I WAS SITTING AROUND ONE DAY. I WAS DOING NOTHING AND THEN MY GIRLFRIEND AND SAID COME ON OVER. SO I DID. WHEN I GOT THERE SHE LET ME IN WE WERE JUST TALKING. THEN SHE SAID "YOU KNOW HOW YOU TIED ME UP LAST WEEK" I SAID "YEAH" THEN SHE SAID "CAN I TIE YOU UP PLEASE." I ASKED HER "WHAT WILL YOU USE" SHE SAID "JUST HANDCUFFS" THEN SHE SAID "WAIT HERE"

SHE WENT AWAY AND THEN CAME BACK AND TOLD ME TO PUT MY HANDS BEHIND MY BACK WHICH I DID SHE THEN CUFFED BOTH OF MY HANDS. THEN SHE SAID "STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE I'LL BE RIGHT BACK" SHE THEN CAME BACK WITH A BAG ON THEN DUMPED IT ON THE COUCH NEXT TO ME AND I NOTICED IT WAS HERE MAKEUP. I ASKED "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT." SHE SAID "IM GOING TO PUT MY MAKEUP ON I HAVENT HAD A CHANCE TO YET." ONCE SHE WAS FINISHED SHE THEN SAID TO ME "YOU WHAT ME DO TO THAT TO YOU....O WAIT YOUR HANDCUFFED I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT TO YOU" SO SHE STARTED APPLYING EYELINER TO ME FIRST I STARTED TO STRUGGLE BUT SHE THEN SAID "UNLESS YOU WANT YOUR EYE POKED OUT I THINK YOU SHOULD STOP STRUGGLING" I DID THAT. SHE FINISHED THE EYELINER THEN SHE PUT BLUE EYE SHADOW ON ME. THEN SHE PUT MASCRACA ON ME THEN BLUSH. SHE THEN PLUCKED MY EYEBROWS WHICH HURT LIKE HECK. THEN SHE PUT BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK ON ME AND WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER SHE PUT LIPGLOSS ON ME. SHE THEN WENT INTO HER ROOM CAME BACK WITH A LITTLE BOTTLE I COULDNT FIGURE OUT WHAT IT WAS, A BOTTLE OF PERFUME, A WIG, AND SHE ALSO HAD SOMETHING IN HER WALLET. THE LITTLE BOTTLE TURNED OUT TO BE BABY BLUE NAIL POLISH BUT SHE SAID "THATS FOR LATER." PUT SHE SPRAYED ME WITH THE PERFUME AND IT MADE ME SMELL LIKE A GIRL AND THEN PUT THE BLONDE WIG THAT WENT ALL THE WAY DOWN TO MY SHOULDERS. SHE THEN TOOK ME TO A MIRROR SO I COULD LOOK AT MYSELF AND I THOUGHT I LOOKED OK. SHE THEN SAID "SMILE" I TURNED AROUND AND SHE TOOK A PICTURE OF AND I COULDNT BLOCK IT BECAUSE MY HANDS WERE CUFFED. SHE SAID "UNLESS YOU WANT THIS PRINTED YOU HAVE TO DO EXACTLY WHAT I SAY" SO I AGREED SO WE WENT TO THE GARAGE TO HER BUICK. I WENT TO THE PASSENGER SIDE DOOR THINKING THATS WHERE I WAS GOING TO GO AND SHE SAID "NO." I ASKED "WHERE AM I GOING TO GO THEN" SHE SAID "IN HERE" AS SHE WAS OPENING THE TRUNK. I SAID "NO" SHE SAID "OK THEN THIS PICTURE IS GOING TO BE DEVELOPED" I DIDNT WANT TO BE EMBARRASSED SO RELUCTLEY I GOT IN THE TRUNK. SHE THEN SAID "ARE YOU COMFORTABLE" WITH A SMIRK ON HER FACE.

AS SHE SLAMMED THE TRUNK LID SHUT. SHE THEN WENT INTO THE BACK SEAT AND OPENED THE LITTLE COMPARTMENT WHERE YOU CAN SEE INTO THE TRUNK. SHE THEN WENT INTO THE DRIVERS SEAT AND STARTED TO DRIVE. I ASKED HER "WHERE ARE WE GOING" SHE SAID "TO MY FRIENDS HOUSE" WE WERE DRIVING AROUND FOR A WHILE AND THEN I NOTICED WE WERE GOING UP A DRIVEWAY AND INTO A GARAGE. SHE GOT OUT WHERE SHE SAID "HI" TO HER FRIEND. HER FRIEND SAID "WHERE IS JOHN" ASHLEY MY GIRLFRIEND SAID "HES IN THE TRUNK" WHICH MADE HER LAUGH. SHE THEN UNLOCKED THE TRUNK AND HELPED ME OUT. HER FRIEND TURNED OUT TO BE CHARITY. WHEN SHE GOT ONE LOOK AT MY FACE SHE LAUGHED. CHARITY ASKED "DID YOU DO HIS NAILS YET" ASHLEY SAID "NO I WANT TO DO IT TOGETHER" THEY BROUGHT ME INTO THE HOUSE. THEY THEN BROUGHT ME TO A CHAIR. WHERE THEY UNCUFFED ME AND THEN MADE ME SIT DOWN AS THEY THEN TIED MY HANDS TO EACH SIDE OF THE CHAIR WITH TAPE THEY DID THE SAME THING TO MY FEET. CHARITY THEN GOT ANOTHER BOTTLE OF NAIL POLISH WHICH WAS PINK OF ALL COLORS. CHARITY PAINTED MY TOES AND ASHELY PAINTED MY FINGERS AND I ALL I COULD DO WAS JUST LET THEM DO IT OR THEY WERE GOING TO PRINT THAT PICTURE. ONCE THAT COAT DRIED THEY PUT ANOTHER COAT ON. THEY PUT A TOTAL OF 4 COATS ON. ASHLEY ASKED "SOMETHINGS MISSING" CHARITY SAID "YEAH I KNOW ILL BE RIGHT BACK" SHE CAME BACK WITH 2 BOTTLES OF SPARKLES. CHARITY THEN SMELT ME AND ASKED ASHLEY "WHY DOES HE SMELL FUNNY" ASHLEY SAID "I PUT PERFUME ON HIM" WHICH MADE CHARITY LAUGH. THEY THEN PUT A COAT OF SPARKELS ON MY BOTH OF MY TOES AND FINGERS. ASHELY SAID "THERES ONE MORE THING WE NEED TO PUT ON YOU" CHARITY ASKED "WHAT" ASHLEY SAID "YOUR SCHOOL GIRL UNIFORM" SHE SAID "O ILL BE RIGHT BACK ILL GO GET IT" SHE THEN CAME BACK WITH SHOES A SKIRT A SHIRT AND THEN THEY PUT IT ON ME. AND THEN THEY LET ME GO.

If you wanna chat with me sometime, please let me know and we work something out:)

Typing in all caps is the internet equivalent to shouting, not to mention that it's unpleasant to read. If you're going to post, please don't do it with the capslock on, and please use at least an attempt at proper capitalization and punctuation. It's not really that hard, and it makes your stories pleasant to read — and more likely, better received as well.

So why not make them (the stories, not the audience) appealing to the widest possible target (the audience, not the stories)? If allcaps posts (face it, netiquette aside it's been proven that allcaps is harder to read than Upper/lower, otherwise newspapers would be allcaps) detract from the enjoyment or comprehension, why not take the extra few seconds? A Christmas present wrapped in dirty newspaper just wouldn't be the same.

Blame the recipient if you will, but a clean presentation makes a difference. Blame the boss who doesn't hire you cuz u cant spel on ur aplicashun and ware dirty jeenz, but it's his decision - and you're still out of a job even if he's square.

That said, notice I didn't insult the allcaps poster, only suggested it would be easier to read his story with Conventional Capitalization. To the person who (misspelled) that "it's stupid.." your're not getting your message across either. Someone is trying to contribute (thanks!) but needs a little help getting the message across. Encourage, don't discourage.

To the writers, think about the audience. Uou want them to read your story, right (else why are you posting here - never mind)? They've heard "Don't judge a book by its cover", sure. But don't ignore the title either.

This board, like any, is really about ego - whose story is cool, who can tell it so that others are interested. The best tie-up-game story that isn't understandable because of grammar and (no) punctuation and bad spelin and allcaps is a waste - we need more good stories, and good stories told well.

Here's my contribution - I don't have a lof of stories (I wish), but I can IMNSHO write reasonably well. If you have a story to tell, but can't, or can't be bothered, to do the capitalizashun and spelin stuff, no problem. Say so, I'll give you my email, send me your story and I'll edit and proofread it. Send it back to you for approval and let you post whichever version you think is best. You be the judge.

I just want to see more stories posted. If you don't like my edits, delete them and post your version, no charge, your money cheerfully refunded. How's that for an offer?

Finding out about sister- Part 1

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 and J said “No you can’t co—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 6-7 seconds. She even had a shoelace string looped around her big toes topped of in a decorative bow. 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 m 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.

Part 2-
It was another two weeks before I would get a chance to tie J up and during this time I had decided I would surprise her by tying her up in her sleep. Two weeks is a long time, and I had gotten this well planned out. I even snuck into her room while she was sleeping and gently rolled her onto her back without her waking up. I had known she was a deep sleeper, but I didn’t know if I could move her around without her waking up, but this test proved it.
The day came when my father was away on a business trip, and my mom was going out early and was going to come home particularly late, which gave me about 17 hours to work with. Just in case, I’d free her about an hour before my mother came home just to be on the safe side. I set my alarm for 4:30am, which would be about an hour before my mother left for the day.
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 start to turn around, and thin 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 GOING ON!!!!” And from the frantic Mmphing coming from inside her room, I knew this was bad…

To Be Continued

Part 3-
“WHAT THE F*** IS GOING ON!!!!” And from the frantic Mmphing coming from inside her room, I knew this was bad…

(I got permission from J(Jessica) and S(Sarah) to use their actual names in the story this time)

I had gotten to the top of the stairs, and was about to start some complete bulls*** explanation when S started giggling. I had moved past her into J’s bedroom and was taking off J’s gag when S burst into full out laughter. I mean this was crazy. This was the kind of laughter that usually only occurs when someone is being tickled. Now, it was like she was being tickled from a thousand places, but the strangest thing was that she was doing it to herself. Sarah was someone I had never seen her laugh, EVER. This girl seemed to always have business to attend to. I had never understood why my sister, who laughs all the time for no reason at all, got along so well with someone who was always so serious. But now the once serious Sarah was now rolling on the floor laughing. Jessica now without her gag joined her in an unceasing laugh-off. I have to say though it was funny watching my hogtied sister roll around on her bed. I took a seat and waited for the madness to stop. “So youuuuu did this?” Sarah said looking at me “Well, uh yeah…” I said giving little thought to saying anything else (lying wouldn’t work, Sarah just knew these things. And it was so obvious that I can’t see someone as smart as her missing it). “You did this? HaH! You must be more intuitive than I thought. Jessica, did you let this happen?” Jessica (who was now lying on her side) “Not really” this wasn’t a complete lie as I had tied her up in her sleep. “You did a good job Eric.” She casually picked up the gag and examined it. “And you gagged her too?” I was still taken aback by her casual (if you call hysterical laughter casual) response to all of this but I said “Yes” with a little more confidence. Sarah sat down on the edge of the bed and lifted Jessica’s chin. “Open wide!” Jessica was about as surprised as I was and said “No, but-“ Sarah pinched her hard and she opened her mouth to say Ouch but barely got to say anything as Sarah took this opportunity to re gag Jessica. She Mmphed argumentatively but that made no difference as Sarah had taken control. One look in her eyes told me that I was no longer in control. Knowing this, I decided to stand by and see how these events unfolded. Sarah grabbed my bag of materials (I guess it was pretty obvious what it’s contents were) and pulled out a wool scarf that I usually used to either secure someone’s wrists to their back or ankles. Sarah however folded it over widthwise and used it to blindfold Jessica. “Wouldn’t want you being able to anticipate anything now would we, J Hmmm”Sarah actually calls Jessica J as do I and most of my family (pronounced Jay if that wasn’t damn obvious enough lol.?) J ( I’ll go back to calling her J now) responded with more Mmphing. Sarah then climbed onto the bed and straddled J’s Knees and while hugging J’s legs close to her with one hand, she went to town with her nails on the bottom of J’s unbelievably ticklish soles. J screamed with laughter as best as she could with her gag on, but Sarah didn’t stop there. She continued to run her fingers up and down J’s exposed belly as her shirt rode up while she thrashed about as wildly as one could in a strict hogtie. Now after maybe 15 minutes of exhausting every ticklish spot on J’s body, Sarah finally gave her a break. I saw this as my opportunity to get Sarah. Digging into my supply bag as Sarah watched our panting captive; I took out maybe 6 feet of rope and positioned myself behind Sarah. Before I could pounce, Sarah looked back at me and said, “If you want to time me up, you could just ask”. Now Sarah has never ceased to amaze me even to this day, and I tell you that this girl is a fully able mind reader. She’s so good at it, it’s not funny. Damn, it even scares me sometimes. Once again I was sent fumbling for words, but I pulled myself together, and said “well, um, yeah…” Sarah stood up and smiled saying “now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Sarah then kneeled down facing away from me and crossed her wrists behind her back. I wasted no time in binding her wrists, and I used the remaining rope to secure her wrists to her waist. Tying her ankles separately, I decided to get straight to tickling her. Sarah was wearing a pair of low cut jeans which showed the top strings of the pink thong she was wearing, and a tight black t-shirt which didn’t quite cover her belly button. Even though I was only 13 and Sarah was 15, I thought she looked incredibly sexy, and the fact that she was bound at my mercy made her seem even sexier. Now off on an ego trip, (never a good thing when dealing with controlling someone. But I was there, so I got to work. Taking of her shoes and socks, I began to tickle her feet, first slow then fast one foot then the other. Although she was not quite as receptive as my sister, she was laughing almost as much. I continued this method, advancing to alternate between her sides and armpits and back to her feet. I know I had done it for at least 20 minutes, probably longer because when you’re the tormenter, you can lose track of time. But I didn’t go too far, I just toyed with the line between fun and actual torture. And she told me she enjoyed every minute of it. Well, at least after she stopped giggling. After I had stopped tickling Sarah, I asked her if she would like to watch T.V. downstairs. She said “Alright, but only if you don’t untie me.” I laughed and said “not a problem, not a problem at all…” And after telling Jessica I’d be right back for her, I lifted Sarah over my shoulder (she was pretty light also) snd set her down on the couch downstairs. Returning to Jessica, I undid her hogtie and gag and sat her down next to Sarah on the couch, before turning on the television. We watched a few movies before I reluctantly began to untie them as our time drew to a close. I remember Sarah saying before she left that she would have to “return the favor, and that she was looking forward to our next meeting” And she definitely did return the favor later that month, but that’s another story. This was just the first of quite a few of these such experiences with my sister Jessica and her friend Sarah

I love this Forum, and hope to read stories about childhood bondage experiences for time to come. KEEP THE STORIES COMING!!!

I hope you dance....I hope you dance.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance,
Livin' might mean takin' chances but they're worth takin',
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin',
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin' out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

Dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance..
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)

WE ALL MISS YOU!

One day after my mom got home from cheerleading for the Dallas Cowboys, she whent to a chair in our living room to sit on and watch other NFL games. Me planning this invasion for quite a while, thought today was the day to bring it to full throttle. I came up behind her, quickly got her arms behind the wood chair, taped them together, and also her upper arms too. She then said what the f***k are you doing to me peter? I didn't answer i just proceeded in what i was doing.

She started saying all these bad cuss words, and i finally decided that a tape gag wouldn't hurt. So i got a wad of a handerchief, inserted it into her mouth, and wrapped the duct tape around her head about a half dozen times. She protested but couldn't say a word, and she knew there was nothing in her power she could do to stop me.

I then took the duct tape and wrapped it about and below her big buxom breasts about a dozend times to assure myself that she couldn't move her upper body at all. I then taped up her ankles, and the same thing with her knees.

When i went around to see her pretty face (yes, i'm kinda weird for thinking of my mom that way, so sue me) she had that look of, i'm going to get you sooner or later, you can bet on that. I kept her like that for about 4 hours.

Then i heard a doorbell ring, and quickly looked through the window to see who it was. It was my gf Sonaz. I then ussured her in, but right when she say my mother tied up and gagged with duct tape, she knew she was definitely in for it.

I then whent right behind her, and tightly handgagged her and held her hands behind her back with my one muscular hand. I led her to a stool. I told her to stand on it or else, she had observed earler that there was a long pole with aother pole hanging horizontally glued to it (kind of like a light pole you see in your regular neighborhood) I quickly tied her hands up with rope, her feet, and then plastered a piece of duct tape over her soft, sexy lips.

I then got some rope took it around her neck, and tied it to a pole (like hangman), kind of telling her DON'T MOVE OR YOU DIE. My mom and gf were like that for 3 hours.

One question - you both tickled her, but was she barefoot as well, or did you not tickle her feet?

which i did he then told me to put my hands on the hood. which i did he then patted me down. he then told me "you have the right to remain silent anything you say or do will be held against in a court of law" he said jokely. we both started to laugh. he then pulled my left hand behind my back and then reached for his cuffs and then placed a cuff on it and repeated the same process with my right arm.

he then did something to them. i asked him what was he doing he said im double locking them so they wont tighten even more against you.

he then opened the side back passengers door. he asked are you sure you want me to put you in there because once your in there im going to put in a jail once we get back to the station. i said yes.

he then placed one hand on my head and one on my bicep and then helped me in. he then put the seatbelt so now i was really stuck in there. he then shut the door and got in his side and started to drive back to the station. i asked him are you going to take my prints and photo. he said yes im also putting you in a cell. i shivered.

when we got back to the station. he told everybody what was going on. he then took my cuffs off so he could take my prints. he took my prints and then put the cuffs back on me. i asked him why he did that. he said standard procedure i said ok. he then took my mugshot off me. he then took me to my cell. it was real old fashion barred one. he pushed me into it and took off cuffs and then shut the door behind me.

he came back 30 mintues later and said i called your mom to tell her what was going on and she said since its summer your locked in there for the night. he then opened my cell door. then put the cuffs back on in front off me. i asked him where we going he then said to get your uniform. he made me wear a orange prison uniform. then he took me back to my cell. i was in there for about another 3 hours when he then took me out again to eat.

then i had to sleep in a jail cell by myself which was good. he then took me out in the morning i asked him if i was going home and he said no. i asked why. he said 2 reasons you havent appeared in front of a judge yet because normally when your arrested you have to appear in front of a judge. i asked and the other. when i called your mom she said i dont care what you do.

so i asked what am i being charged for he said attemted robbbery. he said your hearing is in a half an hour but the courthouse is not in this building so we have to drive. he then brought me out handcuffed in front and helped me into the police car and then we drove to the courthouse which was like 2 miles down the road and i pleaded incident in front of the judge

my sentencing was i had to spend another night in jail. so i did that and after the that night i was able to finally go home in my regular clothes. he allowed me to keep my prints and picture but i still think he made a copy of it.

