"What are you doing?"I asked, feeling a long piece of rope dangling.

"Just having some fun"she said.

She tied part of the rope on only one of my wrists. I was wiggling around, never having been tied up before I wasn't sure I'd like the feeling. Still, she was only tieing one wrist so it didn't do much. She then took that same length of rope, for which there was plunty leaft, and used it to bind my other wrist. All the squirming I did was for naught, my wrists were bound tightly. As she used that same length of rope to bind my ankles, I tested the bonds, they were way too tight to slip from or break but didn't cut off circulation. I sighed in defeat, my ankles were tied just as tightly.

The same length of rope was used, it was like a hog tie but the rope was extended enough so that my legs layed flat.

"If you start screaming too much I'll have to gag you"

"Why are you-

But she leaft with that. An idea came to me, as I kicked, hoping to break the rope and free myself. But the rope was strong, no matter how hard I kicked it, nothing happened. I kept calling her name but no awnser. I screamed but nothing. Had she leaft? I must not have heared the door open but half an hour later(there was a clokc in my room)My door was open so my older sister(about 17)saw me there.

"Sis quick, untie me!"

She came in with a bewildered lok on her face.

"I don't know why but our cousin tied me up. Please, help me"

But she just started to giggle, I pleaded more. She grabbed my nose and shook it a bit.

"I don't have to worry about you sneaking my stuff off right?"

I had a nasty habbit of borrowing her stuff without asking.

"Please, help me and I swear I won't ever borrow without asking again"

"Fine, I'll be right back"

I was relieved, but that ended when she came back with a roll of ducktape. She stripped off a pice and plstered it on my mouth. I tired to protest but it was just mpphh. I tried to wiggle the tape off, also no good.

"I was suprised when I saw you tied up like this, but also glad. I think it's time you learned a lesson about trust my little sis"she said.

I thrashed harder then ever, the rope didn't loosen a bit. My sister laughed and picked me up. She wrapped tape down from just below my shoulders down to my waist. I tired again, the bonds were even more unbreakable then ever. She carried me out and set me on the couch in the living room. Just then another knock. I continued thrashing with absoloutely everything I had, all my strength. My bonds didn't loosen at all! One of my sister's friends came in. She began talking to my sister but then noticed me and came over, my sister telling her that she found me tied up by my cousin.

"I'm teaching her a lesson here. C'mon, let's go"

"Bye sweetie"said her friend teasingly before they leaft.

I rolled off on the floor and wiggled around for hours. The tape, while wrinkled, still held, and the rope STILL would not break. My cousin came home eventualy and I begged her through my gag to let me go. She however just put me back on the couch.

"Sorry cuz, you want help you'll have to wait for your parents to get home. Oooh, ducktape? I guess your sister like the idea too"

I cursed under the gag before she left me. After an hour my sister came home, taunting me some more. Then mom came home and called everyone down(without untying me first)She asked who did this and my sister took responsibility. My mom let her off with dishes for a week. My mom then got a knife and cut the tape bonds, then the rope bonds. She ripped the tape off, which didn't hurt(it must've loosened a little from my protests)

I was about to tell my mom what happened however my cousin hangagged me while her back was turned and brought me into my room. "Sorry, I was just having some fun. Here"she said taking out a bag full of rope, ducktape and such.

"You can tie me up and we'll call it even"

Boy did I ever accept! 

To Be Continued....

- Watch a movie, video or DVD together in which there's a tie-up scene. Try making a comment along the lines of how lame the tie-up is, how it should be more convincing, you could get out of that in no time at all. He may take you up on it. 

- Similar to the above, find a pic of a tie-up that you'd like to try (there must be a couple somewhere on the internet), show it to him with a "check this out - can you imagine what it must feel like?" Or fall back on "I bet I could get out of this" and see if he takes you up on it.

- Just bet him outright that however he ties you up, you can get free. This can backfire - I tried it once with a friend who was so worried about being tied he didn't want to tie me at all. Even when I promised not to get revenge he did a lousy job (probably why he was so hesitant).

- Or you bet you can tie him up and if he gets free he can tie you any way he wants. This is going for the gold if he agrees. Up to you if you want to do a really bad job of tying him.

- Any of the above, to "kick it up a notch", you can mention having read somewhere that Houdini did some of his escapes in the nude to prove he didn't have keys or picks etc in hidden pockets (yes I did really read that once, and now that you've seen it here, you can say you did too). See what the reaction is to "can you imagine what it must feel like getting tied up like that?" 

- A while back in the news there was a report of a reform school (several, actually) where boys 11-17 were punished by cuffing them spreadeagled to their beds, calling it "four pointing". Not nice at all when done by someone in authority, but if you mention that you're "wondering what that feels like" or want to play tough by suggesting that "it can't be all that bad", go ahead. The kids were made to strip first, or if they refused, they were cuffed first then their clothes cut off. Hope this isn't too rough for this forum, but it's real. Up to you to mention it to your friend or not.

- Some of the same places would hog-tie kids for extended periods (in one instance - 72 hours (!); there's a movie being made of his story). Sometimes also stripped and lying on the cement floor of a locked cell. Must be pretty intense. See your friend's reaction to the story, you can play tough "doesn't sound so bad" or "I wonder how long I could take it". Both sound (ok, to me, anyway) like reasonable questions. 

- There's always the "magic trick" approach - say you saw this escape trick you'd like to try. Again the Internet to the rescue, find a tie-up pic that looks like you might have a chance of escaping (or not), and try. Failing to get free just means you need more practice. 

- I had a friend used the "itch torture" on his little brother. Would tie him spreadeagle to his bed, wearing only boxers or more often nothing at all, no sheets or covers. Then just wait... eventually there'd be a small itch, on his leg or arm or chest or whatever. He'd ask how much it itched, was it one of those itches that just cries out to be scratched, and if you don't seems to spread, to go deeper, maybe fade out then start over even worse until you think you're going to go mad if you don't do something. It was the power of suggestion, more than the itch, but the combination would have the kid tossing around like mad. That's why he'd usually be nude - if you wiggle enough you can slide around in your clothes and get some relief, but if there's nothing you have to endure it. And he could always tell his mother afterwards truthfully "I never touched him". 
Next time you have an itch - don't scratch and pretend it's because you're tied... see how much worse it gets. 

There's others, but that should be a start. Good luck, post back if you try any and they work. Or if none work and you need more ideas (if none work you may need to work on a different friend).

Of course, play safe, don't get left tied unattended etc. But you wanted ways to bring up the subject, so there you are. 
 

p.s. Dexter - good story, and you write extremely well for a ten-year-old. It would be great if some of the older posters could do as well. Write more and often. 

Now then, I was about to do so but my mother popped in to tell us she was going out. My cousin told me she had to go to the bathroom. I waited a few minutes for mom to leave(Dad still at work)before my cousin came back. I told her to lay face down on the bed. I got the rope out and was about to tie her up again but she giggled. I was about to ask why but then I felt my arms being grabbed. My cousin got up and I turned my head around, it was my sister!

She shoved me on the bed, my cousin jumping on me and grabbing the rope. Not sure if mom had leaft, I was about to scream but my sister pulled a piece of cloth tightly between my lips and tied it tightly. "I'll be back sis"she said walking out.

My cousin began tieing my hands behind me in the same fashion as last time. I began to protest through my gag but I was ignored. I heared my sister seeing my mom out. I yelled through the gag but she couldn't hear me I guess. I struggled but I was pinned. My hands were tied securely just as my sister came back in.

"Get the rest of the stuff with ya and follow me"she said.

She picked me up and carried me despite my thrashing. The ropes held fast. I was carried down to the basement and placed on the floor. Fourtanately, we had a rug in our basement as a lot of cleaning was done in it so my sock covered feet didn't get wet. My sister sat on top of me as my ankles were tied together. She gave me a few light slaps, not hurtful slaps but taunting ones. My ankles were tied soon and my sister went to get a ladder. My ankles were held just as tightly as my arms.

There was a long length leaft of the rope used to tie my ankles. My sister carried the rope up the ladder and tied the other end to the hook. My legs were lifted up slightly. But even though I was helpless, they weren't satisfied. They took another length of ropa and tied it around my allready bound hands and connected it to my ankles. I could barely even squirm, which I actualy tried. "I'll take the gag off for now but if you scream then it goes back on"she said untieing it. I coughed a bit.

"You lied to me!"I said to my cousin who giggled.

"I'm sorry, couldn't resist"she said barely able to contain her giggles.

"Why though?"I asked them both.

"We talked right before mom left, we decided to make sure you learned your lesson"

"But I mmmph!"

The gag was tied back just as tightly.

"If you go 2 hours without making noise, we'll let you go for sure, watch over her"

Not wanting to risk being leaft tied up, I didn't struggle but layed there as my cousin giggled at my predicament. I was ready to kill her the instant I was untied. 2 hours later my sister came back and asked if I was quiet. My cousin said no! I began protesting through my gag but my sister cut my bonds anyway.

I wanted revenge.

To Be Continued....
 

do you mean your babysitters used to tie you up, or you were a babysitter and you tied up your charge, or what?

Her 'lesson' being that it's ok for a girl to use violence,humiliation and torture and blackmail to obtain personal,private, sensitive information about another persons sex life!! and then brag about it.

Claudia shoulve had all this done to her so she would know just how it felt for 12 hours, after all equallity is what we girls want eh

I have archived the August and September stories. You'll find them on the index page.

Thanks for all your stories.

Okay guys, that's all I'm gonna tell you now, so if u wanna hear the rest...tell me! ;) Be cool and safe!

Discovered! Conclusion 

I glanced through the opened window: it was dark. The night was cool and starry, and it brought a slight breeze of humidity. Then I realized. It was around 8 ‘o clock and I had been tied up for almost 4 hours! But it was far from ending. The initiation was to commence at any second and my exhausted body couldn’t resist another attack of evil fingers. At this point, I was strangely excited, something which I wished hadn’t been too noticeable! 

The feeling of a smooth hand caressing my taut skin made me come back to reality. All of a sudden the caressing turned into a savage and relentless attack of wild fingers seeking for ticklish spots. An overwhelming electric feeling dispersed from my ribs towards the soared parts of my restrained body. The struggling to free myself was such that I thought I was going to break the bedpost. All I could do was to writhe and squirm in my snug bonds laughing my head out, while Adrian launched into a tickling spree on my upper body and Phil tortured my feet soles. What actually were 5 minutes seemed to be an endless torment worthy of including in Bible’s description of hell tortures. I couldn’t figure out where the tickling was coming from, since I felt it everywhere amongst tears rolling down my cheeks, sweat wetting my skin and many other sensations I am not able to describe. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of Tyler’s treatment in his tight hogtie position, being tickled and screaming as loudly as me. My cousin was struggling as much as his bound allowed in a desperate however futile effort. In spite of the severity of our tests, I was sure neither Ty nor I would give up. We were both breathing heavily when the boys stopped. For our relief they gave us a short period of time to recover and dried our faces covered in sweat. 

“How are you guys?” Phil asked. 
“Really tired!! … But we’re not giving up, are we Tyler? I answered in a defiant tone.
“Of course not, Nick!” Tyler said in agreement. 
“You’re two arrogant overconfident prisoners. Well, we are going to have to increase the torture then.” Adrian said before he paused, “Bring the bag”.

Adrian grabbed something inside the mysterious bag and held it up for us to see the torture tools: a toothbrush, a feather and four shoelaces. Our eyes widened in both terror and excitement knowing what was awaiting us.
“NO!! Please guys, that’s too much…” 
“Oh, shut up!” Chris snapped as Adrian and Adam unceremoniously hand gagged us.
“You whiners! Before continuing I have to ask you if give are giving up.”
We just mphhhed an unintelligible “No” and shook our heads.
“Let’s get on with it then!” Adrian said gladly.

And saying that he handed each boy a shoe lace, kept the toothbrush for himself and assigned the feather to Adam. Afterward they split up again in pairs but now Adam and Chris were preparing to tickle me; Adrian and Phil would be enjoying at Tyler’s expense. 
Tyler was first. His big toes were tied together with one of the shoelaces to prevent him from wiggling. Adrian gently brushed Tyler’s helpless soles with the toothbrush. The effect was electric. I saw how the boy impressively twisted, jerked and screamed for freedom while Phil used his fingers to attack his armpits. 
It had not passed a long time when my treatment began. My toes were also tied in the same way but Chris used a strange technique with the remaining shoelace. He used one loop to wrap each toe of my right foot and started pulling the two ends (first the right, then the left end), producing an extreme tickle sensation. Like if that wasn’t cruel enough, Adam ran the feather through my belly, armpits and ribs, tickling my tanned stretched skin. I had always thought feathers weren’t effective when tickling like I had seen in movies, but that proved otherwise. Maybe it was because of my particular ticklish body. In my spread-eagle position there wasn’t much I could do and I gave the twice of laughing and screaming in response.
“Don’t do it! " I said squirming to escape...but they just grinned and continued... 
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!...”
“You… hahahahahahaha… are…hahahahaha….evil!” Tyler cried.
“Do you give up!!? “ Adrian asked
“Hahahaha.. Never!!.. hahaha” We both answered
“Two minutes left!” Phil announced.
I admired the knots and knowledge these boys had. Compared with them, I was a mere rookie in this matter.
The tickling resumed when Adrian handed the toothbrush to Phil who used it unmercifully on Tyler’s ribs. Tyler looked like if he was going to explode, his face reddened from the breathtaking laughing. It seems, from my experience, that while you are tied up and defenseless, tickling increases considerably. Chris and Adam weren’t nicer either; I kept staring at the ceiling feeling my sticky hands tightly bound above my head and my lean legs tied at the ankles and stretched as far as they could go. I kept asking myself how I had gotten into this! I was truly foolish to let myself be at some boys’ mercy! But I liked it. 
I heaved a sigh of relief when the youngest boy that had short crispy black hair, clear skin and big brown eyes said the time was over. Our mates sat beside us and laughed joyfully.
“Wow, it has been a long time since I was initiated. But doing it to another one is much better!!” Phil commented
“That’s true.” Adrian said “I founded the group along with Adam two years ago. The most amusing tying ups always happens at initiations. We always try to change the method with every new member, you know. I was tied to a tree, Adam was strapped to a trunk and carried through the woods, Chris was bound to a wheelchair and my little brother was taped to the wall... But those are other stories…”
“Yes, and we were all tickled too!” added Adam.
“Oh, that’s pretty fair. It makes me feel better already” Tyler said sarcastically. Adrian spun around and gazed fiercely at Tyler.
“Dear Tyler, you sure have a big mouth. Didn’t I mention that in the third session you would be gagged?” Adrian said cunningly and looked at the boys who only laughed at our distress.
I blanched at the thought of the dreadful tickling plus being tightly gagged. By the regretting look on Tyler’s face, I think he did too. Chris fetched a roll of duct tape, a red handkerchief, a black squash ball and a pair of socks. Phil put the ball inside the sock and made a bundle of it; Chris grabbed the handkerchief. 
“Open wide both of you!”
We clamped our mouths shut immediately, but the experienced boys knew how to deal with this. Phil grasped my nose with one hand while keeping the bundle in place over my mouth with the other. When I opened my mouth inevitably to gasp for breath Phil forced the bundle between my teeth and used the other sock to secure it in place, knotting it off behind my head. I tried to complain about it, but the usual “mphhhhff” was produced from my stuffed mouth. It was remarkable how effective the squash ball was! It opened my jaw wide; I couldn’t spit it out and not even work it with my tongue. Biting the bundle just made my jaw tired. As soon as Ty opened his mouth, Chris shoved a handkerchief deep in and sealed it by wrapping sticky silver tape several times around his head. To complete the job, Chris pressed Tyler’s head between his hands hard, to make sure the tape stuck to his face. We stared and laughed at each other, looking ludicrous with all that rope and gagged mouths.
“I ‘m going to ask you every 30 seconds from now on to give up, because you can’t even speak. Is that ok?” We nodded grudgingly.
“Good. Adam, come here with me and you, Phil, go with Chris.” He commanded again. 

The scene was repeated while Adrian and Adam used all they had on me. The shoelace, toothbrush, feather: everything. I mphhhhed loudly through my gag and pulled and twisted my feet which were being explored by Adrian’s curious fingertips. Tyler squirmed furiously in his bonds, and he even freed himself from the hogtie, but his wrists and feet remained tied, the knots well beyond the reach of prying fingers.
Then someone asked “Do you give up?” To my bewilderment, Tyler nodded energetically and the boys stopped instantaneously. He was turned on his back. Tyler was drenched in perspiration, the sweat glistening on his chest.
“You’re out Tyler! Let’s finish with Nick” Now the FOUR of them launched into a violent tickling spree! 
“mmmmmmmmphhhhhf!!!” I screamed through my gag. The effect was devastating.
I thought I was going to faint. This was, doubtlessly, the most intense tie up experience I’ve ever had (but deeply enjoyed). After the endless 30 seconds I heard somebody whisper at my ears.
“Nick, do you give up?” I knew that this was well beyond my resistance. 
“mphhhff!” I answered and nodded my head yes with resignation. Continuing would have only made me pee on my shorts, further embarrassing me.
The boys stood and Adrian started announcing
“Nick and Tyler, you have-“
We heard steps coming up the stairs and the same desperate feeling invaded me. Who could that be now? Adrian had closed the front door when he came in… It had to be someone who had the key… from Tyler’s family… not his mother neither his brother… his father!!
“Oh, mierda!” Chris said in the characteristic Spanish tone. He took a pocket-knife out from his pants and quickly cut the ropes that were binding my extremities to the bed. He proceeded to put Tyler and I back to back and wrapped us with some rope. With the aid of our initiators they wrapped us in a thick eiderdown leaving only our feet visible. They placed us on the floor like a large long pillow and sat on us, turned on the TV and waited expectantly. Tyler’s father emerged from the opened door.
“Good evening boys”
“Good evening Mr. H.”
“Did you see Tyler and Nicholas?”
“No... I mean yes we did!” Phil responded.
“They lost a bet and went to buy ice cream for us.” Adrian added.
“Oh, in that case could you tell them that I’ll be coming back within an hour, at 9:30? I just came to pick up something I forgot”
“Sure”
“Mr H, can I ask you something?” Adrian began. ”Can Tyler and Nick go with us tomorrow on a two week camp?”
“As long as you’re accompanied by adults, it’s fine with me.” My uncle answered. I was puzzled by that last question. Why were they asking us to go with them if we had failed? Would they give us another chance?
Adrian told me afterwards my uncle had stared at the “pillow” suspiciously for a moment but said nothing, either because he didn’t know or because he pretended not to know about our predicament. Later on I found out my father had played tie up games in his boyhood as well and I wondered if this wasn’t a genetic thing. 
He said goodbye and left.
The heat inside was extreme, our wet skins stuck to each other’s. My shorts clung to my damp legs; all the time we had waited immobile. We felt the pressure on top disappear and suddenly the upper part was pulled down to our necks so we could breathe. They took our gags off and we relaxed our aching jaws.
“Congratulations, you are now members of our group!” I was even more puzzled by this announcement.
“As you know, it is impossible to take all of that. None of us passed the initiation! The idea is accepting the challenge, and you broke the record with 11 minutes even though you are a lot more ticklish than we are.”
I wanted to strangle him. We had weathered all that for nothing! We swore revenge on all of them.
“You really shouldn’t insult your friends, specially if you’re all tied up” Adrian said and ran a finger down our helpless soles. We squirmed and writhed inside the wrapped eiderdown, pushing each other in a frantic effort.
“I think we should untie them. They’ve been like this for a long time now” Chris said and we were spared of further tickling. As soon as they untied me, I ran to the bathroom and emptied my bladder. Tyler reacted likewise. 
“You can count on us tomorrow” we said as they left.
“See ya” They answered from the outside.

