I was at a friends house. There were 4 people there in total.

We were sitting around, bored, not sure what to do, and Beth suggested we play dress up. I disregarded this as a stupid idea, so we decided to add an interesting element to the factor -- somebody else would choose what you wore.

So we did a few rounds of this, picking the most ridiculous outfits we could make with the clothes we had, and eventually it was my turn again.

Jeff tells me he will go get my costume and to wait on the bed. I wait around for a few minutes, and he emerges into the room with a wolf mascot costume.

I ask him where he got it, and he told me his older brother used to be a mascot for his college football team and they retired the costume and he got to keep it.

So I got into the suit, putting the straps of the oversized mascot head under my arms, and realized I couldn't reach the zipper (which was on the back of the body suit), so I asked him for assistance. He zipped me up and I stepped out of the bathroom, greeting by a myriad of laughs from the other players.

After showing off my new found apparel, I asked Jeff to come unzip me so I can get out. Prompty, Jessica speaks up and says "Wait, you can't get out of it?", and I respond telling her I can't reach the zipper. Then she laughed and said something along the lines of "Lets just leave him in there and do something else". So it was settled, I wasn't getting out of the wolf suit any time soon.

We sat around watching TV for a while, when Jessica left the room and came back with something unknown to me. She whispered something to the other people there, and suddenly there were dragging me towards a support-pole in their basement. I didn't fight back, since I didn't have a chance of resisting them and it was hot in the suit anyways.

Then Jessica put my hands behind the pole and tied them together with a few shoelaces. Normally this wouldn't have restricted me from escaping, but with the large hands of the wolf suit on, there was simply no chance of me being able to untie the knots.

I started complaining and after a while, they simply left me.

For quite a while I struggled, trying to loosen the knots, but I eventually realized that with the big hands of the mascot costume, it was futile to even attempt escape. I decided to save my energy and await their return.

Quite a while later (Probably an hour or so, I couldn't tell because there were no clocks nearby), they came back and asked me if I wanted to be released.

I replied with a "yes", and they told me they would untie me on one condition: I stayed in the wolf costume for the rest of the night.

Knowing I didn't really have a choice, I agreed to this, and they finally released me from my shoe-string bounds.

They let me out of the wolf suit at the end of the night, which was nearly 5 hours later.

All in all, it was a fun experience, since I've never been helplessly bound before, though it was quite uncomfortable since it is quite warm inside fully furred mascot costumes. I'm not quite sure how professional mascots can stand the heat -- but my hat is off to them.

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I then proceeded to put duct tape over his torso and then gagged him. He struggled in his bonds very hard but couldn't break them. I then decided to call his sister down(I was just watching them because my parents and sister were gone) to come see her brother. When she came in she laughed at him and he cursed under his gag but she only heard and "MPHHHHHH". I was behind the door and then put my hand over his sisters mouth. I then tied her hand togethr and her legs as well.

I then gagged her with the tape and she yelled at me but I could only hear an "MMPPHHHH". Taylor was hot to. She had short blck hair and a very pretty face. I let them go after a while and they never told anybody. I tied Justin up some more and his sister barley anymore but it was fun when I did.

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I saw your post hidden in the fray. I'm a lurker (I haven't posted here in years!), but for once I actually know how to answer a question.

Go ahead and try buying those cuffs at that police supply store. I've never tried it myself, and I wonder if only Authorities can make purchases there. However, the worst they can do is simply say no.

Otherwise, I guarantee there are other places around that sell decent metal handcuffs. I don't know anything about NY, though. But I bought a pair in a little tourist trap town in a knife store; for some strange reason, they frequently seem to carry things like that. The ones I got there were not Smith and Wesson, but they were close. I have seen Smith and Wesson in other stores like that. Also, outdoor stores and camping supply stores (other unexpected places) also have handcuffs sometime.

Another place to try would be a large flea market. You have to wade through a bunch of booths that won't interest you at all, but it's possible to find what you're looking for there. Don't worry about being a teen; these places sell to anyone (generally).

I'm interested in finding out what you got (and whether there was any trouble). Post here or e-mail me.

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This being said, archiving the stories is very tedious and takes ages - I do it when I can, but as I have a real life that keeps me quite busy, I don't have time to update the site as often as I'd like.

Also, every 6 months or so I get a few complaints like yours. But people keep coming back - there are more than a thousand visitors per day, so I guess I'm doing an ok job overall...

Thanks to those who contributed with stories and constructive criticism...

(or something like that)

GreenBeretUsetaBe

Simply amazing then that Tyler and I should both find inspiration from the same source. I am not sure if we are talking about the same series, but for me, it was the animated series being broadcast from 1988 - 1992 or so. It would be some years after that before I would grow obsessive.

For four years now, I have known of this site's existence and only now do I make my first post. And every time I view this dreambook, I have mixed feelings. On one hand, I am pleased that I am not a one-of-a-kind freak. On the other, this site is depressing as it is a constant reminder of the experiences I've missed out on. You only have childhood once and mine has just passed.

For me, bondage is a deep dark secret that I plan to take to the grave. No one I know would understand. Especially in the non-sexual form that we all share at this place. So thank-you Canuck for offering a place that I can escape to when procrastinating.

Regarding clean pictures of minors tied up on the internet.... (Geez that sentence sounds so perverted...) You'll be surprised what you can dig up if you invest a considerable amount of time trawling...

Finally, the Dragon has come back to Canuck's!

Seriously, I deeply apologize for not having posted in almost two years. Life had been very hectic for me, including bouncing around between jobs. Things are finally settling down for me, though, and I finally have some free time to post stories again.

If you want to read some of my older stuff they are posted in the Jan-May 2003 archives. Amy, Deanna, and Jasmine are doing fine. I haven't decided on whether or not I will post in the regular or college archives yet.

Good to be back.

Why do I get the feeling that if it had been a guy in the front seat and a girl in the trunk, this might have turned out badly? Maybe its just because I live in America, but I've heard of one case of something like this before, and the guy got prosecuted by the state for wrongful inprisonment and reckless endangerment even though the "victim" who did not press charges,was completely willing and unharmed.
-que sera sera-

1 – “The Scene” –

This happened about two weeks after Dena tied me up to tutor me and then tickled-tortured me until I got every answer on her quiz right. I got an “A” on the exam, and once again Dena had her way torturing her “Kidnap Boy.” I was 15 and she was 18, and I was no match for her with her karate skills (tung su do, actually). But she was beautiful and affectionate I my best friend and I really loved it, mostly. Her footgags were smelly but I was 15, she was gorgeous, and I had no problem being that close to ladies’ feet. The tickling was awful – I was hyperticklish – but Dena was so sinister and playful that I couldn‘t help but egg her on.

I arrived at her house this day in sweatpants and a t-shirt with sneakers and socks. I got there about 9 a.m. and her Mom was working until 6 that night. It was just Dena and me.

“Hi honey!” Dena said as she opened the door and gave me a huge hug. She wore a black v-neck sweater with short sleeves, green cargo pants, and green argyle socks. He usual look. Dena never wore shoes – she was in her socked feet. “We’re gonna have so much fun today. I finished my paper last night and I have all day to play with my best friend!! I could just hug you to death!”

Dena was really giddy. A few days earlier after my exam results I had a moment where I told her how much she meant to me and how much I loved knowing her, and since then she was just super affectionate to me. She was a softie for sentiment.

“Hugging me to death sounds better than tickling me to death!” I said after she stopped hugging and I walked into the hallway, dropping my backpack.

“No reason we can’t do both!” Dena said and ran at me from behind and sank her fingers into my ribs, screaming, “I’m gonna getcha!” I fell to the floor and Dena stood over me tickling me more. I reached up and tickled her above the knees and upper legs. She yelped and scampered off. She ran downstairs and jumped onto the futon and sat with her feet pressed together, giggling and grinning. I joined her and we cuddled on the couch.

“You know, YOU’Re just as ticklish as I am,” I told her. “Aren’t you afraid that someday I’ll kidnap you and tickle-torture you to get back for all the times you’ve done it to me.”

Dena laughed and reached one of her feet into my ribs, making it my turn to giggle and double over. “Oh Jess, how many times do I have to tell you. I’m the kidnapper, and YOU’RE my Kidnap Boy. You were born to be my victim! And there’s nothing you can do about it. I can tie you up like that!” she said, snapping her fingers and laughing more, wiggling her toes in my stomach.

(What I didn’t tell Dena was that I had bought real handcuffs at a novelty store a few days earlier and they were in my bag, awaiting a chance to be used on her. We never used handcuffs before. The dozens of times Dena tied me she did it with ropes, belts, pantyhose, or duct tape. The one time I tied her I did it with belts and rope. But how would I get her?)

“And if you don’t watch it,” Dena laughed, moving her foot from my stomach to my mouth, “I’ll tie you up again reaaaal soon!” I shook her foot off and tickled it through her sock. She yelped again.

We playfought a little more and we each tickled each other, and after that she showed me videos she rented, games we could play, and even talked about going to a small party that afternoon with some of her friends, who all liked me. Sounded like a good day and we started by watching a video for about an hour – there was no more talk of “Kidnap Boy,” though.

2 – “An Opening”

A while later, around 1 p.m., after we had lunch, then we went upstairs to her room and Dena showed me the main reason she was so happy – her completed term paper, 30 pages and ready to go, 3 months of work done 3 weeks early. She was an ace student and often finished stuff early. It didn’t have to be turned in for 3 weeks still, but she was going to do it Monday anyway. She showed it to me on disk. Hmmm, I thought. I might have something here.

If I could get the disk and hide it, I could basically hold it hostage. And I could tie her up today as part of the ransom. And maybe 3-4 more times over the next two weeks before giving it back. It was risky, but I decided to go for it. I suggested we play “Risk” – we both still loved the game even though we were in high school – and Dena said OK and ran to the back of her basement to get it.

I quickly grabbed my bag from the front hall and put the cuffs and key in my sweatpants pocket. I grabbed the disk from the drive, put it in it’s paper case, and looked for a hiding place. In her Mom’s room, in the back of the closet, was a tall stack of old magazines about 4 feet high (Home Journal, Cosmo, Glamour – stuff like that.) I knew they were there because one time Dena tied me up (what else?) and had to put me in the closet because a friend stopped over to copy some class notes.

(Dena had no idea I knew the magazines were there there – she had blindfolded me that time but I was able to manage to wriggle it off just a bit against the floor even though my hands were tied behind my back, looking for something to cut the ropes. No dice, though, and I replaced the blindfold before Dena came to get me that time.)

I stashed the disk in the 3rd magazine from the bottom and covered everything back up just the way it was. Dena would never find it. I then got back to her room just before she got back with “Risk.”

3 – “My Upper Hand”

Dena set the came down and sat on the floor to set up. Her cordless phone was in my other pocket. For a reason.

“You know?” I said, “ I think we should play something else to start.”

“Jess, I just ran down to get this – why didn’t you say something,” Dena said giving me an annoyed smile. “What else do you want to do?”

“Look what I’ve got,” I said and pulled out the handcuffs.

Dena put her hand over her mouth and laughed.

“You have handcuffs now? I don’t believe it,” Dena said, getting to her feet and walking toward me. “Are they real?”

“Yep – got ‘em a couple days ago. Cool, huh?”

“I’ll say!” Dena laughed and sat on her bed while I stood in the doorway. “But let me get this straight. You WANT me to tie you up? Usually I have to chase you down to tie you.”

“No. I want to tie YOU up!” I said.

“Oh really!” Dena said, getting up and slowly coming toward me again. “Well, maybe we should just see who captures who first, eh?”

“I don’t think so. Because if you tie me up, you may not find out what I did with your term paper!”

Dena gasped, stopped smiling, and went to the disk drive. Empty! She snapped, “Jess, that’s not funny! Where is it!”

“I’ll tell you after your handcuffed!” I snapped back. “Today is payback time, Dee!”

“Oh, you are sooo dead,” she said, but didn’t come at me. “Do you have any idea how bad I’ll torture you if anything happens to that disk? I’ll stay up late THINKING of new ways to torture you if that happens, you little…”

“You’ll get the disk back today,” I said calmly. “I told you what I want! If not I’ll call my Mom right now and have her come get me. You won’t have time to get me. And you won’t get your disk back. Your choice.”

Dena stopped and thought, glaring at me and then sighing.

“To tie me up – that’s all you want?” Dena said. “You tie me up and I get the disk back?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it? You won’t tickle me?” Dena asked, sitting back down.

“No, I won’t,” I said, lying. “You let me tie you up for a while and I’ll release my hostage.”

“Jeffrey…you better know what you’re getting yourself into,” Dena said. “Because there WILL be a next time that I kidnap you. And I’m not sure that I’ll be showing you much mercy when I do!”

“Maybe, but for today, you’re mine!” I said. “I’m going to toss you these handcuffs, and you’re going to cuff your hands behind your back.”

“I have to do it myself?” Dena laughed. “What, are you too afraid of me?”

“Yes, actually, I am!” I said. “I’m not coming near you until your hands are tied! As a matter of fact…”

I carefully reached into the drawer where Dena kept all her kidnapping ropes and pulled one out, about 4 feet long.

“Here sit down and tie your feet. Do it now,” I said, tossing her the ropes.

Dena shook her head and said, “You are something, you know that?” Then she sat down and tied her socked feet at the ankles, over her pants. She tied herself well with professional knots, just like she always tied me with.”

I tossed Dena the cuffs and she reluctantly cuffed he hands behind her back. She was now tied up, hands and feet, and on the floor in front of me. I sprang into action and grabbed a soft belt and tied it around her arms so she could move them to work her hands at all. I laid Dena down on the floor, faceup, and laughed as I closed her bedroom door.

“Here I am, Jess, all tied up! I guess I’m you Kidnap Girl today, huh?” Dena said as I stood over her. “Now where’s my disk!”

4 – “Dena Is Tortured” –

“I’ll tell you later,” I said as I knelt at her feet. “All those times you’ve tortured me and made me beg. Ah! Who’s in charge now, Dee?”

“Jeffrey, don’t you dare…” Dena said, kicking her feet as I took her argyle socks off. Her bare feet smelled a little.

“How does someone as pretty as you have such smelly feet?” I teased, then quickly sat on her legs and started to tickle her feet. Dena screamed and I kept going.

“DON’T! DON’T! STOP! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Dena shrieked with laughter. “I’m gonna tie you up and never let you go when I get free!!!!” She threatened me with all kinds of tortures but soon the laughter got to much and the tickling got too intense and she instead just started to scream and beg. “ STOP IT!!!! PLEASE!!!”

“No!” I said, moving to her upper body. “Look how ticklish you are, Dena! Let’s see how much you can take!”

“PLEASE!! NO MORE!! NO MORE! NO MORE TICKLING! I’M BEGGING YOU!!! I’LL BE GOOD!!! I’LL BE GOOOOOOD!!!!!!” Dena was now shrieking with laughter. Her pretty face turned bright red and she closed her eyes and her blonde hair fell into her face as she thrashed around, but I kept right on tickling. She looked so cute – her face pink and so helpless – and I just kept right on tickling torturing her mercilessly. Minutes had gone by and I was laughing and having a great time.

I pulled up Dena’s sweater just a little and started tickling her belly with my fingertips. Then I moved to her exposed arms – her sweater had short sleeves, remember – I began tickling them in the same way, up and down slowly. “You taught me how to tickle this way, Dee. Remember? Remember the time I was tied down to the bed and you tickled my bare arms like this until I was crying? Remember?”

“YES!!!! YESS!!! I’M SORRY, HONEY!!! I’M SORRY!! PLEASE STOP!!! I’LL BE GOOD, I SWEAR!!!!!!” Dena screamed, her eyes jammed tight, her face pinker than ever, and a smile a mile wide across her face. I thought of blindfolding and gagging her, but I loved the laughing screams and she looked awesome like this, so I didn’t. Her bound feet stopped trying to kick free and were all but sapped of their strength. Dena was helpless and weak!

“Not so tough now, are you, Miss Black Belt!” I taunted, tickling her neck and making her giggle while she kept screaming apologies. “All those time your dirty socks were in my mouth! All that torture you inflicted! This is payback!”

Finally I stopped and Dena panted and gasped and laughed. Then she said she had to go to the bathroom. It came out, “I….(gasp)….haha…I…have to (gasp) Go…go (gasp) to the bathroom. Please, Jess! PLEASE!!! I’m begging you!!!!!”

This was a Dena like I’d never seen and I loved it. So submissive and helpless. I reminded her I still had the disk and demanded that I be allowed to handcuff her as soon as she was done.

“OK! I promise!” Dena panted, quieter but still obviously tickled out and giggling. “I promise. You can keep my tied up all day – just please let me go to the bathroom! C’mon! I’ve untied you and let you go to the bathroom! Jess, PLEASE!”

“OK,” I said, running out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall. “Don’t go anywhere!” I taunted and caught another look at her from the distant. Dena was bound on the floor and barefoot and all mine. Awesome! I placed the kept on the counter and came back to her bedroom. I got her to her feet and sat her on her bed, still tied tight.

“The key’s in there. Uncuff yourself and then recuff yourself after you’re done. And don’t try anything or you won’t see your paper!” I told her. “Now hop into the bathroom!”

“You won’t even untie my feet?” Dena asked. “But I won’t fight it! What can I do – you hold all the cards!”

“No, your feet stay tied – hop, prisoner! Or I’ll tickle you some more!” I said. And don’t even think of untying your feet in the bathroom!”

“OK! OK!” Dena said she hopped out of the room on her bound, bare feet and into the bathroom. She was amazingly coordinated and did it without much of a problem. She got in and closed the door.

“Are they off?” I yelled in.

“Yes, they are. Thank you so much, Jess,” Dena said through the door. “I really had to pee.”

It was about 2:30.

I heard the toilet flush and heard the water running briefly. Then she yelled, “I’m putting the cuffs back on!” and I heard them jangle and heard a click. “Can you open the door for me please, hon? I’m tied up and can’t.”

“Sure,” I said, swinging the door open.

5 – “The Tables Turn”

As I did, it took just a split second for me to she the ropes that bound her feet untied and on the floor. Dena, standing alongside the door, grabbed me in a hammerlock with one hand and covered my mouth with the other hand. I tried to cry out but couldn’t. Oh no!

“Looks like the tables have turned, Kidnap Boy!” Dena sneered into my ear. “Pick up those ropes, now!”

I complied and she bent me down and I grabbed the ropes with my one free hand. Dena’s hand was still firm on my mouth.

“Now you’re mine! Move it! Downstairs!” Dena said and begun to walk me down the stairs, still with my arm twisted behind me and handgagged. “I need my disk back, and we’re going to try this a different way. Keep walking, Kidnap Boy!”

Dena was incredible. I had her! And now her she was again, preparing to kidnap me!

When we got to the den Dena forced me to the floor on my stomach, her bare feet right below my face. She freed my mouth from her hand and made me drop the ropes that I carried.

“Put your hands behind your back, now!” Dena said sharply. “Try anything funny and I’ll put my foot in your mouth!”

I complied and put my hands behind my back and I lay on the floor. I tried to look up at her but her foot forced my head down and my face into the carpet.

“What are you looking at, Kidnap Boy?” Dena demanded. “Put your face in the carpet and don’t let me catch you looking at me!”

I complied and Dena handcuffed my hands behind my back.

“Kick your shoes off!” Dena ordered and I did, leaving just socks. “You hate having your shoes off, I know. But my prisoners NEVER wear shoes!”

Dena then quickly tied my feet with the rope, and she tied them tightly like the master she was. “Stay there and DO NOT MOVE!” she yelled and ran upstairs. I obeyed. What else could I do?”

