught it in mid hair and slapped it on the top of my hand… tails… this time my entire body seemed to of exploded in anticipation

“well” she asked still not knowing the answer
“Your mine” I said excitedly
“Oh… well, just remember, you will be next” Carrie said with a smile

I went to my own stash and retrieved my rope, belt and slightly used roll of duct tape from under the stairs in the pantry. I came back and she rolled her eyes.

“And what in the hell do you call that?” she said airily
“What?” I said 
“Use my stuff or I’ll be out in a second flat.” She said 
“Oh yea? You think so?” I said daringly
“I don’t think, I know” She said with a grin
“Well we’ll see about that” I said now grinning myself

I uncoiled the rope which was kinda pitiful I had to admit. It was splitting at the ends and was in bad shape, but me being on the budget I was and not wanting to get caught with like a dog cage or something totally outrages I stayed as simple as I could. Rope and duct tape… cant get much more simple than that I thought.

“all right lay down on the bed.”
“ok but I’ll be out in no time” she said

she laid down on the bed and went limp. 

“bind away” she said lazily

I looked at my “target” and saw she might be able to free her feet with those slippery boots so. I sat down on the bed. Put one of her feet in my lap and began unzipping it

“Hey what are you doing?” she said almost laughing
“taking off these boots what do you think?” I said in an obvious tone
“And why are you doing that?” she said mildly interested
“Why, so I can tickling you after your 15 minutes is up” I said with an evil grin
“Heh since when are you a little smart ass?” 
“Oh you haven’t seen half of what I am yet…” I said giving her the evil grin again
“oh I can’t wait” she said in her playfully sexy tone

I unzipped her boot and pulled it off exposing her sock her toes wiggling. Then I removed the other boot. There I thought now she wont be able to escape from that so easily. 

So I began to tie her up. I grabbed about a 3 foot piece of rope. And picked up her right wrist (which was up against the wall) Her hand hung lifelessly, as she made no attempt to stop me from tying her down. I wrapped the rope around twice her wrist and pushed the rope through the 2 wraps then made a double knot. Then I stretch out her arm to the bed post on the right side and did the same thing. I then got another rope same length and started doing the other wrist. She stared at me, mouth slightly opened and eyes of innocents. Her 3 ripped shirt showed better than ever. She tested he bonds and then laid limply again. I proceeded to her cute feet. (I had a thing for feet, but never told anyone. Not even her… hell actually this would be the first time I admitted it… funny in a way. Never said a word then posted it to hundreds of people across the globe. Anyway) I crawled across her and she gave a playful

“oOo Matt”

I went to her right foot and proceeded to push her pants leg up so it exposed her smooth ankle. I did the same thing that I did to her wrist to her ankle. But before tying it to the bed I dragged her by her feet so her arms were stretched out

“You ok?” I said
“Oh I’m ok, but YOU wont after I get out of this.” She said with her own evil grin

I then stretched out her leg and tied the other side of the rope to the post. Then got off the bed and did the same to the other foot. She tested those bonds as well.

“Ha! That’s it? I’m disappointed in you Matt, I would have expected more outta you.” She said sarcastically
“You know what?” I said with a almost a laugh
“What?” she said smiling
“You talk too much, I’ll fix that.” I said and did a evil laugh (the brahahAHAHAHA!)
I went into the laundry room, the one thing about my family is when it came to chores they were lazy. They would stuff 2 or 3 loads in a single basket before bringing it upstairs. So I was almost certain I’d find a sock. Low and behold I found a nice clean white one. I went back into the office and took a look at her. She looked at me and then to the sock. 

“So you DO know a little bit about bondage” she said

I didn’t reply I immediately stuff the sock in her mouth, then duct tapped her mouth shut using the same wrapping motion Jenny and Abby used on me 7 years back. Though trying to duct tape as little hair as possible. 

I looked at her helpless body, spread eagle across MY bed. A girl tied down to MY bed. It was something special indeed. But then I had an idea… I took the duct tape and wrapped it around the knots, tightly. Carrie made a fairly high pitched mMm of impressed. I then looked down and admired my work. Simple, but hard. I thought I did a pretty good job. I took of my watch switched it to “timed” and pushed one of the small silver color side buttons. The watched beeped signaled Carrie to go and try to break her bonds. I sat down on the side of the best and watched her struggling against the bonds. At first she was just flailing and I laughed thinking this game was mine and I’d be tickle torturing her in no time. But I just realized she was loosening the bonds so she could stretch a bit more. Pretty soon she could reach the duct taped knot at her left hand. She began picking at the tape with he finger nail. It slowly started to peel off… She grabbed a loose corner of it and pulled. It started to come off revealing the double knot. She began picking at that and it started to come loose. She then pulled the loop a bit, then pulled loosening the rope even further. Then repeating the same tactic.

I checked my watch 6 minutes… I looked up and he hand was free she began ripping off the other duct tape and then started on the knot. Both her hands were soon free. She gave me a quick look of Ha! then proceeded to her feet. Which now with two hands she freed her feet pretty easily. I pushed the watch button again. 

“well how did I do?” Carrie asked
“8min 23sec…” I said… I was kinda disappointed I was hoping for a bit of tickle torture, but oh well.
“hmmm bit longer than I expect, still after I’m through with you those 8 min are going to seem like 8 seconds. Now lay down on that table out there.”

I glanced at the table… I knew it was coming. I sighed, preparing for the worst and got onto the table careful not to hit my head on the pool light (a square hanging light with 2 light bulbs inside, the original owner of the house had a pool table however we did not.) I laid onto the table stomach down.

“Oh no you don’t that would be too easy and besides how am I suppose to tickle you when the best parts of your body are covered” she smiled again

I rolled over onto my back. Meanwhile Carrie went and got the backpack. Finally I can see what was inside this thing. She opened it and spilled the contents onto the floor beside the table. I peeked over and my mouth dropped instantly. This girl had the whole frickin works!!! She had regular handcuffs, chain cuffs, strangely flat rope, 2 rolls of duct tape, a couple of weird looking belts, a scissors, and a bunch of tickle instruments I was praying never would be used on me. 

“Oh yes, you see Matt, me on the other hand have got it all… and I assure you. I WILL be using it all on you by the end of this little game.” She said with the best evil grin yet

I on the other hand was still in shock, though we have only been GF and BF for 8 months I’d known her since a couple of months after I moved in or about 4 years. How in the hell did she have all this… this stuff. The WHOLE time and I never noticed. I had my dream girl living just a few blocks from my house and I never noticed!!!

“You better relax, your in for a rough night” Carrie said as she shifted through her toys of torture

Carrie grabbed the flat rope. I looked at it, I knew it’s flatness had to have a purpose, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. She began unraveling it. It had to be it least 40 feet long. She started cutting it into various lengths with the scissors. 

“You call that old junk rope? Just you wait till you try MY rope” She laughed and I started to panic. Last thing I wanted is to endure another major tickle torture episode. 

After she was done cutting she took a fair length piece of rope, picked up my wrist, (her fingers felt cool against my now hot skin) and tied it to my wrist, tightly too.

“Um, that’s a bit… that’s a bit tight.” I said
“Oh don’t be such a baby” she said in a mocking baby tone

She then went under the table. She pulled my arm down so it went under the table then from the sounds of it she was wrapping the rope around the table leg. She then wrapped it around the other table leg and did the same thing with my other hand. I looked at the bonds. Actually hell what am I saying I couldn’t even SEE the bonds! It was under the table. Then she went for my feet. First she just stood there looking at them for a moment as if trying to figure out the best way to do it. She went to her pile of torture devices and took out a roll of duck tape. Then lifted my legs and began wrapping my legs up right down to my feet. I looked down. I looked mummified to the waste down. She then tied my feet up with the flat rope. Once again a bit tighter for comfort. She then went back to her pile… looked around and scratched her head, dug in her pack.

“where in the hell is it?” she said to herself

I was about to ask where’s what when her face lit up and she pulled out a ball gag! I was about to protest, saying I don’t exactly care for something that god only knows how many people of used, but before I could get so much as a word out I found it in my mouth. I tested my bonds… ultra tight. I could only move the inner part of my body up and down a few centimeters. Perhaps she noticed for what she said next.

“Well have to do something about that” 

I heard the rip of duct tape and she began wrapping me in duct tape to the table. This was getting bad, I thought. 

“Ok what did you do to that watch?” Carrie said
I said “on the bed” but it just came out “Mn mff ffeff” 

She laughed then replied

“You know you look even cutter tied down like this”

I felt my face flush. Ether that or it was the two hot bulbs beating down on me. She went into the office and came back with the watch. She looked at it, then pushed a button. I heard the beep. Immediately I tried to break free. I noticed immediately that she had wrapped the rope half way up the leg… If I could just shift the rope upwards I’d get more slack. I stretched as hard as I could. Painful, but rewarding I used my finger to dig under the ropes and lift them up. Then I did the same with the other side. My body stretched at every moment, but it was better than being “tickled to death”

“Oh… good good, your smarter that I thought, but just wait till you try the rope.” She said with a grin

Ha! I thought you an’t seen nothing yet. Now my hands could easily reach each other and I started to try and push the end of the rope in so I could make a loop in the knot, But no matter how hard I tried no effect. The flat rope had made it lose its stiffness when you tried to push it out, like a shoelace. I was in trouble.

“3 minutes” she said

I began digging my fingernails (if you can call them finger nails they were so short I couldn’t even pick up a penny without an effort. I started to pull on the knot. It was very tight, but I didn’t lose hope. I was NOT going to be tickled again. Not again! So I kept trying finally the rope started to give and I managed to free my left hand. (I was using my right to untie myself because that is my domient hand) I felt the rush of blood flowing through my free hand. I hadn’t noticed, but it had started to go insanely numb. I then tried to get up but the wrap of duct tape was holding me down. I looked up and noticed the end of it right above me. It was too easy. I began unraveling myself, but the second I got to the under side of the table I could reach the tape. Dammit I thought.

“8 minutes” she said with a grin. She even began looking down at my shoes and tapped them a bit with her index finger, teasing me.

Then I thought about what to do, I just laid there staring into the pool light for a moment.

“Giving up so easily Matt?” Carrie said

I had it!!! The inner table had beams in it so there was a dip inside the table the one spot where there was duct tape underneath was on the outside. So I went straight to work. I dug my finger into the top most layer of duck tap (near my chin) and pulled the duct tap as hard as I could. It was pulled right out from under the table. YES! I thought. I looked at Carrie who had now bitten her lip. I immediately went to work. I got half way through. Each time I felt blood rushing into my body, though my right hand (which I still didn’t bother to untie) was becoming uncomfortably prickly) 

“10 min” she said

got through the top half of my legs

“11 minutes” 

got through the rest of the duct tap all what was left was the last bit of rope.