We spent all the night talking about what happened to us and plotted our revenge for the next day. I think we didn’t even sleep that night. And Tyler wasn’t mad at me anymore. ?.
More to come…

Nicholas H.
Feel free to make any comments about it.

As I lay still, they began to hogtie me. The bound my hands together, and then my feet. After they had completed those two, they tied them together in back of me after I climbed up and layed on the bed on my belly. I had no idea what was to befall me but they had tied the knots very well and it seemed Katie knew what she was doing. She sat, spread-legged across from me on the bed. Her legs and crotch had filled her pants already sweetly as possibly can be, and made it more clear while stretching her head back and doing the splits. 

She had me looking all the while and had no idea that what she was doing had any sexual reference what-so-ever. She was catholic and had been taught not to do stuff like that and she believed it, so she was actually just stretching. They decided that the hogtie wasn't enough and decided to gag me as well. Jamie took a fist of panty-hose and stuffed it in my mouth and wrapped a bunch around my head and tied it off.

The torture began when they all just sat there in their chairs looking at me and laughing. They all at once, jumped on the bed and started jumping on my back. If I had been a few years older, in football, that would have killed me. But at the ripe old age of the day, I stayed just fine, but with all the pain. They then began to tickle me, not a lot at first, just my feet. But then they realised that I became a lot more ticklish if they took my socks off and then they had their fun.

After awhile robert broke in and grabbed me. With all of his strength he carried me to my room and untied me while Steve held the door. We all laughed afterwards, but my laughter was at them and it was dry, I had not escaped their wrath without help, this was a first...

*I'm thinking of writing an extended fiction story here, I an just asking if anyone would object to that even if I made sure everyone knew it was fiction?*
(These stories ARE true however.)

PS. also visit link for a pic of me

I invited my friend over my house for a sleepover. It started out as a regular sleepover, but it sure didn't end like one.

Andrew and I were in my basement playing video games when he remembered the Red Sox were starting then. So we stopped playing video games and decided to watch the Red Sox. My friend then told me that when certain players were up at bat or were pitching, he would do a special dance.

Now, I had an idea for a great bondage prank for my friend, Andrew. (He and I are both 12.) So I went up to my bedroom and got a few pairs of red soccer socks. Then snuck back down into the basement and went onto the other side. I grabbed some rope and a roll of silver duct tape.

When I went back onto the side of the basement my friend was on, I hid the stuff underneath my sleeping bag. When one of his "special players" was up, I got ready to attack. I grabbed on of the red soccer socks and stuck it in his mouth, tieing it behind his head quickly. I grabbed some rope and tied his hands behind his back. It was really hard because he was putting up a fight. After I had his arms secure, I tied his feet together. Then I took another red soccer sock and stuffed as much of it as I could into his mouth and then tieing it behind his head. I then took some duct tape and rapped duct tape around his mouth three times. All I could hear from my friend was MMMMPPPPPPHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The next thing I did, my friend never expected. I tied some more rope around his hands and then with the excess rope, I pulled tightly and attached it to his feet, putting him into a hogtie. Now that he was all tied up, I let him see one of his "special players" go to bat. But before the player batted, I put a red soccer sock over his eyes as a blindfold and put the TV on mute. He was going absolutely crazy. MMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To add to the torture, I made him smell smelly soccer socks for a few minutes. Then I took off the sock blindfold, took mute off, and let my friend watch the rest of the game, but still tied up and gagged so he couldn't do his dances. After the game, I let him go and boy he wasn't happy.

We started playing video games. I had to go to the bathroom, so I went upstairs. When I came downstairs I couldn't find my friend. All of a sudden, my friend jumped me from behind. He did the same thing to me and left me there for a few hours. It was fun.

I hope I have more experiences like it.

I woke up Saturday morning after a long night out with the girls. We had a big party for one of my best friend Katie’s 17th. I started my day like most, breakfast, a bit of reading, a bit of fresh air. I knew that Mark wouldn’t be home for a few hours yet because he had to cover a friend at work who was sick. It was one of the few weekends I’d had recently where I had nothing to do for a few hours, being the sunny day that it was I though I might as well sit out the back and do some reading in the sun. I had been out there for about 20 minutes when I heard the garage door open. I got up and checked it out. Turns out Mark finished his replacement work early and came straight home. He was in quite a good mood for someone who had 3 hours sleep after downing ¾ of a bottle of vodka then having to start work at 6am. He went inside and made himself some breakfast and then hopped on the computer. I gave him a kiss on the cheek as usual and walked back outside. Not having to worry about how Mark was going to be after last night and work this morning, I was in a good mood. I think I was outside for about another 20 minutes before I heard the door open behind me. The book was getting a little boring so I wanted some company. I lay the book down on my lap and outstretched my arms thinking Mark would lean down and give me a hug. Instead he grabbed me around the armpits and pulled me right out of his chair. Next he pulled me and held me against him with my back to him. About to question his motives I opened my mouth but as soon as I did he covered it with his hand. I had been tied up about 100 times by Mark in the past, but he never started like this. I decided to play along a bit and started to struggle, but it was no use, he is a pretty strong guy. He basically carried me into the lounge. I was expecting to see rope, instead I just remember him pinning me to the floor. He shoved some cloth in my mouth and then proceeded to blindfold me with a scarf. Once again I tried to struggle but I didn’t stand a chance. He took my hands, crossed them behind my back and tightly taped them. I was wearing socks which he quickly removed, and then taped my ankles together. Next he put some tape over my mouth to stop me from spitting out the cloth he put in. 
I’m someone who pays a lot of attention to detail; I noticed a few things were off about this tie. First of all he had never tied me up with tape before. Second he had never packed my mouth with cloth before. And lastly he never used force to tie me up. I was kind of excited about this but on the other hand it had me a little worried because it wasn’t like him to change like this. He picked me up and then sat down. As he sat down he sat me on his lap. I heard the tape come out once again as he began to wrap it around my upper body. He wrapped it above and below my breasts. 
Next he picked him up and threw me over his shoulder, and walked back outside. I remember hearing him fiddle with the keys before he opened the door to what I thought was the car. He threw me onto what felt like the floor. Turns out I was right about the car, but wrong about the door. It was the boot. He laid me across it on my stomach. He then tied some rope around my chest, knees and ankles. When he was done I could hardly move. I knew that he had tied me like that so I wouldn’t move around in the boot, because he was going to take me for a drive. Id never been tied up in a boot before. He closed the boot and it was silent. I couldn’t hear a thing. He came back about 5 minutes later. I heard him open the car door; he opened the little door in the back seat that goes through to the boot. It was getting a little hot so I was grateful that he did. One other thing that bothered me was that he hadn’t actually spoken a word since he got home. 
He started up the car and began to drive. Barely able to move I just lay there wondering what he was going to do. Most of the time it’s just a bit of tickling and teasing, but this is what I would have expected being kidnapped. I was thinking maybe this was his attempt at it, but who knows. He was driving for about 45 minutes before he stopped and got out. He didn’t open the boot so I was just left there in the car. He came back about 2 minutes later, got back in and started driving again. I was forced to wait about another 30 minutes before he stopped. He got out and opened the boot. He untied all the ropes and took me out of the boot all taped up. He made me stand up, and lay against him with my back to him again. I didn’t know what to expect, was this a surprise? Or was there some negative motive to him tying me up today… He ripped my tape gag off and pulled out the cloth. Before I could speak he put his hand over my mouth again. I moaned a little. He fiddled around with something before I felt some plastic thing come through his fingers and onto my lips. Straight away I figured out it was a straw and began to drink. A nice cool drink of water was just what I needed. But what I really needed was to know what was happening. Still not a word spoken from Mark as yet. I had a fair bit before he stuffed the cloth back in and taped my mouth again. It took him about 10 minutes to tie me up in the boot again. When he was done he got back in and started driving. I didn’t know what to think now. He was making me a little scared, I really felt as if I didn’t know the man who had tied me up and taken me. Thoughts started running through my head, things like what I could have done to piss him off, or if when I was drunk I had hooked up with another guy and couldn’t remember. My pleasure turned to fear as another hour went by. He stopped the car, got out and undid the rope again. He cut the tape on my ankles and stood me up. He then grabbed me tight by my arm and guided me across some grass. I struggled and moaned a bit to see if he could at least speak to me so I could hear the tone of his voice. Instead he just kept pulling me. I heard him playing with the keys again then unlock a door. He pulled me inside a house; all I knew was that it had floorboards. I knew we weren’t home which scared me as well. He walked me through some rooms and finally sat me down on a hard wooden chair. He took my hands and bound them with rope; before he was done he cut the tape and tightened the rope to finish the job. He also tied my wrist ropes to the chair before he got started on my feet. He tied my ankles just above the bottom of the chair legs, because I remember having to reach down with my toes to touch the floor. He tied my ankles apart to each chair leg and the finished it by tying my knees together. Finally he tied cut the tape around my chest and tied some rope around me. I was still scared not knowing what was going on. He came around behind me and took my tape gag off and pulled out the cloth. I didn’t get a chance to say a word as he cleave gagged me with what felt like satin. I immediately screamed into the ineffective gag and pleaded to let me go. Even though he had cleave gagged me he put his hand back over my mouth and sat on my lap. He reached around behind my head and undid the knot on my blindfold. He took it off and I started right into his eyes. He didn’t say a single word, although if my eyes could speak they would be screaming and pleading. They were a bit watery. It took me a few minutes to realize I was in an empty room, with the windows closed over and a single light which was hardly bright. Mark got up and took his hand off my mouth and I didn’t scream this time. He walked to the door and just before he walked out I started screaming again, trying to get him to let me go. But before I could even put some words together he closed the door. I didn’t bother trying anymore, I just sat there, teary eyed wondering why this was happening. I was convinced I had done something to him. I loved him so much; I just wanted to speak to him. 
I sat there for a few hours, thinking and thinking what I was going to say when he finally gave me the chance to talk to him. He finally came back in and I just sat there silently, staring straight into his eyes. He sat leaned down in front of me and put his hands on my knees, I never stopped staring into his eyes. He got up and leaned forward, then took my gag off. All I said was “why”. Still no reply as he began to untie my ankles and knees. It took him about 10 minutes to untie me fully. He stood me up again, and he re taped my wrist; he had some tape under the chair. He put the blindfold on me and walked me back through the house. When I stopped walking I was outside, I could even hear waves crashing so I knew I was near a beach. He took my blindfold off and I saw the sunset on the beach. Down at the bottom of the cliff I was standing on was the beach. I looked around to my left and saw a town. It took about a minute or so I realized I was in Victor Harbour, about an hours drive from Adelaide. He turned me around, paused and said, “So… is that close enough to a kidnapping for you?” I have never felt so relieved in my life, I just kissed him. We were at his uncle’s beach house which he managed to scam for a weekend. He cooked me dinner and we watched a movie. I didn’t care, I just was relieved that everything was OK and my Marky still loved me. 

That was probably my best bondage adventure to date. Without having to be put through the real thing, I think that’s got to be the closest you can get to the real thing.

Hope you liked it; I won’t be posting anymore recent stories as I can’t be tied up because I have a broken ankle. I might post some old stories with the adventures including all my friends. 

Well continue this story later tonight!

First I ordered him to lie down on my bed, which he did. I then tied his hands to the bed post and did the same with his legs/feet. Then I decided that he should be gagged, he soon began to protest but I told him a deal was a deal. I went over to my drawer and pulled out a pair of my Tighty Whities. When he saw this he began to say F*** no. but I told him to shut up and I forced the Whities into his unwilling mouth.

PART III COMING SOON!

After I had him tied down tight and gagged with MY undies, I began to tickle him. He squirmed and moaned through the gag but I just continued this for about 15 minutes. It was then I noticed that he had gotten hard and it was so noticeable in his red briefs. I asked him did he like being tickled and he shock his head no, but I knew his secret he was getting turned on by me tickling him. So I decided to begin tickling him again.
 

TO BE CONTINUED

As I continued tickling him, the more he got turned on. I finally decided to stop tickly him when I thought he could not take no more. But the fun was not over. I told my little prisoner I would return and I went down stairs and got some ice. When I returned his eyes got huge when he saw the glass of ice. I told him that I thought he had gotten to hot, and it was time to cool down. I then took about 4 things of ice and put them down his underwear. When I did this his eyes almost bulged out of his head.

PART 5 COMING SOON!!!

I told my bound and gagged friend I would return in about 20 minutes, and left him laying there in his underwear, which was now getting wet from the ice cubes. When I returned his underwear was completely soaked and he was mmmmpphhhh through the tighty whites that were gagged in his mouth. I ask him was he ready to be let go and he shock his head yes! But I told him I thought he looked great laying there in his Underwear tied up with my underwear in his mouth as a gagged. I told him that before I would let him go I had to get pictures of him like this, and I got my digital camera and took some good pics of him laying there tied up in his red briefs. lol over all that was a great day.

THE END

PS. ANOTHER STORY COMING SOON, JUST FOR MATT. IT IS A FOLLOW UP TO THIS STORY, AS MY BEST FRIEND GETS RAVAGE ON ME BY TYING ME UP IN ONLY MY ANKLE SOCKS AND WHITEY TIGHTY UNDERWEAR’S

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One day, a friend and I were bored. (It seems boredom is a huge reason for playing tie-up games.) He was about fourteen, named Jim, and I was fifteen. We had a discussion about how cool it would be to tie up a girl we knew who treated us kind of badly, in that she was stuck up and we were a little nerdly. 

I asked, "How are you gonna do it? You've never tied anyone up."

He said, "My dad's got a bunch of rope in the garage. I'll go get some and tie you up for practice. Is that cool?"

"Sure," I replied, "let's make a game of it. You can tie me up and whatever time you take, I have that much time to get loose."

"Sounds good."

I waited in the kitchen while he ran to retrieve the materials. I should point out that this was about 10:00 or 10:30 at night. Jim's mom and dad worked unusual jobs that made Jim the ultimate latch-key kid. His dad was home maybe once a week because he was some sort of salesman who took many trips. His mom worked in the office of a factory on second shift, so she usually got off at 11:00, but her work was about a 40-45 minute drive home. I looked at the clock and realised we should have plenty of time before Jim's mom came home.

Jim arrived back with a handful of different length rope and a few that probably stretched forty or fifty feet. For those into detail, it was medium thick cotton clothes line.

Jim told me to sit in one of the kitchen chairs. I obliged and glanced at the clock.

"Okay. I start timing, now," I said.

Jim began with my wrists. He crossed them behind the back of the chair and tied them with one of the shorter lengths. While this was the first time he tied someone up, Jim had seen lots of pictures of trussed up people, so he did a really good job.

Next, he began tying my arms to the sides of the chair, wrapping some of the longer lengths around my upper body. He then went to work on my legs.

Jim tied my ankles together, tightly, then he tied another rope through the rope between my ankles and around a cross bar under the chair. He tied my knees together, both above and below with one fairly lengthy piece.

Finally, he picked up the longest length and began wrapping my legs to the chair, starting with my thighs and working his way down to the tops of my knees. With the rest of that length, he wrapped the rope around my calves all the way to my ankles. I was utterly helpless at this point already, and Jim was grabbing the other long piece.

He used the next long one to wrap my whole upper body to the chair back. I was nearly encased and couldn't budge at all. 

"Done," Jim stated, with a smile on his face. "Okay, you got twenty minutes--go!"

I began a fruitless struggle. I couldn't reach a knot, I couldn't loosen any of the bindings. I was thoroughly bound. Jim sat in one of the other kitchen chairs, watching me struggle. At this point, I had butterflies in my stomach, but good ones. It was a real thrill to be made helpless, even if it wasn't from a girl.

I struggled for about fifteen of the twenty minutes I was allotted and then gave out a heaving sigh, realizing I had lost this game. Every knot and rope was in the same place they had been fifteen minutes earlier. Suddenly, we both looked at each other with panic as we heard the front door open.

Jim stood up, running into the hallway that connected to the front door, went by the living room, and led straight into the kitchen. He was trying for an interception. Embarrassment was washing over me before I even had a chance of being seen this way.

Jim delayed his mom for a few seconds, but he could not think of anything to keep her from going into the kitchen--the place she goes first every night after work. I overheard Jim.

"What are you doin' home so early?"

"Work was done, so the boss let me go," Jim's mom, Carol said.

She walked into the kitchen and looked directly at me, with less surprise than I expected. Carol was about 35 years old, slightly plump, with blond hair. She was dressed in her business skirt and white silk shirt with medium high, black heels. 

"Oh! Am I interrupting your tie-up game?"

I answered, slightly flustered, and strangely thrilled, "Yeah. I was just trying to escape."

"Jim, you did a good job. How long have you been trying to escape, Tom?"

"About fifteen, twenty minutes now."

Jim chimed in, "Yeah, we like to play role-playing games and play out some of the scenarios, like if your captured, to see if someone can realistically be tied-up or if it is easy to get away."

"If Tom's your captive, you've forgotten something."

Carol left the kitchen and went upstairs. Jim gave me a slightly confused look, which I answered with a more confused look, which he answered with a confused shrug of his shoulders.

Carol came back down with 2 silk scarves. 

"Okay, Tom. If you were a real captive, they wouldn't want you shouting out for help now, would they?"

"I guess not."

"Open your mouth." I obeyed and she stuffed one of the scarves into my mouth, making sure all of it was in. She then cleaved the first silk scarf in place with the second, wrapping it around my head and knotting it tightly in back. My thrill level was going through the roof. I thought I was helpless before, but now, with the gag, I felt the most helpless I had ever been. 