Dena came back downstairs a few minutes later with her hands full. She carried the same green argyle socks I’d taken off her feet earlier, 2 more lengths of rope, and duct tape.

“You are a very naughty little boy, Kidnap Boy!” Dena said, sitting down and putting her socks back on. “That tickling you gave me was terrible, and you’re going to pay. But first, let’s try something we haven’t done before. I’m going to hogtie you!”

Dena got up with the roped and crouched down, grabbing my feet and bending them up at the knees. “Don’t you dare fight me!” Dena said before tying my feet to the handcuffs. I as now hogtied.

“I think I’ll gag my little Kidnap Boy for awhile – I shall torture him with my sock gag later!” Dena said, now in full kidnapper mode and enjoying herself, as she tore off a big piece of duct tape and gagged me with it. “Hogtied and gagged! Just the way I like you! Now I need to decide what to do to you!”

Dena walked around the room while I lay at her feet, helpless and defeated. She stood at the window and remembered she had to take in the laundry from the line from the previous day. She ran downstairs, came back with the laundry basket.

“When I come back, you will be so kind to tell me where my disk is!” Dena said. “If not, I will force you to talk! Your choice!” And she went outside with just her socks on to take in the laundry.

I laid there tied and gagged and considered my options, and came to this conclusion…I had to make it to 6 p.m. until her Mom came home. It was 3:15 p.m. now. If I could hold out, I could leave without telling her where the disk was and could tie her up again tomorrow! (If this sounds like a stupid plan, well, I wasn’t too bright, OK?)

I knew I would have to endure Dena torturing me, probably tickling me with no pity. But as ticklish as I was, part of me loved the thrill of it, so I decided to see if I could make it.

Just then I heard Dena yell outside, and then come through the backdoor a minute later with the laundry basket. Her feet were bare again. I looked up and “mmmphed” through my gag as if to say, “What happened?”

“Shut up!” Dena snapped and ran upstairs. She came down with a plastic grocery bag. “If you must no, the neighbor’s dog pooped in our yard again, and I stepped in it. My socks are covered with dog s—t!”
I laughed under my gag at Dena’s plight, and she again laughed “Shut up” and came inside with the soiled socks, placing them in the plastic bag. She was right.

“Gross! I LOVED these socks!” Dena laughed, then crouched down in front of me and held the plastic bag open just for a second, near my head. I winced and mmmphed “DON’T! into the gag and she giggled and took the bag away, throwing it into the garage. It WAS gross. Dena then ran upstairs again and came down with grey knee socks – I realized these were the same dirty socks she said she was saving for me after my last kidnapping. Uh oh.

“Oh, you remember these socks, don’t you? Hmmm,” Dena laughed as she sat down again and put the grey socks on her feet, then crouched down and ripped off my gag.

“So, where’s my disk!”

“NEVER!” I yelled back, hogtied but defiant!

“Kidnap Boy, you’re MY hostage now, and we can do this hard or easy. Tell me now and I won’t have to torture it out of you!” Dena demanded.

“Dee, I still have the big card, and I’m playing it. So do what you have to to me. You’ve tortured me before and it’s made me tough. I can take any torture you give me! I’m not talking!” I said proudly.

Dena sighed and stood over her captive for a moment, and then half-smiled and shook her head. “We’ll see how you feel after a little time in my torture chamber! Let’s go,” and Dena grabbed me and dragged be over to the cellar door, where her workout room was. She got me down the stairs, after a little effort, and put me on the floor. She then ran upstairs for a few minutes and came down with a bag and a clock. The clock said 3:35.

7 – “Dena Tortures Me For The Disk”

“I’ve got a little more than 2 hours to get you to talk. And I’m going to spend ALL that time tickling you! So let’s get started,” Dena giggled and crouched next to me. She fired her fingers into my ribcage and began tickling me with all she had. I screamed and laughed abut told her nothing.

“I’m going to tickle you to death, honey, if you don’t talk,” Dena teased, tickling my armpits and sides while my bound body could do nothing to defend itself. “Talk to me and I won’t tickle you anymore!”

I refused and screamed, “AHHHHHH!” but wouldn’t talk. I tried to roll away but Dena just said, “Where do you think YOU’RE going?” and grabbed me and tickling me more with her fingers while she laughed evilly.

Then Dena stopped tickling and went to her bag. She pulled out a white tube sock and brought it over to me. “Let’s take a break from tickling for a while,” Dena said, and rolled me onto my side so my face faced her. “Let’s try the socks!”

“Dena, no!” I yelled, but Dena just laughed.

“Tsk tsk, hostages can’t talk!” Dena said, standing over me, and clamped her socked foot over my mouth. These socks were pretty ripe, but then she held the other one and said, “I worked out in this yesterday. Here…smell it!” and bent down and thrust it under my nose. The only way I could breathe was into this sock through my nose. I tried to squirm away and scream but couldn’t.

“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?” Dena demanded, holding the sock under my nose with her foot squarely on my mouth. I shook my head no. It was 4 p.m. and I had just two hours left.

“Talk to me and you won’t have to smell this sock anymore, Kidnap Boy!” Dena demanded again, but again I refused. So Dena held the sock there as I tried to scream. This was amazing torture, but I was holding up well.

After a few more minutes Dena took her foot off my mouth and took the sock away. I gasped and moaned and said, breathlessly, “Torture me all you want. I’ll never talk! Never!”

“We’ll see how you’re attitude changes after I tickle your bare feet!” Dena said and took my socks off. Because I was hogtied my feet were straight up in the air and she just crouched down and tickled them slowly with her fingers. “I know a little boy who’s feet are very, very ticklish! Tell me what I want to know and the torture stops!”

I just screamed and laughed hysterically while tears came to my eyes and screamed, “No! No! No!”

“Then let’s tickle you harder,” Dena said, reaching into her bag and coming out with an electric toothbrush! OH NO! It was just the spindle with no brush and Dena turned it on with a sadistic grin and began to run it all over my feet. I want to jump out of my skin, it tickled so bad! But the hogtie held tight. Finally I screamed, “NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE!!!!!STOP IT! PLEASE!!!”

“Are you ready to talk,” Dena asked calmly, keeping the instrument on the soles of my feet.

“YES! YES! JUST PLEASE STOP!” I screamed, almost crying.

Dena turned the toothbrush off and put it down, then stood over me with her hands on her hips and said, “Where is my disk!?”

“OK! OK. Just get me a glass of water and I’ll tell you, OK? I am so thirsty!” I panted.

Dena thought for a moment, then ran upstairs. I glanced over my shoulder and saw it was 4:45. I was almost there.

Dena came back with the water and held it to my lips and I took a long sip. She pulled it away and said, “OK, unless you want the torture to resume, you’re going to tell me NOW!”

I started to laugh. I was still half-crazy from the tickling, but now I was laughing at HER. “NEVER!” I boasted, gasping. “You can’t break me! I have just over an hour left. I’ll never tell unless I can tie you up 3 more times! So hahahaha!”

“AARGH!” Dena yelled and threw her hands up, and then reached down and grabbed my face in her hands. “FINE! YOU WANT TO PLAY THAT WAY? Then FINE! Because I HAVE OPNE TORTURE LEFT!”

8 – “The Unspeakable Torture”

Dena wasn’t laughing now but was frustrated with me. As much as she tortured me, I had clearly gotten to me. But she grabbed a folding chair and brought it over. She undid my hogtie and lifted me into the hair. She grabbed more rope from that bag and tied it around me to the chair, and wheeled a TV dinner tray over next to where I was now tied to a chair. She then wheeled a different chair over in front of me and I thrashed in my chair to free myself.

“You’re not going anywhere, so stop trying to untie yourself!” Dena sneered. “I don’t want to do what I’m about to do, but unless you talk, I have no choice! Last chance!”

I shook my head and Dena turned and walked upstairs. It was now 5 p.m.

“Only 1 hour left!” I yelled to her. “You’ll never break me!” I was loving this whole day!

But then Dena came downstairs carrying the plastic bag that contained her socks, covered in dogs—t.

“Oh, you’ll talk!” Dena said slyly, placing the bag on the table in front of me and opening it so I could see the soiled socks inside. GROSS!

I was terrified. “Dena, w-w-w-what are y-y-y…”

Dena went back to her other bag and pulled out a long red sock that she frequently blindfolded me with, and quickly walked behind me and blindfolded me while I panted, absolutely petrified.

“I don’t want to do this,” Dena said, her voice different and more nervous. “But you leave me no choice! If you won’t talk, I have to shove these socks covered in dogs—t in your mouth!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! DON’T YOU DARE! NO! NO!” I screamed and thrashed, wondering where Dena was and unable to see. I was no longer joking!

“Shut up!” Dena yelled, grabbing my hair and pulling it back. “You made me do this! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! TELL ME HOW THIS TASTES!”

I felt the sock being shoved into my mouth and I screamed immediately, terror-filled, “AHHHHHHHHH! NO! OK! OK! It’s in your mom’s closet, the magazines!!!! PLEASE!!!! 3rd magazine from the bottom!! I swear!!! I SWEAR!!!! How could you do this to me???”

I was crying as Dena began to laugh hard and took my blindfold off and stood before me…with a clean white sock in her hand at my mouth. The soiled socks her 5 feet away on the table. She had bluffed me and I told her everything!!!!!!!

“Y-you mean, you didn’t…” I stammered, grateful.

“Of course not! I could never put dogs—t in your mouth, Jess!” Dena laughed and kissed me. “But fear is a great motivator. I had to get you to talk before 6 got here. Bye!” And she ran upstairs with the garbage bag while I yelled, laughing. “You stink! You suck! AHHH – why can’t I ever win???!!!”

9 – “The Punishment”

Dena came down with the disk and grinned at me and my heart sunk.

“You’re right, Jess. I ALWAYS win! And now, since we have about 20 minutes left, I’ll do you a favor. I’ll only torture you for 15 more!”

Dena sat in the chair in front of me and tickled me into hysterics, then put her feet up and gagged me with one socked foot at a time. I just laughed and screamed into her feet. I couldn’t do anything else!

“This is punishment for today!” Dena said, taking her feet off my mouth and coming behind me to tickle my ribs for 2 minutes straight. I slumped in the chair and gasped and finally the tickling stopped.

10 – “Freedom”

Dena untied me at 5:50, and then told me to go to the bathroom to run water on my hands to hide the marks.

She stood there triumphantly when I came out of the bathroom, barefoot again with her arms folded in from of her and grinning ear to ear.

“What a day, huh?” Dena said, and opened her arms. “Come here, sweetie pie!”

And we both laughed and laughed and hugged and her Mom came home and yelled hello up to us.

There’s more to this story in what happened afterward, but I’ll tell that at a different time.

Hope you enjoyed it!

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i had on black basketball shorts, a tight white t-shirt and white no-show socks (socks below the ankle). i went inseide to my room and got my box of stuff.

i started by taking some duct tape and wrapping it around my ankles about 20 times. then i took out a bandana and tied it way too tightly in my mouth. the bandana cut into the corners of my mouth and i tried, but couldn't budge it out. next, i decided to be daring and use handcuffs which are real. i applied a belt around my stomach, sand then stuffed my arms through and cuffed my hands behind my back. i was tied up. i stayed like this and was enjoying it for about an hour and then decided i had enough. i went to get the key and was horrified that i couldn't fuind it anywhere. then i remembered, i had it hidden downstairs from a previous tie-up. i knew i was screwed. To be continued...

So the male executive authority figure would be more surprised by having his shoes taken off and feet tickled and not be surprised by being tied up? How serendipidous?

It wouldn't be right if every now and then we didn't get your requests for your fetish stories about male executive authority figures tied and tickled.

You don't see to many of those stories here do you? I wonder why. Hmmm....cause you don't see too many child male executive authority figures!!!!!

for crying out loud you don't understand the purpose of this site. It's for childhood tieup stories and jerry's retarded 'tighty whitey variations on a theme'.

Look elsewhere!

The story begins on a Friday night. My parents had gone away for the weekend and wouldn't be back until late on Sunday. My sister being 18 and I being 15 was left in charge of me. The first thing she did was to invite all of her friends round (names stated above). I was ok with this because many of her friends were nice to me and had never done anything bad to me, that was until tonight.

I was in my room on my ps2 when I heard Leanne shout me from downstairs. She said she had something to show me, so I, being very foolish, believed every word that she said and turned off my PC and went downstairs. I was half way down the stairs when my sister, Sarah, Lucy and Alex all jumped on top of me from behind. I was totally shocked but they were all older and I was completely out numbered (and rather interested in what they were going to do to me) so I just let them carry me down to my basement. There was Kathryn and Meg waiting for me with all sorts of things by their sides. There was rope, handkerchiefs, feather, duck tape etc. They all carried me over and sat me on a chair, they then propped my legs up onto another chair. They then proceeded to tie my legs to the chair and to tie my arms behind my back. They then tied every other joint in my entire body until I could not move a muscle. Then they put a handkerchief into my mouth and duck taped my mouth shut. They told me that they had the whole weekend with me and that they were going to have some serious fun with me.

The first thing they did was remove my socks and tie both my big toes together. My sister then picked up a large feather and began to stroke it up and down my feet. This was absolute agony for me. It then got worse when Kathryn began digging her nails into my sides and Alex started waving a feather duster in my face. They proceeded this torture for around 20mins then they gave me a break to catch my breath.

This is just the a small part of the story if u want 2 hear more, post some comments, if not i wont bore you with the rest.

I had to go to the U.S. recently for work, and I took advantage of the opportunity of being there to do a little shopping. I had seen quite a while ago in a Madona video, some kind of a holster for the arms. You know, that kind of leather arm binder where you have your arms all pinned behind your back, totally covered with this leather thing, and it stays in place with straps around the shoulders and all. I play bondage games every once in a while, and when I saw this sort of arm binder I found it very intriguing. To me it seemed like the arms must be very strongly held in place by this thing, and I was looking for an opportunity to try it on.

I live in France, and I had been looking for that equipment here and there, but I hadn’t found any so far. Maybe I hadn’t been looking very hard, in part because I didn’t want to be caught in that kind of a store by an acquaintance. Also my job is with the public and I have to be careful with my image. Anyway, long story short, maybe I was too shy to go to these s-m stores here in France.

But being in the U.S. changed my perspective. There was very little, close to none, chance that I could be caught in a sex shop by an acquaintance in the U.S.. Also my assignment was in Washington and New-York, two cities where I might find good stores. So I stayed over the weekend and went on shopping.

Right at the beginning, I found one. It was in some kind of reddish leather-like stuff, but it seemed like it was not very big. In fact, I was under the impression that the holster was not covering much of the arms, maybe not much more than just above the elbows. Also the material was not real leather and it looked like it could be thorn. The straps around the shoulders were kind of weak and the smaller straps all along the arms were closing with Velcro. It may be faster to use, but I was not sure about the reliability. So I went on and kept looking.

I went to quite a few stores and didn’t find any more of these “big gloves”, as I call them. I was almost ready to give up and maybe go back and buy the one I’d first seen when I finally came into a store where they were actually manufacturing these thing. The floor level of the store was filled with books, lingerie and some normal sex shop gadgets, but there were a sing inviting people to the basement to see the “leather attires”.

Much to my surprise, there were a whole bunch of these arm binders, and they looked evidently of very good quality. Some were still in leather-like stuff, and they were less expensive. But they were well made and looked a lot more solid than the one I have seen already. And the ones in real leather were awesome. Some were made with very strong and thick leather, some were doubled with some fabric on the inside, to make them “more comfortable” as they say, and some seemed like being made with softer and finer leather. But they all seemed like very strong and very solid.

There was a woman behind the counter and seeing I was looking at the stuff offered her help, if I had any question. The first question she asked me was if I knew what it was for. I didn’t answer, and I guess the girl realised, seeing me going through her stuff, that I knew what I was looking for. So then, she went around the corner and came to see me. She went on explaining all the good qualities of the different arm binders, and showed me that the key element in choosing one was the length of the arms. She took one and placed in along my arm and showed me at what height the main leather piece should go on the arm. Obviously, men in general have longer arms but are much less flexible than women. So, for that matter, they manufacture binders specially made for men and some for women. That, I didn’t know. Anyway, she went on explaining also the doubling with special fabric. It is normally made of synthetic, yet soft fabric, and she said it is more comfortable than just leather “if you get to wear it a long time, or if you struggle a lot”. It seems that girl knew her stuff well.

I kept on looking and we found one that was the right length for me, a very nice one witht the doubling inside. And then, with sort of a little grin on her face she asked: “Would you like to try it on?”

I was stunned that she would actually ask me that, but in a way she was not out of line. As I was hesitating, she added: “Beside, it is a bit slow today, and there is nobody here but us”. And this other guy who was behind another counter, on the very back of the store, and who was actually making all kind of leather stuff. So I thought that it might just be the perfect opportunity to try it, and I was very interested in knowing the feeling of this binder on me. Finally, to convince me, she said that there was a small room on the back that we can use, if ever we were disturbed. So I handed her my hand bag and asked her to put it behind her counter for the time we tried the binder. I didn’t want to worry about it, with all my money and my passport in it.

And we went on with it. I slid my arms in the binder and she started to tighten the straps. She adjusted the ones on the shoulder first, then the one at the elbows, then the one, a very big one at the wrists. There were also smaller straps along the piece, one in between the wrists and the elbows, and two above the elbows. As she was tightening the straps, I felt like the horse my grandfather used to harness when I was little. At every yank from the girl, I felt my body more and more imprisonnned in that thing. I started to really feel what it was like to be in that arm binder.

As we were progressing, a young couple came in. I felt a bit out of place but didn’t say anything. As I said, nobody knew me in this town, so I didn’t really care if people would see me like that. But it was hot that day and I was wearing just very light clothes, like a tank top and a short cotton skirt. I was standing in front of the mirror while the attendant was working on all the straps, and as the couple was looking at he stuff here an there, I noticed that the guy was staring at me. I kind of expected it and out of the blue I started to feel a little bit uncomfortable. Also with my light clothes, I couldn’t hide my nipples who were suddenly hardening. You know, these things happen when you don’t necessarily expect them. So I whispered to the girl:

- Maybe we can go in that room now.
- By all mean! she replied.

And she guided me to a small room in the back, hidden from everyone else. So there we could resume our fitting. She had tightened all the straps, and then retightened them all one by one. She said that it was the right way of using this binder for better results. You have to go progressively, and indeed the result was stunning. My arms were pushed on my back a little bit more at every step and they ended up at a position that was quite restraining.

Along with all the straps holding the arms, there is a lace-up system that goes all the way from the wrists to the top of the binder. The woman explained that the straps were doing most of the holding, and the lace-up was more to give a better “finish” look. So again she would yank on the lace for every eyelet and close definitely the binder behind me. I could appreciate how strong this lace was as she was pulling quite hard on it. So the whole thing was impressive. I could feel already how solid it was, and my arms were definitely held very tightly in place.

As she was making the final knots, she told me that this thing was totally inescapable.

- You would never get out of this alone, I can guaranty it, she said.
- I think I believe you.
- Ok, I’ll tell you what: if you ever get out of this, I’ll give it to you.
- No seriously…
- Sure! Try it on! Give it your best shot.
- I believe you, I assured her.
- Alright, do you mind if I have a look on those clients for a minute?
- No, sure! Go ahead. I want to wear this a little anyway.
- Ok, I’ll be back in a minute.

