What would you do to me if you had me captured and tied up?I'm 18, slim, with shoulder length blonde hair!!! I'd be wearing short trousers, a short cut top and Puma trainers with white Nike trainer sox!!! I'm also super ticklish, esp on my feet lol!!!

Plllzzzzz say what you'd do!!!

Steph

Pretty neat story, and I like it.

Nicholas H, you rocked....again.

CFKL, (sorry if I butchered your name), great story.

Holly xxxx

we was chatting about some TV show i cant remember what one when mersadies pulled out my pair of handcuffs, she stoped talking and said cool she then asked me if i wanted to have some fun with them i said ok and she said ok stand up so i did she then handcuffed my hands behind my back she then dug under my bed a little more and pulled out some duct tape she wrapped it tightly around my legs then pulled me on the floor and wrapped the duct tape around my knees and tapped my elbows to my body.

once i was toterly tied up she bent over me and used her little finger to run up my belly (iam possibly the most tickless person ever) then started to tickle all around i twisted and turned trying to get away from her but i couldnt

mersadies continued to tickle me for about an hour by the time she untied me i was nearly wetting myself after my feet and body was untied i begged her to hurry up cause i was so desprate but of course that made her go slower in the end i just ran to the toilett with my hands still cuffed (i had elastic shorts on so it was easy to get them down) once i was done i couldnt get them back up so i had to beg mersadies to un cuff my hands from the door (so she didnt see anything) in the end she did and we continued to clean up my room

me and mersadies did have some other tie ups which i will post if you want me to

and teddy bear yous was wicked

Thanks.

If any of your colleagues of the opposite sex are tyable, you could tie one of them and ask. College kids aren't that far removed from children.

For that matter, we are all somebody's children.

Anyway, I'll try to give the best response I can, speaking only for myself. When I was a kid, I didn't actually like to be tied up myself, but I got excited watching cartoons and TV shows, and reading books with scenes where characters, especially kids close to my own age, got captured and/or tied up (I also found other sorts of perils exciting too of course, but the tying up stuck out).

For me, it was a mixture of seeing an adult be harsh on a kid, rather than treating them gingerly, seeing a kid in danger, and imagining the feeling of helplessness they must feel. Something about the inability to move, combined with not knowing what your captors were going to do with you later or if you'd ever escape, and the very fact that someone would treat someone else this way, left an impact on me.

Now, as for why do other kids like to be tied up? The reasons vary from person to person, but a few I've observed seem to fall into a few categories of common reasons.

- The challenge. Some kids want to be genuinely tied up for a simple "let's see if you can get out of this" game. For those kids, they may lose interest in it later if they only enjoy tying up for that reason alone.

- The experience. Kids try all sorts of new things out of sheer curiousity alone. Some kids may see someone people tied up on TV and may be curious to know what they feels like, to try to experience it. A particular scene of danger or helplessness might strike them as "cool" or intriguing, and they might want to try it out. Again, if this is the case, it won't lead to an obsession or strong interest or anything, and is just one experience in a long string of unrelated childhood experimentation.

- The excitement/feeling of being helpless. Some kids might be, like me, struck by the scenes that they see in the shows and want to re-enact the events to try to experience them on a deeper level than simple curiousity. Maybe the emotional portrayal of how someone felt when tied up in a show or a book grabbed their attention, and they feel (or want to feel) some sort of empathy.

- Role-playing. Kids play all sorts of simple childhood games, pretending to be anything from pirates to Pokemon. Heck, I've seen it all the time when I was a kid. While these games have loose rules and are really just "let's pretend" events that may change at a whim due to outside interference or other kids wanting to do different things, all manner of roles are taken on. If a prisoner is required as part of the game, some kid may be tied up, even if with just a loosely tied jumprope, for the role. The kid who is tied up would then try to act out their role.

Now, some kids really get into the tying up aspect or the role that they play, while others just shrug it off as if it were nothing; they could clearly just take it or leave it. For some who do really get into it, it becomes a regularly occuring game, or even something that carries over into teen years and later. It really depends on the individual, the experiences they had as well as whether they were positive or negative, what exactly they got out of the experiences if anything, and their specific emotional needs or desires. Some people with very complicated lives have reported feeling a "Zen-like" feeling when tied up and helpless...but those were reported by adults. Kids tend to enjoy being tied up for some playful value they get out of it.

Anyway, I hope my answer helps you. Maybe other posters here on this page can lend their ideas? Please post again on what you think of this, as I am very curious about what exactly you are researching, if you don't mind.

Switzerland
So, our first au paire came from the above country. Call her Sandy. We wasted no time. The first time Mom left Sandy in charge we tied her up. I can't remember how it started. I was 8. We wrapped rope around her upper body, tied her hands behind her back, tied her ankles and gagged her with a bandana. For a few minutes she sat on the foot of my bed with us watching her. Occasionally she muttered "OK" if I gave her instructions. That was the day I learned that OTM gags don't actually work.

I learned the lesson well. A week later we tied her again. We were in the basement watching television when I leapt on her and put my hand over her mouth. She mmphed and struggled a little. She was mad but didn't struggle much. Bro got up and got the rope. This time the rope was a very long set of pink nylon climbing rope he played with. We tied her up with it much the same way we got her last time. After we tied her up I put my hand over her mouth and told my Bro to get some tape. He came back with duct tape. Sandy mumbled "oh no" under my hand. I tore off a piece and tried to put on her mouth. Now she fought back. I forget what she told us. I gave up on the gag.
Sandy left early due to homesickness and the agency gave us a new au paire that I didn't tie up. I struck again a year later.

It was an early morning in the summer. My bro and I were bored. Once again, the details of how it started escape me. We tied her to an office chair I sat at when I did homework. By now my brother had accumulated a very nice collection of climbing rope of different colors. He also was in his tool phase and had visitation rights to my Dad's workbench because he was well behaved and never touched anything without permission. That's also where the tape was.
First we wrapped Jen up in the climbing rope, and I mean good. She was covered. Most of it was extra and just tossed on for the heck of if. The chair was not very well shaped for tying someone too, but Jen was there to stay. I can't remember how we secured her very vividly (my more recent stories will are much clearer. I promise.) At first I just stuck a loose piece of rope in mouth. I mean stuck. Didn't tie it or anything. So she spat it out. I put it back. She spat it out. So we got the tape. The tape we used was masking tape and didn't work very well the first time. So we added more. Eventually we let her go.

Months later Jen took my brother, a friend of mine and me to see the movie "Sgt. Bilko" with Steve Martin. One of the trailers was for a movie about a husband and wife who have been married for twenty years. A man breaks into the hourse, ties up the wife and claims her husband hired him to kill her, but for some reason he tired he too a chair and spent the movie talking to her, judging by the credits. At some point, Jen says "That's what the boys did to me!" There was no one else in the theater, fortunately.

That gave me an idea. Weeks later. My bro and I are in the basement watching TV when Jen comes down. She joins us and we're watching where in the world is carmen san diego for a few minutes. Then I leap on Jen, hand gag her and yell "Now!" to my bro. He's about to tackle her too but I tell him to get the tape. Earlier I told my bro we should tie Jen up again when she comes downstairs, but not immediately. My bro got the tape, and a pair of scissors. Smart thinking. I unhand Jenny and we go to town. After wrapping her torso we try to the tear the tape but can't and just get it tangled a little. Jen scolds us for this failure and my bro exlains that I'm the one doing the ripping. Then I remember the scissors. Which I use. With the scissors the taping gets back on track. We taped her wrists in front of her body, then sat her on the couch and taped her ankles. She says "Are you done?"
"Yes" says my brother.
"No," I said and cut off a strip for a gag.
"Nooo!" went Jen as I taped her mouth shut. For the next few minutes Jen is mmphing against the gag in her English accent. She had a very cute voice that I love to this day. We kept her taped for about forty five until my bro got hungry and we unwrapped her. She gave us a snack and pretended to sulk while we ate.

Back to the story. We all got along with Rochelle just as well as Jen. In fact when the war in Iraq started Rochelle called us. She was worried about us.
When Rochelle was with us I got to tie her up twice. Once with my bro's help, once on my own. I forget how the first tie up started (I know, that's a theme with me, huh?) I think we were rouch housing in the basement. At some point we masking taped Rochelle's wrists together in front of her. We marched her upstairs and placed a strip of masking tape over her mouth and sat her in an armchair. She jumped up and ran out of the living room. We followed and foudn her crouched under a side table in the dining room. She giggled when we found her. We dragged her out and marched her back to the living room. I applied some more strips of masking tape to her mouth forming and an asterisk. When I went to secure her shoulders to the chair he jumper up, and this time took some of the gag off. She went back to the same hiding place. We found her again and she giggled again. The gag was dangling from her cheek by one strip. We marched her back to the living room. The three of us were enjoying this chasing of course. This time we wrapped the tape around her upper body securing her arms against her shoulder. Then tried to tape her shoulders to the chair. I didn't use enough tape. Up she jumped and the chase continued. I was enjoying it every step of the way, but now I wanted her tied up. Finally, we taped her ankles. Then we plastered masking tape all over her cheeks and mouth. She was gagged. She giggled and moaned under the tape. Giggled more than moaned. eventually we let her go.

Can't remember how much later it was. My bro was off at a friends house. Leaving me and Rochelle to entertain each other. We playing checkers and I was losing, so I decided to change the rules. I remembered a Dilbert strip in which Dogbert beats Dilbert at Chess by yelling "My Queen has an uzi in her purse and she slays your entire side!" then knocking all the pieces away. I take my piece and yell "He has an uzi and kills all your pieces!" and knocking every piece off the board.
"That's not in the game!" said Rochelle.
"Neither is this!" I say as I tackle her. I handgagged her.
"Now you're my prisoner!" I said. Rochelle obeyed. I marched her over to a chair and told her to have a seat. I got a tow gun (ironically, a toy shaped like a submachine gun, not an uzi though) and told her to stay put. She obeyed and I went to get the tape.
"Oh, not the (french word for tape)!" she says.
"Nothing else works."
Then Rochelle suggests I tie something over her mouth in a combination of heavily accented English and pantomime.
"Nope, doesn't actually work." Rochelle suggested a cleave gag with her English and pantomime. So I do that. She's cleavegagged and not tied up yet. She's just sitting there, hand at her sides and cleave gagged.
"I don't like the way that looks," I said and take it out. Rochelle sighed.
"Then please can you not put anything over my mouth?" she asks me.
"We'll see" I said with all the honesty of a politician. I tied her hands behind her back, tied her ankles, than wrapped rope around her wais and the chair. Then I tore off a piece of duct tape and slapped it on her mouth. She mmmphed a little then was quiet while I played Nintendo. Later I untied her from the chair and released her ankles and placed her on the couch. Then retired her ankles. She mmmphed louder than before and struggled. She twisted and turned and wiggled and mmmphed. I was 10 and just starting to notice girls at the time. Whenever I recall it it seems so sexy. I'm 19 now.
I let her go after a short time.

Rochelle is now married with a daughter. She said if anyone from my family is ever in her town in France we should stay with her family. I'm the only member of my family who doesn't like skiing, but the odds are good I may see her again. Not when skiing, but if I ever go to Europe (which I must do sometime) I should drop by. I entertain the fantasy of reliving some old memories. Maybe even making some with her daughter.

That's the end of my au paire stories. More to come with my cousin, neighbors and daughters of parent's friends.

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Im 17 m living in Perth Australia, i dont have any tie up experience but i have wanted to start for a while, im looking to chat with girls of the same age from around the world about tie-up games and bondage,bdsm in general.
So if you want to chat please add me to msn or cnada2 on yahoo

patrick1983nj - yahoo id
thompson08724 - aim

Discussing this topic with Obs2 reminds me of many ancient fantasies about playing tie-up in the family. There's the "parents binds child up so there'll be no trouble" concept; there's the "child asks parent about how does one feel while bound up" one, and so on.

This also reminds me of a funny episode. I was regularly chatting with a girl friend of mine, and she was telling me about her "pesty" little brother. I suggested, "You should tell him you're ready to hogtie him so he won't annoy you any more". During the following chat session she told me she did EXACTLY that- and MORE. She told me, she took his hands and kept behind his back together with a foot of his (he was standing) and said, "next I'll tie it all up together!". According to her, the kid was laughing his head inside out. Unfortunately right then their Mother walked in the room from the kitchen and commanded to stop that at once. I wonder what'd have happened if my friend'd have been able to complete her threat. Or mayhaps, did they happen to play on again far from their Mother?

Babysitter: "Yes Mr and Mrs Dinkins, the children were wonderfully, we spent all the time playing Cowboys & Indians".

Jackie & Lizzie: "MMMMPPPHHHGGGRRRRMMMPPPHHH!".

(P.S. Does somebody here remember the URL to the famous Babysitter Bondage dreambook? I happened to lose it while formatting my 'puter some time ago)

i don't no about any of you but i can't stand people in my familt seeing me tied up.

Tied, smelly socks unually can be filed in two main classes: one, fresh ones, ie they need to be used shortly after taking them off their wearer's (the more sweaty the better) feet; two, baked ones, ie socks that have been kept on some heating surface for no less than an hour and a half. Each class has its fans around. You can choose the kind you like better, or even both, as you like.

Observer 2, I think that your experience of TUGs with your Father is the best example of how a game idea can be lived without any guilt or dangerous innuendo- ie, of how it can just be, well, a game idea and nothing more. If a TUG's as innocent as it must be, I don't see any possible problem if someone plays with a parent. I noticed the overall feeling of trust and confidence that's in your stories. I sometimes doubt that might be related with a different culture. In Latin European countries a Father that ties up his son regularly would surely end up in an asylum. Northern Europe is rather different, if we exclude the British culture with its prude Victorian heritages. But I think that in the USA, when told "Hey Mum, O2's Father tied both of us up today" O's Mother would just comment "Oh, so you played 'prisoners'!". In Italy or Spain, for instance, O's Father would have found himself in big trouble instead.

