I didn't know what he meant at that time, but after school, he took me to his house. As I waited in the garage, he came out of the house with a backpack, and then he took me to a nearby bush. He told me that I had been a naughty girl, having had to stand out in the hall, and that I needed to be punished. I thought he was joking so I went along with him. He told me that I needed to be tied up and spanked, and he made me spread my arms out, so I was standing in a letter T shape. He tied each of my wrists to a tree, and then my ankles, and my knees together. He took out a piece of cloth, knotted in the center, and tied it around my mouth to gag me. I could not move my arms, nor my legs, and I felt helpless. He just stared at me for a few minutes, and I felt very embarassed. He then went to work "punishing" me, which included a good spanking. After he was done, he untied my wrists, only for a moment, and he then tied my arms behind my back, with rope bound around my breasts, like a bra. He tied me to a tree in a standing position, and left. I was so scared. But he came back after 5 minutes or so, and told me that he was staring at me from a distance. I must admit that I was very excited, and aroused.

My boyfriend admitted that he had this thing for seeing girls having to stand out in the hall at school, and that the reason he wanted me as a girlfriend was because I get sent out a lot, and that turned him on. He had been planning to punish me like this, waiting for the opportunity to catch me standing in the hall again. He said his ultimate turn on was to see me standing out in the hall bound and gagged. After hearing this, I tried harder to be a bad girl in class, so that I would be sent out in the hall, and I would stand with my arms behind my back, and my legs together, waiting for my boyfriend to see me. Of course when he did, I would be punished.

from where I left off:

It was just Daniel and me in the huge closet. It would have been great except for the fact that I was bound and gagged while wearing a crimson red prom dress and all the accessories. Now she had just come over after my sisters did this to me. Now she put her bag she brought on the floor. "Ah Jack if I had known you wanted to go the prom that badly..." she joked. "Well now don't you look beautiful, all dressed up and ready for the prom". I could only groan softly through the scarf my sisters gagged me with. Then she took off my gag, and asked me what happened. But before I could say anything she applied lipstick. "Sorry" she said, "Couldn't resist".

After I told her evrything, she took the bag and walked behind me where I heard shuffling. "What are you doing Daniel?" I asked. "Well" she said, "I was supposed to fill this bag with stuff to tourtue you with. However, I decided that you have suffered enough just for this, so I'm going to get you out of here. My parents are out for the entire day, so you'll come to my place instead". I thought that was a good idea, just by getting away from my sisters. I still heard her shuffling behind me as she talked. "You might wonder what I'm doing back here". Then she walked out in front of me and I saw her all dressed up in a strapless blue gown. I was speechless with my mouth gaping open. She closed my mouth with a gloved hand. "Well the catch to that is that I have to bring you the way you are. My car is out front, I will only keep your hands tied so noone gets suspicious. It will just be two girls all dressed up for the prom. And when we get to my house, we will have some real fun". I was confused to what that fun was, but my only concern was getting out.

After Daniel had untied all but my hands, I stood up and she whistled. "Wow, that dress is a perfect fit on you". "Yeah" I said, "so I've been told". "C'mon" she said, and I followed her out like nothing was wrong. On the way out we heard the other girls tourturing Marina. The car ride was painful as I thought I would be noticed as a guy, but nothing happened. We got to the house and went up to her room. "Allright sit on the bed while I go put my stuff away" she said.

I sat down with my hands still tied behind my back. And then she came back in a second with lots of soft rope she had. She sat down next to me and opened up my dress. "Here these will make your breast's normal size for a girl your age". I was in complete puzzlement. "Um and why would I want to look like a girl still? and whats with those ropes?" I said. She then zipped back up my dress and grabbed a coil of rope. "I got you away from your sisters, and now you must repay me. You look so beautiful that I am going to leave you like this while you spend time with me...as my prisoner". Then she began to tie me up with the rope. "Daniel what are you doing? STOP I really appreciate you helping me out, but please get me out this dress at least". "Sorry dear, but I deserve to have some fun. Don't worry, noone will know you ever wore a dress". That still didn't help with the fact that she was tying me up. Then she gagged me with a cloth and dragged me downstairs.
Why couldn't this day just end?

to be continued...

From where I left off:

Daniel dragged me onto the couch in the house's den. "Now wait here while I go get some stuff. You know for us girlfriends". She resisted the urge to laugh at the fact that I practically looked like a girl. She returned with a small bag and I noticed that she still had not taken off her blue prom dress. She was enjoying this at my expense.

In the bag was junk food that Daniel hid in a spot where her parents couldn't find it. She took out some candy and offered me a piece. I shook my head and she turned on the TV and started eating like everything was normal. After a while of watching a movie, I asked "Um Daniel how long are you going to keep me prisoner? your parents are not going to be out forever, and if you notice um I'm STILL IN A PROM DRESS". She turned towards me, then sighed. She took out a silk scarf and tied it over my mouth. Then she went back to watching TV.

A bit later she took her head off my shoulder and looked me up and down. "You know, I always wanted to tie you up, but I could never seem to do it to a guy. Even if you let me, I wouldn't be able to do it to you. Once you looked like a girl, I was able to do it with ease. Not that I want you to dress like a girl". I was the one to give a, muffled, laugh. "Anyways I didn't have to do this to you, because you had your sisters. So I just took the oppertunity to do this to you. But even though you look beautiful as a girl, I still like you better as a boy". Then she took off the gag as tears started forming in her eyes "I'm sorry Jack".

It took me a moment to take in. Then I said "Daniel, thank you for telling me this. I could never be mad at you though. but don't cry, I can't wipe away your tears since I'm all tied up". We both laughed at this. then she untied me. I finally stretched and checked that I could feel everything. "So Jack how's it feel being dressed like a girl?" she said. "Well once you get by the embarresment and the fact that I was tied up, its not that bad". "Good" she said now lets get you into some normal clothes that you left here last time. Besides, if that dress fits you, its gotta fit me". "Yeah you can have it. I don't think I would of made prom queen anyways" I said. We both laughed as we walked upstairs.

The End...for now!

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I shivered.

“Mphhhhhhfff!”

An odd cold morning wind struck violently against my bare chest; and there was nothing I could do to prevent it, for my arms were still snugly tied behind my back at wrists and elbows.

My captors (Gus and Klaus) sat on a log in front of the cozy bonfire, engaged in a blissful chatter with the other boys, while I remained securely bound to a tree few feet away.

I mmmphhhed again, this time louder. However, despite all my efforts to be noticed or be given a bloody t-shirt for god's sake, they just pretended I didn't exist, occasionally doing that silly giggle which clearly showed how much they were pleased by my suffering; that they were in control.

Furthermore, I felt really embarrassed – and pissed off – because of what they had done to me earlier: after having listened to my complaints for a while, Gus had asked me whether I wanted something to eat. Without hesitating, I nodded my head with enthusiasm. Not to mention I had been watching them, willingly, for half an hour, as they devoured their meals.

“Finally they are showing some compassion,” I thought – but I should've known better. As soon as my gag was removed the boy forced half of a sandwich into my mouth, before I could utter a word. Gus then clamped his hand over my lips. The two boyscouts just laughed at my surprised face.

“Eat,” they told me, obviously amused; which I did, and after I had swallowed that huge piece – not without much effort I must say - the remaining portion was fed in the same rough manner. After that, Gus grabbed my chin and held it up with one hand, squeezing the sides of my face so my lips opened; using the other hand he poured a bottle of juice into my mouth.

The breakfast over (if you can call it one at all), he wiped my mouth clean and replaced my gag tighter as ever.

I tried one more time: I produced a piteous look on my face and looked pleadingly at them, but – only to my further embarrassment – they broke in boisterous laughter and just turned their backs on me. Well, I said to myself, if they had paid no attention to me some minutes ago while Gus fed me breakfast, why would now be different?

As I was, bearing cold and despair – and sore wrists – they added soon a blindfold; this kids sure knew the meaning of psychological torture.

Defeated and completely immobile, I became resigned to remain still and wait(Like if I had other choice anyway!) They kept me like that for a full hour; then they untied me, leaving only my hands and elbows bound, and marched me still blindfolded, also with the gag on, through the woods. I was guided through the path under they direction by a hand on my shoulder; we stopped after 20 minutes where, judging by the familiar voices and steps, Adrian and Mike's team were gathered.

“Here he is – as promised,” someone said and pushed me, which made me stumble clumsily forward.

“Oh my god! You didn't keep him like that all night, did you?” said Phil half laughing and amazed at the same time.

“Sure we did; but we had to!” said Mike as an excuse.

“Yeah, Nick here was too talkative and he just wouldn't stay still; so he left us no choice but to tie him up and keep him quiet,” Klaus explained and everyone laughed.

Those goddamn liars! I started mphhhfffing loudly through my gag and shaking my head no vigorously. Well, at least I was not giving those coward boyscouts the chance to humiliate me further because - as you'll recall from the previous chapters – it was not true! They were the ones who “persuaded” me to take my shorts off and began trying all kind of knots and ties on me, for several hours!

But suddenly a boy reached from behind; he wrapped one arm around my torso and hand-gagged me firmly, pinning the back of my head against his chest. I tried to struggle and fight back, but it was no use; I couldn't move at all! The boyscout's grip held and even though I was shouting my lungs out, every little mppphfff was smothered by the hand clamped over my already gagged mouth.

“Hush! Stop squirming! You'd better calm down or it won't turn out nice for you…,” he whispered in my ear. I immediately relaxed and gave up. If he hadn't used a dead-serious tone I would have kept fighting, but at that point, overpowered and helpless, I was really apprehensive of what else they could do to me. Plus, I had been tied up and gagged for a LONG time and was looking forward to some comfort – which I knew I was not going to get if I didn't do as told.

The boy removed my blindfold and I was able to see Tyler, Adrian, Chris, Phil and Adam, grinning at me. From the previous chapters you'll know that they were the ones who had conned me into this whole thing of “tie-up club” and being the boyscouts's prisoner.

“Hi Nick, enjoyed your night?” asked Adrian .

“You traitors!!” I said but it sounded more like, “Mphhhhhfff!!”

They all chuckled.

To my right were the boyscouts, all ten of them (Mike, Klaus, Scott, James, Justin, Gus, Billy, Dan, Doug, Collin) dressed in their typical brownish uniforms with light-blue scarves and several badges neatly scattered on the left side - all of them except Collin. Quite surprised I saw him, just behind the other kids, tightly bound, and gagged with his own scarf; he had no uniform but a white t-shirt and blue gym-shorts, probably as a punishment too, like being expelled.

“To make things even,” said Mike, “one of our guys is gonna switch to your side if that's fine with you Adrian.”

I could tell by the look on Adrian 's face he didn't relish the prospect of receiving aid at all – he was too prideful – and was just about to say something in return, but also knowing that victory wasn't feasible against 11, he accepted reluctantly and simply nodded.

“We'll let you have one of the twins. Dan, what do you think?”

The well-built twin looked at Mike, happily answered okay and before grouping with Adrian he glanced back mischievously at his brother and said,

“Watch out lil' bro! Now it's me against you.”

To which the other auburn-haired kid answered, “Yeah, and I'm gonna get YOU, bro”

“We'll see.”

“Is that all?” Adrian asked Mike, kind of impatient.

“Giving it a second thought, you can take this worthless piece of traitor with you too,” Mike said, dragging poor Collin to the other side. The boy was sweating profusely and seemed exhausted, exactly alike as one who has just suffered a relentless tickle torture. Shame was printed on Collin's face; he knew he had failed his team.

“What did he do?” inquired Chris.

“Why don't you ask him?” A boy untied Collin's gag.

“I…uhhh…slept during guard…but please Mike! I'm so sorry – it won't happen again – I promise – please take me in again!” Oh boy, how piteous he looked with those big black eyes! Mike just ignored the prisoner's pleading, which were soon once more muffled as the gag was replaced.

“Awright, it's all settled for the game then,” Mike announced, “ Adrian , could you please explain the rules very quickly so we can move on?”

“Sure. It's simple guys, the goal is to capture as much boys of the opposite team as you can. The group holding the more prisoners by noon will win. Now it's 7.30.”

“How do you capture them?” asked Billy innocently.

“Well, the only “legal” way to capture an enemy is by shooting him with a water gun - that everyone must have by the way,” answered Adrian.

“Of course you can wrestle him down too; but if he gets hit by a gun he HAS to surrender immediately. Get it?” Billy nodded.

“Then he'll be your prisoner, and you can resort to any means and supplies you see fit to make sure he doesn't escape,” added Mike, smiling at that last sentence.

“There's no need to say that if you wanna interrogate him, you can, also using whatever methods to get the info, as long you don't get him hurt or in pain of course,” Adrian continued.

These general rules were accepted by everyone, mainly because it ensured a safe game, while allowing great tie-up fun at the same time; disobeying them proved to be stupid, for you lost trust and could be banned from further games – something which nobody was willing to jeopardize.

“Okay, now give us Nicholas,” demanded Adam and Phil.

“No problem, but you have to return Robert to us,” replied Klaus cunningly.

Without ado I was released from the grip and interchanged by the little kid who had, like me, spent the night inside the enemy's den.

Since last time our group had lost, it was decided that the boyscouts kept the camp for themselves and that our base would be here, in this clearing, right in the midst of the forest. They'd blow a whistle to let us know they had arrived, and the game would commence right away.

Not wasting any time and just a derisive “good luck, you'll need it” as a goodbye, the boyscouts moved out en masse north, leaving us to discuss the course of actions.

First of them to help me was Tyler, who quickly undid the knots binding my hands and elbows. Finally, seeing that I was already drooling from my gag, he released my mouth. Freedom at last! I was grateful to be able to rub some of my aching limbs.

“Are you ok?” they asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine. I'm kind of thirsty though,” I said somewhat angry. I was given a water bottle, from which I drank greedily. Even though an urging desire of revenge against my pals - and especially my cousin - was building up inside me, I did not confront them then; it suddenly dawned on me that they still did not know I knew about the set-up yet! Mike had told me about it only last night. So I would just pretend not knowing and get my sweet revenge afterwards, when they less expect it. Brilliant.

“So, what's the plan?” I asked with the most enthusiastic tone I could feign.

Nobody answered.

“Please tell me there is a plan.”

“Duh, of course we have one… Don't we?” Phil asked despairingly.

“Well… I…,” Adrian stammered; then he was quiet and lowered his head.

“Oh, that's just great Adrian ! There are 9 of them; they know this forest a lot better than we do - and you come up saying there's nothing planned??!!!!” I shouted.

“Sorry!” was all the blond boy managed to say.

“What the hell did you do all night anyway?”

Phil then barged in with a devious smile,” In that, I have to say, Adrian did show a great deal of interest.” He, Tyler, Adam and Chris fell down laughing while Adrian blushed.

“Shut up, Phil. That's supposed to be a secret!” snapped Adrian to his brother. I was dying of curiosity at that point but since there was no time to lose, I did not enquire further.

I sighed. If there was going to be a leader that was going to be me.

“Hey guys, listen up.” They assembled around me.

“This is what we're gonna do: let's split up in groups of 2 so we can cover more territory and prevent the entire team being captured at the same time. Instead of leaving the base unguarded, only three of the “squads” will go out through the forest - in different directions of course – while one stays hidden here, in case the enemy shows up.” I explained as thorough as I could.

The boys nodded their assent.

“What about the prisoners? Don't you think it'll be better if we get them all in one place?”

“No. You see, if they're kept in different locations it'll be harder for the scouts to find out where they are; but if you gather them in the base, for example, it's obvious and there's always the possibility of them being rescued all at once easily.”

“And what are we gonna do with him?” Adam pointed Collin which was making pleading mphhhhs under his gag.

“Should we set him free?”

“I don't know…,” Adrian said doubtfully. He was not altogether sure of letting a former enemy inside our group.

“Maybe we should just keep him tied until the game is over.”

“MMMMMPPHHHHHH!!” Collin began shaking his head mightily; he even dropped to his knees in front of us and whimpered imploringly.

“C'mon, look at him! He's miserable enough like this!” said Adam.

Adrian pondered, looked at Collin and then back at me.

“It would definitely help to have one more,” I said on the boy's behalf. I wouldn't have wanted to spend 5 hours tied up either and lose all the fun!

“Can we trust you?” they asked him.

Collin hurriedly swung his head up and down; and when Dan untied the cloth that was impeding his speech, the bright-haired boy cried,

“Please let me play, I'll do what you tell me to do!

“And, and - I can be of great use to you too!”

“Yeah, like what?” Phil asked skeptical.

“Uhh… what you said about prisoners! It's better if you keep them in one place together, believe me, so you can interrogate them more efficiently. Then you won't need many guards for different places.”

Realizing it was not enough, he added, “I know their strategies too!” He was just saying anything he could to save himself.

“I don't buy it. Gag him again!” Adrian ordered earnestly.

“NO! Wait! Please, Adrian . Nick—mphhhhffff!!” Collin was cut in mid sentence by a sock shoved inside his mouth; our prisoner began grunting and writhing against his bonds desperately. However, when the scarf was being tied off behind his head, Adrian suddenly chuckled and grinned.

“Just kidding! Of course you can play,” Adrian comforted him and tousled his hair. Collin was duly untied and helped on his feet.

“Thanks,” he answered shyly and smiled.

Each boy was then given a water pistol, which was filled with water from a nearby creek; 2 coils of rope were enough – if we captured someone we would use the kid's supply anyway; and a roll of duct tape which might –if not always – come in handy. In case we ran short of supplies, a bag was in addition buried behind a certain tree.

The groups were arranged as follows:

1-Tyler & Chris (stay in base)

2-Adrian & Adam (north)

3-Phil & Dan (east)

4-Collin & I (west)

Collin, a boyscout, and therefore well versed in these activities, was giving us some last advices when a low-pitched, acute noise echoed in the woods. The whistle.

“It's the sign,”

“Well, you all know what you have to do,” I said hastily.

“Take care and please try not to do something stupid like being caught!”

Our team broke into laughter.

Thus we split up, Collin and I heading west, going up throughout a steep part of the path until it disappeared under a mass of leaves into the heart of the forest. From now on we would walk carefully but swiftly, careful not to step on any branches and with pistol in hand. In this manner we continued for several minutes until a flabbergasting creepy faint scream almost made our hearts stop.

“HEEeeeeelp!”

My mind was racing. It came from the east, but who was it? It could be Phil, Dan or one of the scouts. They might have gotten hurt too.

“Let's go check that.”

“Okay.”

But as soon as we got out from the bushes which had provided us perfect cover, we heard really close steps behind us.

“Get down!” Collin told me in whisper tone and we both dropped to the ground immediately, our hearts pouncing intensely.

“Did they see us?”

“I don't know.”

“Get your gun ready.”
What was that noise? Did we get caught? Which team won? Read the next part and find out! Comments are appreciated as always. Thank you.

When I was a kid (10-12 yrs. old) we played our share of tie-up games. Sometimes in the form of cops and robbers, sometimes just as a dare to see who was best at escaping or tying. Of course, at that age no one really knew how to bind someone so well and that wasn’t really the point. I was always bragging about how easy it was for me to escape and sometimes even dared other kids to tie me up. One day, I was caught in a surprise attack. It was Sunday morning and I was expecting a few friends to come by before we were to go out playing (maybe baseball, can’t remember). They rang the doorbell, said hi to my mom and ran up to my room. We hung out for a few minutes, talking about God knows what when one of the group (no particular friend of mine) says, “So Kevin, everyone says you’re a real Houdini. How ‘bout we tie you up and see if you can escape.” I said that I didn’t feel like it. I didn’t like the look in his eye and I had a feeling something just wasn’t right. “Well, we have different plans,” he says. He gave a conspiratorial smile to the other kids and then they pounced on me.

One kid grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms. Another grabbed my ankles, a third put his hand over my mouth and the fourth closed my bedroom door and pulled the rope and tape out of his knapsack. I tried fighting them off and I know that I certainly could not overpower them or defend myself very well, but at the same time I couldn’t very well just lay there and let them tie me up. So I thrashed about and tried screaming, trying to get my mother’s attention, but it was all no use. One of the kids said (softly, so my mother downstairs couldn’t hear), “Tie’em up tight and let’s get outta here!” So they went to work on me. While my arms were pinned behind my back, they stuffed a sock in my mouth and kept it in place with duct tape wrapped over my mouth and around my head several times. They bound my wrists palm-to-palm while another bound my ankles. They then rolled me onto my stomach and brought up my ankles and put me into a tight hogtie. This all took place in about two minutes. I was stunned and a bit freaked out. Not only had I never been tied up like that, so expertly, but we had never ganged up on another kid without warning. Our games had always been planned and rather harmless, and we never used a gag. But this time I was tied up tight and despite the gag I kept on screaming for help. One kid said, “Let’s hang out a minute to see if he can get out.” And like an idiot I obliged them by struggling against the ropes like a maniac. After a few minutes I saw that it was useless and stopped struggling. I whined into my gag, pleading with them to untie me, but it was no good. They had obviously prearranged this (probably because of my bragging) and they had no intention of letting me go.

“Alright, he’s not going anywhere,” one of them said and they started to leave. And just that second my mother opens the door and waltzes in. In the commotion no one heard her coming up the stairs. My mother the ditz looks at me, then at the other kids, and says, “Why is my Kevin all tied up? Are you playing cops and robbers again?” “Yeah,” one of the boys says. “It’s Kevin’s turn to get tied up but we’ll let him go later.” In the meantime time when my mother walked in I had immediately started to freak out again. I thrashed against the hogtie and mmmph’d through the gag. My dingbat mother was staring right at me, she sees me tightly hogtied and struggling, and says, “Well okay, but be careful. Kevin, I’m going to the store. If you go out with your friends be home by 6:00.” She then turns and leaves.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Wasn’t it obvious that we weren’t just “kidding around”? Granted, those kids were not out to kill me, but they did have me bound and gagged for real. “Holy cow!” one kid said. “I thought we were dead meat for real,” said another. They waited to hear the sound of my mother’s car pulling out of the garage, then left themselves. “See ya’, Houdini.” “Yeah, have fun, Houdini.” They closed my bedroom door behind them.

