Part 1
About a month after the previous time, both our parents would be gone for the weekend. We had planned to spend it together but little did I know she had something planned for me.

I do not have much time, so I will go into more detail next time.

I started up the walk to her house thinking about how I was going to tie her up. When I got to the door I tried it and it was unlocked. The second I closed the door she grabbed me from behind and slipped a loop around my wrists.
I gave her a good fight and probably would have won except...
"Alex!",she began. "Stop fighting!"
"Why should I?!"
"Because,since you got to tie me up,it's only fair that I get to do the same. So will please you stop fighting?!"

At this I stopped struggling.
She untied my wrists and led me into her bedroom.
"Okay",she said." "Lets get started!"

First she blindfolded me with a strip of duct tape and made me take off my clothes. Then I felt her put a bottom and a top of some sort on me.
Then the tieing began.

She wrapped duct tape around my wrists and ankles six times each,then she went around my shoulders and chest the same amount of times. Next she went around eight times each my thighs, above my knees, below my knees, my shins and my ankles. Then she took some rubber bands and tied my fingers together lobster-style, before wrapping duct tape around them six times.

She disappeared for a few minutes while I tried out my bonds and knew I was screwed, because I couldn't move an inch.

Then she came back and spoke:
"I blindfolded you first so that your clothes would be a surprise." 
"Sarah,"I replied. " I think I know what you made me wear and I don't think I like it."
"Well its time for the blindfold to come off so you can see what it is."

She took off the tape and saw her wearing the bathing suit I tied her up in explaining where she had been those few minutes. It pissed me off, her taunting me like that.

"Time to see the new you",she said with a smile,and stepped back revealing her mirror.
I gasped in horror.
She had dressed me in a pair of her bra and panties.
I was unable to speak so she did instead, beginning a llllooonngg weekend of taunting.
"What's wrong? You look shocked. Oh! I know! You're horrified you don't have breasts!" She then took four of her socks and stuck two in each cup and played with them until they looked like breasts.
 

I opened my mouth to scream bloody murder but I wouldn't scream, let alone say anything, for a long time.
Before I could utter a peep she took another pair of her panties and shoved them into my mouth. Then she took an eight inch strip of duct tape and smoothed it over my mouth. All I could do was grunt and mmpphh very softly. Screaming at the top of my lungs wouldn't even penetrate the walls of the room if the door was closed.

While I futily tried to scream for her to untie me,Sarah started to taunt me again.
"Poor baby can only grunt. You're mine for the weekend Alex. I'm in control this time, so if I ask you to grab me a drink while you are bound and gagged, I want you to ask me vocally and in writing, what flavor,hot or cold and from the can or in a glass. Got it?"

I answered best I could considering my fruit of the loom panties and duck tape speech inpediment.

"I'll take that as a yes. Now I'm going to leave you here for a few hours by yourself, so you can get used to being tied and being in my clothes,k? Then after that I'll come back and we can have some fun okay Al-. Wait I can't call you Alex anymore considering your manner of dress can I?"

I mmpphhed indignantly at this, knowing what was coming.

"I'll call you Ally. See you later Ally. Call if you need anything. Oh wait. Thats right. You can't. Oh well. Bye."

With that she blew me a kiss, closed the door and left, laughing her head off.
I could tell it was going to be a long weekend.

To be continued. 

J-Mac: Don't pay attention to what people say, I - and probably several others - did enjoy your story.

Dominik: Regarding the boys staked out, I will write about them in the next chapter of my story, which I'm probably posting this weekend. Thanks for reminding them to me.

I've been doing bondage and tickling since I was a young boy (7 or 8 years old). I'll dredge my memories and see if I can come up with any stories from my youth. 

Like many here I also DO enjoy bondage just for the fun of it, or to try out a new idea, or just for practice! I like tying males as well as females. So if anyone reading this is in or near the SF Bay area and wants to chat about bondage or get together for some no-pressure practice, just holla!

Meanwhile, I'll be hanging out here and chiming in now and then. If anyone has questions about bondage techniques or bondage safety just post here or email me and I'll do my best to answer.

Keep tying!

TnT
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and this one:

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0604.htm#The%20Tickle%20Torture%20Game%20For%20A%20Punk%20Brother%20-%20Matt%20***

Does anyone know what happened to Matt and Susan, the posters of those stories? I'd really like to see the continuations.

WHich would the people rather hear? Me tying a girl or me being tyed by a guy?

Don't worry. It won't even have the hint of being sexual.

Now, here's one of my site's guidelines that has not been respected recently: Don’t be abusive to others, people can disagree without resorting to that sort of thing. So, please guys, cool off and take a deep breath before you post here.

We've had some pretty good stories posted here recently, so thanks to everyone who contributed. If you go through the archives, you'll note that I have started indexing the stories. I'm going backwards, and I've done everything until Feb 2003. The earlier archives will be indexed progressively, when I have time - this is a very time-consuming activity. 

At the same time, I'm also indicating which stories are my personnal favorites - I identify these stories with three stars (***) in each of the monthly archives. Of course, these choices are completely subjective, and reflect my own personal tastes. You may agree with me or not, but I think the stories I have identified are the best written, and most entertaining. They are of all types: m/f, f/m, m/m and f/f. Hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did.

Well, that will be it for now. Thanks everyone for coming here and contributing your stories.

One warning: it's sometimes VERY difficult to describe bondage in a text-only format like this. So if anything isn't crystal clear, or if you try something and it doesn't work the way it's described, please post a question and I'll try to clarify. And of course my email is always open.

I'm starting with one of the most basic, yet most useful ties. Bondage riggers (people who design and build bondage ties) call it the "wrap and cinch" for reasons that become obvious soon. There are two basic versions of this tie. The one I'm about to describe was developed by a woman named Paula Klaw. The other was developed in Japanese bondage, and I'll describe it if there's interest in this.

Fans of this site have probably heard of Bettie Page, and may have seen the bondage photos that she appeared in back in the 1950s. Most of those photos were taken by a New York photographer named Irving Klaw. But what many people don't know is that Irving was not the one who tied Bettie up. That was handled by Irving's wife, Paula.

So without further ado, the Paula Klaw Wrap & Cinch...

Take a single length of rope. The length of the rope depends somewhat on what you're tying and what else you plan to do, but for a basic wrap and cinch on a normal person's wrists you'll want 6 to 8 feet of rope. 

1) Have your "victim" put his or her wrists together in front. The wrists shouldn't touch - you should have a half-inch to an inch between them. (TIP: Have your victim hold a small book between his or her hands. That should put the wrists the right distance apart.

2) Fold the rope in half so the free ends are together and even. This is a trick for finding the middle of the rope - it will be the loop at the other end of the folded rope. Grab the middle of the rope and let the ends hang loose, then drape the middle of the rope across your victim's wrists so the ends hang down on either side. 

3) Begin wrapping the rope evenly around your victim's wrists. If you draped it right then the two ends should wrap in opposite directions. These are the "wraps" or "wrapping turns" that make this a "wrap and cinch." DONT PULL THE WRAPPING TURNS TIGHT. You'll tighten them up in the next step. Lay them neatly and firmly, but not tightly, around the wrists. When you have just about enough rope to go around one more time in each direction, and in any case when the band of rope on your victim's wrists is about three fingers wide, go on to the next step.

4) Now you're about to do the "cinching turns" that make this tie work. The cinching turns run BETWEEN the wrists, 90 degrees to the wrapping turns. They allow you to tighten the tie up just enough without tightening it too much. This is the only complicated part, so I'll try to be clear. The important part is that in order to put the cinching turns between the wrists you have to change the direction in which you wrap the rope. 

If you've done everything right so far then your victim should have a band of rope going around his or her wrists and a foot or so of rope hanging loose on either side. Now to change direction 90 degrees. Take those loose ends and bring them across the wrists underneath to the middle. Now you know how, when you're tying up a package, you wrap the string around one way and then bring the strings together and cross them around each other to wrap across the other way? That's just what you do with this rope. Hook the free ends around each other so the rope turns 90 degrees and starts running between the wrists instead of across them. Then make a couple of cinching turns between the wrists, around the wrapping turns. 

5) Now to tighten it all up snug and fasten it. Pull on the ends gently to tighten up the cinching turns, until your victim tells you it's just tight enough. Now tie a square knot to secure the ropes and your done! You should have a wide band of wrapping turns around the wrists and a couple of cinching turns between them. That's the wrap and cinch!

You can use this tie on wrists, ankles, knees - just about any two things that you can lay parallell and bring together. For ankles you'll need about 8 to 10 feet of rope, and for knees you'll need about 12 to 15 feet. 

So give this a try, and if I've left anything out, let me know!

I will keep a civil tongue if he does.

and this one.
 
 

Does anyone know what happened to Matt and Susan, the posters of those stories? I'd really like to see the continuations. 
Tienteaser 
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Matt's story started out like it was going to be the most epic story ever i really wish either matt or some other worthy author will take up the challenge.

His own policy says...

"This site is for stories without sexual content. If your stories have a sexual part please consider leaving them out of the story or posting the story somewhere else. 

Further, you certify that the information is not pornographic, obscene nor does it breach any applicable statutes.

I will remove, if I discover them, any postings that are not suitable for all audiences"

Are such stories suitable for a 10yo audience for example? This is not a hard site to find in a search engine.

To let the roost be ruled by a 17 year old, hormone crazed obsesive like burns and his alter egos is just astounding.

If the onwer wants to let this site go further down that path than he is just as guilty as those who post such material. in that case he should restict the site to membership, have an 18 and over age limit and be done with it. Because if anyone under the age of 18 can access such material what are the remifications?

If you all feel the same way then do the same as I and move on to cleaner pastures.

Fabulous has started a site and membership will dictate the quality of posts. there are many members there already though very few posts. canucks site is not the be all and end all of tie up stories. There is nothing mutinous about this. Go with your concious.

As long as J-mac isn't telling them?

Anyone else see a problem with this?

How are J-mac's stories pornographic? They're not highly detailed on the body, like some stories that people seem to like. They're not at all romantic or amorous or anything like that.

For the rest, I realize that Canuck wants to keep this place friendly to the younger members, so explicit sex is verboten. I haven't seen any explicit sex here, and that includes Jerry's stories. However, that said, anyone who expects these stories to have nothing sexy in them at all is probably not being realistic. It's a balancing act, and fols just need to accept that. 

OK, after many email requests I'm going to try to post a few stories from my own history, both young and adult. I'll try to get the first one up later tonight (California time).

As I was making my way down the stairs I was ambushed. Someone pushed me down the stairs and once I reached the end and was on the floor I saw what looked like 3 boys jumping down on me and proceed to restrain me. At first I could not make out who they were but with in seconds I knew who it was. My younger brother (15) and 2 of his friends.

They did a nice jump on not only luring me out of my bed, but at hogtying me as well. I looked at my brother and said “what the hell do you guys think your doing”? Untie me right now or I will before I could get it out I was being gagged with what looked like a pair of baby blue underwear (briefs). At this point I had become pissed and was ready to blow. My little brother got down in my face and said it’s time we teach you a lesson big bro, and with that they picked me up and started carrying me outside. Now I know it don’t get real cold in Florida but on this night it was at least 50 degrees and all I was wearing was my white underwear (briefs) that I had went to bed in.

I heard them talking about what they were going to do to me, and I tried to protest but it was hard to do with my mouth stuffed with someone’s underwear. They were now going to tie me spread to a tree in nothing but my Tighty Whities. It felt as if I had been kidnapped by my own brother and his loser friends.

Once they untied me from the position I was in (hogtie) I tried to make my break, but it was to no avail. The 3 of them chased me down and I knew I was going no where. They picked me up and decided that it was too cold out here for me and said lets tie him to one of our beds... They all laughed but I was irate. This was so embarrassing being led down the road by 3 guys in nothing but my Tighty Whities. What was I going to do??? 

They walked me all the way down to Kyle’s house (one of my bro’s 2 friends) and took me in. They led me to his room and told me that this was where I would be staying the night. I once again tried to lash out but the briefs in my mouth kept me from doing that. They laid me down in the bed and began tying me to it. There was no need in trying to stop them b/c I knew that would be no use. So I just laid there and let them tie me up. Once they were done Kyle jumped on me and said now it’s time for tickle torture. Kyle began tickling my arm pits and I was screaming and screaming through the briefs. He kept this up for about 45 minutes and by the time he was done my bladder had failed me and my Tighty Whities were full. 

Kyle, my brother and there other friend Josh just laughed and laughed and told me to have a nice “wet” night and they all left the room. I laid there, tied up to Kyle’s bed, in my now piss filled Tighty Whities, with somebody's underwear in my mouth as a gag. I laid there praying that they would soon return and untie me. But as time passed I eventually fell asleep.

I'll have another one here soon.

         Inside the boyscout's tent, which was lit by a small kerosene lantern set to its lowest output, several sleeping bags were placed forming a half circle on the floor. Coils and coils of different kinds of rope hung on one side, and that exciting sight plus all the amount of scarves, duct tape and logs the binding material comprised of, made me shudder to think they were going to be used on me! 

        The boys must have noticed the frightened look on my face, for they started laughing merrily, patting my shoulder as they changed their clothes. 

        Except the ones I already knew (Mike and Collin), all the boys began introducing themselves: James (12), Justin (13), Gus (13), Doug (14), Scott (14) and Klaus (15). 

        I must confess I was somewhat nervous being among them - as all boys do when they see themselves in a new group - : strange faces of 8 boys from ages 12-15 gathered looking curiously at me; they owned me for the night and there was nothing I could do about it. 

        Once all were changed, strangely wearing only underwear (some t-shirts too), Mike glanced at me who was still standing. 
        “Oh, I forgot to mention Nicholas,” he said before he paused, “We have a rule: if you wanna sleep inside this tent you must do it without those shorts.” He pointed at the tight ones I was wearing. 

        I wouldn't have had any problem with my friends, but all the kids around were unfamiliar to me and I didn't know how they'd react if I got aroused, which invariably happened being tied up. Therefore, I backed off when Mike tried to grab my shorts; I blushed. 

        Klaus – he was like the second in command after Mike – noticed my uneasiness and said to break the tension, 

        “Come on, let him alone Mike; just for this time. He's not one of us…” I addressed a thankful smile to him. 

        “Sure, you can keep them on Nick.” I heaved a sigh of relief. 

        “But there's no way you're sleeping here. Perhaps you'll want to join the two guys outside,” subtly said Mike and jerked a thumb toward the entrance. 

        I peered out and glanced at the nearby fireplace, where the hapless twins lay still staked out exactly as I had previously seen them: shirtless, gagged, the muscles of their belly and thighs clenched and mphhhhing softly as they seemed to strain against their bonds. 

        There was no doubt I did NOT want to end up like that. 

        “Well?” asked Mike. 

        I opened my mouth to answer but before I could utter a word he announced, 

        “Get the stakes!” 

        “Wait! Mike! Please! I'll take m—mphhhhhf” Mike had stuffed a rag in my mouth and secured it in place with a cloth forced between my teeth. Another boy squatted, grasped both of my legs and picked me up while Mike and Klaus lifted me by my shoulder. Thus I was carried, me shrieking and whimpering under my gag all the way, and deposited on my back in front of the auburn haired twins (forming a triangle), facing them, who watched the whole ordeal deeply shocked. You will recall that my arms had been bound at wrists; therefore this position was particularly uncomfortable. 

        The remaining boyscouts that were not busy holding me down, drove the stakes deep into the hard ground - two above my head and two near my feet. Both Scott's and Justin's hands grasped my legs firmly, stretching me out and in moments my ankles were each tightly bound to a stake. All the resistance along with struggling I gave only resulted in the loss of shoes and socks. After mobility on my legs was restrained, they helped me to sit so the lashing my hands were bound together with could be removed. Without further ado, I was stripped of my shirt, then forced down again upon my back, now feeling the dirt against the bare skin; Collin and Gus grabbed one hand each and pulled them up as far as they would go, finally being lashed tight – deft knots always used - by wrists to their respective stakes. My captors then stepped back to admire their handiwork on the new prisoner and, as always, to make derisory comments regarding our distress. 

        “So, do you wanna go back inside or stay here, accompanying these two?” Doug asked. 

        “Mmm mphhhhhhf!” 

        “What?! 

        “MMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHFFFF!” 

        “ Sorry, if you keep mumbling we can't understand what you're saying!!!” Mike mocked. 

        I simply mmmphhhed. Was there anything else I could do? 

        “So you staying here? Good!” Mike said with a smile. 

        With that, they all left, leaving me to ponder my predicament. 

        Of course I was terrified, since it was my first time tied up like that albeit I needed only to pull the ropes (if I could do that!) once to realize it was as effective as other methods and that, also, accordingly, my chances of getting free without help were nil. Plus, I was OUTSIDE and God knows what could appear or come from the forests and there would be absolutely nothing I could do to defend myself. 

        ‘Great, just great Nick,' I said to myself. 

        ‘Stretched, staked out, gagged… What else? Oh, yes: only shorts to cover my body!…Thanks a lot' 

        ‘If it wasn't for your big stupid mouth I'd be tucked in a warm sleeping bag right now. 

        ‘But no!! Not Nicholas H.!! You had to volunteer, didn't you?!' I sighed and looked around. Silence crept for a moment and then I heard a sound from a nearby bush. 

        ‘Perfect, now let's wait for Bigfoot to come and kidnap me!' 
 

        In this way, stretched out to the point I could not move an inch and completely vulnerable, I strained to peer at the twins: they were identical, except for the fact that one was strong, well-built; the other, contrasting his brother, was scrawny and had a boyish body. Their tanned skins shined with sweat for they were nearer to the bonfire than – fortunately - I was. 

        I noticed a slender shadow on the ground, produced by the fire, which slowly approached to where we lay; quite surprised I saw Tyler , squatting beside me, who began ungagging me. I spat out the sock. 

        “Enjoying your night, Nick?” 

        “Quick, untie me!” I said promptly. 

        “Are you nuts?!” Tyler snapped trying to keep his voice down. “If they come back and see me here… Look, we made a deal earlier this afternoon: it depends on you being their captive no matter what so the game begins normally tomorrow.” 

        “What the hell are you talking about?!!!” 

        “I'm not here to free you; I only came to check if you were fine.” He smiled. 

        “I'm fine! Now get me outta this!” I said motioning my bound hands. 

        “Sorry Nick, no can do,” he said and prepared to get up. 

        “Please Tyler , don't leave me here! Please!” I begged giving him my most pitiful look, but it was like talking to a wall. 

        “So you're you okay?” 

        “Yes, but – mppphhhhhhhhfffff!!!” Tyler shoved the former wet rag in my mouth cutting me off at mid-sentence. As before, it was secured in place with a cloth tied off savagely tight behind my head. 

        “Good luck!” He gently patted my cheek. 

        Like if nothing had happened, and ignoring all my muffled groans of sympathy, he stood up and left. At this stage, betrayed by my own cousin, thawing the hope of a tardy compassion, I resigned to make myself comfortable. The twins and I tried to communicate but eventually gave up because it was impossible to understand each other's ‘mphhhhhs. 

        I rested the back of my head and fixed my eyes on the starry sky, thinking that, after all, I was having the best time of my life! What else could I ask for? 

        Ten or fifteen minutes had gone by when I began drooling, then my wrists began to sore – I had spent more time tied those two days than I did free! – and lost in my thoughts I didn't even realize that all the boyscouts had returned and stood looking contemplatively at me. 

        ‘Oh, no! They're gonna torture me now!!!!' I thought in a desperate manner. I saw James, Collin, Justin and Doug approach and bend, but, to my surprise, no one traced my soles or brushed their fingertips relentlessly against my bare skin to drive me wild. On the contrary, the loops around my ankles and wrists were loosened and removed; they helped on my feet and grasped the wrists: the right arm was pulled to the left side in front and the left arm, under the right one, stretched to the opposite side hence immobilizing the whole upper part. Held by the arms (similar to what a strait jacket would do) and still gagged they marched me to the tent where, once all had entered, Mike and Klaus stepped forward. 

        “Someone please take his gag off,” Mike said and between chuckles - these boys were surely having fun with me - it was duly carried out, which gave my aching jaws some relief. 

        “Well, Nick, we think you're a nice guy. We like you, and after a short discussion we decided to give you a second chance,” said Klaus, whose deliberate manner was strongly opposed to the vivacity of the other older boy. 

        “Will you take off your shorts or wanna go back outside?” summed up Mike. 

