We had this shy girl Diane that would be our target. Diane was sweet, cute looking gal that the guys loved to hate. They loved to hate her because she was so cute and also so aloof. These guys didn't understand shyness and thought she was just stuck on herself. So some of the guys decided to play a nasty trick on her.

One of the guys was a guy named George. His parents had a cottage near a lake in a small town about 10 miles away from where we lived at that time near Lake Michigan.

The trick was to invite Diane to a Halloween party and we called upon the only person that Diane trusted, her only close friend, a girl named Nancy.

Most of the guys were in the cottage home with George's buddy, Bruce cleverly outside the cottage with a mask on like the freak in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and he had a chainsaw.

So Diane finally arrived with Nancy. She came in and rather shyly tried to interact with someof the people. I was getting nervious for Diane because having been through a similiar drill but also being an outgoing and fun loving person was able to handle it. I wasn't sure if even I could handle this one. Let alone Diane. So I talked to some of the guys and expressed my concerns and said we need to be as careful as possible.

We had the usual Halloween things around. A bowl of candy, some soft drinks and some harder stuff too. I started thinkingt hat perhaps we should get Diane to drink a little to get her loosened up a little. Nancy agreed.

I tried to talk to Diane and found that she would give quick, very abrupt answers and walk away. Several guys tried to put the moves on her, same result, only even quicker. This was amazing to me that here was a very attractive girl who could get any guy she wanted. We girls were envious and the guys were disgusted at being brushed off all the time.

So after a short while, George nodded to us and indicated that it was time. I was bracing hoping that Diane would get through this okay.

All of a sudden we heard

BRRRROOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

The chainsaw had started up and Bruce entered with his mask on. He made a swipe towards one of the guys who methodologically fell down while stategically spilling a carefully concealed package of ketchep all over himself to make it look like he was bleeding. The guys satrted to run and yell and the girls started to scream. Nancy grabbs Diane and heads out the back door. I was to stay behind.

With Nancy and Diane all by themselves, all they could hear was what appeared to be screams of terror and that horrific chainsaw sound

RRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

We would find out later via Nancy that Diane was genuinely scared. Even Nancy was scared and she was in on it!

Outside were two more guys who grab Diane and Nancy tying and gagging them both and throwing them into a truck. Funny thing was that Nancy was not made aware of this! Now she was genuinely scared. The girls were also blindfolded and went for a ride around the back roads and brought back to this cottage although thet didn't know it was the same cottage.

All the guys went out back and in the their place were skeletons and what appeared to be body parts.

Now both Nancy and Diane were put on the floor and their feet were tied. We had costumes on and hoods covering our heads.

Now The Chainsaw man comes in and RMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

Blindfolds were removed and the look in even Nancy's face was intense fear. She had thought that something had gone wrong. We had made a change of plans and figured that no real friend would subsject heir friend to something like this so why not include Nancy in the game too?

The chainsaw man played it up to the hilt. He would grab bodyparts and saw them away and laugh in a maniacal fashion. He would also carefully but delliberately swipe hsi chainsaw close to both of the girls.

He looked over at Nancy and in a sinister voice said do you want to be first. Nancy mmmmppphhhed through her gag and shook her head no. So then he asked if she wanted Diane to be first. Again Nancy shook her head no. We looked over at Diane and noticed that she was genuinely scared and almost ready to cry.

As the chainsaw man approached Diane, she moved her head away. The chainsaw man grabbed Diane by her cheek and said
"My you are a pretty one. It would be a shame to cut you up. But why is it you never talk to the guys?"

Now Diane was puzzled. The voice had gone from sinister to one that she thought she recognized. Nancy seemed relieved too. And so were we. They played it as far as I was comfortable with. Nancy started to smile.

The chainsaw man took off his mask and of course Diane recognized that it was Bruce. The others took off their hoods and now Nancy sighed.

Bruce looked over at the still tied and gagged Diane and said that this was all of Nancy's doing. She wasn't only in on the whole thing but planned it.

Nancy still tightly gagged was unable to say anything different.

Bruce asks Diane if she would like a little revenge on her best friend and Diane nods yes! Nancy has this look in her eyes like "Oh no!"

Did Diane get revenge on her?

Like to her more from you.

Cheri

Cheri

My girlfriend was organizing a party with her friends, and she, obviously, invited me. However, she told me to come a few hours early to help set up. I agreed. The party started at 8, and I arrived at 5. She had four friends with her. I helped set up, and at around 7:15, right as I was walking out of the bathroom, I get tackled from behind. My girlfriend(let's call her G)'s friends were holding me down, and my girlfriend jumped around to the front and shoved a ballgag in my mouth. (She has used this on me before, and she knew I didn't like them, but darn it, they worked.)

They stripped me to my underwear, blindfolded me, and secured me to a chair with duct tape, and left me in the closet with the promise of "plans" for me. Occasionally someone would pop in to tease me, but since I was blindfolded, I couldn't tell who.

Finally, I heard the party starting. I 'mmmph'ed as much as I could but I couldn't be heard. After what must have been an hour I heard the room get quiet and one of G's friends talking. Everyone cheered, and I felt the closet doors open. The chair was pulled out, and there I was, sitting in front of an unknown number of people, bound and gagged in my boxers. G's friend addressed the crowd like an announcer. Their plans were they were going to let people take turns picking out costumes for me to wear. I began to struggle harder, and everyone started laughing.

Someone picked a costume, and I was pulled out of the main lounge into my girlfriend's room, and into her walk in closet. She removed the blindfold and showed me what I would be wearing, snickering. I 'mmmph'ed futily, as she undid the duct tape and slid me into the costume. It was a prom dress, or something like one. My hands obviously couldn't go through the sleeves, to the rested behind my back inside the costume. G put something in it to make it look like I had boobs, then re-blindfolded me, re-secured me to the chair, put a wig on me, and dragged me back out.

Everyone started cracking up. I heard cameras going off, and now I was pissed. This continued for a good while until finally they got bored (I assume) and left me in G's room. After what must have been a half hour at least, someone came in. It was a good friend of mine. He undid the gag, blindfold and cuffs(which he got the keys to through one of G's friends), then helped me undo the tape. Unfortunatly, my clothes could not be found, but I knew how to find them.

My friend snuck back out into the party unnoticed, and I waited in the room for about an hour and a half, until finally the party was over and everyone was gone. My girlfriend came in to check on me, as I had hoped. I closed the door quickly but quietly, pulled her hands back and slapped the cuffs on, then quickly whirled her around and gagged her with the ballgag. Her eyes were so wide it was funny as I layed her down on the bed. I rummaged around her room but found no duct tape, so I just used some of her clothes to tie her legs and ankles with, and to secure her arms to the sides of her body.

I asked her where my clothes were, tickled her, asked again, etc., giving the cliched but oh so fun "What, I can't understand you." line to her as she tried to speak through the gag. Finally I removed it, and she spat out "Kitchen...o....on table...." through the laughter. I kissed her then regagged her, and double checked to see if her friends were still here. It looked as though they had left. I quickly ran, grabbed them, then ran back in. She was flailing madly on the bed, and, after I finished changing back into my clothes, I blindfolded her, picked her up over my shoulder, and walked her to my house like this. Luckily it was pretty late, so no one saw me, but when I got home I carefully avoided my parents and carried her up to my room.

I layed her on the bed, and went downstairs to get some ice. I came back up to find her right where I left her. I pushed a cube up her shirt into her belly button, and kissed her on the cheek as she squirmed about. Once it was melted, I tickled her on her cold stomach for a good while. I pulled her shirt up enough to expose her midrif and allow me access to her armpits, then used some of my clothes to hogtie her. I iced and tickled her feet, stomach, sides, armpits, and face(she's got a very ticklish face, don't ask why.) for a good while, then finally stopped and let her get her bearings.

I removed her from the hogtie, put her back over my shoulder, and walked her back to her house. I put her down on her bed, and removed her blindfold and gag. She laughed and said we were even. I kissed her and told her not quite yet, then I replaced the gag, tucked her in still tied, and left. Her parents would be home in an hour or two to find her, and if not, in the morning when she didn't get up for school.

Today she told me she had to convince her parents she did that to herself, and dropped a hint of a TUG in the near future, so I'll see if I have any stories to report.

In my youth I was the same as now, 5'5 110-125 lbs, red hair, green eyes. My brother Jim is 2 years older and has always been fat and ugly with fat ugly friends. Jim was always jealous of my dating life, and his friends hated the fact I would not date them. As a result, I was frequently kidnapped and tied up by them. I would never tell on them because Jim always had some kind of blackmail to share with my parents.

The first time I was victimized I was only 15 years old. One of Jim's fat friends, Eric, asked me to his Junior homecoming dance. I told him no, and ended up getting asked by another guy from our school. Since my parents would not let me date yet I had to be sneaky. I went to my friend Jean's house to get ready since her parents were out of town. I also had to borrow a dress and shoes from another girl I new in the 11th grade. My date was to pick me up for dinner at 6 and then go to the dance at 8. Jim got wind of plan from listening to my calls with Jean who he had a crush on.

I got to Jeans at 4 to get ready, Since Jean was not going she was happy to devote her night to helping me get ready. With her help I was ready an hour early at 5. We sat and waited for my date and then the doorbell rang. Jim and Eric were outside. Of course we ignored it, but Jim said if we did not let him in he would tell my parents I was going on a date. Reluctantly we let them in, and what a mistake that was. Eric grabbed me and Jim grabbed Jean. They both clamped their hands over our mouths and said don't yell. They said you both better shut up or I would be told on for dating, and Jean would be told on for helping me out. I nodded my head , and Eric released his hand. I said what do you want. Jim said you girls are not going antwhere tonight. I started to cry, and beg him to let me go out, Jim said I couldn't date anyone if I won't date Eric. They ordered us to the kitchen and told us to sit down. Eric then took of his back packed and dumped sevreal lenghts of rope on the floor from it. Jim and him grabbed rope and Eric stared tying me while Jim tied Jean. My hands were force behind me and tied with white nylon rope very tightly. My ankles were then tightly tied together along with my knees. Jean only has her hands and ankles tied. They then spun us around in the chairs so we were back to back. They each started wrapping more rope around our upper boddies. As I kept crying Jim said if we could get loose I could go, if not he would free me by 9. Jim then said we have to gag them or she will yell when her date comes. Eric asked Jean if she had any tape she said no. Eric left the room and searched the house, he came back with a roll of dcut tape. Jim said give it to me and took the tape. Jim then wrapped the tape around my head and mouth several times then did the same to Jean. All I could think about was how my hair would be messed up, and my dress wrinkled from all the rope.

The ropes were really sinking in to my skin. Eric really tied me up tight , probably because he was mad I turned himm down. I heard Jean crying I figured she was in pain. The boys then went to the living room and I heard the t.v. get turned on. I was screwed. I had a pretty blue dress wrinkled bad, and some black ankle strap heels, the straps now coered with rope. I was bound and gagged and unable to move. 30 minutes went by with Jean crying and me making noise through my nose trying to tell her we will be O.K., then the doorbell rang.

4 of my male classmates picked me up and put me sitting on the floor, in front of the lockers.
They used 2 or 3 tie-wraps for my hands and used a lock to connect me to a locker. They jammed a piece of tape on my mouth. At that point the most students were all gone an only a few teachers were around.
They left me and put my hospital things next to me.

'Good luck!' one said.

Around half an hour later, my German teacher found me, she cut the plastic things and helped me up.

Well your mentor isn't there anymore so speak to her tomorrow, she said and we both left.

BTW, I needed to walk back because I live 3 blocks from school...

I particularly like nailing him when he least expects it and when the guys are over, his buddies. They get a kick out of it.

One time he was getting into an argument with one of his buddies, a guy named Karl. I was getting tired of hearing him go back and forth so I through a quick handgag on him and let Karl make his finishing point.

We were at a class reunion about a year ago and my hubby was arguing about politics of all t hings and who was going to win the election. Well, all of his had heard all we wanted to and it was getting heated so I clamped my hand tightly over his big mouth. He tried to pull my hand away, but no going, I just put my other hand over the first one and held on tight.

Everybody just laughed, the other guy made his final point and left to talk to the other classmates and only then did I let go.

I like being on both sides. Delivering it puts me in control, having it put on me makes me submissive and I enjoy that role too.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Cheri

Still tied and gagged she started mmppphhing and it sounded and looked like she wanted to be untied.

Bruce slying says that she can have revenge, but getting looose was up to her.

Diane mmmppped what sounded like C'mon only in gagtalk and had the saddest look on her face. Nancy looked relieved untill Bruce told her that she too would have to get untied on her own. Nancy's eye's got as big as saucers and what sounded like "WHAT" in gagtalk came out.

Both gals started wiggling and squirming. They had been tied very tightly. I started to chime in and started to say How are they.....mmmpphhh. But was interupted by a hand over the mouth by Bruce who rather harshly aske me if I wanted to joing the duo on the floor and be bound and agged too and enter the race to see who gets loose first.

I nodded no. Bruce removed his hand and went back to the girls.

First he went to Diane and asked her if she wanted to say something. Diane nodded yes and Bruce removed her gag only to replace it with a handgag, thumbs down. Bruce then told Diane to choose her words wisely and playfully asked her why she wanted to talk now when she always refused to talk to everybody in the past?

Diane mmmppphhhed something that sounded like "I'm sorry" only in handgag talk.

Bruce removed his hand and quickly replaced the gag. Poor Diane never got a chance to speak at all!

Bruce then moved over to Nancy. Same deal, Bruce asked Nancy if she wanted to speak with she was gagged, removed the gag and then handgagged her. I stood there watching this somewhat enjoying it because I had been there before, although not quite like this.

Nancy mmmmppphhhed what sounded like "Untie me" in gag talk. Bruce took his hand away and replaced the gag. He rallied us up and told us it was time to go and leave the "Bobsy Twins" alone to get themselves loose and do .....whatever.

Interesting group on http://groups.msn.com/Tie-UpGames

I create a new album (handcuff) and added new pics on others albums.

Enjoy, and contribute too if you have pics.

Did you have enjoyable tie-up experiences as well, though?

Please don't think I am putting down your story - there are other "tied up against his/her will" stories on here as well, and they're not my thing. However, I am curious about what happened later.

ps. Real interesting story.

After Jean could speak again, we talked as John tried to untied us both. The ropes were so knotted he had to get a knife and cut us loose. After 10 minutes we were free. Both Jean and I has rope burns on our wrist and ankles. John wanted to help me get revenge. That would never happen, but I would later discover that Jim was into bondage after raiding his room. I would be tied up at his hands a few more times. We rarely speak anymore and he is married to a stripper, whom I am sure gets the ropes frequently.

Bruce asked Ivan and Jeff, the guys who tied Nancy and Diane up how tight they made their bonds. They responded "tight enough to keep them secure but they should be able to bust loose."

We watched Diane and Nancy trying to communicate to each other. One of the windows was open and there was a lot of double mmmppphhhing going on in there. We just laughed and enjoyed the whole spectacle.

Diane rolled around on the floor and got close to Nancy's leg. She starting rubbing her face against Nancy's leg to work the gag loose. It worked!

Nancy rolled over by Diane and was about to do the same thing when Diane rolled away. Being the only one of the two now able to speak, Diane loaded a mouthful on Nancy. Talk about dirty girl talk! Diane was upset. After several minutes of being unsuccessful in breaking her bonds, Diane indicated to Nancy that they should try to work together to get loose. Nancy mmmppppheeed out "Me first" andturned around with her back to Dianes and motioned with her hands for Diane to work the ropes loose with her fingers.

Diane was able to speak and said "Not so fast girl. You got me into this so it is only fair that you get me out. You untie me first."

Nancy rolled back to the front and turned her head sideways indicating that she wanted Diane to remove her gag.

Diane repsonds; "Nothing doing! You are going to stay that way untill I am loose and then you are going to have a lot of explaining to do."

Nancy mmmppphhhed frantically all of which was inaudible. We were all laughing outside and enjoying this whole spectacle.

Nancy finally sighs, turns around and starts to use her fingers to untie the knots on Dianes bonds. Have you ever tried this? It's not easy. Luckily, girls are more supple than men and can manipulate their joints easier when placed in a position like this.

Nancy worked on Diane for several minutes. Then it appeared to be at least 20 minutes, Nancy was making some headway and long with Diane's struggles, Diane was about to be free.

Then Bruce walks back in and before Diane could untie her legs tells the gals that he was proud of them that they could work together after the ordeal. He applauded Nancy for her kindness and Diane for using her head but said that was too easy and he wanted to see them do it again.

So the guys came back in and retied Diane. Needless to say, Diane was not too happy about this ordeal and was talking dirty to Bruce when she got a hard handgag.

Bruce tells her that "Isn't it funny how you never talk to us but WOW do you have a lot to say now!" Bruce finishes off with this thing about how girls should be seen and not heard and regags Diane.

The guys then walked out. Needless to say the look on both girls faces should disgust. I am sure that in there hearts they knew that somehow, someway, they would get loose. But how? And when?

Cheri

:-) (-:

Cheri

Cheri

Could you tell some of the stories involving John tying you up, or do you feel they fall outside the realm of tie-up "games"?

Either way, thanks for sharing your experience with us.

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The night after the party night, our parents left the house for 2 days. I can't really remember why, because I didn't really care... Anyway, this left Sara in charge of all of the rest of us, and the house basically. I was sitting watching the TV, being bored as I nearly always am. All of the girls were all playing "Truth or Dare" behind the me.

After a while, all of the girls started giggling, and then Kelly came up to me. I noticed she had her hands behind her back, but I couldn't see if she has anything in them. "What do you want?", I asked. "Can you come over here for a second? We need to talk to you." She said. I jumped off the chair and followed her. She moved her hands around the front quickly, without letting me see them. I tried to see what se was holding, but I couldn't.

I got to to circle of girls, and then Sara said "Hey shortie, wanna play a game?". "You know I hate being called short, but anyways, whats the game?". She smiled sweetly, but with a hidden smirk. I knew this wan't going to turn out very good... She looked at Kelly and all of them sterted giggling. "You see, it's called 'Rescue the Hostage', only there are no people to rescue the hostage." Just then Mary jumped on me, pushing me to the ground. Lyn grabbed my feet, Mary grabbed my arms behind my back, and Sara put her fist in my mouth. Then Kelly revealed what she was holding. A roll of duct tape. I tried to squirm free, but they held on really tightly, tighter than I thought they even could...

Kelly then wrapped duct tape around my wrists about 10 times, and the same to my ankles. I tried to get myself free, but it was useless. They went to put tape over my mouth, but when Sara removed her hand, and before Kelly could put the tape over it, I started yelling out for help. She quickly put the tape over my mouth, just as my brother Mitchel came running down the stairs to see why I was calling for help, with Mathew following him. But instead of helping me, they started laughing! They both came over and started to tickle me, and I'm really ticklish. After a while they left and went back to whatever they were doing upstairs.

Mary, who was wearing a scarf, took off the scarf and blindfolded me with it. Then they picked me up and carried me to, well, I couldn't see where we were going... The whole time the girls were all giggling and saying stuff like "Having fun?" or "How's it feel, shortie". They always call me shortie because they know I hate it. I was squirming around the whole time, but I had no luck getting out, although I managed to nudge the scarf up a bit so I could see. After some walking, they put me down in the basement. Sara then said "Now, be a good boy and we won't have to force you". Then they started to untape me, and I started to kick and squirm. The girls restrained me as best they could, untill I couldn't move at all.

"I told you not to do that! But now you have to have it done by force.", was all Sara said. The girls stretched me out spread-eagled on the table, and then taped my wrists and ankles down again. One of the girls realised that I was able to see out the bottom of the scarf, so they took it off completely. "Kelly, wait here and make sure he doesn't pull off some stupid stunt", said Lyn. I was completely immobile exept for my head in this position. After a while the rest of the girls came back with more tape and some strips of cloth. They tied a piece of cloth around my eyes, then another, and about 4 more.

Then they secured it all on with duct tape, and taped my head down to the table. Now I couldn't move at all, and I couldn't see. I was starting to become scared at what they were going to do, and how helpless I was against it. "Hey shortie, are you ticklish?" asked Sara. They all started laughing, as they all knew I was. All the girls started to torture me with tickling, and I couldn't even squirm. After like, 30 minutes, they finally stopped. Then they left, I'm pretty sure. I tried to struggle, but I couldn't move at all.

About an hour later, Sara came back in and tickle-tortured me for about 10 minutes, then they let me go. As I walked out all the girls were giggling at me, and now I know I have to get them back! I'll post that story when I actually do it.

i live in the london uk area and love to be tied up any1 who would like to tie me up please visit my website or wmail me at footworshipservice@yahoo.com

It's 6.50 pm here, so time to eat...

Cheri

Thanks again for sharing the rest of the story and aftermath.

Do you got a nice story again Shaun?

I already apologized in the last scentense

I went into the garage and got the duct tape off of the shelf, and went back into the house. I got a strip, and stuck it to hend hand for easy acess. I turned the TV off, and pulled out the plug, then I called out for Sara, I said I needed help with the TV. After a while she came in, and I said that it wasn't working. When I finally got her to bend down to look, I jumped on her from behind. I stuck the tape over her mounth and held on as tight as I could around her arms.After a while, I managed to pull her and myself with my feet to where I had put the tape. I held on with one arm, and reached out for the tape. I managed to move around so I was constraining her arms with my legs, than taped her hands together with duct tape. Now I could finally let go. I put duct tape around her anckles, and stood up to admire my work.

