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Adam's Farm – Hunting In The Dark 

     After the afternoon's exhausting soccer match the five boys and I agreed to take a shower before going on with our games. Downstairs Adrian showed us the bathroom, which was located at the far end of the room, a huge wooden one with seven shower heads. Phil then asked who wanted to go first, but Adrian suggested that we did it at the same time since we had enough shower stalls plus it would take too long. 

     “It's okay with me.” I sensed a little discomfort from my friends and added, “Besides we don't have anything we haven't already seen!” We laughed nonchalantly and the tension was broken. 

     Rinsed and cleaned we returned to the room dressed in boxers or briefs. We put on t-shirts and shorts, Phil and Adrian being the only ones without them. I was about to put on shoes due to the cold floor but Chris with a slight smile stopped me, 

     “Better not wear them, Nick. You wouldn't want your steps to be heard.” I was puzzled. This couldn't get weirder! Ignorance was killing me! But I followed his advice and remained barefoot. 

     To my surprise they began pushing all the beds, tables, furniture against the wall. My cousin and I helped until there was a big enough area in the center. All windows and doors were closed, letting neither light nor wind enter, imprisoning also its sound within. A dim lantern light in Phil's hand was the only thing that kept the room illuminated. 

     “Every time it rains and we can't go outside we get down here and play this game; it's like a ritual to us,” said Adam. 

     Phil then, after rummaging inside his bag, handed each boy a roll of silver duct tape and a scarf. 

     “I'm goin' to explain the rules,” started Chris, “since Nick and Tyler are new ones here. It's basically this: try to duct tape everything that walks with the lights out!” I chuckled. “This is going to be fun, “I said to myself although I had no clue how difficult it was. 

     “Last man standing wins!” Adam added. 

     “And how do we know when there's nobody left?” Tyler asked. 

     “Well, each one of you has a scarf which must be tied around the necks loosely. If you tape someone up, untie it from his neck. So when someone manages to get all six scarves, it's over!” Phil replied. 

     I said I was worried about kicking or stumbling with any of my bound buddies lying on the floor, but Phil quickly added that anyone who is captured must be dragged towards the wall to prevent that. 

     “Okay guys. This is how it's going to be: everyone is alone, no alliances even though I doubt you'll be able to know who's your ally!” 

     We nodded our agreement. 

     “Everyone, go to a corner of the room and make sure you can find the end of the tape before we turn the lights off” Adrian ordered. 

     Adrian positioned himself next-to the bathroom, I was to the south, Tyler to the north, Chris to the east, Adam on the stairway and Phil to the west side of the basement. 

     As soon as I tied the scarf I heard six tape-ripping sounds – the signal of the beginning of the game. Without more ado, the lantern was switched off and the basement was absorbed by darkness. 

     Having no strategy at all, I slowly headed forward stretching my arms in front, careful with my steps. After a short time of walking, my knees bumped on a metal thing. It was a bed, so I was next to a wall. I turned and headed to the center, where the action probably was. 

     “Ahhh!!” someone screamed a few feet from me. I stopped and listened. Two bodies fell on the ground, struggling, I supposed. It was followed by sounds that I clearly recognized as tape being wrapped around body. Then it paused and started again, three times. “Hands, feet and mouth,” I thought. One down, four to go. 

     Just as I turned, someone's fingers touched my back. My heart began pouncing intensely. Arms were wrapped tightly around my torso, immobilizing the upper part and trying to throw me on the floor. I reacted by squirming savagely but he managed to pin me down on my stomach, pulling my arms behind. Before he could use the tape, I rolled on my back and launched onto my attackers chest, both of us falling again hard, me on top of him now. I pinned his arms to the floor with my knees and used his own roll of duct tape – mine was in my pocket – to secure his wrists above his head. Without cutting the tape I forced his hands to his waist and wrapped some more around to attach the boy's arms against his belly. The taping continued with his lower body, winding turns around his thighs, knees until I got to the ankles which were restrained as well. It must have taken me about 20 minutes to tape him properly, it's damn hard to do it in the dark and he didn't stop squirming! I cut the strip with my teeth and touched my way through the neck where I untied the scarf and felt his face and hair. Because of the curly hair I realized it was Adam. Finally, he was gagged and dragged to a corner (well, at least I thought it was!)Two down, three left. 

     At that stage, I was sweating profusely so I took my shirt off, now clad only in my shorts. 

     A faint distant taping was happening far away from me while I got on my feet. Someone shouted in pain. Then steps approached with an amazing speed: he was running in a completely darkened room! Was he mad? He could easily fall and get hurt! 

     I was completely taken aback when the running boy crashed into me, tackling both of us to the ground. 

     “Mphhhhhhff!!”

     I fell on my back, my friend rested on my chest. It was strange because I felt his breath on my neck and he was not moving at all. It took me a while to react. I quickly pushed him off to one side expecting an attack, but nothing happened. He just dropped lying still next to me, so I traced up his body. I learnt he was tightly gagged; his wrists were taped behind his back and judging by his lean hairless legs and the small smooth face with disheveled hair I assumed it was Phil. Yes, definitely. The boy was trying someway to get up or roll away but I held him. 

     “Sorry kid,” I whispered in his ear. Phil was breathing heavily and his shirt clung with sweat to his body, due to wrestling perhaps. Three scarves hung around my neck now. Squirming was all he could do when I was finished. I had further restricted the youngest boy by wrapping tape around his chest and arms; I secured his thighs, knees and ankles. Summing up, there was no chance Phil could get free by himself. I knew how snug it was to have tape around your skin. 

     “That was easy,” I silently said to myself. 

     Once again I carried my captive to a side but all of a sudden I heard muffled sound behind us, towards east, like someone was being handgagged. Then the tape, several turns were being used on a poor boy. I waited expectantly for the end, until the sound of dragging came to my ears. Now it was just another guy and me. Who it was I did not know, for I had only recognized Adam and Phil. It could be any of the remaining kids: either Adrian, Chris or Tyler. It was extremely thrilling the adrenaline this game produced! 

     I jumped on my feet and walked in the direction of the previous assault. When I reached it – or at least thought I was there – I felt a breath on my right foot. “The captured boy,” I thought. Therefore I squatted to know who it was. Using my hand to explore his face and hair I concluded it was Adrian because of his spiked hair and smooth skin. But I was a little surprised though. He was not an easy boy to catch, being a wrestler and all. 

     And I was right to be suspicious. 

     “AHHH!!” 

     A hand had unexpectedly grabbed my arm and pulled me hard to the ground. 

     Before I could react he overpowered me by turning me on my stomach with a knee on my back. Adrian sat on my butt and twisted my hand up while winding sticky duct tape around it and securing it to the other wrist palm to palm. My feet and knees were thoroughly bound as well. I let him tie me up with resignation, resisting was pointless. Plus, I did wish to experience what he had in mind for me J 

     He helped me on my feet. Then he began wrapping duct tape from my shoulders to my feet, tightening each turn and using three rolls for it. Every inch of my lean body was being covered with tape as he went down, especially over my hands and fingers. 

     I was mummified! I squirmed and writhed trying to escape but the tape was snug and gave no slack. All I could do was to wiggle my toes! Adrian then reached feeling for my face, my mouth and sealed my lips by wrapping sticky silver tape several times around my head. 

     “Oh man, I tricked you good!” How fool I was! He had lain on the floor pretending to be a captured one so when I reached down, unprepared, he attacked me.

     “Thanks Nick. I have six scarves now!” Adrian said while he unknotted the three ones around my neck. 

     “Mphhhhhhhhh!” I replied furiously. Damn! I was so close to victory… 

     I heard him getting away and about a minute after, the lights were turned on. I was surprised to see all my mates tightly taped – some on the floor, others lying on beds. Tyler , whose eyes were adapting to light, had been kind of hogtied with tape. Chris had his wrists taped around a pole. Adam and Phil were just as I thought I had tied them. 

     “Wow, someone certainly enjoyed it. Didn't you little bro?” he said with a smile that caused Phil to blush deeply. Phil, only with t-shirt and boxers, lay on his back showing a slight bulge. 

     “As you can see I'm the winner, guys!” 

     We all mphhhed loudly. “Don't worry, I'll untie you!” he said and put an arm around my shoulders. 

     “Just not yet” 

     Still standing, I was afraid I'd loose balance and fall but he laid me on the ground. Adrian then left us to struggle against our bonds satisfied with his handiwork. 

     “The prize, of course, is that I get to tickle all of you!” he announced to our detriment. Naturally, we shook our heads vigorously pleading not to be tortured even though Adrian wasn't a boy that tended to forgive. (I wouldn't either!) 

     He took his time, attacking each victim for about five minutes with everything he got; and thus we remained until he eventually decided to release us. No one ended severely injured. However, the tape did HURT when it was unwrapped and I thanked God hair hadn't grown on my legs yet. 

     The game over, about 7pm , we dashed upstairs to assault the refrigerator, just a few sandwiches and milk. We watched a horror movie afterwards and played another round of what I call “Hunting In the Dark” before we went to sleep. And you know what? I won that time! 
Tell me what you thought about it.

Several minutes passed as I fumbled about trying to open the knot. I think Jimmy was right! Mike seemed to give up on my ropes. Just around then, the door opened & the girls walked in still giggling. We were in trouble! I could sense the girls’ excitement at our plight.

“You were right Nina,” Cassie said “They can’t get free!”

“I admire your effort boys” Nina said, looking at me & Mike back to back “But my brother could tell you how good I tie…..well he could, but he’s gagged!”

The girls started laughing as Cassie suddenly pulled me away from her brother. I grunted into my gag at Cassie, because I knew what was coming next.

“I think we should start with you Ted” Cassie said almost menacingly “What do you think?” She knew I couldn’t answer her taunts as I just stared at her. Suddenly she started tickling my sides then would stop. It was enough to make me squirm.

“Okay off with his shoes & socks” she ordered to Nina & Laurie who untied my feet & then undid my shoes & pulled off my socks. All this time, I protested to Cassie, but all she heard was grunting sounds. My heart was pounding. I was about to be tickled by three girls! My ankles were re-tied. I was completely helpless to do anything.

“This is what you’re going to get Teddy” Cassie sneered as she went over & kneeled down & tickled her brother’s feet. Mike squirmed & grunted loudly at his sister’s touch. Suddenly, Laurie & Nina joined her. They were all over my best friend, tickling his sides, legs, feet you name it. But for the moment, they had forgotten about me as well as Jimmy for that matter. That gave me one more chance to see if I could get loose. Maybe Mike had somehow loosened one of the knots. I twisted my hands & squirmed. The ropes wouldn’t budge! Nina certainly knew what she was doing. The girls then saw what I was doing & then suddenly I was surrounded. I braced for the worst as I closed my eyes. To say the least my heart was pounding like a drum.

“Okay girls” Cassie said “We’re going to play a little game here with Ted”

Oh no, I thought. How could it get any worse? I was about to find out. Cassie then untied the gag from my mouth, but before I could say anything, she covered my mouth with her hand.