P.S. Observer 2, was your "punishment" just about having to stay in bed bound spreadeagled? (And for how much time?). I like your stories very much and I hope to read more soon.

For darkshadow74656, Its me and everyone who wants to chat some, I think we should establish a chat channel on the IRC circuit. I've begun to become suspicious about IM services because I see they give the modem much work even if you've not started chatting yet. Plus, some of us have different messengers and meeting there might not be so easy. If a suggestion is useful, I think that the server irc.bondage.com would be perfect, it's not as crowded as other channels. We can schedule one session or two a week with a given time (keep in mind some of us live in different time zones!).

P.S. Some years ago I remember that such a thing was usual, weekly chat sessions were kept in a Web-based chat, it was in Bob's site if I'm remembering that well. Unfortunately I lost all the references and URL's during a formatting.

But one day, he put a strip of tape on his mouth, then another, and another. Anyway, (keep in mind that the desks were pretty big) these other guys in the room made sure that he would keep quite. So, they strapped tape from his wrists, to the legs of the desk.
(my teacher didn't notice this)

Also, during this period of time, someone said, "Hey, Matt just flipped me off!", and Matt said that he didn't... which in gag talk was "Mph mhp mmpphh!". Anyways, I felt at the very least, a little happy that he finnally shut up.

(it wasn't till the bell rang that my teacher found him, she was pretty mad at him, but it wasn't anything short of what he deserved)

Because it’s been so long, and because the first time I posted it it was kind of hard to read because it had no paragraphs and was in 4 separate parts, I thought I’d repost it – cleaned up and changed ever-so-slightly - if that’s OK. So here it is, cleaned up a bit.

This happened about 10 years ago in high school. I hung out with a mixed crowd (guys and girls), but this day I was at my friend Robin's house (female) and there were 2 other friends there, both girls - Kori and Lee. We were all 17. It was a torrentially rainy spring day and we were hanging out with nothing to do. All three of them were very attractive.

People on this site seem to always try to mention what the people involve looked like and were wearing, so here goes my best recollection. Robin – my oldest friend - had long brown hair and was beautiful. She had on a short-sleeved button down shirt (like a dress shirt), grey sweat pants, and white socks.

Lee was a short, perky blonde with kind of frizzy hair past her shoulders - she was very cute. She had on a purple Izod shirt with short sleeves (these girls all loved that GAP, preppie look), striped pants, and purple socks.

Kori is the one I had a huge crush on - brownish blonde hair, long legs, deep brown eyes, very slender and lean. She was from the south and spoke with a slight accent. I really had a little thing for her. She also wore an Izod shirt (that's how I remember - she and Lee dressed alike), only hers was beige, and she wore blue pants and grey argyle socks.

I had on a concert t-shirt and jeans, which was my usual look. I was the only one with shoes on. We were flipping around the channels. Kori sat next to me on the couch, Lee and Robin were stretched out on the floor. I had the remote.

We were very bored until I saw that a Clint Eastwood western was on - "Outlaw Josey Wales." One of my favorites and I told them to watch it. I was getting into it, but they hated it. About an hour in Robin grabbed the remote from me and turned the TV off in disgust, saying she couldn't take any more of it. I told her it wasn't for girls, I guess, and made fun of them for that. Kori said, "That's like an hour of my life I'm never goin to have back. I should charge you for it."

She kicked at me playfully and I laughed. "Girls just don't understand classic movies."

Robin said, "We don’t understand bad movies. We watched your awful movie for an hour and I'm more bored than ever!"

"Well, think of something to do," I said.

Next Lee stood up. "We should make you sit outside in the rain for an hour - that'd be more fun for us than that awful thing you just made us watch."

"Stop complaining," I said. "If you're all so bored, think of something. Anything! But your complaints do nothing for me."

Kori swung both her feet up and kicked at me again, on the arms. "Maybe we SHOULD throw him outside."

Then we all jabbered about this for about a minute.

Then Robin stood up and said, "I have a better idea. Let's tie him up!"

"Yeah right," I said.

"Tie him up?" Kori said. "Do you have rope?"

"My Dad's got a whole bunch in the garage for camping. Want me to get it?" I still hadn't moved, because I didn't take this as a threat.

"Do what you want. But no one's tying me up."

"Is that so?" Lee said, hopping to her feet too."Get him, Kori!"

And then Lee pounced on me. Kori did the same - the 3 of us wrestled on the couch while Robin ran out to the garage yelling, "Hold him down while I get the rope!"

We wrestled and they didn't really have much of a grip on me, but I was a little off guard. Kori was now holding one of my arms pretty tight while Lee sat on my stomach. A minute later Robin came in with several lengths of rope, dropped it, pulled on my free arm (it was hanging off the couch) and yanked me down to the floor.

Kori fell by my head and held onto my other arm, while Lee stayed on top of me and basically rode me down to the floor. It hurt and I was now at a serious disadvantage – on the floor and under Lee with the other two hovering and ready to attack.

Kori, above my head, then put her knees on both my shoulders, pinning me kind of painfully. Lee stayed on my stomach. Robin took one of the ropes and tied it around one wrist, which was pinned over my head by Kori.

"Turn him over!" Robin told Kori. "Lee, if he resists, punch him in the stomach."

I did resist as they tried to flip on my stomach, and Lee delivered a hard punch right to the middle of my stomach. It knocked the wind out of me and after that I was rolled over pretty easily.

When they got me to my stomach, Lee put her knees on the backs on my legs, which hurt. Robin and Kori tried to pry my hands behind my back, but I resisted.

"Knock it off! Come on, this hurts!" I said. "This isn't going to work!"

"Shut up – it’s gonna hurt more if you don’t do as we say!" Robin said. "Kori, if his hands aren't behind his back in 10 seconds, pull his hair as hard as you can."

"Okay," Kori said, grabbing my hair near my forehead. "Sugar, I think you should do as you are told."

I resisted still and Kori yanked, causing me to yell and give in.

"Okay! Okay! Just stop!" I yelled.

I was theirs now. Robin had my hands tied behind my back in about a minute with the rope, and then they turned me over again. Kori held down my shoulders with her hands.

"Lee," Robin said, handing her some rope, "tie his feet."

"He's kicking me!" Lee said. She’s right – I was.

"Take his shoes off!” Robin ordered and sat on my legs. "He won’t dare. Will you?"

I looked at her and saw I’d had it, so I gave up. Lee slipped my sneakers off and tied the rope around my feet. Then another, again above the ankles. Then they all got off me, hopped to their feet and giggled, and looked at their work while I rolled around with my hands and feet tied.

"Isn't he cute?" Lee said.

"What's the matter, Ronnie? You're not gonna let 3 little girls tie you up, are you," Robin taunted.

They all laughed and Robin fortified the bonds with a rope around my chest and then my upper legs. I was tied up tight.

Then they propped me up on the floor against the couch.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked.

"We told you," Robin said. "We're bored. No other reason."

"Will you please untie me? You've proved your point."

"There's no point," Robin said, while Kori collected my shoes and wallet (it fell out of my pocket in the struggle) and watch and tucked them into her backpack. My car keys were still in my front pocket. "We were bored and felt like tying you up. So we did. Untie you? No no, Ronnie. You're not going anywhere."

"What should we do with him?" Lee asked.

"I don't know yet," Robin said with a grin, crouching down and looking me in the face. "My parents are gone until tomorrow. Let's throw him my closet until we think of something."

"No!" I yelled and thrashed some more while they dragged me into Robin's bedroom (it was on the same floor). My struggles did no good and I continued to yell.

"Kori," Robin said. "There are some long bandanas in my top drawer. Get them out."

Kori did and brought one pink and one red one over. Robin crouched down and rolled them tight in her hands.

"Guess we have to gag you," Robin said, and forced the first one over my mouth. Then she tied the second around my mouth too. My yelling was now muffled.

The three girls forced me into the closett, which Lee and cleared the bottom out of. Kori was laughing hard as they all stood in the doorway of the closet, looking down at their helpless prisoner, bound and gagged.

"Can he breathe like that?" Kori asked, still laughing.

"He's fine," Robin said. "It's just a gag."

Then Robin waved at me with her fingers. "Bye bye. See you in a little while, when we decide what to do to you."

They closed the door as I tried to scream, "No!" I heard the door being locked and lots of giggling.

"Leave him in there, the brat!" Robin said, their voices trailing away. I was now bound and gagged and locked in a dark closet. I tried to kick to loosen the ropes, but there wasn't much space.

I wondered how this happened -how did they do this? Three girls tying up a guy? I couldn't figure out how this happened - how I let this happen. I writhed around for a few minutes, but I realized it was hopeless. I gave up and slumped against the closet wall, trying to loosen the gag with my teeth. That didn't work either.

A few minutes passed. Then the door opened. It was Kori, who started laughing all over again.

"Hi honey," Kori said, dripping that southern accent as I grunted.

"What, no hi for me?" she teased. "Oh, you can't say hi with a gag in your mouth, can you, sugar?"

I grunted again. It was all I could do.

"We need your car keys. Lee needs to get her overnight bag. We've decided to have a sleepover! You're car is blocking hers, so we need your car keys."

I said nothing and just sat there helpless in front of her.

"I'm going to take your gag off and you're going to tell me where your keys are, okay?" Kori asked. I nodded.

Kori knelt down and slipped her long, slender fingers under the gag, sliding it down around my neck. I gasped for a second and then thanked her.

"Now, where are the keys?" Kori asked, kneeling on the closet floor next to me.

"Why don't you untie me and I'll move the car myself?" I asked.

Kori smiled and had none of it.

"Sugar, if you don't tell me, I have to gag you again and then go tell Robin you're not cooperating. Do you want to deal with her again?” Kori said, grinning at her helpless prisoner and looking more beautiful than ever. “Look, tell me where they are, and if you promise not to shout, I won't gag you again. You really have no choice."

I thought for a moment and realized she was right.

"They're in my pocket. My left pocket. Now you promised, Kori. No gag!" I said quickly.

"I sure did," Kori smiled and reached her fingers into my pocket, giggling. I laughed and winced at the sensation and she pulled them out. I really kind of enjoyed that part.

"Now, remember our deal," she said, hopping to her feet, putting her finger to her lips, and closing the closet door. I heard her yell, "I got them!"

So about 10 minutes later as I'm still bound hand and foot in the closet, with the double bandana gag hanging around my neck and careful not to make a sound, the door opened and it was Robin, smiling wickedly at me.

"Hello there, can you come out and play?" Robin asked, reaching down and grabbing and pulling me out of the closet.

I tried to resist and was writhing around at her feet on the floor when she suddenly put one of her feet right over my mouth. Her white socks were dirty and smelly, but I couldn't do anything about it. She stood there with her foot on my mouth and glared at me.

"Who took your gag off? You or Kori?" Robin demanded to know.

"Kori" I said, muffled by her foot.

"Well, I have to have a talk with her," Robin said. She then took her foot off my mouth - which I was glad about – and crouched down and slid the bandana gag back into my mouth tightly. "If this gag comes out again, I take these dirty socks off and gag you with those. Do you understand!?"

I nodded.

"Good," she said, snickering. She grabbed my feet and dragged me out into the other room where Kori was, stretched out on the couch.

"Ronnie's ready to play with us," Robin said, dropping me to the floor and then shoving me against the couch, so I was sitting up against it. "And by the way Kori - no one takes his gag out without permission. He is my prisoner - you are my helpers, but he is mine. We'll kidnap him and bring him to your house one day and you can make the rules. But he is mine here and I say we gag him."

"Oh, my house?" Kori said with a smile. She was always smiling. "How about next week, honey? Is that okay with you?"

"It's nice having a man at your feet,” Kori giggled, and with that she slid her grey-socked foot onto my face and kind of rubbed it around. I tried to squirm but all I could do was whimper as Kori’s feet stayed on my face. At least they didn’t smell as bad as Robin’s.

"Yeah," Robin said, kneeling down next to me. "I told him if that gag comes out again, he gets worse."

"What's worse than this?" Kori asked.

"I gag him with my dirty socks!" Robin said wickedly.

"Gross!" Kori said with a laugh. "Honey, you better do what she says. If Robin wants you gagged, you better stay gagged. You don't want her socks in your mouth, do you?"

I grunted. It was about all I could do.

"Kori, do you want to have some fun with our prisoner now?" Robin asked as Kori kept caressing my face with her toes.

"I sure do," Kori said, continuing with her foot on my face. "Don't complain, sweetie. You’re are prisoner and can’t do anything about it anyway! Now, what SHALL we do to him, Robin?"

"I should tell you something about Ron," Robin said.

I should point out at this point that I'd known Robin most of my life. She knew most of my secrets, including my crush on Kori. I was suddenly terrified she was going to tell her about it .I tried to scream to stop her, but Robin had gagged me tightly and it was no use.

"Well, Kori, the thing about Ronnie is..."

"Yes?" Kori said, hopping to her feet and standing in front of me.

Robin crouched down in front of me.

"He" she told Kori, "is INCREDIBLY ticklish!"

I wasn't expecting this. Now I was scared for a different reason! I tried to get away but Robin grabbed me and forced me out into the middle of the floor, where she pinned me down and sat on my legs. Kori couldn't hold her excitement.

"Ticklish! He's ticklish! Oh my God - that's awesome! I love tickling," Kori said, standing over me and returning her socked foot to my face. "Where are you ticklish, sugar?"

"Everywhere!" Robin said and started wiggling her fingers slowly in the air as she sat on me. Kori joined her and crouched down next to my bound body, wiggling her fingers and giggling maniacally. I thrashed to no avail as they got closer and closer.

"My cousin and I once held down my little brother and we tickle tortured him so bad he was crying! We got into such trouble!" Kori said.

"No one's going to get you into trouble today, hon. Let's tickle him to death - STARTING NOW!" Robin yelled, and both of them touched their wiggling fingers onto my ribs and stomach and started tickling me like there was no tomorrow. If I rolled left, they would tickle my right side, and vice versa when I rolled right. I had no way of protecting myself with my hands tied behind my back and my feet bound, and Kori seemed to tickle me with devilish glee, digging her fingers into my ribcage and armpits before hopping up and moving to my feet.