After school today at about 2:20, i walked home, and as usual caught up with sonaz my gf. And then came along her friend demi.

When we got to my gf's house me and my gf sat on the couch together (her laying down accross the bed, her head laying on my lap, and i could see her two plump, big breasts under her shirt). I then started hearing demi slowly walking up to us, but didn't think anything about it. But she quickly handgagged my gf sonaz, rolled the duct tape she had in her hand about 6 times around sonaz's head (only over lips), and duct taped her wrists and her upper arms together, followed by her rolling tape over sonaz's chest, and around her bound arms, over and under her breasts about 4-5 times. So her hands were securely bound to her back and helpless. She then let sonaz wonder around the house like that.

Then came me, she first handgagged me, because i didn't notice her doing that to sonaz, because i was to caught up in a high school football game. She sat me up and did the same exact thing she did to sonaz. She then let me roam around the house like sonaz was.

After 2 hours of just me and sonaz, bound and gagged waist up, wandering around the house, we were finally called to sonaz's basement.

There, in the basement, were two poles going vertically up and down to the wall and ground. She first took sonaz and taped her upper body to the pole, and then taping her ankles, and knee area, and finally taping her lower body to the pole.

She then did the exact same thing to me.

We were left there for about 4 hours, her changing our gag about every 30 minutes.

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Then I feel a hand go tightly around my mouth and something go into my back. She said if you do anything stupid you will regret it. She then told me to put my hands in the air. I then felt them being putlled behind me. Then i heard a clicking sound as I realized that I had been handcuffed. She the brought me into her room. Where she had a Cheer Uniform, her makeup, a couple bottles of nail polish, a wig, and bra and panties. I asked her what are you going to do with that stuff. She said Its not what im going to do. Its what your going to going to do. what am i going to do i asked. she said your going to wear it. since i was handcuffed there was no way i could resist. she then un-cuffed me and she still had the thing into my back. she then told me to remove all my clothing which i did i also had to shave my legs. the first thing i had to put on was panties then the bra which she stuffed will something. she then told me to put the skirt which i did. then she made me put a t-shirt on.

then she brought me over to a chair as she tied each hand separately with tape. she did the same to my legs. she then calmy applied red lipstick eye shadow blush eye liner lipgloss i got the works done. she then painted my nails a clear color i couldnt figure out what it was i asked her and she said pink. she then placed the wig on my head. she then said "smile" and she took a picture which i did smile by accident. she then said Ill be right back. she came back in her uniform. she then said are you ready. i said ready for what. she said to cheer silly your dressed up like a cheerleader. she continued to say if you dont cheer im going to show this picture to your friends. i said ok. she untied me and we went out into the garage to her car. we got in and went to the game. when we got there all the other cheerleades laughed and i was givin pom pom. so after the game they let me go.

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Happy Holidays, everyone.

And yea does Jmack have some sort of fan club set up where people with no life wait around to update us on his every move.

Did that sitter ever watch you again after that, and if so, any more tie-up/tape-ups?

P.S. - the first kid i taped up was wearing a gray shirt, black sweatpants, and Hanes socks. the second one was wearing a blue shirt with jeans, and Champoin white socks that have gray heels, toes, and bottom of the foot.

And have you ever taped/tied anyone barefoot? I just can't leave socks on someone who's nicely tied. then... maybe a little tickling?

It was a hot day in the middle of summer, the first sunny day in two weeks. All of my summer clothes were dirty with mudd from playing in the rain, and since it was my responsibility to do my own laundry, and I rarely did, all I could find to wear was a white T-shirt and a black wrestling singlet with yellow stripes on each side. It was an odd outfit, but it looked almost normal, and was better than muddy clothes. I was also wearing a pair of all-stars, with no socks (they were all dirty as well). The all-stars were muddy as well, but I had no choice, I had to wear shoes. I was 12 years old, average height, blond hair (bowl cut) and blue eyes.

David, who was 12 at the time, had parents who actually took care of him and made sure he had clean clothes, especially when spending the day with someone who could potentially report them to the child protection agency. He was wearing a tighter than usual but still loose fitting black shirt with a large red star on the front, and a gray pair of tight fitting denim shorts which went down to his knees, and ordinary shoes I presume, as I don't remember anything about them. He had long brown hair that went down to his sholders, but was shaved up to the top of his head (so that the hair was hanging down to his sholders from the top of his head). He also had brown eyes, and was an inch or two shorter than me, whatever than is.

Since there were two of us, but only one of us could sit in the back seat, officer Jones suggested that I sit in the front seat and later after lunch David could sit in the front. So I sat in the front and David sat in the back. I really wanted to sit in the back too, but I didn't want to be disrespectful and make officer Jones have to sit in front by himself.

For the first half hour we just drove around. He ran some people's plates, but nothing interesting at all was going on. Then we parked somewhere for a while and watched for speeders. After about 10 minutes we went to pull someone over. "Finally some action" I though, but I was wrong. He got out of the car, returned and ran the woman's license, then went and talked to her for about five minutes and that was it. It was turning out to be fairly boring, however David for whatever reason was enjoying it, so I didn't ask to go home early.

After about an hour it was time for officer Jones' lunch, so we went to McDonalds and he bought us lunch. We were talking while we ate and I asked about when kids go to jail, if they have to go to school, if they still get recess, etc. He told me that they still have to go to school, and they get recreation time as well, but how much they get depends on how well behaved they are. He said we might be able to go tour the juvenile jail after lunch if we wanted, he'd just have to call the jail and make sure it wouldn't be a problem. David thought this was an excellent idea, and I thought it at least had to be more fun than riding around aimlessly for another two hours.

As we were heading back to the car David asked if he could be handcuffed. I thought this was a silly question since cops are only allowed to use their handcuffs on criminals, but as I soon found out, there's aparently no such rule. Officer Jones told David to put his hands on the car, and he patted him down, then cuffed his hands behind his back. Officer Jones asked if I would like to be handcuffed as well. I had always liked handcuffs, I had a pair of metal (although not police) handcuffs at home, and I always wondered what it would be like to be in real police handcuffs. So I said "yes" and he did the same to me. Then he put us both in the back of the police crusier and put our seat belts on us, then shut the door.

Being handcuffed while locked in the back of a police crusier was just awesome. Officer Jones called the juvenile jail on his radio and to ask if they had time for a tour. This was just awesome, there I was handcuffed and going to jail, even if just for a visit. Thinking about how awesome it was I wasn't paying attention, and so a few minutes later I asked if we were going, and he said "yes."

Once we got to the jail officer Jones asked if we wanted out of our handcuffs yet. I was going to say "yes" so as not to look like I enjoyed them too much, but first David said "no" and so I said "no" as well. So he left the cuffs on and we went on our tour.

He showed us around, showing us the recreation room, the shower room, holding cells and finally showed us an actual cell. It was pretty bare, it had a small plastic table attached to a wall, an plastic cylinder in front for a seat, an raised surface for a bed with just a bare foam matress on top with a molded in pillow, and a stainless steel toilet with a sink on top.

David asked if we could be locked in the cell for a while. Officer Jones asked if that was OK with me, and I said yes, and so he locked us in.

We walked around (what little there was to walk around), sat on the stool, and layed down on the bed, etc., just having fun being locked up and handcuffed.

After what must have been 15 minutes or so, but which seemed like almost no time at all, officer Jones returned, to my disappointment. He said that he had called our parents and told them what they were doing, and our parents had said that he could keep us in jail for as long as we wanted, since they certainly didn't want us to return wanting to be sent to jail.

He asked how long we would like to stay for. David thought for a second, then said "two weeks!" Officer Jones asked if two weeks was good for me. I replied "does the police department really have the resources to keep the two of us in jail for two weeks, just for fun? Do you honestly expect me to believe that a police officer would allow innocent kids to remain in a cell overnight, even at their own request? Do you honestly think that David and I won't become completely bored of this and beg to be released after a few hours?"

Officer Jones just looked at me and said "shut up and enjoy the story, spandex boy. It'll all just barely make sense in the end." So I just said "yeah, sure, whatever."

Officer Jones then brought some leg irons into the room and placed them on David and I, then he shut the door and left.

David and I sat on the bed and talked for a while, then we became bored, and I really had to go to the bathroom, otherwise I was going to wet myself. So we began looking for a way to remove the handcuffs. I found that I could slip my hands under my behind and around in front of me, and David was able to do the same. Even so, I still had to remove my shirt and wrestling singlet so that I could go. While I was trying to figure this out David decided he needed to go, and hearing the sound of urine going into the toilet only made me have to go worse. Eventually I was able to take of my shirt leaving it hanging on my handcuffs, and somewhat try to do the same with the singlet, but I was just barely able to do so, and even then only with David's help.

After some time I was wondering if we were ever going to get to play in that recreation room. However, eventually the lights went off in our cell, so we figured we had better go to sleep. Problem was there was only one bed, and everything else was hard concrete. After discussing it for a while, we decided to both sleep on the bed and just never tell anyone about it. So much for that I guess.

After a while we fell asleep.

Then we awoke to officer Jones coming into our cell along with another officer. He said that we were supposed to keep our hands behind our backs, and that since we didn't, we'd have to be punished. He grabbed David and the other officer grabbed me and they took us to an empty room. Here they locked our handcuffs to rings on the walls above our heads, with our faces to the wall. I looked over at David and he looked scared as hell, and I looked back at officer Jones and saw that had a whip. Officer Jones hit David with the whip in the back and David yelled. Officer Jones hit him again and he yelled again and began crying loudly. I tried desperatly to get free but there was nothing I could do except yell "you can't do this, this is child abuse." Then the other officer yelled at me to shup up, but I continued to yell, trying to get help from someone. Then the other officer grapped a stun gun and came towards me and jammed it into the side of my torso...

I awoke to David punching me in the side of my torso yelling "wake the fuck up already." I usually don't have nightmares, but when I do, they're something awful. I then tried to get back to sleep, but it was somewhat difficult, mostly because I was incredibly hungry.

In the morning the lights in our cell came back on, and we just sat there for a couple of hours. We began to wonder if they had forgotten we were in there. Officer jones said that kids got three meals a day, had to go to school, and got to play in the recreation area, but we hadn't seen anyone since about 2:00 P.M. the previous day.

I needed to use the toilet again, and after some playing around I figured out there was a way that I could remove my shirt even with the handcuffs on. All I had to do was slide the sleeve of the shirt through the handcuff, remove it from my arm, then slide it back through the cuff to the rest of the shirt. I did the same with the top of the wrestling singlet, and considering the difficulty of doing so, and especially since it required help from David, I just left the top of the singlet down and wore it like shorts, and put my shirt back on.

We sat in the cell for hours and hours, and at one point even saw through the small window that there were kids playing outside, yet there we were still in the cell. We figured they must have forgotten about us. We started to wonder how long we were going to be in there. Would we be there until we starved to death?

Eventually the lights went off again, and at that point we were certain they had forgotten about us. We screamed and yelled and screamed some more, and eventually got someone's attention. They told us that the didn't know we were in there (obviously), and so they took us to get some food.

They removed our handcuffs and leg irons and we sat down to eat. It was just ordinary prison food, but after having not eaten anything for more than a day, it was great to be eating anything at all. They made sure we ate until we were stuffed, I guess they felt bad about forgetting about us.

When we were done eating one of the officers said "ok, let's go get you a shower then." I thought it was odd they wouldn't just take us straight home now, but I needed one anyway, so I went along.

When we got to the shower room I saw that it had individual stalls, but there were no doors. I wasn't about to go along with this, but before I could ask to go home, one of the guards placed two orange jump suits and two paper grocery bags on a bench and told us to put our old clothes in the bag and put the jump suit on when we were done. At this point I figured out they wern't going to let us go home. I asked "when do we get to go home?" The guard said "What, do you think that just because you were forgotten about for a day you get to go home early? You'll get to go home when your sentence is over." I couldn't believe it. We really were there for two weeks.

David and I undressed, which was really weird, undressing in front of a friend, and other strangers as well. We put our clothes in the provided bags, and a guard wrote our names on our bags and took them away. I took the quickest shower I could, as I was in a hurry to get my clothes back on, only I couldn't, I had to wear that orange jump suit now.

When I went to pick it up I realized it wasn't a jump suit at all, it was a pair of orange pants and an orange shirt. I put on the underwear they gave me, which again was a new experiece as I had never worn underwear that someone else had worn before. Then I put the orange pants on. They fit rather snugly, but not tightly, just tighter than pants that I usually wore. The shirt was an orange T-shirt, which again was tighter than what I usually wore, but not too tight.

Once I had my uniform on one of the gards came over and placed handcuffs on me. I then stood there and watched as David finished putting his clothes on and was then handcuffed.

Then they walked us down a hall to another hall of cells. We stopped in front of one and they told us that they would let us sleep in late since it was now 1:00 in the morning. One of the guards turned me to face the wall next to the door and removed my handcuffs. I walked into the cell and he shut the door behind me. I turned around expecting to see David but he wasn't there. It hadn't occured to me that they would keep us in different cells, but that's what they were doing.

At this point I wanted to go home. Being locked in handcuffs and taken to jail was fun, but only when it was a game. Doing so for two weeks wasn't going to be any fun at all. I wondered why David had to say two weeks. Why not two days? Two hours would have been pleanty.

I was quite tired, so I used the toilet and layed down in bed. As I lay there in bed I wondered what the next two weeks were going to be like. I figured they couldn't be as bad as this day, since at least we'd get to leave our cells during the day, and get regular meals and play time and school, but even so the thought of being in jail for two weeks was kind of scary. Thinking about the situation I was in I found it difficult to go to sleep. It was as if my brain just couldn't rest until it figured out how something like this could happen. It just didn't make any sense. It seemed like I was awake the entire night, although I can't know for sure since I did eventually get to sleep.

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Anyway, that's all I'm going to write for now. If you like my story and want me to continue, then by all means post "Please, continue!" or something.

But you´d better keep them cuffed (for their own good, of course! *g*)
And their shirts will cause trouble when they have to be punished. So off with them! It´s warm enough in there.

The day of the picnic, we set up in the back parking lot with our bins, ready to take on anyone who thought they wanted a piece. Well, while we were waiting and watching, three of my female friends -- Monica, Kelly, and Julie -- came running by and tipped one of our bins over, causing a whole bunch of them to break open.

"What the hell?? Get them!!" shouted my friend Jim. A few of us broke off into a sprint to chase them, and the girls split up. I followed Monica until I caught her not far from our baseball field, and dragged her into the dugout. (She was wearing a white tank top, jean shorts, and sneakers with white trainers)I sat her down on the benches, and used my belt to strap her ankles together. I then pulled her feet up and pulled the laces out of her sneakers, so I could use them to tie her wrists behind her. When I'd done that, I smiled devilishly at her.

"Now, I'm going to tickle you a minute for every balloon you guys broke!" I told her. I pulled her loose sneakers off, revealing her pretty feet in their white trainers. I grinned wickedly as my fingers crawled like mad over the soft, thin socks, scratching mostly around her arches, sometimes jumping to the balls or heels of her feet. She screamed with laugher, thrashing back and forth on the benches, almost fallling off a few times. I held her ankles with one hand, and with the other, I continued to torment her for several minutes. Then, I looked over to see Jim walking around the corner, carrying Kelly, who had her hands and ankles bound with tape, over his shoulder.

"Get her in the car," he said, "We've got some plans for them.."

--to be continued--

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Hi, I’m a 17 year old teenager living in England, iv always found women tied up a turn on, I’v always seemed to have a soft spot for tape, I just find it so sexy, the way it looks, sounds feels etc. Anyway this happened about a year ago, I work part time in a large store that sells most electrical products (TVs, DVDs, Computers Etc.) I work in the large warehouse at the back of the store, well I say work, I’v found a secluded corner towards the back where they seem to keep the empty boxes of display products, no one hardly ever goes down there, I basically come into work, pretend to look busy for a few minuets to please the manager then sit around there for a few hours, reading a magazine or something until its time time for me to leave, I get paid to do nothing, of course every so often I have to make it look like im doing work, but where I sit and do nothing is surrounded by a wall of boxes, no one can see me there, its perfect. Where is this going I hear you ask??? Well mainly the people that work in the warehouse are bunch of spot infested geeky teens, how could I believe my luck when I came into work on that moday afternoon to find the new Christmas temp to be an attractive 16 year old girl, she had brown hair, brown eyes, she was quite tall and had quite large breasts for a girl her age, she was gorgeous. Her name was amy, she was in her final year at school (I was in my first year of college), I was asked to take her “under my wing” I basically showed her what she needed to know, then my lil corner. We got on pretty well and she was a great laugh to talk to, we shared a lot of interests and were able to have a joke together.