“13 minutes”

I got up and slowly lowered myself to the edge. This was a mistake I fell over and because of the rope I fell straight down. I manage to catch myself with my hands ,but it still hurt like hell

“Ouch, Are you ok?” she laughed

“mMfff” I said as I started to twist my body so I could see the rope.

“14 minutes” 

I began frantically untying the knot, but it was so tight. Finally I did it. I DID IT! I wasn’t going to be tickled I looked to her who pointed to my now pulsing hand and to the gag. I screamed into the gag.

“You got 13 seconds”

I ripped off the gag and frantically fumbled with the rope around my wrist. I kept trying even though I knew I was doomed. Finally I was free. I looked to her. Only to see her lunge at me and knock me over. 

“TOO LONG” she began tickling my ribs. I laughed and started to push her off. She laughed and put her full weight on me. And began tickling under my arm pits. I started to roll. We rolled over the top of each other over and over and over till we hit a wall. She got off, breathing heavily, but smiling none the less.

“And that was just a taste of what I got.” She said laughing

I got up. Shaking, but determined to get back at her. It was my turn. I decided to skip the table and go right to the big stuff. 

“Follow me, I have something for yea all right” I said barely able to keep it in. If she accepts this I’d get a dose of heaven. Suspended bondage of a girl. Oh yea! 
Part II coming soon

15 min Me 8min 23sec for Carrie... However I swore I'd get my revenge... 

I’m 18 years old, going into my last year of high school (hopefully, lat thing I want to be is a Super Senior) I now live in Milwaukee, WI… not exactly the friendliest of places, buts overall its ok. A few of my favorite hobbies (besides bondage that is) is… 

making banners 
(http://sfxclan.com/files/Signature%20Upload/SFX%20Matt/st4.png) 
for instance this one for my gaming clan. 

composing music (http://sfxclan.com/files/Signature%20Upload/SFX%20Matt/new/Theme.mp3)
like this one, it’s a simple theme song. 

writing stories (though I’m really only good at sci-fi and horror stories.) 
(http://clan420.ath.cx/users/defender/rpgs/The_Nightmare.doc)
This ones horror

It should be interesting to see what will happen after I run outta my life tales of bondage experiences… (which by the way what I’m working on now IS my last bondage experience) Perhaps a sci-fi bondage story? Lol I could see it now… Hmmm though a horror… now that would be interesting… not sure though it says “True Stories” on the page so… Anyway

I’m a great problem solver (which DOES come in handy during tie up games) I also LOVE gaming. I’m in my own group at which we go into servers totally obliterating everyone inside. 

I’m hoping to become a cop. Mostly because I’m kinda the adventurous sort. When I was a kid I’d go and explore all over the place, my parents got so mad because they had to go looking for me god only knows how many times. Then later on in my teens I got into bike stunts… (My parents just loved that lol) I’m not talking little wheelies and stuff. I’m talking about riding down flights of stairs, popping a wheelie just right so you can drive right up a hood of low riding cars. Playing chicken with others on bikes (we hit each other quite a few times. Both of us who go up to about 15 mph striking each other that would be like being hit by a car going 30 (we could go up to around 25 but then that would be 50 mph and that started to get a little deadly so…)

I’ve taken my share of “bumps and bruises” in life, if you get my drift. But in a corny sorta way, it’s made me great when understanding people. I can take a killer and figure out exactly why he does what he does.

There, that’s a small portion of my life. Hope it was it least vaguely interesting lol. As for my latest story I should have part II done by the end of this week.

(what is this, a dating service)

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common you gotta admit, 6 or 7 of the best experts in tie up games all in one place for a major tie up game... THAT would be something indeed...
 

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um this is probaly a stupid question, but who are you directing this too? lol

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um this is probaly a stupid question, but who are you directing this too? lol 

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This is too Jason... I swear that line wasn't there before!!! lol

this just goes to show, you should be repling to post when your overtired.

by the way Part II should be done by tonight...
 

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“Stay here” I said; she looked at me, puzzled, but stayed put.

I went into the work room (basically filled with hunting, fishing equipment. It also had a pulley system which my dad got from a garbage at work. (there’s nothing wrong with it, but where my dad works <he’s a lineman> you must replace equipment after a certain date so it was tossed out. The pulley was mainly meant to help with cutting down trees, but tonight it was going to hang a girl by her feet. I smiled and my heart started to go into a free fall again. I hadn’t been this excited about anything in a long time. I picked up the pulley its 2 hooks clanked together as I brought it into the laundry room. I dropped the pulley system at her feet, I heard a large intake of breath and then she was about to say something, but I already headed upstairs to get something. I came back with one of those little fake climbing equipment that you put on key chains and stuff. It may not be smart for climbing, but for this it was perfect. I also had a belt. 

“Are you, are you going to hang me from that!” she pointed to the pulley system
“Hell yea!” I said grinning
“No, No, now you’re going to far.” She said. She had totally lost her playful “I’m so naughty” tone
“Relax, I’ve done this to myself it least 4 times by now. 

(I didn’t mention two of those times involved very painful endings because the first time I just used rope and the second I tied the rope to the rafters to loosely and I fell head first to a concrete floor.) 

“Nothing to worry about” I said

She looked at it, then to me. I could tell she wanted to be suspended, but she was nervous. Finally she said

“Ok, but if I get hurt I shall torture you to all ends!” She said.

My mouth went dry, There was a chance that I could make a mistake. I had to be very careful.

“Ok lay down” I said.
“wait” Carrie said, “Let me do something real quick”

I watched as she pulled out a few dirty clothes and placed it directly under the rafters. Why did I think of that?! It could have saved me a load of pain. Not to mention money for Tylenol J 

“Ok ready” she said

she laid down on the dirty cloths. I went over to her feet and started to pull of her socks.

“Hey!”

I stopped, one sock was complete still on and the other was only on by her toes.

“relax” I said grinning “Without shoes or sox you’ll have more grip. And it’ll save me time” I said with a laugh
“Yea, well just you wait” she said

And so I started, I pulled off the rest of the sock. Then took off the other one. Her feet look so nice it took me a lot of will power to not just go tickle nuts on them right on the spot, but I kept reminding myself. Better things are to come! I sat down and put both of her bare feet into my lap. She was still laying down. Staring at me, with a “What are you going to do with me” expression on her face. I picked up the belt and began wrapping it around her bare feet forming a figure 8 then I wrapped once around the outside of her feet. I then made sure it was comfortably tight by dragging her a bit with just the figure 8 part.

“That feel all right?” I asked
“Yea, its all right” She said I noticed a strange tone… a airy one that reminded me of anticipation

I then took a bit of rope got a chair. I pulled the chair up to one of the rafters and climbed onto the chair. I wrapped it around the rafter and quad tied it to make certain we wouldn’t have any accidents I then grabbed it with my hands and hung from it making sure it was secure. My hands hurt and were beat red after words, but that was a small price to pay for endless tickle torture. 

I took the pulley system and hooked the top part to the rope. I then took the “climber chain link” here’s a link if you still have no clue what I’m talking about http://www.chemlite.com/keychains/items/ClimberWatch.jpg
I then used that and hooked it to the figure 8 part of the belt. I then lowered the pulley system, hooked it to the chain link, and pulled till there was no loose rope. Oh but I wasn’t finished yet. I went out and got some duck tape and some rope. I rolled her over and put her hands behind her back and I tied them together. Her bare feet, still dangling a few inches off the ground shifted back and forth causing her to roll a bit left and right. I then wrapped her arms in duct tape. I walked over to the laundry basket and got another sock and stuff it in her mouth then wrapped her mouth with duct tap. Now came the best part. I pulled the rope in the pulley, and I watched as her bare feet slowly went into the air. Then her stomach, chest, and finally her head went into the air. She went Mfff Mff, I could tell she was enjoying it. I did notice her hair was touching the pile of clothes underneath her though. I couldn’t resist and I pushed her a bit. Helpless she rocked back and forth like some alien swing, I laughed.

Carrie made an attempt to get free but I said 

“Hold on I’m not done yet” 

I started to wrap her in duct tape. I started at her shoulders and worked my way up till even the rope that was locked (and was the only thing that could be her down was wrapped in duct tape) With her in the air it was almost too easy. Then after she was totally covered in duct tape and the pulley was locked within the tape mess so not even I could get her down without cutting through the tape. I walked away and admired my job. She dangling by her bare feet, just hanging there, and swaying back and forth. Her Mff’s kept persisting. This was too much for me to bear, but I had to control myself. I went and got the watch and hit the start button it beeped and she immediately tried to get free. She struggled and wiggled around in the air. Causing her to rock back and forth even harder. Suddenly I heard a creak upstairs. SHIT I thought my parents are home. (actually shit wasn’t the only word I said, but I thought I’d keep this story’s age rating to a minimal level.)

I panicked and was about to untie her, but I didn’t I kept listening. Carrie stopped struggling she was just dangling there helpless. Listening too, No more sounds. 

“Wait a minute” I said

I went up to her and pushed her a little hard. She rocked back and forth and I heard the creaking sound once again, Whew I thought…

“Don’t worry, it’s only the support beam” 

She gave me a dirty (but pretty pitiful considering how helpless she was) look

She started to struggle again I realized the time was still going… it was up to 4 minutes already and she wasn’t even close to getting out. I sat down on the chair next to her watching her struggle. She was swinging around in great circles trying to undo the tape. She went nutz trying to break free from sheer strength alone, tiring herself out. For a while after that she just dangled there, lifelessly limp. Her eyes went to mine.

“Give up?” I said

she mad a pitiful attempt to shake her head

“Only… (looked at watch) 6 minutes left” I said then grinned…

Immediately she began struggling again. Her feet twisted around in the belt. She struggled moaning and cursing into the gag. 

“only 2 minutes left” I said

She struggled wildly, I got off the chair and got the scissors and started to cut the front part of the duct tape off her but making sure the back where her arms were alone. She pushed with the new weak tape and she finally broke free of the duct tape, but she still had the ropes binding behind her. She was struggling like mad.

“36 seconds left” I said totally losing control of my voice. This was going to be great, I thought.

The excitement of my voice must of been caught by her, because she started to struggler even harder. She looked like a fish dangling from a stringer. Trying desperately to get away, but in reality she was done for.

“TIMES UP!!!” I said louder than I meant too. “hmmm what should I do first” 

I looked at her, She was no longer struggling, but dangling there limp… preparing for the tickle torture.