"I'm gonna take his socks off and tickle his feet," Kori announced, kneeling at my helpless feet.

"Good," Robin said, moving to my stomach. "Then his ribs and armpits are all mine."

And with that Robin sank her fingers deep into my armpits while I felt tears in my eyes. I was almost out of control!

Kori had peeled my socks off and thrown then aside and stated fingering the soles of my feet, first slowly and then quicker. She tickled in between my toes and then around my ankles for several minutes, holding the ropes around my ankles to keep my still. I was being tortured!

"I've never seen someone so ticklish!" Kori squealed while Robin tickled my neck and I panted for mercy into the gag. "Robin, did you ever tickle anyone with your feet?"

"No," Robin said, without stopping. "Does it work?"

"You won't believe it! Can I do it to him?" Kori asked.

"Of course!" Robin said. “He’s our hostage – you can do anything you want!”

Kori got to her feet and Robin moved up and sat on my chest, leaving my ribs open for assault by Kori's feet. But Kori paused.

"I wonder if I should take my socks off, or tickle him with my socks on?" she asked.

"Try both, sweetie," Robin said. "Take your socks off and see how your bare feet do. Then I'll tickle him with my socks on. Okay?"

All the while Robin still had her fingers in my armpits and I was laughing in agony.

"Okay," Kori said and slipped off her grey argyle socks and tossed them onto my face. "You think this is torture? Wait until my feet get you!"

And she dug her bare feet into my ribs, prodding me with her toes and kneading my ribcage. I bucked so hard I almost threw Robin off me. It was the worst tickle-torture I ever felt!

After a few minutes, they traded places and Kori held me down while Robin sat on the couch and kept her socks on and tickled me through the socks. I was in such hysterics that I finally got the gag out and began to holler with desperate laughter, so Kori grabbed one of her grey socks, put it in her hand, and placed in over my mouth.

"We warned you! Robin told you - if your gag comes out, you get gagged with socks. But you're lucky - my socks are clean! Keep tickling him, honey! He loves your toes!" Kori laughed. She held the sock on my mouth with one hand and tickled me, one armpit at a time, with the other. Tears were running down my face.

Finally Robin stopped tickling me with her feet and they stopped the torture. I screamed and Kori took the sock off my mouth. I was laughing and crying at once and begging for no more.

Finally, Kori and Robin's tickle torture had stopped. I lay on the ground for several minutes, still tied up, composing myself while they sat on the floor next too, cross-legged, with very little sympathy.

"I have never met anyone so ticklish in my life," Kori said, putting her socks back on.

"Yeah, ever since we were kids," Robin said. "I used to keep him in line by tickling him. Right Ronnie?"

Just then the door opened. In walked Lee with her bag of night things. About an hour had passed since she left. She put her stuff down, kicked off her shoes, and padded over to us in her purple socks. She sat down next to me as well and saw I'd been crying and was still laughing hysterically.

"Oh my God!" Lee said. "What did you guys do to him?"

"We tortured him," Robin said proudly.

"How'd you torture him?" Lee asked.

"We tickled him to death!" Kori said, laughing some more. "It was awesome. We tickled him so hard he cried!"

"How come you didn't wait for me? I want to tickle him too!" Lee snapped. The other two laughed, looked at each other with evil grins, and shrugged. I then tried to quickly roll away but Robin caught me and held me down.

"I think our prisoner here can take a little more tickle torture. Whadda you think, Kori?" Robin asked, pinning me above my head at the shoulders.

"Yep!" Kori exclaimed, moving down to my feet. "We'll hold him down, you tickle him, Lee. He's ticklish EVERYWHERE!"

"Is that right?" Lee taunted, standing over me wiggling her fingers.

Here we go again!

I tried to scream but should have known better. Robin forced the bandana gag back into my mouth and held down my shoulders, while Kori sat on my feet. "Go for it," she told Lee

Lee gave me a fierce, unmerciful tickling on my ribs, armpits, stomach, and chest while Kori tickled my feet some more and Robin tickled my neck. I was in hysterics all over again.

"Tickle him with your feet, Lee," Kori yelled. "It's the best!"

"Really," Lee said getting up and planting her purple-socked feet into my ribcage. The tickling continued and I screamed myself hoarse under the gag and finally she stopped. Robin took my gag out and I panted for several more minutes.

Robin looked at me and sighed, "I don't think Ronnie liked our tickle torture."

"Oh, he loved it," Kori said, getting closer to me. "Right?"

I shook my head and said nothing, gasping and laughing and still completely tied up.

"Say you love it," Kori said sharply, "or we'll tickle torture you all over again!!"

"Okay! Okay! I love it! I love it! Now please untie me. I can't take any more of this!" I begged.

"Not so fast," Robin said. "Before we untie our prisoner, he should find a way to thank us for showing mercy on him?"

"What'd you have in mind?" Kori asked with a grin.

"He's going to kiss our feet!" Robin declared.

"No," I said, "please don't make me. Just untie me."

Then Lee said, "You kiss our feet, or we tickle you some more. Your choice."

So what was I to do? They made me kneel in front of them and lined up in a row, six technicolor socked feet under my face - Robin's feet in white socks, Kori's feet in grey argyle socks, Lee's feet in purple socks. I bent down and gave each foot a peck. They squealed with delight.

"Okay, we'll untie you now," Robin said, taking the ropes off my chest.

Kori untied my feet and Robin untied my hands. I just laid on the floor for a while, trying to compose myself and feeling really jumpy, while they all laughed at me. Kori even came over and said she was going to tickle me again, but I hopped up and she just giggled. She gave me my shoes, wallet, and car keys back.

"We have to do this again, Ronnie." Kori said. "I just HAVE to tickle torture you again."

"Yeah," Robin said. "Hey, we're not bored anymore. Guess we found a cure for boredom. Wanna hang out her some more, Ronnie?" I said no way and left a few minutes later, going back home and collapsing on my couch.

My parents were out and I was home alone for a little while. I thought about the whole ordeal and laughed a lot. What else could I do?

That’s the story, reprinted from 5 years ago and edited with a few more small details added.

I would love to hear any thoughts anyone has. Comments?

To Kenny: "escape challenges" are always a good starter into tie up games. If the truth be known, I doubt there are many boys of "boy scout" age who will refuse to participate. I suspect the wish to "find out what it is like to be tied up" lies dormant in most youngsters and there is also the wish to prove yourself more adept at escaping than your buddies. Just don't apply any pressure - occasionally there may be one who really doesn't want to join in, although even with the exception, you will often find them changing their mind in the hope of excelling!

At camp when doing knot work find a willing volunteer and demonstrate lashings using his arms instead of poles. A properly tied diagonal lashing needn't be over-tight but should be virtually inescapable, particularly if tied behind the victim's back.

I don't doubt that wide games are as popular today as they were with us, particularly with the larger spaces available on camping trips. Our "big" games came about originally from wide games being played where participants would be "killed" if they lost an armband of wool or similar. However they were able to re-enter the game by returning to base and renewing their life. While this kept everyone involved, some troop members felt that "prisoners" should be semi-permanently out of the game, particularly where evasion by a small group relative to the searchers was involved. From here it was a short step to proposing that prisoners could be tied up, which meant that they were only able to re-enter the game if they succeeded in escaping or were set free by a team mate. The idea grew in popularity and curiously, the leaders agreed to allow the boys to try it out during a camp (before I arrived in the troop).

The boys were careful to establish a set of ground rules with a view to ensuring no one was hurt. The water pistols were introduced and it was accepted that if hit by water you would surrender immediately - resistance was not permitted. Each boy was generally equipped with two lengths of rope about 6 feet long. If you made a capture you used your prisoner's supplies to tie him up in any way you saw fit. You kept your own rope - this would be used on you if you were caught. It didn't take long for them to realise that gags would be useful (or essential!) and suitable cloths were added to the equipment. Strict rules were in place regarding the tightness of the bonds and any boy that complained was to be immediately liberated (I don't recall this ever happening). The boys quickly discovered that bonds could be made inescapable without being dangerously tight, and with a degree of ingenuity a prisoner could be left to suffer a degree of discomfort without being harmed in any way. Any one not wishing to participate fully would be escorted back to a base area where he would have to sit out the rest of the game. Perhaps it was this possibility of enforced inactivity that ensured this rarely happened - virtually everyone was prepared to join in, although some certainly would not have joined our rather wilder (and unsupervised) games some of which you have read. It is this that strengthens my belief that almost all twelve to fifteen year olds are quite prepared to risk being tied up and consider it almost an adventure.

My purpose in writing all this is to provide some background and suggestions from which you may be able to develop some ideas of your own. Sound out some of your buddies who have enjoyed the "escape challenges" and use it as a starting point for your discussions. Think very carefully about rules to make any game safe (there is lots of info on this site) and I would be surprised if most if not all the members of your troop didn't want to take part.

Good Luck!

- When did your first TUG game with your Dad happen and who did start it (and how)?

- How long did your longest game session last (either in a single position or in multiple positions) and how were you tied?

- Do you remember the tie-up session that made you sweat most?

- What do you like better- struggling against your bonds, or staying there enjoying their hug?

- Which tie-up position would you say was the most extreme you experienced?

- Which kind of gag do you think is more effective? Which one do you like better? Which one do you like least?

- Have you ever been bound with handcuffs or such?

- What was the most daring session you experienced? (ie when a neighbour almost saw you)?

- Do you use some sort of alert signal in order to warn your Father about any problems when you're tied up?

- Do you think you'll ever grow bored of TUG games- or are you planning to go on with them for your life, mayhaps with a girl in your Father's place? ;)

Ok, so last time we tied up Jake with Steven's duct tape and recorded his struggling on video and later showed it to his girlfriend. And last time, the counselors "confiscated" the duct tape and told us that they really didn't want people to pulling pranks, as some people get mad. But we all expressed that we'd be ok with it. Well, most of us.

Anyway, we were taking our showers when one of the guys, Chris, stuffed his underwear (briefs) in his pair of jeans lying next to his shower. He then took his shower. Now, everyone in our cabin wore boxers, but Chris never said anything, so it fits. So then I came up with a plan and I told Steven and another guy named Dusty. And we all agreed and were laughing. Quietly.

So we took all his close (except his underwear) and took it back to the cabin with us so that he would have to go back only wearing his underwear. When we got back, we quickly told the other guys. They all agreed, so we got ready to jump him when he came in. We had guys looking out the window looking for him. So then Matt said "Here he comes!!" We all let out a laugh as we got into out spots. He came, except he took down the shower curtain and was wearing it like a towell around his waist.

We all quickly commented on the shower curtian and adjusted our plan. He came in the door and we tripped him. Dusty put his knees on his shoulders and was holding his arms down, but just barely. I took off the shower curtain, and he was wearing his underwear. They used the duct tape to tape his hands to his sides and his feet together. He was yelling at us but we kept going.

Once he was all tied up, the guys taped his mouth. Of course. So then the guys taught me a new trick. We got an ice cube and sprinkled some salt on him. After that we pressed the ice cube on the salt. It's supposed to create a "burning" sensation that sometimes leaves a scar. Anyway we did it too him and after that put him on his bed. Once again, though, the counselors were the people to spoil the fun by letting him lose.

There was a few more tie ups, but again, unrelated.

And to the guy who re-posted 'Let's Tie Him Up', good story, did anything else ever happen between the four of you?

I'd like to chat with you or anyone else on this board an, i have msn, aim and yahoo too.

Observer 2, I liked your "Soccer Unifrom Tie Up" story a lot. Allow me to ask you a few questions, interview-style:

- When did your first TUG game with your Dad happen and who did start it (and how)? Umm, I'm not sure but I think I wrote about the first time with my father before, and if not, then I guess I might just tell you guys, lol.

- How long did your longest game session last (either in a single position or in multiple positions) and how were you tied? Oh about a day and a half.

- Do you remember the tie-up session that made you sweat most? When I was bound in a really uncomfortable and tight position. (the most extreme one)

- What do you like better- struggling against your bonds, or staying there enjoying their hug? I like to just enjoy the helplessness of the fact that I CANNOT free myself, lol

- Which tie-up position would you say was the most extreme you experienced?
Umm, on a chair, my hands pulled behind me, tied together, and resting on the top of the back support of the chair, and my feet tied at the sides, both apart from each other and suspended, lol. VERY uncomfortable.

- Which kind of gag do you think is more effective? Which one do you like better? Which one do you like least? I think that a sock in my mouth with taoe wrapped around my mouth and the back of my head is the most effective, and that is how I prefer to be gagged. The one I like least is no gag, :)

- Have you ever been bound with handcuffs or such? YEah actually I have. Umm, cuffed hand and foot, and then another pair of handcuffs for the hogtie.

- What was the most daring session you experienced? (ie when a neighbour almost saw you)? Umm, well my friends that know I am regurlarly tied up know its best not to tell anyone, and so I do have friends that sometimes come at a time when I am tied up, and are unaware that I like the feeling of a good TUG, lol.

- Do you use some sort of alert signal in order to warn your Father about any problems when you're tied up? Yeah, and also the fact that he checks on me every half an hour.

- Do you think you'll ever grow bored of TUG games- or are you planning to go on with them for your life, mayhaps with a girl in your Father's place? ;) Actually, I plan on continuing with my TUG's, I love them so much. As with who, I don't know.

You're welocme.

I wonder if any of those girls would accept being punched in the belly, kneeded in the back, have their hair yanked till it really hurt & forced to kiss guys feet or not be untied, just because the guys were bored & had to watch a 'chicks flick'....& then go home & laugh about what happened.

It's not about wheather either gender can 'take it'it's about......yes

Several years back, I had a similar experience with a little girl who immediately took to "prisoner" role. I too wonder where people get these ideas from - maybe something in their TV, cartoons, movies, strikes them as exciting or dramatic?