Anyway one day we ended up talking about 24 (the tv series not the number!!!) and how Elisha Cuthbert spent most of the 1st series bound and gagged with tape, of course she went on to say
“oh yeah like she couldn’t just break the tape and get free” (oh she was just begging for it) so
I said to her with a huge smile on my face “oh and I suppose you could have???”
“Of course I could” she said confidently
This was my chance
“prove it” I said looking around for any tools that may come in handy, being a warehouse we were surrounded by bubble wrap, large price tags and brown parcel tape.
“watcha gonna do tie me up???” she said raising her eyebrows
“maybe” I replied slowly (trying so hard to keep the smile from my face)
“id like to see you try” those were the words I had waited to hear, I dropped the magazine I was reading and dived at her and wrestled her to the ground and started tickling her, she burst into fits of laughter as I rolled her over onto her stomach and grabbed the nearest roll of brown tape I could find, I put her wrists together behind her back and began to wrap the tape around, I did this about 5 or 6 times before braking the roll of and putting her ankles together and wrapping the tape around them again 5 or 6 times, I did the same for her thighs. (she was wearing the basic uniform that was given to all employees: black shoes, black trousers and what was meant to be a blue polo shirt, which she did not wear that day, rather just a blue t-shirt she had brought from home)
Still giggleing she rolled over, the look on her face was priceless, she obviously didn’t expect me to actually tie her up, but she was enjoying it and I was loving every minuet of it!!!
“So now what???” she said looking up at me
“well now get free like you said you could!!!” I said but I paused for a second after thinking to myself…
“WAIT, IM NOT FINNISHED YET!!!”
“What else is there” she asked
“your not gagged, Elish Cuthbert was gagged” I said picking up a small sheet of bubble wrap, rolling it up into a ball…
“your not going to gag me” she said
“give me one good reason” I said slyly
“you’ll mess up my lipstick”
I just started laughing at her
“Hey that’s not fun…MMPPHHHHH” she said as I stuffed the bubble wrap ball into her mouth before ripping off a few lengths of brown tape and covering the bottom half of her face with tape. She started laughing and MMMPPPHHHing into her gag, which I was loving, it was time for some mobile phone photo opportunities, I took a few pictures and stored them on my phone, she even tried to pose for them, she was actually enjoying being bound and gagged!!!
I looked at her and said “well go on, get free”
She started struggling and moaning into her gag for about 10 minuets when we heard a noise, a box falling over followed by the voice of the store manager cursing the idiot who stacked them there (moi). He started calling our names, it was at this point I started to panic, so did she, I could see her eyes grow wider at the very sound of his voice, there was no time to untie her I had to act fast, grabbing the biggest empty box I could find (which happened to be for a large TV, I did what seemed like the smart thing to do, I opened the lid of the box, picked her up and put her in, the manager came round the corner just as I was shutting the lid.
“What are you doing???” He asked
“Ermmm, im just sorting out these empty boxes…” I lied
“well forget that, you can do that later, I need you and that new temp on the shop floor, where is she???”
Dear I tempt fait “erm I think shes I bit tied up at the moment, I haven’t seen her” I couldn’t hold back the laugh after that
“whats funny???”
“nothing, what do you need done???” I asked leading him away from the corner
It turned out we had just had a large delivery of goods come in and they needed every member of the warehouse to help out, I spent the next two hours lugging boxes on and off a conveyer belt, unable to get away for just a few minuets to free my lil captive. I was unable to get back there until closing time, where I got the shock of my life, her box was under a large stack of (luckily) empty boxes. I quickly knocked the stack down and opened the box to a very pissed off Elisha Cuthbert wannabie, I just looked at her and smiled and said “I told you, you couldn’t get free”
She started laughing behind her gag, which I then removed to yells of pain as she spat out the bubble warp ball
“my god I need the loo (toilet) not to mention a drink”
I pulled out my keys to help remove all the tape and help her out the box
“oh I fell so stiff” she said
We went down to the staff area, but making sure everyone else was at the front of the store waiting to leave, so they did not see the tape marks on her arms. I treated her to a pepsi and a chocolate bar from the vending machine, hey it was the least I could do!!!
We got our coats and made our way to the front of the store, where every member of staff waiting to leave yelled “about bloody time” I walked her home and as she went into her house, she did something that shocked me, she turned round kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “Today was fun, we’ll have to do it again sometime…BUT NOT AT WORK!!!” We both laughed hugged and said the old “Cya tomorrow” and I walked home.

**THE END**

yes the 10 year old did act up again so i would tape him up, the 11 year old i will just prance on when he least expects it, and the 8 year old gets tied up all the time, cuz he's naturally not behaved.

P.S. - I'm not sure how old they were..maybe the older one was 9 or 10, and the younger one 5 or 6

Another story to come soon...

Adam’s Farm – Chapter 3

There’s nothing compared to watch bewilderment and panic rise in a thirteen-year-old’s face as he sets eyes on his tightly trussed up chum and realizes he’ll be attacked at any moment. It’s during that fraction of a second everything is decided: whether he escapes and revenge is frustrated, or capture succeeds and he is submitted to his captor’s desire.
All of these thoughts ran through Adam’s mind as he stood engrossed in Adrian’s predicament, startled to realize he had been deceived into an ambush. He didn’t move for a moment despite Adrian’s desperate ‘mphhhhs’; Adam closed his eyes, and muttered a resigned “shit”, as he heard the door being shut behind him.

It was the perfect moment, a unique movie-like scene. Instantaneously Tyler wrapped his strong arms around Adrian’s chest, pinning the boy’s arms to the sides and brutally tackling him to the ground. Ty had his wrists pulled behind his back when he started to scream.
“Help!!!Help!! Someone! Phil! Chris! HEEEELP!”
“Hey, Nick! Are you going to stand there watching? Help me out here! “ Tyler said while trying to keep Adam on the floor.
Since Adam would not shut up, I applied the most common but effective gag by shoving his own sock deep into his mouth and securing it in place with his shirt which I knotted off behind his head. I was about to wrap the rope around Adrian’s hands but Tyler stopped me.
“Wait, I have an idea. Tie his hands in front of him”
We turned Adam on his back, I squatted beside him and as Ty held Adam’s wrists crossed I began winding turns of rope firmly around them, allowing no precious slack for struggling. As gagged and handbound Adam was, we helped him on his feet and marched the kid to one corner of the room. Without more ado, Tyler opened the wardrobe and revealed a long iron bar once he had put aside the several suits and clothes that were hanged on it. I therefore involuntarily giggled when it dawned on me what my devious cousin had in mind. Adam, on the other hand, gave us his utmost pleading look and whimpered unintelligible mphhhs. He should have known better that we weren’t letting him get away that easy.
“I’m sorry Adam, this is what you fairly deserve” came my rejoining; Tyler agreed. I grabbed the bound wrists’s loose end and pulled it up until Adam was almost on his tiptoe, his arms stretched above his head, and lashed it to the bar. The tying over, our prisoner was left gyrating in a complete vulnerability for our thirst of tickle torture. But it was not time yet. Desperation and anxiety must come first to become a more pleasant activity (for us!). Well pleased with my handiwork, I stared into the boy’s frightened eyes and brushed slightly my fingers down his taut skin, and felt a bolt of delight when my prisoner began a frantic struggle trying to avoid them.
“Wait a sec,” Tyler started saying, “he’s not tied up properly.” He fetched a roll of duct tape with which he taped the poor boy’s ankles and knees several times until he was satisfied. Both Adam and Ty knew that without assistance, escape wouldn’t be feasible. To finish it, we further secured him by pinioning his sides with tons of clothes.

“See ya in a few minutes, Adam. And don’t go anyway, you don’t want to miss your tickling session” I said with a derisive tone, grinning broadly.

Then we closed the wardrobe door. Desperate mmmphhs were coming from inside and I wondered how it would be like to be left locked with your hands bound above your head, gagged and unable to use your feet to balance.
“Great. Only one left.” Tyler said as if tasting the imminent sweet victory.

He was right about it. Phil and Adrian were both secured to their beds, although Chris was yet to arrive and being the oldest and grossest of all, we had to be more cautious when dealing with him. He was stronger indeed; therefore the only chance to submit Chris would be joining our efforts in a surprise attack.
Being thoughtful young boys, we went to check on our captives, er, mates. Adrian was lying peacefully gagged on his bed and showed no sign of having tried to struggle against the bonds that kept him snugly hogtied. Adrian nodded when he was asked if he was comfortable.
“I’m going to see if little Phil is okay. Wait here Nick, it’s better if someone stays and keeps an eye on them.” Tyler left the room rather hurried; I closed the door and sat next to Adrian, whom I started playing with. His helpless soles were just too much for me, I couldn’t resist them. After retrieving a shoe lace from my bag, I tied his toes together and launched a subtle but unmerciful attack on the very ticklish spots of his feet. Adrian went mad. Squirming was all he could because of the way he was tied.

“Mmmmmphhhhh mphhhhh!!!!” The skinny blond boy shouted inside his gag while he mightily struggled as much as his bonds allowed. He tried to twist his arms, but they were bound at the elbows and wrists; his feet attempted to avoid the torture but they were secured to the wrists. He looked ridiculous putting a great deal of effort on struggling however accomplishing only silly slight movements. And the tickling went on and on until pitiful Adrian was drenched in perspiration, all his body covered with a layer of glistening sweat.
“This is just a preview, Adrian.” At this stage he was breathing heavily, exhausted from all the writhing and squealing and just lay still to regain strength. I inspected the knots making sure he hadn’t loosened any.

When I was tightening the ropes around Adrian’s wrists I noticed something. Adrian had a wrist-watch: it displayed 7.20 am. Tyler had been gone for more than 15 minutes!!
“Why is he taking so long?! He just had to check if Phil was ok!” I said. Adrian kind of laughed through the tape.
“Just wait ‘till he gets here! You won’t be that happy” I was starting to get angry.
Minutes passed by and no signs of Ty. Several thoughts ran through my mind, but I ignored the omen. I couldn’t risk abandoning the room. However, something had to be done. Just when I was heading toward the door a piece of paper was slipped under the door and someone’s footsteps faded away.
My heart pounced as I picked it up and was flabbergasted with what I lay my eyes upon. It was a photograph, taken with a Polaroid camera, where Tyler was bound, gagged and blindfolded!!! He was standing, his feet, knees and hands tied in front. The upper body was completely wrapped in rope, as well as the lower part that seemed to be real tight; my cousin kind of mummified was lashed to a pole in the basement, and he had tape plastered like an X across his face. Under the picture it was written: “Mphhhh!!”. (It’s one of my favorite pics which I have to this day).
“Damn!!” I yelled. Who had done it? It was possible that Phil had freed himself and attacked Ty when he entered the room. Or was it Chris who had arrived without being noticed and found my cousin on the way to Phil’s room? I knew the basement thing was an ambush. I was going to go for him no matter what but if the ambusher was Chris I could hardly offer resistance; I could however, easily overpower Phil which was a lanky boy two years younger than me.
A sudden feeling made me lock the door and put the key in my back pocket. I looked both ways when I exited Adrian’s dormitory and headed to Phil’s room. It was locked, Tyler had the key. No sounds came from the inside so I moved on, went down the stairs, opened the basement door and listened.
Confidently I descended a few steps, just to catch a glimpse of my cousin who was still pretty much the same as in the photo. His blindfold was removed, and was busy squirming the little he could. At the next step, it creaked loudly making Tyler stare at me and started yelling, almost whimpering inside his gag, to warn me. I knew I was in trouble, so I turned around and started going upstairs but someone appeared through the door. It was Adrian…

--More to come--

Let me know if you want me to continue.

Tried to post "go ahead, please continue" earlier but dreambook crashed on an SQL error.

Would love to read more of your story, especially if you had the bad luck to be in one of those juvenile facilities that 'bend' the rules about how long kids are kept in cuffs, manacles, hogties and/or solitary confinement.

I've read that some places just happen to restrain kids on a Friday night, when a social worker or psychologist isn't available, until Monday morning (longer on long weekends) when they're "remembered" before anyone has to be called. If even think you might be a suicide risk you could be stripped as well, for the duration.

That kind of treatment would understandably upset an innocent kid like you, but if you protest that makes you a troublemaker, so....

good luck.

When i was walking around in my house i heard a doorbell ring, i figured it might be my gf, sonaz. Once i opened it, sonaz was there, and she quickly tightly handgagged me, and walked me over to my bed. She got her red duct tape from her hand, taped my ankles, and wrists. She then started wrapping my ankles to my knees in tape, and after that, knees to waist. After that waist to to of my soldiers, so i was totally immobilized and couldn't move an inch, she then topped it off by taking a strip of duct tape and plastering it over my mouth, i couldn't make a sound.

She left me like that for about 4 hours and let me out, give me feedback plz.

I felt a chill go down my spine when I noticed what was on top of the dresser, a pair of pink panties and a sports bra. “No! Sarah! Please! NOO-mwwwwwmnph!” Meg shoved a pair of socks into my mouth to silence me. “You always did talk too much.” She laughed rather cruelly, “lets get him tied down!” I struggled with all the might my skinny 14 yr. old body could muster, but could not break free of Sarah and Amy’s Ironclad grip on me. They quite hefted me onto the bed, me fighting tooth and nail for every inch, every possibility of freedom until finally Amy straddled my waist and held down my body enough for Meg and Stephanie to snap on the handcuffs and ankle cuffs. I now laid there, completely at the mercy of four girls with evil intentions for me. I looked around desperately for a way to escape, but all hope was lost when they tied a thick rope just above my waist, and over my bare stomach. “You didn’t actually think we would let you off that easily did you?” asked Stephanie in the most evil sounding voice I had ever heard. “It’s time you learn to respect your elders, kid!” I shuddered and awaited my doom….

I had never felt so helpless. I was unable to move my arms or legs more than the 2-3 inches of the handcuff chain allowed. I was completely surrounded by the four people who had it in for me. The next thing they said shook me to the core. “Well are we going to change him or what?” Meg asked. “Mmmmmmmmphhhhhhhh” I cried out vainly, for the gag had been reinforced by strips of duct tape. “I guess he wants us to, listen how excited he is! All that yelling for joy! Eric if you want us to stop just say please, ok?” I was now thruoughly convinced that Sarah was not only an evil person but a sadist as well. “Lets just get him already!” Stephanie said annoyed by the diversion. “Fine.” Agreed Meg, “just remember, not all the way yet….” I didn’t want to know what ‘all the way’ was. Since I was wearing no shirt, it was only a matter of getting my pants. Amy straddled me again and untied the drawstring to my athletic pants. Meg and Sarah then pulled them down to my ankles. My mind was numb. I was laying in total captivity in nothing but my white briefs. I felt my face start to burn and must have been extremely red because they started laughing and blindfolded me explaining that I didn’t need to “see my own shame” At this point I realized why Stephanie hadn’t helped. She had been getting 4 long feathers. The last thing I saw before the blindfold was fastened was Sarah and Meg each getting one and Stephanie walking toward Amy holding one in her direction. “Have you ever heard of ‘Tickle torture’?” Amy asked in an overly nice voice. “mmmmph” was all I could reply. “No? well then lets have a lesson before the change then, huh?” and the world went black under the darkness of the blindfold…..

I could hear the evil laughter surround me. Every moment I lay there, the horror and fear grew. “Lesson one,” Amy said in a tone that dripped with sarcastic friendliness, “is the only lesson so listen close.” She leaned down next to my ear and whispered, “No matter how much you resist, no matter how much you struggle, you are at my total and complete mercy!” The feathers exploded into action all over my body! My feet were burning as two of them tickled both feet simultaneously. My armpits and stomach were covered with feather strokes and evil fingers that seemed to delight in my sensitivity to tickling. “MMMMMMMPPPPPMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHH” I screamed into my gag. I began to cry from all the laughing. “OH! Is that a tear I see?” Sarah chuckled. At once they all stopped. “I’m sorry but I didn’t think boys cried! I guess your not a very good boy... I’ll give you one more chance to prove you’re a big tough man! If not we’ll take action into our own hands…” Her voice trailed off. The blackness of the blindfold and the bite of the metal cuffs into my wrists once again made me realize how helpless I was. “Ready?” Amy asked. I said nothing. “I guess that means yes!” This time the feathers hit me with even more force than before and never seemed to end. I bit my tounge and tried to control my laughter but nothing could stop the flood that exploded from me. I struggled and laughed and laughed but could not seem to get free or escape my torment. Once again my eyes watered and a tear ran down my laughing face. “Uh-oh!” Sarah said in a reprimanding tone, “I guess that the little boy is too weak to be a little boy.” She laughed and all the tickling ceased. “I warned you, and now you force me to take my next step……you little girly boy!”

More soon! Comment if you like it so far!

Anyway I got to her place, said all the Hellos etc and I got down to some work in the living room, they had the TV, I think friends was on or something, I also watched and talked while I worked, it got to about 7:15 and I decided I’d done enough, I didn’t want to seem like the boring older college student did I!? Me and Amy started chatting, well I say chatting, it was more like flirting, we we’re sitting on her 2 seated sofa in the living room and Shelly and Sarah had gone upstairs to play on some dance mat game on the play station, the reason she had to baby-sit her little sister was because her parents had gone up to Scotland for the weekend, anyway as me and Amy were talking she kept putting he hand on my leg and kept suggesting that I stay the night at her place, since her parent were away, but I wasn’t until Shelly & Sarah kept coming down every 5 mins to tell us who just won that last round on the dance mat that we got annoyed and decided to take action.

“Maybe we should gag em” Amy joked
“You know what, that’s not a bad idea” I said looking at her
“Yeah I tell you what lets do it, follow me”
She lead me to the cupboard under the stairs where she threw me a box full of tape, I took a fancy to a big roll of silver duct tape and retreated back to the living room, we waited until we could hear someone running down the stairs and then hid behind the door. Sarah came running into the living room and stood right in the centre of the room and said
“Very funny you 2, where are you? Off smooching somewhere???”
At this point we ran at her and grabbed her and threw her on the sofa, Amy clamped her hand over her little sister’s mouth, (Sarah was about average height for her age, she had a Manchester United football kit on with matching shorts as well as pink socks. She had a resemblance to her older sister, but Amy was by far the better looking!!! She also had blonde hair and blue eyes) I ripped off a long bit of tape and got to work on her ankles with the tape, I wrapped it round about 6 times and broke it off, I then did the same for her thighs. I stopped after that and said
“Wait there a sec, make sure you hold her”
Amy nodded at me. I ran off to the dining room and brought back to wooden chairs, these chairs had wooden backs with gaps at the back but with a long piece in the centre. We picked up Sarah and sat her on the chair, I took her arms and pulled them between the gaps at the back of the chair, she was franticly trying to scream behind her sisters hand which was till firmly clamped over her mouth, I put her wrists together and wrapped the tape around them 5 or 6 times, I then wrapped the tape around her thighs again, but this time I went around the chair as well as her thighs, securing her to the chair. I then started wrapping it around her body above and below her breasts and around the back of the chair.