“Now Ted. Here’s what I want you to do. You’re going to tell us who plotted our capture, you or my brother”

“Who was it?”

I said nothing as Cassie removed her hand. Wrong choice by me. Suddenly, Laurie & Nina tickled my feet & legs for several minutes. I yelled as loud as I could, but Cassie’s hand prevented it. She also tickled my neck area while keeping me gagged with her other hand. I was going crazy as the three girls tortured me! After several minutes, Cassie removed her hand.

“Who was it Ted?”

I didn’t know what to do. If I said nothing, they would tickle me until I broke. If I said myself, it was obvious what they would do. But If I told her Mike, she probably wouldn’t believe me.

“We both did!” I gasped. Cassie quickly hand gagged me again

“I don’t believe a word you’re saying!”

The girls resumed their torture. I couldn’t believe it. I was going to get it any way, shape or form! Up & down my legs & feet went Nina & Laurie, while Cassie reached over & tickled my upper chest. I was in tickle hell as the girls kept up their relentless action. Yelling did absolutely nothing. After a few moments, Cassie stopped

“Well Ted, I guess you’re not going to tell us huh?” She said as she removed her hand

“I’m not say…ggrrrrmmppphhhh!!!”

I couldn’t finish the sentence. The gag found the inside of mouth again. Cassie then pulled it tight & knotted it. The girls laughed at my predicament.

“Now for the big finish!” She sneered as she went to a drawer & pulled out three large feathers. She gave the other girls each one.

Oh man! And just when I thought they might be through with me, as well as Mike & Jimmy.

The girls knelt down in front of each of us, Nina with her brother & Laurie on me. Cassie wanted her brother. Then it started. Several minutes of non-stop torture with the feather all over my body. I was yelling so loud, but it was all muffled. The evil little Laurie was ruthless as I squirmed helplessly in front of her. By the sound of things, Mike & Jimmy were getting it bad too. Laurie ran that dreaded feather all over, especially my face & neck. She couldn’t stop giggling & laughing. Neither could I, as tears welled in my eyes of laughing so much.
I could only think of getting even with her, as well as Cassie & Nina.

Finally, Cassie stood up & ordered the girls to stop.

“Okay, I think you three have had enough!”

With that, the girls left the room. It was only after another half-hour that they came back & untied us. We were all too exhausted to do anything right then, but I was already plotting revenge. Little did I know how that would backfire on me.

THE END
 

And where is Cristine Rix? She was in the middle of a possibly great story. 

Nicholas H, Great story, as ever. But it's funny we were in a similiar situation! 

Me: "So, how were the noodles?

Mabel: "Eh, it was so-so. You can't make much out of Ramen noodles."

Me: "That's true. Hey, you wanna come upstairs and look through my album with Jenny?"

Mabel: "Sure. That would be fine. Lemme just finish putting away my bowl."

After she had finished, I led her upstairs to my room. As she opened the door to my room, she was shocked to see our friend so tightly tied on my bed. She then went over to Jenny and removed her gag so she could speak to her.

Mabel: "Jenny, you let K.C. do this to you?"

Jenny: "Yeah...he sort of took me by surprise and I just let him tie me up. I just wanted to know what it felt like to be some heroine in distress."

Mabel: "Well, you looked to be tied up pretty tightly. I wonder if K.C. enjoys the sight of you all like that."

I just blushed and just shrugged my shoulders.

Jenny: "Hehe, yeah I think he enjoys it. It's pretty kinky, being tied up and all."

Mabel: "Well, when you put it like that, then I might as well try it as well. Can you tie me up like Jenny, K.C.?"

Me: "Gladly. Lemme get some rope from my drawer."

After I got the ropes ready, I turned to see that Mabel already had her hands crossed behind her back, ready for me to tie them. I tied her hands similarly to the way I had tied Jenny's hands, wrapping the rope around her hands 3 times horizontally and 3 times vertically, and then cinching it off. She moved her hands a little bit, probably from how tight it was.

Mabel: "Wow, thhat's pretty tight. Have you done this before K.C.?"

Me: "Hehe, not really. I just watched movies and stuff about it."

I then moved Mabel over to my desk chair when she interrupted me.

Mabel: "Hey, I want to be tied up like how you have Jenny over there so that we experience the same thing."

Me: "Um, are you sure? You end up having your feet and hands tied together so you can't straighten your legs."

Mabel: "Yeah, I'm sure. It's not so bad, right Jenny?"

Jenny: "Yeah...(sarcastic) you might wanna take off your boots though before he ties your feet."

Mabel: "How come?"

Jenny: "It's just more comfortable that way."

Mabel: "Well, K.C. you'll jusy have to do it since my hands are already tied behind my back."

She lifted each of her legs up for me to unzip her tan boots. As I reached down to grab another rope to tie her ankles with, I noticed she had removed her socks as well using her feet (must be an Asian thing). I had her sit on the floor and crossed her ankles together, wrapping the rope 3 times horizontally and then cinching it off. I finally laid her down onto her stomach andusing a short piece of rope, connected her wrist and ankle bindings together with almost no slack in between. In her strict hogtie, she could pretty much grab her heels with her hands just like Jenny could.

Mabel: "(Grunt) I can barely move. Are you sure you haven't done this to anyone else besides me and Jenny?"

Me: "Hehe, I'm sure. I just have to add one more thing to top it off."

I went over to my sock drawer and grabbed a pair of socks. I stuffed one sock in her mouth, then tied the other sock over her mouth and around her head to effectively gag her.

Mabel: "Mmmm Menny Phu."

Me: "What did you say?"

Jenny: "I think she said you have to gag me too."

Me: "Ah. I see."

I went back over to Jenny and replaced the gag that Mabel had removed from Jenny earlier. I then carried Jenny and gently placed her on the floor so that she could be next to Mabel too. I now had my two close friends tightly hogtied and gagged on my floor.

More to come on their predicaments later... 

I WAS ONCE IN MY FREINDS HOUSE . WE WERE IN HIS ROOM . I WAS 13 . MY FREIND SAM WAS 13 . I WAS LYING ON HIS BED IN MY JUMPER , TRACKSUIT BOTTOMS AND WHITE SOCKS . WHEN SUDDENLY HE , HIS BROTHER HUGO AND HIS FREIND MATHEW POUNCED ON ME AND ROLLED ME UP IN A BLANKET AND TIED ROPE AROUND ME . THEY USED TAPE TO GAG ME . I WAS HELPLESS . THEY THEN USED ROPE TO PULL AND CARRY ME DOWN THE STAIRS .!!!!!!! THEY LEFT ME ON THE COACH OPPOSITE THE ONE THEIR NAPPING MOTHER WAS ON!!!!!!! . I WAS MORTIFIED .

THATS MY STORY FOR NOW BUT I WILL BE BACK . HOPEFULLY !!!!!!!

Nice story, but do it without the caps, spellcheck would also be helpful

My group on yahoo would be a great way to help people meet :)

Sorry if there was a bit too much initial explanation, I promise part two will be more action oriented

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I had skipped seventh hour and was home early. When i walked in my mom's friend Julie was standing over her and she was boung and gagged on the floor. Julie immediatly untied my mom and then left. I then decided to use it as blackmail and i asked her if i could tie her up. She was very hesitant as she didn't want me to know but she finally agreed. She went upstairs and told me to follow her as my sister would be home soon and she didn't want her to know also. She then went into her closet and pulled out about forty feet of rope and three roles of duct tape. She then changed clothes and put on a skin tight shirt and miniskirt. I tied her hands behind her back and pulled her into a hogtie. Then before i gagged her we heard the garage door. My sister was home. My mom told me to go lock the door but not to gag her so she could talk if she needed to. My sister came up the stairs and knocked on the door. They had a long talk through the door and then she left to go check her e-mail. i then gagged my mom and watched her try to get out of it. I decided i needed more blackmail so i grabbed the camera and took some pictures. Then after about half an hour i untied her and we pretended it didn't happen until next time.

BY the way i live in Kansas and i know no one else. If anyone else is within about ninety miles of Kansas can we talk? Just post it here

Well...I'm 14 and I have a 15 year-old sister..she was having a sleepover with about 3 or 4 of her close friends and my parents were going out to dinner and a movie so they probably wouldn't be home until at least 3 maybe 4 am..I was sitting my room at about 11 and I hear my sister..

"Jonathan.." she said 

I knew they probably needed something, something stupid so I got up and walked into her room..When I walked inside I realized that no one was in there..Then all of a sudden 5 girls jump out of the closet and pin me to the ground..

"Hey, get off !!" I yelled, frantically trying to get out of their pin but, they were tough..

"No," my sister said.."We want to have a little fun," she told me..

Then one of her friends comes at me holding a bandanna and I knew what she was going to do.."hey!! don- mmmppffh !!" I said as the bandanna was placed in my mouth..then another one was wrapped around my head and tied tightly so that I could not utter a sound...I could hear them giggling as they tied another bandanna around my eyes as a blindfold so I couldn't see what they were doing...Next, I could feel my wrists being tied tightly behind my back, and I mean really tight, these girls had obviously been practicing or something..I then could feel my ankles and legs, at the knees and the thighs being tightly bound together..and boy were they tight !! At last they put me into a very tight hogtie, it was so tight that I could touch my ankles..I struggled frantically and "mmppffh-ed !!" as loud as I could but they would not let me go..

Then my sister spoke.."John, we aren't letting you go until mom and dad get home.." I heard her say..

"MMppffh !!" I replied as my only defense..I heard them giggling as they watched my struggles..I finally gave up, realizing that I would not be getting out of this tie-up..I think I had laid there about 2 or 3 hours before they let me go and it was such a relief to actually be able to move...

I will soon get my payback...but that story is for next time..

      Propped on one elbow, I gazed through the darkness of the basement and hopelessly tried to recognize the noise that had awakened me. I kept staring without moving for what looked like an entire minute before my breathing eased. Ever since Adrian attacked us while sleeping at Tyler 's house I turned any kind of strange sound into a tie up scheme being carried out. I chuckled at my foolishness. 

      “I'm getting paranoid, “I said to myself. After I was more calmed, I stretched my arm to the bed on my right and felt Tyler 's shoulder. On the other side I was able to touch Chris. They were all there. No reason to freak out. Now on my back I pulled the blanket and drifted myself to sleep. 

      Then I heard it again! This time closer, its echo chiming back in my inner ear. It's obvious that my heart beating increased instantaneously and desperation fell upon me. 

      “Wait I minute!, “I thought. There were things to worry about! All around me lay a bunch of crazy kids who just wanted a chance to tie each other up. To tie ME up! 