“Ah lets see what kinda toys you have” I said

I went into the hall where the game table was and searched through the tickling toys of torture. Then I found something that looked interesting. It was battery operated. It looked almost like some sorta future scrub brush. But the bristles where very stiff. I turned it on and the bristles started to vibrate moving back and forth at a high speed. Oh yea I thought this will do. I went back into the room and revved the torture device (I turned it on and off real fast) she heard the rrrrRRRRrrrr rrrrRRRRrrrr and her eyes got big. She started screaming into the gag and shaking her head. I only nodded and laughed. I began lifting up her shirt (well pulling down if you count that she was hanging upside down) turned on the tickling machine and pressed it against her on the right side of her stomach, which I knew from experience was the most ticklish spot on her. She burst into laughter, course I only heard rapid mff mff mffff mff mff through her gag. I started rubbing the tickling machine around her stomach and she started to laugh even harder. Turning and twisting trying to get away. It was difficult as she kept spinning. But there was one place I knew she couldn’t get away. 

I stopped the machine. She hung there, breathing hard through her nose. Then I went for her bare feet, tied up with the belt, that was keeping her hanging from the ceiling. I turned on the tickling machine again and placed it at the tops of her bare feet. She went totally nuts, she was trying to lift her feet away from me, but since she could only move her legs she just rose up and down through the air. Her feet tried to curl but it was no good the belt kept them opened to my torture. I could hear her screams in the gag it made me want to tickle her more. So I started to tickle her stomach along with using the machine to tickle her bare feet. She was laughing to the point of crying. Ok, I thought I’ll tune it down a little. I turned off the tickling machine and instead just used my fingers on her bare feet. They felt incredibly smooth and soft. I watched her helplessly looking at me while laughing through the gag. It went on like this for about another 5 minutes before I stopped and took one last look at my helpless victim. She looked so cute… She just looked at me, with pleading eyes to let her down. I laughed then untied her hands. She immediately tried to unlock the pulley, but It was taped so I did it for her. I slowly lowered her down to the ground. She proceeded to take off the belt.

“So what did yea think?” I said smiling
“I think I’m going to enjoy torturing you in the next 2” she said completely out of breath though I could her a faint part of her playful voice returning
“Heh. You really think so?” I said. 

I looked at her, she was totally out of breath and her face was beat red. If I got out of the next one quick enough she would still be too tired to fight the next one and I could win the “Prize”

“Just watch and learn” she said

I proceeded to get under the pulley thinking she was going to suspend me. (actually I was kinda HOPEING shed suspend me) but she said

“Oh no, I’m saving the best for last, follow me.” She said

Well I followed her back to her bag. Carrie picked out a chain cuff (don’t know the exact name so I made it up, basically a pair of hand cuffs on a longer than average chain.) but wait there no way I could escape from that!

“Hey you can’t use that, it’s impossible to escape” I blurted out 
“Don’t worry I’ll put the keys in your hands, it’ll be a simple fix” she said smiling, but I didn’t like it one bit.

I followed her into the guest bedroom, her bare feet slapping against the concrete.

“All right get on the bed” she said

I did, half excited, half scared… She took my hands and put them into the railing and did it so four bars where separating the two hands. Then put the handcuffs on me. She put them as tight as they could go and it hurt. I did notice I still had a little bit of room. But NOT enough where my hands could touch. She then placed the key in one of the key hole in the cuffs

“Now don’t you go dropping that or you’ll really regret it” she said.

She then proceeded to my feet. Amazing my shoes where still on this whole time. It had to be a record! She proceeded to use a pair of ankle cuffs on those making sure to lead the long chain around the bars of the bed first. She put these tight as well, I tried to move my feet, but the cuffs started to cut into my ankle so I ceased right away. She then picked up the watch. This is it? I thought… she must be betting on the fact I’ll drop the key. I heard her push the start button and I began struggling. Every moment followed by sharp pain, but I wasn’t going to be a baby about it. I tried grabbing the key with my mouth, but didn’t come close. I tried grabbing the key with my opposite hand, but that didn’t worth ether. I even tried to use the same hand that was in the cuff holding the key, but obviously that didn’t work

“3 minutes” she said 

I laid there, sharp pains going through my body from my ankles and wrist. What could I do? I looked where the key was. The front part of the bed was up against the wall and my hand easily could reach the wall. But what could I do. And if I lose this and get tickled, it will be incredibly painful. 

“5 minutes” she said

Ok think Matt think… common. This should be easy. I looked at the key… it was facing the wall. Hmmm… handcuff keys don’t need to be turned that much… all I really need is some pressure. If I could push the key into the wall. It just may work. Then again It may pop out of the key hole and then I’ll be screwed.
“6 minutes” she said

I thought about it… but I didn’t see any other alternative, I went for it. With every moment hurting like hell I pressed the key into the wall and started twisting my hand. Trying to get it that small ¼ of a turn that would release me. I heard a click. My hand felt a little loose. I pushed hard and flexed my hand to try and push the cuff more. It clicked a few more times. It was nearly out just a couple more clicks. But no, it was too loose now the key was forced back into place and worse than that it fell out and landed right on the back side of the pillow my head was on. I cursed under my breath.

“Ha you dropped the key, you mine now” she laughed

She came over and sat down next to me watching me struggle. 

“8 minutes” she said quietly into my ear.

I was still cursing under my breath when I realized if I pulled enough I may be able to free my hand from the cuff. It certainly was sweaty enough that it should slip through. So I pulled and pulled. Scrunched my hand up as far as I could and pulled. I heard the rough sound (the same sound that happens when you force your hand on the corner of a table and started moving it) it wasn’t a pleasant noise, or feeling, but I got it free. 2 thin but deep red marks were across my wrist from the cuff and I noticed I had a few tears from the pain running down my face. By now Carrie had noticed she looked at my hand.

“Oh, Matt why didn’t you tell me it was too tight?” she said truthfully

I didn’t say anything I just wanted out. I noticed the key was slowly sliding off the pillow.. I picked it up and immediately used it on my other hand. Then proceeded to my feet. Finally free she stopped the watch. 

“11 minutes 34 seconds” she said.

Not exactly the quick time I wanted, but still better than 15 I concluded. She really did feel bad about it, I was surprised, Still I couldn’t let this get in the way of the games. It was My turn again, I just had to think of something that would stop her in her tracks.

23 minutes 23 seconds for Carrie 
26 minutes 34 seconds for Me

with only 3 minutes and 11 seconds difference it was really anybody’s game… or is it?
I looked down at the half roll of tape… This was not going to be enough if I use it, I had to win this. It was then I decided to bank my win on running outta resources… 

Part III coming soon

i had my friend amy over at my house and we where flipping through channels, extremely bored. after a while we found two different shows on, one that she wanted to watch, and one that i wanted to watch we started fighting over what to watch and finnally she agreed that we would watch my show. after about 30 seconds though she jumped at me and grabbed the remote. i tried to wrestle it out of her hands but her grip was very tight. 

we wrestled all over the place and fell onto the floor. she broke free of my grip and ran into the laundry room. i chased after her and tackled her to the ground. we wrestled for a full 5 minutes, each cracking up. i knew i would never get the remote from her death like grip so i started to tickle her. now she could't fight back and she was thrown into fits of laughter, rolling all over the ground trying to escape. she was everntually able to get ahold of herself enough to fight back.

as we where wrestling we bumped into a shelf and a roll of duct tape fell onto the ground next to us. without taking to much time to think about it i pulled myself on top of her, pulled her hands together, grabbed the roll of duct tape and started to rap her hands together in it. she was cracking up and trying to kick me off of her. once i had her hands tied in front of her i held her feet together under my arm and rapped her ankles in duct tape. she was trying to pick the duct tape away with her teeth now. i sat her up and bent her albows up so that her knuckles where toughing her chin. i rapped duct tape around her upper torso, pinning her arms to her chest. she was still laughing pretty hard. now she was mine. i taped her knees together and her thighs. 

by now she looked around at her bonds and looked up at me but still held the remot fast in her hand. without warning i pounced on her and started tickling her again. she burst into laughter. after about 5 or 10 minutes of this i was finnaly able to get the remote free from her. 
she brethed heavily.
"you win" she said.
"damn right i do" i said and tore off some more duct tape.
"what are you doing?" she said. i grinned evily at her and sealed her lips shut with several layers of tape. she mmmmphed and tried to kick me. i brought her back to the tv room and sat her in a chair. i tapes her to it and sat her in front of the tv, forcing her to watch my show. she struggled and mmmmphed loudly. after the show was over i untied her and she gave me a good kick in the shin. 

we had a great time that day. but it was just a sper of the moment messing around tie up game. 

How old are you two - freshmen in college, or in high school? Also, how did you tickle her? Was she already barefoot, or did you tickle other parts besides her feet?

A cute story though, and thanks for telling it.

First ill describe what we were wearing. I was just wearing a yellow sweater and a blue pair of jeans. Wonder Women(not her real name) was wearing a tank top with tight jeans and sandles(very nice). Im fifteen and shes fourteen.

So we had been planing this for a long time and we decided to meet behind a bank at about 10 PM. She asked me "Did you bring the duct tape?" and i responded "Oh Yeah!". So i tosed it to her and she pushed me on the ground onto my stomach and sat on me. She took the duct tape and wrapped it around my wrists about 8 times very tightly. The she wrapped it around my ankles very tightly as well. She turned me over and i sat up. She then wrapped tape above my knees, around my shoulders, and around my waiste. She pushed me back on my stomach and lifted my head. She wrapped tape around it about 4 times and walk away.

I did not expect her to walk away so I struggled very hard and realized i wasnt going anywhere. She came back about 20 minutes later and untied me because it started raining. We also ran out of duct tape so im going to buy more tomorow and its gona be her turn. So for now.....this story has to be continued....

Did you like it? Want me to post tomorows segment? Let me know!

Hope you enjoyed it!!!

I see a few post about my experience glad people are enjoying it.

Also if your reffering to mine (4 post above this one)

How old are you two - freshmen in college, or in high school? She was a high 16 and I was a low 17

Also, how did you tickle her? 

Was she already barefoot, or did you tickle other parts besides her feet? 

Oh I tickled everything I could reach her stomach, feet, neck (though I failed to mention it in the story). Choices are limited though when your suspended as I found out you usually spin when your struggling so it makes it hard to tickle the more looser spots. Thats why I went mainly for her feet. It was tied directly to the raftors and couldn't spin to well. Though I did have to use a chair to reach them...

Part III (which should be the last part of the experience) should happan sometimes this week... depends how my days live out...

I also notice alot fo people have been asking if there people around where they live who like bondage... silly so many people so despratly want a taste of the action who in the heck would be so foolish to...

anyone live near milwuakee Wisconsin? lol

Also anomalee i can't wait for the end of your story, you have like the best ones on this board...add me to msn or yahoo if you get a chance

And Matt W, your tournament story has been coming along well, I hope we can look forward to part III soon.

(for those who can't remember me im the guy who had a couple of tie up games with my cousin and was tied up once or twice st school) If you want to chat more feel free to add me to msn messenger or yahoo messenger

What are your thoughts? Is there any way to play along with the child and do what they want you to do to them, without making people think you're a wierdo?