Amy then removed her hand from her sister’s mouth.
“Very funny you 2, now untie me or ill scream”
Me and Amy looked at each other and then back at our captive and both said “Nah”
I handed Amy the tape, I noticed she had a huge smile on her face, she removed her sisters socks, when she did this, Sarah tried kicking out at her sister, this just resulted in her legs being taped to the chair. Since her socks were very small, she stuffed them one inside the other. Her sister then made the mistake of trying to scream
“SHELLY HEL-MMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHH”
As the socks were shoved in her mouth
“Hold her hair” She told me, which I did holding her long blond hair up as her big sister showed her no mercy as she wrapped the tape around her head nearly 10 times, you could not make out the bottom half of her face!!! I dropped her hair down and she started going into fits of MPPHHHHing. We then heard someone else coming down the stairs and calls of, “you guys, whats going on”
Shelly must have heard Sarah’s call for help, Amy gave me a nod and I hid behind the door again and Amy hid behind the sofa. Shelly entered the room and started laughing
“Oh my god, what the hell happened here” she asked as Sarah was franticly trying to use her head and nodded in the direction of where we were hiding and screaming like mad behind all the tape, which of course only came out as a series of MPHHHHHHHH, its so funny listening to someone trying to talk behind a gag.
(Shelly was quite short, I mean Sarah, who was 12 was taller than this 15 year old, she had black hair and sort of roundish head, she had quite big breasts, but which I think a padded bra, I never thought to ask!!!, she also had quite a nice bum was wearing her school uniform, since she hadn’t brought a change of cloths and had gone straight to Amy’s place after school, it was a white shirt, which she had unbuttoned quite a bit to reveal a bit of cleavage, she had also removed the tie. She was also wearing a skirt which she had pulled up so it was quite short, as well as some black tights)
It was at this point that Amy jumped out from behind the sofa with one of her socks balled up in her hand shoving it in Shelly’s mouth and wrestled her to the ground, she was a lot nicer to her friend placing just a few strips of tape over her mouth, not wrapping it round her head like her sister. Shelly, whilst gagged was trying to fight off Amy and it was looking like she was winning, I was enjoying it to much to intervene, well until Amy shouted for me to, so of course I had to defend my lady didn’t I? (Well she wasn’t quite my lady yet!!!) I grabbed Shelly and sat her in the chair and started tying her similarly to the way we tied Sarah (hands behind the chair, legs secured to the chair and body secured to the chair, above and below her breasts) after we had them both tied up we put the chairs back to back, but we did not tape them together. We then went upstairs to Amy’s room and watched a bit of TV and started messing around, and then one thing lead to another and we started (as the Americans put it) making out. Again she asked me if I wanted to stay the night and this time with no interruptions I told her I would, but nothing would happen, I didn’t want to rush into anything, she agreed that we both weren’t ready for anything like that (oh how adult we both were). I looked at her and said,
“I take it this means you’re my girlfriend now”
“Yeah it kinda does” she said as she leaned over and kissed me
And with that we heard a crash downstairs, we ran down to investigate, we didn’t run into the room we just stuck our head round to investigate, Shelly’s chair had tipped over, we watched as she was franticly struggling around on the floor MPHHing into her gag as was Sarah doing the same trying to break free in her chair. We looked over at the clock it was getting towards 9:50, Shelly was meant to be home 20 minuets ago, the phone rang right on cue, it was Shelly’s dad. Amy answered on speaker phone
“Hi Amy, its Richard, is Shelly there?”
“Erm yeah but she’s a bit tied up at the moment” (she just couldn’t resist)
“Well let her know im on my way to pick her up, its getting too late for her to walk home now, ill be there in about 5 minuets, ill see you then bye”
With that he hung up the phone
Amy looked over at me and said “SHIT, how are we gonna get her out off all that tape??”
I ran to the kitchen and grabbed some scissors and proceeded to cut through all the layers of tape, freeing our 2nd captive, Sarah seemed to look at me and motion as if to say “now me” I just looked at her, smiled and shock my head. (Cruel I know). Shelly removed the tape from her mouth and spit out the sock and said “oh, just you wait, im gonna get you back for this!!!”
“I can hardly wait” Amy replied
Shelly got her stuff together and left when her father arrived
“Just you wait” she said with a smile as she left through the door.
After Shelly left we cut free Sarah, Amy took great pride in removing the several layers of tape from her little sister’s head.
“yeah just you wait, me and shelly are gonna get you Amy” she said with an angry tone in her voice.
“Go on get to bed you little brat” Amy replied
And with that she ran off upstairs to her room.

Amy and I went up to her room and got into bed and watched TV until we feel asleep (no nothing like that happened)

**THE END**

If you liked this story, I have a few more I could share with you, maybe they did get us back!!!

first they pinned me to the ground (cuz robert and i split up) and they taped my hands behind my back in the X shape, and they taped around my arms and chest. then they shoved a cloth into my mouth and wrapped that with tape. then they took off my shoes, and taped my ankles and knees, and then used a piece of rope to hogtie me. then he went after robert. i heard the duct tape being put on him and then came his muffled cries of help. he was gone for about 10 minutes and then he came back and picked me up, put me into the trunk of his van. there i saw both robert and the other student whom we had tied up earlier. the masked man got into the car, threw all of our shoes into the back seat, and took of his mask. he told us that he told our parents that we would be spending the night at his house. he drove us to his house and i instantly knew that it was an older kid that had graduated from my old school, but still hung around. he pulled into the garage and took all 3 of us down to his basement, where he changed all of our gags and left us al l in different storage closets until about 7 in the morning, when he finally let us go and took us all home

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wot you said is bullshit.. first what you did is illegal, then what the other man did is illegal.. if this happened you would be in serious trouble from the parents of the boy you kidnapped ... by the way vans dont have trunks.. then why would your parents allow you to stay with someone that you don't know. all this story is about is 3 very serious kidnappings ...

all your fantasy i think.. clearly not true, or you and the strange man that later took you would be in jail.

So hey, how about a real story. Well, several, because I'd hate to have to write them seperately.

Back when I was 14 years old I hade a friend named Jake who was, I dunno, let's say 11. One day we were both sitting in my room watching T.V. and I thought it'd be fun to tie him up, but I wasn't sure if he'd be into it. Well, really my plan was to get him to tie me up, but I figured the best way to do that would be to tie him up first. So I got a piece of rope and just sort of pretended to tie him up, by loosly wrapping rope around him, in a way obviously so loose he could easily get out of it. I figured in this way, if he didn't like it, at least he wouldn't be too mad at me.

When I was done he easily escaped. Then one of us suggested that he tie me up. And so he did, in the same easily escapable manner. And then when I escaped, it was his turn again.

This time I told him to lie down, and so he lay on his back. Then I tied his feet together in the best way I knew how at the time. To begin I tied one end of the rope to one of his legs, then wraped it completly around both of his legs, then the next time around I went between his legs in a figure 8 pattern, the next time completely around, next time figure 8, and so on until I was out of rope. This took a long time since the entire rope had to be run between his legs many times, but it was the only way I knew how.

When I was done I told him to lay on his stomach, which he did. Then I sat on his legs and tied his arms behind his back in the same way I tied his legs. When I was done I tied his legs to his arms to form a hog-tie.

I then sat to his side and told him to try to escape. He spent about five seconds trying before realizing it was hopeless. He said "I can't move" followed no more than three seconds later by "untie me."

Since my goal was to get him to tie me up, I certainly didn't want to make him dislike tie-up games, so I untied him immediately. He then said that he'd have to tie me up like that some time, but that wouldn't be until another day.

Eventually that day came, and it seemed that Jake wasn't able to tie me up that well. He tried a few times but I could always escape. Then finally one time I couldn't. He tied me in a hogtie, and left me for five minutes to try to escape, and when he came back I hadn't escaped yet, because I couldn't. He then wanted to untie me, but I suggested that instead he tie my knees up to my sholders, which was possible because the hogtie wasn't that tight. At this point I was tied in a ball, my knees tied to my chest, and my hands tied behind my back to my feet. It was a lot of fun, but he eventually untied me.

I showed him this shirt that I had that I could use as a straitjacket. The sleeves were fairly long and stretched out as well, and I tied them together into a knot and then put the shirt on, then made a loop with the ends of the sleeves and slid it over my head, and wiggled a little until the knot where the sleeves were tied together was in the small of my back. He just thought it was amazing I was able to do that, but it wasn't really that difficult. After then I never could get him to tie my hands behind my back, as it was just easier for him to tell me to put that shirt on, then he only had to tie my feet.

One time I was spending the night at his house and we had nothing better to do, so we found one of his sweaters to use as a straitjacket. It was a little small for me, and the sleeves wern't that long either, so it took us like 20 minutes before he was finally able to tie the sleeves together behind my back. It was much tighter than the shirt I had at home, so tight that I wasn't able to pull my arms over my head.

Then he went and got some plastic thing with holes in it, which to me looked like some sort of muzzle thing, and he tried to put it up to my mouth, but I moved away and I asked "what is that?" "My cup" he replied. I didn't want that in my face at all, so I jumped up and did my best (which was thankfully enough) to keep it away from my face. At one point he had me backed into his closet, and so to get away from that cup I said "Hey, if you close the closet door, I'll be locked in here since I won't be able to turn the knob." So he shut the door, locking me in there, and thankfully getting that cup away from me.

I sat down on the floor and a minute later I heard his mom come into the room, but I couldn't hear what they were talking about. I was afraid she'd find me in the closet, so I just sat still and quiet. She left after a minute or so.

Jake then left me in the closet for another 10 or so minutes, but I didn't mind as it was lots of fun. Then he opened the door so I could get out.

I wasn't able to stand up again without the help of my arms, so I just laid on the floor and wiggled out into his bedroom. When I got over to his bed he asked "Do you want untied now?" I said yes, and so he reached to my back and with no effort whatsoever removed the knot and I was free. I couldn't believe that something that was so inescapable for me was so easy for him to untie.

Another night he was spending the night at my house. To tie him up I had him sit in a plastic lawn chair which was in my room, and I tied his torso to the back of the chair. Then I had him place his arms on the arm rests. The size he was his sholders were at the top of the chair, and so the plastic arm rest, which started there and went down to form the arms of the chair, was along his arms the entire way. So I took some rope and tied it in circles around his arms and the arm rest the full length of his arms from sholder to wrist. Then I tied his feet together, and then tied them to the back of the chair suspended in the air.

He thought this was just awesome, and decided he had to tie me up the same way. So the next day he did, only slightly differently because I was taller and so only my elbows met up with the arm rests on the chair, but it was still quite inescapable. He then proceeded to tease me with my hot soldering iron, picking it up and putting it close to my arms. I tried to get free so that he wouldn't burn me, but there was nothing I could do. There wasn't anyone else at my house so I couldn't call for help, and I wasn't getting free until he untied me. He never burnt me with it, but when you're 14 tied up by an 11 year old, it's scary thinking what they could do to you, and ideas like "he wouldn't do that, he's my friend" don't seem to cross your mind.

I liked wanting to escape but being unable to, and so I next time he tied me up I suggested that he not let me go until he wanted to. He liked the idea, but ever since I had showed him that shirt that I could use as a straitjacket, he'd been too lazy to actually tie my hands, but if he didn't, I could get out of that shirt easily on my own. I suggested he just tie my hands, but he wasn't up to that, so then I thought for a second and told him that if after I put the shirt on, he used a small piece of rope to tie the knot in the sleeves to the belt loop on my pants, then I wouldn't be able to remove the shirt.

So I put the shirt on, then rolled onto my stomach and he tied the shirt sleeves to my pants. Sure enough, I wasn't able to get out of the shirt. So then he tied my legs together.

Then I suggested that he do something to make me want to be untied. So he found a bag of rubber bands and began flipping them at me. They hurt. I immediately wanted him to stop, but just as I had wanted him to, he ignored me and just kept on doing it. He said he would stop when he was out of rubber bands, but it was a one pound bag. He wouldn't be out of them until the next day.

After 20 or 30 rubber bands he decided to start flipping several at a time. Flipping several at a time, they hurt far less than one at a time, and the bag would be empty sooner, so to keep him on this track I just pretended like they hurt more. I must have been pretending well enough, because he went on flipping them five or six at a time.

When he got half way through the bag he decided he was tired and it was time to go to sleep. So I asked if he would untie me. He said no. So I asked if he would put my sleeping bag on me. He said no. So then I asked if he would at least tie my feet up in a hogtie position (if I was going to be tied up for the night, I wanted to be tied up right), but he wouldn't do that either. Instead he just layed down beside me on the floor, with a pillow and blanket and me with nothing, and went to sleep, and so I went to sleep as well.

Some time in the middle of the night I woke up because I was really uncomfortable. So I pulled on the shirt trying to get out of it, and to my amazement the knot holding the sleeves to the belt loop on my pants just fell out. So I took the shirt off, and went back to sleep.

When we woke up in the morning Jake asked how I escaped. I told him I didn't know. He wanted to tie me up again, and since I'd had a lot of fun the night before, I wanted to be tied up again as well. Wanting to actually be hogtied this time (well, sort of hogtied) I suggested that if he tied my feet to the shirt sleeves, then maybe I wouldn't be able to get out this time. And being really crazy, I told him about how the rubber bands hurt more when they were flipped one at a time. I was really asking for it.

So I put the shirt on again, and he tied my feet (which were still tied from the night before) to the sleeves of the shirt, putting me in a sort of straitjacket hogtie. Then he decided to finish off that bag of rubber bands.

He flipped them at me one at a time for perhaps 15 or 20 minutes, until my screaming for help got the attention of my sister. She came in my room, and I asked her to untie me. She just said "I don't know how." So I told her she just had to untie my feet from the shirt sleeves, and she did, and so I was free. And somewhat disappointed.

I found the whole thing rather odd. When I was tied up being tortured with rubber bands, I wanted to be free, yet when I was free, I wanted to be tied up and tortured with rubber bands. There just wasn't any way to make me happy.

Unfortuantely that's the end of all the fun I had with Jake, as some time later my family moved and I never saw him again.

Anyway, I hope real stories are as entertaining as fake ones for everyone. I like the fake stories too, but that's not what this web site is for, and it wouldn't be fair to everyone who likes the real stories to get this site taken offline by posting fake stories about kids being tied up nude in a juvenile prison, as much fun as those stories might be to read. If there doesn't already exist a forum for non-sexual childhood bondage fiction, perhaps someone should make one, but taking over this forum simply because a more appropriate one doesn't exist isn't the right thing to do. Certainly everyone would like this forum better if it were a little more this or that or something else, but dreambook has allowed this forum to exist for a long time, likely based on it's rules that the stories must be accounts of true and non-sexual events. If we bend the rules and begin posting other content, dreambook may change their minds, and then we would lose this wonderful forum.

While I've actually read some news reports of kids being restrained (and more, wearing less) in institutions, including a kid who was hog-tied for 72 hours, the fact that it's news doesn't necessarily make it fit for this site.

According to this site's name and "charter", tales of "kids being tied up nude in a juvenile prison" could possibly qualify as "TRUE experiences of childhood/teenhood tie-up games" - BUT only if, in addition to the age of the subject, truth of the story, and some sort of tied-up, that somehow the subject of the incarceration decided to deliberately act-out in order to provoke the staff to tie him up or apply restraints.

The chances that a kid in such a situation would do something to provoke the authorities is pretty high.
The chances that he (or she) would do it on purpose simly because he actually enjoyed the experience - thereby making it a game, at least for him - are pretty darned slim.

In short (too late, I know), I agree that we don't want to lose this site. I agree the stories are better than the squabbles, and the more tie-ups the better, but everyone should be careful. Unless of course all the above elements are true, including and especially it being a "game", but you'd better have some proof, and better yet, post it elsewhere.

please comment if you like this story or email me! I really need some feedback!

a) we knew the kid and his parents and the kid was around hanging out with people. so he would have been missing anyway

b) all our parents knew and trusted this kid, he's babysat us all before

c) vans do have trunks, the part behind the backseat..just because the top dosent come down and seal u away from the rest of the car, it is still a trunk

Thanks for the story but could you pay attention to the spelling. It can be quite a distraction and takes the enjoyment away from reading your work.

P.S.
When this site gets back to normal i might come back just to let the people who give a rats @$$.

youre not superior to anyone else so stop acting like it

That said, go ahead and post your other stories.