      And all of a sudden a warm hand was clamped firmly over my mouth before I could react. “Not again…!” I said with a complaining tone but since my head was pinned against the pillow by his hand, thus effectively closing my lips, it all came as faint ‘mphhhs' through his fingers. I began struggling but he had already jumped on my chest and placed a knee on each of my upper arms, further holding me down to the bed. My hands were no use. I was already expecting loops of rope tighten around my wrists but instead the assailant, with his right hand still firmly over my mouth, passed his left arm under my head around my neck; he leaned down, his crotch inches away from my face, and whispered in my right ear, 

      “Shhhh… Calm down, Nick. All I need is a witness.” Boy, that really surprised me! Of course I was relieved to learn I was not going to be tied but it was puzzling what Phil – I had recognized his childlike voice – wanted from me. Therefore I remained still and heard what he had to say. 

      “Look, I want revenge,” said Phil before he paused to breathe,” my brother humiliated me yesterday and I'm going to tie him up. He said he'd do whatever I wished if I could capture him. I want him as my slave. 

      “I need you to go with me and witness I did it all by myself. Okay?” I looked him straight in the eyes and hesitated. 

      “Please?” His begging made me feel pity: I knew this would be the only way he could possibly do it. Adrian was much stronger and skilled; the little lean boy had neither the strength nor the guts to fight his big brother. 

      “mmphh mphhmm…” I nodded, only a bit though because my head was secured between his arms. 

      “Thanks, “he said and removed his hand. 

      “Wow, you have me pinned well here. I can't move at all!” I said careful not to raise my voice. 

      “Well, when you have a brother that practices on you everyday makes you learn some moves whether you want it or not! It has its advantages!” he whispered. I laughed. 

      “Wasn't it simpler just to ask?” 

      “Nah, I like this way better and – “ 

      “Yeah, I know. Kidnapping is more fun. Jeez, you are just like your brother.” He laughed dourly. 

      “Can you get off me now?” 

      “Oh, sure. Sorry.” We both stood and he lit a little lantern. 

      “This way,” he motioned illuminating a spot. Soon, on the other side of the room, we reached a single bed where a shirtless Adrian lay profoundly asleep on his back – a perfect position. 

      “One thing I know for sure is that my brother is a tough one to wake up,” Phil pointed out. Without more ado, Phil gently lifted the boy's lean arms, while I assisted with the lantern, and held them by the wrists above his head. He proceeded to cross and bind them (with an impressive knot work I must say) using a long coil of rope he had taken out of his pocket, then leashing to the head post, thus Adrian's bare ribs, armpits and belly were completely exposed. The captor had the blanket removed – so his legs could be tied – and when I passed the light on them I learned Adrian had also no shorts. 

      Next Phil resorted to another length of rope which was used to tie Adrian 's ankles in a parallel way, first horizontal loops and then vertical ones, and finally cinched with the purpose of tightening the rope. Like his hands, Adrian 's feet were likewise lashed and secured to a post of the bed. 

      It's amazing how someone can sleep like that. And what's even worse, to have your extremities moved and tied without you even feeling it! Unfortunately, I never had the pleasure of receiving that treatment, for I wake up at the slightest sound (Anyone knows how I can get this? Hmm… Maybe I'll get drunk sometime and ask a friend to do it) 

      During the whole ordeal I did nothing but hold the lantern and witness with delight the way my blond friend was snugly bound. Phil did all the work. When he was satisfied and had re-checked the knots, the small boy approached and proudly said, 

      “Okay, I'm finished. Let's wake him up.” I sat on the bed right next to Adrian and focused the light straight on his closed eyes (that's extremely irritating). He was not responding so I shook his shoulder gently and whispered, 

      “Adrian… Adrian …C'mon, wake up.” The boy wetted his lips with his tongue and yawned as he whispered,

      “Wos the matter?” He got no reply, so Adrian opened his eyes. 

      “Hey!! Put that thing away from my face –“He suddenly stopped. Adrian had tried to cover himself with his hand but he sensed a jerk from above his head. Again the boy pulled his hand, seemingly not knowing what was happening, why his arms weren't responding, and struggled against the ropes. But Phil proved having done an impressive job; the bounds kept Adrian 's body stretched and despite all the twisting the captive was making, the cord gave no slack. Eventually he realized, just lay still and said obviously annoyed, 

      “Haha. Very funny Nick.” 

      I smiled. ”Don't look at me! I had nothing to do with this”, I said and paused, “he forced me to come here!” I moved my head were Phil was. The boy stepped out of the shadows, revealing himself to his captive who had now a “what the hell?!” expression on his face. 

      “Yeah bro. It's me,” Phil said. 

      “Remember that little promise you made me? That one where you'd be my slave if I could tie you up? Well, there you are!” 

      “No way. That's not fair, I was sleeping!” Adrian complained. 

      “It doesn't matter, Adrian . I saw it, he did it all alone.” I shrugged with a smirk and the bound boy stared fiercely at us. 

      “And what if I just don't accept it?” Adrian cunningly claimed. 

      “But you will have to, dear brother,” Phil answered patting his cheek, “or I‘ll be forced to wake all these boys up.” He waved a hand across the room. 

      “And I'm sure they'll be extremely happy to get a chance to take relentless vengeance for what you did to them last night. Perhaps they'll tickle you to death, or just until your underwear changes colors, depending on their mood.” Phil ran a finger down his brother's taut skin, eliciting giggles. He finally smiled triumphantly. 

      Check mate. I was deeply impressed how Phil had planned this beforehand, splendidly trapping his prey by blocking all possible means of escape! – only resignation left. He had waited for the perfect moment to attack, when everyone was against Adrian , where he must choose to serve his brother or a much more cruel fate. Humiliation or pain. And like I once said, the fear of the unknown is what people are most afraid of. 

      Adrian pondered for a long while, exchanging glances with his brother, but he knew there was no escape. 

      “Do I really have to do this?” 
“Yeah.” 

      “Come on, Phil. You're my brother, how can you do this to me?” For a second I almost felt sorry for him – almost! Phil did not utter a word. Staring me with pleading green eyes, he whispered, 

      “Nick?” 

      “Sorry. A promise is a promise,” I answered. Adrian 's heart sank and he heaved a sigh of resignation. Then he nodded. 

      “I'll do it.” 

      A big grin appeared on the small boy's smooth face. Only then I realized how bad Phil wanted this, possibly a huge desire of vengeance accumulated for all these years of powerlessness. I could see it in his eyes, which glimmered in excitement, and by the way he talked, carefully choosing words and speaking menacingly at his prisoner. 

      “Only under certain condition-mppppphhhhffff!” Adrian never finished. Even I was taken aback when Phil cut him off and unceremoniously shoved a large wadded cloth deep inside the poor boy's mouth. A line of cloth was forced between Adrian 's teeth and tied off very tightly behind his head. My blond friend could barely make a sound through his gag. 

      “You must be tired Adrian , we'll let you sleep. I'm gonna leave you like this because I don't want my little slave to go nowhere while I rest. Okay?” 

      Adrian just whimpered and mphhhed in response. 

      “Don't worry, we'll wake you up for breakfast,” said Phil. Because of the way Adrian was tied he could only remain in one position, his body completely stretched, which was quite uncomfortable. I had to hold myself not to brush my fingers on Adrian 's taut tanned skin, totally exposed and helpless; his body was asking to be tickled! We watched Adrian squirm and writhe furiously, but to no avail. I shook my head at him, an unspoken advice not to struggle, for it would only make it worse. I patted his chest for good luck and I stood up. 

      We started walking again towards my side of the room. It must have been around 3 am , so as drowsy as I was all I wanted was to lie in bed and sleep. Phil illuminated the way. 

      “I wanted to thank you Nick. I wouldn't have done it without you.” 

      “No problem. Anytime you want,” I answered blushing slightly. 

      “But there's one thing left…,” he began. 

      “What?” I whirled too late, a knee on my back pinning me down hard on the bed, twisting my left hand painfully behind my back and clamping a hand over my mouth. My heart was pouncing intensely as I shouted through his hand. 

      “You're still my kidnapped boy,” he whispered. 

      Then Phil went on taking my socks off, and I was already feeling the dirty wad in my mouth, but instead of gagging me with them, he inserted each one of my hands into one of the long wool socks. I was puzzled by this sudden move, but I should have known better these boys knew what they were doing when it came to bondage. I squirmed and wiggled trying to escape, but Phil's grip held. My wrists were crossed and he began winding turns of rope firmly around them, allowing no precious slack for struggling. When he was finished, I understood the purpose of the socks. I could not flex my fingers! The socks were pulled down and throttled by the rope at the wrists, therefore my hands were useless and no matter where he had tied the knot off, it was impossible for me to pick it with my fingers. The advantage, however, was that my skin wouldn't hurt being padded like this. Phil had no intention of only securing my arms and advanced to tie my feet in an exact manner, opening my knees wide apart and rising the legs. This would invariably lead to a hogtie, which proved to be truthful when a third coil was produced and one end was tied at the wrists, and the other at the ankles. It arched my back a little, although not very much (thank God!). And the ropes were snug and tight, yet it didn't hurt or cut off circulation .At this stage I knew struggling was pointless; therefore I waited until Phil was satisfied. 

      “I'm so sorry Nick, but I can't risk my brother being freed. You're the only one, for the moment, who knows about it. I can't go to sleep knowing that there's someone that can untie Adrian.” said Phil apologizing. When he had me tied up nice and was sure I wouldn't escape without assistance, he leaned down and whispered, 

      “Because you've helped me, and I'm short of gag supplies, I'm not gagging you.” I heaved a sigh of relief. 

      “But if you make one sound, any kind of sound at all, I'll swear I'll gag you with my underwear if I have to,” snapped Phil. “I'm not loosing Adrian … Good night.” He covered me with the blanket and stood up, walking away as I heard the footsteps fade and saw the lantern finally turned off. 

      I could understand his irresistible desire to subdue his brother but Phil had gone absolutely insane! He even betrayed me, that little rat, after I helped him do it. On the other hand, I concluded I would have probably done the same thing if I were Phil. 

      “Well, there's nothing else I can do!” ironically I thought. Therefore I got as comfortable as I could, rested my head on the pillow and in a few minutes was dead to the world. 
What happened to me? Did Adrian get loose or was freed by one of the boys? And did this new relation with his brother interfere in the battle against the boyscouts later on? Read the next part and find out!