So she went on at the front desk to take care of those clients. There was a mirror in that room and I looked at the binder in the mirror. I liked it a lot. And it felt just right. It was tight, extremely solid and perfectly gauged for my stature. My arms were completely held in place and there was nothing I could find that was not well done. At the tip of my arms, all around my hands was some sort of a sack that covered my hands entirely. So that way it was impossible to use my hands, either to try to untie someone else, or to grab a knife, or anything like it. It was very well thought.

So I remembered the challenge she proposed, as if I was able to get out of it that she would give it to me. I knew I couldn’t, but I was ready to try. Also I sort of wanted to know how solid this thing can be. There was a small bench close to the wall where I sat. And then I did a little concentration, putting my mind on what was at stake. I was to try to get off that thing and I wanted to give it a real try. If anything would break, well I wouldn’t buy it. So I concentrated for a few seconds, and then I gave it a shot.

I really tried hard, the hardest I could without dislocating a shoulder or tearing a muscle. And the binder held perfectly. I really tried to break the thing, in all ways I could find, but my arms stayed in place, perfectly held. As I was catching my breath after a good effort, the clerk came back, and when she saw I was like out of breath, she had a smile on her face.

- So? she asked,
- It’s perfect.
- I told you so. We make them ourselves you know, so we have a reputation to maintain.
- I bet you do…
- Would you like to see some more items?

And she sort of leaded the way to the store, not even asking me if I wanted to get out of the binder. I assumed the other client had left, so I followed her to the store. She then showed me some more leather gadgets, like some kind of harness that was meant to be used with a binder like the one I had. It is an ensemble of straps held together by metal rings, and it is meant to pin the arms against the body. She put it on me just to show me where the straps would end up, without tightening any of them though. And then she showed me like gags, whips, crops, masks, underwear, skirts, caps, hoods, you name it. We spent quite a bit of time looking at the stuff, with me wearing this binder at all time. Obviously there was nobody in sight, that’s why I didn’t say anything. But also I kind of wanted to wear it long enough so I could feel what it’s like to have this thing on for long periods of time. After a while I was not embarrassed any more to go around the store like that, and beside, the girl must have seen worse in her life. But anyway, after showing me plenty of things she offered to remove the binder, and so she did.

I have to say that I felt quite comfortable wearing it, even after several minutes and having struggle quite a bit. So I was satisfied with my experience, and I finally bought the thing. It was quite expensive, but I am glad I spent the money. I knew I had a lot of chances not to find a better equipment in several miles around, and my time in the U.S. was running out.

It was expensive, and yet I spent even more, buying a gag and a hood. The gag is a leather like mask that holds in place with several straps. But what caught my attention was the mask itself. It is not made of real leather, but instead they used some kind of material that looks exactly like it, and the interesting thing about it is that it stretches a bit. So even if you have a big stuffing in your mouth it will take exactly the shape of the mouth. I tried to tear it off, with all my guts, but it was perfectly fine after. I was impressed.

So that was my shopping experience in the U.S.. I still had to go through the customs with all my stuff, and all the way back I imagined the guy at the desk asking me to open my luggage. I imagined his face when he would see that. But everything went well, they didn’t even ask me to open it.

Now I go on with my work every day, I go from place to place, seeing clients, doing my thing, which is not at all related to bondage. But in the trunk of my car I have all my stuff, ready to be used. I have contact in the bondage world and sometimes I get to meet people I know. But other than that I am just a normal girl who’s doing her job. Sometimes I go to cafés and restaurants, I meet with other very normal people. Sometimes I laugh alone thinking that all these people are seeing me as a very ordinary girl, but if they only knew…

Chain Link Handcuffs (nickel, pentrate) - $29.10
Hinged Handcuffs (nickel, pentrate) - $41.20
Chain Link Handcuffs, Oversized (perfect for ankles, only in nickel) - $47.50
Waist Chain with Hip Handcuffs (nickel) - $71.50
Waist Chain with Front Handcuffs (nickel) - $89.10
High Security Handcuffs (nickel, pentrate) - $103.00

Thought that might help some of you. If not, try eBay.

People are always talking about others not understanding bondage or tie-up games, that they reject and despise them because of it, and that how nice it’d be if they could understand. But how are we going to expect them to do that if there is not even the slightest respect among us? Please guys, let’s stop this for it leads nowhere.
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As to Phillip, Slytherin’s Finest, and others, don’t you think you’re exaggerating? Is it really necessary you decode and analyze every single line of a story to say whether it’s possibly true or false? I don’t want to offend you, but you’re sounding like the keeper of ‘truth’, the Holy Inquisition itself saying “We’ve never seen/done this, so it can’t be true! It’s a lie! Heresy! Evil!”
Attacking writers is not the best way to improve stories. Plus, people aren’t stupid; they can tell which ones are true and which ones are not.

Sorry for disappearing (again). The main reason why I haven’t continued the story is because of school, but these days I’ve had some spare time to write. I’ll post soon, and – just to make it clear –there will be underwear in the story if we did it in real life, it will be mentioned if someone spent several hours tied and I’ll definitely write ‘mphhhhhhhhh’s when a prisoner protested under the gag.

Oh, and if someone has an issue with me or my stories, my email is below this line.

Dude, if you don't like or believe the stories I tell about me and Dena...well, I guess that's up to you and I apologize. I have absolutely no way of proving they're true, other than telling you they're true. If you don't believe me or like them, I guess I have to live with your scorn. I'll try and do that.

To the rest of you, thanks as always for the nice comments. I like this board and the fun nature of it. That's why I'm here. The accounts I give are filled with detail because I've got an excellent memory and want to really give the complete picture of the relationship Dena and I had. Do I take the occasional liberty with dialogue? Sure, because good memory aside, I can't remember EVERY word that's said. But all these things happened with me and her and I feel thankful for the experiences and her friendship.

Oh, and I always write an outline when writing a story. Helps me organize my thoughts. This time out I opted to post it before writing the actual story, just to let you know one was coming. Apparently this offended Slytherin. I apologize for that too, because his opinion is very important to me.

So Sly, believe the Dena stories, don't believe the Dena stories...it's really up to you. I'm telling you they happened and there were many of them. I plan on writing and telling more of them, unless most of the people here think like you and don't want me to. In that case, I suppose they can just let me know.

Thanks.

I just climbed the steps to the front of the house quickly and quietly. I let my self in through the door as silently as I could. As far as I could tell, I made it in without her noticing, because I did not hear anything at first.

Then I heard a soft, indescernable sound coming from the back of the house. I followed the sound until I reached Sarah's room, where I saw somthing that shocked me.

Sarah was dressed in nothing but her underware, hogtied with miles of rope, and gagged with tape, on the floor in the middle of her room.

She was frantically Mmpphhing to me when someone grabbed my arms and tried to wrestle me to the floor.

I fought for a while, until something cold and metal was pressed against the back of my head.

Then the person handed me a strip of tape and said,"Blindfold yourself, and put on the clothes I give you or else."

I put on the tape blindfold and the clothes that were handed to me.

Tape was then wrapped around my wrists and ankles and I was forced to the floor. My elbows and shoulders were taped next, after that, tape was wound around my thighs, above and below my knees, and my shins. Then my wrists and ankles were taped together to form a hogtie.

When my blindfold was removed Sarah was giving me a look that seemed to say, "What are you, stupid?"

Then our mysterious captor, clad in an all black outfit and a ski mask laughed and said, "That was way too easy!"

Then the person removed her mask.

She looked like she was in her early twenties with brown hair reaching her mid back. She was also giving me an odd feeling of deja'vu.

She came over and removed Sarah's gag, said,"I'll let her bring you up to speed." and left.

I looked over at her and asked,"Who was that burglar?"

"That wasn't a burgular, you idiot!" she replied

"That was my sister, Amy!"

"Your sister?!"

"Yes, stupid!"

"That explains why I thought I saw her before. Why did she tie us up?"

"Amy was going to spend the summer with us. She and I thought it would be fun to make you our prisoner again. So we both decided to carry out the plan. But Amy made one change."

"Let me guess she decided-"

"to make me a captive too. Correct! Now while we are still ungagged we need to make an escape plan."

"Yeah, especially if she just waves a gun around like it's a toy."

"How dumb are you? That wasn't a gun it was a-"

"Pipe," said Amy as she through the pipe to the floor to empasize the word,

"Well," Amy began.

"I guess it's time to gag the twins, and give the shorthaired one a wig and boobs."

She gave me the same wig Sarah had put on me and stuffed socks in the bra I was wearing.

Then she reached into Sarah's hamper and took out two pairs of panties.

After some struggling and nose pinching, she managed to get the panties in our mouths.

She then put a strip of duct tape that stretched from just in front of one ear to the just in front of the other. To finish our gags, she made an X over the first strip with duct tape, that flanked eiether side of our noses and stretched down to eiether side of our chins.

She taped our fingers together and left us to struggle for an hour or so.

Amy came back and said,"How about we let you two out for some fresh air?"

She first untied Sarah and taped her up the same way I had been taped before the hogtie. Then my hogtie was undone and I was sat up on the rug. She reached down and slung Sarah over her shoulder who Mmpphhed in distress at me over Amy's shoulder. I guess she knew what she planned to do. After about two minutes, Amy came back and did the same to me.

She took me out the back door, down the stairs and under the front of the house.

Sarah was sitting in front of one of the front row pillars, vainly trying to make a break for it.

Amy stood me up against the pillar next to Sarah and wrapped tape over my shoulders, above and below my fake breasts, around my waist, above and below my knees, and over my thighs, shins, and ankles, securing me to the pole.
As a finishing touch, she took a torn sheet and gently tied it around my neck, tigh enough to keep it secure, but loose enough so that it did not restirct my breathing.

She did the same thing to Sarah and said,"It's 10 A.M. now. I'll cut you guys loose at 7 P.M."

We both Mmpphhed in protest until she said something that kept us shut up until she let us free.

"I don't see why I gagged you guys. The threat of being found like this should be gag enough."

She went back inside while we waited fearing being discovered.

Although we were tied to the pillars under the house, there was a hedge going around the bottom of the house with a six foot wide opening for walking in and out. This was blocked by Amy's car. This meant that as long as we were quiet, the casual observer would not notice the boy and girl dressed in nothing but bra and panties, gagged and bound to the pillars supporting the house.

We stood in silence glancing worridly at each other, waiting for 7 P.M.

...

When 7 P.M. arrived Amy came downstairs and ungagged us so she could feed and water us.

After that, she regagged us exactly as we had been gagged before, cut the bindings securing us to the pillars, and put them in the trunk of her car.

She then put us in the garage/workshop, which was off to the side of the house.

She sat the two of us down in a pair of chairs that were back to back, and wrapped tape around both chairs at the shoulders, above and below the breasts, the elbows, the stomach, below the knees, the shins, and the ankles. To each of us seperatly, Amy taped above the knees, our laps, and around our fingers.

The last thing she did was join us together at the necks with another sheet.

After checking to see that our breathing was not restricted, she went into a corner and started reading a book.

Sarah and I struggled as hard as we could for 15 minutes until we exausted ourselves, panting into our gags. We didn't try to escape again after that.

At about 9 P.M. Sarah and I started to Mmpphh to get Amy's attention. The two of us urgently needed to use the bathroom.

As I found out, Amy was a much crueler captor than Sarah had been.

"What's the matter with you two?!" she asked

"You need to go use the bathroom?"

"Mmph-Mmph," we both said in unison.

"Well, tough!" she replied.

"I went through alot of trouble to tie you guys up so securely, and it'll all be ruined if I untie you. So you to can just hold it until you're freed, which I doubt you'll last that long, or you can just wet your panties for all I care!"

We both Mmpphhed in horror and rage at this comment. Then, with much difficulty, we looked at each other from over our gags and exchanged worried looks.

An hour later I couldn't hold it any longer and I wet myself. A minute later Sarah followed suit. When we were finished there was a small puddle under our chairs.

Amy came over and said,"It's time for us to go to bed."

"Let me finish the job before I go to sleep."

Sarah and I wondered what else she could do, when she came over with a king size bedsheet.

"I need to make it look like you two are some piece of furniture in case anyone looks in the window."

The two of us Mmpphhed at this as we were covered by the sheet.

She taped the sheet to us at our eyes, necks, shoulders, chests, laps, shins, knees, and ankles.

Soon after she locked the door we fell asleep.

...

The next morning, Amy came in, removed the sheet, blindfolded us with tape, took some pictures of us, and turned on the A/C and a radio. The day was uneventful as Amy did yardwork, coming back to check on us occasionally, and when she was finsihed with that, read in the garage to keep an eye on us. As the day went on the puddle under the chair grew wider. This is how the entire day was spent.

...

The second morning of our captivity, Amy came and removed our blindfolds and gags. We ate ravenously as we had not had anything to eat or drink since we were fed tied to the pillars. Then she untied us the rest of the way, and we went into the house so we could shower and chage into new clothes.

After that we quickly left and Sarah stayed at my house for a couple of hours while we formulated our revenge.

If you want to hear the story of our revenge please say so.

I have said already on this site that I play bondage games with people I know. They are not so many, I can assure you, not that I was not asked by many, but simply because I want to keep it in between me and very few friends.

One thing I like about those games is that we can do role play, like acting. And to me it gives some kind of a dimension to the game, a dimension you can’t have when you’re not …acting. I mean when a guy is tying you up only to take picture, it is not at all the same ambiance than when I fight and I yell and I wriggle like if my life depended on it. I prefer role play because it is more lively, more exciting. But I understand everyone has his preferences.

Last year I was asked by a couple to do a bondage video. I was to act like my normal self, and then someone was supposed to kind of kidnap me. That sounded like really fun. We had start to do several scene last year but we had to cancel after a while, our schedule were too messy. And it was winter, we wanted to do stuff outside, so it was pretty much down the drain. But we kept contact and they recently asked me to do it again.

I think I like to act. I like to play a role a make it like if it was real. But I had never done any kind of filming before, and I was up for a surprise. It is not so easy to make a movie, I can tell you that. At first I was stunned of how many takes you have to do of the same action. You have to do it on different angles, you have to do close-ups and “vues d’ensemble” (like overviews), and you have to take care of so many details it is so crazy. Let’s say a bondage scene last 3 minutes in the film, it could take like hours to film. You have to do the scene like several times, and then they move the camera and the lightning, which takes ages, and you do it again for several takes. For the same scene you might take it from 10 different angles. I am telling you, it is real work. Also, the waiting!! You have to wait between takes that they move the camera, and it is so boring. I had to stay bound the whole time. At least when there was “action”, I could have a little fun.

One other thing: when you have to do takes over several days, you have to be tied up EXACTLY the same way, with the ropes placed at exactly the same place, the same angle, the same tightening, the same knots, everything. It could have taken like 1 hour to tie me up every morning. I am telling you, it can be fun, but sometimes it is real work.

niagara2009@yahoo.com

Reading your stories and not spotting the plot holes is as difficult as, well, looking at just about anything and not spotting the holes in it.

I guess it's just that there are two kinds of people. One kind can watch the movie Armageddon and love it. The other kind sees two space vessels being launched simutaneously and immediately thinks "why in the hell would anyone do something as dangerous as lauch two vessels at once?"

Then, later in the movie, as we watch a space rock destroy the windshield of one vessel causing everyone to be blown towards the back of the vessel by the high speed winds, we learn the true meaning of the word "foreshadowing" as we realize they couldn't have lost one of the ships had there not been two of them.

> Attacking writers is not the best way to improve stories.

Well, I did do a lot more than just say "this story sucks." I went into a lot of detail explaining why many of the stories here aren't believable so that people could take that information and use it to write better stories.

There were two stories posted afterwards that were very good. I think that those writers took my advice, but for all I know their stories were, simply, actually true. They were both very good stories.

> there will be underwear in the story
> someone spent several hours tied

All I ask for is a believable storyline that leads up to it. Instead of thinking "I want a space vessel to be destroyed on the way there" and taking the first thing that pops into your head such as "let's lanch two of them at once from the same place," try to think of a perfectly logical and likely reason that something like that might occur, such as "let's say that the Russians are, like the Americans, also quite interested in saving the planet, so they launch their own space vessel, and then it's only good sense that the two should decide to work together."

There's certainly no reason why a good story can't include long tie-ups in underwear and be believable at the same time.

In one of the stories I wrote, linked below, I was tortured with rubber bands and left tied up for probably four hours, yet the story is still marvelously believable, isn't it? Would you believe me if I told you that it wasn't true?

> I’ll definitely write ‘mphhhhhhhhh’s

Please don't. I really want to like everyone's stories here, but they just have to make it so hard.

Why do you think that I don't just skip over them? I want to read them, it's just that they suck so bad I can't stand to read them.

I do love the stories of Kidnap Boy and Nicholas H., but I am sorry in the fact that I see them as completely false.

Kidnap Boy - Your stories are great. Don't worry about what others say, just keep posting.

polo - Please post the rest of your story.

first time ouch boy - Nice story, thanks for posting. But how about some paragraphing next time.

T&R - Loved the story, please post more.

Philip - You can analyse all you want, it's just not nessessary to post all of it.

Slythern's Finest - Get over it.

Everyone - How about keeping the language clean guy's?

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I went on a date with a wonderful girl, she was in her early twenties, really good looking. Long brown hair, pale skin, atheletic body. Over dinner, I told her about a costume party I had to go to and how I wanted to go as a woman, but had no idea what to wear. She seemed very, very eager that i had such desires. But, dinner conversation changed to other subjects, and that was my brush with finding someone interested in my desires. We went back to her place, and she asked me if i want to dress-up now. I could not believe that she was suggesting such a thing and I eagerly nodded in agreement. She pulled from her closet this tight, seventies bellbottom, one-piece catsuit type thing. I slipped off my clothes and slipped into it. She pulled out the open-toe 4 inch platforms and handed them to me. I slipped them on, and buckled the straps, and posed for her (she's a tall girl and as luck would have it, her shoes fit me perfectly). She loved it. She asked me if i would shave my legs, I told her I would, but not now. Well, I went back there the next day, and this time I had a surprise for her, I had shaved my legs. She was so excited! Then came my favorite costume: sheer to waist pantyhose, a black thong leotard, and the platforms. I strutted around her room. She insisted I spend the afternoon dressed like that. So, we sat and chatted for a few hours. The next evening, I rushed over to her house, expecting to dress up again...and i did. She turned her back, and I slipped into the sheet nude pantyhose. I pulled the leotard on, making sure that the seem of the pantyhose was hidden beneath the thong. She turned around with a big grin and handed me another pair of shoes...boots actually. 4 - 5 inch platform boots, made of a stretchy fabric; reaching above my knee, they clung to my skin, showing off my legs. She added a form fitting little black skirt and then I modeled for her. She insisted that I should show her roommate, who was sitting in the kitchen. I shyly said I did not want to, but she insisted. She opened the door and seated herself in the kitchen. I could see her from her room, as she beckoned me in. I walked into the kitchen and her roommate looked at me. She said i looked good. My friend insisted I remove my skirt to show off my butt, so i did as i was told. I stood there feeling exposed as her roommate oggled my stockinged legs and exposed butt... and secretly, I loved every second of it. We went back into her room, and she asked me to take off the boots and put the shoes back on, because she preferred the shoes. I did as she asked. About an hour passed and her other roommate came into the apartment. My friend opened the door and called her in. I was standing there ready to pose when the other roommate came in. She complimented my perfect butt and said that she was jealous, because she wanted legs as great as mine. She stood and stared for a few minutes, as i twirled for her. She was very impressed. Her roommate left and we were left alone once again. Then my friend said we should video the experience, and she took out her video camera and slipped in a new tape. She called out directions and I pranced around her room. I sat and ran my hands over my new pantyhose-clad legs, stroked my shoes, bent over to show off my butt, and did some very modelly poses. Then I was told to get onto my knees and put my hands behind my back. She pulled out a belt from a leather coat she had - it was soft leather. She tied my hands firmly behind my back. Next she blindfolded me with a scarf. I couldn't see a thing. She filmed me crossdressed and struggling. I put one leg infront of me, to steady myself, and I felt her bare foot on my knee. I got down onto my knees and started to suck her toes while she filmed it all. She must have been enjoying it, because it did not stop for a very long time. Then she moved me to the bed and rolled me on to my side. She filmed me for a while, and then tied my ankles together; hoisting them back, she had me hogtied. She sat back and filmed me some more. I twisted and pulled, and squirmed my way to the edge of her bed and hung my head off the end. Then her foot came at me again. I sucked away at her toes again. It was then that the video ended. I only found out why the video ended when we watched it afterwards. My friend was so turned on, that she could not concentrate; she pointed the camera all over the place, until she just turned it off and let me suck away. I stayed at her place some many hours more. We lay on her bed, chatting. She constantly caressing my legs. What a night! A night i still think about! Sadly, I've completely lost touch with her.

