Guys, stfu about the sexually oriented material. Andy, obviously THAT isn't sexually oriented. However, a post with "he forced my mouth open and stuck his weiner inside" IS. Thus, they get deleted.

Figuring out what's allowed and what isn't is NOT very hard. All you need is a grade 1 level of common sense and you should get along just fine.

Thanks!

(PS. Cannuck great site)

Also to those that have emailed me with comments about me beinng a moderator have mis understood my earlier post offering to become a moderator.

We WERE going to use phpbb, but it was giving us log in issues at the last minute so we are looking for another board.

BTW, I am setting up a site (a geocities one) that will give people many ideas for self-bondage.

1) Hear from Cannuck, after all this is his board.
2) Be sure that it is not a forum that has 'trackers' on like many free boards. If it is some board that I have to 'register' to join, I for one won't, and I would think that there are a few other long standing readers/posters/ex-posters who don't want to be tracked and have e-mail address' bombarded with spam.

I don't belive that over 5 percent of forums will send you unwanted e-mail if you give them your email address. I am curious for examples of forums that will. Send me an email and I will check it out it shoulden't be much work just make a list of links for me and send it. I bet that less than 5 % of the links you send me would send me unwanted emails after I register.

Finnally guess what you CAN prevent spam FOR FREE. Ill give you a few tips. Get a good email provider I reccommend google as they seem to be the best at spam guard next comes yahoo then hotmail. I they all have good spam protection and if you arent completly careless with your email adress you shouldent recive any spam and even if you do it will be automaticly deleted or put in a folder. NEVER leav a box checked on a regristration form saying that you will show your email adress to the publice and NEVER check a box saying something like I would like to recive emails from or send me notification emails.

To everyone, how about more stories and less discussion, please?

Again give us a few days, we tryed to use phpbb but the board gave us problems at the last minute. I am testing out other boards to see what will fit the nature of this place so give me a few more days. If any of you have any more questions feel free to post and I'll answer.

in the mourning they took off my gag and fed me breakfest that concisted of frosted flakes i think it was justin again that feed me and finally my brother desided that he whould untie me and let me hang out whith them the rest of the week. the end. feed back please

more stories coming

Moderator(s)/Canuck: Thank you for preserving the integrity of this site.

I am not in the position to have a list of forums that give away or sell e-mail address' of members, but I do know that there are many such... It is a good way for 'free' forums to make money.

Some use cookies to track your progress through the internet and send your e-mail address and site traffic to list owners. If you join some free forums, ticking boxes, requesting do not show.. does NOT stop spam. The point is that the forum owners have your e-mail as you have to give it to join, they then send you a link or whatever before you can access the forum. Clearly this gives them a valid e-mail which they can then pass or sell to anyone or any organisation they wish.

Regarding banning IPs.. this only effects a few people who have a static IP. ie you could block me as I have a static IP, however most people do not have a static IP so you simply can't block them. If my provider was AOL/BT/NTL or many others you do not normally get a static IP, and as you can't block the whole of aol or whoever the provider is you cannot block the poster.

Mr Moderator, if you record IP's on this board, try typing mine into your browser... You will find that I do know a little of what I'm talking about.

Regards.

Thanks :)

They slowly started down the basement stairs, and I stopped wiggling around because I didn't want them to drop me. I could feel the oldest child's fingers slipping. I hoped with all my might that they would make it do the bottom, and set me down.

They did eventually reach the bottom of the stairs. They took a sharp right turn into the laundry room (this was an unfinished basement, so it was kind of creepy). They set me down on the middle of the cold, hard floor and left the room.

I could hear footsteps upstairs, and then they went away. Less than a minute later, I heard the their footsteps as they approached the basement. They came into the large laundry room with Robert, still tied the way he was.

They set him down next to me, and drew out a pair of scissors. They cut our hogties, allowing are feet to touch the ground. It felt good to unbend my legs. We started wiggling around, now trying to get out of our bonds. The oldest one then walked over to Robert and started to untie his wrists. The second oldest one came over and untied my ankles.

He then retied my ankles, this time side by side, and cinched it off. Meanwhile, the second youngest was holding Roberts wrists together, while the oldest retied his ankles. After this was done, they rolled us both over onto our sides so that our backs were facing eachother. They then pushed us up back to back, and the oldest one but one of Robert's arms through my arms.

We didn't try wiggling anymore, we were both kind of interested to see what they had in store for us...then again, the whole being tied to the same sex really didn't appeal to us, because we both had girlfriends and had only been tied to them before.

They pulled Robert other wrist to his other one and tied them back together, so that your arms were interlocked. Then they put our feet together, and used another rope to tie our feet together. Now we were tied to eachother. Like that wasn't enough, they got more ropes and tied our knees together, our backs together, and our thighs together.

After this task was completed, the oldest one said:

"We're gonna leave you like this for a while, but we'll be back...."

To be continued....

I just turned 16 a couple months ago, and I'm 6 ft., about 130 pounds. I have naturally blond, strait, short hair and blue eyes. I'm male by the way.

Anyway, I worked an early shift today so I got off at noon. I had to walk home today because my car is in the shop, so I changed out of my work clothes and began to walk home. I was wearing a black tee shirt and white shorts. I had low-cut black socks and black and white DC Avatars, which I just got yesterday and suggest that you do too. And I had a black DC hat.

So, I got home and saw that my mom was already home. This meant that I didn't have to walk home, so it sucks that I did but oh well. I went inside and my mom told me that Kevin and Andrew were downstairs waiting for me. Sweet, I thought, they have good timing! I went downstairs, and was astonished at what I found.

Kevin had tied Andrew up! We had just talked about tying people up yesterday, cuz we were watching a movie where someone had gotten tied. I had told them that I enjoy bondage then, but they never told me they did. As it turns out, they play tug's a lot with each other and decided to introduce me into their fun this way.

Andrew is the same age as me and a little bit shorter and skinnier. He has short brown hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a plain white shirt and jean shorts with Adidas shoes. They were the superstar 2G shoes with red stripes. He wasn't wearing any socks, because they were currently in his mouth held in with duct tape. His hands were tied behind his back with rope and his ankles were tied together, also with rope.

Kevin is 17 and the same size as me. He has black hair which is always spiked and brown eyes. He was wearing a brown shirt and black shorts with blue and white ES Accel shoes. He had white socks and a black and blue hat.

I'm going to sleep now, but I will probably finish the story tomorrow.

Peace out.

I'll write one soon....if anybodu cares.

Anywho, this next one occured once more in my high school days, I had to be 17 years old. It was summer and since Nick's(my friend) parents were going on a short weekend getaway, he figured that he would invite all of his friends to his party to say farewell to another year of school. He didn't want a HUGE group so he invited only his good friends so things wouldn't get too crazy. Besides myself there had to be about 6 guys and 4 girls or something like that.Nick had a really nice house, it wasn't very big but he lived in front of this huge forest preserve and there wasn't many people around, so you could basically do what you want. A few hours into the party the girls were cooking up something. It seemed that my friend and I didn't want any part of it. So while the party stayed downstairs my other friend Roz and I went upstairs to listen to some music. Anyway a few minutes later we heard yells and screams from downstairs. So Roz and I peeked to see what was happening. And sure enough alll the girls were hosing down the guys with whipped cream or shaving cream, one or the other. Roz and I really didn't feel like getting our clothes all (Creamy?) so we went back upstairs and laughed. A few minutes later we heard steady soft footsteps getting closer to our door.
"Shhhh!" I said, "someone's coming."
Roz ran behind the door to suprise who ever came through it. Judging from the laughs downstairs, it was just one person, and I thought Megan, one of the girls, spotted us when we were seeing what was happening downstairs. Sure enough Megan came bursting through the door with 2 whip cream can in hand.
"Hey guys!" she shouted downstairs, "I foun*mmmph*"
Good ol' Roz came from behind and clenched his fist around her pretty little mouth. She dropped one of the whipped cream cans as she tried to take his hand off, but to no avail. I ripped one of the cans out of her other hand and Roz wrapped his arm around her arms and stomach.
"Get something to tie her up!" he whispered.
Megan whipped around and cried playfully. Things just got really damn interesting. I quickly searched through Nick's room. I found some black masking tape in his desk.
"Good," Roz said as he grasped our victim, "Hurry tape her mouth."
I walked over to Megan, I would usually just put a few strip over her mouth to gag her, but this girl was doing what I like to call "power mmmmphhing". So I wrapped the tape around her head 4 or 5 times. She laughed and moaned at the same time, she could barely make a peep.
"Good, here gimme the tape," Roz said as he through her on the carpet.
I gave him the tape and Megan tried to push him away but she was overpowered. Roz taped her wrists behind her back, and then tape her ankles. Then he started to wrap her whole body in tape, like the mummyfication stuff.We used a whole roll of tape on her, the whole friggen' thing. She squirmed and tried to rip out of her bonds but she couldn't. she even tried to scream "Help" a few times, but she couldn't thanks to my tight tape gag.
"Now what?" I asked.
"We'll hide her." Roz said "We'll bring her to the bathroom come on."
Roz then grabbed her shoulders and I grabbed her feet we carried her over the bathroom and placed her in the bathtub. She moaned and struggled, the way we tied her there was now way she could get up.
"Please don't mess with us." Roz joked as he turned off the lights.
"We're really nice guys once you get to know us." I joked as I shut the bathroom door. Roz and I gave each other a high five as a muffled moan echoed in the bathroom.
We picked up the 2 cans of whipped cream and walked downstairs. Everybody was suprised to see us.
"Did you see what happened?!" Nick asked
"Some of it." I said
"Geez, what a mess. There's not even a drop on you guys, I should've stayed with you." nick proclaimed.
One of the girls then realized something and spoke up, "Yea, really! There's nothing on you guys! Megan went up and...."
"You mean my room is like this too?" nick interuppted.
"No, you're rooms fine." I answered.
"Great, but what about Megan?" one of the girls asked.
"Megan?" I said, "Oh, she's a little tied up right now. Don't worry about her."
"No really guys, where is she?" the girls asked once more.
"She's using the bathroom." Roz added.
about a half an hour later Megan was discovered, I thought everyone would be mad but I was wrong, they laughed took pictures, and even sprayed her with some more whip cream. We then untied her and removed her gag and whenon with the party, not one of my favorite experience but it was fun none the less.

Write Again,

So when I left off, I had walked into my room and found Andrew face down on my bed with his wrists and ankles tied with rope and gagged with his own socks. Kevin was standing over him.

Kevin looked at me and said, "So, is this what you had in mind when you said that you like bondage?"

"Well, it is definitely a nice surprise" I said.

Kevin took some more rope out of his pockets, which he had a lot of, and said that I would have to have an initiation before I would have the honor of tying him up.

"I like the sound of that, but what kind of initiation do you have in mind? Because I don't have a very high tolerance for pain, if that's the kind of thing you're thinking of."

"Oh, nothing like that at all," he said to my great relief.

"So what do you want me to do?" I inquired.

He told me to lay down on my bed with my head face up and to take my hat off. I did as I was told, and to my great surprise and great enjoyment, he picked Andrew up and put him on top of me, after untying his hands. He took my hands and put them around Andrew so that it was like I was hugging him and did the same thing to Andrew's hands. Then he tied my ankles together and tied my ankles to Andrew's. He ungagged Andrew and took my DC's off, took my socks off, and put my DC's back on. He put my socks in my mouth and put Andrew's back in his, and tapped our heads together so our lips were touching.

I could tell Andrew was enjoying this because I was on top of him, and I assume he could tell the same thing about me. To my great dismay, Kevin then took out a camera and began to snap pictures. He put the camera away and left for a few minutes. He came back with a huge roll of saran wrap. This excited me very much, because I've always fantasized about being saran wrapped.

After a bit of a struggle, Kevin managed to get us to stand up and remain balanced on our own. He started to roll the saran wrap around us, and then I realized that he would of course go up the crotch area. When he got there, I couldn't help but moan enormously. Then he finished off by reaching to our necks. He put us both back on the bed and covered us up.

After a few hours of him scrummaging through my room and finding a few things I would prefere he had not, he untied us.

Then I got my chance to do the tying, but that's a story for another day.

Peace Out

Thanks,

Okay, just one note... this happened to a friend of mine... I wasn't really there, so, if it dosen't feel realistic... don't be mad at me for it... please...

(anyways, no names were changed because nobody was innocent)

My friend Paul, and his friend... (for now, we'll call him "Terry"), were staying up late during a sleepover at his house. They apparently wanted to get some exercise in the "Gym". (Paul's dad's garage) This is where they practiced wrestling. They used a couple moves which they based off of some old "WCW" matches.

Anyway, after they were done practicing on each other. One of them wanted to do something spontaneus... Terry found some duct tape and apparently grabbed Paul's arms, and tied them behind his back with it. He then strapped him to the homemade punching bag. After that, he shoved a rag into his mouth. (it was too big for him to spit it out)

He kept on trying to scream, but nothing came out, but the usual "mmpphh" noise... (is there a word for that?) I know that this all happened because Terry made a video recording out of it. I eventually saw a little bit of the video. So I have a good clue as to what day of that summer it happened.

Anyways, the video was obviously hidden. And they stopped playing after about an hour. They just about killed each-other with a second match... until the fight was interrupted. I think Paul got his revenge at one time, but I'm not sure right now.

Hope, that y'all enjoyed it.

e-mail me at kueko111@yahoo.com

Another way is to claim that some cousin/relative has promised/threatened to tie you on a bet or revenge and you wish you could practice or at least see what it's like so you don't panic when it happens "for real".

Or turn it around and say you tied a younger brother/cousin (any relative not present) and he sort of freaked out and you don't see why it was such a big deal, it wouldn't have bothered you.

Finally, you could try being (mostly) honest (what a concept!) and say that you "wonder what it's like being tied up and not able to get free."

Besides, what's so terrible about admitting to at trusted friend that you'd like to be tied up by them? One thing is for certiain - if you don't trust them enough to know this about you, you don't want to be tied up by that person. Seriously.

By "a few more", do you mean only a few notable ones? (i.e. that most of your tie-ups with Jane were similar, and only a few tie-ups in your life truly stuck out?) Or that you have only a few more tie-ups, period?

I ask only two things:
(1) as before, be careful.
(2) if this works, please tell us about it here!

What happened to the Yahoo Group?

It was last week that this happened. My brother and I needed one of our babysitters because mom and dad were on their third honeymoon (which I hoped it didn't bring another annoying little brother again). Wendy was to come over for a while and my brother had a plan. You see he invited over Justin, one of the boys from my other story to play a little trick on the babysitter (our parents didn't want us on sugar while they were gone so they hid it in a spot we would never find) and I would get a piece of the outcome for being the older and smarter sibling. Wendy came over at 12:04pm, and just so you know, she was in a pink tank top, a miny skirt and had her blond hair in a pony tale ("I" cha-wawa!) My brother asked Wendy,
"Do you know where all the sweets are?"
Wendy said,"Yes but you won't be getting any until your parents return."
He said, "We'll see about that" then he rushed to his room to get tape, scarves, and plenty of rope.

Part Two

Wendy and I were playing scrabble. It was my duty to keep her ditracted because I'm a sugar lover too. I saw Devin and Justin tip-toe behind wendy. I definetly knew what they were goning to tie her up to.

"Your move" I said.
"Have you seen your brother? Is he up to something?" she asked.
I had to think up an excuse fast,"Ah, sure, he's playing with his poke'mon toys upstairs as usual."
Then Justin pulled Wendy's arms behind her and Devin started to tie them up tightly and remember, he's in the boy scouts. Then Wendy turned around and freaked.
"What are you dommmppphhh!" Justin just then put a scarf in her mouth then used several pieces of duck tape to finish the gag. Then they tied he feet together but not to the chair. Finally, they finished by tying her torso to the chair. They looked at their handy work. She was struggling to get free.
"mmmmppphhh! mmppphh!MMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!" Wendy tried to yell through her gag but, they were in the boy scouts and knotting was their specialty. They took her shoes and scocks off.
Devin said, "Tell us where the sugar is or we'll tickle you til you're blue in the face".
She shuck her head meaning "no way hoze", Awell, the tickling began.

Part three

Devin and Justin tickled her feet while I tickled her belly and sides. She was laughing hysterically for five minutes, until Devin said,
"So , ya ready to talk?"
She shuck her head meaning no. So we began to tickle her again for another five minutes, she acted like she was in pain. Again Devin asked,
"Are ya ready to talk now?
She still showed signs meeaning no. What a tough babysitter, so we decided to tickle her for ten minutes without stopping!
Boy was she ready to give up. So then, yet again Devin asked
"Are you ready to talk NOW?"
She signed a yes (FINALLY, I was begining to lose my nerves!) Devin removed her gag and told us that the sweets were in the closet that had the christmas lights. Good hiding spot, mom and dad knew we hated hanging christmas lights. So we untied her, got the sugary treats and I had to pay her extra for the bomndage, keeping it a secret and alowing us to eat the sweets. It's a funny yet weird yet a true story and I wouldn't have gone along with it, but I love chocolate, don't you?

Skate Shoe Lover i liked your story. Hope you stick around here for a while.

Nick H glad to see you posted, but when is another one of your classics coming to the board. I have missed your work, badly.

Mr.E i am also waiting for a story from you. Everytime i read something from you i just cant get enough lol plz post one soon.

And finally where did Kinap Boy go? i really hope he is working on something new for the board.

In closing if time permets i am planning on writing what could be my final story here. I am not promiseing anything, and i am not able to give a set date, but if everything goes well for me this month i hope to bring you something new from me.

You said that Jane liked being tied up, but did she only do it a couple times overall?