I was stuck and stuck bad. I tried all kinds of ways to reach something that would let me loosen or cut the ropes, but there was nothing on the floor I could use and when you’re hogtied you can’t go very far anyway. I waited for my mother to come home but she never came upstairs when she did get back and my muffled cries couldn’t be heard downstairs. I had to wait till after 6:00 when my mother finally came upstairs to look for me for supper. When she saw me laying on the floor still tied up and gagged, she said: “My gosh, did those boys leave you tied up all day?” After she untied me she told me to go wash up for dinner.

After the incident with my sisters dressing me up in a prom dress, I got my revenge in a good way. Daniel helped me to lure them into a trap which left both of them hogtied for hours. In the end they said that them and I are even now, but in a corner of my mind, I knew they were already plotting revenge.

It had been a few months since Daniel helped me out of the incident earlier. But she still teased me about it often. Then one Saturday, she showed off a princess outfit that she had found. In short, she looked absolutly gorgeous. She paraded around me and I was drawn in to her beauty. Then she said "Hey why don't we play Damsel in distress? your going to be the bandit who kidnapps me and ties me up". I didn't argue and so I went along.

I went up to Daniel's room and waited with some rope, and a silk scarf as a gag. A few minutes later Daniel came walking in and I immediatly tied her up with ruthless efficency. She was caught completly off guard and actually started crying as I tied her up. After gagging her I wiped away her tears and said "Don't cry your highness, its only for a short time". And it was, as pretty soon I untied her and we laughed about it. It was until she asked if I could be the damsel so she could tie me up. See Daniel has a issue that makes it that she can't tie up guys, but she can tie up girls easily. I never understood why she was like this, but it didn't matter. "Sorry Daniel, but I will not wear a dress again, even if its for fun". "Well then can't you be nice and do it just once and a while, I wont tell anyone. Listen my parents are leaving the house with me for the weekend. They said you could stay over if we play nice". A whole weekend with her, a dream come true. "But there is one condition, you will have to play by my rules, and if I say that you will sacrafice your pride so I can tie you up, then so be it". It was a small price to pay for enjoying a whole weekend with her. "Okay I'll do it" I said. "Oooh goody, I can't wait for this" she said. But I could.

The next weekend I got all ready to go to her house for the weekend while my sisters had mysteriously dissapered. I figured that they were out at a movie or something and it didn't matter. I went over to Daniel's house and noone answered the door. Figuring she was out back, I went around and saw the door open. I went in and saw Daniel lying on the couch gagged and in the process of being tied up by none other then my sisters. She struggled madly against her bonds, but it was to no end.

"Don't come any closer unless you want your girlfriend to get injured. She's our hostage now" Rifka said. "What are you going to do to her?" I asked, now shaking with rage. "Oh we want you not her, but she's insurance that you cooperate. We stumbled on Daniel as she was buying something earlier for you. She held up a princess gown that Daniel had bought for me. "Its your choice, be a princess or watch your love suffer". It was a no brainer "Allright I submit".

to be continued...

Anyways I'm guessing that the title DIDBG means dressed in drag while bound and gagged.
Thats a tie up game that only the girls seem to like. I think we all know why.
Anyways this story is getting interesting, continue on with it.

After I submitted, Daniel started to thrash even more, but the ropes held and she started to cry. I felt sorry for her that our weekend together had to start this way. Rifka then led me upstairs while Marina stood guard over Daniel in case I tried anything.

Once in Daniel's room, Rifka showed me what Daniel had bought me. It was a princess gown that resembled ones told in fantasys. "Oh but this was just not nice enough for a true princess. A true princess needs a ball gown". My eyes turned wide with horror as she brought out a Lilac purple Ball Gown with shoes and a tiara to boot. I was still in shock as I was forced to change into the gown and felt it fit perfectly. I watched as she painted my nails a similar color and applied the tiara over a wig of long, dirty-blond hair. She then took a picture of me standing up. I felt my face burning red with anger and embarressment over what she had done to me.

"Okay enough of this Rifka!" I yelled. "It isn't enough that you already tourture me and dress me up as a girl. But this has gone way too far. All I wanted was to spend a nice weekend with my girlfriend and then you have to go and screw it up". I was still shaking with anger, the embaressing fact that Daniel would see me like this was about to rip me in two. "I hear you, and we will leave you two to be, but I can't just leave you like this, able to get out so easily. So kneel down princess, your about to be tied up". Still having Daniel held hostage, I complied.

Rifka then went through carefully and tied my hands behind my back in a figure 8 motion. Then she took more rope and tied it around my chest, careful not to squish my new breasts. No I could no move my arms at all. Then she went and tied my thighs, knees and ankles together. Finally, she tied my immobile body to the bedpost so I could not escape. Then she tied a silk scarf around my head and kissed me on the forehead. "enjoy the weekend Jack, oh and think of the dresses as late birthday gifts. Oh here comes Daniel, and my dosen't she look pretty too. Bye bye now" she said as Marina dragged in an unconcious Daniel now in a Aqua Ball gown much like my own, tied and gagged as well. I heard the door close and the girls drive away, leaving me and my girlfriend as we were.

After a while Daniel woke up and saw what had been done to both of us. She managed to unravil her's and my gags at least, though I had no idea how. "Well" she said "At least thats over". "Over yes, but look at us, look at me. I have never had this done to me ever in all of the times that my sisters have dressed me up". I wondered as how long they had been planning this. "Well at least we both look like beautiful princesses" she remarked. "Oh I'm sorry Jack, they overpowered me on my way home and set the trap. I also know that they must have taken your clothes in spite of everything else. Well now things have just gone from bad to worse. I now looked like a girl, while tied up in a Ball Gown of all things. How could we get out of this one?

to be continued...

That was basically the end because one of the boys thouhgt it was to loud so he made a treaty almost all signed but me that was the end the was my only tie-up game and boy so i miss it.

PS any questions or comment please e-mail me or just post.

I know it sounds cheesy but its true.

These are pictures of minors in bondage but are NOT pornographic in any way. (At least MSN hasn't gotten rid of it yet). It IS an adult group as far as joining and you must sign that you are an adult prior to getting on the group.

There are other groups with adults in bondage as well out there that are NOT porno groups. These groups also have subjects clothed.

Good luck.

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"Wow, I guess I can thank my sisters for something" I said. "The gown they put on you makes you look drop dead gorgeous". She blushed at that. "Well the same goes for you" she played. "Ha ha very funny, now get me out of here" I said. "I think that you could stand being tied up for a while longer". I guess I turned pale white because she then laughed and untied me. Then Daniel gave me a hoot that guys usually whistle to girls. "Ouch you look great, oh and nice rack by the way". "All right well this is the last time you will EVER see me like this again so take one last look". She still smiled though.

"Jack you know that you have no other clothes right now. Only I could get yours back from your house. Your at my mercy". I listened up, since she was trying to get to a point. "Here's the deal, I try to tie you up, in your whole little ball gown and everything. If you escape, then I'll go get your clothes. But if I tie you up and you can't escape, you will wear girls clothes for the whole weekend and be my little bondage slave. Take your pick, cause you'll have to wear my clothes anyways if you refuse". She drove a hard bargin. "Allright I'm in, grab that rope and lets go into the living room where there is more space.

We faced off with me started with my back to her. She came at me and started to tackle me with some rope in one hand. Not that I didn't want to get tied up by Daniel, but I didn't think I could bear the though of being dressed like a girl any longer. With that motive I fought back furiously against her. It was only from me tripping over the heim of my dress that I was brought down. Daniel didn't waste any time. She began by tieing my ankles together. A good tactic since I had trouble moving in the gown before, but no I couldn't stay up. Then she tackled me and got one arm behind me and started roping it up, then brought the other hand and tied them together tightly. She backed away to get soem more rope as I squirmed desperatally to escape. But she knew she had already won and then looped more white rope until my upper body was immobile. then she lifted up the gown and while giggling at the sight of me wearing panties, Tied my knees together in a figure 8 motion. Now that she had me, she decided to have some fun with me. She brought over a swivily chair and then went on to tie me to it. I knew by then that I had been defeated and stopped my mad and futile struggling. "Oh goodie, well it looks like you will be a girl for a few more days Jack or should I say Jackie". I just sat there with my head down. Then she lifted it up and gave me a long 20 second kiss. "But don't worry, we'll still have fun, and you will get to tie me up as well. Hold on while I get you something more comferatable to slip in to.

She returned soon in a tight blue shirt and denim shorts. She untied me and tossed me a matching set of clothes. I gladly changed into them while keeping on the bra, panties and wig that I had on me. After that we went made dinner.

The rest of the weekend, Daniel and I hung out in her house, and played tie up games and all. Heck I even wore a prom dress and a gown again that weekend. Daniel loved the weekend so much, that she decided to do that again with me. "Next time" I said. "Lets not start of being tied up princess's". She just laughed, and said "Okay but you never know". I hoped she was joking anyways thats all for now.

The End.

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That move lead to new and different tie ups.

We had a neighbor I'll call John. John was 1 or 2 years older than I was and thought of me as a pest, but my brother who was 5 years older that I thought of John the same way. So I guess of the two of us I was the lesser of two evils, and he would hang out with me when there was nothing else to do. John's father had been in the navy and one day at his house John was showing me pictures of where they had lived, been, etc. Kind of dull, but it passed the time. Then we were looking at his father's shipboard pictures and it started to get interesting. There was one that had a line fo blindfolded guys crawling on the deck of a ship, a couple of his father wearing a blindfold, others of more guys in blindfolds. I finally asked what all this was he said it was the shellback initiation and told me a little of what he knew about it and kept showing me more pictures some more of that and then some other stuff. I tride to steer him back to the shellback stuff but he just told me that if I wanted to know more I should ask his dad. Well I wanted to know more but was not ready to ask his father about it. So I just made small talk until I had to go home for dinner. A few days later I was back at his house and his parents left to go to the city. We were playing checkers and I brought up the initiation again. He looked kind of exasperasted but then he said, "Do you want to go throught it?" YES! well I didn't say that I said somthing along the line of 'It seems kinda weird.' "You're weird. Wait there, I'll be back in a minute." He left and came back carrying a white belt and told me to put my hands behind my back, which i did with some protest, then he put the loop of the belt around them effectively tying them there. Then he took a big black cloth out of his pocket, I found out later it was one of his father's sailor neckerchiefs, rolled it up and tied it over my eyes. I couldn't even see light. He told me that he was goung to take me around the house and that I would have to guess what room I was in. If I guessed wrong he would punch my arm. He spun me, lead me a few steps, spun me again, a few steps, spin, I'm sure you get the idea. Even so I was only wrong twice. I could tell by the feel of the floor. I didn't tell him that. He untied me and we were playing checkers when his parents got back.

It is an adult group and, I suppose that like Yahell, if you do not show an age of 18 or over you may not get on as far as your profile to MSN is concerned..

I have no real clue as to why it is taking that long.

And, again, kids, this site shows minors in non-porno (obiously) poses. This is a rather grey area too since a similar group was yanked off by Yahell because someone probably pissed and moaned about it.

The real question here is this: is it acceptable to show minors in bondage even if (and it usaully is) "in play?"

That should start an interesting string!

So Im in the 6th grade soccer group and since the girls practice across from us, we skrimage each other at the end of every pratice. Im really tall, about 5'6 with dirty blondish hair. Not fat, like 120 lbs. So on my team I have a good friend named Brandon, and his sister Luran practices on our team. I had a mini small not important crush on Luran. I called my mom on my cell phone and told her I would be sleeping at Brandon's house that night. But as it turns out, Brandon had a cusins birthday party to go to. His sisters soccer team was having a party at his house. His mom said I could wait at his house and watch a movie with the girls untill he came back. So we're all walking to his house deciding what to do when we get there. Since we all loved soccer they girls hudled up and decided to play a little more soccer. We always beat them, and I could probaly take them all so I agreed.
So when we got to Brandon's house they all went to Larun's room and came back with full pockets and then we went out back to the goals. They started with the ball, they dribbled out, and when they passed I intercepted it. On my first obstical I faked left, stoped it, taped the top with my right foot as I turned around and the ball followed under my feet and eventualy I dribbled right up the side and scored. Now this time they almost purposly gave it to me this time all of them charged me. 12 girls vs 1 guy. I got through about 4 of them, when one tripped me. "Hey thats not fair!" I shouted as they all gathered around me.
"We know, neither is this." said Luran. By this time all of them were smiling as they emptied there pockets full of tape and one with socks. I knew what was happening. I cralwed as fast as I can when about 2 or 3 of them grabbed my legs. As soon as I heared a loud screeching sound and a few commanding orders. I was inspired to run like hell. I just shook them off and got up in a angle to run fast. So I was sprinting leaving them in the dust. When I ran over the side of the house I hid behind the corner waiting for them to pass. As soon as the first one passed I waited for another, then I stook out my foot and tripped a person which started a chain reaction pile up. The first person truned around and started out me. They were ready to tackle when I went to go to the left and spun right. I ran for the car, when I got the I took a breather. Then when I looked up all of them were around the car."You want to do it the hard way huh? Well then we will have to torture you harder." Said Larun. She had oviously thought of this at the last minute. i had to be creative.
"Ok, let see what you got." I wasn't the one to back down. And for this I was stupid. I then got onto the hood of the car, jumped off the winshield, and started running for my life. I ran and ran for as far as I could. I must of lost of. When I gave up I was about a block away in woods near my friend Eric's house. Damn, he wasn't home. So when I was breathing really heavily. Then I noticed distant whispering."He's in the woods."
"Ya, lets suround it"
"Ok"
About 30 seconds later I heared some crunching. My breath wasn't coming back fast enough. I had to give up or I would male it worse. I hadn't done enough to make a point. As they were closing in I had one last hope left. I pulled my self over to Erics shed. I opened the door a bit and sat on the pile of logs.
"Where did he go?" I couldn't make out who was saying what.
"I dont know, did he climb the trees or something?"
"I know! Check the shed."
The crunching grew louder and louder. I sat on the logs awaiting my doom. Then the door swung wide open. And there in the door way was the girls with their tape.
"So ya want the hard way huh?" Said Larun.
"Oh *pant* god *pant* please no" *wheeze* I think I got my breath back, but it was no good now."Come on. Can't we just talk this out!" I begged and pleaded for my life.
"No"
"What did I do?"
"Oh nothing"

Hopefully noone has sisters like mine though.

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It was a couple of weeks later when I did the same thing to him, again, at his house. With my brother I couldn’t really do it at my house. That was when I started to find out that he was almost as into this as I was.

I was hooked on the black neckerchief. Still am.

Later in the summer we formed a neighborhood club. With an initiation, of course, which required the initiate to be bound and blindfolded and lead to the secret fort.

After a few more months and everyone who wanted to join had gone through the initiation that was the end of the tying, or so I thought. One of the newer members in the club had figured out that neither John nor I had been through the initiation and he thought that wasn’t fair. John said something to the effect of we already know the secrets and it would be pointless. They didn’t think so. Mark said that they’d come up with one of they’re own for us. So before the next meeting we all, nine of us, met at Mark’s house and at the edge of the woods they blindfolded us and started leading us in. I said we know where the secret fort is. Good, no talking. We walked for what seemed like a long time then we stopped and they took off our blindfolds. We were told that we had fifteen minutes to find the fort or they throw us out. Out of our own club? John said, you can’t. Find the fort and we won’t. Well we found the fort, in twenty-two minutes. Mark tied our hands behind our backs and tied our feet together around a big rock and told us they would vote on our membership. While he was gone I asked how Mark had taken over and we started planning on how we would get even with Mark.

Mark came back to get us and said we were still in. We were welcomed back as initiated members.

Mark still wasn’t off the hook.

Actually for the payback we decided on something simple yet effective, the tour of the house. On a day that we knew that John’s parents were going to be gone for a while John invited Mark to come over and play a game. John started puffing mark’s ego telling him what great sense of direction he had no getting lost in the woods and how he had us lost blah, blah, blah. By the end of it we could probably have lead him to China. John got the neckerchief and the belt and tied his hand behind his back and blindfolded him then lead him from room to room spinning him until he was dizzy and for every room he got wrong he got the punch in the arm. The extra spinning made sure he got most of them wrong. When we had gone through every room we lead Mark to the dining room where we tied him to a chair gagged him and left him there until just before it time for John’s parents to be back. So there wouldn’t be ant doubt in hid mind as to why we did this we told him and let him know that if ever tried to take over the club again he would be in for even worse.

He got the message, sort of.

I really didn’t want to bully anybody but did not want to be bullied either and Mark had the annoying trait of trying to take everything over and we found out that tying him up for a ‘time out’ was really effective for restraining his controlling tendencies. He must have liked being tied up too, or was just really arrogant, because he kept doing things that got him tied up.

Lucky guy. I wasn’t that bold or arrogant, whichever. At least not in the club.

John and I did start tying each other with the disguise of ‘I wonder if this would work with Mark. Will you help me with this?’

At the end of the summer it was basically the end of the club at least until next summer, and the summer after that. After that summer John, Mark and a few of the other guys were starting junior high school and I and rest of us were still going to be in elementary school and the secret fort was becoming less of a secret, especially after the town bought the woods as a park/nature sanctuary. Actually, I’m glad the town did that rather than have the land sold to a developer for a shopping center or some other offices or houses. Even now I can walk through there and know almost exactly where the fort was. I still can find the rock that John and I had our feet tied around.

One weekend he asked me if I wanted to go fishing.

“Sure.”

“O.k. I’ll ask mom if we can use the thing.” The thing was Volkswagens version of a Jeep. She said yes and we soon had the thing loaded with our fishing supplies. Dad fished, he and dad fished. Dad was sort of a one-kid-at-a-time kind of guy and Chris always seemed to have first dibs on his time, but since he was progressing in high school hanging out with dad wasn’t as “cool” as it was for him and he could impress his non-driving friends. When asked about me, “…parents made me take him too.” This was going to be fun though. I had fished in the creek near our house but no serious fishing. I felt like I was growing up, because this would be serious fishing. We started out and he told me that today he was going to take me to dad’s fishing hole.

“Cool.”

“I thought you’d like that, but it’s a secret so you can’t tell anybody where it is.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“I know, I believe you,” he stopped the car, “but I want to be sure,” he reached into his stuff and pulled out what was three bandannas already folded into a flat strip, “so I’m going to blindfold you.”

“CHRIS, I’m not going to tell anyone!”

“I know, with that blindfold on you can’t see anything.” As he started driving again.

“But I won’t tell any one even not blindfolded.”

“I know, because I won’t take you there without the blindfold.”

“This isn’t fair, you know where it is.” I really wanted to know where this place was.

“Yeah, and I didn’t find out until I was 15. Dad never took me there before that. You get an early preview, and I still keep the secret.

“O.k.” I sighed halfheartedly as I settled back for my trip—somewhere. I tried to follow a mental map of the area as I knew it but Chris got me lost well either deliberately or it was just that complicated to get to, from the sound of it I wouldn’t know the answer for three more years. It was a beautiful spot and the fishing was good, well for Chris, who already knew the waters. He caught four trout, called it a day and blindfolded me for the return trip. He made sure I had the blindfold off before we got to our neighborhood.

That evening we had trout for dinner—big surprise.

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First I will explain my situation.

My name is Alan and my EX gf is Jade.
I am 21 and she is 16.
While we were going out she did not know I was into bondage but now she knows and she seems quite cool about it. She is pretty open about everything and likes to have a laugh. Its unlikely we will get back together though.

Only she has just asked me a big favour. She is going on holiday with her school and needs spanding money and money to pay for it. Her Mum and Dad wont help her so she just asked me if I could help her out. She said she would pay it back when she gets a job which I said was fine and we agreed that would be fine.

Ive agreed to give her the money on the 25th May.
But my mind tends to wander. She knows im into bondage so would it be wrong for me to ask her to do me some little ''favours''?? Perhaps let me tie her up and have a laugh about it. Im seriously stuck on this. I dont know what to do. I know what I want to do but would that make me a horrible person?? Im pretty sure she would go along with it but it just feels wrong.

Im just wondering what anyone else would do in this position?? Plz let me know.

Best regards,

Markyboy113

As long as you don't make it a conditional. Give her the money because you like her and you want to help her. If she wants to return "favors" great. But it might make her uncomfortable. Also, I'm not passing judgment but you are an adult and she is not. You have to be careful with things like this.