Let me know what you think about this story, I have many more. The others hae more bondage and less dressing up - but tell me what you like and I'll post accordingly.

- Sam

Maybe I was wrong about it being legal, but what is the definition of "unlawful possession"? Can you lawfully possess them? I mean it doesn't say it illegal to posess them...just not unlawfully. Any explanations?

Yeah, maybe I was wrong to try, but he didn't ask if I were a police officer (or non civilian) just if I had ID. Either way, it was a failure, and I can't think of any adults (i.e. parents) who wouldn't wonder why i wanted them. Last year I asked for (and received) a lock picking set I could relate the purchase to, but my parents were already iffy about the lock picks. If you know of those "we card for tobbaco/alcohol" signs, mybe these guys should have a "we card for handcuffs" sign...

-Love to hear what you guys think-

Farside

In my case, I played most of my TUGs during winter. Was I the only one? I'll tell a few of my own stories soon.

Anyone else ever played TUGs during the rest of the year?

So he rented a truck, like a minivan, the ones you use for delivering stuff, not the multi passenger ones, and came to see me during the weekend. I had done some bondage stuff with the guy before, so I knew what to expect from him. We went to a wooden area and took an off road, so we could do our thing without being disturbed by anyone. For the occasion he asked me to dress very normal, as if I was not expecting to be kidnapped at all. Right! I mean, he always have very specific instructions on how I should dress, like the shoes, the length of the dress, even the jewellery. Anyway, I had to be like my normal self, as if I was going shopping. So I put on one of my flowered summer dress, a little out of fashion, but still a pretty nice one. Very little makeup and my hairs in a pony tail, I think I looked enough like my normal self.

So he tied me up pretty solid, with ropes all over my body, and he gagged me with a stuffing in my mouth and some kind of a large bandanas to keep the stuffing in my mouth. He also put on a blindfold, so I’d look more “kidnapped”. But one last detail he did, and he said he did that so the scene would look more “intense”, and I was to look even more “kidnapped”. He tied a rope to my ankles, and secured it to the back door. Then he put a rope around my neck and tied it to the front seat. To “make it look real”, he pulled pretty hard on that rope, so I would look like I really struggled.

I knew he did that to make the picture to look more real, and I have to admit it was tough. One might think that I almost strangled myself, but in a way I think I know now how real kidnapped victims might feel. Sometimes you wonder how it might feel in the real situation, and it can have been a fantasy for many who are reading the stories here. Such experience is quite revealing.

Once the first pictures were taken, he slacked the rope and removed the blindfold. Then he asked me to make faces, as if I was either in pain, or very angry, or like desperate and crying. That part was rather fun because I got to “act”, and having seen the pictures afterward, I think I did a fair job.

It always amazes me what men might want sometimes, but in a way I had fun too and seeing me in these situation … I think I looked sexy! Thanks to the dress and my new tan.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this (my name)?"

"Yes it is." I replied

"Hi, this is Mrs. (no name), I have to go to work and I need to know if you could sit for all four of my kids."

"Sure, I'll be right over."

I hung up the phone and then called me friend Robert to see if he could help me. He told me that he would be over there in an hour because he had to get his haircut. I headed over (I walked, there was no point in driving to the corner of my street).

When I got there, the four kids were in the family room watching t.v. (the oldest one is an 11 year old boy, then a 10 year old boy, an 8 year old boy, and a 6 year old girl) I had tied these children up numerous times before, so I thought I would try to get some of them again.

My first part of the plan (like always) is to sit down and wait for an opportune moment. They were watching a cartoon where these two kids came into their friends basement and tied him up while he was doing laundry. I was about to say something when the oldest child got up and left the room. Because I liked to tie him up the most, I waited until he came back.

I didn't know he had come back until he was ontop of my head. He pushed forward on all his weight (he was literally on top of my head, attempting to jump over the couch) forward, and I was forced to lean forward, or else my neck would snap. When I leaned forward, the 10 year old pulled on my arms and I rolled onto the floor.

The other kids then came and jumped on top of my back, pinning me to the ground, while the oldest one drew out a long peice of rope. (I'd say it was about 20 feet long, coiled up) He pulled me legs up into an X formation, and started tying one way and then the other, one way and then the other.

After he had finished with that, he ran the string from my feet to my hands. He pulled my hands behind my back and tied them in another X fashion. (By now I looked like the one kid on Canuck 2, for those of you who have seen him, the boy tied by a girl) After about five minutes, the process was done.

I wriggled back and forth to test the bonds. They were really tight, and kept getting tighter as I moved. I was about to protest when the 10 year old came up and shoved a sock in my mouth. The oldest child handgagged me while the girl went to go get duct tape.

When she returned, they wrapped the whole lower part of my head in duct tape, about 15 times. As I was mmmmpppphhhh-ing into my gag and moving around, the oldest one asked if my friend was coming, because I usually have him along. I shook my head no, so the other kids tickled me in the sides until I finally nodded my head.

The oldest child then sent the younger two away after whispering something to them, and then tended to me. He and the second oldest hoisted me onto a couch cushion, and pulled me into the corner of the room. They put the couch cusion back and came back over to me. They started tickling the soles of my feet when we heard the door slowly creek open...

To be continued....

P.S. I was wearing a gray t-shirt with khaki shorts, and joe boxer socks (white with gray on the bottom, halfway between a crew and low cut)

To Mihir, what other tie-up games did you play, and could you get into more detail, like how you tied your victims?

To t-man, could you tell of how you tied up the kids you babysit?

To everyone, keep posting more!

Anyway- Easy does it, New york is funny like that. Recently I found a shop called GI Joe's army surplus (happens to be in queens too), which had all the things you could possibly have wanted, but with no such uncertainty. On the front of the door, it clearly reads, "Must be 18 or older to enter this store. Valid photo ID required at entry". I've seen more lenient security at sex shops. Not like this helps you any, but only three more years before you're able to purchase anyting you want (except alcohol) and join the army. Happy aging!

So Steve and I are sitting on the couch watching Matrix Reloaded. But since everyone has seen that a good 5 times or so we got bored. So we decided to spy on the girls. We went up to her room, and we heared some laughing. After a minute of our ears at the door we heared liqued swishing around. To get a better idea of what was happening, we leaned to much and the door squeaked open with our head sideways. We quickly looked up to see they had Vadka in their hands, laughing their heads off. Steve's face exploded with shock as I just opened my eyes to keep up with his expression. They stopped laughing when Emily just looked at us and answered, "Oh my god! You stupid idiots! You've been spying on us!? Your gonna learn not to spy any more!".

Then she leaped onto Steve as he tried to turn around and run, and tackled him to the ground with a hard hit."What the mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!?" he tried to mumble with his face shoved into the carpet. I was going to back up quietly and then run like hell, but when Emily went to tackle Steve, the bottle spilled all over me which covered my shirt with Vadka. So before it soaked in, I tried to get it off very quickly without dripping on my pants. As soon as I looked up I saw Emily moving a roll of duct tape right around where she held Steve's hands together on the back. After I through my shirt on the ground I, looked up to see Jakie bear hug me from behind and pull me to Emily's bed. Then after the scretching of some tape and a few muffled profanities, Emily had already moved onto Steves feet.

So as I'm squirming back and forth being held by on arm around the chest, and another was handgagging me, her legs warpped around mine restricting me from movement. So with one last struggle I lifted my head to see Steve taped and gagged squriming on the ground trying his hardest to get free. Oh yes I forgo to add throughout the whole process I was yelling, "Hey! Let me go! what did I do!? Stop it!" before being silenced.

Then as Emily started toward me on the bed, she remarked, "Hey, have you been spying too?" She paused as I nodded my head no for any chance of freedom. "You probably don't want to be tied up and tortured like your good friend here, do you? But you probably did suggest the spying anyway, so... You'll be extra tied and tortured, plus, you already have you shirt off so this wil be hell for you." she smirked as she pick up the tape and brought up both my hands in front of me.

Then with my hands tied, she moved onto my feet. After she laid me next to Steve, they soaked us with Vodka and left. But for all you readers I'm sorry to say that they were bluffing, They came back in 20 minutes to let us go after some pictures so we wouldn't tell. And we decided never to spy on them again, and we couldn't talk to parents that day because we smelled like alchohal and they would be pissed.

Kindly I have spoken to it trying to convince it to consider a friend me and its mother, he after a little hesitation has not trusted itself me and she has tell me that she loves the scenes of the films in which tied women look at themselves. I did not understand (and contiunuo not to understand) and it with uncertain voice me churches if I wanted to try makes me to tie. I said not to joke itself and I raised myself. That evening the issue ended them. However a pair of evenings after, while I was ironing G. sluices in room its to watch its tv. Ended to iron I went in room its for portargli dressed its still irons and the surprises to you with that film. To that point I began to worry me seriously and I was based close to he on the bed in order to convince it to deepen the argument; I said that if wanted it could try to tie me, I wanted to understand.

However it refused saying me that in that way it would not have been the same thing, than to he not love same the fine scenes of violence to if but only the situations in which tied woman sees one period. Moreover the protagonist was dressed various from me, she did not expect of being tied and she was in a situation of false danger (just therefore said to me). Always piu' I was confused, before leaving it its visions I said to it that in any case I would have deepened the issue, that it had tell me all and that I wanted to understand at all costs. I went to bed without to think to us more. The next evening I had to go to supper with two my friends and confess that enough I was taken care having to alone leave G. (after the discoveries of the last days). However I trusted myself; I returned towards midnight, entering in house received me Hush an unusual one: nothing tv, nothing video games, all quiet. I went in bedroom of G. in order seeing if it were all ok, when without warning I felt myself to push on the bed give behind. At first they are scared to me but then I have understood that G. wanted to make the game that to he it appeals to a lot. I remained in Hush and I let to tie. Before it tied me the wrists behind the back and then it made me to seat on one chair tying to me the ankles with and thighs over to the knees.

Particular familiarity had one to do good the nodes and it tightened! Never I would not have succeeded to free to me. with an excuse in order to mask my agitation I said to it not to tighten too much and to make attention not to break off the new stockings to me. I could not say other why me gagged. I had been tied from my son and I continued not to understand. I remained tied nearly an hour, in the meantime me take various photos with its digitalis them; the thing that made me to anger was that to a sure point it raised the miniskirt in order to discover to me completely the legs nearly to me and me opened the blouse. I had understood that to my son it appealed to to the underwear and in particular the garterbelt seen the remarkable amount of photo that released to my legs. Ended the memory of the digitalis he is decided them to untie to me, I was amused I had the ankles and wrists marks to from the ropes. I did not know if to reproach it, to the end I embraced it tell that I was not understand but that if the thing could better make it to be I would be left to still tie. From that day they have been tied from my son several times, the particular one is that ago only if I wear stockings with garterbelt or the collant, in this period of warmth it has practically stopped to stretch ambushes to me. Someone can give a suggestion to me?

My husband says that he will pass to it, but when?

We made our way back to school and went to our afternoon exam, it was English, pretty easy just had to coment on a few poems and a book, pretty much a no brainer. Anyway after the exam it was around 2:15, normal school time didnt finish untill around 3:30ish so i had to wait another hour and 15 minuets untill i could catch the regular school bus since i had no money for public transportation and i couldnt get a ride home with anyone local but i was in luck since 3 of my friends we're pretty much in the same boat as me. There was Dan (15), Josie (15) and Dani (16), since we all would normaly catch the school bus home we thought we'd all find a study room together and just wait for school to end, we went to find our head of year to find a free room, we were given a choice of either the libary or room 58, we wernt completely sure where room 58 was so we headded towards the libary, a quick look inside the libary told us we did not want to stay there. A group of year 8s we're being tutored there, this was basicaly the mouthy, annoying, trouble making kids that the teachers didnt want in lessons, i wasnt about to put up for that for over an hour.
"Ok so we're not going in there, where the hell is room 58?" I asked.
"I have no idea, i'v never had one lesson there." Dan relplied
"Erm, i dunno, i think its upstairs in the tower block, by where that fire was in year 8 (when we were in year 8 some year 11s started a fire in one of the class rooms accidently during one lunch time whilst mucking about with lighters) i don't think its been used since, hang on i think i'v got a map in my locker i'll check" Josie replied.
We took a moment to laugh at the fact she still had the school map she was issued with in year 7 as we walked to her locker. She opened it and began digging around at the bottem of it for a while.
"AH HA, found it!" She shouted
"Alright shut up, lessons are still going on, you want us to get bollocked by the head?" Dani snapped.

After checking the map we saw she was correct it was up in the tower block, it was an old french room on the top floor, or should i say just above it. We made our way to the top of the tower block to the top floor, usaly at this point we'd stop here but for the first time we kept going, we turned the corner and there was a small wooden staircase which lead to an old wooden red door, the paint had started to peal years ago, we could tell it was old since the school was redecorated a few years ago and all the doors were painted blue and the fact that this was still red. I opened the door to find a small dimly lit room, with a few small dusty windows, no wonder it haddent been used since the fire, it was so small it couldnt hold a class of too many people, it was probaly used for the slower smaller classes. However now they were all moved to the special needs department.
The room was quite dusty with a few old wooden tables and an old black board with a few pices of chalk left in a dish on the teacher's desk.
"It'll do" i turned round and said to the 3 following me.
"Cool, i never knew about this class room" Dani Said

We sat down and threw our bags down in a corner of the room, shutting the door behind us. It was quite stuffy since we couldnt get the windows open so we took our blazers off. We were there for about 5 mins before Josie spoke up.
"Oh bugger, crap." She exclaimed
"What is it?" I asked
"I forgot, i need to speak to Miss Marsh (drama teacher), i need to ask her about the coursework and i need to get a few props off her, wait here, i'l be back in sec." she said running out.
"That reminds me, i need to see Mr Nevers (tech teacher) about my project, ill be right back." He said walking out.
I turned to Dani
"You aint gotta go anywhere have you?" I asked
She smilled and shock her head. She was quite cute, she had a nice smile. Both her and josie were quite short, but jose was more chuncky where as dani had quite a slim figure. She had brown hair and matching brown eyes, she was like the quite one of the group. We sat chatting for a while (well some would consider it flerting) before dan came back.
"All sorted?" I asked
"Yep" He said putting somthing in his bag
"What you got there?" Dani asked
He turned round holding a pack of those small plastic binding things (i don't know what they're called, but they're small made of plastic, where you feed one end through and it binds in place, they're kind of like hand cuffs, infact some parts of the amry do use them as handcuffs).
"Oh those, aint they pretty flimsy, i swear they break easily" I said
"Wanna bet?" Dan replied
"Yeah, go on then how much?"
"Fiver?"
"Go on then" He said throwing me one.
I threaded it through and turned round facing the black board, dan walked round in front of us watching. I tried pulling it apart fr a while but it didnt work.
"Hear i'll show you" Dan said walking over to his bag.
I took no notice of this.
"I tell you what, ill give you a tenner if you can do it hands behind your back" He said again.
"Alright, its your money" i said in a smug voice
I shrugged and put my hand behind my back and attempted to pull again when dan ran up behind me and locked my hands in one behind my back and pulled tighly pulling my wrists tight together.
"OI, WHAT THE HELL YOU DOIN?" I shouted in shock.
"Geting my moneys worth, go on break it" He said with a smile.
Dani started laughing as well.
"I tell you what, i'll go double or nothing" he said walking behind Dani before grabbing her wrists and locking them behind her.
"Hey stop it" She exclaimed
At this moment Josie walked in holding a large red box, she put it down on the table and looked over at us and at our wrists bound behind our backs.
"Oh wow whats going on here?" She asked
"Here i'll show ya" Dan said grabbing her and turing her around bending her over the desk, pulling one had behind her back, before reaching for the other.
"Hey, get off" She said as he locked her wrists behind her back.
Dan stood back and looked at the 3 of us standing there with our hands bound behind our backs.
"Wait, i'm not finnished". He said turning to his bag pulling out 3 more binders, he walked over to Dani.
"Get away from me ya loser" She said kicking at him.
He grabbed her legs and pulled her ankles together before binding them in place. She was wearing trousers since it was winter.
He turned to me next, i knew there was no way out of it, i couldnt break the binder, so i just put my ankles together and raised my legs as he binded them together.
Next he turned to Joise.
"No, no, no, get away" She shouted leaning back knocking the box of the desk sending the stuff inside scattered across the floor.
He Grabbed her chubby legs and binded her ankles together.
"What a mess, i better clean up" He said laughing.
He began picking up the items that had fallen out of the box and placed them back inside when all of sudden he paused and turned around holding a large black roll of gaffa tape. It was quite wide, one strip would have gone from just below my nose to just above my chin.
"Oi, no, put that down now" Josie started yelling.
Dan turned to her and streched out a bit of tape.
"NO, HELP, HELPPPPPPP" She started shouting before being silenced
Dan placed a strip of tape reaching from ear to ear over her mouth before smoothing it down, he took another pice and placed it so it wen below her chin, half covering the one already on her mouth and then another one reaching the top of her nose, before plastering one more in the original place, the bottom of her face was completely covered in black tape. All that could be heard from her was a muffled yell thats just came out as MPHHHHHHHHHHHHH. She was MPHHHHing with angry eyes thrashing about shaking her head furiously.
"Dan sort her out, shes gonna annoy me" I said looking at Josie.
Dan stood her up and looked around the room, he began pushing her, forcing her to hop, since her ankles were bound so tight together she made 2 hops before falling forward twisting in the fall landing on her side with a loud grump behind her gagged mouth. Dan rolled her over towards the back off the room, where he open a small cubard on the floor, it was empty inside and dan shoved her inside, he slamed the door shut and locked it with the small lock on the door. We could sit hear her even more muffled screams and her kicking the inside of the cuboard.
"I take it we're next?" I asked.
"Yep, then i'm going to the libary, Rich is down there i think."
"Your coming back right?" Dani Asked
"Oh i might pop in before the end of school" He said with a smile.
"But you better i'm not gonna miss that bu..MPHHH" She said as he pressed the tape over her lips.
She looked at him and started giving him the biggest evil. He plastered more tape over her mouth. Before he left he gagged me the same way as the other 2.
"Don't go anywhere!!!" He said closing the door.
Dani MPHHHed loudly at him as he did.
It was now 2:40 we had 50 mins to wait untill the end of school, thats if dan came back, i was thinking.
"I looked over at Dani, she was stuggleing and thrashing about trying to get free MPPHHHHing and grunting in the progrecces. Her nostrols started flearing as she was trying to get free, i had to admit i was completely turned on at this point watching her struggling, she looked so hot sitting there hand and feet bound tape gagged, stuggeling to get free.
20 minuets had passed of me just watching Dani trying to get free, she was begining to get frustrated with the situation. Constantly thrashing about breathing heavily through her nose, only pausing everyonce in a while when she thought someone was coming, she got so frustated with what was happening she kicked a chair with her bound feet, knocking the box over again sending its contence once again scattered over the floor. By this time my wirsts were starting to hurt as i tried to rub them with my bound hands.
Whilst doing this i looked down at the floor i saw a pair of scissers lying on the ground, i leaned forward into a standing posistion, took one hop, lost my balance spun round and fell black landing on my arse. I felt around for the scissers and tried getting them into a posistion so i could cut the binders, Dani was watching me the whole time, she leaned forward falling to the floor with a loud grunt trying to help me, but by this time, i had weakened them enough before they snapped off and my hands were free. I rubbed my wrists since they were so sore, before ripping off the tape, the worst part, it hurt so much, i then freed my legs. Dani was looking at me with wide eyes and MPHHHing at me to free her, i teased her a for a while putting on my blazer and grabbing my bag. She kept MMPPPHHHHHing and rolling around on the floor presenting her hands to me. I walked over to her and freed her arms and legs and she ripped off the tape.
"What about her?" She said pointing to the cuboard.
"We'll let Dan deal with her, shes gonna blow when she gets lose!!!" i replied
"Yeah good idea" She said laughing.
We got our stuff ready and walked down to the libary, we couldnt see Dan, but i could see his bag, we wrote him a note and left it in his open bag saying "You'd Better Free The Beast, Lots of Love Chris & Dani". We then left and walked down to the bus stop and waited for the buses to arrive.