Al

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"What the F**K happened" my sisters friend shouted (janet)
My sister turned round and lead her out the room
"kanet, i think you'd better go, we'll catch up later, thanks for the ride" she said
"ok, call me" janet replyed as she left
My sister came back in the room and lifeted me up onto my bed.
"you ok?" she asked
I nodded, i couldnt even look at her
"did your boyfriend do this to you?" she asked
Boyfriend, what boyfriend i thought to myself as i shook my head.
"so you did this yourself?"
Once again i nodded. She placed her hand on my cheek then down to my chin and lifted my head slowly up so she could see my face, i looked into her eyes as i tear ran down my cheek, she smiled and whiped away my tear and kissed me on the forehead.
"Its nothing to be ashamed of kim, your just trying new things, i mean iv tried it before, to tell the truth i kinda liked it, but you what your doing is dangerous, what if somthing had happened to you, i would never forgivenmyself if i lost my lil kimmy" she said rubbing my cheek
"if you wanna be tied up you should make sure someone you can trust knows or someone you trust is tying you up, like me, you trust me right???"
I nodded
"just be carefull in future, im gonna untie you now, is that ok?"
Once again i nodded as she began to pull the tape off my mouth (it hurt like hell!!), i spat the pantys out and said
"thanks sis, your not gonna tell mom are you??"
"course i wont"
She picked the knife up off the floor and cut me free of all the tape, she then saw the cut on my finger
"oh my, what happened to your finder? wait here, ill get the med kit" she said leaving the room
she came back and put a band-aid on my finger. About an hour later she came back to my room with some hot chocolate and we had a chat and she said to me if i ever wanted to play some more "games" to let her know...

(im sorry this didnt have any tie ups in it, but i have more storys to tell, if you want to hear them that is)

Hospital Handgags is about two young nurses into handgagging male patients--a very true story that happened to me in 1981. Three parts are currently posted online, and the fourth and concluding part will be there soon. 

There are two excerpts from my HOM novel, In The Hands of Angels, which is about 26 high school cheerleaders who form an all-girl gang to terrorize the school by taking male victims and holding them all day and after school in restraint, while keeping them quiet with the female handgag.

I am planning to resurrect soon my aborted series called Lisa the Hand, about four girls who form a kidnap team, abducting men and specializing in the female handgag. This Lisa series was popular with the readers but was never finished. Soon it will appear at The Fetishist again. Watch out for Lisa the Hand and her three merciless female kidnappers!

I will also be posting a number of handgag short stories in the near future. All of my stories are strictly female hand over male mouth. My writing is a mixture of true factual accounts and fictional pieces. So if you are a lover of the female hand over mouth, please visit the Stories section at The Fetishist. More stories to come soon. Check it out!

I’ve got a couple more stories on the way.

I'm interested in your other experiences.

Well, it all started when my sister was having another sleepover, this time with only 2 other friends...I had decided to get my revenge so I had taken some rope and duct tape out of the garage...My plan was to go into the room and try to take all three of the girls down, or at least just my sister...I walked in there holding a backpack which held the ropes and the duct tape...

"Hey John.." My sister and the other girls said as I walked into the room

"Hey," I replied, and I stood there for a moment not saying anything..

We just exchanged glances...Then I charged at my sister and pinned her to the ground with some difficullty...Apparently the other girls weren't on my side..All three of them were older than me and made a good team..While I was trying to pin my sister to the ground the other girls grabbed me forcefully and pulled my arms behind my back..I could feel several lengths of rope being wrapped tightly around my wrists..I struggled but then my sister joined in and it was really hard..

Next, they forced me to sit in a chair (It had no arms) so that the top slats of the back ended just underneath my armpits...They wasted no time and quickly bound my arms to the back slats of the chair, very tightly, so that I could not wiggle around..

Then, my legs were tied to the chair at the ankles and just below my knees, they tied my legs just as tightly as they had my hands...During all this I had been yelling things such as: "Ouch", "You're hurting me", and "Thats too tight!"..I also said some things that I won't repeat here..Anyway, after hearing all that, they decided to silence me...They had gone through my bag and found the rope and the duct tape..

"Open wide.." my sister said, but I wouldn'y open my mouth, finally all three of the girls started tickling me and a bandana went right into my mouth..it was covered quickly with duct tape...My sister gave me no mercy, wrapping that roll of tape at least 7 or 8 times around my head...

Having my arms and legs successfully tied, and been succenssfully gagged..They decided to use the rest of the ropes up...All three of them continued to tie my legs to the chair wrapping it around my thighs and around the bottom of the chair, pulling tightly so that it dug in..They did the same to my waist, pulling as hard as they could, then they tied it to the back slats and through my arm loops, so that I couldn't really move much..

I glared at them as best as I could..and they left me there for about what seemed like forever but, in reality was about 4 hours...During those 4 hours I realized how much I really liked to be tied up but, then again I was embarrassed because I had let 3 girls overpower me like this..All in all, I really liked the experience..
 

Ill post my next story here soon!!!

Adrian’s Farm – Day 2

       At some time during the night I felt my arms and feet being touched. A hand was clamped softly over my mouth; whoever it was, he knew I would wake up. I could distinguish Phil's blurred figure as I opened my eyes, the second occasion already that night. 

       “Just checking on you. Are you okay?” he whispered somewhat worried. It was quite common among us to ensure it was not being painful for prisoners from time to time, especially if they were to remain tied for a particular long period (We were more careful than readers might think!) 

       I tested my bonds struggling a bit, and they held! Lying hogtied on one side, my hands were warm and sticky inside those socks, but still firmly clenched in a fist thus the fingers were restrained as well as useless. The ropes were snug however numbness was not present in any part of my body; I was rather uncomfortable in my predicament, not being able to move, but was enjoying it deeply, which would have been extremely obvious if Phil chose to use his eyes. 

       I nodded; below the deep greenish eyes he smiled. Then Phil removed his hand and started pushing, dragging me to one side of the bed. “What on earth is he up to now?!” I thought. My unspoken question was soon answered, 

       “I brought some company so you wouldn't feel lonely,” said Phil amused by his own words. He pulled someone by the arms rather roughly and placed him in front of me. Through the shafts of light coming from the little lantern Phil was carrying, I could glance at Adam, standing bound at the wrists and gagged, facing me with a terrified look on his face! He was shirtless; Adam's t-shirt was used to gag him, and based on his bulging cheeks his mouth was also stuffed. 

       “Adam here was on his way to the bathroom,” Phil began explaining. “To his bad luck, the bathroom's door happened to be just next-to Adrian 's bed. You can figure out the rest…” 

       I certainly could! In my mind I imagined Adam desperately running in the dark to take a leak, and all of a sudden jumped a shadow that quickly yanked his t-shirt off, silenced him with it and tied his hands in front. I wished I could have seen the look on Adam's face then, the overwhelming surprise plus no apparent reason for all that. 

       Despite his age, Adam was small and skinny, let alone strong having narrow shoulders. He had an incredibly soft long black hair, which we all liked to ruffle for some reason although it infuriated him (maybe that's why). 

       To end my lonesome captivity Phil laid his new prisoner on the bed, forced his bound hands up to the head post - as expected lashed them to it - while the boy mphhhed through his gag. Before Phil went any further, he turned me on my stomach, now my bound hands and feet up pointing the sky. One of Adam's legs was passed between my mines and Phil tied it at the ankles to his other leg, crossed, using cotton rope. We were sort of locked, like a chain of legs! Using the rest of the rope he lifted Adam's feet, consequently mines too, and lashed them to the head post. Our hairless legs dangled in the air by a rope, arching my back even more. 

       “Ouch!” I tried to muffle the sudden cry. 

       You're wrong if you think he left us like this. 

       I felt the loops around my hands being loosened and my shirt was removed. It gave me time to rub the wrists a bit before he brought my hands in front, above my head. He did the same chain thing with our arms, thus he locked us together, bringing our bodies even closer one to another and depending on each other moves. Phil checked every loop, tightening the socks so I could not pick either Adam's or my knots. Before I could complain again a piece of cloth was forced deep into my mouth and tied in place with my t-shirt. 

       Now I rested on my stomach, snugly bound to another boy, clad only in my blue underwear, thinking how in hell we were going to get out of this. In a small single bed like that one, we had to huddle together in the middle so we wouldn't fall. Phil finished by placing pillows under our heads. 

       Desperate mphhhhhs was all my bound body allowed me to do. 

       “No need to thank me Nick,” he said ignoring my protests. 

       “You won't be like this for much time. Dawn is coming in an hour and I'll set you free to eat breakfast… IF you stay quiet.” 

       Adam and I immediately stopped shouting through our gags; we sure didn't relish the prospect of remaining like this for the entire morning! It was okay while it was dark, but when the sun rose the basement would get warmer and soon we'd be covered in sweat. With that he silently crept away leaving us to ponder our predicament and our aching limbs. 

       As for us, since we had absolutely no chance of getting free without assistance and struggling was out of question, we drifted to sleep listening to the sounds of forest and its animals that came from the outside. 

       Summing up, as you may have noticed, our club was based on a highly motivational objective: vengeance. If he tied me up I'd certainly tie him up; if he tickled me some I'd tickle him twice as much. It could continue like this for days, on and on in an endless vicious circle of tying each other for much of our delight. There were no allies; we all knew in our hearts that when you tied someone you'd get without doubt the same treatment or worse – and that's probably the main reason why we did it in the first place! Give a bunch of vengeful boys some coils of rope and that's what you get. No hard feelings or resentment ever came as a result of our games though. The vengeful lust, for us, was just a deliberate pretext for tying our buddies. 

       While I was peacefully sleeping, in the midst of the most pleasurable dreams, someone began shaking my shoulders in an annoying manner. 

       “Nick, Nicholas…” I heard the voice whisper but didn't pay attention nor did I bother to open my eyes, only murmured a couple of words which were duly smothered by the gag. I did not move (I couldn't even if I had wanted to!) 

       “Nick…,” once again came to my ears. Goddamit! “I'm trying to get some sleep here,” I silently said to myself. Couldn't they wake someone like normal people? This was the THIRD time I was being awakened that night and I had the right to be pissed off. Firstly Phil with his crazy idea which led me to be tied, then Phil again who further secured my movements and speech. 

       “Now, I've had it. There's no way I'm gonna interrupt my nap.” 

       The feeling of a smooth hand caressing my taut skin made me open my eyes wide. All of a sudden the caressing turned into a savage and relentless attack of wild fingers seeking for ticklish spots. An overwhelming electric feeling dispersed from my ribs towards the soared parts of my restrained body. Fully awake, instantaneously I squirmed, thrashed all I could in a frantic struggle trying to avoid the searching fingertips. 

       “Mphhhhhhhff!” 

       “Now that I finally have your attention…” Phil said, producing a broad grin when I stared furiously at him. 

       “I hope you enjoyed it, but unfortunately my dad's calling us for breakfast,” the boy said. With all the writhing I had done Adam woke up and was looking expectantly at our captor too, his disheveled black hair falling over his forehead. 

       I managed to realize it was around 9 when I spotted a dim source of light beneath the basement door; both Adam and I had already been sweating profusely, and side to side, our skins stuck to each other's. When our penance was deemed complete, Phil promptly proceeded to unravel the ropes and tackle the knots and that deprived our liberty – but I knew, however, if it hadn't been for Mr. Silva, Phil would have been glad to left us bound for a lot more time. 

       The lights were turned on. We let him take our gags off and we spat the wet cloths out, which gave our jaws some relief. A couple of bottle waters were produced to soothe our dry throats and we guzzled greedily. 