This is my first post I've been reading for years, great stories.
My first time tied up and mercilessly tickled was when I was 12.I was an average size 12 year old with brown hair, and very ticklish.
I guess you could call me stupid since I had no clue my friend was tying me up until the rope was going around my limbs.
It wa a saturday in May of 92,. My friend Ryan called and wanted me to come over, I was going to be sleeping at his house that night so it was possible I may not come home until the next day. I roller bladed to his house wearing crew cut socks, running pants, and a football jersey.
When I got to his house he wanted to play video games, so I agreed he had a pretty fair size room in the basement of his house. We got to his room and he said he wanted to put a wager on the game, loser does anything the winner wants. I was already to give him my lawnmowing duty for the next day. By the way it was about 1230 at this time. He chose a racing game which he had but I didn't, this worried me. He said 10 races person with the most wins is winner. He started and got 8 of 10. Iwent and got 5 losses in a row so I decided to give up. He had a black rot iron futon bed the folded from couch to bed it was now a couch. he told me to lay on the floor with my feet propped on the center of the bed. I didn't ask questions because I didn't think anything. He went to a drawer and pulled out a bandana and blidfolded me with it, and said to stay still and I asked what he was goining to do, he said to shutup. He went to his closet and I heard a paper bag. Ifelt him sit with my feet between his legs and he pulled my socks off! I asked if he was going to [paint my toe nails and he said that wasn't for him. I felt him wrapping rope around my feet this made me look his way and try to take the blindfold off he caught me and told me to stay still or it wouldn't be good for me and I started to ask him what he was doing when he stuffed one of my socks in my mouth and tied it off witht the other. He went back to tying my feet, why he didn't start with my hands I dont know to this day.
He tied rope around my feet then went through the middle of my legs and tied it off I could tell it was secure I wasn't getting out of it. Next he tied my feet to the bar of his futon making it impossible to get away from the bed. He tied my hands crosswise behind my back then loopped the rope around the middle again. last he tied my hands to my feet, and also tied my knees. I couldn't move an inch.
He wrapped duct tape around my already gagged mouth about 4 times and took the blind fold off. When he took it off I saw a mirror infront of me, and he sat agian with my feet between his legs on his bed and held his fingers to my feet. I struggled with all my strength but it was no use. he went to work and I lost it MMMMMMPHHHH PHHH PHH!!!!! I looked in the mirror and saw him tearing into my feet, not caring what torment I was going through. I couldn't move my feet at all, then He started going after my ribs which he could reach with his barefeet. between his fingers on my feet and his toes on my ribs, it was the worst thing I'd ever expeirienced. After about 20 minutes of torture and a couple breaks his phone rang. Iused this time to build up strength, for some reason I knew I wasn't done. A couple minutes later he came down and said our friend nick was on his way over, our party was going to be bigger

Thanks for yr opinion. Im really glad u said wot u said cos it had never actually crossed my mind to make it unconditional lol

I understand what yr saying about our ages. when we were going out thats all we ever heard from every1. No-one could actually accept that we could ever be together. But whats done is done i guess.

At worst I can ask her wot she thinks and if shes not up for it so what lol nothin gained nothin lost

all the best :D

Just a suggestion.

I agree with Webber. Just give her the money as a friend. If she wants to do the tie up thing fine, if not whatever. If you made it a condition, then she might do it, but not because she wanted to but because she felt like she HAD to. IMO, if you essentially force her to let you tie her up by making it a condition of getting the money, then you are taking advantage of her.

So as long as you let her know that you will give her the money whether she lets you tie her up or not, I don't see any problem with it.

I've also tried to join that MSN group, and have not heard back from anyone. I have photos to contribute, that have never been posted on the web.

I hope to be accepted soon.

Thanks

Tom

I do not know what the problem can be. I think I gave you the correct URL. I have an extensive adult only but non-porn male (right now) bondage site. I do not and will not accept any pictures showing subjects under the legal age irregardless of whether or not they're "decent" or not. By going on my site you also have to agree to the terms shown on the cover page that takes you into the site. You must state that you are of majority (legal) age where you are at.

If you are interested you can give me an email addy and I will reply in kind.

Again, sorry you're having a problem with bagtat.

Best regards,

R.

thanks

In this scenario of play, Me and 3 friends Chris, "Crazy legs," and Alex were to sneak in undetected, rescue a hostage, and sneak out.

A week before we played, Alex found our hostage. Her name is Lindsey. Brunette, 5'5" 109lbs. Cute girl. I told her exactly how she would be. She didn't mind a single bit.

The game started without much fanfare. My team moved out slowly, but steadily. Airsoft rifles at the ready, we approached the target area.

We decided to try something new this year, the teams will assemble by themselves without previously meeting. This adds to the realism of the scenario. The only person I met on the other team before the game started was the captain and Lindsey.

We approached an cluster of ice shacks where we suspected Lindsey to be kept. She was taped to a flagpole in the middle of the cluster, her upper body almost completely covered. She was gagged with tape around her head to the pole. Her legs were covered also. I'm sure she didn't expect this.

There was only one player guarding her. His name is Richard. I knew him very well... we're both wrestlers and enjoy Greco Roman style. I knew for sure he'd rather grapple than plink it out.

In a rather foolish move, I gave my rifle to Crazy Legs, and approached him in a wrestling stance. Almost by instinct, Richard dropped to the stance as well. Lindsey "mmmphed" in confusion.

We locked up hard and grappled, each of us trying to throw the other to the ground in order to do a lift. Richard jerked me to the right and I almost lost my footing, but I kicked my legs out and maintained balance. I pulled him towards me and got my hip in on him. Once he yawed forward, I lifed him up. I could hear Lindsey struggling to get free as she rustled on the ground. I hoisted the 240lb Richard over my knee, then brough him back down gently and changed my position. I lifted him once again into the air. This time, he was upside down. I brought him down onto the soft ground back first. He landed with a "Shit!" then followed by a "You win, dude."

It took us a good while to get her off that pole. Just as we did, the Opfor arrived and we high tailed our asses out of there.

This is the story of the best tie-up experience I have ever had. And, trust me, I have had quiet a few in my day. It happened sometime around 1999 or 2000. I, as well as mostly everyone involved in the story, give or take a year, was around 17. It started out on one of my favorite night’s. A night where a few of our female friends were gathered at one of their houses, close to my friends. Usually every time they did this, me and my buddies would mess with them in some way. It probably had happened about 3 or 4 times previous to this time. Every time we would do different things, depending on what they were doing. Mostly it consisted of trying to spook them by tapping on windows, pranking their house and just generally annoying them in some way. Now, I had always had an interest in tying girls up, but never before had I had the guts to suggest what I was about to suggest this night. I suggested that we break in and tie them all up, and man was it hard saying those words out loud. Now it’s so simple to type them, but back then I was super nervous about the whole thing. What if they thought I was a weirdo? Well the response I got was, to say the least, different. I think they were more up to it then I was! So there it was... My heart pounded furiously... we were going to tie up the girls! To start, the girls were all watching a movie at Heather’s house on the count of Heather’s mom going out for the night. Heather was kinda short with light brown hair and was a longtime friend of mine. She had a little weight on her, but nothing to make people consider her “fat”. The movie they were watching, believe it or not, was The Matrix. I know, this sounds strange, a bunch of girls watching The Matrix, but this back when anyone who had a DVD player HAD to get The Matrix, because it was being called “The Greatest DVD Experience of All Time” or some crap like that. So I guess that line suckered Heather into getting it and getting everyone together to watch it.
By the way, the other girls were; Mary, my closest friend of the bunch, and a real sweet girl. She had long black hair and a cute face. Tawny, the girl I was least friendly with. She had blonde stringy hair and was kind of on the taller side and skinny. And last but certainly not least was Karen. She was short and overweight. She wasn’t huge, but she had a good amount of weight on her. She had like reddish brown hair. Anyway, so it was about 9:30. We were pretty sure the girls all showed up at around 9, so now was the perfect time to strike. Me and my friends (Mike, Matt, Billy and Joe)
were more of a “Make up the plan as you do it” team. We were never very good planners anyway. But the one thing we did have to take into consideration before we set out was what we were going to use to tie them up with Now I would have loved rope and bandannas, but no one I ever knew had them just lying around, and tonight was no different. So we grabbed the only thing we could find.... One lousy roll of duct tape... actually, about half a roll of duct tape, since it looked as if it had been heavily used. Everyone was satisfied with this, except me of course because I knew I couldn’t get as devious as I had planned. Well, you take what you can get I guess. And with that, we were off.
After walking for about a two blocks or so, we were only a few feet away from Heather’s house, and I could feel the excitement rising. Not only me, but the rest of my friends too. We stopped right in front of the house and got ready. By the way, getting ready means standing there dumbly, looking suspicious.
“Are you ready?”Matt asked, showing no fear.
By the way, as in anytime I am telling a story from my past, I will not be able to remember exact dialogue, so what I can’t remember I will try to fill in with something close.
“You know it!” Joe answered, I will never forget that line.
We all approached the house like a gang of wolves, circling it and splitting out in every direction. I took the left behind Mike. Me and him got the crappy deal, because we really couldn’t do any spying, considering the living room was on the other side, so we checked for open windows. After finding none, we met up with the other three in the backyard.
“None.” Mike said.
“Same.” Joe said.
They knew we were going to try something, they had to. Heather has never been known to shut and lock her windows, especially not in 70 some degree weather. I guess this is the consequence for pulling the same type of stunt four times in a row.
“This sucks...” Someone said, not sure who, but that was the general feeling in everyone, so it really doesn’t matter.
Just then the back porch light came on, and behind the back door’s window was Heather with her middle finger up in front of her face, and just like that, the light went out and the little blind on the back door closed.
“Damn!” Billy yelled.
Everyone kind of laughed in defeat. She got us good, but I intended on getting her better!
Heather must have told the others, because we heard giggling from behind the door, but without the porch light, or kitchen light on, we couldn’t see a damn thing. After a few seconds the giggling stopped, and we could only assume they went back to watching their movie.
“We’ll get them again....” Matt said and started walking back to the front of the house.
“Wait!” I bursted out, trying anything to stall us giving up. “There has to be a way...”
We stood around thinking, but judging by everyone’s face, it didn’t look good. But then, like the gates of heaven opening, we heard...
“Guys?” In a whisper-yell type voice.
Everyone ran to the left side of the house, and their with her head halfway out the window was my good old pal, Mary. I knew she would come through.... not really, but she did!
We all laughed at our predicament.
“What were you guys going to do?” Mary asked, still smiling.
Joe took the duct tape out of his back pocket and waved it in front of his face.
“No way!” She said and started laughing. “OK listen, they think I’m in the bathroom, I’ll go and unlock the back door.”
Man was Mary coming through!
“This movie is horrible anyway.” She stated.
Any other time I would have defended the movie to no end, but my mind was elsewhere on this particular occasion.
We made some more chit-chat, then we said our goodbye’s and she slowly slid the window shut. We made our way to the back porch and Joe checked the knob. After doing so he nodded his head, and we all began slowly entering Heathers house. My heart was going a mile a minute. The thrill of sneaking around getting ready to tie a bunch of girls up was intense. The way Heather’s house was set up was perfect. Her downstairs was like a big circle of rooms, with the stairs right in the middle. We decided in hand motions and soft whispering to head upstairs and await the first victim. Making it up those stairs without any noise was tough... especially for a group of teenage boys. However, we did it, and piled into Heather’s room. Here we could talk a little louder and discuss. After a few minutes Billy found a nice fault in our plan.
“What if no one comes up here?”
I told you we weren’t very good planners. Our only chance lied in the hopes of a bathroom break.
More time passed... still no one. Things were looking grim.
Suddenly we heard footsteps outside. Everyone got ready to attack.
“Guys?” We heard Mary whispering.
“In here.” I called out.
She walked in and started giggling.
“What the heck are you guys doing?” She asked.
“We were waiting for someone to come upstairs.” Matt answered.
“Mary, get someone to come up here somehow.” I told her. She agreed and headed out of the room. Looks like that plan didn’t need to happen anyway.
“Mary? I thought you were getting a drink?” We heard Heather call up the stairs.
“Yea... I think I dropped my keys up here.” Mary said.
It’s moments like those I really appreciated knowing Mary. We heard Heather coming up the stairs.
“Yea, I think they’re in there.” Mary said. Seconds later Heather came into her room and flipped on the lights.
“Ahh- MMMPH!” She squeeled as Mike clamped his hand over her mouth, swinging himself behind her. She struggled wildly, but Mike had a good grasp over her arms. She started pounding the ground, so Billy ran over and tucker her feet under his arm. They carried her over to her bed and flopped her down. Mike quickly jumped on top of her, straddling her stomach and replacing his hand over her mouth.
“Mmmmph! MMMMPH!” She tried screaming, but Mike’s large hand kept her quiet.
Joe approached her with the tape, but I stopped him.
“It will make too much noise ripping it off. Mary go downstairs and turn the volume up.” I instructed.
Heather suddenly jerked her head forward, eyes wide.
“MMMM?” She “said”, finally realizing Mary was in on the whole thing. Mary laughed and went downstairs.
Moment of silence as we waited to hear the TV be raised. I guess I’ll take this time to tell you Heather was wearing a pretty tight yellow t-shirt and white shorts. She was barefoot too, which I was admiring at the moment as I held her feet down. We heard a slight raise in the volume downstairs and wasted no time. Joe took her feet and wrapped the tape around her ankles then headed towards her head.
“Anything to say?” Mike asked as Joe was ready to slap a piece of tape over her mouth. Mike removed his hand. Heather looked around. Joe must have seen it coming, because as soon as it looked as if she was going to scream, the tape had been placed over her mouth, sealing her lips together. Mike flipped her over and Billy helped him hold her arms behind her as Joe wrapped her wrists with tape.
We all stood back and admired our work.
“Mmmmph...” Heather let out, looking defeated as she slowly tested the tape. I grabbed the roll of tape of Joe and went over and put two more pieces over her mouth.
“MMMPH!” She grunted angrily.
One down... two to go.

Next was a little problem. Getting Heather was no big deal, we knew her for a long time. But when it came time to go for Tawny and Karen, it was a different story. We all kind of knew Karen on a slim basis, but none of us really talked to Tawny. She usually didn’t hang out with the other three, so we were all too chicken to go after her. Yea, I know, we were cowards. Tawny was also probably the best looking one in the bunch as well, which didn’t help the situation. Another problem was Heather. At first, it seemed as if she didn’t mind what we were doing, maybe even enjoying it a bit. But by now, you could see not being able to move or speak was getting to her, as she looked a little pissed. I knew her and Mike were pretty close and if he saw her getting too mad, he would let her go... and in my plans, that couldn’t happen. So I figured to kill two birds with one stone.
“Someone should go down there and spy... like Mike!” I suggested.
Everyone quickly agreed, as we usually did when someone was volunteered before the rest, and after some friendly encouragement, He headed downstairs quietly.
“Mmmmph! Mmmm!” Heather “said” starting to make a commotion. Joe went over to her and sat on the bed.
“Shhhh!” He said.
“Mmmmph.” She said, motioning to her gag with her eyes.
Joe looked at us as if to ask if he should take off the tape. We looked around at each other.
“Fine, but make sure she doesn’t scream.” I said.
Joe slowly peeled of all three pieces of tape at the same time, but left one side on just incase.
“You guys are assholes.” She said.
“Put the tape back on.” Billy said.
“Wait.... I have to go to the bathroom.” She said, sounding awfully suspicious.
“Yea, I bet.” Billy said.
“No way.” Matt added.
Heather looked a little annoyed.
“Oh! Hey Mom!” She said looking at the doorway. We all looked to see no one there, but as soon as we did....
“HEEEEEEEELP!” Heather screamed as Joe tried his hardest to put the tape back over her mouth. Heather started laughing from under the gag.
We all gave each other that “Oh crap” look as we stood still wondering if anyone heard that.
Suddenly we heard someone coming up the stairs.
“...shit.” Billy said.
Heather started trying to scream for whoever it was under the tape so Joe clamped his hand over her mouth. She was still squeeling as the footsteps were now right outside the door.
We all breathed a sigh of relief as Mike and Mary came walking in.
“What the hell was that! Everyone heard that, and now they know something is up!” Mary said, almost yelling at us in a way.
“She tricked us!” Joe said looking down at Heather who was laughing her ass off from under the tape.
“Well, you guys blew it. I had them convinced that Heather was on the phone and I was getting ready to have Karen come up here until now!” Mary said angrily. “And THIS idiot!” She said looking at Mike. “I heard him creeping around the whole time! He’s lucky he didn’t wake up the people next door!”
“So what! This sucks, let’s just go back to Matts.” Mike said. His words stabbed me like a knife. I couldn’t let this end so soon! I had to think of something.
“Wait!” I blurted out, without really anything to say. Now I had everyone looking at me expecting some sort of plan. “Ugh.... maybe we could get them somehow still.” I was trying anything to keep this plan afloat.
“We could just run down there and ambush them, but that won’t be fun.” Mike said. For me it would! But I could see that wasn’t going to happen.
“Hold on... I think I got a plan!” Mary said, coming through for me once again. We all listened closely as she laid it out... even Heather!

5 Minutes Later.

Mary had a good plan.
We picked Heather off the bed, who was flailing around furiously. Mary dragged out the chair she had at her computer and put it next to her bed. We set her on it and Billy held her bound wrists to the stem in the middle of the chair, while Joe wrapped tape around them, securing her hands to it. I took the tape and wrapped it around her feet and one of the legs of the chair. Now she was completely immobile.
“Mmmph! MMMM!” Heather said, trying to pull away from the chair in every direction. Mary looked at her and started laughing, but then tried holding it back. She walked behind her and leaned on her shoulder.
“Heather, I’m sorry.” She said, still holding back her joy. “Don’t be angry at me, this was their idea, I just wanted to help because that movie was so stupid.”
“Mary?” A voice from downstairs came.
Ugh-oh! This wasn’t part of the plan!
“Guys! Don’t come up here! It’s a trap! MMMMMPH!” Mary said, hand gagging herself there at the end. Boy was that fun to watch! We heard some movement from downstairs, so we guessed the coast was clear.
“Ok, go get ready.” Mary said, taking her hand off her mouth. I went to leave with everyone but Mary grabbed my arm. “Hold on Age. (That was her nickname for me) I need you to tie me.” God, I was hoping she wanted me to do it and as soon as she grabbed my arm, I knew I had it made. Me and her were the closest out of anyone, so I was a shoe-in. I went and got the duct tape off Joe and came back to Heather’s room in a hurry.
“How do you want to do this?” I asked showing her the tape.
“Not with that! It will make too much noise and it will kill taking it off!” She said.
“Mmmph!” Heather angrily grunted from her chair.
Mary put her hand over her mouth, holding back a laugh.
“Sorry Heather.” She said. Then began searching the room.
I stood there watching her, my heart practically jumping out of my chest. I was hoping that Heather would have some rope-like things around so I could actually tie some one up! However, she did not. All Mary could find was a shitty little roll of some kind of white tape. Looking back on it now, I could have turned anything into rope, but at the time, I wasn’t thinking straight.
“Perfect!” She said, walking over to the doorway and then sitting down on the ground. Almost immediately, she began wrapping the tape around her bare ankles. I watched very curiously. The first time I ever saw a girl tying herself up. Next, she ripped off a piece of the tape and pressed it down over her mouth. She gave it a little test with her lips then looked over at me. I froze. I thought she caught me staring, but she was just trying to get me to come over to tie her hands. Phew! I took Mary’s hands and brought them behind her back, taking the tape from her and slowly wrapping it both ways around her wrists. I tried going as slow as possible to savor every moment. After I was done, I stood up and wiped my hands.
“Well... my work here is done!” I said, probably sounding like Captain Dork. I turned to meet the other guys but Mary’s muffled voice stopped me.
“Mmmmm” She said. I turned back to see what it was. I remember, at that moment, Mary looked the best she ever had to me. Sitting on the ground with her bare feet stretched out in front of her and her arms behind her. The white tape actually wasn’t that bad! It made her lips show from under it. Man what a site that was....
Anyway, I went to her and knelt next to her.
“What?” I said, not wanting to take off the tape.
“Mmmmm!” She said again, looking down at the tape. Damn! I slowly peeled it off, leaving on one side.
“Turn off the lights in here.” She said.
“Is that it?” I asked, anxious to get her re-gagged.
“Yea?” She replied, I guess not expecting that question. As soon as she did, I replaced the tape over her mouth. She gave a little surprised grunt and frowned at me as I reached in, hit the lights and went to meet up with the others in Heather’s moms room.
Now what follows, of course, I was not there for. But, based on what I heard, somewhat saw, and was told later on, I am just going to write it like I was. Hope no one has a problem with that. So anyway....
Mary crawled her way over to the top of the steps. As soon as she got there she started yelling through her gag like crazy. Soon after, Karen and Tawny showed up at the bottom of the steps.
“Oh my god! Mary!” Tawny cried up.
“Mary, hold on, I’m calling 911!” Karen yelled up.
When we all heard that we freaked out.
“Mmm-Mmm! Mmm-Mmm!” Mary said, shaking her head.
“What? Oh no! Don’t tell me it’s the guys!” She said.
“Mmm-Hmm!” Mary replied.
“Oh, they’ve gone too far this time!” Karen said, coming up the steps. “Tawny was almost crying down there after we heard you scream!”
“Hey!” Tawny said, not too far behind her.
Karen got to the top of the steps and knelt down by Mary.
“Where’s Heather?” She asked.
“Mmmmph!” Mary said, nodding towards Heather’s room. Karen got up and began slowly walking towards the room. Now in our plan, Mary’s gag was already off so she was able to talk, but Karen had skipped that part, which was about to ruin everything.
“Mmmmph! MMMMMPH!” Mary started saying, trying to get Karens attention. Karen turned around with her finger to her lips.
“Shhhh, the lights look like they’re off in there...” Karen said, peaking around the corner into the room. We heard Heathers faint Mmmphing.
“Heather?” Karen said.
Mary looked over at Tawny.
“Mmmmmm!?” She said, pleading with her to take off the tape. Tawny did.
“Karen wait!” Mary said as soon as Tawny took it off.
Karen looked back.
“It’s a trap!” Mary said. “That’s the same way they got me! I walked in there and as soon as I got close enough to Heather, she pulled her hands out from behind her back and grabbed me while the guys rushed out of the closet and taped me up.”
Karen ran back. The thought of a bunch of guys ready to pounce on you from a dark room must have got to her.
“How did they get in?” Tawny asked.
“I don’t know... Heather must have let them in sometime during the night.” Mary answered.
“Really? Heather seemed like she didn’t want anything to do with those guys tonight.... she was so angry before...” Karen said in shock.
“Yea... she should win an award for that act!” Mary said. “Untie me, I have a plan to get her back.”
Tawny started to unwrap her wrists.
“Hold on Tawny.” Karen said. “So you’re telling me Heather gave up on the movie that she bought to come up her and get tied up, just to get us tied up?”
Now you have to understand, Karen and Mary never really got along... I mean, it’s not like they were enemies, but they had their feuds in the past, so they never really trusted each other. And this was a perfect opportunity for Karen to not trust Mary if there ever was one.
“Karen! Yes! That is what happened! Look at me!” Mary exclaimed, showing off her bonds.
Tawny was still untying her.
“Tawny, I said just hold on!” Karen said, sounding annoyed.
“Why Karen! Who cares! Heather’s mom is going to come home and get rid of the guys soon anyway.” Tawny said.
Crap. We forgot about Heathers mom. None of us had a clue as to what time she was coming back either.
“What if they’re both in on it! Do you want to spend the rest of your time here tied up and gagged?” Karen said. Hearing that come from a girl always did it for me... even if it was coming from a girl nicknamed “The Bull”.
“Oh, Karen! Stop being so paranoid!” Mary said, but you could hear the nervousness in her voice.
Karen stared at her for a moment then stood up.
“OK.... let’s see if your story is true....” She said, turning and walking towards Heathers room.
“Karen, wait! They’re going to get you!” Mary called out.
Karen stood outside Heathers doorway.
“Heather, your mom’s home!” She said.
I didn’t get to see Mary’s face at that moment, but I got a pretty good idea of what it looked like.
Of course, Heather didn’t move. Instead she tried speaking through her gag.
“Heather, seriously! Stop messing around, your mom is pissed!”
Heather grunted and tried her best to show her hands were really taped behind her. I guess that was all Karen needed because she stormed into the room, flicked the light on and pushed open the closet door.
“That’s funny Mary! They boy’s must have disappeared!” She called out from the room. She must have checked Heathers bonds next because... “Oh, and I don’t think Heather will be grabbing anybody.”
We talked over going out to help Mary, but then decided it would be more fun to see how things played out.... damn we were bastards.
Karen stormed out of Heathers room and headed down the hallway towards Mary and Tawny. She knelt down and started unwrapping Mary’s ankles. Mary obviously wasn’t expecting this.
“Thanks for not freaking out Karen, it was just a dumb joke.” Mary said relieved. She shouldn’t have spoke so soon. Karen pulled her to her feet and started dragging her towards Heathers room, hands still bound. “Karen?”
When they all got in, Karen had Mary sit on the edge of the bed. She walked over to Heather and slowly peeled the tape off her mouth. Heather let out some strange noise.
“You bitch!” She said in a joking way. The two were old friends and always called each other stuff like that.
Mary laughed.
“We’ll see who has the last laugh!” Heather stated. Was I hearing this? This was like a dream come true!
Sometimes, your dreams don’t quiet turn out the way you think they will. The only thing Heather did after she was untied was fool around by taking four pictures of Mary with her hands tied. No tickling, no torture, not even any extra bonds! At least the pictures she got turned out to be pretty cute. I remember looking at them over and over the one day at Heathers. One was of Mary just sitting there with her hands behind her. One was Heather sitting next to her with her hand clamped over her mouth and Mary showing off her bound hands to the side- My personal favorite. One was Mary laying face down with her legs up behind her... I would have stolen that one if her ankles were tied. And the last was Mary laughing and laying on her back with Heather taking the picture from on top of her. I wanted copies of those pictures so bad, but didn’t want to come off as a creep, so I never got them. Anyway, to conclude the story- Heather untied Mary and kicked us out. Luckily she never told her mom. I know, kind of a bummer ending, but what can I say? That’s life sometimes. It will still go down as one of the best nights of my life, regardless.