Now, the only problem was, that while I was doing this, one of the girls had come in to see why Sara was taking so long. When I finished taping Sara up, I heared her yell for the others to come in, and fast. This wasn't going exactly how I'd planned it... I ran into the kitchen stupidly, as it's a dead end. I heard Sara start to speak. Now I knew I was in for it. Mary then saw me in the kitchen and yelled "He's in here! Quick!". I flung myself at Mary's leg, and clung on with my hands and feet. She tried to get me off, and when they came, so did the others.

After a while, they got me off by tickling me. They all pushed me to the ground, and kneeled on my arms and legs. Sara then came right up to my face as said "That was a pretty good try there shortie." Then she pulled the hood on my hoodie over my face and drew the drawsting around where my mouth is, blindfolding and gagging me. As I'd taken the duct tape, and they couldn't find it, they had to rely on other methods to do this.

Lyn ran upstairs and grabbed a bundle of scarves, and tied one around the bottom of my hoodie, so I couldn't wriggle out the bottom. Then they forcefully pushed my arms back into the hoodie, and tied the sleeves around me. This effectively constrained the top half of my body. Then for my legs, they sinply tied a scarf around my ancles and knees. Then one of the girls put another scarf around the one on my ancles, and put them up behind me. She then tied that around my chest, looping around the tied sleeves of my hoodie. This left me bent back, tied up on the kitchen floor.

Now this had definately not gone to plan. I was going to pull the girls out one by one, but instead they ALL came out and tied me up. Anyway, I layed there squirming, trying to get out, but with no luck. After about and hour they all came back in, but instead on un-tieing me, they took of my shoes and tickled me for another 30 minutes. After that they untied me, and once again I found myself embarresed in front of giggling girls. The girls are only down for one more week, so I really gotta try to get this revenge, properly

here is a pic http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v131/luridfox/shackles.jpg

these are hard to find in working condition as they are old. Mine just have a little rust on them, but nothing soaking in soda wont fix.

I know this is not a story, but i will post some soon, I have a term paper to finish up first, but many stories to come.

Yes the pictures are of me. I am 15 years old.

Anywho, to come very clean from the start, this story I'm going to recite did actually happen to me and some friends in my youth. All the events are more-or-less in order and accurate, however I am including a bit of 'poetic license' to try to accurately describe the events, sensations, emotions and filling in some of the blank parts in my spotty memory, in order to give the story a decent narrative drive. Also, the first name I'M using is legitimate, however other participants' names are altered because: 1. its bad form giving out other people's
names without permission, and 2: I can't remember some of them...

Before I get to my story of one of the (very few) tie-up games I enjoyed as a kid, I'd like to give a little background of my prepubescent development of a taste for tie-ups and, eventually, bondage (I don't like the word fetish... seems kinda unhealthy, don't you think?)

***WARNING: BACKSTORY***

Unlike many people posting to this site, I was far from blessed with an abundace of tie-up games as a child. I first came to realize that I liked the idea of being tied-up while watching a 'Jetsons' episode one day after school (for some reason, Elroy Jetson had been captured by 'space mobsters' and sat bound and gagged on a couch while the burly goons
pondered his fate). Of course before this I always had that small, nagging preoccupation with the kidnapped women, hostage schoolchildren and abducted damsels in movies and TV, but this was the first time that I actually looked at a bound character's plight and said to myself: "wish I was him..."

I was about eight years old when that little revelation hit me. It wasn't an obsessive preoccupation, of course (not many 8-year-olds are bondage freaks...) but more of a subtle yearning. I would occasionally wake-up too early for school in the morning and enjoy another blessed thirty minutes of sleep, during which I sometimes found myself in that hazy area between sleep and consciousness (you know what I mean). I had terrible luck remembering most of my dreams, but not these kind. Often in those lucid dreams I would see myself sitting in a chair with ropes strewn about my chest and waist and an (I'll admit) loose and sloppy OTM clothgag obscuring my mouth (my subconscious always seemed to favor a thin off-white towel). Sometimes I'd see myself lying in the back of my kidnappers' van, a gloomy darkness obscuring my bonds and gag. My liquid blue eyes would widen with alarm at every bump and jostle of the van as it sped away with its young blond-haired hostage stashed in the back and helpless to save himself... Then I'd abruptly awaken to my mother shaking my shoulder, chiding me for over-sleeping and ordering me to get to the bus stop to catch the schoolbus. In 1st grade I was best friends with a freckled red-headed girl (Cheryl, I think her name was) and at recess we would sometimes pretend that one of us needed rescuing from some dire straits (after playing those games I would often find that my dreams involved the two of us tied, gagged and imperiled, here I also started having a few actual daydreams of those scenarios). The apex of my very young bondage fantasies occurred during a 3rd grade math lesson, when I imagined every boy and girl in the room (including myself) tied to his or her desk-chair and OTM gagged by vile masked bandits (that scenario usually ended with me freeing my mouth and crying for help from inexplicably nearby policemen or, in later daydreams, by me loosening my bonds and somehow running the men off...).

After that rather exhillerating series of thoughts I dropped the thrilling daydreams altogether. I still felt many of the same feelings at seeing characters subjected to bonds and gags in movies and TV, but my imagination was less wild (for a time, at least). BTW: the fantasies I've laid out thus far may lead you to believe that I had a tendancy to develop into a 'submissive' for bondage purposes (never liked that term, either), but in fact I became a bona-fide 'switch'. It was later when I started REALLY 'noticing' girls and progressing through puberty when I looked at the VILLIANS on movies and TV who bound and gagged their helpless victims and thought to myself: "wish THAT was me..."

OKAY: ACTUAL STORY...

When I was 12 my family lived in Northern California (great place for a kid to grow-up, by the way). The gang of kids I hung-out with was not inclined to play tie-up games, the closest we came were games of war or modified tag that involved a 'penalty-box' for those caught ('prisoners') and the hope of a team mate coming to the rescue (for a jailbreak). There was little hope for me to experience my latent fantasies in that setting, however I would often stay with a friend of the family for two to three days at a time in a smaller Northern town. The boy I stayed with, 'Sean', was two-years older than me, and most of his friends were either his age or a year older. He hung-out with a group of about 4 to 6 people (three were close friends, the others irreguarly went around with them).

The closest I'd come to having a full-blown heart attack occurred when I was having lunch with Sean and two of his friends, 'Matt' and 'Steven' (Matt was 14-years old, Steven was 13). Matt and Sean were discussing afternoon plans over grilled-cheese sandwiches when Sean considered going to the rec center, however since it was a particularly nice day, Matt optioned for an outdoors activity. A few ideas were floated until finally Steven (between bites of grilled-cheese) suggested: "Hey, why don't we just play 'Operatives'?" Matt agreed with this, pointing out that he though at least four other neighborhood boys were probably available on that day. That was a lot of people, I thought.
"Just how many people do you need to play this game?" I asked, innocently. Sean seemed to ponder my presence a little. "As many as we can get, its a really HUGE game: we use a pretty big chunk of the neighborhood as a 'field'" He looked over at Matt and said: "Christopher hasn't done this one before; should we do 'soft' rules or what?"

That got me slightly interested, and not a little apprehensive. I didn't want a really rough game. I enjoyed playing football (having graduated from soccer recently) and didn't mind a few scrapes and bruises ('battle scars' were what we were starting to call them at school) but my physical proportions were not on my side: I was rather skinny and short for my age, and my clear blue eyes and dirty blond hair (it had been platinum three years earlier) didn't inspire fear in my adversaries, and playing a rough game with older boys was not the smartest idea I could fathom.

Matt didn't seem worried about it, though. "Nah," he replied, "Christopher's our top QB; you're a tough guy, right?"
"Yeah," I said, "I can do whatever, but what ARE we gonna do? What's the game like?"
Sean said: "There are two ways to play 'Operatives'. If we play soft then the rules change a little bit. It's no big deal, but we usually like the regular way we play, it's more realistic."
"The question is:" said Matt, "do you mind getting tied-up?"
The thump-thump-thump of my young heart suddenly rang loudly in my ears; my blood pressure must have shot up 30 points. I couldn't have heard that correctly...
"Huh?" I asked.

Steven explained the rules for the game (he was always our best scorekeeper and rulemaker) "See, in the game you have two teams who play on opposite sides of the neighborhood.

On each team there are two kinds of players: 'operatives' and 'searchers'."
"The operatives start in enemy territory, in the opposing team's area" Matt took over, "and they have to get to a selected point in their own territory. We call that 'home' and it's usually a tree or something. The searchers' job is to look for the operatives and stop them from reaching the home point."
Sean added: "The searchers have to physically touch the operatives to capture them, and operatives CANNOT touch home safely with an enemy searcher on their tail. Plus, no
goal-tending: searchers have to stay almost out of sight of their enemy's home, but can go into enemy territory whenever the want."
My lips were getting slightly dry. "So... the searcher who catches an operative gets to tie the operative up?" (I regretted that word choice, I should have said: 'HAS to...')
"It usually ends up something like that." Sean said. "A searcher who catches an operative has the power to make the operative go wherever he wants him to, and the operative has to go willingly."
"But" Steven added, "the operative can be rescued by a searcher from their OWN team, and they're allowed to make as much noise as they want AFTER they've been captured for
five minutes."
"That's a big rule" Sean continued, "if you're caught, you stay quiet for five FULL minutes. No calling out to team mates, no yelling, period."
Matt added: "After five minutes an operative can yell their head off, and if a searcher from their team finds them, they're free, period, even if they're guarded by an enemy searcher."
"Even IF they're guarded?" I asked.
Matt explained: "Most times a searcher will catch an operative in the open and take them somewhere where they can't be seen. Searchers get nylon cords to tie the prisoners up. That way they can leave the captive operative to hunt for OTHER operatives and not be wasted guarding them until their rescue."
Sean then said: "We used to play so that operatives had to be quiet, but now we have that 'five-minute rule', so unless a searcher stashes an operative somewhere REALLY out of the
way, they need gags. The team who gets ALL of their operatives 'home' first wins."
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump!
"And in the 'soft-rules', there's no tying-up, and captive operatives have to stay quiet no matter what. And searchers need to guard them until they're freed." Steven finished.
"We can do soft play for the first time if you need to, Christopher..." Sean began "you're pretty small and quick, so I think you'll be better as an operative, and we don't want you to be freaked-out by anything, okay? And you don't HAVE to be an operative if you don't want to..."

One of my knees was trembling from beneath the kitchen table. I steadied it with a pale hand. I managed to say: "Eh, that's alright, and the game sounds kinda fun. And I definetly want to be an operative, the other team's slow-poke searchers won't stand a chance." Before gulping down a large swig of soda I added: "and those real rules ARE more realistic, let's just use those..." that was all I could manage to say at that time.
Thump-thump-thump...

Turns out we couldn't get the players assembled until the next day. Joining Sean, Matt, Steven and myself were Mike (14), Carter (14) Seth (13), and James, who was a 12-year-old like myself. As the veteran "Operative" boys talked I got the gist of each of their preferences. Mike was very athletic and tall: he was most often a searcher. Carter, who was Mike's best friend, was slimmer and shorter. I got the idea that he preferred being a searcher but almost always wound-up being an operative. Seth was quite hyperactive and squirrelly, he was always an operative. Despite being slightly taller than myself (although still skinny as a rake) James almost always preferred the operative role. With me as an operative we had 4 boys playing that part. Sean, Matt and Steven rounded-out the remaining searcher positions with Mike (though Matt apparently was used to being an operative).

First, the operatives were divided into teams: Seth was the star operative and, as such, was paired with Carter (whose track-record was likely not as stellar). That left James and myself on the other side. Mike (the star searcher) was paired with Matt, while Sean (second-best searcher after Mike) was paired with Steven. James and I were placed on Sean's team, meaning that our opponents would be Mike and Matt, and our rescueres (if the need arose) would be Sean and Steven. Mike playfully tapped me on the shoulder before we began "Think you're up for this, little boy?"

"You can try to catch me all you want, BM" (we all called him 'Big Mike' but the abbreviation always annoyed him).
"I'll be sure to get you for that one, Christopher." He smirked as we observed the game's boundaries.

The game grid was a row of two parelell streets encompassing three rows of houses. The grid was a slim rectangle, with the brick wall of the town's elementary school our 'home' area and an old oak tree on the other side as the opposing team's 'home'. There were about five blocks of houses in-between each home point. Sean took me aside before we started. "Alright, Christopher, you got all the rules down. Remember, you can't touch home if Mike or Matt is on your butt, so only run as a last resort. If you get caught, I'll find you." He had an overly-noble and comical hero's look in his eyes, but I was too preoccupied to smirk at his seriousness.

I had 'cooled-off' a little bit from yesterday. I didn't tremble now, or stutter, I was fairly level-headed, and at that moment I was actually far more interested in performing well in the game than recieving the 'captive's treatment'.
James and I were escorted several blocks back from the mid-point into enemy territory by Mike and Matt, who watched as we darted-off deep into their turf and out of sight. Seth and Carter did the same thing back in our territory, under the gaze of Sean and Steven.

Steven blew a whistle from what seemed like the other end of the world.

The game had started.

Immediately as we fell back into enemy territory to avoid Mike and Matt, James lithely darted down the block and to the left. He was thin but his legs were fairly muscular (and he had more 'leg' to his body proportionally than I did). His hazel eyes were focused and serious, his black hair spiked-up in a mess as he sprinted. As he veered off to the left he motioned for me to do the opposite. I saw the logic in this: we would get as far apart from each other and begin backtracking up opposite sides of the rectangle for home; that way the two of us couldn't both be captured at once.
It was actually pretty easygoing early on. I stayed to the backyards of the houses on my side of the rectangle. The homes of the neighborhood were designed with irregular property lines and actual hard-plank fences were rare. More common were shurbberies and even a hedgerow or two, which made my stealth all the more easy.

During one heart-pounding minute I had to lie still as a statue next to a sandbox as I saw Matt running down the street on the opposite side of the house. He was only in visual range for 10 or 15 seconds before disappearing between houses (and from a good distance, too) but for those seconds my heartbeats came in twos and threes... After that I weaved to the inside of the rectangle, running alongside the inner street under the partial shield of an overzealous gardener's landscaping project. After that I got a little nervous about being in the open and I ducked into the backyards of those houses. That was the second time I saw Matt.

He was coming back down the street, panting and out-of-breath. "Perhaps James gave him the slip" I thought to myself. I did a clumsy dive-roll into a part of the backyard not visible from the opposite street. I was ducking down with my back to a hedgerow and the street beyond that. There were several people walking up and down that street, the outer limit of ourrectangle. That's why I didn't notice when HE came up behind me.

When I felt the gentle tap on the shoulder I thought, for some reason, that it was Sean, come to tell me to keep moving and stop being so paranoid. So when I turned around to come face-to-face with Mike's grinning face I turned white as a ghost.

"Come on, now, don't pass out on me, Christopher, I need those legs of yours to start moving, right now; and remember, no blabbing for five minutes!"

That was it! I was captured. I was now a kidnapped hostage, not just in a daydream, but for real this time (or as real as it could seem to a boy my age).

Mike led me backwards, deeper into enemy territory, gloating and making small-talk, which he reminded me several times that I could not respond to. "Not for another... three minutes at least!" He risked crossing the street with me, luckily for him my team's searchers were not there, or did not see us. He took me through the backyards of houses.
"Mister McCree moved all his gardening tools to his garage last winter, Christopher, but he still has his shed sitting nice and empty!" The five minutes expired as we were walking. Checking his watch at the one-minute mark, Mike commented: "I won't be able to get you into the shed in time, but I wanna make sure we get there 'uninterrupted'." Then something unexpected happened.

Something came down quickly from over my head, fell down my eyes and was jerked taut against my mouth, tight enough to pull my head back. I made a surprised grunt as Mike said: "Don't touch it: you can make noise, but otherwise you gotta do what I say while I'm with you." The gag was knotted at the back, then Mike wadded-up a very small cloth and crammed it up under the OTM and between my teeth. Baffled, I tested his handiwork and produced the classic gagged victim's "Hulmph". It was pretty weird, walking gagged with my captor, my hands free to remove the cotton muzzle but nonetheless powerless to do so.

I had managed to get myself tied-up a couple of times before this game, however those few times involved games with a babysitter or spur-of-the-moment screwing around with friends. This was the first time I was being silenced and taken away to be held as an actual prisoner! Mike continued leading me through the backyards (I can't remember if anyone was actually around to see us: it would have made for a curious display with the athletic Mike marching a younger, skinny boy through their backyard while the captive wore a gag). Soon we heard someone from far off yelling something (I couldn't tell what), but I suddenly heard a voice that I did know: Sean's voice rang out from fairly nearby: "I'm over here, Steve!"

My eyes dilated at this, but Mike was quick to roughly pull me against the concrete side of a house; he held my shoulder down, keeping me in a squatting position as he pressed his other hand firmly over my gagged face. I made some pretty loud moans and grunts as he held me; Mike whispered in my ear: "You're allowed to make whatever noise you can, Christopher, but I'm also allowed to give you a 'Texas titty-twister' like you wouldn't believe, so keep that in mind!" Mike was pretty infamous for his juvenile torture techniques, so I rather wisely decided to stop my "mmmph-ing". I remained squatting on my haunches, staring at Mike with my round eyes as he peered around the corner. He took his hand away from my gag. "Sit down on your butt, Christopher." He ordered me, and I did so. Mike walked a few feet around the corner, looking. Sean was long-gone, and so Mike got me to my feet and we continued to the shed.

"Go ahead and take the gag, off, but remember what happens if you start blabbing." We were in the small tool shed behind Mister McCree's house. One of the doors was off it's hinge, but it was still the ideal place to store things to keep them out of the way, like rakes, shovels, fertilizer, and even a captive boy...

I worked the knot of the OTM off and gratefully pulled the cloth from between my teeth. That had been my first actual gag (not like the cheesy and loose OTM's I had been subjected to once or twice before that, neither time did those other gags involve mouthstuffing, however loose it had been...) "Sheesh, Mike, you didn't have to be so rough with me you know."

Mike sneered as he closed one of the open doors as best he could. "Come on, you're a big boy, right?"
"What now, anyway?"

Mike pulled a coil of black nylon cord from his jeans pocket. "What do you think, genius? Cross your hands behind your back." I did that and Mike spun me around so he was behind me. I felt him whipping the cord around my wrists and tugging it, pulling it, and knotting it tight. After my wrists were totally restrained he motioned to the rear of the shed and ordered "sit down." I looked at the splintery floor dubiously: I was dressed lightly for that warm day, wearing only a tee and shorts. The floor looked uncomfortable. "Do I get a blanket or something?"

"No," Mike said "but you get real beating if you don't put your butt on the floorboards." That ended that discussion.
I had to put my anlkes together while Mike tied them in place. The knots were pretty tight against my bare skin. I think I complained about this, and the floor too. "Look, why don't you let me stand-up or something? I wouldn't try to run off or anything-" Mike rolled his eyes as he got up and said: "that's it: I was going to wait it out and babysit your sorry ass while Seth and Carter worked their way back to our home, but your whining is a little too annoying." He retrieved the cloth that had been stuffed between my teeth, still damp with my saliva, and jammed it back into my mouth. He then grabbed a big dirty rag from one of the shed's shelves and folded it to OTM gag me. My eyes widened as I shook my head and tried to spit out my gag-wad. But Mike held the wad forcefully in as he wrapped the large rag several times around my head, cinching it in a monster knot at the back of my head. "I'm going to make sure Seth and Carter make it back so we can win the game. This should keep you safe and sound for awhile, at least as long as I need to help get my operatives get back home." He patted my cheek, which for some reason really infuriated me, "and there's no way for YOUR team to win while you're in here, Christopher." As a final insult, he unlaced my tennies and yanked my socks off (he stuffed the socks into my sneakers so they wouldn't get lost) and left them sitting uselessly next to me. "I wouldn't walk around if I were you: there's lots of splinters in this shed!" He left me in the shed with my wrists bound behind my back, my ankles tightly restrained and my mouth helplessly gagged. I sat against the wall moving my chest back and forth as I fought with the cords binding my wrists: they were very tight and wouldn't simply snap off. It occurred to me to try to reach the knots, but that was impossible. I wiggled each of my legs in a vain attempt to free my ankles. It was hot and stuffy in the old shed, and I soon became uncomfortably sticky with sweat as I struggled. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead, down my nose and cheeks and collected in the absorbant rag that eclipsed my mouth. I dejectedly put my head against the wall and resorted to "mmmph-ing".

I found that I could understand my own grunting yells (Mike's gag was as precise as a gag in a kid's game could hope to be, which is not totally effective...) but my muffled yells didn't carry too far. I looked at my naked feet and cursed Mike: "Muf-fa fass-farve!" I grunted (that was pretty strong language for me at that age, but I was really angry at how he'd patted my cheek and been so smug about leaving me in the shed. Outside there was pretty much nothing happening; I heard neither Sean or Steven searching for me nor anyone running around the area (once I heard a lady humming next-door as she watered some plants, with some effort my moans could have reached her, but I wasn't about to be freed by anyone other than my team mates).

After being alone for about 10 minutes or so I realized I might be alone for a while. Escape was impossible, there was no one around to hear my grunts, so I quite quickly began to remember some of the fantasies of my younger days. As a younger boy, my daydreams often revolved around my captivity and helplessness. At 12-years-old I had shifted away from that stuff, most of my current fantasies involved me being a hero and doing really neat stuff. Sitting in the shed, sweating, grunting, struggling, all my childhood thoughts flooded back: I was kidnapped by masked men who stashed
me in the shed after driving away with me staring helplessly out the back window of their van, my eyes tearfully shining over my gag. I was a hostage schoolboy, stowed in the school's maintenance shed and waiting for my captors to return carring struggling boys and girls over their shoulders, everyone surprised and scared in their bonds and gags. I was a captive child in a hideout staring across the room at Cheryl (I remembered her quite clearly, now) as she struggles in a hard-backed chair and tosses her head to and fro, desperate to remove the white OTM that covers her freckled cheeks and muzzles her cries...