       “What the hell did you tie us up for?!” Adam enquired (poor kid, caught in the middle of battle; wrong place and the wrong time) 

       “Well…” While Phil explained him I turned my head sideways, to the left, and saw Tyler gagged and hand-bound on his bed! He was sleeping profoundly as always, a sock inserted inside his mouth and another one tied around his head. So I asked Phil, 

       “Why is he like this?” I jerked a thumb at Tyler . 

       “I don't know; He was already like that when I came to wake you up,” Phil answered nonchalantly. 

       The one I had shared bed with and I headed to the bathroom with the purpose of taking a shower. When we came back Chris was up and caught in an enthusiastic conversation with Phil. 

       “Hey Nick, Adam did you sleep well? Hahahahaha” Chris, between gales of mirth, started making fun of us. 

       “Yeah, very funny…” 

       “I don't care,” Adam began saying,” Phil knows we'll get him tied sometime; then we'll settle things out,” he finished with a devious smirk. 

       “Oh, c'mon Adam… I have nothing against you. You know I had to do it!” Phil said with a fearful tone in his voice, perhaps regretting to have an erstwhile prisoner now wanting to tie him up. Adam was evidently furious, so he ignored the reconciliation offer and started dressing. 

       “Chris, how come Tyler is tied up?” 

       “Well, your dear cousin here,” he said pointing at Tyler who was still asleep,” gave me some trouble for his loud snoring. And since I couldn't wake him up I resorted to the effective gag technique we're used to.” I laughed dourly, untied Tyler and, with much difficulty, woke him up. 

       “Why don't you all go up and have breakfast. I'll be with you in a sec; I have to untie my prisoner, er, brother,” Phil suggested. Duly we headed upstairs and began eating. All kind of shouting, laughing and pleading came from downstairs – I could only imagine what Phil was doing to his brother. Next Adrian , followed by his little brother, appeared through the door. The blond boy had his upper body completely immobilized with ropes, around his arms, chests and waist. As I could notice, Adrian 's hands were tied in front, pinioned to his body. Phil marched him to a chair while Adrian uttered the wildest imprecations against his captor. 

       “Sorry for the delay but I had to help him to brush his teeth and all that,” Phil said. We all broke into a boisterous laughter and without more ado enjoyed our meal. 

       For the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon we played soccer, and Phil only allowed his slave to play with his wrists tied. It was fun to watch him run and kick the ball as he was, an extremely uncomfortable situation that made him fall several times. I believe soccer was what we did most in the farm, apart from tie up games of course. 

       On the afternoon, after a short discussion, we decided to look for the boyscouts in the forest and if they agreed, play against them. We prepared our bags with supplies, told Mr. Silva we were going out and began our journey. Phil and Adrian, who was still bound, led the way. They knew the forest all to well in its full extension – this was their realms and it was a certain relief to know we wouldn't be in disadvantage regarding field reconnaissance. 

       Within an hour, we reached a clearing among the high pine trees and shrubs, where a couple of tents had been settled and several boys clad in brownish uniforms were gathered around a campfire. They all focused their looks on us when we approached. One of them, who seemed to be the eldest, stood up and with a smile on his face greeted us. 

       “ Adrian !” 

       “Mike,” Adrian said. It was as if two generals were presenting themselves before a battle. We let him do all the talking. 

       “Sorry I can't shake your hand,” he said airily before pausing and went on, “Nice to see you again.” 
“Same thing too. So, what brings you down here? I see you have two more friends with you,” said Mike with a jerk of his head that swung his blond hair clear of his eyes. “I'm Nick and this is my cousin Tyler,” I said. We shook hands and then turned to Adrian who said, “We want to give it a try again Mike. Your patrol against my team.” “Adrian, Adrian my friend. Wasn't it enough last summer? Aren't you and your friends ever going to learn? You can't beat us!” The other kids crowded around him agreed by chuckling and cheering. “How many hours we kept you tied up, five, six? I'm starting to think you only come here to because you like to be punished so much,” said Mike. The kid was arrogant to the maximum. He was tall and bore a strong physical structure, making me assume he was about 15. “So you're not gonna play? That's what you're saying?” Adrian defied him, the building tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

       “Of course we are!! We're gonna show you who rules in this forest. Aren't we boys?” 

       “Yeah!!!” The group of boyscouts replied at the same time. 

       “We'll see that!” came Adrian 's rejoinder. 

       “Okay Adrian , there are ten of us,” said Mike. We nodded. 

       “Good, the more the merrier,” I said. Being outnumbered did not concern us, for we assumed to be quicker and stronger than them. 

       “But we'll do this tomorrow morning. It's getting late now.” We gazed at the sunset for a few moments. “Don't worry; we are gonna give you a tent here for the night so you don't have to go all the way from our camp to your house,” Mike added. 

       We looked at each other hesitatingly, apprehensive of the real reason for this sudden hospitality. 

       “What? Do you think we're going to launch a coward attack you while you're sleeping?!” 

       “Yes, exactly,” we answered. “Let's do this: I'll take one of your friends prisoner as a guarantee,” Adrian demanded. 

       Mike thought for a while, turned to one of the older boys who nodded his assent. 

       “It seems fair enough to me. But, you'll have to give me one of teammates too.” As soon as I heard those words, I raised my hand and eagerly shouted, “I'll do it!!” Everyone was looking at me now, and I felt kind of embarrassed. 

       “Well… if that's okay with you, of course…” I added promptly; I lowered my head and looked down, so they wouldn't notice I was desperately willing to be the boyscouts's captive. 

       Adam grabbed me by the shoulder and took me some feet away. He stared me right into the eyes and said, 

       “Nick, we don't have a clue of what they're going to do with you. Based on my experience with these boys, it's not going to be very pleasant; they show no mercy. Are you sure you want to do this?” 

       I wanted to say “Nothing would please me more!!” but instead I explained him this way I could spy on them, get a chance to hear their strategies, and even the whereabouts of their hiding spots. I convinced him I was the one; Adrian had to remain with Phil, they wouldn't trust Chris or Adam, but a nice newbie like me to torture was fine. 

       “God, you really like this, don't you?” said Adam smiling. I only answered by blushing deeply as we approached the boys who were waiting. 

       “Okay, we're gonna do it. Nicholas here is going to be your insurance that we will not make any kind of raid tonight,” Adrian announced. 

       “Great. Rob, my little bro, is going to join you.” A small red-haired boy stepped to the front. “Take good care of him,” Mike said. Then he put an arm around Adrian 's shoulder and asked, 

       “Now, tell me something. How come are you tied up like this?” 

       “Well, it's a long story…” he answered smiling. 

       After the terms of our games were arranged, our tent was duly set up right next to theirs. Due to the increasingly hot weather the boyscouts and we headed to a nearby creek where we swam, played and washed ourselves. Guided by the moonlight we returned to camp, where a big bonfire crackled and dinner was being prepared. I have to admit they were really nice to strangers like us, welcoming and friendly all the time. In front of the fire I saw two shirtless boys staked out and gagged. Days ago, before our games had commenced, the unexpected sight of a trussed up boy would've shocked me but now I simply asked a kid I had met called Collin, 

       “Why are they like this?” 

       “Haha, just to keep them out of mischief!” 

       Soon we all - more than 20 kids - were sitting on logs around the fire, enjoying our meal and chatting. When we decided it was bed time, Adrian , Adam, Tyler, Chris, Phil and I walked to our tents. 

       I was about to get in when Mike grabbed me by my shoulder and said, 

       “Nick, where do you think you're going? You come with us now.” I had completely forgotten! 

       “Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” another boy ordered. I did as I was told and within seconds my crossed wrists were deftly and snugly tied. I tested my bonds; the knot-work was impressive, just as competent as the ones Adrian had been using. 

       “Goodbye guys, wish me luck!” I said to my fellows who were now giving the same treatment to their prisoner, Rob. I was excited and worried at the same time about the way these devious boys would treat me. 

       Without more ado they happily escorted me to their tent and while I was being helped to get in, I thought, 

       “This sure is going to be one loooong night.” 

Thanks,

ps. would love to see Nicholas in his blue underwear!!! lol

Now i have an older sister called Tara.
I was 13 when this happened and my sister was 16.
This first time happened on a saturday afternoon.
Now over the years i had annoyed my sister, picked on her, basically always got my own way because i was the baby of the family.
Now in this instance our parents were going out for the day and they told Tara she had to stay home and look after me.Now Tara wanted to go out with her friends and was in a big sulk about it.
Anyway Tara stayed home and our parents went out.
About half an hour after our parents left Tara went upstairs while i was downstairs watching tv.
About 5 minutes later Tara shouts me to come upstairs.I went upstairs and headed for Tara's bedroom..
I was immediately jumped from behind and dragged onto her bed.I was turned over onto my back and i saw it was Tara on top of me.She grabbed my wrist and got a piece of rope and used it to tightly tie my wrists to the headboard of the bed.She put all knots out of reach of my hands.
She then tied my ankles to the bottom of the bed.
I

I have more stories if anyone is interested.Some of them were planned out games and some of them were thrust upon me by my sister when she felt like it.
So if anyone is interested i will post more stories.

of course we're interested

This story goes back to a few months ago, as I was staying the night with my 2 close friends James, and Mike. I had always wanted to tie both of these guys up in there underwear, and gag them with there own socks. So I made it a goal that b4 the night was over I would have both of them bond and gagged wearing only there underwear. But It took me a while to figure out how I would go about this.....