        “Sure! Sure! No problem! I'll take them off, whatever you say!” I hurried to answer as though someone would have gagged me again if I didn't (why, it had become so common not letting people finish their sentences!) I let young James slip my shorts down, which were thrown on top of the pile kept in a remote corner. 

        “Welcome to our tent!” Mike said opening his arms, supported by cheers and a round of applause from the other kids. 

        The boys holding my arms automatically released me from their grip, finally reveling in my newly gained freedom. Next, Collin offered me a sleeping bag. “Here, you can have mine,” he said and placed it on the floor. Then we all sat cross-legged, scantily clad. 

        “Hahahaha, did you really think we were gonna leave you like that?” Doug asked. I looked sheepishly at him, realizing only now that everything had been nothing more than a joke. 

        “Uhhh… yeah, I think.” They all laughed. Mike them made things clear for me, “Adrian and I have sort of an arrangement. They tell appalling stuff about the way we treat our detainees to their new guys, and we, for our part, tell our newbies that Adrian 's team has the wickedest, cruelest and cold-blooded kids we had ever met. So, hahahaha, when we meet each other, always the new guy is chosen to spend the night with the other group. Of course this time we didn't have to, for you, strangely enough, volunteered!” I blushed and lowered my head. 

        “Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!” They broke into boisterous laughter again, to my surprise. 

        “Why me?! Why not Tyler , he was also a new one!!” I protested indignant. 

        “That's the best part, you know, “Mike said trying to suppress his laughter, “Two days ago, Adrian phoned me to tell they were bringing a new guy, and they wanted to tie him up only, so they asked us to pretend we didn't know Tyler!!” I could not believe my ears, for I was totally shocked and bewildered by this sudden revelation. 

        I just looked uncomprehendingly at them. 

        “Don't you get it? Tyler was already a member of your team!! It was all set up!” 
 

        I stared open-mouthed at the smiling faces of the boyscouts around me. For this reason Tyler didn't untie me a moment ago. 

        My mind was racing; it all made sense now!! That's why he called me to his house in the first place and no doubt he had improved so much with rope-work! Back at his house, Tyler had left the door unlocked on purpose so Adrian could show up at the right time and find me tied!! Whereupon he introduced me to the group and it all started. 

        I just couldn't believe he had been pretending for these two days! 

        “That brainless piece of censored by author ” (it would take too many lines to describe what I felt at that moment for my cousin) He happily faked to underwent the admission test along with me; and we failed it. But the real initiation, for me at least, was this one!! 

        “Now that you know, lie down and put your arms behind your back,” Klaus interrupted in the mid of thoughts, setting his deep blue eyes ominously upon me. 

        “Is there any chance that I could be spared of this?” 

        “Nope,” said Justin. I knew it was too good to be truth. 

        “We have to honor our reputation of unmerciful boys,” Mike explained. 

        “Please?” 

        “No.” 

        I sighed and saw them fetching two lengths of white cotton rope. Suddenly, when I had lost all hope, an idea came across my mind: 

        “How about if I join your side?” 

        They chuckled. “You talk too much,” said Klaus. One boy held a bundle – probably socks – and I opened wide as told, receiving the wad without resisting, which filled my mouth completely and bulged my cheeks. 

        “Time for a little lesson. Welcome to bondage 101; Nick is going to be our volunteer for this evening,” said Mike. 

        Instead of using a cloth or rope to secure it in place, he rummaged inside a bag and took a roll of transparent duct-tape from which he tore a single strip and plastered it over my mouth. 

        “As you can see,” he said to the others,” it is not enough to effectively gag someone.” I grunted a bit and few moments after the tape started peeling off. 

        “But if you do like this,” he paused to wrap the sticky tape at least five times around my head before going on, “there's no way he can talk.” 

        I tried to speak but mere unintelligible mphhhhs were produced. 

        “See?” The boys nodded. 

        “Very efficient: this gag highly smothers any attempt to cry for help but always try to wrap the tape over the neck's skin and not over the hair, because it can be very painful when it comes to removing it.” He turned me around and pointed at the back of my head. 

        “Remember the lashing I showed you on Gus this morning?” The boys looked at Gus who blushed, then giggled dourly and nodded. 

        “Here, Justin, let's see if you learned it right,” Mike said handing a coil of rope to the dark-haired boy. I put my hands behind and the boy successfully tied them crossed, using a special knot. A moment later Justin repeated the same technique with my ankles. 

        “Good,” said Mike, “now, let me show you what you did wrong…” 
 

        I cannot call to mind, now, the number of ways I was tied in after that, but sure enough more than 10: hogtied, spread-eagled, hands bound to feet in front, mummified, hand to thighs, you name it. And all of them thoroughly detailed and analyzed by Mike, obviously lecturing the inexperienced ones (I also learnt a great deal with my own suffering). I even remember being bound like a ball, similar to a stricter hogtie, but with the forearms lashed to thighs, pushing my chest against the thighs and further restricting my movement – not even been able to struggle! Every kind of material was used as well, from ropes, bandages, to cricket stumps and tape. 

        After what it seemed to be an hour and a half, it came the torture part. Tickling demonstration. 

        “The thing with tickle-torture is that it is different with each prisoner: some are particularly ticklish to the point that would have tears rolling down in seconds, the majority is normally ticklish and some, very rare, but existent nevertheless, are not ticklish at all.” 

        “Let's see what type Nicholas is,” Mike said with a delightful smile and ordered Collin, Gus, and Scott to brush his fingers against my skinny ribs. 

        On that occasion I sat reclined against some bags and had my wrists tied behind my head to a cricket stump, which had been lashed horizontally over my shoulders. Because of the manner I was trussed up, I could not bring my hands down – or even move my arms -, lifting the elbows high and revealing the sensitive armpits. They made sure the ropes were tight but didn't cut circulation. Loops of rope tightened my legs above and under the knees, the cinching perfectly done so my thighs stuck to each other and could not even be brought an inch apart when struggling. In the same fashion my feet were restrained at the ankles but yet an additional object was used to further hinder the mobility of my lower part. A long thick piece of wood had been expertly place vertically behind my legs and attached to them at thighs, knees and ankles. The result: I couldn't bend my legs! Additionally, I was blindfolded. 

        I shook my head vigorously at the mention of ‘tickle'. Those of you who have read some previous chapters must know I am a martyr to tickling. 

        “Calm down mate,” said one of the boys, “it's not gonna hurt.” 

        Then, without warning, it began. What seemingly were three boys, launched into a relentless tickling spree, brushing their fingertips up and down my helpless and bound body. All I could do was to thrash, writhe and fight against my bonds, but completely unable to avoid the searching fingers. 

        “Whoa! Nick is hype-ticklish, look how he squirms!” Scott said while he traced my soles. The boys laughed. I could barely flex my fingers; even so I tried to struggle by raising my legs and wiggling the toes (what a pathetic spectacle it must have been) 

        “Mphhhhhhfff! I begged them to stop through the tape-gag, but to no avail. Within minutes I was already sweating profusely although Mike put a halt to my torment. 

        “That's enough guys,” he said. 

        When they stopped I was breathing heavily through my nostrils, worn out and praying they would not continue. But what came next made me realize this was just the beginning – it had been only the tip of the iceberg – and that my relief would not last long. 

        Mike said, amused, that I got 11 in a 1-10 scale of ticklishness (of which I have no doubt), however, for the torture to be effective then interrogating they must now find the “right spot”. My heart quailed. 

        “Now!” 

        Blindfolded as I was, I could not tell from where they would start or what they'd use, which was utterly exciting and terrifying at the same time. Those curious fingertips traced, in a frantic motion, every single part of my body, probing for ticklish spots and omitting none: armpits, neck, legs, ribs, arms, belly, feet were all tickled with ruthless intensity despite my squirming and mphhhing under my gag. Boy, my body had never been explored so thoroughly before that night. 

        They showed no signs of stopping, and when they finally found the “right spot” – it had been delayed on purpose so they could tickle me more – all the attacks concentrated there, on my sides. 

        “MPPHHHHHHHHHFFFFFF!” I wanted to tell them to stop, that I couldn't take it anymore, that I was about to mess my underwear! 

        Nothing. I thought I'd faint! Precisely when the devastating sensation overpowered me and I was on the verge of loosing control, they stopped. 

        My blindfold was pulled down and I first saw my captors smiling down at me. James the proceeded to remove my gag quite gently, careful not to pull the hair, and then I was offered a bottle of water, which I drank greedily. 

        “Thanks…,” I said between gulps, ” Please… stop already!” 

        “Don't worry Nick,” Klaus calmed me, “no more tickling for you. Class is over guys!” 

        All the kids exclaimed in unison, obviously sad for not seeing me squirm anymore, ”Awwwww… “ 

        “Relax, tomorrow you'll get your chance,” Mike announced. 

        “We're gonna kick their butts!” 

        Afterwards I asked to pee, so they untied my wrists and retied them in front; I was marched outside and the twins were still staked out by the campfire! When I came back I asked Mike, “What about the two guys outside?” 

        “They'll be fine. They're just having their boyscout initiation! You can ask them what it was like in the morning.” 

        We chatted about unimportant things like good friends until sleepiness knocked me off (I also knew I had to save up energy for the coming battle the next day) 

        After that night, my concept of the word ‘boyscout' changed forever - and I seriously thought about becoming one myself!
 

Jerry Burns: I liked your story sooo much that I posted my comments twice. Yeah, that "double post", that was TOTALLY deliberate. (P.S. Just Joking. Don't buy it.)

first I want to once again praise Nicholas H. he gave us one of his best stories yet just hours ago. I also think canuck had some good pics on his favorite stories. And it looks like canuck himself is a huge fan of Nicholas H.

Also this weekend, canuck steped in and hopefully but an End to the bomb throwing Extremist on the far-right.

And to answer Mike's question, Look for stories by "J-Mac" or "Jerry Burns" that's me. And I am glad you liked my stories.

I learned that I liked seeing women tied up while I was watching "The Avengers." Even at age 7, I loved seeing Diana Rigg in bondage. I also knew I liked being tickled, since the girls seemed to love tickling me. It seemed as though one of them would start and then another would happen by and join in, until sometimes all three of them were assaulting me - usually one holding me helpless while the other two tickled me silly. I loved it though, and always came back for more. 

I was always particularly close to Sandy, just because by coincidence her name was the same as a nickname that I had long had in the family. That's what led us to become friends, but she seemed to like me in any case and went out of her way to spend time with me. Sandy was the most likely to start a tickle-session with me, and seemed to enjoy talking with me as well. 

I was a restless child and it wasn't uncommon for me to wake in the wee small hours of the morning. When I did I would sometimes watch the "late late show," or listen to my small transistor radio. But if my parents caught me doing either one they would scold me. So instead I was more likely to see if Sandy was also awake (she often was, being a college student). If she was then I would slip into her room and we'd talk quietly while she studied or read in bed, until I fell asleep again and Sandy gently bundled me back to my own bed. 

The girls slept in three different rooms. Sandy had her room downstairs next to mine, and Barbara and Susan had a pair of rooms in what must have been a converted attic. It was at the top of a long flight of stairs going up from the second story. The stairs came out onto a small triangulular landing that had a little daybed, a table, and a lamp, and Susan and Barbara's rooms opened off on either side - long, narrow rooms with sloping ceilings, which is one reason why looking back I think the whole suite was a converted attic. Each girl had a regular double bed, a desk, some shelves, a dresser, and so on. 

My first real-life bondage experience came one night when I woke up and decided to talk with Sandy. I slipped out of my room and went next door to hers, but she wasn't there. That was odd, so I started looking around. It was late, though, so I crept through the house quietly, without calling for her. When I passed the door to the attic stairs I saw a little light coming under it. So I opened the door and went up the stairs. The top landing was unoccupied, but the light was on, and as I stood there I heard odd, soft sounds coming from Susan's room. Curious, I opened the door.

Well, if I'd seen now what I saw then, I would think I was dreaming. But 7 year olds have a suprisingly good grasp of what's real, so I took it at face value. Susan was lying on her bed, and from where I stood I could see that her wrists and ankles were lashed to the bedposts with cloth strips of some kind. Her mouth was stuffed with cloth too, and another strip was tied tightly between her teeth to hold the gag in. I couldn't see much more though, because Sandy was kneeling next to the bed in a T-shirt and panties, and I she seemed to be doing something to Susan with her hands, though my view of exactly what was blocked by Sandy's body. 

Susan was the source of the sounds I had heard. She saw me though as soon as I opened the door, and her eyes went wide over the gag and she made some urgent mmmphs to get Sandy's attention. Sandy turned and saw me, and I could see then that Susan was wearing something white and gauzy that came down about to her thighs. Susan was trembling and began pulling at her bonds and trying to get Sandy's attention. But as soon as she saw it was me Sandy relaxed and laughed a little. Then to Susan's horror she smiled and said, "C'mon in. Susan and I are just playing a game."

I walked over and looked closely at Susan, who was bright red and seemed about to cry. "What sort of game is it?" I asked. Sandy replied, "Well, you know how we girls sometimes hold you down and tickle you?" When I nodded she continued, "Well, this is sort of like that. Except I don't have anyone to hold her for me, so when I tickle Susan I tie her up like this." 

I was fascinated. This was the first time I'd ever seen a real girl really tied, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. I finally tore my eyes away and looked up at Sandy. "Could I tickle her some?" I asked. 

Sandy laughed, and Susan's eyes got even bigger. Ignoring her protests, Sandy said, "Sure. You can get her back for all the times she tickled you." She leaned down and whispered conspiratorily, "Her feet are reaaaallly ticklish."

Susan redoubled her muffled protests, but Sandy put a hand over Susan's mouth to muffle them even further and pointed at Susan's bare feet. When I began running my fingers over Susan's soles I found that Sandy hadn't exagerrated: Susan arched and squirmed and began laughing as best as her gag would let her. While Sandy kept one hand over Susan's mouth she gave me helpful suggestions about using my fingernails and such. Then she began helping, using her free hand to attack Susan's underarms, ribs, and thighs. 

Poor Susan went nuts. A 7yo boy has very little mercy, and Sandy didn't have much more it seemed. I'd guess that I helped her work Susan over for maybe 10 minutes, enjoying it immensely. Susan's escape efforts weakened as we kept harassing her, and finally Sandy told me to stop. Susan just lay in her bonds - chest heaving, eyes wild, and every so often a tremor would run through her body. She looked at Sandy with an expression I couldn't puzzle out, and Sandy said to me, in a low voice, "That's all for tonight, honey. You get back to bed now. And don't let your folks see you up late again." 

I was stoked from the tickling and from seeing Susan tied up. But I knew that my parents wouldn't be at all happy about me being up so late, so I resolved to tell them nothing about that night. Reluctantly, I went on back down to bed. But I noticed the strange noises I had first heard seemed to follow me down the stairs, louder than ever.

On a more serious note, I sincerely apologize for not updating for so long; I've had some major personal problems, which I'm only just now resolving. It's a great pleasure to be back though and for those who've sent messages of support/contributions etcetera, I would like to say: Thank you all very much - I really appreciate it more than I can ever express in so many words. 

Anyway, on with the show, as they say - As usual, check out the Updates page to find out what's new at www.restrainedtastes.com/ttt 

Three or four days after that night in Susan's room, my parents went out to dinner. They often left the girls to watch me and Robert when they went out - it was a rare night when at least one of our boarders wasn't at home. Robert went to bed earlier than me, of course. As the older boy I would usually sit up in my pajamas playing with one of the girls or watching a little TV until about 8PM, which was usually my bedtime on school nights. So that night, after Robert was asleep in our room and Barbara had gone up to study, I was sitting on the living room floor looking without much enthusiasm at a book about dinosaurs when Sandy and Susan sat down quietly beside me.

"Hey, guy," Sandy said tentatively. "Are you still mad at us?"

I looked up, feeling puzzled. "I wasn't mad. Are you mad?"

Now it was the girls' turn to be confused. "You've been being so quiet," Susan said, "We thought you were mad for what Sandy and I did the other night."

"We're not mad at all," Sandy put in. "Why would you think we were mad?"

"You haven't played with me or said anything to me at all!" I burst out. "And I didn't do anything!" I was upset, and the worry of the last few days came out as I started to cry. All of a sudden Sandy bundled me up in her arms. 

"It's OK. It's OK," she said, rocking back and forth and making soothing sounds. "We thought you might have been scared or mad after the other night, and we didn't know what you were thinking. So we stayed away. I'm sorry, honey."

It took a little while before I had vented all my hurt feelings in tears. Sandy kept rocking me and talking to me softly the whole time, and Susan cuddled up too, patting my back. Finally I calmed down, and sniffled a little as I said, "All you did was tickle Susan. That's not bad, is it?" I was very much worried that it might be, since I could sense that they were concerned about something connected with that, and I instinctively knew that it would not go well if my parents found out. But I had enjoyed it! So I didn't want it to be wrong.

"No, honey, it's not bad," Sandy assured me. "It's just something personal that Susan and I do sometimes." 

"And me too?" I asked hopefully.

Susan and Sandy exchanged alarmed looks. "What do you mean, squirt?" Susan said, a little nervously.

"I like tickling too," I replied. "And I liked the way you looked tied up, like Mrs. Peel."

"Mrs. Peel?" Sandy looked nonplussed.

"On TV," Susan reminded her. "Diana Rigg on 'The Avengers'. He watches it every week."

It seemed to take the girls a minute to process this. After a pause, Sandy ventured, "You like seeing girls tied up?" Something in the way she said it told me that this wasn't a regular thing for 7 year old boys in her world, and again I worried that I had broken a rule.

"Yes," I said in a subdued voice. "Is that OK?"

"Well, I'll be damned," Susan said. Then, "Sorry, kid," as she realized she'd sworn. Suddenly she and Sandy were laughing. Sandy hugged me tight.

"Squirt, you're something else," she said. I wasn't sure what I was, but I was glad that no one was mad at me any more. I laughed too. Sandy worked her face around into a comic frown.

"But you had us really worried for a while there. I think this calls for...TICKLING!" With that Sandy pounced on my ribs as I sat there on her lap. Susan joined in immediately, and in seconds I was curled up in a ball laughing hysterically and trying to protect my sides from two sets of tickling fingers. Then all of a sudden Sandy put a firm hand over my mouth and gathered me into a tight hug with her other arm. "Don't want Barb to come down wondering," she said. She pinned my arms to my sides as she pulled me tight against her body, and Susan took her cue to wrap her arms around both of my ankles and put her fingernails to work on my feet. 

This was something new. I'd never been held like that before. For several minutes Susan drove me crazy with foot-tickling while Sandy held me and kept her hand over my mouth. I would have screamed myself hoarse with laughter if I'd been able to scream, but Sandy's hand muffled me to shrill mmmphs. I was scared and delieriously happy both at once. When they finally let me go I lay down limp on the floor, panting and giggling. Sandy and Susan also seemed to have worked up a sweat. 

Sandy flopped down beside me. "See," she said. "We don't have to tie you up!" 

Still giggling, I said,"But if you wanted to, I'd let you."

Again, Susan and Sandy exchanged a startled look. Sandy recovered first. "Right now," she said, "it's time for you to get to bed." And with that the two girls hustled me off to bed. I complained that I wasn't sleepy, but in fact with the worry about Sandy and Susan dispelled I nodded off almost as soon as the covers were pulled up.

I walked down to Kyle’s living room and saw him and my brother and there friend Josh laying there a sleep. I knew this was my chance to get at least one of them back, so I decided it would be my little brother.

I crawled over to where he was sleeping, and quickly hand gagged him. He woke up shocked but I just began pulling him up and making our way to Kyle’s room where I was previously held captive...

Ditto for you, Nicholas H.

I have two concerns in doing this: First and foremost is safety. I have a feeling that some bondage fans get a lot of what they know (or think they know) about bondage from the stories here and on similar sites. Some of what's written here is not workable in the real world, and could be very dangerous if someone tried it. And that ties in (so to speak) with my second, more selfish motive - my own enjoyment when reading these stories. As someone who does bondage professionally, and several times a week in my private life, it's jarring to read a story that describes things that I know just aren't practical or even possible in some cases. The stories here are at least SUPPOSED to be true, so when things come out that obviously aren't true it spoils the story a bit, at least for me. 

So what I'm going to try to do here is offer a few real-life pointers about how bondage affects a person's body. Hopefully this will enable people to do bondage more safely, and write about it more effectively. I'll divide it up by the type of tie, and talk about a few of the issues associated with each.