"So, we give 'em another 20 minutes, Jim?"

"Yeah, sure." Jim was smiling. They both sat down in 2 other kitchen chairs. Carol smoked a cigarette and they had a conversation. All the while, I struggled, mmphing every now and then, to no avail. Carol finished a second cigarette.

"We should probably untie him now," Carol said to Jim. "Now you know if you're trying to recreate something realistically, you have to think of everything."

They both worked about untying me and ungagging me. We were caught that day, but it turned out to be no big deal. It also made us realize the importance of gags, which are involved in another of our games.

Hoped you liked it. Later.

Another boring day, Saturday morning, no school and nothing to do. Jim and I were watching TV at his house while his mom was dashing here and there, doing laundry and other odd household chores. This happened about a month or so after that first story from earlier. I was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Jim was wearing a black Harley-Davidson Tee with black jeans. To give people a time era, I'm talking mid 80's. 

Jim turns to me and says, "Hey. You want to play another tie-up game?"

"Sure, but what are we talking about?" I replied.

"I had you in a chair last time, but this time I want to try a hog tie." I wasn't sure exactly what this entailed, but I knew ankles and wrists were tied together. My original idea was that Jim was going to tie me like a rodeo calf with my hands and feet in front of me--Jim had other ideas.

Jim ran to the garage to get the many lengths of clothes line that were stored out there then came back in. We both went down to the basement where they had a couch and a rug on a cement floor. An open doorway led into the pantry where the washer and dryer were.

"Okay, Tom, lie on the floor--on your stomach." That took me a little off guard, but I did as he said. Jim began tying my wrists together, palms facing each other, as his mom came down with laundry.

"Oh, playing your tie-up games again?"

"Yeah, mom. You want to help?" Jim asked. I was embarrassed and thrilled again.

"No, you guys go ahead, I've got too much work to do. But I'll be up and down the stairs, so I'll see what you've done to Tom."

His mom seemed cool, in a strange way, about the whole tie-up thing. I remember having fantasies of her tying me up, but, alas, it never happened. Yet the thrill of Jim tying me and Carol seeing me that way nearly made up for it.

Jim continued tying me. Next he looped rope around my bound arms and slid it up to just above the elbows. Because of my position, I couldn't really see what he was doing, so not much detail here, sorry. He then tightened that rope until I let out a little gasp.

"You okay?" Jim asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You just took me by surprise."

"Good," Jim said, rather menacingly. He tightened the rope around my elbows more.

"What are you trying to do, get my elbows to touch?" I asked, somewhat sarcastically.

"Yes, I am. I saw it in a photo and I was hoping I could do it to you." Jim tightened the rope slowly and I felt my forearms and elbows lightly touching. This was helplessness. He knotted it off without the rope slipping looser, which impressed me and itimidated me.

Jim then tied my ankles together very tightly. He continued on my legs by tying a rope that encircled my legs just above and just below the knees. He pulled my feet up behind me, looped a piece of rope around the rope between my ankles. He then looped the same rope around the rope between my wrists. He continued with a loop between the rope at my elbows and then straight back to my ankles again. He pulled this rope very tight, to the point that my feet were less than an inch from my butt.

Next he took one of the longer pieces and proceded to wrap this aroun my ankles and my thighs, pulling my legs so they were nearly bent in half at the knees. He had to lift my body up to get under my thighs, as I couldn't be much help at all. He tied that last rope off and as he did that, I tried to move. I was nearly immobile. I could rock my body back and forth and move my head around, but that was it.

"Okay, I'm gonna try to get out now," I said.

"Wait. I'm not done." Not done. I wondered what else he could do, I wasn't getting out of this as is. 

"Mom!" Jim called.

"Yes, Jim."

"I need something to gag Tom with. Can I borrow something?"

"Come up here!" Jim left me there on the rug. I tried moving about, but was not able to do anything. Jim returned a minute later. I couldn't see what he was carrying.

"Open your mouth," Jim commanded. I could tell he really like tying me up. I lifted my head and he shoved a black bandanna in my mouth. He then took a roll of duct tape and taped the stuffing in. The tape went over both lips and he wrapped it around my head about 3 times. Jim's mom then came down the stairs and she stopped in front of me looking at me as I strained to look up at her. Once again, I was getting a very intense thrill from being utterly helpless in her presence.

"Wow, Jim. You really got 'em. Are you okay Tom?" I mmmphed throught the gag and nodded my head yes.

"I like the gag, but I want it to look more like in movies." Jim said this pleading for an idea from his mom.

"Oh, like with the handkerchief over the mouth?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't you just tie a handkerchief on top of the tape. It will hide the tape, make Tom that much more quiet, and look the way you want it," Carol said, helping Jim with his dilemma.

Jim liked that. I could tell by his unseen reaction. He had another bandanna on him, this one red with black shapes on it. He folded it carefully and wrapped it over my mouth, just under my nose and he tied it off tightly at the back of my head. I mmmphed when he was done, and he said, "go ahead, try to get out of this one."

So, I struggled and mmphed for a few minutes while Carol sat down for a cigarette break, watching me.

"I've got to get back to the housework. Have fun boys." Carol left. I was still struggling, but slowly giving up. 

"Give up?" Jim asked, after about ten minutes.

"Mmmmmmmmphphph!" I said, amazed at how quiet this way of gagging had made me.

"Well, tough. I'm leaving you like that for awhile." Jim went upstairs and shut the door. I was left in the basement, all alone, hog-tied to the max, and gaggged to utter silence. I struggled on and off, but eventually submitted to the fact that I was doing nothing and going nowhere. After about an hour, Carol came down the stairs.

"He left you that way? I thought you went home. Jim's upstairs watching TV. JIM!! JIM!!! Get down here and untie Tom! I'm sorry Tom, you okay?"

"Mmmmmmphph," I managed, with a nod. In reality, my arms were buzzing with numbness and the material in my mouth made me very thirsty. A minute later, Jim came down the stairs and came over and untied me. I could barely stand, and I couldn't really move my arms. After that, we pretty much spent the rest of the day roaming around town. I told Jim how I liked being tied-up and he said he knew I liked it. He then said that he liked tying me up, but he wishes I were a girl instead. I apologized for being male, but realized that he probably has strange feelings, liking the tie up part, yet wishing I was a girl. Can I clarify--I don't think he really wished was a girl, he would rather tie a girl than me (LOL). 

I've only got a couple more good ones, so I'll try to get on a little later. 

PS sorry bout the double posting last time, I had a little misunderstanding. 

THANKS!

me and my friends cathrine and emily plus a few other people where hanging out at the mall, eating food and we went to a movie. we where all being pretty wild that day and afterwards cathrine and emily came back to my house for about 2 hours cause they where going to get picked up there. we where having a good time, being crazy and tickling eachother and stuff when they double teamed me and tackled me to the ground. we wrestled for about 2 minutes and i shouted over all the laughter
"i'm about to tie you both up!"

they laughed and said 
"sure" and we kept wrestling. finally i got free and said
"i warned you." 
they continued to laugh i left the room and laughed even harder when i returned with a role of duct tape and some bandanas. without a word i pulled emily to her feet and pulled her hands behind her back. i rapped them tightly with tape. then i put her feet together and tied them up with tape as well. she was now balancing standing up, still giggling. i gagged her with a strip of duct tape. and she giggled into it. 

cathrine was observing the whole thing with amusment. then i pulled her hands behind her back and tied them up. i did the same thing with her feet and gagged her. now they where both trying to keep their balance, all tied up. i blindfolded both of them with bandanas and they fidgeded all over the place, giggling. 
"now for some payback." i said.

i pulled up two chairs and placed them back to back. i sat emily and cathrine in each chair and taped them back to back. i then pulled up to stools and placed them about 2 feet in front of each chair and propped their feet up on the stools, so that their legs where stretched out. i taped their feet to the tops of the stools. they seemd curiouse at first, but started to panic when i removed their socks. they screamed into their gags and squirmed all over the place.

i set the little timer on the table for 3 minutes and said
"your first cathrine." she screamed and squirmed like crazy. i hit the start button on the timer and tickled her feet like crazy. both of these girls are extremely ticklish, and she was in tears when the timer went off. i re-set it and walked over to emily who was panicking. i pushed the start button and went to town on her. 

i didn't think it was possible but she was more ticklish then cathrine. she was already in tears two minutes into it so i had to ease up a bit, but i didn't stop until the bell rang. then i untied them from the stools and chairs and helped them over to the couch. i removed their blinfolds but they where still tied and gagged. 

the glaed at me and i flipped on the tv.i waved to them and walked out to go the the bathroom. when i returned they where trying to free eachother and they probably would have succeeded in another 10 minutes. i untied them and they hit me quite a bit. soon afterwards they got picked up.

that's my story.

Only one guard was allowed back, and at least one person had to guard. I volunteered as a guard while my teamates went out. I waited there for about twenty minutes. The fort was a small little clunhouse like thing. Anyway, twenty minutes, the door opened. Amelda had been captured I saw. She had a rag stuffed in her mouth with another rag tied over it. Her hands were cuffed behind her, and her captor was Stephanie.  Stephanie layed her down and attacked me. 

She was too fast and shoved me down quickly. She cuffed my hands behind me, then my ankles. She gagged me in the same fashion she gagged Amelda. She then took another pair of cuffs and cuffed the other two cuffs, so I was basicly hogtied.

Stephanie bent down to Amelda, who struggled against the cuffs.

"You're just too easy"she giggled, grabbing Amelda's nose and shaking it a bit. Amelda could only mmph in her gag. Stephanie took out a bandana and blindfolded me so I couldn't see anything. I tried to tell her blindfolding is a bit far but only mpphs came out, and I guessed she ignored it. I heared her rip ducktape out. Since Amelda was allready securely gagged, I thought she was going to tape her ankles. Amelda could only mpph through her gag.

I don't know the details exactly since I was blindfolded still, but someone came in and there was a rucus. My blindfold was removed by Amelda. Steven had come and ambushed Stephanie I guess. She layed there, her hands bound behind her by ribbon, her feet tied with rope, with the other end tied to a hook in the ceiling, pulling her upwards. As Steven unlocked my cuffs, Amelda taunted Stephanie now. When I was free I asked where Cindy was. Nobody knew. It was then we realized in horror(horror as in possibly losing the game horror) that Cindy was out there alone, with 3 other people after her. We had no idea where to start looking either....

TBC

Either she was desperate or didn't see Steven as she tackled me. Steve came from behind with handcuffs and cuffed Jessie's hands behind her. I got on top of Jessie and held my hand over her mouth as Steve ungagged Cindy.

"It was a trap. Jessie got me easily"

Cindy wasn't very strong at all, so it made sense Jessie, who was pretty strong, got her so easily. Steve handed me the cloth used to gag Cindy. Before we could free Cindy however we heared Mark and Calvin coming our way. We ran away, with no choice but to leave Cindy behind. Calvin and Mark caught up to Steven. I ran away as fast as I could, Steve was as good as caught.

When I returned to the fort, Amelda was hogtied with leather belts. She could barely move! She was gagged with two strips of ducktape that formed an X. I realized Mark and Calvin must have come here. Stephanie leaped at me but I got out of the fort. Just then Mark and Calvin came out witth their captives. Cindy and Steve had their hands tied behind them but with no gags. I assumed with rope. Jessie was with them too.

"We just need to capture him and it's Game over"said Calvin.

Amelda, Cindy and Steve were all helpless now. While Steven struggled Cindy just stood timidly. She had the least chance of escaping, she was very weak for anykind of person. So now it was just me against the entire opposing team. It looked like we lost.

TBC

They took more jump rope and tied my elbows and knees together, then took the ends of the rope used to bind my knees and elbows and tied them together, brining them closer together. I was about to ask again but they took my socks off and stuffed them in my mouth. They then took a ballgag and strapped it tightly. I struggled again and saw it was pointless. They giggled as they shoved me around with their feet lightly before leaving. My parents were out on another honeymoon and trusted me here. What a mistake this was!

They brought me out into the living room and dropped me on the couch. They watched some TV and ignored me. I hated the show that was on but protesting did no good. They all went into the kitchen to get snacks and stuff when my little sister(about ten)came in and saw me. I mmpphed through my gag, urging her to untie me but she just giggled and walked up to me. I thought she would untie me but she stuck her tounge out. Then someone came at the door.

It was the mailman(it was still daytime)He saw me and asked my little sister what was happening. I thought she would tell him I was ganged up on but she said"Oh this is a game. She wanted to do this"

I mmphed in protest but the mailman said allright and dropped off the mail. My friends came in(who I was mad at)and one of them said"You're not gonna help your big sister?"

My sister shook her head.

"Good, we promised to keep her out of trouble"said another.

I didn't even both trying to protest, it was useless. Then, my friends took a sack out from the kitchen that was used for carrying heavy things around and stuffed me in. I was carried off and them dumped out in the basement. But it wasn'y my basement, it was my friend's! 

They untied everything but my hands and kept my gag in.

"We'll take it out if you don't scream"said one of my friends.

I nodded and they undid the ballgag and took my socks out of my mouth. My hands were still too tight to free.

"We'll leave you down here until you escape. Just yell if you need anything. My parents know what we're doing and they won't mind as long as we help"said one of my friends.

I was leaft there. I began to squirm but it did no good. I realized I couldn't just break the knots. I wasn't flexible enough to bring my hands out in front of me. I got myself up and looked for a sharp object. Nothing was around though. I could barely touch my knots. I dug my fingers under the rope with some difficulty. Then with some more dofficuly, I got my fingers out to where the knots were and untied them. Just then my sister came down to check up on me.

I waited until she was down then picked up my socks and came from behind. I stuffed one sock in her mouth and tied the other one around it. I then took the jumprope, which with her short body, was enough for a hogtie.

"Let's see how you like it"I said going upstairs.

I came down with my friends to show them. They taunted my little sister, lightly kicking (not hurting, just kind of tauntingly) then we untied her. No bondage for awhile after that(none that night anyway) so I'll end this with a quote one of my friends said after untying my sister:

"That was fun, what now?"

That's pretty much what this post is about.

I was a real geek in high school, glasses, braces, seriously introverted, bad hair, etc. My obsession with nerdy things like computers and magic tricks didn't exactly make me Mr. Popular either. Since I didn't fit in anywhere else, I wound up with the Drama Club and that's where the Chinese Tickle Torture Rope Escape Challenge eventually started. See, I'd been interested in close-up magic (cards, coins, that sort of thing) since I was a freshman, but none of the effects I'd learned were really suitable for performing on a large stage in front of an audience. As I started digging through all these magic books looking for a new effect that was better suited for stage performance, I stumbled across a description of Harry Houdini's famous 100' Rope Escape Challenge.

For those of you who aren't familiar with it, Harry Houdini used to invite members from his audience at county fairs and such to come up on stage and bind him with 100' of rope. Then, it was up to him to escape in less time than it took for the volunteers to tie him up. If he failed, then the volunteers won a cash prize. The whole challenge dimension of the trick, the adversarial aspect, made it very popular-- as word of it spread, people would actually practice tying people up for days beforehand in the hopes of being the ones who bested Houdini. It was perfect for a stage effect.

It was also, I eventually came to realize, a great gimmick to get girls to tickle torture you without seeming like a total pervert. :)

I didn't have Houdini's nerve, I should mention, so rather than come right out and announce to EVERYONE that I had a new magic routine that involved a rope escape challenge, I asked one of my friends, Jessica, if she wouldn't mind helping me rehearse. She agreed and we met at her house one day to try it all out. As I was explaining the whole premise to her about the escape challenge, I added one more wrinkle that was not part of Houdini's original trick-- I told her that she was allowed to tickle torture me during the escape. That definitely got her attention! LOL

I remember being so nervous the first time that she tied me up that my fingers felt numb. It seemed to take her forever to use up all 100 feet of that rope, and by the time she was done there was so much slack in that rope that it was practically falling off of me before we even started. That first stunt was . . . well, in a word, lame. I don't remember the exact amount of time it took, but it wasn't even remotely close. I was free before she'd even really figured out where I was ticklish. To be fair to Jessica, this was the first time she had ever tied up a guy . . . 

but it wasn't the last time. ;)

You see, a funny thing happened. When I got out so easily, Jessica's competitive spirit came out. She decided she was going to figure out how to beat me at this rope escape if it was the last thing she did. We must have gotten together easily a dozen times, and each time the escape challenges got a little more complicated. First she tried different positions to make it harder for me to reach the knots; then she added a blindfold so I couldn't see the knots. Then she wanted a "five minute warm up" period so she could figure out where I was most ticklish and wear me out a little before the actual escape began. When I used my teeth to work the knots during one escape, she would cover my mouth with masking tape during the next escape. It was like a little game with us-- I'd find some new clever way to win and she'd come up with a way to counteract it in our next meeting. We joked about her being my assistant because she was helping me practice this escape stunt so often, and all that practice with Jessica was helping me when I took on other challengers! Every time we did an escape, she became better at tying me up and I got better at escaping-- until, one day, she finally beat me at the escape contest.

I remember it vividly. Instead of using the full 100' rope, we had opted for a shorter length of older "magician's rope" instead. Jessica was impressed because she knew shorter ropes meant less slack for me and the older, worn clothesline was harder to manipulate with my fingers because it wasn't stiff like the new ropes would have been. I was intentionally giving her every competitive advantage I could, because to be totally honest, I wanted her to win in this little game of ours. I wasn't willing to pretend to lose, of course, she had to legitimately beat me-- but I was more than willing to give her any condition that she asked for that would help her win.

She blindfolded and gagged me first and then she quickly lashed my wrists tightly together. At that point, she laid me down on my stomach and brought my wrists up and behind my head. She then pulled the ends of the rope down behind my back and used them to lash my ankles together as well. I was basically hogtied, but in a backbend that made it impossible for me to move or cover up.

I wasn't wearing a shirt by this time in our little game because Jessica had learned that I was more susceptible to light, grazing tickling than the harsher, digging into the ribs style of tickling and she didn't want the shirt to provide me with any protection. Once she was satisfied that I was properly tied, she started with the "warm up" tickling period-- although she knew perfectly well where I was most ticklish by this point, it had become a regular feature of our escape stunt by that time-- and she proceeded to completely wreck any concentration or physical composure I had by running her soft, grazing fingertips all over my sides, my back and my armpits. I was trying very hard to block out the tickling sensations with sheer concentration, but I wasn't doing very well.