By the way, I’m pretty sure Heather returned The Matrix the next day.

Larry Thorne

Hopefully if Im a little tactful I can sort sumfin out with her. If I do Ill let u know wot happens but it prob wont be that much if Im bein honest. Ive been a fan of this site for over 2 years now so I know wot its all about. Id be happy to provide a genuine story if it should prevail.

So that means she has to be nice to you between now and the 25th. So why not just introduce the idea as a laugh and see what she says? Make sure it has nothing to do with the money. She may just go along with it to stay on your good side.

just ask her if she will do you a small favour (out of interest or boredom) but make sure it is no way connected to you giving her any money.

She already knows you're doing her a favour so she may be more inclined to do you a small favour in return.

Thats how I would approach the matter.
Best of luck.
Drake :p

Her names Becky and she is 17. Shes quite small (5'1 I think) slim (ish) dark brown hair, green eyes, and is very flirty.

About 2 years ago I was visiting for 1 week. I was 17 and Becky was 14 nearly 15. She was living with my Grandad cos her Mum died when she was very young and her Dad left before she was born. My Grandad is very old, mid 70s so he spends most of the day taking naps and watching TV. So most of the time we were pretty much left to do what we wanted.

For the first couple of days we just went into town, looked round the shops, and basically had a laugh. We slept in the same room as well cos we've always been really close. Usually we ended up sleeping in the same bed but we honestly never thought about it cos we've grown up together.

All of my pals say she is stunning and I know theyre right but she's as good as my sister so I always frown at them cos I honestly cant bear to think about that. At nights we usually ended up watching some random film or DVD. I mentioned that she was very flirty and it is very true. She would always wear just a T-shirt (sometimes a bra), underpants and socks in her room. Although nothing was ever going to happen I think she liked to cavort in front of me cos she knew nothing was ever going to happen. At times I did notice but you tend not to think about these things.

On the 6th day, the Saturday, we literally had fck all to do. We got up at about 10am and by 3-4pm we were bored senseless. Grandad had fell asleep on the couch again so we just went to the room and decided to play monopoly. She looked through her cupboard for it and I checked under her bed. we were still wearing our pyjamas at this point lol yeah, I know, how lazy. She was wearing a black t-shirt, pink shorts and green/blue stripey socks. Something like that. I was just wearing shorts and t-shirt as well.

She called to me and said she found something. I assumed it was the Monopoly and looked over at her. She had her hands behind her back?? Whatve you found? I asked. She showed me a pair of silver handcuffs she was hiding behind her back. She dangled them on her finger and sort of just laughed in embarresment. I laughed a bit and couldnt beleieve she had a pair of handcuffs?

She walked towards me and asked if I had ever been tied up. I laughed and told her I hadnt and told her I wasnt going to let her tie me up. She sat on her bed and started playing with the cuffs. ''Are you scared?'' she asked. I laughed a lot cos I knew she was trying to play mind games with me. I told her I wasnt of course. ''Well let me tie you up then. Honestly, it will be fun...''

I wasnt sure. Its not that I didnt trust her I just knew what sort of person she was. She has a tendency to be quite sadistic. Not in an evil way but she enjoys seeing other peole squirm or get embaressed. I asked to see the cuffs and they were the same ones the cops use. Double locking and only had 2 chains in the middle. There was no way I could get out of those!!! I told her I would let her put them on in front of me and that was it. She smiled and said that was fine. She took them off me and quickly put one of the cuffs on my left wrist. But instead of putting the other one on my right wrist she tried to pull my arms behind my back. I stopped her and asked what she was doing?? She just laughed and smiled at me. ''oh come on'' she said, ''stop being a spoilsport...'' Even thought I sort of put up a small fight she managed to get my hands behind my back and cuff my wrists tightly behind me!!!

At this point she stood up and walked over to her cupboard. She picked out 3 old skipping ropes from there. She then went to her drawers and picked out all of her knee socks and ties from her school uniform. ''OH GREAT!!'' I thought to myself. I asked her what she doing but she just kept smiling at me and giggling a little at what she was obviously going through her mind. I was laughing with her but I was still a little bit concerned at what she had planned.

If anyone actually wants me to finish this story let me know. Ive never posted on this site before so Im not sure if anyone will even read this. i dont want to write any more without knowing if anyone is even interested in this.

Let me know :)

The first thing I don't like is that the kids in these stories aren't really kids, they're just adults who have somehow become 12 years old again.

Kids are mostly motivated by fun, and only to a small extent by sexual feelings. Adults are mostly motivated by sexual feelings, and generally have lost their ability to perceive what fun is. Stories on this site tend not to reflect this, instead I read stories about 10 and 12 year olds with the motivations and desires of adults. When they tie eachother up, they may not make love to eachother, but they're doing it for obviously sexual reasons none the less. They don't do anything fun while tied up either, because, like an adult, the sexual aspects are all that they desire.

Kids don't strip down to their underwear for tie up games. They don't follow up with clothespins on their nipples. I don't understand why that isn't obvious to everyone.

Kids, being mostly interested in fun, will also involve something fun in a tie up all of the time. ALL OF THE TIME. Maybe the tie up will be part of a fun game. Maybe the fun is in tying eachother up. Maybe the fun is in trying to escape. Maybe the fun is in just playing pretend, like a game of cops and robbers.

However, the fun definately isn't in leaving eachother tied up for long times, because there's nothing fun about not being able to do anything for a long time, while your wrists become sore from a small but constant pressure, and your limbs become sore from being in the same position for hours. It's boring, painful, and generally sucks, and only adults who've lost their ability to perceive fun altogether will enjoy it.

Never in my experience as kid did I ever see a tie up where the kids doing the tying wern't absolutely devoted to making sure the kid who was tied up was having fun. There's good reason for this of course, kids like their friends, and want them to continue being their friends. Kids get upset and decide to stop being friends with other kids for the silliest of reasons, and the kids doing the tying know this. Should they find someone who will let them tie them up, they're not going to try to make them hate them.

Every time I was tied up as a kid I was always asked about everything. When I was eight and in handcuffs, two other kids said to me "Hey, there's this cabinet over by our house, can we lock you in it?" We went over to look at it, with me still in handcuffs, I looked at it and told them that I didn't like the spiders inside, although my real concern was that I had keys hidden where they usually locked me up, and no way to get out of this cabinet. Since I said no, they didn't lock me in it, and instead took me over and locked me in my club house like usual. With two of them and me with my hands behind my back, they could have locked me in it, but they liked playing with me, and so they were nice to me.

And they were always around too. They didn't run off and leave me for several hours, they'd run off and leave me for two minutes at the most. They'd also not keep me locked up for more than five minutes before releasing me, allowing me to go and pretend to rob a bank again so that they could pretend to arrest me again. It's because we were interested in having fun, and the fun was in the capturing and in being captured, not in being locked up all day, and not in leaving a friend locked up for six hours and having to go find something to do without them in the meantime.

When I was older I had another friend who would tie me up. When I was tied up he would constantly ask if I wanted untied, and it wasn't until after some time that he learned that I didn't and would wait until I asked to be untied. Even so, if I didn't try to escape, he'd get bored and untie me because he was bored. I would ask him to gag me with a sock, but he wouldn't. His objection was that he wouldn't be able to talk to me if he did.

I've never known of any kid to be tied up against his will, with the exception of one friend who was almost handcuffed against his will, except that I had the handcuffs and wouldn't give them to my friends.

The thing here is that this particular kid I know wouldn't have gotten upset about it, he'd been friends for years with the other kids, and I'm sure they wouldn't have wanted to do it if they didn't know that he'd not be mad at them for it.

We'd tied him up before and he was extremely okay with it. We tied his hands behind his back, then decided to go outside and put his coat over him. We went outside and then as a joke I took his coat off of him, but he said "that's okay, I don't need it" and so we went for a walk in the woods, in the cold, him with no coat, and with his hands tied behind his back, and he never complained. Had I thought about it, I would have realized that after something like that, there's no way he'd get upset about being handcuffed for a few minutes.

Had he continued to yell after being handcuffed, I'm sure they would have let him go. After all, they were his friends.

So the way I see it, there's just some things kids don't do to kids that are tied up: They aren't mean to them, they don't tease them excessively, they don't remove their clothes, they don't force them to run home in their underwear. They don't tie them up for long periods of time, they don't run off and leave them alone, and they don't torture them with clothespins, itching powder, and hell, I've never even seen tickling. With kids, tie up games are entirely about having fun for all involved, especially anyone who's tied up.

Please just think about how kids think when deciding what kids are going to do in your stories. My favorite stories are the ones that are completely believable. When I run into something that I can't believe, it just ruins it.

Now, on to other things I can't stand to read.

The number one thing that irritates me is stuff like: And then I said "what do you think you are MMMMMPPHH!!!" This irritates me in several ways.

First, MMMMMPPHH isn't a word. It's just silly. It's always capital letters, it's in every other story, the characters always proceed with their sentence as if it's not going to be cut off. If you saw someone coming at you with a gag, wouldn't you modify your sentence so that it's completed before they get the gag on you? I sure would.

Second, is everyone really so unimaginative that they can't think of any other way to gag someone? Is it impossible to imagine someone discussing wether or not a gag is allowed? (These are kids who aren't out to make their friends hate them, after all.) Is it impossible to imagine a captor who allows their captive to finish their sentence before gagging them, or even gags them while the captor is speaking?

Then there's "silver duct tape." Everyone knows what color duct tape is, and worst of all, it's not what most people would call silver. Using the phrase "silver duct tape" just indicates that your story is nothing but a rehash of other stories from this site. Just say "duct tape." And hell, why not "masking tape" or "electrical tape" or "scotch tape?" Kids don't always have duct tape available, you know. When I was a kid I got yelled at for wasting tape, so I always used rope anyway.

Then there's this joke about boy scouts spending 100% of their time tying eachother up without adult supervision. Please, if you wern't in the boy scouts as a kid, don't write about it. You just make yourself look like an idiot.

There's also a popular theme where kids get together to have a little class on tying people up. All the kids sit quietly and listen to the teacher kid as he instructs them for hours on the many masterful ways he knows to tie up other kids. This is just so unbelievable I want to cry every time I read about it.

The closest reality could ever come to this would be a few friends having a sleepover and tying eachother up, with one kid happening to be much better at it than the others, and the other kids ocassionally taking notice of how he does things. They'd never pay constant attention. They'd never let him go through hours of course material, and he'd never attempt to. Learning and teaching isn't any fun, it's work, and remember that kids are out to have fun.

Am I the only person who knows that you can't tickle people for hours because they become immune to it after a while?

I hate reading about someone losing conciousness and not being taken to the hospital. Even if it were possible for adults to somehow safely make eachother lose conciousness in a tie up game, I don't believe kids would go for it. It seems like a really mean thing to do, making someone lose conciousness and then tying them up, and kids aren't into being mean when playing tie up games. Kids are all about making sure that their victims are having fun, and if they are having fun, then they don't need to make them lose conciousness in order to tie them up.

The stuff that passes for inescapable gags is insane. Next time you're tepted to think that shoving a handkerchief in someone's mouth and tying another around their head is enough to gag someone, try it on yourself. You will gag yourself, but only in the gagging on something in your throat sense, and you'll be talking again in no more than three seconds. Same if you use tape, even if you wrap it around the head several times, although in that case it might take 15 seconds. And running a string through a ball, that doesn't work either. The only thing I've found that works for me is to run tape vertically on my head, so that my jaw can't open, and then around my head to cover my mouth. But if I see a story mention that, I'm going to puke, then hunt down the writer and kill them.

Kids don't need effective gags, because they're playing. They put tape on their mouths and they try to keep it from falling off because they don't want it to, because they're playing. It's a game, it's fun, and so it doesn't have to be impossible to remove. Plus since it can come off, if the kid is in trouble, they can remove it even without their hands, and if that's not good enough for you, just have your character pretend that a single strip of tape is effective because they fear if they remove it that they'll get something that really is effective.

I have a stuffed up nose 50% of the time, but that never seems to be the case in any of these stories. Plus, you have to open your mouth to hyperventilate, because your nose isn't big enough. Yet I read all sorts of stories about fighting with a kid to tie them up, and then gagging them completely, and yet they don't pass out from lack of oxygen. It's just another indication that a story is fiction.

"He was ready for revenge..." Every time I see that, I think, no, it's more like "He was ready to go home and never speak to me again." It's just silly. A kid's been tied up against their will for hours, and when they get out they're going to seek revenge? Hell no, they're going to seek to make sure that never happens to them again.

Every tie up I witnessed as a kid was with the permission of the one being tied up, yet reading this board one would get the impression that kids are tied up against thier will the majority of the time.

Does no one remember what was it was like to be a kid? It's all about pretending. You let someone tie you up, and then pretend like you can't escape, even though you know all you have to do is ask. It's not about having no control and being tortured, it's about having no control and still having lots of fun.

What made J-Mac so bad wasn't so much that every story involved "tighty whities" as it was that his stories were so offensively unbelievable. (Of course, that was partly due to the constant mentioning of "tighty whities" but there was more than that.) No one could stretch their mind into believing that the events he described ever occured.

People come here wanting believable stories. If they didn't want believable stories, they could find much better fiction on the rest of asstr-mirror.org or in the nifty archive. The fiction posted here is just rehashed versions of previous fiction posted here, there's rarely ever an origional idea, and it's never put together in a believable way, but instead it's just put together the same way previous stories have been.

So someone posts something just barely believable, and someone else incorporates it into their story, just making it slightly less believable, and a year later we find that everyone everywhere is on the swim team and they always make sure to wear their speedos when tying eachother up. First there's a small little tie up in the boy scouts, and a year later the boy scouts is an unsupervised organization devoted to bondage.

Then one story has someone held captive for an hour, so the next story an hour and a half, the next one two hours, the next one overnight, the next one for 24 hours, then next one a weekend, and before you know it we've got someone's little brother being held prisioner for a full 14 days.

Everyone's just trying to make their story more extreme than the last, and it sucks really bad. At the same time people with real true stories probably read this stuff and decide not to post since their stories don't measure up. Others throw fiction such as chloroform into an otherwise perfectly good story simply because they're afraid their story won't be good enough without some embelishing.

I'm not against fiction, I just wish the difference between the fiction and non-fiction on this board weren't as clear as the difference between night and day.

That's why I made that post. Not to tell those people to quit posting, but to point out why their stories are so unbelievable. I don't think they're aware that their gagging methods don't work. I don't think they're aware just how sore the body gets after being in a hogtie for 4 hours, let alone 24. I don't think they have any idea what really goes on in the boy scouts.

I don't think they've really thought about what effect tying up a kid who clearly doesn't want to be tied up can have. I don't think they've ever thought about wether or not anyone could be so cruel. You have to think, the kid would be kicking and screaming, certainly even crying, and stuck there with nothing to do but wonder why anyone would ever be so mean to them while suffering with the pain from the ropes that are no doubt a lot tighter than necessary due to his lack of cooperation and causing more pain due to his trying to escape, and all the while he just hates everyone more and more the more he thinks about it. Tying up a kid who doesn't want to be tied up is really fucking mean, yet it happens all the time in stories here, and it's portrayed as if there's nothing wrong with it.

Most of all, I don't think they realize that there are ways to make their stories better besides removing more clothes, making tie-ups last longer, and making the captives be held even moreso against their will. It's hard to think up a good imaginative believable origional story, but that's what good writers do. The bad ones just rehash old stories, insert their favorite fetish, and multiply the length of the tie-ups by two. It's really pointless because everyone can do that for themselves in their heads.

Origional stories are much better, even if everyone's fully clothed, seeks permission three times before tying someone up, and lets them go as soon as they ask.

If people want to post stories about kids who's parents are gone for two weeks, so they lock their little brother in the basement, strip him to his underwear, tie him to a chair, put clothespins on his nipples and make him drink his own pee (just wait, it hasn't happened yet, but I think we're only a few months away) then I think they should be allowed to post them. That's what freedom of speech is. I just think they need to go start their own dreambook somewhere rather than post that sort of thing in a forum that says in so many places that it isn't the place for that sort of thing.

If this downhill slide continues then I see it as only a matter of time before this forum is nothing but child abuse stories and someone has to start a new forum for "stories of childhood tie-up games."

Note from Canuck: see posts below for continuation this discussion

"Kids are mostly motivated by fun, and only to a small extent by sexual feelings. Adults are mostly motivated by sexual feelings, and generally have lost their ability to perceive what fun is. Stories on this site tend not to reflect this, instead I read stories about 10 and 12 year olds with the motivations and desires of adults. When they tie eachother up, they may not make love to eachother, but they're doing it for obviously sexual reasons none the less. They don't do anything fun while tied up either, because, like an adult, the sexual aspects are all that they desire."

When I was first into tying up, I saw it as dramatic, and yet I only wanted it to happen to characters I found cute or endearing to some degree, which tended not to be adult males but instead girls (and boys), and women.

However, when I did a couple of little "tie up" games with some girls I knew at the age of 11, even though I found them attractive, I also tried to make a game or some sort of role-play out of it, like being a prisoner. Though I DID have sexual feelings at 11 (I hit puberty early), I still wanted a context and to make it somehow fun for them as well as me.

You're very right that kids are primarily motivated by fun - they have sexual feelings, as I know I sure as hell did, but they're on the backburner in their lives. Many of the stories reflect this, but many others do not.

And in many of the stories, there are 11 year olds who act as though they're 14 or 15. Let's not forget that kids are inexperienced and naive - moreso than teenagers. There are a lot of really cute stories here, and I believe Canuck has made it clear that he doesn't mind fiction, but let's at least make the fiction believable.

That's exactly what I'm talking about. Thank you.

Another thing I didn't mention, but you got me thinking about is the selection of the captive. In my younger years I thought about tying up pleanty of kids, but they were always kids that I liked, and never my enemies. I think that's why reality has kids being nice to the captive. The kids they'd like to be mean to aren't the ones that they'd like to tie up.

Quote: "but after the age of 12 or 13, those opinnions are not true."

Interest in fun doesn't disappear at the age of puberty. If teenagers can have a tie up and have fun at the same time, then that's what they'll do.

Also, teenager's entire world revolves around what other teenagers think of them. They want their friends to think that they're tying them up because it's something fun to do so that they don't become suspicious, and if it really is something fun to do, then that's just icing on the cake.

Kids post here all the time asking "how can I get one of my friends to let me tie them up." Obviously the easiest way is to simply ask if you can tie them up, but we all know why they don't do that.

The rain beat down upon the roof of my friend Sara's house as she, her friend Nikki, and I stared forlornly out the window in her living room. We were all sixteen, very good friends, and ready to use Sara's brand-new driver's license (and her mom's car) to go to the beach for the first time in the spring after a long winter layoff. But the weather, which had started cloudy and left us with some amount of hope, had turned from bad to ugly.

"Looks like the beach is out of the question," said Sara's mom. "If you don't mind, Sara, I'm going to use the car to get groceries, since you won't be going."