Hands Behind the Back
This is probably the most common, most classic bondage of all. It's harder than it looks though. It puts stress on the shoulders. Anyone who has ever been tied this way has felt that stress eventually: the shoulders begin to ache after a while, and it gets worse the longer the tie is maintained. The classic rear wrist tie is the most common source of these problems, but any position that puts the hands to the rear of the hips will eventually cause pain.
Things that make it easier to hold this position include good shoulder flexibility and a small frame with narrow shoulders. People blessed with these characteristics are slower to feel that soreness and can hold the position longer without too much pain. The position can make a difference too - the more widely spaced the hands are the less the shoulders are pulled. For many people the "japanese" arm position is the easiest: put your arms behind you and then bend your elbows so your forearms lie one atop the other across the middle of your back. If you've seen much classic Japanese bondage then you know what I mean.
Things that make it harder to hold this position include broad shoulders and poor flexibility. That means that men and broadly built women will have more trouble than small women. As for positioning, the basic rule is that the closer the hands come to one another the harder it is on the shoulders. The same is true of the elbows (in fact it's even more true there - be very careful about bringing the elbows together in back). Laying back on the arms when tied like this also makes it harder. 

Some other ties build on the hands-in-back position. They have all the issues noted above, plus a few others. I'll address them next.

OK, I've probably lectured and scared you all enough for now. I'll let you get back to your regularly scheduled stories. 

"Alright then Ally," she started.

"You're not a complete girl, so the first thing we are going to do is to fix that."

This sent me into a fit of rage filled Mmmpphhs and frantic squrims, which did not subside until she threatened to gag me with her dirty socks instead of the clean panties.

"O.k. Now that you're settled down let's get to work."

First, she placed a shoulder length blonde wig on my head.
Then, she put some eyeshadow and mascara on me and put some lipstick on my gag "viva la Charlie's Angels".
But she wasn't finished.

"I'd like to put a crotchrope on you like you did me. But that would hurt you. Fourtunately for me, I found a subsitute."

Then, she took the roll of duck tape and wrapped it along the left panty legband, under my crotch, up behind me, and along the right legband. She did this about four or six times, forming a V-shape in front and back of me. When she was done, the "body part" that was the reason she didn't use rope didn't hurt, but everything else was tight and uncomfortable.

"Its not hurting you, is it?" she asked concernedly.

I Mmpphhed the gag-speak equivelent of a no.

"That's good. I want to tortue you, but I don't want to hurt you eiether."

Then she grinned and said, "At least not physically. I'm all for humiliating you."

This made my indignance rush back, and I struggled once more until she came over, with a bit of effort, picked me up, slung me over her shoulder, carried me across the room, and sat me in the same chair I had tied her to.
She wrappped tape above and below my "breasts", around my waist, across my lap, and around my shins and ankles.

She did this without a struggle from me, since I still couldn't belive she had lifted me like that.

To further increase my already inescapable bondage, she took a sock, and put it around my bound hands, and tied it loosely in place with a shoe string.

She had turned her back to me and was fiddling around with something. I wondered if things could get any worse when she spoke to me.

"Alright, one final touch and my creation shall be complete," she joked.

I groaned from behind my gag, but when she turned around I started to make panicky Mmpphhs.
She had put some eyeshadow on a strip of duck tape just long enough to be a blindfold.

"Relax. It'll come off in an hour, tops."

Then, she stretched it over my eyes, and darkness was the only thing I saw.

"Congradulations! You are now a girl. I'll be back soon, Ally. Until then, sit tight. Well, that is, if you can sit any tighter than you are now," she giggled.

As I groaned at yet another bad pun, she kissed me on the cheek, and left.

To be continued.

Please forgive me if the crotch-taping was too explicit.
 
 

Tienteaser: You wrote some damn useful stuff - I wish I had read them as a kid!

To Jerry Burns, Mr.E. , Dominik, itsme, etc: Thanks a lot guys, I'm really glad you liked my stories. 

For those who are waiting to read more, I promise I'll post the next part ( a long one ) as soon as I can. Be patient, i'll not let you down.

First off my sister is a co captain of the varsity cheerleading squad and she was having a party with two chaperones and me and my friend Joe. The two chaperones happened to be my mom, and her friend Julie who both enjoyed being tied.

It started at about 8:00 pm after dark and the cheerleaders were split and the chaperones were split while me and joe were to be free lancers. We could capture anyone but they only had to stay in our jail for five minutes so we improvised. The chaperones were to be the flags and the team that captured the flag and kept them in jail for ten minutes won so we knew we had to move fast. In this game a regular touch works on other players but not on flags and the rovers can't be tagged. Me and joe immediatly struck out and found my mom at the base for blue team. They had two different uniform colors and one was blue and one was red. We snuck up behind her and grabbed her. We pulled her into the trees behind the base and wrapped her wrists and mouth with duct tape. we told her that if she came quietly we would let her go when the game was over, but she didn't we had to tackle her and wrap her ankles and knees together then we carried her back to our secret base at the base of the creek. Then we saw the rest of blue team carrying a really tied and struggling Julie back to their base. Me and joe took them all out and checked julies bonds. They were amazingly tight and secure. I turned to my sisters friend Kristen and asked where they learned to tie. She told me they always played games and Julie and my mom were constant hostages. We suggested to them that we tie them up and they agreed. We agreed to let one go so they could win. I carried Julie back to where my mom was (Julie is about 5 3 and pretty skinny) and wrapped more tape around her knees and waist. When i got back joe had tied up the whole blue team except for Kristen who smiled when i came back. Then my sister came strolling through the trees and me and joe jumped her. I had run out of tape so i just hand gagged her until she stopped screaming. Joe pulled out another role of tape and started wrapping. Joe just smiled and we carried her to where blue team was but when we got there Kristen was gone and another member of red team was there. I grabbed the tape and jumped her too. Soon we rounded up everyone and then Kristen came back. She just smiled at me and said game over. On the ride home my mom and my sister apologized for not telling me that they enjoyed tying and being tied. I got on IM later and Kristen told me that she wanted to date me so i said yes and now i get to play in all of the wonderful tie up games.

For about five hours we were bound together the entire time having some water to drink time-to-time. It was fun for that long especially with Alyssa, Rena and Ben kept encouraging us to talk more often or else they’ll tie us up again, and I’ll tell ya they tied us both up a lot since we got together. 
 

-JEF-

Mabel: "Hey, K.C., do you remember a couple of weeks ago when you had me and Jenny tied up?

Me: "Yeah, it was pretty fun that day. Why do you ask?"

Mabel: "Cuz I was sort of wondering if you could do it again, and teach me how to tie someone as well."

Me: "Uhh...sure, I guess. Why do you wanna learn about it?"

Mabel: "Well, I sort of want to use it as payback on Jenny for spreading rumors about me at school. I figured that if I could tie her up and torture her a little, I could get something out of her that she wouldn't want anyone else to know."

Me: "Ohh...so you guys are mad at each other right now?"

Mabel: "Yeah...Jenny just talks too much. She needs to be put in her place."

Me: "Okay, I'll help you get back at her then. Just to be fair."

When we got to my house, I helped Mabel with her raincoat and noticed she was wearing a black sweater, her tight Lei blue jeans, and her tan ankle boots. She had her shiny black hair tied in a ponytail and had pink lip gloss on her lips. Being friends with her for so long, I guess you could say I was getting more and more attracted to her Asian beauty. Since our shoes were dirty from the puddles outside, we decided to leave our shoes and socks near the doorway to not mess up my carpet floor.

Me: "So, do you want anything to eat or drink?"

Mabel: "No, I'm still full from lunch I think."

Me: "Okay, so should we go upstairs to my room like last time?"

Mabel: "Yeah, that's fine."

So, we went upstairs to my room and I turned on my heater since it was a bit drafty in there. I then pulled out some ropes from my drawer and socks from my wardrobe. 

Me: "So where do you want to be tied?"

Mabel: "Hmm, prolly the floor, so there'll be more room."

Me: "Okay, you wanna learn how to tie someone the same way I tied you last time?"

Mabel: "Yeah, go slow at it though. And explain it in detail."

Me: "Okay, first put your hands together behind your back, with one hand criss-crossed over the other."

She did as I instructed and I bagan tying her wrists with one of the ropes.

Me: "Then, starting at the end of the rope, you should wrap it around the wrists horizontally and then vertically, pulling tight with each coil until about 3/4 of the rope is wrapped around the wrists."

Mabel: "Okay, and then what?"

Me: "Then, you take the remaining length and pull it in between the ropes tightly to cinch it and then tie the knot out of reach of the fingers."

After I had finished, Mabel stood with her hands tied firmly behind her, surprised at how secure it was.

Mabel: "So what's the next step?"

Me: "Well, you can take a longer piece of rope and tie it around the upper body, to further restrain the arms."

I then took a long piece of rope and wrapped it tightly around her arms, tying above and below her breasts and then cinching it in between the coils. 

Mabel: "Wow, that's really tight. So only the legs left to tie, right?"

Me: "Yeah, it's almost the same way as you tie the hands. Just make sure you cinch it and tie the knot out of reach."

I sat her down on the floor and then tied her ankles together using another piece of rope, cinching it and tying the knot in front of the binding.

Me: "If you really wanna keep someone from escaping, you can tie another rope above the person's knees."

As I said this, I took another rope and tied a rope above her knees, restraining her thighs.

Mabel: "Ugh, I can't move. How'd you get so good at this?"

Me: "Oh...from movies and stuff. (nervous laugh)"

Mabel: "Uh-huh. (sarcastic)"

Me: "Only one more step to go. To finish the tie, you take a short piece of rope and use it to connect the person's wrist and ankle bindings together. Like so."

I then rolled Mabel over onto her stomach and used to short length of rope to hogite her. Tying one end to her feet, I pulled the hogtie rope back until her fingers touched the soles of her feet and tied the other end to her wrist binding. There, now she was in an inescapable hogtie.

Mabel: "Heh, there's no way I'm getting out of this. This'll be perfect on Jenny."

Me: "Yeah, plus since Jenny's ticklish at her feet, you could tickle her non-stop until she coughs one of her secrets out."

I then mockingly tickled Mabel's feet, knowing that it didn't work the same way that it did for Jenny.

Me: "See if you can get out of the hogtie. I'll untie you in about a half hour."

Mabel: "Okay, but it seems useless."

She then took a deep breath and worked on a plan of escape. She arched her back and reacher as far as she could with her fingers to try and find a knot tying her feet together. She then rolled onto her side and squirmed her way over to the wall to try and prop herself up. After several attempts and fall downs, she was finally able to pull herself up into a kneeling position. She then struggled mightily looking for a knot to untie until she gave up.

Me: "Having any fun?"

Mabel: "Yeah...Whew, I'm exhausted. I'm all sweaty from trying to untie myself."

Me: "Think you can get any of the ropes loose?"

Mabel: "Nah, I keep trying to find your knots, but they're not there."

Me: "That's cuz they're all out of your reach."

Mabel: "I guess I'm stuck now. Can you untie me now?"

I then went over to her and untied her hogtie rope.

Mabel: "Finally! I can stretch my legs out again. It's so constricting having your hands and feet tied together."

I then untied the ropes around her knees and ankles, having problems with the knots since her struggling had tightened the ropes due to the cinching. I then untied the coils holding her arms and finally untied her wrists.

Mabel: "Heh, that's quite a tie you gave me."

Me: "Yeah...hope you're able to use it on Jenny just as effectively."

Mabel: "I hope so..."

Me: "Well, when you're finished with her, she won't be talking crap about you anymore at least."

Mabel: "Yeah, I'll give her exactly what she deserves. Thanks, K.C."

She smiled and then got ready to leave. After she had left, I wondered if she was able to get her revenge on Jenny...but I guess that's another story.

I lived in an apartment, along with most of my friends. We never went far out into town so naturaly most of my friends would be in the apartment. I was going to see my friend Jane. I was dressed in a small green tanktop, some would sat it was skimpy. I had short yellow hair, boy style but my face with my eyelashes and such gave me away as a girl. I also wore short black shorts and pink socks. Since it was raining that day, we wouldn't be going out so I had no need to put my shoes on. It was morning, around eight a clock or so, and I had finished breakfast a half hour before that time.

I knocked on the door and Jane took no time to awnser. She had long brown hair reaching down to just below her shoulders, a purple T-shirt with matching purple jean shorts and white socks. She was 14, a year older then me. "Hey Encina, come on in, we got some company"she said. Michale sat on the couch, giving me a wave. He was 13 also, with short brown hair, a black T-shirt with a lion on it, blue jean pants that had zippers in the middles(so he could basicly make them shorts at any time) Unlike us who were sockfooted, he was barefoot.

We were good friends though not quite close enough to call boy friend and girl friend. We sat and watched a little TV when i saw something out the window, which I called the others to come see. Some kids were tieing someone up, who didn't seem to be putting up much struggle. "A kidnapping, should we report it to the police?"asked Jane. "I'm afraid I can't allow that"said Mike in a mock threatening tone. He stuck his hands out like guns at us. We looked at eachother and put our hands up. "You wouldn't tie US up, would you?"I asked in a mock shocked tone. 

Mike had played a few wargames with them and had been tied/tied others before. Though girls were also involved in these wargames, we weren't. I was excited about this new development and Jane looked it too. Mike had brought a bag with rope and such with him. When asked later, he said he planned to join a possible wargame with the others. He decided to tie us instead.

We were led to Jane's parents bedroom. "Hands behind your back"he said to me. I did so with a goofy giggle, I was so excited. He tied my hands firmly but not painfuly behind me. After he cinched the knot I pulled. He probaly could've held me captive for real with these bonds, I was helpless. He gently put me on the bed and began tieing my ankles, just as tightly. Even though he tied it over my socks, it held just as well. "Good girl"he said patting me on the head. It was a mock menacing, and I felt perfectly safe even though with the way he tied me, he could've done absoloutely anything to me. Jane put up a mock resistance, mock because she giggled like crazy before finally letting Mike bind her.

She was bound the same way I was and seemed to be just as effective as she tested her bonds, she didn't look to be going anywhere. "What the?"

We all looked to find another friend, Monica. She was twelve, with short red hair. She had a purple tanktop with green windpants and white socks. "What's going on?"she asked with a giggle. "We're being captured!"yelped Jane excitedly. I laughed, it wasn't normal behaviour for a hostage to exclaim their imprisonment so excitedly. "I surrender, just don't hurt them"said Monica raising her nhands in surrender. Of course sh said this in mock tone. "Guess we won't be lonely"I joked.

TBC

"Just gonna make sure you don't call out for help"he said jokingly. He placed a long strip on each of our mouths, from cheek to cheek. He pulled at the knots to make sure they were secure, then he pulled my shirt up a little and began tickling me. I squirmed around, screaming like mad under my gag. I caught glimpses of the others palyfuly kicking at him but since they were sockfooted like me, they couldn't do much. "Ooh, bad girls, I'll punish you"said Mike. He then began tickling Jane. I kicked around in my bonds. I wished I could've recorded the mmphs I made. Jane was squealing like a pig, and soon enough Monica met the same fate. He stopped after a few minutes. "If you can escape in half an hour, you get me. Good luck"he said walking out, closing the door behind him. 

We were pretty exhausted, breathing heavily through our noses and gags. I tried slipping out while the other two looked to be trying to break free. Neither of our attemtps were sucsessful. Seeing we had twenty minutes to go by the time I gave up, I realized we could untie ourselves. I tried to tell them my plan but the gag made it impossible and being a tape gag, I couldn't slip it off. I rolled forward, trying to get the knot of Jane but got her butt and she squaled. I tried with Monica but simalar result. They leaped on top of me like a dogpile but being bound and gagged themselves, there wasn't much they could do and eventualy fell off me giggling through their gags, which was probaly the only reason Mike didn't come in. He probaly couldn't hear us.

Finally I rolled again and got to the knot binding Jane's hands. It took a little work, I gave watch to the clock as the hand slowly itched by. I finally got her wrist bonds loose. She removed her gag and untied her feet, then went to work on Monica. They both removed their gags and then loomed over me. "Pay back time"said Jane wiggling her fingers. I explained through my gag that it was an accident but they couldn't understand. Without the gag I probaly would've been at yelling level. They tickled me mercilessly, they were worse then Mike. I was screaming through my gag, I couldn't defend myself at all! They leaft me alone, grabbed the bag, stashing the rope in and headed out. 

I made a "hm hm"through my gag. They turned around. "Too bad, you can stay like that and give Mike company"said Jane. I knew they weren't actualy angry but I couldn't help but feel a little steamed. If not for me they would still be bound and gagged. I heared the commotion outside, a small amount before they carried Mike in, bound and gagged in the same fashion he had done to us. He gave a suprised expression when he saw I was still bound and gagged. When I asked, he thought I was waiting in the room which was why I wasn't out there. He was dumped on the bed and tickled mercilessly by the duo. When they stopped, they pondered over what to do.

Mike gave a good tug at his bonds but it looked like Jane and Monica were also good with ropes. "Think they learned their lesson?"asked Jane. "We should probaly at least give them a break"said Monica. "Allright, we'll let them go for today. However you didn't escape, and according to the rules Mike set up, that means you belong to us tomorrow"said Jane. We nodded. They high fived eachother before letting us go. The games would become much more adventorous, and the next game, contrary to what Jane said, would start a few hours later. 
 

Also, KC, are the stories you tell about occuring now, or in the distant past? I'd like to hear about other tie-ups you had.

Tienteaser, let's hear more of yours as well!

Jane had said the next day we'd play another tie up but it would actualy be much sooner. It wasn't even noon after our first game. Monica, by the way, was a good friend of ours we had known for awhile. While Jane was my best friend, Monica was a close runner up.

We spent the next hour or so doing all kinds of stuff like board games, TV and pretty much non tie up fun. We also had lunch. Once we finished lunch and cleaned up, Jane put her arms on my shoulder. "I hope our captives enjoyed their lunch, because you belong to us still"said Jane. "I thought we were goona wait"I said. Despite my words, I was as excited as could be. Jane shrugged. Looking over, I saw Monica had the rope and such with her allready. Me and Mike looked at eachother before willingly putting our hands behind our backs. They tied our hands snug but tightly. There was no slack when I gave a tug at my bonds, I couldn't move them for dear life.

I was walked over by Jane who had binded me and was sat on the couch while Monica walked out with Mike. I must say I didn't envy him. You could only imagine what it would feel like being walked down the apartment tied up and at the mercy of a girl. We learned later that if anyone had seen him, they didn't notice it. "You're all mine"said jane, pinching my nose and wiggling my face. The taunting made me feel powerless but I enjoyed the game all the much more. She bent down and began tieing my ankles. "What are you gonna do when I'm tied up?"I asked, not giving any struggle. Looking at it from outside the box, it made the scene even better, me helplessly allowing my captive to bind me while asking what would be done to me.

"You'll see"she said. She cinched the knot on my ankles and grabbed some more rope. "Think I've had enough?"she asked. "Nope"she saif gleefuly with a smile. I returned it and she began binding my knees. I could only imagine what Monica was doing to Mike, or yet what she would do once she was done tieing him up. That brought me back to thinking of my current situation. Looking down, I saw Jane cinch the knot. She grabbed me by the arm and stood me up, holding me so I wouldn't fall. She gently layed me face down on the couch. I couldn't move my knees either. She got even more ropes and began tieing my elbows together.

"Aren't you going a little overkill?"I asked. "I want to make my captive as comfy as possible"she said gleefuly. I still wonder if she didn't stop because she wanted or if she could tell I wanted. Anyway, when my elbows were done, she said she had just a couple of final touches. She made sure my hands were placed just above my butt, and brought a rope under my body, wrapping it around tightly, basicly sticking my hands on my lower back and making it impossible to move my hands. I wasn't going to be able to escape as it was. This way, even if Mike were in and we were leaft alone, I couldn't get to his knots.

Then when cinching that knot, she pulled another rope above and below my breasts. While it did make my breasts look bigger, I was glad she didn't tie on them. That might've hurt. Now my arms were comepletely pinned down. "I'll be back in a second"she said. While she was off, I wiggled and thrashed as much as I could, which was little. The ropes were tight but not painful. I could barely move at all! She came back with a sock from her drawer. "Open wide"she said. I complied, knowing she could probaly force it in if I didn't comply. After that, she placed a strip of tape, stretching from cheek to cheek.

She placed her fingers down, smoothing out the gag. "I'm going to check on our other captive, be good now"she said patting my head before leaving. She closed the door behind her. I tried again, with the same result. I couldn't even try slipping out, I had nothing that could move well, even my fingers were pressed. At least with Mike's ties I could struggle, here I might as well be paralyzed! Even if I could've found anything sharp in there, the way I was tied, I would probaly cut myself more then the ropes. I didn't want anyone to come in but to fully realize my situation, I tested out my gag, no one outside could possibly hear me.