Anyway, this one happened to me recently. There is a girl at school who likes me, and certainly isn't secretive about it. My girlfriend left for a private school, unfortunatly causing her to move and lose touch with me some time ago. I think the girl at school who likes me is pretty cute/hot(whatever you call it,), but then theres a slight problem. Some kids can be mean to each other when they like each other at a young age, but this girl never really seemed to outgrow that. She'd do mean things to me, non that were all too harsh, but they were mean nontheless. Like taking one of my books when I needed it, even though she did return it the day after.

Anyway, we were assigned to work on a science project together. It was a big project, and well, lets say I needed the help for my grade. We worked on it a hell of a lot, and when it was done it looked pretty damn good. It was about scientific theory, for those interested.

Before I go furthur, I must make sure that everyone knows what Senior Skip day is. It's when all the seniors in school are allowed to skip, and while classes technically are still being held for the nerdy few who attend, absences will be ignored.

Now, neither of us are seniors, but students from all grades usually skip and the teachers dont really care. Since this year the school is going under major renovations all year, the school has decided to try and make up for the crappy senior year of the seniors by giving them many more senior skip days. Of course, thats good for the rest of us, too.

Anyway, the project was due on the first senior skip day of the year. Our teacher said that if we didnt want to come in that day and obviously not hand in a project, that was fine and no angry calls would be made, but the project would be treated late and would be marked down as such. (The teachers were fond of bribes to keep the younger classes in attendence.)

Well it was the morning the project was due, and I went over to the girl's house. I rang the doorbell and she opened it pretty quickly, and invited me in. Now, let me try and describe her. She has shoulder-length straight black hair, a beautiful face, "well developed" features, a great body, and aside from the occasional mean things, shes a nice person. She was wearing a tight Blue/Yellow striped shirt and tight jeans.

Once I was inside, I asked were her parents were and she said they were away for the weekend. Hoo-boy, I thought. I reminded myself that the 'away for the weekend' line doesnt always involve tie-ups, but 9/10 times it did. Anyway, we went downstairs, where we had the posterboard. It looked like she had added some finishing touches to it. "Do you like it?" she asked. "Yeah, looks great." I responded. I got a closer look to see how she had managed to get the corners of the paper to stick to the board. Two-sided sticky things, it looked like.

Just then she grabbed me and threw me back into the middle of her basement. She has a carpet on the floor, but its still not a very soft carpet. As soon as I hit the ground she quickly put handcuffs on me, restraining my hands behind my back. "Where the hell did you get handcuffs?" I asked angrily. I wanted to be angry, but I was actually pretty excited. "Shhhh" she said, and cleave gagged me with a bandana. I guess she hadn't bothered trying that out, because they way she did it I only sounded like I had food in my mouth when I talked.

"Come on, we'f got a project due." I managed to say. She looked at the gag unhappily, pulled it out, and got off of me. I quickly tried to get to my feet, and I pulled at the cuffs. They were sure as hell real. She came back from wherever she went with a roll and a half of duct tape. Ohhh boy I thought. She lead me over to a chair and sat me down in it. My hands were pulled behind the back of the chair, and she tied my back to the chair. My legs and ankles were bound together, not to the chair. She obviously hadn't planned it to well, but I still had trouble moving.

"What the hell is this?" I asked, and she promtly wrapped duct tape around my head, several times, but carefully avoiding my hair. I mmmphed into the gag, which was much more effective. She giggled and put her hand on my face. "I'm gonna leave you here today and turn in the project myself." she said. Any enjoyment I was having out of this immediatly vanished. This was just cruel. I 'mmmph'ed and struggled like crazy, but she just picked up the posterboard and left. She lived within walking distance of the school, so she wouldnt need to get a ride from anyone, either.

Lucky for me she cut out and left after science, which ends at around 11:45. I was still tied for almost 4 hours, and I hadn't made any progress on escaping. She came back down, giggling. She undid my chest bonds, leaving me cuffed and my feet tied, so I was still bound, just not to anything. She put me on the floor, and laughed. "I bet you're pretty mad, huh." I mmphed and nodded yeah. "Well, I was just playing a trick on you. I told him you ended up not feeling well, but if you weren't you would have been there. He gave you full credit on it."

I was relieved, but still a bit angry. It was hard to stay angry at her though. She lied down on top of me and put both hands on my face. "I still like you, *myname*." I was excited, and lets just say she knew it. She kissed me on the gag, then left. She was gone for a good 10 minutes, but when she came back she sat on top of me, giggling. "We're gonna go somewhere now." she said. At that point she was obviously a flirt and nothing more, but she removed her shirt and quickly blindfolded me with it. She still had a bra on, but I guessed she liked me enough to let me see it, if even for a second.

I felt her pick me up over her shoulder, (she seemed to have no problem, she must have been stronger than I thought,) and she carried me around for a while. Up stairs, down stairs, walking in circles, just walking around, until I lost all perception of where we were in her house. Finally I was set down on something soft. She undid one of the cuffs under the condition I wouldn't try and get free, to which I happily agreed. She took my shirt off, which I didn't really think about until later. She hooked the open end of the cuff to something, probably a bed post, stretching my arm upward in the position.

She did that for my other arm, then reiforced my feet to something with tape. Once she removed my shoes and socks, THEN it hit me what she was doing. I had been tickle tortured before, but not blindfolded. I was excited and scared at the same time. After I was completely venerable she vanished. I didn't hear her anywhere, didn't feel her anywhere, anything. After about a minute of that she jumped on top of me, lieing down on my again and kissed me on the gag again. She then began to tickle my neck. Not the most ticklish part of my body, but it still recieved a little 'mmmph'ing spasm, what she wanted.

She then began mercilessly tickling me all over. Adding to the fact that I was shirtless and I knew she was only in her bra and jeans, I was excited as hell, and she knew it. After about two minutes, it suddenly stopped. She removed my blindfold, and kissed me on the forehead. "I love you, *myname*" she said. My gag was removed, and she kissed me on the lips. "I'm sorry for the mean stuff I've done, and I promise thats the last one there." I think she knew just as well as I did that was an impossible promise, but I liked that idea, since mean things taken away she was exactly the kind of person I wanted to be with. "Apology accepted." I said.

We really are in love with each other now. She is now the second girlfriend I've fallen in love with tied up. Lucky, I guess. I did get all credit on the project, and after she untied me from the bed we watched some TV. One of the things I like a lot more about her than my old girlfriend is that she doesnt like those retarded chick flicks.

Tie-Dye

First of all, my father died not long after I was born. When I was around three, my mother married Arnie who became my stepfather. I liked Arnie, and he was a good dad for me over the years. Just after I started high school, we had to move to another city due to Arnie’s job. We moved into an apartment in a large building. I didn’t know anyone there, and there weren’t any kids my age anywhere around. Where we had been before, I had lots of friends, and one thing we liked to do once in a while was play tie up.

One Saturday I was alone in the apartment wondering what to do, and I decided that I would see if I could tie myself up. In Arnie’s work closet I found some rope and I went to my room and started with my legs, binding them at the ankles and knees. Then I was seeing how I could tie my hands behind my back when I looked up and was shocked. I hadn’t noticed that Arnie had returned, had come to my room, opened the door, and was standing there watching me. I was about as embarrassed as I have ever been, but he just turned and walked away closing the door. I undid my legs, and returned the rope, and wondered what would happen. But Arnie didn’t mention it and after a while I thought he might have forgotten all about it.

Then, about a week later, Arnie and I were home alone, and we were talking when he said, “Tying yourself up isn’t much fun is it?”

“No” I managed.

“Did you play tie up with your friends back home?”

“Yes.”

“And you liked it?”

“Yes – a lot.”

“I liked it too when I was a kid,” he said. “I was good at tying people up too.”

I thought about it for a few seconds and then before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Would you tie me up?”

Arnie looked at me for a bit and then said, “No, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

That ended it for then. But around a month later my aunt, my mother’s sister, became ill and needed an operation, so my mother went to be with her leaving me with Arnie in the apartment. On Friday, after she had left, Arnie and I were in a restaurant having dinner when he asked, “You still want me to tie you up kid?” (Arnie always called me Kid.)

“Yes,” I said quietly.

“Okay,” he said, “tomorrow after you get your homework done and your chores, I’ll do it.”

The next day was Saturday. Arnie and I ate breakfast, and he asked me, “Do you have a jockstrap, Kid?”

“Yeah,” I said, but it’s in my locker at school.

“Never mind,” he said. “I have to buy some other things so I’ll take care of it.”

With that he left. I worked at my homework and finished it fairly quickly. Then I made the beds and washed the dishes which were my chores. Then I sat in front of the television and waited for Arnie. He returned with a couple of bags – one held burgers for our lunch. When we had finished eating, Arnie asked me if I still wanted to be tied up. I said that I did, so then he handed me a small box and told me to go to my room, strip, and put on the jock that was in the box.

“Why do I need to strip to a jock?” I asked.

“Because clothes get in the way,” he answered.

I undressed and pulled the jock from the box. It was labeled ‘youth’ small. I could hardly get it on it was so tight, and the pouch was for a little boy, but it fit despite being stretched really badly.

Back in the main room, I saw Arnie holding rope. “You sure you want to be tied up?” he asked.

“I’m sure.”

Arnie tied one end of a piece of rope around my left wrist. He had me hold my arms in front of my stomach criss-crossed so that each hand was at the opposite elbow. He wrapped the rope from my left wrist around my back and tied it to my right wrist. He then gave me a small ball to hold in each hand, and then he took pieces of tape from a roll of duct tape and taped my hands shut, each around a ball. Next he tied a long piece of rope around my right arm midway between my shoulder and my elbow. That rope he wrapped around my body very tightly a few times and secured the end to my left arm.

Arnie took another piece of rope and attached it to my left wrist. That rope went up, over the ropes that wrapped around my chest, down in back, around those ropes, and then up in front and over my shoulder and over in back of my neck and then down on my right side where it wrapped around the ropes that surrounded my chest, and then down to my right wrist. That kept me from lowering my wrists as the rope held them in place, but I could still raise them.

Arnie got another piece of rope and tied it to my right wrist, then took it down between my legs and up in back and over the ropes that wrapped around my chest, then down and between my legs and up in front where he tied it to my left wrist. All the time Arnie was making sure that the ropes were tight with no slack. Now I couldn’t move my hands up or down or move them from side to side.

“Wow,” I said, “you really are tying me up. I’ve never been tied up like this before. When we played tie up I would always free myself in a few minutes. I don’t know if I can get out of this.”

“That’s the idea, Kid,” said Arnie with a big smile. “The whole point of being tied up is to be helpless.”

Arnie then bound my legs above my knees, below my knees and at my ankles – snug with a cinch to keep the ropes in place. Then I began to realize just how helpless I really was. Arnie then helped me lay down on the floor which fortunately had a soft rug on it. He tied a piece of rope to my ankles and pulled them up to my butt, and tied them in place by attaching the rope to the ropes that went around my upper body.

“How do you feel, Kid?” he asked.

“Good,” I said. “Really tied up.”

“Open your mouth,” he said.

“What for?” I asked

“For the gag.”

“I’ve never been gagged,” I said. That was true. When I played games with my friends, we never gagged each other. I don’t know why – we just never did.

“Well,” he said, “You’re going to be gagged this time.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said.

“Doesn’t matter what you think,” he said firmly. “You asked to be tied up, and you’re going to be tied up which includes being gagged.”

So I opened my mouth and Arnie shoved in another spongy ball like the ones that would bind in my hands. He had me shut my mouth around the ball, and then he put a large piece of tape over my mouth. Then he wrapped my lower face with circles of tape that went all the way around my head a few times. He patted the tape down in place, then put something like a hat on my head, and then wrapped tape under my jaw and up over my head, around and around. The final piece of tape went over my eyes.

“How ya doing, Kid?” he asked.

I discovered that even though I was really tied securely, I could squirm around and move quite a bit. Also I could mumble and moan but couldn’t say anything anyone could understand. I sometimes read on this page people claiming that they were tied up so tight they couldn’t move a muscle or gagged so well they couldn’t make a sound. That’s nonsense. No matter how strictly you are tied y ou can move, wiggle, squirm. And no gag can keep someone silent. You can always make noise. Muffled noise and no words, but you can make noise.

Anyway, I lay there on the floor, hogtied, bound, gagged and blindfolded, and sort of enjoying it when Arnie said, “Well, Kid, have a nice weekend. We’ll untie you in time for school Monday.”

I was terrified. Surely he wouldn’t leave me that way the rest of Saturday, all of Sunday and until Monday morning? I protested into the gag, but Arnie had either gone somewhere else, or just ignored me. There was no way I would ever be able to untie myself, although I tried, seeing if I could free my fingers from the tape – I couldn’t. There was no way to slip out of the ropes that bound me. For the first time in my life I was really inescapably bound and for the first time I was gagged. And I had asked for it!

It seemed to me that I lay there, squirming around, for hours. Arnie at one point announced that he was going to eat dinner – sorry I wouldn’t be able to join him. I heard him in the kitchen, watching the TV that was in there.

After quite a while longer, Arnie said, “Kid, do you want to spend the night there on the floor, or do you want me to carry you to your bed and tie you down on it?”

I mumbled that I didn’t want either – I wanted him to untie me. I tried again and again to say, “Untie me.”

Arnie laughed and interpreted, “Leave me here. Ok, if that’s what you want. Have a nice night.”

At that point I was frantic. The prospect of staying bound that way all night was terrifying. But there was nothing I could do about it. Arnie left me for a while, then came around and slowly untied the ropes, removed the tape, and finally I was standing there free, ungagged, still in the jock.

“Well, Kid,” he asked, “Was it all that you hoped for?”

“Oh yeah,” I managed, finding myself a little stiff and needing the bathroom badly.

We talked about it for a while, after I went to the bathroom, and I told Arnie how good it felt to be really tied up, and how scared I was that he would leave me – which made it even better. He laughed, and said he was glad I had enjoyed it. I spent the night in that tight jock, as something to help remember how it felt when I was bound.

