As the bus drove up into the camp, we all stared out the windows. This was a beautiful place in the mountains. I knew this wasn't a normal summer camp, due to the fact that these teens weren't really here cause they wanted to be. I was sort of a summper camp/counselling place. All the teens except for me and the others that were spending this summer helping out here, instead of partying the summer away with our friends.
Mr. Greg as we called him was the camp counselor here, and he was waiting for us at the main building. Everyone unloaded from the bus, and gathered the gear they'd brought with them. All the teens went into the main building, while us volunteers stayed outside for a moment to talk to Mr. Greg.
He thanked us for volunteering, and then warned us that sometimes these kids can be really difficult to handle. Then he told us to handle them the best we could. We were all teens here, so we could deal with them like we would any other teen that gave us trouble.
The first week went by pretty normal, you know for a camp with about 80 teens all from places like reform school, and such. Then things got a little interesting. Our panties and other intimate things kept going missing. and there were these two boys that kept hasseling us girl volunteers. We slept in different cabins from the boys who were volunteering, so we had to deal with these two on our own.
My friend Mandi was showing, when she got a surpise. The boy Jared was peeping at her from a hole in the side of the shower wall. She screamed out that there was someone outside the cabin looking in at her. Sara, Lisa, Christal and myself ran outside and found Jared and Daniel running off into the trees.
The next day we were down by the water swimming, when we spotted those two watching up from the bushes. The boys were suppose to be with the others down stream, but instead they were watching us. We were wearing a lot less than those reform school girls.
Michael, Shawn, and Denver told us that they'd handle them, but we told them that we could do it just fine. That night Sara took a note to the boys, asking them to come for a swim with us. Of course they showed up, but it wasn't a swim we had in mind. Jared showed up first, cause Daniel was doing something back at the cabin that was making him show up late.
When Jaren showed up, he saw us standing at the edge of the water wearing our bikinis. He got this really big smile on his face. He told us that it was about time that we gave into him. We just laughted and came over to him.
Christal and I stood in front of him, while Sara and Lisa went around behind him.
"We've got a surprise for you."
Lisa whispered in his ear, then her and Sara pulled some rope out of the bushes, where we'd stached it earlier. They tied the rope around his wrists then tossed the rope up over a tree limb above him.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He wasn't liking this very much. He struggled as the ropes were pulled to where his arms were raised and stretched out above him. The ropes were tied off to keep hims just like that.
"We're just gonna have some fun."
I said this to him, and then gently kissed his lips. He tried kissing me back, but I moved away before he could.
Just then we heard his friend Daniel coming. I got my hand over Jared's mouth before he yelled out and spoiled our fun. Christal grabbed a sock from our pile of clothes, and when I moved my hand away it was quickly stuffed into his mouth. It filled his mouth so much that it pinned his tongue down where he couldn't use it to spit the sock out.
We hid behind the bushes at the edge of the water, and waiting for Daniel to show up, and he did in just a moment.
First when he spotted Jared, he just laughted at him. Daniel thought it was funny seeing Jared tied up like that.
He turned quickly when he heard us. He watched us come out from behind the bushes.
"Oh hell no."
He said this when he saw that Lisa and Sara had some rope in their hands. Daniel got the idea that he was about to end up like his friend. He turned to run, but we tackled him. Within moments he was strung up like his friend. He got a sock stuffed in his mouth at well.
Both boys kept moaning into their gags, and we wanted them quiet. I got a roll of duct tape out of the bag I'd hidden. We used it to wrap about theie heads and over their sock gagged mouths. We did this good enough that they couldn't be heard any more.
Then we brought out the interesting supplies that we'd brought with us. Jared and Daniel saw that we had cans of whipping cream, chocolate, and girls panties (clean ones of course) The boys were only wearing their swim trunks so it was easy to get them undressed.
Then we got them into the panties.
"We know how much you like our panties. Right boys?"
Sara said to them. Of course they couldn't answer, but their eyes said a lot. We then started spraying them with the whipped cream, making patterns on their mostly bare bodies, we used the chocolate too. This was way fun, and the boys looked so cute.
After we had them all fixed up, we went to the waters edge, got out of our bikinis and got into the water for a swim. The boys had to stand there tied, gagged, and covered in whipped cream and chocolate, was just watch us. They were use to watching us, but this was more fun for us then them.
After we swam awhile, we got out and infront of our little captives, we dried each other off, kind of going slow to bothers the boys alittle. We could tell that it was working by the buldge in the panties they were wearing. After we got dressed we each took a turn at kissing the boys on they sock gagged tapped mouths, then we told them we'd see them in the morning. This got them to really struggle but they were stuck for the night.
That morning, everyone wanted to go swimming after breakfast. Our little captives were discovered and the entire campe got a major laught out of it. Of course Mr. Greg looked at us and asked if this was our handy work. We smiled said yes, and told him about the panties going missing, and shower peeping.
The boys got untied, ungagged, cleaned up, and dressed in their own clothes. We didn't have anything else go missing, and we didn't have anymore peeping going on. However we made two new friends, and each summer, since they got out of reform school, we meet up at a camp ground, or someplace out in the country for privacy, and have some tie up fun.
We are all really good friends, and we have a lot of fun with our tying up of each other. Jared and Daniel eventually brought two other friends, Alec, and Tony, to join us. That was us four girls each had a boy to play with.