Suddenly I really wanted a mirror: to see what I looked like all tied-up and gagged. I was still sweating and, every now and then, I moaned and grunted. I started bumping my backside against the side of the tool shed (my feet were at risk for splinters if I used them) and every now and then I put a lively effort into trying to loosen my bonds. After a time I suddenly realized that I was starting to be physically excited by the situation; I moved away from the wall and rolled over onto my tummy (I didn't want to be found like THAT!). After that I lay there pressed against the uneven wood floor, my body bathed in sweat and the only noise in the shed being the regular breathing through my gag.

Both Mike and Matt came in soon after that. Matt took one look at me and simply saluted and said: "How's it going, Christopher?" I just stared at him mutely. He turned to Mike: "I was babysitting James a few blocks back near a sandbox, but Sean found us, so he got free and I think he made it home."

I got the full story later: He had nabbed James near the sandbox where I'd hidden myself from Mike (I still don't know what he was doing back on my side). James got tied and gagged right there, and Matt kept him lying down behind the box, so he couldn't be seen from the street. I never asked whether Sean had stumbled upon the two of them, or whether James had been able to alert his rescuer by grunting and rolling around.

"Then that means that Christopher is the last one they need to win." Mike replied.
Matt nodded and looked at me head to toe: "But I don't think the guy's going anywhere. Seth made it home a long time ago, but I think Carter got caught."
"Of course he did, what else is new?" Mike said. The two agreed to leave me there and search to free Carter. "See you later, Christopher!" Mike sneered as they both slipped out the one open door of the shed.
We lost the game. Sean came in the shed about 10 minutes later and freed me. I rubbed my wrists and my jaw as Sean recounted how Mike had found Carter (who was being guarded by Steven) and Carter had managed to slip all the way into home after that. I apologized about being caught and being unable to free myself, but Sean insisted that I did pretty well and had gotten pretty close to home.

Mike hadn't ever used the shed for victim storage, and Sean didn't know it was free for that purpose, so he hadn't thought about checking it (turns out he had come pretty darn close to me several times,likely within earshot of my gagged cries, had I been making them at the time). In fact, we assembled for another game later on in the day, with mostly the same teams, and I just barely managed to reach home without being caught (I was chased a few times, but like a rabbit, I'm not too easy to catch). Of course, during that game it was awfully tempting to slow down just a little and get tapped on the shoulder...

Of my very few tie-up experiences, that is the one I remember most vividly. The next time we all played 'operatives' (during another visit) should have been more memorable (since it not only involved me tied and muffled, but ALSO another boy with me in the same room in a similar predicament (his name starts with a 'J', if you need a hint.) The only thing more perfect than THAT would involve being captured with a girl (alas, an unobtainable goal for me at that point...) But this was my very first taste of true helplessness and captivity. Whatever expectations I had had about it were not met, they were exceeded...

Hope you all enjoyed that one!

Daniel: Yours are pretty good as well - too bad you're not getting tied up by your schoolmates anymore.

Jason, nice one too. Everyone else, thanks for posting!

Jon

And make sure he's not hogtied or otherwise in such a position where his chest is put under too much stress.

First of all the gag should never be in the mouth to the point where your friend could have a gag reaction. You must be within "lunge" distance. In other words you should be seconds away. Wrapping tape around is fine but leave a quarter to a half inch tab at the end so you can unwrap it quickly if you have to. If you are going to use tape over the mouth you have to be careful about whatever it is that you put in his mouth - if anything at all. Remember, tape can come loose if the bottom gets it wet. You don't want one piece covering the mouth as that is more cosmetic than effective. The use of a ball gag might work quite well but will make him drool. Then again, that might not be a bad idea either - lol!

Leaving him gagged overnight is not really necessary since both of you will be sleeping and if something goes wrong there can be some serious problems. You can leave him blindfolded if you wish but again that can lead to a problem if he has to use the washroom at night. My friend usually has my feet in cuffs with enough room to walk and my wrists are in leather cuffs sometimes tied to a collar. He leaves the seat open and if I have to take a leak I can do so. Sometimes I don't have the cuffs on. That is also something you have to discuss with your friend before you do anything.

Secondly there is nothing wrong with 24 hours but you should change positions as needed. The rule is that the more intensive the position the shorter the time. Usually two hours max for some of the more intensive positions. I have been kept in a hogtie for 12 or more hours but the intensity varies from strict to almost totally relaxed. Then again I am used to doing this. You can change positions without totally untying your friend but since it sounds like he is a willing "victim" that should not be a problem.

Never, ever use thin line. If you want to do it right go to Home Depot or Menards (if you're in the midwest) and get rope that is at least 6 mm thick (around 1/4"). Get braided nylon or some of the braided color rope. Do not get twisted rope. I usually work with 25' lengths and double the rope. Thin line (and I am referring to a certain website I looked at on GeoCities by a member here) is trouble waiting to happen. First of all if you hogtie someone with thin line they will automatically pull on that line and make it even tighter. The results may be severe abrasions on the wrists and ankles and knots that get so tight you will not be able to undo them without a knife. Speaking of a knife, EMT scissors are not all that expensive and can come in handy if you have to rescue your friend in a hurry. So what if you cut the rope - you can always get more. Also with synthetic rope you should burn the rope ends after you cut them so that they will not fray all over the place. You can use the burner on your stove or a lighter.

You should check on your friend on a regular basis unless you plan on babysitting him for 24 hours. Usually my friend will either look on at me or let me know he is there (I am blindfolded most of the time) every 15 minutes or so. AT night he is a light sleeper so if there is a problem he can take care of it for me. The best safety signal believe it or not is deciding on a song to have him hum. Grunts can mean little or nothing at times and if he is gagged can be confused with gag grunts or "I need help now". Head motions also work - moving the head side to side means that he has a problem. Moving the head up and down might mean that he has to take a leak. In that case we now have a hospital urinal but you can use any water bottle unless you wish to untie him and re-tie him. It's up to the two of you.

Be sure you ungag him and give him water or fruit juice from time to time. That is very important. If you're really going to do this I would also suggest your friend have a light meal beforehand - perhaps also liquid like soup or something for obvious reasons - lol!

Have fun and let us all know how things work out. Just play safe and sane.

anyways, my story (1 of many), happened about 5 years ago when i lived at home. ignore my grammer and spelling errors, i am not an english major.

It was all I could do to contain myself. My mom was going to be gone thell the next morning, and I would have the house to myself. As soon as I heard her car pull away, I was off to my room. At age fifteen, I was going to do some self bondage, a type of mummification bondage, using rope and duct tape. After stuffing a handkerchief in my mouth I closed it off with duct tape. I could now make hardly more than a soft mmph. I ran to the backyard and to the playground. Standing on a stool I began. Using duct tape, I wrapped my legs together real tight, starting at the ankle and working up to my torso, securing myself to the pole. I continued to wrap myself onto the pole up to my arm pits, I then took the tape across my shoulders and upper arms (which was hard), and when I had finished, all but my arms and head were taped to the pole. For my arms I had made a couple loops of rope with a cinch in the middle, so putting my hands behind the pole (and checking to make sure I could reach my release knife on a string, always have an escape) I slipped my wrists into the loops and pulled the cinch. With just enough movement I kicked out the stool and was now suspended and trapped until I could get out of the rope and cut myself loose. After about an hour of struggling and pretending to be really trapped, I decided that I better get out and go inside, since I was getting rather tired. But I soon realized that I could not get the knot undone, and with my hands actually tied the knife was just out of reach, so I naturally started to panic. After about two hours of really struggling and many failed attempts to get out, I gave up, I had seriously trapped myself. Soon I drifted off to sleep. I woke up some time when it was getting dark, I heard some noises from the neighbor’s house, but nothing, and soon I drifted back off to sleep again. It was rather comfortable actually. When I woke up next there was a car pulling into the driveway. I saw he go in the house, unpack groceries…etc, the anxiety was killing me, as was my bladder. Finally my mom saw me and ran out to the yard and over to me. She un-gagged me and asked the question ‘Did you do this to yourself?’ ‘Yes’ I responded, not having any good excuse and with a roll of duct tape laying on the ground and a knife on a string just out of my reach. When I was free she told me clean up and use the restroom, we were going to have a talk. I thought she would be mad but she said it was perfectly fine. But since I wanted to be tied up, she would be the one to tie me up, so it would be safe. I could be tied up whenever I want, I though, this made me feel wonderful inside…

Keep it up, everyone!

Also, anyone know where J. Constantine went?

Hospital supply stores are also excellent. They offer a lot of apparatus that is used to restrain patients like leather wrist and ankle cuffs with heavy straps and even stretchers! Want to have some fun. Tie someone down on a stretcher or into a wheel chair.

Heavy ace bandages are great too for tying and gagging someone. One of the most effective gags that I have ever used is a ace bandage wrapping around the mouth in a x-formation. Some straps work very well as gags too, in particular velcro type. Shop around. You'll be surprised what you can find.

Wrist and ankle cuffs can be fastened to a bed or even to the floor and overhead. Hospital gowns can be useful too. Use the ties in the back to tie your partners hands. Have fun.

I agree that can be and usually is very effective, especially if you use a lot of rope and secure the movable joint areas i.e. the arms, around the chest, around the legs, knees and ankles.

Have you ever tried tying someone into a hogtie? That is impossible to get out of. And it is fun watching someone try to wiggle their way out.

Spread eagle to a bed is also effective. Mens ties or a womens nylons if you are tying a woman who is weaker, is softer than rope and won't cause rope burns. If you can go to a hospital store and pick up wrist and ankle cuffs, you'll secure your partner and they are fairly comfortable as well as strong. The cuffs are lined with a soft fabric and they have a chain with a metal hook that is very strong.

Also, put someone in a sleeping bag with their hands and feet bound and duct tape around the outside. I have never found anyone that could break out of that.

Always make sure that you are close by and have safety signals for release. Some first timers in particular get scared, almost castrophopic when placed in these situations.

Never keep anyone gagged for too long a period. And some people won't even want to be gagged. Other love it. Go figure.

Great man. Wasn´t home for the weekend so i just read it.

All of this seemed perfect, John had a job at a haunted house, in a room with the hottest, most wonderful girl (Michelle). John is 20 and Michelle is 18. As they both lived in the same dorm building and they drove together to the haunted house. John and Michelle had been going out for 3 months today. Their room at the haunted house was a simple room covered in black fabric, there also was a padded pole in the room. Behind one of the curtains was a box of rope and tape, for random uses. It was halloween night, going from 7pm to 1am, and Michelle said she had an idea of doing something differnt for the evening, but would not tell john, she said it was a supprise. When they got there at 6, they went up to their room to set up for the night, then they would go and mingle with other employes. When they got to the room Michelle ordered John to strip to wearing just his leather pants. When he did she then had him stand up with his back against the pole. "do you trust me?" Michelle asked, "of course" John answered curiously. With that she grabbed his hands and began wrapping them with rope. "What are you doing?" asked John. "shh..." Michelle cooed him, "you will see, and it will be great to scare people." When she had thruoughtly tied his hands together she began wrapping the rope around his chest and torso, tightly (but comfortably) securing him to the pole. She knows what she is doing thought John, and he liked it. She then tied his legs, from his feet to his waist, and when she got done, he was stuck to the pole in every possible way. She came around to the front of him and to his supprise gave him the best and longest kiss of his life. "I love you John and have always wanted to dominate you, now you are all mine for a good 5 hours." She kissed him once more and then without him know, she took some black duct tape and wrapping his head to the pole, she both securely gagged him and secured his head in one place. " Dont you worry, ill be back." and with that Michelle was gone. While he waited a few girls who also worked there passed by giggling "i guess Michelle carried through with her plan, do you like it?" all john could do was nod slightly, and blush. He struggled but it was to no avail, "looks like they has you there tight," shouted back one of the girls. They then kept walking on to the employee area. Eventualy John heard somebody walking in and with a kiss on his cheek, he saw it was Michelle. Oh how he wanted to touch and kiss her. She had changed, into a short leather dress with a corset, you could almost see her panties below the skirt, and the fishnet tights completed it, she had a whip in hand and a devious look. She then rubbed his entire body, pinched his nipples and said it was time for customers to come in. Feeling so hot for her he could hardly notic the customers come by, some pointing, som laughing, some being scared. Eventualy he got into his character, accepting his fate. So he struggled, and "tried" to reach out at people, as much as he couldnt move. She would occasionally come over and taunt him with a kiss, or with the whip. By the time 1am rolled around and customers stopped coming by, he was still just as comfortable and secure in his bondage as when it started. She first pulled off his gag "i love you" were the first words out of his mouth. They made out for nearly 10 minutes. When she untied him she put some handcuffs on his wrist in front of him. Putting a collar on him, she led him to the car with a leash, past the turning heads of other employees. On the drive home they talked about how much she wanted to tie him up and how he loved to be tied up by her. AS it was late, the halls were empty. She led him to her room, and tied him to her bed. They had some of the best sex of their lives that night.

I especially love a tie placed over my mouth as a gag with his cologne on it sifting up my nostrils. A real turnon.

I like handcuffs too, especially the furry cuff type or lined with something, ideal for ladies with small wrists.

Plastic rope is more comfortable than normal rope and doesn't leave rope burns. Ditto for drawstrings from a robe. And there are many other ways as well.

Nice posts guys.

Cheri

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Then she said:'Should we go upstairs?'

'Why not', I answered, 'but you gotta help me up.'

So she helped me up, walked in to her room and she locked her door and took the key out. ( I didn't notice till later on...)

Take a seat, she said. And I got up her bed, throwed my hospital things on the ground and we started to talk.

Suddenly she took her duct tape out of a closet.
She was going to tie me and I couldn't do anything about it...
As I couldn't walk without help, I wasn't going anywhere.

She taped my hands crossed behind my back and the only thing I could do was... ...Scream for my life.

Shhh, she said, or else I'll gag you.

Then she took her make-up.

Oh no, I said, PLEASE not that PLEEEEEAAAAASE, as I turned my head away.
But she was dead certain about what she wanted to do.

Here's one hint: Guys, just cooperate, because you cant do anything about it and if they're certain they'll do it anyway.

So she put on pink lipgloss, eye shadow and whatever else, but it looked awful when she showed me with a mirror.

After an hour of make-up and the other stuff like tickling and pinching my cheek, she untied me and we went talking again...

PS: I need to say that it wasn't that worse after all.
She took great care of me...

you can say my story begins on a thursday the week before coulumbus day weekend and my parents were going out of town for the weekend and were not coming back till monday(which is columbus day)so i asked my parents if i could ask one of my friends greg over to stay for the weekend.my brother matt also wanted a few friends over for the weekend allow me to list them:jim who has been matts friend sence he was young and two guys he met at collage josh and chris. so my parents gave both me and my brother permision to have are friends over for the weekend.

it was friday after school my parents had already left and my brother was at a class so i decieded to get some home work done. after that(it was about 5:00}greg came over and was ready for the weekend.

we decided to play some X-box(you know halo 2,madden 2006}after about a half hour of that i decided to order a pizza and it came a half hour later.

15 minutes after the pizza came my brother and his friend arrived and took nearly all of the pizza so me and greg decided to go down stairs to get away from them but they decided to follow us which was strange then all of a sudden we were both grabed from behind josh had greg and jim was holding me they were both strong guys and both me and greg are weak and small.

finally matt appeared and said"listen guys i am the adult this weekend and i am in charge and i have a long weekend planed for both of you" we had no idea what to expect next.

finally we were both thrown on the sofa and ordered to put are sneaker on which was odd but i didnt think much of it.

we were then told to go to the bath room and try to get as much piss out as we could we both did it still in shock.after that we were told to get are hodies on and then i knew what was going to happen.matt then started to explain the weekend plan"you guys are going to stay the weekend in the sheds outside well me and the guys have a little party" we were then sat on the coach well are wrists were duct taped behind are backs and are ankles were taped jim did mine and josh did gregs"its going to be in the 60s this weekend so you guys should be ok out there"said matt.

let me explain about the sheds:we have two small sheds outside in the back yard and are practicly empty.

we were both gagged with bandanas and duct tape was used to secure them.then we were both blindfolded with bandanas both"mmphing" throght are gaggs.I then felt myself being lifted off my feet and carried outside. they were all laughing i knew this was going to be a long weekend.

i could no longer here greg i new he had already been put in the shed on the otherside of the yard. i then heard the door of the shed opening and i was saton my butt with my legs out in front of me "ill be back out later tonight to give both you guys some water" said matt.

i mmphed throght my gagged as i heard them shut the door.

It had been about 20 minutes sence i had been locked in the shed and i was relly pissed off but concerned at the same time becuse i dont know what whould happen if matt forgot about us. but i didnt want to think about that right now i just wanted to get out of this mess. i struggled for a little bit but i heard someone comeing.I heard somone open the door and it was chris.

He removed my gag to let me breath and told me to open my mouth he gave me some water and put my gag back in and put more duct tape over it and also put more tape around my ankles and wrists i then knew they were very serious about this.

he then put a pillow under my head and layed a blanket over me. he then said someone will be out tomrrow mourning to feed me.so i got comfy and fell asleep.

to be continued.................

As soon as Lisa, Tammy & Laura left, Christa and Kelly turned their attention to me. I had on nothing but my underwear and was hogtied with handcuffs and gagged. During the time my cousin and her roommates were gone, Kelly lightly tickled me lightly while Christa watched TV. To give you the kind of idea of how good of a tickler Kelly was, she had an uncle that she and her family visited at least once a week. This uncle tickled her mercilessly (and still does today, I’ve seen him do it. He even did it to me once.) Needless to say that she learned from the best, and was pro at it.

After about 26 minutes, the elder women returned. Everyone except Laura sat down at the table to eat. Laura went up stairs and after a few minutes, came down with rope, the handcuff keys and an Oakland Raiders shirt on. Now I’m a big Kansas City Chiefs fan, the Oakland Raiders are the Chiefs’ #1 arch rivals. But that’s not the only reason I hated the Raiders; my favorite player Marcus Allen used to play for them, he even helped lead them to a few Super Bowls, however the Raiders staff treated him like he the NFL’s most expendable player. Marcus would later move on to bigger and better things with the Chiefs, but I was still sour at the Raiders for treating him so poorly. I just shot Laura my angriest look, I didn’t care if she taunted me while I was tied, heck that’s what she’s supposed to do, but taunting me with my least favorite team was crossing the line. (I’d get her for that in later days using the classic shaving cream and feather prank.)

Laura unlocked the handcuffs and took me upstairs to her room. There she told me to sit down, I obeyed and she wrapped some rope around my wrists, tying my hands in front of me. She then tied my ankles and finished off by using some string to tie my big toes. She took me to the closet, and took my hands over my head and tied them to the hanging bar with the remaining rope she didn’t tie my hands with. Laura then shut the door to the closet and head downstairs to eat. I just stood there in the darkness of that closet, once again waiting for my captor’s return. But I didn’t have to wait long.

A few minutes later, Laura came back to the closet and untied my hands, and undid my gag, but left the rope around my ankles and the string around my toes on. Lisa took me and put another cloth gag in my mouth, and took another strip of cloth and tied over my eyes. This marks the first time I’ve ever been blindfolded during a tie up game.

In the next room, Tammy was talking to the other Kelly and Christa about how I should be tied next. They just said to do a simple hogtie, and that’s how I was tied. For the next hour I was kept in that position while they tickled me. I couldn’t tell who was tickling me when because of the blindfold.

I was eventually untied, the gag and blindfold also came off. I was led downstairs for my dinner. The rest of the night, Kelly, Christa and I just watched a movie; of course I had my hands tied while I was watching. That night Kelly, Christa and I were put to bed. Christa wore her nightgown, and Kelly wore a pair of pajamas. Me, I just stayed in my underwear. Lisa tied us up, gagged us then tucked us in. I fell asleep, wondering if I’d ever get the upper hand on any of these girls.

Like to hear more.

My favorite part is when they remove your footwear while you're tied - did that happen much?
Also, did they tie you up and lock you up as well?

Again, any more stories, I'd love to hear.

When I just sat on my chair waiting to go home, (the teacher was to the toilet) a couple of my new classmates sticked me to the chair just under my chest.

They said things like: Hard to walk huh? Do you wanna go home? You can't huh? HAHAHAHAHAHA all that sort of 'funny' things.( It wasn't funny at all, but they didn't care.)

I ripped the tape off my body and said VERY loud: I'm absolutely fed up! Just leave me alone, will ya? Get off my back! Stop it! Go away! (I was REALLY angry)

I swinged my arm to the back, hitting Frank (one of my classmates). He was down on the ground and I got his tape somehow. The others helped ME instead of helping him and we tied him up in a hog-tie position.

See you tomorrow guys! And I left. They 'untaped' him.

Both gals squirmed on the floor, wiggled and tried to get loose. Finally, Diane gets the idea that she can bring her hands to the front by crunching up with her legs and moving her hands under her legs. It worked! Diane got her hands to the front and with her hands, pulled her gag off. Now she went to work using her teeth to loosen the ropes. This Diane was one fiesty gal.

Nancy looked on and couldn't believe what she saw. So now Nancy tries the same thing. But alas, Nancy was a little bulkier and couldn't pull it off. She couldn't get her hands under her legs.

