I was 11 years old, my buddy was 9. We decided to make a secret club. The first thing we wanted to train on...? Tying up our prisoners of course.

I was the first to tie him up. He were dressed in shorts, t-shirt and he was barefoot. I started by tying his hands behind his back, pretty tight. Then I moved to his ankles, and started to tie them also. His toes and feet wrinkled and tried to make space between the ropes, but I tied it tight. Then I cleavegagged him with a scarf. Now I could enjoy his predicament and just wait for my turn to be tied...

For those into ropes rather than rainwear, I explore what happens when you get a mad scientist determined to further our knowledge of human nature in a horrific series of experiments in "The Experiment". Of course, there's more Staiputt Bondage Resort fun in Chapter 15 of "Relaxation Therapy" along with several excellent new stories in today's update.

Hey Jason. Ummmmm... Are you the Jason that lives on my street? Levesque?

Oh and please join the forums on my website. Even though it is a Disney website, I made a thread in the chit chat section for bondage. You can post stories there too. Keep the inappropriate stuff to a minimum though, like sex and stuff.

But to the story. One day while i was in my chair watching tv, my sister, my sister's cute friend, and her hot friend Jessica stepped behind me and startled me by saying boo! Right when my sister and her cute friend said boo, the hot friend got the duct tape from her role of it and taped my hands up extremely hard. After that, she taped my whole chest to the back of the chair so my whole upper body was totally immobilized. She then took one of her sock from her feet, inserted the sock into my mouth and taped my mouth shut bye rolling the duct tape around my mouth about 6 times and then took the duct tape left over and taped my knees together and then my ankles together and then mummified my legs with duct tape and taped that up the the foot stools from the chair and left me there for 5 hours and then untaped my but didn't take untie my arms or take off my gag.

I then had to walk around the house like that for 3 hours and then my sister's hot friend (my girlfriend) untaped me fully and left me alone untill she left.

I got revenge on my girlfriend but that is another story.

Now that I've said what I wanted to, kindly go back to what ever rock it was you crawled out from under.

My girlfriend at the time, lets call her Sonaz was extremely hot and had nice niced knockers. She was in love with bondage and always asked me to tie her up which i presumably did.

But on this perticular day my girlfriend was mad at me for making out with a 9th grader so this is what happened.

I was walking to Sonaz's house one day to arrange a date with her an me. When i knocked on the door there was no answer for about 1 minute. Then the second i knocked on the door the door slammed open revealing Sonaz my girlfriend in her bikini with was HOT! She is stronger than me by the way. She told me i had dropped something behind me and told me to go and get it. The instant i bent over to fetch my lost item she came from behind me handgagged me so i couldn't speak at all and got both of my hands behind my back with her one muscular hand. I could feel her breasts rubbing against my back with was awesome.

She then told me about me making out with her friend and she escorted me to a regular wooden chair. She then took her hand off my mouth and hand off of my crossed hands and sat me on the chair and took the duct tape and ropes she had lying right under the chair. I tried to squrim away, but before i succeeded she grabbed my shirt and put me right back on the chair.

She then proccedded tying my hands behind the chair. After that she took the duct tape and rolled it around my chest until my whole upper body was motionless. She then got my ankles and tied them with rope and did the same to just above my knees. After that she got the duct tape and rolled it around my ankles and just above my knees to the legs of the chair.

I then started yelping for help. She took one of my socks stuffed it in my mouth and took the silver shinny duct tape and rolled it around my mouth about 20 times until my mouth was COMPLETELY shut and i couldn't make a noize more than a pin dropping. I was left there for about 6 hours and then Sonaz my girlfriend untied me and i when home.

I got revenge on her but that is another story i will post in a day or two.

Love

To Be Continued.

After school today me and Sonaz went to my home because none of my parents would be there for 5 or 6 hours. Once we got to my house i asked her if she wanted anything to drink and she of course said yes.

I then told her to sit down for a second so i could get the drink for her and she wouldn't have to lift a finger (literally). Once she sat in the chair i got my blue duct tape i had in my pocket, crept behind her and put my hand over her mouth. She mmpphh alot but she couldn't say anything. So i took the duct tape and first taped her arms up behind the chair, and did the same thing for her upper arms.

I then took the duct tape and rolled it around about 5 times above and below her breasts. After that i took the duct tape and tightly taped up her ankles and right below her knee and then got the duct tape and wound her legs onto the chairs legs.

She then started saying "Why are you doing this to me what did I ever do to you?" Right after that sentence she had just spoken i took a wad of a handkerchief and stuffed it in her mouth and took the duct tape and rolled it around her mouth about 4-5 times, and she could not make a sound. I kept her like this poking her breasts to make her annoyed and later stopped and made her watch fear factor with her sitting in the chair bound and gagged. I then untied her about 6 hours later and released her back to her parents. By the Sonaz my gf is 13 years old, and so am I.

I'm going to try and organize a decent sized chat with a lot of people who like bondage.

Rangerofthe75th
rgp52@msn.com

If ya wanna chat, why don't we just get together and do it.

But as i heard a question from my sis to my friend declaring, "I double dog dare you to tie up my brother to a pole and gag him. "Okay will do." So when i heard that statement and agreement i raced outside to my houses flag pole and acted as if i were reading a novel.

I then started hearing footsteps coming closer and closer and closer to me until my best friend hand gagged me from behind and my sis was holding my arms very stongly. He then strongly walked me over to our flag pole, but i did not resist trying to get out because they all overpowered me.

Once we got over to the pole my friend started to tie my hands behind my back while my sister put both hands one over the other strongly against my mouth so i couldn't speak at all and protest. Once my friend was finished tying up my hands extremely tightly and in a 8 figure with his hard to get out of, he started to tie my upper hands together tightly with rope the same fashion as he did with my wrists.

He then took some duct tape and rolled it around my back and arms to keep my hands taped to my back. And after that they got the duct tape and put me right next to the pole and duct taped my whole upper body so my whole upper body was motionless.

Then my sister got some more rope and tied my ankles together the same way she did with my wrists and tied right below my knees the same was she tied up my ankles and then took the duct tape and rolled it around my legs like mummies and then my friend took the duct tape and rolled it around my legs to the pole until my lower body was motionless.

After that my sister took the duct tape and rolled it around my legs and pole to pin my legs to the pole. I then like regular started calling my sister and friend jerks for what they were doing. After i said that line my sister took off one of her socks stuffed it in my mouth and took the duct tape put one strip of duct tape over my mouth to secure the sock in my mouth and then took the duct tape and rolled it around my mouth about 10 times. I was left there untill i could get free which took me approximately 2 days.

my story is true

And to kate... i am still here... just been working alot lately. I will message you on yahoo later.

A) what are some things to keep in mind when tying someone up for an escape challenge (iow you have their willing cooperation, and you don't want them to ever be able to get out)

B) what are some things to remember when tying up a struggling participant, ideally so they couldn't get out either. (ie an annoying little brother) I would think that tying their hands would be impossible one-on-one because you'd have to hold their wrists with at least one hand and that would get in the way of the tying. Also it'd be really hard to effectively tie with the usage of only one free hand.

Just questions. emphasis on question B

I would have another story but i dont have anyone to tie me up sadly.

Pancakes6a7

However, the Kinsey Institute--the most reknowned institution for studying sexual behavior--has the following to say on the subject:

BDSM

# 5-10% of the U.S. engages in SM for sexual pleasure on at least an occasional basis (Lowe, 1983).
# 12% of females and 22% of males reported erotic response to a SM story (Kinsey, Martin, Gebhard, 1953).
# 55% of females and 50% of males reported having responded erotically to being bitten (Kinsey, Martin, Gebhard, 1953).
# 14% of men and 11% of women have had some sexual experience with sadomasochism (Janus & Janus, 1993).
# 11% of men and 17% of women reported trying bondage (Lowe, 1983).

Source is the homepage URL.

Just thought you'd like to know. ;-)

If anyone has any simmilar stories to this please poat them cause I am intrested if anyone has had simmilar exprernces to this one.

-SPQR

rgp52@msn.com
Rangerofthe75th

Sono Porci, Questi Romani! :-D

On the first Wednesday while I was there, we had a session learning how to tie knots. The scout leaver showed us many knots and how to tie them, and what they could be used for. Then he told us to practice with the rope they provided. While we were working, one of the boys asked if he could practice buy tying up his partner. The scoutmaster said that we could if we wanted. Jason came to me and said he would like to practice on me, so I let him, and after a while he had me tied up in a hog-tie. The scoutmaster looked at what he had done and complimented him on his ability to tie the knots correctly. Then he untied me and we went on to other things.

That night, when we were in our room, before going to bed, Jason asked me if he could practice on me again. I was unsure what he meant, but finally I understood that he wanted to tie me up again. I said I didn’t think it was a good idea, but he said he needed the practice and it would help him a lot. So finally I let him tie me up like he did before, only he did a much better job and tied me really tight and secure with lots of rope. I asked him where he got the rope, and he said he kept it after our morning practice. Then he produced a roll of silver tape and said he got that in the workshop when nobody was looking. He used it to tape my wrists over the rope and he taped my hands telling me that he didn’t want me to be able to use my fingers to untie the ropes. I asked why because he was going to let me go in a few minutes, but he only laughed. Then he reached into my bag and got out two handkerchiefs and pushed them into my mouth and even though I tried to spit out the cloth, he held it in and put a piece of tape over my mouth. Then he wrapped tape around my head front to back a few times. I had never been gagged before, and it felt really strange. So all I could do was wait until he was ready to go to sleep and would untie me.

But Jason climbed up onto his bed – he had the upper bunk, and turned off the light and said goodnight. I made what noise I could into the gag, but he ignored me. Then I was worried that he wasn’t going to untie me at all, and he didn’t. I spent all night tied up and gagged.

In the morning when Jason untied me I asked him why he did that because I wasn’t happy about it, and he said that I snore and he wanted to get some sleep for a change. I tole him I was sorry I snore – I didn’t know. He said he wanted to tie me up every night, but would be happy if only I would let him tape my mouth shut so I wouldn’t snore. So after that at bed time each night Jason taped up my mouth. He asked if he could tie me up again, but I said no because I figured he would leave me all night again although I kind of liked it. I didn’t want him to know that I sort of liked it and how it felt. It felt really strange to be tied up that way and unable to talk. So the next to the last night, I asked Jason if he wanted to tie me up again, and he did. This time he tied me even tighter an more and tied me so I couldn’t roll around on the bed, and he gagged me like he did before. He said he likes tieing guys up and he does it a lot at home.