Not sure about doing another as the reason pulled is that in last couple of days some files and pics added by others that looked abusive. My computer is basically dead so till I get new one I can not upload.

London bombings 4 bombs in all over 50 dead.

If someone wants to create a new group I do not mind and will contribute clean pics

Martin

Ignore Jerry Burns. He has the IQ of a fruitbat.

But there is a MSN group called "Tie-up Games" which is obviously dead (or never started to live): except some messages that are in fact advertisements for some sites which have nothing to do with tie-up games (and a question of mine what the heck that junk has to do etc.) the group is empty. Maybe we could "occupy" it:
http://groups.msn.com/Tie-UpGames

Or maybe someone has got a better idea where to start a new group?

Thanks,

http://tieup.12.forumer.com

Thanks!

Matthew, that's the oldest trick in the book. :P It still works like a charm.

Anyway, without further adieu, let's get on with the story!

(this happened when I was 11 or so, I kinda forgot about it...) Two old friends of my brother had come over to spend the night. I forget who they were, (which is another reason why I neglected to post this beforehand)

Anyway, it was around 2 AM, or so when my brother fell asleep in another room, (mine!). So, I was left alone with 2 of the biggest jerks I'd ever known!

After they were finished with a video game, one of them opened my brother's drawer and found duct tape... (please don't ask me why it was there) "hey, I know, why don't we play a game!?!" he said. He indicated that I should be tied-up.

Now, these guys had beaten me up before, so I was worried more about that as opposed to being tied-up. So, at first, they had bound my arms in front of me, and I couldn't break free.

Then, they cut those off, but only for a couple of seconds... they used it to attach my hands behind my back, and then they used it on my ankles. I had forseen the last strip going over my mouth.

They had placed me in the closet, probably to make sure that I would try to protest. I was leaft in there for quite a while, as I had attempted screaming.

I had dosed off eventually, when I woke up, I was still tied, I had "mmmpphhed" for a while. When they finnaly woke up, it was about 7 Am. Since it was saturday, that was the right time for cartoons.

I hadn't thought much of it since.

(hope that was slightly enjoyable...)

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Two nights from when we planned our revenge,Sarah would leave the back door unlocked. I would sneak in at midnight and wake her up so we could capture her sister while we were sleeping. If I did not find Sarah at the appointed time, I owuld assume she had been bound, gagged and hidden somewhere in the house, in which case I would search for her.

As I snuck up the steps to the back door, I thought nothing could go wrong, as I had made a phone call to Sarah saying that I would be out of town that weekend.
I was wrong.

When I went to Sarah's room, she as nowhere to be found. AFter searching, I heard muffled noises, and the sound of something being dragged around coming from her parents closet.

When I opened it, I saw her tied up in nothing but her white underwear and bra.

No sooner did that happen when I was jumped from behind by Amy and thrown to the floor. I didn't totally realize what was happening at first, until I realized to my horror, that while Amy was pulling tape over my panty filled mouth, a SECOND pair of hands was taping my wrists!

...

Two minutes later, I was sitting on the floor, in what seemed to be my tie up uniform of a white bra and pair of panties, plus a waist length blond wig, tape bound at the ankles, shins, above and below the knees, wrists, and fingers, wearing a 'X' of tape over my gag and a hurt look on my face.

Amy and Sarah stood over me laughing and gloating at me.

"You know, I said to myself," Sarah spoke to me.

"What would be the easiest way to snare you. With help of of course! So Sarah about the plan so we could ambush you."

I Mmpphhed that she was stupid and was falling into a trap, but she wouldn't listen.

"C'mon Sis!" Amy shouted.

"Let's have a toast to the third capture of Ally!"

I Mmpphhed more muffled warnings to Sarah, but she was in her own world.

A few seconds later I heard a "Hey what are you--", sounds of a struggle, a loud Mmpphh!, and the sound of tape being stretched off a roll.

A minute later Sarah was marched in, kicking and Mmpphhing with all her strength. Though it was futile, as she was taped exactly as I was, although her legs were free. Soon her legs were taped as mine were, and she was placed on the floor with her back to me.

Amy lifted Sarah's bound wrists over my neck and let them come to rest on my lap while she did the same to Sarah with mine.

After some more taping, it looked like Sarah and I had our wrists taped in front of us, when really the other persons wrists were taped in our fronts.

The extra tape was used to bind our wrists to each other's laps, and was wound round the both of us at our elbows, and above and below Sarah's breasts, and my faux-breasts.

Afterwards, Sarah looked up pleadingly at her sister, hoping this was some form of joke.

Amy crossed her arms, holding the duct tape roll in her left hand, and said,

"Don't look so surprised baby sister! I only made an alliance with you so it would be easier to capture Ally here. I hope you to enjoy being my prisoners again, pulp novel duo guys. Goodnight!"

Sarah looked at me over her shoulder apologetically.

I merely glared with a "You should have known better, idiot!" look in reply.

It was one A.m., and we both soon fell asleep.

...

The next day was filled with futile struggling and Amy coming in every now and then to check to see if we were safe and to check our bonds.

Later she came in dressed in a navy blue blouse and black colored skirt, stockings, and heels.

"I'm going out tonight with my boyfriend," said Amy.

"It's six now, and I'll be back at ten. No running off now guys."

After she left we did our best to escape.

I just about gave up hope when I saw a penknife up on a dresser, at the other side of the room.

After gesturing towards it with my head, Sarah and I inched our way towards the dresser. When we reached the dresser it was 8. It had taken an hour to cross the room.

We tried to stand up for aobut 30 minutes before realizing that was a lost cause.

Then I started to kick the dresser in hopes of knocking it off.

The knife fell off inot my lap eventually, but when we looked at the clock, we only had an hour left.

After trying numerous times, I wedged the knife between by knees.

"Mmpphhmphh mph, Mpphhmpph!" muffled Sarah, with a quiet urgency.
*Hurry up, Alex!*

It was now 9:30.

Very carefully I slipped the blade between the visible tips of her fingers and slowly cut the tape binding them.

When they were free, she took the knife, and slowly worked at freeing her wrists.

I looked at the clock. It was 9:50.

"Mmpphhmphh mph, Mpphhmphhhh!", I grunted, as loudly as my gag would permit. *Hurry up, Sarah!*

After she had freed her wrists, she worked faster.

When she freed herself. She stood up and started to walk away.

"Mmphh mmpphhhh!" I groaned with a pleading look on my face.

"Mph!" Apparently, she had not yet removed her gag.

She turned around walked over to me, hugged me, removed her gag, then my own, and kissed me.

"I'm sorry I got tricked into beliving Amy! Can you forgive me?"

"Sure! Just untie me first so we can ambush her!"

"Alright!"

...

Soon, Amy was back and wlaked right by the room we had been tied in. Had she gone in, she would have found two saliva soaked pairs of panties and lots of cut strips of tape.

Amy went into her room, opened the closet and saw something strange.

Two underwear clad figures bradishing a few rolls of tape, and a pair of her silk panties.

She got as far as "Oh sh-" before we tackled her.

...

A few minutes later, Amy was taped and gagged exactly as we had been, wearing nothing but black. Black bra, black thong panties, black garter belt, and black stockings.

We took some pictures of her and were talking about what to do with her next, and whether to tie her more, or to change into somethin less revealing first.

"Look at Amy!" Sarah suddenly yelled.

I ran over and saw her sitting up, frantically Mmpphing at me. It wasn't until I was on the floor that I knew it was a warning.

...

I was majorally pissed. Everything was exactly the same as before our escape, save three differences.

I was dressed exactly as before, although my captor had added a white garter belt, and attached white stockings.

My partner and I were tied exactly as before, except for the fact that our captor had us clasp our hands together into a one-handed fist, so that the both of us had our arms end in a duct tape orb, instead of hands, making escape but a impossible dream.

And, most importantly, my partner and captor had traded places, leaving Amy and I glaring at each other over our shoulders, and glaring up at Sarah when she entered the room.

"Ally, you actually thought I would let you roam free in my house?" said Sarah as she patted my cheek.

I Mmpphhed in disgust, and drew away from her touch.

"And Amy. You shouldn't have been surprised when we struck back." Sarah patted Amy's cheek as well.

Amy reacted the same way I did.

Sarah did Amy's waist length brown hair into a ponytail, and did the same with my waist length blond wig.

Sarah then gave me the usual gamut of makeup.

When she was finished Amy and I could have been twins, save that she was taller and my wig was not a matching color.

"Well," said Amy in a fake evil voice.

"It looks like I have finally captured Ebony and Ivory, the famous private eye duo!"

We rolled our eyes and gave exasperated Mmpphhs in perfect unison.

Amy, continuing her shtick, said," You two have been a thorn in my side for too long threatening to expose my drug smuggling ring. But now that you're my captives, I can decide on a fitting death for you two! Or maybe a fate worse than death? Spending the rest of you lives in an arabian palace perhaps? Well eiether way, enjoy tonight. Becuase whether I kill you or do something else nasty to you, tomorrow, you will leave you former live behind forever!"

She left and closed the door while doing her mock bad guy laugh.

Amy and I struggled until we fell on our sides, and fell asleep.

...

The next day we were sat up and had our ankles tied with rope. The other end of mine was tied to a leg of the dresser my knife had come from. The end of Amy's rope was tied to the leg of the bed. Our legs were then taped to the floor with a single strip of tape at the shins, above and below the knees, two different places on the thigh, and over our hands and hips.

Before the hips and thighs were taped, we both had pillowcases thrown over our heads, and our panties pulled down.

Something was put on under them, then the panties were pulled back up.

After she left and our pillowcases were removed we saw that Sarah had put diapers under our panties.

I giggled under my gag at Amy. She looked rediculous with diaper visable where her thong didn't cover.

Sarah came back around 5, and removed the diapers. They were not replaced.

Amy and I were then seperated from each other. Tape was wound round the hips, so that our hands touched our butts, and above and below our breasts.

We were then dragged to the dining room where we were strapped to the backs of two armless wooden chairs with tape above and below our breasts, And at our wrists. Tape strapped our thighs to the seat of the chairs. More tape was wound round our shins and ankles.

Sarah then brought food to our mouths and mashed it against our gags. After wiping it off our faces, she said,

"Sorry Amy, but this is what you get for not feeding me and Ally last time! And I'm sorry Ally, but I want to be fair and I can't feed you if Amy dosen't eat anything!"

She then acted like a total bitch and ate and drank her fill while we werere forced to watch.

A silent agreement crossed Amy's face and mine.

We would make her pay.

...

"MMPPHH!"

*HELP!*

"MMPPHHMPH!"

*SOMEONE!*

"MMPP'HH MPH MPH!"

*WE'RE IN HERE!*

"MMPPHH!"

*HELP!*

Sarah had dragged our chairs, with us in them, into her room. We had given up struggling after a half-hour and were now deperate enough to get outside attention, and had been screaming for at least 15 minutes. The only attention we would attract would be from Sarah as our gags were tight and effective, and the windows were closed and the blinds were shut.

Sarah came wearing a jean miniskirt and a pink tshirt, holding a roll of duct tape and two white pillow cases.

"I told you two to shut up!" she yelled angrily.

She held up our ponytails and wrapped tape around our mouths five times each. She then tied a detective over-the-nose gag over the tape, and let our ponytails drop(Approriate enough gag considering last night.).

"And stay quiet!"

We struggled against our bonds for another 15 minutes, since our yells had been reduced to a barely audible grunt.

She came back and freed our cramped fingers so that we could stretch them, and said that she would be going to a party and would not be back till midnight at least.

As she left she ignored Amy's wild and furious struggling and grunting as she was under her care and was not supposed to be leaving the house without her.

As Amy brooded, I noticed that Sarah had forgotten to move the penknife from where we had left it the previous night on the bedside table.

I slowly moved my chair about a foot towards the table over the next hour. I was already close to the table so thankfully that was all I had to move, as moving the chair was exausting.

My fingers scrabbled for the knife and almost dropped it.

But I caught it and began to work on my wrists.

...

I had just finished freeing myself from the chair, and was walking to the door as I untied the pillowcase from around my mouth. I wold remove my tape gag and wig later as I was eager to change out of the lingerie and into my real clothes.

I was reaching for the doorknob when I heard a muffled, pleading squeak from my fellow lingerie clad bound and gagged companion.

I looked at Amy with pity as she gave me a pleading look from behind her gag.

I took off my tape gag, grabbed the knife, undid her ponytail, unagagged her and placed the knife in her hands.

"I'd unite you all the way, but I don't trust you," I remarked.

"I can understand," she replied.

"But you'll need to if you want revenge on her."

"Tonight?"

"No, sometime when she won't expect. I'll phone you when the time is right."

"Okay then, bye."

"Bye. And thanks."

Then I closed the door, changed, remove wig and makeup, and left waiting for that day.

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Hope you liked this one. I'll see if I can bring you the other one. Probably not for a while.

T&R

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A disturbing silence enclosed the forest while we waited anxiously for a hint where to go, or better, where not to go. We could not stay there; either we assaulted or risked to get caught in a coward escape. The area was cut in half by a massive line of bushes; everything else was clean territory, no slopes, no thick trees. The rustling inside the bush-line was getting louder and therefore proportionally more threatening.

I gazed around in despair for a hiding spot and realized there was only place to go: a huge fallen tree to the left had opened a deep hole in the ground.

“There!” I told Collin the lowest I could, pointing at the dry thick roots that stuck out to one side.

He shook his head and made a soundless but meaningful “no” with his lips, feeling obviously uneasy about the idea.

“Yeah c'mon,” I insisted, whispering.

“No!” he stubbornly replied.

That got to my nerves. I grasped Collin's wrist and hastily half-dragged him, while he begged me not to. I stopped at edge of the crack and peered in. Collin was right. It was gloomy, and dark, and moist – without a doubt the most intimidating creepy little spot ever. You could only imagine what kind of creatures dwelled within its depth.

“No way, Nick! I'm NOT getting down there!”

“Oh, yes you are!” I jumped, pulling him down with me.

Slosh! We landed on a humid ground and sunk to our thighs in it.

“Gross!”

“It's only mud,” I said and playfully put some on his face.

“Stop it!” he complained, angrily. I just laughed; Collin was such a girl sometimes.

The hole was profound enough so nobody could see us and we had a perfect sight by craning our necks a bit.

We did not wait long. Soon, to my amazement, a boyscout (Gus) emerged from the bushes, stopped, gazed for a while, and began walking in our direction. He was clad in the all too familiar light-brown uniform, blue scarf, tube socks and - as a contrast - different lengths of rope protruded from his pockets along with a roll of duct tape attached to his waist. Besides, the enemy carried a gun that seemed ready to use.

“Had he been following us?” I thought. It didn't make any sense. He couldn't have possibly known we were coming this way.

“H-h-how on earth did he get here so fast?” asked Collin in low voice, astounded.

“I don't know, but he'll be our first prisoner,” I replied cockily and aimed my water gun at the boy.

“No! Wait,” Collin grabbed my shoulder, “what if you miss?”

“I won't.”

"I have a better idea. Gimme that!” He snatched the gun from my hand.

“Are you nuts? He's right over there! This is our chance to –mppphhh!”

Collin suddenly clamped his moist hand over my mouth.

“Shhhhhh… ”

Gus swiftly passed a few meters from our heads, not noticing us. We had lost him. Dammit! By the time I had managed to free myself from the hand and retrieve my pistol from Collin, the boyscout was nowhere to be seen.

“Great idea, Collin.”

“Come, quick!” My partner had climbed out from the hole and was now crouching at the edge, giving me his hand. Within seconds I was out too, and immediately we proceeded to jog north, after our prey.

It was a fair distance and due to the heavy tropical summer, our clothes became - after a short time - drenched in perspiration. I was beginning to lose all faith, when I saw a slender figure out of the side of my eye.

“Look, there he is!” I pointed at the brown head that stuck out from the other side of a rocky steep. We reached smoothly and squatted behind that wall ( it had an ? shape), where Gus had suddenly stopped, and we listened. Soon we learned he was not alone.

“They weren't there!”

“What do you mean ‘they weren't there'? They had to be! Mike specifically told me Nick and Collin'd be somewhere between their base and this place. Was it so difficult to – never mind! Stay here with Scott, I'll do it myself.”

What the hell???!! I couldn't believe my ears. I was deeply puzzled, and so was Collin, who had an awkward surprised look on his face. That was impossible. How did Mike find out about our plans if they had already left when I made them? Had someone stayed hidden to spy on us and then ran to tell Mike?

Occupied in these reflections, I did not notice when Klaus appeared to the left accompanied by Doug, and they would have found us had we not miraculously at the same time dropped to the ground, me on top of Collin. I could feel his heart pouncing under mine; thus we remained until their steps dwindled in the forest and all I could hear was that everlasting back and forth motion of tree branches and leaves.

“Are they gone?” he whispered.

“Yeah.”

“So, Can you get off me now?”

“Oh, sorry,” I answered somewhat sheepishly and got up. As a few minutes elapsed without anything occurring to give further explanation of this mystery, I took a quick glance over the wall and saw both boys, Scott and Gus, alone, sitting under a tree, talking. Scott was a gawky little kid despite his age of 14, rather slim, had spiked short brown hair and deep blue eyes; everyone teased him about his round boyish face. Gus, on the contrary, was 13, but seemed quite older, had darker skin, broader shoulders and was rather chubby. To the left side of the boys lay some opened bags with several kinds of binding material that they were examining. Neither one was strong – or old – enough to overpower us so I could not but grin at this favorable sight. I had underestimated my buddy's plan; now we would get two prisoners instead of only one.

“This is our chance,” I said to myself and told Collin to move on. We forded the wall all the way to the trees side, and my heart began pouncing intensely as I made out the backs of the boyscouts, who were blissfully unaware of the eminent danger. Collin looked at me and I nodded; he soundlessly counted with his fingers 1, 2, 3, - now!