Diane was almost loose and was very excited and started to sprout obscenities to Nancy for having her go through this ordeal.

Dianes hands were loose!

Now she reaches down and starts to untie her feet. We coul see Nancy sweating it out. I looked at Bruce and he decided to let Diane got his time. She had earned it.

Diane was loose!

Nancy just sat on the floor with this pitiful look in her eyes.

Diane had a different look in her eyes. It read like "payback time."

Diane started wiggling her two forefingers and she dug them into Nancy's sides and started tickling the living hell out of her. Then Diane pulled Nancy's shoes off and went to town tickling her feet. We could see Nancy giggling and squirming and mmmppphhhing under her gag.

We were laughing it up outside. Bruce really loved this.

Diane started looking around the room trying to find something that she could use. She found a feather. Uh oh!
Diane went to town tickling Nancy's feet with the feather. Now Nancy was really wiggling and squirming around.

Nancy started to mmmmppphhh and turned her head towards Diane indicating that she wanted her to remove the gag. Diane spits out something about Nancy wanting to speak. Nancy nodded. Diane removed the gag. Nancy started to plead for her life. And beseached Diane to end the madness.
Diane just signalled that she wasn't done yet.

Looking around the room, Diane found what appeared to be a big syringe. She filled it up with water and started to squirt Nancy in face with it. Diane was loving this and giggling like crazy. We couldn't believe this. We never saw Diane like this before. She was always so quiet.

Finally, Diane pushed Nancy to her stomach and started to tie her feet to her hands in a tight hogtie. Then after looking around, found some gauze and duct tape. She stuffed some of the gauze into Nancy's mouth and then duct taped, not once, not twice but three times.

Diane nubbed her hands together and said:

"Let's see you get out of that, Traitor! That is what you get for playing dirty tricks on me."

Diane then walks out the door and joins us outside where we all high five her and tell her, "Good Job."

Cheri

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I'm sleeping at his house tonight and we are in the same class since Monday.
I just found his computer on this page and he is asleep in his pc-chair. It's already late here.

As far as I can see, it's a site for tie-up stories...

But i'm not going to tie him up now, because it's pathetic.
I'm deeply in love with him and i'm going to put him in his bed and kiss him goodnight. (not that you should care)

Enjoy your meal, all of you american.

he took off my gag and said"i just visited greg seems he was struggling with his wrist alot so i added more tape,so how are you"."well,pretty pissed off to say the least".i knew he wanted me to say this but it was the truth.

"well open up for some yummy oat meal" i have to atmit it was pretty good since i hadent eatten since last night.

after that he gave me some more water and put the gag back in .

before he left he told me"we'll have much more fun tonight"

to be countinued......................

Please continue, I like to hear what your brother did next...

Thank you! =)

PEACHES' <3

BTW, I have sleeping problems.
I fall asleep at school (lol).
Does anyone have tips for me???

Going to bed...

daniel-i am a psychology major and know a fair amont about sleep disorders. how many hours on average do you get of sleep per night? also, what time got to bed, what time wake up...eating habits at night and morning.

To prevent falling asleep in school, I recommend a cup of hot strong black coffee, or cold Coke or Pepsi. Caffiene pills, like No-Doz also work.

To sleep at night, I recommend hot milk with butter, or Nytol.

Dingbat

I was looking behind some boxes when I heard something move behind me. Before I could turn around, Josh popped up behind me. He put his hand in front of my face as to handgag me, but we heard someone coming...he told me to play it safe if I knew what was good for me.

Matt came in and asked if I found anybody. I told him no and quickly took off before Josh could get me.

A couple minutes later, I was crawling underneath the pool table to check for people, when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me out. I looked up and saw Josh.

"I'll scream" I told him

He quickly covered my mouth with his hand very tightly. Tim was with him and they were discussing what to do with me before Matt got back. I was mmmphing and trying to make noise from underneath his hand, but he kept squeezing tighter. They decided they would gag me and tie me to the furnace. Josh quickly threw me over to Tim, who in turn covered my mouth with his hand. I watched Josh run over and get ducktape. He peeled off a piece, than took his sock off! I protested like crazy under Tim's hand, but he forced my mouth open and Josh stuck the sock in my mouth, than secured it with ducktape. They dragged me over to the heater and tied me up so tight I had trouble breathing. They than went off, leaving me in the dark to get their next victim...

TO BE CONTINUED

I was staying the night at my friends house (lets call him Justin)and his mom went out to go party with some of her friends, sinse it was her birthday. Now, Justin had 4 younger brothers. Im not sure their actual ages, but I know they're younger then us, so his mom has Justin's older cousins babysit us. There names were, oooh, Heather and Tina(again, fake). They were I think around 17 years old, and they were twins. Now, they were ok looking, not the cutest girls ever, but they were normally pretty cool to us. Anyways, at around 8pm Justin's dad comes over to pick
them all up as a surprise. Sinse Justin had me over, we decided not to go with them. Heather and Tina also stayed, sinse they had nothing better to do. as the night went on, Justin and I (being two bored youngin's) decided to piss off his older cousins. We'd poke them, spit spit-wads at them, and squirt them with squirt guns. Finally, Tina stood up and I'll never forget her words, "If you two dont knock that shit off right now, we're gonna tie you up and throw you in the
closet!" Of course, I didnt believe them. Being dumb, I shot one of them with one more spit wad, and they were on top of us almost in a flash. We struggled, but these two were both very strong, having done shot-put in Track and Fields. One of them held us down by bear hugging us, while the other ran and grabbed some near-by rope (we were in the basement of Justin’s house, and thats where they kept all of there crap) and quickly hand tied us. Tina held Justin and sat on me while Heather tied up my ankles, and then did the same with Justin. We were now completely at there mercy. They both picked up with easy and tossed us seperate closets.

These closets had the outside latch which you could put a lock on, and they made it so we could not escape. About 15 minutes had gone by when my door opened. I blinked from the light and saw them both grinning.

“Hi Corey.” Tina said sweetly, and I stuck my tounge out at her. I was pretty rebellious back in
those days.

“Lemme go, cow.” I yelled. They both just laughed and grabbed me, carrying me onto the couch and threw me down. Tina straddled me and smirks, “Hey Corey? Are you ticklish? I know Justin is, but i wanna know if you are too.” I gulped lightly. Was I? Of course! I was ticklish everywhere, especially on my feet and I happened to only be wearing socks.

They seemed to have both noticed my gulp, and grinned evily. Tine moved my hands up above my head and held them there, and began to drag her nails over my stomach. Heather had found her way to my feet and began tickling them with her nails. I cried out with hysterical laughter and begged for mercy, but none was to be found. After a few minutes of this, they stepped it up a notch. Tina lifted my shirt up to my eyes to keep me from seeing, and raked her nails over my
bare flesh. Heather saw this and says innocently.

“I wanna tickle skin! Maybe I should take off his socks? They kinda smell anyways...”
“Noohohoaoaooo!!!” i cried through laughter, but she had already tore them off and was mercilessly tickling my bare feet and toes. After what seemed like forever, which was actually only 10 minutes, they stopped and smiled at me.
“Your such a good kid, Corey...” Heather said to me, giving me a little tickle to my belly.
“Yea...bet you wont be bad anymore, eh?” Tina said, and I shook my head quickly. They smile and sigh, “Well, were gonna put you back in your ‘cage’ for a bit, and play with are little cousin.” They picked me up and put me back in the closet, locking it again. In a few moments, I heard my friend laughing hystericly. While I lay there, I could only think about one
thing...revenge.

Well, what did you think? Coments wanted, good or bad. Email me if you’d like, too.

Love and Peace!

But ehhh, I wanna know who posted something on my name.

So Cheri, it wasn't me and I like your stories!!!
Keep em coming!

Well, one summer afternoon, instead of going to the pool with all the other neighborhood kids I decided to go over to my friend's house and practice the monkey bars on my own. I know-- grade A stupid, but bear in mind I was probably all of 8 years old at the time. So there I was, sitting on the ladder rung at the first monkey bar, about to go across, when my friend's mother comes outside. I guess she must have seen me through the window and decided to come out and see what was going on, or maybe she was keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn't get hurt or something.

Anyways, she asks me what I am doing, and I explain that I am practicing so I can make it all the way across to the other end of the monkey bars. She smiled at that and says that if I can make it all the way across to the other end that she will give me a bowl of ice cream. She didn't have to say it twice! I hopped up to the first bar and started to slowly work my way across the monkey bars rather awkwardly. I got about midway across when she stepped out in front of me and blocked my path. I wasn't really sure what to do about it at this point. I'd seen some of the bigger kids slide sideways on a bar to move left to right instead of forward and back, but I'd never actually done it myself . . . when all of the sudden, my friend's mom reaches out and pulls my tee shirt all the way up my torso and over my head!

So, I'm hanging from these monkey bars, and I don't want to let go because I really want to reach the other side and get some ice cream . . . but now, I can't even reach the next bar or move my hands very far because there's this tee shirt bundled up around my forearms! My friend's mother stood there for a second or two, chewing her chewing gum and laughing at my predicament. The next thing I know, she starts tickling me! I'm sure that the whole thing couldn't haven even lasted ten seconds really, but to me at the time it seemed to go on forever. I was struggling to hang on to that monkey bar and not fall down as she slowly hunted for the most ticklish places on my torso! She wasn't digging her nails into me-- it was more like the fingertips softly grazing my skin, slowly driving me crazy. She began at my waist and worked her way up my ribs and sides. The higher her fingers crawled, the more I squirmed and squealed. When she finally got to my armpits, she knew I was a goner. She popped her chewing gum, grinned at me with this triumphant look on her face and said, "Ready to quit, ain'cha?" That was when I lost my grip on the monkey bar and fell.

It didn't dawn on me until years later, but she often found situations to tickle me as a kid. For instance, us kids would be playing a game like murderball, statues or freeze tag that required you to play dead or hold perfectly still. If she was around, she'd watch for a little while and then when I got tagged, she'd sneak up on me with more of the slow tickling, saying things like, "Statues aren't ticklish!" or "Dead people can't laugh!" That's why, years later, I wound up asking her for a tickling rematch of sorts, when I challenged her to the Chinese Tickle Torture Rope Escape Challenge. But that's a story for another day, if people are interested.

That was a great story. Had suspence, action, brotherly love and intrique. So what happened after the doorbell rang? Don't hold us in suspence!

Great story Karen. Hope you do many more.

Cheri

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I'm not into the m/m or f/f sort of stuff and not sure thatis appropiate here anyway. Also interesting is that I replied to Daniel and Roper 1 replies???

Anyway, this is a fun board and I'd like to see more reality and less story telling.

Cheri

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as for Cheri's stories, she may not be a child but clearly there's kids who are enjoying them...we'll all be adults one day and may carry these interests with us so it may help to know where we're going!!

and the real disgrace is posting in someone else's name...have the guts to say what you will but sign your own name to it!

that aside, the board seems to have a really good energy right now. don't think there's any denying now that alot of people have these interests and there needs to be a place where they're not alone.

truly there does...

I am not going to get into the political diatribe regarding anything "Same sex" as that is a fight that is going to continue. I will say that I am happily not from Kansas.

There are some very good adult bondage groups that you might enjoy including some that deal more with artistic style bondage on Yahoo. Perhaps you might want to get involved with a group like AdultRopeArt or its sister group for "bottoms" Japanese Rope Art. Some of the dialogue is quite techincal dealing with suspension, Japanese style bondage and much more. While most of the members are hetro (hey, some of my best friends are hetro - lol!) they also do not discriminate against same sex rope work. I emphasise rope work because this group is not a porno group and caters to those of us who are into b/d on a serious level.

But let's not get ourselves in a bind (lol!) over same sex bondage. Let's just have the fun that those who have written on this group seem to have with it.

But I also respect anyone's opinion to post whatever they see fit here as long as it is within the rules. I have purposely kept my stories "conservative" and left out the real details to keep it clean. And like you, I don't want to start a fight either, despite I have been called some crazy names. Like I said earlier, they may be able to write it, I doubt if they can pronounce it and I also doubt if they have ever had a member of the opposite sex in their arms. Some of us have.

Cheri

(-: :-)

...wouldn't you agree that all bondage is fine provided it's consensual??

I have my limited number of bondage friends that I play with and we enjoy the interaction. It does not necessarily have to do with sex either - just the challenge of a long session and being able to be within my "inner self". Of course it is consensual as well as safe and sane. When I top someone I am always within seconds from that person if there should be a problem. But I also believe that there always has to be an interaction between the top and bottom as your stories illustrate between yourself and your husband. He knows what you want and you get what you want. So who is really calling the shots?

I am very strong on bondage safety and have written on that subject a number of times. Safety is more than the bondage itself but how you meet and who you play with.

One time I babysat for some kid who tied me up, then tickled my feet until I was hysterical. Major embarrasment. Anyone with similar experiences?

When she got back I moved over and sprawled out over the bed so she couldn’t lay down. She tried to get me to move but I was stubborn and didn’t move. “Fine” she said and began walking off… silly me I let down me guard… I thought this too late, she spun around and ran at the bed jumping on it. She landed on top of me with her arm over between the bed and the wall… I didn’t pay attention to her though as I tried to kick her off the bed… but that changed when she slid a rope around my wrists… suddenly I was trying to get away but it was next to imposable with the position I was in. She was on top of me holding me down with her body and that left her arms free to tie my wrists together. I struggled, and was about to call for help when she rolled off me. I struggled to get up but she was back in a few seconds and I was once again smashed into the bed covers. Your NOT funny I said. Oh yeah, she responded well how’s THIS for funny? And she stuffed a pair of her panties into my mouth… they were black and soft cotton still though it wasn’t extremely pleasant.

She kept her hand over my mouth to hold the panties in as she pulled out a roll of tape and wrapped in over my mouth… I mmmpppffffttt but to no avail… little sound came out in other words.

(Here I have to admit that the rope and the tape she had/ has were things that I had left at her house after the first time that I tied her up… I know, SMAARRRT.)

There was lots extra rope left over from my hands and so she began to secure my ankles together with the tape, before using the rest of the rope to tie my ankles up in a hog tie. Finley satisfied with her job, she pulled me off her bed, and left me on the floor.

Ok. She said now aren’t you sorry that you wouldn’t let me on my bed???
I mmmppffed but I wasn’t lisoning… as far as I knew this was the first time she had tied anyone up and she was good, and she couldn’t really understand what I said or didn’t care… I don’t think she did.
Any way so she got on her bed, and began to watch some show… as I stayed on the floor… every so often she would look over at me and snicker.

I was tied up for 20 min when her dad walked in and to his surprise he saw what she had done to me.
“Young lady he said and I could tell her was trying to keep from laughing… I want you to untie him.” And he walked off muttering and chuckling to himself. Though I never figured out why he came in the first place.

She took her sweet time untying me but I didn’t complain.

Second in the above story i signd as the ME... im playing with names still so yeah i know but i will stick with moptop.

and what is "TUG" i should know... but i don't.

my first experience happened when i was 14 years old.i used to babysit a group of kids.3 girls and 1 boy.their parents always send them to my house when they were out for work.actually it was my mom who took care of them.i was the assistant.sometimes when my mom will went out.so,it was only me and the kids who left in the house.

i didn't have any interest with the boy[he was 6].two of the girls were 8 and the other one was 11.when the boy was watching TV,i did my thing with the girls.

before i tie them up,usually i'll find a REASON to do that.sometimes they loved to disturb me when i was playing with my pc,reading comics and watching Tv[i got my own room ,my own TV].so when 'i thought that they have annoyed me' so much,i'll took care of them.it's a funny thing because when i tied up a girl,the other 2 will wait for their turn by watching me do my thing.

usually,i'll used my scout ropes and gag them with tape.its a good experience.now i am 19 and i've ni more chance to do my thing again.please correct me if i got error in this ctory.

i felt bad when i think again about what i've did to those 3 girls.actually,what i want is a girl[or girls] who got the same age as me,and loved to be tied up.i don't know whether those 3 girls loved to be tied up.i forced them!

i still remember how i did my thing.i used my scout rope to tie their hands in their backs.then i used skipping rope or nylon rope to tie their legs.sometimes i even hogtied them!its a wonderful moment.usually i used tape[the tape that always used by plumber to tapep pipes] to gag them.sometimes i used cleave gag.neckties,karate belt,and many more...

malaysia is not like us where u can freely do the 'tying-up thing' to your girlfriends,friends, or relatives.most of malaysians look at bondage as something bad.i don't know why.i'd really love it if i get the chance to tie up someone again.

Well it was my girlfriend and I didn't care too much...

Also, I was referring to opposite sex bondage and indicated that same sex bondage as in the case with that Texas Chainsaw - Our Version with Diane and Nancy can be and is fun. I never said anything about same sex marriage, something I am strongly opposed to you. It may be a free country but it won't be for long if that gets passed.

Years ago, there was a lot of turmoil about the new (then) no smoking laws. Smokers protested that this is supposed to be a free country. Hey, how about the rights of the non smokers like myself? 2nd hand smoke is just as dangerous as smoking yourself. And I have strong rules for fidelity. I may agree to a bondage episode with another man, but would never go beyond that now that I am married. When I was single...that was different. Although I was still careful and choosy.

This is a free country and rights should be allowed up to a point. I was also glad to see Howard Stern suspended again. What good does this clown do for our country? On the other hand, how much damage has he done? Good bye and good riddance Howard.

No, it wasn't me that called you whatever it was. There is no place on this group or any other group for crap like that. Must have been one of the juveniles. I don't find that kind of behaviour funny and certainly not clown like.

You simply must stop going to movie theatres unless you enjoy getting into those situations.

The only clown I can think of is the one at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. in the White House and he is anything but funny.

Marriage is a legal contract between two people. Period. The right of any two individuals who enter a contract should be for all and not against a select minority that shall have the same rights. A marriage must be performed by a duly licensed individual be it a judge, member of the church or anyone else. The fact that you are married in a religious institution is fine but the pastor, priest or whatever must have that license to make it a legal union.

The arguement that is going on is being started by right wing fundalmentalists who are using their beliefs as a religious matter and not a legal one.

We have the right to marry and love whomever we wish so long as it is one of lovingkindness just as we have the right to have bondage with whomever we have so long as it is safe, sane and consensual. As for this being a free country, it must be free for everyone - not just those that fall into the "right" categories.

We in the United States have developed into a country of self contained fear ignited by these very same right wing lunatics that wish to control the lives and rights of others. Canada allows same sex marriages and so far the world has not come to an end nor has their government fallen apart. Many European countries have as well and they're still in existance. The All Mighthy hasn't struck them down with a bolt of lightning.

The time has come for all Americans to have the same rights irregardless of their gender orientation. Otherwise are we to have some people still ride "in the back of the bus"? I think not.

Oh, I think I am free to say all of these things - I hope.

Cya

I'll read your stories later on...

sharee112@hotmail.co.uk

Modern law however has seen to it though, that almost every estate worth having anything to sue over does land in front of a judge, so that now all we are left with are social and religious definitions of marriage.

Let us now consider the issue of gay marriage along purely economic reasons, while 2 people may have the right to do whatever they want, do they have a right to make pay for it, which would happen if one of them had any kind of benefits plan.
Spouses are usually included in employee benefit plans. This means that in the public sector it gets paid for by higher taxes, at the local and state level, or increased borrowing at the federal. In the private sector, the employer just raises the sales price of his goods so the consumer pays the costs.

And for the pics, well, I know someone who owns a msn group.
it's called boundandtied101 and the link is down there.

Feel free to join, it is for all ages.

Please react on this.

Later that day, I got off the bus (I live on a farm,in the country...) with my little brother and set down my bookbag to pet our new filly who was romping in the field and came up to greet me.I stroked her forehead,and then picked up my backpack and went inside my house.My mother was cleaning the house,while my father was out plowing our back field.

I went up to my room and unzipped my backpack and pulled out my homework,and began working on it."It seems so weird!"I said aloud to no one imparticular,even though my cat,Curse,perked her ears a bit."maybe it's just that I'm getting older...that my birthday's arn't any fun..oh well."I returned to my homework.

Then I heard something from my back closet,and figured it was just one of the cats.I looked down at my homework when suddenly I felt a warm hand cover my mouth,and then another hand cover my eyes.I immediatly began to scream,and I was surprised at how I could barely hear myself.

I then felt anther pair of hands,which I had just noticed were holding on to me so tightly.(I must've not realised I was being held!)The hands were then working with some rope around my wrists and pulling it taut,and then knotting it I don't know how many times.The hands then tied my ankles together tightly as well.

Since the one hand over my mouth was also partailly covering my nose,I began to feel weak and vulnerable. Just then both of the hands on my face were lifted off,and I realized that the two people tying me up were my boy friends at school,at least two of them.I knew I couldnt escape,because they each played football,and I am only a cheerleader.

I was then blindfolded and gagged with a scarf(i think,at least that's what it felt like in my mouth,but it was disgusting..)And I was then put into somesort of vehicle.

Then I remember the two football boys(Dillon and Josh)were untying me and I looked up and saw all my friends!"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!everyone yelled.I had a great party,and I hope my birthdays keep getting better and better.

TO BE CONTINUED.(WANT ME TO CONTINUE?)

I thought your story was very cute. Thanks for sharing it with us.