I found out that I live near Jason but we go to different schools. At the end of the second week, I went home, but stayed in contact with Jason with e-mail. He has invited me to stay a weekend with him during the weekend after Thanksgiving. I would go there on Friday and stay until Sunday. Privately he told me in an email that he parents wouldn’t be there so we can do whatever we want and he has some real surprises for me. My mom says I can go so it’s all settled. I think he will probably tie me up once or twice while I’m there. I’ll write if anything interesting happens.

Pete

I love history as much as.. women.. :p

"Let's get real. Just enjoy the stories. They are here for our own self-gratification, since none of us can ever get a real date or experience a relationship. I know this and accept it. Now all of you must too."

I just love the excerpt. Charles, would you like to know how many women I've been with?

6 through out my life, starting at 13. I'm 18 now.

Talking to girls isn't hard. Just leave the bondage talk for later. However, I'm glad that you can except the fact you can't get into a relationship. Besides, we don't need your genes.

One day, we were all in the locker room, because we have to change our shirts and shorts for gym. I had been eager to tie someone, so i had the perfect oppertunity. The kid next to my locker went to the bathroom, there's one in the locker room, everyday before gym started. So one day i followed him in there when everyone else left with a role of duct tape. As soon as he was in, i jumped him and pt his hands behind his back. I started to wrap the tape around his hands, a lot so he wouldnt brake free(he was fairly muscular and on the wrestling team.) Then, before he could see me, i wrapped a balck sock around his eyes so he wouldnt see my, and gagged him. Then I finally wrapped his ankles with the tape. So there he lay, bound and gagged on the bathroom floor, not only that, in his underwear. Afterwards i hid him in a stall.

Then i thought,hey this would be the perfect oppertunity to tie up my gym tacher in his underwear! So i went out in the gym and said, hey Mr. ......, come look what i found, i pointed to the bathroom and he went in. Then i attacked. It took me a while but i got him to the floor.After i tied his hands behind his back with the tape, and gagged him. Then, i took off his shoes, socks, and shorts, so he was in his underwear. I then wrapped duct tape around his ankles, and blindfolded him. I got some scissors from binder, and cut off his shirt. So now i had my teacher and the wrestler bound and gagged in the bathroom in their underwear.

One day about 4 years ago, I (13 at the time) was playing video games when the phone rang. It was M asking to speak with my sister J (15 at the time) who was in her room. I went to the door and knocked. The door creaked open slightly and J said “No you can’t com—Oof!” and it had sounded like she and some other stuff had fallen, so I quickly opened the door (which opens the wrong way for some stupid reason-handle on right side of door, but it also opens to the right) and was going to ask her if she was alright, but I was too startled for words. She was lying on the floor with her legs neatly bound at the ankles and knees over top of her jeans. She had a simple loop of rope around her hands which had been twisted to make a loose figure eight around her wrists which she took off in about 2 or 3 seconds. She even had a shoelace string looped around her big toes topped of in a decorative bow. It seemed she had fallen trying to get up when I knocked Seeing me sort of dumbfounded J said “Um…it’s not what you think…I’ll explain if you help me up.” So many thoughts were rushing through my head it took me a moment to take her hand and help her to a chair. I asked “Who did this to you?” really already knowing the answer because no-one else had been in the house except for me and her. “I guess this sounds a little strange, but I did this to myself. Please don’t tell mom and dad, please don’t tell anybody, I mean I bet you think I’m being strange but I don’t want my friends thinking I’m strange…” and she went into a whole speech about how lots of people liked doing this (I had expected her to refer to it as bondage but she seemed to be avoiding the word as if it would scare me) and it wasn’t really that unusual and went on to beg me not to tell anybody, I’ll do anything type of thing, then threatening to reveal my assorted secrets. At the end of we were both silent for a while but I broke the silence by saying “um…you’re right…and you’re not alone in this house” Now she was the one who looked dumbfounded. Her confusion soon turned to relief and she asked “so you won’t tell anybody?” “No” “really?” “Yes” She smiled at me and said “thank you”. “You know, I’ve been looking for a while for someone I could trust, but I never thought I would find someone so close to home.” She said this with a certain warmth which surprised me because we tried to stay out of each other’s way, and out of each other’s business and our contact had slimmed down to arguing and “could you pass the salt” at the dinner table. Now this had been a shock, and I think that we finally had something in common: a love of bondage. J then asked me after a deep breath “then would you finish this for me?” I replied “Umm…Alright” she reached under her bed and pulled out a sack, from which she pulled a 6’ coil of rope which she handed to me. Of course, since things like this always manages to happen at crucial times, the door opened. “E! J! I’m home!” which our mother always did to assert that she was not a burglar ended our talk, and brought attention to untying her legs, which to our dismay she had done a very good job with. I got my pocket knife, but she stopped me saying that she would only sacrifice the rope if it was crucial. So we went for the knots, and after a nerve-racking 7-8 minutes she was completely free. I said “I’ll have to take a rain check on that offer” She smiled and said “if you’re up for it” and I said “Of course!” and we hurried down to dinner.

P.S. I later found out M had waited on the phone for some 15 minutes after I went to find J and was therefore really pissed off at me. (if she only knew:P)

I looked out my bedroom morning, it was 7 am on Saturday, and already the boys were gathering around Justin. Justin was the oldest boy in the neighborhod at 14, at the time, I was merely 10 and the youngest, at least the youngest who hung out with Justin, mostly because I was his cousin. I hopped out of bed and got dressed before shoving a pop-tart down my throat and making my way to the meeting.

Justin was waiting for me. As soon as I got there he began to speak. "Yesterday 3 boys from Galrand Lane chased Tommy all the way home, wanting to steal his birthday money. I have already talked to Drake about it, and he propesed we settled this over a war. The war starts in 15 minuets. The war this time will be a brawl. The only weapons allowed are cap guns and we are gonna throw kick balls at them. DOes everyone get it?" We all said yes and then went to the field where we set up a "base" with fallen tree trunks and wagons and such.

Some of you may be wondering why our parents would let us do this. First of all, they all worked all the time, and they were happy that we were looking after each other. The worst that ever happened was a broken arm, and that was only once. They saw it as childs play.

Once the other team waved there flag and we waved ours the war began. I ran onto the field, eager to begin playing I had a kick ball in my hand, no one on our team had a cap gun, they were pointless, but the other team did. The caps didn't really hurt, but they did if they were close enough. We played for about an hour and a half, and I got hit very little, we were having a lot of fun. Finally, I was trying to get around them so I could bombard them on the other side. As I kept my eyes on the mele I didn't realise what was going on behind me. A strond hand grabbed my arm and pulled me saying "Hey Jon, look what I got!!!" I turned around to look at who had seized me, it was a blond boy who was at least 2 years older than me, he dragged me to a kid who looked roughly the same age. "Good Job Cal, let's take him to Drake." I began to scream for help, but they clamped a hand over my mouth.

I was carried to their camp which was in the shallow end of the woods, a boy with longish red hair sat next to a bag, he was wearing a green shirt and pair of shorts, and hiking boots. "Drake! Look what we caught!" said Cal. The boy looked at me. Then, he said with a slight Irish accent, "He's a runt that one is. You did a good thing Cal and Jon, you can each take these balls." he said as he threw them a couple of well pumped kick balls each. He then turned his attention on me, "You boy, are there any others your age?" "No, I am the youngest," I replied. My captor smiled. "Alright boys, don't capture anyone else, I only want the young ones spared. You are dismissed." The two boys walked away.

Drake tied me to a chair with a coil of rope he got from his backpack which was next to him. Then he asked me qquestions. I answered them all truthfully, telling him my name and relation to Justin. I then realised he wasn't gonna let me go, so I started pleading for my freedom. He eventually told me to shove a sock in it and pulled a gray, wool sock out of his bookbag and into my mouth, then he tied a cloth around it and sent a message to Justin through one of the neutral people. News came back later that Justing had forfitted (sp?) the war in order to save me. Drake called him a fool and brought me all tied up to his clubhouse. I was held captive for another few hours before I was finally freed.

I hope you liked it, I will nbe glad to post more on demand.

pancakes

"The One Who Was Bound" By:Kerry Thompson age 13

Chapter 1
What The Hell?

“MMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH,” yelled Carrina (Carrie) Townsend. She had fallen asleep for the last 3 hours. She had been hog-tied and gagged by her best friends Rachel, Liz, and Katherine(Soap…long story). She tried to yell for help again, but her attempt failed miserably. Carrie liked to be tied up, a lot, but something seemed weird about this time. Usually, she gets the “I’m going to tie you up now” routine. This time was different. She tried to remember what had happened………

4 hours earlier

“Hi Mrs. Young. Do you know where Rachel is?” said Carrie. Mrs. Young replied, “Yes, Carrie, she’s down in the basement with Katherine and Liz.” “Thanks.” Carrie walked down the stairs to the new refurnished basement. “Rach? Liz? Soap? Where are you guys?” “Right behind you.” Carrie turned around and saw her three friends with rope and duct tape. In a flash, before Carrie could speak one word, she was down on the floor and hand gagged. “So Carrie. You think you can flirt with my boyfriend and get away with it? HE DUMPED ME, I hope you know.”, said Rachel. “Hmmphh?”, muffled Carrie. She saw Katherine grab some rope and duct tape. Then she grabbed Carrie’s sock and shoved it in her mouth, then putting duct tape around her mouth like 10 times. “MMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” “Oh, shut up. It’s not like anyone can help. My mom is leaving in like 2 minutes for a flight to Florida anyways. She won’t be back for 2 weeks. Your parents already said you could stay. They’re leaving with her too.” Rachel, Soap, and Liz held Carrie down and tied her ankles and arms behind her; then they tied the two binds together. Then Liz said, “Should we hang her or not?” Rachel replied “I would say yes. What about you, Soap?” “Yeah.That would be great.” “Mph? MM MM!!” “We have to take her to my room. That’s where the hook is,” said Rach. “Will it be strong enough?” “Yeah. I used to have a hanging bed. So there’s 4 hooks.” “Rachel, I’m leaving! “Kay Mom.bye!”After they heard the front door close, they carried Carrie to Rachel’s bedroom. They tied some more rope to her legs and arms and then looped it through the hook. They pulled it down until Carrie was hanging 4 feet off the ground. They tied the rope to the bed and left Carrie hanging in the middle of the room. “MMMMPPPPHHHH! [# of m,p and hh's reduced by Canuck!] !!!!” Carrie yelled as they walked out and locked the door…...