We didnt see them until the end of school, Josie looked pissed off and had red marks where the tape was, dan had a red slap mark across his face, we couldnt help but laugh.

**THE END**

My little brother, Devin is 10 and has five friends. They all like to tie-up and gag pretty girls. Once they did three on the same day. They were all slender, 16 years old, had long blonde hair and pretty eyes and legs. These Girls were Wendy, Alauna, and Crissy. They are his three babysitters. One day mom told Devin to call up one babysitter. Instead, he called over all his friends and called each babysitter to come at a different time. All 6 boys waited for the first girl to arrive. While they waited, they collected jump-ropes, the landaury cloths line, scarfs, ducktape, and a chair. I'm sorry to say that they were boyscouts and knew all kinds of knots. 2:00, Alauna came first. There was a note on the door saying to came around back. When she came around back all the boys amushed her or something like that. They dragged her over to the pole outside and tied her hands behind her back. Then they tied her ankles, waist and legs to the pole. She screamed, "What are you doing?" Then one of the boys, I think it was Mark, stood on the chair and taped gagged her, then they uesd a scarf as a second gag to make sure she couldn't scream. She started to MMPPHH! MMPPHH!. Jeff, one friend of Devin said "Arg, we be pirates fighting abourd the ship and you're our tied-up prisoner". They started fighting and saying sentences like pirates pretending to have a sword fight while Alauna stuggled against the bonds but they were to strong. Pretty good, for a bunch of 10 year olds. (To be continued)

PART 2

Devin and the boys played pirates for twenty minutes. Thats when Devin told them it was time to prepare for tying-up captive number 2. They left to prepare for the next game and left Alauna to stuggle tied and gagged to the pole. 2:30 Wendy arrived. She came threw the front door after reading a note that said to go downstairs to the basement. All the boys were waiting for her downstairs. She opened the door, walked downstairs and captured her. They set her down on a chair and began tying up her hands behind her. She screamed "What's going on?" as they began to tie-up her ankles. She screamed again, " Stop tying me up yoummmffffff!MMMMPPPPHHHHH! They had just taped her mouth and used a scarf for the secound gag. Lucas said "Were burgarlars who are gonna steal everything in this house. And you're the owner, who we've tied-up and gagged to keep you quiet. And we're gonna get awawy with this while we leave you down here tied-up and gagged to this chair helpless." She mmmhhhpp. mmmhhpp. mmhhpp, while the boys were wearing masks and using pillow cases to steal all the stuff in the basement. Yet again, pretty good, for a bunch of ten year olds. (To be continued)

PART 3

They played burgarlars for twenty minutes again, then Devin said it was time again to prepare for tying-up captive number three and like captive number one, they left Wendy tied-up and gagged to the chair to stuggle. 3:00 Crissy came over. This time the note on the door said to go the guest bedroom up stairs. She walked up stairs, into the guest room and closed the door. "Get her!" screamed one of the boys. They grabbed and brought her over to the bottom of the bed. This bed had legs to hold it up. Two boys tied her hands behind her back, two other boys tied-up her ankles and the other two boys gagged her like the other two girls. They did that part all at once so she didn't have time to scream. This time they were just tying her up so they wouldn't need a babysitter. I had to admitt, they were enjoying themselfs on this one, espsecially when I came in and said "Who wants ice-cream sudaes?" They all rushed down the stairs to the kitchen, and locked the door of the guest room, leaving Crissy to struggle tied-up and gagged to the leg of the guest room bed. After a snack, my brother showed me all of his pretty tied-up and gagged hostages. I was impressed. We all left them that way for the next 2 hours. Then I made him untie his victums. I told them to not tell mom and dad, and the boys would only tie them up when they allowed and stay tied-up for a shorter amount of time. And I told my brother that I wouldn't tell mom and dad that he totally disobeied if he cleaned my room for a year and I'm very messy. Pretty clever, for a thirteen year old.
THE END

Seeing as how I would be clothed, unlike in the story he had mentioned, I found nothing wrong with this. We began. I was laid on my stomach in his garage after I had changed for the occasion into a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt, I put an extra pair of my underwear over the cuff of my left pant leg to simulate being stripped and he pinned me down, getting 'in character' as he called it, with my hands tightly tied behind me with white rope, and a cloth ball in my mouth, held in place with another between my teeth.

He removed the panties with a razor knife, cutting them at the hip and band as if I were wearing them and laid them near my head on the dusty, dirty garage floor. This wasn't planned, and I protested a bit, but he remained in character and lightly slapped me, uttering a shut up command gruffly and untied my gag strap.

I held the cloth in as he agreed and he forced the underwear into my mouth. I nearly choked, it hurt and rubbed the inside of my jaws and gums, but he poked and prodded until they were inside and grabbed the back of my shirt, lifting it to cover my neck and hanging hair before he smoothed the end of the duct tape roll on my open-wide held mouth and wrapped the tape around and around my head at least 4 times before he tore the end and smoothed it down onto my bulging cheeks.

Now, THIS was a new kind of discomfort, but I was secretly thrilled, even though the underwear were a bit dusty and tasted of old leaves that gathered sometimes in the garage. I remained there for nearly two hours, sometimes screaming as loud as I could just to hear how it was muted to barely a whisper before I was released.

My first taste of bondage started when I was 11. I loved the Hardy Boy Mysteries and couldn't get enough of Frank and Joe being bound and gagged in every book. I loved looking at the drawings of them tied up and couldn't understand why it made me feel so funny! I used to dream of being kidnapped and tied up all of the time and tried to get some of my neighbor kids to play. One day my older brother's best friend was outside in our yard. Tommy was 16, blond haired and beautiful. I was 11 and a cut up. I had a "jump rope" that I was playing around with in hopes that if I annoyed Tommy enough that he might actually tie me up to keep me from pestering him. I tried and tried to get him to take the bait, but he wouldn't. I finally had given up hope of being tied up by this hot 16 year old. Tommy said he had to leave and I walked around the side of my house to check on my rabbits when a strong hand comes up behind me and gags me. He pulls me close to his hard body and whispers, "you need to learn not to mess with me". With his free hand, he grabbed the rope andin one swift move release his hand from my mouth and grabbed my wrists. Before I knew it, my hands were tied behind my back! He pulled up one of the patio chairs and sat me in it, lifting my bound arms over the back of the chair. The"jump rope" was extra long and he begain to tie me to the chair. It was so tight that I couldn't budge an inch. Tommy then took off his t-shirt, and wrapped it around my head as a blindfold. I was upset about that because he had an incredible set of pecs and I loved seeing him with out a shirt on. When I started to complain, he took off his socks and tied them together to make a great gag. I opened my mouth one too many times and he shoved it in and quickly tied it tight around my head. Now I was securely bound, gagged and blindfolded on the side of my house with a 6 foot fence that no one could see over or through!. No one knew I was there and Tommy leans down and whispers in my ear that he was going home to eat dinner and that he might see me later! I was shocked! It was the first time that I had been tied up by someone else and I didn't think that they wouldn't let me go! I heard the gate shut and it was silent, except for my heavy breathing into the gag. I sat there for a long time wondering what I was going to do and how I was going to get out. A wave of fear came over me at the thought of my parents finding me all tied up with an obvious rise in my shorts. ( I wasn't sure what caused it, but I knew it felt good!) After about 30 minutes, I decided taht I would have to risk it and got carefully to my feet, the chair still tied to my back. (Tommy didn't have enough rope to tie my ankles :-( I started to hobble towards where I thought the back door of the house was and almost made it when a strong arm grabbed me. Tommy had never left! He had been having a grand old time watching me struggle against my bondage. He picked me up, chair and all and carried me around to the side of the house. He took off the blindfold but left the gag. "I'm not through with you yet", he replied and proceeded to make my bondage fantasy a reality.

Kyle
Austin, Texas
If anyone is around Austin and wants toplay, let me know.

GreenBeretUsetaBe

An experience I had was when I was 13. A group of kids were playing hide and go seek. I didn't think anything of it until I saw the girl I lived next door to was playing. She was 12 and cute . I thought to myself if I play I could capture her and tie her up. So I asked if I could play, they said yes. She went to go hide, I cheated and watched were she went. Everybody scattered all over the neighborhood but she went into her back yard. I waited for 5 minutes and then she came out thinking the coast was clear when I grabbed her and took her into my house. While in my house I set her in a recliner after I tied her hands and feet with duct tape. Then I used a piece of duct tape to gag her with that went from cheek to cheek. I stood there for a minute until I got a good idea. I removed her shoes and socks. She gave me a look of what the hell did you do that for. I went down stairs and got a feather. I came back upstairs, she had no idea what I was about to do until I pulled out the feather and then she realized why she was bare foot. I then started to tickle her cute little feet as she tried beg me to stop under her gag. Up and down in between her toes I did this for ten minutes. After I stoped I went outside and invited everybody in for a soda. when they all came in they saw her tied up and gaged and they laughed and started to tickile her feet again. I took the tape off her mouth to let her get air and then let her go. She was not real happy to be tied up and was pissed about being tickled. But I had fun and thats all that matters.

I hear the phone ring, and answer it with the usual greeting, "Hello?"

"Hey," he said, "You wanna come over to my house?"

I listened through the receiver and pondered whether or not to accept the invitation. At 15 years old, I am a tall, slim kid and wondering what my other friends would think if they knew I hung out with a 7th grader.

"Sure," I said after deliberation, "I have nothing better to do."

"Cool." he said excitedly and hung up. At the time, I thought nothing of his tone as he said the last word, but I should have realised something was going on. I got ready and dressed in a brown shirt, a pair of jeans with low cut socks and my brown etnies. His house was just down the road, so I decided to walk in the early spring air.

When I got there, he was laying down on the couch watching TV. He was wearing blue shorts and an orange shirt. We watched the remainder of the cartoon he was watching before talking to each other.

"Do you wanna play some one-on-one?" he asked.
I sighed, I was no good at basketball, but I agreed anyway. "Alright, what better can we do?" He gave a wide smile.

He went upstairs and came back down with a pair of long white socks and Orange Converse All-Stars, he put the socks on and then the shoes before rolling the sock tops down to the tp of the shoe. We then walked outside together to the hoop. WHen we got there, he licked his lips and proposed a new idea.

"Let's make a bet. The loser has to do whatever the winner tells him to for the rest of the day."
"Sure." I said, I had plenty of things around the hosue that he could do for me.
"Great! Let's start!"

We played a game of one-on-one to thirty by ones. After about a half an hour, he beat me 23-30.

"Alright," he said happily, "You have to do whatever I tell you to. The first thing I want you to do is go up to my room until I com give you more instructions." I snorted in irritation and did his bidding, a deal was a deal after all. I figured I'd have to do a few loads of laundry and vacuum or something, but I was quite wrong.

After a few minuets, I heard him running up the stairs. he pounded down the hallway and came in the room, kicking his shoes off. "Alright," he said with excitement, "Put your hands behind your back."

I did as I was told, a little bewildered at the request. He pulled my arms and begin lacing rope around them... it felt weird, but a good sort of weird. I snapped my head back and saw the thin white rope that he was using to bind my wrists. "Hey! Are going to tie me up?!" I aksed. He laughed and said, "Yup. And theres nothing you can do about it anymore, come on, you know you like it!"

I have to say, he was right. I did rather enjoy the feeling, but I wasnt going to let him know that. He then pushed me in a soft bean-bag chair and tied my akles in the same fashion, I couldnt get up if I wanted to.

I continued to protest and complain and he was done tying me up, he decided to take action. He took off his socks and got a roll of duct tape out from under his bed. "Oh stuff a sock in it!" he said as he forced the white sweat sock behind my teeth and sealed it with duct tape. "I hope you like the taste." He laughed. I didn't particularly like the taste, though I did love the feeling of the sock in my mouth.

He watched me while tossing the other sock in the air and catching it. WHen he got bored, he pressed the sock against my nose, forcing me to breathe its fumes. After about 15 minuets he got bored. "Alright," he said, "I'll untie you but you have to keep the gag in, its more peaceful and quiet that way." he laughed and untied me. He made me keep the gag in for about an hour before I went home.

I hope you enjoyed it, you can IM me at my new AIM, Hufflepuff Lad.

Jon

she proceeded to tie me to a straight back chair binding my wrists tightly behind me and wrapping more rope around my waist and torso tying me into the chair, she tied each ankle to a chair leg "get out of that she remarked"
i tried twisting my wrists in a bid to loosen the knot but i could find no give at all she had also tied the knot at the top way out of my reach and no matter what i tried i could not get free. after half an hour i gave up in despair and had to endure her teasing taunts about my "weakness"
she tied me several more times duiring our relationship which is now over and if any females are interested in e mailing to chat about being tied up i can be contacted at tallbloke77200@yahoo.co.uk

One more thing, I have a sister who is always hogging MSN ant the internet. I want to have the PC to myself at some point, so can somebody give me a tip about how to tie up somebody 4 years older than yourself please?

Jon

One night, while my parents were out, my sister told me she was throwing a slumber party.

"Don't ruin this for me, or else." she said.

"Why would I?" I asked.

Before the party, I got this recorder, and a sound file type thing that would help me hear what they were saying. It wasn't very interesting, until one girl said,

"Did I just hear myself echo?"
"Yeah," another one said. "I hear it too."

"Uh-oh." I said quietly.

"It's a recorder!" my sister yelled.

I could hear the girls running dontairs. I tried to run, but one grabed my shirt.

" Well," my sister said. "Now that you know what we were saying, you're invited to the slumber prty. Oh, and just so you know, it's girls only."

And so, they undressed me to my underwear, and replaced my clothes with a pink nightgown, and tied me to a chair. There, they made me wear pink eyeshadow, mascarra, pink eyeliner, blush, they painted my nails and toenails pink, and pink lipstick. Then, after that, they left me and continued the party.

And before they went to bed, they put curlers on my hair, then put lime slices in my eyes, and gave me a facial, then went to sleep while all of the makeup was on me.

I bet I can tell you how to tie yourself up so you can't untie yourself. If you can't escape you have to stay that way. If you do, we switch roles.

This is a fair bet. I would enjoy reading anyone's experience with it.

(this story is kind of a sequel to "An interesting sleepover)

We decided to spend the night at his house, his little Sister (Mary, age 8), had a friend over as well, (Alice, age 9)

THe first thing I did was beforehand, I contacted Mary, and told her to bring one of her friends over for that night. I then proposed a challenge to Joe for that night, we would play a game of my choice, and the winner would tie-up the loser... In order for my plan to work right, I needed a game that NOBODY can beat me at, "Mortal Kombat 4"!!

The battle began... I chose the character "Scorpion", and he chose "Sub-Zero"... I was a little worried that the plan might not work, but it wasn't too much. On the third round, I lost a lot of health, then, I used Scorpion's special moves... but I had won!! I had gotten the Duct tape... he asked me what I wanted to do for that night, I once again gave him the bed, so, he agreed... so long as I didn't tickle him, or hit him, I could tie him to the bed.

So, I got out the duct tape and strapped his arms to the supports, afterwards, I tied his ankles together, with the tape, and then using a piece of rope from their garage, tied them to the bottom part of the bed, which left him stretched out... so I placed a strip on his mouth from cheek to cheek... and then, I called over Mary and Alice.
They giggled at the sight of him, and then they started tickling him, he mmpphhed a LOT. Then I had another idea...
I leaft the room with the tape, and hid in the bathroom, and waited for only one of them, first was Alice, I handgagged her, and told her to be quiet... then I pulled the towel from the hangar and temporarilly gagged her with it. Then, when I was done with tieing her up, I used the tape for her mouth.

When Mary came by, to see my hostage, she nearly shrieked, I snuck up behind her and dragged her to Joe's room, where I proceeded to tie her up as well... they were all like that for about an hour, when I started untieing them... Joe's parents had ordered Pizza, I had to untie them because it would be weird and notictible if I would be the only one to come downstairs. Anyway, I talked to them, and to my surprise, the girls didn't wanna be untied! I told everybody to go downstairs, when I was done throwing away the used tape, I told them that there would be other times. And we all enjoyed some Poppa Johns', and video games, and movies galore.

(And there other times too!)

I decided on a plan to tie up George (a member) for fun, so I was following him on the sidewalk, tape at the ready. I was about to pounce on him when HE jumps back on ME! He grabbed the tape out of my hand and 2 other members jumped out and within 30 seconds I was secured hand and foot. I was dragged back to the Clubhouse and the other 2 members opened the door expecting to see George all tied up. The were shocked to see me like this. They were even more shocked when George and the other 2 jumped on them! The 3 of us were on the floor, bound and gagged by 2 traitors.

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Okay, I have a huge family. (3 brothers and one sister) One night, I heard my door creak open as I got into bed, our parents were away in florida for the weekend.
My brothers pointed toy guns at me, and I played along, My sister Jennifer was already with them, her hands tied behind her.

They marched us outside to the dense woods behind the house, where they made us get into sleeping bags, then zipped them up tight and tied rope around them at our chests, waists, knees, and ankles. They then stuffed bandannas in our mouths and wrapped duct tape around our heads at least 5 times, our cries were muffled, we were helpless.

Next, they tied a rope to my bag, and threw it over ahanging branch, they all tugged, and I was jerked into the air, I let out a muffled groan and they tied it at a tree across the way, leaving me hung.

They repeated with Jennifer, and we hung back to back in sleeping bags, bound and helpless.

When morning came, I startled awake, realizing I had fallen asleep bound and gagged.

I looked over at Jennifer, she was asleep, her head resting on her shoulder, she was lazily spinning.

I grunted and shook, banging into her and shaking her awake. No sign of our brothers, it was very hot outside.
Within hours, our bags were soaked in sweat, we lazily spun back-to-back, helpless.

When night came again, we were starting to get scared. Our brothers hadn't shown up at all, we were hungry and most of all, thirsty.

We had been hanging bound and gagged for almost 24 hours. We were secretly having the time of our lives, but the fun was wearing off.