We both jumped – I on Scott, Collin on Gus – putting an arm around their necks and pressing the point of the guns against their sides. They screamed almost instantly – they really weren't expecting this! - , so we had to hand-gag them lest they should warn any nearby scout. They tried to struggle and squirm, but our grips held.

“Quiet! Relax! There's no point on resisting.” Both grudgingly calmed down.

“You're our prisoners now, and the more you cooperate the better it'll turn out for ya. Understood?” They made a soft mpphhh under our hands and nodded their assent.

“Now, I want you to drop your weapons,” I said. As expected, I heard two objects fall to the ground.

“Good. Now give me your scarf.” The young kids undid the knot around their necks with ease and handed them to us.

“Okay. I'm going to take my hand, but don't you dare make a sound.” I made a wad with the scarf and held it in front of Scott's face.

“Open wide like a good boy,” I ordered mockingly and as soon as he did, I unceremoniously forced the blue bundle deep into his mouth and far beyond his teeth, smothering any attempt of complains. As a temporary solution, I held it in place with my hand, but not for long; there was still a surprise.

“Lift your arms,” said Collin. With that obeyed, we yanked their t-shirts off which we then used to hold the scarf inside their mouths: each one was folded and subsequently forced between the boys teeth, tying the ends at the back of their heads with much tightness, producing a neat – but effective - cleave-gag. After ensuring their silence, we continued to ensure their immobility, so Collin and I fetched a coil of rope from the boyscouts's pockets. It was a soft cotton one, of the color which ropes use to have. Since there was no need to order our prisoners to turn around – we had attacked from behind – without ado, I grasped Scott's wrists, positioning palm to palm, and tied them very securely: first, rope around each hand; then I wrapped several loops more – tightening every turn - around both, cinched vertically in between the wrists and finally knotted it off where he couldn't work it with his fingers. Additionally, a long piece of cord was wrapped around his bare chest, thus bringing his already bound arms closer to the body.

Collin then submitted Gus likewise. As always, the ropes were snug and firm, yet they didn't cut off circulation or hurt . (Well, actually, I think it did hurt a little- judging the pleading faces of the boys – but it was nothing they couldn't endure for an hour or two!)

“Are you comfortable?” We spun them around and asked. Vainly, and to much of our delight, they tested their bonds by squirming and fighting against them, only to confirm what they and we already knew: getting loose without help was impossible! Seeing their helplessness and looking forward to more pleasant sights of bondage- at least for us -, we decided, with a quick look at each other, to further immobilize our young friends.

“Okay,” said Collin, “lay down over there, on your stomach.” They reluctantly obeyed and we tied their ankles crossed in a similar manner as the hands, and using a second rope lashed them to the wrists. They were now in a very strict hogtie, to the point their fingers almost touched their heels. We stepped back to admire our handiwork (this is such a used up phrase), which we congratulated each other of and judged it nice and skillful, for all our prisoners could do was barely flex fingers and whimper pathetically under their gags. We stared at them for a while as they mmphhhed – presumably – for mercy at us and rocked on their bellies over the sandy floor.

“We're going to let you think about your condition while we decide what to do with ya. Don't go anywhere!” I said and laughed at this last sentence. As if they could go somewhere! Then we stepped back some meters so we couldn't be heard.

“I think we should gently ask them,” suggested Collin raising his eyebrows, “what they know about their knowing our plans.”

As you may have figured out, the method for “gently asking” someone was invariably tickle torture and having realized that, I answered, “Great idea,” with a broad wicked grin across my face.

We returned to find Gus and Scott the same way we had left them, only sweatier; they had been mightily trying to get some slack on the ropes during our absence, and getting none, glistened their upper parts that were soon caked with dirt. Scott, particularly, was engaged in an intense writhing as drops of sweat ran down his reddened face from his spiked brown hair.

“Don't you get it? You can't escape! Calm down or - I tell you this from personal experience - you'll get some good rope burns and we won't take pity on you,” I said matter-of-fact. Soon afterwards, they resigned to be our captives and rested their heads on the ground, breathing heavily.

I proceeded to release their gags, which they were already drooling from, not without beforehand assuring them that any attempt of crying for help would be punished severely. They spat the scarves out on my hand and remained quiet, glad to give their aching jaws some relief.

Collin squatted in front of the hogtied boys.

“Ok. This is it: how did Mike find out where we were going to?” he asked with a friendly tone, pausing between each word to give it meaning. The boyscouts looked at themselves and said nothing in response, a defiant expression on their faces.

Therefore, I barged in with villain voice, “We can do this the easy or the hard way; either way we're getting what we want. You decide.”

I already knew they wouldn't say a thing due to their pride, or perhaps - more likely - even though they would never admit it, because they also wanted to know what we had in store for them. Yet they did not utter a word, those stupidly stubborn arrogant!

“You'd better put the gag back on because there's nothing that'll make me talk,” said Scott. “Hmm!” Gus nodded.

“We'll see that,” I said and inserted the scarves while they willingly opened their mouths; I used the same t-shirts to hold them in, and in no time they were re-gagged, as requested.

“Oh, I think I made a mistake. I swapped the soggy scarves each one had inside your mouths, but you don't mind, do you?” Gus and Scott showed the worst signs of disgust you can make through an expression and began mpphhing loud, obviously mad at me.

“Too late. Sorry!” I said with a shrug and Collin burst out laughing, which only produced glares from our prisoners.

Next we undid the hogtie and dragged them to the tree they had been sitting under, now sitting them side to side (it was a thick tree) against it. The rope around the chest was removed; their hands were untied and retied in the same fashion in front. Using a long coil Collin bound the boys's wrists together and up to a low branch, pulling until their armpits were completely exposed. Gus and Scott started to look worried.

After rummaging in the inside of one of the bags, we found a couple of stakes, a toothbrush and a feather. Interesting. We stretched their legs out; one stake was driven in the ground with a rock near Gus's bound feet and another next-to Scott's – and we lashed their feet to them. Finally, we removed their shoes and socks. There they sat, vulnerably bound at our mercy: ribs, bellies, armpits and soles waiting to be tickled.

Then it started. Without notice I launched myself on a reckless tickling spree on Scott's body, beginning by the sides. He went absolutely berserk. The more I wiggled and brushed my fingers against his taut skin, the more poor Scotty thrashed and laughed histerically.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHFFFF!” I could almost hear him say ‘stop', but his gag did the job. He desperately tried to loose himself but all his efforts only made him lower his resistance to endure my attacks. I went up under his arms, exploring with curious fingers, where he showed to be even more ticklish, and when I got down to his feet, oh boy, he almost fainted. Gradually I took control over Scott's body by tweaking the right spot to increase intensity. I carried on like that for three, four-and-a-half minutes, only as a demonstration of what would come.

Gus, who had been spared of the treatment, watched very noticeably excited his friend's predicament. Abruptly I stopped. Scott, exhausted and breathing a lot through his nostrils, wisely remained still to regain strength for a second round.

“So, Gus,” I said, “this is just the tip of the iceberg. Consider this opportunity. Maybe you'll be smart enough this time and change your mind before we go on.”

Actually, it was very kind of us; it was not common for prisoners receiving alternatives or any kind of offers. Captors would normally tickle the information out of them when they were on verge of peeing themselves!

Gus gulped, and for a second I saw a trace of fear in his eyes - that he would give up - but Gus turned to Scott who shook his head no, and that was enough to convince him to refuse our advice.

“Very well. This will show you the consequences of being uncooperative.”

I picked the toothbrush while Collin chose the feather and approached our captives menacingly. Collin was to torture Scott and I was to work on Gus, since I held a personal revenge against him (for the ‘breakfast' episode). Both boy's eyes widened in terror as we got closer, tightening their muscles in anticipation; and we were hardly an inch away when we heard a rustle of leaves behind us.

“Shit!” We dropped the feather and toothbrush to fetch the pistols, hid hastily behind some trees and waited. I thought that we were going to be caught and was already imagining all kinds of punishments that'd ensue.

However, and quite surprised – for we were expecting Klaus and Doug to return - , nobody less than Phil appeared from behind the wall accompanied by Dan, who was bound and gagged!

“Hey Nick! Collin! Is that you?” Phil called.

You could tell Dan wasn't happy at all; he struggled and mmphed while Phil pushed him rather roughly forwards. The slim blond boy had actually made Dan his prisoner, but why?

Having noticed a team member, without concern we emerged to where he was. As soon as he saw us, Phil's look changed.

“God!” he said pointing our shorts, “where the hell have you guys been?” Funny enough, we had only become aware of it now, since we were so busy hunting and tying boys down to notice such a thing. I looked downwards and saw my lower body completely covered in mud, which wasn't still 100% dry by the way. Collin and I removed our shorts, remaining only in underwear, with the purpose of washing them in the creek or changing clothes at our base. We broke into a general laughter and explained Phil about the whole thing. We also updated him regarding the disclosure of our plans to the enemy.

“Yes, there is a traitor,” Phil said with severity, “it's Dan.” he and pushed the auburn haired kid to the front. I gaped at Phil, bewildered, and then at the twin, duct tape around his wrists, arms and mouth, who was restless and whimpering mightily under his gag.

“Oh shut up, you coward!” Phil kicked him in the shins and Dan shrieked.

“When we were deep into the forest and where nobody could see us, this traitor tried to overpower me; we wrestled around, and he was almost getting it but I managed to take out my gun and shoot him…” Fhil put a finger on his chest.

“So he had to surrender,” I completed.

“Exactly,” said Phil.

Those damn boyscouts, couldn't they play fair some time?

“You interrogate him yet?” asked Collin.

“No, there was no time for that. I had to come and warn you people. We'll have plenty of time for interrogation once we take them all, including those guys over there,” he pointed at Gus and Scott still securely bound to the tree, “to our base. Tyler and Chris'll take care of them while we go out tell Adrian and Adam, if they haven't been already captured. I wanna get to the end of this too, but now we have to act fast,” finished explaining Phil and helped us untie our prisoners from the trees.

With tape, we then secured their wrists behind their backs and attached them to their waists using several rounds. We removed the gags, gave them some water, and taped their lips shut, plastering every one of the five rounds by firmly smoothing the surface with our hands so they stuck to the soft skin of their faces.

So they could walk more comfortably we put their shoes on and we were about to set off when Phil, out of the blue, said,

“Wait a second, how do we know Collin isn't a traitor just like Dan?”

“What are you talking about? Of course he's not!” I tried desperately to defend my companion.

“How can you be so sure about it?”

“Because if he was he would have tried to capture me, which he didn't do…”

“Yet!” added paranoically Phil, “Plus, he was desperate earlier this morning to be accepted again in their group. I think that he'd do anything.”

Well, he had a point there. I couldn't draw hasty conclusions but if Dan, a boyscout, turned against us then logically Collin would do what's best for them; Collin could now betray us or if captured, tell the whereabouts of the members.

“I'm just saying that we should tie him up too, until we prove he's on our side.”

I slowly turned to the black-haired boy. I didn't want to lose the game.

“Collin, I…”

“Come on! Are you going to believe all that load of crap he's saying??!!” he replied in panic. I lowered my head.

“Now,” Phil ordered, “put your hands behind your back.”

“Nick!”

“I'm sorry, Collin.” Then I shot him on the chest, the cold water damping his t-shirt.

Within seconds, we had him trussed up, gagged like the other prisoners, and set off through the woods the way we had come. We lead the four boys so they didn't stumble or fall until, after a long quiet stroll during which Dan didn't stop mphhhing, we arrived at our base, the clearing.

It was unusually quiet. There was no sign of Tyler or Chris.

“Hmmm, this is weird,” I said.

“Let's wait for a couple of minutes. They should be around here,” said Phil and sat Gus, Scott, Dan and Collin on a log. That's when I saw it – there on Dan's back.

“Phil, there's something I still don't understand.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“You told me Dan first tried to take you down but then you shot him while struggling on the dusty floor.”

“That's how it happened!” he said airily.

“Then how come the patch of water is on Dan's back and your shirt is so white and clean?” Dan hurriedly swung his head up and down, confirming my suspicions.

Phil turned pale. He knew I discovered it. It was impossible to wrestle on the filthy ground without getting dirty, and that patch was a proof that Phil shot him from behind when Dan had no chance of defending himself. At the same tense time, Klaus, Doug, and Rob showed up bringing with them two bound and gagged prisoners: Tyler and Chris. Phil didn't say a word in response; he looked triumphantly at me and slowly raised his water-pistol.

“Nicholas, drop your gun and raise your hands.” With a feeling of impending doom, I reached inside my pocket, took it out, and threw it at Phil's feet. He started walking in my direction.

“Goddamnit! Why did I have to ask???!!!” I thought as Phil approached. “Couldn't I have just attacked him or run away?!!! No, I had to say it; I had to show how smart I was by finding it out all by myself! Stupid! That's what I am.

“Again, that big mouth of mine puts me in more trouble. “

The traitor pulled a long coil of rope and I was already feeling the first loops around my wrists when all of a sudden Dan and Collin tackled Phil to the ground, using their bound bodies! It was a miracle! This was begging to get so unbelievable that I asked myself if I wasn't in a Hollywood movie!

“Mmmmphhhfffffff!” my saviors shouted through their gags, as though saying “RUN, YOU MORON, DON'T JUST STAND THERE THINKING!!!!”

I bolted towards the forest, running as fast my legs could – not that I was worried about their catching up on me since I was the fastest distance runner in all school (ehem, I do lack of false modesty) .

Still running, I thought, “I have to think – and fast.”

“I have to warn Adrian ,” I said turning north.

“But, is he involved in this too??”

My mind was racing and soon desperation fell upon me.

“I don't know!!!”

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Cats and Dogs, New World Order, The Watcher (Kind of creepy.. ;) ),

to be countiued

Both teams were kitted out with two bags of our standard bondage kit, with our logo on it. We sat in our tents and we heard a whistle blow. That was the signal to hide. I moved over to the far bush, while George moved over to the tree. After five minutes the whistle blew again. This was the signal to start. Showtime!

By now, it was night time. Extra fun! I came from the bush and moved over to the tree with George and climbed up. We had brought our own kit too. We had feathers and scarves and other things. We saw Ben make a run for the bush. I climbed down from the tree. I was creeping up behind Ben when a hand clamps over my mouth. I was wrestled and tape is put wrapped around my waist. I was soon bound + gagged with duct tape. George saw this but didn’t do diddly squat.

I was in the enemy tent, which is way bigger than ours. It has two compartments. A bedroom, and living area. I was on the floor, my gag was fantastic. A horrible sight met by eyes. Mike got out a bug roll of gigantic bin liners. I was laid down on top of the roll. These are the big industrial bin liners, and I fit in one snugly. I was forced to roll over again and again. I was put in another liner and rolled in that. It was thrilling. I always wanted to be wrapped in a bin liner, like you see on photos. I was placed in the bed compartment on the left bed. I was rolled in the covers and belts from my bag were used to secure the blanket. I was totally screwed.

George was on the way to the enemy tent. He used the back way, past my Granddad’s cabbage patch. There is a particular fence panel so low you can vault over it easily. George went over and approached the back of the enemy tent. Mike and Ben had put up a mini kind of fence using stakes and washing line. George climbed under to sneak into the back of the tent.

I was relieved to see George come through the back of the tent. He quickly untied me and we sneaked out of the back. By the time we had gotten back to our tent, we saw that it had been let down. We went to the garage and went in through the window. We unlocked the bondage box and got more equipment. This was going to be a big job.

Not after ten minutes did we see Mike. He is the best binder in the team. It would be more of a challenge to get Mike. We decided to mix with the big boys later. Still in his tent, Ben was watching where I was meant to be, yet he had no idea that I had escaped. Me and George came in and took him by surprise. We slung him over our shoulders and took him into the garage. We took the old chair (no arms) and secured him to it with tape. His mouth was done first, the we secured his arms to his sides, then his feet together, then his torso to the back of the chair. We decided not to tickle him, just watch him squirm and MMMPPPHH!!! It was a lot of fun. We decided to look for Mike.

It was surprisingly easy taking Mike. We tackled him and used his bondage equipment to stick him to a tree. We brought out Ben and we took pictures and video. After midnight, the kitchen time in the tree went off, therefore meaning truce. We untied our captives and went back to their tent as ours was down, and we watched TV, played games, then we went to bed. What happened then is another story though.

Please post if you want to hear more!

Anyway, I was in a small experience with a friend, David.

I invited David over to spend the night (We're both 13) one Friday. We did the general stuff like playing Gamecube and Texas Hold'em. We then defragmented my computer, as it was running slow. While that was going on, we got bored, so we decided to wrestle.

Now, David has about 30-35 pounds on me, and knows a few more moves then I do. All I can hope for is to get him in a headlock in a bad position.

I was complaining because David always ends up winning. So of course, I wanted an advantage. He suggested I tie his legs together. So I took out a Gamecube controller and bound his legs with it. And then we fought again. He ended up smashing me on the bed, and he had trouble getting up. Ow.

So we alternated for a while, as I wanted to try too. I never ended up winning. So we moved to the next step. Arms.

I tried a few times to bind his arms and it never worked. He never tried me. Eventually, David got kinda irritated and showed me how to tie a person's arms (I asked him how he knew this and he said he just "knew". Opinions?). So he tried it on me first with a few layers of yarn. It held up pretty well and he enjoyed beating me up.

Thankfully, he's a good sport. He let me tie his arms behind his back until it held. And after some basic "over and under the arm" ties, it held. He couldn't slip it off, let alone reach the knot. And we wrestled once more. I was winning (for once!) and I kept trying to go for his legs, but he was too strong. I got a few hits in and then he cornered me and used his weight for his advantage. He wouldn't get up, so I untied his arms.