“Oh yeah. I flirted with David Johnson. That’s what started this?”, Carrie thought to herself. Then Rach and Soap walked in. “Liz had to leave. Her mom came,” said Soap, “ So now it’s just us three, here..alone…in this big house with lots of torturement.” Soap walked out of the room.“MMMMPPPHHH!!!” “Fine,” Rachel exclaimed, “I’ll take off your gag.” “OWWW,” Carrie yelled when she spit out the sock. “Can you let me down now?” “Sure. Right after Soap comes back with the wheelbarrow.” Right then, Soap walked in with the wheelbarrow. “Help me get her down.” They undid he rope and slowly dropped Carrie into the wheelbarrow.

Chapter 2
MMMPPPHHH!!!

“Now what are you going to do to me?”, Carrie asked, with a hint of fright in her voice. “You’ll find out soon enough. You are hungry, right?” Rach asked when they got to the kitchen. “ No, why?” “You’ll see.” They took her hogtie out, but left her arms and legs tied together. They bound her to the chair. They had huge amounts of food set up on the table. “You have to eat every single piece of this or we will hang you up again,” said Soap. “ Am I gonna be tied up all week?” asked Carrie. “All two weeks, actually,” replied Rachel. Suddenly, she was blindfolded and food was shoved into her mouth. “Chew,” said Soap. This went on for an hour. Then Rachel said, “Lucky you. You ate it all. Up to the last crumb. Now you only have to be tied to the bed.” They tied her back up into a hog-tie and gagged her again. They wheeled her back to Rachel’s room. “MMMMPPPHHHHH!!!MMMPPHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” Carrie yelled through her gag. “No one can help you. Don’t you remember that?” exclaimed Soap. “MMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” [# of m,p and hh's reduced by Canuck!] yelled Carrie even louder than before. As they approached Rachel’s room, they started to taunt her with what they were going to do to her tomorrow. “ Hmmm Soapy, What should we do with “Carrina” tomorrow?” “I don’t know. Maybe we should make her our servant..” “Mph?” “…or make her eat some more.” “MPH?” “Hey, you got some chloroform?” asked Soap. “MPPHHHH?!?!” “Yeah, actually I think I do. Let’s just tie her back up first.” Then Rachel and Soap tied Carrie spreadeagle to the bed. “Let’s go get that chloroform.” “MMMPPPHHH!!MM MM MM!!!!” “Oh shut it,Carrina,” said Soap.(Carrie hates to be called Carrina) “We could also just call her Carrina all day,” said Rachel. “MMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!”

this is the rest so far.

Green Beret Usetabe

There were a few injuries as the result of my last stories, so we decided to set designated colors on the battlefield to stop confusion, our team was to be red.

My best friend Ian and I were walking home from school one day on a Friday. Ian lived in the neighborhood down the road called St. James Lane (their color was blue). We were on our way to his house when six kids jumped in front of us and demanded we empty our pockets, vastly out numbered, we handed them the money we had and identified them as kids from Galrand Lane (their color was green) and Merry Court their colors were yellow).

I decided to go home instead, and I told our neighborhood leader, Justin about it. He and I went to St. James Lane to talk to Dan, the leader of that street. Justin and Dan discussed soething and left to eet with Drake, leader of Galrand Lane and Eric, leader of Merry Court.

The next day, Justin said that we were going to have another war and this time we would use kick balls and our bare hands. "We will be in a military alliance with St. James Lane against Galrand Lane and erry Court today, we meet in the field in 10 minuets. Alright. Go!!!" The whole team ran to the field, but Justin asked me to walk with him.

As we walked, he said, "Look Sam," He told me, "You will have to wait at the base today. Everyone knows about what happened last week and they decided that they are going to capture youngest members on the teams on sight. So, both Dan and I decided to keep you and Ian at the bases with us to keep you safe." I was crushed.

We built our fort and then the war started. I watched it from the seat at base and many of our members came and asked Justin battle plans and carrying messages between our base and the St. James base. One message came and said that Dan needed to talk to Justin in person. justin appointed two base guards and made his way to speak with Dan.

Justin was gone for only five minuets when a group of six enemies came up. Three were wearing green, three yellow. They chased the guards away and grabbed me. I screamed for help but they covered my mouth yet again.

They stopped when we got to a big camp wiith two big chairs in the middle of it. It turned ourt Galrand and Merry joined camps as well. I was forced to kneel before Drake and Eric. After unsucessful quetioning, they tied me to a chair so that I faced them and shoved one long green sock in my mouth and sealed it with duct tape.

As it turns out, the message was a phony, for they brought Ian minuets afterward, he cracked under pressure and answered their questions. When they got all they wanted out of him, they did the same to him as they did me.

The war raged on another hour before our teams surrended. Apparently they signed some papers at the war council they went to and the winner got to keep the POWs as servants for the rest of the day. Ian and I did any dishes and much handserving before hreleasing us.

The End

The next one will be set in Winter.

I guess my story started over a year ago when I read an article in my brother’s latest issue of Rolling Stone Magazine. The article by Henry Alford was about a man named Brock Enright who has a business in New York City where he kidnaps people, ties them, up and keeps them for a few hours or even a few days. People pay Enright thousands of dollars for what they call a designer kidnapping. The article really intereested me a lot, and I thought about how exciting it would be to be kidnapped. I asked my brother if I could have that issue of the magazine and he wanted to know why, so I showed him the article. He read it, and told me that if I wanted to be tied up, he would do it because he used to tie me up all the time. But I said it wouldn’t be the same as being really kidnapped by strangers. Geoff, my brother, laughed at me and said I was crazy, but he gave me the magazine anyway. Later I searched the internet for Brock Enright and found a few articles about his kidnapping and his own web page, and another page called Extreme Kidnapping, but all of them were really expensive and in placs too far from where I live. I kept the magazine and reread the article and thought about being kidnapped, but eventualy sort of forgot about it.

Well, a couple of weeks ago, when I got out of my car on Friday after school, as I walked up to the house, three men came out at me and grabbed me. They were wearing those rubber masks with faces of famous people so I couldn’t see their faces, and they covered my mouth and tied my hands behind my back, and then my ankles and then wrapped tape over my mouth and put me in a car that suddenly drove up to the house. I was on the floor of the back seat, held down by the men. They also put tape on my eyes. I was sure one of the men was my brother, so I was excited and happy that I was being kidnapped.

We drove for a while, and then stopped, and they carried me somewhere, and put me down. I seemed to be on a bed of some sort. They untied my hands but held me and took off my shirt and undershirt. Then they laid me on the bed and tied my hands to the corners of the bed. Next they untied my legs and removed my pants leaving me in my jockey briefs. Then they tied my legs to the other corners of the bed, so I was spread eagled on the bed. They told me to be quiet, and they took the tape off my mouth, and then shoved a spongy ball into my mouth and retaped my mouth. They put something over my hair, and wrapped tape under my jaw and up over my head so I couln’t open my mouth at all. I thought that my brother was really going to a lot of trouble to make this realistic. Anyway, after they had me securely tied and gagged, they left or ar least I didn’t hear anything any more. So I laid on the bed and struggled to see if I could get free, but I couldn’t.

After what was probably a couple of hours, some people returned, and they took the tape off my eyes. After I adjusted, I saw they still had on the rubber masks, and I was in a room like a basement somewhere, tied to a bed. There wasn’t much light in the room with only a dim little lamp off in the corner. They held a sign that they put on my chest. It said they wanted one hundred thousand dollars and I would stay like this until they got it. Then one of them took pictures of me with the sign on my chest. The camera really blinded me when it flashed. After they finished, they began to untie my hands and legs, and they warned me not to try to escape or they would hurt me bad. They left the gag and warned me not to touch it. There were four of them. They led me to a toilet in a small room off to the side and told me to use it. When I was done, they gave me something that I realized was a diaper that adults use, and they told me to take off my shorts and put on the diaper, so I did. Then they took me back to the bed and retied me like I was before. They said if I was good they would feed me in a while, and then they left.

I was beginning to worry that may be this was the real thing and that I had really been kidnapped so I worked harder at trying to untie myself, but had no success. After a long time, two of the men returned, and they told me they would take off the gag and feed me but only if I kept quiet. One sound and they would put the gag back and leave it. So I was quiet, and they gave me a sandwich and water and then they put the gag back like before. Then I was there for a long time. One of the men looked in at me every now and then and I struggled and made noise in the gag but he ignored me. I was excited about being kidnapped and tied up, but worried that if this was real, maybe my mother couldn’t get the money or wouldn’t or tha something would go wrong.

I probably laid there for a very long time, and then the four men returned and they untied me and sent me to the toilet and gave me a clean diaper to replace the one I had on, so I put it on and then they took me back to the room and this time they tied me to a chair with my hands behind my back. They used lots of rope and really held me tight to the chair with my legs pulled up behind so they didn’t touch the floor. After a while they took the gag off again and fed me and put the gag back. They next time they untied me and sent me to the toilet, they took me back and hog tied me on the bed in a new diaper. I had no idea how long I had been there in that strange room. Anyway, I was getting really worried about being kidnapped. Sometimes they taped my eyes, but usually they just kept me bound up and gagged. I really studied the men and none of them seemed to be like my brother, which worried me even more. It seemed like sometimes when my eyes were taped that they took more pictures of me but I wasn’t sure.

I was tied up there for a long time, and I knew that it must be Saturday or even Sunday, but I couldn’t keep track of time. Then at last all four of the men came in, still in their masks. In a deep voice, one of the men said he was sorry that my mother had refused to pay the ransom, so they were going to truss me up in a plastic bag, which one of them held up to show me, and after I suffocated, they would burry me somewhere. Then I was really scared and struggled and made all the noise I could into the gag. Then they started to laugh, and they pulled off the masks. I didn’t know any of them, but then my brother came into the room, also laughing. He asked me how I liked being kidnapped, and I nodded and grunted into the gag. They showed me the pictures they had taken of me each way they had tied me up, and sometimes they were standing next to me and in one picture my mother was sitting on the bed next to me. It turned out Mom knew all about it, and had reluctantly agreed to let my brother do it saying that may be it would get this kidnapping thing out of my system. It sure did. It was Sunday afternoon, so I had been tied and gagged for just over two days and it was wonderful. I liked the thrill, and they did a really good job, but I don’t recommend it as like my brother said, too many things can go wrong. So then they untied me and took me home where I got a badly needed shower. So at last I threw away the magazine and I don’t dream of being kidnapped any more.