"Yeah, go ahead," Sara replied, playing with her long, red hair and sulking in her t-shirt, sweatpants and bare feet. Once her mom had left, we were alone in Sara's house.

"Well, do you have something else for us to do?" asked Nikki, the prettier of the two girls. She had straight brown hair that stopped just below her shoulders, and was wearing a pink t-shirt, khaki shorts that cut off halfway down her calves, and white socks. She was apparently going to change before we left for the beach. Nikki got bored easily and already looked ready to bounce off the walls in frustration.

"We could go play in the rain," I suggested jokingly. The only boy in this group (a fact which never upset me), I wore a t-shirt, swimming shorts and my feet were bare, too.

Sara looked around the room hopelessly, pointedly ignoring me. "I didn't have anything planned as a back-up," she said. "We could watch a movie."

Sighing over-dramatically, Nikki said, "I don't feel like a movie."

"Board game?" Sara suggested.

"Nah."

"Bake cookies? Do homework?" Sara asked, receiving negative responses with every suggestion. "Well, do you have ideas?"

Nikki thought a moment. "No. I'm going to go to the bathroom." She left the room. Sara glanced at me.

"Great, Nikki's bored. What are we going to do?"

"Well, there's not much we can do," I said matter-of-factly. "You know how she gets. I wouldn't mind watching a movie."

"Yeah," said Sara, and we didn't speak for a minute. Then, something lit up in her head. "You know, she's being a bit of a pain. Maybe...we could do something..." She grinned. "How about something we've never done before?"

I shrugged, unsure as to why she seemed to excited. "Sure. Like what?"

"Let's tie her up!" Sara said.

Now this was an idea I was unsure of at first. This was not something we'd ever done before, although I can't say it never once crossed my mind. For one, though, I didn't know if Nikki would be okay with it. "Yeah, I guess," I managed to say.

"You know, my older cousin told me once that she used to tie up my younger cousins when they got too annoying. This could work on Nikki, too." We heard the bathroom door upstairs open. "I'll be right back!" Sara said happily.

Sara rushed into the garage. "Where's she going?" Nikki asked me, coming down the stairs.

"Uhh, nowhere," trying to be nonchalant but failing miserably. She looked suspicious.

"She couldn't have gone nowhere," Nikki replied sensably. "She had to go somewhere."

"Ahh, well, she...I don't know," I sputtered.

"Are you okay?" Nikki asked me, perhaps semi-seriously.

The door to the garage opened. "Nikki!" Sara called. "I have a game for us to play!" The words seemed so innocent, but perhaps it was because I knew what her plans were, the way she said them sounded so...insidious. But Nikki obliviously trotted over to where Sara was. I trailed, wanting to witness what transpired.

Nikki arrived in the garage to find Sara holding a coil of rope. "What game involves rope?" Nikki asked, at this point perhaps wondering if Sara and I had had lobotomies while she was in the bathroom.

"The one where one of us gets tied up!" Sara said as seriously as she could.

Nikki was somewhat nonplussed. "Fine. This seems interesting. Which one of us?"

"Well, I was thinking you," Sara said honestly.

"Maybe. But maybe we should have a little contest. I want to tie you up, too, you know." This was news to me. Her ambivalence to this sort of thing was pretty surprising. But then, Nikki did have a strong sense of adventure. She probably thought this would be more fun than anything else we could do. "And what about John?" she asked, pointing at me.

"No," said Sara. "Just me and you. One on one." Sara was obviously betting that she could beat Nikki in a contest as long as I wasn't there to flub things up.

Nikki smiled. "So either way, John wins?"

"Yeah," I said happily. Nikki gave me a small punch in the arm.

"How about this," Sara said. "We'll pick a card from a deck. Lowest card is the victim."

Nikki nodded. "A game of chance? Sounds good." I wondered how much chance was going to be involved, since Sara seemed set on tying Nikki up. Would she go so far as to rig the deck?

They got the deck, now in the family room, and Sara let Nikki shuffle, then shuffled herself. I watched closely for foul play, but didn't catch any. "You pick first," Nikki said. Sara drew a 4 of hearts. "Ooh, not too good. Looks like I'm going to win," Nikki taunted. Of course, the gods are quick to strike down those who deserve it, and in this case, Nikki probably deserved it. Either that, or they thought it would be ironic. She drew a 3 of clubs. "Aw," she said. "Best 2 of 3?"

"No," Sara said gleefully. "I win. Submit to me."

"Geez, okay, Empress," Nikki snarked. She dutifully put her hands behind her back. "Go ahead, do your worst."

Sara cut the ropes into pieces of equal lengths and tied Nikki's wrists snugly behind her back. Then she said, "On your stomach." I found myself wishing I could have been there for that lesson. Sara removed Nikki's socks, which caused Nikki to complain. "It's harder to escape when the rope is on bare skin," Sara explained. Nikki sarcastically called Sara a 'bondage expert'. Now Nikki's feet were tied, and then her wrists and ankles were tied together with a short amount of rope in a fairly loose hogtie.

"This is a little weird," Nikki said, trying to feel out her bonds and finding them very unforgiving, but they weren't too tight. Sara wasn't that much of an expert, so she didn't want to hurt Nikki by tying too tightly. Just tight enough that she couldn't escape. She wiggled her toes, probably because they were one of the few things that she could move without impediment. I couldn't resist, reaching over to tickle the exposed soles of her feet (I think that was more the reason Sara took her socks off...I know some people have never seen tickling but Nikki and Sara both knew I liked to tickle them and we just wouldn't have understood *not* tickling when someone was tied up). She tried to jerk away and let out a loud laugh as I kept at it for a few more seconds. "Don't!" she said once I was finished, still giggling. I obeyed for the time being.

Sara popped in a movie now, and we lifted the bound Nikki onto a sofa, sitting on either side of her as the movie played. It was "Speed", a movie Nikki really hated. "Oh come on," she said, annoyed.

She pouted as we watched the movie, and about ten minutes in I shot a look at Sara, pointing to Nikki's ribs. She nodded understanding, and a couple seconds later we each jabbed a couple fingers into a Nikki's sides. She acted like she'd been electrocuted. "Please," she said. "I'm very ticklish!"

"We know," Sara said mischievously.

For the next ten or so minutes, Sara and I would occansionally reach over a give poor Nikki a little tickle, maybe on her feet, maybe her ribs. Once, Sara turned Nikki over a little so she could tickle Nikki's stomach. It seemed no matter where we struck, it was a torturous experience for Nikki.

After twenty minutes, Sara undid the hogtie. I thought that she would completely untie Nikki, but that was not the case, despite Nikki's pleas (I should point out that she seemed like she was having some fun, and was complaining mostly because that was part of the 'game', if that makes sense. If she had been miserable we would have untied her). Her wrists and ankles were still tied. "What should we do with her now?" Sara asked me.

"I dunno. Tie her to a chair?"

From this, Sara grabbed some more rope and we carried Nikki over to a dining room chair. Nikki's half-hearted protests fell on deaf ears, of course. Sara wrapped rope around Nikki's torso and the chair.

With Nikki now secured to the chair, Sara looked at me and asked, "Hungry?" I was in fact hungry. Nikki looked pained.

"I'm hungry, too!" She said.

"Okay, I'll make you a sandwich," Sara said. "But whether or not you'll be able to eat it..." And then Sara turned and went into the kitchen.

Nikki immeadiately negotiated for her release with me. "Come on, John, untie me and we'll get her."

I pretended to consider that for a second. "Well, I would, except that she's making me a sandwich and we can always do that later."

She rolled her eyes. "And I thought you were the nice one."

"What's not nice about me?" I asked, feigning innocence. "How about a compliment? You look cute like this," I teased.

"Shut up."

Sara was almost done with the sandwiches, so I figured I should go ahead and untie Nikki. It had been almost 40 minutes, and I thought that was probably enough. I gave one last quick stratch on her soles to get a little more giggle from her, then worked the knots loose. Nikki thanked me for untying her and socked me in the arm for tickling her.

"Oh, you untied her?" Sara said disappointedly when we entered the kitchen.

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't want to have her watch us eat or anything," I said.

"Such a prince," Nikki said. "But when we're done eating, I'm tying you up, Sara."

Sara looked at me but got no help. "Hey, come on now!"

"I was a good sport," Nikki said. She was right about that. "Now it's your turn."

"Fine," said Sara. "When we finish eating."

Wow, trying to keep me happy, eh?

That was an excellent story. Absolutely nothing unbelievable about it.

But it does show up all those 'true' stories as so fake & false of people being so tightly hogtied for hours on end & that they would sure need urgent medical attention after being untied :-)

I'm not against fiction, in fact it probably may be better than the real thing. I think everyone would be happier if they'd lable their story with a TRUE STORY / FICTIONAL STORY tag.

Greez Jester

I have an idea. If the audience wants both stories, true or not, and a debating society , why not create a second part or a seperate dreambook to deal with it? If not then please try to curtail the debate.

It was a normal sleep over, which luckly all parents were out for weeks on their vaction. So we all went to bed getting used to my house set up. But I hated normal days. Mainly because, I listen to Wierd Al and play Tribes and Runescape all day. So to go out of the ordinary, iw ould do all the duct taping I could untill it back fired.

I went into John's room, I had a good plan. I said,"Hey John, wake up, wanna get the girls and then take pictures. It will be so funny for blackmail."
"Well... Ok, but I want sleep after this." he murmered.
"Ok lets get Heather first." I commanded.
So we creept down the hall way to find Heather asleep in one of the guest rooms. We each slowly got 2 pieces of tape ready and were leaning over her bed. Then we quickly and quietly shoved one over her eyes and one over her mouth, then we both jumped on one side of her body. So we bothed laughed to our selves as she tied to get up but was to late to react. So John said in a deep german voice,"Do not move, and no one will get shoted, Ja.".
I tried to keep in my uncontrolable laughter, but only let out a giggle. Then, when we placed her on the L-couch and went onto Jessica. Before we finished her, Laura came in and then her eyes lit up like dinner plates. Then John tackled her down and started on her sides down to her legs, then when I finish Jessica we completed Laura. So standing there with 3 mummies taped up on a L-shaped couch, we decided to just laugh and go to bed.
But I had a trick up my sleave. When John turned around, I jump and hand gagged him while he was on his back."Vuf da fuf if orf oflem?" he mummled. Then after the first layer, he was the strongest, I made 2 more layers. I had out smarted them, I sat there and took off all there eye blind folds and I stood there admiring my work. I had tricked them all. Even though I broke 3 rules, I still had my laughs.
Then after I removed the eye tape, I said "Ok, nod yes for Tomorrow Never Dies. Or, nod no for Happy Gilmore.". After about 2 minutes or squirming, I responded "Ok... Tomorrow Never Dies it is.". So after I pooped in the DVD, I laid on the other none L-couch and said out loud "Well...... I have to catch up on my sleep. Good morning.".
Well, this is the revenge part. About 3 hours later when I woke up to the scretching of tape, my eyes shot open like a gun went off. I was speachless, they all had an evil look in their eye."... Awwwww, cmon, I was going to let you out, but, I, um-"
"Broke 3 rules, eye coverage, night taping, and turning on your partner." interuped Heather.
"Since when were thoose rules?" I desperatle tried to get more time.
"About an hour ago. By the way, your taping sucks." added Jessica.
"Oya, the new punishments are 3 day consectutive tickling sentences." said Heather.
"What?" I wasn't the most grammoricaly educated person.
"That means you will be tickled Dumbass!" yelled John.
"Well... What should I do..." I quieted down as I said that."What... To... Do..." This was an akward silence, as they weren't the quickest to react."YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME QUIETLY!!!"
Then I, out of shear stupidity, wanted to push up and somehow break through them. But was denide freedom and bounced back to the chair."Well, this is awk-mmmmmphh. MMMMPHHH!! MMMMMPHhHhhHhhhhh....". I could not budge, I wasn't even taped, but was held by every one. Now the taping.
"This time, we do a sucky job on the taping." commented Heather.
"Mmmmph mmph, mmmmph mmmph mmph?" I mumbled.
It was another taped at feet and wrist job. When they were finished, it was like I was going to burst."Mmmmpphh mmph?!" trying to get lose.
"Um, no. No escape. But, don't worry, no eye covering. We wouldn't want you to miss your sentences." smirked Jessica.
"Mmmmmph mmmph." I complained
"He mumbles to much." commented Laura.
"I know a better gag." said John. He knows the "ropes" of tying up people."Here. Get a sponge and a bed sheet.". After he laid me on the couch, they went away. Then, John looked down at me and whispered in my ear,"You my friend, are screwd. And I'm leaving before anybody turns on each other. I know how this works." They soon returned with the supplise. Then he manuverd the supplise some complex way, in which my tounge couldn't move and my mumbles were cut off but I could breath."Ok, now yell as loud as you can.
"..." I tried as loud as I could.
"Perfect." Said Jessica in a high piched voice.
Then they picked me up again. I tried to ask where we were going, but couldn't make a sound. Then when I looked up we were heading toward Jessica's house. No! They can't take me outside! Some one will see. And sure enough, many other friends were outside playing basketball. I was so embarrased as they all laughed. Holy crap, even my girlfriend was out there. I couldn't do anything. But as they saw everyone they laid me on the bottom of the hoop and started to talk and joke with everybody.
Then after about 30 minutes or something we got up again and started for Jessica's house again. Well, when we got there John said he had "something" to do and left us as I laid on Jessica's, Heather's, and Laura's lap watching some chick flick, while being tickled all over my body.
Well repeat the process for 2 days with John popping in every hour or so to see if they turned. Then about on the 2nd day Heather and Jessica got Laura when John walked in and helped Jessica get Heather. But when they finished, he got Jessica and left us all alone. Then he came back a few hours later with some food and we all laughed about it while watching Dodgeball.

As a former boy scout, I can testify that the only reason we played these types of games was because it was fun. We would never leave someone to be by thmeselves.

Ummmm, I said unsure, will you let me go if I can’t. They said of course and Danaka went off to get some rope. I had never been tied up before but I had seen Danaka and her friends playing games where they would tie each other up and I knew it was a matter of time before they were to ask me if they could. I figured id be able to escape though so I was fine with it. Danaka came back a few minutes later with some supplies. I lay down on my stomach while Rose tied my hands behind my back, crossing my wrists, and Danaka removed my shoes and socks, leaving me barefoot. Why’d you take of my shoes and socks, I asked, she just said itd make it harder to escape and not to ask questions so I shrugged it off. Danaka then tied my feet together, also crossing them at the ankles. I already felt helpless and was wondering if I would be able to escape, but they weren’t finished. Danaka then tied my knees together and then lifted my feet to my wrists, while Rose connected them with another rope. They told me it was called a hogtie. They stood back and admired their work while I lay there helplessly. Alright, we’ll give you 10 minutes to escape and if you don’t, we get to do whatever we want to you! What! I said, I thought you guys were gonna let me go If I can’t escape! Well we changed our minds, they said with a grin. Back in 10.

I struggled against the ropes binding me, but I was making no progress, they had tied me up pretty good. 10 minutes passed and Danaka and Rose came back to see me still hogtied and helpless. Time for some fun, they said. They untied the rope that was hogtieing me and carried me inside to Danakas room. With some effort they threw me onto the bed, which was actually pretty big (queen size I think). Then they untied my hands and tied them individually to the headboard. Come on guys let me go, I said. You be quiet, said Danaka. Next, they untied my feet and pulled them down so I was stretched out, and then tied them individually to the frame on the end, leaving me spread eagled. I couldn’t believe how helpless I felt, I was stretched out and could barely move. Okay guys you’ve had your fun now let me go. Had our fun, said Rose, were just starting! I’m getting tired of hearing him hey Danaka, said Rose. Ya, lets gag him. Nooooo please don’t! I said. Too bad; Danaka got 2 pairs of soccer socks out of her drawers and tied them together, leaving a big not in the middle. Open wide, she said. I didn’t open my mouth so Rose tickled my sides, I laughed and Danaka shoved the gag into my mouth, tying it off really tight.

MMMMMPPPHHH!! I yelled, finding out the gag was quite effective. Awww would ya look at those cute little barefeet of his Danaka, said Rose, all tied up and helpless, oh he looks so cute! I agree, said Danaka, we ought to tickle those helpless barefeet. I started squirming, desperately trying to escape as I knew what was coming. I was very ticklish, but my feet were the most ticklish part of me. They lay down on the bed, there feet at my head and my feet at there mercy. Danaka was on my left and Rose on my right, I was screwed. They both started tickling me at the same time. I went wild. MMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!! I thrashed around but I was tied up good and the ropes held. They were both pinning my legs down and tickling my feet. There fingernails going up and down my bare soles. It was torture. After about 3 minutes of tickling my feet they let me catch my breath. Rose moved up to my sides and tickled me mercilessly, while Danaka began working on my feet again. Finally they stopped and said they were gonna go get something to drink. They came back with some water for me, I was glad. Rose removed my gag while Danaka helped me drink out of the straw. They didn’t put the gag back on, which I was happy with. I had been tied up for about 35 minutes when they decided to let me to. Before they untied me though Danaka tickled my feet once more. I screamed out in laughter and Danaka told me to say uncle. Uncle uncle I screamed! She stopped a few seconds later and they untied me. That was great fun, said Rose and Danaka, ya I never knew your feet were so ticklish Scott. I know and I didn’t want you guys to know either. That was torture. Where’d you guys learn to tie up so good, I said. We’re cowgirls what do you expect. Hahaha I said, although secretly I had enjoyed it a bit. We watched some TV and then I said I was gonna go home. I told them I would get my revenge but they just laughed. Well, that was my story about the first time Danaka and Rose tortured me. I have lots more to post. Hope you enjoyed it.

I was flipping through the CD’s, not looking for anything in particular. There was a girl that I know shopping too, she’s a real cool girl who’s a few years older than me, she plays in some good bands, her name’s Gabrielle. I know her because I see her at shows a lot and we have a few mutual acquaintances.

She was wearing real short cutoffs and a shirt with spaghetti straps, she has short, messy blonde hair and the most memorable thing about her is her beautiful, really huge eyes, like anime.
All the record store nerds were crowding her, making fools of themselves trying to kick it, I couldn’t watch. They’re pathetic but they don’t have the self respect to care.
I just kept my nose down and tried not to look at her. I figured she could talk to me if she saw me and if not then I’ll see her around.

Eventually though she was standing right next to me but not saying anything so I struck up a conversation. She looked at the records I was buying and we talked about music and stuff. The thing about her is that she’s very beautiful and she’s in bands but she’s not at all a badass; she’s actually really shy. So if you’re timid around her it’ll seem like she’s stuck up but if you just go up and talk to her she’s really down to earth and easy to talk to.

I told her I was going in her direction so we could walk together. She invited over to her house and said that she had some things she wanted to show me.
I’d been over to her house before but that was for shows. She lived in one of the old mill buildings with the badass punk rockers who were like twenty five. Those kids were unapproachable to me but I’ve learned that coolness is all about mystique. If you get to know anyone well enough they won’t seem cool at all.

We went up to her room, they had a huge place filled with all kinds of junk that had been collected. Their place was like a living work of art. A lot of people lived there. I had never been into one of the bedrooms before, it wasn’t big but she had made it really cool, really comfortable. We put on one of my records and she showed me all of her drawings and polariods that we’re all over her room. I was pretty jealous. I write a lot and I think I’m pretty good but no one ever wants to read stuff that people write, if they ask they’re just being nice. But paintings and that kind of stuff, visual art, that people will look at. I told this to her and she kind of giggled and said “I’d like to read them”. I still think she was just being nice.
“Let me show you my other project” she said, “my secret project, okay?”
I was excited about the secret project.
She brought a chair into the room, and said “sit in that chair Rusty” so I did it.
“Do you trust me Rusty?” she asked and I said “I guess I do even though I don’t really have much reason too”.
“That’s good Rusty, I think that we have a good connection and that’s why I wanted you for my project.” She really did keep using my name like that. Her room was really hot because they didn’t have very good ventilation. There was just a fan in one corner of the room, one of those rotating fans where you just get the occasional breeze but it feels really good when you get it, like a rhythm you get into. I liked that she was wearing shorty short cut offs and a flimsy shirt but thought nothing of inviting a strange boy up to her room to listen to records. I also liked that we were both covered in sweat.

I was sitting in the chair and she brought out a coil of rope.
“just so you know Rusty I’m going to tie you up. I’m good at it, you wont’ be able to get away probably”
“Okay” I said.
“Have you ever been tied up before?”
“Nope. Have you ever tied up someone before?”
“Yes” she said, “a lot. How do you think I got so good at it?”
She told me to cross my wrists behind the chair and she tied them really tight. I was impressed with her knot tying abilities. Then she tied the rope around my ankle and brought the rope round the chair and tied it around my other ankle in a slip knot. When she pulled it tight it brought my ankles back but my feet weren’t tied to the chair. I probably could’ve gotten away because I wasn’t tied to the chair directly but then she brought out some rope and wrapped it around my arms and chest, tight enough to slightly restrict my breathing. Now I couldn’t get out of the chair.

“Is that comfortable Rusty?” she asked “Do you like that” and I said it was good.
“Every person has to get tied up differently. It’s all about finding how the ropes like to go over the person. It’s like sculpture” she explained “So I collect people to kidnap, like you. You should be honored to be part of such a new art field that I invented.”
I had to admit she’d done a pretty good job but I think I could’ve gotten away if I really needed to. I didn’t say that though.

She took a thick white scarf out from a drawer and yanked my head back. “Open up” she commanded and I obeyed “this is your gag”.
She tied stuffed the scarf in my mouth and then pulled it tight behind my head. She tied the scarf tight enough that it hurt the corners of my mouth. It was thick enough that it made it hard to talk but it didn’t really stop me from making noise, even she were really kidnapping me she would’ve been in trouble.

When she was done tying the gag she sat down cross legged on the floor and admired her hand work, watching me with those huge beautiful eye of hers, but instead of innocent she looked kind of predatory. She took great pleasure in watching me struggle experimentally against my bonds. “It looks like I did a pretty good job on you” she giggled, “you’re my hostage now, there’s no escape.