Here is a good one... its mostly boys tied up movies though, but theres a heck of a load of them so eh whatever lol 

http://www.mtbmf.net/boundit/

Liz and I only needed to look at each other to communicate that we were going to be in for a long night… So Liz and I were both chained up in Liz’s basement at the mercy of Jessica, and she had just left to get something. I wasn’t particularly happy at the trade off of captors without my consent, but I’m not quite sure there was too much consent in Jessica’s restraining of Liz either. But I can’t say she didn’t like it. In our many conversations on our interests, particularly bondage, I had learned that Liz preferred to be tied rather than to do the tying. Part of that can be attributed to her shoddy ropemanship, but I’m no better and that doesn’t stop me from feeling just the opposite. This worked perfectly for us, but it never hurts to switch roles. Anyway, it wasn’t like se held onto control for long. Jessica came back with a washcloth, and a roll of duct tape and some scissors. I was preoccupied with escape, but Liz had kept her focus on the stairs since Jessica left the room. Despite the circumstances Liz still greeted Jessica humorously. “I suppose those are for gags…one washcloth, two people?” Jessica didn’t say anything, but took the scissors and cut the washcloth in half. Jessica folded the washcloth over and knelt beside me. I knew exactly what was coming, and I didn’t like it “No Jessica, you’re not gagging me” I said this through my teeth to prevent her form using my open mouth to her advantage. But she was ready, and pinched me in the shoulder hard. She had hoped I’d let my guard down because of the pain, but I was too focused. “Owww…Why’d you do that?” I said through my clenched teeth. Jessica smiled. “You know, I just hate rhetorical questions…Now open up or I’m gonna hurt you a lot worse” I knew she wouldn’t really hurt me, but I knew she could and would pinch me until her fingers fell off if I didn’t cooperate. So I opened my mouth. Jessica didn’t miss a beat and immediately put the purple cloth into my mouth. She followed this up by wrapping my mouth over and around my head with duct tape maybe 2 or 3 times. It did a pretty good job of stopping coherent speech, but didn’t do half as well on noise in general. But I knew noise would only make it worse for both of us so I kept quiet. Jessica proceeded to do the same to Liz except without any resistance. She then picked up Liz and laid her chest on my back. Jessica then went to the box and pulled out another length of chain. Putting Liz on her stomach, she rolled me onto my back and put the chain under me around my waist. I guess I didn’t really expect what was going to happen, but I was very surprised when Jessica picked up Liz and dropped her on me. She picked up the chain that was under me and locked it around behind Liz. Even though Liz was my girlfriend, I had never been in such close contact before and I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy every moment of it. Jessica also attached the chains around our ankles to help make sure we stayed together. We were so close that the only comfortable position for our heads was over each other’s shoulders. I knew I could shrug off my gag, but I figured that it would probably piss off Jessica, and besides I was enjoying myself. We had since rolled over onto our sides and I was facing the stairs, and Liz was facing the wall. Jessica was sitting in a chair watching me. But I noticed a familiar face at the top of the stairs. I was thinking Paul to the rescue! But apparently Paul was thinking more along the lines of - Oh crap he saw me - and he noiselessly left. But all was not lost, because not too long afterwards, Paul’s voice called from the kitchen “Jessica, where are you?” Jessica put her foot under Liz and rolled us over. “I’ll be back” was all she said, and she went up the stairs to speak to Paul. Within five minutes, I was already wondering if she had forgotten about us. But I knew that 1- she couldn’t have just forgotten us, and 2- If I really had to I could get off the gag and call for help. But when your mind gets those ‘what if’ type of thoughts, there is absolutely no denying them. But sure enough they came back. Just not how I expected. Paul was carrying Jessica, who’s hands I presumed were cuffed behind her back, legs were cuffed together, and had what I later found out was a paddleball (you know, the green ones) inside of a pillow case in as a gag. “Really I thought you’d have been stronger than Jessica…a shame really because not only will you not be assisting me tickle Jessica and Liz, you’ll be joining them. I would’ve expelled my gag, but I realized he would be no more impressed by my saying that Liz tied me up, despite it being true. Jessica was not particularly happy about joining us, but didn’t seem to be too unhappy either. But once again I could be sure that the night could only get longer.
 

We went back to Mr. M.'s house, but no one answered the door. We waited, and decided to check the back. When we got there, we opened up the back door and went in. The house was completly silent. We went upstairs to where we had been tied up the night before. We saw the roommate still bound and gagged, and now he was blindfolded. To our surprise, Mr. M. was tied up and blindfolded too. We were confused. They heard someone entering the room, and started to make a commotion. They started struggling and grunting. I took off Mr. M.'s gag and told him it was us. He told us that someone had broken into their house and tied him up.(His roommate had been tied up all night). He didn't know if the person was still there, but he knew pictures had been taken. We untied him, and untied his roommate. They stretched out because they were sore, showerd, and got dresses. We saw nothing was missing, but they thought it would be safe if we stayed with them. I told them to check on us in the morning, and if we were fine we would stay at my house, and if not we'd stay at their's for a while...

That night we sat up and waited for something to happen. Nothing happened. I must have dozed off because i woke up late in the morning, perfercly fine. I woke up Vinny, and we went over to Mr. M.'s. No one answered the door again, so we could only asume what had happened. We went in the back door and upstairs. We went into Mr. M.'s room, where he was tied spread-eagle to his bed. His roommate was in the same situation. Vinny went to untie the roommate, and I untied Mr. M. Me and Vinny decided to stay the night so we could keep watch. 
That night, we just sat around and watched t.v. Mr. M and his roommate went to bed. Me and Vinny stayed downstairs. We must have dozed off because when i woke up, i heard a door creaking open. I just laid where i was. The person crept around to the stairs. That's when I got up, and quitely followed him. I saw him creep into Mr. M.'s room first. I watched has he stipped him to his jock and tied him to the bed again. He did the same thing to the roommate. Then I realized something. That morning they had a bodybuilding competition to compete in. I figured it was some other bodybuilder trying to sabotage them. I was right. I ran down the stairs to get Vinny, but i got there to late. The person was tying Vinny up in his jock. I tryed to get out, but was heard. I was jumped and stripped, then tied up. The person turned a light on for a minute, and it was another competitor for bodybuilding. We were all stuck like that for half a day. Finally Vinny got free, untied me, then we ran upstairs to untie Mr. M. and his roommate. Vinny and i decided that was enought tie-ups(for that month).
 
 
 

Paul was pacing, circling like a vulture around his captives; one his, other two inherited because he was the only one who could move his arms or legs. Liz and I were absorbed a sort of helpless intimacy as our bodies were pinioned against each other while Jessica lay on her side thinking about how suddenly she lost use of her limbs. I guess Liz felt the same way when Jessica jumped her. I had never been forcibly restrained myself, but I had no doubt that Paul could do so if he wished. Of those of us who could talk (just Paul if it wasn’t obvious enough) no one did. Paul just kept circling. Finally he sat down. And he just sat…and sat, and sat…doing absolutely nothing except…sitting. He obviously wanted to torment us first by doing absolutely nothing. Doing nothing is never more boring than when can’t do anything even if you wanted to. Of course, this feeling of helplessness is exacerbated (that means made worse for those of you without access to a dictionary) by the anticipation of the torment to come. Finally after (5, 10, 15 minutes?) he used the keys in Liz’s box to separate me and Liz. He helped me remove my gag (I really could’ve done it myself) and said “Having fun? Chose a number between one and three.” My mouth was incredibly dry. “Yeah, uh…one?” Paul laughed “damn… lucky you’re safe for the moment” He helped Liz with her gag “Alright Liz, its up to you. Two or three?” Liz sighed. “Can I get a hint?” Paul acted like he was actually thinking about it, and responded “well…uh…no. Two or three?” Liz sighed again “Three” Paul looked disappointed “lucky guess…” he turned to Jessica “well, I suppose you’re first” I hate number picking things because the person who chooses the number can change it at any time if it’s not written down. But I didn’t care because I wasn’t first. “Jessica, you get one chance to go free. Choose a number between one and one hundred” Jessica mmphed her disapproval at the odds and shook her head vigorously. “Oh no you don’t. I know the odds, and I feel it would be too much work to ungag you only to have to put it on again. When I say first number, you put up the corresponding number of fingers to your guess. Same for the second” I didn’t see what she showed him but I think it was obvious from what he said “No, the number is not eleven, and I think I could’ve taken offence to that gesture. Either way, you lose, and must be tickled. He, like both his sister and his girlfriend doesn’t miss a beat on an opportunity and was straddling Jessica’s waist as soon as he finished talking. He pulled her shirt up to about midway up her chest, and went straight for the sides. He was fast, and he was good. If he hadn’t been pinning her down with his weight, she would have probably squirmed from the basement to halfway down the block even with her arms and legs cuffed together. But he didn’t stop there. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, but only long enough to take off her shoes and socks. Then he went for her feet. I guess her feet were even more sensitive, and she struggled with renewed conviction. But I knew just from one of his bear hugs that there was no escaping Paul, and I can’t say having her hands cuffed behind her back helped any. He gave her another short break before changing his strategy to alternate between her neck, armpit, sides, back of her knees, and her feet. She went wild. Paul kept up his assault though, and continued to torture Jessica relentlessly. Finally he stopped and looked at his watch. “Aww… that was 10 minutes. Good job” He turned towards me “Red or Blue?” I wasn’t quite clear on the purpose of the question (how’d I miss it?) but answered anyway “Red” Paul laughed “Good. You’re next” Now the anticipation had been getting to me, but I already knew that I was completely immune to being tickled. There was just no way to tickle me. It just doesn’t work. My two older sisters had taken it out of me. (I have some stories to tell about them too) And Paul was no different. There would be no way to get me to respond. But he tried. He pulled up my shirt and went for my sides. Nada, zilch, zippo. So then he went for the neck. Nada, zilch, nothing. And he went for every place humans can be ticklish, and came up with nothing every time. But it didn’t stop him from trying for the whole 10 minutes. Paul noticed the time and said “You…suck, you suck, yousuck yousuck yousuck. Damn…I hate you…. god damn… arrrrrg…crap… You know, you COULD’VE told me…damn” I knew Paul was pissed off (in the ‘I just realized how much of an idiot I am’ kind of way) so I said “I just play ‘em like I have ‘em” Paul turned to me “You suck” he turned to Liz “you’re next, and I know you’re ticklish…very, very, very ticklish” He walked over to the stairs “Oh, and don’t think after I’m done with her you’re all finished…Oh, no…we’re just getting started. I’ll be right back” He left. Jessica was resting by a wall, and me and Liz were at the center of the room. “Great…just great…” I said speaking to no one in particular. Obviously, this long night was going to drag well into morning.
 

Me: "Hey Mak, what's up?"

Mak: "Not much, just wanted to know if you wanted to play some video games or not."

Me: "Nah. I got some friends tied up upstairs that I gotta attent to."

Mak: "Really? Can I play along too?"

Me: "Uh, sure, I guess."

My neighbor, Mak, was one of those kids who always tagged along in things since he had no siblings to play with. So the minute I ever told him I was gonna do something, he wanted to tag along too. Even Jenny and Mabel felt sorry for him sometimes. Anyways, as for description, Mak was about twice my size in weight, had brownish hair, and a round big face.

When we got to my room, Mak saw Jenny and Mabel tied up on the floor and asked if he could tie me up too. Since I didn't wanna make him feel bad, I reluctantly agreed. He sat me down on my chair and pulled my hands behind my back. Using one of the ropes from my drawer, he crossed my hands together and wrapped rope around my hands several times, pulling tighter which each coil. When he got towards the end of it, he tied the knot off. He then took a longer piece of rope, tied it around my arms and chest and tied the end piece of it to the chair. Finally, he took a last piece of rope, tied my ankles together, and tied it to one of the chair legs. He then took a scarf out of my closet, and tied it over my mouth as a gag. Knowing how ticklish I was, he removed my shoes and socks off and began to tickle my feet. Jenny and Mabel just looked up at me from their hogtied positions and seemed to be smiling through their gags, knowing that I would be in the same predicament as them. Now I'm a lot more sensitive to barefoot tickling than Jenny was, so you can imagine the reaction I had when he started to tickle my feet. I wriggled around in the chair so much that it almost seemed like I would make it tip over. After about 15 minutes, he got bored of tickling me and said he was going downstairs to play some video games. He said he'd be back in a hour with more torture for us to endure.