I'm a 21 year old from Norway. The content of this story is about me being tied up at a barn by my friend Jenny. She is 20 now. It happened about 2 years ago.

I live at a farm, and have to do the duties there when my parents are away. This time my parents were gone for a weekend and I was in charge of the farm. My friend Jenny had promised me to help me with milking and feeding one afternoon. Jenny had been a friend of mine since we were small children.

She showed up around 5 in the afternoon. She was wearing a green coverall. I love the look of a girl in a coverall. I also love wearing one myself. I also got dressed, and wore a dark blue coverall.

"So you wear proper equipment" I said to her.
"Yes, I wear this when I work at home" she answered.
We entered the barn and I told her that she could get sawdust and put on the floor at the cows while I fed them.
She began doing that before she asked me, "Why are the cows tied? Wouldn't it be better if they walked around?"
I answered "What's wrong with being tied up?"
"Oh would you like it", she replied.
"I would only free myself" I said.
"So if I tie you up, you think you could get away?"
"Easy" I said hoping that she would try.
"OK. Where do you keep your rope?" She said.
I pretended that I didn't want it so much, but I showed her. There was some green rope, and some duct tape.
"OK. All I need right here" she said. "Now stand with your back to that pole." She commanded me in a strict way. The pole was about twice as thick as lamppost. I walked over an posed. She grabbed my arms and twisted the behind the pole. She then grabbed the duct tape and wrapped it around my wrists about five times or so. She was doing it fast so I couldn't count.
I felt really stuck.
"You won't have a chance" she said. "Yeah right" I replied.
There I was being tied up by a girl in a coverall, wearing a coverall myself. Could I enjoy myself more.
Next she grabbed my legs and put them close to each other. I resisted a little, but she commanded me to put them close. Then she wrapped duct tape around my knees and behind the pole. The same with my ankles.
"Good luck" she said.
I got more and more stuck, and enjoyed it more and more.
Then she got a piece of rope and tied it to my wrists. Then she tied the other end down to my feet. This was really clever. I was like a kind of hogtie.
Then it was time for more duct tape. She wrapped it several times around my chest and the pole. I couldn't move an inch. You would think that she had done this a thousand times before.
"There. And you think you can get loose. Think again"
"Just give me a short time" I said.
Now there's only one thing missind she told me. I understood quick that it was a gag. "You're not going to speak while I enjoy feeding the cows".
"Noommmmmmmppphhh".
My mouth was shut by som kind of cloth she shoved in my mouth. Quickly she stripped my mouth with a piece of duct tape. This tape was really strong so there was no chance of getting rid of it.
"Enjoy" she said and began working. "Mmmmmmmmmmmpppphh" I said. I stood there with no chance of getting loose watching her walk around in her coverall. I enjoyed it a lot.
Jenny came from a farm herself so she knew what to do when milking the cows. I guess it went almost two hours before she was done. Then she talked to me.
"I'm done with your duties and you're still tied up. Looks like i was right and you were wrong."
I mmphed at her.
"Oh you still think you can get loose?"
I began getting numb in my hands from the tight tie-up. And one part of me had gotten enough, but I really enjoyed my position.
She walked out of the barn and I wondered what she was doing now.
She didn't come back and I tried to get loose. Nothing worked. I was tied up too good.
After two more hours she came back. Laughing. She still wore her coverall.
She ripped my gagged of and pulled out the piece of cloth.
"Where have you been?"
"Shut up, or I'll place the gag back on"
Butmmmmmmmpph mmmmmmmppphh. She really meant it.
"Ok, I will untie you now, but you have to admit that I was right."
I nodded, my hands were to numb to be tied up anymore.
She had found a small knife which she used to cut the ties. When she was finished untieing me, I checked her work in the barn. I told her that she had done a good job.
She was acting like a know-it-all and it irritated me. I wanted to tie her up before she took off her coverall, but the revenge is another story:)

we all left straight after school to the swimming club which is in Alisters back garden (he has a massive pool and we all go in for free and say its a club but it isnt really) anyway we all got there and took turns getting changed i was first then chelsea we went in to the pool and got in but none of the boys came out so chelsea went to see where they where she was gone for ages and when she came back out she asked me to come in cause Alister wanted to talk to me shew ent back in and i got out and walked in. i called but no one answerd then i went in to the down staires bathroom and no one was there i went to turn around but all of a sudden someone slapped there hand over my mouth it was a very unsuspected shock and i immediatly started to mmmpphhh as much as i could.