Jim

Jim, you must have had fun.

I arrived late in May, right after school was out. They weren’t open yet, but getting ready, stocking shelves in the stores, setting up the restaurant, and so on. We offered horse rides, hay rides, a chance to watch “real” cowboys break horses, a farm with cattle and other animals, and so on. Altogether it was quite a place. And there was the “drama” which they put on twice a day on the Main Street to entertain the tourists. Usually anywhere from fifty to two hundred people watched us.

The drama centered around an attempted robbery at the bank. There was a lead up with the banker and his daughter, and the hero blacksmith who loved the banker’s daughter, and three theives, and a few other townspeople who came into and out of the bank. My job was to be the teller in the bank. All of this was done on the Main Stret with a few props to indicate the door to the bank, the safe, the teller’s window, and so on. People watched from the wooden sidewalks along the street. The three thieves rode into town, parked their horses, looked around, put on masks, and went into the bank grabbing me and asking where the banker was. He and his daughter had just left to get lunch. So they took me and tied me up and put me on the ground and waited for the banker and his daughter to return. They come back, and the thieves grab them and threaten the daughter if the banker doesn’t open the safe. He agrees finally, and then the sheriff comes in to warn us that there are thieves around. The Sheriff sees the thieves and runs out, getting a posse and holding the thieves in the bank. The posse is led by the Sheriff and the hero blacksmith who manages to sneak into the bank, “get the drop on the thieves”, shoots one of them, holds up the rest for the Sheriff, and is the big hero of the day, kissed by the banker’s daughter and applauded by all.

The entire drama took about twenty minutes to act out, and I was tied and gagged for about fifteen minutes or so. This happened twice a day, at ten in the morning and at two in the afternoon. And I have to admit, I loved every minute of it. When the drama was over, the players stood around in costume and let the tourists take pictures of them of pictures of them with the tourists and so on.

As the summer progressed, the guys who played the thieves became increasingly creative in the way they tied me up and gagged me. I was hogtied, tied to a chair, bound to a post, and so on. They added lines to their dialogue to fill time as they trussed me up. Hank (actually Ralph who played Hank) asked me after about two weeks if I liked being tied up, and I confessed that it was sort of fun. Then they really went to work on me each time, and got in the habit of leaving me bound and gagged during the picture taking session at the end of the drama. So then I would be tied up twice a day for up to thirty five or forty minutes. We had one of those picture taking places where people dress up in old clothes and make a pose that looks like the old west, and have their picture taken. One man and his wife actually wanted their picture taken with me, guns on me with me bound and gagged. We did it, and so I was tied up for well over an hour until it was done. My boss actually thought of adding the prospect of binding and gagging one of the patrons, and another as the Sheriff, as one of the possibilities for an “old” picture, but finally decided not to.

A couple of times, as a joke, the cast refused to untie me, and carried me into one of the “staff only” rooms and left me there for a couple of hours. I never complained, so they concluded that I liked it, and it got to be a joke to keep me bound up and gagged. On the last day of the summer, we scheduled only one drama – the one at ten in the morning. The thieves took special care to tie me up to a chair, using lots of rope. I noticed that they bound me much more than usual, and that the gag was really effective. When the drama was over, they carried me, chair and all into the back room, and they left me there the rest of the day. I sat in the chair that evening all through the big final party that the boss threw for all of the workers at the town. They saluted me as the only player who had never complained about his job. The others, I gather, had quickly demanded that the role of teller be spread around among the cast. I did it through the entire summer, which had never happened before. They finally untied me when the party ended, although they had threatened to leave me much longer. Everyone got a big kick out of that. I had earned enough to almost pay my full year at college and books, so I was happy.

Well, I’m scheduled to return next summer and I’m really looking forward to it. Hank has promised to think up new ways to bind and gag me. It should be fun.

Western Fan Tom

During a scene, a friend of mine Diane, gets tied to the rails of a traintrack. Good amount of rope and such. I carry around a pair of Cuffs (I'm a Pinkerton man) and I slapped them on a friend of mine. She had tied me up and gagged me at her house a week ago, so this was payback.

This play rocks.. :)

Now, I'm attempting to reopen the board. Not as just a simple bondage gathering, but as a way of self expression.

This board is availible for users to post fiction and non-fiction literature, pictures of friends, and art.

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(NOTE: I recieved an alarming claim from a member, and just to sort things out.. everyone is welcome. Race, gender, and age doesn't matter. Neither does sexual preference.... capish?)

I think it would be much fairer and more interesting to say "I bet I can tell you how to tie yourself up so well you won't be able to escape. I can't touch you or have you use handcuffs or tape."

This would be an interesting introduction to bondage which more experienced players might also want to try. I hope some of you will try this and write about the experience.

I began to enjoy this hogtie when I realized that the keys to the cuffs were up on my dresser. I started to panic. I mmmmmmphhhhhed into my gag, but only a moan was produced. I began to wish I hadn't bound and gagged myself. I began to wiggle my way towards the dresser. When I got there, I saw one key was at the end of the dresser, so I used my feet to pull it down on the floor. I was relieved for a moment until I found out something even worse. The holes on the cuffs were not in the direction in which I could reach them with the key. I groaned into my gag and just lay there defeated. I fell asleep then (around 12 last night). I awoke again at 3 AM to try to get out of this hogtie which I had been in for about 4 hours. I decided to use the key to take off the cuffs putting me in a hogtie, which I successfully did. Then I sat up and tried to work the key into the handcuff keyhole around my wrists. I began to drool because the gag was very tight and it was soaked with saliva from being gagged for over 4 hours. Eventually, around 5 AM this morning, I was able to get the key into one of the holes and free my wrists. I pulled the cuffs off, got my arms free from the belt, untied the rope at my knees and ankles and then finally took off my gag. It ended up being about a 6 hour bondage experience that I only wanted to last around an hour. I hope to do another one tonight, but maybe a chair tie.

Let me know if you liked this story and if any wants to chat.

The alarm went off, and I was primed for action. I suppressed my desire to go downstairs and make breakfast, because my mother would definitely ask why I was up so early. The minutes slowly ticked by. Finally I heard the door open and shut and heard her car leave the driveway.

Now my plan was in motion. I picked up the bag of ropes I had gathered the night before and crept down the hallway to J’s bedroom. I opened the door and saw J on her bed slumbering peacefully with a little drool seeping from the corner of her mouth. She was wearing an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of shorts that were so short as to only come down maybe six inches from her waist. She wore these around the house often, because mom and dad wouldn’t let her wear them outside (no surprise there).

Taking a deep breath, I got to work. I tied each of her arms to two opposing corner posts on the bed first, because at this point if she were to wake up, she would already have no control of her arms. Then I did the same for her legs leaving her spread-eagled on her bed. I wanted to wake her up now, but I thought it would be better if she woke up on her own, and I still had work to do. I passed ropes over her waist and secured them to the bottom of the bed frame. Then I finished it with a gag I had made from a spongy hacky sack with a shoelace string threaded through the middle. Having tried it myself, I knew that one could expel it after a lot of work if it wasn’t tied tightly enough, but also that when tied tightly it would cut into the corners of your mouth. Therefore, erring on the side of comfort, I only tied it only tightly enough to require a lot of effort because once she knew what was going on, she would probably play along.

That being done, I sat down on a spinning chair and waited for her to wake up. Soon after I had finished, the first rays of sunlight came through the window and it wasn’t too long afterwards that her eyes flicked open. It didn’t take long for her to realize she was bound, and she made a frantic effort to struggle against her bonds. After a few minutes of this, I stood up and put my head above hers and looked her in the eyes. She seemed to smile about as much as one could do around a gag, and then made an attempt to expel the gag.

I tilted her head to the side and untied the knots for her. After helping to remove the saliva covered ball from her mouth, she tilted her head up to see the ropes that tied her down and said “not bad…” I then said “not bad you say? It’s not like you could escape even if you needed to.” She proceeded to tug at her wrist bonds and said “Well…no. I guess you did a pretty good job.”

Proceeding with my plan, I said “You know what I think? I think you talk too much.” He eyes got wide and she said “No that’s completely unnecessary. No really I think I’ll be just fin witho¯Mmpphhhhh!!! I guess J was just good at gag expressions, because she seemed to try to pout around her gag.

Now I pulled out the stiff bristled feather I had inside of my bag which had come from an arts and crafts set. Now her eyes became very wide because she knew exactly what was coming. Swinging around to her feet I began to drag the feather up and down each foot slowly and then quickly, then stopping to give her a false sense that I had stopped and then starting all over again even more vigorously than before.

After maybe 5 minutes I moved to her sides with my fingers, kneeling between her legs and moving my scrambling fingers up and down her sides while she thrashed wildly. It was because I knew she would do this that I had tied the rope around her waist, because it would keep her from being able to shake me off. I finally stopped after another ten minutes of alternating between her feet, sides and legs.

Getting up from the bed, I watched her breathing hard through her nose, and stifling giggles from under her gag for a few moments before moving to take off her gag. “Having fun?” I asked “Yeah” she said trying to squirm around a little “It feels great…thank you” I laughed a little and said “you’re welcome, but we’re not even close to being done” I said with an evil grin at the end of my sentence.

“Really? What else could you possibly do?” J said stifling giggles of her own.

“Just wait and see.” I reached over and undid J’s leg bonds

“I thought you said you weren’t done?” she said, disappointed I was untying her.

“No, you’re right…I’m not done.” I said as I moved to undo J’s arm bonds.

“Now, roll over onto your stomach and cross your wrists behind your back.

“You’re going to tie me up aren’t you?” she said in mock surprise.

“Yes, I am” I said as I brought her crossed wrists up to the small of her back and began tying them there.

After I finished, I went on to tie her ankles together. At this point she tested her bonds and said “You’re actually pretty good at this aren’t you.”