She had definitely taken on a more assertive tone since taking me captive. She picked up her polaroid camera and snapped some pictures of me. “This is part of the project, obviously I need to document it somehow.
“See” she said pointing to a section of wall near the bed that was covered in polaroids. Those are all my other kidnap victims. If you don’t like it too bad, there’s nothing you can do about it. Soon you’ll be up on the wall right next to them on the wall of fame.”
She went around the room snapping polaroids and showing them to me. She obviously took sadistic delight in having me helpless. At one point she knelt down beside me and put her mouth right up next to my ear so that it tickled and she whispered all the tortures she was going to inflict on me, like locking me in the closet for hours (I didn’t see a closet).

She set her camera down and undid the ropes that bound me to the chair. Naturally I assumed our little game was over but instead of untying my wrists she looped the rope around my neck like a leash and led me over to lay on her bed. She turned me over on my stomach and bent my legs back so that she could lash my wrists to my ankles and then for good measure tightened the cloth in my mouth.

She squatted down next to me, her folded arms resting on top of her knees, she rocked back and forth on her heals, giggling in delight. I squirmed against my bonds and chewed my gag futily and she loved it. I noticed that she kept running her hands up and down along her folded legs.

She had the pictures of me spread out on the floor and was sorting through them, finding the best ones to hang on the wall. From her bed I had a better view of her gallery of kidnapped victims and she gave me the tour. She pointed out different pictures and told me the story behind each one. She pointed out a girl who had a tennis ball stuffed and tapped in her mouth. “She wanted me to gag her that way so she really wouldn’t be able to scream.” She said and she threatened to do the same to me if I didn’t behave.
A lot of them were people I knew and I realized that probably people I know would one day see me on that wall. Oh well, too late to do anything now.

She pointed out that some of her victims didn’t have cloths tied in their mouths and she said that those were her earliest experiments. “I’ll have to call them back and kidnap them proper. It’s just not the same if the hostage isn’t gagged. It cuts you down to size.”

“Too many of my hostages are girls” she said “I like tying up boys best, that’s why I chose you to kidnap Rusty. All of my victims are hand chosen it’s a great honor.

That was around the time she untied me, I was probably tied up for an hour and I hung out for a while afterwards. Before I left I said something about tying her up sometime and her face turned bright red and she smiled girlishly. Cute as the dickens that girl.

I've got no problem with Philip or others speaking their mind regarding posters and their stories. He's speaking from his own life experiances and was, as far as I know, just being honest.

I'm not saying people should agree with him, but allow him the right to say what he thinks.

To Canuck:
How about a Disscussion Forum ? Then is this Page free for Storys only...?

Greez Jester

On to the story:

When I was 11, my parents were sick of me going to public school and rubbing elbows with the "grungy public", so they put me in a boarding school out in the Connecticut Country. My father and his family had gone to for years, it went from grades 6-12 and I went all 6 years.

Anyway, I was kind of unpopular at my public school in Washington DC and I was determined to make friends here. After the first week, I found out what groups were the "cool groups" and looked for a way to join their club.

There was a group of cool high school kids who lived at the top level of my dorm, they were the richest and coolest kids in the whole school and let us little kids join if he did something noteworhy that they assigned us. This group was called the serpents and we thought they were cool because they smoked cigarettes, played soccer and drank beer.

After a few months, after I turned 12, I found Marcus, who was the one you were to talk to if you wanted to join. He said he would consider it for me, because I was the star of the junior soccer team for our dorm house. He told me to meet him and his friends at the top floor rec room that night to find out.

It was the longest 6 hours of my life, but I went up there at 8 to talk to Marcus and his friends.

"Ahh, look who it is. Drake, we decided that as long as you do what we say, your in."

I smiled... that was the easy part. "Anything, Marcus."

"Great. Heres your assignment. We want you to kidnap any member of the Southern Dorm that you can get. Once you bring your little prisoner up here, your a serpent."

I was astonished... I had tied up a few of my friends before at my house... but this was going to be much more difficult.

Marcus looked at my face and said, "Look. If you don't do this, your not in. Simple as that. Today is Thursday, bring him up here any time tomorrow night. Now leave, and don't come back until you have kidnapped someone."

I walked back down to my dorm to immidtaley plan the crime I must commit.

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Friday Night

I got my two friends, Carl and Josh, to help me with the dirty work. We already has a plan and everything.

The victim we chose was a kind of chubby kid, about my height whose name was Scott. Every Friday night, he would stay in the Southern Dorm lower level recreation room until exactly 9 pm to call his parents before he would head back down again. Our plan was to let him finish his call and grab him on his way out. We figured he would be the easiest to grab because he is quite a pushover. Plus, his room was very close to the exit.

We heard him coming up the stairs at about 9 and took our hiding places. he went in his room and kept the door open only a crack. We waited ten minuets before he hung up the phone. 3 minuets later, he walked outside of the room and we grabed him. Carl held him still while I covered his mouth with my hand and Josh tied his wrists with nylon rope we got from the equipment closet. When he was all tied up, I rolled up one of my black crew socks and stuffed it in his mouth and then took my green soccer sock andtied it around his mouth. I know the gag wouldn't work if he tried, but the gag was enough to make him believe he couldn't talk.

Carl let go of him and we escaped the Southern Dorm and made our way to the western dorm through the bushes. It wasn't easy taking him at first, but eventually he gave up. We got to the western dorm enterance and Carl and Josh decided to retreat to their room, leaving me to take our captive up to the Serpents.

I didn't even try forcing him up the stairs, so we took the elevator up. Marcus got to his feet as I walked in and he slapped me on the back.

"Great job, Drake! Your now an official Serpent! Kick back, watch TV, have a smoke. I have plans for this little bugger."

Drake and three others took Scott into their room and let him out untied at Midnight. I didn't ask questions at first but found out later that they questioned him... God only knows what about.

Nick

Once, he got Laura because Nick hated me but liked Laura, so he pissed me off while getting some nice pictures. She said that Steve came in and grabbed her hands with one of his hands and using a homemade sock knot gag to keep her quite. After he tightly hogtied her, he tickled her untill she cried and then took some pathetic sad hostage looking pictures and gave them to Nick because it was part of his service. He also had a scrap book which he also keep in his backpack with the supplise that had a picture of each different victum. We all had fun with the business, and one day he said,"Ya know, the older I get, the more easy and awkward it gets. So I want you take over the business. Its been fun, and well, very fun. From now on you come with me and I'll show you how to do it. How about we start on Laura. I'll do it then you take notes. Then we will practice knots and I'll do it again give better pointers. And then you'll have a try."

It took me a while to take this in, then I finaly said,"Ok... But this better be dam fun."

"Oh yes it is." He said in a correcting voice."By the time you graduate from recruting, you'll be able to do this!"

At that moment he grabbed one of my hands and rope from his back pack. He then tugged my arm forcing both of them togather in one hand. After he pulled out one of thoose gags, he quickly rapped the rope around my wrists then pulled it tight with a knot with both hands."Hey thats not fa-mmmmppphhh!" I tried to say being cut off when he put the gag in my mouth and tied it behind my head. I was laughing behind my gag as he did the same to my ankles. Then he took both wrist and ankles and foced them together. Before I could mumble in pain they were tied together perfectly. The whole process took like 20 seconds.

"I'd say that that's a new record." He smirkied. Then he started tickling me like crazy. I squirmed and squirmed, but no progress. I was almost bursting with laughter. I was pleading as I burts out in tears instead of peeing my self(tears of laughter). Then I tried to make my best pleading-for-freedom-and-or-no-more-tickling face but then he took a picture with his new camera. "One for me."he said,"And a few for my employer. No I can't tell you who, she said no telling, and she had a crush on you... God this must be killing you. Ya know, I don't many chances to talk to my employes often." he said as he sat down next to me,"And don't forget, we do revenge,".

"Lets talk." He said as he grabbed where my knots met and then put me on the couch. He then untied the hogtie but everything else was still tied. So im sitting on the couch in a calm state with my hands tightly tied behind my back and my ankles tied tighly infront of me gagged thinking right now, is he crazy. The only way he can talk to me if he has me bound and gagged next to him. So he starts off,"Ya its a good job, but I don't do it for the money." He was having a good time joking like it was his key to success."I've only liked tying up forver, but well I have to pass this on to you." He then put a book on my lap that said work gallery. This was his book of tied employes."Well let's keep this a tradition. If you get a kid give it to him, but try to get him intrested in tying up first. Ok?". I nodded yes and then he remarked,"He'll be interested, it's generic."

After a few minutes of discusing how he will get Laura, I got a video camera and walked up and started to video tape Laura as she came in and sat on the couch."Ya?" she asked.

"Oh, just making a documentury," I said as Steve walked in with his backpack.

"Ah crap." Her eyes grew wide as Steve put down his backpack only after he took a few peices of rope out and the gag. He then grabbed her arm and did the exact same procedure on me. The wrists, gag, then ankles, but this time he went through each step slowy telling me all the tricks. After he got her tied up and gagged it was time for tickling. He gave me pointers on where the human body was most ticklish.

Then he said,"You have to take the picture at the exact time as they have a pleading look on there face for the album."You can never have enough pictures," He joked.

Well to make an even longer story short im sad to say he went to back collage the next day, and we never talked about it again. But my dad did give me the album and its funny to look my uncle Steve being tied and gagged and all the cute pictures of the kids he hung out with. Its funny memmories when ever we looked at the album and he would tell me all the stories such as this one. For as long as I remember my dad has takin over the business and retired at 20 years old with new kids and such faces. Thats all, for now. Untill the business resumes, till then, Ill be praticing my knots. He was truly, a legend.

In story pushed back you are 14 Steve is 17.
In story Ties r us you are 12 Steve is 19.

Can you explain how you get younger while your brother gets older... I would love to know that trick. Or did I miss something?

Really sorry I can't finish the story. But if any one else wants to add on to the story feel free

I thrashed from side to side, trying to escape. My body aches, not only from the ropes but also the tight waist belt which I had worn earlier, cinched tightly on the stomach of my shirt. After a while it gets tiring, as I unravelled the ropes and I felt the singe,burning sensation as it left rings of marks on my legs and hands. I let the old belt loose last, albeit very slowly. It hurts as my fingers carefully touches the red marks already embossed on my dark,brown skin. Instead of cries of pain, only a heavy sigh can be heard. No gag was necessary for the place I was in - is all silent and empty. I'm all alone in this little world of mine.

Funny it may sound but that's the scenario that truly happened to me 17 years ago. I'm 28 now but the memories burns vividly as if it happened just yesterday. As a child, I was quiet and timid - never to mix around with my peers of the same age. Prefering to be on my own, I've created games which I alone knew about. My only refuge in the family house is a small backroom, near the garage where I can stacks of boxes, filled to the brim with all sorts of odds and ends. My favorite, is the old clothes box. Inside, lay an assortment of attire - ties,scarfs, dresses, belts, pants and shirts.

There I was, indulging hours at end trying these clothes on, playing all by myself. Dressing up, dressing down with every passing minute. As I dig deeper into the box, I find myself an old brown leather belt - already worn with age but still good. It was a mens belt with so many holes, almost right to it's end. My little mind started scurrying for ideas, finding of ways to use it. After a while,I've decided to have it tried on - belting in as tight as it can get. I looked over an old mirror near the wall and what did I see?

My body looked just like an ant, the middle part almost cut in half. I could barely breathe nor move but the sensation felt throughout my body, it feels light and pleasing. What happened that very day, eventually became a habit. I will try to belt in as tight as I could on all of the clothes that I've tried on. However, I'm also one who feels bored too soon and before long, this practise ceased after a while.

One weekend evening, I came into the room once more and continues with my rummaging. I see the old belt and the strong urge came leaping back at me again. Only this time, I placed it on my lap for awhile...thinking what to do next. Suddenly, I remembered seeing my mother, putting away some raffia(a type of fibre)ropes outside the garage. I went ouside to get it, bringing it quietly inside the room. I then threw the whole bundle to the floor, still undecided.

Unconciously, I took one of the rope with my hands and started to make a small loop that encirles both of my wrists. It wasn't tight at first but as I gradually added more loops to it, I found both of my wrists locked together. And there I was, standing with my hands bound at the front. It feels funny at first but instead of reeling back, I wanted more.

After loosening the wrists, I've tried tying my legs next. With my back against the wall,sitting in place...I proceeded with my hips and thighs, tying it tight and with great care. With that taken cared off, I continued making the loop on my wrists, circling the ropes until it feels real tight. I must have sat like that for at least a few minutes, half an hour at most.

From then on, my 'self-bondage' gets into high gear. I will tie myself occasionally from time to time. My methods may vary but the tight waist belt was to become my loyal companion in all of my adult self-bondage sessions.

Like I stated previously before, the experience leaves me wanting for more, to be subdued and be rendered helpless. Instead of doing the tying, I was the one who wanted to be tied, to be taken captive and become the hostage. At so young of an age, my fetish started to blossom nad continue still till this day. I did not have the privilege neither the opportunity to share it with anyone (out of fear being ridicule)

But things are changing now. With the help of the Web, I had find numerous opportunities to share my experiences with people with the same interests as I am. For the first time, this story can be told to all. Never will I feel alone again. Thank you.

P.S. I have pics and tips to share in selfbondage. Please feel free to contact me...

Yours truly & tightly,
tangtut1

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Other misc. stuff to fill in the gaps so that someone else does not fill them in with the wrong information.

Yeah, I was tied up by my older cousin who was the acting babysitter and she wanted to make sure that I could not see the television screen but also see them, my brother and her, watching it. She was upset because I wouldn't finish my dinner. She was 14 I was 6.

I am a heterosexual (straight) man now in my mid 40's. I was a kid once though. I may not remember all of the exact quotes or the vernacular was that was used in conversation but I do have a fairly good memory and remember the general activities of the situation. O.K. "revenge" may be a big word for a kid, so maybe I should say "getting even". We were friends but we did get mad at eachother that did not mean that we wanted to stay away form them forever, but there was a sense of fairness and we wanted to make sure that the other person played fair--that we all played fair.

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Delete as you want to.

Women are just not the ones who tie me up, I don't tie them up either. Dating and/or sex is not an activity that goes well with tie ups for me. Tying someone up for sex seems counterproductive. I have never had sex tied up. With anyone. Ever. I also have not had sex with a man so save the the judgements about male/male tie ups. The idea of tying up the woman I date is right up there with serving caviar and burgundy to sheep.

As a kid it was something fun to to be tied up, see someone tied up, or tie someone up. IN FUN. Bank robberies and hostage situations are not a source of fun for the ones involved or the viewer of the atrocity, well, at least not this viewer.

For me now as an adult it is still fun although a rarity, most adults with whom I associate would not be into playing cowboys and indians. So I take what I can get the occasional initiation, actually few and far between. I do still fish and have taken over my father's secret fishing spot and have taken some of my buddies there. Blindfolded.
No G.P.S. allowed. Not that the fishing THERE is any better than in other nearby waters but, I have found out, it is the idea of solitude and knowing that I won't be found there, well except for my brother and his wife maybe and the occaisonal stanger who just wanders in and to whom I can complain if I want because he/she does not know me or my friends at whom I may be perturbed so I can let off steam. Anonymously. Or at least relativly, I do use enough ambiguity so if someone would happen to be related to or an associate of somebody about whom I would be complaining they would never be absolutely sure that it was THAT individual being discussed.

In conclusion--yeah, finally--I did the tie up thing as a kid, a college student and a little as an adult, and actually miss the kid aspects of it now which is why I'm at this site, to read and post. Not to bash or be bashed. Not to judge or make judgements about. And I know that this posting will probably have no affect on the ones to whom it is directed but please do not use the words; "everybody", "everyone", "nobody" etc., the all inclusive words and phrases in a context and/or form that is inappropriate bacause it includes me and I do not recall appointing ANYBODY as my spokesman or spokeswoman.

Example:

"Everybody who eats hamburgers is perverted"

"Nobody wants to read your stuff on this site"

etc.

It would be O.K. to say:

"Nobody in New South Wales knows me."

"Everybody who lives in my house pays taxes."

because these are true.

I am sorry this was off topic but felt the need to explain and defend and hope the point is made.

I've got a question that hopefully someone can answer.
I've tried to get some of the pictures in the Files of the Yahoo Group. I essentially get a message saying access forbidden. Any ideas why?

About ten years back, when I was 18, my younger sister Amanda, who was 8 at the time, had some of her friends over, Lisa (who was 10), her brother (8 I think), and a friend of his. My parents were out and had left me in charge of the kids.

They weren't bad, they didn't act up or anything and really just kept to themselves, playing this or that or just pretending. Well, this day they were playing some sort of Power Rangers type game in my sister's bedroom, and I was in the living room watching TV.

One of the kids left the room to go to the bathroom or something, and I asked him what they were up to (not like I cared that much, but I was just being nice, asking the usual friendly questions that older people ask kids). He said they were playing something Rangers (not Power Rangers, but something they made up), and I asked him if anyone was the bad guy. He said no, since they didn't have one. I asked if I could be the bad guy.

He said he'd ask everyone else if I could join in, and when he went in the bedroom, I heard him asking if Amanda's brother could be the bad guy. They argued about it for a while, then one of the kids opened the door and told me they said I could join.

So I walked in, and gave some stupid maniacal laugh, and said I was going to take Lisa hostage (which was the plan I was forming at the time once I decided to get involved). The kids said stuff like "no you won't" while some got confused about what I mean. I said to just pretend that I was the villain, and that I had captured Lisa and taken her hostage, and then later I'd come into their room as the "messenger" and tell them that I'd taken her captive, and that's when they'd come in and rescue her. (note that I invented the whole "wait for the messenger" idea so that I could have time with Lisa uninterrupted) Some of the younger kids needed it explained for them a bit better, so I explained it, and once we all agreed to my plan, I took Lisa's arm and gently pulled her out of the room and shut the door.

This was my chance, a chance I'd probably never get again. I took Lisa upstairs to my bedroom and told her to sit on my bed and close her eyes, and wait a bit. She did just that.

Lisa was a cute kid. She had short brown hair, and was dressed as I recall in a green shirt, blue pants, and socks without shoes (no-one wore shoes in the house).

I tried to think up a plan, since I was making this up as I went along, and I didn't want the kids to get restless and "rescue" Lisa before I had even done anything. So as she sat there with her eyes closed, I left the room and retrieved a couple of relatively small sheets. I went back to Lisa, and tied a sheet around her eyes, and behind her head. She asked me what I was doing, and I told her that I was blindfolding her, since she was my prisoner now and she shouldn't be able to see anything.

That explanation seemed to satisfy her, and she played along. I then took both of her hands, and put them behind her back. "You're tying me up?" she asked. "Yup," I said, "but just play along. I won't make it tight or anything." She did, and I used another cloth to tie her hands, wrapping it around her wrists, then wrapping it around again, basically trying to tighten it as much as possible so it would be effective before I tied a knot in it.

I then picked her up and put her on the bed so she'd be laying down, on her chest. I took another cloth and wrapped it around her legs, just above the ankles, and again, wrapped it around several times before tying it off. I then made her sit up again, and took another piece of cloth and tied it around, not in, her mouth, to resemble a gag seen in cartoons. She mumbled "I can talk through this real easy," and I told her to just pretend it worked. Pretending was the order of the day here.

I then tried to think about what else I should do, if anything. I debated pulling off her socks so I could see her feet, and come up with an excuse to do so, like tying her big toes together, but I couldn't see any way to do that which would fit in the story we were enacting. I didn't want to seem like I was doing stuff just for no reason. Then I thought maybe I could do some "foot torture" as an excuse to pull her socks off. Suddenly I had an idea.

I told Lisa to sit on the edge of the bed like that, and just stay put, but to go "mmmph" as if the gag actually worked. I told her that her friends would spot her that way.

She did just that, and I went downstairs. I entered Amanda's bedroom and announced that I was the villain's messenger, and that I had a message from him. That if they wanted to see Lisa alive, they'd have to come and get her themselves, and I told them to wait 20 seconds before they did. I then ran back upstairs and re-entered my bedroom.

I sat next to Lisa and told her that her friends would come looking for her, and to "mmmph" to try to get their attention. True enough, she did. I then pulled on her socks to loosen them, particularly the tops, but did not take them off.

I could hear footsteps walking around upstairs, and one of the boys said "I can hear her! She's in [my name]'s room!" I pushed Lisa back a bit and raised her legs at the edge of the bed, and put one arm underneath her legs. One of the kids then entered the room.

"Oh my gosh! He has her tied up! And gagged! And blindfolded!" he said.

"Don't make another move, or else the girl gets it!" I growled in my best villain voice. "I got just the torture for her," as I whipped off both her socks. I then put one hand right in front of her feet and tickled. Lisa laughed behind her non-working gag, and one of the boys said "we need to stop him!"

I decided I didn't want this game to end so quickly, so I sat behind Lisa and pointed one of my hands to her head in the shape of a gun. "One more move, and she gets it," I said.

"Don't kill her," Amanda said. "We'll do anything!" The boys echoed her sentiment.

I didn't have enough sheets to tie them all up, and I didn't want my parents coming home while I had four tied up kids, so I told the kids to exit the room or else I'd hurt Lisa. It took some coaxing, but they eventually agreed (they were annoyed at first that they'd come into my lair for nothing).

I still had some sheets left, so I basically tied Lisa's knees and torso in the same way, and then I put her in my bedroom closet. I then left my room, and saw the kids waiting outside.

"What did you do with our friend?" one of the boys asked. I told him that he'll never find out, and then I watched as the kids all entered my bedroom and quickly discovered Lisa in the closet. They started untying her, and I watched as one of the boys fetched her socks, which she put on once she was free. I left. My work was done, and I couldn't think of any way to stretch it out further. I certainly didn't want the kids telling their parents (or Amanda telling mine) about the tie-up game, so the less involved it was, the better.