I'm 13 and my neighbor's mom who is 30 handgagged me for 30min yesterday while i was tied to a chair. I didn't ask for it, but its not the first time an older woman has tied me up

Make reference to the fact that, as a responsible adult, you are going to make sure the situation is a lot safer by monitoring their health, never leaving them alone, untying them when they're done, and not torturing them while tied up (well, not too much)

I don't recommend doing that while you're completely alone, though. That just looks creepy when/if you're caught. Being alone with a tied up kid is the surest way to come off looking sick.

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

Anyhow, this happened yesterday and in some countries 2 days ago :). We met at the same place behind the bank and wonder women was wearing just a sweater and again tight jeans. I told her to lay down on the ground. She obeyed. I grabbed her arms and put them behind her back and tied them tightly with rope. I did the same to her ankles. Then i brought her into a hogtie. Then out came the duct tape >:). I shoved a small peice of fabric in her mouth and then wrapped the tape around her head and mouth(the back of her head protected by a tube sock) about 3 times, and then i pretended to leave like she had done to me. I went around the corner and had a ciggerette and sat there for about 40 minutes. When I finnally went back she was in the same position, still stuggeling and Mmmmphing. After about 10 minutes of tickeling her I let her out. She seemed very releived. We might go back to the bank again but im not sure.

Lemme know what you think. Ill try to keep posting.

Kristen was babysitting a kid and was real bored. She called ma and asked me if I wanted to hang out with her while the kid was sleeping since the parents wouldn't get home until late. I said sure and went over.

We were watching TV (I had the remote) when I remembered the story I had read on this site. So I went to channel guide to see if there were any shows or movies on that might have bondage on them so I could bring it up. Relic Hunter was on...I remembered Tia ws tied up a few times in that..but not in that episode. about 20 minutes later, 24 was on! I hadn't seen this one before so I left it on and really hoped this one would have some bondage in it. I had hope that night. And my faith rewarded me. Elisha Cuthbert was boung to a chair, wrists taped and then tape gagged. So I tuen to Kristen and say..

"That looks hard to get out of."

I was hoping she'd say something like 'I could get out of that easy'...

"Yeah." she replied. "I'd have a tough time getting out of that."

It was the opposite of what I was hoping for. But I could still work with it.

"I'm sure you could."

"No way."

"I bet 10 bucks you can." I said. It was probobly an unusual thing to say...but it worked.

"Really? Okay." she said.

I looked around for some duct tape and found it. I didn't want her to be able to escape. I'd rather just give her the 10 bucks and see her tied up for a while.

She sat down in a chair with arms on it and I began taping her wrists to the chair. But wrists alone wouldn't be that challenging. I argues that her feer should be tied too because we couldn't see weather Elisha Cuthbert had her feet tied. And she probobly did after all, what kind of villan would leave her feet untied? ;)

"Oookay. You can do the feet too." she said.

I taped her feet together and then pulled off a strip of duct tape. I don't think she really wanted to be gagged atfirst.

"Hey, there's no point in gagging me, it doesn't have anything to do with me being able to escape." she argued.

"Yeah I know. But we wanna make it as much like on 24 as possible..ya know?" I responded.

She sighed and nodded. I placed the tape over her mouth. This sight was even better then when Hayley was bound and gagged.

"Okay, you have 5 minutes to escape. Does that sound good?" I asked.

"Mmmm mmmmm." she mmphed in agreement.

I watched her struggle there for the whole 5 minutes. Mmmphing from time to time. and moving around in the chair. She managed to free her feet, but the wrists remained taped to the chair. The 5 minutes was up.

"Damn. I guess I owe you 10 bucks." I said, not sounding nearly as disapointed as I should have. "Say..are you tickelish?" I asked jokingly.

"Mmmgghh! Mmmmmph mrrrf!!" she mmphed in protest.

"I'm kidding, dork." I said as I ungagged her and freed her wrists.

"How was it?" I asked.

"I don't know. Not used to being tied up like that!" 

I gave her her money but she said not to worry about it. It was quite fun seeing her tied up. Maybe the next tie up will be inspired by this site too? I still have a few friends I haven't tied and I'll probobly tie up some a few more times. Nyuk nyuk nyuk

“all right lay down” I said

She got on the table and laid down. The bottoms of her bare feet right in front me. Once again, I had to keep myself in check. She noticed me staring and laughed, then lifted one of her feet so her toes brushed my bangs. I felt my heart skip a beat. I looked down at her. Trying to decided how to proceed. Then I had it. I went and found the last roll of duct tape.

“Duct tape? How original.” She said smiling again. 

I didn’t pay much attention and soon realized what I wanted to do wouldn’t work when she was sprawled out over the gaming table.

“Get off and just stand still” I told her
“Change of plans?” She said raising her eyebrow
“You’ll see” I said smiling

I began wrapping her into the duct tape. I worked my way bottom to top. First starting with her ankles then worked her way up the legs. The thighs right up to the chest. The whole time making sure I wrapped her hands and arms within the mess. By now the duct tape was nearly gone. (Which was my intention the whole time) I then used the last bit of duct tape to gag her. I shoved the usual sock in her mouth and wrapped it with duct tape. She was just balancing there. Leaning back and forth. It was quite funny. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her up. Then laid her down on the carpeted floor and went to get the stop watch. 

With all the duct tape gone there’s no way she could make it impossible for me to escape from the being suspended tied. I got the stop watch and took a moment as I always did to look at her. She was pretty much mummified from the chest down. If she got out of this I would be very impressed. I pushed the button on the watch and the timer started. Immediately she started to struggle. She reminded me of a gray worm. She just wiggled around on the floor pitifully. It was hilarious. Ever now and then giving a frustrating Mfff… The minutes flied by fairly quickly I just watched her struggle and teased her now and then. Saying stuff like 

“awww what’s wrong?” in my best impression of her mock baby voice

then laughing. I do admit for knowing she was completely helpless she put up a very good fight. She was twisting and turning. Rolling back and forth knocking into walls, every now and then giving me a glance with those helpless eyes. She knew she was screwed and so did I.

“You got 3 minutes”

I started going through all the ticking devices she had. (I became bored with the other torture device) I looked around but had no clue what most of them did or how to operate them. So I went original, I took a feather. At the time I thought a feather didn’t do nothing. I mean come on look at it. Your just touching one little part of someone, its weak, and further more so delicate that u find yourself running constantly out. Still I had to do something and when I grabbed the feather Carrie seemed to go into a panic. Really now all that over a stupid feather. It was like screaming your head off saying we’re all going to die as a house fly zooms around your head. Still I just shrugged and continued to watch her struggle. 

“You got 45 seconds” I said smiling and absent mindedly twirling the feather in my hand

She was helpless, powerless, and over all doomed to whatever I desired. I looked at the watch… it’s been past 15 minutes, My turn

She stopped struggling. Though she started to move away from me, inch worm style. I grabbed her by her feet and pulled her next to me. I sat across her legs and gently moved the feather up and down her bare soles. She laughed and tried to move away, but it was no use. Still I didn’t get what I wanted from this stupid feather. As I thought about what to do I started to absent mindedly twirling the feather again as I was tickling her bare feet. Suddenly she started going crazy. Who would of thought a simple twirl would bring such results. So I did that I began twirling the feather up and down her bare feet. She squirmed and tried to kick me, but since she was completely mummified it wasn’t very effective.

After a while I got bored with that and began trying to tickle her neck and around her face. I knew she wasn’t ticklish much on her face. But that insane feeling you get, like a very light tickle I knew would drive her insane. And that it did, she started to scrunch up her face screaming and kicking her feet (or it least trying to kick) By the time I was done her hair was completely messed up she was breathing hard and totally worn down. I decided it was time to untie… no excuse me… unravel her. So I picked her up and set her down on her feet. She swayed back and forth trying to keep her balance as I slowly started to unravel her from the tape. About half way through her arms were free and she took out the gag.

“You used all the duct tape, now how am I going to tie you up!” she blurted out
“Oh I’m sure you’ll think of something” I said trying to hold back a grin, though I was positive I won this game.

After finally unwrapping her I knew the exciting part was coming up next. I never been suspended tied by someone before and I was half looking forward to it. Though I did check my watch and make sure I still had time left so I wouldn’t be interrupted by unexpected parents. I still had a good 3 hours my parents were suppose to be back till around 10.

“Ok Matt, now it’s my turn. Lets see you get out of this one” she said smiling

Even though I didn’t like her tone of voice at all I knew I had a great chance of escaping I used up all the duct tape (kinda a dirty way to win but who cares) she only had rope left so I was set. She led me into the laundry room, her bare feet slapping the concrete.

“Ok lay down” she said with a smile

I did as I was told and although fully expecting it, It still made me a bit nervous as of the last time a girl started to take off my shoes. As she started to pull of the first shoe, I felt it slide off my foot I twitched slightly, and you damn well bet she noticed.

“Bad experienced with someone before? Who was the girl who did this to you last time?” she said her voice a bit serous now.

I decided to tell her the all out truth, what was she gunna do? Get jealous because two girls 7 years ago thought I was cute and decided to play a wicked game on me? It didn’t take too long I just told her some girls back when I was 10 got the better of me. She took it rather well. 

“Are you telling me you got taken down by two little girls when you were ten?” she laughed

“It wasn’t just 2 little girls they both were older than me” I said as I felt the first sock get pulled off my foot. The cool air in the basement hit my barefoot.

“Yea, Yea, well this Little Girl is going to make your life a living hell in a few minutes” she said laughing as she removed my other sock. 

Now completely barefoot she started to make the figure 8 with the belt, though looking at me making sure she did it right. She pulled and I felt my feet pull together, though it was still quite comfortable. She attached the rope to the belt. 

“Turn over” she said

I did as I was told and she made a quick tie around my wrist so my arms were now secured behind my back. Then She went over to the rope leading to the pulley and started to pull. First I felt my feet, then legs leave the ground. Despite the fact that I probably had half my body weight (or 75 pounds) now all being forced on the belt it remained remarkably comfortable. She pulled higher and higher till I was now dangling by my feet. I swayed back and forth, she kept pulling higher till I was a good foot off the ground. Then I felt the bottoms of my bare feet strike the top of the rafter. She lowered me slightly. 

“Now Matt, how am I suppose to tickle you when you were up against the rafters like that…” she said as she lowered me so I once again began swaying back and forth.

I now had all my weight on the belt 150 pounds, It felt good actually. I could feel my spine stretching from the sudden change in direction and the belt held tight, but comfortable. I watched her as she left me dangling by my feet. I enjoyed the swaying back and forth, The ground coming near then far near and far much like a swing from when I was a kid, but not nearly as much distance. She came back with that “advanced rope”. But she just didn’t have a couple feet. She brought the whole damn works with her. My facial expression told it all.