whoever it was very franicly pulled me in to the living room. someone els started laughing it was obviously chelsea i mmppphhhed even more starting to struggle but whoever it was was stronger then me it was obviously one of the boys i kicked and frasted my arms trying to hit them as much as i could then i heard alister say alllright calm down we just want to no why you enjoy being tied up so much. he unhand gagged me and threw me on the sofa

i got staraight up and ran towards Alister and started puncing him and kicking him but then someone pulled me arm and pulled me down when i looked up i found it was chelsea she said allright if you want a fight at least make it someone who can hit you back i got up and started on her but she is a much beter fighter then me and in no time hand me on the floor in a slippers hold "come on kath just give up now and let us tie you up either that or pass out" i started trying to fit her but she had a really good grip and i could feel myself starting to pass out "ok ok ok just let me go" i cryed gasping for breath she realsed throwing me towards the floor i layed on the floor for a minuet thinking of what was the best thing to do i mean yes i like being tied up but god knows what they was gong to do to me once i was tied i decied my best idea would be 2 try and run for it so i got up and legged it towards the door which i found was locked i then ran upstaires and locked myself in the bathroom.

once i was safely in the bathroom i could hear then all banging on the door i also heard chelsea say im just making it harder for myself cause i have to come out sometime and when i did it would just be worse the longer i stayed in there so i shouted back "if i come out promish not not hurt me" evryone was silent and then tom replied "ok deal" i opended the door and was imediatly takled bu chelsea who then locked in a very awkard arm lock "arrr you said that yu wouldnt hurt me you promished" i screamed but then Tom repiled no actually i promished not to hurt you chelsea didnt, with that chelsea pulled even harder "arrr come on plaeas let me go this time i swear i wont run ill let you tie me up" and from the pain that was causing i ment it.

Chelsea gave one last hard pull that made me scream then let go of my arm i grabbed my arm and huddled it rubbing it trying to make it less pain full, but harry imeditly grabbed both my arms and pulled them behind my back "owwww" i screamed as he pulled it as hard as he could tying not just my wrists but my elbows which really hurt i strugled but chelsae held me still then george started on my ankles and below and above my knee once my hands and elbows where tied harry took another bit of rope and tied it from my arms all around the bottem and tops of my breasts making them stick out a lot. by the time all that was done i could hardly move then only thing i didnt have was a gag or blindfold which Tom happily pointed out once i was fully tied and unable to move.

Alister, Tom and chelsea all went to find things to do to me and gag and blindfold me with whilst they where gone i told harry and george that it felt like they had more practise at this then what they made out. they both went a bit red in the face since i had never really been good mates with either of them we started talking just a casul convosation bit borin. anyway when the other came back they had some dirty socks some duct tape and candles befor any of them had a chance to do anything i said "oh no, no way are you using candles on me" but they just ignored me and gaged me with the dirty socks and duct tape i mmmppphhhed angrely and thrashed about a lot i was determind that they wasnt going to use candles on me.

they un did they buttons on my swimming costume from the bottem of the brest rope down the the knicker line i thrahed and turned from side to side and mmmppphhhed very loudly but chelsea just lit one of the candles and let it turn whilst the canle was buring they tiggled my sides and stomach and feet but whwen quit a lot of the candle was burnt in to hot wax chelsea picked it up and started to poor it n to me slowly i mmmppphhhhed and thrashed more then evewr because it was so hot it was aggoney once all of the wax was on me and ver very painfully hot chelsea sked Alister if he had any ice so they went in to the kithen and came back with a load of ice they took bits and pressed then on to my feet and body with me trying my hardest to get out of my bonds but harry and george are very very good tiers.

once all the ice had melted they stayred to peal off the dryed wax which also really hurt, but just to make my long tourcher even worse chelsea sat behind me and re locked in a slippers hold, not being able to move my arms or egs it made it even more dominating then usal and i could barly get my breat i think chelsea notced that and losended up enought for me to breath but still hard ebough to hurt I mmppphhed and struggled with all my power but ti did nothing finally chelsea said to me beg, beg and ill let you go but of course being gagged i couldnt but i did mmmhhpped chelsea then told harry to take out my gag so he pulled of the duct tape and helped me get out Alisters dirty socks that made me gag when i pulled then out my mouth "now beg" chelsea demanded again "please let me go ill do anything alsmost plaease please please" i reapeted all te others laughed and said that they would let me go but i have to do one thing for each of them chelsea made me be her personal slave for the evening that ment doing her homework and other things, Alister made me snog him in front of the others which was disgusting but i would of rather done that then be tortured all other again, Tom made me massarge his back for 30 minuets, harry and george in wisperd to me that i would let them tie me up again one day but without torture so i agreeded to that as well so finally i was un tied and made to do all the things i promished the only one i havnt done yet his harry and georges bt this did only happen this after noon im sure that they will surprise me when they want me to be a hostigage agein.

Heres another.

This happened about 3 years ago, im 19 now and this was when i was 16.

My sister had her friends over, again, but the thought of tying them honestly did not come, since I did not have a good plan set out. The friends present were Alex(No, i was no longer dating her) Jewel(again),and Courtney.

See the August archive and my Night of the Party stories for descriptions.

So anyway, I was sitting in my room, reading a book innocently, when i heard alot of giggling in my sisters room across the hall. This was not abnormal, as girls giggle quite often, but this was very loud and accompianed by alot of struggling sounds. I continued reading for about 30 more seconds until it got unbearably loud and I just couldn't concentrate. I went over to tell them to quiet down(not my excact words, probably) when i got the most wonderful suprise.