And that's it. No more tie-up games since, but it was a nice one while it lasted. It's the only true story I have, but I've told it.

That wasn't so bad. Now if only other writers will tell stories as well. Let's take this board back from the constant bickering (yes Jerry, you're part of it too, even by replying) and bring it back to storytelling again.

She came into the room removed my nightgown and helped me use the bathroom, before tieing me to a chair in the kitchen.

"Alright Ally," she said.

"Hold still."

She came with a penknife and very carefully cut a small hole in my tape gag. She stuck a straw through it and put the straw in some apple sauce.

After I was finished with breakfast She took a 5 inch strip of tape off the roll, cut a hole the same size as the one in my current gag in the strip, and removed my current gag. The next thing she did was stick my good old oral panties back in my mouth, take the old strip off, put the new strip of tape on, and then put an 8 inch strip with lipstick on it over my new gag.

She untied me from the chair and cut my ankle taping so I could walk. Before she continued, she pulled my panties down, put a period pad in the panties, and pulled them back up. "Now I don't need to untie you, when you need to go to the bathroom," said Sarah.

She led me to her room and tied tape over and under my "breasts" and sat me in the chair. She taped my shoulders and stomach to the back of the chair. My lap was taped as well. She took tape and wrapped everthing between my knee and ankle to the left chair leg, before doing the same thing with my right leg to the chair's right leg. Then she taped my eyes shut and put eyeshadow on the tape.

She left me to struggle, and did things around the house until lunch time. At that time the top layer of tape was removed and I was given a straw and a glass of water.

When I was finished, she redid my upper layer of tape and lipstick. She took off my blinfold, and spent the rest of the day forcing me to watch chick flicks with her. The last movie, happened to be one of the worst movies I have ever seen, but was ironicallly funny under the circumstances. The movie was sorority boys.

After the movie-thon it was about 10 o'clock at night.

She untied me from the chair, and brought me to the bathroom where she removed my used pad and had me use the bathroom before bed.

She brought me back to the bed I had slept in the night before where she tied my ankles, knees, and thighs.
She left the room and said she would be back in a minute.

I was left tied up wondering what would happen next, when she came into the room. This almost made up for the entire weekend.

She came in dressed exactly as I was, nothing but white panties and white bra.

She came over sat down on the other side of the bed.

"I hope you had a good day," said Sarah.
"I know I did. Well, goodnight."

Then she pulled the sheets over us both and we both fell asleep.

...

The next morning she sat me up on the side of the bed.
She picked up a pair of scissors and said, "It's time to free you my crossdressed inmate!"

Then I was loosed as it was off with the bindings of legs, wrist and arms! Off with the the wig! And finally, off with the gag and out with the panties!

I went to dress myself in my own clothes, and wash off any makeup that was left on.

After I was finished, she asked me," Well, did my attempt to transform you into a girl work? You're not to angry are you?"

I replied, saying,"Of course I'm angry. But maybe I could tie you up again some time?"

"Sure. As long as you let me tie you up again as well."

"Yeah, I guess. But no more crossdressing!"

"Then you don't get to tie me up in my bikini."

"Okay, fine." She had me there.

"Good. Well, I guess until next time. Bye."

"Bye."

And with that, I left.

Fin.

I have more stories if anyone wants to hear them.

How about T&R's story?

For god's sakes, let's talk stories.

What posters need to remember is that there are real people out there. Swearing and name calling really are inappropriate, and I'm shocked to see such bigotry from a part of the global BDSM community.

Here are a few of links to sites which people may find useful:

Netiquette Home Page - http://www.albion.com/netiquette/
This site has an online version of a very famous book called Netiquette by Virginia Shea. You could probably find a copy in your local library.

NetManners - http://www.netmanners.com/
This is a beginers netiquette resourse. I urge all the recencent posters to read the 'Netiquette 101' on this site, '10 little curtesies'. Pay attention to Curtesy #9, its especially appropriate to this message board.

Guide to Flaming - http://www.advicemeant.com/flame/
The name of this site is self explanatory. If your going to flam might as well do it right. Although I'd say this isn't the appropriate place to practice your flaming skills.

Well there's my two cents. Lets hope people get back to the stories soon. The constant bickering is really annoying.

Edited by Canuck

That story was not appropriate for this site.

This site is for stories that do NOT have sexual content or overtones, which you would have known if you had read the posting policy.

Please read the site's policy next tiem before you post your story.

Maybe posts need to be approved before being posted. I wish there was an easy answer. After everything that has gone on it would be nice to trust peoples judgement. Alas.

jesse http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jessespager/

I believe that bondage is a bit like sex, in a way that sometimes we might not feel like it, sometimes we do. Indeed, sometimes I do feel like playing bondage games, and one good thing about men is that normally they are always ready to do it. I don’t have to ask a lot to have someone doing the job, and most of the time they will go beyond and exceed my expectations. And that is pretty cool.

Well, assuming you want to read it in the order the posts were made, you'd still have to scroll down until you found the last post you read, you just wouldn't have to scroll down as far. But then you'd have to scroll down while reading a post, then scroll up to the next one, then scroll down while reading it, then scroll up to the next one, then scroll down reading it. It'd be a bit silly that way. Putting the new posts at the bottom, at least you only have to scroll in one direction.

I'm posting that here so that people can see what they are getting into before they join, if they are thinking about it.

so come to my site http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jessespager/

She ran upstairs and grabbed a few scarves out of the closet and that was really easy because her parents weren’t home. She told me that I couldn’t be too harsh on her because this was her first time even though I new that I agreed. I started her off by blindfolding her and laying her on her bed that she has in her basement. I next then tied her arms and her legs to the four bedposts. She really didn’t enjoy that much because I made her stretch a lot so she could barely move. I could hear her whining a little bit because I could tell it was uncomfortable but hey I won the bet so it was ok. I left for a few seconds just to keep her wondering because with the blindfold on she was a little disoriented. Once I "returned" I asked her how she was doing and she told me it was ok so I asked her if she wanted to play a game. She said sure and I said ok "here is the game, I am going to ask u 5 questions about our favorite team the DETROIT PISTONS, if u get 3 of 5 right ill let you go if u get 4 or 5 right ill let u tie me up, but if u get 3 or more wrong I get to tickle u till I want to let u go." Thinking that she knew a lot about the pistons she agreed.

Too make a long story short she got 2 of the first 4 right leaving it down to the final question. I asked her a question about my favorite player TAYSHAUN PRINCE. What year was he drafted and where from. Well lets just say she don’t know as much about it as she thinks she does. MUAHAHA "I win and I get to tickle u as much as I want" I said. I started to begin to see her squirm a little bit and I let out an evil laugh. I told her I would be right back and that I had to go get something which really was a lie I just wanted to see if she would try to break out of the tie while I was gone, which she did but it was unsuccessful. When I had returned to the bed I had told her I was going to start and if she had any last words for me and she said, "as long as u don’t tickle my stomach it will be fine” I said ok I wouldn’t < haha yea right >. But I didn’t let her no that so I moved down to her feet and very gently....

.... I touched the bottom of her left foot. She about jumped a mile of the bed and I think she would have if she wouldn’t have been tied down. I said to myself hmm this should be interesting. So I very slowly tickled her foot as she was crying out with laughter and began to tickle more and more. When I could see that she was exhausted from laughter I began to think how bad it would be if I tickled her stomach. Well I found out very quickly. She is by far one of the most sensitive to the touch people I have ever met. Before I even laid one finger on I her she began to twitch and try to get out of the way. I new this was going to be good so I madly began tickling her on her soft stomach and I could see her almost crying from laughter. I was very happy.

Once I thought that she had had enough I decided to let her go. She told me that she wanted to give me my birthday present and that I would be really surprised but I would have to wait till Saturday. SHE ALSO ADDED THAT SHE WOULD GET ME BACK NO MATTER WHAT. But it still was fun nonetheless and we would have to do it again sometime.

Sounds like someone's happy to see it go.

> I quit the group when I saw it was oriented 80% toward M/m stories.

Are you talking about that little "what sort of story type do you prefer" poll?

In all likelyhood it's entirely the same way here. Where do you think that group got it's members?

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Anyone know of a good web host? And by good, I mean one which won't think that a bunch of images which aren't harmful to minors as they exist scattered in hundreds of different photoalbums over the net suddenly become a bad thing when collected and posted together in one place.

That's probably hoping for too much. After all, it's not the pictures that anyone has a problem with, it's the fact that someone likes them enough to collect them.

Why do I find it so hard to suspend my disbelief here?

My gf was born hee but originated from south africa like me. She had light skin but not very light, brown hair, green eyes, slim, about 5'6-7, and had sexy lips. She was wearing a casual tank top with short mini jeans.

Her friend Ezibella, was latino,black hair brown eyes again a very good body. She was 5'5.She was wearning a skirt with a sleeveless top.

Her friend Jane was i forgot but was white with brown hair blue eyes 5'6 and hotbody she was wearing t-shirt with short-shors.

And her best friend Janet who looked like exactly Michelle from destiny child except she had hazel eyes and had more of a hell of body. she was wearing a midrift and mini skirt showing lots of skin.

Back to the story me and my gf had planned to tie them all up. So this is what happened. We were all watching a movie, than me and my gf said we would have to take care of something and we will be back in 2 minutes. My gf got the rope(nylon) and i got the tape (duct) soon one of her friends got worried (Ezzibella came to check on us. She walked in the room and my gf was behind the door and sheclosed the door and clamped her hand on Ezzibilla's mouth. While my gf kept her hand gagged i wrapped the ropes around wrists, then legs were tied then put in a hog tie and then i secured the knots with duct tape, and then sealed her lips with a 6-inch piece of tape.

Then her other friend just came and i had to go get a book from my friend downstairs. According to my gf she snuck up behind Jane hand gagged her used duct tape tie her legs to the legs of the chair, her wrists to armrests,and then put tape over Jane's mouth. By this time her friend janet heard jane making muffle noises. She entered and saw Ezzabella and Jane bound and gaged making MMMMMMPHHHHHHH-ing noises trying to say "look behind you" behing their gags. Soon by gf hand gagged Janet but janet started struggling and after twenty got her hand off her mouth, Janet grabbed the tape and tackled my gf then started tying her up first her wrists then Janet taped hermouth shut. After tying her and tape gagging her she started tying her ankles when i walked in she turned around and saw me she froze but i just ran and grabbed the duct tape thn i tied her wrists then ankes, knees and than her elbows then finally i took a 4 inch strip and gagged her, good thing was she was the tatlkative one and was now shuted up. i untied and unggged my gf and we watched them struggle to get out they never did so after a hour we untied them.

I know. My name is so out of context now since Canuck deleted my story. The lucky few who got to see it seemed to like it, I wonder if Canuck would get mad if I reposted it.

There still isn't a rule against satire, so maybe I'll just write another one sometime. That one took a few hours to write though, so I don't know, if it's just going to get deleted then what's the point?

You do have to go pretty far back in the archives to find a post with the F word in it that I didn't write, but there's one writer who used it like 20 times over two stories, so I don't think that's it.

I don't know why it got deleted. There wasn't anything in it that was terribly offensive. I mean, it even managed to say "underwear lovers are just sick, sick people" in a way that even you didn't take offense to.

I dunno, I'll just wait and see what Canuck has to say about it.

And what's funny is that I got the message from your story that "Underwear lovers are not the sickest thing out there, and sexual stories don't require underwear"

I just thought it was missing a school uniform.

One of my favorite MSN GRoups was called Bagtat. it overwhelmingly dealt with male bondage, typically innoccent.
It was there Friday morning and gone by Friday night. Any ideas?

Well, yes, but there was more to it than that.

> There is a rule against satire, the stories have to be true.

Thankfully that didn't stop the line of ride-along stories. They were a lot of fun.

(For anyone who wants to read them, they start in Nov. 2004 with "ride along" which is then followed by "locked up" which is followed by the second half of "2 stupid ideas," then it goes into Dec. 2004 with "fun day" and then the one I wrote, "super fun day.")

> The reason nothing you said harmed me is because i dont care if you like underwear lovers or you dont.

Are you sure it didn't have anything to do with the reason that James said "underwear lovers are just sick, sick people?" He's hard to disagree with. He's wrong, but he's still hard to disagree with.

I don't hate underwear lovers. I just hate that they love underwear to the exclusion of everything else. There are a lot of things that make a boy interesting, but underwear lovers aren't interested in character, personality, a good sense of style, or anything that makes individual people interesting and attractive. They just want underwear. So their characters are boring and uninteresting and it has a negative effect on the story that can't be compensated for simply by removing more clothes and making tie-ups last longer.

There were countless things that The Girl could have done with those two boys, but she wasn't interested, and that's why James didn't like her. It didn't bother him at all that she wanted to see them in their underwear, it bothered him that she didn't want anything to do with them once she figured out she couldn't do that.

Who could disagree with James? The Girl was a bitch.

No doubt a new group will be started somewhere but certainly not on Yahell and perhaps not on MSN either. I suppose that if someone wants to revive bagtat or whatever name they're either going to have to find a provider and pay for it and/or put up with possible censorship.

Then again we have Bound and Gagged magazine where there have been stories of kids in bondage - sometimes by adults but "told from the perspective of the kids". When someone complained about this (And with Bound and Gagged magazine there are any number of things to complain about but I won't touch that now) Bob Wingate, the founder of the magazine simply told the person that he could "drop his subscription". What an attitude, Bob!

Yes, some of us are cool enough that we don't have to sign our posts for people to know who we are. The rest just claim credit for being the first to state the obvious.

@Roper1, you could get an ezboards account

I would like to say I was sorry to see the above group deleted. It had a good following. I was not the owner or moderator.

The good news is that if any wants to post I have opened a new yahoo group called canockstug2 for posts.

Hope you do it is in adults section so sorry for some of you under age who can not enjoy.

The address is http://groups.yahoo.com/group/canockstug2/

Burns, this has nothing to do with politics. Take your left wing worship and shove it. Guess what, I'm right wing and I go to this site all the time. Liberals are getting more and more close-minded everyday..

It has to do with liability, not politics.

I was four or five when we went to a movie store to rent some videos. I checked out a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles video (One of those really old ones, still animated though). In one of the parts, one of the turtles was being tied up because they were found spying on the enemies.
Well, he was being tied up, and protested. One of the evil people said to "Put a sock in it" and stuffed a sock inside. Sure, a simple chair tie and a horrible gag, but it got me interested.

How about you?

Far right and Far left are both bad,just please make a distinction and don't paint it all with one brush.

Anyway. Hubby has posted a couple of times in the past two years, (not about me… I haven’t been a teenager for fifteen years…) Here’s who I am, and this is what happened. My name is Caron, I’m thirty-five years old, and I’m from just west of London. My husband is a quiet and, ….well, he’s my husband.

I love him.

Seven years ago, I was married to another man who needed to travel with his job. We had to live in Germany for eighteen months or so, but one of the welfare advantages of his job supplied us with a fairly generous small town of other families who also traveled with this type of job. There were about two hundred couples, some with children, some just couples who lived here, all English speaking, and while our men were out doing their Career thing we could either turn into the Stepford Wives, or actually have a bit of fun. I had my first child about a year before we left for Germany and I wanted to get back to a size 10 in Dresses, …(OK, maybe, just maybe a size 12.) All the mornings I could, found me swimming or doing keep fit or self-defence combat with the Local PTI’s until the only morning left was Tuesday, which Jackie, my neighbour – a twenty two year old from Swansea, who was married to one of the men on the base - finally filled for me. She got together enough of the parents’ little girls to form a Ballet Class, and I was asked to come along to provide a little Parental Control during the various phases of the mornings.

On one March morning, Icy, with the Bavarian Sky a uniform leaden grey, two months after I’d felt comfortable enough with the body of the anorexic rhino I’d previously perceived in the mirror to take the final plunge and insert myself into a Black Leotard and Tights to fit in with the midget Greyhounds who had been darting around me, there was a practice for a show that Jackie had been choreographing for an Easter stage extravaganza for the proud unsuspecting fathers. Several of the mums were taking charge of the various practices, and inbetween sessions, Jackie and I would carefully negotiate the hazardous passage between the little girls whirling a skipping rope which is the seven year old’s rite of passage ‘tween being throttled or having both ankles broken in the name of Lizzie Borden. (I hadn’t remembered skipping being the vicious killing ground that I thought Hockey was….)

Me and Jackie were chatting, gripping defiantly to our hard-won hot chocolates, listening to the teacher torturing a piano which had long ago given up the ghost, when three or four angelic skipping Ballerinas drifted in, (it’s possible they were levitating, you’re talking ‘Girls and Chocolate’ here. It’s a girl thing….) (And then again, it’s possible there were around thirty of them…. There’s justification of thinking there were that many, in hindsight.)

And in hindsight, I suppose, I had heard the sinister giggling and light squeals…. Intuition is there for a purpose you know…

Several girls surrounded Jackie in her chair, and produced several skipping ropes. She smiled and calmly laid down her hot chocolate and helpfully curled her arms behind her, round the back of the chair, whilst the Gremlins… sorry, little girls, began to secure her to her seat with several miles of hemp, whilst she chatted to me obliviously. After a few missed beats, and double takes she realized what the problem with me was.

‘S’ok, we go through this every few weeks or so. It’s just a bit of fun.’

Well, she didn’t seem to be in much pain or anything, but I let it go for a while, but I suppose I had become conscious of the demonic whispering going on behind the curtain. My suspicions were finally confirmed when I saw one of the girls take Jackie’s ear and make a silent, but rather obvious request.

‘I’m sure she won’t mind…’

I think they call it ‘Checkmate’.

Several more candidates of Cute surrounded me and several turns of skipping rope were utilized for entirely a different purpose. My wrists were tied together behind the chair, my rather helpless body tied to the chair and my ankles tied together. Now, looking at Jackie, who they seemed to have made quite a thorough job of, I had assumed they’d be about as proficient as knot tie – ers as a Goldfish would be at connecting up the DVD to the Television. That was mistake 1,2, and 3, all made simultaneously. Now, even then, I was no angel, to be honest, this wasn’t the first time I’d ever been tied up, and that subject is for an entirely different website audience. Just a couple of heaves against the rope made me realize I was not going to be getting up for a chocolate refill. The girls were giggling and even Jackie suddenly worked out that I’d been caught out.
‘It’s ok, they’ll let us go shortly,’ she grinned, ‘they do this all the time....’ Later, I found out, what they DIDN’T do all the time was coming next. A sticky hand held up an equally sticky chunk of flapjack which I obediently opened up for, only to have a length of silk sash wrapped between my teeth, and the rest of the four miles of material wrapped around my mouth. Jackie was as surprised as my eyes obviously were and of course she fell into it. She opened her mouth in preparation for an instructive and authoritative protest, only to be silenced by silk similarly.

We found ourselves, entirely embarrassed and helpless, murmuring and struggling, staring at each other with ever more pleading and surprised eyes whilst we struggled, rather realistically against our submissive kidnap, whilst the girls retreated, squealing and shining with delight. Cherubic faces appearing at the corner of the curtain every few seconds to admire their handiwork.
It’s funny, but even when I type out the term, it’s just one of the things you don’t expect to have applied to yourself.

Like ‘I’m a millionaire…’

We, Jackie and I, were Bound and Gagged.

Eventually, one of the wee camp commandants appeared on scene to help out. Which was rather depressing, since the knots were too tight for her to undo, and she couldn’t reach high enough upward to reach our gags, which the other girls thought was hilarious. (Glad someone did!!!) To add insult to injury, she’d been carefully instructed by an over-zealous German primary school teacher never to use a sharp knife (Thanks Eva!!!) and she thought she’d get into trouble if she cut the skipping ropes, so she just stared at us both with innocent eyes for ten minutes whilst we gave the clearest instructions we could to her through half an inch of silk scarf. There is a God however, there wasn’t a hidden video camera for someone to sell a highly watchable tape to the television programmers!
Finally, the deadlock was broken, Julie, the Piano – Torturer became aware of our absence.

Whilst untying us both, she said..

‘Well, I never let them Gag me….’

Some time around the age of 7 or so I somehow came to have a pair of plastic handcuffs. I played with them for a while, then my dad bought me a pair of metal ones, which I played with all of the time. Back then they didn't come with those stupid latches on the side that opens them without the key. Eventually he bought me two more pair, so I had one pair for my hands, another for my legs, and another used to lock the door on this little play house in our back yard.

I really loved those handcuffs. Can you imagine a seven year old making sure not to leave something out in the rain because he doesn't want it to get rusted? They were the only toy I had that I made sure to take good care of. I had them until I was ten when my mom mistook a bag they were in to be a bag of trash and threw them away along with a lot of other stuff I wanted. I was so mad at her for that.

> If there are any GUYS (18-22) out there looking to earn, some BIG money and want to have a weekend of some tie up fun,

Wow, that reads just like one of those work-at-home scams.

> the beilsite is brilliant ... its not updated enough.

Yeah, it was really big when it was new, but now that it's got like 10,000 images, I guess everyone's kind of like "eh, well, screw looking for more pictures, I've got enough." Plus I imagine it's a hell of a task trying to figure out if new submissions are already on the site or not. Also, when you've only got ten pictures, you'll accept practically anything other picture you find, but when you've got 10,000, you're a bit pickier about which pictures you'll bother to add to your collection.

If you go to www.webshots.com and type "tied up" (with the quotes) into the search box, it'll pop up this "no porn here" page, but there's a link on it that says "search anyway." You get a lot of pictures of horses tied up and boats tied up, but there's also quite a few pictures of college girls tied up in there as well. As best I can tell, most of the pictures on that site are uploaded by college age girls.

> That is why I think the other site was pulled.

There just needs to be rules against video captures, webcam pics, hidden faces, unidentifiable surroundings, and aspect ratios other than 4:3. Perhaps even a rule that the pictures must be "Kids Tied Up in Everyday Life" or something like that. There are enough pictures that fit that description that there's no need for the others.

(I posted the exact same thing yesterday,but I think it got smothered by all the libreal this, conservative that crap.)