Some time later, the two came back without Mike. I was tied too tight to be tickled anywhere but apparently they had other plans, giving me a goofy grin. They took a piece of cloth and pulled it over my eyes, effectively blinding me. They lifted me and placed me in somekind of wagon. A small length of rope was tied, what I found out later looking at the wagon, two holes and around my knees, just enough so I didn't fall out and they began wheeling me through. "Wait until you see what we got planned for you"said Jane gleefuly. "It'll be fun, for us anyway"said Monica with a giggle.

I could only imagine..

I heared no noise except for the wheeling of the wagon so no oe saw us or at least didn't make a scene out of it. I was a little worried someone would see me, then I may have never lived it down. Finally I felt the rope tieing me to the wagon come loose. It was tight but not half as much as the bonds holding me in general. I felt the wagon tip over. It wasn't very high so landing face first didn't hurt much at all. I heared the door close and someone bent down and undid my blindfold. Adjusting my eyes to the light, I saw Monica with the cloth in her hand so I assume it was her. It wasn't important though.

I looked around the room but no sign of Mike. I was in Monica's bedroom. The two picked me up and dropped me on the bed face first, to which I gave a muffled scream from my gag. "What ARE we going to do with our captive?"asked Monica. "The honk game"said Jane. "What's that?"asked Monica but I had a feeling allready. Jane honke dme on the nose. I forgot temporarely that I was binded and tried to move my hands to protect me but it didn't hurt. Then Monica honked me, and they took turns. They never honked real hard but it was annoying, especialy since I couldn't do anything about it. It also made me being tied up and gagged feel all the better.

Finally, they must've gotten bored with that because Monica walked away when it was her turn to the other end of her bed. I peeked at her over my shoulder. Seeing me do this, Jane gently squeezed my chin in her hands. "Having fun?"she asked. She was holding my chin so I couldn't nod or shake my head, and of course I was gagged so I doubt she expected an awnser. "That's good"she said patting my head. "How about a pillow fight? Us against Encina"said Monica picking up a pillow. I tucked my legs in the best I could, but it did little against the pillows coming down. They giggled like mad while doing it.

They tired themselves out after awhile and put the pillows back. I straightened my legs out again, Monica taking this chance to sit right on top of me. "Now if we remove that gag, you promise not to make a lot of noise?"she asked. I rolled my eyes and nodded. Why would I want to be found like this! Jane didn't seem to mind the removal of my gag, or at least she never said anything about it. The tape came off painlessly, then the sock was pulled out of my mouth. "You used your sock?"asked Monica. "It was clean"said Jane. Monica just shrugged and picked me up, laying me on the floor. She then grabbed my bound legs and dragged me by the feet. If not for my bonds, my socks probaly would've come off as would her grip. If not for my bonds however, she probaly wouldn't be dragging me.

I was dragged into Monica's parent's bedroom, then was helped up and placed in a sitting position on the bed on the end. "Don't go anywhere, we'll be right back"said Jane. I gave a grunt through my gag and they leaft, closing the door. There was nothing I could do to escape these bonds so I just sat quietly, every now and then giving my bonds a good tug to see if they began to loosen but they held. Looking at the clock, it was around twenty minutes before they came back, with Mike and placed him sitting next to me. He was bound the same way I was, his gag was also gone. When I asked later on, he assured me he had been gagged.

The two whispered to eachother, huddled like football players. Mike and I attempted to undo one another's bonds but our hands couldn't untie anything for dear life so we sat patiently, at least I was patient. Mike looked patient but looks can be decieving. Again, it wasn't that important. Finally, the two had come to a decision. "We'll let you both go on one condition:you have to french kiss for an entire minute"said Monica, Jane giggling.

"No way!"said Mike. Monica shrugged. "Then you can wait in your room Mike. I'm sure your parents will let you go"said Monica. We agreed reluctantly, being layed down so we were faced to face. With a gulp, we kissed. That moment gave me a sensastion like I never felt before. I swear I saw stars swirling, everything was so bland. I remember being pulled away from Mike. Looking at him, he was blushing so bad. Thewy untied us and it didn't take either of them very long. 

"We're sorry about the kissing thing, we couldn't resist. To make it up, we'll be captives"said Jane. Monica didn't seem to disagree. Of course we were done for that day. It wouldn't be until the next day we played again. Jane and Monica's turnover would end up in another rule later on.

The next story should come soon.

Bondage is fun & CONSENTUAL, a hell of a lot of GIRLS seem to forget this once they get their guy tiedup & helpless.

So well done & your advise should be 'must' read for those thinking of 'bonding' your consentual 'victim'

Way too many stories are false here but can be really enjoyable so perhaps 'true' needs to be changed to 'fiction' where necessary so pressure to claim it as 'true' might reduce the need to lie.

I couldn't wait until the next day, I managed to sleep somehow, planning to tie Jane the same way she did me. Well the morning came, and I wasted no time. I dressed in a red T-shirt with black jean shorts and red socks. After a quick breakfast I headed over to Mike's place so we could plan out what to do. I knocked on the door and it was Mike who told me to come in. I opened the door and to my shock I saw no one. Then Mike came from behind the door, and he pointed his finger in my back, which was supposed to be a gun. "Raise your hands"he ordered with glee in his voice.

"I thought we were both supposed to be captors"I said complying. "Oh well"he said walking me forward. It was his living room of course. He had me turn around to face the couch. I didn't know where he had his bonds stashed but he pulled my hands behind me and cuffed them. "What!"I gasped. He turned me around, ripping a long strip of black tape. "Comfy?"he asked before plastering the tape on my mouth, again stretching from cheek to cheek.

He smoothed out the gag and had me sit down. I pulled at the cuffs, they were real and even if I had the power to break them, I don't think Mike would appreciate that. He put his hands on my shoulders and lightly sat me down on the couch. Rope was on the floor behind him. He took a strand of it and bound my ankles together. My ankles couldn't have been pulled apart for dear life. When he was done he dusted his hands off. "I'll be right back my cutie"he said pinching my cheek.

Apparently he was reminding me of the kiss we were forced to have. I blushed I knew because he laughed. "You're blushing! I guess you do have the hots for me!"he exclaimed. I protested through my gag but he simply rubbed his hand on my head and leaft me to myself. He brought most of his binding material with him.

My bonds were again unescapable so I merely sat there, enjoying the feeling of my helplessness. When he returned, it was he who had his hands cuffed behind him, gagged with tape, being escprted by Jane and Monica. I laughed loudly behind my gag. "I told you so"I said through my gag. I saw the cuffs holding him, he must've had quite a few. He was made to sit down next to while Monica binded his ankles. "So it's true, he did betray our little Encina"said Jane honking my nose. I had the feeling they weren't going to release me anytime soon. Monica finished binding Mike's ankles sooner then expected because she pulled Jane's hands behind her and cuffed them. He must'be brought ANOTHER pair of cuffs with him.

Jane turned around. "No fair"she said. "Too bad"said Monica, ripping off a strip of tape and placing it on her. She had Jane sit down and then bound her ankles. Looking at Mike, it looked like Monica's ankle bonds were effective. Monica was wearing the same clothes she did the day before, which was normal for Monica. Jane was wearing a red tanktop with blue jeans and white socks. I'm suprised she wore jeans in this weather.

When she was done, Monica began ding somekind of little victory dance before sitting at the lounge chair across from us. She began to ponder what to do with us when an idea came to her. She came over and layed me down on the floor, face up, then managed to carry Mitch and put him on top of me! She took some rope and lifted me up enough so she could get the rope around and began binding me and Mike together, face to face! Jane squealed under her gag, which thank God she had or someone would've heared and came in here thinking there was a murder going on.

When she was done binding us at the upper layer, we found neither of us could pull away. I could see him blushing and I'm certain I was as well. She then binded us together at the knees. When done, we fell over on our sides, still very close. She ran out quickly then came back with a paper and ducktape. She put the paper on us and taped it on. There was a mirror in the living room, one on wheels and she rolled it over so we could both see. It said "Just Married" Mike and I turned our eyes away while Jane howled like heck under her gag.

"I wouldn't be laughing Jane"said Monica"I'm coming for you next"

TBC

Monica walked over to Jane and gently shoved her so she was laying on the couch and peeled Jane's socks off. Aparently she tied above where the socks were. Jane squealed like a pig knowing what was coming. Monica thus began a merciless tickle torture on poor Jane's feet. She squealed loudly, at least it was loud to us. No one outside could seem to hear it, and Monica didn't seem at all concerned someone would hear all this.

After awhile Monica got tired and stopped, putting Jane's socks back on her feet. She untied Jane's feet and took her gag off butr leaft her cuffed. "Sorry, but I'm not taking any chances"said Monica. Jane just gave a large goofy grin. Monica bent down and untied us from one another another, then untied our ankles but leaft us cuffed, and unlike Jane, gagged.

"All you have to do if you want me to stop is say mercy"she said taking our socks off, well mine anyway. Mike was barefoot again. Soon we were the ones squealing and even when we could find a moment where we weren't laughing too hard to say anything, when we said mercy it came out muffled. Monica obviously knew we were saying mercy but said"Sorry, it's mercy, not mpphr"she would taunt. She tickled us at least twice as long as Jane and I'm not sure how much more we could take. Finally she had tired herself out. "Wow, you guys love to be tickled. Maybe I should keep you here and tickle you forever"

We both shook our heads furiously, saying no loudly through our gags. She laughed, took another strip of tape and regagged Jane. She checked us all for keys before leaving us. Without keys we were not going anywhere. We didn't go to remove our gags for some reason. Probaly because we liked being gagged. We lay there limply for awhile until Monica came back and uncuffed me and Jane, and ungagged Mike. Jane and I removed our own gags, but Mike was kept cuffed.

"What's going on!"he said. "You were a naughty boy, capturing your fellow captor. We're going to discipline you" We looked at eachother with gleam in our eyes and Mike knew he was in for something worse then tickle torture.

TBC

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Now this story took place on a sunday afternoon about 3 weeks after the first time.I was at home.
My parents were home as well and my sister Tara was out with her friends somewhere.
I was in my room playing the computer when my dad shouted me that there was someone on the phone for me.I went down and got the phone.It was my sister.
Now recently i had been bugging her as i usually did.This time i pretended that i knew someone who really fancied my sister and i kept teasing her and saying that i knew who it was.
She asked me nicely to tell her but i refused.Then she had started threatening me but i just shrugged it off and carried on doing it.
Now Tara asked me over the phone if i wanted to come round to her friends Sophie's house to hang out and watch videos.

Now i didn't normally hang around with my sister and her friends but it was a sunday and all my mates were all busy doing other things.
I said ok and that i would be round in 10 minutes.
When i arrived i knocked on the door and Sophie let me in.
She showed me to the living room and said to sit down anywhere.I asked where my sister was and Sophie told me she was in the toilet.
About 5 minutes later Tara came into the room and sat down.
Sophie then asked me if i wanted to go upstairs with her to go and choose a video.I said ok and we both headed upstairs to her bedroom.
As soon as i entered her room Sophie tackled me and threw me onto the bed. She shouted to Tara who came running upstairs very quickly.
Because i had been taken by surprise Sophie had managed to get on top of me and expertly held me down.
My sister ran into the room with a bag.She took some rope out of it and grabbed one of my wrists and tied it tightly to one of the bedposts.
She then went round to the other side of the bed and tied that wrist to the bedpost on that side.
I was no struggling with all my might but with Sophie holding me down i couldn't do much.Tara had tied my wrists really well.
Tara then tied each one of my ankles tightly to the bottom of the bed so i was spread eagled.
They then both stood over me and both had evil smiles on their faces.I demanded to be let go.
Sophie responded by saying i was not in a position to be making demands.
Tara then said i was going to tell her who fancied her.
I said no way.
Tara then looked at Sophie and they both smiled at each other.

I asked what they were smiling about.Sophie said they were hoping i would say no to telling them who it was.
"Why" i asked.

"Because it means we both get to torture you for the rest of the day now" Sophie replied.
I started shouting no when my sister tightly clamped her hand over my mouth which kept me quiet.
Tara then said that my torture was about to begin.......

.....TO BE CONTINUED.......

Anyway, last time Monica had us all hostage, using any methods she could to torture us(without crossing the line)Jane and I were let go however Mike was kept in his cuffs, Monica and Jane saying how he was a very naughty boy. Question was, what would be done to him? Like I said, it was worse then tickle torture.

"Allright, let's take a quick lunch break before we continue"said Monica. We all agreed. Mike motioned his hands to be uncuffed. I asked for the key but Monica shook her head, then gave a smile. "We'll just have to feed him ourselves after eating"said Monica. Mike looked astonished.

She cooked the three of us Lean Pockets, and we wolfed them down. We were more hungry then we thought. These kinds of games could be good excersize depending on what you went through, especialy tickle torture. When we finished, Jane heated up another Lean Pocket while Monica stood Mike up and sat him in the chair, his cuffed hands behind it. "You would've done the same"said Mike, who began trying to break free. Hey, there were his cuffs, no loss to us if he broke them. This was a futile gesture at best, and soon he stopped.

Jane brought the lean pocket out, cooling it off the best she could before brining it over. I held Mike's nose so he would have to open his mouth. "Open wide"said Jane. Without choice he did, eating the lean pocket in big bites. If he burned his tounge, he sure hid it. Of course we just started. When he was done, we pulled him off the chair and led him to the bedroom. We wiped off anything that got on his mouth or chin.

There was still rope in the bedroom but Jane still brought more. "We're gonna bind him down to the bed. Want to do the honours?"whispered Monica. I nodded vigourously and Mike was made to lie down, face on the bed. I was assigned to bind his ankles. Now was good practice, even if he got his ankles free his hands were still cuffed and he couldn't recapture anyone. I began by wrapping the rope around his ankles as tightly as possible, hoping it didn't hurt him. Once I cinched the knot, I asked if it hurt and he said no. He tested the bonds and I nearly shrieked when I saw t held, he could barely move them.

Jane lifted him up while Monica uncuffed his hands, then immidiately cuffed a wrist. She broguth the chain around one of the pillars of the headboard and cuffed the other, stretching him out. I took the roll of tape, placing a strip just big enough to fit his mouth. "That won't hold"said Monica. Mike tried working it off but it didn't work. I always had a theory small strips worked better. There was less tape for him to work off which made it harder.

Jane had us huddle together and we giggled like crazy when Monica said to give him a peck. We lined up, Monica first giving him a peck on the cheek. He blushed madly, then Jane, then me. If he was any more red after my peck, he might've had a heart attack!

"Hope you're comfy"said Monica before closing the door. We leaft him in there for half an hour. I wanted to go in and taunt him some more but then the girls would think I had a crush on him. Truth was, I was slowly developing a crush. Anyway, when we enteree again he was laying down perfectly still. We giggled, he could barely squirm. of course we let him go, but now the whole cycle was mixed up. It was decided that from now on, using the finger gun or any other toy weapon, we could capture someone as long as they raised their hands in surrender(not sure how common this is for tie up games as I just came here and haven't read anything in the other sections)

We stopped for the day and played outside for awhile. The next game was really something else and I'll post it as soon as possible(I have a lot of free time on my hands, maybe too much?)
 

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I took the rope that they had tied me up with and tied his hands be hide his back, and then did his feet. I then picked up the pair of blue briefs that had been used to gag me and told him to tell me who’s they wear. He whispered mine! I was so mad now. I shoved them in his mouth and used the bandana to secure them in. I asked him how he liked eating on his own undies and all he could do was mummmphhhh.

I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror still wearing only my Tighty whites that I had been tickled in <edited by Canuck> . When I saw this it made me even more mad and I asked my little brother did he want to be tickled until he pissed himself?

"Good morning"said Jane gleefuly. "Good morning, this is great!"I exclaimed. Jane wasted no time. "Come with me"she whispered. I knew this would mean I was about to be bound and gagged. I followed pretending not to know it as she led me to my parents bedroom. In there I was shocked to find Monica nicely trussed up. She had a green T-shirt on, yellow cotton shorts and was also barefoot. Her hands were tied behind her back palms facing. Her ankles were bound and a small strand of rope held the ankles and wrists half a foot apart, a semi hogtie. A piece of white tape was plastered over her mouth. I wasn't expecting Monica to be over here so soon, and especialy not bound and gagged in my parents bedroom. She was putting up a furious struggle until she saw us enter.

"A little early isn't it?"I asked. I felt a plastic object stuck up against my back and knew it was my turn to be captured. I put my hands behind me and she tied it firmly, winding the rope around my hands and then around verticaly over it with the same strand. I thought I felt something odd but it wasn't until later Jane showed me this technique. Mike was an amateur compared to Jane as far as knots went. After she cinched the knot she didn't go any further. She had me sit cross legged on the floor and I thought she would bind me further but instead focused her attention on poor Monica. Since I was usualy sock footed, tickling me on the soles of my feet was wasted, though they had not yet thought about removing my socks before binding me comepletely.

Jane tickled Monica mercilessly, I saw Monica becoming flushed. I decided to tease Jane and stand up to run out. Jane was much faster and caught me, but instead of binding me further, had me sit down on the floor again. "Stay put like a good girl"she said patting me on the head. She continued her relentless assault on Monica until she saw Monica turning a shade of purple and asked if Monica wanted to be let go, to which Monica nodded. From what you've read you'd think Jane would just keep on going. While we did perhaps push the boundries of tie up games as far as cooraperation with our captors, we knew when enough's enough. We may have forced a kiss but we would never go as far as sexual acts and certainly wouldn't risk the well being of someone. 

Jane let Monica go, even removing her gag before untying Monica. They helped me to my feet and we walked over to the couch where we watched television. I turned to Jane a few minutes later and said"Aren't you forgetting something?" showing her my bounds hands.

"I promised to take good care of you, so I need to keep you out of trouble"she said. Jane checked my bonds to make sure they were still intact, which they were. I gave a good struggle, probaly an oscar worthy performance but to no avail, she may as well have drove a nail through my wrists. i sighed in defeat and watched TV, being brought back to my perdicament every now and then. Even when we had breakfast, which was just Bacon, my hands were leaft tied and I wasn't in much position to do much about it. Okay, I could've had Jane unbind me if I REALLY wanted to be unbinded but I was having fun in my helpless state. Being my best friend, I know Jane would let me go the instant she saw I really wanted or needed to be untied, which is probaly the only reason I agreed to play tie up games with them. With anyone else, they would probaly take things beyond an innocent game. It was after breakfast the real weirdness began.

Jane discussed something with Monica before helping me up and leading me out into the hall, where thankfuly no one saw me. I was brought into Jane's house, where I saw a girl with short brown hair, green T-shirt, green jean shorts and green socks. It was safe to assume she liked green. "See, I told ya"said Jane. She walked up to me, observing me. "Wow, she actualy let you tie her up?"she asked. "Yep"said Jane. "Who is this?"I asked. "Monica's sister Mary, she helped me kidnap Monica"whispered Jane. I learned she was 11. Apparently she spent most of her time outside, but heared about these tie up games from her sister.

Mary came back with more of that white tape. She peeled a small strip off and gagged me with it. The really weired stuff was about to begin.

TBC

This happened to me a while ago. A group of us had been teasing a boy at school in the year below us. It was all a bit of fun but he said to us "just you wait..." 

Well the next day during the lunch break I went into our form room to fetch something. I got into the room and the door closed behind me. I turned and saw the boy we'll made fun of along with a group of his friends. "We're hear to get revenge" they said. 

They took me to the sports hall. There was no-one because it was lunch time and everyone was outside and the teachers were all in the staff room. They said they were going to look for some rope to tie me up. 

We all went into a store room and they hunted around and came across all the school climbing equipment which was used on outward bound courses and stuff. It was a large crate with rope and climbing harnesses. 

They decided that they were going to put me in a harness and then use a rope to pull me off the ground so I would be hanging in the air. They pulled out a selection of harnesses of various types, but they could agree which one I would wear, so they decided I should put them all on! 

They soon came across a problem. All of the harnesses had straps which went between your legs or had leg loops which you stepped into but because i was wearing a skirt they didn't know what to do. I reluctantly agree to take my skirt off so they could put the harnesses on properly. I was wearing thick black tights so nothing was exposed otherwise i wouldn't have agreed to it. 

Eventually all the harnesses were on me and done up so tightly I couldn't stand up straight without the straps pulling up between my legs. I struggled back into my skirt - if anyone else was going to come in and find me like this I didn't want to be half dressed as well! 