I fell asleep off and on, having nothing else to do. Sunday morning arrived, I woke up, my throat sore and parched, Jennifer had banged into me, shaking me awake.

After what seemed like all day (I found out later it had only been about an hour) I fell back asleep and had a strange dream. A camera flash woke me up, I looked on to see my brothers, my oldest had my camera, he had 'borrowed' it.

We looked at them and struggled and weakly mmpphhed to tell them we wanted to be free, they finally (after a few pictures) let us down.

We had been bound and gagged for about 27 or 28 hours, I found out later, we were very hungry and thirsty, but luckily my brothers had made breakfast.

They later tried to blackmail me, threatening to show the pictures to all my friends, but I snuck into their room one night and took them, tearing them up and trashing them.

I had a lot of fun being bound and gagged. I later decided to tie up my brothers, but that's another story..

Hangman

PS. Even though I use the handle 'Hangman', I am really a girl. If you want to contact me on yahoo messenger or Hotmail, try emily_kenobi_daughter_of_obiwan at Yahoo messenger and snakeeater32@hotmail.com for hotmail. Bye.

Alright, so I was setting up my friend, he thought he was going to tie me up, when I actually got help and was going to tie him up. We were both in nothing but our (football) briefs and socks. But before the help came, he "mitted" my hands. However, I still held him down and he was tied, however I couldn't escape and was tied by my "help" who was my friend, friends's cousin, and gym teacher.

Now...

We were both standing up, "hugging" each other. Are hands were tied behing each other's back. And of course we were both gagged with duct tape and something in our mouths. I think there was a sock in his mouth, while I had a mouth guard. We were also blindfolded. And on top of it, he used double-sided tape to tape our mouths together.

It was so hard to stand up. He had left us, but there was almost no chance of escape. We swayed hard as out legs got tired. All that could be heard was what everyone calls "Mpph"-ing. So after a few minutes, we both fell over. It was loud, and hurt pretty bad.

Our coach/cousin/friend came in and apologized. He separated us, but left us tied. And although we were likeing it, we weren't enjoying it at the moment. He took off our blind fold. He said, "I really am sorry. However, I'm not done with you two. But this will be better." We "mpph"-ed in protest, but to no avail. He then turned us back to back. We were both still in out briefs. So he tied our hands together. He then took tape and white rope and proceeded it reinforce the tie. Near our bare waists went a strand. Underneath our armpits was the next. And then he used tape to tape our necks together. Of course, we were still gagged. We were sitting down, so he just tied our feet to the other one. He took a few pictures, and said "It's just for insurance."

He left, and me and Michael both start thinking on the same wavelength. We both brought up our feet to the point where we could slowly stand. Then he start grabbing at the rope. Once his hands were free, he did mine, however they were still mitted. He was almost free. He just had to free his legs and get the gag off. However, I was still mitted and had my feet tied as well as gagged. I thought immediately about how I would get my clothes back and out of these briefs.

But that's when HE walked in. He said "Hey guys, it's time for some water...Michael!" He jumped at Michael and wrestled him down. Then he started to tie his hands behind his back. I started to crawl for the door but then he got me. He tied my mitted hands behind my back. He then said "Well, I was going to let you loose after that one. But now, you guys have to pay" I though he was going to stuff underwear in out mouths. Thankfully, he didn't. However, this could have been worse. He shoved my face in Michael's crotch! He then used the white rope to make sure my face stayed there, and he did likewise to Michael! We were both shoved in each other's white briefed crotches and left there. It was so gross!!! HE walked out and said, "Be back in a little bit."

We were left there. But he did come back. And he untied us completely. My hands hurt to be "mitted" for so long. And the tape hurt from out mouths as usual. We were sitting on the ground in our briefs, exhasted. HE said "Wasn't that fun?" And we made an effort to puch him (he just nailed us back) and we vowed revenge. We got dressed, and out of those briefs! We then hung out playing some video games before leaving. The End of this tale.

I hope to post some stories in the future but can't write at least not normally with the same format you guys do. I do roleplays in chatrooms (NOT cybersex) were it is like writing a script to a play live with two or more people playing different parts. This does not work for someone you can't "read" a roleplay you have to be a part of it or witness it live so you can interact with the "actors" or be a "extra" in the background. These are really fun and you can choos were the story goes chaing plot main character as you see fit.

If anyone here likes to roleplay or wants to learn more let me know because I LOVE roleplaying.

My yahoo messenger username is "edwardnardella" and my email is "edwardnardella@yahoo.ca" sadly I don't have msn because of personal preference tho I may change my mind.

Roleplaying is a truely unique way to express oneself and all those who consider themselve creative should try at least once.

The story so far leaves me and 2 freinds bound and gagged in the clubhouse by 2 traitors.

Here we were. We all tried to struggle, MPHHing desperatly. It was no good. We were stuck. The 2 that had done this ran off and locked the door with a padlock. It was useless to try and escape. One of the others, did get his hands loose, and in no time was free. He let loose the other, climbed out the window and ran. I was shocked! I had to run away. What if anyone came looking? One however, did come back, but he had been recaptured. One of the traitors said that we wern't being queit enough, so he pulled of our ties (school uniform) and stuffed them under my gag.

MORE TO COME SOON

My mom and dad had gone away for 2 days and it was just me and my sister in the house. I was bored and asked my sister what to do. After asking this 16 times she got up from the PC and pushed me on the floor. She pulled the duct tape from under the desk and quickly bound my hands and feet. She then pulled off one of my socks and stuffed it in my mouth, covering it with the tape. I was rolling about and MPPHHing like crazy. She showed no mercy at all.

"Still bored?" She asked.

I couldnt reply could I? I just shook my head.

"This will occupy you for the next 2 days, won't it?" She said

Again I tried to get away but I was tied up pretty good. I was left there for 2 hours and my sister came in with a camera. After using all the film she hoisted me onto her shoulder and took me outside. She tied me to the electric gates on the enterance to the estate. Luckily, someone had parked a car there and I could'nt be seen very easily.

I spent 30 minutes struggeling and MPPHHHing away but it was no good. A car was heading for the estate but I could'nt hide anywhere. My friend was on the back seat. He got out to see me bound to the gate, which was slowly moving to the side to let in the car. He pulled off the tape which bound me to the gate and put me on the back seat.

Within 10 minutes we were in the back garden discussing what had happened. We plotted revenge. We were going in for my sister.

PLEASE POST OF YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE REVENGE!!!

Me and my freind were on the way into the house. My sister didn't know that I was untied, so more supprise for her then. We got the essentials, tape socks, water guns, so on.

My sister was on the internet (MSN) when we got her. My freind is 14 and we got her bound and gagged to the PC chair. Wh wheeled her into the back gerden and showed her our water guns. The hard way. She was splatted and soaked and tied up, just the way I like her. we put her in her room and left her there all day and all of sunday.

It was fun (not for my sister) for me and her freind. My freind slept over on the saturday, so we played PS2, and of course, tie up games.

"I'm kidnapping you guys"she said. We shrugged at eachother, better then having nothing to do. Cindy was forced to sit on her hands and not move while I was being tied. She tied my hands behind me palms facing, then sat me down and tied my ankles. "Comfy?"she asked patting my cheek. She didn't wait for a response, instead went over and bound Cindy the same way she did me. The grunts I heared from Cindy as she was being bound, well, I wish I had a tape recorder for it! I tested my bonds, we weren't going anywhere(Cindy had the same luck)

"I'll be right back"she said. We didn't move to untie our hands as we(well, at least me) found being tied like this enjoyable, and this was our first time and didn't cross our minds. She came back with a roll of tape. She ripped a strip off, placing it on my sister's face, then grabbing her nose and shaking it around a bit. Cindy gave a grunt from her gag. Then my mouth was taped shut however she didn't grab and wiggle my nose.

Instead, she gently got me off the couch and layed me on the floor. She had Cindy lay stretched out a bit, taking her socks and shoes off. Cindy knew what was happening and struggled the best she could but her bonds held. Beth sat on top of her and began tickling her feet. Cindy was laughing and screaming through her gag, however what would've echoed through the neighborhood was scarecly heared thanks to her gag. She didn this for what must've been close to an hour until she finally stopped. She put Cindy's socks back on but not her shoes, after all she probaly wouldn't be going anywhere it Beth had here way.

I expected her to do the same to me but she just gave me a smug little smile and went into the kitchen. I tested my bonds again which still held. Poor Cindy looked positively exhausted. Beth knew there were boundries so she came back in with a glass of water, but not before making Cindy promise not to scream or yell if she took the gag off. Cindy nodded with a "hm hm"The gagged was easily ripped off from the sweat that made it less sticky. Cindy's ankles were unbound and she was pulled to a sitting position as she gulped the water down. "Thanls"she said to Beth. Beth retied her ankles, regagged her and leaft her sitting while she focused her attention on me.

I was dragged into my parent's bedroom onto the bed. She straddled me and began scratching my chin a bit. No tickle attack or anything. She was giving me mercy and showing her best friend none. She leaft and a few moments later came back with Cindy, comepletely untied. "We'll free you, however you have to be a willing captive"said Cindy. I nodded, excited that this was going to be an every day thing. I was finally untied and nothing else happened until midnight between me and my sister Cindy!

More on that later when I get to it.

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While we was tied up we were talking and laughing at how funny and helpless we looked and actually had a good time, even if Randy lost his bet with his brother. Randy said he likes tying people up better than being tied and I told him I would let him tie me up cause I kind of liked it.
Boy, if he only knew how much. ha, ha.

Jon

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A while ago we had some friends over for a party and then the parents left and that left me with a good friend of mine and her little brother.(the sister is my age). Anyways the girl wanted to play truth or dare and so did her brother ( her brother is younger than us) and they dragged me into it.

A little whil in the game, I dared the girl to have her little brother to tape her up(i had some duct tape lying around the house). She was about to lose because she didn't do all her dares and used up all her chickens so she agreed and it was for five turns she had to be like that.

I got the tape and her little brother startedwith tying her arms behind her back and then Her legs. The girl is hot to she has short blond hair and cute dimples. Anyway je then also decided to gag her and he used a bandana my dod got me from Japan a while ago and cleave gagged her and then put some duct tape over it. Sh tried to protest but only mphh's came out.

I thought that was mean to add the gag so i tied him up the same as his sister and gagged by putting alot of duct tape over his mouth and I laughed at them and took some pictures and then untied them. They tried getting back at me but I was way to strong for them. It was fun and hope we could do it again ( I doubt it). the end.

It was a sleepover at Joe's place, where we planned to watch some scary movies for "Friday the 13th", (I forgot which month), I brought over the film "Creepshow", and everyone else brought some other films... funny thing is, mine was the only "in season" movie... Joe brought "Jack Frost", and thank GOD that we didn't watch it... we hadn't seen our movies yet, but still...

Anyway, Alice wasn't a really a big fan of horror films, so, obviously, she walked to the "Girls bedroom", and the rest of us watched the movie I brought ("Creepshow") and we were still a little scared by that... when Mary leaft to check on Alice, I had a brilliant flash of inspiration... this time, me and Joe worked together!

My plan was, tie-up one of the girls, keep them in the attic, while I was to hide in a small crate wearing an old, handmade costume which made me look like a monster. (the mask was made of rubber) I relied on Joe to tie-up one of them, while I waited in costume...

(second part coming soon, I don't want this to be too long)

I then heard some duct tape being pulled, and a small squeak, which made me realize it was Alice. I could tell she was being tied to something, but for the meantime, I imagined it was one of the supports.

Next Joe left to pick up Mary, I heard them both coming up. "She's right up here!", said Joe. "I still think we should wake up Zack first!", said Mary. (before we enacted the plan, I told them I went to bed.)

When Mary looked at Alice, she ran to untie her... and then, I popped out of the crate like that Cryptkeeper from "Tales from the crypt". Everyone else screamed for a brief second... (even Joe!) when they realized it was me, they started to laugh it off. When I looked at Alice, she was tied to a spare chair, similar to the ones in their kitchen.

Later that night, everyone started to accept my constant apoligies. I found out weeks later that Joe had taken 2 pictures that night. 1 was of Alice, when she was tied-up, and the second one was of me and Mary... not only had we fallen asleep next to each other, but our heads were leaning against each other's bodies.

While that wasn't much of a tie-up game, it was still an interesting prank, probably because we watched so many horror movies, and told so many ghost stories.

Before I get a head of my self let me tell you a little bit about each person Jessica (13) Heather (14) Tiffany (14) Kelsey (14) and Kate (13) we were all going into ninth grade and were best friends.

Well back to the story. I have never been really into bondage but I guess my friends have. Unknown to my knowledge they have already been planning bondage “fun”. They had ropes, 5 packs of duct tape, glue, real hand cuffs, socks, ball gags, bandanas and some more things that they used. So we were out in the woods alone.

We played until it got dark then we got a campfire going. I kind of started to drift asleep. When they all pounced on me. They flipped me up on my stomach and tied my hands behind my back then tied my ankles. When I started to yell at them they put the ball gag in my mouth and covered it with duct tape. They finished tying my legs so I couldn’t even move. Kate being the strong one picked me up and took me to a tree about a football field away from them. It was quite a dense forest so I couldn’t see the campsite. They had some glue and poured it all along my back and then tied me to the tree. Then they left. I started to muffle through my gag but nothing came out expect mmmmmmmmppppppppphhhhhhhhhh. Tiffany came back I was so relived she started to untie me but as soon as she undid my arms she put the real handcuffs on and I started to mmpppphhhh through my gag again. She put the rope back on so my arms were pined down and cuffed. I was then again tied to the tree but then she blindfolded me with a sock.

They left me like that all night then in the morning they took me inside the house (although it was hard because the glue hardened) then tied me to the chair and undid my ball gag so I could eat and drink. I was quite mad at them for doing this to me so when I started yelling at them after I was done eating the sock that originally blindfolded me was stuffed into my mouth and covered with duct tape about 5 times around my head. Once they were done eating Heather undid me from the chair and undid my arms so I just had the handcuffs. Kate carried me to a different tree and put me up higher. And took off my handcuffs and put my arms around the tree and put the handcuffs back on then again left me like that for 6 hours!!

When they came back they said, “ I guess you have been though enough so we will untie you” I was so glad but when they went to undo my handcuffs they couldn’t find the key!! I was getting a little scared because these are the real things the only way to get them off is with the key and I still had 1 whole day left until my mom got home. Kelsey came back with a bobby pin to hopefully pick the lock but she had no luck. Jessica also came back a little later with the bolt cutters and she finally got them off I was really happy. That day we played a lot and had great fun they was no hard feelings between my friends and I. When my mom came home no told her about our bondage fun.

Thank You this is only one of my stories if you want to hear more just ask me.

I have enjoyed reading this site for three years now, and I will continue to read this site until the day it folds. I also will continue to post comments and give my opinion and feedback on stories I like. But when it comes to me sitting down at this keyboard and writing a story that will be posted here, well that's just not going to happen.

I respect canuck and all the people here, and ask that you all continue with the fine work that I have seen on here the last few days. it is wonderful that this page has been shaken up again, and this time in a good way. While this page has my respect it no longer has my time.

I have been on a rocky road with detractors here sine my first story last year. The name calling, the attacks, and the personal insults really never bothered me so don't think that has anything to do with my choice to no longer be an author here. I am not saying that you have read the last story from J-Mac, I am just saying he is going on a hiatus that could be a little long then expected.

I want to thank all of you who liked and enjoyed my stories over the pass year. I want to thank you for the E-mails and request for more stories. I wish I could tell you when you will get another one but I cant. However in recent months the returns of Kidnap Boy, and Nicholas H have really helped this page out, so I am leaving you in good hands. These stories I have been reading over the last few days are really good, keep up the good work!

On a personal note, Mr. E I think me and you have similar styles in story telling so I am leaving it up to you to continue with the great stories. I have really enjoyed your work, and hope to read more soon.

Anyway,
This is an older story, Jane and I had to be about 9 or 10. FYI: Jane was my mom's friend's daughter. She was always a nice looking girl, she was skinny had brown hair, blue eyes, your definition of "the girl next door". Anyway, she was at my house this time. We were in my incredibly large basement, while our moms were upstairs talking. In my basment was a crawlspace, a BIG crawlspace.It was scary looking. It was this small, dirty dark tunnel like space.
We kept decorations and old stuff that in there that we didn't use anymore.So Jane and I would pretend there was a monster in there or something, so we would take toy guns and pretend to look for it. Before we went in the crawlspace Jane told me to pretend that we'll see the monster and she faints and the monster captures her. I knew this was leading somewhere good, so I agreed. So we went into the crawlspace, cut to the good part, we scream in "terror" shoot our fake guns and Jane "Faints". I run out of the crawl space while the "monster" captures her. So, I'm standing outside the rawlspace when jane comes out. "I thought the monster got you?" I asked.
" It did," she replied. " But now you have to save me, you got any tape?"
"For what?" I said like a dope.
"To tie me up" she said. (Ah, there are those magic words) So I got this cheap roll of masking tape.
"This will do." she said as she walked over to a tall pole in my basement. "Now this will be the monster's secret cave, and I'll be tied to this pole." So she stood with her back to the pole and put her hands behind it. I started to wrap to tape around her hands, then I wrapped the tape around the pole and her chest so she was strapped to it.
"I want it to look real" I said as I tied her. I finished by wrapping her ankles with the tape.
"Is that good?" I asked.
"Put tape over my mouth ." she replied.
So I ripped of a strip and spread it over her mouth. She then struggled and tried to talk.
"MMooff!" she groaned as she squirmed in her bonds. It sounded like she was saying the word "off" and She was gesturing to take of her gag. So I did.
"Ouch!" she cried as I ripped it off her mouth.
"You understood what I said?" she continued.
"Yes" I replied.
"But I want to able able not to talk. Do you have a towel?" she asked.
I came back with a roll of paper towels.
She opened her mouth as I tightly packed towel by towel into her mouth. I then tore off a big piece of tape and gagged her once more.
"You ok?" I said.
She nodded yes. She again started to squirm in her bonds and try to talk, but this time I couldn't understand her.
"Your in the monster's cave, and I'm coming to save you, ok?" I said. she nodded. I turned off all the lights and walked upstairs from the basement to the hall and closed the basement door. I soaked up a few moments of me being the big strapping hero to save a bound and gagged helpless girl in a "cave". I figured it would be the only time I could do it, but it wasn't, but thats another story.She made scared moans through her tape gag from the basement that echoed into my kitchen where my mom was sitting.
"What are you guys doing?" my mom asked.
"Aaaa..Playing." I replied.
I took out my toy gun, a flashlight, and slowly opened the door to the dark basement and shut it behind me. I slowly walked down my stairs pretended not to expect anything. Jane moaned again.
"Jane?" I shouted in my hero voice(which is a cross between superman and john wayne on acid)
A few moments later I encountered the "monster" and shot it dead. I turned on the lights and there was Jane, helplessly bound and gagged to a pole, squirming like crazy. Just like I left her, I mean the monster left her. I ran over to her. Her eyes told so much emotion, like she'd just been through hell.(yea, she's a great actor) I untied her hands and ripped off her gag as she spit out the towel stuffed in her mouth. She hugged me.
"My hero" she said.
I went to take the tape off her ankles when she started to scream. It seems that the tape around her ankles worked really really well.
"It hurts too much to take off." she said.
I boosted her up to the basement sink as she soaked her bound feet and ankles into warm water. It took a lot time warm water, and jane's screams to get the tape off but it did. "I should've kept you gagged" I joked. She smiled back. bondage hurts.