Courtney, the beautiful blonde, was thrashing on my sisters bed, bound hand and foot with some rope(don't now WHERE they coulda found that);) and gagged with a thick white cloth stuffed in her mouth,(no covering)
She was attempting to spit out the gag but it was thick so she had trouble. Alex, Jewel, and my sister were nowhere to be seen. It took her about ten seconds to spit out the cloth and she said,

"Thank god, Max, please untie me! They jumped me when I didn't expect it!"

Now, this was a far-fetched story, and i cautiously took a few steps towards the bed when the closet door opened and Alex & Jewel jumped me. It fought them off quite easily, that was a rather stupid move by them, and grabbed Jewel around her waist and shoulders. Jewel shrieked at Alex to help, but she decided it was in her best intrest not too. Courtney was still tied on the bed, horrified that the plan had backfired, and I was dragging Jewel to my room when she popped out of the bathroom, saw Jewel in a precarious position, and then shut the bathroom door.

I dragged Jewel into my room and pushed her onto the beanbag chair I have, while i quickly shut and locked the door. I placed the key on the top of the door frame so she(being quite short) wouldnt be able to reach it.

Now I must say, Jewel is a very attractive girl(for a 14 year old) and had just started high school. She had long legs but a rather short body all in all,(i mean long legs in proportion to her body), was of Puerto Rican decent, and had jet black hair with blonde streaks. She has a wonderful body and quite well developed hmm-hmms if you know what I mean.

I admired her for several seconds while she oriented herself then went under my bed for the bag. She got up as soon as i knelt down to get the bag and tried the door, but finding it locked, backed into a corner. I walked on over too her and grabbed her, then pushed her(gently) too the ground and placed a firm but not painful knee into the small of her back. I tied her arms behind her back with an old telephone cord and tied her feet with rope. I turned her over and looked into deep black eyes for a second before i gagged her with duct tape. She mmphed some when i completed the hogtie but was otherwise silent.
I put her in the center of the room and backed into my bathroom.

Soon enough, Alex and Courtney unlocked the door with the emergency key on the outside and peeked in. All they saw was a small beautiful girl squirming in a hogtie and trying to alert them through a tape gag. Alex went over too her and as soon as she was gone I quickly handgagged and pinned Courtney's arms to her sides. She let out a mmph of suprise, and unsuprisingly Alex turned around. I jerked my head towards the door and with wide eyes, she left without a word. I marched Courtney over to my bed and placed one of my knees on each of her shoulders to restrain her while I used rope to tie her arms to the bed posts. I tied her feet together then tied that rope to the bottom of my bed. I handgagged her.

"Are you going to be quiet?"
"MMM.." she nodded.
"Too bad for you!" I said with a devlish grin, and wrapped duct tape several times around her head, careful not to trape any of her lovely hair.

More to come soon.

Please post the next part soon

Cant wait to here what revenge you had on phil. Hope you all gave him some nice rope burns to show off.

hope to here from you soon.

Cheri

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Mr. E: Nice to see you're still around. Please post if you have more stories.

The same thing to Chris; the "Operatives" games are great - keep the good work!

I'm bi but prefer females.

lilmelgirl86 is my AIM. ^_^

You shouldn't have too much of a problem with this IMO because you two are suppose to be close friends, right?

If you overhear a remark or comment, you can safely assume someone else has, or that the remark was at least repeated to somebody.

Cheri, remind me not to go to Michigan anytime your husband is driving with you in the car. A distracted driver is every bit as dangerous as a drunk or drugged driver. The man is clearly a hazard to everyone and everything sharing the road with him, driving one handed with his left ear looking out the windshield. Your story indicates one of two things, it is either a story that never even tries to sound true, or there are such things as angels and miracles, because that's the only way he hasn't driven the car up a tree yet with everyone in it.

If, on the completely non existant chance your story is true, please tell me if you ever come anywhere near DC, it's been a long time since I've seen idiots get killed in front of me; and I'd kind of like to see it again.

ok, so after about 15 minutes, seemed like 3 hours, of dominic running his fingers through my hair, the front door opened.

Dominic noticed, and stradled me. he took off my gag and EXTREMELY fast clamped his hand over my mouth.

i guess dominics friends were in the kitchen, becaus ei didnt hear the struggle right away. Zack, obviously the one to open the door, put up a pretty good fight. Considering they broke a lamp, and i had to tell my parents we left the door open and one of the neighborhood dogs came in...

uuurgh...i'll continue later!!

busy busy busy

lemmie know if you actually WANT me too continue!

i promise, ill try to finis hit off next post...

DOES ANYBODY HAVE ANY STORIES ABOUT PEOPLE WEARING THEM??

Now Barbara and I had an ineresting relatioship, which mostly invalved me threatening to tie her up, and desribing ways to do it, I don't know why becuase at the time I was not into tieing or being tied, in fact I only considered it when threatening her with it. Well when out side my sister and Jeniffer's kids ran off to play on the swing set, but just as we got through the gate in the chain link fence I spoted a chain on the ground. It was a chain leash used for ther dogs, not very long, ten feet tops, with a clip on one side and a cloth hold at the other. Being a creature of habit I instatly threatened once more to tie Barbara up with it, her responce was "only if I can tie you up after I get out." I agreed, and she brought up one rule, no hog-ties. SHe explained that she had once bean tied like this by Jeniffer's husband an it was uncomfortable. So I wrapped the chain around her wrist a few times behind her back, then cliped the end to it's self. she sliped her out of it in secound, she has thin wrist, and smiled broudly.