Anyway, Saturday morning I arrived at her place at around 9 ish. I knocked on her door, no answer, I knocked again, still no answer. I spent about 5 minuets knocking and waiting I decided to take a look around back, I walked around to her back gate, used her bin to get a leg up and then leaned forward, slipped and fell head first into a pile of cardboard boxes. I made my way to the backdoor, which was unlocked, I walked around the house calling her name for a while, but heard nothing, the TV was on in the living room as well as a load of boxes full of Christmas decorations, something was up, I knew it. I took a look around upstairs, her bedroom door was shut and some music was being played inside the room, BINGO, I walked up to the door slowly, since I had no idea what was going on inside the room, but I think I had an idea when I stood on the little cardboard inner tube of a roll of duct tape, there was 3 of them just lying on the floor. When I got outside the door I saw that it was ajar, I held my breath and took a peak, I saw Shelly and Sarah completely warping Amy in Dutch tape, they had completely wrapped her body up in duct tape, she was stood up in the centre of her bed room and they were just wrapping the tape round and round, they had just finished at the top of her shoulders. The whole time they were all laughing their heads off.
“What time did you say he was comin’ over” Shelly asked Amy
“Why should I tell you???” Amy replied
Shelly looked at Sarah
“You know what to do” Shelly said to Sarah
They both pushed her so she fell back onto her bed and began to tickle her bare feet (which apart from everything above her shoulders was the only thing not covered in tape) Amy broke into fits of laughter
“Ok ok, I told him to come around 9:30” She shouted in between giggles. Shit I knew I was early!!!
“Ok then we don’t want to spoil his Christmas present” Shelly said with an evil sort of smile whilst lifting a pare of what looked like hand-cuffs.
“Hey where did you get those??” Amy Asked
“Never you mind” shelly said whilst stuffing a handkerchief into Amy’s mouth and picking up a roll of duct tape
“Oh, let me do it” Sarah said grabbing the roll off of shelly
Amy’s eyes widened at the sight of her little sister holding the duct tape, after the amount of tape she used on her when she gagged her. She stretched the tape out and walked towards her sister, Amy was franticly trying to spit out the handkerchief and move her head away from her sister and the tape, she place the tape on her lips and then wrapped the tape round her head nearly 10 times completely covering up the lower half of her face. Amy just kept MMMPPPPHHHHHHHHing into her gag and struggling and trying to roll around on her bed to try and break free.
“Wait, wait, wait, we almost for got” Shelly said reaching into a cardboard box on the floor and pulling out a Santa hat and what looked to be a roll of stickers or labels that you put on Christmas presents, Shelly placed the hat on Amy’s head and pealed off one of the labels and placed it right where Amy’s mouth would have been behind the gag, I looked a bit closer and realised it said “Do Not Open Until Christmas” (I held back the laugh).
“We’ll see you in a moment, just gotta wait for you know who to get here” Shelly said as they walked toward the door. I stepped back and hid in the room next to Amy’s and watched them walk pasted and go downstairs, I couldn’t resist, I had to take another look at Amy lying there all wrapped up in tape, she just looked so hot lying there trying to break free, it turned me on the way her body was just twisting trying to break free as grunted into her gag with frustration and kept trying to shake the hat off.

Now I had to decide what to do next, go and see what they had planned, which was probably evolved me getting the same treatment, now myself did not intend on being bound and gagged by these 2 girls, even if would have meant spending some “alone time” with Amy, my only other option would have been to ambush both Shelly and Sarah, then I could rescue my damsel in distress and be the hero, but how would I do that, I thought for a moment, they had left that cardboard box in Amy’s room, they must have had all their “tools” in there.
I entered Amy’s room and her eyes widened as she saw me, she started MPHHHing into her gag and motioning for me to free her, I looked at her and said
“Sorry not enough time, just sit tight, oh and don’t go anywhere” (I couldn’t resist!!!)
I looked in the box, there was still a few rolls of tape left, but only enough to properly wrap up one more person (which I suppose was meant to be me) there was also another Christmas hat and some of those reindeer antlers that you put on your head, as well as some other Christmas decorations, cling wrap and a disposable camera. I moved the box into the other room next to Amy’s which happened to be Sarah’s and I moved into a position where I could hear what they were saying downstairs
“Go upstairs and make sure she said 9:30, cos its 9:50 and he still aint here, oh and go get that Christina Aguilera CD you said I could borrow” Shelly told Sarah (wow I thought to my self, what a bossy girl!!!) I saw her coming upstairs so I hid back in Sarah’s room and saw her walking up the stairs with the handcuffs, twirling them round her finger. She entered Amy’s room, “you did say 9:30 didn’t you?” She asked her. Amy nodded and seemed to try to say yes into her gag or uh-hu as it came out.
She left Amy’s room and pushed the door to her own room open, I hid behind it and waited for her to walk out right in front of me, she saw the box “What the..MPHH? She said as I jumped out and clamped my hand over her mouth and grabbed the handcuffs form her hand. I pulled both her hands behind her sat her on the floor and but them in-between the metal legs of her bed and locked her hands in cuffs, I then took out a roll of tape from the box and taped her legs together, (I had already decided it wrap Shelly up since she was the shortest!!!) I then removed her socks and balled them up and said to Sarah
“Go on call to Shelly”
She looked at me and then opened her mouth and yelled “SHELLY HELP HES HERE, HES HER-MMMMPPPPHHHHHHHH” as I shoved the socks in her mouth and place a few strips of tape over her mouth. I heard Shelly running up the stairs she must have thought we were in Amy’s room as she didn’t even give Sarah’s door a look, just as she was about to run past I jumped out on her and tried to grab her, but I lost my balance and ended up falling forwards onto her knocking her back with me landing on top of her, as we landed our lips met and I still had my arms round her so she was being pressed into me (and I know this sounds wrong when Amy’s me girlfriend and Shelly is her best friend) but it really turned me on having her breasts up against my body, anyway, I lifted my self up, took a moment to check if she was alright
“Oh, you ok” I asked, slightly embarrassed, because I had a semi-hard-on, which im pretty sure she felt!!!
She gave me a nod and a smile and we continued the game, I picked her up and stood her up in Amy’s room, with Amy laughing from behind her gag (she obviously had no idea of what had happened in the hallway) I took the tape and made her stand up straight with her arms by her side (for some reason she did everything I told her) I wrapped a bit of tape around her ankles then just above her knees, then above her thighs, then with her hands buy he sides I wrapped another bit around where her wrists were inline with her body then her elbows then at he shoulders (so she basically had about 6 rings or tape at different parts of her body as she was stood up straight. I then went into Sarah’s room and pulled the box back into Amy’s room and took the cling wrap out the box and started to wrap it up and down her body, so the tape wouldn’t hurt when peeled off (ouch). I then got down to business with the tape, the whole time she was singing along to the stereo which was still on as I wrapped the tape slowly round her body going round around about 3 times, then moving up a little bit until I reached around her breasts and made sure that Amy weren’t looking and I rotated Shelly round to her back was to Amy (I didn’t want her to know I was really enjoying this bit and that I liked the fact Shelly had bigger breast than Amy, bad I know but I’m only human) I then began to wrap the tape around Shelly’s breasts, she looked down at me, smiled, winked and made a kiss face at me, I smiled back. She did have such soft breasts, I mean I didn’t sit there and feel her up in front of my girlfriend while shes all trussed up in tape, but it was tempting. I finally reached her shoulders and threw the tape back in the box
“Now what???” Shelly asked
“Brace yourself” I said, pushing her back so she landed on the bed next to Amy (who I had moved over) I removed Shelly’s socks, balled them up and said
“Open wide, I don’t wanna hear anymore of your singing” as I shoved the socks in her mouth. She looked at me with an angry face and made an angry sounding MMPPHHH noise as I put a few strips off tape over her mouth. I stood there watching the 2 beauties struggle and grunt into their gags when I heard a loud Muffled yell from the room next door picking the key to the cuffs up from out the box on my way out, I walked into the room and looked at Sarah and said
“Awwww you must feel left out, wait right there” I ran out to Amy’s garage and started looking around until I found a load of D.I.Y. supplies including a few more rolls of duct tape “Jackpot” I said grabbing the rolls of tape and running up to my captives, unlocking the cuffs and bringing Sarah into Amy’s room and gave her the same treatment as Shelly (well not so much the breasts part), leaving her gag on. After I had successfully wrapped up Sarah, I proceeded to “decorate” my captives, I took the second Santa hat and placed it on Shelly’s head as well as a “Do Not Open until Christmas” labels over her gag, then one on Sarah’s gag. I then took another look in the box and took out the reindeer antlers as well as a big fake red Rudolf nose, placing the antlers on Sarah’s head then the nose on her nose and getting out the disposable camera and taking a few snaps for “The Christmas Cards”. I then just watched them struggle for a few minuets then went and got some scissors since Amy had been wrapped up for a long time, and she was probably starting to get uncomfortable and no doubt she was probably sweating and dehydrated and probably needed the toilet, so I freed her first by cutting a long vertical line down the side of the tape and the cling wrap so she could just climb out of it, then the hard part came, having to help her unwrap the tape from around her head, which she did not enjoy, not in the least!!!! I let her go off and do what she needed to do, I then freed Shelly who gave me a small spank on the ass as she walked passed on her way out. I then realised Sarah before going downstairs and getting everyone a drink, since they were all most likely to be thirsty. We spent the rest of the afternoon putting up the Christmas decorations and watched a bit of TV. I just looked at Shelly and Sarah and said,
“I thought you were gonna get us both back”
Sarah looked at me and said “Ah your to much hassle trying to get, Amy didn’t put up much of a fight, I think she actually enjoys it”
Amy went bright red at this moment before throwing a cushion at Sarah saying “Oh shut up”

**THE END**

“No, no no. Where do you think you’re going? Hahahaha. I must recognize you had a good plan, but you screwed it.” Adrian laughed and studied my movements, similar to a tiger preparing to attack.
My mind was racing. I had to deal already with whoever caught Tyler, and when I say Adrian, an erstwhile vengeful prisoner, my heart quailed and a feeling of impending doom fell on me. Plenty of questions came across my head but I only paid attention to one: How do I get out?!!! Adrian slowly pulled a coil of rope from his back pocket. I gulped in surprise.
“By the way, thanks for the relentless tickling you gave me back there. I’ll retribute to you when I tie you up nice and tight. And gag, of course.”

He pointed at me. ”You’re mine, Nick.”

I glanced back at Tyler who stood bound and gagged to the pole and found myself in a dilemma. Escape or not to escape? I didn’t want to abandon my cousin but I could be in a hell of a predicament if an implacable and merciless boy like Adrian became possessor of my freedom.
“Come on, Nick” he began saying imitating a villain’s voice, “We can do it the easy way, you know. Don’t make me get down there and kick your ass first.” Adrian was smirking. We both knew I stood no chances against him (he wrestled at school).
“OK, I give up. But please, don’t be so hard on me”.
“You wish. Kneel down and put your hands behind your head. I’ll be right there”. I did as I was told and awaited expectantly.
He knelt behind me and as soon as I felt the first loop of rope tighten around my left wrist I hit him with my shoulders and Adrian fell on the floor.
“Don’t worry Ty, I’ll come back for you”. I shouted as I ran once again upstairs. I kicked the door open, and strode into the kitchen victoriously. But suddenly a hand grabbed me from behind and another hand-gagged me quite firmly, pinning the back of my head to the attacker’s shoulder.
“MPPPPHHHHH!!!” I screamed through my assailant’s hand. It was a soft small hand so I assumed it was Phil’s. Then my arms were forced behind my back and my wrists were secured by a strong grip.
“We’ve got him!!” The one who held my hands together announced and I recognized Chris.
“Great, bring that little devil here!!” Adrian’s voice echoed from the basement.
The other boys were seemingly guarding the door in case I decided to flee. I was unable to struggle my hands free or make a sound; Bound and gagged without ropes, it was a new experience to me. The boys led me downstairs and laid me down on the cold concrete floor after yanking my shirt over my head. Adrian sat on my butt and twisted my hand up while wounding smooth cotton rope around it and leashing it to the other wrist palm to palm. Then he wrapped several times horizontally, then vertically, cinched it tightly and knotted it off where I couldn’t work it with my fingers.
“Ouch!! That’s too tight, man!!” He just ignored me.
Meanwhile, Phil removed my shoes, socks and tied my ankles together in the same fashion. After binding the wrists, the skinny blond boy proceeded to bind my elbows together. Using another long piece of rope, he tied loops around each arm above the elbows and brought them together in the small of my back, making me arch slightly. He gave a tender tap on my rear and got up. Chris taped my thighs and knees – over my bare skin - together. I laid there, uttering an occasional “Ouch!”, being slowly but deftly immobilized by buddies.
“That should keep you still” Chris said.
“Wait, we’re not finished yet” Phil interrupted him.
Phil fetched a short piece of rope, secured one end at the wrists, pulled my arms as much as they would go and finally tied it off at my bound ankles, leaving me in a snug hogtie and further restricting my movements. ”This is going to leave some nice bruises” I thought when I realized that my fingertips could brush my heels. When I concluded this couldn’t get worse, Chris taped my hands as one and handed the removed dirty socks to Phil. After listening to my whining for a couple of minutes he said,
“Do us a favor Phil and gag him” Adrian ordered blatantly.
“Sure” he answered as if it was the most common thing on the world. The boy, still shirtless, squatted besides me and said “Open up!” and before I could answer he grasped my nose and forced the two-sock bundle deep into my mouth, beyond the teeth.
“NOOOmphhhhhhh…”
If he hadn’t placed his hand over my mouth while he was handed a strip of cloth, I would have spat the socks out. The stuffing was secured and the cloth tied off VERY tight, opening jaws wide and muffling any attempts of complaining. I whimpered and shrieked under the gag – which only produced a good deal of mirth from my captors – but to no avail.
I had never felt so helpless before, being defenseless to the extreme, experiencing fear and excitement at the same time. The tying over, I tested my bonds, and boy, they held!
They had left me with precious little movement within my bonds. The struggling I could do was useless and pitiable, in a back and forth motion, but when I sensed the rope tighten and hurt the skin (remember, I was clad only in a small black short) I gave up and strained to peer up at my captors. The boys were making facetious comments, comparing and admiring the way that their trussed up prisoners were tied.
“He can’t move an inch” Phil mentioned and poked Tyler’s ribs, eliciting giggles from him.
“Neither can he” Chris said pointing at me.
They all laughed loudly congratulated each other.
“Ok, let’s get on with it. My parents will wake up at any moment” Adrian snapped.
I stared terrified as they grinned broadly and approached menacingly wiggling their fingers. I closed my eyes and bit the socks hard. Then it began.
A finger traced the soles of my feet gently, but the effect was shattering.
It were like electric waves ran through my body starting from every point they brushed their fingers on. All the bonds allowed me to do – writhe intensely and plead for mercy - were futile in giving me some kind of relief. And the torture continued after tears combined with sweat rolled down my cheeks, and even after the damp short clung to my thighs. I could overhear Tyler’s muffled sounds of laughter and knew he was included as well in this. I really don’t know it lasted but, I assure you, if it wasn’t for what happened next I would have peed on my underwear.
The door opened and voice called “Oh, there you are! It’s time for breakfast, boys.” It was Phil’s and Adrian’s father. “Come upstairs and don’t forget to bring your new friends with you.” He ordered, perhaps pointing at us but saying nothing about our predicament. He closed the door and left.
“Damn!!” They all exclaimed.
“Well, you’re so lucky my dad showed up. But don’t you think you’ll get away just like this. We’ll have fun with you at the farm, anyway.” Adrian said.
They duly untied us but left the upper part – wrists and elbows – bound. I was grateful to be able to rub some of my aching limbs.
We were marched up to the kitchen, ungagged and each one was tied securely to a chair. Then we began talking normally and soon we even forgot we were tied up.

Next chapter soon…

It was early summer and school just let out a few weeks ago. At first I stayed at a camp outside of town, but it came to an end way to fast. My parents didn't trust me at my age so they hired their good friend's daughter named Sarah. Sarah was my usual babysitter and would usually babysit until football started in July. I was excited to find this out for obvious reasons.
As Monday morning rolled around my parents woke me up around seven in the morning. They told me, while I was still in bed, that Sarah was here and will take me out to eat if I got up and got ready. I crawled out of bed and got ready, and was finished to say good-byes to my parents. As I went into the living room there was Sarah sitting on the sofa, with her legs crossed waiting for me.
"Morning John." She said with a smile. I blushed and nodded. I always had a crush on her, and how could you not? She was a tall and slim 17-year-old girl-next-door. She had an oval face with a small, but cute nose and full lips. She had big blue eyes that made you fill warm inside and long blonde hair that came down past her shoulders. She then stood up getting ready to go and I couldn't help, but gawk at her. She had ample breasts that were covered by a tight pink t-shirt and a short skirt that stopped a couple inches above her knees. She had long, tan legs that were exposed for my pleasure. She wore flip-flops and had the cutest feet and toes. A sudden picture snapped into my head of her bound and gagged. My mouth dropped slightly when....
"Ready?" Sarah asked. I jumped and looked at her. She had a look not as if I was doing something wrong, but daring me to do it again. "Yeah, ready when you are." I said trying to play it off. Fat load of good it did me because she always caught me starring at her. She never said anything about it, but that look worries me sometimes. We locked and left the house and got into her car to go get some breakfast.
While traveling in the car, I was plagued by image of Sarah bound and rolling over and over trying to get loose. I was into tying someone up for a long time. When I was ten, I use to tie my cousins up with scarves and belts, but they would always break free. I soon gave up after that and believed that I grew out of bondage. Then at camp we learned how to tie someone up with rope and my fetish was reborn even stronger. I quickly stunted my thoughts because of the tingling in my pants.
"So what do you want to do today? Asked Sarah. She had a smile on her face and a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"What do you want to do?" I asked her.
She already knew what to say, "Watching T.V. every day last year got old. How about we play a kid's game." She had something on her mind, but I couldn't be sure just yet. My hormones screamed to me "tie up game", but I had to make sure.
"What game did you like the most when you were a kid?" I asked.
"Cops and Robbers was my favorite." Sarah replied turning pink a bit. I knew it, it has to be, there is no other way.....
"Why did you like it so much?" I asked. It was a trap for me to fall in and I was 95% sure of it.
"Being tied up by my older brother." She said giggling and her face getting even redder.
I knew it, but I was still shocked. She had a lot of balls because coming out like that was big. Maybe she thinks Im still innocent and won't judge her for being odd. My face burned as I asked, "Why did you like it so much and why not get your brother to do it?"
"My brother is in college," Sarah said playfully, but still blushing, "and I was wondering if you could do it?" Her face giving me a warm smile.
"Uuuuhhhh.....Yeah sure," my face burned an even brighter red, "but can we play....uuuhhh....at your house instead because I have.....you know.....no stuff that I would need." I said to her with my words rolling over each other from my nervousness. Sarah giggled and said "Sure."
After eating we went to her house. On the way we talked about previous bondage experiences she had with her brother. I opened up by telling her about camp and my own bondage experiences. We had a good conversation on why we liked it and felt deeply connected to one-another. She told me she wished her parents understood her more and were like me so they could converse about bondage also. She complained about her boyfriends and how they never would be interested in her, but were seeing if they could sleep with her. She told me she was a big flirt and was interested in a serious relationship. Better yet, she told me she trusted me a lot.
We arrived to her house and she told me to get comfortable, while she got some materials for our game. Sarah returned and said rather cheerfully, "Everything you will need is in here. Go upstairs into my room and you can find everything you need. Im going to watch T.V." After that she gave me a wink, kicked off her flip-flops, and plopped down on the couch.
I double timed it up the stairs and found her room open. There was a simple duffle bag sitting on her bed. On top of the bag was a rag with chloroform clearly written on it. I set the rag to the side and dumped the bag's continents on the bed. On the bed now was a mound of rope, scarves, duck-tape, shoelaces, and handkerchiefs. I quickly sorted the ropes and found two ropes about 10 feet long and three about 20 feet long, there was another long rope that was at least 50 feet long, and some scrap rope with the longest being 5 feet. I pocketed the two ten footers and placed the rest back into the bag except the rag with chloroform written on it. I slung the duffle bag over my shoulder and crept out of her room.
I moved downstairs without making a sound. I monitored Sarah as she sat on the couch watching T.V. I crouched and began stealthily creep behind her with concentration in each step. I stopped behind the couch with the chloroform rag in my hand. I stood up and extended my arms in one motion. My hand, with the rag in it, clamped firmly on her mouth.....