We alternated it a few times, but then he was speaking of how he could do blindfolds, gags, and how he could hogtie a person. He didn't do much of it though. We wrestled once more after he blindfolded me with two socks and tied my arms behind my back. Then he turned the lights off.

I slipped out of the bind and got my arms out and then removed the blindfold (The blindfold was on tight though. He's just not that great with arms). We stopped and then realized something. Futurama was on! (For those who don't know, it's a really good animated show on Adult Swim). We quit the wrestling and watched TV and then went to sleep.

I know that the characters are tied-up and gagged for most of the movie. But it isn't even the right kinda bondage in my opinion...

What I'm looking for, in specific, is bondage, in a movie, when the character doesn't really get hurt. I'm just not a fan of seeing someone tied-up, and getting murdered in a movie...

Can anyone relate?

everybody, some real good stories. Thanks.

Observer2,
I think it's cool that you can have your Dad tie you up, and i think it's ok and hes a good friend as well as your Dad to do that for you. Just my opinion.

Jon

Have you visited "Boundit" at http://www.mtbmf.net/boundit/ ?

They have vidcaps of most every film containing bondage and also they have downloadable clips, which change whenever the site is updated.

There is some good stuff there.

Joe

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I was spending time with my father up in New Jersey when he told me and my sister that we were going to visit our cuzins. so after the 4 hour trip down i begin my usally way of " hey letts play cops and robbers" even though all i want is to tie one of them up. After caseing them around i catch the younger one Tot age 8 when she is standing in the middle of the room, I sneak up on her and put my hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming and force her to the ground. I pull out a bandana from my pocket and gag her with it. next i pull out my Jump rope ( Thats all i had with me at the time) and tie her hands to gether crisscross and tie it off so she cant reach the knot. then i dragg her out of the room and down to the basement scince we where home alone. Then i got a second jumprope

So i go back up stairs and there she is talking on the phone with her back to me, I sneak up behinded and handgag her before she can scream and pull out a third jumprope i got from the basement. I loop it around one of her wrist adn the proceed to tie the other one in a criscross fashin
and clench it off to form a split verticaly and tie the end pice to her jean and cloth skirt's belt loops. i then blind fold her and put about 6 loops of Ultra Duck Tape around her mouth and the ropes. as i led her down stairs to join her sister i accidently make her trip over her shoes whic i had pulled off when i fprced her to the ground. i didnt let her fall but she still was upset about it. we pressed on to the base ment where i duck taped her legs togeather while she was face down on the ground and the pulled out a small amount of string fron a box and tied her legs to a support pole all while she was still face down. i took some pictures of the both ( but have scince lost them) and when about unting them untill Tiara's boyfriend showed up. I had already untied Tot so she went and got the door. Omar walked down stairs and saw Tiara , and quietly called her Nickname " Ty, Ty are you ok" she just mmmphed back, he took it as a yes and proceed to untie her ( All while i was hidding in a box recording it all.) they whent upstaris and her parents had come home and we all got into trouble. Tot for letting a non-family memberin the house with out and adlut present, and Tie(Ty) for inviting a boy over and me for tieing them up

END

A long while ago my mom watched us as we sat down and we took turns taping each others hands and arms. Then we cralwded over and they put each other in a box and taped up he box for us to try to get out. AND I LOVED IT! But thats everything thats ever happened. I was 5 when that happened.

So, Kevin and Andrew came over to my house the day after Kevin tied Andrew and I up at about noon. I was still asleep, so I got a nice little awakening when they both grabbed a foot and started tickling. We went into the basement to play some pool, and Kevin proposed we play a special tournament.

We played two games, me and Kevin first and the winner of that game against Andrew. Whoever won the second game got to tie the other two up. Luckily, I’m a much better pool player than both of them, and I won both games before 12:30.

To get an idea of what we look like, read my other story, After Work Today. Today, I was wearing blue jeans with boxer briefs, no shirt, and my white and black DC Avatars with black socks. Kevin was wearing a red shirt, which he actually borrowed from me a couple days ago, jeans, and his blue and white ES Accel shoes with white socks. Andrew was wearing a green shirt, black shorts, and his red and white Adidas Superstar 2G shoes and white socks.

So, I told Andrew to lay down on the pool table. He did, and I went to get some supplies. I came back with some rope and duct tape. I took Andrew’s hand and looped a cord of rope around it three tiems before cinching it off. I tied the other end of the rope to the leg of the pool table and repeated the process to his other wrist. At this point, it had become apparent that Andrew had become excited, by the looks of it. Lol. Then I tied his feet in the same fashion.

After I finished tying Andrew, I moved onto Kevin. I told him to lay down ontop of Andrew, but to lay face down. I tied him just like I tied Andrew, but after I took his, well, my shirt off him and put it on me.

“Hey, it’s cold down here!”

“Well then, you shouldn’t have worn my shirt!”

Then I took both their shoes off along with their socks, and put Andrew’s socks in Kevin’s mouth and Kevin’s in Andrew’s. I duct taped their mouths together, just like Kevin had done the day before to me and Andrew. Then I decided that I wanted to play a little game.

“Hey guys, I’ve got an idea. How bout I hide your shoes, and if you find them when I untie you, then you get to pick a pair of my shoes that you can keep. But the downside is, if you can’t find them by the time you go home, I get to keep them. So, what do you say?”

Of course, I didn’t have any idea what they said because of the gags, but I could tell they were o.k. with it because of their pitiful attempt at nodding their heads. So, I went and got two tube socks and blindfolded them. Then, I hid their shoes in a little trap door cupboard thing in my room that I knew they didn’t know about.

Then I went over and tickled the hell out of them, and they were freaking out. I started at their feet and moved to their stomachs. I tickled them for about an hour, then figured they should be untied.

They searched for a couple hours for their shoes, and even after all that time, they couldn’t find them. Andrew got kind of pissed because that was his favorite pair of shoes and told me he wanted his shoes back.

“We made a deal man.”

“Well then, I want compensation.”

He lunged on me, and then grabbed the ropes. He tied my hands behind my back and laid me on the pool table. Before I could get up, he tied my legs together, and finished me by hog-tying me. He took my shoes and said, his will do I guess.”

Kevin said that a deal was a deal, and told Andrew to give me back my shoes.

Andrew said he would but not until he had a bit of fun with me. He gagged me with my socks and duct tape and started tickling me. Then he changed his mind and put my shoes on, and told Kevin to shut up when he started to argue. Then he untied me, and had to go home. Kevin stayed for a little, and we played PS2 for a while before he left.

I already got my shoes back, but that’s a story to tell later. I still have their shoes.

Tell me what you thought of this story.

Someone up above me posted about TUGs in The Fairly Oddparents. I've got to admit, there are a lot. I'll make a small list

1: When Timmy makes a radio show called "Double T in the morning", he ruins Vicky's Babysitting service. Vicky comes for him and corners him while he's on a chair. She punches the wall, takes some wire out, spins the chair, and ties him up.
2: Timmy gets the voice of Chip Skylark and gets the part for the school play. The girl in it (Trixie) is involved in a kidnapping and is tied to a chair with a bomb next to it (For the play). After Timmy and Chip upstage her at the end, still tied, she hops out of the room
3: Chester and AJ, Timmy's friends, try to retain their job for the school newspaper. They try to make up a story of how Timmy bound, gagged, and stuffed his parents in bowling bags and used the insurance money to buy new things and new parents (Almost exact words!). It's repeated a few times in the episode.

There's a lot more, but those are the ones that come to mind.

And a good story Skate Shoe Lover. Any others?

and have you ever tied up ur farther?

Also, if any1 wants to roleplay or something feel free to IM me....

Matt: You've got a good catchy start there, so work with the next part and please post it.

I'm looking forward to the rest of your stories, man! :)

Don't let your fans down!

And: I am sure that the group definitely does not like traitors - and I'm looking forward to read about the traitors' punishment. If I were a member of the group, I'd have some ideas as to how to punish them ...

Observer 2, do allow me to be curious. Did you ever talk with your Father about those games? Or did they "just happen"? How did you manage those untamed excitements when you were tied up? Obviously you can choose not to answer to questions that make you feel uncomfortable. Thanks and/or sorry.

Peace Out

i would have awoken if he used rope but he just put duct tape around my wrisits and ankles and just a little rope around me to keep me teathered to the wall suport thing

and i only lost consinues for like a few mintues , and i cant really control when i wake up?

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My parents were leaving for the airport, then are going for there cruise etc.....Jacks was 18, and i was 13

Jack and me(Garret) waved at our parents as they backed outta the drive way , as we walked into our house he said "i guess its just you and me", yah right i thought he would be calling his guy friends over soon, and then my toture would begin!!(gulp)

-------couple mintutes later the door bell rang!

oh no i didnt have time to hide! i crept away as my brother went to answer the door

i ran up to the second floor , and went in the " work out room"

i heard voices coming closer and closer ....
then one of the guys kicked the door open ( it wasnt even locked) 4 guys came in one being my brother , Andrew , Nick,and Carter and well Jack

they had this big box in their hands,uh oh i thought, only could contain ....then one of the guys , ran behind me and clamped his hand on my mouth , "mpphphhhh"( the guy was andrew pretty big guy ,tall large body, hands,legs etc)

he had hangagged me cause all the windows were open and the houses in the nabourhood were pretty close..

with his free hand he held my body still, then his friends were all duct taping my wrists, ankles , Jack took a ballgag outta the box and put it on me,that was the first time i ever seen/wore a ballgag and beleive me they work very well

The guys all looked pleased, and Carter said why dont we carry him around the house with us? ( i was please with that decision i wouldnt mind watching them play video games or wrestle etc..then a bandana was placed on over my eyes .... I was lifed off my feet and carried down a the stiar i think. they laid me down on a coach in a sit up position, and removed the ballgag , i gasped for air was just about to yell some swears, then a hand was placed over my mouth , it seemed that they were taking turns handgagging me? a few times they would plugg my nose too but they didnt ever hold it long enough for me to "pass out" i heard the ps2 come on, i was now on ones lap and he had handgagged me for like probably half an hour, i was passed around the room i think and there was always a hand on my mouth? i know started to "mhhpp" "trying to say my mouth is sore" and really dry , and i have to use the washroom" i was lifted yet again and i was now held (like how a husband carries his wife after a wedding)..... and one arm held my legs and and another keeping me quite.

i was placed on a bed and he/them applied the ballgag against..
i heard the door shut and i was alone i think, i mmmmhppppp for a while , i rolled off the bed as i struggled ....i had now given up hope i was surprised that a little tape couldnt redeme me completly unable...

much more happened ....throw the 2 weeks
if you wanna hear them i will post them

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So there I was, tied up on the floor with Rachel straddled on top of me with her hand over my mouth. My mom had just given her permission to do what she wanted with me.
“Now you’re gonna pay!”
I was desperately trying to plead with Rachel and my mom to let me go, to no avail of course. She forced me on to me feet and made me hop up to her room, something hard to do when your movement is restricted. I had three hours until she had to run off to cheerleading practice, so I braced myself for three hours of tickle torture.
She started off by brushing her fingers against my bare feet, just one of many extremely ticklish parts of my body. I rolled around on her bed, trying desperately to wiggle away from her.
“How do you like it?”
“MMMMMM!”
“What’s wrong? Are you ticklish?”
“MMMMM!”
Fifteen more minutes of tickling my feet, and Rachel soon grew tired of conventional tickle torture, and longed for a more effective way.
“I’ll be right back…don’t go anywhere.”
At this point, I thought I was as embarrassed as I would be, and was ready to extract my revenge on Rachel. Now all I had to do was to squirm out of those pesky ropes. I managed to loosen the ropes around my legs using one of the banisters on the bed, but that’s about as far as I got before my sister and mom walked back into the room.
“MMMMM!”
“Hey what do ya think you’re doing!”
Rachel jumped on top of me and held my legs in place until my mom could retie my legs together, tighter than before. My mom sat down on the bed beside me and placed her hand on my leg and began teaching Rachel how to effectively tickle me. She pointed out all of the areas of the body that are commonly ticklish, as well as some other parts of the body. My mom demonstrated how to tickle each part of the body, using her fingers and a feather she had brought with her.
“Now watch me closely and how I tickle your brother.”
Rachel giggled and scooted next to me as my mom began digging her fingers into my ribs. I shouted trough my gag, laughing hysterically and begging for her to stop. It took her about two hours in total to tickle every square inch of my body, and I do mean every square inch. By the time she was done, I was very close to wetting myself, which would have been an unbelievable embarrassment.
“When am I gonna get my turn mom?”
“Well, I guess you’ll have to wait until after cheerleading practice. Don’t worry; I’ll make sure he doesn’t get comfortable. Now go get ready.”
I guess I should describe my mom to you; she has brown hair that’s kinda cut short, about 5’8, and was wearing a plain brown T-shirt and pretty tight jeans.
Well, it doesn’t get much more uncomfortable than where I was then. I had my mom straddled on top of me tickling my feet with a feather while my sister was across the room stripping down to her underwear putting on her uniform. I was trying not to pee my pants from the constant brushing of the feather against my feet, while trying to turn over onto my stomach to hide my uh…..excitement. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not into my mom or sister, but having a woman on top of you while you’re tied up is more then a little stimulating.
Tears were running down my face by the time my mom stopped, and the only reason she did stop was to take Rachel off to her practice. This left me with an open opportunity to escape, or so I thought. It turns out that one of Rachel’s friends were able to give her a ride to practice, leaving my mom home alone with me. She came back upstairs and into the room, looking at me a little funny.
“Why are you on your stomach?”
I froze, fearing what was to come. She began rolling me over onto my back. I fought against her with all my available strength, which wasn’t much in my current state. Once I was on my back she stood a few feet away with her hands on her hips and examined me, looking for the reason I was acting so strange. It didn’t take her long to find out what my problem was.
She down on the bed next to me, and put her hand down on my upper leg, which really didn’t help me out much. I then had to lay through the most awkward conversation I’ll probably ever go through. She gave me the whole speech of how it’s normal for boys my age to be experiencing these feelings and that there’s nothing to be ashamed of.
“MMMMMPPPPHHH!” Was all I could say in my defense.
“What’s that?”
“MMMMMMMMMMM!”
She straddled me again and peeled off the tape and removed the socks stuffed in my mouth. I tried to tell her that I wasn’t really enjoying the experience, and that I didn’t like being tied up.
“You’re a horrible liar.”
And with that said, she gagged me again, except she stuffed my mouth with a pair of my sister’s underwear instead of her socks and taped my mouth shut to seal them in.
“When your sister and her friends get back from practice, we’ll have more fun then. Until then I’ll leave you here to think about whether or not you’ll pick on Rachel again.

To be continued… if you want me to continue.

This story goes back awhile ago. My friend, Billy, and I were in 8th grade. Billy was a great friend of mine, I practically grew up with him. What was weird, though, is that we were the best of friends, but completely the opposite. He was athletic, I wasn’t. He was hyper, I was calm. He wasn’t so “smart” when it came to school and I was a good student. He loved sports and fitness, I loved comics and video games. But still we were best friends, when you seen one of us you always seen the other. People even thought we were brothers because we look alike, a little bit. Anyway, it was a Saturday and Billy came over to my house. Due to some problems he was having at home, he asked if he could sleep over, of course I said yes, and his mom agreed too. So that night we were playing some video games and we started to talk about what girls we liked and would ask out and so on. Billy was basically the “ladies man”. He was tall, somewhat muscular guy. He had dark brown hair and that night I believe he wore bulky blue jeans, and a jersey of some sort. The kid was only in 8th grade and he already had 3 or 4 girlfriends. Anyway, It had to be 12:00 at night and we started to get a little crazy, it’s like we were drunk without alcohol. Anyway when Billy thought a girl was attractive he would always say things like, “I would drug her” or “I want to knock her out”. It was clear to me that he had a fetish for unconscious girls, and I had evidence to back it up:

1. Billy had a weak heart for blood and when he seen just a little bit of it, he would faint. He would always tell me the story and he seemed that he liked it.

2. There was this part in a video game were you got to knock this girl out and drag her freely to a destination. I remember I was on the computer while Billy was playing this game and he would knock her out over and over again and drag her around. He basically did the same thing in this other game, where you got to use chloroform on anyone.

3. We were at his house listening to music on his computer’s media player , and when he left to go to the bathroom, I looked under his videos and he had all these sample videos of girls being drugged and carried around the house.