About ten days later my mother came back. Arnie and I didn’t mention my tie up adventure. But a few times after that when I was around Arnie alone, I asked him if he would tie me up again. He said that it wouldn’t be a good idea, and it never happened again.

So that’s my memory. Arnie died a few years ago. It was after I married. As a gift to my wife, Arnie gave her a special small box, with the rope and some tape. He had a private talk with her and told her that I liked being tied up. Every time she does it to me, I remember Arnie fondly. He was quite a guy.

Thanx again

Jake

John C: Don't try and use that bull**** excuse of your friend did it. I seriously doubt that at your house, your friend got on this site, typed up that story, used all the same grammar, spelling and punctuation you obiously do, then SIGNED YOUR NAME and you just had no earthly idea it was happening. Thats worse then my dog ate my homework, and even less plausable.

1) I will be tied for 3-8 hours
2) I will be gagged (and supervised dont worry)
3) I dont want the tie to hurt me
4) I want it to be unescapable
5) I got 60+ feet of rope that will be used.

And about how to be tied up. If you want a hogtie have your hands crossed at 90 degree angles same with anckles. If not then have each wrist tied to the arms of a chair crossed legs. And to make any tie more innescapaable the ball in hand methode really helps.

I hope this works out I will post info on how to register and submit stories within 48 hours. Dont worry about public viewing the website cause it will be viewable by members olny. Members have to be approved by me.

Yay its up. http://edwardstugs.7.forumer.com/index.php

And anyone thinking of causing trouble don't bother YOUR IP WILL BE BANNED. Untill I post a final draft of the rules all rules that apply to this site will apply to mine as well. Break one rule and you will get a warning, suspension, or IP ban.

if u liked my story please let me know and if u want to here how i got them back let me know too thanks and have a very tied time lol

I went out with a girl lest week and we sat in my car. She was wearing a white scarf. While we were talking I took it off and tied her hands , wraping the scarf around her wrists, palms crossed. We continued talking and she soon got her arms free. "This won't do" I decided, And tied her hands again, this time doing a better job, knoting the whole deal. Well, teh rest of the night isn't for this site, but it was fun :)

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how was that?

we were in her room just talking. i suggested jokingly suggested tieing her up. she suprisingly agreed. i have never had a fetish with tie-up things before but i thought it might be kinda hot. she was wearing jeans and a long sleeved black shirt that just grazed the top of her pants-it was cute but odd since she always wears shirts that are longer. she doesn't feel the need to show her midriff off like britney spears. i went out to the shed and found some rope. i tied her spred eagle across the bed. i had finished and she wiggled to see if she could get out but she couldn't. we both kind of looked at eachother not really knowing what to do next. her shirt that had been grazing the top of her pants was now lifted up rather high showing her belly. i was excited because i have always had a bit of a belly button fetish and very rare were the times that i got to see hers. i went over to the bed and lay down next to her. my finger slowly found its way to her belly button and i ever so lightly cirlced it. she then realized that her belly was showing because her arms were above her head. she demanded that i untie her. i didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable so i did but i took my time and every chance i got my finger grazed her belly button.

This is a true story. I was about 10yo and vacationing with my family. The neighbours of our family's vacation house had three children, about 13, 9 and 7 years old. The middle one was Richard. We played tie-up games for a couple Summers, and I suppose that was the very first time I actually learnt something about tying ropes and knots. I remember I tied Richard and his little sister up a lot of times, but they usually asked to be tied back-to-back and always rejected the idea of having their hands bound behind them.

But one day I was alone with Richard and I had found a thin and very long nylon rope. His brother and sister weren't available and he didn't feel like being tied to a tree, so I just stated, "This time I'll tie you up my way". And presto, I bound his wrists behind his back rather firmly with one end of that rope. Much rope was unused, so I bound his ankles with the other end of it. Today I'd have probly hogtied him, but I wasn't so smart yet. :(

So Richard was bound hand & foot, the way I had wanted to secure him for so much time. He was delightfully squirming around, he probly was enjoying it as much as I enjoyed the show he was offering. I even wondered aloud, "Just why don't you want to be tied up this way if you like it so much?". His reply was just an annoyed grunt (he wasn't gagged), and I think it was a way of telling me "That's not your business".

When I think about those events again, I can tell Richard was evidently excited by the situation. Obviously the innocence of my youth had prevented me against understanding the meaning of that back then. Richard and his family are probly still loving tie-up games somewhere in Europe.

You might now ask, how did it all end up? In the most unglorious way- Richard's Mum called him for supper. I somehow panicked and couldn't undo his wrist knots, but I was able to free his feet. So I sent him back to his Mum like that. I remember he was whining "That stupid Andy, he tied me up!". His family actually never complained or such, or at least if they did I never knew about that. But for the sake of peace I didn't go visit them in the following week.

I know this isnt your regular kind of story but I thought you would all enjoy it
Have a great weekend everyone and may the force be with you
Sarah

At science fiction conventions, I don't know why, but they allow vendors that sell handcuffs. At least once per con I've worked, usually in the gaming area, I've helped with security and other areas on an as need basis though; we get at least one kid who gets his first real set of handcuffs, locks them on his soon to be ex girlfriend, and either loses the keys, breaks the key, or takes off leaving her chained to something. I've had to let the occaisional guy go, but girls get more panicky generally.

What this has to do with me is the one stupid trick I've learned that's usefull over my years of conning: I can pick any model of handcuffs with a safety pin type con badge. It's why I wear some old badges when I still bother to go. If the guy hasn't evaporated I'll use his, if he has I'll use the girl's, if it's not a safety pin type badge I'll use one of my old ones. Sometimes the pin won't close right after I've bent it to turn the sear.

Now I know what you're thinking, bondage guy, must own at least 3 pairs of hancuffs. Actually, no, I use rope, there's no test of shill in handcuffs. Any moron can lock a girl in handcuffs, and she's not getting loose. I use rope, tied right she still doesn't have a chance, but even great Homer nods.

I have another part of the story when my brother gets in the door and she does the same thing but well save that for another day.

I want to post them, but it looks like the troll(s) Jerry and Rix are out from under the bridge and dragging their knuckles around. Maturity isn't in their vocabulary, it would seem. And if it is, they choose to not act it. That is, if it indeed is a "they." The pattern of the posts seems to suggest otherwise.

Oh, and God forbid that Canuck actually have a life. Maybe he's having problems in his life, I haven't seen him online in a very long time. This silly message board is the least of his concerns.

Constantine, man, you still around? Could you post another story here, or put them up on a simple Geocities page somewhere?

Did anyone else save his stories?

In TRUE Brian Form,he ended up shocking the HELL out of me with the Set of Stormtrooper he bought .. whats was WORSE was my whole family was in on it too!

Sarah

If there are any women out there in the NYC area that would be up for potentially having a bondage friendship, drop me a line. Of course, we'd have to chat and get to know eachother a bit first...but the goal would be to get to the bondage - tight, constrictive, immobilizing bondage. Rope, leather, ball gags, the works...

Anyway, drop me a line if you're interested. glish8@hotmail.com

I'll post some more stories soon...Not too long ago, i completely mummified someone in duct tape. It was amazing. I do have pictures and i will post one or two.

Ciao for now

Dreambooks gets paid for their bandwidth through the banner ads that appear at the top of them. Setting up a basic dreambook is free, they do have add on services that cost though.

I'd never go as far as to say a group of people is unmanageable. Dreambooks makes it easy enough to run your book with an absolute iron fist. I think even a basic dreambook can be set so that all posts go through the main server and have to be approved to be posted, but I'm not certain.

With enough and the right kind of weapons, and most importantly the will to use them, you can manage any group of people.

every night at 4 o clock chelsea comes over to chat and watch buffy (my mum works between them times and my dad dosnt live with me) anyway we went swimming with our school a while ago so i was really tired so then we went up staires and turned the TV on she then layed against the wall and i cuddled her and she cuddled me back. after a few minuets i had fallen asleep.

sudenly i felt this really ichy feeling on my nose so i went to move my hand to scratch it, i couldnt move my hands, i opended my eyes and saw chelsea sitting at the end of my bed, she was sitting just near me now bound feet, i looked up at my hands that where cuffed to the top of my bed post and in my mouth was somthing coverd in duct tape i looked her up and down and started to hmmp she looked at me and laughed.

At that point i was pretty confussed the last thing i knew we was cuddling against the wall and now i was bound and gagged from in my sleep, chelsea puled herself closer to me so she was leaning over my legs and said "arrr so cute" at this comment i started to struggle trying to get my feet lose but she had tied them very tigly and it was obvious i wasnt going anywhere. chelsea pulled her self right over me so that she was stting on my stomach "guess who's turn it is to be tiggled now" she said i hhhhmmmppped and kicked and struggled as much as i could but chelsea just dug her fingers straight in to my sides tiggling up and down as hard as she could (i'am also really tigglish) i tryed to screamand i kicked and struggled and laughed and cryed

For the first time... it feels good to be corrected...

It seems I can never go away for a couple of weeks without having to do some major cleaning up when I come back... Well, i'm back now, the archives for June, July and August will be posted soon, and I'll keep a close eye on what's going on here...

As usual, thanks to everyone who contributed stories.

As usual, check out the Updates page to find out what's new at http://www.restrainedtastes.com/ttt

I will be discontuniung my website as it looks like it is unneeded.

Have fun and stay safe, folks!

Richard's #1 Fan

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Anyone got any to share?

future writer

This one is a classic. I’m going back when I was about 9 or 10 years old. As a kid I was a huge fan of Indiana Jones. I loved the movies and I would dress up as him for fun and play around. One day my friend Jane, who was the same age as me, came over to play. Our moms went to go talk and have coffee in the kitchen and Jane and I went downstairs to the basement to play around. As soon as I knew Jane was coming over, I figured that we could play Indiana Jones and she could be the damsel in distress, but I didn’t want to look suspicious and ask her, “Can I tie you up?” straight out. But I knew she would get tied up by the end of the day. So we played tag, we pretended we were monster hunters or something, and about an hour later we decided what we should do next.
“Wanna play Indiana Jones?” I asked
“Sure.” Jane said
I ran up and got my cowboy hat and crumby jacket and ran back to the basement. Anyway we went through a series of roleplaying. We pretended we found golden idols, fought crazy jungle people, and we fought Nazis.
“All right, you’re gonna get captured by one of the bad guys.” I said “Then I’ll save you.”
Jane nodded and continued, she knew where this was going.
So we were fighting imaginary bad guys when Jane pretends to get knocked out and drags herself into the bathroom, I’m supposed to be caught up in the moment to realize she’s been kidnaped yadda yadda you get the drift. So after the scene is over, she comes out and I tell her that she has to be bait. I take out some old scarves from the closet to tie her with. I remember she takes a big white scarf and ties it in a cleave gag on herself.
“I can still talk” she says through her gag.
She ungags herself walks into the bathroom and grabs a wad of paper towels.
“Stuff this in my mouth then gag me.” she says.
Is this girl awesome or what? I thought.
I walk her to a pole in my basement and tie her hands around it with a black scarf. I then wrap a blue scarf around her chest and pole tying it tight. I then wrapped another scarf around her ankles.
“Open your mouth.” I said
Jane opened wide as I packed the wad of paper towels in her mouth.
“You ok?” I asked
she nodded as a wrapped a long white scarf in a snug detective gag around her mouth.
“MMMmppPhH!” she groaned as I walked away to get back into character.
I dimmed the lights and put on my cowboy hat and pretended I found the secret hide out.
As I got to the bottom of the stairs I looked at Jane.
“Jane!” I screamed
“MMMpphhh.” she replied as she struggled against her bounds.
As I got up to her, I really didn’t want to untie her. I mean I have a girl bound and gagged in my basement, who would? So I pretended the main villain tackled me and we would get in a big final fight. So after a 5 minute tussle with this bad guy and Jane really really playing out the damsel in distress role (I could tell she loved it) , I defeated him. I ran over to Jane and pulled down her gag and she spit out her saliva soaked towel packed in her mouth. I quickly untied her. She leaped off the pole and hugged me, with the whole “My Hero” stuff. Not my best story. But it was fun none the less.

Good to be back

Write Again,

"I'm the one who always asks, but hell I'll ask again...does anyone have any stories about being tied up / tieing someone up and then being forced / forcing someone to lick or smell socks, or somthing that is kind of like a sock torture?"

R1

Anyway, in case you havent read any of my stuff before, I'll breifly describe my girlfriend. We'll call her G for the rest of the story. She has shoulder length black hair, an adorable face, and a great body in every way. She was wearing a tight dark blue shirt that showed her belly button and tight jeans, and I wore a black Metallica shirt and jeans.

Anyway, the party was full swing, and around 11 at night my girlfriend and I ducked into her room just to get some peace and quiet for a few minutes. She talked about how she wanted me to help keep things under control, etc, and after a while, well, we were kissing. Someone looking for god knows what busted in on us, and started laughing. I had thought there wasnt really anything with enough alchohol at the party to get you drunk, but this guy looked plastered.

He left, and we kind of sat there confused for a bit. Finally he came back with a whole bunch more people and a camera. They jumped on us and pinned us to the ground face down. I couldn't see what was happening, but as soon as I heard duct tape being rolled off, I knew. Nothing like drunks in a town where the kids almost all are into tieing.

They sat us on the bed back to back, and tied us that way. My wrists were tied behind my back, around her waste and effectively in her lap, and hers in mine. My feet were tied together, as were G's, and we were gagged with duct tape. Luckily since none of them seemed all to there, they simply put pieces of duct tape over our mouths, which would be pretty easy to get off. We pretended otherwise until they left.

They laughed and left. Fortunatly it seemed as though they had forgotten to take pictures. G and I got our gags off, and quietly communicated our escape efforts. Unfortunatly we couldnt really do anything. We could manage shimmy over to the side of the bed and stand up, but that wouldn't do us any good.