I'll write more in a bit. Obviously, this is not word-for-word, but it has been over 20 years. I thought i'd write this in more of a story-line fashion. Hope you enjoy it.

E.S.

Some peril stores as well...

Enjoy.
Max

Ok, obviously this is story-line format, and some of it is embelished a little bit. But almost all of it did happen, and we did have a babysitter who liked duct tape. I just thought that this format might be interesting to write in, and more enjoyable to read. I still absolutely love "tie-up games" and bondage, but unfortunately have nobody to "play" with. My sister outgrew those games a long time ago. We had the same babysitter for about another year and a half until Mom and Dad decided we didn't need one anymore. I'm not sure what happened to "Sally", other than she moved away for a job.
So "Sally", if you're out there (and you know who you are), and you still like these games, contact me through my e-mail.

Thanks for reading my story,

I really don't know how to advise you. The only way out would be illegal. ;)

The board's been so clogged with arguments lately, I'm looking to take some discussion elsewhere. Hope to hear from some people!

It would seem that bdsm community dug itself a nice hole on this one with its triskellion emblem, and claiming Bondage in and of itself belongs with Dominance and Submission.

It is only one clause, vague as Hell, probably deliberately, but enough to convince webmaster that as soon as one pic of anyone under 18 tied up gets posted, the page gets pulled. The penalties just aren't worth the risk to the operators.

This site itself could be targeted specifically under the law, it also considers pornographic stories referring to any actual minor to be illegal as well.

The whole law is Title 18 U.S.C. section 2256 if anybody else wants a headache trying to figure it out.

I'm actually more angry at the D/S people for getting the people who like clean bondage pics lumped in with their likes. I believe it's also the hard D/s crowd that is the reason why girlfriends look weird at us when we ask if we can tie them up. One reason why I keep old magazines around and have learned to have plenty of patience.

The 20 /80 rule is valuable one to learn.

20% of the people cause 80% of your problems.

The combination of sadism and masochism, in particular the deriving of pleasure, especially sexual gratification, from inflicting or submitting to physical or emotional abuse.

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Being tied up isn't "physical or emotional abuse" if the kid is having fun.

Trust your local cops and judges to decide that issue?

Now you know why sites go down; and why I'm very quick to "attack" postings of any kind of sexual reference here.

It's a matter of either we police ourselves, or some day they'll send in the real cops to do it.

At that point Emma pulled off her tie(there wasn't any rope on the coach) an tied Alex's arms behind her back. Me and James both then also took our ties off. James tied her knees toghether while i gave my tie to claire to tie her elbows together. She may have been tied with ties but she was tied tight and there was no way she was getting out.

Me and James then removed Alex's shoes and socks while Claire stuffed her Handkerchief in her mouth, because we were near the back none of the teachers could here alex scream through her gag while we tickled her feet for nearly 2 hours (giving her breaks inbetween).

This is only one of the many tie-up stories i have (one of the lamest as well). I have a lot better ones, if you would like to here them then please tell.

By the way, if anyone wants to chat, email me!

I only get tied up by a couple of men that I know, not related to each other, but it seems they always surprise me with their creativity. We never do the same thing twice, well almost never. Somehow, maybe that is what makes it interesting.

It was a friday morning, and i was happy with the fact that i had the day off college and was treating my self to a lie in, i had no intentions of getting out of bed in the AM but just as i was gonna roll over to enjoy a little nap my phone went off with that annoying Nokia tone (well it wasnt really my phone, i dropped mine a week ago whist drunk and it was being sent off for repairs, this was my dads old phone).
The screen flashed with the name 'Rick' (a mate from college, pretty much one of the funniest guys you'll ever meet).
"Hello" i said grogily
"Alright mate, listen, we're in trouble, i mean our class, we're all gonna be in trouble."
"Wh..what, what we done to get in trouble?"
"It aint about what we've done, its what we aint done or basicaly what we forgot!"
"And that would be?"
"Janes birthday you plank"
My eyes widdened at the thought of that we could forget her birthday like that.
"Nah, its next week init?"
"Thats what i thought but apperently not, we've just been pasted her house and theres a massive banner saying "Happy 18th Jane" hung out the front window."
"Oh sh*t, well what the hell are we gonna do?"
"Get down to my place ASAP right now"
"Alright, ill be there in 20"
"Good... oh, i didnt wake you did i?"
"Shut it you muppet"
With that i threw the phone down, jumpted out of bed and made a run for the shower, catching my toe on my mum's crosstrainer in the progress, falling face first into the carpet!!!

After a quick shower, i threw on some jeans and a T-shirt whilst attempting to clean my teeth before slapping on some hair gel trying to even attempt to get my hair stylish. After that i grabbed my wallet and some extra cash and jumpted in my car. When i arrived at Rick's place i reconised alot of the cars from college and made my way round the back and let myself in.

Everyone was in the living room there was Myself, Rick, Mark, James, Kev, Lisa, Kelly, Sam And Paul.

"Right well, we can't just not do anything for her birthday, i mean c'mon its her 18th, we gotta do somthing special, somthing she won't forget, any ideas?" Rick said taking charge.

One thing you should know about Jane was she hadnt had the easiest past few years, her father died about 6 years ago and her mothers last boyfriend was an alchaholic who beat her up before stealing her money before leaving.

"Well, we could throw a surprise party for her tonight" Sam suggested
"Not nearly enough time for it to be good." Rick dismissed.
"Well i got an idea, its kinda crazy, but i saw this movie the other week, i think this would be the best idea." Kelly said speaking up.
"Oh do share" Mark replied.
"Well, its called Jawbreaker, and this group of girls kidnaped thier best friend on the day of her birthday, i think it would be pretty funny."
"Yeah, i'v seen that, but the thing is in that film, the girl did die." I said laughing.
"Well we won't stuff a jaw breaker in her mouth and we wont stick her in the car boot"
"interesting, interesting, we could try it, what time does she finnish work?" Rick said
"About 5:30" Sam replied
"Well ok, i say we get her when she comes out of work, we wait for her to walk to her car, where we ponce, blindfold her and erm, erm..." Rick said trying to put his plan together.
"I got it, i could knick my dad's van, my parents are on holiday, stick her in the back of that." James said
"Ok, then we tie her up and gag her and take her back to your place james, which i assume will be empty? (James Nodded) erm, we leave her there for a while and then we take off her blind fold and gag and stuff her face with birthday cake and show her all the presents we got her, then we take her out clubbing and get her drunk out of her head." Kelly said butting in.
"Ok, a few problems, what about her car?" Rick pointed out.
"I'll take that, i'll follow you in the van" Kev volentiered.
"Ok then, what about clubbing, what can she wear?"
"Well we could buy her that little black dress shes been wanting for ages" Lisa suggested
"Yeah and we can all buy her new make up and jewlery, c'mon it is her 18th" Sam added.
"Yeah and of course the drinks will be on us, but another thing, hasnt she got plans with her parents?" Rick pointed out.
"Nah, they're going out for a family meal on sunday, i think" Kelly replied.
"We'll i think we've got it then, right, now Chris, you take the girls (Lisa, Kelly, Sam) into town to buy all the presents and stuff, make sure, you get somthing from everyone, oh and cards from everyone as well, that reminds me, Everone, but £20 on the table, c'mon people, its for a good cause" rick said playing the leader.
"Alright, what are you gonna do in the mean time?" I asked picking up the money from the table.
"Well we're gonna get ready for this evening, now go".

With that, took the girls out to my car and we went down town top buy all the presents, i didnt enjoy this, being the only male while 3 girls go wild with a pile of cash, i was going crazy when all of a sudden i got a text. It was from Rick.
"Oh yea, i 4got, we need sum maskes as well, make sure u hav masks"

I ran off to look for a shop that would be seeling masks, checking the usal places, but unfotunately it was no where near halloween, so none of the shops would have them, i did however find a weired little joke shop, well i say joke shop i didnt really know what it was, they had all kinds off things, but i found these weird little plastic masks, they were nothing specal, just white plastic masks with holes for the eyes, noes and mouth and at 30p each, it was a bargin, picking up a few and made a quick perchase before running to the card shop, quickly trying to find a card for everyone, once i got the cards, i phoned the girls and asked them if they had finnished, they informed me they we're just paying for the little black dress, and they'd meet me at my car.

We had all the stuff, i looked at the clock in my car, it was 5:03, we had to meet up with everyone, we got to Rick's house again and i could see the big white transit van, sitting on the drive, we were ready.

We got inside and dumpted the presents, i handed out the masks and i was handed an old pare of black trousers and a black hoodie and was told to put it on.

Ok, i'll give you a quick recap of the plan:
We were to wait for Jane to come out of work at around 5:30 where we would ambush her, putting her in the back of Jame's dad's Van, where we would tie, gag and blindfold her, taking her back to james's place and leave her for a while taking a few snapshots ect.

While this was happening, Lisa and Sam would have already gone to James's house to set it up, putting up banners and wrapping the presents and getting the back ready.

Kev was to follow us in Jane's car, so as not to leave it at her work's car park.

We would remove her blind fold and gag where we would surprise her with birthday cake and then open her presents for her. We would then remove her restraints and then go out for a night on the town, getting completely drunk and crashing back at james's place.

We made out way to her work at about 5:25 and parked the Van at a diaganol to her car, with the back doors facing where she would stand to open the drivers door (luckily the space behind us was empty). After about 10 minuets we saw her making her way towards her car, she was waring her work uniform, Black tights, black skirt, black short sleved shirt. She had her hair tied up at the back and wasnt pating much attention, sending someone a text on her phone.

She got about 3 foot to her car and at this moment we flung the doors open and Myself, Rick, Kev, Mark, Kelly and paul ran out and grabbed her, picked her up and flung her in the back of the van (we had laid a mat down in the back), i grabbed her purse and found the car keys, throwing them to kev as he jumpted in her car, the rest of us bundled into the back of the van and started to drive off.

Jane began to scream, and we sort of gave the game away, but we didnt want to give the girl a heart attack or seriously freak her out.
"Ah shut it birthday gal" we all said.
"What are doing?" She asked.
Kelly shoved a cloth in her mouth and rick pulled out a roll of silver duct tape throwing it to Mark, who pulled her wrists behind her back and began taping them together.
Kelly had another roll of tape as she slapped a few strips over her mouth to stop her from spitting the cloth out, she began to MPPPHHHH into her gag and at this moment, kelly took out a purple sleeping mask and put it over her eyes. Myself and mark were busy taping up her legs, he taped her theighs and upper legs together and i was working on the ankles.

After we had her completely taped up, we sat her up and Kelly pulled out a big black marker and wrote on the tape over her mouth "Birthday Gal". After this we all removed out masks and put the hoods down, since there was no need to hide our faces now. Paul had gone up to the front seat and was sitting next to James, i removed the bits of black paper they used to black out the back window of the van to see kev following in Jane's car.

I looked at jane and i must say she did look cute all tied up and helpless, of course i'm still nursing a broken heart after a recent break up. But the way she was thrashing about trying to get free, Mphhhing and she was starting to breth heavily through her nose, she just looked so cute.

We got to James's house and he backed the van up onto the drive, we opened the rear doors of the van and opened, his back gate, Myself, Rick, Paul and James carried jane through his back garden and in through the back door, we sat Jane Down in the lving room on the sofa where all the banners and presents we're, we then went upstairs to get ready, throwing off, out black trousers and hoodies and getting all dressed up. We headed back downstairs after about 20 minuets, Jane hadnt gone anywhere, still sat on the sofa, trying to get free.

We took a few pictures and then set a timer on the camera and all gathered around her on the sofa, removing the blindfold, just as the camera went off shouting "SURPRISE!!!" the expression on her face was priceless, she was so shocked, but so happy at the same time, we could tell she was smiling even under her gag. We all then posed for pics with the birhday girl and then came the time to remove her gag, we ripped it off quickly as she spat out the cloth.
"Ohhhhhh you guys, you scared the crap out of me!!!" She shouted.
"Then it worked" Rick replied.
"And there was me thinking you'd all forgotten"
It went quitet for a while...
"Us, forget, never happen" Rick broke the silence.
Everyone started laughing.

We then went through to open all her presents and cards for her and she was so happy to see the little black dress and then we brought out the birthday cake, letting her blow out the candles. It was starting to get abit late so, we had to untie her, so she could get ready for tonight.

We cut her lose and pealed off the tape.
"owww, next time you kidnap me, could you at least tie me up with somthing that doesnt hurt so much when you take it off?" She said rubbing her wrists with a smile.

With that she went upstairs to get ready and i have to say when she was ready she looked amazing in the little black dress, i mean she was always cute, but she really did look amazing.

I won't bore you with the details of our night out, they don't really mix in with the subject of this site, but i will say, i woke up the next morning with a massive hang over and... next to jane ;).

**THE END**

Good to be back...

Or we could pretend like we have a first amendment. The constitution does override other laws, doesn't it?

> But from a picture, it is completely up to the viewer to decide if the person in the photo is having fun

Wether or not a person is having fun is a fact that remains unchanged regardless of who is looking at the picture. Someone can say "that smiling happy kid is crying on the inside" but it doesn't make it true, it just makes that person an idiot.

> Trust your local cops and judges to decide that issue?

Well, we do have juries, but I don't really trust anyone.

What I do trust is that if pictures of happy kids tied up suddenly become child porn, then we've got thousands of parents in every state who've just been turned into child pornographers because of one innocent picture in their family photoalbum.

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No one seems to have any clue. I guess I'll explain.

On the one end we've got perverts saying "back in the 1970s (or whenever they say it was) child porn wasn't illegal, it didn't become illegal until some silly person decided it was bad" and then on the other end we've got people saying "every picture of a child is a crime."

Like most issues, the people on each extreme are off in some fantasy world and the truth is somewhere in the middle.

If child porn wasn't illegal until the 1970s, then it's probably because it didn't become a problem until the 1970s. It's not that hard to believe. Child porn definately didn't cause any problems in the 1870s because it didn't exist back then, the camera hadn't been invented yet.

Those same perverts think that if child porn were legal, we'd have all sorts of fun pictures of kids having sex for no reason other than that they decided to all on their own, and that no abuse would ever occur. Yet even now we've got jackasses who have their kids pose for photos everyday so that they can sell CDs of pictures on the internet, and the only thing that keeps those kids clothed is their parents' fears of being arrested. If it wern't for child porn laws those parents would photograph their sons having sex with their daughters.

Now I'm not saying that those people are necessarily doing something bad, I'm just saying that they would be if they thought they could. Just like everyone here is trying to outdo everyone else's stories, those jackasses would be trying to outdo every other jackass's pictures, and it'd just keep going until it became all out porn.

And every last bit of it would be porn. Look at the adult porn industry. Do you see any websites selling pictures of couples having nice romantic sex? No, it's all "we have the best rape pictures on the net!"

Throwing "children depicted in sadomasochistic situations" in there as well only makes sense, otherwise some jackass would start with selling videos of themselves spanking their kids when they've done something really bad, and through the process of everyone trying to outdo eachother, it'd end up with someone tying their kids up and beating them with a whip every time they did something as trivial as complain about the bruises on their backs. Again, you only have to look at the adult porn industry. Do we have pictures of nice consensual kind and loving tie-ups, or do we have pictures of women beaten black and blue and hogtied in a bathtub filling up with water?

Now you might say "but that's child abuse, it's already illegal." But so is having sex with kids.

Now I wasn't around in the 70s so I don't know, but I doubt that people got all upset and passed a law because they merely saw some pictures of kids in the nude. It would make much more sense to me that they passed a law because they saw enough pictures of kids being abused that they thought that the only way to stop it was to make the pictures themselves illegal.

That's why the pictures are illegal. No one really cares about the pictures themselves, what they care about is kids getting abused in the process of making the pictures.

It makes sense to me. It probably started in the 1940s (or any other random year) when someone started taking innocent and happy nude pictures of kids which no one really cared about. Then he got some competition in the 1950s, and thus began the process of everyone trying to outdo everyone else and so in the 1960s every picture was of kids having hard core sex and by the 1970s it was three year olds being raped by big hairy men and the lawmakers (finally!) said "ok, that's it, no more kiddie porn."

The simple fact is that if you rate a picture of a kid tied up by his friends at camp on a scale from 0 to 10 to determine it's "evil kiddie porn" value, you can't even get it to register unless you pretend that pictures of kids on a beach in speedos are a 10. Put that raped three year old in the 10 spot and you can't even get the speedo pictures to register.

> And if the person in the picture is having fun, is it of a sexual nature.

Well, no, not unless they're having sex. It doesn't matter what people are thinking, it matters what they are doing. Otherwise we'd be arresting people for looking at kids because their staring is of a sexual nature.

Sure some people will get pissed when they see a collection of pictures of kids tied up, but anyone who thinks they'll get sent to jail for a collection of pictures that look like they came out of a family photoalbum is just paranoid.

Now I just wish someone would create a yahoo group that limits itself to those pictures, because it doesn't seem like either of the current two are going to impose any such rules. I'd make one myself, but I don't have the time to moderate it 24/7.

This is another tie-up story that happened to me involving to different girl, we'll call them Jemma and Sarah. I was in my maths lesson and I sat by Jemma and her best friend Sarah sat behind me. Jemma was very chatty and often annoying. One day she just wouldn't shut up while i was trying to work so I threatened to gag her and she just giggled. She persisted to talk, so i then threatened her again, and again she just giggled. The lesson finished and she walked past me on the way out and gave me a mysterious glance. I forgot about it and carried on with the rest of the day.

I got home that day and found a note on the kitchen table from my mum saying that she had to take the dog the vet and that dinner was in the oven. I got out my dinner and proceeded to eat it (it was a pizza for anyone that is interested). I was then finishing off my dinner when the bell rang. I got up to answer the door and i was shocked to find Jemma and Sarah standing on my doorstep. Jemma walked up to me and put her hands on my lips and pushed me aside so that she could walk into my house. Sarah followed behind. I asked her what was going on and she said that it was time for me to gag her, and giggled. I could not believe what I had heard, and began to get very excited. Sarah asked me what i was waiting for so I told them both to go wait in the basement while I got prepared.

I sprinted up to my room and got my bag of supplies that i kept hidden in my wardrobe. It was full of rope, duck tape, string, a handkerchief for gagging and a long feather incase any tickling was to happen. I brought the bag downstairs along with several large dining chairs (it took a couple of trips to get them down). I told Sarah to sit on one while Jemma sat on the other. (They both looked beautiful. They were wearing their school uniforms, which are a real turn-on for me). I then told Sarah to put her feet on another chair while I tied her hands behind her back. I then proceeded to tie her elbows to provide minimal movement. I then tied her ankles and knees to the chair. I then taped her chest to the chair aswell so that she was helpless.

I then moved onto Jemma. I tied her the same way as i tied Sarah. I then stepped back to admire my beautiful work. The only thing left to do was the gag that they were longing for. I took the handkerchief from the bag and a spare one from my pocket and stuffed them in each girl’s mouths. I then put about ten pieces of tape over their lips so that they couldn’t speak. I then walked over to Jemma and said that this would teach her to shut up. I walked over to her feet and removed her shoes and socks and all I could here was a grunt from under her gag. I tickled her for nearly 30 minutes non-stop. I then moved on to Sarah but I had nothing against Sarah so I was not so cruel on her

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1 – “The Scene” - I go to Dena’s house and we playfight, with her tickling me a little and me thinking to myself what I really want it to get her back for all the times she’s tied up and tortured me. I don’t show her the handcuffs in my backpack – real ones – that I bought for our games (although preferably me tying her up)

2 – “An Opening” – Dena shows me the term paper on disk that she’s finished 3 weeks early and will hand it on Monday just for the heck of it, even though she doesn’t need to. Hmmm.

3 – “My Upper Hand” - When she’s not looking, I swipe the disk and hide it in a great place, essentially holding it hostage. I inform her the disk is mine and she’ll get it back in two weeks if she lets me tie her up at least a few times. She relents and I make her cuff her hands behind her back.

4 – “Dena Is Tortured” – After tying her feet and taking her socks off, I tickle her body and feet until her face turns pink and she’s panting and gasping with laughter, vowing revenge.

5 – “The Tables Turn” – Dena begs to go to the bathroom and promises to let me tie her up again, because I hold the cards. I agree and give her the key to uncuff herself once she’s in the bathroom. After washing up and me ordering her to recuff herself, Dena barges out of the bathroom and handgags me, dragging me downstairs.

6 – “Dena’s Hostage” – Dena handcuffs me, hogties me, and gags me with tape. Leaving me on the floor, she walks outside in her socks to hang out the laundry and returns with an unpleasant surprise.

7 – “Dena Tortures Me For The Disk” – Dena carries me to her workout room and begins to brutally torture me for information with relentless tickling. I don’t break and figure I have two hours or so until her Mom gets home and Dena has to free me. I laugh at her. Dena gets frustrated and angry.

8 – “The Unspeakable Torture” – Dena shows me her evil intention of a torture so sadistic that I am terrified. She blindfolds me and begins the torture. I break immediately, reveal the disk’s location, only to discover she bluffed me with the awful torture. I feel foolish and am defeated.

9 – “The Punishment” – Classic torture for fun, Dena-style. Tickling and footgags. Leaves me a quivering, giggling mess.

10 – “Freedom” – Dena’s Mom comes home and Dena unties me and drives me home.

11 – “The Twist” – After buying an extra 90 minutes from my Mom, Dena pulls over and tied and gags me. She informs me my earlier behavior and tickling of her deserves even more severe consequences. She drives to her friend Marisa’s house (remember her?) and offers her a ride.

12 – “The Hostage Is Again Tortured” – In a vacant lot with no one around, Dena and Marisa tickle me almost to death while bound and gagged. Before it’s over, Marisa tickles me all the way back to her house while I cry with laughter.

13 – “Freedom” – Dena unties me and drops me off, warning me, “You are going to get it even worse next time, Kidnap Boy!”

There’s the synopsis. Story to come soon. Stay tuned.