"My turn!" she anounced almost jumping for joy. She tied me almost idencticaly, and I maneged to slip out equaly fast, as my wrists are rather slender as well. We went on like this for an hour or two, niether of us being traped for mor then a minute or two, as the rope was too short for a good tbind, and niether of us had mush expeirence in the field of tiening some one. The only one that was any good came at the end.

She had me sit on the ground with my back against the chain link fence and pu t my arms up, elbows bent in a forty five degree angle. Then my fingers were spread out, and she began lacing the chain around my fingers, and through the fence. It worked rather well, keeping it tight by spreading it out from finger to finger, and I wasn't flexible enough to see most of it. I finaly figured out after a minute and a half of struggling that once as ingle finger was out, then the whole thing would be loose enoughto slip out of easily. I tested each finger individualy, and figured that my right thump wouldn't be that hard to work free if I twisted it just right.

I started twisting it, only to enter world of pain. I had forgotten I had maneged to hurt my thumb earlier that day, so twisting it was a no go. I continued to try, but I couldn;t twist my thumb enough, it wsa to painfull. She took pity on me, and lifted the chain just slightly, allowing me to slip my thumb out. I was right about the tieing, I was out in moments, and stood up rubbing my thumb.

She said, "sence I helped you get out, I get to go again." I agreed, sence I had gone twice several time throught the game, when she wasn't paying attention. She had me lie down on a lawn chair whe had tried using a few times, and was aproching my legs with the chain, when my Mom pulled up, and yelled to hurry and come on, she was in a hurry.

So there is is, I might post more later.

ps. sorry about spelling and grammer, I suck at the, and type faster then I should.

It also says you are 35. How can you be so incredibly stupid to post stories with an email that doesn't even match what it says in your profile, and have lived to be as old as you are, or least claim to be?

I will not be driving in Michigan anytime soon, you are singular enough reason for me to wish that entire state falls into the lakes.

Don't blame me for outing you on the board, you outed yourself on Yahoo.

BUSTED!

also:
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also:
"A Study of the Effects of Schoolgirl Uniforms on Adult Males" a story by Sensitive Succubus posted on the sex stories site: http://www.literotica.com

and the story: Tying Up a School Girl" posted on THIS site on September 3rd, 2000.

Good Luck!

Secondly, Harry and I are adults and we now how to play and raise functional children.

Third, I doubt if you were on the highways in Michigan or anywhere else last week because like Harry said, you are probably too young to drive. And based on your typo errors, I doubt if you could read correctly to study for a drivers license.

Fourth, I live in Michigan and I didn't hear of any semi's rolling over. Perhaps you were confusing reality with a tv show or movie or pc game you were playing.

You are right about one thing, I don't have a college degree. I dropped out as a sophmore and started a home based business. So did Michael Dell and Bill Gates. What grade are you in, 6th?

How are you doing with your ABC's and comic books?

Cheri

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We left our two children, Brian and Janet in the hands of a fairly well respected babysitter as we left for the night. We got home and found quite a surprise.

As I entered our home, we saw little Brian and Janet sleeping seated on our couch but no sign of Kerri our babysitter.

We woke the little ones up as we were going to get them to bed and asked them were Kerri was. We were concerned that perhaps Kerri cut out and left our kids alone.

Brian and Janet looked at each other and said "Uh oh!!"

Needles to say, Harry and I were curious about what the "Uh oh" was all about. So I asked the kids again "Where is Kerri?"

Brian started to speak but little Janet covered his mouth quickly. I pulled Janet's hand away and reaffirmed "Where is Kerri? Did she leave you kids alone?"

Janet and Brian both got up and said they would show me where Kerri was.

The little ones took us down the cellar. As I flipped on the lights I suspected what had happened as I heard the sounds of mmmppphhhss and meews. I knew that sound very well.

So got down to the bottom of the steps and there is pretty Kerri, tied to a chair and her mouth duct taped with not one, not two but three pieces of tape.

Kerri was mmmpphhing stronger now and I could faintly make out what was "Get me loose." But it sounded like "Bwet bwmee broose."

So Harry went over to the sink, got some wet cloths and gently applied water to the duct taape gag to loosen it up a little and then he gently pulled one, two and then the tird piece off. Kerri started shouting about my damn kids and how could they do this and...mmmmpppphhhh. Harry had heard enough and clamped his hand over pretty Kerri's mouth as he has done to me so many times.

He then told Kerri that he was sorry about the actions of our kids and he was about to untie her. He asked if that was okay. Kerri mmmpphhhed and nodded her head YES!

Harry removed his hand and Kerri was a little calmer now. Harry looked at the tie up job our kids did and somewhat admired their work. Kerri was tied with lots of rope from the top of her shoulders to her ankles. And the knots were tight. I tried to loosen the ropes around Kerri's hands while Harry worked on her feet. Both of us were working hard and getting nowhere fast.

Kerri started up again about what brats we had. I tried to calm her down and asked how this happened and how she could let two little kids tie her up and so securely.