Finally one of my friends came in and undid us. He told me that some of the guys were getting a bit too rowdy, and I guess they found the duct tape or something. We went back out and enjoyed the rest of the party. Everyone left without incident, etc. It only lasted about 15 minutes, but hey, it's still a story.

And Constantine, good story.

Anyways, more stories!

Mr. Braggadousous!
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GBUB

I have a fetish, desire, craving, what ever to wear female clothes, I am fifteen and male so you see I have a problem. I have a sister so the occasional borrowing of underwear, skirt etc isn’t a problem.
I knew I’d be alone for a few hours so I carefully made plans to be a girl for a while. I was quite excited as I felt the quietness of the house and then prepared myself. Inside my sister’s room I helped myself to some underwear, her school skirt and a blouse and then returned to my own room.
I soon dressed and stood in front of the mirror quite pleased with the effect. Back in her room I found a pair of white socks and I also managed to wear a pair of her old black shoes.
I spent some time just walking around the house enjoying the feeling before returning to her room and sitting on her bed. I experimented with some makeup, but not too successfully.
I’m still not sure what happened next, but suddenly she, my sister, was standing in the doorway watching me. I froze, not knowing what to do. She didn’t shout or anything like that, she was in fact very serious. She wanted to know what I was doing, and how often I dressed in her clothes, I couldn’t answer her.
She held her hand out and like a small child I took it and stood up, she lead me downstairs and into the garage, and to stand quite still. I was in shock and obeyed every command she issued.
I was motionless as she produced a small length of rope and securely tied my hands behind my back
On our return to her bedroom she made me lay face down on her bed and then tied my ankles together and then pulled my feet up so that she could tie my wrists and ankles together.
After she’d finished she sat on a chair and watched me for a while. She told me that she couldn’t decide what to do with me, so thought it would be a good idea for me to remain as I was for a while whilst she decided, and ant way she said I looked kind of cute.

Tate

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After a very tedious rugby match, we went back to the locker room to get changed back into our uniform. Me and Mike decided to stay in the locker room for a while and chat (as we usually do). We were putting our stuff back in our bags when I see Mike tying his legs together with his tie. At this point I asked him what he was doing. He told me he was practicing. I said OK and went back to packing my bag. I then turn around again to see Mike and his mate, Jonathan. I get grabbed by each shoulder and I was dragged to the lockers. One was flung open and I was shoved in. My shirt was pulled backwards and my arms put in the opposite sleeves, and my tie was used to gag me with my socks. I was then pushed in the locker, and the door was locked. Great.

Even through the seriousness of the situation, I was immensely enjoying this. I was eventually let out, but this was WAY later, and now I have a detention tomorrow because I missed 3 lessons. Oh well. That’s all for now, there will be more soon.

One more thing. In Jon Jones still around? He hasn’t been on messenger for months.

Jon

Quick clothing descriptions, I was wearing my bathing suit, and she was wearing an orange bikini. That was easy.

Since I was in nothing but my bathing suit, I was hesitant, but I obliged. She pulled out some rope and tape and, with a combination of the two, tied me spread eagle to her bed. "Alright, what is it?" I asked. She reached into her closet, russled around, and produced a bright red ballgag. My eyes widened. I never really wanted to be ballgagged before, but I guess I didn't have a choice.

She put the ball in my mouth and fastened the gag in place. I couldn't make anything but muffled, unintelligable sounds. "How do you like it?" She asked. "Mmmph" I replied. While it wasnt exactly what I wanted to be doing right now, it was pretty enjoyable. And I'm SURE she could tell, lets say that.

She began tickling me, as I pretty much expected. I spasmed around as I am VERY ticklish, but I sure wasn't going anywhere. After a few minutes, one of the most akward moments of my life happened. My girlfriend's two sisters were standing outside the door, just kind of staring. There was a long silence, until finally one of them said; "Well, that's adorable" She then lunged at my girlfriend, and soon the other sister joined it. They handgagged her and dragged her out into the hallway and away from where I was.

Well, now this was kind of weird. I struggled to undo the bonds, but no use. They held strong. After who knows how long one of the two sisters came back in, grinning. "Did you let her tie you?" she asked me. I 'mmph'ed and nodded yes. She giggled, and began tickling me. Not a friendly tickle, but a merciless tickle. After maybe five minutes of non-stop tickle torture she left the room.

I composed myself and began furiously working at the ropes. No progress. This time both of the sisters came back in with a whole bunch of other things. Judging from the amount of stuff and what they had, I'd guess at least one of them was into tie-ups themselves.

The first thing they used on me was ice. It had to be first so it wouldnt melt in their hands. They put one right on my belly-button, a few on my chest, and one down the bathing suit, as they figured that would counter-act my 'excitedness'. Well, it did.

After that finally melted, they pulled out and electric toothbrush. One of them held my foot while the other worked on the soles of my feet with it. I was trying to scream, since at this point I'd rather my girlfriend's parents find me like this than be at these two's mercy.

They used a feather and their fingers, then finally left. They were gone for a long time, so I assumed they were doing the same things to my girlfriend. I had no sight of a clock, so I would guess they were gone for about 50 minutes.

Finally they came back in carrying my girlfriend, bound and gagged with duct tape. They put her on a chair and tied her to it, undoing and redoing her wrists and ankles where neccesary. They then untied me from my spread eagle, and tied me with my wrists behind my back, and my ankles and upper legs tied together. They left the room, laughing. Obviously they knew what they were doing, so them leaving me mobile wasnt a mistake. I figured they wanted me to try and get off the bed, over to my girlfriend and untie her from the chair so she could untie me. If not, I was going to try and make it happen.

I managed to wiggle to the side of the bed, and stand up. This was difficult, because if I fell I wouldn't be able to get back up. I slowly, carefully began to hope over to my girlfriend. She muffled a giggle at me. I guess I looked kind of stupid. I gave her an angry grunt in return and continued. Finally I got over to her and behind her, and I leaned back enough to begin undoing her wrists. After a while I got them undone, and she began to untie herself.

When she was undone, she got up and kissed me on the cheek and untied me. I'll leave out the next part. It's nothing at all sexual, its just the main site discourages romantic overtones.

While I'd love to say 'we got revenge on the two sisters, NEXT STORY, etc.' we haven't at least not yet, but that may be because it was so recent. The whole thing was all in good fun, and I don't really know them well enough to feel comfortable tieing them. If anything happens, I'll post though.

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Also, people have asked about my recent story. Basically, my shirt was put on back to front, and my arms were put through the sleeves that were tied behind my back. Simple. And it works!

I sat my detention today, I could have been expelled, but I didn't tell them about the game. The detention was boring sure, sat with Mrs. Beachamp for 2 hours, but hey. It was all worth it in a way.

I hope you all did like my story, and I would appreciate emails about my story and my previous ones too.

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My team was Mark, Anna, Alexa, and me.

The opposing team was Jessica, Danny, Ladan, and Sheree.

Anna was my girlfriend and was around 5'7'' I'd say, with long, dirty blonde hair and a small face with a pointed nose and eyes shaped like small hazelnuts, green if I recall. She was slim.-Tan, Caucasian skin

Alexa was relatively short with brownish-black hair and a slender body with an oddly shaped head, not unattractive, just odd.-Tan skin

Jessica was taller than both Anna and I and had very long,bright blond hair in a ponytail. (Danny's gf) She had pretty pale skin and was of average weight. She was very athletic.

Mark was average height and had curly, blond-orange hair and was kind of stocky i suppose would be the word, not fat, but stocky.-Pale pale skin.

Ladan was as tall as Jessica and had long, raven-black hair and a dark face. She was skinny and If my memory serves she figured skated.- Middle Eastern background-Muslim

Sheree was short and had black hair with blonde tips and had a very attractive face and, ahem, body. She had dark skin as her mother was black and her father white.

Danny was fairly tall and black, he had very charictaristically shirt hair, more just a covering of fuzz on his head really.

I, Predator, was as tall as Anna and was also Middle-Eastern, so I had naturally tan skin but for an odd reason i had inherited dirty blonde hair. I was incredibly skinny actually. Its a wonder Anna ever agreed.

Now, on with the actual game.
Mark and I stayed to guard and Anna and Alexa went on the hunt. Mark and I sat down eventually in some old wooden chairs and began talking of the latest movies and whatnot when the door to our small cabin burst open and Alexa stumbled inside, pulling ropes off her hands.

"They tried to grab me and tied my hands but I broke free and ran back here, close the door! Sheree and Ladan are on my tail. Mark and I crouched to either side of the door just as it was elbowed open by Sheree and Ladan. They raced for Alexa who was at the back but didn't get far as Mark grabbed Ladan with the trusty arm-waist-handgag and I did the same to Sheree, kicking the door closed.

They screamed through Alexa's hand as Mark and I tied their hands behind their backs with the rope from Alexa and some off our large stash. We tied their legs with some more rope at the ankles and knees and completed restriction with rope immobilizing their arms to their sides. Finally, amidst screams of protest, we stuffed a sock into each of their mouths and gagged them with several strips of duct tape.

They rolled around on the floor, struggling against their tight bonds and mmmphing against their gags in a way that delighted me to no end! I decided to go check out for Anna and left Mark and Alexa to watch our captives.

I found Anna with her arms tied above her to a tree branch and further restrained to the tree at the waist and ankles with tight rope. She was gagged OTM style with a bandanna. I ungagged her and she attempted to dispel a dishrag stuffed in her mouth with her tounge but I evntually had to reach in and extract it for her.

I threw the soaking dishrag into some bushes and began untying her as she told me she was ambushed from behind by Danny and Jessica and they tied her to the tree and went running off to our cabin. We approached cautiously, and I motioned for Anna to stay outside as backup and opened the door.

Alexa and Mark lay bound back-to-back, their hands around each others stomach in an odd fashion characteristic to Jessica. They mmmphed through red cleave gags and motioned towards the door with their heads. I slammed the door as far as it would go and was rewarded with a small shriek from Jessica hiding behind the open door. (To my luck they opened inward.

I wrestled with Jessica on the floor but superior strength prevailed and I placed a small water pistol to the back of her head. She surrendered and I hogtied her on the floor and gagged her with some duct tape before freeing my friends. It was then that Anna walked in.

More to follow, sorry I have to go!

Cool little story, keep them coming!

It was a Saturday, I was hanging out with 2 buddies, we'll call them Andy and Scott, at Andy's house. We were all about the same age. His place is huge, he has his own den on the first floor and there is a basement, which includes his Pa's own games room, a laundry and a large area which is unfinished. Andy was home alone, his elder sister was looking after him for the weekend as his parents were away at a wedding. His sister was out with her friends shopping at the mall and wouldn't be home till late afternoon.

We are kind of soccer freaks and spent most of the morning at the park playing with some more guys. When we got back to Andy's house we played some computer games (I forget which), still in our soccer uniforms, so we were all dressed the same in blue socks, trainers, dark red shirts and black shorts.

We had some pizza and juice for lunch then returned to the computer in Andy's den. Andy was too good for Scott and me and we all started to get bored and sat about for a while discussing what we should do now. After a bit Andy suggested a game of hide and go seek. Scott and I had been in Andy's house before but didn't know it well so we thought it might be interesting. Then Andy suggested that when the seeker found someone that person would become his prisoner. He looked a bit shifty when he said this but neither Scott nor I had any idea what he had planned and we both agreed. Andy then offered to be seeker first since as he said, "he knew all the best places to hide and it wouldn't be fair on either of us otherwise". Naturally we agreed once more.

Andy remained in the den and Scott and I left to explore. Scott said he was going downstairs, I went to look in the bedrooms. After several false starts I found Andy's own room with a huge walk in closet - ideal. I tiptoed softly in and pulled the sliding door closed behind me. There was a soft click and I realised I had trapped my self - there was no catch on the inside! Oh well, best just settle down and wait for Andy. I could always holler if he didn't find me.

I sat in the dark for what seemed a lifetime but Andy said later was only about 30 minutes. I was beginning to think I would have to give myself up when I heard someone come into the room. A few moments later the closet door opened and Andy was standing there, grinning down at me. I noticed he had changed out of his soccer shorts and was now wearing khaki cargo shorts.

"Hi Ian", he said. "Guess you lose". I stood up stiffly since my hiding place had been more cramped than I thought. I stepped past Andy and said, "Thanks for letting me out of there. Where's Scott?"

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough", was the evasive reply. "Have you forgotten the second part of the deal?" Naturally I had, particularly as I was relieved to be out of the closet so I asked him what he meant.

Andy replied, "I found you so I win. Now you are my prisoner!" As he said this his hands were trembling ever so slightly and I could see he was visibly excited. I had no idea what he had in mind but decided I would go along with him, besides we had agreed to his terms before we started the game.

"OK, so what are you going to do with me?" I asked curiously. I thought he might return me to the closet and I wasn't keen on that.

"You've got two choices", was his reply. "Do exactly as I tell you, or go back in the closet. Guess you've noticed there's no catch in there. Did you know about the spiders?" he added with a grin. Andy knows I hate spiders. Whether there were any in there or not is doubtful but I wasn't going to take a chance.

"Please don't put me back in there", I pleaded. "I'll do exactly as you tell me".

"Great!" said Andy and a huge grin split his face. "First of all take, take your shirt off". I had given my word so began pulling it over my head without hesitation. When I got it off I saw Andy, still with a huge grin on his face, was holding a length of white clothesline rope in his hand. Suddenly I could see where this was going. I had never, ever been tied up before and wasn't sure that I wanted to be now, but couldn't help asking, nervously, "What are you going to do with that?"