My Next story I have to share
is my favorite, its odd, fun, and one of the best days of my life,I'll call it, "My First Kiss"
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When she soaked her bound feet upstairs, was she soaking them with her shoes and socks still on from being tied?

Anyway, I'd love to hear your other stories - especially your most diverse ones. Your first kiss? (You already got your first hug from her :) Your first blindfolding, or you playing the villain - how about those?

Well, tell at your own pace. I just want you to know your stories are very appreciated!

Anyways,

This happened a few years ago. I was 17 years old. My cousin, Jennifer, was having a 17th birthday party and invited A LOT of her school and neighborhood friends. What was cool about her b-day was that it was a few days before halloween, so she would have a halloween/b-day party where we could dress up and stuff.(It was a very nice day, so Jennifer's house was empty, and the party was mostly held in the backyard on the patio) She had a huge amount of kids there, like 5 guys and like 11 girls, Not to mention relatives. Besides Jennifer, my relatives and 1 of her friends I didn't know anyone else. And I'm not good at the whole "talking thing", I was shy. So being the shy, nerdy,comic geek I am, I went to the party as Spider-man . I figured I could be more crazy and funny, if nobody knew who I was thanks to my spidey mask. But right off the bat Jennifer knew who i was because she knew I was obsessed with spider-man and it was a dead giveaway when my mom and I walked in her house, but I told her to keep it a secret, and she agreed. So the whole day I would do random things like interupt conversations to pose, and do cartwheels and stuff. People just laughed, and asked who I was, and I replied "I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-man!". Which if I took off my mask they wouldn't know who I was anyway. I few hours later I was sat down to take a rest from being an annoying person in red and blue jumpsuit. It wasn't long after one of Jennifer's friends came walking towards me. I actually knew her. I hung out with her previous times because I knew her brother, but I have't seen her for over a year. Her name was Cindy, she was about 16, she was a real tom boy the last time I see her, but she changed. She was really hot, picture the actress Elisha Cuthbert, but with brown hair.She also had on this really cute witch costume. She would usually get picked on here and there because she was a year younger. Everybody knew she had a little crush on me, which I believed because I thought she did too. She would get nervous around me, ask a lot of questions, hold my hand anytime she could, and would always grab me instead of her brother if she was scared(even though I was like 5'6 and a twig, and her brother was like 6'2 and a burly guy). Anyway, she sat next to me and tried to look through the holes in my mask.
"I know who you are." she said
I brought her to a secluded area and took off my mask, I figured I'd show her, she was a nice girl.
"I knew it!" she said. I put my mask back and told her not to tell anyone, and she agreed. So we spent the next few minutes talking about old times and stuff. After we sang Happy B-day to Jennifer, I told her that Cindy knows who I am but still don't tell anyone else.Jennifer smirked, almost looking suspicious.ABout an hour later Jennifer started to film anyone and anything with her video camera. As I was sitting and talking with some relatives outside I seen all the kids, boys girls everyone, all in a pack carrying Cindy above their heads like some crazy satanic ritual.And of course Jennifer was right behind them filming it all.Cindy was Laughing and screaming at the same time as the pack of teens carried her into the house. I laughed to myself and got back to my conversation. A few minutes later I was going to see where Jennifer and all her friends were since none of them came out of the house since they brought in Cindy.Suddenly Jennifer's mom came out of the house and walked up to me handing me a wrinkled piece of paper.
"Here Spider-man, Jen wanted you to have this, Watch out I think they're gonna pull a trick on you." she said.
The paper simply read, "Spider-man: We have Mary Jane, go to the basement!" (FYI: Mary jane is spider-man's girlfriend in the comics) I slowly entered the house and opened the door to the basement. As soon as the door creaked I heard giggles. I slowly walked down the stairs and heard a muffled groan. I turned to the left and I seen Jennifer wave to me as she filmed with her camera and next to her was Cindy Duct taped to an old wooden chair. And man was she tied up. The duct tape had to be wrapped around her cheast and the chair at least 10 times, her hands were also taped to the arms of the chair,her ankles were taped to the legs of the chair,and there was a big strip of duct tape on her mouth, ear to ear, gagging her. She squirmed around but she was really tied tight. "This got a whole lot more interesting" I thought.
"Get Him!" Jennifer screamed.
Suddenly one of her friends grabbed me in a bear hug from behind, I quickly broke his grip. It was then I knew that this was more playful than real, they were just joking around, because if it was real I could've never broke that guys grip. I was obviously outnumbered and a few seconds later everyone dog piled on me as I heard Cindy's gagged moans on the background. Then Jennifer took off my mask and everyone got off me.
I slowly stood up. "Well, now that you removed my mask do any of you know who i am?"
Everyone Laughed and said no. It's was pretty funny. They gave me my mask back and went upstairs. Jen patted me on the shoulder.
"I got it all on tape, you could see it later if you want." she said
"Sure" I said.
"Speaking of tape, you can leave her down here if you want." Jen joked.
Cindy mmmphed and squirmed as soon as she heard that.
"It's ok" i said."I'll untie her,I am Spider-man right?"
She smiled and walked up stairs. I put my mask back on, why? I don't know i just did.
I turned to Cindy as she looked at me innocently.
"I like this look on you." I joked.
I ripped her gag off, "I like your sarcasm" she replied.
"I wasn't being sarcastic" I said as I put her gag back on.
I got a scissor from the drawer and spent at least 20 minutes cutting through the duct tape. I then removed her gag again and helped her up. It was quiet for a few moments, kind of awkward. I went to walk her upstairs back to the party when she grabbed my hand and told me to hold on. She rolled up my mask half way and kissed me. And I'm not talking about a peck on the cheek, we're talking long and hard. After that we just looked at each other and went back to the party. I couldn't believe it! I never thought I would be kissed in this kind of predicament. I couldn't be any happier. And me ,being a comic book nerd, this was the best way to be kissed,in a spider-man costumed by the girl you "saved". A total dream come true.

Did anything happen after the kiss did you get into a relationship with Jen. I'm not asking for detailes just curious.

P.S. Have you ever been tied up?

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Nice stories, keep it up...

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some reason i laughed my ass off reading that

Shortie-
That would've been cool if I hung upside down to kiss her, but my story happened a few years before the movie came out, so when I seen the scene in the movie I'm like, "Yea I did that." but no one believed me. hehehe, glad you enjoyed my story.

Edward-
Just to correct what you said, it's Cindy who was tied up and kissed me, not Jen. But I understand the mistake, I'm not clear when I write sometimes. And as far as a relationship with Cindy, we just stayed good friends, I guess the kiss was one of those spur of the moment type things. And Have I ever been tied up? Honestly, no. My friend tried to once as a joke, but I overpowered him.I always seen myself as the kidnapper not the kidnappee, I guess. Don't know why, but I never thought of myself as the person in distress, but the person who brings distress.

Write Again,

Your stories are great and I love them. Between you and the other authors here recently, this site is experiencing a new renaissance! :)

Keep it up, everyone!

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It was a rainy summer day in Washington. My friend John lived right on the edge of the forest so we would often go there to play.

This day however was different. His little brother was there, along with his two friends Rick, Jane, and Dana. We decided to play capture the flag together, and it was fun for a little while... then, I convinced us all to tie up the girls. Everyone thought it was fun so we went inside to get rope and duct tape.

The girls still thinking we were playing capture the flag were hiding waiting to tag someone. We had lots of rope and black duct tape... and we decided to go for Dana first.

Dana was 15... slender blonde, and was quite cute. She was wearing, tight blue jeans, black knee high boots, a black t-shirt, and a denim jacket. I grabbed her and handgagged her. She was mmmphing but Jane was far off somewhere. I tied her with the best of my ability... cinching her wrists, ubove and below her breasts, looping around her neck, her booted ankles, ubove and below her knee caps, and uppber thighs.( Cinching everything)... I even made a crotch rope that was quite tight! when asked what it was for I lied and said that it was harder for her to escape. To finish it off I shoved a sock in her mouth and smoothed a piece of duct tape over her mouth... She was mmmphing and struggling a lot... but couldent get free. We made a leesh using the soft cotton rope we had and tied it from her neck to a tree.

Jane was wearing dark blue jeans, and a tight black turtleneck... jane was a brunett. We tied her exactly the same as Dana... and she even made some pleasent noise when I gave her a special tight crotchrope.

We then brought her over to Dana, and we decided to tie them together back to back, and blindfold them. We went inside and got a video camera, and a digital camera. We were absolutly silent and I got to watch them struggle and try to get free for about an hour. I could even tell Jane was enjoying her self looking at her nipples.

I then untied them before everyone went home.... Jane and Dana came over to me and told me that it was exciting.... and that they wanted to come over and have me tie them up again.

... but thats a different story.

I went back into the living room, and she was sitting there excitedly, and i said to her,"since this is thefirst time i've tied you up, lets make it more interesting and go outside."

So i told her to stand up and i held her wrists behind her back and lead her out the back door. Down at the bottom of my garden there are a few trees, i took her to one of these and pushed her back so it was straight up to the tree. I picked up a length of rope i had brought out and crossed her wrists in front of her.i tied the rope first horizontaly around her wrists and then vertically.

I left her hands there and bent down to tie her ankles. I tied a piece of rope around them three times and then tied it around the tree. Then i tied another piece just above her knees and did the same as i did with her ankles.

I then took a longer piece of rope and tied it around her stomach and around the tree. Then i tied a length of rope just below her breasts, around the tree, and then above her breasts, i did this a few time so that she could not move any part of her body away from the tree.

I then took her arms which i had previously tied and placed them above her head and tied her wrists to the tree, so that her arms weren'y straight, but bent above her head.

I took a bit of cloth that i had brought out and pushed it gently into her mouth, then i took the scarf and tied it around her mouth so that she couldn't push the bit of cloth out.

I stood back to admire my work and said to her, "so how's that," but she could only make a muffled sound through the gag.

I left her there struggling against her bonds for about half an hour, i played a bit of football and had a bite to eat. I went back to her and took of her gag, "so how was that?" i asked

"it gets really tiring trying to get out after a while," and i undid the bonds around her wrists, ankles, knees and body.

"so did you like it," i asked

"yeah it was great, i'd love to do it again, bt my mom will be round soon. So we went back in and her mom came after about ten minutes. When she had left, i decided that next time she came round, i would catch her by surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was shockingly awaken by the sound of a door slam downstairs. At first, I didnt know where I was, but then realized what I had done. It had to be my aunt. Sure enough, I heard her call my name. Then to my horror, I heard two other female voices. She was home early with Janice and Leslie.

I freaked and started to struggle toward the key. It was too late. Why had I tied myself to a chair?

The door opened and there they stood. Their laughter was deafening. I was SO embarrassed. "Oh my God" screamed Leslie. "Is that your nephew?"

Aunt Karen smiled.

"Yes, and I have suspected this for a while. I always notice when he stays with me how my clothes are out of place. But I never knew about the tying up part."

With that my aunt walked over to me. I was ready to be untied, but she grabbed a stray piece of rope from the floor and tied my hands even tighter. She the kissed me on my tape gag.

"Girls, lets have some fun with him!" she exclaimed. The two friends smiled and nodded in agreement.

Jon

In my room I was still bored and thought I would tie myself up since I didn't have anyone else to play with. So I got my batch of ropes and sat up on my bed and began by tying my ankles together. I went around and in between them and tied them off with a couple of knots. Then did the same at my knees, above and below them. Looked pretty good and felt snug enough. With one of my long ropes I went around my chest and arms just above my elbows, then in between my arms and torso on both sides. That kept the rope from slipping down and I couldn't move my arms much.

I was about to fix my hands when my Mom walked by my door and stopped to see what I was doing. "Well that ought to keep you busy and out of mischief for awhile" was all she said. Mom knows that I like to play games like this and has seem me and my friends chaseing and tying each other up many times. And tying myself up before too. She's even untied me a few times if I got stuck.

I just held out the piece of rope I was holding and ask her if she would tie my hands for me to make it real and more fun for me, to see if I could get loose.
She said "Oh,ok but if you can't, you will have to wait until my soaps are over before I let you go."
I knew there was two soap opras she watched everyday that lasted an hour each. So I said "Sure, that would be fine with me, I'll be ok." Of course I figured I would be able to free myself easy.
First, I want you to know that my Mom is really cool and would never do anything to hurt me, ok? She has never spanked me that I can remember and hardly ever yells at me even. I didn't want you to think I was being child abused or something.ok? My Mom's great.
Anyway, I rolled over on my stomach and she started tying my wrists which I had crossed behind my back. She went in between too, and tied a knot on top out of reach, which surprised me. There was about a foot of rope left over and she took that end and tied it off to the ropes above going around my chest. I knew then I wouldn't be able to untie myself and was really helpless. It felt teriffic.

Mom came back to check on me several times when a commercial came on, but I wasn't making any progross at all in getting any of the ropes loose. I really struggled and rolled all over my bed trying to get out but couldn't. I was stuck. And enjoying myself. I was pretending I was kidnapped. And that the bad guys was waiting for their ransom.

Finally Mom's programs ended and she came in to untie me and laughed at me for not being able to do it myself. She even said she enjoyed the peace and quiet.
I really had fun too and was actually sorry when I was being untied and wished I could have stayed like that longer. But I didn't want to press my luck. Mom already thinks I am getting too interested in this sort of stuff.

If she only knew how many times I've done this. lol

Jon

jonj1993@yahoo.com

i had been into playing tie up games for a while and had gotten pretty good at it. but i had never gotten the chance to really tie someone up, any of my past experiences had just been little 5 minute things, and always just messing around.

so anyway my parents were going out for the night and they were leaving an overnight babysitter in charge of me. her name was melissa. she was about 20 years old, about 5'7", blond hair a little past her shoulders, tan, and nicely curved. on this night she was wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt, with a light blue over shirt, and white shoes.

after my parents left she kicked off her shoes and we sat on the couch watching tv for a while. i got fairly bored after a while and i had already thought ahead that tonight might be a good night to really tie someone up. i got up off the couch and went to my room, where i kept several strands of rope. i put all my rope in a bag, and then went to the bathroom, where i removed all of the robe rope things ad put them in the bag as well.

i re-entered the tv room and plopped the bag on the ground.

"hey melissa?" i said in my cutest voice.
"yeah?" she said glancing over from the tv.
"i've been trying to learn how to tie knots, can i practice on you while you watch tv?"
"sure i suppose so. just don't block the tv" she said with a smile.

i reached into my bag and fetched one of the robe ropes. i climed on the couch around behind her and asked her to put her arms behind her back. she did, and kept her eyes on the tv.

i crossed her wrists and started tying them with the rope. i looped it around her wrists one or two times, then in between her wrists, cinching it off.

"not too tight." she said lightly, without looking back.

i was getting excited at this point, i knew that she wouldn't be able to escape when i was done.

i got another robe rope out of my back and asked her to put her feet together. she once again complide without taking her eyes off the tv. i crossed her ankles and tied them the same way i had tied her hands.

at this point i knew it would take her some work to even get out of what i had already put her in.

without a word, i fetched a peice of white rope from my bag and tied her knees together. after securing it, i got another and rapped it around her torso, above and below her brests, pinning her arms to her back.

at this point she looked down at herself a bit and commented "you're really tying me up aren't you"
i didn't respond and she turned her attention back to the tv.

now i knew that she was completely mine, but it wouldn't be any fun if she didn't try to escape. i had to get her attention on her bonds. i ran to the closet and got two long scarves.

i re-entered the tv room to seemy victim still sitting on the couch, completely bound and still un-aware just how helpless she was.

i climbed on the couch behind her and got out the scarves. i quickly put one over her mouth and tied it behind her head. at this, she mmmmphed in suprise and tried to turn around to see me. without hesitation i pulled the other scarf over her eyes and tied it behind her head, creating a nice blindfold.

now her attention was off of the tv. she yelled into her gag and squirmed arounda bit. i hopped off of the couch and then she stopped. i could see she was just now realizing that letting me tie her up probably wasn't a good idea. she slowly tested her bonds, pulling at the ropes on her wrists and moving her ankles back and fourth.
she whined into her gag in dismay as she realized there was no way she could escape.

she continued to struggle and mmph into her gag, trying to shake the blindfold off. at this point i was quite happy with myself and i decided to take it a step further. i got out a long length of rope and tipped her onto her stomach. she mmphed and squirmed, but she had no balance or leverage at all. i tied one end of the long rope to the rope binding her crossed feet, and then pulled the other end uptowards her haands, forcing her knees to bend. i tied the other end to her hands, forcing her into a tight hog-tie.

now she was really struggling, even though she was now more helpless than she had been before. jsut for fun i removed her white socks to make it a prettier scene.

i now had my barefoot babysitter hog-tied, gagged, and blindfolded on my couch, struggling to free herself. it was a dream come true.

i got my disposable camera and took a few pictures, though i don't think she noticed, as she was too busy mmphing and struggling to hear the click.

i then proceeded to have a bit more fun by tickling her feet a little. i discovered she was very ticklish as she screamed into her gag and struggled like crazy.

i scooted her over on the couch and sat down to watch tv, though i mostly watched her squirm.

after about 3 hours it was way past my bedtime so i figured i should untie her before i was in huge trouble.

i untied the hogtie first, then her knees, then her feet, then the torso rope, and then her hands. she ripped off her blindfold and before she tore off her gag to yell at me i put on the most innocent face i could muster up and said "thanks for helping!"

she tore off her gag and breathed heavily. i put on the biggest smile i could and said i should probably go brush my teeth.

she nodded and looked up at me. "not so tight next time" she said.

"ok!" and smiled and ran off to get ready for bed. i was up all night re-living the experience and congradulating myself for actualy getting away with it. and i cherished the pictures for years to come.

that's my story, feel free to comment or ask questions.

Robert had walked into the house. I heard his mom's car pull out of the driveway, and then footsteps walking around in the mud room. He entered the kitchen, and the two kids that were in the family room tickling me ran to go greet him.

"Wheres (I'll call myself Jack) Jack?" He asked.

"Oh, he's in the family room." I could hear them reply.

I heard as Robert walked into the family room and saw me hog tied and gagged, working hard to escape from the bonds.

"What did you do to hi AAAAHHHHH" Robert said as all four of the kids trampled him to the ground.

The two younger kids had come back intot he room and helped the older two take Robert down. They had gone to get duct tape and more rope. They tied him the exact way they tied me; hands behind his back in an X shape, feet tied in an X shape, and his feet were brought up to his feet because it was one long rope. (He was wearing a green shirt with his school logo on it, khaki shorts, and Hanes socks.)

"Guys, let me MMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHH" He was trying to say when the oldest child shoved a sock in his mouth, and wrapped the duct tape around his head.

They then pulled him over by me, and the four of them started ticking us, starting from our sides and working their ways over to our feet. After about 20 minutes of non stop tickling, they stopped and left the room.

While they were gone, I looked over at Robert and saw that his face was bright red, and he was gasping for air. I tried wiggling loose, but to no success. I guessed that all that tying up of the kids (some other stories to come), had really taught them how to tie people up well.

After 10 or so minutes, the four kids came back into the family room.

"Since you guys have been such bad babysitters" they began, trying to hold back their giggles, "we're going to do something you probably wouldn't like..."

The two youngest children took out cameras and started taking numerous pictures of Robert and me, while the two oldest walked towards us with a devilish look on their faces...

To Be Continued...

my parents were going out to dinner and a late movie, they weren't going to be home until around 11. my babysitter, elisha, was instructed to feed me dinner and have me in bed no later than 10.

elisha arrived around 6. she was about 16 years old, pretty tan, long brown hair with some slight highlights, pretty hazel eyes, about 5'6". she was wearing a black tank top, dark blue jeans, and flip flops.

after dinner we sat on the living room floor to think of something to do. it was about 7, so i still had 3 hours before bed...4 hours if the plan i was begining to form worked. elisha suggested a board game but i said i wasn't in the mood. i said

"let's play a round of cards and the winner will decide what we do"

she agreed and we got out the cards. we played a round of blackjack and i came out the winner.