Suddenly, as if she could sense my faltering concentration, Jessica gave the cue for me to begin the escape. I began to grope at the loops of rope around my wrists when Jessica abruptly changed up how she was tickling me. She still kept using a light touch, but she would use all ten fingers on a ticklish spot on my right side and get me squirming-- and then suddenly, her fingers would jump over to my left side and get me squirming over there. Back and forth she went, until I was so busy squirming from side to side that I couldn't even keep my fingers on the knots! She had me in the palm of her hand from that moment and she knew it. Her hit and run rib-tickling tactics kept me squirming for the whole time.

I wound up doing the "Chinese Tickle Torture Rope Escape Challenge" with something like two dozen different girls during the remainder of high school and college-- but no one I ever met was able to give me the challenging thrill and butterflies in my stomach that Jessica gave me.

My ears strained at a faint noise. I sat up in bed and because of extreme drowsiness had trouble to light the lamp adjacent to Ty’s double bed. The alarm clock displayed 6 o’ clock in big red numbers. We had only been sleeping for an hour, I realized; we had fallen asleep at 5 in the middle of a conversation. I turned my head sideways. Tyler lay next to me on his stomach, still engrossed in his dreams and snoring rather loudly.

“Tyler, wake up. You’re snoring and I can’t sleep” I started pushing him but it was useless; I had always had difficulty waking my cousin up. 
As my eyes adapted to the darkness, I glanced him downwards, going through his dark-brown hair, his hairless and tanned back until I reached Tyler’s arms which were bound at the wrists!!! 

“What the hell?!!" I was startled.

My mind was racing when I figured the snoring hadn’t woken me up; someone was near. I tensed. I could feel the intruder. Tyler had seemingly sensed neither the ropes being tied around his wrists nor the raspy noise, due to him being a heavy sleeper (for my experience, he could have been carried and yet he wouldn’t have even stopped snoring). 
I saw him out the side of my eye, a slender shadow moving faster than I had imagined and whirled too late, a knee on my back pinning me down hard on the bed, twisting my left hand painfully behind my back and clamping a hand over my mouth. My heart was pouncing intensely as I shouted through his hand. I recognized immediately who had the ability to perform that assault in no time.

“It’s me, Adrian. I’ll let you speak if you promise not to scream.” He whispered in my right ear. I nodded and he pulled his hand, now gripping both of my hands behind my back.

“Jeez Adrian, isn’t this a little bit too early? Its bloody 6 ‘o clock in the morning!” I complained. He chuckled and positioned my wrists palm to palm with his humid hand.

“I came to take you and your cousin to my house. My dad’s going to drive us from there.” I felt the first loops of a soft cotton length of rope being fastened around my hands separately, before wrapping several times around both of my wrists and cinching it with a complicate knot. Adrian pulled back his knee and inspected my bonds. 

“You could have asked us, you know.” I said.
He thought for a while and answered “Nah, I like this way better. Kidnapping is more fun” he chuckled again, “Besides, there are some things we didn’t tell you about our games yet. I’ll call the other guys as soon as we get there, let’s go.” The assailant fetched a second rope and knotted one end to my bound hands, slipped the rope beneath my body lifting me with his arm and finally securing the other end again to the wrists. He helped me on my feet, the rope tightening against my bare waist while I twisted my hands for freedom. He turned the light on, and I caught a glimpse of Adrian who was clad in a light sleeveless military jacket over a white silk t-shirt, with olive shorts, ashen socks and black boots. 

“So, how do I wake him up?” He asked jerking his thumb at Tyler. 
“I don’t know, tickle him!” I grinned broadly.

Adrian approached silently and ran his finger down Ty’s ribs, and within seconds he was fully awake laughing his head off and squirming, shocked by finding out I was tied up as well. Tyler was swamped in confusion and fear .I will always remember that face, his disheveled brown hair over his forehead and red cheeks contouring the bulging dark eyes, like a puppy. Adrian explained him what was going on, and then he wrapped more rope around his waist, knotting it off at his wrists.

“Wait a minute, I have to put some clothes on!” I said remembering I had slept only in my white underwear. Adrian rummaged inside Ty’s drawer and grudgingly helped me put on a quite small dark shorts. 
“I can’t walk barefoot down the streets” Ty complained 
“Me neither!” I said mockingly since he had to take care of us.
“What do you think I am, your babysitter? Ok, ok… Just don’t kick me”
We sat down as Adrian picked two pairs of socks, put them on us and I caught an odd expression on his smooth face: he was holding himself in excitement not to tickle our helpless feet! He got my battered sneakers and put them on my feet.
“Anything more, ladies?” 
“Our stuff” we said. Adrian picked our bags we had prepared last night and put each one of them on our shoulders.
“Now, walk” he said and we were marched downstairs, going through the kitchen backdoor.
“What about our breakfast?” I complained
“Oh, shut up Nick or I’ll gag you” Adrian snapped. He was dead serious and I definitely didn’t want to be seen bound and gagged strolling around in the neighborhood, so I didn’t bother him for the rest of the journey. 

It was a glorious day, the dawn spreading its first sunbeams over the dew of the mowed lawn, and over our shirtless chests. The neighborhood lost its loneliness and silence, broken by the presence of three boys walking down the sidewalk of Elmer Street. In the early hours a gentle wind caressed the soft hair of the younger boy as he became aware of a bulge in his back pocket.

“Nick, look!” Tyler whispered carefully looking at Adrian a few yards away in front of us. I was amazed to see he had cut the ropes with a pocketknife and was handing it to me, hiding his hands behind his back. Then I remembered Tyler had placed it in his shorts last night when preparing his bag, “always be prepared” he had said. I placed the knife between my fingers and started sawing the ropes, slowly not to cut myself. Adrian had made such a big mistake by being careless and letting us march behind him. 
In a matter of minutes I was free and looking into Tyler’s eyes, nodding my assent. We were to jump on Adrian and try to overpower him. He could easily take us individually, but being together he was unlikely to succeed. Each one retrieved a length of rope from the duffel bags and attacked. He put up a great fight, but finally we had him pinned down on the humid grass with his arms pulled behind his back. 
As Tyler held Adrian’s wrists palm to palm, I wrapped the rope vertically and horizontally around them, cinching and knotting it off well beyond the reach of his fingers. My knots were competent and held, but they were still not as snug and tight as the ones Adrian had used on us. I was thrilled; that was the first time I tied someone apart from Tyler, and it felt great! To further restrict my new prisoner, I tied his elbows together with the second piece of rope, which produced some groans from Adrian. Tyler then fetched a longer coil of rope and used it around Adrian’s waist in the same fashion, pinning Adrian’s bound hands against his back and wrapping the rest of if tightly around his arms and chest. 
I checked thoroughly both his jacket and shorts pockets for any kind of objects he could use to free himself. There was a Swiss pocketknife, a pair of hankies, a 6 foot coil of rope and a small roll of electrical tape. We weren’t sure he could manage to escape like we had done, but we were not taking any chances.
We stepped back and admired our handiwork. We contemplated with pleasure as Adrian rolled on his back, wriggled and squirmed as much as his tied upper body would allow, finally covering his hair and face with a sheen of perspiration. 
“He’s going nowhere!” I exclaimed victoriously.
“Yep. What a surprise, Adrian, huh?” 
Adrian answered: “And what are you gonna do when I show up at my house like this? Fools, you won’t be able to submit all the three other boys.”
“Dear Adrian, you’re so naïve.” I started saying, “Don’t worry. We have this all figured out. Now keep quiet, it’s time to be gagged!” 

We helped him on his feet, “No! I ain’t going to be gagged in the middle of the street. No, wait - ! He pleaded. After Tyler had inserted the hankies inside his mouth and held it temporally with his hand, I wrapped unmercifully a transparent duct tape around his head, making all his attempts to speak mere mppphhhhhfs. He looked so helpless! I could see Adrian’s wide lips taped shut and his bulging cheeks.
We resumed our travel toward Adrian’s house; now we were pushing Adrian from behind and marching him in a hurried pace. We had to get there before the others, I thought. As we turned the block I made out Adrian’s house: an imposing white-and-blue Victorian house, a massive front yard and presumably a backyard twice bigger. Tyler led the way, since I had never entered there before. We forded the house and entered through a small fence in the back and continued through a path to an entrance in the kitchen. We ran upstairs, went into Adrian’s room and locked the door. Nobody had seen us. Great. 
We laid our prisoner on the bed, took out his boot and socks, crossed his ankles and tied them horizontally and vertically with a torn cloth. Then he was hogtied snugly with a bathrobe belt, joining his wrists and elbows to his ankles. He is at our mercy, I said to myself when he struggled relentlessly and squirmed side to side (that was all he could do!). I poked my fingers into his ribs and he giggled. 
“mphhhhhhhhhhhf” he yelled through the transparent tape sealing his lips.
“He’s really ticklish! We’re going to have a good time…” I said with a smirk.
“Wait Nick, we need him first. Adrian, will you cooperate with us?” Tyler asked menacingly. Adrian began shaking his head no and stopped, realizing what would come.
“Show him, Nick” As soon as Ty said it, I lifted Adrian’s shirt over his head and attacked his bare ribs with my fingers, brushing them back and forth in a frantic tickling motion. He reacted by rocking on his taut belly and squirming savagely, laughing and mpphhhfing what seemed to be a plead for mercy, until his white cheeks were wet with tears. I almost felt sorry for him – almost! I removed his gag slowly as he squealed for the pain it produced. 
“Spit them out” I said and he obeyed. Tyler dialed a number on the phone while Adrian was gasping for breath, surrendered at last. 
“I’m phoning Adam. Tell him to come here right away” Tyler ordered and placed the phone next to Adrian’s face.
“Hi Adam, it’s Adrian. Yep. I’ve got them here; all trussed up and waiting. Yea. Can you come over?... O.K. See ya” Adrian finished the conversation.
“He’s coming in a few minumpppphhhhhf! “ I cut him off by shoving again the handkerchiefs in his mouth and securing it with several rounds of the previous tape. Then I saw he was trying to work out his wrists knots with his prying fingers.
“What the hell you think you’re doing?” Tyler said and so I fetched the black electrical tape and while he stretched Adrian’s fingers I wrapped the tape tightly around them, over and over again, only leaving his fingernails untaped. He was now in a state of complete exposure and helplessness: he couldn’t even wiggle his fingers.
Now it was just a matter of time to get our revenge…

Did we get our revenge on our buddies? Or did they overpower us eventually? You’ll have to wait till the next chapter. Coming soon! Please let me know if you want me to continue because my stories are rather long and it takes me some time to write them.

Tape gags are naff. If anyone says they were gagged with tape and unable to remove it within about a minute they are lying or stupid. The jaw muscles are some of the strongest in the body (especially in women!) and a tape gag can be removed simply by opening the mouth or using the tongue to lick the adhesive off or by pushing any stuffing against the tape. The only tape that can stand up to a real gagging (that I have found) is the tape used to seal off rooms for the purpose of removing the harmful building substance called asbestos. (However I found out the hard way that it is super glue based and extremely difficult and painful to remove.)
The only way a duct tape gag can work is when it is wrapped a few times around the head. However, duct or duck tape as it is sometimes known is slightly elastic which means it will stretch when you wrap it around the head but will then shrink back. A "victim" could give you the ok when it is first applied but could run into serious difficulties 10 minutes later. It could very easily cut off most of the bloodflow to the brain which could cause at best a head ache and very easily induce fainting which could be extremely serious depending on how your victim is tied. (If the head falls backward then the airway is open, if it falls forward.......)
I am not keen on this type of gag as it makes the mouth airtight and if anything happened to obstruct the nose.....
Also with the "air-tight" gag, be very careful with tickling. Your victim obviously looks like they're having fun but will be spending all their time breathing out and will struggle to breathe in. This will starve the blood flow of oxygen to the brain with bad consequences. It is very important to only tickle for about 10 seconds then give the victim a couple of seconds to breathe in again. It is also very important to have someform of safe-signal such as clicking the fingers or blinking rapidly so the victim can tell you when it is no longer a game. 
I am always suspicious when I hear the word ball-gag mentioned. These are incredibly over-priced items and when a story is written at a time when the the author is/was in their early teens then I would be very surprised if they owned one. If a sock was placed in the mouth first then a ball being pulled in would force the sock down the throat causing the victim to gag and choke.
Also if a ball is big enough to hold the mouth fully open then the wearer would only last a couple of hours before intense agony kicked in.
Some authors have written favourably about being left in hog-ties for long periods of time. Anyone who has (like me) will tell you that the pain in the shoulders and back is intense and it gets worse when the cramps in your legs set in. Fun for an hour or two but......

I don't want to sound like a messenger of doom, tie-up games are a lot of fun but a little message to those of you who are making up stories. You might say that"He tied me up to a chair, shoved a sock in my mouth and wrapped a good 10 turns of tape around my head, he then left me like that all night."
Somebody could read that and think "I know, I'll do that to my little sister/brother tonight." If they did then there is a very high chance that the bro/sis will not be alive in the morning or left traumatised for life.

I am a bloke in my thirties who likes tying up women but feel obligated to try things out on myself to get an idea of the feel and safety aspects. (A good submissive is very hard to find when you are my age and you don't want to go bumping any off by accident, it's not as if you can walk up to a lady in your local pub and ask if she wants to play cowboys and indians!..although I've never tried...hmmm....

I would like to tell you a story that sounds unbelievable but I promise you is 100% true.
The trouble with self-bondage is that you can escape whenever you want which defeats the whole idea. That is when I started experimenting with self release mechanisms such as freezing handcuff keys in ice and the one which I am going to tell you about now, a combination lock at night.
The idea is simple enough, you tie yourself up in such a way that you can only escape by removing the combination padlock first. You tie yourself up at night and have to wait for the sun to come up before you can see to open the combination.
I had decided I was going to go for a spread-eagle on my double bed. I waited til about 2 a.m. then tied my ankles wide apart with rope to each bed leg. Using an ordinary padlock, I locked a short length of chain around the headpost on my right side. I gagged myself with a rubber bit-gag then handcuffed my left wrist to the left head post. The key was on a shelf above my head. Next I fastened one end of a pair of handcuffs to my right wrist and clicked the other end shut on itself-not attached to anything. Lastly I used the combination lock to attach the free handcuff end to the chain around the right headpost. I was now trapped. Obviously I had done all this in the dark and had to wait til morning to be able to see the combination lock to free myself.
By the way it is an absolutely terrifying experience when you click that final lock shut, I think I waited about 10 minutes before finally plucking up the courage to click that padlock shut.
Anyway, I lay there for a bit, struggling around to see if there was any way I could get free, there wasn't. The room was pitch black and I couldn't even see my hand let alone the lock. After about an hour I was getting bored, I guess it's better when someone else ties you. I was seriously regretting what I had done and was angry with myself, I started twisting my hands around to see if I could slide them out of the cuffs, that was when disaster struck. Handcuffs have a little lever on them that acts as a double lock, it stops the cuff from tightening any more. However, during my struggling I somehow managed to knock this lever off, when I tried twisting my right wrist out of the cuff, I heard 3 very quick and loud clicks of the cuff tightening up around my wrist. I remember going completely cold as the reality of my situation set in. The cuff was so tight that it was completely cutting off my circulation. It had only been a few moments but already I could feel my fingers going numb, morning was hours away and I figured that I had 15 minutes maximum before I would not be able to use my fingers. There was no way I could see the numbers on the lock, there was no way to escape, my girlfriend at the time was away and not back for another 4 days. (mind you I think I would have rather died than let her see me like this.)
So I did the only thing that I could do. The combination lock went up to 999 so I mathematically started going up the numbers in the vain hope that I would get the right number before my hand became useless. Here comes the bit that you wont believe and I still have difficulty believing myself. I hit the right number on my SECOND attempt!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had spent about a whole minute randomly turning the little dials on the lock when I tied myself down and to get the right number on my second try still beggars belief. I am not a religious person but that experience has been the only thing in my life that has made me question myself.
I still perform self bondage but am older and wiser and always have a back up plan. I now just use the ice method but have a spare key in the bottom of a tin of paint which I put on a high shelf with a long piece of string hanging down to the floor. If a situation ever became life threatening again, at least I have some form of escape. I would just have to fork out for a new carpet! enough of an incentive to wait for the ice to melt.

To finish, tie-up games can be dangerous if you don't forsee the risks but so are many other things, diving, rock climbing, parachuting etc. Maybe it's the danger elements that attract us to these activities and just because something is dangerous does not necessarily mean we shouldn't do it. The bottom line is that BOTH the tyer and the tied should be aware of the dangers and consent to the game. I read something very true on the net somewhere: Tie up games are exactly that, games. The person doing the tying is not the one in control, the one who is in control is the person getting tied up. As soon as the one doing the tying exceeds the limits of the one being tied up then it ceases to be a game and becomes something far more sinister.

Remember, have fun, but play safe!!!
 

Stephanie and Jessie both tried to run me down, Jessie with hands cuffs but I sidestepped both, snatched Jessie's handcuffs and cuffed her hands behind her, shoving her lightly to the ground. Stephanie came at me with a belt but I tripped her and strapped the belt on her wrists behind her.

Mark and Calvin leaft Steve and Cindy to come after me. Big mistake. I dashed away into the cabin, leaving me trapped. Muffled sounds could barely be heared outside when Steve came charging in. He tackled Calvin from behind, and I got a distracted Mark. We took belts that were on the floor and got their hands strapped behind them. We then unstrapped Amelda and ungagged her.

When we came out, we saw Jessie and Stephanie had socks tied around their mouths, Cindy's socks. We congradulated Cindy on gagging them. If they had warned Mark and Calvin, we would've lost. We brought them all back to the fort and won the game. We then untied them and went to my house to play videogames.

The End

You're right on about the risks of self-bondage. I didn't try anything elabarate like your ice trick. Instead, I put the handcuff key in one room and then I'd go into the other room, tie my feet together, gag myself with socks & tape, and lock my hands behind my back. Then I'd crawl to the keys, stuggle to my feet, which was hard with them tied together, and get the keys and unlock myself, also not easy with my hands behind me. On one occasion, I put the key higher than I should have and couldn't quite reach it. It was right on the edge of the shelf, so I tried bumping the shelf. On the 3rd or 4th try, the keys fell to the floor, and I had to get back down to the floor without falling. Though I made it, that was a bit MORE of a challenge than I wanted, and after that I was more careful where I laid the key.