They then got a length of rope and tied my hands tightly behind my back so i couldn't take the harnesses off. It was a long length of rope so they used the rest of it up by tieing it around my body, pinning my arms to my sides. 

Then they got another length of rope and tied one end onto the various harnesses I was wearing. The other end they threw over a beam in the celing. They then managed to pull and lift me off the ground and then tied the roof to the wall. i was left dangling with my feet at about head height. 

Then they took my shoes off and said they were going to tickle my feet as revenge for the teasing I had done the previous day. As soon as they started to tickle I started shreking with laughter. they stopped immediately because someone would be bound to hear. 

the next thing I knew was I was being lowered down. i was wearing a pair of long socks over my tights and before I knew what was happening, they had taken them off me, stuffed one in my mouth and used the other to tie around mouth so I couldn't spit it out. i was totally silenced. 

They hauled me up again and started to tickle. Despite the fact my skirt restricted my legs somewhat I deperately kicked my feet around so there ticking was pretty pathetic. 

They must have thought so too because they lowered me down a second time and got another length of rope which they used to tie my feet together. Again it was a long length of rope so they used it up my tieing my legs together right from the ankles to my waist. 

They lifted me up a third time. I was totally helpless. Not only was I trussed up in several harnesses, i was completely tied up from head to foot and gagged as well. I couldn't move at all. They sarted to tickle. i shouted out but all that came out was a quiet mmmpphh. I struggled as much as I could but all my wriggling did was to pull the harnesses tighter between my legs (which wasn't an unpleasant feeling although i wasn't going to admit that to anyone afterwards). 

Eventually they got fed up and lowered me to the ground. they untied my legs, put my shoes back on me and said that they hoped I'd leant my lesson. Then they said goodbye, see you and started to leave. 

I mmpphhed frantically and struggled in the ropes when i realised they weren't going to untie the rest of me. I followed after them but they started to run but because I was wearing a skirt not to mention all the harnesses and ropes I still had on they were soon out of sight. 

I walked back through the school to my clasroom. luckily there wern't many people around but there was still a lot of stares and laughter from the few people who did see me. 

i got back to my classroom and before long my friends arrived who had been looking for me around the school. There was alot more laughter as I mmmppphed and struggled for them to untie me. 

Before long they managed to undo all the knots take off all the ropes around my body and my arms were free. i pulled off the gag and took the sock our my mouth. 

At that moment the bell went for the end of the lunch break. Quick i said, I've got to get all these harnesses off. Yet it was easier said than done. I was completedly strapped up in several different types of harnesses and it wasn't at all obvious how to started undoing them. Any moment the teacher was going to arrive. 

We decided to cut our losses and quickly hid the rope that that all around the room. Then one of my friends lent me a jacket which I put on to cover up all the straps of the harnesses. I just had time to take my sheos off, put my socks on and then my shoes back on again before the teacher arrived. 

So I had to go for the rest of the day all done up in the harnesses. It made concentrating in lessons very difficult - why did they have to put so many on me and do them up so TIGHT!!! 

Eventually the final bell went and I went to my friends house who lived near the school and she helped my take all the harnesses off, which took the best part of an hour because they had all got muddled up with each other. Free at last!! 

The next day I had to sneak back into the sports hall to put them back from where they came. Needless to say the boys that had done this to me didn't let me forget what had happened and they teased me about it for some time to come! 
 

I am 16, and the other character is 12.

One more thing before I begin, I know the story may be a bit slow, but the tie-up is in the end.

I woke up one crisp autumn morning to the sound of my telephone ringing. I reached over to the other side of my bedside table to answer it.
“Hello?” I said groggily to the phone.
“Hi,” It was the voice of my younger friend Andrew, who prefers (even to this day) to be called Andy.
“Andy, what are you doing calling me so early?”
“I was bored, and wanted to know if you would come over.”
I sighed before answering “Well, sure, for a little while I guess. I’ll be over in a half an hour.” I felt bad, because he is always wanting to hang out with me. I hung up, and got ready for the day. I was wearing a brown T-Shirt, blue jeans and white no-show socks in my brown Etnies. I was also wearing a vanilla-cream colored hooded-sweatshirt, for it was cool out.

Andy greeted me at the door, he was wearing an orange t-shirt and a black-hooded sweatshirt, he was wearing shorts which were blue and had on white crew-tube socks which he rolled down in his black Vans. We went to his room to play about a half an hour of Halo on his X-Box. When he got bored of that, he suggested we go outside and shoot his paintball gun. We were out there for an hour at least before he came home and talked to his friends on the internet on the computer in his room, occasionally asking me a question, obviously trying to keep up conversation.
“I am getting bored, so I am going home. Later.” I said as I stood up.
“No, don’t. Stay here. Please?” he begged.
“Sorry, I have other things I should do.” I said as I walked out the door.

This apparently pissed him off a great deal, so he pushed me to a pole that he has in his room saying, “Oh, no. You aren’t going anywhere.” He grabbed a coil of rope from off the shelf and tied my hands behind the pole so I couldn’t escape. 
“What the hell Andrew? Let me go! This is kidnapping! I’ll call the cops…” I said as he walked out of the room. He came back with a roll of silver duct tape, and taped my mouth shut. He also got a bigger coil of rope, and tied me more effectively to the pole.

I worked at the tape on my mouth for 10 minuets before finally getting it off. I shouted many words that are not fitting for a family board at Andy and I startled him so bad, he shook. This pissed him off more than I had ever seen him, for Andy hated being scared.
“You deserve to be punished for scaring me!” He said angrily.
He looked around the room before finally looking down at his feet as a cruel smile swept across his face. He pulled off his shoes and then his socks.
“I saw a show once where the guy stuffed a sock in the kids mouth… that made the kid shut up.”
He walked over, carrying the socks, as he forced one into my mouth. He then took the other one and tied it around my head. He felt he had to secure the gag better, so he took a very small piece of rope and tied that very tightly around my head as well.
“There ya go.” He said with a cruel smile, “Now you’ll shut up. By the way, I wore those to bed last night too.”

I gagged at the taste, but eventually got used to it. After he cooled down in about an hour, he let me go. I did get revenge though.

I welcome good comments and constructive critisim!

Ok here goes, Michael had been wanting to tie me up by himself, with no help. Of course, he kept on asking me becuz there was no way that he could force me down. I wanted to every time he asked, but I REALLY wanted to tie him up. So I denied every time. So one time I took it to the gym teacher/coach and asked him what I should do. He gave me directions that go like this: Tell Michael that he could tie me up as long as he would wear what I would. You guessed it, briefs. He then told me that he would help me from there. 

So one time we were over at the gym teachers house. Michael said, "Dude, seriously, let me tie you up before I go get ****** and force you down and tie you up." I replied, "Alriiight. Fine." He exclaimed immediately. I continued "On 1 condition." He asked "What is it?" I told him, "You have to be wearing what you want me to wear while tied up." 

"That's a bunch of crap! Why?" he said. I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Becuz it's not fair you get to see me in briefs but I don't get to see you." And this was justified, we were both pretty built and part of the football team and worked out a lot. So he said "Fine". 

We both went to separate bathrooms and changed into our briefs. He looked really good in it as did I. We both had our necklaces on. And he said "Let's get started." We sat down on the floor as he told me to clench my fist. I did. He then started to wrap my fist in black tape. He then asked "Can you move your fingers?" I answered "No". He said "Good." with a smirk. I was starting to get worried. I had both of my fists taped and I was about to be tied up and I was waiting for my coach/gym teacher to come in. 

Then Michael put a single strip of tape accross my mouth and I was really worried and then out of nowhere, my coach came out and before Michael could stand up, he was on the ground. He then shouted for me to hold his legs. I did with my "mitted" hands. Michael was shouting things like, "What?!? Get off me!!! We had a deal!!!" And it happened so fast the next thing I realized, Michael was tied up in a hog tie, lying on his side. I didn't see what exatcly my coach stuffed into his mouth 9it was white, and I think it was a sock), but whatever it was, he sealed it by then wrapping the tape around Michael's head. Michael, of course, mpphhhing through his gag.

Wow. What a weird change of events. In just a few seconds, I had gone from being the one tied up to having Michael in a hog tie. I was still "mitted" and gagged with a single strip of tape, though. My coach stood up and admired his handy work. And I was still sitting on the ground when he came over to me and gently took off my gag. We chuckled for a second. The I asked if he could help me get the tape off my fists, I couldn't do it by myself. I was looing at my hands trying to get the "mittens" off. But then I looked up at my coach as he stood up. He looked at me with an EVIL grin. He said, "You know what, I think I can kill 2 brids with 1 stone." I was in trouble. He then picked up the piece of tape that was on my mouth and approahced me, but I kicked him. He landed on the floor. I then ran down the stairs to the door. I could hear my coach following me. I was running for my dear life. I was at the door, but with my hands mitted I couldn't get the door to open. I didn't even know how I was going to get my car door to open. (Yes, I drove there.) I heard him right there so I ran from the door. He didn't see where I went. I was hiding in the coat closet. He then yelled throughout the house "What are you thinking? That you can go to your car in your whitey-tighties and drive home? That you can drive with your hands mitted?" 

I was keeping quiet in the downstairs closet. I saw him pause for a moment outside the closet, I though I was discovered, but then he continued. When he passed, I ran out to the door, having better luck this time, I struggled, but I got the door open, but as soon as I did, I felt his hand grab me. 

And he put his hand over my mouth and smothered me. I started to try and yell for help but all that came out was "Mpphhhhh!!!" We fell back. And he shut the door with his foot. He then was yelling in my ear, "Listen! Listen!" Both of us were breathing hard. I started to calm down. He said "Listen, if you give me a hard time, you'll be punished." I was about to bite his hand, so he felt it, and then he grabbed my crouch, and I heeled. I was like "Ahhhhh" trying to yell but his hand was over my mouth. He then said "See? Now C'mon!" He dragged me, with his hand still over my mouth. I was protesting by "mpphing" and putting on a small struggle. But I knew it was useless. He dragged me upstairs to where Michael laid in a hog tie. He had moved a little. He was on his other side. He looked at me with a small smile. My coach/gym teacher then taped my wrists behind my back, still mitted. He then picked up some small jockstrap thing that was small enouh to fit in my mouth. And I asked him "Please, don't put that in my mouth, please, not in my mouth." He then said "Alright, but if you're bad or give me a hard time, I put this in your mouth." I agreed. So instead, he put a mouth guard in my mouth. He taped my mouth up next, wrapping it around my head. He then wrapped some tape underneath by chin to over my head, keeping my jaw shut in biting down on the mouth guard. So there I lied, next to my friend tied up in our tight briefs. We both "mmmpphhh"-ed into our gags.

Our coach/gym teacher stood over us and said "Now let the fun begin!" 
 
 

Pt. 2 Coming to a Canuck's board near you.

Why would your gym Teacher do that to you in jeopardy of his job?

However, as true as that is there is another reason to avoid unbelievable elements in these stories: basic good writing. People reading here shouldn't have to worry too much about the "suspension of disbelief" that one always has to practice when reading fiction - because the stories here are supposed to be true. However even if we treat these stories as fiction we shouldn't expect them to be worse than other fiction in this. 

If you're watching a movie about ancient Rome, say, and you spot an actor wearing a wristwatch, that's jarring. It disrupts your suspension of disbelief. And you'd be perfectly right then to diss the film-maker for making a silly mistake. Likewise if you're reading a story and something unbelievable happens you have every right to criticise the author - that's bad writing. 

So, when someone here posts a question about an element in a story that seems hard to believe, you can take it two ways. On the one hand, yes, it makes the story seem untrue, and stories here are not supposed to be untrue. But on the other hand a question like that is another way of saying "You're messing up my suspension of disbelief. That's bad writing." 

Whether the stories here are true or false, they should read as though they're true at the very least. Anything less is poor writing, and people can't get better if they don't learn from their mistakes.

For the record, i agree with Tienteaser on this one. 

Now, please, I don't mind - actually, I enjoy - interesting discussions, but arguments like "who cares" and "i don't even like your stories" don't go very far in proving your point, and do not belong on this board. Please stay polite, or i'll start deleting posts and banning some ip addresses soon.

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My sister Ann, her friends Kim and Leslie, and Shira (18 and seniors) were involved in spy-like competition with another group of girls – it’s hard to explaint but generally it was over the race for homecoming queen and some sneaky tactics both sides used. The other girls involved used me (16) to get information from them. Problem was I kind of sucked at spying and only was able to get Page 1 out of a notebook copied that had plans for sabotage by Leslie, Kim, and Shira. Anyway, they were right to suspect me, but I was bad at it and had nothing. But once they found that one page copied in my things one day before I got home from school, they were convinced I was infiltrating their plans and wanted to know what I knew.

The three girls confronted me in my bedroom and Leslie,Ann and Kim surprised me by knocking me down and pinning me. Shira walked in then and told me they were onto me, without telling me they found that piece of paper.

“You’ve been spying and are going to tell them what we’re up to, because now thanks to you we have to change our plans,” Shira said. “This makes us verrrry unhappy. So to make things easier you’re going to tell us everything you found out so we can make the necessary changes. Tell us now and Les, Ann, Kim will let you up.”

Shira was hot. About 5”4 with brown hair to her shoulders and a cute little slim body with a gorgeous tanned face. She wore a short-sleeved green sweater, tan pants, and tan suede boots outside her pants. She was about as popular as they came – definitely the leader of this group - and being seen by her while my sister and two others pinned me down was humiliating.

“Shira, I don’t know anything. I am not spying. Tell them to let me go. Seriously, you’re mistaken,” I said.

“Hmm. I don’t think so,” Shira said. “But we can do this the hard way if you want.”

Shira walked over and opened up one of Ann’s drawers and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, a roll of duct tape, some rope, and a leather belt.

"We figured you'd try to be a little toughie and we may have to kidnap you, so we made sure we had the right kidnapping tools," Shira said and handed the cuffs, tape, rope, and belt to Kim.

“You guys tie him up and then take off,” Shira said with a grin. “Don’t even threaten him or lay a finger on him. I’ll get him to talk.” And she left the room.

My sister and her friends were like robots and went about handcuffing me while I struggled. I couldn’t get free though. They got my hands tied behind my back with the cuffs and after some struggling tied my feet with the belt really tight. They finished me off my gagging me with the duct tape to silence my screams.

“That should hold him,” Ann said. “Let’s go get Shira and get out of here.”

“What about your parents?” Kim asked. “What if they come home and find Shira with him all tied up?”

“How many times do I have to tell you – they’re gone until Saturday,” Ann said. “Let’s go.”

“How come we can’t stay and help Shira…” Leslie asked before Ann cut her off.

“Look at his face,”Ann said glaring down at me while I rolled on the floor tied up and gagged. “He’s humiliated. Shira is the queen of the school and the idea of her seeing him tied up like this is KILLING him. It’s a psychological edge. Now let’s go. Don’t worry, he’ll talk.”

The three of them giggled and left and I yelled into my gag and was now very scared for exactly the reasons Ann said. I thought I might die of embarrassment and I yelled muffled things into the gag.

5 minutes later Shira arrived. She was perky and excited, like always.

“Hey baby! Well look who’s all tied up! Whew!” Shira said loudly while she stood over me, overjoyed. “You just cooperate with me and I’ll have you untied and out of here in no time!”

I mmphed some more and Shira ripped off my gag and crouched down in front of me. This was terribly embarassing and she knew it.

“Do you want a few minuites to collect yourself before you start talking?” Shira asked.

“Shira! Please! Don’t! Don’t do this!” I said desperately. “Please, you’ve got it all wrong! I don’t know anything! I swear!”

Remember, all I had at this point was one page, which had the names of Ann, Kim, and Leslie on it and a meeting place for some unknown meeting, and that was it. They’d captured me before my spying got useful. I didn’t know anything else.But I DIDN’T KNOW they’d even found that page, so I was going to deny everything. In short, I was crewed.

“Well,” Shira said, grabbing a piece of rope and then grabbing my bound feet while she crouched next to me, “I can see you don’t want to cooperate. No problem. Not at all.I’ll just hogtie you and take your shoes and socks off and see how persuasive I can be.” And she hogtied me despite my struggling as I screamed for her to stop.

“Sihira! No! You’re making a big mistake! Please!”

“Oh, the mistake is all yours, honey!” Shira said as she removed my shoes and socks. Then, just to embarrass me more she held her nose and said, “P-U! Your feet stink! Whew – maybe I’ll have to wash them while you’re my prisoner!” and she laughed and laughed.

“They do not! Stop it! STOP IT!” I was embarrassed and beet-red.

“Oh OK, they do not. You’re right. And what do you mean ‘Stop it?” I haven’t done ANYTHING yet!!"

Shira then crossed to the bed, sat down, and unzipped her boots. She took them off and then approached me in her white socks. She crouched down again as I lay hogtied and got real close.

“What do you know about our plan?” Shira asked.

“Shira, don’t! I know nothing!” I yelled.

“You’re lying, and you have some nerve to keep saying ‘Don’t!’ As if YOU can give ME orders!” Shira said with a sinister giggle.

“Someone help me! PLEASE!”

Shira inched a littler closer and said, “No one’s hear to help you. You are all mine for the next hour or so!”

“Shira…”

Shira put her hand over my mouth. “Answer me!” she said, and then raised her eyebrows at me. “Say, are you ticklish?”

“Don’t…!” I said into her hand.

“What do you know about our plan?” Shira asked took her hand off my mouth and started to very gently tickle my ribs with her fingers. She tickled me in almost a fluttering kind of way, like a baby. “I will tickle you until you tell me!”

“AHH! NO! NO! I don’t know anything I swear!!” I screamed. I was very ticklish.

“Your lying. Tell me or I’ll tickle you to death!” Shira said and tickled my ribs and stomach. I was hogtied and couldn’t g anywhere but tried to roll away as I laughed myself silly. But she just put her foot across me to hold me in place and then tickled my defenseless stomach and ribcage with both hands.

“AHH HA HA HA HA HA!”

“Tell me what I need to know and I’ll stop tickling you!” Shira demanded.

“No! No! No!” Please don’t tickle me anymore…”

This kept up for about 5 minutes before Shira stopped, knelt next to me, and grabbed my legs so my feet were again facing the ceiling. She held them there.

“Tell me right now or I’ll tickle your feet!” Shira said and wiggled her fingers in front of me.

“Oh God! Oh God!”

“OK then. I guess you WANT me to tickle your feet!” Shira said getting up. She then bent down and fingered the soles of my feet very lightly and very quickly. Shira tickled my bare feet all over and I just lost it. My screams and lai=ughs made it impossible to talk.

“OK! OK !OK! OK! OK! Stop and I’ll help you! HAHAHAHAHA!”

“Oh so now you’re ADMITTING you know something?” Shira said standing over me with her feet my by head, holding my feet in her hands while she tickled them one at a time. “Well maybe you’re a little smarter than I thought. If I stop tickling you will you talk to me?”

“YES! YES! YES!”

“OK then!” Shira said and put my feet down and stopped ticking them. She stood over me with her arms folded sternly in front of her. “TALK!”

“Please! Please…”

“Talk or I’ll tickle you harder this time!” Shira demanded.

“OK! OK! But please, give me a minute…”I gasped and stammered. I could barely speak the tickling was so bad!

“Why SUUURE! Why didn’t you say so!” Shira said with a a big smile and broke into a little dance with her hands over her head. “Of course you can have some time to gather your thoughts. Just because I’m torturing you doesn’t mean I don’t have a heart! How’s three minutes sound?”

“Good! Good! O thank you” I panted and tried to gather myself.

Shira walked over to wear my head was and said, “I’m sorry I said your feet smelled! I was only trying to embarrass you.”

“It’s alright,” I said, still gasping.

“Want to smell MY feet while you compose yourself!” Shira asked with her socked feet at my head.

“WHAT? NO!”

“Oh go ahead, smell my feet! It’ll take your mind off me tickling you!” Shira laughed stuck her foot under my nose. She had been wearing boots and her socks were gross. “Take a nice whiff! Go ahead!”

I struggled to get my nose away from her feet. “Shira STOP!”

“You think you can tell ME to stop, and expect mercy from me!” Shira yelled whiled thrusting her feet to my face again. “Go on – smell my feet while you ‘compose yourself.’ I have more than one way to torture you, you know!”

It seemed like forever, but about a minute later Shira removed her feet from my nose and sat on the floor next to me. I should have known she wasn’t showing mercy! She was just testing out a new torture.

“Now talk, or I’ll just have to start tickling you again,” Shira said.