“Yeah. I’m going to hogtie you now, is that alright?” I asked this because I didn’t know how flexible she was

“Yeah, I’ll be fine” so I took another length of rope and looped around her wrist and ankle bonds tightening the loop until there were about 8 inches between her wrist and ankle ropes.

I had stopped so J said "You can make it tighter than that you know.”

“Alright”

I was taken aback because it looked pretty tight, and I thought it might hurt, but then again girls are more flexible than boys, and I already knew J could make her elbows touch behind her back. So I tightened the loop until her fingers touched the soles of her feet. I then put her on her side and was lifting her (she only weighed 125 pounds) to take her downstairs and put her on the couch when the doorbell rang.

J looked very surprised for a moment and then suddenly said “s**t!!!” and explained how she was expecting S to come over today because they were going to go out to the mall. I was contemplating what to do when she said “Go answer the door and tell her I’m not here”

I didn’t exactly want to confront S because she was angry with me because I was best friends with her latest ex-boyfriend, and I didn't want to leave my captive so I said “If I don’t answer at all, she’ll think no one is home”

“Right, but she’ll wait here until there is, so just answer the door, tell her I’m not here, and then she’ll go away.” J said

“And you’ll be alright?” I said trying to make sure she was comfortable

“I’ll be just fine, so go answer the door”

“Just one more thing.” I said with the sinister grin returning to my face. I picked up the gag and put in J’s reluctantly opened mouth.

“Wouldn’t want you mouthing off to the neighbors while I’m gone.”

With that said, I went down to answer the door. I hurried to the door, thinking the faster I did this, the faster I’ll get back. So I opened the door

“Hi S, J’s not home right now.” I said trying to be as convincing as possible

“Tell her it’s important.” S said becoming very impatient

“I told you, she’s not home” I said still trying to sound convincing

“Look you little brat, it’s obvious that you’re lying, so just tell J that its S, and that it’s important that I talk to her.

”S has this innate ability for noticing when someone lies so she knew I was lying. Of course it doesn’t help that I’m not very good at lying.

“I told you she’s not here!” I said still trying to convince her.

“Fine have it your way” she then proceeded to pretemd to turn around, and then caught me off guard by spinning around quickly and knocking me over into the coat rack which fell on top of me. She then stepped over me and proceeded to go upstairs. I yelled “No you can’t go upstairs!!!”

“Right, and who is going to stop me?” at this point I managed to get the coat rack off of me, and I ran up the stairs. But I had only gotten halfway up when I heard the door to J’s room open, and S said “WHAT THE F*** IS THIS!!!!” And from the frantic Mmphing coming from inside her room, I knew this was bad…

To Be Continued

I had been tied up by Jimmy several times and always found it impossible to escape. But when I tied him up, he managed to get free quite easily after struggling for some time. I wanted to learn his tricks, so with nothing else to do, he offered to give me a lesson in knot-tying.

-I'll do it on you so you'll feel exactly every step of the way, he said smiling, but we need another guinea-pig so you'll be able to see the knots aswell.

He ran out of the barn and came back five minutes later.

-I called Sandra and Milla and they're coming over.

Very soon the two twins from the farm next door came in, both looking cute in matching jeans and short tops. Today both of them had pony-tails and wore sneakers and track-suit tops to protect them from the rain. They both were in on the idea of a lesson in tying. Today it was Milla's turn to be the victim and Sandra would help Jimmy to tie us up.

Both girls kicked their sneakers off and Jimmy started the lesson.

-Milla, you stand here and put your hands behind you, he ordered.

Giggling, the cute girl obeyed. She held her hands behind her back, palms out. Jimmy took a quarter of an inch thick hempen rope and tied three loops around one wrist, tying a knot that left one long and one short end. The long end went three loops around the other wrist and was tied off. What was left was tied in a criss-cross pattern around both wrist and finally both ends were chinced vertically over the rope that bound the wrists.

-Notice how I place the only knot as far from her fingers as possible, Jimmy said. Milla, can you get out of that?

-I don't think so, she replied, trying to twist her hands around and reaching for the knot.

Then she bent down and easily passed her bound hands beneath her bum.

-That's the problem, Jimmy said. Most girls are so flexible that they can easily get their hands in front of them this way.

Milla passed her hands back up behind her back again.

-So we have to tie her arms as well, Jimmy continued.

He took a similar rope and tied it the same way as her wrists, but above her elbows. When he put preassure on the loops, her elbows were drawn together and when he chinced the rope, she was helplessly trapped. More rope went around her arms, below and above her breasts and finally an end of the rope went around all the loopas around her arms, under the over-arm and up around her neck and back again on the other side.

-This prevents the rope from sliding down as her arms form a "v from her shoulders down to her hands, Jimmy said.

Milla twisted and turned her arms, but she was fairly well stuck.

-Now lay down on your stomach, Jimmy said.

Milla got down and knowing what came next, lifted her bare feet in the air, side by side.

Quickly Jimmy tied and chinged rope around her ankles and above and below her knees, first having rolled the legs of her jeans up.

-A person bound hand and foot can really easy get up on her feet and then jump around, Jimmy said, so we use the hog-tie.

Another coil of rope was doubled and then fastened with a loop around the rope between her bound feet. The two ends were drawn up to her hands and passed around the rope binding them. Jimmy then draw on the rope, forcing Milla's bound feet further and further up towards her hands.

-It's usually uncomfortable to tie the hog-tie too strict, but I know how flexible she is, Jimmy said.

When the ends were knotted on the far side of Millas ankles, the hog-tie was so strict that only about four inches of rope separated her wrists from her ankles.

Milla didn't mind, she just smiled.

-Last part and finishing touch, Jimmy laughed and tied a piece of string around the bound girl's big-toes.

-This is to make it easier to tickle her later.

-You can't tickle me, Milla shouted, you promised only a tying-up lesson today.

Her protests were silenced when Sandra pushed an old sock into her mouth and tied a knotted bandana over the sock, pushing it further in.

-Gags must have stuffing, Sandra said.

-On TV they just tie something over the mouth, but you have to put a rag or a sock in the mouth first. Then make a fairly big knot on the bandana and make sure it is tied behind the teeth, not just over the mouth.

Millas cheeks bulged from the sock in her mouth and the corners of her lips were drawn back in a smile from the tightly tied bandana.

-Mghwa! Mmmmmph! she exclaimed.

-Now it's your turn, Jimmy said.

They tied me the same way, only not tying the elbows together because I couldn't move them so close. My hog-tie was not as strict either, but when I lay there, tied from top to bottom, hand to foot with my bare feet in the air and my big-toes tied together I felt really helpless.

-And now it's time for some fun, Sandra said and started to tickle my feet. Soon Milla joined my hysterical laughs and we were tickled mercilessly for a long time.

"The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated." -- that dude from that place

I went over to my friend's house yesterday and we were just hanging out. After watching a little TV, we were both getting bored, so I said, "Hey, I have an idea. Let's make a bet... I bet that I can tie you up so good, that you can't escape."

"Alright," he said, "After I get loose, we will try the same thing on you. Whoever takes longer to get loose, has to do whatever the loser says. I agreed and we shook on it.

We went to get the rope out of his shed and then went up to his bedroom to try out this new bet. He layed down and allowed me to tie him up. I put him in a hogtie as tight as I could and watched him squirm.

He worked on the knots and cursed for about twenty minuets before he got loose. "Alright," he said "You remeber our agreement."

I layed down on the ground and he tied my wrists and ankles very tightly, It gave a dulling pain, then he tied them together in a hogtie and I just couldn't get them loose! I tried and tried and tried, but they wouldn't budge.

After Twenty Minuets, my friend let me go and said, "I won. So, you know what that means."

"Yes I know what that means." I said nervously, "So, what are you going to make you do?"

"Hmmmmm..." said my friend menacingly, "I am going to give you one of three choices. Your first choice is for you to wear your pajamas to school on Monday. Your second choice is to go out on a date with Elaine Thompson to the Silver Moon (the ugliest girl on the face of the planet and the most popular restaurant in town.) And your third and final choice is... hmmm... I know! You have to be my slave whenever you come over until I say otherwise!"

Now, I am pretty popular at school, and love the position, so I couldn't bring myself to wear my pajamas to school or date that ugly girl.

"I can't decided out of those!" I yelled.

"If you won't I will." he said, "And you can't back down, you shook on it."

I stayed silent.

My friend, whose name is Nick, smiled evily. "Then I will choose." he said, "Now, since you ARE my friend, I refuse to humiliate you SO... I decided to make you my slave. Don't worry, as long as you coperate, I will not tell anyone about it, and your term will be short, but if you are dificult, then I may tell someone, and the effects will be longer. Now, your first job is to do my laundry. It is in my hamper."

I was Nick's "slave" for about 2 weeks, and he was a true ass about it. He would call me while I was sleeping to have me do some enaine chore and when I didn't do it to his liking, he would punish me by tieing my wrists and gagging me with a pair of dirty socks. Not FUn.

I suggest you do this with a sane person, like I said before, this was my worst experience, perhaps I will post one of my good ones.

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

It was Tuesday last week when I was home alone, and I didn’t expect my sister home until later in the evening, so I decided to try what Nephi had showed me and tie myself up. I was in my room, and I had my legs tied and I was working on my arms when the door opened, and my sister was standing there looking at me. I was really upset and embarrased, and just lay there and she looked at me, and then she shut the door and went away. She was gone when I came out of my room, and I found out later that she had forgotten something and just came home to get it. The next night at dinner, Ralph talked to me and said that Dot had told him what she saw. I was embarrased a lot and said that I missed playing with my friends and hadn’t found any new friends yet. He said he understood, and asked if I had liked playing tie up and I said that I liked it a lot. That ended the discussion.

On Saturday morning, Ralph asked me what I had planned for the day, and I said nothing and that I might go to the mall and just hang around. So he told me to go to my room and take off all of my clothes and put on my jock strap and then go to the party room in the basement and meet him there. I was really curious and didn’t want to do it, but Ralph told me to hurry up and he would be waiting. I was really embarrased when I walked to the stairs and passed my sister, wearing only the jock and she said to me, “I hope this is what you want.” So I didn’t know what was going to happen.