I’m an understanding person, I wasn’t going to make fun of him or tell anyone, Hell, I liked it too as long as it involved bondage. So anyway I confronted him and asked him.
“You like it don’t you? You like seeing girls knocked out?” I asked.
He got really nervous.
“Yeah, I do.” he replied quietly.
I figured I had to make him more comfortable .
“Yeah, so that’s your fetish?” I said, “That’s ok, I like bondage.”
He was surprised I said that. I never told anybody that I like bondage.
“How did you know what my fetish was?” he asked.
“Well you kinda talked about it a lot.” I said, I figured I would leave it at that.
“So what is bondage exactly?” he asked.
“Well, there’s a lot of different kinds, but I like the more simple stuff. No domination, or hurting the women. I just like to see women tied up and gagged, simple as that.” I replied.
He shook his head, “Oh, ok.”
Then there was one of those weird awkward pauses. I sat down and looked at my watch.
“Hey,” he said to me in a shaky voice, “Can you pretend to knock me out?”
I sorta laughed, “I, I guess.”
“Can you, like, drag me around and stuff?” he asked once more.
“Ok” I said.
I really couldn’t believe he was asking me to do this, Billy always acted like a big macho bad ass, and now he wanted me to “drag him around”.
“Hey, you could tie me up if you want.” Billy said, “But what would you do it with?”
I went to my desk and pulled out a roll of silver duct tape.
“Is this ok?” I asked.
“Yeah that’s fine” he said.
I felt kind of uncomfortable, I never tied up a guy before, but I figured it would be a new experience.
I’ve read tons of stories about a guy playfully tying up another guy on the internet, even on this board , so I figured it would be all right.
Any who, Billy said to pretend I drugged his drink and when he drank it he fell to the ground and went limp. I honestly didn’t know If I could pick him up because he was a little bigger than me, but I figured I could since we used to do wrestling moves on each other. I grabbed his wrists and dragged around my room as he play “unconscious”. I then dragged him around with my arms around his stomach and threw him to my floor. I figured I could be more rough with him because he was a guy, since I was always afraid that I would hurt a girl while dragging her around. Then as I stated in my previous stories, my foot fetish started to kick in. I would always have a girl barefoot when I tied them up mainly because I thought girls feet were pretty, and I just wanted to see them. I never really cared to see a guy’s feet. I figured since Billy was an athlete they would be all beat up and stuff, but I didn’t care. I dragged him by his ankles and pretended that his socks came off when I was dragging him, but of course I pulled them off. And to my surprise Billy feet weren’t bad , I was wrong. His feet were HUGE , and his soles were soft and smooth. They even looked like girl’s feet. I then put him on my shoulders and threw him on my bed. I took the roll of duct tape and started to wrap it around his wrists, and then his ankles. I took some thin rope and put him in a hogtie, mainly so his big feet were in the air. I then took a final strip of tape and gagged him with it. I softly tapped his head.
“Wake up!” I said.
Billy pretended to wake up and looked in the mirror to see the predicament he was in. He struggled and whipped around. He couldn’t get loose. He looked at me as if he were to say, “Geez I really can’t get loose!” he was pretty surprised. I figured I wouldn’t untie him. I watched some TV as he tried to talk through his gag. His would mmmmppphh madly at me, I left him hogtied for about 30 minutes. I then untied him.
“God, thanks for tying me up.” he joked. “Don’t tell anyone at school!”
“No problem.” I said.
We really didn’t talk about it at all after that. But it was a good experience. It was the first time I ever tied up a guy and I enjoyed it. Neither of us was “turned on” by it, we just had a good fun time. I’d still rather tie up a girl anytime, but this was nice too.
And my next story will be when I first tied up my girlfriend.

PS: I even took some pictures of my experience with my webcam. I can try to dig the pics up(there’s only 2 or 3) and post the link here if you guys want. Just ask.

Is there by any chance someone out there that lives in Monterrey, México and like bondage. Clean Bondage, nothing violent just to have all the power over young, nice girls.

Oooppsss got to go, rain is here again.

M.

All your experiences are quite diverse. I never know what to expect from your stories. That's pretty cool.

Eagerly awaiting your next story!

PS - you got more to tell involving Jane?

Some more questions: How old are you in the story, what was you wearing?

Thanks

Two days ago

This happened two days ago in my Nan’s back yard. Me and Ben were practicing bondage. We were in the garage in the hole under the car that my granddad uses to service the car in. We had a chair and a pole in there. We had been practicing for about an hour when Mike came over. George didn’t want to come over after what we did to him a month ago (consult my forum) so it was just Me, Mike, and Ben. We were a little edgy over Mike as he is the greatest binder ever.

Me and Ben went for a pee and we saw through he kitchen window
that Mike had closed the garage door. After our pee Me and Ben went into the garage through the window to see Mike in out bondage cupboard. Me and Ben thought about what to do. We came in and said

“What ya dooin”

Mike explained how he was going to tie us all up for spying on him. Even me and Ben can’t get a thug like Mike tied up. We just surrendered, I was on the pole, Ben was on the chair. Mike was looking through the bondage cupboard. We were roped very simply yet effectively to the pole and chair. Out arms were roped to our sides, and our feet and knees were done more effectively than usual, so we couldn’t hop up the ladder. We were needlessly gagged with just tape. I have no idea, why, but just tape was actually quite effective.

We were at the mercy of Mike, who called over George saying it was ok. George reluctantly came over. As Mike opened the electric garage door, George was cautiously carrying his bondage kit. Mike assured him that there was nobody here but him and George. Mike closed the garage door. We tried to warn George, but our gags did the job and the lights were out. We heard George shout

“Oh f*** not again!”

We heard a crash, a rustling, and then the sound of tape being pulled. Since there was nothing to tie George to, Mike finished it of with a nice hogtie. George was totally pissed off. He was mega-mhhpping to be let loose, yet to no avail. Mike was busy taking pictures, but I haven’t seen them yet. It was always Mike winning. We were fed up. This story ends with us being unbound, but George was totally pissed. I did get him today, but he stormed off. We feel that George is no longer into tie up, so we just left him.

It was a sad time.
(But it was also a lot of fun too!)

That is how it happened.
Very sad *sniffle*

PS. Does anyone want to talk on MSN? Please contact me ASAP!

And Nick H, what is your last name?

The two of them walked over to Robert and me, and whithdrew from their pockets none other than more rope. Josh lifted our chests off the ground a little to provide Mark with some space for their next procedure.

Mark took the rope, about 20 feet long, and began wrapping it around Roberts and my chests. (for those of you who are new, we were tied back to back) After winding the rope very tightly around us 5 or 6 times, he began to, what seemed at least, cinch it off behind both of our backs.

I felt his hands against my back doing something different than cinching, sort of like he was tying it in the middle of our backs. After this was completed, Mark picked up our feet and the two of them carried us to the other side of the basement laundry/storage room.

They set us back down on the floor, and Mark reached over for the remaning length of rope that was left over from tying our chests together. I was wondering why there was that much rope left (about 9 feet of it!) when I spotted some wieghts on the floor right next to us...kind of.

I then looked to the right, which was actually the ceiling because I was on my side, and saw the enourmous hook that was used for their dad's wieght set, the kind that you put a rope through and lift the wieghts by pulling on a rope. The only thing was that there were no wieghts attached to it.

Mark lifted the piece of rope up to Josh, who was on a chair, and he put the rope through the hook. Then, holding onto the rope, he jumped down from the chair. I could feel a slight pull on my stomach and knew what was coming. Sure enough, the two of them heaved us up, so that we were dangling about 1 foot off the ground, and our heads almost hit the ceiling.

Josh, being the stronger one, held the rope with all his might while Mark moved the weights onto the rope that was now on the floor. By this time, Robert and I were mmmmmmppppphhhhhing like crazy, at least as much as we could because it was hard to breathe. I could feel Roberts hands frantically moving to untie his bindings and get us down.

Josh ran out of the room and shortly came back with a camera. He took a few pictures of us bound, gagged, and dangling above the basment floor. Then Mark walked over to us and started tickling the bottoms of our feet. We were thrashing around and mmmmmmmppppppphhhhhhhhing into our gags like no other, while Josh took pictures.

After 10 minutes of this (it may not seem all that long, but to us it seemed like an hour), they turned out the lights and left the room. They LEFT us dangling above the floor! After the basement door had shut, I heard the side door leading into the kichen open and more footsteps entering...

To Be Continued...

Constantine: It must have been a very nice experience indeed. Really interesting. Did you repeat it? Well, if you find the pics please post a link to them.

t-man: Sorry, can't tell you that. If it helps, it has five letters.

The night before our parents left Tara came into my room and said to me in a tone that scared me at the time.
She said that all the week our parents were away i was hers and her friends to control.I scoffed and said she wouldn't be trying anything.
She left and i guessed that she was going to have her friends round for most of the week.I decided i had to be on my guard all week.

The next day our parents left and Tara said to me that 2 of her friends were coming to stay for the week with Tara.I didn't argue.
About 30 minutes later Tara's 2 friends arrived.They were Sophie who helped make me up the last time and a girl called Vicki.
Sophie was 16 and Vicki 15.

Now when they had settled in i was in the kitchen and Sophie came through and said that they had plans for me.I asked what they were but all Sophie would say was that i would find out soon enough.She then gave me a little kiss on the cheek and went back into the living room.I went upstairs to my bedroom and locked my door.
It was by now 4 in the afternoon and my sister shouted me from the bottom of the stairs to come downstairs because she needed me to help her with something.I unlocked my door and went to ask my sister what she needed help with but she wasn't at the bottom of the stairs anymore.I guessed this was them making their move.I walked downstairs and headed towards the living room.

Before i got in there i noticed someone trying to hide behind the closet door in the hallway.I started to walk back to the stairs when Sophie ran at me from the living room while Vicki who was hiding behind the closet door headed towards me as well.Tara was coming out from the living room as well.I ran up the stairs with all 3 girls on my tail.I got into my room and just managed to lock it before the girls started banging on the door.
I shouted that they had to do better than that to get me.I was to find out that they would do better later that night.Around 10pm i decided i was going to go to bed.I headed down the stairs.I noticed that my sister and her friends were not downstairs so i headed to the kitchen to pour myself a drink before i went to bed.
As i finished pouring my drink Sophie came into the kitchen.She noticed me jump and she said that she wasn't going to try anything.I was about to drink my drink when Tara shouted me from the top of the stairs.I put my drink down and head into the hallway.Tara just says to me that i had better clean my teeth before i go to bed.I thought this weird as my sister knows i always clean my teeth.Anyway i thought nothing of it and went back to the kitchen.Sophie was washing a glass she had used and went back upstairs.I drank all my drink and went into my bedroom.
I got into bed and layed there waiting to go to sleep.
I eventually drifted off.
I was to be surprised and shocked when i woke up the next morning.

I woke up the next morning and i was unable to move.My wrists were tied tightly with rope to the headboard above me and my ankles were tied tightly to the bottom of the bed.I tried to get free but the knots were tight and i realised i wasn't getting free.I shouted my sister about 5 times and Tara,Sophie and Vicki all walked into the room. Tara said to her 2 friends" awww look who is awake.How are you little brother?"She laughed as she said it.I said why am i tied up? Sophie answered that she did say that they did have plans for me.They all laughed at me as i tried struggling.
I asked how they managed to tie me up while i was sleeping because i would have felt something and woken up.
Tara then said" but u wouldn't dear brother.You remember when you were getting a drink last night and Sophie was in the kitchen with you and i shouted you into the hallway?Well while you were distracted talking to me Sophie slipped a couple of sleeping pills into your drink so you would sleep through it"

They then started tickling my sides and i started squirming around a lot.Sophie then jumped on top of me a straddled me so i didn't move too much while Vicki and Tara tickled me.There was then a knock on the door.Tara got up and went to the door to answer it.
I heard it was one of our neighbours so i started to shout.Sophie quickly clamped her hand tightly over my mouth to keep me quiet.About 5 minutes later Tara came back to the bedroom and said the neighbour was just dropping off some groceries for us.Tara said to me shouting out was not a good idea and that just made it a hundred times worse for myself.Sophie still had her hand over my mouth so i couldn't really reply.
Tara then said to Vicki to go get the stuff from her room.Vicki left and got about 5 bags of stuff.She dumped them on the floor and Tara asked Vicki to pass some duct tape.Tara got the duct tape and then picked up one of my dirty socks off the floor saying that will have to do for now.
Sophie removed her hand and Tara shoved the sock in my mouth and quickly wrapped some duct tape around my head.
I mmmmphd at them to let me go but they just laughed.
Tara then said they were going downstairs for breakfast and they would be back up soon to tell me what they would be doing to me.They then left the room all laughing.Sophie even turned around and gave me a mocking wave.
.........to be continued ...........
Can i get myself free? What tortures do the girls have in store for me?
I will post more tomorrow

Constatine if you ever find those pictures I would like to see them, you can email them if its easier for you.

This happen last week.

On Wednesday me and my friends, Connor 13, and the brothers, Roger 11 and Pete 13 had come back from swimming early from the Park. It was only a bit dark and a few clouds in the sky, but they all thought it was going to rain and wanted to leave the pool.

We were at Pete and Roger's house on their back porch patio and I kept teasing them for being so scared of a little rain and spoiling our day swimming. I said "see, I told you it wasn't going to rain, and I bet it still won't"
They all still thought it would and we ended up betting that the loser would get tied up and get rained on right in the back yard. I was happy and ok with this because I thoght I would get to tie them all three at one time, and poke fun at them. I was the only one who bet that it wouldn't rain in the next hour. Well, about ten minutes later it started sprinkling, and they were all yelling "You lose Jon!".

Then it was them laughing and teasing me for being dumb enough to take the bet, and Pete began tying my hands behind my back while Connor and Roger tied my ankles and legs. They took their time, and did a good job too, and it was still only raining a little. But I could see some big dark clouds up in the sky now.

Connor and Peter picked me up and carried me out to the yard and put me on the wet grass face down. I was only wearing my swim suit, so I didn't mind that so much. Then Roger said, "Lift your feet up", and tied a rope around and between my ankles, then connected it to my hands. He pulled them together till my fingers could touch my heels. It was a really good hogtie, and I already knew I wasn't going to get out of it.
I was already sorry I had opened my big mouth and made such a stupid bet.

Pete wanted to make it even harder for me, and tied another rope above my elbows and pulled them close together. Then he said, "open up", and when I started to say "why?", he stuffed one of my own socks in my mouth and tied it in with a handkerchief. Worked too, cause I couldn't say anything that made any sense after that.

They all ran back to the patio just as it started raining more, then it really started comming down hard. I was wriggling and moving around a lot trying to find any loose knots or get some slack, but the ropes was tight and all the knots away from my fingers. All that happened was me getting muddy from the wet grass and ground. I guess I looked really funny, cause I could hear the guys laughing their heads off at me rolling around in the mud.

They left me out there like that for about 30 or 40 minutes, till it stopped raining, then came out and untied me, after a bit of tickling and joking with me.
I was a mess, so I used the garden hose to wash off all the mud and grass before I went home. I got a lot of teasing from that too.

As it turned out we had more fun in the rain than we would have at the pool, at least they did at my expense. But it was a lot of fun for me too. And I got cooled off in the rain after all.

Again, thanx for the positive feedback, and to answer just a few ?'s, no this was the only time I actually tied up another guy, it was fun, but I rather tie up girls. And Yes, I do have a few more stories where I tie up Jane, in fact I just seen her earlier today. Well, I'll
get another story up soon, but anyway here's the crappy pics:

(I believe this is just his feet when i was tying him)
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(This is Billy in a hogtie)
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(And, this is the last one of Billy in a hogtie, he was so mad when he found out I took a pic, he called me a jerk, i called it collateral)
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Write Again,

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I found out later that the pictures were Sophie's idea.Tara then said that i would be dressed and made up like a girl but each of the girls had a different outfit to dress me in.Tara then said that i had to pick a girl and i would have to wear the clothes that girl had picked.Also all 3 girls had different ways to tie me up and whoever i picked would get to use her idea to tie me up.Tara then said that they would give me 5 minutes to think and they all left again.
I started thinking who would be best to pick.I also tried getting free but whoever had tied my wrists had done a really good job.
5 minutes later and they all came back.Vicki came over to me and took the tape off my mouth.I spat out the sock which had left a bad taste in my mouth.Tara asked me if i had made a decision and i said yes.
I decided to pick Sophie.Sophie suddenly got this evil smile and i knew there and then that i had made a wrong choice.I tried to change my mind but Vicki said that they had to take my first answer.Tara then came over and untied my wrists while Vicki untied my ankles.
Tara then said if i tried running away they would all capture me again and this time tie me to a tree outside so everyone could see me.
Sophie then led me into the bathroom and passed me a bag and told me to change into the clothes in the bag.
I locked the bathroom door and started to change.
Sophie had picked a short top ,a very short mini skirt,black tights and black knee high leather boots.There was also a black leather jacket in the bag which i had to wear.

After i had changed i came out of the bathroom and Sophie grabbed hold of me.She dragged me downstairs where Tara and Vicki were waiting with ropes and tape.
Tara and Vicki both looked at me and laughed.Sophie told me to sit on a chair while they put the make up on me.Tara and Vicki put gloss and glitter on me while Sophie put some dark red lipstick on me and painted my fingernails red.
Just then the phone rang.Tara went and answered it.About 5 minutes later Tara came back in and said that was Vicki's mum.Vicki had to go home so I was left sitting on the chair while Tara and Sophie said goodbye.
Now i was not tied up at this point and could have ran but i was worried about the pictures and what my sister would do to me for the rest of the week.
5 minutes later Tara and Sophie came back into the living room.Sophie said that her plan was now going to be put in action.
Sophie grabbed a scarf and tied it tightly over my eyes and i could see a little bit but then Sophie got the duct tape and wrapped it around the scarf.It was now a good blindfold.I was in total darkness.Sophie then told me to stand up.I asked her what they were going to do with me.Sophie said "that was for them to know and for me to find out. hahaha" Sophie then told me to lay on my stomach.I did so and Sophie then got my wrists and tied them tightly crossed behind my back with rope.While Sophie was doing this Tara was tightly tying my ankles with rope.Sophie then got a length of rope and used it to put me in a hogtie.They both got up and laughed.I asked them if they had finished.Sophie cupped my face in her hands and said" Finished? i haven't even started yet.I have a lot more planned for you."
Tara and Sophie then started tickling my sides.I started to thrash about and screaming out loudly.They stopped for a moment and Tara said to Sophie"look Sophie you forgot to gag him" Sophie then put something in my mouth.I wasn't sure what it was but i thought it was just my socks.i was to find out differently later on though.Sophie then wrapped duct tape around my mouth and head about 6 times.
I mmmphd and tried to squirm away before they started tickling me again.but they got me and started frantically tickling me.i couldn't do anything to get away and they didn't stop.I was laughing so badly i was in tears of laughter.