“OK, here’s the honest truth. They hired me to spy on you guys and find your plans out! OK?”

“Ah HAH! I knew it! And you were lying to me? You DESERVED to be tortured!” Shira said. “Go on.”

“But I haven’t had a chance to find anything out!” I said rolling to my side but still hogtied. “That was only 3 days ago. And now you’ve got me and are onto me! That’s it! I swear!”

Shira shook her head and stretched out her legs and placed her feet on my midsection. “Tsk tsk tsk. You should NEVER swear. It’s not nice! And you’re STILL lying to me! How dare you!”

Before I could say anything Shira reached up, pulled down her sock (it was a white knee –sock) and pulled out a piece of paper. She showed it to me and my heart sank.

“We found THIS with your things! Obviously you HAVE found stuff out because you’ve been taking notes! What else do you have!”

“Uh..uh..uh ..that’s all I got! Honest! Really!” I squirmed in my handcuffs and ropes but Shira reached down and held me still.

“You expect me to believe you after you’ve already lied to me?” Shira said, tightening the rope that hogtied me and making sure the belt around my feet was still strong. “Last chance, right now! Tell me what you know or I’ll resume with the tickle torture!”

I yelled that I knew nothing else but Shira gave me a disgusted look and got to her feet. She took the duct tape and gagged me, and then swung her feet over me again to hold me in place.

“Well, you sure are a stubborn little one, aren’t you?” Shira said, digging her fingers into my ribs again. “Well, let’s see how you feel after I tickle you for 20 more minutes!”

I screamed into the gag as the tickling started up again, this time harder. I can’t tell you how hard I was laughing.

“I should have gagged you the first time – it’s a lot easier to tickle you without all the screaming,” Shira said as she tickled my feet. “If you think I’m untying you before you talk, you are crazy! You are my prisoner for as long as I want. So TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!!!!”

Keep up the good stories, everyone. And let's loosen up.

I headed into Erin's house. when i got their no one was around. "Erin" I called. "I'm upstairs" I heard her call. I headed upstairs and entered Erin's room when I was jumped by here sister (meghan) and here friends Oliva and Tarra.

I struggled but it was 3 on 1. Eventually they tied me down. Then they walked up and opened the closet were Erin fell out. they caught here when she was dressing. she was in jeans and had no top. she whore a white bra. she was tied up, but not gagged. "Hey" she said. "you set me up" i said angry. Erin shrugged. Erin is about 5,9. blond blue eyed. I'm 5,5 dirty blond hair and brown eyes. 

Anyway we were forced into chairs and i was gagged with a red bandana. Erin was gagged with a light blue bandana. As they left they put on barney msuic and said "have a fun time. We'll pick you up at 11:30." I looked at the clock it read 9:00.

too be continued.

My friend Conner showed me this site and I have been reading them for awhile now. Hes in Scouts and likes to tie me up for practice. lol I tie him up too but mostly its me. Anyway that man who said you can't be hogtied all night or sleep like that. Well, thats not true exactly cause I do at Conners sometimes. If you don't jerk or pull too much on the ropes it don't hurt but you do get a little stiff and sore by in the morning. We sleep in the same bed so I can be let go if I want or get in trouble. And no gag so I won't choke or anything. But he's right you should have someone with you just in case.
I will tell you about our games and bets and stuff we do. Thanks. for all the good stories you guys. Even if they are not all true, they are fun to read.

Jon J.

My brother began begging through his gag, but I paid him no mind as I left the room to go get Josh or Kyle to tie up next. I first had to find some more rope and tape for the other 2 victims. So I searched through Kyle’s house madly. I found what I needed and when I returned to the living room, Josh was gone. Where did he go I thought? If he found My brother and untied him my chances of getting them back would sure be over.

So ran up stairs to find my brother still laying on the floor tied up in his black briefs. So where was Josh? I heard sounds in the bathroom, and knew it must have been him. So I waited by the door for him to come out. And when he did I ambushed him, knocked him to the floor and began tying him up. His yells and protest were soon stopped when I gagged him with his own Socks. One in his mouth the other tied around his head to keep it in. I got over josh and looked him in the eyes and said payback time little josh!

Meanwhile Priscilla (our bibulous, mutant roo mascot) is busily gearing up for Tied & True Tales' 4th birthday a week from now - but she wants to know: where's all the beer she's been asking for? (don't tell Pris that I've been hiding everything - a drunken roo is not a pretty sight, folks) Seriously, joking aside, we would sincerely welcome all story (or pictorial) contributions to help make it a birthday to remember - and that's something we'll drink to! :-)

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

After I got there, I talked to my aunt and uncle for a while, and they left promptly at 2:00. After they left, it was just me and my two cousins, standing in the living room staring at eachother. Heres a synopsis of what they were wearing:

11 Year Old (we will call him Carl): a light blue t-shirt and windpants, with Hanes socks that were gray on the bottom.

9 Year Old (we will call him Mack): a black Yu-Gi-Oh! shirt and jeans, with white socks.

I broke the silence by starting my plan of kidnapping them.

"Hey Carl, do wait in your room for a few minutes, ok?"

"Alright...???" he said.

After he walked down the hall and into his room and shut the door, I quickly spun Mack around and pushed him onto his knees while clamping my hand over his mouth. I then pushed his chest onto the couch.

"Now before I take my hand off, you have to promise not to yell, do u promise?" I asked. He nodded his head.

I took my hand off his mouth and told him to put his hands behind his back (he knew what was coming because I have tied him up lightly before). While he did that I pulled one of the homemade restraints out of my pocket (they are collapsable, so they fit un-noticably) and slid his hands into it. Once they were in, I tightened each one enough so that he couldnt move them, but they didnt hurt too much. Then I produced a bandanna from one of the pockets in my cargo pants, and tied it in between his teeth and around the back of his head.

After I did this, I picked him up onto his feet and walked him into the basement. (They just had the basement re-done, so they had a large bathroom complete with a tub/shower and everything else.) I walked him into the bathroom, then helped him into the bathtub. Once he was in the tub, I put one of his feet in the foot restraints, and then the other foot in the other. I again tightened these enough to restrain him, but no hurt him. Then I made him go onto his stomach, and i pulled his feet up to his hands. I used another single cable tie to tie the two bonds together.

"Now, dont make any noise or else your brother will be suspicious, and dont move around, I wouldnt want you to hurt your head, alright?" I said

Again, he nodded his head in understanding. With that being done, I pulled the shower door shut, and left the bathroom, closing the door. I walked back upstairs and down the hall to Carl's room. I walked in and found him sitting on his desk chair, facing the window. I krept up behind him and quickly wrapped one arm around his upper body, and the other clamped around his mouth. I slowly walked him back to the living room, where I again, made him get on his knees and lean onto the couch.

"Before I take my hand off your mouth, you have to promise not to scream, ok?"

He nodded. I took my hand off his mouth and told him to put his hands behind his back. Again, I pulled the hands into the restraints and tightened them. Then I took a bandana from another pocket and tied it through his teeth and around the back of his head.

I pulled him to his feet, and walked him to the basement. This time, I walked him over to a pole that was supporting the rest of the house. I made him kneel, and then I pulled both of this feet into the restraints. I tigtened the restraints and then made him lie on his side. I then pushed his back to the pole, and pulled him into a hogtie around the pole (so he was on his side hogtied, and the pole was in the middle of the circle he made with his arms and legs) and fastened it with another cable tie.

After I finished this I said:

"I'll be right back to finsih with you."

I then walked upstairs to retreive the roll of duct tape, socks, and rope from my car...

To be continued...

I cut the hogtie and placed him on his stomach. I then took out the bandana, let him breathe for a few seconds, and promptly shoved one of the socks into his mouth and sealed it shut by wrapping tape around his head about 6 times. Much to his protest, I left the gag that way.

Then I cut off the hand restraints. Keeping the hands still behind his back, i started to unpeel the tape from the roll. I taped his wrists across eachother like an X, wrapping each way about 5 times. Then, I cut the restraints off his ankles. I taped them together about 9 or 10 times, and tore the tape off.

Having the main part done, I sat him up and took a few pictures with my camera. Then I wrapped tape around his upperbody about 15 or 20 times, completely imobilizing his upper body. Then I stood him up and wrapped tape around his knees about 13 times.

I took some more pictures and then made him lay back down on his stomach, and I put him into a hogtie. I again, took pictures. After leaving him like this for about an hour (by this time is was about 4:00) I undid the hogtie and carried him upstairs and set him in the living room.

"Now onto Mack." I said.

I walked into the basement bathroom and pulled open the shower door to see Mack exactly how I left him, sleeping.

"Mack, wake up, its time to finish your bindings" I told him.

His eyes opened up and he realized that he was still tied up. I cut the hogtie loose and picked him up. I carried him into the part of the basement that I tied Carl up in. I set him down on his stomach and undid the gag. After letting him breathe for a few seconds, I put a sock into his mouth and used the tape around his head about 10 times.

Then I cut the hand restraints loose, and used the rope to tie his hands together. I wrappped the rope around his hands about 9 times and cinched it off. Then I cut the ankle restraints off and tied his ankles together, wrapping them about 9 times and then cinching it off.

I sat him up and took some pictures. After the photo shoot, I wrapped rope around his upper body, and then his knees. I took some more pictures. Then I put him back on his stomach and put him into a hogtie that was so tight, he could touch his heels. I took pictures, and left him there for an hour or so.

At 5:20, I took the hogtie out of Mack and carried him upstairs, to where his brother Carl was. I went outside and backed my car into the driveway behind the house, and carried each one of them out and into my trunk. 

"Now, we're going on a little ride, so be quiet you too." I said

"MMMMPPPPHHHH!!!" was all they could reply.

I closed the trunk and got into the car. I was driving for about 10 minutes on the main road when I looked into my back mirror. I was immediately blinded by blue and red flashers....

To be continued...

After dinner & cleaning up I changed into my PJs & went into my sisters room to get the 'deal' money, they were all in their PJs & they were all smiling at me in a funny way. As I put my hand out to take the money from my sister who was sitting on the bed,they all suddenly jumped me [none to gentle] & tied,gagged & blindfolded me face down on her bed. I had never been tied up & gagged before ever; I think the ropes were prepaired & hidden under the pillows. They were all telling me the more I struggled the more it would hurt.I could always hold my own against my sister even though she was a lot taller but the 3 of them & supprise no way.I was scared & humiliated & it hurt.

The rope was very rough & cut into my arms,wrists & legs & the jumbo cloth face washer was tied so tight between my teeth that the rope cut the sides of my mouth, something the girls didn't seem to care about.

My sister said "time to teach you a lesson little brother" Just what 'lesson' I was supposed to be learning I did not know. All 3 girls then proceeded to 'tickle torture' me which I hated because the way they did it, it hurt more than tickled, & in between taking photos took turns at doing things to me that are not suitable for mention here.
I can't say that I was 'sexually damaged' but I remember very well what happened.I had to keep the red & raw marks on my arms & legs covered for the next couple of days, & used lots of cold cream on the sides of my mouth.I was confused, hurt & humiliated.

Before they set me free after about 2 hours I don't know, all the girls told me that If told anyone about this that they would deny it & nobody would believe a guy over 3 girls anyway.After that night I hardly ever spoke to Christine again. In the weeks that followed Mum knew that something had happened between us but we both denied it & said nothing & she didn't press it but was sad that I never showed any effection towards Christine.

In the months that followed Christine went from telling me to "stop acting like a wimp" to "be a man & take it" to "grow up" to "it was only a joke" to finally admitting "sorry, we never ment to hurt you or go that far" For me that was to little to late.

After what happened to me I just ask anybody male or female to really think more about your 'victim' & that not all non-consentual tie up games are 'fun' for the 'victim'& can have long lasting effects good or bad.
 

Been gone for awhile, as I save messages on my hard-drive, and wouldn't you know it, it crashed. So I had to get another computer! 

So anybody who e-mailed me before regarding tie-up games, please feel free to do so again!

I saw the officer approaching my car in the rear view mirror.

"Anything wrong officer?" I asked.

"Do you have any idea what the speed limit is around here?" he asked me.

My heart gave a huge sigh of relief (that I was at least not going be arrested...)

"Yes it's..." I said squinting to see the sign further up the road "It's 40, sir."

"And do you know how fast you were going?" he asked.

"No officer, I do not." I could honestly say.

"You were going 50. Where's the fire, I dont see it." he said bitterly.

"Yes well about that officer, my mom called and said that my dad had a heart attack, so I was trying to get to the hospital as fast as I could." I lied.

"Well then, I guess I will let you off with a warning this time, but you better watch out." he said.

"Yes sir, thank you sir." I said, letting a huge sigh of relief out.

As soon as the officer starting walking back to his car, one of my cousins sneezed from the back of the trunk. I heard it loud and clear, and I'm sure the officer did too. He started walking back up to my window, with a disgruntled look on his face....

To be continued...

"So Ally",she inquired.

"Did you here any noises while you were tied up. I hope you did because, the source of those noises is very important to our little weekend here."

I answered the only way I could.

"Mmph?"

She then took out some pictures she had printed off the computer. Of ME.

"Mmpphh!"

"Yep. And I've got a whole other memory chip filled with pictures like these." she said.

"If you try to escape or do anything else I wouldn't like, these go all throughout school and all over the Internet!"

"MMpphh! MMpphh! Mmmmpphhh!"
*No! Please! Don't!* I Mmpphhed desperately.

"So, you'll coperate then, right?"

"Mph-mph," I agreed rather hastily.

"Good. Now then I'll bet you are hungry from all this execitement of changing you sex. I'll go make some lunch."

Had it not been for the pictures, I would have done everything in my power(which was not much) to put her in a bind ten times worse than I was in at the time.

A few minutes later she came back with some sandwiches, two sodas and something else behind her back that I did not see, but could guess very well as to what it was.

She ungagged me, and I was about to speak to protest her taking and printing pictures of me, when she shoved the first bite of food in my mouth. As the meal went on, she would wait for me to finish, but if I tried to speak she would put food or drink in my mouth.

"Great," I thought to myself.

"I'm ungagged, but I still can't speak."

After we were finsihed she regagged me with the panties and some more duck tape she had brought with her, and reapplied the lipstick.

Then she dragged my chair into the living room, and left me there.

"Ally," she started. 
"I need to get some things from the store, so you'll be good by your self, right?"

"Mph! Mmpph Mph Mphmph Mmpphh Mmpphhh Mph Mph?!"
*No! What if someone finds me like this?!*

Almost as if she read my mind or understood gag talk, the next thing she said was,

"Calm down. The curtains on all the windows are closed, and no one except me and my parents have a key. And they are away, so no one will find you here.K?"

This did not decrease my anxiety.

I had apparently annoyed her with my frantic Mmpphhs ,so, she did the thing with the eyeshadow and duck tape again to blindfold me.

"MMMPPHH! Mpphh Mph Mph Mph Mphmph! Mmphh Mmmpphhhh."
*NO! Don't leave me here alone! Come baaaccckk.*

"Awwww! I know you'll miss me baby," she said mock sympahthetacly.

She kissed my cheek again and patted my head affectionetly.

"But I'll be back in an hour. See you then Ally. My sweet, sweet, little girl."

And with that she closed the door to my angry, frightened, and sad Mmphing, silencing it from her ears.

To be continued.

I plan to finish my story in another 2 or three parts. 

"What was that noise?" he asked me.

"What noise officer?" I said, acting innocent.

"The noise coming from your trunk, I heard it with my own ears." he said in a disgruntled way.

"Oh my car sometimes...sputters and it sounds like its sneezing...???"

"I'll need you to ope..." he was interupted by the dispatcher.

"Calling all units K59-K65, calling all units K59-K65, we have a robbery in progress." she called over the radio.

"Alright I'll let you go now, and remember, SLOW DOWN." he said as he ran back to his car and sped away.

After that whole ordeal was taken care of, I drove back to the house and backed the car in behind it. I opened the trunk to see that my cousins had struggled a lot, but to no avail. I picked each one up and took them back into the house. I sat each one on a chair, and then duct taped them to it. After that, I took some more pictures and then I taped the chair back to back, taking more pictures.

After leaving them there for 5 hours (it was now 11:00)I came and untaped the two chairs. I let Mack do first since he was tied up first, and made him promise never to tell anyone what had happened or else these pictures would be published all over the internet and that I would kidnap him for real. He promised and ran off to get ready for bed. I then untied Carl and made him promise the same thing. It was 11:45 by the time they were ready, and I decided to help rub/wash away the marks from their bindings.

"Goodnight guys, and remember, this is not where it ends." I said as I closed the door...

Sarah's Revenge Part 5: Toilet Tied

When I left off, Sarah had left me bound, gagged, blindfolded, and crossdressed in the middle of her living room.

I had stopped struggling and Mmpphhing, knowing that it was not going to be any easier, then when I had started, to escape(which was pretty much impossible).

All this time alone in silence could have given me time to think to myself about any number of things. 

Unfortunately all this had accomplished was to make me need to pee EXETREMELY desperately(If you read my story from the beginning you would know I had been tied up since 8 a.m., and it was now sometime after lunch).

I started to moan and stuggle again, trying to futily escape.

When she got back, she saw me acting up and removed my blindfold to see what was wrong. 
When I caught a glimpse of the clock, I saw it was 3 p.m. It had taken her 2 hours before she had gotten back. 

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"D'you need to go pee?"

"Mmph-Mmphh," I answered back.
I gave her the best pitiful look my eyes could muster, wrongly thinking that she wouldn't untie me.

"You don't need to do that," she said, much to my relief.

"I'm not that cruel. Besides, I don't want you to stain my panties or my rug."

I gave her the best thank you look that I could, as she dragged my chair down the hall, towards her bathroom.

When we got ther she cut the tape that bound me to her chair, and the crotch tape as well, but left the tape she had applied, before I was tied to the chair, and sat me down on the toilet seat.
I wondered why she didn't untie me all the way when she said,

"Wait here while I get some stuff for the bathroom,okay?" 
Then she playfully slapped me on the butt, and left me wondering why she just didn't untie me all the way.

She came back with some rope, and tied me to the toilet tank with some rope around my waist.
She then secured my already tape bound ankles to the base of the toilet and tied rope my over my lap and under the bowl. 

"This is part of teaching you to act feminine Ally," she said, with her now constant smirk.
"You need to learn to use the toilet like a girl."

At this point the taunts did nothing,as I was preoccupied with holding it in, knowing that she probably would not let me shower, should I wet my panties.
I frantically Mmpphhed again(I seem to have gotten good at that.) to reinforce the urgency of the situation, which she seemed to have forgotten.

"Alright!" she said.

"Don't get your panties in a knot! After all, I'M the one stuck cleaning up the mess if you have an accident."

She then cut the tape binding my thighs together, and slipped my panties down to my knees.

"I'll give you ten minutes if you need to do anything else aside from pee."

Then she closed the door and left.

A wave of ectasy swept over me, as I relieved myself.
I hadn't used the bathroom for SEVEN HOURS!
After that, I waited the remainder of the ten minutes for her to come back. I heard a knock and then Sarah's voice inquired. 

"Are you finished yet?"

I answered with a loud Mmph-Mmphh, so she could hear me through the door. 

She came back in, pulled my panties back up, flushed me, redid my crotch and my thigh taping, and laid me on the floor.

Then, she took out a roll of duck tape and pulled my ankles back to reach my wrists, despite my Mmphs of protest(Like that was a surprise). I knew what was coming next. She then wrapped tape around my wrists and ankles 10 times to form a hogtie. 

"Well, looks like we're all finished," she said, with some triumph.

She went to get her digital camera and took some pictures of me like this. 

"I'm gonna go into the other room and get things ready for your next tie. I only hogtied you so you wouldn't crawl away, so if it's uncomfortable you won't have to spend long like this."

I Mmphed my usual resigned and resentful Mmph, and wondered what she would do next as she walked out of the door, to prepare her dunge-I mean, room, for my next confining tie.

To be continued.
 