Marcie and Amanda, Part 1 of Many

Marcie and Amanda sat across from me, bound hands and feet, gagged and sitting side by side. Both girls were trussed securely and sitting upright. Each girl struggled and mmphed through her respective gag. They were just so cute sitting so close together!
Marcie was a curious, lovable rascal. She was the first to pounce and the first with a new idea. Her adventurous spirit made the spectacled young eight-year-old an exciting playmate. Her most endearing feature was that though she was not petite she was smaller than other children her age. Compared to her average sized, curly blonde haired nine-year-old cousin, Kristen, she was the same size as an average six-year-old. She also had a slight propensity for sucking on her thumb; her front teeth ridged where her thumb would sit. She also bit her fingernails.
Marcie had been in my care all day and we played inside and outside the house, in the yard and around the pool. The young girl came in her green strap top, blue designed bathing suit and yellow shorts. She wore closed sandals and a blue designed bandana in her hair. She kept herself busy in the yard with the radio and pool toys while I worked on some equipment in the living room. She eventually got bored and started hanging around in the air-conditioned room with me. She was watching some cartoons while I worked and every commercial she came over and started hanging on me. "Come out and play with me!" she pressed, climbing on my lap, pulling at my arm and attempting to lift me from my seat. "Alright, alright," I told her, "give me a few more minutes and I'll find you." She finished her show and went outside again. I noticed before she left she took off her shorts and sandals, leaving them capped with her bandana and glasses on the couch. I sopped up some semi-frozen iced tea I stored in the freezer and set off to find the wunderkint.

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Let's hear the rest!

What are some good tie up games?

One of my favorite sock gags is putting a ball in one sock, like a small superball or something that will fit (check your victim's jaw clearance, never force). Tie it in. Tie another sock around it to hold it in. It's best to keep it wide or they might get the ball out around it.

"You scared me!" she mused, still trying to wet me. The initial drop soaked most of my shirt and jeans.

"Yeah, but I came out, right?" I reasoned as she climbed back to the edge of the pool. She had me pick her up and throw her in a dozen times. Then she started thinking of other things to do. We ran around the yard, skipped rope and did other things. We played together and had a pretty decent time. This playful child was a lot of fun!

A brief hour later, Amanda was dropped off. This sweet, gentle little five-year-old girl came dressed up strangely; she was wearing a royal purple nightgown, white socks and purple pink sneakers. The shy little girl wasn't as quiet as you might perceive. I think the primary impression you get is first from her eyes. Coming from very serious vision problems she wears the strongest lenses I have ever seen. The glass magnified her eyes, making the pretty little girl's irises even larger. Then there's her general outwardness. Or lack of. She might look at you but unless she felt comfortable she would never speak. Such a timid, quiet girl. Gentle and thoughtful. Amanda was a beautiful wingless faerie and this faerie had a surprise herself; she wanted to swim, too! She pulled her gown up over her head revealing a white yellow design two-piece suit. Dropping her gown next to the pool she jumped in with her sneakers still on.

"Amanda!" I called, "come 'ere.". The little girl came over to the side of the pool and I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder. Turning around I reached out and bent her legs up, unvelcro’ing her sneakers, slipping them off and peeling the wet socks off her feet. Shirt soaked entirely I dropped the girl over my shoulder back into the pool. I hung her shoes together on the clothesline and laid her socks and gown up besides. I then went back into the house to go find her a towel.

Little time later, freezing from the air conditioning in my wet shirt, I went back outside. I found the girls playing ball. They managed to accumulate dirt up both legs up to the knees. The girls didn't pay much attention to me as I sat down to watch them play. I was very glad to see Amanda playing with the eight-year-old girl openly. It was difficult sometimes to get Amanda to open up, even when it was just she and I.

She was pretty good with me, we could draw and play games and sometimes when she was especially bold she would sing me songs or have me play bongos while she galloped like a horse. She would tease me with her dolls, making them kiss me, much to my demise. She especially loved hide and ‘go peek’. She would always hide in the same places and whenever I got close the little girl would giggle uncontrollably. After a few turns I would only find pieces of her. That is to say if she were hiding under a bed, I would reach under and grab her foot. I'd pull her shoe off and exclaim "Hmm... Amanda's shoe! She must be close." By then she would already be giggling. I would then grab her ankle and pull her sock off. I would end with grabbing her leg and tickling her bare foot until she gave herself up. She'd then usually decide to take off her other sneaker and play.

Both young girls, playing barefoot in their swimsuits, hair already dry from the midday sun, they both looked pretty dry from having been out of the pool for some time. Eventually Amanda noticed me sitting out, drying in the sun.

"Can I have some juice?" she asked me. "Me too?" Marcie came up behind her. It was adorable how the eight-year-old was almost the same size as the petite five-year-old. They had similar feet size. I went in and brought out three cups and a pitcher of grape kool-aid. Amanda took the kool-aid from me and poured three cups handing them to each of us. She was helpful that way and she did a good job. We all drank and the girls went back to playing. They ran around in their swimsuits as I unwound the hose. I started taking potshots at their dirty feet from across the yard. They screamed and laughed while I sprayed off the dirt from their legs. A few times they tried at me with pool toys but I would just wide stream them off. I then charged at Amanda, the smallest girl. Picking her up and slinging her over my shoulder I took aim at her dangling feet. Clearing both her legs I dropped my weapon and tossed her back into the pool. Marcie was my next target. She knew it so she ran off, taking the chase around her house and over the dirt pile in the driveway. A few times the spry minx ran up the stoop and sprung off back into the yard, effectively lengthening the pursuit. At the third time I passed Amanda in the pool she told me to watch her do a trick. I welcomed the break. She turned upside down in the pool and did a split. I was actually impressed with the spread; if I had done a split like that I would probably need a trip to the hospital to unknot me. It's fantastic how flexible children are. I couldn’t touch my toes with a borrowed arm! I suddenly had a thought...

TO BE CONTINUED

...
 

I heard Marcie coming around the corner laughing so I waited just out of view by the stairs. As she leapt off the stoop wall into my waiting grasp, she screamed. "Put me down! Help! He--mmph!" I wrapped my hand firmly around her mouth and carried the squirming eight-year-old toward the pool. While I carried her in my arms she tried to pry my hand off her mouth as she mumbled against her unwanted trot through the yard. I let go of her mouth and tossed her over my shoulder allowing me to pick up the hose. She kicked her bare legs and laughed as I sprayed her feet clean. I then unceremoniously tossed her back into the pool. She came up and splashed me again in protest. I was now dirty from her climbing over that dirt pile in the driveway. That made me muddy. I was glad for having a change of clothes with me. They took turns doing tricks for me and having me toss them back into the pool. I did get a bit bored, I mean, how many times can standing on your head underwater impress someone? But I would say nothing. I was glad to be playing with my two favorite kids. 

Eventually the sun began to fade. I pulled the girls out of the pool and toweled them off as best I could. They wrapped the towels around themselves and we played in the yard some more until they were mostly dry. With the sun going down I gathered the laundry and we retired inside. Marcie put her glasses back on and picked out a movie about one of her pop stars. Selena, I think. While I didn't care for the movie I did enjoy my rest in the big armchair. The girls climbed up into the chair with me. The little five-year-old sat in the space to my left as Marcie sat right on me as we watched the video. I'm glad she weighed so little. After several minutes Amanda fell asleep.

I watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Her dirty little feet twitched every now and again in her dreaming state, her toenails etched with sand. She was still wearing her glasses, like she did in the pool and her white yellow top and bikini bottom were all dry now. Amanda was just a little girl but she had a shapely little body. Solid arms, tight little midriff, a toned little tummy with an inny belly button, square thighs, strong knees and very pretty little feet and toes. She’d grow into a beautiful woman.

Marcie rested spoon-like in my arm, enthralled by her movie. She had seen it many times but she still watched with such attention. Not uncommon in children her age. She was a chipper girl, even when she was sad she still had a positive mien. She was also very affectionate. She cared for a number of animals and had quite a number of hobbies for a girl her age. I ran my fingers through her moist brown hair and rested my hand on her toned tummy. It took all my willpower not to grip her belly until she howled. If I did it would wake Amanda and I’d have to tickle her too. Quiet was better. Marcie’s hair still smelled of bath soap and shampoo, pear-and-strawberry like. I could see her eyes in the reflection of her glasses from behind. I looked down on her gentle face. She was sucking on her thumb and her other hand rested limply on my thigh. She had a solid figure, taught chest and belly, nice hips but stocky thighs, knees and shins. She had slightly larger ankles and feet than Amanda. Her toes were still dirty from playing outside. Examining the eight-year-old my fingers went through her hair to her face. I pulled her thumb out of her mouth and she resisted. I rubbed her tummy with my other hand. Shortly after the older girl was asleep. With both girls asleep beside me I used the remote to silence the TV. I lay my free hand on Amanda's belly and the rhythmic breathing beside me lulled me into a short nap. We ended up sleeping there for the night.

...

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When I left you last, I had finished my story about James getting his ravage on me. As I walked home that day, I was so mad, that my best friend had got one over on me. He had humiliated me by shoving his dirty green briefs into my mouth as a gag. But what I was pissed off about more, was the fact that I had got so turned on, by being in the hogtie, that I had busted in my own tightie whities. Damn him I said to myself as I sat down on me bed. I was now finally home after being his prisoner for over an hour. “I have to get him back for this” I said. I laid there and thought how I am going to make James pay for what he did. Putting those dirty damn under shorts in my mouth was going way too far. And remembering James had touched my boner got be mad as hell. I had to get him back. Then it hit me. I would get him back, tonight! No bet this time I am going to forcefully tie him up. I remembered that every Friday and Saturday night, Good ole James went for a jog at about 11 pm. So I knew he would be out running tonight, and that was when I would strike.

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You got a good thing going. Maybe you should ask them if they like to reciprocate and have you tie them (kind of like a bondage club or something :)
 

I had an unusual experience when I was working in a hospital many years ago. A couple of nurses conned me into going into the OR which was closed at that time. Work was slow so we had time to goof off.

Long story made short, they had me lay down on a hospital stretcher. "Relax" one of the girls told me. "Get comfortable." 

Well, I laid down and no sooner was I down that all six girls were on me. One pulled the safety strap across my arms holding them down while another held her hand over my mouth and another was strapping my feet and legs down. The other one started tying my hands together with some adhesive type bangage.

Marcia who was holding my mouth told me that she would remove her hand as long as I agreed to be quiet. I agreed. HAD NO CHOICE!

The girls proceeded to tickle and torture me for about 45 minutes. Crazy bunch and what a wild hospital!

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In your Story First Time you have descript what your Brother done with you.O.k Tieing up is One thing, but Stealing your your Pocket Money is not more a Game.Doing like this is CRIMINAL ! You where only 7 years old, if you write the True.That´s not funny.Why you haven´d told it to your Parents ? Pressured by brother don´t to talk what happend ? Hmmm....

Other Point at your Story.What a 10 Year old boy (You wrote you are 10 now..),doing in the Internet and write Storys at 03.23 AM ? I Think there fit something not so clear.
ARE YOU REALLY only 10 YEARS OLD ?
If yes: Sorry that I not belive you.
If not: We are in not in a tale lair Forum ! 
Hope your Parent´s don´t now what thier Youngster do so early in the Moring.But no matter: In this Age I was like you.Allways awake at night.If you have more (true) Storys we hope you tell us more.And not that your Brother Robbed you again...

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Now this time my other cousin R (male) was on the couch with me reading, and I was reading again (nothing I love more than reading, bondage, and guns lol) when N came over and began to bother us

“Whatchu guys doin?” N said 
“Reading if it wasn’t obvious enough” I said sarcastically (knowing she hates sarcasm) 
She looked at me for a second and said “boooooring”
“Well if you don’t want out be here, then go play with J”(R’s sister) 
“Yeah but she’s just listening to music and doesn’t want to be bothered” N said
“Yeah…well neither do we” I said “yeah but you two aren’t doin nothin” she said “ 
I disagree” R said
“ What I mean is nothing worthwhile”
“ oh? And you are?” I said
“ I would be if you two would get off your asses and do something” 
“Alright I’ll bite…Like what?” 
“Oh I dunno, go to the beach or something.” she said
“Lemme think about this for a second…uhhh…no.”
I said this just trying to provoke her. She gave us a long drawn out raspberry, making both of us more annoyed. 
“…you can go to the beach by yourself you know…Its not like someone is gonna grab you off to some anyway place and hold you for ransom you know.” I said “no, but it just won’t be nearly as fun…”she said… 
“have you bothered J nearly as much?” R said. 
“mayyyybe…mayyyybe not…” she said truly pissing me off
“I doubt it cuz J would have killed her by now…”
She proceeded to try to drag R from the couch
(now I’m wasn’t weak at this point, but I was a lot stronger than N and R was maybe TWICE as strong as I was then. I know because we wrestled a lot, and I almost always lost. N was not about to get him up) She proceeded to try the same thing with me, but instead of pulling me up, I pulled her down.
“hey, lemme go!”
“Hey lemme think…hey R, whatchu think? Should I let her go?”
“Yeah why not?”
“Awww, alright” (not wanting to have him end up stopping me from whatever I was doing, which he could and would do.
As soon as I let her go, she flopped down on the couch laying over both me and R. Since her feet were at his end, he began to tickle her while holding her bare feet inbetween his legs which acted as a vice as I held her hands
“Had enough yet?”
“ye-Haha-sss-Haha-ss” so we le her go and she was soon pestering us again
“I’d just love to shut you up” R said (damn I wish I had thought of saying that)
“I’d love to see you try”
“You think I won’t?” (pulling the length of rope I kept in my pocket for just such an occasion)
“You wouldn’t…would you?”
R and I stood up in unison and she sort of stared at us her eyes getting wider by the second…Then she made a run for it…R stopped her and grabbed her in a bear hug lifting her from the floor before she could ever reach the hallway
“Come on please lemme go…please…please…please……”.”
I drew her hands behind her and crossed them and began binding and cinching them tightly…
To Be Continued…

it started when i was 12 playing the usual games wiv my cousins cowboys and indians, cops and robbers and all that. anyway i was playing a cowboy that got caught by an indian, my cousin emma tok me to the garage sat me down and tied my hands behind my back with rope. she was the same age as me and as women cant do things right (joke) i kept escaping, after a couple attempts she went to my aunt who was in the kitchen to complain, all i heard was 'right we will sort this cowboy out' i didnt know wot to expect so i quickly started to work my way out of the rope when all i heard was my aunts voice 'sop right there young man, ifroze. i think youve escaped too man times, now sit back down, i did. she grabbed my arms and started to tie them with the rope. she asked my cousin to grab the tape of the shelf. when she finished with my hands i noticed they were tight and i couldnt move them from the back of the chair. my aunt then opend the roll of ape and said to emma dont think he will be getting out, with this she wrapped the tape round my chest a few times then went to do the same with my ankles to the legs of the chair, 'there she said you wont get out now' i protested the fact that i was imobilised unfairly t which she replied we need to stop this and ripped a peice of tape of and firly placed it over my mouth.

...

When I awoke, I was alone. Well, that was my first impression. On that, my first reflex was to find the girls. My initial feeling was pain, like the hair from my arms were being pulled. Seems that was the case; I was duct taped from my legs to my chest. Right across the sides of the chair. "Ach! Pleeh! Oh, jeeze!" I spat out a sock. My tongue was dry and I tasted dirt. I immediately heard giggling coming from the kitchen behind my chair. "Oh, you hooligans! I'm gonna get you both!" My mistake; the girls screamed in terror and took off through the back door leaving cereal bowls on the table. Blast! Now I'm going to have to find them first. But then again that might not be too hard. Amanda would give herself away because she always wants to be found. Maybe I could use her to get to the other girl. Marcie's crafty. She had the size and the skills to evade me forever. So I set off on my mission.
First off, they were outside. Where could they hide? There was the playhouse, the pool, the dirt pile, the busted old Buick in the driveway under the dirt pile... So many places. Easy to access and easy to run to... Wide area sweep. From the largest on down. I walked into the center of the main area, among the picnic table and chairs. I knew it was the right spot because the girls both knew not to go beyond the boundaries of the yard. I swept in a slow motion amongst the bushes and plastic toys. No trace. I'd bet Marcie hid Amanda first. The eight-year-old was a cunning little strategist. I counter clockwised to the back, scanning the shed. The door was had not been opened. I could hear giggling. My radar went up like a cat on patrol. I could hear only a trace of muffled breathing. Marcie was probably covering the five-year-old's mouth getting ready to move her to a more secure location. I stalked toward the dirt pile in the middle of the drive. I saw the top of a head and the glint of glass lenses. I snuck upon the hiding girls.

"Run!" commanded Marcie and took off. She would have taken Amanda with her if she could but it was too late. The unbalanced little girl tried to make her way barefoot off the dirt but I quickly embraced her from behind.

"Gotcha!" I whispered in her ear.

"Marcie! Help! I'm ca-mmmphh!" I clamped my hand firmly over the little girl's mouth as I caught a glimpse of Marcie's last look. She knew she lost a teammate. The five-year-old still clad in her white yellow two-piece bathing suit squirmed in my grip licking the hand over her mouth. Amanda tried as she could to break free. She made dirty little feet prints on my shirt as I held her against her will. "Shh, be calm." I let her down gently, unlocking my wet hand from her wet mouth. I held her bikini top with one hand and wiped the saliva off on my pants. She turned to me and I let her go. "Amanda, you are now my prisoner."

"Prisoner?" she asked giving me one of her unique inquisitive looks.

"Now you have to do what I say. I have to tie you up now." She quickly obeyed and held her tiny hands out on front of her, looking down. I took both the little girl's hands and pulled them behind her, running my fingers along her tiny hands and wrists, tying them with my imaginary rope. I turned her around and looked under into her face. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to gag you too. You giggle too loud!" She looked at me again, not understanding. "Okay, I have to put tape on your mouth so you can't talk or cry out." She understood and folded her small lips together as I smoothed a piece of tape over her mouth. I picked the five-year-old up and she held her hands behind her. I dropped her in a shady spot next to the chimney on the near side of the pile. "Now," I explained, "I have to tie your feet so you don't run away." I brushed from around her dainty ankles, up her tight calves, around her small knees and around her thighs. She wriggled like a mummy but made no noise. I turned to pursue my next target when the quiet little girl spoke up.
"How long do I have to stay here?" she asked, sadly. I turned to her and kneeled before her.

"Until either Marcie comes and unties you, or... Until you break your ropes." The shy little girl lit up and started wiggling and mmphing now. I was glad she was into it. The last thing I wanted was for either of my little friends to be sad. I left the barefoot Amanda struggling with her imaginary bonds and started scanning for my next target.

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“Are we gonna play Street Fighter after? Huh, Mister!” Alex knew that it made me nuts when he called me that. I would respond by tickling him. Pretty simple solution. I’d just grab a wrist or a forearm and pull it up over his head exposing a warm little underarm. The six-year-old had no real strength and he was helpless against me but he still loved to be tickled like most kids I knew.