Seriously, I don't. It even sounds a little dangerous.

For non-sailors, that's a four-part block-and-tackle with a rachet on one of the main sheaves (pulley) and a cam-cleat (a pair of lever cams that grab and hold the rope when you release the free end). Figured I could hook the traveller end (the one with the camcleat and from which the free end of the rope ran) to an overhead beam, and the other (boom) block to a rope tied figure-eight around my ankles. Pulling the loose end would hoist me up by the feet, with the 8:1 mechanical advantage making it possible to do it myself. The camcleat would hold the rope, and I could later push the rope off the cleat (normally released by pulling "down" on the free end, it would now have to be pushed "up" toward the ceiling) and let myself down slowly.

Well that was the plan, and my heart we pounding pretty hard as I rigged it all up, made sure the rope around the beam would hold (had no intention of dropping myself on my head, and I knew the mainsheet assembly was rated for thousands of pounds). Stripped off (yeah, I was only in shorts to start with, sweating like mad, and it seemed like the thing to do) and lashed my ankles nice and snug with another rope.

The hoisting went pretty much as planned, though IIRC I barely got my head off the floor, my hands could still touch it. The free end of the rope was hanging down in my face and bothering me, so I flipped it out of the way on a hook on the wall.

Didn't take all that long to think "ok, I've had enough". That's when releasing the *$^$@%%! camcleat turned out to be a lot harder than I expected. I'd figured I could pull myself up to the block with the rope, but it was out of reach, and touching my toes while inverted was beyond me.
And I wasn't about to yell for help, not that there was anyone around, at least not for hours.

I finally snagged a push-broom that was leaning against the wall, and used it to retreive the rope. Then I figured I'd hold the rope taut and use the broom to push the rope free of the cleat. It worked, eventually, but even that brilliant idea took waaayy longer than I'd thought. It sounds easy, but when you're swinging around and spinning with every wrong movement (darn those swivel fittings) it's tough.

Eventually I did free myself with no lasting damage to anything, but boy was my face red.

As embarassing as it may be, I sincerely suggest you find a friend you trust and ask him/her for help. The risk of seeming 'weird' beats the risk of getting stuck, or hurt. Heck, tell your friend this story and claim that the guy who wrote it must have been really out of shape (even if IMO that wasn't the case) and you bet you could get free yourself (or untie an unrelated knot at your ankles - don't drop yourself just because you don't have a spare mainsheet).

I looked at my captive to see what to bind first. She was bent to the side with her head laying on the couch, but her feet still on the ground. I looked down at her feet and her cute toes. I would bind her ankles first I decided. I removed the 10 footer from my pocket and began to wrap her ankles horizontally. I then passed the rope in-between her legs and wrapped vertically cinching the rope tight and knotted it. I opened the duffle bag and removed the two 20 feet pieces of rope and tied above and below her knees in the same way. Her tan legs were now bound tightly, but I wasn't done yet. I quickly grabbed a shoelace and tied her big toes together and cinched them also. I stood back to marvel at my work. Her toes were tied tight by the shoelace, her ankles tied, her knees were perfectly bound, and her skirt had rolled up a bit exposing her thighs. "Now those were going to have to be tied." I thought. I removed the other 20 footer and tied those as I did her ankles. Her legs were bound in five places and looked incredibly hot.

I picked up her ankles and placed them on the couch and then rolled her over on her stomach. I straddled her back and grabbed both her arms. I gently brought them back and placed her hands palm to palm. I removed the rope from my pocket and wrapped the rope horizontally around her wrists. I then passed the rope in-between her hands and wrapped it vertically cinching it tighter. I bent over and removed the 50 footer from my bag and readied it. I pulled up her upper body so now she stood on her knees. She was limp and it was hard to steady her so I could tie a chest harness. I wrapped the 50 footer horizontally above and below her breast several times. As I wrapped it back behind her, I passed the rope over one side of her neck, in-between her breasts to the bottom rope, looped the rope around the bottom rope, and brought it back over the other side of her neck, and tied it off to form a bikini chest harness. I then rummaged through the bag and grabbed a handkerchief and a scarf. I wadded up the handkerchief and opened her mouth and shoved the handkerchief inside. I took the scarf passed it through her mouth so that it would hold the handkerchief in, and wrapped it once more before tying it off behind her head.

I lowered her back down on the couch and got off her. I removed a scrap piece of rope and picked up her ankles. I tied one end to her ankles and bent her ankles back to her hands. I then wrapped the rope around her hand's bindings and ankle's bindings and knotted it. She was now in a tight hogtie and could easily touch her feet. I reexamined her bonds to make sure her fingers couldn't find any knots. I found her ankle knot was tied in back and she could easily free them. I then re-knotted it in front, away from her curious fingers. "Just in case," I thought and grabbed another shoelace and tied her thumbs together.

I then noticed she was starting to stir. I stood back and watched with delight. Sarah opened her eyes a bit and shook her head from side to side. She then closed her eyes, but then re-open them wide in fright......

Not really much of a story, but I tied her up really good and got pics this time. :)

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Sarah breathed heavily, but seemed far from giving up. She wiggled her hands and her thumbs, but they were tied to well to get out. She then began to wiggle her feet. Her toes wiggled a bit and her bound big toes moved as one. They were too helpless for me to resist and I passed one solitude finger upon her sole. Sarah shrieked into her gag and thrashed at her bindings again. She rolled onto her side and made eye contact with me. Her eyes contained a mock terror, but were soft. I decided to fix this as I removed a scarf from the bag and flipped her back on her stomach. She shook her head from side to side, sensing what I was to do. It didn't matter as I blindfolded her tight.

Sarah laid there now blindfolded trying to figure out what to do next. She tried pulling on her hogtie rope again, but it didn't budge. She tried moving her legs, but with her thighs bound she was immobile. In her struggles her skirt had lifted and exposed the very bottom of her buttocks. I pulled her skirt back over her bottom and she grunted. I smiled at some devilish thoughts, but squashed them from my mind. Another one cam to my head, less immoral, but more practical.

I left my captive and ran back to her room. "I shouldn't leave her alone for to long." I thought. I found what I was looking for; a single feather. I returned to my captive running and found her the way I left her. She had given up and was now breathing heavily and savoring the moment. I straddled her with my knees and faced myself at her feet. She tried rolling to side, but I held her tight. "MMMMPPPPHHHH!" she exclaimed! She knew what I was about to do and pleaded through her gag. "MMPPHH!" "MMPPHH!" she exclaimed! The feather touched her sole and she exploded in laughter. Her body shuddered underneath me, and jerked from side to side. A smile escaped from me and I ran the feather up and down her sole. Her whole body laughed and she jerked and twitched her feet, but I kept it up. It felt as if an earthquake was under me as she shook trying to throw me off. I continued to stroke her foot with the feather for about 3 minutes when I felt something.

I jumped off of Sarah, who was still giggling and had tears coming down her face, something wasn't right. It wasn't my self-guilt that stopped me, but a feeling. Someone was in this room watching us. I scanned the room and to my shock a figure emerged from the shadows....

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I didn’t really know her that well so I decided not to go on the rumours id heard about her (things that included ****ing someone off in the middle of a lesson). I walked over to her and sat down next to her
“Hi” I said a little shaky
“Hiya” she replied
“So you got any ideas on what we should do for this???” I asked her
“Well its gotta be a scene with just the 2 of us, alone, well I got this idea from this film I’v seen years ago, when I was like well little” She spoke with a common Essex accent
“Right…”
“Well basically you could be like a bank robber and you’ve just robbed the bank where I work, and you needed a hostage, so naturally you picked me, a helpless young venerable bank worker and because the cops were chasing us you had to take me back to your hideout which could be like some old abandoned warehouse or something and we can base the scene around that, I mean its got everything, good plot, tension and we can just build on it, it’s a certain A for sure”
“Ok then, so how would this scene work?”
“Well it would all be about me trying to talk you into letting me go or surrendering which in turn could lead to other things, like stuff about each of our characters, like personal stuff”
We went on to talk about developing the scene and how it would play out, I couldn’t hold it back, I mean I was never really into like bondage or anything, but seeing a woman bound and gagged always turned me on, but I’d never really tied anyone up before, so I thought that this could be my big chance.
“So what do we do when we first get to the warehouse? I mean am I just gonna let you just roam around free” I felt a bit worried after I said that, it sounded blatantly obvious what I was suggesting.
“Well you could drag me in kicking and screaming, like I could just be shouting for help, then you could like tie me up and gag me for a while and say a load of stuff then go onto say “if you promise not to scream I’ll ungag you” and then just leave me tied to the chair and we could work around that, how does that sound”
“gr…erm…great” I said trying not to sound too excited, I stopped and thought for a second “erm one problem, im not so good with knots” I said quietly
“well that doesn’t matter I mean you could just like use a tie and do a simple knot behind my back and then we could use another tie as a gag” she said in a sort of patronising sort of way.
“well we want it to be believable don’t we? I mean the more realistic and the better use of props the better the mark we get then” I said going out on a limb
“yeah, but I mean how you going to get good with knots in time for the performance” she asked
“well we could try other things like tape, why don’t you come over to my place after school, we could stop buy a shop and pick up some supplies and work out how we could do this” Oh my god did I actually propose that this attractive slutty girl come home with me after school so I could tie her up, what have I done
“sure, meet me by my locker after school” she said, I couldn’t believe it, it was actually happening, I was going to be able to tie an attractive girl up, I was so excited through out the rest of the day and when the end of school finally came I rushed to her locker to meet her, it was going to be perfect, my parents would be working late, so id have over 6 hours to tie this girl up and who knows what else could have happened.
“Hi, you ready to go?” I asked, with a slight tremble in my voice.
“Yeah lets go” she said, as I turned round to leave she gave my ass a squeeze. I was really looking forward to it now.
We walked to my house on the way stopping in on a small D.I.Y. shop near my house, we looked around and found different types of tape, I picked up a few rolls of duct tape and smiled and winked at Gemma, we brought the tape with the money I forgot to take out of my wallet from the night before (some friends and I when shopping).

We got back to my place and I offered her a drink, which she said yes to, I went into the kitchen and came back in to the living room and found her playing with the tape!!!
“So…err… shall we get down to business”
“yeah ok, you got any like wooden chairs?” She asked, crap I thought to myself, my parents had chose to buy new dinning room furniture and get rid of the old stuff
“erm afraid not”
“ah well, we’ll have to do it with out the chairs, where do you want me?”
“could we do this up in my room, it might be more comfortable on my bed”
“yeah sure lets go” I picked up the tape and lead her to my room. She sat down on my bed took off her school blazer and kicked off her shoes and her tie. She examined the tape again and dropped a roll of tape, she lent forward to pick it up and I could see directly down her top, felt myself begin to grow hard as a slight bulge appeared between my legs, I tried as best as I could to cover it up.
“So, lets get started” she said tossing me the tape
She stood up and walked to where my bedroom door is and started staring at me
“Well what are you waiting for, pick me up and throw me on the bed”
Now my bed I thought was quite cool, it was a small double bed but it opened up, the top would lift up with the actual bed on it, sort of like a treasure chest for storing things like cloths or other stuff, I had recently been given a new wardrobe so the bottom half had a few extra sheets in there.

I stood up desperately trying to hide my bulge and just picked her up over my shoulder and she began kicking and screaming
“HELP, HELP, IM BEING KIDDNAPPED….ouch” she said as I tossed her on the bed
“shut up” I yelled picking up the tape, I pulled her hands behind her back and wrappend the tape around her wrists about one and a half times then did the same for her ankles, we worked out that we would just use one strip of tape for the gag and she would just ‘act’ as if she couldn’t speak. We tried this a few times and worked out the best way to do the scene, she would usually be able to break free of the tape and the gag would look a bit dodgy sometimes, but I think we worked it out. We stopped at around 5:30 and had a break and a chat her hands were still tied behind her back.
“So I’d seen you around school a few times, but I never really spoke to you, you were always pretty cute” she said in a flirty sort of way.
“really? Yeah id scene you a few times before as well”
“what you didn’t find me cute” she said making a powty face at me.
“yeah of course I did”
“aww thanks babe” she said breaking the tape and spanking me on the ass.
“So how did you like it” I asked
“what the scene? Yeah I think its really good”
“no I didn’t mean the scene, I meant being tied up”
“if you could call that being tied up” she said in a mocking tone
“yeah but I weren’t really trying, I bet I could tie you up so you couldn’t get free”
“yeah id like to see you try”
“we should try someday”
Her head spun round and she fixed her gaze on me as her ponytail swished back and forth.
“Why wait” she said
I looked at her arms as she was wearing a short sleeved shirt
“but wouldn’t that kill your skin” I said rubbing her arm
“nah, to tell the truth” she said leaning forward “I kinda like it” she whispered in my ear.
She began fiddling with the tape “I mean when I was little and I saw the damsels in distress on TV I always had a fantasy of being tied up…tightly” she said in a deep sort of sexy voice, I felt my bulge return between my legs, which she then saw leaned over and place her hand on it and placed a kiss on my lips and handed me the tape
“I can tell you like it too…” she said in her sexy voice handing me the tape
At this moment I decided to act, I pushed her down on my bed and pinned her arms to the ground straddled her waist and kissed her passionately and removed my shirt, I then flipped her over and sat on her butt pulling her arms behind her back holding her wrists together and I began to tape them together as hard and as tight as I could, she was moaning into my bed as I did this. I then turned round and pulled her ankles up and taped them together and then did the same for her thighs and then I sat her up and began wrapping the tape around her upper body, above and below her lovely large breasts, pushing them up even higher and making them look bigger and firmer. We began kissing again and I started to feel up her breasts, but suddenly it just didn’t feel right. I stopped and walked away over to my desk
“hey whats wrong???” she said alarmed
I looked down at the desk and saw her tie lying there, I picked it up and rolled it up, still with my back to her, I mean I didn’t know what was happening, I had this hot girl all tied up alone in my room and it didn’t feel right
“hey your not just going to leave me here are you? I might have to scram for help…”
“come on your scaring me now” she said as I realised it had been 5 minuets since I stood up, I could hear her struggling and I turned round and saw her trying to break free. I walked towards her
“what was wrong, hey what are you doing with my ti…MPPPHHHHH” she said as I stuffed her tie in her mouth and picked up the tape and wrapped it round her head a few times, I heard her moan and giggle into her gag and in a weird way I could tell she was smelling even behind all the layers of tape. I stood back and watched her struggle and moan into her gag, my hard on still present as I watched her body twist and struggle and her breasts move up and down, yet it didn’t feel right trying anything with her, I couldn’t work out why. After about 15 mins of me just watching her I heard a noise that made my heart skip a beat, I heard a key turn in the door and my mother’s voice.
“Hello, anyone in, I’m home early, a lot of my meetings were cancelled during the day, so I was able to catch up on the work I was going to catch up on, Hello? Come down Sue’s here and she brought Ryan with her” (sue was my mum’s best friend and Ryan was her son, he was an annoying first year at my school, I didn’t like him)
I panicked, I mean who wouldn’t, I’m stood in my bedroom, with out my shirt on and a massive hard on, as a girl lies bound and gagged with duct tape on my bed, I quickly ran over to Gemma and her shocked expression and picked her up over my shoulder, I lifted up the top of my treasure chest bed, and grabbed the rolls of tape and her cloths as well as mine and threw it in the bottom of the bed, now what. I heard foot steps coming up the stairs, my mum must have come looking for me since I didn’t answer, I dropped Gemma in the bottom of the bed then looked around, it was still going to look bad, I was standing half naked in my room with a large hard on. I jumped into the bottom of the bed pulling the top down.

“I don’t think hes here, he must have stayed round a friends, I swear that boy never tells me anything, ah well, Ryan you can play on his play station if want”
“sure” he said jumping on the bed, we felt every little bump and movement under that bed, it was a bit of a tight squeeze under that bed, Gemma’s body was pressed up right against mine as I could feel her breasts squashed up against my chest and I’m sure she felt my hard on. It would seem as if it still turned her on she was still giggling into her gag and breathing heavily as I could feel it in her chest, she kept rubbing her nose across my face and it was as if she was trying to kiss me from behind her gag.

After what seemed like hours of this kid jumping and farting on my bed, we heard the play station and the TV get switched off and him finally leave, since sue didn’t drive my mother was probably giving her a ride home, after we heard the front door shut I started trying to get the top of the bed to lift but it wouldn’t budge, Gemma was really struggling and MMPPPHHHHHHing into her gag at this point until I finaly managed to kick it open, I lifted Gemma out and dropped her on the bed, I removed her gag, she spat out the tie and said “well that was fun”
She leaned forward and we started kissing again and I moved so I was on top of her and began to feel her up again, but I stopped and thaoght, learn your lesson, mum could be back any minuet, but it was so tempting, it felt right now, I mean we spent a good few hours lying up close together and not being able to do anything and I was so turned on at that very moment, I love the way her sweaty body felt against the tape, but I had to untie her and get her out before my mum got back, so I pulled my penknife out my desk drawer and cut the tape freeing her. She went to the toilet and I got us both a drink, she got her stuff together and got ready to leave.
Before she left she turned round grabbed my crotch and whispered in my ear “Next Time” before kissing me on the check and leaving

All I could see was “WOW” I didn’t quite know how to feel about what had happened that evening and ran upstairs to tidy my room up and get dressed before my mum got back, I’d just tell her I went round a friend to practise for drama…

**THE END**

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I really like your stories. They sound believable (which is not very common for this site) and plus, you sound like a man after my own heart (when it comes to bound girls, that is). Keep up the great stories.