In the basement, Ralph was there waiting. He asked me if I had really liked it when my friends tied me up and I said that I did. So he told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back, and I saw all the rope and tape he had, and I realized what he was going to do. Quickly he tied my hands and then put rope around my arms and he tied it all very tight. Then he tied my legs at my ankles and around my knees. Ralph wraped some of the duck tape around my wrist over the rope and then all over my hands so I couldn’t move my fingers. He said he didn’t want me using my fingers to untie myself. Then he tied another rope around my wrists and around in front of me so that I couldn’t move my arms at all. Then he had me lay down on the floor and he pulled my legs up in back and tied them to the rope that went around my body. I had never been tied up so tight before.

I laid on the mat on the floor in front of the television set squirming and wondering if I could free myself. Sometimes I could when my friends tied me before. Then Ralph said he had a surprise for me. It was something he had bought special just for me, and I didn’t know what it was. It was a red ball with a black strap through it. He bent down and put the ball into my mouth and pulled the straps around my head and fixed them so I couldn’t push the ball out of my mouth. He said it was a ball gag and he hoped I liked it. I had never been gagged before. We knew about them, and I read about them on this web page as Nephi had shown me how to get this page, and we read it all the time, but we never used gags at all. So I had the red ball in my mouth, and then Ralph took tape and wrapped it around my head over the ball and I found I could only make humming noises and no words or anything anyone could understand. The whole thing sort of scared me as I had never been tied up so tight or gagged before.

So Ralph just stood there and watched me for a while, and he asked me if I was OK, and I made noise and nodded, and he said that if I wanted to be untied, I should just say so, and then he laughed, and said that otherwise I would have all day to enjoy it. I was really shocked as none of us were ever tied up for more than half an hour. We had that rule. So I couldn’t imagine being tied up all day. But there was nothing I could do about it! So I lay there, struggling and looking up at Ralph and wondering what he would do, and he just walked away leaving me there. He came back now and then to see if I was OK, and once my sister came and looked at me and again said she hoped this was what I wanted. I couldn’t say anything at all with my mouth all taped up and that ball in it. I was getting scared that they were going to leave me for a long time and I could see a clock and I had been tied up for almost an hour and they made no move to untie me. Then it was two hours, and I was still tied and gagged. Ralph came and said it looked like I was having a good time and maybe they would leave me for a long time, maybe until Sunday sometime. This really shocked me and I made what noise I could into the gag, but he just smiled and went away. I could hear them eating lunch later, but nobody came around to untie me. I stayed tied and gagged in the basement and then the afternoon came and I was getting tired of being tied up but couldn’t get their attention and let them know that I wanted them to untie me. Ralph did turn on the television and I could lay there and watch some ball game and for a while he sat on the big chair and watched the game and me squirming on the floor. So it got to be late in the afternoon and I was still tied up and it looked like I was going to stay that way. Well, Ralph said it was time for dinner, and he was sorry I didn’t want to join them, but if being tied up was what I wanted, I could stay that way, and he went upstairs. I needed to go to the bathroom, and I was hungry, but I couldn’t say it because of the gag.

After a while, Ralph came down and he untied me and I ran to the bathroom, and then he said my dinner was waiting upstairs. I didn’t even get dressed, but sat there in my jock eating because I was hungry, and I was stiff and sore from being tied up for so long. But then I realized that I had liked it, and I thanked Ralph and Dot and said that it was fun, and it had been great. So Ralph said that he would try to rememer to tie me up more and I said that would be great.

I’m Chris and I really like reading this page, and am happy now that I have a story to add.

I’m Ralph, Chris’ brother-in-law. Chris is a good kid and when my in-laws died tragically, we were glad to have Chris come and live with us. Chris said he was going to contribute his story to this web site, and I suggested writing my version of events. He agreed that it was a good idea.

Chris is an honor student, quiet, serious, and somewhat precocious. Consequently, my wife and I were more than surprised when she accidentally discovered him experimenting with self-bondage. We wondered what to do, and I asked advice among the counselors where I work. Some advised therapy and counseling, but most said that it was just a phase, and that it would go away. If I wanted, there was nothing wrong with giving him an experience – that is, I should tie him up really well and let him know what it is like. That might well cure him and he wouldn’t want it any more. Also to warn him about the dangers of letting people he didn’t know tie him up.

I took the advice, and decided to bind and gag Chris the following Saturday. I visited a few adult stores in town and rejected any of the equipment as unnecessary and expensive, except for a gag. I wasn’t sure I knew enough about bondage to successfully gag Chris, and I wanted him strictly bound and thoroughly gagged. The woman at the shop said I should use the gag and then wrap tape over it to secure it and really silence my subject.

Saturday morning I was ready and after breakfast, I told Chris to strip to his jockstrap and meet me in the basement. He was really caught off guard, and I’m sure he didn’t know what was happening – certainly not that I was about to tie him up. I never saw a kid blush like Chris did when he showed up in his jock, but he did it. Shortly I had him trussed up on the floor, hog-tied and he was really surprised when I gagged him with the ball and the tape. So there he lay, squirming, not knowing what I had planned. And then, when I told him that he would be there all day, he tried to talk and got nowhere. Dot and I looked in on him frequently, but he was tied and he stayed tied. I knew that after a while he wanted release, but that didn’t happen. We let him lay there until after we had eaten dinner. Then I untied him.

After dinner we spent time talking about what had happened. I was startled to learn that Chris had never been gagged before. And to my surprise, Chris really thanked us for taking the time and trouble to tie him up like that. He went on at length about how it felt and how great it was and how much fun it was to worry that we might leave him that way. And he has asked me to do it again – soon. So, I suppose I will. No telling how long I’ll leave him the next time.

Ralph

As she was sitting on a chair watching her favorite show, i put my hand hard over her mouth against her soft nice lips and she started to scream in it, (i had a black ski mask to act as a kidnapper). Sonaz then looked at me at got even more frightened when she thought i was a kidnapper and started to resist me even more.

I then told her not the say a word or it would not be fun, (i said it in a lower voice to make me sound older). She nodded scaredly and i took my hand off her mouth and got my orange rope and proceeded to tie up her hands with it. She got really scared and started to sweat alot. I then got her legs and bound them really tightly and the same to her knee area. I then proceeded to take the orange rope and tied her up just above the breasts and took the rope around the chair to pin her hands and back, and i did the same thing to the bottom of her breasts.

Her breasts were popping out alot which was cool. I then took a wad of a handerchief and inserted it in her mouth, and took the duct tape ripped a piece of duct tape and plastered it over her soft nice lips.

I then took my ski mask off and revealed my face, she was surprised and made that look with her eyes that said i knew that the whole time. I left her like this for about 3 hours and then untied her.

She then tied me up later, but that is another story i will tell you later.

So i went through the window of my sister's room. One of my sister's friends spotted me, and told the others to come on in. (of course my sister is a cheerleader and her friends at the slumber party were cheerleaders, and amazingly enough they are hot because their cheerleaders and they were wet from the pool, in which they all had hot bikinis).

When they all got to me, one of them took some rope, and already had a strip of duct tape cut to fit my lips. So she said don't move or else... i said or else what? The girl with the rope and the tape got mad at me, and ran at me and tied my hands up in a figure 8 pattern, and plastered the piece of duct tape over my lips so i couldn't scream. They led me to my sister's room to a chair.

They then ungagged me and untied me. The sat me in the chair and used the duct tape and rolled it around my hands about 10 times, so i couldn't move my hands, then they did the same thing with my upper arms. After that the took the duct tape and rolled it over and under my chest about 5 times each so my whole upperbody was motionless. They then took the duct tape and rolled it around my ankles about 20 times and did the same with my knee area. And the duct tape my legs to the legs of the chair.

My whole body was totally motionless. I started yelping for help, when my sister's really attractive cheerleader friend came up to me with a sock put it in my mouth, kissed me with her soft lips and took the duct tape and rolled it around my whole head about 15 times, (only over my lips). She then took a piece of duct tape and plastered it over my closed eyes so i couldn't see anything. I was helpless. They then started to put lipstick over my duct taped mouth, (by the way the duct tape is white), and did the eyeliner thing to the eye duct tape.

They then put a bikini on me and left me their like that for over 12 hours, (the whlole night into 8 am the next morning).

I was 11-12 years old and this was during the summer of 1998 (my birthday is in the summer but I forget whether this story took place before or after it). I'm away at college now but back then I was living in the suburbs in one of those neighborhoods where all the kids grow up together and everyone knows everyone. My friend Tony was already 12 and I would hang out with him a lot; he was my best friend. His father was a trucker so he was on the road at least 5 days a week and seemed to come home sometimes around bedtime. His mother was a junior high teacher at the local school, but naturally he wasn't allowed in her class because it was unethical or something. Her name was Rose but in school it was Mrs. Jude.

I hate to sound cliche, which is saying that she was "hot", but back then I thought for a teacher she was attractive. She was 5' 10'', which was tall for me for a woman, with bleached blonde hair (she had been a natural blonde, but it got darker with age so she'd occasionally bleach it) and must have weighed no more than 140 lbs. She kept in shape but wasn't a perfect supermodel or anything (thankfully). She had fair skin and wore sweaters a lot, which I didn't mind for the worst reasons. She would go in before 8 a.m. (her son would come to class shortly later alone, walking with me or carpooling with my folks and I) and wouldn't come home until about an hour or so after school ended. By then I was usually over at their house since mine was rather boring and it put off homework for a few hours. She would usually start dinner and then unload in her room, where she routinely feel asleep for about an hour or two while watching TV to unwind. Because she knew of this and never wanted to burn dinner or nap too late, she would set her "emergency alarm" for about 2 hours after she came home. Sometimes she's wake up before it and sometimes not. It all became rather routine.

Mrs. Jude was a well-liked teacher and mom because she still seemed like a kid at heart, even at her age (back then she would have been about 36). She had a warm face that could light a room and wasn't above an April Fool's prank on occasion. She had a fine line between "misbehavior" and "children will be children", but she usually seemed less strict than other moms. When Tony and I were younger she'd play alongside us at the park and such while my mom was easily tired out before long. So when the circumstances that were to occur happened it got confusing.

Tony and I had rented a made-for-video movie to kill a rainy Saturday afternoon from a mom & pop video store. I forget the title because it was so bad but it had a woman being tied up after being ambushed or something. During that scene, Mrs. Jude had been passing through the living room and shook her head with a kind of a "Tsk" sound.

"What?" I asked.

"That's so phoney, something like that could never happen," she replied.

"I dunno," Tony replied, "it's only a movie."

"Yes but I think that's been a bit overdone," she replied.