Well Kerri started bad mouthing our kids and using profane langauage. Our kids were close by so I handgagged Kerri this time and with my other hand grabbed a roll of duct tape. I then asked Kerri if she wanted to be gagged again. She nodded no. So I took my hand away and apologized for our kids and that they get carried away som times but was curious as to how a teenage girl could allow herself to be overpowered by two little kids.

Kerri now started to explain that our kids had invited Kerri to play a game, a tie up game. They told Kerri that they play this game with us all the time and it's a lot of fun. Kerri indicated that the kids said they would tie Kerri up first and then Kerri would be able to tie them up one at a time. Kerri also assumed that the ropes would be loose enough for any easy break away. NOT TODAY!

So Harry and I both talked to Kerri and explained that we do play these sort of games but amongst the family and that nobody ever stayed tied for very long. We asked Kerri how long she had been tied. She asked us what time it was. When we told her, we found out that Kerri had been tied for about 3 1/2 hours!

We chasticed our children and told them never to do this with a babysitter or non family member ever again or without permission. At that point Kerri said that it was with permission. She had agreed to it. It was just more than what she had expected of two little kids. She wondered how they learned to tie somebody up like that. Harry and I just looked at each other and smiled and simultaneously handgagged our little kids, me on Brian, Harry on Janet. You know how kids like to spill the beans and tell all.

Finally we got Kerri loose. There were spools and spools of rope around her. When we finally got her loose, Harry rubbed her hands which looked to have rope burns on them. Harry then made a deal with KERRI and in front of the kids. Harry asked Kerri if the kids didn't say that she could tie them up once she got loose. Kerri smiled and said "YES THEY DID!" Janet and Brian started to run but I grabbed them while Harry asked Kerri if she was ready right now and Kerri smiling said "YES I AM!"

I then asked Brian and Janet if that was the deal. Did they agree that if Kerri got loose they would allow themselves to be tied up by her? And they both said yes. Harry and I both told the kids that if they make a deal, they have to stand by it and they did.

Kerri had a high old time tying our little ones up and as a secret, our kids liked it too. While tying Janet up, Kerri asked how she learned to tie so well. Janet answered that she learned from us. She said Mommy and Daddy do this all of the time.

So all ended well. Kerri was okay with what happened and got her licks in. Janet and Brian got tied up by a very pretty babysitter and Harry was looking on with envy. He asked Kerri if she would like to tie him up next and I gently put my soft hand over his big mouth and that is the name of that tune.

Cheri

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I have posted before and will posts again. If you engage in self bondage, always allow yourself an out, an easy exit. If you self gag, use an otm gag, never stuff anything inside your mouth where you may choke.

As for techniques. Some people have used the spread eagle, tied to a bed with at least one hand able to be released easily or fairly easily. Some have also used the lawn chair technique where you tie a rope around the arms of the lawn chair and leave a loop open where you can insert your wrists after of course tying your legs. Again, leave at least one arm open for an easy release.

Better yet is to find a partner as a safety spotter. Best choice is someone you are dating. Talk about bondage and see if they go for it. Play around. Some of the handgag stories that I talk about here are great ways to break the ice and lord knows have worked for me.

I have even heard of some people finding bondage partners by hanging out in book stores near the sexual book section. No need to be embarrassed. Anyone else in that area has the same interest as you. When I was single, I found a couple of guys this way. The fact that I am also very attractive I am sure helps as well.

Beware of self bondage. It is dangerous. Besides, nothing beats being tied by someone. It's like handgagging yourself as compared to being handgagged by someone, preferably the opposite sex.

Just my two cents worth. Take it for what it is worth.

Good luck and have fun guys and gals and you too Fifi.

Cheri

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When I was single, I used to buy books on BDSM and while shopping around in the bookstores found several good candidates for BDSM who were also browsing and buying BDSM books as well. Due to the limits of this board, I will not go any further. Hopefully you "kids" catch my drift.

Cheri

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Today I had an extremely cool experience. Lately I have been going to a school run by the Hospital and each day at this school we have a different group therapy session today we did "mindfulness" and the exercise was a relaxation, visualization, and hypnosis session. Now you might ask what this has to do with TUGs well these sessions start with a sequence of guided thoughts like "Your eyes are getting very heavy" and stuff like that. There are several different methods to do this and today the therapist decided to use the heavy blanket method which worked something like as follows. First she would have you lie on your back then tell you to relax all your muscles starting with your legs and ending with the neck. Then she would tell you that different parts of your body are getting heavy starting with your feet and ending with your head. After that she'd tell you that the parts of your body in contact with the ground are bearing ALL the weight of you body. Finally she asked you to imagine that someone took a very soft and very heavy wool blanket and is covering you in it starting with your feet and ending at your chin. By the end you can't move at all not even a bit. That was the desired effect of course it requires effort by the person being hypnotized and it is escapable but that requires a large use of will. All in all it was a very fun and educational experience.

Kerri had to get home and our kids were slightly past their usual bedtime.

The very next day, Harry was out with his friends and I was all alone with the kids. We talked about what happened with Kerri and why they did that to her.