I would love to get together with a warm, sensitive guy who also enjoys tying girls up!

Lots of love . . .

And another preliminary note: Alicia is not now, nor has she ever been my girlfriend. She was at the time currently single, or else I wouldn’t have done it to begin with. I guess the modern term for us is “friends with benefits.”

This was a few months ago during summer break. I live in A State and my friend Alicia lives in Another State that I used to live in (it’s a good distance away from where I live now, so I hardly ever see her). Anyway, since I was on summer break I got to go down there for a week, but first, some history.

For months prior when we would talk on the phone (which was often), whenever she would mention Sarah, her little sister, I would always say “Let me talk to Sarah.” I had known Sarah from high school since she’s only about a year younger than Alicia and me, and we were okay friends. But it always sort of annoyed Alicia that I would say I wanted to talk to Sarah. In all honesty, I didn’t really care to talk to Sarah, it’s just that I like to push Alicia’s buttons. Anyway, she would always say no, and then yell at Sarah, “Jesse says he hates you!” or something like that. And I would say that next time I was down there I was going to make sure to talk to Sarah and there was nothing she would be able to do about it. She would then respond with some sort of “Yeah right” sarcastic remark.

So anyway, when I found out I was actually going down there I had to make sure to stick to my word. And I had the perfect plan. A few nights before I left, I went to Wal-Mart to get supplies, which included a long jump-rope, a roll of duck tape, and a couple bandanas. I figured I would only need one, but I bought two just to be safe. Oh, and to avoid curious looks from the cashiers at Wal-Mart, most of whom I know, I bought the supplies on different nights.

After I had been down in Another State for a couple of days and Alicia asked me what I wanted to do the next day, I said that we should hang out at her house. I knew that Sarah would be home that day and that Alicia’s parents would both be at work until about six. She said that was fine. Well the next day I went over, and I brought my supplies in a small duffel bag. Conveniently, her birthday had just passed weeks earlier and I had intentionally waited until now to give her her gift. (I had this all planned out.) She asked what was in the bag when I got to her house and I told her it was her present. That was true. It was in the bag. But so were other things. I told her I would give it to her later on. When I walked in, Sarah was sitting on the couch. I just said hi to her, when Alicia said “Ugh, don’t talk to her, let’s go to my room.” I had planned on that, too. Everything was working out great. When I got to her room she kicked off her flip flops, and sat down on her bed. I sat down next to her and said “Okay, it’s time for your present now, but first you have to close your eyes.”

She asked questions like why she had to close her eyes since I was giving her the gift now anyway, but I would just say “Oh, just do it.” She acted like she would, but I would watch her, and after a few seconds she would peak over at what I was getting out of the bag. I figured she would do this. I’ve known her for so long that I can usually predict her pretty well. I said, “Alright, I counted on you doing this, so I’m going to have to blindfold you.” I pulled out a bandanna and she grunted as I was tying it over her eyes. I then reached down for the jump-rope, which I had already begun a knot in, so I could just slip it around her wrists and then cinch up the knot. I told her to hold out her hands. She held out one, and I said, “No I need both of them” and reached down for her other hand and pulled it up close to the other and positioned them for what I was about to do. I then put the rope knot widely around both wrists so she would not feel it until I had tightened it, which I then did. She said “Oh my gosh, what are you doing!” Not angry, just laughingly surprised. Then I tied several more knots around it before she could get it off. “Why are my hands tied?”

“Just hold on a few minutes and I’ll explain.” I then started using the other end of the rope and stretched it down to her ankles (not a hogtie, just straight down from her wrists to her bare feet; she was still sitting upright) Then I said, “Remember how I promised you over and over again that I would talk to Sarah and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it? Well, I couldn’t think of any other way, so, sorry.” (That was a lie on two parts: this was my first idea and I hadn’t tried to think of any others. Also, I wasn’t sorry :-P)

“What! You can’t do this!” she started to yell and struggle [but again, I could tell that she wasn’t actually mad, or else I would’ve stopped then] but she couldn’t get free of the rope any time soon, and before she could scream any more I pulled down the blindfold and re-tied it as a cleave gag. She started to Mmmmpphh a lot, and I’m sure that she could’ve talked through it if she wanted to, but she’s a good sport and a good actress (if I hadn’t have been more experienced at this sort of thing, she would’ve fooled me into believing that she actually couldn’t talk.) I decided I wouldn’t be needing the duck tape. I like bandannas and things much more than tape; also, it doesn’t hurt when you pull them off. I also didn’t want her blindfolded anymore. Remember, I had two bandannas, so I could’ve had her gagged and blindfolded, but blindfolds detract from the fun for me. I like seeing the emotions in their eyes. The only reason I had used the blindfold up until now was because it was necessary. But now I had her tied and gagged and Sarah was still at the other end of the house watching TV, so I was sure that she had no idea what was going on. I told Alicia to “sit tight” to which she grunted in a pretend pissed off sort of way. I then stood outside of Alicia’s door and yelled, “Sarah, come here for a second.” I could hear her coming, so I went and sat down on the bed next to Alicia with my arm around her shoulders. Sarah came in and before she could complete “What is it?” she saw Alicia on the bed all tied up. She looked a little puzzled, so I took the initiative. “Almost every time I call, I always tell Alicia to let me talk to you, but she never does and she says stuff like how I hate you or something like that, and I knew that she wasn’t going to let me talk to you today if she could help it, so I’ve taken care of that. So, how’s it going?”

Sarah laughed and sat down in a chair in Alicia’s room. We must’ve talked for about thirty minutes before I said, “Well, it sure has been nice talking to you, but I guess unless there’s anything else, we should probably untie your sister now.”

Sarah agreed that there wasn’t really anything else to talk about, so she came over to help. “Will you work on her feet while I get her hands?” I got to work on her hands when Alicia stared over at me and Mmmphhed in a way that I could tell she was saying something like “Helloooo” like I had forgotten about the gag. I acted jokingly irritated and said “Hold on, I’m getting to it” and undid one of the two knots at the back (it was a “square knot” you know, over-under, under-over, or whatever, so I was undoing the top knot) Once I got that undone, I reached over to the front of her mouth and pulled the gag out from her teeth. (I always like to pull it out from there, because to me there’s something strangely sexy about feeling it where it’s sort of wet from being in their mouth). But I left the gag hanging around her neck with only that part of a knot left holding it there so she could remove it easily. After she was completely untied, Sarah left and me and Alicia talked for about fifteen minutes about random things. Of course, the first thing I did was “apologize” for having to do that, but I told her that maybe next time she would let me talk to Sarah without having to tie her up first. Anyway, after the fifteen minutes or so she still had the bandanna hanging from her neck, so I said “Forget about something?” as I finished pulling it off and putting it back in the bag. “Oh, and speaking of forgetting something, here’s your present” as I gave it to her. Told you guys I wasn’t kidding about that.

Now, before I actually post this I should tell you that I’ve typed it in Microsoft Word, so if by pasting onto the board warps the punctuation, as that sometimes happens, I apologize in advance and I’ll try to fix that before posting next time.

Was wondering if anyone has any tips for me, I need to get revenge badly!!!!

My Family:
Ryan 21
Matt 18
John 16
Brett 13 (my twin)
Me (lily) 13

All my older bros are into bondage,
so I am in a bad situation, when they are board

The Four Rooms
Head Above Water
The Big Empty
Jamaica Inn
Alone in the Woods

I will not go into describing the scenes, but you can check out a description on brianspage.com to see that they’re legit. None of them are pornographic in nature.

I believe that’s all of them. I’m giving them away. There is absolutely no charge on your part. But you will have to trust me enough to send me your mailing address. You will receive the movies in a plain package, and I doubt I will put my return address on it. I will not give your address to anyone, and after I send the package, I will throw away the address.

Currently, the movies are in fine condition. Hopefully they will remain that way through packaging and mailing, but even if they do not, you do not lose anything.

You can email me at

littleskeezy@netscape.net if you are interested. You must live within the United States and not Hawaii or Alaska. (Sorry for guys who were interested that live outside the U.S.; it’s nothing personal. I just don’t want to have to pay extra for shipping.)

Please make your subject Videos or something to that effect, and do NOT send along any attachments. IF YOU SEND AN ATTACHMENT, YOUR EMAIL WILL NOT BE OPENED.

More than likely I will send the movies to the first person that emails me. I will email you back if I plan on sending the movies to you. If you have not heard back from me within a couple weeks, you know that I have already chosen to send the movies to someone else.

I’ll post a message on this board when I find out who I’m sending them to, and I will include your name unless in your email you specifically say not to.

That is all.

I don't have any idea how to get revenge, short of telling your parents what happens or somehow securing proof.

Btw, how do they tie you up - and how old were you when it first started?

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Anomalee, if you're out there, please, please post the rest of your story! I'm dying to find out what happens next. If you have no time to write because of school or whatever, at least respond to this message just so we know you're still alive!

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I am 16 and have been into bondage and light crossdressing for several years. I have dabbled in self bondage without getting caught and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.

Every summer, my parents go on vacation and I stay with my Aunt Karen for a couple weeks. She is very trusting of me and will leave me alone while she tends to errands. On this day, I woke up and she informed me that today she was going shopping with her friends, Janice and Leslie. She said she would be back around five. Perfect, I thought.

Aunt Karen left to meet her friends around 10. I knew his was a great chance to do some self bondage. I had never really tried any of Aunt Karen's clothes on, but it would be perfect. Aunt Karen was tall (5'10") and quite well built and very attractive for her age (45) She had sholulder length light brown hair and wore glasses, she kinda resembled a tall Katie Couric. Being about the same size, I knew her clothes would fit well.

As soon as she left, I grabbed a roll of duct tape from the cupboard and my handcuffs and ran upstairs to her room. Rummaging through her drawers, I pulled out several pairs of pantyhose, some nice silk scarves, and a pair of panties. I slipped the panties on and walked over to her closet to select and an outfit.

Now, Aunt Karen was a clothes horse, to say the least. I had so much to choose from. I selected a silky black bra, white blouse, and plaid skirt. I put these on and felt great. I then slipped into some black tights and walked over to her shoe closet. Aunt Karen had more shoes nad boots than anyone! I picked a pair of knee high black leather boots and zipped them up. They fit almost perfect.

I was now ready for bondage. I pulled a chair from her vanity and sat it in the middle of the room. I sat in it and tied my ankles to the legs securely. I went over them with duct tape. Then I took a pair of her hose and shoved them into my mouth. I sealed the gag in by wrapping duct tape around my head 4 times. I was completely silenced. Finally I took the cuffs, tossed the key across the room so I would have to struggle to get it, and fastened my hands behind my back.

I felt so helpless. I had never gone this all-out, and realized it would be awhile before I got to those keys. I looked at myself in the mirror, relished the felling of being bound in my Aunt's clothes, and drifted off to sleep.

To be continued...soon

The next day I grabbed the roll of tape from my drawer and got ready to leave, I made my way to Gemma’s place with the roll of tape in my jacket pocket and walked the long way round to her place so I would come from the back of her house, I didn’t want them to see me coming letting them know I was there so they could all hide. I arrived at her house and looked around to see if anyone was around, I then climbed over her fence into her back garden and crept around low towards her patio door which was open a tiny bit to let in a cool breeze I could only see Gemma and Jess, I tried to pick out what they were saying but all I managed to pick out was that the others were going to be late and they’d be there soon and that when they arrived they would send her a text message to make sure the kitchen was clear so they could sneak through the back door and upstairs to their hiding place where they would get ready for my “surprise”. At this point I took a step back and thought about what to do, I pulled my phone out and sent Gemma a text saying I would be at her place any minuet.
“That’s Chris, he’ll be her soon you better get upstairs, wait in my mum’s room (her parents were divorced) you can wait in there and if for some reason we have to come upstairs hide in my mum’s closet, it’s the big walk-in one” Gemma explained to Jess and with that they both left the living room, this was my chance, I slid the door open a little more and crept inside closing the door behind me and pared through the doorway and saw them going upstairs, I wait for them to get to the top before making a break for the upstairs, checking that they had their backs to me I made a silent sort of dive into the bathroom which was at the top of the stairs.

I waited until I heard Gemma make her way back down stairs and I crept out along the hallway to the room Jess was hiding in, I peaked in and saw that she was getting ready for me, she had a roll of tape out on the bed as well as a few dresses, bras, panties, make up and what looked like a disposable camera and a camcorder all laid out on the bed. I waited for her to be standing right in the centre of the bed, I charged at her knocking her face down in to the bed, I then sat on her butt and picked up some of the panties and shoved them in her mouth as she tried to let out a muffled scream, I then wrapped the tape around her head about 6 times, I showed no mercy to her as I did this, I then pulled her wrists behind her and taped them together, I then turned round and pulled her ankles up and taped them together. I made her kneel up and wrapped tape around her large thighs and took a step back, it felt weird watching this rather large girl struggle and trying to break free as all the rolls of like flab and stuff. What to do now??? Hmmmm ah ha, the closet. I opened the double doors and saw a large sleeping bag. I sat her on the edge of the bed and but her feet in the top and simple pulled it up to her neck zipping it up so you could just see her head. I wrapped the tape around her body in the bag and around the top by her neck, not tight round the neck to she couldn’t breath or anything, just so she couldn’t wriggle out of it. I took a few pictures with the camera and them made some space in the closet before pushing her to the floor and rolling her to the closet closing it. It had one of those simple small locks on the doors, so I locked it leaving her in the dark.

This took around 7 minuets as I worked as fast as you really can tying a fat girl up as quietly as possible, I crept back downstairs and peaked into the living room, Gemma was watching TV and sitting in a rocking chair by the door, with one of the panties from upstairs I waited for her to yawn as I jumped out and shoved them in her mouth and clamped my hand over her mouth, I quickly took out the tape and wrapped it around her mouth about 6 or 7 times again showing no mercy, I then put her hands on the arms of the rocking chair and taped them to the arms of the chair and then again just before her elbows. I then taped her ankles to the legs of the chair and then again below her knees. I then taped her upper body to the back of the chair, so she could not lean forward and then I taped her lower body to the seat of the chair. I stood back and watched her strain and struggle and moan as she tried to break free and just ended up rocking back and forth on the rocking chair. I then prepared for the others arrival, I closed the door of the living room as well as the curtains of the patio door, I didn’t want them to catch on to what was happening. I then put on a DVD and turned the sound up very high so they wouldn’t be able to hear any muffled screams from Gemma, I then thought what about jess, they would easily be able to hear her in the closet. I took Gemma’s phone and sent a text to Rosie telling her there was a change of plan and for them to get ready in her room instead of her mum’s (I was not going to do my back in dragging that heffer to another room!!!).

I made my way upstairs and hid in the bathroom again and waited until I could hear them arrive at the house and make their way upstairs
“ill see you in a sec I just wanna go to the toilet” Jenny said.
Crap I thought to myself as I jumped in the bath and pulled the shower curtain back. She sat down on the toilet. But she didn’t actually do anything she made a phone call and that was it, it must have been privet since she came into the toilet to do it, I waited for her to hang up and I grabbed a small sponge and stuffed it in her mouth and wrapped the tape around her head, I then pulled her wrists together in front of her and tapped them together and then did the same for her ankles and then at her thighs I then wrapped the tape around the top her legs and the bowl of the toilet and then around her already taped wrists securing them in front of her on her lap. I then taped her ankles to the bottom of the toilet and then her upper body to the toilet. Its hard to describe how it was done, hell it was hard to actually do it. I took another picture and left her there. Now what, I don’t think I can chance it getting the together 2 on their own, so id have to work quickly, I looked out and saw Natasha walk towards Gemma’s mum’s room looking for Jess, I quickly ran out dived on her and taped her hands behind her back and I looked and saw Rosie running at me, I charged at her but stopped just before we reached each other and changed direction, this cause her to trip and fall, I sat on her butt and taped her hands behind her back and stood her up and pushed her on the bed next to Natasha, I stuffed the panties in their mouths and wrapped the tape around their heads, they both heavily protested to this behind their gags as I taped their ankles together and then their thighs. I then took this chance to try something different I took Natasha and rolled her on her stomach and pulled her ankles up to her wrists and taped them together putting her in to what I now know to be called a hog-tie, I then did the same to Rosie.

I took a few more pictures of the girls and then got the camcorder and made some footage getting close ups and watching them struggle and then told each of them
“If you even think of trying to get back at me for this or trying to get any of your boyfriends on me, then these pictures and this footage will be around the school so fast!!! Got it???” each of their heads nodded in anger as I said this to them one-by-one and tried to shout things at me from under their gags, couldn’t make out a word of it though. Just before I left I just had to say one last thing to Gemma
“Why? I mean we could have had something together, but you just turned on me like that because your friends don’t like me, I mean yeah I could understand if you’d put them first, but to try something like this, I didn’t think you were like that, I really didn’t”
She didn’t try to say anything whilst I said that, she barely even looked at me
“I’m sure if none of you get free by this evening your mum will untie you lot”
I said as I made my exit.

After that day I never spoke to Gemma again, I mean nothing, she didn’t even try to say sorry or anything and as for the rest of them they didn’t try anything they would just give me evils and mutter something ever time they saw me. I still see Gemma around from time to time now, we don’t speak we, I just notice her around. Shes a kid now, she got pregnant not long after leaving school, shame really.

**THE END**

On the brighter side you do have Amy. She sounds like a good girl who won't steer you wrong. Not to mention Shelley and Sarah to keep tings interesting. At least with that lot if you get bound you know it's all in good fun.