“Oh yes Matt, I HAVE thought of an idea for your little trick” she said laughing as she picked up the longest piece of rope which had to be 20 feet long. 

She began wrapping it around me first starting at my shoulders. At this time I just noticed my shirt the “I’ve just kidnapped myself” kinda funny in a way, it was ironic with my situation… in fact the more I thought about it may of very well had been the shirt that got her to drop a decent hint that she liked bondage in the first place. She began wrapping me with the rope tight as usual. She started to go up my legs. I felt my entire body getting pressed in. It got to the point where I couldn’t even control my swings. After she was finished she secured the knot. 

Now after 5 tie up games we were getting a bit… well aroused… though we both fought it. It started to show in our tone and what we said. For instance about a minute after she was done completely mummifying me in that damn rope. She smiled at me and said in her playfully sexy tone

“You know, I like little helpless boys… and do you know why, Matt?” she said playing with me once again
“Why” in a slight shaken voice that was NOT from being scared
“Because I can do whatever the hell I want to them and they can’t do a thing to stop me!” she said in an almost cheery voice.

Now I kinda wanted to run the 15 minutes dry. If she was planning “something” why blow it right? No, I thought… if anything it’ll be better afterwards…or not… lol that’s exactly how I thought to... totally confused trying to pick between A or B. Finally I decided to fight the best I can and make my way by how my progress went. By now she had the watch in her hand and had just pushed the button. I heard the beep and immediately started to struggle. 

I swayed back and forth. It felt quite dangerous. I had to of been swing a good 30 maybe 40 degrees into the air at times. She just laughed watching me go back and forth. After about 6 minutes of solid struggling I stopped for a rest and to rethink how I’ll escape. I was exhausted and hadn’t made any improvement than which I started from. . (Common give me a break, I fought my way out of 2 tie ups even though the first I ran out of time. I was slowly being worn down.) While I was thinking Carrie laid directly under me. By now I had stopped swaying so much. She took this opportunity to toy with me a bit gently moving her finger up and down my neck and playing with my hair. (She always seemed to of thought my hair was cute, though I thought it was a wreck <and still is>) 

“5 minutes” she said looking at the watch.

I started to struggle again. Slowly the top part of the ropes (mainly towards my legs) started to fall down a little, it was something though that didn’t really help me at all. The swaying felt good. Like a small fan blowing in my face. It cooled me down a bit, so did being barefoot. I had started to get rather hot after the first 2 tie up games. (Plus a little working on hers) 

“2 minutes” she said eagerly

I suddenly realized I was no closer to getting free than I already had started. Sure the ropes had slid down a bit at the top but besides that nothing. She must of noticed (noticed? what am I saying anyone could see I was screwed!)

“Not that it matters, but you have 20 seconds” she said no longer laying down but standing up and staring at me. Much MUCH too close for comfort…

Needless to say I didn’t really bother much struggling after she said that. I was now trying to contain both excitement and fear. I’ll give you this, it’s a very weird feeling. Kinda like jumping out of an airplane and going parachuting. You know your safe so you having a blast, but yet there is a little voice that says you could possibly die so you’re scared as well as excited.

She slowly made her way to me. At first I though she was going to start tickling me, but no she was untying me!!! Oh I was like WTF and relieved at the same time… yet another interesting feeling though I would rather have the first. Soon though I realized her true intentions.

“No Matt you aren’t getting away THAT easy” she said after she took the 20 feet of rope she wrapped me with off.

I looked at myself… more exposed why didn’t I see this coming!!! She walked off and sure enough came back with a bunch of torture devices… for the tickling brush thing I used on her earlier to things a bit stranger that I noticed was mainly meant for certain areas of the body. Feet, neck, stomach, arms, ext.

She started with my stomach (perhaps because my shirt was falling down) With the same machine I used on her… The feeling was incredible… it felt like thousands of tiny fingers were tickling me… I went nuts. I was twisting trying to turn away from her but she would just follow with me… keep in mind I had no gag on so I was laughing pretty good. After a while she seemed to of gotten bored and got another torture device that kinda twirled (I swear most of the things she had look like they were meant to scrub your car) and she got up on the chair. I closed my eyes tight knowing exactly where she was going to go. 

I heard her turn it on. It reminded me of a drill and she started going up and down the bottoms of my bare feet. My god did it tickle me. I kept trying to twist away but I knew there was no way to move my feet. She just laughed and kept on tickling me. Then started using both machines one on my stomach the other on my bare feet. Needless to say the whole ordeal was exhausting. After what seemed like forever she stopped and got off the chair. I was to tired to even tense up I just dangled there swaying back and forth.

“Enjoying yourself Matt” she said with a tone of positively delight
“Kin… not… well…No please don!” was all I managed to get out 

She had skipped the instruments and gone on to using just her hands… I could feel her fingers going around my neck then my sides. She went crazy, If you never have been tickled by a girl stay away from the ones with the long fingernails its wild! Then she took the feather. I was now going to find just how bad this stupid thing really was. She went right for my feet. At first it didn’t feel like anything. I was like ALLRIGHT I’m immune to feathers! But no… the feathers seemed to of had a terrible “after effect” it seemed to take a couple of seconds before your body realized it was being tickled. She just wouldn’t stop. Then I felt the feather start to twirl, that was insane to say the least. Then she went back for the neck, though with this case I could kinda go like a turtle and hide my neck pretty well. Still I was very worn out and when she finally managed to get me all my attempts to get her off were futile. Finally she went.

“Ok I think you’ve had enough” she said

I just dangled there… to tired to move… to exhausted to fight anymore. I noticed I look must like her when I did the same thing to her. When she let me down I just crumpled into a heap. 

“Awww Matt what’s wrong? Did the Little Girl get her payback!” she said laughing and trying to do her mock baby voice at the same time

She untied me and we cleaned up the mess we made. The last time I saw duct tape everywhere was nothing compared to this, we had nearly 3 rolls out. Not to mention 40ft of rope and about 20 feet of junk rope. Plus all the torture devices… After about 30 minutes we had cleaned up…

“Guess what?” she said in her normal voice
“What?” I said
“You lost” she said
“I know” I sighed I was a bit upset I had a feeling what the prize was going to be and now I wasn’t going to get it. Still I had to be sure of what I missed.

“So what would have been the prize?”
“Oh I think in this case I can still give you one” she said with a strange look that only a girl could probably understand. Though I now know what it means…
“Oh good” I said smiling
“Just follow me” she said

I followed her into the guest bedroom. I was a little hesitant to enter, at first I thought she was going to tie me up again, but no she just put her arms on my shoulders and pushed me (not forcefully just gently pushed me) onto the bed and then made me lay down. She got on me. I could feel her body pressed up against mine. We kissed and all that usual stuff. I wont go into any more details, but lets say we came very close to doing it. By the time we were done it was 8pm and we were both exhausted. Had both taken 3 tie ups and then some heavy duty making out at the end. We went upstairs and I put on the Terminator 3. We would of made popcorn but our mouths were dry from all the gags and stuff so we chose against it.

We never really watched the movie. Carrie took a clean blanket and covered us with it as we kinda sat/laid on the couch, she cuddled next to me resting her head on my shoulders and soon fell asleep. I got to the part where the Terminator came bursting out of a cemetery with a coffin shooting madly at the cops when I fell asleep. Needless to say this was a bad thing. To my horror I was shaken awake by none other than my parents!!! Then looked insanely pissed, but seemed determined not to make a big deal out of this. They just told Carrie that they thought it was time to leave. Carrie promptly agreed (thank god my parents didn’t look to see what was in the backpack) They told me to stay put and they went into their bedroom and talked for like 30 minutes, came out and gave me “The Talk” I’m not talking about the 13 year old one where babies come from. I’m talking about the other talk. The are you using protection talk! I was so embarrassed. 

Me and Carrie continued to see each other, though we were a bit nervous to do another tie up game and my parents started to watch us like a hawk (not to mention going through my stuff) so it would be a very risky move. About 8 months later, as we already knew before we even started the tie up tournament. Carrie moved to Missouri. Had we not knew that she was moving I really don’t think I would have had as much of a tie up game as I had. Nor the great making out at the end. Today I chat with her a lot, but as far as actually seeing her…

And that ends my experiences in bondage. It’s been more than a year since that event and I haven’t really come anywhere close to anymore tie up games. Though I still keep my eye open and hope that one day, I get lucky.
 

As I mentioned in the first story, Jane was a cute brunette of 13 and I was 15 years old (I’m male by the way). On this particular night, Jane had told me how a really ugly boy in her year at school had a crush on her and I teased her all the way home about it. When we got back, I took off my school tie and left it hanging on the banister, then I went upstairs to get changed. When I came back down, she was sitting quite casually in her usual seat in the living room, reading a magazine. I sat on the couch, and swung my legs around to lie down.

At this point Jane looked up from her magazine and mumbled something, so I twiseled around on my stomach. This was the moment she had been waiting for! She leapt up from her seat, dropping the magazine on the floor. At this point I realised that she had, my tie, her tie and the roll of tape she had slipped into her pocket the month before in her hand, along with a pair of scissors.

My head was resting on a cushion and as she leapt up, she landed on the couch sitting on my head, pushing it down into the cushion!

“MMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHH”

I said in surprise.

“Ha ha” she said, “this will teach you not to be so annoying!”

She grabbed my arms, and with my tie, she tied separate loops around each wrist, then completed her knot with one big loop over both wrists. At this point she reached for my legs. Realising what she was going to do next I started kicking.

“Ow! If you hurt me again I’ll tell everyone about last time! That you were tied up and gagged by a thirteen year old girl!”

On hearing this I decided that it might be a good idea to be a bit more careful and she preceded to tie my legs up with her tie in the same way she had tied my wrists behind my back.

Next she got up from the sofa and turned me around so that I was lying on my back. She clamped her hand tightly over my mouth as she clambered back on.

“It’s payback time” She said.

Suddenly every single muscle in my body was writhing around in laughter, she was tickling me all over. She was grinning and giggling in amusement at my painful ticklishness. 

“Stop stop!” I was saying amongst the laughter. Then she stopped.

“Your too loud” She said.

“Time to shut you up!”

“No you don’t have toMPPPHHHH!”
I said as she sealed a piece of tape over my mouth.

“There.” She said “Now you can only talk when I let you.”

She laughed again “I love being it control!”

She started tickling again and a muffled laugh came from my gagged lips. Suddenly the doorbell rang. We both stopped dead.

“I’ll go and see who it is, you wait there.” She said. As if I could do anything else!

“No don’t” I tried to say but she didn’t understand.

I heard the door open and a voice I knew very well.

“Oh hello, is Paul (not my real name) or your auntie or uncle in?”