He didn't answer directly but simply told me to turn round, face the wall and put my hands behind my back. After a moment's hesitation I decided I would have to play along so turned as instructed and placed my hands behind me, palm to palm. At once Andy said, "No, not like that". I felt him take hold of my arms, moving them so my wrists were now crossed. I didn't have time to think why he had done that as I immediately felt him wrap a turn horizontally around my wrists and pull it tight. I involuntarily squirmed a little and at the same time the thought came to me that if I could keep a little slack I should be able to free myself later. "Hold still until I've finished!" Andy ordered sharply. "You'll have plenty of time to struggle later," he added rather sinisterly. Once more, he pulled the slack I'd gained out of the rope and added a couple more turns, ensuring that each one was snug. Then I felt him take a turn vertically around my arms and I knew my fate was sealed. The turns Andy had already placed around my hands were completely secure and it was already impossible for me to break free. Clearly, Andy was an expert knot tier and he knew exactly what he was doing when he had crossed my arms. Suddenly I felt a little bit of panic, more I think from the thought that I would lose face in front of my friends if I couldn't get free (and I was already certain that that would be impossible, even though Andy hadn't finished with my hands). At the same time I felt a strange excitement at being inescapably tied up. Dressed only in soccer shorts, I just hoped Andy wouldn't notice the visible signs.

As all this was going through my mind Andy continued his work, adding more vertical turns and then cinching his lashing with a couple of turns between my wrists. Finally I felt him knotting the ends of the rope and knew he had placed this at the back of my hands where it would be impossible for my fingers to reach. At last he let my hands go and said, "Now you can struggle!" I could tell he was grinning broadly but did as I was told. My tried to twist my hands but I found my fingers wouldn't even reach the rope, let alone the knots. After a few moments I stopped my hopeless task, knowing I was defeated.

I turned to my grinning friend and asked, "What now?"

"First you can take your trainers off - you won't be needing them", Andy replied. I wondered how I was to do this with my hands tied behind my back but Andy stooped down, untied the laces and I kicked my shoes off. Then he went to the door and opened it, came back, prodded me in the back and told me to march to the basement. We went downstairs and on the ground floor passed a full-length mirror. I was amazed by what I saw- me, the prisoner, dressed only in soccer shorts, hands tightly bound behind my back stumbling along as my captor, none too gently prodded me towards the basement door. My excitement was almost boundless.

Andy opened the door to the basement, turned on the light and made me lead the way down the stairs. Then he prodded me past the completed section to the end. In this part the floor was rough concrete and there were several steel columns and bare roof beams. Seated beside one of the columns was Scott, looking sorry for himself. Like me, he was shirtless and shoeless and in addition his socks had been removed. I noticed at once that his legs were straight out in front of him and his ankles were tied tightly together. Then I saw his arms had been pulled behind his back and the pole, crossed and tied exactly like mine. It was a very thick column - I knew immediately he was going no place. He gave me a sheepish grin and said "Hi!"

I expected Andy would want to tie me the same but instead he told me to sit down where I was. Immediately he took another length of rope from his pocket (he must have been well prepared and now I realised why he had changed out of his soccer uniform). He pulled my socks off and immediately started to tie my ankles together, quickly but just as securely as he had tied my hands. As he did so he explained that he had me take my shoes off just in case I thought of kicking him. When he had finished I lay back on my bound hands and asked him what he was going to do with us.

"I'm going to leave you here for a few minutes so you can discuss your situation, but I'll be back soon to make you more comfortable," with that he turned and began climbing the stairs. I struggled into a sitting position and turned to look at Scott. I noticed at once that he was a s excited as me but knew at once he would be embarrassed if I said anything.

I asked Scott what had happened to him and he told me he was discovered hiding in Andy's father's den after a short while. Andy lost no time in reminding Scott that he was now a prisoner, and like me Scott felt it was only fair to submit. Like me too he hadn't expected what was about to happen to him. He asked Andy about me and Andy told him I was already a prisoner, locked in a cupboard and if he wished Scott could join me (Andy knew where I was all along). After a brief description of my captivity he told Scott that alternatively he could receive different treatment so long as he did exactly what he was told. Scott agreed and was made to remove his shirt like me and was then ordered to place his hands behind his head and was marched into the part of the basement where we now were. Andy made him stand against the column, placing his hands behind his back and around the pole. Scott was amazed by how quickly and effectively Andy was able to secure his wrists. With his arms stretched around the column my buddy had very little movement but he knew immediately it was not worth attempting to struggle. Andy instructed his prisoner to sit on the floor, which Scott managed with some difficulty, after which his socks were removed and his ankles tied.

"What happens now?" I asked Scott.

"Dunno," came the reply. "Guess he'll come back in a few minutes and let us go. He said he would make us more comfortable. It's been kinda cool though," he added rather shyly.

I had to agree with his last comment but wasn't so sure we were going to be released yet. The look on Andy's face when he had finished tying me up showed he was mighty pleased with himself. I had a feeling he was going to hang on to his prisoners a little longer, particularly as it was obvious he had gone to some lengths to plan this operation and that we had been tricked into going along with his plan, thus making it even simpler for him to carry out. I told Scott what I thought and added that we had best try to get free before Andy returned. While I was speaking I began wriggling across the floor to where Scott was tied. As he couldn't move, clearly it was up to me. I managed with some difficulty to roll and squirm across the floor (fortunately, although it was rough concrete, it was smooth and kept swept) until I was behind my friend. Sitting up, I managed to find his bound wrists and with some difficulty managed to reach the knot. It was slow work loosening it but it finally came free. Only half the battle though - Andy had tied his wrists so well each loop of rope would have to be worked free before Scott had his freedom. As I worked on I said to Scott, "When we are loose I reckon Andy should suffer for this!"

Scott agreed we should take Andy down just as his hands came loose and he drew his aching arms in front of him and rubbed his wrists with relief. At that moment a shadow passed in front of the light, I turned round and was shocked to see Andy once more grinning down at us.

"Well you have been busy while I've been away," he laughed. "Not only trying to escape but planning revenge! Nice try, but not yet I think!" With that he grabbed Scott and dragged him back towards the pillar. With his ankles still tied Scott was able to offer very little resistance and Andy quickly forced his arms back around the post and slowly and deliberately tied his wrists once more.Then he took hold of me under the armpits and dragged me away from behind Scott, laying me n front of him. We were captives again.

"I forgot to tell you just now," Andy continued, "prisoners aren't allowed to talk". With that he drew out of his pocket two bandannas. He turned to me and said, "Since you're the man of action you can choose. Which would you prefer, red or blue?"

"Blue I guess," I replied, "Why, what are you going to do?" Even now the thought that he might gag us had not occurred to me. While I was speaking he was busy rolling the blue bandanna into a loose, wide bandage. When he had finished he stepped behind me, dropped the cloth in front of my face and said, "Open wide!" The realisation of what he had in mind hit me like a hammer blow and I replied "No. Why?" Bad move. As I asked the question he pulled the cloth back hard between my teeth holding it firm meanwhile.

"That's great Ian," he laughed, "Now clamp down!" There was no point refusing his request and I did as I was told. Andy pulled the cloth behind my head and swiftly tied it tightly with a half knot, drawing it even tighter between my clenched teeth. A moment later he had finished the square knot and released my head from his hands. I tested my gag, attempting to push it out with my tongue - No chance!

Andy watched me and giggled at my attempts to free my mouth. "There's no point in struggling Ian. You won't be able to remove it. Just chill a little. You know as well as I do you're enjoying yourself really!" He gave me a huge wink and turned to Scott.

I looked across to watch my buddy. Scott's eyes appeared to be standing out on stalks. I guessed he didn't want to be gagged anymore than I did but he knew his turn was next and there was precious little he could do about it. Once more his excitement was as evident as mine, and now I also knew Andy had noticed too.

Andy stepped behind Scott while folding the red bandanna and instructed him to open wide like me. Scott however knew what was intended and wasn't going to be caught so easily. He clamped his jaws firmly shut. Andy sighed and said, "OK, so we do it the hard way". He pulled the bandanna across Scott's mouth, and drew the ends behind his head. Holding them with one hand he twisted the cloth tightening it further then suddenly grasped Scott's nose with his free hand. Scott was clearly not expecting it. He tried desperately to shake his head free but it was hopeless. After only a few moments he gasped for air, the bandanna was drawn between his teeth and tied off tightly. I watched him struggle for a few seconds, just as I had done, trying to push his gag out with his tongue. I couldn't help laughing into my own gag, seeing my friend contorting his face with his struggles though I must have looked very similar a short while ago.

Andy came back to me and said "That will keep you both quiet but we can't have you roaming around as you like. Turn over on your side - I want to check your hands are still tied properly!" He didn't wait for me to comply but pushed me backwards onto my bound arms then rolled me onto my side. He pulled my wrists about for a few moments causing me to yelp into my gag then pronounced that they were fine. Then, standing before me, he pulled another rope from his shorts and looped it around my wrists. I knew I couldn't free myself already but there was no need to double up on the ropes so tried to say "That's not fair!" but all that came out was a series of unintelligible Mmmmphhs. Then he took hold of my feet and pulled them up behind me and I felt him pass a loop of rope around the bonds on my ankles. I had never heard of a hog-tie, let alone experienced one, so I received yet another shock when he yanked the rope hard, drawing my bound feet close up to my butt and my tied hands. Then he secured the rope with a couple more turns round my ankle bonds and finally made all secure by knotting it close to my instep. I knew once again I couldn't reach them. When he was finished he pushed me so I rolled onto my tummy. The pressure from my legs pulling on my tied hands forced my shoulders back, and my back into a gentle arch - I couldn't move a muscle!

"That should keep you in one place," Andy gloated, "I'm going back to the computer. Don't go away!"

The door shut and we were alone. For a few moments I struggled and succeeded in turning back on my side. It was difficult to decide which position was more uncomfortable. I rolled back on my tummy and lay still - it would be quite impossible for me to free myself or reach Scott, and Andy had made quite sure my buddy couldn't move. And now we couldn't even talk to one another.

All we could do was lay there hoping Andy would have a change of heart and come and release us. I think at one stage I must have dozed off as we lay there for what seemed an age when suddenly we heard the door at the top of the stairs open.

We both began Mmmmphhing furiously...

Did Andy let us go, and did we get our revenge? If you are interested in finding out let me know.

Ian G, another nice story. I'll be waiting for the next chapters!

The Boss Is Back.

It was the end of a Purim party, which is a Jewish holiday where people dress up in costumes and stuff. The party ended and most of us carried on at Lisa and Erin’s house (fellow classmates). Anyways I was not in the best of moods. This was because my mother had made me dress as Ester (a queen in the Purim holiday) because she had accidentally chosen that instead of the Marine costume I had wanted (never trust moms to shop for your costumes). So I was just trying to find a time where I could change out of the dress and into guys clothes.

Daniel thought this was hilarious, and took enough pictures so that I would never be able to find them all and burn them. At least no one made a huge deal out of it, as I wasn’t the only guy who looked out of place. People were leaving early for one reason or another, and I found this a good time to change. I went to the bathroom but right before I got to the door, I was grabbed out of thin air into one of the rooms.
I immediately felt my hands get tied behind my back, but after many tries by Daniel, I knew how to escape, and quickly untied my hands, and looked at my assailant, who was wearing a phantom mask. I only had a second to breathe before I was tackled from behind and had my hands pulled behind me again while I was facedown on the floor.
I tried to call for help, but immediately the first assailant came and tied a scarf over my mouth, silencing my cries.

I was lifted to a sitting position and watching soft rope being rapped around my chest and around the fake boobs that my mom had inserted with the costume. While this was happening the first assailant too of his, or should I say her, mask and I was shocked to be looking at Erin. I turned around and I saw her sister Lisa tying me up. I couldn’t get out the word “why”, but Erin understood what I said.

“We are very sorry that you are being tied up, and we have nothing really against you. What we want is to use you as bait for your friend Daniel who we want revenge on for tying us up a while back. I know you don’t have to be involved, but you’re the only one left here who she would come looking for.” She did care a lot about me I guess, but me being her bait, well that I didn’t like and so I tried to work my way out of my bindings.
But Lisa saw this and tied extra rope so I could not untie myself. After securing my upper body, she tied my legs up, and then took out even more rope and looped it over me and tied ends to bed frame. There was no way even I could get out of this myself.

Once Erin saw that I was secured, she went away, to perform the next stage of her trap I’m guessing. Lisa stayed and crouched in the hidden corner next to the door. “You know” she said, “You do look really cute in that outfit.” I groaned, realizing that I was still in that stupid queen costume with a wig and all. I forgot about that as she came over and say on my lap. “I like guys who have a feminine side to them.” I tried to yell at her, but all I got was a muffled sound. She giggled, gave me a kiss on the cheek, at which I went crimson, and then went to wait for Daniel to walk into the trap. God would this day just end?

To be continued…

It seemed like an eternity later that I heard voices outside the door, and saw Lisa grab some ropes, and another silk scarf. I heard Daniel call my name and tried to yell to her, but my cries were in vain. She walked in and saw me, and came over to me. I saw Lisa sneak up and tried to yell to Daniel that it was a trap. Lisa then grabbed Daniel and began to tie her up when Erin came in, and helped Lisa tie Daniel up the same way they did to me. I saw the fear in her eyes when they gagged her, and strained with all my might to get free. In the end the two completely tied Daniel up after she escaped a few times and then sat her against the opposite wall, and Erin knelt down to talk quietly with her while Lisa came over to me. Lisa was my age 5’7” and very beautiful, and I believe that she liked me.

She brushed the wigs hair out of my eyes and laid her head on my shoulder until Erin was done talking to Daniel. She dragged Daniel next to me, and I saw with shock of how calm she was. “Well now that we have what we wanted, you are allowed to leave” Erin said while Lisa brought out a digital camera and took pic’s of us tied up together. “But we can’t just let you walk away, so we will take you back to Daniels house”. I was okay with that since Daniels parents were out for the night, and they were not there to see me like this, but I was wondering why the two girls didn’t just untie us.

I didn’t have to wonder for long as the girls first dragged me and Daniel into Erin car, still bound and gagged in our costumes, and took us to Daniels house. They opened the door with Daniels keys, brought us up to her bedroom, and lay us on her bed. They then said goodnight to Daniel, and left her keys, and left the house like nothing was out of the ordinary. Daniel seemed to be okay with this like nothing was wrong. God I’ll never understand girls.