Not wanting to go through anymore tickling, I figured I had to get myself free, or at least one of the girls free, so that we could untie each other. I mmmphed into my gag to get the girls' attention and motioned them to come towards me with my head. Hopefully we would get free before the hour was up... 

It was a friday and i had the day off college and all of a sudden i got a phone call from my girl friend's best friend Shelley.
"Hey chris, you busy tonight?" she asked straight to the point
"Nah, i was just gonna watch T.V, why?"
"Well me and Amy were ment to be babysiting tonight but she had to cancel because shes caught that bug thats going around"
"yeah i know, but whats this got to do with me?"
"well, we were suppose to be watching Billy Collin's little brother, because his parents have gone away for the weekend and they want us to watch him until Billy gets back and i really dont want to be there on my own when he gets there"
Billy Collin went to the same school as me he was in the same year as me and he was a real dic... a reall nasty pice of work, he had been suspended on several occasions including once when he hit a female student in the year below because she refused to have sex with him. The strangest thing was that he came from the nicest family, my older brother was mates with his older brother and he was really cool and he had the nicest mum who was the reason that Amy and Shelley had the babysitting job. But its just strange the way he turned out.
But anyway i wouldnt have wanted the 2 of them to be there when Billy got there on their own, so i agreed. I picked Shelley up at 4:30 and we drove to Billy's place and arrived just as his parents were leaving.
"Hi Mrs Collin" i said with a smile as she saw me (she was attractive for her age!!!)
"Oh hello Chris, i didnt expect to see you here today" she replied
"Oh yeah Amy couldnt be here, so i'm just giving Shelley a lift here and i'll keep her company" (well what else was i going to say, i was worried that your son may give my girl friends best mate a black eye)
"oh alright, Toms in the living room watching T.V and i dont know what time Billy plans on coming home, it'll probaly be late, is that ok?"
"yeah thats fine i got chris to give me a lift back if its that late" Shelley replied
With that they left and we knocked on the door and Tom (billy's younger brother) let us in. We came inside and began watching T.V for a while until Tom jumpted up and ran over to Shelley and whispered somthing in her ear and they both stood up and ran out the room and upstairs, after about 3 minuets they came back
"we need your help" he said
I followed them back upstairs where they lead me to a loft (attic) hatch
"we're not tall enough" shelley said
I jumpted up and opened the watch and pulled down the ladder to the loft and tom clabbered up it, followed by Shelley then just as i was about to follow tom's head poked out
"NOT YOU, NOT YET, YOU HAVE TO COME BACK LATER, COME BACK WHEN THE BIG HAND REACHES THE 7 AND THE LITTLE HAND REACHES THE 3" he shouted pointing to the clock
i shurgged and went back down stairs and but mtv on and started watching cribs, i cant rember whos house it was when i suddenly looked at the clock and it was 7:20 (i was late as usal) i got up and looked through the door way to the stairs as i saw toms head quickly duck down and disapear as i heard him climb back up the ladder as i made my way upstairs, looked up through the hatch as the light suddenly flicked off. I slowly climbed up the ladder and into the loft, which was now pitch black, i fumble around for a while then SMACK i hit my head on a beam, to which i heard a round of gigles from tom and Shelley, then all of a sudden the light came on and sat infront of me was Shelly tied to a chair with what looked like clear celo-tape (you know the type that you use to wrap presents with)
"HELP ME HONEY HELP ME" she shouted doing her best damsal in distres act
I turned round and tom was standing there with a cap gun
"hands up" he said
i put my hands up and sat down in a chair that was next to Shelley's.
"Before we go any further care to explain whats going on?"
Shelley turned and looked at me
"well obviously we're a married couple and you've just come home from work to find me at the will of a burgerler and now hes got you to" she said with wide eyes as if to say play along
"oh right, you monster, you'll never get away with this" i said. Hey im a wannabie actor it was the best performance ever!!!
The chair's we were sitting on were made of steel and had thin arms which were sort of pipe like, its basicly the type of chair you'd find in a fast food resturant or anyother resturant thats not considered classy
Anyway he made me put my arms on the arms of the chair as he wrapped the celo-tape around my wrists several times securing both arms to the chair, he then proceded to wrap both legs to the chair legs. The tape wasnt exacly strong, i mean i could have broken out of it easily, but i mean it was only a game, i was just going to play along
"right im gonna finish the rest of the house" he said as he 'gagged' us with bits of celo-tape. Just as he was leaving Shelley stuggled and fake MPHHed for him as he left.
After he left i turned to Shelley and said
"Honey no matter what i love you" laughing my head of because the 'gag' was still attached to my upper lip.
After a while it started to get cold
"how longs he gonna be Shell?" i asked
"becuase in a while im just gonna have to free myself"
"i dont know, but im bloody cold"
all of a sudden we heard someone start climbing the ladder and then whos head should pop up through the hatch but Billy's. Oh jesus i thought to myself, whats he doing home, its not even 8 yet, his mum said late.
"well well well, looks like we got us a couple of captives" he said rubbing his hands laughing
"very funny Bill, now your here we can leave" i said starting to try to break the tape
"you aint going no where" he said kicking over an old wooden chest. A load of wallpaper rolls and rollers fell out (his dad was once a decorater) Billy reached into the chest and pulled out a roll of black gaffer tape.
"don't even try it bill" i said again trying to break the tape
Billy ran over to me and started to warp the gaffer tape over my wrists. He did it really tight and it hurt
"Bill this aint funny, take it off now and let us go" i said with anger in my voice
"oh shut it" he said shoving an old cloth from the chest in my mouth and took the tape and wrapped it round my head several times, i began to shout and swear at him behind the gag, but it only came out as a series of MPHHHs. He then started to secur my legs to the chair and then started to finish me off by wrapping the tape around my whole body securing me to the chair. I started to violently struggle and try to break free, causing the chair to move around. Billy was laughing the whole time (he stank of beer and godknows what else).
He started next on Shelley (who was unable to break free) securing her wrists where they were already taped and then her feet before wrapping her in tape to the chair the whole time she was saying things like
"please billy dont do this, just let us go home now" or "that hurts its too tight"
Billy stood back and admired his work, he pulled out his phone and walked over to shelley and said
"right i'll make a deal with you, i'll let you and your friend go now if you give me a kiss"
"NO" was shelleys reply
"fine ill leave you here till morning"
"ok, ok ill do it" she said
he grabbed her hair and begain to kiss her whilst taking a picture on his phone. She broke it off
"right now let us go" she said
"Man that was good" he shouted
he walked over to me and ripped the tape off my head and i spat out the cloth
"you say one word and ill leave u like this" he said pointing at me
"now i dont wanna waste and opertunity like this, do i?" he said pulling our chairs side by side
"now i want you two to kiss" he said with a smug grin
"no way" we both said
"fine if you wanna stay here"
"alright, alright" we said
"ok but it has to last for more than a minuet, ill be timing you and you dont stop till i say"
"when you gonna grow up bill" i said
He picked up the tape again and pointed to it. I looked at shelley and she looked at me we closed our eyes as our lips met.
"i wanna see some tounges" he said
The whole time we were kissing i could hear him taking pictures on his phone, but i had to admit, she was a good kisser and i could feel myself getting aroused.
After what seemed like 3 or 4 minuets he said
"ok you can stop now"
"right now let us go now"
"nah, id rather not" he said picking up 2 cloths and shoving them in our mouths and wrapping the tape round our heads several times
"right have fun you two, ill see you in the morning, oh wait i almost forgot, goodnight sweet heart" he said trying to kiss shelley's taped mouth, she struggled and MPHHHed
Billy took a few more pictures on his phone and then left through the hatch pushing the ladder back up and closing the hatch
We amidialately started to struggle in an attempt to free ourselvs i pulled at my wrists trying to get free then at my legs, nothing. I looked over at Shelley an she was thrashing around trying hard to break free, grunting and breathing heavily through her nostrols. She gave up after a while with a sigh looking over at me. She was shaking a little due to the fact it was so cold, i looked around for somthing i could use to free ourselvs because if i knew billy, he would acctually leave us here until morning, or when ever he woke up and got over his hangover.
I looked over at Shelley, she had renewed her efforts to get free struggeling and breathing even harder untill her chair rocked over onto its side. She was getting frustraited now, shouting and screaming behind her gag which only came out as a series of MPHHHs
I looked over to the chest and wallpaper rolls and i saw a craft knife lying on the floor, i slowly started to hop over to it, when i got close enough i tipped over the chair and landed with a thud and then started to struggle to reach the knife, using all my weight i edged my wrists and the chair to the knife. After a while the tip of my finger was able to slide it over to i could grab it and extend the blade, then slowly and carefully turned it round and attempted to cut the tape, which i succeseded in doing before cutting my self a tiny bit. i used my now free hand to cut the other wrist free then i pulled of the gag and spat out the cloth. That really hurt pulling the tape off, took a few arm hairs with it, ouch. After i freed myself i started work on shelly, picking her up off the floor then taking the gag off, being really carefull as to no take any hair out with it. She spat the cloth out and thanked me. I cut her free from all the tape and she jumpted up and threw her arms around me.
"listen we have to delete those pictures of his phone, who knows what he'll do with them" i said to shelley. I looked at my phone and saw the time was 8:45. I opened the hatch slightly and looked down to see if its clear, i slowly lowered myself down to the floor. Shelley slowly lowered herself and i cought her and lowered her to the floor. I looked around upstairs and found Billy's room, i looked inside he wasnt in there but i saw his phone on his bed. We walked inside and i handed Shelley the phone
"here delete those pictures ill see where billy is. I walked to the stairs and looked down towards the living room and there he was, passed out on the sofa, i walked downstairs and got our shoes and coats after a while shelley came downstairs and got her shoes and her coat on, just as we heard billy get up, he walked out into the hallway and saw us just leaving, i walked over to him grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him against the wall and kneed him in the... well you can probaly guess, shelley walked over and slapped him in the face. We then left and got into my car.
"right, i dont think we should tell amy what happened tonight" Shelley said
"yeah thats probaly for the best, did you delete all the pictures?"
"Yeah, i got them all"
"good good, do you want me to drop you off at home then?"
"Yeah i better get back"
I droped shelley off at her place
"goodnight, ill cya later" she said kissing me on the cheek
I smiled and nodded and waited for her to close the door before driving off.

**THE END**

I wonder, however, what happened to the two scouts who were staked out near the fire. Were they released at bedtime, or were they left like that all night? Please add some remark to your next chapter.

Dude, get real. 
For most of us this hobby exists in people's stories, images on the internet, and a bunch of letters on a website. What's the use of spending time on the internet that is just 1D when in fact you got a 3-dimension world of other marvelous things right behind you. Besides, tying up isn't even a sport.

I agree that we continuously dream about tie ups regardless of whatever happens in our lives. However, when that opportunity arrives and you get tied up, its a great feeling! Yet a couple of hours later, its over and well that's it. What do we do next? We go on searching and reading more people stories, share a little, and view some photos wishing that the person on that photo was you. 