We shrugged and went about our movie. I've never been a "bondage" buff but I did take some interest when women would get tied up in a movie or something. I really didn't think much of it until later that night when Tony and I were playing video games in his room, and he out and out brought it up: tying up his mom.

I don't recall the actual conversation but basically he'd been wanting to tie his mother up for a while, since he was small. He seemed to share my interest, too, but was more bold about it than I. He said he'd tied up a few girls when he was a little younger and had always thought of some way to get his mother tied up. He didn't know what it was like to tie up a woman and figured she'd be his best bet in an innocent kind of way. The more we talked about it the more sense it made, at least to a pre-teen boy. The question would be, how to do it, and how to do it in a way that didn't get us grounded for life?

Like I said, Mrs. Jude was a fun woman, the kind of mother who instead of yelling if you hit her with a water gun during the summer, would giggle and try to soak you with her own. But she wasn't lasse-fare or let Tony get away with established rules. So on the one hand it would have to be set up in a "fun" sort of way, but on the other hand he doubted his mother would agree to it just if we asked. Tony recalled her sometimes amusement of pranks (that weren't too mean) and figured that may be the best way to go about it.

At one point when I went to his house a week later he said he'd dropped a hint at dinner and told his mom that, "Chris and I may get her before April Fool's for a change" and she chuckled and dared him. That was seemingly all the justification we needed, and with school ending for the year in 2 weeks we had a lot of time to plan. Since she often took naps we figured it would be best to try then. However, Mrs. Jude had the summer off, too, only had to go into school for about a week or so after us kids were let off, and after that she had more energy, so we had a thin window.

During the last 2 weeks of school we would go about our usual stuff but when she would watch TV in her room we would check in and see if she was asleep. She kept her door ajar but not all the way open, so we'd have to creep in. The point of this was to see how hard a sleeper she was. The TV would usually always still be on when she was dozing (usually in a t-shirt tucked into sweatpants, with her feet bare). We would do thinks like poke her side gently, sometimes whisper into her ear or try moving her arm slowly. Sometimes we got her to stir, sometimes wake up, and sometimes she wouldn't wake up unless we were too abrupt. After about ten tries we figured that she would wake up sometimes but if we were careful she may not have woken up until it was too late.

Next came the day we went out to gather the supplies. Despite the prank Tony didn't want to hurt his mom so we got some clothesline rope, which we felt was soft compared to others (tape would hurt more coming off he said, and I didn't agrue). Tony said we "had" to gag her to complete the trick, the question was what kind of gag. TV shows usually tied a rag in someone's mouth, but there was no way she would have stayed asleep for us to lift her head to do that. He didn't want to put anything inside her mouth, either, which I agreed was too dangerous. However, duct tape he said came off too easily, so we went out looking for white medical adhesive tape that was wide enough. The store clerk gave us some funny looks but he bought our story of an injured friend, so we got some white tape that was 3 and a half inches wide, or as long as a finger. That seemed sufficient.

It came down to her last week before her break so it was "go" time. We had set on a day and Tony and I were anxiously awaiting her to go inside. After about half an hour we went in to check and sure enough Mrs. Jude was asleep. Her hair was undone but she was in a white t-shirt and blue sweatpants that exposed her ankles. She had slippers on but they were off when we had come in. Her bed had a front frame but no backboard and her TV was on a dresser in her room. She was asleep on her back, her head on the pillow, the TV still on for whatever show it was.

He gave me some rope and told me to tie her feet up while he did her hands. He had shown me how to make proper ties with some dolls and string (which I hadn't questioned at the time, since it was cool to do "prep" work). However, I'd gotten on my knees beside her bed to tie her feet and he stood at the side of her bed, and we came to a dilemma. We didn't know how to tie her hands in such a way that she wouldn't free herself easily or keep her from waking up. We felt that if we rolled her onto her stomach to tie her hands she would wake up. Tony and I already figured she'd wake up when we were gagging her with the tape, but by then we'd assumed Mrs. Jude would be tied up by then. After a few blank stares for a minute he told me to tie her feet and we'd figure it out later.

So I slowly moved her feet together and lifted them up with one hand to tie her ankles. I wound the rope around her ankles several times before cinching the middle and tying a simple knot. Mrs. Jude barely stirred.

Just as I finished I saw Tony pulling a strand of white tape off the roll and cutting it with a scissor. I mouthed "what are you doing?" and he replied he figured by the time his mom fully awoke he could have her hands tied if it came to that. I shrugged, figuring if worse came to worse I'd say it was mostly his idea anyway (we were friends, but we knew the risks, like spies!).

So he pulled a strand that was about 6-7 inches long and cut it, then sealed it over her lips and mouth, the ends of it reaching the back of her cheeks. She stirred and made a little "mmrrph" sound.

She didn't wake up so he and I worked on rolling her over to her stomach. It was slow going as we were trying to be as careful as we could be. We had her halfway over when Tony looked at me and from her movements we could tell she was wakin' up. So Tony must have figured that we went this far, may as well go for broke, as he finished flipping her onto her stomach and made a motion with his finger that seemed to indicate to get her hands. So I carefully grabbed her wrists and crossed them over the small of her back. He quickly wound rope around them, cinching it and tying a knot.

We were barely at the door when Mrs. Jude started to stir some more. She seemed to be waking up as she seemed to be trying to move her hands and feet, and was unable to. Her eyes opened and she mumbled something inaudible through the tape.

"Toldja we'd get you, ma," Tony said in good jest.

"Mmmph?" Mrs. Jude seemed to grunt. She writhed on the bed a bit, pulling at the ropes with her hands and ankles, but they held. By now she was fully awake but didn't seem to be in too angry a mood, as she rolled her eyes and laid back down on her back. "Mmmph mrrph mmmm mrrrph mehh."

"What?" Tony asked, smiling.

She locked eyes with him and mumbled some more. "Mmrrpph mrrmmmm mmmpphh meeh!"

"Why don't you take the tape off?" I asked.

"We went through all this trouble, may as well enjoy it a few minutes," Tony replied.

At that point, Mrs. Jude had again tried to loosen her bonds, with no use. She then shot into action. She swung her bound legs to the side of the bed and rocked herself into a seated position. She then stood up firmly, standing on her carpeted floor in bare feet. Her eyes were fixed on us and the tape still holding her mouth. Tony and I didn't move. She capitilized by taking one slow, steady hop on her bound feet closer and then turning her body so that her fingers could dig into Tony's side, tickling him suddenly.

Tony, even though 12, was still quite ticklish, and his mother knew that better than anyone. Tony was caught off guard and started laughing in a fit, collapsing against the wall to escape her.

"Hmmph!" she seemed to grunt as she looked down at Tony, defiantly.

I went around her back to pull her away, and as I was dragging her back towards the bed she started tickling me, too. We both collapsed onto her bed with me laughing and seeking to get away. I rolled off the bed and landed on my knees on the floor with a thump. Mrs. Jude sat up and in a very lady-like way, whipped her hair back out of her face with a jerk of her head (of course this looked more amusing with the white tape over her lips).

We were all a little breathless and I could tell by her eyes and face that she wasn't mad at all, and was taking it like a trooper. Likely because she knew it was her last week of work and we got her fair and square. It was a silent moment where Tony and I were breathlessly gasping and sucking back chuckles to get over her sudden tickle attack, and she seemed to be sitting on her bed patiently waiting for us to decide what to do next, as she could know undo herself.

I wondered if we could have tied her further, such as to a chair or even hot-tied her, to keep her from tickling us as a justification. However, Tony spoke first by saying, "Want to call it a draw, ma?"

Mrs. Jude shrugged and nodded.

"If we untie you, you promise not to tickle us?" Tony asked.

Mrs. Jude playfully looked upwards, as if thinking about it, then nodded and grunted an, "Urr-hmmm."

So Tony and I moved to her and kept our word, and she kept hers. However, we did try to be slow about untying her. Tony slowly undid her feet while I was taking my time with her hands. She started getting impatient and after Tony undid her feet he moved his hands to the tape, and she closed her eyes, expecting a sting. Instead, he carefully peeled the tape back, slowly and steadily, so as to not hurt her, which worked. By then I was halfway done with her hands when she wiggled free and undid the rest.

Mrs. Jude was smiling, which was a good sign. She complimented us on the amusement, claiming she didn't want to sleep long anyway. It had only been an hour (which meant she was tied up for less than 30 minutes).

She never retaliated and we never tried it again, fearing pushing our luck. And that was that.

next he took me to my cell. he opened this door where there was a bunch of other ones he opened and told me to go in and i did he then asked me if i wanted my cuffs off i said no. he then shut the door and locked it. i was in there for about 45 mintues before he left me out i thought was going home but he said i called your mom and told her
what i did and she said leave me in here for the night. he then asked if i wanted the cuffs removed and i still said no and then he shut the door and locked it again. i sat down on a low concrete bench i looked at my cuffs which were in front of me. i tried to sleep. then in the morning he let me out and he took me home and gave me my picture and prints to keep.

just for fun i decided to mess with her a bit more. the theater was empty now so i carried her out onstage. i placed her at different parts of the stage, barefoot and bound, and took pictures of her. i would sometimes pull her back into a hog-tie, and sometimes tie her to a prop. then i sat in the audience and took pictures.
i had fun for about 40 minutes putting her in different positions and photgraphing her. the school would be closed completely soon, so i untied her and fetched her boots and socks for her. she gave me a good kick, but didn't seem to angry.
anway that's my sotry, and the play went really well.

If only you could share a picture or two, even with the face blurred out (for obvious reasons). But if not, well, it's still an excellent story and I loved reading it!

Allright, we had played tie up games in the past so when he asked if I could be tied up one night while my parents are gone I becmae all excited and agreed. I followed him down in the basement, him carrying a computer chair from my room. He set the chair down and told me to sit. He came back with a bunch of materials, I knew this meant no escape. He pulled my hands behind onto the spine of the chair and used a belt to bind them their. He then used another belt to tie my legs to the chair legs. I tested my bonds and he just watched me struggle for a few moments. Seeing I wasn't getting out, I told him he might as well continue with whatever else he planed to do. He plastered a piece of ducktape on my mouth and went up quickly and came back with a gameboy. He played it for an hour it seemed. At times I would struggle and mmph to enjoy the feeling of helplessness. He finally let me go after that. Not much but it was something at least. I have our other experiences written down in my diary but right now I'm done for the night.