After Daniel was able to shift her gag off, she explained that Erin and Lisa were once her tie-up victims, and that she owed them the chance to get her back. She apologized for getting me into this, and laughed at me for looking like I did. Eventually we got ourselves untied, and the day finally ended.

I have more true stories if anyone still wants to hear them.

And, Observer2: I wish I'd had a Daddy like yours!

Anyways my name to call me is Jack (17 years old btw). My friend Daniel and I were at her house for the weekend as both of our parents were out. I really hoped for a good weekend that didn’t involve sisters tying up Daniel and me not that long ago. The weekend went well to start with me taking her out to dinner and such. Then we came back to her house, and were watching TV when Daniel asked me if we still wanted to tie each other up. I said okay, but you might regret that.

Anyways about 10 min later, Daniel was tied up on the couch. I told her goodnight, gave her a kiss, and went to bed, while I heard her struggle. During the night, I slept heavily, and woke up in a good mood, till I realized one thing: I had no clothes on. I looked around, but I could not find my suitcase with my other clothes. I yelled for Daniel and she came smiling. “Well I tried to ask you nicely to play, but now we have to do it my way. You’re not getting your clothes back until we play, so play nice.” I growled and nodded my head in defeat. What was I supposed to do? “What game are we playing by any chance?” I asked. “Oh you’ll see, it is called kidnapping, it involves costumes”. Costumes, well that’s not too bad, so she blindfolded me, as I still had a blanket wrapped around me, and I felt her put clothes on me, however I got a sinking feeling that I wouldn’t like them.

After she was done, she walked me over to the den (on the same floor) and told me to count to 100 and then I could take off the blindfold and the game would begin. I took of the blindfold, took one look at myself then swore. She had me in a formal dress that went down to the ground and up to my neck. I also had gloves and a wig on, with matching shoes. I also painfully noticed a bulge at my chest, which were two very real looking boobs. I surveyed my surroundings, and only had a moment to react before I felt a hand over my mouth and my arms being pulled back.

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Lisa had the house to herself with her parents being on holiday, so it was just the three of us in. I went downstairs to watch a bit of telly whilst the other two get changed, when I heard Sam calling me upstairs. I went into Lisa's room and was tackled to the ground by Lisa, who sat on my back pinning me down and pulling my arms together. I tried to move, but wasn't quick enough, and eventually Sam had tied my wrists together and cinched the knot. I tried to move my arms but found that they were very tight, and I realised I was in trouble. Lisa took another rope and bound my ankles together, then I was dragged into a chair and found my torso tightly roped to it. I asked what was happening, and Sam spoke.
'We were going to go out, but thought that we would have more fun here with you.'
'What about the others?' I asked
'Oh there was no staff night out' Lisa said. 'We just wanted to have a bit of fun with you'
'But whmmmmmmmppppppphhhh' I asked, as Sam shoved a cloth into my mouth and then wrapped tape over it.
They then proceeded to torture me a bit. Firstly I was tickled a bit, which didn't have too much effect, then I had ice rubbed over me, which was extemely cold. I was a bit angry at letting myself into this, but was enjoying being at the mercy of two hot girls. Then Lisa decided that Sam was having too much fun, and tackled her to the ground. 'Its time you joined him' she said, quickly securing Sam's wrists and ankles. She then loosened the rope tieing me to the chair and sat me down on the floor. 'Time to get you too a bit closer' she said as she lifted my arms over Sam's head so that they were in her lap, then did the same to Sam's. She then took out a role of duct tape and taped my wrists to Sam's lap and vice versa. She then decided to use tape to tie our torso's togeher, along with our knees and ankles. Finally she removed my gag and replaced it with a knotted scarf and used a pair of panties to gag Sam and secured them in place with a scarf. She then left us struggling like this, occasionally coming back to check on us. We had no means of escape with the tape over our wrists and movement was not an option. Also, we couldn't communicate, so we were unable to talk about how to escape. We were left there all night until we were finally released, with Lisa having the intention of holding us hostage again. Sam and I began planning our escape but unfortunately the opportunity never came up and I lost contact with them when I moved away.

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Master stroke, I think.

So.... Justin arrives first and we go and sit on my couch and watch T.V. Some commercial comes on with a guy tied up with duct tape.
"Justin, have you ever been tied up?" I asked.
"Nope!"
"Want to try it? It's pretty cool,"
"Okay," Justin said.

So, we go to my garage and I get some Duct Tape and three 10 ft. ropes. Then we went to my basement were I told him to lay down on his stomach & hands behind his back. I bound his wrists with rope . Then I took off his shoes so his white ankle sock remained. I bound his ankles with rope. Then I pulled him into a hogtie with the final rope. I wrapped duct tape around his wrists and ankles to secure the bond. Then I wrapped duct tape around his head 5 times.
I had done a good job. Justin was laying there mmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhhh ing into his gag.

Then the doorbell rang.

I went to answer it, and it was Luke. I was ready to tie him up too.

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we were all hangin out when amy shouted scooby doo. we all looked at her and she explained that it was a bondage game. we all knew scooby doo. so we decided to play it. so piper would be daphne and she would be kidnapped obviously, and joe was shaggy and austin was fred. there was no scooby but vanessa was velma. so my house is pretty big so....

anyways me mike and george were bad guys. we decided that amy and emily should be other victimes so we had them all seperate like they did on scooby doo. vanessa, joe and emily were together and piper austin and amy were together.

vanessa joe and emily were upstairs and the others were downstairs. we decided to strike the upstairs first. so we got the ropes and snuck upstairs. luckily emily was looking seperatly so we leaped on her gagged her and tied her up. so we took her into one of my bedrooms, and luckily for us it was the one i had installed a secret passage for storage or in case of burglars. so we put her in there which had a phone in there and a bed with food and water. we secured her to the bed. and let me tell you im a lesbian. but they dont know that. we tied her spread eagle to the bed. anyways she was wearing a sexy mini dress so we stripped her down to her bra and undies. now she started to get uncomfortable the guys were looking at her longing for the feel of her beuatiful breasts. i said not yet. lets get the other two first. so we came out of the secret room andwent downstairs.

we waited until amy came by and snatched her up and hogtied her in the secret room upstairs. then daphne came by: piper and we almost got her but fred: austin called her name so we decided a different approach. we came right out and snatched her. mike went in and handgagged her as best he could and brought her to our secret place.

we tied her hands behind a pole and stripped her from her dress. now we had three bound beuaties and we all wanted a taste. so mike went up to emily who was mphing loudly and started to fondle her breasts. george did the same to piper and we left amy because she was hogtied.

but really, you should stop asking and just continue

By the time I had reached 14 I had realised that I was 'different' from most other boys my age. Sure, I fancied girls big time, but my interest in seeing them tied up, and being tied up myself was clearly not something the majority of my peers shared.

My summer vacations at Aunt Kay's were introducing me into a world of female domination and bondage. It was enticing and infectuous, it was a fantasy in which I was not in control, and yet it was actually happening. I was an eager recipient and felt so lucky.

As I frequently reminisced about Aunt Kay's methods of discipline ( see previous stories; My First lesson from Aunt Kay, and How I learnt that its rude to stare), I became more and more determined that this particular year I would tie up one of my cousins, Emily and Charlotte ( 1 and 2 years older than me respectively).

In normal circumstances this would be difficult, as they were both learning judo, and Charlotte was certainly a lot bigger than me. So, I hatched a 'cunning plan'.

Before my holiday began I managed to get hold of some soft rope from my Dad's garage. I washed it to both soften and clean it ( it seemed like the rope that Aunt Kay had tied me up with). I also cutit into: two 6 ft lengths, and three 10 ft lengths. With this done, I secretely practised self bondage on my ankles and kness to gain expertise in this subject.

The first couple of days at Aunt Kay's went as they had in the previous couple of years. I spent time playing sports and games and 'catching up; on gossip/events with Emily and Charlotte. And, I still had an allmighty crush on Aunt Kay, but was consious not to let it be too obvious.

Aunt Kay's hair was now cut slightly shorter in a geo-bob style, and so often, she seemed to be wearing leather trousers or a leather skirt, and shiny satin blouses. I also began to notice that she used dark eye shadow. She really possesed a dominant aura.

Anyway, Charlotte, now 16, was spending more and more time with her friend Alison ( see; How I learnt it's rude to stare), which meant that I had ample opportunity to talk to Emily, my cunning plan was taking shape.

Emily was always keen to reminisce and joke about how her Mum had disciplined me, and also about how she had been on the receiving end of those methods, which conveniently led me to ask her how she felt about being tied up.

Her response nearly blew me away. She laughed " it's not that bad, you even get used to it and treat it as a bit of a game". Wow, as an eager 14 year old I seized on this and suggested we play a game of tennis, with the winner getting to tie up the loser. I proposed tennis as I knew I had the edge over Emily in this sport.

Without hesitation, Emily agreed, and said we should do it the following day. I was on a winner whatever the result; if I won I got to tie up a girl for the first time, and if Emily won, ah so what, I'd get dominated by a female again, how could I lose?

So, the following day, we packed our tennis rackets and lunch, I also secretly packed the rope, and walked to the tennis courts, which were close to the riding stables where Aunt Kay's family were all members. Emily and I had agreed to sneak into an unnused shed at the stables after our tennis and play our tie-up game.

Despite being a bundle of nerves, I beat Emily in straight sets, and wasted no time in reminding her of our agreement. She remained really good about the whole thing and we laughed and joked as we walked to the riding stables.

We went into the unnused shed and closed the door behind us. It suddenly dawned on Emily that we had no rope, so I produced the lengths of rope I had meticulously prepared. She joked about how I had come prepared, and how eager I was to tie her up. I think she could sense my anticipation and played along with it.

Both Emily and Charlotte took after Aunt Kay for their looks, they were both dark haired, Emily was more 'pretty' whilst Charlotte had a somewhat serious look about her. Emily was wearing a white round neck tee shirt with pink collar and sleeves, very tight white shorts, with white ankle socks and white trainers, she looked cute.

Then came my moment of triumph "hands behind your back please" I said in a trembling voice and without hesitation she complied. I doubled a shorter length of rope and wound it around Emily's wrists twice then divided it between them before pulling it tight and knotting it at the top out of the reach of her fingures. "try and get out of that " I taunted.

Emily struggled, but had no chance of freeing herself, I had bound her wrists tightly there was no slack in the ropes. In the spirit of our game she adopted a 'Penelope Pitstop' damsel in distress accent saying " help help".

"i'm not finished yet" I told her, and proceeded to use a 10 ft length of rope to draw Emily's elbows closer behind her back. I then wound the excess of rope underneath and above her breasts and around her upper body. The effect of this was to make her developing chest thrust out, looking as though she had put two tennis balls under her tee shirt.

Emily seemed to enjoy the sensation that her young breasts were quite obviously being 'forced out' and were on display so to speak. She kept wriggling her shoulders and upper body and struggling . The more she struggled the more her predicament was accentuated and the more her breasts were thrust forward. I'm certain that she was aware how georgeous and vulnerable she looked, and seemed to be enjoying playing the part.

I helped her sit on the ground and then proceeded to tie her ankles and knees together, throughout this Emily kept up her damsel in distress 'Penelope Pitstop' accent, and this really excited me.

When I had finished tying her up, I stood back to admire my efforts and contemplate what to do next, when suddenly Emily dropped her accent, and said "oh oh look behind you".

I turned around, and there, in the doorway stood Aunt Kay. She had interupted our game. I was in shock and lost for words.

Sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger folks, but I'll conclude this story in a couple of days thanks......

well, it was 15 hands of poker, to decide the winner, the stakes were that i would be dressed like a girl and tied up for 15 minutes and be tickle tortured mercilessly, and seeing that she is a girl, there isnt much that embarrasses her that i could really think of, so i said we should just extend her time to about 45 minutes of tickling while tied to a tree.

i swear it was the worst thing of my life, 14 hands later and we were tied, it was all down to this hand, and she wins... i was really in for it now.

so we went to the store, bought me a shirt, a bra, underwear, dark stockings to hide my leg hair, and purple fishnets and a short camoflage skirt.

so i proceeded to go to the bathroom at her house and change seeing that there are plenty of trees behind her house... how convenient. the feeling was relatively exciting, yet awkward... thank god i had the sense to say no pictures at that time. she told me to turn around, and put my hands behind my back, which she handcuffed there so i would feel helpless she then sat me down, put lip gloss on me, eye shadow, blush, concealer, i mean, she went all out, and i had no chice but to submit, even when i wasnt completely tied, the handcuffs had worked, i was helpless.

now onto the tying, we went out into the backyard, found a decent tree out of sight, and she broke out the roll of duct tape... i knew i was in for it, seeing it was new. she tied my legs at the ankles, above and below my knees (she was relatively inexperienced, so i guided her, seeing i wanted to be helpless... its not fun otherwise.) she wrapped tape around my waist to pin my hands to my sides, below and above my now size c breasts, and proceeded to gag me with duct tape, which was ineffective due to the lip gloss, and it eventually fell off, not to be replaced. then she took out a bandana, and blindfolded me... and by this time i was quite turned on.

she began to tickle my sides, i couldnt squirm more than a couple of inches... she went up my arms with her long nails, tormenting me the whole time, "what a cute girl you make" "its your own fault you are inthis situation" and she was right, she knew i liked it though, and that made it all the worse, she went down to my legs now, which were insanely sensitive. (nylon is now i very much hated and loved substance in my book due to this venture.) now at my thighs i was trying to concentrate on something else, but she just wouldnt stop, and it was killing me... it was only 5 minutes in. this continued until about the 10 minute mark, and it stopped... thank god... and she began to make out with me as my gag had fallen off, and it kept my very quiet... and then while doing this, she began to tickle me again... luckily just then the timer went off and i would have to endure no more.

i went inside and cleaned off all the makeup, changed out of the clothes, and it was a precess let me tell you, i feel bad that girls have to wear so many articles of clothing.

another good thing about this is that i no longer have to worry about shopping for a halloween costume...lol