It was my next door neighbour Jill, she was in her mid thirties with two kids and a husband and had been living next door to us for about four years and for all this time I’d had a bit of a schoolboy crush on her!

“Erm.. well paul’s…” My cousin was cut short.

“In here is he?” Jill said as she barged her way into the living room. She turned around to face the couch. Her eyes widened as she saw me, and a smirk appeared on her face. There was a slightly awkward pause and then, to my surprise she continued as normal.

“I’ve come to pick up a package that your mum said was delivered here for me yesterday. Do you know where it is?”

At this point I stopped, pondering what to do. I decided to just go for it.

“MPPPPHHHH, MPPPHHH MMPPPH MMM MMMPPPPPHHHHHUUUUUMMMMM.” I responded.

She gave a slight laugh and to my ever-increasing shock and surprise, reached over and ripped the tape off my lips. I licked them slightly and said rather embarrassedly,

“Yes. It’s in the kitchen.”

“Thank you” she replied.

“Well I’d better leave you as I found you.” She said as, to my utter astonishment she tightly re-sealed my lips with the tape, she had kept in her hand throughout. My heart melted.

“Good to see your keeping him out of mischief.” she said to my cousin as she retrieved her parcel from the kitchen.

“Bye” she said as she stepped through the front door.

My cousin closed the door and walked into the living room howling with laughter.

“MMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH” I said.

“Ha ha, Jill saw you all tied up and gagged! She even took your gag off and re-gagged you again! Ah ha ha ha! Just wait until the girls at school hear about this!”

I let out an “MMMMPPPPPHHHH” again and shook my head.

“Oh yes!” She continued. “I’ve already told Laura!”

Laura was a rather good looking blonde friend of my cousin’s.

“MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH” I protested again.

“She thinks it’s hilarious and wants to come around some time and see for herself!

“MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH” I said again.

“Now, want to play on the PlayStation? Oh, yeah, you can’t can you! I’ll just have to play myself! Ah well!”

And I spent the rest of the afternoon, wriggling around on the sofa, mumbling through my gag as she played on the PlayStation, giggling every so often at my frustration. Eventually her mum pulled up in the car and pipped her horn. My cousin untied me, leaving the gag till last as usual. She left me with a cheery “Bye” and closed the door. That had been an afternoon that I would never forget. Mind you, the next time was pretty memorable too. Lets just say that my cousin and her friends were young ladies of their word!

Hope you enjoyed the story. Let me know what you thought. I’d be particularly interested to know if there’s any other girls out there that like tying up and gagging the opposite sex and what they enjoy about it.

About her being ticklish....was she wearing sandals?

I was in total shock as she pulled my hands behind me and tied them together tightly with thick rope. As she went to my legs I thrashed as hard as I could but the ropes were tied SOOO tightly, with nearly a dozen knots and thick rope. She took my legs and dragged me to my room, which was downstairs. I asked her what she was doing as I continued struggling against my bonds but she didn't awnser. Dragging me onto my bed, she put a pair of socks on my feet.

"Gotta keep your feet warm"she said teasingly. 

I continued struggling with all my might as she took a length of rope and tied one of my ankles to the bed post. She did the same to my other legs. She then tied some rope around my upper arms, just below my shoulders and tied the other end to a bedpost, then did the same with my othe rupper arm.

"What are you doing!?"I asked.

She walked out and ran upstairs. I thrashed and thrashed but even though I was gaining my strength back, my muscles were not in a good position for wiggling loose, the ropes were tied on tightly enough so they wouldn't come off. I was trapped. She came back with a box and I asked her agin what she was doing, hiding my enjoyment of being at her total mercy. She took out a roll of ducktape. At first I thought she was going to gag me with it and I protested but instead she used it to strap me onto the bed. She then took cloth out of the box. She wrapped it around my mouth, the cloth going down to behind my teeth.

It was too tight to slip off. I could still mmmph a lot but that was it. She giggled as I tried with everything I had. It was too much, I couldn't break free. Whe there was a knock at the door, I thrashed even harder but still no good. Oh God the embaressment. In with her came Jill, now I was mad. Jill was a prep, and I hated her.

"I told you I could do it. That'll be ten bucks"said Lynda.

Lynda was paid and Jill came over laughing at me, all I could do was mmmph. She squeezed my cheeks and took advantage of my helplessness by taunting me in the worst ways possible. Fourtanately she never really took it to a sexual or abusive point(like stripping me down naked, beating me, that sick stuff)She just continued to taunt me. Next came Stephanie at the door, my cousin. How many people did she call down I wondered. She laughed too, and started scratching my chin. I always hated it when she did that and she knew. I thrashed from it but she kept doing it, I couldn't stop her. Then Lynda came up with the idea to have kids pay to come in and see me like this! I tired protesting, but Jill merely said:

"Well since no one's saying no, let's do it!"

But Lynda said she was just kidding, and would never take it that far. Stephanie was in on the bet too, and she payed Lynda. They all went out, and Stephanie decided to use my bike, which I NEVER let her use. I knew there wasn't much I could do. They came back after an hour and debated on whether to untie me or not. They decided yes, with Jill and Stephaniem leaving. I didn't show any anger, because I allready had plans for revenge.

I don't even remember how it came up that I wanted him to tie me up. We were best friends from 3rd grade on, always did science projects together and stuff like that, but one day when we were eleven we were playing at my house. After a few hours we were bored of playing Scrabble and tossing around a Nerf ball, and he said, "I bet I could tie you up so you can't get out." Well, I certainly didn't need any encouragement! We found a few of my dad's old neckties and he immediately went to work, seating me in a chair, tying my hands behind my back and my feet to the chair legs, and more ties to secure my body to the chair. I swallowed hard and whispered, "You'd better make sure I can't talk." Now it turned out HE needed no encouragement...Warren took the Nerf ball and jammed it in my mouth. It completely wedged my jaw open and held my tongue helpless. He looped a necktie around and around my head three times and then tied a thick knot at the back of my head. It was probably the first and only time I've been cleave-gagged successfully.

For the next couple of hours, while I struggled and mmmmmphed, Warren would either walk around my room glaring at me with an evil look or saying things like, "You look good bound and gagged" and "I always wanted to kidnap you," or he'd lay on my bed with his nose in a book and occasionally look at me and laugh. He finally let me go and promised me we'd do it again.

We had a few other encounters, which ended after ninth grade when we went to different high schools, but it was the best thing in the world that we had each other. I'm now in my thirties and my passion for TUG has never let up, and bondage and rope play are a regular and very healthy part of my sex life both in and out of clothes. I always wonder if they stayed a part of his life too. I sure hope so.

It was about 1998 when I was 8 years old, I was living in an older house and was going to school and was currently in grade 2. I had gone from being the quietest kid in prep to the one who was constantly chatting away all the time.

I’d mixed in and made some friends and everything and decided to invite my friend Terry to come over for a while, so we could play sega (the most ancient form of gaming known today…keep in mind how long ago this was). After we had been playing for about an hour, we got bored and decided to go outside and play.

At the time I had a cubby, one of those wooden ones with windows that my dad had built for me to try and keep me out of my parents hair during the day, so we went out there and mucked around for a while. Then after we once again started getting bored, we discovered some rope lying around in my dad’s shed.

So we decided to do the whole cops and robbers sort of thing…and I ended up getting captured. Been just kids we weren’t exactly experts on the topic of tying up, so Terry spotted our clothes line in the middle of the yard (the in ground ones) and told me to go stand in front of it.

So I did as he said, and he tied my ankles to the pole and tied a knot. Next he took it from there and just walked round the clothes line a few times until I was eventually up to my shoulders in rope.

He then tied it off and said lets see you get out of that! So I went to work, but it wasn’t hard, been just kids the idiot had tied the knot right in front of me near my hands (weren’t we naive when we were young) so I went to work.

Within about 1 minute I had picked it and escaped, but it was just a muck around thing, we weren’t been serious so we thought nothing more of it. At that point Terry’s mum arrived and he went home, we never seemed to play again after that though, but that doesn’t mean it was off my mind.

With the amount of cartoons on Foxtel (pay-tv) with people tied up in movies I had already thought of tie up ideas, but this sealed the deal which is what got me into tie up games. A pretty crummy story I know compared to the rest on here, but I just thought I’d let you know what got me interested.

More stories are coming soon, one were I was tied up in front of the whole class at school. If you would like to hear it let me know and I should have it ready in a day or two. And once again great stories Matt and Anomalee!

We all had partners, mine been my friend Adam. We needed partners as we were going to be practicing ties with bandages to use in case of snake bites, broken arms, etc. Well first was one for broken wrists, so Adam wrapped my wrists up in bandages and showed them to the teacher, she said they were ok and to leave them on for now just to get the feel of them….whatever that meant, lol.

Next we did one for a snake bite on the ankle. So in this case Adam had to tie my ankles together to prevent anything from traveling up which may be poison in a real situation. So he did that and as we were finishing the teacher decided to put a video on for the class about first aid, so we sat down and watched it (we were sitting on the floor).

The way I was sitting gave Adam an idea, he noticed I was sorta sitting on my knees and my arms were resting behind me. The next part some of you will think I have made up, but for anyone who will believe it this is what happened.

He tied the ends of the bandages from my ankles and the two wrists together all in the centre. So we watched the end of the video, and I was really into it for god knows what reason, and hadn’t even moved much throughout the whole time. So when the video finished we all went to get up.

BANG…..I had tried to get up and ended straight on my face on the ground, because when I had tried to get up I lost my balance and fell over into a hogtie. Right in front of my whole homegroup class, they went into hysterics. I couldn’t help but join in the laughter, as this was a strange predicament for someone to be in at school. Even the teachers were having a bit of a laugh (thank god they didn’t tell my parents).

So after about 2 more minutes Adam untied me…..but I swore revenge which came in January 2004 the night he and another friend of mine slept over, but then he avenged my revenge. So let me know if you enjoyed this story, and if so I will continue on with my next one.

It’s my friend Lisa (18 at the time, home from college for the weekend in April) and me (16 – in high school). Lisa was a longtime friend of the family – we were all good friends – the parents, my brother and sister, and her sister.

I was studying for college tests in April and Lisa was home for the weekend to visit – we lived in Connectciut and she went to college in Maryland . Our families were going to Cape Cod for the weekend, but I had studying and she did too and we decided to stay home. Our parents thought it a good idea if we stayed together at Lisa’s family’s house (our brothers and sisters were all at least 5 years younger than us).

Lisa and I were good friends and no more – we loved hanging out though. She was a gymnast and looked the part – about 4”7, 95 lbs. She was adorable with brunette hair past her shoulders and beautiful eyes – a very pretty girl. I was about 5”10 at the time and really skinny – about 120 lbs.

I always liked to annoy Lisa and did a lot of that when we were watching “Fletch” on Friday night, reciting lines and stuff. Toward the end Lisa said, “You know I have handcuffs upstrairs. Stop bothering me during the movie or I’ll tie you up.”