After 15 minutes of tickling they stopped and left the room.I then realised in my struggles while being tickled the rope on my wrists had loosened.I struggled hard and managed to get my right wrist free.I started untying all the ropes.After untying my ankles, i had already taken the blindfold off, i got the tape off my mouth and spat out what was in my mouth.It was panties.
I started to get up when i heard Sophie scream at me.She kicked me and i fell to the floor.
Sophie then said to me that i will now pay for getting free.She shouted Tara to get her bag quickly.Sophie then jumped on top of me,holding my wrists behind my back.Tara came running in with the bag.
Sophie asked Tara if there was anywhere in the house they could tie me to.Tara said best go to the basement.They then both got me up and dragged me down to the basement.
Now in our basement is some strong wooden support beams.Sophie dragged me over to one and put my wrists behind my back around the beam.Sophie then said "let's see you get free from this"Sophie rummaged in her bags and then before i could move I heard a clicking and felt cold around my wrists.Sophie had got real handcuffs and had cuffed my hands behind my back to the support beam.Sophie and Tara stood in front of me and laughed.Tara then got the rope and tied my legs to the support beam.She also got a length of rope and tied it around the chain of the handcuffs and brought the rope down and connected it to the rope tying my ankles.I now couldn't move my hands very much.Sophie then got the duct tape and was holding the panties in her hands.Sophie said" you remember these?These are my panties and i hope they taste nice because guess where they are going.I shut my mouth but Tara tickled my sides and my mouth opened.Sophie stuffed the panties in my mouth and wrapped the duct tape around my mouth about 5 times."There that should keep you quiet" Sophie said.
Tara then said that i will be punished extra for getting free.They both then started tickling me again.I mmmmmphd at them to stop but they didn't.
They did this for 45 minutes with occasinal breaks inbetween.Tara then said they were going to watch tv so they both left me in the basement bound and gagged and still dressed as a girl.
About 3 hours later they both came back downstairs.Tara said that they were thinking wether to let me go or leave me there all night.Sophie then whispered something in Tara's ear.Tara laughed and Sophie went upstairs.
Tara then said to me that it would be up to me.Now Tara would untie me but only if i agreed with some conditions that Sophie had just said.I nodded my head.Tara took the tape off my mouth and took the panties out.Tara said the conditions were that for the rest of the week i would have to remain dressed in Sophie's clothes.I said ok.And secondly i would have to agree that i would have to let Sophie tie me up on her own whenever Sophie felt like it.I said yes.Tara then untied me and we both went upstairs.
I gave Sophie the panties she had used to keep me quiet but she said "no keep them as a souvenir".
So i kept my side of the bargain and i stayed in Sophie's clothes all week and i let Sophie tie me up when she wanted to as well.
I do have more stories to come as Sophie did tend to get me a lot as well as my sister as well.
Hope you all liked the story and feedback is greatly appreciated.

good luck

Martin

GreenBeretUsetaBe

P.S. that's cool Larry, I'm really thinking about joining the Armored Calvery.

"You two need to do some bonding today and think about what you have both just done."

She wrapped the serand wrap around our bodies pressing them together and wrapped tape around both of our mouths 3 times keeping our heads together. After that, she left and right before, says that she will be back in the morning around 8 so that would give us 12 hours to stay together. Well all i can say about that night was that it made us no closer, rather it made my sister want to kill me. We eventually fell asleep and woke with my mom untying us. It was a long car ride home.

I just remembered another method I actually used once while camping, which was to tell my friend that I was planning to tie up another kid (actually the little brother of another friend who was going to be coming on a later camping trip), and I wanted to see if what I planned was secure enough or too scary/uncomfortable since he was a few years younger.

My friend seemed a bit surprised that I wanted to "test-drive" the tie-up, but mainly that I planned on tying up the other kid, so he agreed to do it.

For the record (and since this site is about tie-up games, not tie-up strategies), the tie-up was to be stretched out in a net hammock (the kind you suspend between a couple of trees or posts), wrists and ankles tied off to the hammock supports. It wasn't bad really, and I remember wondering how long I could stay like that, and whether it would be possible to sleep there, but didn't end up staying that long. I think I got free by myself but don't recall the exact details.

And no, I didn't get the chance to try it on the other kid.

One day, after practice, we went over to my house to shower and hang out. And revenge was ever on my mind. I let him go first. So while he got in, I had time to get what I needed. Primarily duct tape. He seemed to be taking a while. So after he was done, I barged in with the duct tape ready. However, what I hadn't notived was that he had left to get his stuff while I went to get the tape. So a few seconds later, he walked in behind me. He was like:
"What are you doing?"
I had to laugh. And I told him that I was going to.....tie him up. He said to let him shower and after we both showered we'd talk about it. We did. We came to the conclusion of this: Deathmatch. We would combat each other uding the divine game known as Halo. Whoever won, would get to tie the other up. I knew it would be me. Fortunately, I got the drop on him, and I beat him. He was a little upset about losing and offered the "best of 3", but I eventually said yes. But I beat him the next time too. So I said, "Now you have to wear your football brief". He didn't like it at first, but gave in as I reminded that I was more than gracious.

From there he was a pretty good sport. He went to the bathroom and changed into his football brief. I led him to the bed. I taped each arm and leg to each post, using mostly duct tape. I put a strip of duct tape around his mouth to gag him. Then I put a strip around his head, only this time it was backwards to not pull out his hair. Then I wrapped it normally on top of the strand. He "Mmmpphed" and "Mmmmmmmm-ed" to let me know that it worked.

So there he was laying on my bed, all tied up and gagged in his football brief. He worked out, just like I did, so he lloked very good in his brief and all tied up. It felt so good to have revenge. But this...this was only the beginning. I had evil intentions in mind. I left, just to come back, to light some candles around. I walked over to Michael who was seemingly enjoying it and I told him this was my revenge. So I took not 1 but 2 briefs and put them on his head. He could see through the leg holes in 1, so I put 2 on. He "Mmmmmphhhed" into his gag, as this wasn't part of the deal. So now, the torture could begin.

He was mpphing lightly, but as soon as I took some clothespins and put them on his abs and (for lack of a better word) nipple, he mmpphed all the louder. I started putting the clothespins on any place that they would stick, except his nose (so he could breathe). So then I picked up the burning candles, and slanted them towards Michael's body, effectively pouring the hot wax on him. (I knew it wouldn't really burn him and knew it was safe as I did it before.) He mmmmphed so loud then, that I turned on some music just in case.

I left him like that, all clothespins and wax, while I went downstairs and ate. I picked up something for him to eat later. I still left Michael there, until I went up and took some pictures, just in case. And then I played video game for like an hour.

When I returned, I told him it was time for some tickling. He mmmpphed lightly as in protest, but I still tickled him for several minutes and he mmphed all the louder. Overall, he enjoyed it. I could tell even with his face blocked. After a long while (1 hour 20 minutes???), I let him lose. I was reluctant to do so as this was my revenge. As such, I hid his clothes and told him he needed to find it. This kinda got on his nerves as he wanted out of the brief pretty bad. But he eventually found it and we were square. He ackknowledged that we were both even now. And we should be nicer to each other when tied up for now on.

I agreed, but ultimately didn't care. I won.

This happened to me when I was 14 years old. My best friend Kayla was having a slumber party with around 7 girls. Everything was going smoothly, the usual stuff was happening, eating popcorn, doing our nails, etc. Then around 11:30 we started watching a movie. It was a hot night, so most of us were only in tiny boxer shorts and tank tops. Unfortunately for me, I was no exception. We started watching the movie, and as I had woken up early that morning, I soon started drifting off to sleep. Within half an hour of the movie starting, I was dead asleep. And luckily for everyone else, I sleep like a log.

I was having a dream that I was walking down the street, when suddenly a bird started flying around my legs. I tried to run away, but it wouldn't leave me alone. The itchy scratchy feathery feeling got stronger and stronger, until I finally began to wake up. The scratchy feeling around my legs was still there. I tried to roll over, but for some reason, I couldn't seem to move. And as soon as I tried, the feeling on my legs stopped. I tried to bring my arm down to rub my eyes, but it wouldn't move. I opened my eyes, but all I saw was darkness. For a moment I thought I was paralyzed, but then I heard a giggle, follwed by a sharp "sssssh!" I realized that my friends must be pulling some kind of prank on me. I started to protest loudly. "You guys, come on this isn't funny, let me go!" But I heard nothign in response, except some more muffled giggles. I squirmed and struggled, trying to free myself, but to no avail. They had tied me very well. I soon realized I wasn't going anywere, and stopped moving to try and assess the situation. My arms were tied tightly above my head, and when I tugged on them, they wouldn't budge. Whatever they were tied too, it had to be something solid. My legs were spread out, and each ankle was tied to something, I couldn't move them either. I could feel something leathery on my waste, and tried to buck only to discover that I was strapped down. Even my fingers were tied. I began pleading with my friends again, having realized that I was well and truly vulnerable to any attack. No one responded, and I began to get nervous. I couldn't see, and they weren't making any noise to alert me to their presence. Suddenly, I felt a tiny tingle on my ear. I tried to move my head to get away from it, but it relentlessly followed my ear. At first I thought it was a fly, but I realized very quickly the true horror of my situation. My friends were going to tickle me! I am easily the most ticklish of any of my friends, and while I have recieved the usual quick tickles around the waste, I have never been helpless, or been tickled for a prolonged period of time. As soon as I discovered my fate, I started thrashing about as much as my bonds would allow (which really wasn't that much) I heard giggling, and then the unmistakable voice of my friend Zoe. "I think she's figured it out you guys"

I started shrieking and pleading "Please you guys, Zoe please, don't .. dont do it please!"
Zoe replied in a deceptively innocent tone "don't do what?"
"You know.." I said in a tiny voice, "Don't.. Tickle me.."
Another voice exploded out of the darkness "Tickle you! Why what a good idea!" as if they hadn't been planning to all along. "Just think Jess, soon there will be lots of hands tickling allll over you, and you won't be able to do a thing about it!"
"Please you guys.." I moaned, although I was secretly kind of excited at hte prospect of being bound, blindfolded, and mercilessly tickled.
A voice whispered in my ear "When will it be.." I shrieked, not having realized there was anyone there.
"Well, we can't have her being so noisy!" Said the voice of my friend Leslie, with an unmistable tone of glee.
"You're right," Came Zoe's voice again. "Pass me that cloth"
I opened my mouth to say "what?" but the words never came, for as soon as my mouth opened, something that felt like a face cloth was shoved into it. My lips were forced shut, and a piece of tape smoothed over. I tried to speak, but I was very effectively gagged. I couldn't say a word! Now my heart was really racing, as I mmphed furiously. I couldn't speak, couldn't see, and couldn't move, and my demonic friends were about to unleash a tickle attack on me!

I tensed myself, ready for the extreme sensations, but nothing happened. I got more and more nervous, struggling frantically, anticipating those fingers all over me. And just when I thought I would die from the suspense, A single fingernail slid across my belly. (My tank top had apparently been pulled up to just under my breasts, the fiends!) I let out what would have been a blood curdling shriek, however just sounded like an extermely loud MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHH! This seemed to be the cue for them all to start, and for one moment I heard giggles, but they were quickly drowned out by the insane sensations covering my helpless body. There were what felt like 2 hands scrabbling little tickle spiders all over my sensitive tummy, sending electric sensations straight into my brain. I could feel someone squeezing just above my knees, which has always been enough to send me into hysterics! There was what felt like a feather duster brushing all over my helpless feet and toes, which I managed to curl up enough to dull the firy tingling, although they were still driving me insane! Apparently my evil "friends" noticed, because I suddenly realized I couldn't curl my toes anymore. The little devils had tied my big toes back, rendering my poor tender soles completely helpless. The feathers were maddenings, dusting between my toes and all over my feet. There was what felt like a feather in my ear, and most maddening of all, was the gentle scratching on my upper thighs. I have always been uneblievably ticklish on my upper thighs, and they were gently being scratched and prodded, causing me to nearly explde from the torturous sensations all over my body. Then I suddenly heard a tiny buzzing, followed by the most explosive feeling isnide my belly button. They had taken an electric tooth brush and propped it into my belly button. I managed to shake it off, however it was replaced almost immediately, and this time it was taped in place. They all still had all of their free hands, and that maddening tickling was still attacking my belly button. I thought I was going insane, when I heard a tiny whisper in my ear "tickle tickle little Jessy, does that tickle the poor widdle girl? tickle tickle" It seemed to intensify the horrible feeling even more, when finally they began to slow down, and soon, had stopped all together. They ripped the tape off my mouth, causing a burning sensation all over my lips and chin, and all I could gasp out was "water". soon I felt a straw poking at my lips, and I gratefully sucked in the thirst quenching liquid. Soon I had drunk all I could take, and before I could protest, the gag was shoved back in, with a new piece of tape. I had hoped this was over, I thought I would die if I were tickled again. Unfortunately, they were not yet finished with their fun.

I heard them moving around, and then silence. I was getting really apprehensive, when suddenly, with no warning at all, they were tickling me EVERYWHERE! I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, all I could do was shake with uncontrollable stifled giggles. Tears were streaming from my eyes under the blindfold, and still the feelings continued! This continued for another 10 minutes, when I realized to my horror that I had to pee! I started mmphing with all my strengh, hoping SOMEONE would realize. What I didn't know. was that they had already realized this. The fiends had known I wouldn't be able to take this, and had purposefully let me drink lots of water. I also didn't realize they had put me on a regular sheet, but under that was a plastic sheet normally used for Kayla's little brothers bed (He has a bit of a bed wetting problem). I knew I couldn't let go, because I would ruin Kayla's carpet (or so I thought), and much as I hated her at the moment, I thought that might be ab it embarassing to explain to her parents. But the tickling didn't lighten up, and I thought I would burst! Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore, and a tiny jet of pee squeezed through. Well unfortunately for me, they noticed this, and suddenly I felt pushing on my bladder. Well this was more than enough to start the flood gates. and I was still being tickled everywhere (except my thighs, I'm sure my friends didn't want to be touching that particular area at that moment) However everywhere else, the demon ticklers were still attacking my helpless body! I was mmphing as loudly as I could, but I was helpless, as a jet of pee shot out of me. They tickled me mercilessly for another 5 minutes or so, although it felt like hours, and then they began to slow down, and finally, to stop.

I felt my bonds beginning to losen, and my blindfold being taken off. All I could see through my streaming eyes were blurry shapes, and they finally removed my gag.

"Sorry Jess" Zoe said cheerfully
I was inclined to be mad, but they quickly explained that there was a rubber sheet, and I figured I'd get them back later. I ran to the washroom and cleaned up, Kayla lent me an extra pair of pajamas, while the rest of them cleaned up the mess. When I came back into the room 15 minutes later, I glared at all of them, but the thought was so comical, and I really had enjoyed myself, so I couldn't help bursting out laughing.

"this was your idea wasn't it" I attempted to glare at Zoe
"Urm.. Yeeeah.. Sorry!" She laughed
I couldn't help laughing back, while already plotting my revenge!

I hope you guys liked my story, feel free to comment.

We were all siting in my parents garden having lunch. My parents were out with my bro's and sisters. I came out of the house and Ben and chris were talking about somthing. Ben said ne needed the loo so he ent in the house. Chris and I were eating chrips and talking about his girlfriend (well nice). Ben came back and sat down while grabing a can of coke. Chris glanced at Ben and i thorght they had had an argument or somthing. Ben nodded and put his drink down. ( Note: We used to play tie up games a lot.)
Chris asked if i wanted to wrestle with them. I agreed. He said the looser had to to a forfit.

I thorght about it but i recall beatig Ben the least time i wretled him ( 2 years ago). I said ok. First it was Ben against Chris. We all took our shirts off and i watched. Ben managed to get Chris in a head lock but in a swift movement the tables had turned and Ben was pinned on the dirt.
We waited for Ben to catch his breath before he went against me. I was by far the weakest now but i was still confident. I quickly pined Ben down but Ben got out and pinned me chest down into the ground. I sighed, but it wasnt over yet. If i could beat Chris then it would be a draw. After the first second Chris had held my arms secure and used his leg to stop me kicking. I said "Ok you Win". Ben smiled
"open up" i instantly clamped my mouth shut thinking he was going to gag me.

To my error he pulled a small bag out of his pocket. It was full of sprouts from the kichen. Everyone know i hated sprouts. Chris grabed a fistfun of my hair and Ben put 3-4 sprouts in my mouth before forsefully placing his hand over my mouth. I tried to struggle but i could barly move. i didnt chew them i thorght that if i dont chew them they will let me spit them out. Ben told me to eat them for a few minutes before rubbing his finger on my ribe and then twisting my nipple hard. It was really soar and getting more painful. he said eat them of he will continue. at this poing Chris began pulling my hair harder. I reluctently ate them. they were rank. As soon as i swallowed them they let me go.

You owe us a forfit said Chris.I said he could get lost but they grabbed me and took me behind the shed where 4 stakes had been placed. I began to strugle and beg them to stop but they just ignored it and tied me down. I began complaining and chris undid the bandanna on his head put a knot in it and forced it into my mouth. It was damp and tasted of sweat. it was a semi-effective gag. I could still make some noise but we lived in a detached house so no-one would hear me. They colected some food and sat by me whisle eating it. Ben joked "you can only have some food if you eat sprouts".
I wasnt hungry so i was ok. I had had quite a lot to drink and after about an hour i needed toe toiled badly. I tried to tell them and i think they got the message because the started tickling me. After 15 minutes of being tickled igave up and a walf trickle came down my jeans. they laughed and untied me. I went inside and got changed. When i came out i pownced on Chris and started giving him a dead arm but he stopped me. After that we joked about it and kept it to ourselfs but unknown to Chris i was plotting my revenge...