PUT TENNIS BALLS IN EACH HAND AND DUCT TAPE OVER THEM

STEP 2

FOLD ARMS IN FRONT OF YOU TIE A LONG ROPE TO YOUR ELBOW THEN AROUND YOUR BACK TO THE WRIST ON THE SAME ARM
THEN GET ANOTHER LONG ROPE AND REPEET WITH THE OTHER ARM

STEP 3

TAKE ANOTHER LONG ROPE AND TIE IT AROUND THE WHOLE BODY BETWEEN THE SHOLDERS AND THE ELBOWS SO IT GOES AROUND ABOUT 3 OR 4TIMES
AND TIE IT OFF TO IT SELF

STEP 4

TAKE ONE OF THE ROPES HANGING FROM THE WRIST AND TAKE IT UP OVER THE ROPE GOING AROUND THE BODY THROUGH THE ARMPIT
OVER THE ROPE AT THE BACK UNDER THE ARM AND BACK THROUGH THE ARM PIT SO IT CINCHES THE ARM TO THE BODY THEN TAKE ITAROUND HIS BACK
AND AROUND THE ROPES LIKE YOU JUST DID ON THE OTHER SIDE THEN TIE IT TO THE OTHER WRIST

STEP 5
TAKE THE ROPE HANGING FROM THE WRIST AND TAKE IT DOWN BETWEEN HIS LEGS THEN UPAND AROUND THE ROPES THAT ARE GOING AROUND THE BODY
THEN BACK DOWN AND THROUGH THE LEGS AGAIN PULLING TIGHT (MAKE SHURE U DONT SQUASH HUS BALLS )AND TIE IT TO HIS OTHER WRIST

STEP 6
TIE HISLEGS ABOVE AND BELOW THE KNEES AND AT THE ANKLES NOW LAY HIM ON HIS TUMMY AND PULL HIS LEGS UP TIGHT TILL THEY ALMOST TOUCH
THE ROPE GOING AROUND HIS BODY AND TIE THEM OFF

STEP 7

GAG AND BLINDFOLD HIM AND THEN WATCH IM TRY AND GET OUT AND NOT BE ABLE TO

HAVE FUN

Have you or any of the boys ever used handcuffs

I only used them a couple of times(an escape stunt I remember) but didn't enjoy it that much, mainly because there's no way out of them and because they're not as restrictive as rope can be.

Do you have any stories to tell?(with or without handcuffs)

I did this with one of my sleep in buddies and kept him that way overnight. Works like a charm, they never get loose untill I let them loose.

Joey

Australia

PLAYMATES

In my last story I described how, as an 8-year-old, I had developed a wicked desire to get myself tied-up and how, during a fairly wonderful game, I found myself bound hand and foot in a shed with a big mouth-stuffing gag between my teeth. I was 12-years-old then, and it was the very first time that someone had restrained me to hide me from potential rescuers. It was invigorating: the tightness of the bonds on my bare wrists and ankles, the feel of the gag in my mouth, the knowledge that I was, effectively, a kidnapped boy (and it was the best kind of kidnapping: free of the risk of my injury, death, or other unpleasantries). All the sensations were heightened by the fact that I’m a person with a very active imagination…

It would be several months after that before I would get the chance to play that excellent game called ‘Operatives’ again with my friends in northern California (I visited my friend there, Sean, quite frequently, but the game requires a lot of boys to be available all at once to play, and therefore we didn’t have a chance to play it for some time, and I didn’t want to press the issue and look too eager to get myself trussed…)

The experiences of that game and my (awesome) ordeal in the old wooden shed affected me in a couple of ways. Firstly, I noticed that many of my dreams were changed; I was finding myself helplessly tied and gagged more often in my sleep, whereas before the game I had seen myself in a more ‘heroic’ light when dreaming. Instead of being some brave and courageous boy boldly facing villainy, I was a frightened child desperately struggling to free my bound body and loosen a tight gag covering my mouth.

Secondly, I noticed that I was a little more open with my interests with some of my friends. I had two good friends, John and Lisa, who were in the 6th grade (like myself) and we’d often watch TV or movies together. One time (I remember this clearly) we were at Lisa’s house watching a fairly cheesy chop-saki where the hero is surrounded by ninjas and, as he thrashes them, his young sidekick is grabbed by the villain and dragged off kicking and screaming. The hero chases the villain after the boy’s cries alert him.

“Sheesh,” I said, out of the blue, “why didn’t he just gag the kid?”

I regretted saying it almost before I’d finished, I was already beginning to blush, but Lisa immediately replied: “Yeah, that would’ve been what I’d have done.” That took me aback. I looked over at Lisa from my periphery: she was quite a slender and tall girl (in 6th grade the girls are naturally taller than the boys, but due to my relative shortness the effect was even greater in her). Lisa was beginning to become a ‘volleyball girl’: she was athletic and used her asset of disproportionately long legs well. Her hair was nearly platinum-blond (though, I thought, not as blond as mine when I had been little, now mine was turning dirty) and her big green eyes were striking. I couldn’t imagine a girl like her tying anybody up (back then I almost exclusively visualized my kidnapper as a burly masked man with evil eyes) but the thought of her doing that to any boy, or even me, was… interesting…

So when John told her: “Heh, come on Lisa, you couldn’t even put a leash on a puppy! How’re you going to do anything to someone as strong as you?” I saw a devilishly amazing opening.

There was a slight ringing in my ears. My lips seemed to move without my consideration: “Yeah, Lisa, especially a boy!”
The cross-legged girl shot a rather icy stare at me with her solid emerald eyes. For a 12-year-old girl she had an absolute mastery of intimidating glares (at least, against a smaller 12-year-old boy, anyway…) “And what’s that supposed to mean, Christopher?”

“Come on, everyone knows that boys are stronger than girls, right? So if you tried anything like that on a boy, you’d probably be the one to end up kidnapped!” At the time, I couldn’t believe what I was saying.

Lisa was by no means a tomboy. She was actually quite feminine, but let’s just say, not dainty. I knew, for example, that she often liked wearing dresses and, because of some… well, rather short PE uniforms we wore at school, that her underwear was often frilly (as a side-note, and this is completely true, the very first nosebleed I suffered at school happened during physical education, at the time I guess I thought it was God’s way of telling me to keep my eyes to myself, but I make no apologies: find me one 12-year-old boy who wouldn’t have looked and I’ll eat my shoes…). Noticing girls was a very recent development for me, dating would be some time off, and so during this opening act of puberty in my life Lisa was simply another friend.

And now I was riling this friend into dangerous territory. If she’d known that I had paid some attention to her as she climbed the ropes in PE she’d have knocked me silly; now that her physical prowess was being questioned by a boy half-a-foot shorter than her, well, that called for serious measures.

“You think that boys are stronger than girls?” She scoffed.

“Sure,” I said, getting into it now, “I mean, there’s no girls’ varsity football team at the middle school, or at the high school, right?”

And then, glory to God in the highest, she said what I’d hoped she’d say: “Yeah, well you’re not on the varsity team at school, are you, Christopher?” That was true, I was getting OK at throwing a decent spiral, but there were far better QB’s than me at school and, with my diminutive size, there were few other positions that I could play.

I chuckled, baiting her even more: “so you mean you think that you’re stronger than me? So you think that if I was the boy in that movie that you could tie me up? Ha ha ha!”

John laughed a little too, but he looked more perplexed than amused. I don’t think he was too happy that I was offering to be pitted against Lisa as a representative of my sex, and more practically, he was concerned that I, provoking a girl with more height and more muscle than myself (at least in the legs… maybe all over…), was slightly suicidal.
But I kept laughing in a very patronizing sort of way.

“Shut-up, Christopher, you’re being ridiculous!” That was her favorite word to use when she got really steamed.
I kept chucking until Lisa stormed out of the room. “I think you really pissed her off, man.” John said, but we kept watching the poorly written (and acted) martial arts flick. I was sunk back in my section of the futon with adrenaline still coursing through my wiry veins like TNT. My breathing was still rapid as I considered Lisa’s response to me. The hot-blooded girl was, to say the least, impulsive, and I knew that I could count on some kind of a response (even if it was simply her trying to kick my butt from here to San Francisco…)

After about a minute my breathing slowed and some normalcy returned to the room. The movie still played, John and I still watched it. I was a little concerned: I pictured Lisa up in her room, crying or cursing me tearfully; she could get quite upset, and since she hadn’t already tried to pummel me (or kick me out of the house) I was afraid that I’d really hurt her.

If I had known the truth at that point, I would have likely suffered a nosebleed that could kill me. As it was I was too preoccupied with my thoughts to hear John say: “What’s that?” or to hear the very quick and feminine (but not dainty) footfalls of a barefoot girl running at full speed from behind me…

BAM! I grunted as the air rushed out of my lungs: two hands collided with my back, the force of two locked arms sent me sprawling onto the thick carpeted floor with a thud. “Ooof!” I yelled in pain and surprise as I landed and, stunned, braced my arms so I could get up.

I didn’t get far: no sooner did I fall than 95 pounds of 6th grade girl suddenly landed on my arching back. “Ulgh!” I managed as I felt two powerful female leg muscles clamping against my thighs from either side. Suddenly there was another noise too, one that quickly sent a hot, searing signal down my spine from the nape of my neck to the tip of my tailbone.

Rrrrrrrrrrrr-p!

The sound was wondrously disorienting, in the back of my head I knew it should excite me intensely, but in my shocked state I couldn’t place it…

“Hey, get the heck off-a me, Lisa!” I yelled from under the green-eyed girl’s body.

“Don’t tell me you’re frightened, little boy?” She mocked me, making to prove her point from earlier.

I lashed out with my hands and toppled her off of my back; I rolled over onto my own back, but Lisa was quick to recover and quickly got back on top of me, grabbing my arms and fighting with her legs to control my flailing lower body. It was then that I saw the item that had made that loud noise: next to us, beside us two struggling 12-year-olds locked in a mock battle-of-the-sexes, was a worn roll of duct tape from Lisa’s garage.

Despite the situation, my excitement rose 10-fold and my pulse probably jumped into tachycardia…

John was staring at the scene with surprise and (I’d bet my life on it) some amusement; he always did enjoy a good fight that he didn’t have to participate in…

“John, get her off me! She’s nuts!” I yelled.

Lisa glared at him with a fierce warrior-princess type gaze: “No way, John: this is just a little thing between Christopher and me!” She retorted.

John was inclined to agree with Lisa: “Sorry, Christopher,” he shrugged, “but, remember, you did say that thing about…”
“Argh!” I yelled with manly bravado as I shoved Lisa off my body and pushed her against the floor. I tried locking my arms over her shoulders, but that proved fatal: she rolled away and grabbed my neck, pushing me against the carpet once more and this time holding me there with an angry, sweaty resolve as I lay prone.

By this time we were both panting and doused in a good deal of sweat. I felt a drop of perspiration as it rolled off Lisa’s chin and landed between my shoulder blades (which were bared since my t-shirt had been stretched in the scuffle). I was uncomfortably hot, with Lisa’s hyper-thermal body pressing down onto mine. I panted into the carpet: it was hard to breath with the girl straddling me, keeping her hands on the small of my back and a knee against my rear end. I was tired, exhausted.

I had no fight left in me, and she knew it.

Rrrrrrrrrrrr-p!

“You’re going to hold still for me, aren’t you?” She ordered, panting.

“Shut-up.” I huffed, but I did not resist.

I felt Lisa pull my wrists together against my back and then wrap the duct tape around them again and again; I felt her chest pressing against my back as she reached around to my face, planting a small slather of tape over my lips (coincidentally I felt something else at that moment which made me exceedingly glad that I was lying prone; sorry if that sounds crude but it is the Lord’s honest truth…)

She got up and, when I didn’t roll over or try to stand, she walked around me and stared down at my face: “Okay, Christopher: if you were the captured boy in that movie, not only would you be totally screwed, but you could never ever be a hero’s little sidekick again, ‘cause you just had your butt kicked by a girl!”

John was finding the whole thing particularly funny, he was clapping and having a good laugh at the scene. I stared at my conqueror with angry blue eyes and said something that would have gotten me a swift kick in the side if I didn’t have the tape over my lips. I knew I didn’t look as angry or imposing as I wanted: my soft liquid eyes were characteristically unthreatening, especially when paired with a gag over my mouth. It was amazing to be treated like this by Lisa, of all people, and my heart still beat like a malfunctioning snare-drum, but I was also a little disappointed: the fight had been pretty quick, ending with me ‘kidnapped’ relatively quickly. I was hoping I could have done better against Lisa, maybe even turned the tables and wrapped her body up (that little thought sent a whole new tingle down my backbone…)

But now that was less than a pipe-dream: at that exact moment in my life I had had the opportunity to fight-off a girl-attacker and give her the treatment, but the outcome of this fight had been decided long before it had even begun.
I yelled into the tape: “Moo-vocked vah vind ow-va vee, Mee-fa!” It was an excuse for my capture, but a pretty good one.

“And you think that was unfair? Life’s not fair, little Christopher!” She chided while patting my head. “Maybe you can learn that while we all watch the rest of the movie; now move your scrawny little kidnapped butt, you’re blocking the screen!”

I was fine to move by then, and with some effort I got to my feet and fell back onto my place on the futon, not daring to look Lisa in the eye as I did so. The bonds she’d forced on my body were actually fairly pitiful: the one-layer duct tape gag (as anyone who’s tried it knows) couldn’t prevent my lips from parting after I forcefully opened my jaw as far as it would go, and after wringing my sweaty palms and turning my slim wrists to and fro I was able to free my hands; all of this within less than five minutes. I rebuked Lisa’s handiwork:

“My grandpa ties his neckties tighter than that, Lisa!”

She didn’t look at me this time: “Then you want another go, little boy?”

I was still rubbing my aching spine and nursing the tenderness around my mouth where I’d pulled the tape off: I wisely didn’t say anything in reply. For his part, John stared over at me with wonder, either thinking about how determinedly brave I was or how suicidally insane I could be.

After that none of us really talked about that event; it was brought up once or twice by Lisa when she wanted to embarrass me for some reason or another, and I never was able to repay her the favor (though I found myself longing to do so). However, these events, as well as the image of that green-eyed girl, were with me clearly in my mind a few weeks later when I was brought up to a little northern town to visit my friend Sean, and play a little game with him and his friends called ‘Operatives’.

We had played it before, and it was a game that I rather enjoyed…

IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT

It was a warm summer evening as I lay on a wicker couch on the back porch of Sean’s house. A constant mild breeze rolled off the Pacific Ocean, drifting off the sandy California shore, traveling fifty miles to wisp gently against my bare toes. It was a soothing, pleasant scene.

But I was impatient as hell.

Sean had told me some very good news and some very bad news earlier. First, that it was possible that enough neighborhood boys could get together for a game. Because the football field at the school was being re-sodded, it was extremely likely that the game would be Operatives (it had been a while since we’d played, and I almost burst a blood vessel when it was suggested. Luckily I didn’t develop a nosebleed!). Then there was the bad news: Mike (or ‘Big Mike’, as we called him) and his brother Tommy had been dragged-off to a play or something by their parents; when they would be freed from the thespian nightmare was unclear, and if they were held too late we wouldn’t have enough boys to play the game.

Briefly recapping the rules of that wonderful game, ‘searchers’ attempt to capture ‘operatives’, whose goal is to reach a certain ‘home’ point after being left deep in enemy territory. Captive operatives (who, if you read my first story, usually get the full bondage treatment) can be freed by friendly searchers. Being short, skinny and swift as a rabbit, I was always an operative on the few occasions that we played, but that didn’t mean that I was completely content with being bound myself: once I suggested to Sean that, for a ‘change of pace’, I should be a searcher during one of the games. That way, I wouldn’t end up lying trussed on the ground, staring up at my captor with a gag in my mouth (unfortunately…) but the change of roles would satisfy a few other urges: for one, I would actually be able to tie other boys up, which I wouldn’t mind trying my hand at (I would have preferred getting the upper hand with Lisa, but trussing a boy would do nicely). And two, I could fulfill those heroic fantasies of mine (say, rescuing captive hostages) while still getting my ‘tie-up fix’, as I called it, since the image of every boy’s bound and gagged body that I came across would be fully etched into my mind before I freed them (with my 12-year-old heart’s enjoyment at seeing helplessly bound bodies, I made little distinction between the sight of captive women, girls or boys).

Sean shot down that idea pretty quickly. He pointed out that I would be a waste as a searcher, as I had already gained a reputation for being a pretty sharp operative. Also, not that it was a requirement for being a searcher, but I didn’t really have the physical prowess to ensure that my captives didn’t try anything. It was in the rules that captive operatives HAVE to do what their captors tell them, but being nabbed by a short, blond-haired, blue-eyed boy with thin arms and, as he put it, ‘biceps of jell-o’, well, that might be more than some of the guys could stand. Also not on my side was the fact that most of the boys involved were a year older than me. He said he wouldn’t be surprised to see ME get tied up by my supposed captive just as a funny joke.

It was a good point, and I certainly wasn’t going to respond to him with what I was thinking at the time: “in that case, I win either way…”

That game remained one of the great paradoxes for my young mind: when I played it as an operative I was keenly intent on one thing: winning the game and actually AVOIDING capture. When caught, it was like a whole other part of me took over, and for a moment, reaching ‘home’ became less important than hoping that my wrists were being secured tight enough… and that something would end up in my mouth soon…

I was distracted by my thoughts as I heard the soft, rubbery patter of kids’ tennies running over asphalt. I heard Big Mike’s voice in the growing darkness of the evening: “God, what the heck was with that? Do people actually like sitting around watching that kinda stuff?” His brother Tommy was with him. Tommy was actually several months younger than me; he was 11 about to go on 12, but he shared his big brother’s athletic spirit and it was obvious that he worked-out to at least some degree.

“It was a stupid waste of time.” He agreed as they mounted the porch.

“Hey, Christopher,” Mike acknowledged me, “what’s the good word?”

Trying to suppress an intense smile I simply replied: “Operatives”.

We now had enough boys to play our game. Sean and Mike (both of them were 14, Mike was the better searcher of the two) decided to pair up to be searchers for one team. Matt, a 14-year-old who was a good friend of Mike, and Steven, who was 13, paired up as searchers for the other team. Tommy was designated an operative and, since he wasn’t particularly adept at this game, he was paired with Seth, a squirrelly 13-year-old and the best operative of all of us. That left me and James, a serious-minded, quick-footed 12-year-old who was quite good at the game, but wasn’t above getting himself snatched. We would be the other operatives.

James and I got along fairly well together; we were friends but I always thought he was at times too somber. He struck me as the kind of boy who, if his parents asked him to take out the trash, not only would he do it immediately when asked (a rarity among 12-year-olds) but he would likely sort paper from plastics to boot. He was pencil-thin and taller than me. His hazel eyes were cloudy, but could be quite expressive and dynamic depending on his mood. His head was topped with a freestyle crop of spiky black hair (I always thought it made him look like a juvenile raven). The two of us were placed on Sean and Mike’s team: so those two would rescue us if we were captured, while Matt and Steven were our would-be captors.

I had faced Matt as an opponent before in the game; he was a pretty good searcher. He was at least good enough to snatch James during the first game I ever played with them; he had forced the bound and gagged boy to lie prone behind a little kid’s sandbox while James’ potential rescuer searched for him on the other side of the yard. He ended-up being saved and, freed of his bonds, eventually made it home (during this entire time I was occupied with my own bonds and gag inside a stuffy old shed, but I never made it home :) Later on during that same visit I asked James about that event (in a totally casual, nonchalant way…)

He replied: “Well, there’s not much to tell: Matt pounced on me and decided to tie me up right where we were. Even though the five-minute rule was still on (the rule making captive operatives stay quiet for the first five-minutes of their capture) he saved some time by stuffing some cloth in my mouth and slapping some duct-tape over it (I later learned that Matt had broken a big rule on that one: no duct tape gags, since it hurts like hell coming off…). Then I heard Sean coming around and Matt shoves me down onto my stomach behind a sandbox. He held me down hard, he was almost totally on top of me and I could barely breathe. Luckily Sean came around to our side and I was freed.”

Needless to say, I played that scenario over in my head a few times…

With all players revved and ready to go, we drew the regular rectangular boundaries around the neighborhood and decided on our home point (a street sign at the back of our territory) and the home territory for Seth and Tommy (the outer fence of the neighborhood football field). While all the nitty-gritty was ironed out, I overheard Tommy taking to Matt about the god-awful play that he and Mike had been subjected to.

“It lasted forever; it was terrible! My mom and dad are into that kind of thing, though. In fact, they actually dropped us off at home and went on to some kind of cast party they were invited to…” If the right people had been listening-in on that innocent little conversation it would have later saved two very unlucky 12-year-olds from a lot of struggling, sweating and mmmmph-ing…

Matt and Steven escorted James and me into their territory as Mike and Sean escorted Seth and Tommy into ours. James and I then ran back deep into enemy territory. From the twilight darkness I heard Sean’s whistle rising in the night. In the sky above us a voyeuristic, full moon leered down at me from behind a thin sheet of clouds.
The game had begun.

James and I split up as we ran back into enemy territory: it was our usual tactic, to ensure that we both couldn’t be captured at once.

“Try not to get snatched, Christopher,” he told me the obvious, and then he grinned, flashing a slightly chipped front tooth (a casualty of his skateboarding), “but even if we are caught, the noise we’ll make can carry really far since it’s such a quiet night!”

“Yeah,” I agreed, already panting as I ran: “it’s not as easy to hide someone when there’s no other noises to drown us out!”
One minute I looked over to see his serious face looking forward and that pair of intent, hazel eyes flashing in the moonlight as he ran. The next minute he was gone, having swung off to the right to prepare for his own advancement back into our territory. I did the same, sidewinding to the left side.