Luck with that. :)

Until then,
-Coal Gargoyle

Loved your story. Be sure to post more! It's especially cool to have an English major writing on the board.

Thinker,

I think the address to TW's new page is

http://tw57.proboards36.com

If you still can't get it, it's called "Team Harmony" now, so you might could try typing that in on a search engine.

By the way, if either of you live inside the U.S., check out my previous post, "Proposition" and see if you're interested. Currently, I still haven't got rid of them.

In fact, anyone who wants to chat, feel free. I'm bored lately.

Please let us know ASAP.

This is my first post, so ill introduce myself. Im Ethan, 16 years old. And I enjoy crossdressing and some bondage occasionally. On to the story now.

It was rainy this day, and I had no plans at all. My dad was at work, my sister heather was at a friend's house, and mom was downstairs with some of her friends. I decided to put on some of my sister's trampy clothes. I found myself in her room, searching for something nice. I picked out a baby blue string thong, the matching lace bra, a denim miniskirt, backseamed black tights, and a top that read: "Lets Focus on Me" Right across the chest. I put it all on and looked in a big 2-Meter high mirror in my mom's room. I thought to myself "Something's missing.." I Looked in my mom's closet and found a pair of 4.5 inch black high heel pumps that strangely fit me just fine. I stumbled around for a bit to get used to the pumps. And then it happened. The doorbell rung, someone was coming upstairs.. who could it be?
I rushed back to my room to take off the clothes, but the strap on one of the pumps was stuck in the clip, I tried to get it off but it was already too late..

To be continued.

I also want to ask if there are any female readers who are into giving handgags that would be interested in e-mailing me. I would love to share my fetish with you and perhaps discuss stories and swap tales. Any ladies willing to write me? I promise to answer all letters--females only, please. I am dying to hear from you, so please write soon. Come on, ladies, flood me with e-mail!

As for the readers, I am ready to share with you my stories. Just say the word.

More stories, please, we enjoy!!!

This is what happend some years ago around christmas time.

I was out playing around in the snow with Matthew, my best friend.
Suddenly the game was turning into a wrestling game and as usual I did loose this time. Matthew was sitting on my stomach and teasing me. Suddenly he took of my own woll scarf and gagged me with it. And then he turned me around, twisting my arm to my back and tied them together with a string that he usally use to tie his skiis together with.
Then he tied my feet together and then he used his own woll scarf to blindfold me with.
There I was on the ground,trying to get loose, and át the same time I didn't try because I did like to be tied this way. Well I did breake free later with some help from matthew, and the next time it was the other way around.....or I was tied up again:)

Thank you:)

Wait, I lied, I do have one more trick. Watch a movie or show that has someone getting tied up. As you both watch them struggle fruitlessly work into the conversation something like “I could get out of that easily.” Or “If you were tied up like that, would you have that much trouble.” Those are horrible and blatant I know, but if what you say works you can make tying them (or you) up a dare. Just read Shortie’s first story for a good example.

I’ll continue posting my stories later. I just wanted to get the advice out of the way as not to clog the actual tales.

As to my stories, I have quite a few, ranging from my childhood to my teen years that I could post here. Some happened in the classroom, on the playground, on the schoolbus, even in the hospital. I would be happy to share my stories with you, since I keep seeing people's requests here for more stories.

I usually get time to write on weekends, so look for a Saturday or Sunday dateline on my stories. I must warn you, however, that I am an English major who has taught English and written profesionally, so if my wriing seems a bit more polished than you are used to, that is the reason.

My stories involve the F/m form of handgagging--girls and adult females doing it to a male. I hope these stories will be of interest to all the readers here, or at least some of you. I'll get started writing one for you this weekend. As a preview, my first story will be "a funny thing happened to me in a hospital" involving two young nurses. Stay tuned....

I am still hoping to receive e-mail from the ladies at this site who enjoy giving handgags, as I had posted earlier with my e-mail address. Maybe a few stories will be what it takes to get that kind of response. Please write to me, ladies. I am a bit isolated and lonely at the moment, and would greatly appreciate an e-mail from you. My experiences were what eventually brought me to be a lover of the F/m handgag.

Story coming soon. Let me wish all of you a safe, healthy, and prosperous New Year in 2005.

This is the true story of what happened to me and my friend Lily a while ago. It was summer. I was 16, Lily was also 16, a few months older than me. It was a particularly warm day, but I still wore a blouse and flowery skirt with stockings. We were in my house, which has a 4-car garage, with our boyfriends, My boyfriend John, Lily's boyfriend Steve, and their friend Matt.

It was about 4: 30 pm, we were all bored, just sitting in the garage waiting for something to do when I went outside to get a little fresh air for a few minutes. I came back to see Matt and John tying Lily up and gasped, I turned to see Steve who had been hiding behind the door, he grabbed me, clamping his hand over my mouth tightly. I cried out, playing along. I had had little experience with tie-up games, and never with my boyfriend! But I still played along.

We were tied to chairs near each other, white clothesline ropes were tied into nooses and slipped over our hands behind the chairs, then pulled to cinch it tight, we struggled before clear packaging tape was used to secure our hands to the chairs and to tape our feet down to the cross bars, I looked over at Lily, her eyes were full of mock fear, she was playing along good, John quickly gave me a small kiss before wads of cloths were stuffed into our mouths, my jaws ached from the heavy packing, I felt someone raising my hair to bare my neck as tape was pushed over my mouth and wrapped around my head over and over.

I looked over again to see Lily getting her mouth taped as well, I let out a muffled groan as my shoes were pulled off, then the tape holding them to the chair was peeled off and they were tied together with heavy-knotted kite string, Lily recieved the same treatment and our chairs were turned, then pushed forward, our bound feet rested in the other's lap, another rope was used to secure them there.

I watched as the boys exited and looked at Lily, she was struggling, muted grunts of helplessness coming from under her gag. I myself thought the fun was wearing off. Her bound feet in my lap smelled sweaty and putrid, with my mouth under the heavy layers of tape, which squeezed my face like a vice grip, I was forced to breath in the putrid aroma, from the look on her face, my feet didn't smell too pleasant either.

We sat there for almost two hours, bound and gagged helplessly, I struggled after the first hour for a good ten minutes, trying to dislodge my ropes or gag. It didn't work. The boys came back later and untied us. I myself was a bit frustrated that I'd been put in such a helpless situation by a few boys, but Lily seemed to have fun.

That's all for now, I have a few more stories to tell. But that's for later.

Amy

One day my parents went out and I had to babysit her, in a way. She was like 14 and I was 17, so she didn’t really need me, she could have taken care of herself, but the fact that we were not alone in the house had my parents to go out more. So one of these evening, I had planned to have my boyfriend over, and I eagerly wanted to make out. I knew she would be a pest but I had hoped she would give us a break.

But it was not to happen. Like I said, she would always do stuff just to make me mad. She would go to my room and take my things, like my CDs or play with my computer, or even worse, sneak on my journal. She was also mean to me and would laugh at any boyfriend she would hear about. And this boyfriend made no exception.

So that night, my parent left, and soon after my boyfriend was over. I wanted to use all the time I could have with him, so we got to my room and started to make out. One thing about me, I am kind of loud with guys. I don’t know, I like to let them know I like to be with them. Also I think I just “let go” of all the stress and I just go with the flow, so I sigh loud and I say “Mmmm” kissing, and everytime he touches me I breath very hard. You know, the stuff we all do. Anyway, my boyfriend and I were going at it and it was getting great.

It was already kind of late, I would say around 9:30, and my sister was in her room, just beside mine, and she was getting ready to bed. She knew we were in my room, and being a brat like she can be, she was shouting at us and telling us to keep quiet. I tried to be as quiet as I could, and I swear that she couldn’t hear a thing, but she was just trying to disturb us, as much as she could. She would shout at us from time to time, she would knock on the wall between our two rooms, she would even come, banging her feet on the floor, and stand just outside my room, and shout at us again.

I knew she would be a complete brat and I tried to ignore her as much as I could. But the last straw came when she rushed right into my room, without any warnings, as my boyfriend had his hand under my top. And then she would just say, laughing: “I told you to keep it quiet!!” And she would run back out, slamming the door, and laughing.

Needless to say that cut our inspiration. But I had it. She was not getting away with that. So I got off the bed and started to look for stuff; I wanted to tie her up and gag her. I was so mad, livid, and I frantically went through my stuff to find what I needed. The first thing I grabbed was my bathrobe, and I got the belt from it. It is like a long bandana. I also got a pair of socks rolled in a ball, a couple of leather belts and a few pair of nylon socks. My boyfriend asked what I could possibly wanted to do with that, and I told him straight what was my plan. He said:”What? Are you serious?” I was dead serious, and I told him he had to help me. That brat is tough when she wants, so I needed him to help me hold her.

It was not the first time I’d tie her up, sometimes it was just for play, sometimes it was for fun, but this time was for real. So I grabbed my stuff and told my boyfriend to follow me. I went straight to her room, opened the light, I ran in and she was there, laughing her head off, trying to hide under her sheets. So I grabbed the sheets and tried to remove them from the bed. But she was holding on to them and was yelling like I was to kill her. I wished I was, but that’s not the point. We fought a little over the sheets, and then I jumped on her. I sat on her as she was still trying to hide under what was left of the sheets. I grabbed her first arm firmly and twisted it, so I could pin it on her back. She would yell like hell but I was so determined, I wouldn’t let go. Then I tried to grab her second arm, but she would hide it underneath her body. So I twisted even harder the arm that I had, which made her yell even more. And then I shouted to my boyfriend to come and help me.

He just stood on the doorstep, with his eyes so wide open, and it was like he couldn’t move. But then I could reach and grab her second arm, and with all my will I succeeded to twist it like the first one and bring the two together. During the fight I had lost all the stuff that I had in my hands, and I yelled at my boyfriend to bring me something, anything, to tie her up. So as I was holding her, she was laughing and giggling and my boyfriend finally got a nylon sock, so I could start to tie her hands together. She was trying hard to get herself free, but I finally held on and got her hands tied.
As she felt I has overpowering her with her hands, she started to kick with her feet and tried to smash my back with then. I yelled again to my boyfriend to help me and to hold her legs, so he carefully grabbed her calves and held them down, the time I finished her hands. I was confident that the nylon socks will hold, and I knotted them as tight as I could. Then I quickly grabbed a leather belt, I made a few turns around her ankles and buckled it as tight as I could. The way I saw it, she was not going to get free.

My sister was yelling at us and was making all kind of threat, like: “You bitch!! I will so tell mom and you’ll be grounded for the rest of your life!!! You too slug! (talking of my boyfriend) My parents will sue you and you’ll be so sorry!!” But I was so livid I was not seeing things very clearly. I just wanted to give her a run for her money, and I kept on my pace. Once her ankles were secured, I looked for the roll of socks I had brought, but couldn’t find it. So I went to her drawer and found one. Then I turned to her, and I showed it to her with a smile. She knew what it was for. And then she tried even harder to get free and she yelled even more. So I jumped on her again and tried to force the socks inside her mouth. Of course she would seal her lips and I couldn’t push it through. I told my boyfriend again to come and help me, so he sort of grabbed her head and held it as much as he could, while I was pushing the socks through her mouth. Well, I was trying but that little shit made it so hard. We pinched her nose, we tried many ways, and finally we succeeded. But that little brat tried to bite me and I had to be careful pushing the socks inside her mouth. She tried to push it back with her tongue, but I held it carefully in place, placing my hand over her mouth in a way she couldn’t bite my fingers, and I reached for something to hold it in place.

I grabbed a nylon sock, and I went around her head several times, making sure it was placed carefully over her mouth, until I had only enough length to knot it in place. So I made a few solid knots and she was gagged, finally. She would keep swirling and muffing through her gag, but nothing was stopping me. She would even pretend to choke on her gag, but I’ve seen it all before. Then I found the belt of my bathrobe. I used it to tie her ankles to her wrists, as close as I could, and I used all of it going around her ankles and wrists again, and making sure it was very well knotted.

She seemed so mad, and she was wriggling and swirling like hell, but it seemed that my bondage was good enough. She was really going at it and my boyfriend and I stood there for a little while, just to watch her and make sure she wouldn’t get free. After a while I was ready to get out and mind my own business, but my boyfriend seemed uncomfortable with the situation.

- We can’t just leave her like that?
- Oh yes we can, get out!

We were on our way out and I turned around, just to make sure she was not getting free. And she was so trying hard, she was really mad. Then my boyfriend said, to my surprise:

- Maybe we should tie her some more, and then she wouldn’t even think of fighting it.

I thought to myself: “Naah, that’s not her style” I knew she would keep fighting no matter what. But it gave me an idea. I still had a couple of nylon socks. So I took one an tied her elbows together, which made her even madder. And since my boyfriend was holding the other one, I told him to tie up her thighs, which he did, very carefully though, as I was holding my little sister in place.

Then I took my boyfriend by the arm and proceeded to the door. I closed the light and we went back to my room. Since my boyfriend worried about my sister, we left both the doors open, so we could hear if anything happened.

We tried to get back to business, but it was nothing like before. It was like the magic disappeared. We still made out, but not with the same passion as before. It was like she had taken all our energy. We could hear her going: “Mmmhhh! Mmmgngngn!” She was still trying, but less and less as minutes passed. In a way, it was quite satisfying to finally have a moment of peace, thinking she was just in the other room, all tied up and gagged. She so had it coming, that little piggy.

So I guess even though we didn’t have the same energy, I think it was more fun to do some forbidden stuff, knowing she was there and listening to us. After about half an hour of making out, we were taking a break. My boyfriend looked at me and said: “I can’t believe you’d tie her up.

- Well, she deserved it, didn’t she?
- Bof, I guess, but to that extreme?
- Oh don’t worry, you have no idea what she can take.

He had no idea I had tied her up many times before, for fun and games, so we were sort of used to it. Although, it has been a very long time since I had done that.

- But will you get in trouble for that?
- I don’t know…

I really didn’t know, and I stayed laid on the bed, thinking what will happen with my parents afterward. At first I didn’t want to think about it, I just wanted to have a good time with my boyfriend. At one point I got off the bed and told my boyfriend I was going to check on my sister. So I went to her room and he followed me from a distance. She was still there, of course, and as I appeared at the door she glanced at me. I could see in the dark that she was still mad, but surprisingly calm. Then she moved a bit, just to get another position, and I could see she was still securely tied. She just didn’t wriggle any more, she apparently had given up trying to free herself.

I slowly got closer, she was watching me. As I got close enough, I could see that the nylon sock at her elbow slid down to her arms. So I wanted to put it back in place but my sister started to wriggle again and moan loudly, she really was mad. Well, I did it anyway, and I even took yet another sock of her own to tie the other one in place, and make sure it wouldn’t slide again. She was welling at me like hell.

But doing that, it gave me an idea. I finished my tying, and then I went out of the room, telling my boyfriend to follow me. We ran downstairs and went to my father’s office. I found the digital camera, and it was a real benediction that I knew how to use it. I had read the instruction book first when we got it and even taught my father how to use it. So I told my boyfriend that we had to take pictures of her, and we had to make sure they were good. We had to see clearly that it was her on the picture and he had to help me. He was not up for it but I convinced him. If that brat was to tell my parents, we both would be as good as dead. But with the pictures, if she tells anything, I swear I post the pictures all over the internet and I make sure all her friends get some. Maybe it was not the best publicity for us, meaning me and my boyfriend, but she wore only minimal clothing, which could make her quite uncomfortable. So I needed him to hold her while I was taking the pictures. After a lot of convincing, I got him to do exactly what we planned.

So I sneaked back upstairs, without making any noise, and having made sure I had the camera all ready, with the flash and everything. Like I thought, she was still fighting and moaning, she was not aware we were coming back. Very slowly I had a look at what she was doing, and she was not looking in my direction. SO I prepared the camera, waited for her to show me her face, and then “Click!” That was it!

She was so mad and yelling through her gag, and she tried to hide her face, but I told my boyfriend to get in action. As my boyfriend tried to turn her body to face me, I was taking pictures after pictures, I didn’t mind showing her bound hand. Those pictures from the back would prove that she was all tied up, and we could see her big ass!! So my boyfriend fought her for a while, and we finally got her good, a full front view. Then we removed her gag to show it was really her. She was wearing boxers and a little top. So I told my boyfriend to hold the camera while I would push her top up to see her bare breasts. She was yelling and fighting like hell, but we got her anyway.

We took quite a few pictures, and I was so glad I could have gone on and on, just to make her even madder. But all has to come to an end. And we had to let her go sometimes. But before we let her go, I wanted to make sure I had the picture well secured in the computer. So my boyfriend and I went to my room, we downloaded the pictures on my hard disk, and they were all superb!! She looked so damn mad. We could see her, all her body, all her bare breast, and it was so delightful. I was so glad. I sent them to myself to make sure they were on e-mail, where I can retrieve them anytime. We could hear my sister shouting her head off from her room and telling me she will kill me, but we had the pictures secured, and it was our insurance policy.

After that, we did the high-five and went back to her room. Then I told her that if she ever tells my parents, if she just open her big mouth once, those pictures will be so all over the place and she will die in shame. She called me all sorts of manes, but I knew I had her. I knew she would keep quiet about that, and I was right. As mad as she could have been, she knew she asked for it, and she got it. From then on, I didn’t have much trouble with her when I invited my boyfriends over.

she then took me up to her room. where there was a chair she told me to sit down first she undid the cuffs. then she cuffed one of hands to one of the arm rests and she produced another pair and she handcuffed my other hand. then she the same to my legs. then she cuffed my hands together and then she did the same to my legs.

she then produced a roll of tape and taped my hands and legs and across my chest. i was really stuck. she then sat down pulled a cigratte and smoked it. she said theres one more thing i want to do to you. i asked what she said put makeup on you. she firsty put mascara then eye shadow then lipstick then eyeliner.

then after all of that she painted my nails black to match all the rest. i was tied up for a good 4 hours. then she let me go and helped me take the makeup off. she didnt take the nail polish. i still dont why.