“I”d like to see you try” I said and then we started to play fight. I tickled her a little and Lisa screamed “Don’t ever tickle me again! Tickling is torture and you don’t do that to people who don’t like it! Do it again and I’ll get those handcuffs and you’ll spend the night locked up!.” It stopped after a few minutes. She made it clear she didn’t like tickling – good thing, because I was monstrously ticklish myself.

But now I was intrigued. I thought Lisa was very cute and had a thing for people being tied up – I hadn’t ever been tied up but sometimes thougjt it would be cool to be tied up by a girl. So I got a little excited.

Saturday came and we both had to study. By mid-morning we both were – me downstairs, Lisa in her bedroom. But baseball season just started and there was a game I wanted to see, so I picked up the TV guide to find out what station it would be on. When I found it, I turned on the TV to get it all cued up. Lisa heard the TV and came downstairs.

She wasn’t a babysitter or anything but she knew I had to study for the SATs and was irritated I wasn’t. She came down, grabbed the remote, and turned it off. She wore grey sweatpants, grey argyle socks, and a light blue alligator shirt with short sleeves. I had on blue jeans with a belt, sneakers, white socks, and a softball uniform t-shirt.

“You have to study, David. You know that!” Lisa said, pushing me to the couch.

“Hey hey hey, warden, relax,” I said. “I was just checking what channel the Red Sox game is on. It’s on in 2 hours.”

“No way are you watching it,” Lisa said. “You have to study!”

“Oh come on. I’m ready for the tests – what are you, my babysitter?” I said back.

“If I have to be, yes!” Lisa said and grabbed the remote and took off with it. I chased her and caught her in the living room and tackled her. We wrestled for the remote and when she wouldn’t give it up, I kind of pinned her on her stomach, took off one of her socks, and tickled her foot. She hated it.

“STOP IT! STOP IT! I’LL KILL YOU,” she said and wiggled free. “I told you never to tickle me again!”

“What are you gonna do? Get the handcuffs?” I asked, half-hoping she would.

“Oh, just you wait,” Lisa said, putting the argyle sock back on and running upstairs. I went back to my books in the den.

About 20 minuites passed and I was starting to get discouraged that she WOULDN’T handcuff me. That’s when I heard her padding down the stairs and coming in the room. Lisa ran right at me on the couch and slapped a handcuff on my wrist saying, “I’ve got you now. You’re mine!”

I have to admit I didn’t fight too much as Lisa pulled me to the floor and got my arms behind my back; I fought just enough to make her think I was resisting. But now I was excited that she’d tie me up!

“I am going to tie you up and you are going to stop being a pain in the butt!” Lisa said as she locked the cuffs to my wrist. I was laughing hard.

“Hee hee hee hee. You’re crazy. What are you, kidnapping me” I asked, delighted and giddy.

“Yeah that’s right, I’m kidnapping you! If you refuse to study, then you can be my hostage while I study,” and Lisa ran down to the basement. I sat on the floor with my hands cuffed behind my back, loving it.

Lisa came back up with rope and showed it to me. “Just to make sure you don’t go anywhere, David!” she said, tying my feet at the ankles.

“Oh, you really are crazy!” I yelled, now bound hands and feet and very pleased. I had never done this before and it felt great to be tied up by a pretty girl. I was laughing hard.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself a little too much for someone I just tied up! Now you just sit there and think about what you’ve done – I need to read about 2 more chapters! Bye!” Lisa said and ran upstairs. 

She tied me up well and I realized this as I rolled around. My feet were knotted in the front and back and there was no way I could untie them with my hands behind my back. After about 20 minutes I decided she’d made her point and I yelled upstairs, “OK Lees. You win! Untie me – I’ll be good!”

Nothing. No response.

So I yelled some more and more and rolled around trying to untie myself with no success for a while. This had to be bothering the hell out of her and the fact that she was in control of the whole situation didn’t really dawn on me that much.

Finally she appeared at the doorway to the den and she had a look on her face that was different. She was smirking and there was a sinister way she did it. She held a navy blue bandana in her hands along with two long, white tube socks. Uh oh, I thought.

“I’m all done reading, no thanks to you,” Lisa said, walking over to me while I lay on the floor. “I can take a break now. And the first thing I want to do is talk to you about all this yelling!”

My heart was pounding faster. “L-Lisa what are those,” I asked, nodding toward the socks and bandana and sitting up as best I could.

“These? These are socks, silly. And this is a bandana like cowboys where. Sometimes I wear it in my hair, and these are new tube socks I got for exercising.”

“Well, what….”

“What do I have them for? Well, I figured you’ve been right – studying is a drag and we should have more fun. And I thought it would be real fun if you were to shut up for a few hours!” Lisa said, coming behind me and kneeling down.

“Lisa, isn’t it time for you to untieMMMMPPPP” I said as she shoved the sock in my mouth from behind, gagging me and tying it in back of my head.

“Were you saying something, Davey? I didn’ t think so. This is called a gag, and it’s for shutting up people like you,” Lisa said as she crouched behind me and tied the other sock the same way. With the first sock I could still yell somewhat incoherently. The second sock muffled everything and I was pretty much quietly yelling “MMMM! MMMM!”

“Thank God for gags,” Lisa a]said, walking around to the front of me and straddling me. She looked at my belt and starting to undo it. I began to yell “MMMMPH MPPPH” and thought she was stripping me or something.

Lisa got my belt off and dangled it over me, standing up with her foot on my chest. “Don’t worry – I’m not taking your pants off. Just wanted to tie you up a little better.” She then fastened the belt around my best, pinning my arms at my sides. Now I was bound and gagged tight and not going anywhere. This was a little more than I bargained for.

Lisa laughed and tossed her hair back and shook her head, holding the bandana. “In case you’re wondering, this is called a blilndfold,” she said, and she tied it around my eyes. Then I heard her running out of the room saying, “Be right back!”

When she got back I could hear her doing something near the couch. It took about 5 or 6 minutes and I just lay there, trying to get freee but unable to do that or even speak!

Finally, I felt her hands on me and she was saying “Get up!” and she got me to my feet and sat me on the armrest of the couch, my back facing the couch so if I fell back I’d be on the couch lying down.

Lisa took my blindfold off but kept my gag on. She grabbed the belt around my chest to keep me from falling and she spoke very slowly and purposefully to me, apparently her helpless prisoner.

“I just tied ropes to the foot off this couch where your feet are,” she said, tapping the base of the couch with her foot as I looked to see the rope protruding from it, “ and to 2 places under the cushions (it was a hideabed). I don’t want you escaping from me, Davey, so I’m going to tie you down to the couch. And then I’m going to watch anything BUT baseball! So ha ha ha!” Lisa said, taunting me. She pushed me back and I fell onto the couch and she quickly tied my feet to the couch base with a long piece of rope. When she was done, I was laying face-up on the couch and my feet were dangling just over the end of the armrest, securely fastened in place.

Lisa then moved to my body and tied to two ropes fastened to the hideabed to me – one around the belt around my chest toward the left side of me, one to a belt-buckle loop toward the right. These ropes bound me down to the couch. All I could do was yell into the gag – now I was totally at her mercy.

Lisa stood over me and grinned. “And there we are. Tied up and gagged and out of my hair! This is a dream come true!”

I mmphed some more and she just giggled.

“Yeah, those socks keep you NICE and quiet. Now, let’s watch some TV!” Lisa said, sitting down in a recliner next to the couch and putting her feet up and clicking through the channels. “What to watch, what to watch.”

She flipped through all the channels for about 15 minutes before she finally turned the TV off and looked at me. “Nothing on. I wonder what else we can do together. Any ideas?”

“You can untie me!” I screamed, but the gag just made it sound like “MMM MMM MMM!”

“I cannot understand a word you say with those socks in your mouth,” Lisa said, walking over to me and standing at my feet. She looked at my sneakers. “Nice shoes. Can I have them?”

I shook my head no.

“What am I asking you for – you’re all tied up! I can just TAKE them,” Lisa said and untied my sneakers slowly and pulled them off one at a time.

“You think it’s fun to tickle me, huh? Even when I told you NEVER to do it!” Lisa said, pulling my socks off. “Even when I told you how much I hate it!”

My feet were bare now and she grabbed a foot and wiggled her fingers. I screamed into my gag, “No!!!!” 

“What do you mean No? You had no problem taking off MY socks and tickling MY feet, but you DO have a problem with me taking off YOU socks and ticklilng you? That sounds a little hypocritical, don’t you think?” She wiggled her fingers closer to my feet and but didn’t start tickling yet. That, too, was torture.

“No!!!!” I screamed again, silenced by the gag.

She put my foot down though and walked toward me. “Let’s save your feet for later. I’ve got so many other places to tickle you, don’t I?” Lisa said, coming around to the side of the couch and standing over me. She wiggled her fingers over me. 

“Now you’re gonna know how it feels to REALLY be tickled!,” Lisa said, and she started tickling my midsection hard. I screamed into the gag but was helpless. I was laughing harder than I ever had and Lisa just giggled and kept tickling me. “I TOLD you tickling is actually a form of torture. But you just couldn’t listen, could you? You just HAD to tickle me. Well, tit for tat, Davey. Now I get to tickle YOU! Only I planned ahead and tied you up! Let’s see how much tickle-torture YOU can take!”

Lisa kept on tickling me and worked her little fingers into my armpits, which were tough to get at because my arms were pinned at my side. “Oh yes, the pits. A favorite tickle spot for many generations! They’re hard to get to but OH SO WORTH IT!” Lisa said while she dug her fingers in. I had tears in my eyes and was thrashing to get free but couldn’t. I just screamed and screamed into the gag as Lisa them dug her fingers into my hips and knees.

Lisa pointed to the window while her other hand kept tickling. “Out there is freedom – a great big beautiful world! But you’ll never see it! Because you’re trapped in here, bound and gagged in my tickle-torture chamber! And no one will save you!”

Lisa stopped after about 20 minutes and I panted into the socks, teary and giggling unstoppably. Lisa shook her head and got up and walked to my very ticklish feet, which so far were untouched. I shook my head and pleaded into the gag.

“NOW it’s time for the feet! Here I come!” And she grabbed my feet but I scrunched them up and tried to keep them away from her tickling fingers. She demanded I stop that, but I didn’t.

“I said stop scrunching your feet, now!” Lisa said oudlyu, but I didn’t and she walked away in disgust. She stood across the room for a moment with her arms folded and then she smiled. “I know how to handle this little problem!”

She grabbed one of my sneakers and took the laces out. She held them up for me to see. “This should do the trick!”

I screamed “What are you doing with those!” It was inaudible, but she understood.

“I’m tying you big toes together! Then I can tickle your feet all day long!” Lisa said and did just that.