There’s something pretty eerie about running through a dark and deserted suburb in the evening, especially one with as much flora and fauna as this one: the dense cover should have comforted me, but I had an intense feeling of danger, like I was surrounded by a foreboding and treacherous jungle where anyone could jump out right in front of me…

We had played the game once before during the night; that time there had been no moon, and the going was pretty tough with the thick blanket of darkness. Of course, that made it almost impossible to get caught, and reaching home was a very simple matter.

But now the new moon was ridiculously bright, bathing everything in an ethereal glow. I was dripping sweat as I darted through the night, moving from backyard shrubberies to unlit street corners and behind darkened garages. With much reminiscing, I passed the house of Mr. McCree (whose woodshed I had become acquainted with once…)

‘Step, step, step, step, step’… My tennis shoes made little noise on the soft dewy grass. I moved with stealth and (I thought) finesse. With caution I proceeded, ‘Step, step, step, step’… and stopped.

My blood froze within me, and my face grew deathly pale in the twilight: that last step wasn’t my own… and it had come from behind me…

My limbs trembled; my pale skin was drenched with sweat, and I licked my dry lips. I had never actually been stalked before, it brought back those thoughts of a dark jungle to my mind: a defenseless boy chased by a ravenous tiger. Of course I knew that my stalker was no tiger, but simply another boy; another boy with black nylon cords in his shorts pocket. I’d never been stalked before, but I had an idea of what to do.

I ran like almighty hell.

Immediately the light ‘step, step’ behind me turned into a deafeningly loud ‘stomp, stomp, stomp’. I thought about yelling as I ran, but I needed that oxygen to power my skinny legs and get me the hell out of there. I dashed behind a house and through a well-landscaped backyard that threw weird shadows into the night, and then suddenly, without warning:
WHACK!

I blinked, stunned, lying on my back as I looked up at the starlit sky. The tree I’d knocked into shook violently.
“Jesus Christ, Christopher: are you okay?!” Steven’s voice was filled with concern and puffing with exhaustion.
I sat up, my pupils alternately contracting and dilating as I shook my head. I could see clearly almost immediately. “I’m not bleeding or anything …yeah, sure, I think I’m fine…” I said.

Steven was relieved, but his voice also contained subtle triumph. He put two hands on my shoulders from behind and said: “well, THAT’S a matter of opinion, ‘cause right now, you can consider yourself captured.”

I groaned warily as I got to my feet: I was hoping I’d get some kind of a sympathy head-start, but my kidnapping would be a big feather in Steven’s cap: I was considered a slightly better operative than James, and anyone who caught me got a lot of props.

I wiped the cool sweat from my brow and said, resignedly, “alright: where to?” Despite having stopped all the running and panting, my heart rate was beginning to rise once again (being kidnapped had that effect on me :)

“Hey, quiet, Christopher!” Steven chided. He had what I would describe as a very unhealthy grin on his face that made me a little uncomfortable. “This way” he roughly shoved me back into his territory.

We walked for several minutes in silence; Steven kept me in the shadows, on the lookout for searchers from my team who could save me. As we started to pass Mike and Tommy’s house Steven stopped me. He eyed the house’s backyard, then me. He said to me: “Remember that sunglass polishing cloth in your back pocket?”

“Yeah…?” I replied: Steven had borrowed it earlier that day to wipe his reading glasses. The cloth had come with a semi-expensive pair of sunglasses I had gotten for my birthday.

“Take it out and put it in your mouth.” He ordered.

He wanted me to gag myself? That was a new one; I’d never actually gagged myself before (although the experience lead me to a few interesting late-night experiments in my bathroom… but that’s another story).

“You know,” I said as I took out the cleaning cloth from the pocket of my shorts, “the five-minute rule is still in effect-”
Steven was impatient: “put the damn cloth in your mouth or I’ll do it for you.” With that elegant persuasion, I wadded-up the cleaning cloth and stuffed it between my own teeth. Steven quickly untied a bandanna from around his neck and wrapped it over my mouth very tightly, knotting it behind my head.

“That’s a good look for you,” he smirked, “now let’s go.”

He pushed me into the lead, and we walked behind Mike and Tommy’s house, circling their garage and kitchen, then he stopped me next to the outdoor air conditioning unit. I assumed that he would somehow tie me to the AC, perhaps with the cords looped around the pipes and my ankles and wrists. It was a good idea: the humming unit would partially drown-out my gagged cries, but Steven had a much better, more devious idea in mind…

Click! My eyes widened in the moonlight as I heard the small rear-door to Mike and Tommy’s house unlock and open. Matt poked his head out of the door and looked first at me (and my gagged lips) and then at Steven. I did a double-take: Matt was inside Mike and Tommy’s house… he was waiting for me to be brought there…

…something about a cast-party came into my mind…

…he was waiting inside an empty house for me…

“I’ve got a package here: signed, sealed and delivered!” Steven joked as he pushed me forward into the warm, cozy house of Mike and Tommy.

Into a house without parents, a house where a tied and gagged boy could be stored indefinitely, with four solid walls to encase his muffled moans and with no one the wiser…

I was livid: this was completely against the rules! At least, it HAD to be, I thought. Houses were against the rules, no question. As it had been explained to me, garages were generally considered OK, but NOT homes in general, and this wasn’t even Matt or Steven’s house! They were going to hold me, a kidnapped hostage, in the home of one of my potential rescuers!

The house rule was primarily in effect to prevent our moms and dads from knowing just what we were doing when we played ‘Operatives’, after all: it only took one parent to see their son or another boy being led through the house in bonds and a gag and start nagging about ‘safety-issues’ or ‘rough-play’ to ensure that the game was permanently banned. But even if parents weren’t home, the second reason for the rule still stands: it was f***ing unfair…

I was not having any of this: as soon as I was shoved into the back door I resisted, pushing back for the door and clawing at my gag to voice my protests.

Steven grabbed my arms and held them to my side. “Easy there, Christopher, we need to get you all settled before anyone comes looking for you!” I struggled and bucked around violently. I guess I should have been more ‘interested’ in the moment: this was playing out to be more like an actual kidnapping than anything I’d exerprienced before. I was being HELD down and dragged into a house against my will with a gag in my mouth (I’d entertained similar fantasy-scenarios in my mind before; the only real difference between them and this moment is that Steven and Matt weren’t wearing robber’s masks). But at the time I was overwhelmed with anger and adrenaline: they were breaking the rules, and I wasn’t going to stand for it! Unfortunately my small frame ensured that I would be unable to break free of Steven’s grasp: he held me in a big bear-hug, his arms circling my elbows and his hands clasped together tightly over my waist just beneath my bellybutton. “Urf! Moo fufid forvons!” I desperately yelled into my gag.

“Calm down, will ya!” Matt said as he opened another door for Steven to hustle me through. It was a door containing concrete stairs. Stairs that went down.

They were taking me into the basement.

“Rrrrrrrrgh!” I voiced my protests as I was taken down the stairs and into the basement.

The first thing I noticed was the small window against the wall: it was pretty high-up, and sat on-level with the house’s backyard lawn. There was only a small light bulb on a cord in the middle of the basement. The rest of the concrete dungeon consisted of waterlogged cardboard boxes and some steel storage drums (thin cylindrical barrels designed to hold stuff and keep it dry and moisture-free). It was fairly clean for a basement, no mice, no rats, no insects. In fact, the only living occupant of the basement I saw was lying against one wall, on his side, staring up at us with sharp, wide eyes. They were hazel eyes.

“Maims!” I said in shock, forgetting my gag for the moment. The boy was lying on a spread-out blanket, his wrists behind his back and his bare ankles cinched tightly together. A length of nylon cord was attached to the bonds on his wrists and ran to a cement block in the corner (several loose blocks were tidily stacked up). It was looped through the holes in the block, ensuring that James couldn’t stand and ‘bunny-hop’ too far away from his blanket. He was barefoot, his tennies and socks had been stripped off and sat right beside his head.

Part of me did not like the looks of this at all. We would NEVER win the game if both of us were held hostage in here. But then there was that OTHER part of me who, upon seeing the helpless 12-year-old writhing and struggling, lying prone on the blanket in this dark basement, powerless, with a gag in his mouth… well, it wasn’t all bad…

I was still struggling, so Matt said: “Oh, quit it, Christopher! Look!” He went to a door on the other side of the basement and opened it. I could see into the house’s garage. “The house is on a slope, so the garage and basement are technically right next to each other.”

“Which means,” Steven whispered into my ear as he held me, “that we can hold both of you right in here: so calm down.” I did, and for two reasons: one was that they were possibly right about that little loophole in the rules: we were technically in the garage ‘area’, and two: they were bigger than me, and I was getting tied-up in this basement whether I liked it or not.

And, as I darn well knew: I was going to like it…

They took me over to the other side of the basement, opposite where James lay, silently watching over his gag as I was made as helpless as him. I was instructed to sit down on a waiting blanket in front of a metal drum. “No, no, scoot your butt back: make sure you’re up against the drum.” I had a pretty good idea of what they had in mind, and I was right: after they bound my wrists behind me and held my body close against the drum, they tied my chest and waist to the steel container, the cords pressed tightly against my chest just above my nipples and around my waist just under my bellybutton. Steven yanked off my tennis shoes and my socks and spread my bare feet apart; he slid a cheese-wedge-shaped ramp between my legs (I later learned that it was a ‘pet-ramp’ to help Tommy’s dog get into bed when it was a puppy, but when lain on its side it was quite good at keeping someone’s legs apart.). There were some Velcro straps on the far end of the ramp where an additional pad could be attached to the pet ramp: they were wrapped around my ankles on either side. None of us kids knew what a ‘leg-spreader’ actually was: this was Steven’s crude attempt at one, and it worked for its purpose: I couldn’t put my legs together and gain sufficient traction on the ground to move the heavy barrel I was bound to. Therefore James was prevented from bunny-hopping because he was tied to a concrete block and I was unable to scoot myself around because my legs were forced apart.

Matt yanked the bandanna gag off of me and pulled the cleaning cloth from my mouth. “You guys are ‘friggin cheating and you know it!” I said, not in a yell, but not in a whisper, either. Honestly my mouth was so dry from the bondage experience (and there was so little blood actually in my brain) that any other thoughts or outrages were too difficult to express at the moment.

Steven simply said: “we’re not cheating, you know, and besides, we’ve got you both grouped in one place, so if you’re discovered you’ll both be freed at once.”

“No one’s gonna find us here, and you know it!” I said.

“Get him gagged like James.” Matt told Steven. I didn’t resist as I was given the same gag as James had been given: Steven stuffed my mouth with a cotton kerchief from out of a box in the basement (actually pretty similar to my sunglass-cleaning cloth) and then he wrapped a very long and thick shawl over my mouth (these were courtesy of Mike and Tommy’s mother, who was apparently storing some old clothes in the basement before donating them to Goodwill en masse…) The neatly-folded shawl went around my mouth three whole times before it was triple-knotted behind my head.
The OTM was very tight. I played with the gag-wad in my mouth, shoving it to and fro with my tongue, but it was not coming out any time soon, and my test-grunts proved that the silky muzzle would ensure my silence.

Matt and Steven considered both me and James critically. The two boys seemed satisfied that we wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Matt clicked-off the basement light to James and my gagged protests. We both started squirming and grunting as Steven smirked: “oh, come on you two: just because you’re both little 12-year-olds doesn’t mean you have to be afraid of the dark!”

Matt added: “And don’t worry, I don’t think this game’s going to last too much longer, especially now that we can both go and help Seth and Tommy get home! We’ll tell the other searchers where to find you two sorry little boys after we’ve won!”

I lividly struggled and thrashed about as Matt and Steven left us. I kept grunting and thrusting my chest from side-to-side, bucking my waist up and down, and struggling to push away the wedge that kept my bare legs spread wide apart.

After a few moments, with sweat and defeat oozing out of my body I rested my head against the metal barrel, feeling the triple-knot of the gag press between the barrel and my neck. I was breathing hard and, to tell the truth, feeling pretty scared to be all tied and gagged in a pitch-black basement.

But as I calmed-down and let my eyes adjust to the darkness I realized it wasn’t too dark, really. From the small dusty window above us moonlight streamed down, lighting the entire basement in a pale glow. It was comforting, and my fear subsided.

The most fortunate thing that could have happened for me did. I looked back to my left, and happily I noticed that the light from the window was falling directly on James. I got a very good look at his plight, and it was certainly something for me to savor. He played with his bonds in a methodical manner; he was sitting-up on his haunches in his shorts and tee, squatting and fumbling with the knots on his bound wrists. I saw his gag bulge and recede several times as he tongued at the mouth-stuffing cloth between his teeth. Soon he learned what I already knew: the muzzles were there to stay.
I gave a good buck of my waist again, to see if the cords that bound my midsection to the barrel were coming loose. All I managed to do was shove my crotch against the prominence of the ramp that spread my legs. That little self-racking move put tears in my eyes, though luckily James wouldn’t have noticed: I was too far in the shadows for him to see, though he certainly heard the muffled cursing coming from my obstructed mouth.

I hung my head dejectedly with a sigh: this was by far the ‘best’ I had ever been bound, and far from being exhilarating, it actually frustrated me greatly. When I’d been a captive in the shed I had the ability to roll around, scoot across the room on my backside, even get to my feet and bunny-hop around, if I chose. Now I was just… bound. I WAS aroused by the feeling (most of those emotions came from the nice, tight gag I was wearing), but I was mostly very, very (very!) annoyed.

After about ten minutes or so I gave up all pretenses of struggling and squirming and focused all my attention on James. Though helpless, he was definitely less restrained than I was and therefore still held-out hope for earning his freedom. He was now lying on his stomach, still fumbling with his wrist-bonds. From all his struggles his tee was being hitched-up in the rear, bearing the twitching muscles of his lower back. The moonlight bounced off the gaily-colored shawl wrapped around his mouth; the big, thick gag nearly glowed in the dark basement. Beads of sweat rolled down his spiky black hair and landed on his cheeks, which were beet-red from his exertions and the pressure that the ultra-tight wrap-gag had on his face (those of you who’ve tied a really TIGHT over-the-mouth gag on yourselves or someone else should know the look…) His eyes were still serious, every so often they’d sparkle and widen as he thought that he’d gotten the impossibly tight knot on his wrists free, then his face would droop and he’d lie his head on his blanket as he realized that the knot was still binding him tight.

This was blessedly good stuff for me. I watched James in wonder as he struggled and fought for his freedom. That time I’d been tied in the shed the one thing I’d wanted most was not scissors, but a mirror to see myself. Well, James was being just that, really. My mind began with its many fantasy scenarios. I burned his image in my mind: here was the kidnapped boy, dragged from his bed in the middle of the night by armed intruders and left tied and stifled in his family’s basement, clad only in shorts and a tee while the house is ransacked. Here was a young baseball-playing 12-year-old, snatched from his neighbor’s yard as he looked for his lost ball, dragged into the kidnapper’s house and made helpless: his bound and gagged butt tossed into the neighbor’s dreary basement: he is so close to his home and his parents, but gagged into silence and unable to plead for rescue from anyone (I thought of that one since James had been on a little-league team, it then occurred to me that he would look even better if he was tied-down like that in his uniform… that train of thought also lead to some experiments on myself in my bathroom late at night… which is another story…)

I thought about James’ bondage plight in terms of one of my newer school daydreams: the latest little fantasy to grace my mind had come when I was riding the bus home one day. I thought about how interesting it would be for a couple of armed goons to simply get on the bus and hijack it. Everyone would be kidnapped. In my mind I played out the scenario: the children in front would be the first ones to be tied and gagged. The men would work their way back, binding and gagging everyone; I looked at a redheaded 7th grader sitting next to me and imagined her being lain down under the seats so no one outside the bus could see her writhing in her bonds and gag, and me, staring at her helplessly from under my seat, chewing on my own gag, as the bus is driven away, to all motorists and observers outside simply an empty bus, but really a holding-pen for a bunch of kidnapped children…

Now James was one of those captives, the first kid taken off the bus as it reaches the kidnappers’ safehouse in the dead of night. He lies in helpless bondage in the basement, waiting for the goons to bring all the other hostage schoolchildren down into the basement to join him…

Thinking about that red-headed 7th grader suddenly made me remember Lisa: that blond-headed, green-eyed girl who’d humiliated me just a few weeks earlier. I imagined her being dumped into this basement with James and me, how she’d look at us with frightened, tearful eyes as she fought her gag and writhed in her bonds. How her body would wiggle and buck as she struggled to free herself, with sweat dripping from her trembling body…

I thought about how I would try to comfort her, wiggling myself over to her and pressing my gagged cheek against hers, how she would cry against my shoulder with anger and fear. Then James would struggle to crawl over to us so we could all work on freeing our bound bodies together. James, Lisa and myself: three kidnapped children squirming and struggling in one frantic heap as we fight to undo each other’s knots and desperately work to free our mouths and chew through each other’s bonds…

THAT series of thoughts was more than enough to excite me, and (not surprisingly) I soon realized that the arousal was physical. Now it was indeed a blessing to be concealed in shadows: if James caught sight of my present state I could never live it down. I cooled myself off thinking about how rotten Steven and Matt had been. I was damned eager to get back at those two. I shimmied my legs until I felt the loose Velcro straps come off of my ankles. I bucked my rear end in a short, measured rhythm: within a minute I had managed to move the barrel I was bound to just a little bit back, at least far enough for me to swing my legs over the ramp that had spread them apart. My legs had gotten sore from being parted for so long, and I moaned gratefully at their reunion.

With my legs now working together I started scooting myself, barrel and all, along the floor. James watched with curiosity as I emerged from the shadows and appeared in the pale moonlight falling from the window.

I inched myself ever-so-slowly over to my fellow captive, cursing under my breath that my tennies had been removed: it would have been much quicker work if I’d had them on. As it was my shorts started slipping down my thighs with every push I gave. By the time I’d reached James most of my whitey-tighties were visible and my shorts were on my knees, but that was not a concern: I wasn’t the type of boy who feared the locker room after PE nor was I too modest now when the stakes were our very freedom (If Lisa really HAD been in the room with us my thought process might have differed…).
James’s facial expression at my progress would best be characterized as joy (an interesting emotion to see in such a somber guy). He looked positively elated as I scooted into view, and he in turn ‘wormed’ his way over to meet me, undulating his body and alternatively raising his head and chest, then his legs and midsection. He moved the length that his nylon coffle would allow; I closed the remaining distance by myself. Then it was a question of ‘what now?” despite having gained my legs’ freedom I was still helpless: tied to a metal drum with hands behind my back. I was no help to anyone. So it would rest on James to find a way to free me.

It wasn’t hard. The knots that held my chest and waist to the cylinder were tight, but BOW-TIED! That meant that just one tug from James’ bound hands and the knot was undone (either the boy who’d tied my body to the barrel didn’t know a lot about knots, or he’d assumed that James and I would never be able to make contact with each other). Then I was freed from the barrel, only my gag and the bonds on my wrists remained. I stood-up slowly (I had REALLY wanted to do that for awhile) and my knees gave a grateful ‘pop’. My shorts then slid all the way down to my ankles, but I didn’t care at that point; I sat on the ground back-to-back with James and he worked the knots on my wrists until I was completely free.
I pulled my shorts back up and pulled the knots off James’ wrist-bonds; we un-gagged ourselves and, for a few minutes, just sat there enjoying the feeling of cool air in our mouths as we rubbed our chaffed extremities. Both of us were left with attractive ‘gag-lines’ on our faces just below our noses and along our chins.

“’Friggin awesome!” James exclaimed with a cheshire-cat grin, punching me in the arm. “Time to get even with those freaks: let’s get the heck back home, Christopher. Think you can do it all on a full-sprint?” He asked.

I laughed. “After sitting on my butt for so long like that, I’m ready to run a marathon!” I assured him.

How’s this for justice: we won that game! James and I made it home striding in synch, at full speed, without Matt or Steven in pursuit. It turns out that Seth, of all people, had been caught by our side, and was so well-hidden that Matt and Steven spent the rest of the game searching for him after leaving James and me to rot in our basement dungeon.
“How the heck did Mike catch Seth?” I asked Sean after the game: no one usually caught Seth.

Sean replied: “Well, Mike spotted Seth walking through someone’s front yard. He really took off when Mike saw him, but I think he slipped and fell or something like that. How about that? Did you ever hear of such luck?”

I blushed, and for a moment kept my blue eyes down. “That kinda stuff does happen, sometimes…” I said, simply, my face growing beet-red.

It was easily 11:00 by the time the game had ended. Mike and Tommy’s parents returned from the cast party shortly after the game concluded, and Sean got a good lecture from his parents on getting home at a reasonable hour. As I lay on the bottom bunk in Sean’s room that night, staring out at the moon, I remembered every detail of our ordeal: every squirm, every knot, every moan…

And most of all (and this was REALLY funny) I remember Sean’s lame excuse for us getting home so late (he blamed me, in an inside-joke kind of way):

“Sorry, mom, but Christopher was a little tied-up with something.”

Grinning in my bed, I thought: “not really tied-up with something, but this time, tied-up with someONE…”

That was a very silent joke, and only the falling moon shared it with me as I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my lips and some very nice memories now etched into my young mind.