       Something hit me hard in the head. I woke up. 
       “Ahhh…” I moaned, and opened my eyes, rubbing the aching forehead with my right hand. One of the twins, seemingly profoundly asleep, lay on his back next to me, with his bound hands resting on my chest. I turned my head sidewards. 
       “What did you hit me for?” I cried. The auburn-haired kid, still dreaming, mumbled something unintelligible and then he was quiet. 
       “Never mind, thanks for waking me up,” I said with sarcasm. Gently, I lifted the boy's arms and placed them on his belly. 
       “Whoa, they did keep them tied up all night!” I thought, astonished. 
       “Wait a second, how come my hands are free?” I stared uncomprehendingly at them. Last thing I remembered about the previous night was drifting to sleep with my wrists tied in front of me! 
       The curiosity of knowing if anyone else was awakened interrupted my thoughts, and hastily forced me out of the warm sleeping-bag. I sat, gazed at the sleeping boyscouts for a moment, yawned, and waited until my grogginess was over. Without further ado, I stood and tip-toed my way out, careful not to step on anyone. 
       It was very early in the morning, just after dawn. The ground and leaves under my feet were moist and its characteristic cool breeze that crept from the high hills through the woods struck me like cold water(After all, all I had on were my underwear!), caressing my bare skin and hair, and making me shiver instantaneously. Therefore I hurried my pace to the forest and after finding out all were still sleeping, I set to arrange the fireplace so I could warm myself up. I learned, however, this was not an easy task – at least for me – and was getting pretty nervous; no results came from my efforts whatsoever. 
       While I knelt there, trying to light that damn fire, I heard steps from behind and whirled quite fast this time (I had been caught twice like that already), my heart pouncing intensely. But whom I saw just some meters away, instead of frighten me, made me laugh: the well-built twin stood there, shirtless and short less, with his hands and feet bound, even more rope around his upper body, hopping desperately in my direction. 
       “Hey, you! Please, help! 
       “Remember me? I'm Dan! my brother and I were staked out with you last night,” the boy began shouting; I stood up, ran as fast as I could and clamped one hand over his mouth and grasped the back of his head with the other. 
       “Mpphhhhh..” 
       “Shut up! Are you trying to get us into more trouble?!!” I yelled at him, looking straight into his light brown eyes, but maintained my voice down. Captors certainly don't look kindly on noisy prisoners who wander outside without supervision. 
       Dan kept whimpering under my hand and twisting his head; he looked me with pleading eyes, showing a restless expression on his face, like he truly had to say something important, so I let him speak. 
       “Thank God I found you. Sorry ‘bout my screaming like that but Nick, I really need your help man,” he whispered thankfully. 
       “What's the problem?” I asked. 
       “Look, ‘bout an hour ago I woke up because of...ehhh…uhhh…let's say nature's call. But as I am,” he motioned his bound hands and feet, “it's impossible to go and neither of the guys inside would like bein' bothered by a newbie like me. “ 
       He gasped for breath and continued, 
       “So I tried working the bindings with my teeth, but the knots were just too tight.” These kid's knots had – as always – been thoroughly tied and secured, leaving escape only feasible with assistance. 
       “When I saw you getting out I thought ‘hey, he might help me', so, here I am,” Dan explained very quickly. I chuckled. 
       He had managed to get out from the sleeping-bag still bound, stand up(don't ask me how) and hop all the way out! I smiled again at the distress of 12 year-old Dan who had by this time grabbed his crotch and started giving little jumps of impatience. 
       “Okay, I'll untie you Dan, but be quiet.” I said and a broad grin appeared in the boyscout's emaciated face. 
       “Thanks Nick!” he said while I unwrapped the rope which pinned the arms to his bare sides. 
       “You don't know how much I appreciate it; I would even hug you if I could. I've been holding myself for an hour now!!!” 
       As soon as I freed his ankles, Dan said, “That's enough, I can't hold it any longer!” and made a dash for the woods trying to keep balance with his hands still tightly bound together in front. When he returned his face had changed to one of relief; the boy sat calmly on the log next-to me and inspected my attempt of a bonfire, which –to my embarrassment – elicited a giggle from him. 
       “Having trouble settin' up the fire?” he mocked. 
       “Kind of,” I replied dejectedly. 
       Without uttering a word, Dan arranged some sticks and twigs above large stumps, and then ret-hot wood with dry leaves were put together in the center. First came smoke, but – aided by the boyscout with a soft blow at the bottom – it soon awakened to a majestic fire so powerful I had to back off not to get burnt. 
       “I was getting there,” was all my pride allowed me to say. He had done it in two minutes (I had been trying for twenty) and accomplished the task much more effectively than I could have ever done – yet with his hands tied. 
       “Yeah right,” said Dan finally and smiled. 
       With the bonfire crackling before us and heating two mugs of coffee I had managed to retrieve from the tent without being noticed, we chatted about nearly everything: school, boyscouts, music and – last but definitely not least – tie up games. He was 12 and the level of TUGs he had been playing with his brother at home suddenly leapt to a major scale when, that Sunday, they had decided to join their Church's boyscout troop. At Sunday-school, while folks attended Mass, Dan told me, he and his brother had overheard a conversation between some members of the group. If my memory hasn't failed me, it had gone something like this: 

       “…yes, more rope; and duct tape too, of course,” said Klaus who sat on a desk-chair beside Mike. The twins, sitting just behind them, surprised by the unexpected mention of binding material, strained their ears instantaneously and leaned forward to try to catch every bit of information. 
       “I talked to Adrian already,” began saying Mike almost in a whisper tone,” they're gonna come on Wednesday to our camp, sleep there – no surprise attacks guys – and first time in the morning battle is on. Okay?” The other boys nodded enthusiastically. Billy and Dan paid no further attention to the young preacher talking in front of the class and both their eyes and ears concentrated on every gesture and word between Mike and his mates. 
       “ Adrian also told me they were bringing a new guy, so we'll have some night fun instead. Not too harsh stuff, just trussing the kid up good to scare him; you know how we deal with new ones…” 
       “All right!” the boyscouts cheered. ”Fresh meat!” one said. Dumbfounded, the twins looked at each other with happiness and thrill; open-mouthed at the sudden discovery of other kids who enjoyed doing the same thing they so loved. 
       They had just moved in to the neighborhood two weeks ago and did not know whether they'd continue assisting to boyscouts' activities – until now. Needless to say, there had been tie-up situations back in the boys' former group, but not as exciting and promising as the prospect of this patrol's plans for the week. Through the unspoken agreement, one look and a mutual nod, - that special understanding, almost telepathic, all twins seem to have with each other – both boys decided without thinking twice that they'd become boyscouts again and join them. 
       “Excuse me, you're Mike, right?” asked Dan sheepishly, interrupting their conversation. The boys turned around and Mike answered affirmatively. 
       “Hi, I'm Dan and this is my brother Billy. We're new here and we were wondering if we could join the church's boyscout group. You do have one, don't you?” 
       “Yes we have,” answered Klaus surprised, “Sure, we can put you in Sam's patrol which – “ 
       “Actually, we wanted to be in your patrol, Mike,” Dan broke in hastily. “You see, my brother and I, we…hem…uh… ” 
       “- like to tie each other up,” completed Billy and put an arm around his brother. 
       “Dan here usually does the rope-work and I think his only purpose of living is to tie me up.” Dan blushed, but quickly said,” He is always asking me to tie him up! What can you say, Billy? I can't remember one single day you didn't spend an hour or two tied up in some way!” Now Billy lowered his head to hide the blushing, light locks of auburn hair covering his forehead. There was a general laughter. 
       “Silence boys,” echoed the man in front. They suppressed their laughter but no one said a word, for the boyscouts were still a little bit shocked by the revelations of these two kids who seemingly were extreme enthusiasts of tie-up games. 
       “Mike, the thing is that we couldn't help hearing the conversation you had with your friends a moment ago about TUGs,” confessed Dan,” It sure looks like lot of fun.” 
       “We would love to play too!” 
       “Yeah, we'll be nice and do as told,” Billy added, almost begging. 
       “Well…” Mike looked around at his chums, thought and pondered for a while; then he replied, “Okay!” with a big grin. 
       According to Dan's story, while they were thanking him, saying they'd give them no trouble and that they'd not regret it, someone knocked at the door to tell the preacher he had an urgent phone call. The man said he'd be right back and asked the oldest student, Mike, to continue reading. Mike stood and went to the front of the room, leaving an empty seat between Collin and Klaus. 
       “Hey Billy, come here and sit with us,” said Collin glancing backwards. The boy got up, went all the way round but before he could sit, his brother came running, knocked him to the ground and stole his place. 
       “Dan, that's my seat!” 
       “I got here first!” 
       With that, they began arguing, calling each other names. One wanted to sit and the other told him to piss off. Their voices soon rose to a point where they shouted. Mike, who had been reading aloud and was at this moment obviously annoyed by that interruption, ordered, 
       “You two, the twins, stop it. I'll tell you this only once: sit down and shut up.” Mike resumed his teaching. 
       “Okay, you heard him; give me my chair and go sit somewhere else,” said Billy who was standing, to his brother. 
       Dan sternly replied,” YOU go sit somewhere else!” 
       That last phrase must have got to Billy's nerves, for he immediately tried to pull Dan out of the seat by the arms; and failing doing so, he dragged the chair along with Dan a few meters. The noise it produced echoed loudly in the room – and in the head of a really upset Mike. 
       “Dan, Billy; come here! Now! I've had enough of your quarrelling.” He placed the book on the table and looked fiercely at them. 
       The twins froze. Slowly and shyly, Dan first, then Billy, walked to the center of the room where a chair had been previously placed. It was the teacher's chair, a large one with armrests and high quilted backrest, wide enough for two 12 year-old boys fit – or, more appropriately, squeeze – in. 
       “Sorry Mike, it won't happen again. “ There was a trace of fear in the boys' voice; but not fear of the punishment they'd receive however. They were afraid Mike would not allow them to participate in the games anymore. 
       “Exactly. It won't.” Not wasting his time, Mike grasped Dan's hands by the wrists with one hand while he wound thin cotton rope around them with the other. Always deliberate and thorough, Mike tightened each loop to leave no precious slack for struggling. 
       “This will show you not to fool around when I'm talking,” he said. 
       First horizontally; then came the vertical cinching between the wrists, locking hands together snugly but comfortably: it did not cut off circulation or hurt (well, not too much!). Mike made sure the knots were well beyond the reach of Dan's fingers before going on. 
       “Sit.” Dan was pushed down on the chair, to the right side, and his ankles and knees were deftly bound in the same fashion. Next he took an additional coil of rope, placed Dan's already restrained arms on his lap and lashed them there to the thighs, pinning the boy's hands down. More rope was wrapped around Dan's chest and arms to attach his extremities closer to his body; and to completely immobilize the poor boy, one end of a short piece of rope was tied at the ankles, brought down the chair and behind, being finally lashed to the backrest's support. With each pull Mike gave on the rope, more Dan's feet were lifted off the ground, and when he was satisfied that the height and tension of the cord would not allow his prisoner to move his legs, he tied it off securely with a sturdy knot. 
       In the meantime, Billy stood there watching, delighted, as his twin brother was strictly restrained to the point that moving an inch was impossible without falling off the chair. He could not wait his turn to be tied up - that passive expectancy excited Billy tremendously. When Mike turned to Billy, he had already placed his hands in front, fingers intertwined. 
       Mike smiled. 
       “Oh, a willing captive,” he said. All around the other kids burst out laughing. 
       The remaining boy put up no resistance (like if it would have done any good if he had!) and within minutes Billy lay tightly tied up in the chair next to his brother. Look the same and all tied up the same. Dan was lashed separately to the right armrest and Billy to the left one. Furthermore, Mike wound new rope around both of the boys' arms and chests, around the backrest and around the boys' bodies again; thus they were brought closer as one and their movements were greatly – and further - reduced. 
       While Mike checked the bonds, the twins, like good captives, tested their bonds by giving the usual struggling and squirming which always turns out unsuccessfully and pointless in continuing, for it invariably leads to nice rope burns. Mike stepped back to admire his handiwork. It's this sight of a well trussed up prisoner, helpless (you've done a good job) and at one's mercy (you have complete control), that pleases a captor the most. The tying finished, Mike headed to the teacher's desk and after rummaging inside one of the drawers, pulled out a shiny silver roll of duct tape. 
       “And this,” said Mike and tore two large strips of tape,” will teach you to shut up when I am talking.” With that he plastered one strip on each of Dan's and Billy's mouths, smoothing the surface with his fingers from cheek to cheek, making sure it stuck to their small faces and effectively kept their lips sealed. More chuckles came from the spectators when the twins began mpphing into their gags. 
       “Don't you dare take those off,” he ordered. As it is well known, single strips of tape fall off easily if worked with tongue and jaw. “I would have stuffed you too if I had something clean… but don't you think I won't use your dirty socks if you force me to; and that wouldn't be nice, would it?” 
       Both shook their heads vigorously. 
       “Good, so stay there and pay attention.” With the twins quiet now, Mike went on reading, glancing occasionally at them. 

       Eventually, after thirty minutes, the teacher returned and when he entered the classroom. He stopped, stunned at the sight of Dan and Billy tied up in his chair. 
       “Oh Mike, not again! This is these boys' first class and you're already tying them up!” 
       “But Mr.____, they didn't let me read!” Mr. ____ covered his face with his hands. 
       “They seem more calmed now, so could you please release them?” Mike hesitated. 
       “Do I really have to?” 
       “Yes!” 

       “After they untied us,” Dan continued telling me, “We were introduced to every member of Mike's patrol. They told us that, since we were new, we must undergo an initiation: straight 24 hours tied up and, this is the tricky part, if we asked to be freed, for any reason, it would start all over again. 
       “My brother and I have been bound for 22 hours now – I think -, since yesterday at 7 am when Mike kidnapped us from home,” Dan said. 
       “Why didn't you tell me I wasn't supposed to untie you? I freed you just some minutes ago,” I asked worriedly while we drank hot coffee. 
       “Nah, never mind. My hands are still bound,” he lifted them up, “ so technically I'm not ‘free'. 
       “It's not a great deal you know, well at least not when compared to what you went through yesterday. The guys told me you had quite a night with them, hehehe,” he mocked again. 
       “You can't even imagine; I was so exhausted by the time they were finished that I didn't even notice when they untied my hands. This morning though, your brother woke me up by hitting me in the freaking head!” 
       “Hahahahaha! That's just like Billy. It was not on purpose, believe me. He's a sleepwalker you know, moves a lot in his sleep and it's very hard to wake him up.” 
       “Really? I know someone just –mphhhhhhffff!!!!” I was cut in mid sentence when a hand suddenly clamped over my mouth. I began breathing heavily; I looked at Dan and he had also been handgagged, by Klaus!! 
       “Nick, what the hell you think you're doing here?” said Mike in my ear, who kept his hand firmly placed over my mouth to muffle any sudden cry for help. They dragged us back into the tent - almost everybody was already up – and they pinned us down to the ground. 
       “What if someone saw you? They'd say: look how Mike doesn't take care of his prisoners; they go out loose and with no guards!” I was still trying to recover from the shock and just lay quietly there under the boyscout's grips. 
       “Let's get him ready. Adrian will be up in any minute, ” said Klaus. James and Gus quickly tied my hands together with torn clothes behind my back and my elbows as well. One boy squatted beside me holding two wadded socks in his hands. 
       “Open wide!” he said. I obeyed reluctantly and the bundle was shoved deep into my mouth. To hold the socks in place they added a line of clothed which was forced between my teeth and tightly tied off behind my head. They helped me on my feet. Only then I was able to catch a glimpse of Mike's face, and I could tell he was mad, real mad. 
       “Where's Collin? He was supposed to be keeping an eye on them!” roared Mike. A sleeping-bag was opened to my right and there he was, all curled up and profoundly sleeping like a baby. Mike looked down at him contemptuously. 
       “This is gonna be way too cruel, let's go outside,” said Klaus. They slipped my shorts up and marched me out of the tent. As we walked away, I could hear the boy behind me: first cries of regret; then pleading, followed by screams and cries for help. And after that, all sounds coming from the tent were faint and unintelligible mphhhhhhhhfffffs. 

What did Mike and the others do to Collin? Where was I taken to? Did the battle began that day? Read next part and find out!
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As Mabel was saying goodbye to the rest of her guests and thanking them for coming, me and Jenny had decided to help clean up all the mess made by everyone. As we were picking up the trash, Jenny noticed that Mabel hadn't opened any of her gifts yet. She then looked over at me and wondered what I had gotten her as a present:

Jenny: "So what'd you get her?"

Me: "Hehe. I'm not telling you, what'd you get her?"

Jenny: "I got her a pair of gloves from Gap. They were on sale, so I bought two. One for me, and one for Mabel. Gotta love stuff on sale."

Me: "You're such a cheapskate. I'm gonna buy you a really cheap gift when your birthday comes then. Let's see how you feel then."

Jenny: "Aww...I'll make it up to her on her next birthday. Plus, I was kinda short on cash since I don't get my paycheck until next week. So what'd you get her? I told you what I got for her, now you tell me."

Me: "Well...I got her a pair of cuffs from the joke shop near my house. I figured that since she was getting into this kind of stuff and all, it would make a good gift for her to use maybe."

Jenny: "You probably just wanna see her in those cuffs, don't you?"

Me: "Hehe, yeah...um, let's just keep cleaning up, shall we?"

So we contined helping with the clean up until Mabel came back and thanked us for staying to help her. She then suggested that we could clean up faster if we took separate rooms instead of us cleaning each room one by one. So I ended up cleaning the kitchen, Jenny cleaned upstairs, and Mabel cleaned the living room. When I was almost done with cleaning, I felt a pair of arms grab me from behind, forcing my hands behind me as another pair of arms placed a pair of handcuffs around them.

Me: "Hey! What are you guys doing?"

Mabel: "Hehe, we're just getting back at you for that time you tied us up at your house. Your cuffs look great on you!"

Jenny: "Yeah, it's your turn now to be our prisoner instead of the other way around."

The two girls then led me into the living room, taking one of the kitchen chairs with them. I saw some ropes on the floor already, which Mabel must've grabbed from her basement as I was cleaning. They made me sit upright on the chair and taking a long rope, tied my upper body to the chair to make sure I wouldn't go anywhere. They then tied my knees together, cinching them tightly together. Finally, they tied my ankles together and secured them to on of the chair legs. Mabel then went back to the kitchen and came back with a dish rag, which was used as a gag for me.

Jenny: "There, now he looks like one of your presents, all nicely wrapped up."

Mabel: "Hehe, aww...look at him struggle. He looks so cute like that." (pinches cheek)

Jenny: "Hey, you know what we should do? We should tickle him just like that time when he tickled us over at his house."

Mabel: "Good idea."

At this point, I mmphed loudly into my gag as Jenny took off my shoes and socks and Mabel lifted my shirt up. They then tickled me mercilessly on my tummy and feet, causing me to struggle more with my bonds, trying to avoid their fingers. They would tickle me slow at first, and then faster and I couldn't stop laughing through my gag. Finally, when it looked like I was almost out of breath (as if I wasn't already), they stopped tickling me and gave me a break. Mabel said she was gonna get me a glass of water and headed back into the kitchen, leaving Jenny to watch over me.

Jenny: "Having any fun?"

Me: "Mm-mm." (shaking my head no)

Jenny: "Aw, poor dear, you'll just have to stay that way a little bit longer."

Me: "Mmph."

Mabel then came back from the kitchen and from my vision, snuck up behind Jenny and tackled her onto the floor. Mabel had gotten the upperhand of Jenny and held Jenny's hands behind her.

Jenny: "What are you doing? You're supposed to be on my side."

Mabel: "Hehe, I know. I'm just giving K.C. some company with you as another prisoner."

Jenny: "But you already got me back for last time, this is so unfair!"

Mabel: "Well, it's my birthday anyways, so I get to do as I want."

Mabel then grabbed one of the ropes next to her and proceeded to tie Jenny's hands behind her with her hands crossed over each other. She then took another length of rope and tied it around Jenny's ankles, making sure to cinch between her booted feet. She then lifted Jenny off the floor and helped her move towards the couch, where she had her lay on her stomach. Taking her last piece of rope, she tied one end to Jenny's ankle ropes and connected it to her wrist ropes, making the heels of her boots barely touch her fingers in this effective hogtie. Mabel then went to grab another dish rag from the kitchen and used that to gag Jenny as she had done with me. She then lifted up Jenny's blouse to expose her stomach and tickled her all over, as Jenny was helpless to get away. Jenny would try to turn away from Mabel, but Mabel would always either tickle her sides to make her turn back or tickle her fully exposed stomach. I just watched Mabel tickle Jenny relentlessly, causing Jenny to struggle madly. In fact, she had struggled so much, her miniskirt had gone up a little, exposing her undies. I just smiled under my gag, and was aroused from watching Jenny's struggles. Of course, Mabel hadn't forgotten about me and went back to tickling my stomach and feet, alternating between me and Jenny until we got tired. Finally, when Mabel had enough of tickling us, she untied both of us from our bonds and uncuffed my hands. She thanked us again for all the fun she had with us and for helping her earlier with clean up. Jenny and I both agreed that we had fun as well and thanked Mabel for inviting us over to her party. We then said our goodbyes and headed back home, wondering about our next tie-up adventure together...