Now I was panicky and crazy. I began to squeal and make all kinds of crazy noises under the gag while Lisa held my feet and moved her fingers toward the soles. But my screaming must have got to her because she stopped and came to me.

“OK, what is it you want to say?” Lisa said, lowering the gag off my mouth.

“No! Please no! Don’t tickle my feet. Please!!! I’m begging you!!!! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MY FEET! You proved your point! YOUR PROVED YOUR POINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Lisa’s face didn’t change as she stood over me. “Are you finished? Is that it? OK. We can get on with it,” she said, reaching for the double-sock gag that hung around my neck.

“NO!!!!! N…..mmmmmmppppphhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She gagged me again, tightened it, and walked back to my feet, She grabbed the toes on one foot and held them and moved her fingers to my soles. “Sorry, David. I don’t want to do this. I really don’t. But this is the only way you’ll learn the evils of tickling someone who doesn’t want to be tickled.” And she started to finally tickle my feet – one at a time, both at once, everything – while tears ran down my face and I laughed like someone in an insane asylum.

“You’re never gonna tickle my feet, or any other part of me, again are you!” Lisa demanded while her fingers tortured my feet. “Are you!!!”

I shook my head and let out muffled screams.

“I’m not gonna stop tickling you till I think you’ve learned your lesson!” Lisa said, tickling my feet and toes some more while I screamed in futileness for mercy. Then she ran her fingers up my legs and sides again and tickled my neck too, and then tickled me all the way back down to my feet again.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Lisa finally said, and she stopped tickling me while tears rolled down my face. “Stop crying. I’ll take your gag off but ANYMORE wiseass comments I’ll finish the job and tickle you to death. Got it!”

I nodded and Lisa slid my gag off. 

“And ever tickle me again and I’ll tie you up and tickle you A LOT worse than this! I think we both know now how good I can tickle you!” Lisa said and I nodded and gasped.

After a little while and many apologies she untied me. She didn’t tie me up again that weekend, but she did tickle me a few times, just briefly. I didn’t dare strike back.

I guess I got my curiosity about being tied up by a girl satisfied. But whoa, did I get more than I bargained for!

There also have been groups on various services. MSN had TANDG which depicted non-sexual pictures of young boys in some form of bondage. By young, I mean under 18 and in some cases under 12. They got yanked off a while ago. I believe the same people have a group on Yahoo which, knowing Yahoo, will also be short lived. I think that the issue may be this: if these pictures depict non-sexual acts on the groups but stimulate the viewer then, perhaps, it might be considered as pornographic - if that makes sense. And, if the subjects are minors and that is the result then perhaps we can interpret this as a form of paedophilia. Likewise, if the real life act does the same thing to the so called "top", I would think the same would apply.

The law, being black and white, may then interpret such an act as being criminal in intent - or at the very least there would be a hell of a lot of explaining to do if the parents found out or any other adult. And, as I said, there are any number of variables to consider regarding the participants doing this.

The best thing is "don't" and play safe. At the very least it can save you an embarassing situation; at worst it could get tangled in the legal system.

It was a summer night that I would never forget. I was over my friend, Steph's house. Well, I was over with a few friends, but by this time (around 10 PM) they had gone to my other friends house. I didn't leave because, to tell you the truth, I already had everything planned out.
Stephanie was a short, skinny girl who had about shoulder-length blonde, stringy hair. Her looks were very deceiving because she was also quiet intelligent. I can't say I didn't find her to be cute... but we were pretty good friends. 
Anyway, after everyone had went over to my friends house, which was only right down the block, I layed on her bed in her room watching TV. She was sitting at her computer desk, steadily typing away to various people online. She was wearing a white tank top and a pair of light blue basketball trunks. She was also barefoot, which I happen to have a slight thing for... While my friends were sitting around being morons, I was planning my attack! I knew there was no one home, and a moment like this would only arrive once in a blue moon. Now it was just me and her, but I started getting nervous about the whole thing and was considering just meeting up with my friends... until..
"What's wrong with you!?" Stephanie called over to me as she spun around in her chair.
"Huh? Nothing!" I replied, becoming more nervous as the moments passed.
(BTW, I can't remember exact dialogue, but most of this stuff is close.)
"Why are you sitting there staring at the wall then? Your freakin me out AJ!" She said, ending with a slight laugh.

Screw it! I was going for it!

I suddenly stood up, put on a blank face, and began walking torwards her. She giggled/screamed wildly and told me to knock it off. When I kept walking, she un-expectingly jumped off her seat and tackled me onto her bed. We both started laughing as I then grabbed her and swapped positions with her, putting me ontop. Now you have to understand, this girl LOVED to wrestle and fight with boys and I have no idea why... I guess because she had an older brother. Anway, she actually put up a decent fight for a tiny little girl! I thought she was done because we both layed on opposite ends of her bed, breathing hard. Then suddenly she comes diving ontop of me! Now was my chance! I flipped her onto her stomach and pinned her down.
"What do I have to do to make you stop!" I asked her, already knowing the answer.
"I will never stop!" She yelled up at me, trying to hold back her giggles... which wasn't working too well.
Could this have worked out any better? I reached for the iteam that had triggered this WHOLE plan, a nice fat roll of duct tape that was laying on the 2nd shelf of her computer desk.
"AJ! Don't even try it!" She yelled, figuring out my intentions.
I didn't say anything, I couldn't! This was it! I crossed her wrists behind her back. She had pretty small hands, so I held them there with my rather large hand as I grabbed the edge of the tape with my teeth and pulled a nice strip off, wrapping it vertically around her wrists. After that I quickly let go of her hands, and began wrapping it around her hands in both directions.
"Your an asshole!" She yelled back, still laughing. Her laughter was comforting... kinda showing me how far I could go with this.
She began kicking backwards at me with her bare legs and feet. Was she asking to be tied-up? Didn't matter to me! I quickly grabbed her ankles and wrapped the tape around them as well. Once secured, she moved her feet up and down, testing the tape. I'll never forget how cute she looked doing that. After I ripped off the other edge, I got off the bed and stood back to get a nice view... and DAMN was it nice! She was playing into it great, struggling all over her bed, grunting and laughing at the same time. After a few perfect seconds, she suddenly stopped and just stared at me. That nervous feelings came back. Was she mad? Creeped out?
"Well... you got me... so what are you going to do with me?" She said cockily.
Wow! If I knew it was going to turn out like this, that thought of backing out would have never even made it to my head!
"Your in no position to get fiesty, little girl!" I said, folding my arms across my chest. "Enjoy your new life as my slave!" 
Corny, I know, but I couldn't honestly think of anything to say. She struggled a bit and shot me a perfect "defenseless angry prisoner" look. Man she was good! I decided to see what else I could get out of her so I walked over to her computer desk and began typing to people online.
"Hi Steve! I don't think I wanna see you anymore!" I said out-loud, pretending to be typing to her "crush", Steve.
"WHAT!?" She yelped, then squirmed her way to the edge of the bed. She swunger her legs off the side and stood up straight. She then slowly and methodically hopped over to me. I looked up at her from the chair. I wanted to see her face when she realized I was kidding.
"Really funny, AJ... no really... hilarious!" She said to me shaking her head. Of course, I started laughing. "Oh! I must have forgot to laugh... but now I remember! HAHAHAHAHA!" She yelled putting on her fakest laugh. 
"HAHAHAHA" She continued, leening in right next to my face. This was too good to be true! I wanted to gag her from the start, but was too nervous. Now she was practically ASKING for one! 
I stood up slowly and began walking torwards her. She continued her fake laugh, which was now being mixed with real laughter as she hopped backwards from me. I suddenly grabber her and shoved her onto her bed. I feel onto it right next to her, clamping my hand over her mouth. She hummed into it, still trying to do the laugh. I gave her a shocked face and she bust out laughing under my hand.
"MMM-MMMM!" She said to me.
"What's that?" I asked
"MMM-MMMMPH!" She mumbled again.
I took my hand off her mouth and was un-expectingly hit with that stupid fake laugh again! I replaced my hand, muffling her laughs (which were now real) and reached for the duct tape...
RING RING!
No way! What timing! Her phone was ringing! It rang again and I kinda just froze up. I looked down at her. She jerked her head forward, wide-eyed and made a grunting noise as if to say "Anwer that!". I suddenly snapped back to reality and grabbed the phone, then realized this wasn't my house! I took my hand off Steph's mouth and put the phone next to her head.
"Hello?" She asked, acting as if nothing was happening.
It seemed to be like the longest 5 second pause of my life. Was it her parents? Her brother? Was I busted?
"Oh hey what's up Mel." She said in a "relax" kind of voice. Phew. I wiped my forhead and stood up, giving her a little freedom. She sat up, clamping the phone between her head and her shoulder.
"Nah... just AJ... yea... he's got me a little tied-up." She said, giving me a funny look. I laughed a bit. Steph must have had an amusing idea come to her quickly.
"Mel! Seriously though! You gotta come save me! AJ has gone mad! HELP ME!"
I knew what had to be done! I ran to the duct tape, quickly pealing off a piece while Steph still frantically called for help.
"Mel! PLEASE! HES GOING TO GAG MMMMMMMMPH!" She got off, right before I pressed and smoothened a shiny piece of tape over her lips. I yanked the phone from her and held it up to my own head.
"She'll call ya back!" I said and hung up the phone.
"Mmmph-Mm-Mmph!" Steph playfully grumbled.
What would I do now? Everything I had hoped for had happened. Then I noticed her bare feet. I looked at her face with a smile. She raised an eyebrow and gave a little grunt. I flipped her onto her stomach and moved down to the end of the bed. She looked back at me and must have seen me looking at her feet. She just rolled her eyes and stayed still. "Huh?" I wondered. Anyway I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed her ankles, and propping her legs up, leaving her feet, dangling in the air. I quickly went to work on the soles of her feet with my left hand.
Nothing!
Ah shoot! She wasn't ticklish! Well, I guess you can't have it all! I snapped my finers and stood up, walking to the door to go to the bathroom.
"Mmm-Mmmm!" She called to me, I looked back and she still had her legs up, wiggling her toes around and poiting to her feet.
"Mmm! Mmmm-Hmmm, mmmph!" She said.
I took that as making fun of me that I couldn't torture her. When I got back, there really wasn't much to do and I noticed she was getting tired of being my prisoner. Not wanting to out-wear my welcome, I un-taped her, ankles first, then wrists. When her hands were free, she slowly peeled off the tape from her mouth.

After that, we just went on like everything was normal, playing and joking around. Well, I guess eveything WAS normal for her... but for me! Wow! What an experience! And this wasn't the last time I got to do this either! Of course it wasn't exactly my first time either! I have a couple more tales to share if you guys want them. Give me some feedback! 

I'd love to hear about the other times as well!