“Street Fighter? STREET FIGHTER?” I shouted and tickled his ribs and tummy. He rolled over on the couch trying to keep me from the rest of his abdomen. “No, we’re going back outside so I can drop you in the pool!”

“Okay, Mister!”

“Oh, that’s IT!” I screamed and pulled some of the rope from the large coil from the cabinet next to the couch and started tying his bent legs together at the ankles.

“Are you tying me up, Mister?” Alex didn’t try to wriggle out at all.

“Mister?!” I bent over him, holding his crossed feet together with my stomach. I reached up and under his arms and tickled him more. I tickled him until he started to kick me. I then returned to tying his ankles with the white nylon. “Gimme your hands, boy.” He automatically put his hands across his back for me and looked back to see what I was doing. I cinched the rope tight and started looping the rope mass around his small wrists. “You ever been tied up before?” I asked as I bound his hands.

“Nope. Are we gonna play cops and robbers?”

“Is that what you want to do?”

“Yeah. I’m the robber!”

“Yep. And I’m the dirty cop on the take, dodging internal affairs.”

“Yer funny, Mister!”

“Mister?!” I stopped tying for a moment and tickled his feet, holding them bent with my chest, holding his hands together with my other. He kicked his tied feet, laughing wildly trying to roll away. “Hold still!” I stopped tickling and finished tying. I wrapped the remaining line around his hands and bare feet. “Okay, you can move now, Alex.”

The little boy tested his bonds and rolled around. “I’m tied up! I’m the robber.” He stated.

“That’s right! And I’m the cop living on the edge in a dark town that knows how to keep its secrets.”

“You’re weird, Mister!”

“Oh, that’s IT!” I yelled and rolled him onto his back. His back arched and knees dropped so he was resting on shoulders and shins.

“What are you gonna do now, Mister?” He taunted. I didn’t answer. I grabbed a pillowcase off a pillow on the end of the couch and pulled it around his head. I crossed the ends and pulled it until it got tight over his mouth.

“Open up, sweetheart.” Pulling a little more it sank between his small white teeth. The cleave gag pressed into his face and pinched his cheeks together. He was still smiling.

“Mwa phwama, Miphher!” I didn’t knot the gag because he was biting down on it. I knew what I was going to do. His blue swim trunks were thrust into the air like a flag. I traced down his chest from under his chin slowly, dragging my fingernails gently down his torso. Alex giggled uncontrollably. Going down from his little belly button I found his hip line. A few degrees off I found where the joints lie, where his legs met his torso. Those hip muscles are often the most effective spots to tweak!

“Mister, huh? Mister this!” I started tickling his hips and he flailed as best he could. I never tickled him there before so he never realized just how exposed he was until that beautiful moment. He screamed and mmphed into his gag and tried to roll away. I rolled him onto his side and he did everything he could to pull a hand free. He flexed his little square toes and absolutely howled as I alternated hips, ribs and feet. “Mister what? Mister who? You gonna pee yet?” I shouted over his gagged screams.

“Mmm hmm! Hmm hmm!!” He shouted, muffled and nodding.

“I’m not letting up until you wet yerself, bad guy!”
Alex just writhed in total agony. I tickled him so long that the six-year-old teared up. He cried easily, it was more of a reaction than a feeling. I kept it going until I was sure he couldn’t hold his bladder anymore. I didn’t REALLY want an accident; the threat was more than enough.
“You gonna pee?” I asked the half-crying kindergartener. He nodded. The gag was dark up to his cheeks with saliva and he sputtered through his teeth when he tried to speak. “More? You say you want more?” I made for his ribs and he freaked out. He couldn’t stop giggling. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead. He’d had enough. Satisfied that I’d done my damage I untied the little boy. He had some light purple marks on his wrists and ankles where he pulled but they would be gone in a few minutes. He wiped away his tears and finally stopped giggling. After pulling his wet gag out I held him baby-like in my arms until he calmed down completely. “You have fun?” I asked the boy touching his feet. I pressed my fingers between the toes of his other bare foot.

“Yeah.”

“You gonna call me Mister again?”

He smiled his exclusive smile “Yeah.”

“You know I’m gonna make you go next time, right?”

Alex just laughed and sat in my arms. I hugged him quick and let him go play in the pool. I coiled up the nylon rope and joined him poolside.

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Is it police involvement worthy 2 jump a teacher?

I did as she said and she took out a piece of cloth. I was into bondage and I felt fired up but figured it was for something else. She came from behind and blindfolded me. She said she had a suprise for me. She helped me up the stairs(never having been to her house I needed a LOT of help) She sat me down once we were in the bedroom on her bed. She walked over to get something but behind my blindfold I couldn't see what. I was about to remove my blindfold but she said not. My face must've gone red because she giggled. She sat down behind me, brought my hands behind me and I knew what she was doing but pretended not to know and asked her what she was doing as she tied my hands behind me.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you"

When she finished tying my hands she tied my ankles together as well. I felt so entrhalled, I couldn't believe this was happening. "I'll be back in twenty minutes, let's see if you can escape"she said.

She placed the ducktape on my mouth and walked out. Wanting to fully enjoy the experience, I struggled with all my might but she must've tied well over a dozen knots and I got to feel a few of them, they were too small to even attempt to untie for me! I mmphed through the gag to see if I could get her attention. I heared her giggle, she must've been right outside. I was sweating like a pig when she came back in. She took the tape off my mouth and used a towel to wipe the sweat off my face. She then took my socks off. Uh oh I thought.

"Be honest, how does it feel?"she asked.

I tried to act all angry and tell her to let me go.

"You can drop the act, you don't think I saw those pictures you drew?"

Oh crap I thought. During Study Hall when I had nothing else to do I would draw bondage pictures.

"Admit it or I'll tickle you silly"she said.

I nodded and she giggled. She grabbed something else, more rope I realized. She brought my bound hands and bound ankles together and tied them, making a hogtie. I squirmed again, I could make even less movement. She giggled again before I felt a pair of headphones being placed over my ears.

"I hope you enjoy BackStreet Boys"she said.

"You're kidding?"I asked, knowing she would do it.

She grabbed my nose, so I opened my mouth to breathe which I thought was just taunting but then she put of all things a bananna in my mouth! I was wondering what she was doing, she couldn't gag me effectively with this, I could just bit one half and spit the other out.

"If this bannana falls of my floor you'll have to clean it up, but you can't, so you'll have to explain to my parents that you let yourself get tied up by a girl!"she laughed.

"vuteruconph"I said through my bannana gag.

"Enjoy yourself sweetie"she said giving me a peck on the cheek.

That was one of the greatest feelings I had that moment she kissed me right before she turned the music on. I thought she leaft the room but I could barely hear the TV turn on. Although the TV wasn't loud enough to hear clearly, it was enough to tell me Amelda was still there. I tried again to free myself but the bonds were so tight that I couldn't even feel my hands or ankles moving so I lay still. I ignored the music and let myself enjoy the feeling of being helpless. A few songs later she turned it off and took the headphones off. She asked if I was allright, which I nodded. She took the bannana out and I heared it dumped in the garbage.I didn't know what she was doing now, my blindfold still on, until I felt the bonds loosen. I was a little sad that bondage time was over but I was in for more. 

SHe kept my hands tied and yanked me up onto the bed. She sat on top of me and must've been facing her back towards me because she tied rope around an ankle, and I felt it tied around one of the posts. She did the same to my other ankle, and I was enjoying every moment of it. When both my ankles were tied securely, she untied my hands and tied them the same way to the posts behind me, leaving me spreadlegged. I struggled and again it was useless. There was a knock at the door and she told me she would be right back. When she came up a moment later I heared "Oh my God!"

I struggled to free myself quickly making who I reconized as Mary(no real names here)but the ropes held tight.

"It's okay, we won't hurt you"said Amelda.

I knew Mary from school, we were mere aquaintances though. I felt Mary sit on the bed next to my legs.

"You okay?"she asked.

I nodded, this great feeling was even better. If when I die I get to relive one memory for eternity, this entire experience would be it no question. Mary suggested tickling my feet but Amelda asked me if it was okay first. I shook ym head no and instead of taking advantage of me, Amelda said okay. The two watched TV, not sure if Amelda payed attention to me(still blindfolded)but Mary kept stroking her finger down my legs(I was wearing shorts)it felt somewhat ticklish but arrousing at the same time. Another knock was heared down at the door. Oh God I thought.

I felt Mary stuffing a sock in my mouth(it must've been since I heared Amelda going downstairs. Then Mary began tickling my feet. I was so busy thrashing from it I couldn't get the sock out of my mouth, and my laughs were muffled by the gag.

"Wow"

The sock was taken out of my mouth as I heared another girl, one I didn't know. How embaressing, yet enthralling. Amelda took off my blindfold, and after I adjusted my eyes, I saw such a beautiful girl, only two years younger then the rest of us.

"This is my sister Amy. Amy, you got him all to yourself"

I said for them to comeback but they just giggled, the door closed. I kept calling, and didn't notice Amy ripping off ducktape and plastering it on my mouth, silencing my cries.

"Now promise to stop if I take it off?"

I nodded and the tape was ripped off.

"I've been waiting to meet you for awhile, my sister likes you too"

"Uh, thanks"I said.

"So, wanna join our tie up games?"she asked.

"You mean it?"I asked.

"Yep, just one more thing"she said.

"What?"I asked.

She got on top of me, and with me unable to do a thing to resist, she french kissed me on the lips! I was flushing red, and Amy called for the other girls to come in. Mary did the same thing, then Amelda!

"I made Mary go through something simalar, and Amy too. So, still want to be our friend?"asked Amelda.

She had no idea how much, I nodded.

"You ready to be untied?"she asked.

I nodded, I was beat for a day.

"Too bad"

"Huh?"

"Just kidding"she said untying me.

I felt my wrists and ankles, assuring her I was allright.

"We play safe bondage games, not rough like some kids. We don't tie anyone unwilling up, and we don;t torture them unless they want it. Also, we will never take advatage of you. Keep this secret though, I don't think our peers would take it well if they knew. So, still like us?"she asked.

"Oh yes"I said.

"Good"she said giving me another peck on the cheek.

I can't wait until the next experience. I have found true paradise!

If I shall continue, just tell me. (I don't really know if my english is good enough for this site)

Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a 16 (almost 17) year old male. I work out 4 nights a week, so I guess I'm pretty "built". I wear boxers, but I love/hate being tied in briefs. I don't know, it's a very strong love/hate situation. I like them and I hate them. But at the moment love them. Here is the story of my start:

Alright, my best friend is Jason and Michael. We have been friends for a long time. Ever since we were 5. I just made the transition from briefs to boxers. And Jason didn't. So he felt a little left out. So....

One day we were playing in Michaels unlce's shop. It's mostly a junk shop but there was some fake Egyptian junk. So we were playing Monopoly. And we decided that whoever lost, would be mummified and put in the Egyptian-esque coffin/tomb thing. So, it just so happened that I lost. And boy was I sorry. But at the same time, this is what I always wanted. So I went along, not letting my real desire known. They told be to take off my clothes, becuz it would be hot. I said no, just my shirt. So they agreed. They first put 1 thin layer of Saran wrap on my chest/back. With my arms folded on my chest they began to wrap me up w/ duct tape. 

Just then, when they were done, and my hands immobile, Jason said to Michael, "Alright, now for his shorts!" And I was like "What?!?" And then Jason pulled down my shorts. I was in my boxers, and I was yelling at them and they said "What are you going to do?" So I was yelling at them as they took of my boxers and slipped on some really tight briefs. I was protesting when Jason told Michael to "shut me up". The then took an extra pair of briefs and shoved in my mouth. And while Jason held my mouth shut, Michael wrapped the tape around my mouth and head. I was kicking so hard, but I couldn't do anything!!!!! 

So I was mph-ing when they decided to "punish" me for not cooperating. They pulled my already tight briefs so far up that it was not funnny. I mean, I couldn't have worn these 2 years ago if I wanted, they were so tight. 

And as they did this, Michael's uncle walked in and said "What are you guys doing?" Michael answered "***** said that he wanted to be tied up and we are tying him up. He was about to stop it when they kept on insisting that I wanted this. (This was both true and false.)

So he asked about how much clothes I was wearing so that I wouldn't over heat. And they told him what he wanted to hear. He left and they finished wrapping me up. I was completely immobile. I couldn't move or speak. And they lifted me up and put me in the Egyptian-esque tomb/coffin. And they put the lid on and put the hook on it. Then they walked off.

They left me in there for what seemed like forever and yet a short time. But I couldn't move or talk. So they let me out about 2 hours later. We talked about it, and how I liked it. But I insisted that my boxers were given back. (But I kinda liked the briefs a little, though). 

From there, our games evolved, w/ me as the victim as usual . And that's how I like it. I'll try to post more later though. They get better though. I probably should hve made this 2-3 parts, huh?

I couldn't seem to move and I soon found out why. My hands and ankles were both tied, then my tied hands and ankles were tied together. I fought with all my might, my sister just watching until I gave up.

"Why did you do this?"I asked, then I saw her getting my science textbook from my dresser.

"No way am I letting you take summer school. If you won't study willingly, I'll make you"she said.

"Just because you have me tied up dosen't mean squat"I said though I didn't really say squat.

"You really asked for it"she said walking out.

I called for her to untie me, cursing and fighting against the rope but neither made progress. She came back in with my game consoles and my games.Not knowing what she was doing I fought harder then ever, in vein.

"You know I don't like these games very much. I could use these for fire at Girl Scouts(which explained how she tied me up so well)

"Don't you dare!"I said.

"Then you better study. Start here"she said looking through the book and placing it on my bed.

She then took a rubber ball and shoved it in my mouth behind my tape, before shoving a cloth also in between my teeth and tieing a knot in front. I yelled through it, barely an mmph could come out at all!

"Read these two pages over and over. I'll be quizzing you on them"

WHile I enjoyed being helpless like this, I couldn't help but feel anger that she was doing this to me. I read the pages not paying much attention. After five minutes she quizzed me and I failed. She was much more stubborn then I thought as she left the room. She came back soon with a knife and cut the rope binding my binded arms and legs. Thinking she would free me, I was soon enraged when she dragged me out.

She brought me up on the chair, and wrapped ducktape around my body and the chair. She then untied my legs and tied them to the chair. My mom walked from downstairs and seemed suprised but not shocked.

"Oh, so this is how you're getting him to study? Well, keep him in line"she said walking back up.

"Everytime you fail from now on, I'm going to drag your chair out on the poorch for ten minutes so everyone can see you"

From there I studied the pages hard and passed her quizzes. She did this with me every night, only using chloroform twice more when I was refusing. Other times I did it willingly and began passing science.

P.S.:I'm never going to insult anyone on this page. If it seems that way, it may be just my poor English. Please Excuse me in that case, ok?

Please continue them!

Yadda, your interest in my story didn’t go unnoticed. Thanks for your support. You and that nameless poster out there, I’ll post more soon!

Mr. E, i agree! lol

Maestro, this is hardly a retraction but in retrospect maybe two or three words may have been on the side of venting. All I want to add is:
If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Blink twice if someone’s forcing you to at gunpoint, we’ll save you!

I bear no grudge. I’m here to share and enjoy.

Oh, while I’m being long-winded, the next person who ASKS if they should continue their story, YES! PLEASE DO! You don’t have to ASK!

Let me say how grateful I am to all of you that supported me and my story’s, and gave feed back on them or complemented them. I truly thank you. I hope I have started something on Canuck's and more and more people decided to write about tie up’s in underwear or briefs. Rather they are made up or not. I will continue to read up on this site every few days like I normally do. And I will make comments on others and there story’s. But I do not think I will continue to post anymore of my stories. Once again I thank you for your support and comments.

I have sat quietly by and watched as several posters were stigmatized and chased away by hypocritical pervert/puritans such as yourselves. Now I resolve that I will no longer sit back and watch it happen without raising a ruckus.

So, to all the Morality Police here who feel it is their right to impugn someone else's posts on the grounds of them being "just a little too perverted" for this perverted forum, I say: shut the hell up. As IMPervious said, no one is forcing you at gunpoint to read the stories; if you don't like them, leave. Do not trash other people's contributions from the standpoint that you hold some kind of moral high ground, because you do not. We are all "perverts" here, and those who live in glass houses should not throw rocks.

If you feel the need to embark on some self-righteous crusade to alleviate your feelings of guilt about your own proclivities, take it elsewhere. Those of us who have undergone some personal growth have no patience for that "my perversion is acceptable, but yours is not" bullshit. So I say once again: shut up. Keep it to yourself.

Mastro and J-MAC: personally, I enjoy IMPervious's stories much more than yours. I feel he is a better writer and contributes more to this forum than either of you. You'd do well not to insult your betters.

And one final note. I am sick and tired of the conspiracy theorists who get off on exposing two posters as being the same person. Cases in point: the recent spate of posts about whether or not Kate and J-MAC are the same person. I have two words to say about this: "Who cares?" I couldn't care less who is who on this forum and what names people post under. I come here for one reason and one reason only: to read the stories. I don't care if they are fact or fiction, or if they're all written by the same person who posts under a plethora of different names. Who the hell cares?? All I want is to read and enjoy the stories. All of these tangents about so-and-so being the same person as such-and-such do nothing but waste time and space on the board. Shut up and drop it, it makes no difference whatsoever.

Okay, I've said my piece, and if anyone would like to add anything, feel free. That is the nature of a public discourse forum, after all.

But you got your terms wrong - I'm not an arm-chair rocket scientist - I'm an arm-chair psychiatrist. And as such, I'll present two more analyses:

1) Your violent defensiveness make you appear very threatened. Hmmm... has this issue has come up before?

2) Pedophiles often occupy positions involving contact with children - what better way to ensure that they can contact children - duh! So your examples of your former professions just reinforce my suspicion.

A few other points:
>>Of course, I know you meant pedoSEXUAL... <<
That word isn't in my dictionary. "Pedophile" is, with the definition I intended, and which you ascribe to "pedosexual." (Try www.m-w.com or www.dictionary.com.) So to the average person I meant exactly what I said. Perhaps you're using an insider term - in which case I'd ask, why are you familiar with insider terms?

>>See, its narrow minded, approval-seeking troglodytes like you...<<
...that believe in protecting children from exploitation by predatory adults, yes. Oh, sorry to interrupt, do keep going.

>>...that keep people from wanting to share...<<
Um, I've been reading this board for years, and people certainly appear to be willing to share APPROPRIATE content, most of which I enjoy immensely. I regret I can't share my own experiences, but unfortunately, the only ones I remember well enough are inappropriate.