How unpleasant is that routine? Well my first suggestion is to please DON'T overwhelm yourself with this hobby. Kids, teenagers, young and older adults should realize that limiting yourself to this hobby is a waste. Sure its great to do it once a week online, but I noticed many people have had this overwhelm them and I pity them.
Second suggestion is to please don't go looking for some hard-core action and let the captor be given the full rights to do whatever he or she would want to do to you...one day you'd end up getting more than you'd bargained for and regret it. But if you do, please make sure that these pearls of security apply: COMPLETE TRUST (not just knowing the person is good, or is a friend, but COMPLETE TRUST), CLEAR COMMUNICATION between you and your would be captor / victim, and KNOWING THE LIMITS AND RESPECTING THOSE LIMITS of that other person.
For example, a tie up can go wrong by having someone penetrate you as an underaged person when in fact you were only doing it for the 'safe tie ups'. Maybe you cut off the circulation from one of your friend's fingers overnight with duck tape and that his finger had never fully recovered. 
Why I wrote this? There are 2 million viewers strong in this website (according to the main page) and I just wanna say that ae agreed to be playing with fire and we should all know the consequences of it. Its fun, but in this game, there's a catch that you must obey, and that is RESPONSIBILITY for everything that happens in this journey.

Ok I'm getting rather drowsy. Gnite!

Jenny, who didn't seem to be in as strict a hogtie as Mabel(although her hands could pretty much grab her ankles), was able to roll her way over to me since I didn't cross-tie her feet like I did with Mabel. Once she made her way over to my chair, she took a short break and tried to get her gag loose by rubbing her sock gag down to her chin with the leg of my chair. After some unsuccessful tries, she was finally able to push her gag down and spit out her packing. 

Jenny: "Ugh! Finally I can talk again. This hogtie is so annoying! Everytime I move either my arms or legs, the other is forced to go along with it! K.C., hold your legs stiff so I can balance myself up on my knees."

I followed her instructions and she was able to push herself up against my legs into a kneeling position. She then took baby steps on her knees until she came behind my chair. It was then that I could feel her mouth against my hands as she tried to pick at the knot tying my hands with her teeth. Eventually I could feel my ropes coming loose as the knot came apart. I then pulled my hands through my loosened bonds and began to untie the ropes holding my arms and body to the chair. I then untied my ankles and removed my gag.

Me: "Good job Jenny! I didn't know you would be this limber in helping me get loose"

Jenny: "Hehe. Yeah, all thanks to your expert tying. It made things more difficult."

Me: "Well, I didn't know Mak would show up here and ruin things for us."

Jenny: "Yeah, I guess you couldn't see it coming. Now untie me from these ropes."

I went over to her and first untied her hogtie rope, releasing the connection from her hands and feet. 

Jenny: "Finally! my back was starting to hurt from all that backbending I had to do."

I then untied her ankles and she stood up to stretch her legs. She then turned her hands towards me for me to untie. 

Jenny: "Hey, what time is it?"

Me: "Almost 6:30."

Jenny: "Oh shoot, I gotta get back home soon for dinner. Can you hand me my boots over there?"

Me: "Here you go. Hey, when you get downstairs, tell Mak that he can come back upstairs now."

Jenny: "Okay. Um, it was kinda fun being tied up by you today. Maybe we can try it again some other time I come over."

Me: "Sure. As long as my parents aren't around."

Jenny then zipped her boots back on and said goodbye. Mabel then grunted in her gag to remind me of how she was still tightly hogtied on the floor. I then went over to her and untied her gag from her mouth. 

Mabel: "Bleh! My mouth's so dry. Um, I don't have to head home just yet. Do you mind if I hang around here some more until 9?"

Me: "Sure. I don't mind."

Mabel: "And, um, you don't have to untie me completely just yet. I kind of like it. Just untie my hogtie and feet since they're getting kinda numb."

So, I released her hogtie and untied her ankle bonds. Mak then came into the room and looked disappointed at how we got freed.

Mak: "I can't believe you guys got loose. It seemed like all of you were tightly secured."

Me: "Yeah, Jenny was the reason why we all got loose. She's really flexible."

Mak: "Oh...hey, why's Mabel still tied?"

Me: "Cuz she still wants to be."

Mabel just blushed at us and asked if we could head to the kitchen for some water. So all three of us headed back downstairs, with Mabel's hands tied behind her back and still barefoot. After I helped her drink her glass of water, Mabel spent the rest of her time with us with her hands tied. Finally, when it was 9, I untied her and both she and Mak left. However, before she left, she said she'd like to be tied up again for some later time... 

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It did not take me long to figure this out though. As it was time for bed, mike decided to sleep in his underwear. I knew this because I saw his shirt and shorts laying over in the corner of the room. So I decided this was my chance. 

After waiting about an hour, I decided to make my first move. I crawled over to Mike’s sleeping bag, and got on top of him. This scared him and he woke up. I thought fast and hand gagged him before he could yell out or say anything. I said look mike there is no need fighting this. He looked at me as if he did not know what I was talking about. As I reached for my book bag mike pushed me off of him and jumped on top of me. All the noise woke James up and he asked what the hell we were doing.

Mike said “I woke up and Jay was on top of me, so I don’t know what he was going to do. James told mike to calm down, that he knew what I was up to. James filled Mike in that I was probably going to try and tie him up. Mike Just started laughing and said oh really???

Mike then reached into my bag and found all the tape, bandanas, and rope I had. He then looked at James and said “maybe we should teach this punk a lesson”. James just smiled and said lets do it. Before I could even move James and mike were all over me tying me up.

Once they had my hands tied, I knew there was no escaping. James got down right in my face and said, well I know what you had on your mind, but the thing is, it is now going to happen to you. With that James told mike to pull my shorts down and off. My shirt was already off from where I had taken it off for bed. So now I was left laying here on the floor tied up wearing only my white Hanes briefs.

James then told mike to find my socks where ever they were. Well mike did not have to look far, and he soon had my ankle socks in his hand. James grabbed one and shoved it into my mouth. He then tied the bandana around my head to hold my sock/gag in place.

I secretly was loving this but I would never let them know that. I just laid there tied up in my Tighty Whities are they laughed at me. James then told mike to just go back to sleep, and that they would untie me in the morning.

still waiting .. are you there kim?

Now this story took place about 3 weeks after i was captured by Laura. See my last story for details.It is somewhere in the archives for last year.

It was a saturday afternoon.I was at home with my sister Amy. Charlene was out at the cinema. Our parents said they were going out for the afternoon and they would not be back until later.
Amy rang Leanne as soon as our parents left and invited her to come over.
When she arrived at the house her and Amy went straight into Amy's room.
Now i had enjoyed playing these games and for the 3 weeks that didn't involve any tying up i had been nagging at my sisters and friends for us all to get together again and have a tie up game.I was relentless.I bugged them at home and at school but they kept telling me that they were too busy with their own mini war against Leanne's sister and her friends(see story called Rescue Gone Wrong in the archives for last year again for more details).
Now as i said i kept nagging and annoying them constantly.I was about to find out how much i annoyed them.
I was in my bedroom watching a video.About 30 minutes later i heard somebody go downstairs.About 5 minutes later Leanne shouted me from across the hallway.I still had not heard anyone come back up the stairs.
I went to Amy's room.Leanne was sitting on a chair reading some girly magazine.
She saw me and she had an evil smile on her face.She then said"Gotcha"
I then heard the door shut and there was Amy.She had some rope in her hands.
I started backing away but Leanne came up behind me and grabbed hold of me.
She dragged me over to the bed and got me onto it. She grabbed my wrists and held them while Amy tied them with the rope above my head to the headboard.My wrists were crossed as well.She tied them tight.I tried getting them free but it was no use. Leanne then got some rope and tightly tied my ankles.She also took my socks off.
I started to ask what they were doing when Amy stuffed some socks into my mouth.She then put 2 strips of duct tape over it.It was a very effective gag.I tried talking but all i got out were a few mmmmphs.

Leanne told me that i was getting my wish and that today i would be their prisoner and they would torture me.

Leanne then started tickling my feet while Amy started tickling my sides.i laughed hysterically through my gag and i was squirming about but it didn't help.They both relentlessly kept tickling me for around 10 minutes.

They then stopped and said they would let me rest for 5 minutes.
That time quickly elapsed and Amy said she had to get something from downstairs.She went down and came back upstairs with a jug of ice.
They both then pulled my shirt up and started putting ice cubes on my stomach.i again stated squirming but they wouldn't stop.
After they used the ice they both started whispering to each other.Amy then walked over to her wardrobe.Leanne said they would now make me into a pretty girl.I started stuggling hard trying to get free.I mmmphd at them through my gag begging them not to do it.
Amy said they would dress me up first and that i had to agree to do it otherwise they would never let me play with them again.
I reluctantly agreed.
Leanne untied my arms and ankles.Amy then put some clothes on the bed. She said they would leave the room for 5 minutes to give me time to get changed.She told me not to bother trying to escape as i would make it even harder on myself.
They left the room and i started to change into my sister Amy's clothes.The clothes she got me to wear were some pink underwear, a short black dress, black tights, black knee high boots and a black leather jacket.
I shouted to them i had finished.
They both came back in the room and told me to sit on the chair.Amy started getting make up ready while Leanne started tying my wrists crossed behind the chair.She then used some more rope to tie the wrists to the back of the chair.
She then tied my ankles seperately to each leg of the chair.
I tested the ropes but Leanne had also done a good job of tying me.
She then got the duct tape and wrapped it around my wrists over the rope.She also wrapped tape around both of my ankles as well.
Leanne said she wouldn't gag me as they were now putting make up on me.
Amy came over with the make up and started putting it on.She put mascara on, glitter,eye shadow.She got some bright red lipstick and put it on my lips.While she was doing this Leanne was painting my toenails red and she painted my fingernails pink with nail varnish.

When they had finished they both stood there smiling admiring their handiwork.They both taunted me saying that i was at their mercy and that i looked very pretty.
I just stared at them.
Amy then said they were going downstairs now for a while and that i had better be quiet otherwise they would drag me outside the front and leave me there for everyone to see.
Before they left Amy took some photos and said they took them to show Charlene and the others what they missed.

They both then went downstairs and left me there for around 2 and a half hours.Leanne then came upstairs and said that she was going home.I said was she letting me go.She laughed and said she would leave that to Amy to decide.She then kissed me on the cheek and said goodbye.
It was another hour before Amy came upstairs and untied me.
She said that i had better change.i changed and Amy helped get the varnish off my nails.

So there it is. I do have more stories and i will post them soon.

You said you wore...
'black knee high boots'
Then you said ...
'She then tied my ankles seperately to each leg of the chair.' 
and ...
'She also wrapped tape around both of my ankles as well.' 
So how could they possibly ...
'Leanne was painting my toenails red'

Now I don't mind fake stories, but please make them believable, or at least possible. Thanks