I am 19 years old now but this happened a couple of years ago. ok so there are these two girls that i used to flirt with in high school, one was a brunette with stunning features, her breast were very nice also curves that you cant even imagine. her name was cassandra, her friends name was courtey she had dirty blonde hair but not as nice lookin as cassandra. ok so one day after school these two girls come to my house out of the blue. my parents were gone for the night so I invited them in. well at about 10 courtney fell asleep on my coach. so me and cassandra were just watching tv and she reaches over and kisses me then she says that we should play a trick on courtney. I said oh yeah what? she said we should tie her up! I said why not. So i went into my garage and found some duct tape. so me and her are laughing but not too loud. she was lying on her stomach so cassandra puts her hand over her mouth she wakes up screaming behind her hand I grab the tape and lye on her back and start taping her hands together, then her feet , and above her knees. then i take a sock (clean) that was in a laundry basker and we quikly shove it in her mouth, then put the duct tape on her mouth. then we sit her up and just laugh at her , she is pretty pissed off at this point. I sit next to her and just talk to her like "are you comfortable" . so cassandra is wearing very tight sort of fuzzy pants with a small t-shirt. she says "now its my turns". I couldnt beileve what I was hearing I was think "YES"! she turns around and put her hands behind her back so i grab the tape and tie them together. then i tie her feet then above her knees the same was as courtney. then she says "get a sock I might scream". so i grab another sock and shove it in her mouth, the I tape her mouth shut. then i just sit there and watch courtney swirm mmmmmmmmmffffffffing.after a while i take the tape off courtneys mouth as she was implieing. she says "UNTIE ME NOW", I look at cassandra and she shakes her head no. so I put the tape back on her mouth without the sock. the cassandra signals she wants to say something. so I take her gag off. she says ok im done untie me i said well my parents will be home soon and say "nah" and put the tape back on her mouth. My parents call to say they would be home in about an hour. so i told the two girls that. I said "well they cant see you like this" and I fling courney over my shoulder and bring her up the stairs to my room. the same with cassandra but she swirmed alot and i almost dropped her.
i put one against my closet. and one against my bed. and i watch them swirm for another 10 minutes. I finally decide to put them some were else. i fling one by one over my shoulder and put them in the back seat of my car and I drive them just drive them around and when i get home my parents were home and I left them in my car and I said good night to my parents and I waited for my parents to go to sleep . I go back and get them (over my shoulder) and bring them to my room I untie both of them . right away courtney slaps me right in the face. and left but quitly i dont know why she wasnt mad enough to wake my parents (maybe she liked it)? then cassandra conplains to me that it was too long. then she pushes me onto my bed and starts making out with me she left after about 10 minutes of that. we were good friends after that.

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But Diane, now that she had avenged herself is feeling badly about her friend and wants to untie her. She had got her revenge. Why leave her like that and both girls had been tied up for some time. Diane was rubbing her wrists and her ankles trying to bring life back into her limbs and get the circulation going. She rub her hand over her mouth and lips and moisten her lips with her tongue trying to regain moisture after having been tightly gagged for quite awhile. I just smiled at her and knew the ffeling full well.

So I joined in with Diane and said that it was time to let Nancy loose. This was supposed to be a joke and not torture. Bruce agreed, but..said he was not done yet. He had more to do with Nancy, especially since she lost the contest. Diane had broken loose while Nancy could not.

Seeing how much fun Diane had tickling Nancy, Bruce decides it's his turn. He takes Nancy's shoes off and starts tickling like crazy. Nancy mmmppphhss through her gag and wiggles as much she could in a hog tie position.

Bruce gets the same feather Diane had used and tickles Nancy's nose with it. Nancy starts to sneeze and continues with more mmmppphhhs.

One of the guys runs in and says he found some interesting things in a barn right across from the cottage where wer were. Bruce unties the hogtie but keeps Nancy tied and carries her over to the barn.

As of all us are in the barn, Nancy is layed gently in a bail of hay. Diane moves towards Nancy in a apparent attempt to untie Nancy, but Bruce blocks her and threatens to tie Diane up again if she doesn't back off.

All of a suddent we hear RMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

that blasted chainsaw again. Only who was it? Bruce was here, so were allof the other guys. Bruce says "I'm out of here. Everybodyelse ran except Diane and myself. We bent over to help Nancy who was really frantic now (as if the rest of his weren't!!)

The guy with the chainsaw screams out in a villioness voice.

"LEAVE HER. GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!"

Diane wouldn't comply initially and the madman took a mean swipe barely missing Diane with that blasted chain saw. I grabbed Diane and pulled her and both took off wondering what the heck this was all about and who was this guy?

We ran outside and couldn't find anybody. But we looked back in to see what was going on and hoped for the best.

Maniac man would make swipes with his chainsaw at Nancy getting closer and closer with each swipe. We could see that Nancy was really scared so were we. Especially since everybodyelse, especially the guys had run away.

We looked back int he barn and now saw that this maniac man had lifted Nancy and put her on a table with a conveyer belt with a saw at the other end. I thought to myself, surely it doesn't work anymore and what is he up to?

Nope. Maniac man hits a switch and the saw turns on making that screetching noise. Nancy looks backward. Maniac man turns Nancy around, grabs a piece of wood and splits it in two in seconds showing the power of the saw. Nancy's eyes were like saucers.

Now Maniac Man puts Nancy back on the table and turns the conveyer belt on dragging Nancy towards the saw!

I tell Diane that we have to do something, but what could two girls do and would we be in time?

TO BE CONTINUED

I hope you can help me, if not, well I gotta find it out myself.

You told it in a way that it looks for me as I was there...

BTW, isn't it kinda dangerous to sweep with a chainsaw?

Markus

Simply sublime a quid pro quo. ;)

Save it until you have your degree :P Not being rude... just a word of advice since psychology majors seem to be disproportionally prone to 'acting expert' in their field with no real qualifications. I don't know what that is... I suppose they just want to really help the world... which is neat.

Damn what was i talking about again?

sontiogo pushed a sock into my mouth and said listen up ladies i thought it through and decided that one of you will be my girlfriend
i could not believe my ears!!![YES]
im going to haft to test you he said he rolled deseray on one couch and sontiogo started touching her cheek he ran his arms across her legs them moved on to daina he touched her in places besides the croch i dont want to talk about

he moved on to me he put his hand on my but and sort'a squeezed a little he ram his arms down to my boots
then he looked me in the face he picked me up and put me over his shoulder he carried me and put me on his bed sitting. he grabed a roll of duct tape and took the sock out of my mouth and started wrapping very tightly the duct tape around my head my cheeks were so tightly wrapped that they were sticking out a little he had three beds in his room and then he said I'll test you later and laid me dowm on his bed he said night princess sweet dreams i started rolling around on the bed MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHH IN my gag he turned out the lights and i could not move the only way was to hop but i could not get up and then he came in the room again and this time took daina and set her on another bed he went back and grabbed deseray and set her on the last bed he said guess what princess i decided to raise your curfew and he took off my boots and panty hose with scicorss and started to tickle my feet i laphed until i started to cry
then he did the same to my friends and then turned out the lights and coverd my friends with blankets and then craweld in bed next to me he wrapped his arms around me and i started to get scared i started to MMMPPPHHHH
SO did my friends he started to snor and i fell asleep that was the first day of the five day kidnapp of my boyfriend i will write about the 4 other days tommarow so expext more from me CHRISTY TEH BOUND AND GAGGED CAPTIVE

By a 9 year old kid also called Daniel.

I was showing off and saying that he couldn't tie me up.
So I just said: 'Try it...'.

But he did a pretty well job. He had to help me out...

I had a backpack filled with tapes, ropes, cloth, and other gags. I liked gagging people. Well I had taken hostage 3 dads, and 4 boys when I was pounced on. A hand clasped my mouth so I was muffled. My shirt was removed, and my stomach was tickled. 6 boys lifted me still hand gagged and carried me to a stake. I was then tied to the pole, and cloth was stuffed in my mouth. My captor was my real life worst enemy, Dillon Morran. Did I mention we were 13. Well I was then tape gagged. MMMMMPPPPHHH I cried, which in gag language means Dillon I hate you. Dillon then slapped my face. and pulled of my pants. I was standing in the wild, in my boxers. He then put tape all over me, especially my mouth. He was getting revenge because last year I gagged him and tickled his putrid feet so much he cried! He then said,"Lets take off your shoes and socks. He then tickled my feet, but I didn't cry. He punched me and left me gagged in the forest. When a member of my team unleashed me, I went for Dillon. I got him took off all his clothes, except his boxers. I then hogtied him and put 42 layers of tape on his mouth, and had previosly stuffed it with cloth. MMMMMMMMMMMM he said. I took off his socks and said time for tickle. He flexed his toes, he hated showing his feet, although girls thought they were sexy. I tickled him until he cried. Made him smell my feet and left him.

The next morning I said, that was fun. He yelled, you call tying me gagging me and stealing my clothes fun. He later tried to beat me up. But my friend was with me and we tied and gagged him in the utility closet. If anyone replies, tell me your favorite type of gag.

To be continued....

Anyway, that evening I went to bed an excited and frustrated 14 year old, but awoke the next morning with a serious problem:

I am sure that every male reader of this site will empathise with me when I confess that I had a little 'accident' during the night. When I woke up my underpants and bed sheets were all sticky where I had experienced a teenage dream, no doubt stimulated by events of the previous day.

I was absolutely mortified. I didn't want anybody to discover my embarrassment, so I was in an awful panic.

I decided to hide my pants in my travel case, and used my flannel to try and rub out the stains on the sheets, it didn't have much effect, so I just prayed that Aunt Kay wouldn't notice.

Throughout the day not much happened as I recall, then later in the afternoon Aunt Kay came out into the garden where Emily and I were playing lawn badminton.

She announced that she was going shopping, and called me over for a "word". I hurried to listen, only to be asked if "everything was ok?". I was puzzled and assured her it was. At the back of my mind I suspected that she had discovered my 'accident'.

Aunt Kay had changed to go out. She was wearing a purple satin shirt that gleamed in the sunlight, a black leather pencil skirt and a waist clinching black patent belt.

Yet again, I felt myself in awe of her presence, and intimidated by her choice of clothing.

To cut a long story short, the day continued without incident except that I remained fascinated by Aunt Kay's outfit [not for the first time!]. After she had cooked dinner and we all settled down for the evening, I noticed that her tights [or stockings? I don't know which] had thin seams running up the back of them, and she was still wearing her stileto heeled shoes even indoors. I found this so alluring.

When I went to bed that evening, I instantly knew that my 'accident' had been discovered; the bedclothes had been changed!

However, what happened next was to fundamentally shape the rest of my life.

Aunt Kay knocked on my bedroom door and asked to come in. I was already in bed so I said "ok".

She came in carrying a bag and sat down on the bed still wearing that gorgeous satin shirt and the leather skirt, and as she crossed her legs I was tantalised by the rustle of her nylon encased legs so close to me.

I was desperately anxious, but she spoke softly and somewhat sympathetically:

" Graham, you had a little accident last night didn't you?" I could feel myself blushing, and my voice was drying up , I said that I had and that I was very sorry.

"it's ok" Aunt Kay said so comfortingly "it's perfectly normal for teenage boys to have that sort of dream, I should have been prepared for it and taken some precautions". I didn't understand what she meant by this, but I was soon to find out.

" When I went shopping today, I brought these", and with that, out of the bag she was holding Aunt Kay produced a hideous pair of elasticated rubber pants, the type that would hold a baby's nappy.

"They're waterproof Graham, and I want you to wear them in bed, so that if you have any further 'accidents' you'll not dirty my bed sheets. Nobody else need know about this, just you and I, so you needn't be embarrassed. Now, I'm going to leave you to put these on, and then I would like a little chat".

With that she got up from my bed and walked slowly to the door, my eyes were fixed on the seams on her nylons " Call me when you've put your rubber pants on" Aunt Kay said placing a certain emphasis on "rubber pants"!

A guest at my Aunt's home, I was completely isolated, embarrassed and in a teenage fix. The fewer people that knew about my 'accident' the better, so I really couldn't say much, so when she left the room I changed into the rubber pants.

I am certain that at that moment my life and my sexual feelings changed, the feel of the rubber instantly excited me. I recalled the time that Aunt Kay had forced me to wear my cousin's party dress as a punishment, this was a more subtle form of discipline but ruthlessly effective on a 14 year old. I called to Aunt Kay that I was ready.

She re-entered my room, and to my astonishment she was carrying some string, the type with which she had tied my thumbs and toes the previous day during my tying up game with Emily. However, she just calmly sat down on my bed, placed the string on her lap where I couldn't avoid seeing it, and began talking to me:

I felt so embarrassed as Aunt Kay spoke at considerable length about the type of dream I had, she seemed to have quite an in depth knowledge of such matters. I was getting excited listening to her, and the soft smooth feel of the rubber pants was like torture.

Then with an air of superiority, Aunt Kay asked if I thought I got excited by being tied up, or by seeing Emily tied up? She could obviously see right through me. I managed to stumble my words out despite 'drying up' with embarrassment, I said I'd never really thought about it.

" Right then, are your rubber pants comfortable?" she smilled as she spoke. I answered that I would have to put up with wearing them I supposed!

"well" Aunt Kay continued " I think I need a little insurance policy to ensure that following our nice little chat, you don't spoil things by having another 'accident', give me your hands please Graham".

I knew what was comming as she unwound the string, so I sheepishly and slowly pulled my hands outside the bed clothes.

"place them together on my lap will you" she said, and with that began to loop the string around my thumbs, it was loose at first, but then she cinched it about a dozen times in order to create a pair of mini string cuffs that securely held my thumbs.

Can you imagine how I felt? I was trapped in rubber pants, my hands were resting on her leather skirt, whilst she efficiently tied my thumbs together.

"this will keep your hands from wandering, so much better" she remarked as she tied the excess string to the headboard, thus allowing my hands about 2 foot of movement, but preventing them from getting anywhere near the rubber pants that encased my private parts.

I don't know if her aim was to stop mefrom taking the pants off, or, if she suspected that I was playing with myself [wrong at this age!] but the effect of her restraints was to excite me even more. And I had to go to sleep in this condition .

Eventually I did get to sleep, and miraculously, avoided any 'accidents'. Shortly after I woke up in the morning, Aunt Kay knocked and entered my room. She untied my thumbs and instructed me to have a shower. She then advised me to keep the rubber pants handy and if I ever felt that an 'accident' might occur I should not hesitate but wear them.

As I said earlier, the way Aunt Kay dealt with this situation shaped my future, and continues to do so to this day.

She had a greater influence on my developing sexuality than anything or anyone else.

I will post further incidents/stories in due course. any comments/feedback is wellcome.

About sleep, there are several ways one can achieve a more regular sleep regimen. Herbal therapies usually are mild and effective, but the overall lifestyle is relevant too- plenty of books have been written about such problems.

daina was in a very tight hogtie deseray was cuffed wich hurts her by the way and i was put in a different hogtie
we were all wearing very hot clothes so i bet sontiogo could not reasist to squeeez my but a little and he had three beds in his room so he mustve been plannig this
he put me on a bed and tickle tortured us for a while he tied my arms above me and strapped them to a bed pole and did the same with my feet he tickled them for atleast an hour and rapped duct tape around my mouth and my head so i could not see literally around my head over my eyes and it was hard to pull the tape off it almost ripped out my hair
well he turned out the lights and craweld in thesame bed as me i made sure he didnt pull any sex things i would scream in my gag if he did but he was so hot im talkin [FOIN]BUFF A+ AND LIGHT BROWN SKIN [LATINO] AND HIS BLACK HAIR
well the next day he untied me and made me put on a bathing suit he tied my knees together with a belt really tight i almost cried he wore a red swim trunks wich made him look even hotter [OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW] HE TIED MY ARMS around my back and set me in the tub he put electric tape over my mouth witch was very tight he put me i nthe tub wich was huge it looked like i could run around in it for 5 min and still be runnin there was a shower in the middle like the girls locker room showers only there was one shower well he lifted my arms abouve me and tied to this hook and he tieed my feet to the pole so when he turned on the shower it felt like it was raining he left the bathroom i panicked i started to muffleMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHH MMPHHH MMMMMMMMMMMMMM
I STARTED TO SCREAM IN MY GAG
i pulled on the shower head to hard and broke it off i fell to the hard floor and couldnot get up sontiogo came in and picked me up and said well you passed the first test i was very confused had he wanted me to fall in his bathroom he heaved me over his shoulder and me struggling to get free he did the same with dainia and deseray he said deseray you have failed and untied her and said you call any body about this and i will spread photos of you in a bra and panty hose on the web she agreed and left and he grabbed me and dainia and took us into the kitchen and tied me and dainia to chairs he made scrambled eggs and pancakes he fed us with our hands behind our backs and then tied my best friend in a hog tie and me in a like belt over the knees and tape around my socks so my feet could not move and gagged me with masking tape the white kind the jumbo white kind and strapped my hands to my knees with nylon rope and he set my friend daina over the floor and he stuck in a movie my fav[ghost busters one ]
after the movie was done he called a few friends and then heaved me and daina to his room he tickled tortre dainia and i for hours that ends the second day of the five day kidnapp of my hot boyfriend bye ill write soon

what can i do with those items to selftie myself with me havinig to use the key?

I say best because of the adrenaline rush you'll get every time you almost get the courage to ask (expect it will take more than one try) - kind of like the rush you get while bound when you're not sure you'll be able to get free.

And best because it's by far the safest.

Plus with the right friend doing the tieing, , you won't be able to get loose until he/she lets you go, so if inescapable bondage is your thing, there you go.

Good luck, and write if you do.

Anyway, my birthday was on the 12th (Saturday), and I had a party over Friday night. Those in attendance were three of my friends, let's call them Mark, Matt and Mindy. (Obviously fake names, and obviously two males and one female,) Also my girlfriend was there. Let's call her G, for time's sake.

Anyway, this next paragraph will be the descriptions, so for those interested, read ahead, for those not, well, next paragraph will be story. I'm average height and weight, a tad on the muscular-y side thanks to weight training at school, but definitly not 'ripped'. I have short brown hair. I was wearing a black Motorhead T-shirt, blue jeans, and a Led Zeppelin hat. I'm 15/16 over the time of this story. Mark is average height and weight as well, with dirty blonde hair going down to about his jaw. He was wearing a solid blue long sleeve shirt and navy blueish cargo pants. He is 15. Matt is a bit taller than everyone else and a bit stronger than everyone else. He has short, black hair. He was wearing a black element(skating company) shirt and blue jeans. He is 16.
Mindy is a tad short, average weight, and has an average chest. She has long, blonde hair. She was wearing a tight, yellow T-shirt which had some stupid catch phrase with sexual innuendo, which I cannot remember what it was right now, and tight blue jeans. She is 15. My girlfriend is average height, average weight, and has a large chest. (I know you all think I'm full of it, but I'm calling it as it is) She has shoulder length black hair. She was wearing a tight solid pink T-shirt and tight blue jeans. She is 15.

Woo, remember all that? Alright, I don't have a huge chunk of time, so here's part of the story, which I will try to finish tommorow.

We were generally partying in my basement all Friday night, watching movies, listening to music, occasionally prowling the streets messing around etc. We spent most of the time and slept in the basement, which has recently been renovated to be more like a lounge then it was before, as that is the big thing in our neighborhood now. it has carpet, nice sofas, a fairly good TV, and empty space for whatever. In this case, cots.

I woke up at around 10 Saturday morning to see i was the first up. I went upstairs and made some waffles (the REAL ones, not those friggin ego waffles), and started to get the place ready for breakfast. My dad had left for work, and my mom was still sleeping. The next person up was Matt. He sat down and started to eat, as did I. The last three people, Mark, Mindy and G all came up at the same time about a half hour later, and we sat with them as they ate. For the record, we were still in the clothes we wore friday, as we didn't bring a change of clothes, being the informal people we are.

We went back downstairs afterwords, and put on a movie, Land of the Dead. My friends were telling me the way through occasionally that they had organized a great present for me. (Obvious to YOU what is it, but at the time I was unassuming.) After the film, they told me to sit on the sofa, watch TV and wait while they got it ready. I did.

About 5 minutes later my girlfriend called for me to come to the other side of the basement. I did, and it was just them standing there. I asked what was the present, and seeing some of them with their hands behind their backs, the gears began to turn. We all, (or at least most of us,) openly share an affection of light, clean bondage. And all of this finally made me realize what was happening. They jumped on me almost at the same time. I was pinned to the ground as duct tape was wrapped around my wrists, upper arms, ankles and upper legs. My girlfriend knows duct tape is my favorite.

G then pulled out something we had used on each other occasionally (in private), a ballgag. I didn't really enjoy ballgags, but they were effective. It was quickly inserted in my mouth, and I 'mmmph'ed into it a little bit. Finally, they all stood back and watched me struggle. I was confused as to what now. Well, they had planned for that. They carried me up to my room, and put me down on the bed. Mark and Mindy left the room and Matt and G watched me squirm and made sure I didn't get away. They both tickled me a little, but not to the point of tickle torture.

Finally Mark and Mindy returned, with a bag of something in tow. They reached in and pulled out a cloth, which I was promptly blindfolded with. The bag was also full of more tape, as I later found out, as they resecured and added to my bonds. I was hoisted over someone's shoulder and carried around to who knows I where. I eventually felt I was outside (the drop to about 30 degrees was the big hint) and I guessed we were walking through the woods to somewhere.

Eventually I was set down, and the blindfold removed. We were in the toolshed outside Matt's house. I looked at them, puzzled. "Now," said Matt, "This is where the real part of your present comes in!"

Ooooh, I'm ending there for now! I'll have time to finish tommorow/sunday-ish. Please, feedback!

Did your parents ever know you played tie up games or did they ever notice any rope burnes on your wrists ?

Please post your next part of your story soon.

PLEASE COMMENT

I'm currently working on the story. Stay tuned.