>>I've never had a problem with any of the parents I've worked with<<
Dunno about that, dude. After reading your stuff I wouldn't allow you around my kid unsupervised. You may be completely innocuous, but you raise enough red flags that I wouldn't take the chance.

It's up to the moderator of this board to decide whether or not you can post your stories... in my view they border on pedophilia given their exhaustive physical descriptions with the preoccupation with the kids' attractiveness, and the prevalent body contact. Sorry, but I'm not willing to just "not read them" if children are being harmed. Or if they could lead to this board being shut down by the Net Police because of inappropriate content.

BTW - polish up your ad hominem attacks a bit, and you just may have a promising future as a politician.

As a psychiatrist (if you really are one), you must know that there is a difference between fantasy and reality. What makes you think that IMPervious's stories are anything more than fiction? And if you are of the opinion that fantasy leads inevitably to acting out, show me the evidence. I for one believe that fantasy relieves the sexual tension that, if left unabated, actually causes people to act out.

As you said, it is up to the moderator of this board to decide what posts are to be allowed or not. It's not your decision. Unless you have specific, non-conjectural evidence that IMPervious is a sex offender, I strongly urge you to mind your own business. I, and I daresay the majority on this forum, are here to read stories&mdash;not moral proselytizing by "holier-than-thou" perverts. Leave your high horse at the door.

By your argument, anything should be okay because no one has a right to judge anyone else's activities, but that obviously doesn't fly in the real world. So my question is, where do you draw the line? My morality basically comes down to this: it's wrong to harm others. Sexual (not necessarily explicit) exploitation of children who are too young to give informed consent is pretty much universally considered harm. My original intent was to get IMPervious to consider what he's writing and see if he thinks it's too close to the edge & maybe should he should tone it down. Didn't expect to hit such a sensitive nerve.

A month or two ago a poster named Claudia was called to task for perceivedly harming her friend Eric - people protested Dexter's brother taking his money - people protested Tina's treatment at the hands of the girl she babysat - do you not have issues with what those protestors? Shouldn't that all have been okay?

BTW, why do YOU read MY posts if you don't like them?... :D

You're absolutely right&mdash;that doesn't fly in the real world. But this is not the real world; this is an Internet forum that was created and is moderated by Canuck. If Canuck has issues with the stories that are posted, it is his prerogative to condemn them, delete them, and/or take action against their authors as needed. It is not our prerogative as users of this forum. If a story is allowed to stand, we can assume it has Canuck's approval. Therefore, it does nothing but harm the creative atmosphere to condemn the stories of others. Especially when you, by your own admission, post no stories of your own.

Let Canuck make the decisions as to what is acceptable and what is not. The forum belongs to him, and if there is a "litmus test" of acceptability that the stories need to pass, it is his, not ours.

As for Claudia harming Eric, or Tina's treatment at the hands of the girl she babysat, once again, I have no way of knowing whether these stories are fact or fiction. In the absence of such knowledge, I refrain from judgment. I did not enjoy reading those stories, but I chose to ignore them and go on to more agreeable ones. I didn't judge or condemn, because for all I know, those stories were pure fantasy. Not all the stories on this (or any) forum will rub you the right way, but if the moderator chooses to allow them, it's none of our business to protest. Our prerogative as guests here is to post our own stories which are more to our liking, or to start our own forum and moderate it the way we choose.

And finally, the reason I read and responded to your posts, even though I don't like them, is because I take issue with people who interfere with the authoring of stories on forums by throwing around labels like "pedophile" and "exploitation." Stories are stories, and reality is something different. It's not as though authors who write about murder are really murderers themselves, or authors who write about bank robberies are really bank robbers.

"To enjoy this site you have to be perverted, me too"

You should try learning terms from the Dictionary instead of a cereal box. But I'll save you the trouble of hurting yourself and explain this to you as simply as possible:

There is NOTHING perverted about going to any kind of porn site, let alone a site about non pornographic bondage stories. It's human nature to satisfy our hormones any way we can. A pervert is someone who rapes. A pervert is someone who get's someone into a tie up game then rapes them. A pervert is someone who goes too far to fullfill their sexual gratifacation. While some stories on here may show some taking advantage of, it dosen't go beyond tickling or taunting, something that wouldn't leave a person permanently scared or haunted.

"I'm glad people are arguing over these stories anomalee and I make up"

Oh really? Why would anomolee denigh it? Even if he knew someone on this forum personaly, I doubt they would even know it! So why in God's name would he lie? I don't know what kind of gratifacation you get from trying(and failing miserably)to destroy anomalee's sight on a single forum. You are without a doubt pathetic.
 

"Just enjoy these stories, they are only here for our self gratifacation since none of us will never have a real date or relationship. I know this and accept it, you should too."

Ah yes, so just because you're a faliure in life you automaticly assume everyone else on here is too. Yep, you can't accept you're a loser so assume everyone is. Why don't you get off the forum, get off the internet for awhile and get a life? Oh that's right, you're a social faliure in real life too I guess, why else would you waste away disrupting this forum and trying to alienate anomolee on a bondage forum?

I'm sorry you're so alone and pathetic, I feel empathy for you, really but if you're so miserable, there's always psychiatric help, or possibly volunteer yourself as a human shield for the soldiers in Iraq.

Whatever the case, you have other options. Leave us in peace.

And just so everyone knows, as I read this page, I pretty much enjoy every story. So, EVERYONE, keep on posting! 

I cant say that I have enjoyed all of the stories on this board, but there is no reason to bash any of these stories, Now if the moderator would like to eliminate a story he may very well do so, but it is not up to us to start bashing stuff...and just don't read the stories if you don't like the topic. Maestro; if yu believe Impervious is a pedophile, bring up your complaint with the police (not like you even know who he is)and of Kate and J-Mac being the same person,...well who gives a shit. If they/it/he/she want to be known as two difrent people or are in fact different people, leave them be. On this board as a whole, Comments and stories people...Comments and stories...No Bashing, No name Calling, No saying two people are one person (if someone wants to be two diferent people let them be so that we don't end up alienating prople from this board). We Want POSITIVE feedback(key word positive)here. Please keep it nice so we don't keep losing people like we seem to have been doing... 

lol had to fix some words that i had forgot in my story sorry...

I'm glad you've chosen to continue to share and realize that even though there are only a few voices on the page there's a vast number of quiet readers, some who can relate to or simply enjoy your posts. I, too, am here for the stories and not so much the commentary.

With that I post my own experience, Bigger, Longer and Uncut!
 
 

I ran to the other side of the house. Marcie knew how to use her size. She would be somewhere she knew I wouldn't fit. I snuck up to the playhouse with the closed shutters. I knew those things were open when we were out here yesterday. I scanned the air for sounds. After a few seconds I could hear my heart beating slowly. I also heard Amanda on the other side of the house. Seems she hadn't yet worked her gag off. I also heard fevered breathing. She was waiting for me and she was nervous. She knew I was coming for her. I waited patiently for the young girl to make her move. 

Surprise. She didn't. Getting impatient I walked to a crack in the ceiling and looked in. She was braced against the back wall. I slid a finger into the window frame and slowly opened it when she looked away. She was looking and listening to the door and other window when I reached in and grabbed her by the ribs.

"No!" the eight-year-old screamed as she dropped to the floor. I could only get my arm in the house far enough to grab her left foot. I held it and tickled it with my other hand. She wriggled and laughed and screamed.

"Marcie! Help me! Please help!" I heard from Amanda. Marcie kept pulling until she broke my fragile grip and burst through the door running behind the house. I ran in the other direction and stopped in a shady spot by the driveway and ducked in. I heard Amanda explaining that she was tied up and made Marcie release her. I then listened in on Marcie's plan. I was also enlightened to her revenge on me. Not too enticing. I figured I'd have to do something more, say, permanent. The next moment, the girls ran past my position without a glance.

I knew where they were hiding. I made my way loudly to the house mumbling to myself just as loud "Hmm... Marcie hid here before, she wouldn't do it again." I heard giggling from the five-year-old and then the muffled impact of hand against lips. I still heard giggling but now heard the sound of air squeaking between fingers. 

I stalked off loudly, "I wonder if they went back to the sand pile?" and returned behind the clubhouse to wait. I was glad I had a greater span of patience. Ten minutes later I was still standing there, though whispered plans, quiet giggling and constant hand-on-mouth muffling. Then I caught my key; Amanda, though large in heart was small in bladder.

"Marcie, I have to go."

"Go now? Alright. Look out the windows and make sure it's clear." I almost got busted because Amanda swung the shutters open to look for me. I backed to the rear of the house and chucked a toy to the far end of the yard.

"He's over there, Amanda, go through the front door!" Marcie approved and Amanda ran from the house to the bathroom. My plan had already formed.

I walked the perimeter of the yard and slipped into the house. I went into Marcie's bedroom upstairs, overlooking the playhouse and opened the window as quietly as possible. By then I heard a flush and the water coming from the room right next to me. I waited at the door and crouched. Next moment, the door opened and I screamed "Boo!" and Amanda let loose a scream and reeled in horror as I lunged at her and picked her up upside down, carrying her back to the living room. Outside Marcie left her hiding place and ran to the house. In the living room I lay the five-year-old girl on her bare white tummy. "Looks like I've captured you again, sweetheart." I ran hands along her ribs and under her belly, behind her knees and the bottom of the bare feet that came up at bended knee. All the while I held her down so she couldn’t roll away. I stopped tickling and explained myself in an increasingly evil voice. "Look, I know that it wasn't you who taped me up this morning but I know that it was your sock in my mouth and yuck! For that I must use you as bait, to make my revenge complete. I'm going to hogtie you now." I pulled her little feet up together and ran my pretend rope around them. I pulled the little girl's hands behind her and bound them. I pulled her hands and feet together tying them as well.

"Marcie's going to get you," my captive started to warn, "she's going to get her radio and --mmphh!" she completed with my hand on her mouth. She reached up to it and grabbed my fingers.

"Hang on, little one. You're tied up."

"Mmhh-- but I have to tell you something." she pleaded. 

"I'm sorry but you can't, not yet." I covered her mouth again. "The tape is on again." She struggled and moved her hands and feet the wrong way but that was fine, she was still playing fair. I backed up to the wall just as Marcie came into the room. It took her long enough!

"Amanda! What happened?"

"Hmm mmh mhhmm!" Amanda whimpered, trying to nod in my direction. Just before Marcie got the message I grabbed the blue and green bikini clad girl around her arms and mouth and pulled her into the armchair we all slept in.

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I need self-bondage tips for just rope and socks. I have been able to tie my legs together and gag myself but I can't tie my own hands.

Just some suggestions and thoughts..... 

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

Great stories everyone and please continue them.

It's not so much for being hot or anything, just simplicity.

After about five minutes, she tied me up in a sleeping bag and propped me against the wall on a footstool, she wrapped duct tape around my head a bunch of times, then tied a rope from the bag to the rafter and kicked out the footstool, and I hung there bagged and gagged.

With my body wrapped in rope, I couldn't move except to shake around, and the slipknot kept me secured to the rafter, I began to get very hot.

After about three or four hours of helpless hanging, she came back I was sweating like crazy (80-90 degree weather in a hot sleeping bag.)

She had 'acquired' a bag of beetles, and she poured them down the bag, while I kicked in the air and let out muffled groans at her.

After what felt like all day, she finally let me down, I got revenge, but that's another story...

Adrian’s Farm – Chapter 2

Tyler and I left the room where our buddy lay struggling against his bonds, knowing his exertions would turn out unsuccessfully. The plan was to subdue the four initiators (preferably one by one) in order to commence our payback. Since Phil was Adrian’s brother we wondered whether he was still sleeping in one of the rooms adjacent. “We must act fast”, I thought. Adam and Chris had been summoned by Adrian and it would be better if they didn’t surprise us unprepared.
We rushed like ghosts through the dark-green corridor, toward a massive wooden door with a sign:”Phil”. 
“Well, that was easy” I observed.
“Keep your mouth shut Nick! We don’t know if their parents are here” Ty whispered, reprimanding me. 
Tyler checked the door, eager to break in. It was unlocked. He grinned back at me, turned slowly the doorknob and entered. The area had as only poor source of illumination a dim lamplight over the single bed, giving it a sinister aspect, however enough to make out several t-shirts, socks and shoes scattered all over the floor. I followed him and smoothly moved across the carpeted floor until we reached the bed where Phil slept profoundly. He rested on his back, one arm over his stomach, another above his head and one leg bent up. There was much resemblance to his brother. Over the small childish face, covered with disheveled light brown locks of hair, the lamp poured its light leaving the boy’s clear skin even whiter. He was only clad in a blue t-shirt and white briefs, lean hairless legs exposed and the blanket left aside perhaps due to increasing heat or stimulating dreams.
My heart pounced as we prepared our assault, mimicking and whispering the moves we were to perform. On impulse, I ripped a large strip of gray duct tape from the roll I had brought and placed it tightly over Phil’s small reddened lips with my two hands. I knew this wasn’t effective, but it would keep him quiet for the time being (and it looked great too!). He duly awaked in great astonishment squirming on response, but we had him already turned over and Tyler was tying his crossed wrists expertly by the time Phil started kicking him. That gave me no choice but to sit on his butt, grab his lean feet, wrap them with a white coil of rope and tie his bound ankles to the bedpost with the remaining piece. Tyler had just finished binding his hands and elbows together when I came up with an idea. I fetched a longer rope, tied one end to the wrists, pulled it back as much as it would go between the legs and tied it to the opposite side. We stepped back and admired pleased our little prisoner, in this funny new position. He had his bound feet up and tied to the head post, while his flexible arms were straightened back and leashed to the opposite post, arching his back greatly in a rather uncomfortable predicament. 
We gave Phil some time to squirm and test his bonds, and then sat next to him inspecting the knots. They held but were not excessively tight, allowing Phil to struggle at his will. In a matter of minutes he was drenched in perspiration and breathing heavily, looking at us with pleading green eyes.
“mpppphhhhhhh, mppppph” he said through his gag. There was a pitiful look on his face. Tyler then noticed the layer of duct tape was peeling off and decided to produce a more effective one. I turned on the lights, grabbed the first sock I found and handed it to Ty. He prepared to shove it into our buddy’s mouth but I stopped him
“Not yet. I want to give our Phil the same treatment” I said and rummaged inside his closet for a black rubber ball. Phil mphhed loudly as I displayed it to him and put it inside the long green sock. 
“We’re going to give you a chance to speak. If you dare to scream for help…
“ Tyler paused and made him giggle by slightly brushing his fingertips over Phil’s taut skin “ you’re gonna pay it”. Poor Phil nodded vigorously and I removed half of the tape covering his mouth.
“Nick, Tyler, I’m really sorry…please let me go…, I - mphhhhfff” he started begging with a quick southern accent but I sealed his lips again.
“Speak only if you’re told to, got it?” he nodded his assent and I withdrew again the tape covering his mouth.
“Is there anyone home apart from you and your brother?”
“No, my folks’ll come around ten to pick us up” he answered somewhat frightened. 
“Great” I muttered before I paused”let’s check on Adrian. He must be thirsty. Now, if you open wide like a good boy we’ll be fair with you”
He obeyed with alacrity and I unceremoniously forced the sock far beyond Phil’s teeth, opening his jaw wide and smothering any attempt of complains. Tyler used a pillowcase to secure it in place, tied it off behind his head and placed the pillow under his head.
“Don’t worry, no one will see you all tied up” Tyler said and removed the key from the door. We stepped outside the room, closing slowly the door as we saw Phil wriggle and locked it.
As we strolled back satisfied to Adrian’s room we heard the familiar muffled sounds of a gagged person trying to cry for help. At first we thought someone was tickling him, but when we reached the door the most unusual thing was happening. It turned out we had left the door open, Adrian’s dog had jumped on the bed and had been licking his helpless toes relentlessly for almost 30 minutes! We just couldn’t stop laughing, it was hilarious! Adrian was squirming and wiggling desperately, laughing his head out inside his gag until we finally put the dog outside and removed his gag. Adrian seemed completely exhausted and just rested his head over a pillow as drops of sweat ran down his reddened face from his spiked blonde hair.
“That is not funny! Stop laughing!” Even though Adrian was truly angry, I felt an urge to tickle him, and produced a feather, which I used to tickle him with. 
“hahahahahaha-stop, noooooooooo!hahahahahahaha” he pleaded
Just when Tyler and I attacked his bare skin on his ribs, the door was knocked. My mind was racing. I instantaneously clamped both of my hands over Adrian’s mouth to prevent him to alert whoever was outside not to come in. I glanced at Tyler who made his best to imitate Adrian’s voice, since he had a low pitch.
“Who is it?”
“Adam. C’mon, let me in”
“Sure, just a sec!” Tyler smirked, picked a coil of rope up and headed towards the door while I re-gagged Adrian and joined him… 

To be continued.

Okay, I tried the underware thing. It was okay. I enjoy being tied up by someone else a lot better though.

First I tied my legs together with some rope. Then I tied my body to the bed post. Then I took a long red soccer sock and gagged myself with it. And finally I tied my hands with the underware.

As I said, it was okay. Does anyone know anyway to tie your hands tightly or semi-tightly with rope or socks?

Really? I checked out sthe sportsman's guide. Thanks for the tip, I'm sorry, but I just don't see how to order without a credit card, so please elaborate. (and people, cheaperthandirt.com is a great site for camping and outdoor survival equipment)

My brothers pointed toy guns at me, and I played along, My sister Jennifer was already with them, her hands tied behind her.

They marched us outside to the dense woods behind the house, where they made us get into sleeping bags, then zipped them up tight and tied rope around them at our chests, waists, knees, and ankles. They then stuffed bandannas in our mouths and wrapped duct tape around our heads at least 5 times, our cries were muffled, we were helpless.

Next, they tied a rope to my bag, and threw it over ahanging branch, they all tugged, and I was jerked into the air, I let out a muffled groan and they tied it at a tree across the way, leaving me hung. 

They repeated with Jennifer, and we hung back to back in sleeping bags, bound and helpless.

When morning came, I startled awake, realizing I had fallen asleep bound and gagged.

I looked over at Jennifer, she was asleep, her head resting on her shoulder, she was lazily spinning.
 

Within hours, our bags were soaked in sweat, we lazily spun back-to-back, helpless.

When night came again, we were starting to get scared. Our brothers hadn't shown up at all, we were hungry and most of all, thirsty.

We had been hanging bound and gagged for almost 24 hours. We were secretly having the time of our lives, but the fun was wearing off.