So, I'm sorry that for insulting Jerry, and making things a lot worse.

if you find any site send them over

Or was it just a coincidence that the attack occured during the game?

We never tied "it" very well, since we wanted him to get loose and chase after us, but when "it" caught the players, he tied and gagged us the best he could, because if we got loose, we were back in the game, and he's have to catch and tie us all over again.

The "base" was sometimes outside, but more often than not, one of us would volunteer our bedroom. "It" would occasionally take the shoes of those he caught, so even if they did get loose, they wouldn't go outside, and thus, be in the house, and easier to recapture.

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And of course, none of them are of girls.

No, I'm not anti-gay, but that's rather limiting the appeal of your group, don't you think? Especially since this actual site involves both boys and girls (mostly girls, even) being tied up in the stories.

You can't truly name your group after this site if you don't tell the whole story.

i hope you like it
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it can be easily taken off easily by using the tonque

and most of these storys state that duct tape well ?

does anyone agree??

She asked me to help her in her room. She said she needs help unpacking. So I went Up stairs and then she pushed me to the ground very hard. I began Screaming and said get off of me but instead she took out a very dirty sock and stuffed in my mouth and rapped a rad around my mouth to give her a perfect gag.

She Then took a pair of handcuffs and put them on my wrist. She then took some rope and wrapped it around my ankles. Then she pulled out this long strand of rope again and began to wrap my legs close togather and around my balls and tieing a very hard knot. She then took a long belt and wraped it around my arms and chest.

She brougt me downstairs and droped me on the floor. To make sure I would not escape she took another pair of hand cuffs this time attaching one half to my foot then around the sofas leg stand and on to my other foot. I laid there for 3 hours, they were running a marathon of her favorite show.

She then went upstairs and went to bed. The next day she finnaly untied me and said if I mouthed off to her again she tie me up again but I didn't care I liked being tied up. So I mouthed of to her again and again until my parents came back and she tied me up each and every time. I asked my mom later on If we could ever have her back again. My mom said yes.

i enjoy the message brian

i can't wait to see more pics like that
Rick

Packing the mouth, and wrapping duct tape over the mouth several times can be effective, but it's also dangerous and could cause the captive to choke or suffocate, and that's not a good thing. Several years ago, a 13 year old boy, Jesse Dirkhising, died during a bondage game with a couple of adult perverts. His mouth was stuffed with his own underwear, and held in place with duct tape. The kid was bound with rope and tape. The two adults involved both got life in prison, but in my opinion, their asses should have been fried in the electric chair. (Do a Google search on "Dirkhising" for the case details.)

In the fantasy worlds of the small and silver screens, a tight cleave gag is the picture of helplessness. "Flat" or "detective" gags and even the strip of duct tape, do not come anywhere close to creating the image of helplessness that a cleave gag does. To reinforce that image, the actor grabs the gag between his teeth, tightens his lips, and "Mmmppfff's" a lot. A good example, is Johnny Crawford as Mark McCain, in "The Rifleman" episode "A Time for Singing." The average person watching this episode will get the impression that the young captive is not going to cause any trouble for his captors, nor will he make much noise - although he does make some, and is cautioned to quiet down by his captor, who even apologizes for tightening his gag.

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Did you happen to take many other pics of ladies you've tied up?

Thanks much for sharing these!!

Before i start does anyone know a suite like thebilesite with pictures of guys?

Team 1
Me
Ben
Michael

Team 2
Elliot
Chris
Andy

We all had supersoakers and the usual supplies (scarf, Tape,rope and long socks.)

We all hid in the forest and waited . We walked in a triangle formation. Michael was doing to go on his own, we said ok and let him. Me and Ben waled carfully. We could see Chris and Andy. chris started wandering off. We carefully started following Chris but andy spotted us. We quickly sqired him and clamped our hands over his mouth. Chris hadnt notised. We tied his arme behind his back and tied him to a tree whiste gagging him with a knotted scarf.We left him and he began to protest. we ignored him and continued to persue Chris.

My now Chris was nowere to be seen...

If you want i will continue this story. But i got 2 go now

Ciao

Seems to me that after yahoo deleted 2 it was silly to start a group with the same name. Yahoo work a manual and automatic deleting policy. certain keywords are screened and flagged. If a group 'whatever2' gets deleted it should be quite clear that they would check for a new version and 'whatever3' is somewhat obvious.

Try starting a group with an obscure name like 'oldtimers' 'retrace' and also try signing up at yahoo.de or yahoo.fr. dont have it listed. don't use obvious keywords like bondage tie-up etc in the intro area, in fact avoid them altogether. dont have links on the site to simular groups, and dont get linked from them, in fact avoid all links.

post the url here as a broken link ie groupsDOTyahooDOTdeSLASHgroupname

that way unless someone actually reports the group you may last a while. people who report you are often people that get banned/refused entry. so to avoid that if you ban or refuse someone change the name.

good luck with a new group

http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/check/

Jon

Perhaps you remember the story I posted before. I can’t find it now. It was about my first experience, when I was 11 or 12. I used the old ploy of betting a couple of friends that I could escape no matter how tight they tied me. One of them thought it would be funny to leave me hogtied and gagged in my bedroom to be discovered by my mum and younger sisters when they came home. It was very embarrassing, but exciting at the same time. Unfortunately, Mum assumed I was just playing “a silly game” and could get free by myself, so she left me to it for a while. She was furious when she realised.

Afterwards my arms and legs were stiff and bruised from the rope. The duct tape gave me a rash on my face and stuck to my hair. But I hadn’t learned my lesson. For as long as I remember, just the words “bound and gagged” would make me go week at the knees. It would take more than that to put me off. I hadn’t planned to be in quite such a predicament, but it was sort of what I had always wanted. It wasn’t long before I had forgotten the negative aspects and was keen to do it again.

I decided that if the situation was repeated, then this time Mum would untie me as soon as she found me, so I could control the time span better. So next time Mum took my sisters shopping for school stuff I called my friend Dan round for another go at our “bet“. He was happy to take my money again and I think he liked tying me up anyway. He was always drawing pictures of girls tied up. He is good at tying too. He always ties the ropes between wrists, ankles etc. to make them extra secure.

It was not long before I was lying tightly bound and gagged on my bed. Alone and helpless.

I had decided to give the duct tape a miss this time, but we came up with something pretty good by cutting up some old white pillow cases. There was a strip of cloth between my teeth that was tied tightly behind my head and had a nice big knot in the centre of it to stop me spitting out the big wad of cloth stuffed into my mouth and cheeks. To make absolutely sure, I had a wider strip of cloth tied over the top, covering my mouth, cheeks and chin, tied very tight behind my head, above the other one, which stopped it slipping. It felt very effective.

What a stupid situation to get into. Helplessly bound and gagged, with no way of escape. But I loved it. I couldn’t spit the gag out of my mouth and I couldn’t remove it with my hands because my wrists and elbows were tightly tied behind my back and my arms were tied down to my body from shoulder to waist. My ankles, knees, calves and thighs were tied, stopping me from running off. And I couldn’t roll off the bed and hop away with my wrists and ankles tied together behind my back in a hogtie. I struggled as much as I could, but made no headway. I was tied too tight, with the knots tucked well away from my prying fingers.

Of course I had overdone it. Mum and the girls would not be back for hours. It didn’t seem quite such a good idea once I was tied up, but it was too late for second thoughts. I had all afternoon to savour the predicament and wait for the unavoidable wrath of Mum when she found me bound and gagged again.

Please tell us what happened when your Mom and sisters found you. I know how embarressing that is, to be found tied up like that. ha.

Has anyone else been caught or found, by someone else, all tied up?

Jon

Let's hear as many stories as we can!

Also, J. Constantine, where did you go?

When I was at school I used to spend 2 -3 weeks each summer at my auntie Kay's house during the summer hol's whilst my parents had a 'break .

This started when I was about 10, and continued until I was 16. The first couple of years passed without mishap.

You see, Kay had two daughters Emily and Charlotte who were i and 2 years older than me respectively. We all got on together and played many games in their large garden and house.

It was in the third summer of visiting my Aunt that things changed and my life was shaped forever.

I had reached that 'awkward' age of 12, and had discovered girls, although this didn'taffect my relationship with my cousins { Emily and Charlotte}, we remained just friends.

Around this time in my life I also became strangely aware of my feelings whenever I saw a girl tied up on TV or in a magazine. I also had a real arousal whenever I saw a 'dominant' or 'confident' woman. The character of Emma Peel in the Avengers absolutely mesmerised me.

Sorry if I am rambling, I will try to get back to subject matter!

At this stage it is perhaps useful if I describe my Auntie Kay: She was happily married to a quite wealthy chap {who was rarely at home by the way}, she was quite tall with straight dark hair, sometimes worn as a 'bob' or more often in quite a severe looking pony tail. It was around the early 1970's and she was the first female that I can recall wearing leather skirts and leather trousers.

This particular summer, I saw my Aunt Kay in a new light, she had always been strict { firm but fair as she would say} both to her daughters and to me. Suddenly this 'strictness' held a new attraction and challenge to me.

Having reached that difficult age of 12 and not knowing how to deal with my newly awackened feelings, I knew I wanted to somehow relate ,or communicate my feelings to my Aunt, I just didn't know how.

But like so many boys that have just reached puberty I was a bit of a brat by all accounts, I was apparantly begining to get a bit above myself!

I had been at Kay's house for a couple of days, played the usual games with my cousins and I can recall getting bored quicker than normal. Emily and Charlotte had began to tease me over my voice breaking and my declared interest in girls.

I think that all three of us were on the verge on developing from children to young adults [indeed the girls certainly must have , as they were a little older than me}

On the particular day in question, it had been raining heavily, so we were indoors playing board games, Aunt Kay informed us that she was taking the car to visit her friend and she would be home around 5pm to get tea.

I will allways remember seeing her on that occasion, she was wearing tight black leather trousers, and a figure hugging white roll neck nylon sweater. And she seemed even taller in a pait of stileto heeled shoes.

She commanded our attention and said 'when I return I don't want to see any mess, so clear up after your games. And if it stops raining and you go outside do not under any circumstances dirty your clothes any of you as my washing machine is broken I do not want any dirty washing. If you disobey me there will be a price to pay'.

With these words she looked at me sternly and turned to leave. As she did so I mimicked her and laughed.

Aunt Kay halted in her tracks, turned and addresed me personally 'Graham, if you want to continue to come here you will have to learn that this is my home and you as a guest, will do things my way , understood?'.

I remained silent, as those new awkward feelings of arousal were stiring. Emily and Charlotte intuitively sensed this and taunted me.

I was soon to find out what Aunt Kay meant, I'll tell you in the next part. any reaction to this intro would be welcomed.

Aunt Kay left abruptly, and Emily and Charlotte warned me about how 'strict' she could be if they misbehaved. My cousins were what could be accurately described as 'nice girls' both a bit tomboyish but they were good early teenage company.

Anyway, the rain stopped, and we decided to play outside. I must admit I was becomming a bit of a rebelious 12 year old, and I was determined to push my Aunt to the limit, I was enthralled as to what she would do if I got dirty.

So, during a game of hide and seek I made sure that I fell over several times muddying my tee shirt and jeans. I couldn't wait for my Aunt's reaction. Secretely I wanted her to be cross and discipline me in some way I just didn't know how!

We went back in the house before Aunt Kay arrived home, both Emily and Charlotte said I was in for it as I had ignored her warnings { incidentely they both remained spotless}, their constant references to my misbehaviour only intensified my expectancy.

When Aunt Kay got home she put her bag down on the kitchen counter near where the three of us were sitting and greeted us with 'everything ok?'

Emily and Charlotte both affirmed they were and I leaned back on the kitchen chair in which I was sitting and laughed 'we've had a brilliant game of hide and seek' not really meaning what I said but foolishly seeing if I would get a reaction from my Aunt.

Aunt Kay ignored my jest and walked past me. The next thing I knew she grabbed my right arm and smacked me hard accross the back of my hand.

I was completely shocked as this came all of a sudden and without warning, indeed I was speechless.

'You have totally ignored me Graham, you've got filthy dirty in spite of what I said' with that, she relaesed my arm and grabbed my right ear and twisted it. 'come with me'
she said, and lifted me out of the chair by my ear.

I don't mind admitting , now I was scared, I had never seen Aunt Kay like this although Emily and Charlotte had warned me that she could be very strict.

She led me by my ear upstairs. I went to go into my bedroom {the spare room} , but she stopped me 'Oh no, I've got plans for you' she said and took me to her bedroom.

'Right Graham, since you ignored me and got filthy, you ned to be taught a lesson. You cannot wear those clothes around this house you will have to change' she said sternly.

I was now scared and asked if I could go to my bedroom and change?

My Aunt in a slow methodical voice told me she was going to lock her bedroom door and that I should undress whilst she decided what I would wear for the remainder of the day. With that she closed the door locked it and I was left to ponder; should I undress? or should I remain defiant?

I was nervous, so I undressed down to my underpants and socks and waited.

Within a couple of minutes Aunt Kay unlocked the door and entered 'Ah good you've decided to co-operate' she said as she removed my tee shirt and jeans. To my surprise she took my clothes and left the bedroom again locking the door.

It suddenly dawned on me that I had no clothes other than my pants and socks, what was I going to wear? My question was answered when Aunt Kay re=entered the bedroom 'take your socks off as well and put these on'.

My jaw dropped. 'These' consisted of a salmon pink satin party dress with a huge ribbon sash, a pair of white ankle socks, and a pair of white balet pumps.

I totally refused to co-operate at first, I said that there was no way I would put those on. Kay had other ideas:

She came right up to me and in a loud menacing voice said 'you will put them on or else', and with that she again grabbed my right arm and delivered a sharp smack accross the back of my hand, it hurt, and I began to cry.

'Not such a big boy are we now?' Kay said 'I'll leave you for five minutes alone, when I return I expect to see you in your cousins party dress. If you refuse to obey me , your parents will be informed and this will be the last time you stay here as a guest' with that she clossed the door and locked it.

I really didn't have a choice, I did enjoy my summer breaks at Aunt Kay's house, and I would be in trouble with my parents if I couldn't stay because it would have disrupted their plans.

So, I put on the dress which obviously had belonged to one of my cousins, the socks and the balet pumps, I felt stupid and humiliated, but worse was to come.

Aunt Kay unlocked the door and beckoned me out. She fastened the satin ribon sash and instructed me to go downstairs.

As I have already said I got on well with Emily and Charlotte, but nothing could have prepared me for the whoops of laughter and taunts of derision that greted me when I got to the kitchen. I was so upset that I attempted to run back upstairs stating that I was going to take this stupid dress off.

Aunt Kay was too quick and too strong for me she stood in my way, and when I trie to dodge past her she grabbed both my arms and pinioned me against the bottom of the stair rails.

She called to her daughters 'fetch me some rope from the cupboard'. With those awful words I just knew what was comming next and tried to struggle free, but Kay had me trapped. I was held face down leaning into the bottom five stairs with my Aunt leaning on me.

When Emily brought her the rope Aunt Kay with a real determination said those words I'm not sure if I ver wanted to hear 'hands behind your back'.

I had little option but to co-operate, I put my hands behind my back and felt the rope encircle my wrists and then cross between them finally to be knotted out of the reach of my fingures.

I felt Aunt Kay get up, so I turned around bewildered, humiliated, but strangely excited. 'Go and sit down like a good girl' she taunted 'it's about time you had a little lesson in discipline, you've been getting above yourself the past couple of days, things are going to change'

I slowly walked to the kitchen chair , where earlier I had been so cocky. Now I was wearing my cousins party attire, and I had my hands tied behind my back. Whatever next?

I'll continue as soon as possible.

Please , any reaction , let me know.

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Okay... I've never used self bondage... okay? I've never done that before... and I never will, alright?

First there was an episode of 'I Married Joan' (1950s) titled 'Bad Boy', still available on DVD. In this, Joan Davis (playing housewife Joan Stevens) gets to look after the young son of a hoodlum. Eventually, she ends up tied to a chair with windings of rope while telling Tommy (the 'Bad Boy') and two of his pals that they must 'play fair'. Tommy ruthlessly shuts her up by pulling a kerchief gag up over her mouth, after which the three boys, playing robbers, make their 'getaway'. A desperate Joan tries to call them back but they disappear anyway out through the door.

Left bound and gagged in her own home (in a skirt, stockinged legs apart but not tied), Joan eventually manages to get to her feet in a bent-over position still tied to the chair. She attempts to dislodge her gag by rubbing it on a sofa arm, but fails. Then the doorbell rings. The helpless housewife waddles over and manages to open the door to a tradesman. He starts to talk, then noticing that she's all bound and gagged, says, "Oh, if you're busy I can come back later." Joan shakes her head furiously and makes anxious mumbles, so the tradesman decides to pull down her gag after she sits back down in front of him. As an extra humorous touch, he pulls the gag back up everytime he wants to get a word into the conversation. Later, an untied Joan is recounting her adventure over the phone to her husband.

Next I recall an episode of 'Julia' (1968-71) which starred the beautiful black actress Diahann Carroll. The episode in question is called 'Tie Wolf', and near its beginning, Julia's young son and his friend are tied up by their babysitter (a dragon lady) to keep them out of trouble.

This obviously gives the boys ideas. Soon after, the husband of Julia's friend returns from work and enters his kitchen, where he addresses his wife without turning round to look at her. Getting only a series of muffled grunts in reply, he turns around and is shocked to see his wife tied and cleave-gagged to a chair (hands behind, ankles apart but in slacks). With her gag removed, she explains that she'd consented to let the boys 'practice their knots', but they'd run off and and abandoned her ages ago.