Janet started first and said she knew that Harry and I do this all the time. If course they never see what goes on in private places, they did walk in on several of our scenarios like the Girl In The Basement thing and caught us handgagging each other. Said it looked like fun and wanted to do it to Kerri. Janet also said i t was all Brians idea.

So Brian chimed in with "WAS NOT, WAS NOT! Janet wanted to do it too."

So I said "too." So who brought it up?

Brian who was always taught never to lie admitted that he thought of it and even got Kerri to go down the cellar. Brian admitted that Kerri was at first aprehensive but talked her into it.

I asked if it was fun. Little Brian smiled and said "YES!" motioning with his arm bringing it down in a victory symbol.

Next step for me was to make them realize that this must always be consentual. Did Kerry consent I asked Janet.

Janet nodded and we knew this was true as Kerri indicated the same thing. I then went to explain that when we came home, they were both asleep while Kerri was tied up in the cellar. What if we had been later I asked?

Brian and Janet just shrugged their shoulders as kids do with I don't know kind of attitude. I then told them never to leave anyone alone or tied up for a long time. I told them that Mommy and Daddy are always close by when we do this and have release signals when one of us cannot speak.

Janet then finked on Brian and said she caught him trying to tie himself up with a pair of toy handcuffs. Janet figured it out when she heard a thud, looked and saw little Brian with his hands cuffed behind his back and self gagged, detective style. Luckily, Janet was close by.

I looked at Brian and asked him how he would have gotten free if Janet wasn't there? He just shrugged his shoulders and again hit me with that "I don't know" look.

Finally JAnet and Brian looked at me with a sinister look on their faces.

"What?" Was my response.

Janet was the brave one and asked if they could tie me up while Daddy was away.

I said "You have to be kidding! After what happened last nite with the babysitter?"

Janet chimed i n and said that Daddy was supposed to be home within an hour so if she would let us tie her up, it wouldn't be for long. Not 3 hours like with Kerri.

I said under one condition. That was I was to call Harry on his cell phone and let him know what I was going to do or have done to me.

So I dialed Harry. Got his voice mail and left a message as to what was going on. I told him to look for me....then looked at the kids and said "Wher do you want to do this?"

They siad the cellar thing was old so would do it, with my permission in the kitchen.

I said okay and told Harry to look for me in the kitchen.

I looked for Brian and noticed he was gone but soon reappeared coming up the steps from the cellar with ropes, duct tape and rags. Boy he was ready.

Janet asked me to sit down on a chair but before I sat down put a pillow on the seat so I would be more comfortable. How courteus she is! Brian not to be outdone, grabbed a blanket and put it over the wooden parts of the chair.

Then Janet asked me to put my hands behind my back. I was about to see what the little ones did to Kerri. I felt pieces of cut off bedsheets which we had in our basement and were using as rags being tied around my hands by Janet while Brian was tieing my feet.

Both kids looked at me and asked "How is that Mommy?"

I wiggled, it was tight. I couldn't move but asked is that all. Do I break lose now?

Janet said "No. We're not done yet."

Uh oh I though.

Well Brian comes with a long 30 foot long rope and starts tying me as they had tied Kerri the night before. Ropes went around my shoulders, my waist around my legs and then around my knees and ankles.

Brian looks at me and says, "How is that Mommy?"

My only response was "Tight, very tight." And it was. These kids learned well.

Janet standing behind me now says that it's time for her to gag me. Being tied up is not complete without being gagged she said.

And before I could answer she wrapped a piece of cut off bedsheet over my mouth, rolled several times and tied it tightly behind my head.

Brian now says, "C'mon Mommy try to talk. Go ahead."

Of course all that came out were mmmppphhhss. The bedsheet was very thick and rolled several times with multiple layers definitely did the job. I was sort of grateful that they did use duct tape. I hate that stuff. The bedsheet derivatives were also soft, even though tight was comfortable. I had to admit that I liked the feeling.

I started to mmmppph to let me loose. About that time little Brian asks me "What's a safety signal Mommy?"

MMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHH

Janet says, "What time did you want us to let you loose?"

MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH

I was beginning to get perturbed but the kids were giggling.

Brian askes "What's for supper tonite Mommy?"

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Then Janet askes: "What time will daddy be home?"

MMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Brian askes: "Why do you and Daddy do this to yourself all the time?"

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH

Then I started to tell these kids off:

Blubbbbbbbbmmmmmppphhhhhmmmeewwwblubbbbbbmmmmppphhhhh

Janet and Brian were just laughing and enjoying the whole thing.

TO BE CONTINUED

CHERI

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so, the lamp was broken, aperently Zack was in the house, Dominic was ontop of me with his hand clamped over my mouth

not really what i wanted to be going on in my house that weekend, but hey, stuff happens

Dominics two friends,(ill call them...josh and jimmy) dragged (drug??) zack down the hallway to my room.

They pushed the door open to reveal Jimmy with one hand over zacks mouth, and the other holding his arms behind his back.

"If either of you scream, we bolt out of here, and deny everything" dominic said

I think zack and I both knew that they couldnt get away with much, and we were always up for some fun, so we didnt scream when they removed their hands.

Zack was completely silent when they sat him on the corner of my bed, and wrapped tape around his wrists behind the corner post of my bed.