I fell asleep off and on, having nothing else to do. Sunday morning arrived, I woke up, my throat sore and parched, Jennifer had banged into me, shaking me awake.
 
 
 

We looked at them and struggled and weakly mmpphhed to tell them we wanted to be free, they finally (after a few pictures) let us down.

We had been bound and gagged for about 27 or 28 hours, I found out later, we were very hungry and thirsty, but luckily my brothers had made breakfast.

They later tried to blackmail me, threatening to show the pictures to all my friends, but I snuck into their room one night and took them, tearing them up and trashing them.

I had a lot of fun being bound and gagged. I later decided to tie up my brothers, but that's another story..

Wow! Being bound and gagged for 28 hours and to top it all off hanging from a tree. That must have been fun. I never have anything fun like that happen to me.

Does anyone live close to Tewksbury, MA? Please!!!!!!

Thanks a lot. I do get the magazine, and I hadn't thought of that.

"Thought you could get away from me, did you? Have a plan for me, do you?" I shouted, one hand dancing my hand across her ribs and firm tummy. She jarred and screamed into my hand while it kept her quiet and against my chest. I kept her from getting up by wrapping my legs over hers, effectively holding her in position.

"Mmmh!" Marcie protested. "Mmh heowp mehmm Mnda!" 

Amanda mmphed and broke free her wrists and ankles, coming over to the side of the chair while I held and tickled the muffled eight-year-old girl.

"This is a needle shot." Amanda declared as she jabbed me in the arm with her finger.

"Ack! Needle!" I shouted before passing out cold. I let go of Marcie's mouth and dropped my hands. She threw one of my arms aside and tried to lift my legs off hers.

"Help me, Amanda!" Marcie kept trying.

"Braah!" I sprung back to life, wrapping my arms around Marcie again and tickling her ribs and underarms.

"Needle shot!" shouted Amanda as she poked me in the knee. I immediately passed out again. We repeated the exercise about six more times before I let the young girl go. Marcie got up and caught her breath as Amanda continued to stab me in the leg-stomach-chest-arm area. Marcie went upstairs for a moment. I finally caught Amanda's wrist and pulled her up into the chair with me. I used her extended finger to poke her in the leg a few times. Shortly she lost interest and I lay back. The shy little girl lay back onto my arm. I put my arm around her and gave her a gentle squeeze. I find that giving a little hug helps kids relax. She started playing with her fingers and I settled. A short moment later Marcie returned.

"Would you tie us up?" the spectacled girl asked me, holding out some jump rope and other assorted ties.

So it was her turn to surprise me!

"Absolutely, Marcie."

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Greez Jester

On a saturday, my friends were round my house and we were bored and just hanging around. My friend's names were, Josh (13) Matt (15) and Graham (16). I was about 15 at the time.
Anyways, Josh was the most creative one and he said " Whats in your store room?" I didn't have a clue. We walked in the room and Josh picked up some lying around duck tape and a bit of rope. "what you goin' to do with that?" asked Graham.
Josh told us that we were going to tie up my mum! I didn't agree but after some thought, I hesitated down the stairs with the stuff...

It all started when I agreed to be Ashley’s partner for a project in our world history class. It was a Friday night, and we were up in her room putting the finishing touches on our project. Ashley had her TV on, and a movie was playing and I happen to get into watching the bondage seen that was going on. Ashley noticed me watching this and asked me did I like that kind of stuff? I said what stuff? She said you like being tied up. I did not want to say anything at first, but I shock my head yes. A big smile came across Ashley’s face and she said will you let me tie you up? I asked her “are you serious” and she yea. I told her she could tie me up anytime she wanted to. She then told me to lie down on her bed and get ready for the time of my life.

She told me to roll over on my stomach and put my hands behind my back. My first thought was this girls going to suck at tying. But as time went on she had me tied pretty tight. I tried at first to see if the rope would come lose but it would not. Ashley grind at me and said now your all mine. By this time I was rock hard, and Ashley noticed this. She said “oh jerry you’re really getting turned on by this”. I closed my eyes and whispered yes! As soon as I said that her hands were at my zipper undoing my pants. I shot my eyes open and told her don’t. I did not want her to see me in my underwear. I was wearing Grey Boxer briefs. She said oh come on Jerry; I think you will be more comfortable out of these jeans. I said ok but only if you promise not to laugh at my underwear. She said ok and pulled my pants down to my knees. She said “Jerry I like your Tight Underwear”. You look so sexy. By this time I was so turned on I could not stand it. I began push up so I could feel the sensation of the fabric of my boxer briefs against my hardness. That’s when Ashley hit me right in the package and said that enough. I knew something had gone wrong and wanted no more of this. I told her to let me go right now. And she just busted out laughing.

When I was around thirteen I spent a summer with my cousin Jimmy at their house in the country. Jimmy and I had been good friends ever since we were small kids and our families always met during holidays and over summer. This year however, I spent the entire summer alone with his family.

What was so fascinating for me as a city-kid were the surroundings of their summer-house. It was situated alone by a clear lake far from the nearest village. Behind the house were vasts forests and fields where kids had a heaven playing cowboys and Indians, explorers or whatever suited our minds at the time. Best of all was the enormous barn that stood about fivehoundred yards from the main house. Jimmy's father kept some tools and an ancient farm-tractor there, but otherwise the barn was empty - and we were allowed to play any game there as long as we did not light any matches. Their nearest neighbour, the only farmer around, kept hay in the hay-loft, so that made for many good oportunities.

One of the first days Jimmy told me that we would play some games in the barn with three local kids, the children of the farmer. 

-I play with them all the time, said Jimmy. We play pirates, cowboys and Indians and treasure-hunters.

-What's that? said I.

-Treasure-hunters? Well it's a game where we chase each other and take prisoners, you'll like it, he said with a broad smile.

One of our favourite games when our families met was to tie each other up and see who could escape. These tie-up games usually included tickling the prisoner as he lay bound and gagged. I thought this sounded very promising.

Jimmy gave me a tour of the barn the first day. We walked over there dressed as usual during the summer, t-shirts, jeans and sneakers. The barn was a huge building, surely over houndred feet long and as high as thirty feet. It was built of planks and half of it had a first floor built of white-washed bricks. When we walked inside, Jimmy kicked his shoes off and told me to do the same.

-We always go barefoot inside, he said. It feels good and it's easier to climb and play in the hay-loft without your shoes.

I did the same. Inside the barn seemed even bigger. It was dark and the old floor-boards, smooth from all the years, felt soft under my bare feet. In one end stood the tractor and Jimmy's fathers small work-bench. By one wall were different planks and boards stored. Endless coils of hempen rope hung on nails from the wall, everything from thick, two-inch ropes to thinner ones. To the other side of the barn was the part built by stones and bricks. In the old days the farmers had their cows there. On top of the brick-part was the hay-loft. We climbed a steep ladder to get there. The hay-loft was perhaps thirty by thirty feet and all four walls were covered with bales of hay, stacked on top of each other to form a sort of stair-case. In the middle of the room, filling the entire floor was loose hay in a layer probably ten feet high.

-You can jump from up there, Jimmy indicated a gallery up just beneath the ceiling, and not hurt yourself at all. It's a fall of fifteen feet and it's just great to jump into the hay, he said smiling. 

From one of the huge beams in the ceiling hung a thick rope where the kids could swing from one gallery to another. There was also a hay-crane up on the gallery, where the bales could be hauled up from the loft and out the two big doors on the side. This place was indeed heaven!

We jumped in the hay for a while and then Jimmy continued to whow me the rest of the barn. We went into the part where the cows had been in the old days. The floor was of cement and felt cold under my bare feet. The stalls for the cows had been cleaned and different crates and other stuff were stored there.

-The best of it all is the cellar, said Jimmy. It's really spooky.

We went down a flight of stairs and came into a dimly lit cellar. Storage rooms were by the walls and a heavy door led to a larger room with copper-pipes along the walls.

-This was the milk-room where they kept the milk, said Jimmy. The room was really cold.

-I spent four hours tied up in here last summer, Jimmy said with a smile.

I looked at him, four hours tied up! 

-Why so long? I asked.

-Peter and the girls had kidnapped me and left me bound and gagged in here, he said. Then they had to go home and forgot about me.

-How did you get out?

-They came back when they remembered me, he said with a smile, it was cool.

We went down a second flight of stairs to a very small room.

-This is our dungeon, said Jimmy. We keep our prisoners here.

The room was cold and a little damp. I could just imagine the feeling of spending time here tied up and gagged. 
 
 

Part Two

The next day we met up with his friends to play Treasure-hunters. Peter, his best friend was thirteen, a tall, blond, easy going kid. His two sisters were even better, the twins Camilla and Cassandra, were two really cute girls of fourteen, They were exactly alike, had blonde, long hair, blue eyes and cute, freckled button-noses. Both had rather wide mouths with full lips that smiled a lot. They were not as tall as their brother, but my height. We instantly liked each other.

All five of us had similar clothes, t-shirts for the boys and tops for the girls, we all had jeans and were barefoot. To make it possible to separate them, Camilla, or Milla as she was called, had a pony-tail, while Cassandra, Sandra, had her hair in braids.

Jimmy outlined the rules of the game quickly. Two of us would go outside and hide a treasure each, the treasure was a white stone. 
The hunters' jobs were to capture the treasure-owners, bring them back to the barn and force them to tell where the treasure was hidden. Interrogation could not begin until both owners were captured. The free owner could during the game try to release his or her buddy. When both owners were captured they could be interrogated, the hunters using various methods such as tickling.

They all looked at me and told me I had to be an owner the first time, I didn't mind, I had always liked to be tied up. Sandra volunteered to be my partner. I went to get my shoes, but she told me I could go barefoot.

-They'll take your shoes off when they capture you anyway, she said with a smile.

We went off into the forest behind the barn. I hid my stone under a fallen tree-trunk by the narrow path I followed. Sandra had gone the other way so now we were separated. I didn't do too well my first day. After sneaking around the barn for fifteen minutes I was spotted and Milla and Peter started shasing me. I was not used to going barefoot in the forest, they ran faster than I did. Soon I felt a hand touching my back and that meant I had to surrender.

Peter ordered me to remove my t-shirt and hold my hands behind me and he tied my hands tight, but not as it hurt, palms out, and chinged the rope good. They blindfolded me and led me back to the barn. It was not easy walking barefoot and blindfolded and on top of that having your hands tied behind you. Milla and Peter held my upper-arms and directed me, but still I stepped on pine-needles and sharp twigs a lot.

At the barn I found out the possitive thing of being barefoot. I could feel the floor and estimate where they were taking me. The soft planks were followed by the cold stone-floor of the milking area. They directed me down the stairs, twice. I was going to the dungeon. Suddenly they stopped me. Peter told me to stand with my feet together and I could feel Milla's hands rolling my trouser-legs up a bit. Then she tied my feet together, chinging them. I stood there, swaying a bit while Peter tightly tied my upper-arms, chinging between the arms and body.

Finally I was helpeded down on my stomach and they hog-tied me tightly. Milla pushed a rag into my mouth and covered it with a knotted piece of cloth that forced the rag deeper in. I was totally helpless. I twisted and giggled as I felt Milla's fingers lightly caress my bare soles.

-Tickle, tickle, she said laughing. I notice you are very ticklish. This will be fun!
 

Part Three

The door was shut with a bang and I was alone in the small, cold room. Lying face down without a shirt on made me shiver. I tested my ropes and found that all knots had been placed out of reach. The hog-tie was tight but not painfully so...yet. I tried to roll around and get a sense of where the walls were, but the hog-tie made it hard. My thoughts went back to what Jimmy had said:

-I was tied up for four hours.

I could not hear anything for a very long time, but suddenly the high pitched screams of a girl drifted down to my prison. It must be Sandra who had been captured. After a while the screams were muffled. The door banged open and I heard the sound of bare feet on the concrete floor. My blindfold was taken off and I blinked from the strong light of a lantern on the floor. Milla was there and she started to untie me, every rope except the one hold my hands behind me. She also took the gag off and gave me water to drink. She led me up the stairs to the barn.

In the middle of the barn stood four saw-horses. Two planks lay between each pair of horses. On one of them, Sandra lay on her back, tightly tied to it with her arms under the plank. She was gagged and her blue eyes above the gag looked at me pleadingly. But there was no help from me. Her bare feet hung over the end of the plank. Her arms, legs and ankles were tightly tied and chinced to the plank, her hands tied together behind her and the plank. Her two big-toes were tied together with a piece of string and the string was stretched to the rope binding her thighs, forcing her toes back and making them imobile. I understood why. After about fifteen minutes I found myself in the same situation, helpless and non-moving bound to the plank.

As the interrogation started Milla was by my feet and Jimmy by Sandra's. Milla started to slowly run her fingers up and down my soles, caressing them lightly. I bit my lip knowing that once I started to laugh, there was no going back.

-Tickle, tickle, tickle, she said giggling.

-Tell me where the treasure is and I'll stop tickling you.

-Never! I shouted, but was just one little laugh away from loosing it all.

She was skilled at tickling. She altered between light tickles to scratching my soles with her nails. She poked between my toes and covered every part of my feet from the upper-side to the heels, feeling her way, testing where she'd get the best result.

At the same time I heard Sandra screaming with hysterical laughter as Jimmy tickled her feet and Peter worked on the exposed skin around her belly-button. Her face was red and already, tears were rolling down her cheeks.

The simple torture of being totally unable to move was the worst. Milla had access to every square inch of my bare feet and tickled every single one. She favoured my arches and between my toes and I knew I could not take it for long. I had no sense of time and did not know how long the torture continued for, but finally, between deep breaths and hysterical laughter I cried:

-Stop! I'll tell! And I did.

As Milla went to recover the treasure I lay there panting, looking at the helpless, bound Sandra beeing tickled to death by her brother and Jimmy. She could no longer get enough air to scream, but she just giggled softly and cried from the intense tickle-torture. 

Finally she too gave up.
 
 

Part Four.

We were released from the planks, but still had our hands tied behind us. I had been tied up for over two hours now. We were blindfolded again and led to the foot of the ladder leading up to the gallery above the hay-loft. A rope was tied around my chest and they helped me climb the ladder blindfolded and with my hands tied behind me. When I was up on the gallery they led me about ten yards along it and then stopped me. I was turned ninety degrees and told to stand with my feet together, and they were tied together.

-Now jump! Jimmy said and gave me a little push. I had tried bunny-jumping before tied hand and foot and that is fairly easy, but while blindfolded it is hard, because the ballance is a bit off. Luckily I was barefoot and could feel the surface. I realized I was jumping out on a plank sticking out from the gallery just like a pirate's prisoner walking the plank. For each little hop, about two inches long, the plank swayed more and more up and down and this made it even more difficult to hold my ballance. For each hop I curled my toes, expecting to feel the end of the plank. Suddenly my toes wiggled in empty air and I tumbled forward. Afterwords they told me I screamed and tumbled in the air so I landed in the hay on my back. I don't remember anything, only the feeling in my stomach, similar to that when you go down the highest fall on a roller-coaster. It was the best rush ever.

Once in the hay I could feel someone tying another rope around my ankles and my feet started to go up in the air. Soon I was hanging upside down. The rope cut into the flesh but did not hurt so much as it was on top of the rope binding my feet. I slowly turned and swayed alittle as they were working the hay-crane and bringing me back up. It was a cool sensation to hang there with my hands tied. I heard a scream and understood Sandra had gone the same way as I had.

We did about eight jumps each and everyone was as good as the first. It was a great feeling to hop out on the plank, hands tied behind me and blindfolded, totally helpless. After the last one, they were down in the hay with us and hog-tied us. The blindfolds were removed and instead they shoved big rags in our mouths and tied knotted cloth-strips over the rags. 

-Was there no end to this? I thought. 
-I have been hog-tied and left for an hour in a dungeon, nearly tickle-tortured to death and hopped out on a plank bound hand and foot. Now they are going to leave us hog-tied and gagged in the hay - for how long?

To make our stay in the hay-loft even more fun Milla took the time to put some straws of hay between our toes. The straws were very uncomfortable to have between my toes and they tickled horribly.

-Try to wiggle them out from your toes! Milla said with a grin.

Her sister looked at her with killer-eyes and grunted behind her gag.

-Bye bye, Milla said. We're going to the lake for a swim. See you in a couple of hours!Behave now!

We "mphed" back and were all alone, hog-tied, gagged and exhausted. It was not easy to lie hog-tied in the hay. My hands had started to hurt and I felt the circulation going as my hands had been tied behind my back for nearly three hours now. The strain from the hog-tie didn't exactly help. The hay tickled everywhere and there was not a single position that was comfortable lying bound in the hay. I tried to wiggle my way over to Sandra to try and undo her ropes, but it was impossible to move in the shifting hay.

She looked over at me, her blue eyes huge above the gag that stretched the corners of her mouth and made her lips wide around the big knot. She was on her side, facing me, her top had hiked up over her belly and I could clearly see the contours of her breasts beneath the stretched fabric. She ehifted a little and I could see her hog-tie was so strict that her fingers touched the rope binding her ankles. I thought she was actually smiling behind her gag, she liked this as much as I did!

After about an hour they returned and freed us from our ropes.
 

THE END COMING NEXT!

Slightly overcast skies hung over the lodge as I opened the creaky cabin door. Osh and Nick followed closely behind me as we went into our rooms to unpack. I pulled out of my backpack all the items I would need for the revenge kidnapping that night. Nylon Rope, duct tape, hand cuffs, feathers, toothbrushes and shoelaces. The day went along fine and as night fell we all had a great day. Everything was going well according to plan. At around 10pm Nick and Osh had fallen asleep. I grabbed my stuff and got to work.

Nick is one of my closest friends but on 2 previous occations, instead of helping me out when Osh captured me, he joined in and tickled me sensless with Osh. I crept into his room and tied his hands behind his back, that's when my perfect plot of revenge went horribly wrong. Nick woke up when I was halfway through tying up his wrists, he kicked me in the gut which sent me stumbling backwards and crashing to the ground. He then started yelling for Osh. Probably should have gagged him first huh? Anyway, he was yelling so loud, I stumbled back up and managed to slap a piece of duct tape over his mouth. Then I proceeded to jab his sides and tickle his stomach in an attempt to weaken him. It worked, he giggled and his resisting muscles were becoming limp and soft. I took the oppotunity to flip him over and finish tying off his hands. Suddenly, I felt a big muscular arm wrap around my chest as a hand smothered my mouth. I fought against it but it was no use as now the tables had turned.

Wanna find out what happens to me next?

BTW how was everyone's halloween??? mine kicked ass