I stood back and looked at these fools and just laughed my ass off at how sad they looked. I knew I would show them no mercy, because they had shown me none. I told josh “I bet you guys regret ever attacking me, bringing me here, and making me wet myself”.

All that was left was Kyle! I told my brother & josh that I would be right back, and that someone else would soon join them. As I turned to leave the room all I could hear was them trying to protest through there gags. I was loving this. I got to the living room and there laid Kyle sound a sleep. He would soon join my brother and josh tied up in his underwear.

I told him he was going get payback just like my brother & josh would. I ordered him to stand up and walk to his room. Once he got in there he saw My brother & Josh laying tied up and gagged wearing only there underwear and he right away began pleading with me to let him go. I said not a chance in hell and pantsed him. Kyle was wearing red boxer briefs, and he looked good in them.

I told him to show me to his underwear drawer and he did. I went through his undies until I found some Tighty Whities. I told him to open his mouth. He first protested but I said look all your doing is pissing me off more so that’s just fine with me. He then gave in and opened wide. I shoved the briefs in and then used the tape to hold them. I told him to go lay down next to his friends and he did.

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Ok, now that that's sorted, on with the story lol. Ok, so my whole family are in Ciara's house having a BBQ. Ciara and I were up in her room listening to her music, and just generally chatting, while waiting for our food. Our parents were out in the garden all chatting, while Graham, Luke, and Adam were all in the sitting room watching TV. That was fine, then I suggested that went down to join the guys, cos there might be someting good on the telly. We headed downstairs, and in to the sitting room. I knew her brother's well enough, and we usually got on fine, and vice versa eith Ciara and Adam. Sure enough they were there, and they were watching some weird detective program. (don't ask me why!) It was just on a part where someone was being kidnapped, (which looked tense, judging by the expressions on the guys' faces) when Ciara said:

"Is there nothing good on?!"

Graham just ssshhhhhed her, but she rolled her eyes and continued:

"It's not fair though, you've been watching tv all day, let us watch what we want! This isn't even interesting anway, it's so stupid!"

Now, I just sat there not even listening to her, cos I'm well used to her argueing with her brothers lol. Once again, all the guys ignored her. Taking action Ciara was in the process of getting up to switch the channel, when Luke jumped up, and said:

"Don't you dare! Do it, and you'll pay!"

Ciara, (laughing) said:

"Or what, you'll capture me, and tie me up like this idiot on the tv??!"

She laughed, and switched the channel, despite the glares from the guys. 

There was no time for any response however, because my Dad popped his head around the corner shouting (deliberatly):

"Dinner!!" (making us all jump lol)

So we all left the room, the usual way (pushing and shoving to get out first). Then after dinner when my parents were leaving, Adam and I pleaded with them to allow us to stay the night. Ciara's parents were ok with it, so my parents said yes. So Adam and I went back to the house (we only live down the road) to get our stuff. Ciara and I didn't get much sleep that night, cos anytime we even tried to sleep, we were woken with loud converstaion from her brothers' room. We couldn't even make out what they were saying, we only cared that it was loud! lol Eventually though, Ciara's parents had enough, and told them to settle down.

The next morning, (Friday) her parents left early to do some shopping. We arose at about 11am, and the guys weren't up yet. We got dressed, went down to have some breakfast, and planned out what we would maybe do that day. We had decided to go to the beach, as it was such a nice day, and then maybe meet up with our boyfriends' later. We went in to the sitting room and headed for the stereo.

"Finally! we actually have the sitting room to ourselves!"

I just laughed and said:

"Come on, they're not THAT bad! Adam's way worse, he NEVER lets me in the sitting room when he has friends in! He's so mean!"

We turned on the stereo. After much "rocking out" to Green Day, we heard footsteps upstairs. We giggled, thinking that we probably woke them all up. They didn't appear for a good 20 minutes though. Adam came down in between and said to me, 

"Isabel, turn down the music! It's so f*cking loud!"

I just stuck my tongue out at him and turned it up louder! Ciara laughed. he glared at me, and left the room and went back upstairs. Feeling good, we high fived lol. Just then, Graham called Ciara from the stairs. I turned the music right down, sao we could hear him.

"Ciara come here for a second, can you show me how to work this computer?"

She rolled her eyes:

"Are you that stupid that you can't figure it out for yoursef?!"

We both laughed.

"Well if you won't help me, then I'll just have to use the one in your room!"

Ciara immediatly jumped up, and ran in to the hall, and up the stairs. (She didn't like them being in her room lol) I heard footsteps upstairs, and the ocassional yell about "Don't go near my room!" I just decided to turn on the tv to drown out the noise, while waiting for Ciara to come back. I was mesmorised by a very fascinating episode of "Murder She Wrote", that I didn't notice 10 minutes going by. I figured that Ciara had given in, and was actually helping her brother! I walked out in to the hall, and looked up the stairs, but everything was so quiet. I called her name 3 times, but no one answered. That's when I realised:

"Shit, something isn't right."

They were all upstairs, and there was no music or anything playing, so there was no excuse for no one not to anser me. I was getting a little bit anxious. I hadn't thought anything "bad" had happened, but at the same time, I was so confused as to why no one answered me! I waited another minute or so, and then decided to go up and see what was going on. I walked up the stairs, and walked in to Ciara's room, only to find (to my horror) Graham and Luke tying her up!! Adam was standing back laughing, and Graham and Luke had Ciara on the floor, tying her wrists behind her back, and tying her ankles together. She was clearly trying her best to escape, but it wasn't really working. Then all looked up and saw me open mouthed in shock. Ciara screamed out, 

"Run! Run!"

"What?!" I thought to myself.....what the hell is going on?!! Adam stood up grinning, Luke quickly gagged Ciara with a bandana, and he and Graham all stood up also. They were all looking at me, as if I was next or something. They edged towards me, and I quickly shuffled backwards.

"Woah, woah, woah.....What are you doing? Don't come near me! I didn't do anything to you!"

They stopped edging towards me, and I felt a slight sense of relief.

"Remember yesterday when Ciara tried to turn off the tv channel, and we told her she'd pay if she did? Well guess what? She did, and she paid."

Adam pointed to Ciara in a heap on the floor, trying her best to attack the secure ropes she was tied up with. I was completely shocked, and confused!!

"But, but, that was a joke, right? You always say stuff like that to eachother! Why is this time any different?!"

"Well lets just say we learned a thing or two from that show we were watching yesterday, he he."

Graham grinned evilly. I was so gobsmacked. I wasn't expecting this at all. Nothing like this ever happened before, and this was a side not only from Graham & Luke, but from Adam that I had never seen before!!

"But that's got nothing to do with me, it's not my fault, I didn't say anything yesterday!"

I felt better coming out with those words, because I was right. I didn't do anything.

"Yeah, but you woke us all up this morning with your music, and when Adam asked you to turn it down, you wouldn't.......That's being disobedient."

Luke said that as if it was a crime or something!!

"WHAT?! So??! It was my favourite song! He was totally out of order telling em what to do in someone elses house!"

I glared at Adam while saying it. I couldn't believe this was happeneing to Ciara and I. I glanced over at her, and gulped thinking that I could be next.

"Well, that's not what we heard.....now, we can do this the easy way......or the hard way."

My eyes darted back over to Graham, who pulled out some rope from his pocket and held it up. I was feeling a slightly bit intimidated. My only thought...........RUN!!!

To be continued..........
 

Currently we have a Scandinavian show running with participants from Norway and Sweden.

What I like about the show in particular is that you get to watch many cute girls, often lightly dressed...drool!

In one of the team competitions the participants were required to be subject to different kind of torture treatments such as having their legs waxed and laying on a nail-matress. 

For guys with my special interest, tickling, there was also a tickling-competition, hurray!

Better still, one of the victims was one of the cute girls.

I have posted three pictures of this in my folder "PH's album" on

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/canuckstug/

Hope you like it, and I wish people could post more photos in the canuckstug club.

A friend Rich (18) and I were out for a drive on a Saturday when he said lets liven this up, I asked how and he said that neither of us know this area how about we take it in turns to choose direction at each junction loser gets cuffed. I agreed quickly as he did not know that I knew the area like the back of my hand. After 5 junctions each he said this is getting boring, I agreed said OK lets get back to a main road, but give it to more each, your go. He said next right, we got to junction and showed deadend, but he insisted just to be shore. Got to end it was a farm so he agreed he lost I cuffed his hands behind his back then added thumbcuffs. He could not get out and took him home in car like that. There are pics on the following site http://groups.yahoo.com/group/canuckstug/ 

www.bigbrother.se

all the text is in Swedish, but click on "deltagare" to get participants, then "Britt" that is the girl in the photos, then "bilder" to get pictures. You then get a calendar and I think theese are under March 15 or thereabouts.

Another very good site for pictures of ordinary people tied up is "Bondage in Ordinary Life" at:

http://www.thebielsite.com/

The party was at Kristens house and Joe, David and I got there early and borrowed a key to the back door so we could jump in and suprise people. Kristen's parents were out of town so there were no adults and we carefully planned out the night. Then we heard the first car and hid in the closet. Kristen had a huge walkin closet about thirty feet long and most of it was empty. About half an hour later we heard them start watching Bring it On. We slowly snuck out and waited by the door to the bathroom on every floor. They were all spending the night so they would have to go to the bathroom eventually. We had military walkie talkies and three roles of duct tape each. I had the first capture. I was on the first floor and one of the girls came around the corner and went in. When she came out i Hand gagged her and pulled her upstairs. We quickly strapped her to a pole in the closet and gagged her. We told her to relax and that we would let her go eventually. Then joe got another one. We carried her over to One of the cabinets and securely tied her wrists knees ankles and gagged her. The night proceeded and then Kristen came to my bathroom. I waited and quickly turned her around. I hand gagged her and waited untill she recoqnized me than i quickly kissed her and told her what we were doing. She then turned to run and i jumped on her. I quickly gagged her with the tape and pulled her wrists together and taped them. Then i carried her upstairs and laid her on her bed. I laid her and tied her spread eagle. I then went downstairs and saw there was no one left. We had captured all sixteen cheerleaders and they were all in the closet except Kristen. We untied one and made a run for it. Then we jumped in my car and headed for home. 

Anyway enough hysterical dribble (got any idea how hard it is controlling Priscilla’s beer intake while she celebrates this momentous occasion?) – on with the good stuff! Today we’ve got TWO brand-new pictorial galleries (featuring “Bed Bound – bedroom bondage!” and “Playscan Rainwear”), 9 all-new stories, 3 updated serials (including the latest chapters of “Donor” and “Relaxation Therapy”) along with another review, this time of A Foreign Affair along with several links. 

Anyway, on with the show - As usual, check out the Updates page to find out what’s new at www.restrainedtastes.com/ttt

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For you guys who have not read part 7, there is still time. Same thing E-mail me and i will send it right out.

On another note as soon as i have finished this story i will be making a new story that will start off being posted right here on the board. So stay tuned. 

My parents left for work 1/2 hour before Jace was supposed to arrive. Usually, Jace was a little bit early. 

I planned to kidnap Jace for fun. I gathered some stuff (silver duct tape and three 10 foot ropes). I would hide behind my front door, and when he came in, and perform the kidnap. 

Jace arrived 5 min. early. He opened the door, took off his shoes, and started to walk into our living room. Before I attacked him, I noticed he was wearing: A grey t-shirt, jersey shorts, and white Nike ankle socks. (I don't know why, but I love to tie-up my friends who wear ankle socks!) 

I leaped out of my hiding spot. I shoved Jace to the ground and I handgagged him. I took out a rope and bound his wrists. I took the another rope and bound his ankles. With the duct tape, I bound his thighs, arms, and elbows. Finally, I wrapped tape around his mouth 10 times and put a strip of tape over his eyes. 

I moved him into the bathroom and left him there for 2 1/2 hours. 

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So we talked about this a few weeks before we finally agreed how and when this would take place. We would do it on a Saturday night, while I was staying the night at his place. I could not wait for this to happen. 

Finally the week was over and I would soon finally get the tickle torture that I so longed for. I now had to get through this final day of waiting. We had finally talked and work through the conditions of what would happen. I would be tied spread eagle for 3 hours in only my socks and underwear, and James could tickle me anywhere he wanted with anything he wanted. Just thinking about it got me so excited.

The time had finally come and I was on my way to James house for a good long night of tickling. I got to his house about 7pm and by 8 we were ready to begin. I stripped down to my socks and underwear. White Ankle socks, and Tighty Whities, both Hanes brand, and laid in his bed waiting on him to tie me down.

He took some rope and tied each hand to his head board, then did the same to each foot. I was now helpless and knew the time was coming and there was no going back. I was about to be tickled for multiple hours.

First James asked me where would I like him to start at and I told him my feet. I have always loved a good foot tickle. So that’s what he did. He worked my feet over for about 15 mins before stopping. I had laughed and yelled so hard I was already out of breath. Just when I thought it could not get worse, James removed my socks and went back to work. After another 20 mins. I was pleading with James to stop. But we had previous agreed that no matter what I said James was not to stop or let me go for ANY reason.

Finally James quit with the foot tickle and said he would be right back and told me not to go anywhere. Not like I could anyways, and trust me I tried. When James came back he had brought a dust brush with him. When I saw it I thought oh no and I began to beg him not to. I was now trying extremely hard to escape but James had tied me so damn tight.

He used the dust brush on me everywhere I could think of. From my pits to my side, to the bulge in my Tighty Whities. James was loving this and inside so was I. This went on for about another hour.

The next thing I remember was looking up and seeing James’s twin brother TJ standing in the door way with a disgusted look on his face. What the hell are you guys doing” asked TJ. James said we are just having some tickle fun. TJ said you guys are disgusting and turned to leave the room, but when he did, James used the opportunity to knock his twin down.

He quickly hand gagged TJ and said I know what your problem is, you are jealous. I later learned that TJ and James played tie up tickle games on there own.

James got some rope and quickly tied his twin up. All TJ had on was some basket ball button up shorts and some blue Hanes ankle socks. James decided to just pull the shorts off exposing TJ’s boxers to us. James then said that me and TJ were about to be in for a long night of tickle fun or should I say torture?

* Mai : shes 15 my youngest sister , she has brown hair & eyes , shes about 5'6 & 120 lbs.

* Nancy : shes 20 my middle sister , she has brown hair & eyes too , shes 5'7 & 125 lbs.

* Angie : shes 15 my cousin , she has blond hair & brown eyes , shes 5'5 & 120 lbs.

* Sara : shes 13 my cousin , she has black hair & eyes , shes 5'4 & 115 lbs. 

* Kareem : hes 11 my cousin , he has brown hair & eyes , hes 5'5 & 125 lbs.

* Firo : shes 9 my cousin , she has blond hair & brown eyes, shes 5'3 & 112 lbs.

This story happened last summer while we were in a family gathering at my uncle's farm , all the parents left us there and went out for the day .. so at noon we angie & mai popped up the idea of playing a kidnap game .. all agreed.

the farm house is quite big .. it would be easy to play such a game in it , & to hide.

it went like this me & nancy would be the kidnappers & will kidnap sara & firo & kareem .. & the cops will be mai & angie .. so we all changed into mini skirts & tank tops except for kareem ofcourse .. hehehe .. he wore a jeans and a t-shirt .. and the cops would go out and wait for 10 min.. then enter and begin the search for us and the concept was to keep the cloth over our victim mouth and nose for 15 seconds to capture ( fake blackout ) and not to get caught redhanded.

me & nancy went downstairs to the basement to put our plan .. the basement was like our HQ and the police is not allowed to enter .. we prepared ropes and tapes and chairs then prepared our kidnapping tools wet towels to act like fake chloroform clothes .. then the game began.

this house was a 4 story house we got out of the basement & went for the 3rd floor there we found kareem comin from his room in the corridor so we waited for him around the corner and as soon as he came out i clamped my hand over his mouth , he tried to yell but my hand smothered the sound , all what came out was faint mmmmppphhhhs and nancy told him to shut up or we would tickle him to death and we draged him back towards his room cuz the police might catch us out there .. he struggled hard but we over powered him till we got inside then i took my hand off his mouth and nancy put the wet towel over his mouth and nose then he started to lower his mmmpphhs and decrease his struggles and faked a blackout .. then nancy checked the way it was clear .. we carried him carefully not to make any sound cuz if we were caught red handed then we lose the game till we reached the basement safe and i tied his hand while nancy tied his feet and i put a towel in his mouth and then cleave gagged him for to call for help while we are on the hunt outside the HQ .. then it was 1 down and 2 to go.

we went up again and we found firo and sara in the 2nd floor and angie and mai are upstairs looking for kareem .. and it won't take them long to get down again so we have to make our 2nd hit fast and silently .. so sara was in the bathroom she left firo in angie's room .. so nancy wiated outside the bathroom door for sara if she comes out be4 i complete the hit .. firo was on the laying on the bed playing with a dool .. her back was towards the door .. she never saw me coming , so i went up to her silently and clamped the wet towel over her mouth and nose , she tried to yell & struggle but the towel smothered the sound , there were just faint mmpphs & i through my other hand around her waist and held her tight to my body so the started to decrease her struggles & lower the mmmpphs till she faked a black out .. then nancy came running in the room telling me the mai and angie are coming downstairs .. so we took firo and entered the cupboard .. they entered the room and noticed that firo also is missing so they went running downstairs to look for her we carried her to kareem's room and hid there till they went upstairs again and then took her to the HQ .. & tied her and gagged her , then it was 2 down and 1 to go.

we went up again , sara was the only target left .. so sara went down stairs to the 2nd floor looking for kareem and firo also hoping .. they are still hiding not taken .. and mai and angie were sweeping the third floor searching for firo and kareem .. we went to the 1st floor and sara was comin down to search the floor so we hid in the guest room .. ( the 1st floor contain 4 guest rooms ) .. so when she passed our door, we went after her to get her from behind , but as soon as we went out of the room she turned around and saw us .. she yelled but we bounced on her .. i clamped my hand over her mouth to smother her screams which came out just "HEEELMMMMMPPHHHHHHHHHH" and we pushed her inside the room .. she was about to enter .. she struggled hard , but nancy pinned her to the ground and i took my hand off her mouth and clamped the wet towel over her mouth and nose, she tried to get free .. but nancy had a good grip on her hands pinning them down .. she couldn't escape .. then she blacked out .. but mai and angie heard the yell so we hid her under the bed and we hid inside the cupboard and we heard them deciding to split up searching in all directions of the house .. and as soon as they left the floor we took her quickly downstairs and tied her up and gagged her.

kareem and sara and firo thought that the game was over but it was still early for such game to end so me and nancy decided to get the cops also .. so we took extra towels and ropes and we went upstairs .. we found angie searching the ground floor .. and it seemed that mai was still upstairs .. so this was our chance but we have to act quick cuz mai can come down any minute .. so i hid behind the kitchen door and nancy hid behind the bathroom door infront of the kitchen i had the gags and nancy the ropes so as angie came between the ketchen and the bathroom i was alert and so was nancy .. as soon as she gave her back to the kitchen door . slowly i came from behind it and clamped a tight hand over her mouth , silencing her cuz we don't want mai to come down & wrapping my other hand around her waist taking her inside the bathroom for nancy to help me take her down then nancy came out pouncing on her dragging the struggling angie inside the bathroom .. we over powered her and entered .. & nancy held her tight .. so i closed the bathroom door behind me , as i kept my hand over her mouth we took her down to the ground , to be easier to tie up .. but she was still struggling furiously .. but still we over powered her , as i held her hands down with my legs and held my hand over her mouth stifling her screams .. nancy tied her legs then she tied her hands and then i took my hand off her mouth .. she thought it was her chance to scream for help but i stuffed a towel inside her mouth then taped it shut . then we took her to our HQ with the others. 

as we were going upstairs again mai saw us and she also noticed angie was missing .. she had that worry look on her face abd asked us where is angie .. we just continued going towards her .. we understood that we are not playing by the rules anymore so she ran outside the house in the garden .. we ran after her .. cuz she knew what was goin to happen .. she started yelling for help playfully .. we cornered her then we grabbed her and draggin gher towards the house again, she kept on struggling hard and yelling for help so i clamped my hand over her mouth to stifle her screams and told her "We don't want everybody to know about our little game here" .. and we took her inside and tied and gagged her also.

then it was our chance we tickled them all after-noon.