The husband complains about her son's part in the tie-up to Julia, who takes the news of her friend's bondage ordeal with a smile (boys will be boys...). But before long, Julia learns that a date has been arranged for her with the local Lothario. This guy just can't keep his hands to himself when alone with women. A worried Julia can't back out, but soon has a devious brainwave, which we don't know about straight away.

It's arranged for Mr Groping Hands (a muscular black guy) to meet first at Julia's place with her and another couple. Julia also makes sure that her would-be date gets to spend time alone with her young son while she chats to the couple in the living room. After a while, her son comes in and whispers something in Julia's ear which makes her smile. She asks the couple to excuse her a moment. Entering a spare room, she finds the Lothario bound and gagged to a chair. Looking delighted by his helplessness, she taunts him by telling him it's too bad he won't be able to come along on the date after all, as he's obviously too tied up. She makes to walk out, then comes back in response to his frantic grunting noises. She then tells him that she'll untie him only if he promises to keep his hands to himself while they're out on the town. He gives a reluctant nod of agreement and our dusky dominatrix releases her captive.

Anyone else recall similar tie-up game scenarios on TV or in the movies?

jills 140 pounds and 5"6, ouch

im 5"6 and 107 pounds

take care,

I'm just going through a rough time... I'll be fine.

But the sad fact of the matter is that it will be very very tough to get another yahoo or otherwise group up and running.

The simple truth is that there is no way that this site isn't monitored by a variety of authorities - the law, yahoo, or otherwise.

I doubt that legal authorities would fully understand the innocent motives of most of the posters on this forum, and would see this site as a haven for those responsible for unspeakable acts against minors.

But that doesn't stop us from sharing quality stories.

So, there I was a sad 12 year old, wearing my cousin Charlotte's party dress, with my hands tied tightly behind my back, sitting in Aunt Kays kitchen as the centre of attention as Eminly and Charlotte looked on.

'Right' said Aunt Kay 'Let's have tea', she then proceeded to organise food and drink with her daughters help. I couldn't believe it, I was being totally ignored.

I tried to get my hands free but it was hopeless, Aunt Kay had tied me securely. My head sank, and I remained a sulky silent as tea was prepared.

Whilst Emily and Charlotte was chatting, Aunt kay came over to where I was sitting. She lifted herself up so that she was sitting on the kitchen table, and placed a foot on my chair between my knees.

This move meant that as my head was bowed and I was sulking, I could not avoid looking at her stileto shoe and her black leather trousers. I was begining to feel strange.

'Look up Graham' she said calmly. sheepishly, I obeyed.

Aunt Kay smiled and began to explain; 'I understand that Emily and Charlotte have told you that I am a strict Mother is that correct?' I just nodded.

' And you thought that you would push my patience didn't you?' again I nodded, but I just didn't know wear to put my face, I was red with embarassment.

Aunt Kay continued; ' when Emily or Charlotte misbehave, they are not grounded, rather they are confined or restrained, as you are now, and not in private, but in company, so that the punishment is more effective. And I know it is effective because a, they are by and large good girls, and b, I rarely have to confine them, indeed, in the past two years that you have visited my house you haven't seen either of them tied up have you?'

I shook my head and asked ' but why am I wearing Charlottes dress I have spare clothes?'

'It's called peticoat training' Aunt Kay explained 'My mother used it on my brothers to great effect. Obviously it's not appropriate for Charlotte or Emily, but for you, I can see already it has quietened you down'

' Charlotte' Aunt Kay called 'go and fetch those gorgeous ribons that you wore with this dres to that party'

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Charlotte leave the room, at this point Aunt Kay's foot started flicking the hem of my dress ' Emily bring me a comb from the bathroom please' she suggestively asked.

I asked what was going on and how long would I be kept like this? Before I got an answer Emily arrived with a comb @ Are you going to put ribons in his hair Mummy' she taunted.

'Of course I am he's got such nice long hair' Aunt Kay had noticed that like most teenage boys of that era my hair was quite long, and she began combing it into a centre parting forming two pig tails on either side of my head. She completed this particular humiliation by tying a large bow on each pig tail with the ribons that Charlotte had found.

The ribons trailed down each side of my face serving as a reminder, if needed, of my predicament. ' That's better' smiled Aunt Kay ' you look like a proper girl now. Emily / Charlotte/ What's the verdict?'

The three of them proceded to make fun of me as I sat with my head bowed.

' Ok Graham, enough sulking, look up!' I ignored my Aunt determined to try and regain some dignity.

'It's like this Graham, if you don't look up and come to terms with your punishment, I will blindfold you for the remainder of the evening. also if you are cheeky or rude, you will be gagged, Emily and Charlotte have both experienced this and they will asure you it is no fun!'

My cousins certainly did affirm this and continued giggling at the exhibition that their Mother had made of me. 'All right ' I said and looked up 'but how long do I have to wear this dress and how can I eat with my hands tied?'

Aunt Kay, who was still sitting in front of my on the table with her leg perched on my chair, explained ' Emily or Charlotte will feed you, they've done it for each other before that's no problem. And you will remain in your cousin's pretty dress with all the trimmings for the remainder of the day. This will teach you to do as you are told'

Sure enough, my tea was fed to me by Emily, who kept refering to me as; 'baby', and the evening was spent watching TV.

On one ocassion I asked to use the toilet, thinking I might be released, but Aunt Kay explained that even with my hands tied behind my back I would be able to take down my underpants and then yank them up. So I went to the loo and she was right!

At 10 O'clock Aunt Kay Said it was time for bed, she told Emily and Charlotte to go upstairs ahead of me, use the bathroom and go to bed, they obliged, mimicking me as they ascended the stairs, that just left me alone in the lounge with Aunt Kay.

'Have you been comfortable this evening Graham? ' she taunted. I said that I was sorry for being disrespectful earlier and that I would behave better in future.

''I am going to untie your hands now' Aunt Kay informed me ' and when you are free I want you to give me a cuddle, as a sign that we are still on good terms, you se it's for your own good what I have done to you'

When my hands were released I flung my arms around my Aunt and started sobbing uncontrollably. She calmed me down and then told me to go to my room, change my clothes, and got to bed. This I did.

The following day Aunt Kay told me that I would have to wash my dirty tee shirt and jeans myself, and that whilst I preformed this chore I would have to wear a full length rubber apron, \i complied with this, but again had a strange feeling about wearing the apron I just couldn't explain what these feelings were in my head.

That really concludes the FIRST lesson that I learned from my Aunt Kay, for the rest of that summer break I kept out of trouble.

I would have a whole year to try to understand my new feelings for Aunt Kay, in hindsight I was obviously developing a crush on her, all I knew was that once back at my own home and school I would not want anyone to know about my humiliation.

In future years I would learn more from my Aunt Kay, I'll try to post these in due course.

Thanks

So, it's 7:45, Kim arrives at my house, me and Jake are playing video games, and my mom and dad leave. Kim comes into the "Nintendo Room", as we called it and asks us if we need anything, and makes some talk. She's wearing tight, dark blue jeans, and white, --LOW-- cut shirt and a pink and white dress shirt over it, unbuttoned. She mentions she's very tired, as she had to work 7-3 that morning, and she stayed out late. She also mentioned she didn't take a nap when she got home because she had something else to do quickly. I said it's alright, she can lay down in the living room, we didn't need much. And we really didn't, we planned on playing Super Mario Bros 3 all night long. Minutes later, Jake stops..

"Hey," said Jake.
"....Uh, what?" I responded, not caring much, as I was wound up in SMB3.
"When Kim falls asleep, we should play a little game with her."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well, lets tie her up and pretend we kidnapped her!"

Jake always liked Cops and Robbers. Although we never tied up anyone during it, he liked it. He told me that Kim wouldn't wanna play because she's really tired, so we might as well tie her up. Jake went into the living room to convince Kim to lay on the ground, so that when I came in and gave her my 'special sprite', she'd be in the perfect position to be bound and gagged.

Oh, and by the way, the 'special sprite' consists of Sprite and a crushed pill my dad used to take naps. He'd come home, grab one and sleep for awhile. I only used a little bit of it, stirred it up and brought it in the room.

"I brought you something to drink, Kimmie!" I said, smiling.
"Cool, thanks a lot!" She said back to me.

Me and Jake looked at each other. The plan went off without a hitch. She was on the floor, about to be knocked out, and was ready to be tied up. She made a motion to move to the couch, but Jake convinced her not to go. A few minutes later, she passed out. Jake and I grinned gleefully. Jake rolled her over, and then we remembered we forgot one key ingredient: THE ROPES! We went to the basement, nothing. We went to the various closets. NOTHING! Then we went into the back hallway, BINGO! White, Nylon rope. I ran upstairs than and grabbed something to stuff in her mouth, and my old security blanket to gag her with.

Finally we reach the living room! Kim's still out light a light. So Jake ties the lower body, I get the upperbody. I tied her wrists -very- securely. I must've spent 5-10 minutes on it. Then I tied her upper arms together just to be sure. Jake had tied her ankles, knees and upper thighs.

"One last thing left" I said.
"Go for it," Jake replied.

Jake opened her mouth and put a cut piece of cloth in her mouth, then kept her mouth opened for me as I cleave gagged her. We then finished up and looked at our masterpiece.. (I'm sure both of us had rock hard woody's, but we didn't say it to each other) She layed there, motionless. I got ontop of her to check her wrists once more, and while at the same time my rock hard fella rested on her ass (and boy it was nice..!) So we watched tv and waited. 20 Minutes.. and nothing. It was 9:30 and still nothing.

"Ah, lets just play Mario until she gets up," Jake suggested.

So, what the hell? I went to play some SMB3 with Jake. We resumed where we were, World 4! Upon reaching the first castle, we decided to check on her. Still out. It's a little after 10, so we turn on the Simpsons. We watch for a little while, then we see Kim move! Finally! Jake turns down the volume and we sort of watch Kim’s face to see her awake.

Kim slowly opened her eyes and was laying there for a second. It took awhile for her to realize she was tied up! I remember her pretty, gagged face perfectly. Her expression was priceless! So Jake jumps out of his chair and says "That's right, you're our prisoner! And don't you dare think of escaping." I guess she decided to play along because she made a slight laughing sound. Kim picked at her wrists for a good 5 minutes, full of rolling around, mmphing and pure exstacy for us. We stood there and watched. Kim rolled over on her side and made the cutest mmphing noise I've EVER heard in my entire life. So I went over there, checked her wrists from behind and put my hand on her butt, trying to make it seem like it was towards her hip and said “I’m sorry, but we’ve gotta keep you prisoner!” She made some more cute whimpers and struggled around some more. That’s when our short attention span set in, and we decided to leave Kim there while we played SMB3. Jake told her not to go anywhere, and we went down the hall to play more Super Mario (Yeah, it was stupid, whatever, I was a kid..)

We kept the door open so we could hear her down the hall, just incase she got loose. A little white later, we saw her crawling down the hall, moving slowly but surely. We right away noticed the best part, HER TOP HAD COME DOWN FROM BRUSHING THE CARPET! This was like a dream, two little kids with a tied up girl and her breasts hanging out. Jake and I pull her back into the living room, and we set up a small barricade so that she cant leave the room again. Then Jake and I touch her chest and say if this happens again everything’s coming off! God, what perverts we were.. <_<. So we roll her onto her stomach, I get on top of her again and check her wrists. All good. She continues whimpering to be let go, but we just laugh.

So we play some more Super Mario, this time we close the door. We eventually get tired and lay down.. I drowse off to sleep slowly and look at my watch, it says 11:12!

“OH CRAP!” I shout
“…hwha..?” Jake says, groggy.
“We gotta untie Kim! My mom and dad will be back in like 15 minutes!”
“Aw, can’t we just leave her?”
“No! Come on, lets go, there’s no time”

So I dash, and Jake walks half asleep towards the barricade. I tear through it and just as I do, Jake arrives. So we walk through and see Kim, still there. She’s awake, but not struggling any more. We notice some tears on her cheek and we walk over to her. Oh man, she really wants to be untied..

“Gee Kim, we’re sorry” said Jake..

She made another sad mmph sound.. and yeah, it was really hot.

“Well untie you if you want” I said.

She nods and we get one last look at her, and start untying her. We did it as slow as possible, too. First we untied her knees, then thighs. She was still immobile, and it was about 11:22. I then took the gag out of her mouth and she says, sadly “I thought you were just going to leave me here”

“No, we’d never do that!” replied Jake.

So we finish untying her, and she pulls up her top ?. She helps us put the ropes away, and a few minutes later my parents came home. She never even got mad.

That was my first time tying up a girl. And guess what? Jake and I did it to TWO other babysitters! More stories when I have the energy to type them..

Drawscore

Me and some of my friends have some very big tie up games. My friend, Mike's parents were gone for three days so he invited some of us over for the biggest game ever. There were eight of us there; there was Mike Andy Claire Donna Sarah Jade Emma and me.

We said that you could not change sides and you could try to free fellow captives. We decided who was going to tie us up by a really big game of rock paper scissors, it ended up that Sarah and Andy would have the privilege. We had loads of rope but only three pairs of cuffs, we all agreed where the keys were going to be kept so that if we escaped we had a chance to un-cuff ourselves.

We got started right away by handcuffing me and Claire between a pipe so that neither of us could go anywhere. Mike and Donna were taken upstairs by Andy and Jade was taken to the basement by Sarah. Emma was cuffed with us. About 15 minutes later Sarah came to me and Claire and we un-cuffed from the pipe and re-cuffed together; Sarah took us outside to the garden shed.

When we got out there she unlocked the door and pushed us into the middle of the shed. She then got some rope and tied the rope around me left wrist and to one of the walls and Claire's right wrist to the opposite wall. The lengths of rope connecting us to the walls held up our body weight and we were suspended. Sarah then tied our feet and gagged each of us, she then said " I will be back in about an hour, stay there." She left and locked the door. Claire and me were still cuffed together at this point and we tried hard to get out of the ropes.

It got dark quickly and we were struggling for about 30 minutes when Claire started muffling into her gag, but I couldn't understand what she was saying. She then bent her knees and just as I understood what was happening her hand was free and we both fell onto the ground with great force. She was ready for the fall but I wasn't and I was in pain. She quickly untied her legs and removed her gag and untied my wrist, then legs and then removed my gag. I recovered about 5 minutes later and we started to look around, we couldn't go far apart because we were still cuffed together and the key was inside and we were locked in a shed.

As we looked Claire managed to find a key on one of the old dressers that was sitting in there, it was too big to fit the cuffs and it didn't fit the door. we looked around to see if we could find what it fitted and I noticed the window on the roof of the shed; I climbed up and the key worked! We just had to climb out now. It was hard for me to climb because I only had one hand but I got up and looked around, I couldn't see much because it was so dark. Claire then tried to climb up but she wasn't strong enough; I put my other hand down and she grabbed both of my hands and with the rest of my strength I pulled up her entire weight onto the roof.

We hoped no one saw us so we ran inside, all the lights were off so that captives could hide if they escaped. The back door was locked so we had to climb through an open window.

We began to search for the others and we could only hope we didn't get caught.

To be continued…

Since their was more than one team, competition was intense and in the heat of the moment at least one member of the opposing team would be captured and tied up, all innocently enough though.

Kids will be kids and usually very excited and high-spirited, after one such event was complete, a whole group of kids (about six or seven of them, aged maybe about 15 at that stage) suddenly turned on me, and started making jokes about capturing me. In a minute, their excitement got the better of them. They grabbed me, tripped me and then they all jumped on me after I had fallen to the ground. In a few seconds, I was pinned face down by at least three kids while one sat on my legs and the others were taking off my shoes and socks and securely tying my feet at the ankles. After this I was pulled upright against a telephone pole and my hands were tied behind my back, while even more rope was wrapped around my ankles and upper body. I could not move! They enjoyed every minute of it, and apart from mercilessly tickling me, they squirted water at me, after which they left me practically in the middle of nowhere for maybe an hour or more.

When they returned, I was untied from the pole, but they retied my hands behind my back, after which they did not return for hours. It was rather cold, and unsure of when they would come back, I managed to untie my feet, and ended up walking about a mile to the main campsite, barefoot and with my hands still tied behind my back. Obviously the young lot found this rather hilarious…

soz i havent posted nething but had nothin to post.i am back in uk tho next week so maybe i might have soon lol.

how come there r so many boys gettin tiedup in girls clothes ...do u like it hehe.

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Cops:
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Miranda
Luke

We let the robbers go run off and hide. Then all the cops go look for them. I see J.T. run across the street so I chase him down and bring him to the garage. I tell get on his knees. I remove his shoes, but leave his white Nike ankle socks on. I bind his ankles with duct tape. Then his wrists. Next I wrap the tape around his upper chest. Last I stuff a cloth in his mouth and tape it shut. Since he was a small kid, I picked him up and put him in a car's trunk. He was left there for 20 minutes.

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Steven, did you ever tie up more people and take pics? I love the two you took of Nat. They're very cute.

J. Constantine, got any more tie-ups with Jane? The friendly playfulness of it all is what I love about your stories. I especially love the "captured by the monster" story, and your story of tying her up to freak out your friend was cool too!

Got any more stories of tying up Jill, or capturing only one person?

Just to clarify matters 'Petticoal training' formed only a small part of my Aunt's methods of discipline.

I will post further experiences in due course. And finally, sorry but I don't have an e-mail address. I'll contribute again soon.

Hey, while I think your sotry plot line is good, try extrapolating more on the details. it will make the story more interesting, and easier to follow