Part 2

The bathroom is not the best place to go. Katie was steamed at me and Emma all night, but mostly me, because im the guy and always guilty. We on the main floor and just watching tv and nature called. When I got back, the lights were dimmed. "Guys...where'd you go? This isn't funny...guys?" I flicked on the lights and searched about. I thought I heard a rustling on the basement landing and went to check it out. All I saw was Emma's cat, Fluffy. Then, a gloved hand clamped down over my mouth and I was dragged into the closet. The lights came on and Emma covered my screaming mouth and Katie began securely taping me to a wooden chair, using a whole wack of tape. It was rather tight. She tied my legs to either of the front legs. They ran out of tape and panicked a little. Emma held my mouth tight, but I was fighting and mmmphing, trying to bite through the glove. Katie left for a second and came back with a blue bandana. Emma's hand was replaced with a rather large bandanna, tied over my mouth, securely. "Mmmmmmmmph!" Shhh, they both said, both raising an index finger to their lips. "That'll teach you to mess with me," Katie said. They chuckled and left, leaving me their for about 30 minutes, then let me go.

Hope to see you soon

To Leah
hes right your e-mail doesn't work... i could trade you tied up girl pics... but not in a school uniform. thats it, email me so we can talk... please.

The story happened about 2 years ago, when i was in 8th grade

the 9th grade boys and my guy friends were kind of having like a battle in school....the rules were they could do ANYTHING if no one got hurt, or in trouble, and no matter what the other team did you couldnt tell the teachers.

they just took a few notebooks, ripped up papers that were supposed to be handed in...nothing TOO huge.

one friday night we had a lock in at school, basically a huge sleepover for everyone. It was still early in the yr so it was warm enough for us to stay outside, even late into the night. The lock in was supposed to be the last ngiht of the battle, the final show down, and all of us were excited to see what happened.

Now im best friends with the boys on the 8th grade side, pretty much closer to them than my girl friends, and i think the 9th graders new that.

Around 11:00, the msuic was turned up extremely loud out in the courtyard and everybody was dancing th enight away. Mitch, an egotistical 9th grader, called me into the lounge and said that Zack wanted to talk to me. Zack is one of my best friends, and later that night i found out he kind of liked me. Mitch said he was in the bag room, where all of the kids put their stuff so its not in the middle of the halls. I walked into the room and flicked on the lights, (they were off), and was jumped but Kyle. Kyle is Mitchs right hand man, also egotistical. Kyle had me up against the wall in a second, while Mitch locked the door.

i screamed once, but to no avail. No one could hear me over the music outside.

"This will go alot easier and faster if you dont do that again," kyle said.

they told me this was all part of the "game", and that the 8th graders would now know who they were "messin' with".

i was still completely pushed against the wall,a feeling i didnt quite mind, and totally helpless. Kyle brought my arms behind my back, and wrapped about 6 layers of ductape around my wrists, and then above my elbows.

I didnt get that much of a protest in befor mitch wrapped the tape around my mouth about 3 times. which was very painful taking off later, because of my hair.

i stopped sqirming, cause iv enjoyed being tied up since i was about 10.

They pushed me into a corner and wraped tape around my ankles and thighs.

I was completely helpless (not minding it TOO much..hey, it was just a game)

Kyle stayed in the room with me, while mitch disapeared.
kyle said he called in a favor with the janetors and got all of the doors in the school unlocked. i was pretty confused, by i guess i wouldnt be staying in the small room for too long

mitch came back with zack, and he FREAKED OUT when he saw me and tried to get to me, but was soon completely restrained by 3 other 9th graders.
Kyle told him the stakes were now raised, and in a half an hour i would be left alone somewhere in the school and they would have to find me.

they pushed him out of the room befor he could say anything, or befor i could mmmmphghh somthing

After zack was gone, mitch rolled in this little...trolly like thing? the top of it was a podiam...but it had wheels, and a little compartment on the bottem. they lifted me up and put me in the compartment, very cramped.

i was still pretty excited about the whole thing, cause i had never been kidnapped like this befor.

they rolled me through the halls to the elevator, since the trolly thing couldnt really make it up the stairs.

they rolled me to the skywalk, which looks out over the entire courtyard, which is where zack and the rest of the gang was

kyle told mitch to "go get them ready" as we sat there in the dark.

i guess mitch gabe kyle a signal, because he said "showtime" and he lifted me up out of the cramped space.
He pushed me up against the glass window, and i could see mitch smiling a ways down and across the courtyard. Zack and the rest of the younger boys were standing around completely shocked. kyle pushed my head against the glass. It looked like zack ran for the door to get into the school, with mitch right after him.

kyle pushed me back down to my secret little hole.he ran me up the hall and into a classroom, i wasnt sure which, it was still dark and i was getting lightheaded because of the tape around my head

he pushed the troll against the wall, opening TOWARDS the wall, so nobody would be able to tell i was there, and he ran out. i tried to push it away from the wall, but it was alottt heavier than i thought.

after about 15 minutes of nearly passing out, i heard zack screaming my name whle running through the halls

i tried to scream as hard as i could, but just made out a few "MMMMFGHHHS!!'

nothing to helpful

i heard a large THUD and a struggle, and figured mitch and kyle had caught up to zack. the door to the room i was in opened, and i heard alot of heavey breathing.

the rolling thing backed away from the wall, and the lights were on. mitch had a gun to the back of zacks head. Dont worry, it was just a water gun, but zack didnt know that.

WELL! let me know if your interested in the rest....

I thanked Mark, Matt and Mindy for my wonderful, wonderful present, then carried her back to my house. I took her up to my room, layed her down on the bed, and wrapped tape around her and the entire bed, effectivly securing her to it. I removed her blindfold and smiled at her. She clearly was not told about this part of the trick. I let her struggle for a bit, then decided to leave her there, as she has done to me occasionally.

I returned about an hour and a half later to find her gone. I quickly backed into a wall, expecting her to jump out at me, as It's happened before, but nothing. I called her name, nothing. Now I was getting a little worried. I went outside and looked around, then called her cell phone. Nothing. I went back inside into the open arms of my girlfriend. She threw me to the ground, and three of her friends, we'll call them Ally, Amy and Amelia, tackled me as well. They managed to lift me into a rolling computer chair, and secured me to it. (Funny, because I've been tied in this chair before.) My socks were removed, one was put in my mouth and duct tape was applied over it. I knew I was in for it now.

The girls rolled me into a walk in closet in one of the guest rooms, where I was greeted by Matt, tied to a wooden hardback chair and gagged with the ballgag. Apparently, G was very, very angry about being betrayed. The girls went back out to get Mark and Mindy while Matt and I tried to break free. I tried to push over to him, but I couldn't push the thing on such a thick carpet. Maybe a half hour later, I can't be sure, Mindy was carried in, bound and gagged to another chair. Eventually, Mark was in too, and now we were screwed.

We were each assigned to be tortured by a different girl. Me by G, of course, Mark by Amy, Matt by Ally, Mindy by Amelia. G managed to get me, in the chair up the stairs and into my room. She pulled me off the chair, and as my ankles and wrists had been bound seperatly, I could not escape. She threw me on the bed and flipped me on my back. She left me like this for a second until she returned with ice. I tried to struggle, but she sat on my while she rubbed ice around the small of my back. I "mmmph"ed ferociously, but it didn't do anything. She taunted me a bit, then flipped me back over, and left for a second. She came back with Amy and Amelia, and they managed to get me tied spread eagle on the bed in nothing but my boxers, which G knows is my achilles heel: it's happened to me so many times she knows its what I hate most.

Amelia and Amy left. G wished me a happy birthday and tickled the **** out of me. (Not Literally) After what was probably an hour or so she was called out, and when she came back she informed me that everyone else had been set free and were gone, and the other girls were gone, and now I had no hope of being released. She did so with a certain amount of over-dramatics, just to get me angry. She tickled me more, used more ice, used things like electric toothbrushes and such for what could have been three hours for all I know. Finally she informed me she was done. She untied me, and gave me back my clothes.

The rest of the story is romantically overtoned, so I leave it out, (nothing sexual, mind you,) but yeah, it was in fact a happy birthday.

BTW, PJ, If you think they are bad stories, you could post them if you want. Maybe we like ´em.

WELL, the water gun was to his head, and he was in complete disgust that they had caught up with him. He also never looked hotter in his LIFE

Well, i was still completely imobalized (spelling) and verrrry lightheaded. My arms were starting to hurt from being behind my back for so long, and my legs really needed to be stretched out.

They pushed Zack into on of the chairs. the pulled his arms behind him and the back rest, and taped them to the back legs of the chair. He was trying to talk, but kyles hand was tightly clamped over his lips, also extremmmmely hot.

Mitch had gotten me up, and sat me down on the teachers desk, which was EXTREMELY uncomfortable. Kyle went to grab the tape, removing his hand from zacks mouth.

"you are taking this WAY to far, and Laura isnt even INVOLVED in this!"

aw..he was sticking up for me!

Kyle quickly wrapped tape around his head, several times, and bound his feet to the from legs of the chair.

his arms were streched (stretched?) pretty far behind him, which thrusted his chest out, revealing his small boyish abs through his shirt....oh god, i almost died!

some more ninth graders game into the room, and carried me out. I had already discovered trying to make noise wouldnt help, so i just stared at Zack until i was completely out of site.
One of the taller boys threw me over his shoulder and carried me alllll he way down the long, long hall to the stairs to the gym.

They sat me down in the middle of the gym.

I started to get a little scared...id been tied up now for a little over an hour...which was COMPLETELY uncalled for.

Kyle told me we would be going for a little ride, and i started to scream prettyyyy fiercly through the tape. I was totally not ready to be taken off school grounds as a captive.....helllll no that was not happening

I didnt know just how far they would take this...i mean, they were only in ninth grade and i didnt think any of them were ready to commit a crime of KIDNAPPING.

one of the ninth graders older brother pulled his massive van up to the gym doors...still the music in the courtyard was so loud, nobody could have heard it. they loaded me into the PITCH BLACK back of the van, and i was nearly hyper ventalating.

the small like in the back was turned on, only for me to see some of the more attractive 7th graders trussed up a smuch as i was laying next to me.

one of them had the most terrified expression, and the other was unconscious (spelling)

now i knew it was more serious than befor...

we drove around for about a half an hour, just lying helplessly in the back of a van.

we finally parked, i hoped back at the school, and i was blindfolded.

i had started to work the bind on my wrists, but i guess they noticed and wrapped atleast 6 more layers of tape around them.

i had absolutely NO idea where i was, untill i smelled the scent of the gym, THANK GOD!

i wasnt quite sure of the direction i was being carried in, but atleast i knew i was back in the school.

we went up some stairs, and i was placed on the floor somwhere. i heard the people walk away, and leave me in total silence and darkness. i still wasnt sure where i was, so i didnt wanna start rowling around on the floor, fearing i would roll right down a few flights of stairs. ouch.

after a few minutes of laying around not knowing what in the hell was going on, i finally heard running feet getting closer and closer.

my blindfold was removed, and it was ZACK! oh i was so excited to see him. Turns out we were on the top floor (duh, i was carrid up some stairs) and the end of the hallway. he took out a knife and cut the tape on my arms and legs, and finally removed the tape gag. wow, that was extremmmely painful to remove. we hugged eachother for the longest time, breathing heavely, untill we noticed Kyle at the other end of the hallway running towars us.

He was only a few yards away from us when we bolted down the stairs. I dont think i have ever run as fast as that in my life. We pushed through the doors to find everyone still dancing with insanely loud music, and we fell over onto the grass out of breath. We layed in eachothers arms trying to get some air back into ur lungs, when i noticed his bloodied lip and the TONS of bruises on his arms.

"no one was aloud to get hurt"

heh, so much for THAT rule.

Zack apologized multiple time for letting them touch me, and practically confessed his love for me. That was a shocker....

we wanted to tell the teachers, but we knew they would just deny it. And there wa sno proof, despite the mad amounts of tape burns all over my body. Even zacks bruises and cuts would do nothing, kyle would just tell everyone they got into a fight.

there was nothing we could do, except keep and eye on eachother the rest of the night. By that i mean never leaving eachothers sides. Who knows what they had planned....

well the night was pretty calm after that, and everyone just thought me and Zack were missing because we were having an intense makeout session....heh, its not like i would have minded.

Eventually, the 7th graders showed up, scared crapless.

ofcourse they wouldnt tell the teachers, the ninth graders were sooo much bigger than them, they knew better.

even now, 2 years later, kyle and mitch will try to freak me out by sneaking a roll of duct tape into my locker

hope you liked it!

ill post some of my other experiences another time..

When will your next part of the story be ready cant wait to read it.

Also, i was just wondering if anyone knows of any sites where there are free pics and videos of men tied up, but minimal nudity

could someone post a story of self bondage preferribly male?

now i know it doesnt sound true...but thats most likely because you dont know the ninth graders (now 11th)

they were plenty capable of pulling up, cause were still pretty intimidated by them...i think they knew we wouldnt have told

but, i guess me posting it is opening it up to both positive and negative comments...

ha, and yes me and Zack are still together....

BTW, any idea of what we could do to Mitch and Kyle?

thanks guys!

The bad thing is that I´m not allowed to drive on open roads.

Have fun, but don't let any "Turkeys" tie you up !

I have this 8ft or so long white rope its not to thin as to cut but thin enough as to bend when u make a lope in it. but as it is long and orf course our parents can't find out so i wound it around my leg and so it was hiddin under my jeans... no one could tell the diffrence.
Along with that i brought a strip of old blue jean (it realy works) and some other rope thats more mabby close line... i don't know and i bandana thing. all that i hid in my pockets.
when i got there her mom and sister had gone out [i don't know where i didn't ask] and her dad who is likes cars was out side working on his "'cuda" he told us to be good and went out to the garage. we said we would.
we sat and wached tv (she has cable... i don't) and just hung around, doing nothing realy. (i think we acualy played cards at some point ne way) We were on the coauch when the rope around my leg started to slide off, so i had a tail coming out of in my jeans.
"i had just got up to fix it and she saw it.
"whats that?" she asked
I didn't respond i just turned and takled her. she struggled but not realy and she was just laughing about how exited i was.
I turned her over and held her wrists together then using some of the rope string in my pocket (pre loped) i tied her wrist together. after finishing i cupt my hand over her mouth and told her to stand up then i walked her into her room down the hall.

i laid her on her bed the hured over to her drawer and pulled out some pantihose... (i was looking for socks [mine from home would have been to big] but i found the pantihose first so thats what i used.) oh no she said when she figerd out what i was gunna do, before she could say anything else i stuffed the pantihose into her mouth. then i took the jeans strip and wraped it around her head and knoted it in the back.
she struggled and mmmmmppfffttt the usally sound... i think she was asking if i was done but i wasn't. with what was left of the thick rope i pulled her legs up and tied the extra pease to the wrist tieing. then as a finishing touch i took the bandana thing i had and blind folded her.

"now i said, i will give you some time to get out, im gunna go whach tv but in 5 min i will be back and if your not out youll be sorry."

I sat on the couch and caught my breath i couldn't belive that i had tied up my girl frend. While i was sitting there her dad came in got a drink of water and asked where Katie was, oh, i said shes in the bathroom. and with that he went back out side.

After the 5 min were up i walked back into her room, she was still tied up.
I looked at her and smiled (i think every one knows what im about to do. {smiles.}) she looked back at me i think she knew what was coming. i started with her ungarded sides tikling her the worked all the way down to her feet.

After a wile i took the gag out of her mouth and asked her how she was. she asked if i was going to untie her and i said yes. she got this mischevus look in her eye and turned over so i could untie her. i untied her ankels and was about to untie her wrists when to my saprize she pulled them apart and i relized she had just untied herself.
Ha! she said as she fliped me, saprized, over "Your Turn!"

Just to let all of you know, iv never let anybody else (besides Zack) know about the whole bondage deal...so me finding this site is prettyyyy awesome..well..for me...and i guess for you all, if you like my stories

but, seriously, thank you all for having this site...its really gonna help all of my friends NOT knowing

i just got off the phone with zack...and told him about the site and whatnot.

He says the top three stories that i could post are...

where we were both "kidnapped" by his baseball team for his birthday

when i was his captive for the entire weekend

orrr the one game of man hunt at a party..

lemmie know which one you wanna hear!

Me - Black AC/DC Shirt with jeans and Joe Boxer socks. (no shoes allowed in Lauren’s house)

Lauren - Pink and green “Prep” shirt with light blue jeans and Hanes socks for girls.

Chelsea - Black Teen Titans shirt with dark blue jeans and Hanes socks for boys.

Alright, onto the story.

Last Monday at school, Lauren came up to me before a class (I was with her cousin) and told me that I was going to her house on Tuesday night to watch a movie with her and Chelsea. I didn’t want to go, because hanging out with these two girls are like hanging out with devilish little children.

I made up some excuse to not go, but Lauren saw right through it.

“Sure, sure. My parents will be with my sister at a horse riders banquet, so be at my house by 7 or else Chelsea and I will take you hostage.” Lauren said.

I thought nothing of it at the time, because they were typically always joking around about things like that, but I was apparently wrong about their banter.

Sitting at home on Tuesday night, around 6:00, I decided to tell my parents that I was going over to her house to watch a movie and wouldn’t be home until around 10:30 or so. That was my normal curfew (yes, I’m still in the battle with that one), and I lived just around the corner from her, so they were ok with it.

At 7:00, I left my house and began walking down the pitch black street to the corner. As soon as I turned the corner, I was that there was a light on in Lauren’s room, but nowhere else in the house. I approached the front door (at about 7:03 - yes, they are very picky about being RIGHT on time) when the two of them popped out of the bushes and attempted to scare me. It didn’t really work; you have to expect everything with those two.

“You’re late. Lauren and I told you what would happen if you were not her by 7.” Chelsea said.

“Yeah, now we’re gonna take you hostage.” Lauren said.

“Whatever.” was all I said. I was actually kind of curious to see what exactly they would do, so I played along with their game.
They led me down to the basement where we were going to watch the movie. Lauren told me to sit down somewhere, because she had to get the movie from her room. I went and sat down on the big couch with Chelsea. After a few minutes of talking, Lauren came back into the basement with the movie. She also had a roll of duct tape.

“Alright Jake, we told you that we were going to take you hostage if you weren’t here at 7:00.” Lauren said as Chelsea went behind the bar and pulled out a wooden chair.

They sat the chair next to the couch, in front of the TV.

“Sit down, Jake.” Chelsea said.

Of course I was very excited about what might happen. I could take a guess at it, and boy was it right. I promptly (but not too eagerly) sat down in the chair.

“Put your hands behind the chair.” Lauren said, and I did so. She wrapped the duct tape around my wrists so they formed an x. She used a lot of tape, and when she was done, I could hardly even more them.

“Wow, this is pretty secure.” I said, foolishly.

“Shut him up, Lauren.” Chelsea said.

“Alright, alright.” Lauren replied, and put a piece of tape on my mouth. She then proceeded to tape both of my ankles to the legs of the chair. She taped around my lap and the chair, and then my back and the chair. She used so much tape that by the time she was done, I was stuck pretty good.

“There, I think that’s good.” Lauren said, as she walked over and put the movie on.

While they were intently watching the movie and once in a while taking a quick glance over at me, I pushed the tape gag off my mouth with my tongue.

“Hey look,” Chelsea said as she looked over “Jake has his gag off.”

She grabbed the tape and walked over to me. She threw the old gag out, and then wrapped tape around my head 3 or 4 times. I was obviously very excited, but I tried my best to hide it. I think it worked.

“MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHH” was all I could mutter into the gag. I tried freeing myself of the bonds, but to no prevail. I just decided to sit back and watch the movie.

After about an hour, the girls paused the movie and walked over to me.

“Tell ya what we’re gonna do,” Lauren said “we’re gonna put you in the bathroom like this and lock the door. We’re going to go get some food, so we’ll be gone for about a half hour, and if you escape by the time we get back, we will allow you to watch the movie without being tied up.”

“MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH.” was all I could respond with.

With this said, they picked up either side of the chair and carried me into the basement bathroom, which was the one her mom used all the time. They set me down in the middle and walked out. They shut the door and used a key to lock the doorknob so I couldn’t get out.

I heard their footsteps go upstairs, into the hallway, and out the door. I began working frantically to undo the bonds, but there was so much tape that I couldn’t even get a little tear in it. Looking behind me, I saw Lauren’s mom’s vanity. I thought that there must be something in there.

I began moving over there by using the balls of my feet to slowly but surely push myself over. After what seemed like 10 minutes, I finally had my back up against the vanity. I used my fingers to open the top drawer, and then shoved m hands in to wedge it open some more. I turned myself sideways so I could look in, and only saw a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, and a bunch of face cleaner. Nothing useful. I tried my hardest to pull my hands down low enough to open the second drawer. After 5 minutes, I got it open. I looked inside and saw nail polish, makeup, and a little pair of those nail scissors.

I reached for the scissors, and after a while, finally got them. I began trying to cut the tape off of my hands. After 10 minutes or so, I finally got the stupid tape off. I freed my hands, and began unwinding the tape around my chest, lap, and ankles.

I was just finishing getting the tape off my ankles when I heard the screen door open upstairs. I jumped up from I where I was, and decided to get some payback. I frantically looked through the other drawers, and found some of her mom’s panties. I grabbed 3 of them and ran into the shower, pulling the curtain behind me.

I heard a click of the lock, and the door slowly creeked open.

“Jake, come on, Chelsea is upstairs with the foo--” Lauren was saying as she looked into the bathroom. She walked over to the chair, and when her back was facing me, I opened up the little crack between the curtain and the wall and jumped out at her.

I wrapped one hand around her mouth and one hand around her chest, pinning her arms down.

“Ok Lauren, now it’s time for my revenge.” I said, very wickedly.

To be continued

However, the second sounds really good, about you being a captive for an entire weekend.