Thaught I would post something here. First of all: I'm Andreas and I live in sweden. I did play alot of tie-ups with my best friend Matthew when we were younger and it almost always include our winterstuff like woolscarves, woolhats, sweaters, parka etc.

This specifik time I was with Matthew at his grandparents house and I think we were about 14 yo. We were dressed up as you are when you are visiting your grandparents. Both had trosuers, white shirts with tie and both had sweaters over the shirt.

Now, we were in the basement of the house fooling around when Matthew wanted to tie me up. Since we weren't at home we didn't have our ususal bondagematerial so Matthew had to improvise.

He took of his sweater and his tie, and hi did take of my tie too. I was lie down on a couch and my hands was tied together at my back with my own tie and my feet together with Matthew's tie. The tie was long enough to hogtie me with.

Now, Matthew wanted to blindfold and gag me and looked around in the room and his eyes stopped at his own sweater. The sweater a wooly one, quite fuzzy and grey. He smiled and I was beginning to understand what he was thinking about.

He took his sweater and folded it leaving the sleevs outside. Then he put the folded sweater over my eyes and face, it did cover the hole face down over my chin. He took the sleevs and made a knot behind my neck and brought them back to the front of my face and made a knot over my mouth so the sweater was forced in to my mouth.

This was to much for me, I was trying to get loose but i didn't, and I loved every minute of it. I always have had a fetisch for wooly things and this was one of the best feeling ever:)

Well Matthew helped me to get loose after a while, and we did put on our thing again and went upstairs although Matthew's sweater was a bit wet on the spot of his sweater that was in my mouth.

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Caleb watched me in a polite and curious silence. I dribble the ball twice more and took the shot. The ball hit the rim and bounce off.

Caleb smiled as he saw the shot miss... he had won the bet...

Earlier that day, Caleb and I were sitting in his room, as bored as bored can be. "Want to play a game of HORSE on the Court Ken?" Caleb asked me.

"Sure," I said standing up and walking toward the door. When we got out there Calen asked, "Before we begin, why don't we put a little bet on the game?"

"I would Caleb, but I don't have any money. Sorry." I said.

Caleb smiled and said, "Then why not make it a moneyless bet... the loser has to do whatever the winner says."

I thought about it before saying, "Fine, winner does whatever the loser says." We shook each others hands.

I already knew what I was going to do. If I had won, I would have Caleb doing my chores for a week including homework.

For records sake, at this time, I was 12 and Caleb 13, a year older than me. We were both equal in our basketball skill, so age didn't matter.

To make a long story short, he won by a letter.

"Come with me." he said while picking up the ball and walking inside. I followed him, a little pissed and completely oblivious to what he was going to do.

We went upstairs to his room and he said, "Wait right here," as he shut the door behind him. I turned on the TV and kicked off my shoes. After a few minuets, the TV turned off and I turned around and saw Caleb holding the remote as well as a plastic grocery bag that was full.

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

"Supplies." he said briskly as he put the bag down on the table. "Lay down on your stomach and close your eyes. Remeber, you lost that bet."

I turned on my stomach and closed my eyes and I was told, but I was rather annoyed that he brought the bet up.

A few seconds later he grabbed my arms and tied them together with a coil of rope, he then did so to my ankles.

"What the hell are you doing? Is this my bet punishment? This is disgusting! This is what people do when having sex!" I bitched, and kept ranting and raving until...

Caleb said, "Oh stuff a sock in it!!!" He walked over to his top drawer and pulled our a pair of white crew socks stuffing one in my mouth and using the other to secure it.

He then said,"This is something I have wanted to try, so why not do it on you? I can see that it helps restrain people, and thats all I wanted to know."

He then cut the ropes.

"I'm sorry, but I have wanted to see what would happen for a while." he said.

"It's ok." I said, "Want to play a rematch?"

The End.

RIP TO THE J-MAC CHARACTER
11-25-04

BTW: HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE.

Your story reminded me of something that happened to me when I was younger. I'll post my story soon. Hope you'll share more stories with us!

Skaterdie, what a crappy made up story

Why don’t I believe your parents would let you stay at a 17-year-old girls home with out talking to her parents?

If you want to make it believable and not wet dream on your part. You need to have a good reason for your parents to say yes to that in your story.

Me and Shelly are both seniors and are going to be roomates at college and we hope to be cheerleaders there as well. We like each other and do mess around just for fun. Neither of us have a boyfriend. Anyways, both of our parents were going out for Thanksgiving for the first few days but would be back towards the end of the holidays, so me and Shelly decided to spend the week together. On Monday right when I walked into her house, she was getting out a bunch of bondage materials and I knew where this was going. I didn't want to be tied up or anything, so I gasped and turned to run out of her house. However, she caught up with me, tripped me, and quickly pulled my hands behind my back where she handcuffed them.
"What do you want to do with me this time?" I asked her.
"I was going to propose a game, but if you don't want to play, I'll just keep you tied up all week," she said.
"Fine, I'll play," I said.
"Good!" she said and uncuffed me. "Here's how to play. For 6 hours, we go back and forth tying each other up. The other person has 30 minutes to get free, and if they don't, the other person gets a point, and vice versa. You get one time to use something other than rope. The winner gets to keep the other as a prisoner all week. I'll go first." she said and told me to turn around. She tied my hands behind me, then tied my elbows together, and tied my legs together in 4 places. She then tied my arms to pin them to my back. I couldn't move and she got a point. Then, I used her vacuum bed and placed her in it and sucked all the air out. Of course, she couldn't move and I let her out after some tickling and teasing. The next time, she put me in it and I couldn't move, so she did the same to me and tickled me all over and pinched my breasts. She let me out, and I tied her up with rope, but she got out. It went back and forth, and she ended up winning 6-5. So I was hers for the week. She started by telling me to strip down to my bra and thong which I did.
She handcuffed my hands behind my back and then handcuffed my feet together. She then handcuffed my feet to my hands in a hogtie. Then, she put a ballgag in my mouth and began to tickle and tease me, using me as a footrest while she talked on the phone, and watched TV. She began to feel around on me and rub ice all over my body. Then, she released me and made me sleep in the vacuum bed. When we woke up, she tickled me and played around with me for a while before releasing me. Then, she let me out and put me in her shower where she handcuffed my hands above me and she gave me a shower, and that's all I'm going to say about that. ~_^ Then, she tied my hands behind my back and tied my feet togehter. She took me back into her living room and tied my hands to a post above me, making me lean over forward. There, she took off my bra and told me something that was surprising. "I got something new to torture you with!" she told me and then went and got it.( I don't think I can post it here, so if you want to know, AIM me at lilmelgirl86)
Then, she used everything under the sun, tying me in so many different positions and using all kinds of torture techniques, but none were as good as the one she had that I can't say. =\ Oh well. She would let me watch TV, and she gave me a shower every morning. She even gave me a massage while I was tied face-down with each of my limbs on her bedposts. It was a very fun week. Anyway, she let me out a day early, and we just watched TV until our parents came home.

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RangerOfThe75th
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Thanks all

THE OTHER STUPID IDEA DIDNT INVOLVE A TUTU LIPSTICK EYESHADOW OR A WIG. BUT IT DID INVOLVE A COP AND A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS WHILE ON A RIDE ALONG. I WAS ON A RIDE ALONG WITH A COP. NOTHING MUCH WAS HAPPENING WE WERE JUST TALKING TO EACH OTHER AND I ASKED HIM IF WE HAVE TIME LATER ON CAAND YOU TAKE ME IN AS A PRISONER. AND SURPRISELY HE SAID YES IF WE HAVE TIME. SO THEN LATER ON HE HAD TO STOP TO GET SOMETHING. HE SAID ONCE I GET BACK OUT YOUR GOING TO BE IN CUFFS. LITTLE DID I KNOW HE JUST DID THAT TO CALL MY MOM AND TOLD HER WHATS GOING ON AND SHE SAID JUST LOCK ME UP BUT HE DIDNT TELL ME YET. SO HE GOT BACK OUT AND HE TOLD ME TO GET OUT OF THE CAR AND PUT MY HANDS ON THE HOOD I DID EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TOLD. HE THEN PATTED ME DOWN AND THEN HE GAVE ME MY RIGHTS. WHICH WAS THE COOL PART. HE THEN TOOK MY RIGHT HAND AND PUT IT BEHIND MY BACK AND THEN REACHED FOR HIS CUFFS AND THEN PLACED THEM ON MY RIGHT HAND AND DID THE SAME THING TO MY LEFT. HE THEN DOUBLE LOCKED IT SO IT WOULDNT FURTHER TIGHTEN. HE THEN OPENED THE SIDE BACK DOOR AND HELPED ME IN AND THEN SHUT IT. WHEN WE WERE ON OUR WAY TO THE STATION HE SAID I CALLED YOUR MOM WHILE I WAS GETTING SOMETHING AND TOLD WHAT WAS GOING ON AND SHE SAID JUST LOCK ME UP FOR THE NIGHT. WHEN WE GOT TO THE STATION HE GRABBED MY ARM SO I WOULDNT TRIP. HE THEN UNCUFFED ME SO HE COULD TAKE MY PRINTS. THEN HE PUT THEM BACK ON IN FRONT OF ME FOR THE PICTURE. HE SAID YOUR GOING TO YOUR CELL NOW. HE OPENED A DOOR WHERE THERE WAS MANY OTHER DOORS. HE OPENED ONE OF THEM AND THEN TOOK OFF MY CUFFS. AND THEN SHUT THE DOOR BEHIND ME. SO I HAD TO SLEEP IN THERE FOR THE NIGHT AND THEN IN THE MORNING HE TOOK ME HOME AND AS A JOKE HE LOCKED MY HANDS IN FRONT OF ME BUT I GOOT TO RIDE IN THE FRON SEAT.

Also wanted to know if there was anyone from nevada or las vegas on this board?

GOOD BYE TO THE PEOPLE WHO CARE AND TOOK THE TIME TO READ MY POSTINGS.

RIP T.G.
11-30-04

one suggestion - unless you were still cuffed whlie posting, try without the Caps Lock next time, it's a lot easier to read.

I'd suggeset that ALL CAPS POSTS be handcuff-hogtied overnight as punishment, but on this board that would probably result in a LOT MORE of it ;-)

T.G., J-mac who else will be forced to retire from this page next???