"guess you get to decide what we do then" she said.

i ran to my room and returned with a couple strands of rope. (but not all of the rope i had)
i told her that we would take turns tying eachother's hands, and time the other to see how long it took them to escape. i made it sound as harmless as possible.

with some hesitation she agreed, seeing that i only had a few strands of rope, she figured she could easily untie her hands.

i gave her the privelage of going first and held out my hands for her. she tied them together loosly and i was out within 15 seconds.

"my turn!" i said excitedly.

she held out her hands for me to tie but i walked into the kitchen. she followed. i pulled up a chair and asked her to sit in it, which she did with some puzzlement on her face.

i pulled one of her arms down to the bar on the side of the chair back and began to wind rope around it.

"wait, you're tying me to the chair?" she said somewhat nervously. "i'm not sure i like this."

"but you already got your turn!" i said indignantly. "i have to get one"

she reluctantly agreed and i continued to bind her right hand to the bar. after securing it i moved to her left. as i tied it she began testing the bonds on her right. i could see the discomfort and worry in her face. i secured her left and she struggled a bit.

"i don't think i'll be able to get out of this" she said shakily.

"just try" i said with a smile.

i watched her struggle for about 1 minute before i casualy walked around behind her. i pulled a scarf out of my pocket, which i had hidden there in case my plan came this far. elisha tried to look behind her and asked "what are you doing?"

without responding i put the scarf over her mouth and pulled it between her teeth, tying it behind her head and creating a suprisinly effective cleave gag.

she mmphed into it immidietly and yelled at me to untie her. i could understand what she was saying thtough the gag, but i pretended i couldn't.

i skipped off to my room and returned with all of my rope. her eyes widened at the site and she started struggling to free her arms franticaly, still screaming at me through the gag to untie her.

i got out a strand of rope and bent down by her legs, she started kicking and screaming, trying to stop my from tying her further. in all the kicking her flip flops flew off of her feet and landed somewhere in the family room. i was finally able to pull her feet together and cross them. i quickyl bound them together with rope and tightened the knot securely.

i then tied her knees together, and rapped some rope around her torso pinning her to the back of the chair,

she was still kicking her feet out, despite the fact that they were bound together. i looped another strand of rope around them and pulled the other end below the chair, behind it, and secured it to one of the bars on the back of the chair, forcing her knees to bend a little, and keeping her feet slightly under the chair and unable to move forward at all.

i saw that she was begining to loosen her wrist bonds, i had tied them rather lightly so that she wouldn't protest. i rapped more rope around them now to ensure her capture. she was completely mine.

she was begining to sweat and breath heavily from all the struggling and screaming. she looked at me and yelled through her gag.

"mmmmmmph! mun-phi mme phite mmmow!" (un-tie me right now).

i pretended not to realize that she was very distressed and ran off to get another scarf, which i used to blindfold her.

i looked at the clock. 7:30. i now had 3 and a half hours before my parents would be home, which meant that elisah would be bound and gagged and blindfolded for about 3 hours and 15 minutes.

i dragged her chair into the tv room and flipped on the tv. i then sat back and watched her struggle and continue to mmmph. she looked extremely attractive. i had my tan, 16 year old, sweating, barefoot babysitter completely helpless.

after about an hour she was still struggling to free herself. i had to hand it to that girl she didn't give up. however her bonds still showed no sign of letting up.

growing bored with just watching i layed down on my stomach behind the chair, facing the soles of her helpless tanned feet.

i reached out my hand and began to tickle the soles of her feet mercilessly. she screamed into her gag and started strugling and kicking franticaly. unfortunetly for her, she could not move her feet in any direction, nor any other part of her body. she was forced to sit there and endure the torture. i tickled her feet for a full 5 minutes, before moving up to her sides.

by the time i was done her face was soaked with sweat and tears. strands of her brown hair were sticking to her cheeks and forhead. i pulled her hair back out of her face for her and she seemed to relax a bit, still pulling lightly at her bonds.

it was now 9 o'clock. i wondered if i could keep myself occupied with this for another 2 hours. i sat back down on the couch and watched her. she had stopped struggling, but still mmphed lightly and tried to move her body around a bit.

i knew that this game had gone farther than my last one had. the innocent bit wouldn't work this time. so i decided to use that to my advantage.

i removed her blindfold and she blinked a bit and looked up at me. she mmphed loudly and looked at her bonds, then back at me, indicating that she wanted to be untied.

"if i let you go now, do you promise we can play again the next time you babysit?"

she scowled and shook her head no.

"fine." i said, and put the blindfold back on. "there's still 2 hours before my parents get home."

she screamed and shook her head. i removed the blindfold again and she looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"promise we can play again and i'll let you go now and go to bed early."

she looked very annoyed about it, but nodded her head yes. i untied her knees first, then torso rope, then feet, and finally hands. she removed her gag and looked at me with irritation.

"fine, but the next time we play you're not allowed to tickle me, blindfold me, and your definetely not allowed to keep me tied up for that long." she said.

"alrighty" i said. and i gathered my ropes and went to bed. i was getting good at this.

that's story number 2, feel free to ask questions.

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Just because someone is dressed to the "t" in leather does not mean that they're into bondage.

And of course it is never wise to pick someone up and bring them to your place if you don't know them. The consequences can be horrendous if you get the wrong kind of person.

Roper1

She may have to simmer
and watch things get grimmer
till night makes things dimmer
then hope for a shimmer
that turns to a glimmer
that shows a hedge trimmer
the bound and gagged swimmer
who'd like to be primmer
but can't get the rimmer
because she's not slimmer.

Please don't get mad at me for writing this. I just wanted to give a humorous answer. I'm not trying to be rude.

The hanky code is currently a failed project due to the fact that there is no standard.

Anyway, why I'm posting is simple. I'm requesting that for all stories, could you write "m/f" (guy(s) tying girl(s)), "f/m" (girl(s) tying guy(s)), "m/m" (guy(s) tying guy(s)or "f/f" (girl(s) tying girl(s))? Why I'm requesting this is most of us are more prone to reading one type of story and are somewhat disgusted at other types. I don't mean disgusted as in OMG THIS STORY SUCKS, cause I'm sure they're good too. All I mean is I'm a straight male, meaning I either prefer f/f or m/f stories. There's nothing I hate more then... enjoying myself after reading the first bit of a story - only to find out that it's a GUY getting tied *shudders*.

I'm sorry if I'm asking much, but it's not exactly going to waste too much of your time to do that at the top. It just makes it a lot easier for those like me (I'm sure there's a lot of girls here too who prefer f/m or m/m stories) who only like reading specific kinds.

Thanks, guys!

- Tim

Other person who commented before me - True, very true. Listing that'd be nice...

I forgot to mention earlier, a lot of the stories are very good. I especially enjoyed Constantine's stories as well as "that one guy"'s.

Finally, I'm gonna have to agree with some of the other people. If you writers want better "criquing" from your fellow peers (posters of this site), then start using better English! Remember, the rules of grammar, and punctuation can be your friends.

this babysitter, amanda, was pretty short. about 5'2" tops. she had dirty blond hair, and was fairly tanned. she was about 15 or 16 years old. on this night she was wearing a white tank top, baggy blue jeans, and converse shoes.

amanda arrived around 7, and would be babysitting till about 10. i didn't have too much time to work with. i decided to take a very immediate approach. no less than 5 minutes after my parents were gone i asked

"can we play cops and robbers?" i said this with the most eager and excited look i could muster up. no decent babysitter could have said no.

"sure" she said with a smile. "how do you play?"

"well i'll be robbing the place, and you be the cop who comes in to investigate."

"alright then." she said

"go to the kitchen and count to 100, then come out to investigate the house" i said excitedly.

as soon as she was in the kitchen i dashed off to my room to gather my supplies. i got a bag full of plenty of rope, and went to hide behind the couch, but first i turned out all the lights.

after about a minute she came out of the kitchen and began looking around. the sun was begining to go down, so the place was fairly dark. still see-able though. i waited for her to investigate down the hallway, and i creeped down after her. i had a decent sized strand of rope ready in my pocket.

i crept up behind her and cupped my hand over her mouth.

"don't move copper" i said in my most sinsiter villain voice.

"mmph!" she squeeked, but didn't struggle hard. she was playing along.

i led her back to the living room and sat her in a chair. i pulled her arms behind her and corssed her wrists. i immidietely began to wind the rope rom my pocket around them.

"the police station will be calling to check up on me, you'll never get away with this!" she said. she was still playing along and showing no protest to me binding her hands. this was going to be easy.

"shut up lady" i said in my gruff voice. i cinched off the knot and retrieved my bag, pulling out more supplies. amanda tugged at her bonds a bit.

"you can't do this! i'm an officer of the law!"

i ignored her and moved towards her legs. her feet dangled a few inches above the ground. (she was very short) i pulled them together and tightly bound them with rope.

amanda continued to squirm a bit, but she hadn't really tested her bonds yet. i proceeded to bind her knees together and then rap more rope around her torso.

"that'll show you, copper" i said in victory.

"you'd better let me go!" she said in her still confident police voice.

"i'm getting tired of your babeling." i said. i reached into my bag and pulled out my newest product, a roll of silver duct tape. amanda's eyes widened as i ripped off a piece.

"wai-mppph!" her protest was quickly silenced with a strip of the shiny tape. i ripped off a few more strips and spread them accross her lips and cheeks, completely silencing her new found complaints.

now she started to struggle a bit. i picked up a scarf out of my bag to blindfold her but first stood there for a moment, watching the panic come to her eyes. i was really begining to question the intelligence of babysitters. how was it posible that i could pull this off so easily? every time, i had become the one in charge.

i shrugged and proceeded to blindfold her. now she was really begining to struggle hard, realizing that she was in a bad situation. i mmmphed into her gag and squirmed around in her bonds.

"now you wait right there. i'm gonna loot the place." i exited the room, but stayed in the hallway, watching her struggle in her bonds. after about 5 minutes she seemed to relax a bit. i suppose she figured that she would be released when i had finished my little game. i decided to give her a few minutes of that relaxation for some rest, since she would no doubt be doing quite a bit of struggling in a little while.

i went to my room and stuffed some fake coins and monopoly money in my bag, just to make it look like i had actualy been playing the game.

i then returned to my victim and stood over her.

"there's hardly anything in this house! i'll just have to take anything that will sell. i think i've gotten about everything...hey, these might pull in a couple bucks!"

i bent down and began un-tying her shoes. i didn't really realize that yet, and she sat in her seat quitely and patiently. i then removed her sneakers and she mmphed into her gag in puzzlement.

"yeah i could probably sell these" i said, tossing the shoes into my bag. "hell i suppose i'll take these too." i removed her white socks and chucked them in with my other prizes.

she struggled a bit harder and mmphed softly into her gag, but still waited patiently to be released. it was about 7:30. i had made good time. still 2 and half hours.

i stood there for a minute, staring at my victim, pondering my next move. i decided that babysitters were amazingly easy to get tied up, and i would make it a personal goal to tie up every single one i ever had.

amanda mmphed a bit, and struggled, knowing i was still stnading there.

"don't think you're getting off that easily missy. you're my prisinor." i said evily.

"mmmmph!" she whined in protest and struggled harder.

"now i'll have none of that acting up!" i said. "you'll have to be taught a lesson, won't you?"

i knelt down and hitched her bound feet up under my right arm, and then proceeded to tickle her soles with my left hand. she screamed into her gag and started flailing around, trying to escape my clutches.

i had yet to come across a babysitter who wasn't amazingly ticklish. it's like they were specificaly made to be gullible, easy to capture, and easy to have fun with.

i tickled her for a full 5 minutes, and finally stopped. she was breathing heavily and she pulled her feet down under her chair, as far away from me as possible.

i sat on the couch and watched her for a while. she was pretty cute. i think by this time i was about 11 years old, and had really started noticing girls. i also knew that i wouldn't be getting babysitters for much longer, so i had to take full advantage of the year or 2 i had left.

i looked at the clock. 8'clock. still 2 hours left. i liked amanda. she was pretty nice, and had been very willing to play cops and robbers with me, even after i started tying her up. i decided not to keep her tied up very much longer. i also decided that there was no rush in tying up the babysitter, as there's more of a chance of having fun with them actualy playing an innocent game before tying them up. that way i could also decide how long i wanted that particular babysitter tied up.

i decided to untie amanda now, while i was still on her good side. that way i could have 2 hours of fun playing games with her.

without a word i untied her, in my usual combination. knees first, then torso, then feet, then hands. she took off her blindfold and pulled the tape off of her mouth.

"well that was fun!" i said.

"don't gag me next time" she said, somewhat annoyed.

"your not mad, are you?" i asked honestly.

"no" she smiled, rubbing her wrists. "we can play again sometime if you don't gag me or blindfold me."

i was thrilled to hear this, and we spent the rest of the evening playing such games as checkers, and watching tv.

i had a pretty good thing going. elisha still owed me one tie up game, and amanda had said we could play again some time. and they weren't the only 2 babysitters to babysit me again.

that's story number 3, glad you're liking them. feel free, as always, to question.

Danielle - yeah sure, that'll work fine. Thanks :D.

So i am with my brother and cousin both near 10 for cousin, 7 for brother. i suggested one sleepover that we play a game... a tie-up game. They thoguht i was crazy but went along with it anyways. However only i was to be gagged. i have read these stories so i was only gagged because my cousin thought that gagged was cruel and mean. Now for tie ups we used blankets and a belt from my Halloween costume. They only lasted for 5 minutes until i jhad to untie them. So it sucked. Hey that`s my story. Anyone ever been tied in boxers? Give feedback and advice. And anyone on this site live in california near Hayward or Union City?

hope that answers your questions.

As usual, your story is excellent. Keep up the good work!

To all who would consider posting texts with simalar content think again you wont be entertaining many people and you wont find people with those interests on this site. The olny thing you will do is HURT people, belive it or not there are people who read this site who feel pain inside them when they read such content.

scott and that one guy

Its obviously the same person, you don't have to be a genius to work that out, they posted within 10 minuets of each other and look at the names Emily and Brain Johnson, this is obviously someone's sick joke.

This is proof, sad to say, that Canuck needs to have all postings moderated before they go on this site or find someone willing to do so if he can not.

I don't know if reporting these handles to Yahoo will do any good but perhaps if enough people do so their accounts will be terminated - all of them. Clearly they are in violationg of Yahoo's TOS but I am not sure if it applies to stuff they put on other sites.

roper1

All the best

Feedback would be greatly appriciated.

BTW. Does any one have any stories of people being taped to a board with excessive amounts of duck tape and tickle tourtured.

This can be rather impratical so the traditional reinforced tape over the mouth works if you have them act like they have no teeth by pushing their lips into their mouth then putting tape over that.

what you do is, get a towel, hold it behind their head(and on the sides) then wrap tape around that way the towel covers all hair.

as you may recall from one of my previous stories, i had bound my babysitter elisha to a chair, gagged her, and blindfolded her. i only agreed to release her on the condition that she let me tie her up again the next time she babysat. the lucky night finally came.

i had been looking forward to the evening for 2 days. this would be the first time i wouldn't actualy have to trick the babysitter into letting me tie her up. tonight, my victim would be obligated to completely submit, no questions asked.

elisha arrived around 7. she would be babysitting until 10:30-11:00. she was wearing tight blue jeans, a white blouse, and flip flops.

as soon as my parents were gone i could see the hint of worry and anxiety in her eyes. she was hoping that i had forgotten her promise. no chance. however, learning from some previous tie up games, i bided my time a bit. i chatted with her while she watched tv. she was being very friendly, probably terrified that at any moment i would pull some rope out of my pocket and demand she put her arms behind her. all in due time.

at about 8:00, i decided that i wanted elisha tied up for no less than an hour. she may have been ebing friedly, but she wasn't keeping me very entertained.

at around 8:15, i decided it was time.

"elisha, remember last time you babysat me?"

i could see the dread and horrible dissapointment come into her eyes.

"yeah?" she said with a shaky smile.

"well, you did agree to let me tie you up again." i said innocently.

she let out a big sigh. "yeah...but remember, you're not allowed to gag me."

i smiled and ran to my room for some rope. i returned to my shaky victim, and led her to the living room. sitting her on the couch, i instructed her to put her hands behind her back. crossing her wrists, i bound them tightly, and cinched them. all the while she was tilting her head back, trying to see what i was doing. as i let go of her wrists, she pulled at her bonds. she looked worried.

i got another strand and pulled her ankles together. i bound them tightly as well, side by side. i then moved to her knees, and then rapped lots of rope around her torso, above and below her breasts. she was mine.

i then instructed her to lie on her stomach.

"why?" she asked, somewhat worried.

"don't make me gag you" i said with and evil smile.

she frowned, but complide, lying down on her stomach. i took a long strand of rope and tied on end to the rope binding her feet. then i pulled the other end towards her hands, forcing her knees to bend.

"what are you doing?" she asked, raising her voice a little. she obviously wasn't familiar with the hogtie.

without responding, i tied the other end of the rope off at her hands, pulling her into a hogtie.

i stood up and looked at her. she pulled at her feet, trying to un-bend her knees. she was realizing exactly what a hogtie was. her face scrunched up in discomfort and worry.

"this is uncomfortable." she said after a minute, moving around in her ropes.

"well, you owe me" i said matter of factly.

"yeah well i wouldn't owe you anything if you hadn't tied me up in the first place."

"you let me" i pointed out.

"whatever, you know you tricked me." she said with grim face.

i smiled. it was kind of fun not gagging my victim. "either way." i said triumphantly. "you're tied up now"

"no kidding" she said, tugging again at her bonds. "how long do you plan on keeping me like this?"

"i dunno" i said, sitting down and stretching out, still smiling at my prisinor. "can't you get out?" i asked sarcasticaly.

"oh hush" she said, struggling a bit more. "i'm trusting you to be responsible right now. i'm not being a very good babysitter by letting you do this to me"

"oh don't worry, i'm used to babysitting the babysitter."

"so that's why you're so good at tying knots." she said with realization. "how many have you gotten?"

i counted on my fingers "...3 i believe. never failed. and you get a second round."

she grunted in response, tilting her head to see her bonds.
then she relaxed and looked at me. "it's not so bad." she said with a slight smile.

"i'm glad you think so. i really would have hated to go against my word and gag you."

she frowned at the thought. "i hate gags" she said with disgust.

we sat there chatting for a good 45 minutes. she didn't struggle much at all, just pulled lightly at her bonds. it was kind of nice.

around 9:00 i stood up. "do you want to be untied?" i asked.

"yeah" she saidm wincing in discomfort.

"hey, you didn't really complain at all" i said proudly as i began to untie the knot connecting her feet and hands.

"well that didn't do me a lot of good last time" she said.

i smiled and continued untying her. once she was completely free she stretched and smiled. "you're an evil little bugger, you know that?" she said, poking my playfully.

i smiled and poked her back. within a minute we were in a huge tickle fight, which, needless to say, i won. i put my ropes away and over a bowl of ice cream elisha mentioned that if i was very good maybe we would play again some day.

that's my last story until next week, i know it wasn't as much classic struggling and detailed bondage as my others, but i'll make up for it later. feel free to question or comment.

Does anybody wanna hear them? (if you do, tell me, and if you want me to leave, just say so...)