They taped his chest to the post, remember it went all the way up to the ceiling, and then taped his shoulders the same way.

He looked at me and flashed me a quick smile, he was obviously enjoying it...i think the opposite of what Dominic wanted..

they taped his thighs and ankles together

the entire time he was binding zack to my bedpost, dominic showed extreme delight and continuously kept telling zack how happy we was that he gave me to him on a silver platter

"My parents are gonna be home any minute and you are gonna be in sooooo much trouble"...i was lying through my teeth

"Heh, you think i dont KNOW your home alone? im not that stupid, my damsel in destress...i actually PLAN my actions" dominic replied

"Listen, if you think your gonna get away with this youve got anoth--"

"shhh"

"You cant do this! this is MY hous-mmmhghhhmmmm"

annnnnd the tap was re-applied...several times

Zack started to protest too, butttt the tape stopped him from doing that...

Dominic said he was gonna let us sit and think about what was going on, and if we could try to free ourselves.

He shut the door with a laugh, and told us not to go anywhere

Well, while Zack was trying to get free, i stared at him...almost in a trance (spelling)

he looked GORGEOUS!

i mean come one, he was tied to my bed...ah, he looked fantastic.

while i was busy watching him struggle, i COMPLETELY did NOT notice how the rope was coming loose from above my head.
I worked on that while he moved up and down trying to free his chest from the post.

FINALLY i got my hands free, well half way. They were now bound infront of me with tape...extremely easy to free ourselves from here on out.

I removed my gag first, painfully, then his.
We quickly kissed, than i started on my legs.
After they were completely free, i went to work on his chest and arms and whatnot, with my hands still bound infront of me.

I unwrapped the tape around his legs, so his arms were just keeping him from getting off of the bed.

i quiiiietly walked over to my desk, got the scissors, and CAREFULLY cut the tape off of his wrists, then he did the same to my wrists. we were free!!

but, we were in my room..and they were outside of it...arhg

We checked out outside of my window...hoping they wernt watching that. WHICH they wernt.

we VERY silently opened the window, and hopped out.
Once we were completely out, we bolted down the street for Zacks house, which was ALSO completely empty.

Once we got safely inside, we caught our breathe, and realized once they knew we were out they would surely come here, duh, everyone knew Zacks parents worked the entire day

sooo we locked al of the doors and window, and shut the shades and whatnot. Except, we left the basement door open...purposly, dont worry. We both wanted this "game" to continue...who wouldnt!?

so, after we waited for the sight of Dominic and his friends to run out of my house down the street, and ran upstairs to his room on the top floor...farthest away from the basement, duh

We could hear them trying all of the doors and windows, then very quietly we heard the door to the basement open.

They were in the house.

they gave me a feeling of sheer terror, but more excitement....

i huddled closer to my equally excited boyfriend, as we both listened to the, go through the kitchen, 2 stories down...

stay tuned!

And where can we see the pictures?

Anyway, I'm interested in seeing what happens next.

So¡K.to get things started¡K..my name is Courtney¡K.I¡¦m about 5¡¦7, 120 lbs, tanned, blonde hair, athletic build. I love wearing my softball uniform. For two reasons: I think I look hot in it and people have told me this before¡K¡Kand because I love softball socks. In this story I am wearing a white tank top, tight white softball pants, and dark red softball socks w/ the pants legs pulled up to my knees of course(gotta show off my socks lol)

I was sitting around the house and thought about being tied up. There¡¦s only one other person in my life that knows about my love of bondage and that¡¦s my friend Emily. I tried to get her to come over and tie me up but she was busy that day so that didn¡¦t work out. So I got to thinking that since I was home alone and no one was expected home for a few more hours I could try some self bondage. So I got out all my materials: lots of white nylon rope, some more of my long softball socks for gags, a couple of zip ties, and a wooden kitchen chair. Since I was going to use the zip ties for my wrists I placed a pair of scissors on the edge of my bed so I could cut thru them later on. To add a challenge I set the chair across the room from my bed and then I got started.

I began by tying my ankles together w/ the rope and cinching it off in the middle. Then I moved on to above and below my knees doing them the same way as my ankles. Then onto my thighs. Now my legs were completely tied and I tested my bonds to make sure they were tight enough. I kicked a few times and couldn¡¦t get any of the bonds to loosen a bit so I moved on. I tied an extra rope to my ankle bonds and tied it to the prepared zip ties that were soon to be holding my wrists together. I did the gag next, I took the 2 socks and tied knots in the middle of them then tied them around my head w/ the knots going into my mouth kinda like a ball/cleave gag. I then wrapped more rope around my arms and torso pinning my arms to my sides then I knotted it off out of reach of my soon to be bound hands. Finally I reached back and got the zip ties and pulled it behind the chair as far as it would go(remember the other end of the rope is tied to my ankles so that caused my legs to be pulled underneath the chair). I took placed my wrists inside the zip ties and took a deep breath¡K.exhaled and pulled them causing them to tighten up. As soon as they tightened my heart began beating very fast cause I knew that I was totally helpless until I made it across the room to the scissors. But I wanted to get out of it without the scissors. I struggled frantically for about 30 minutes and got nowhere with it. So finally I decided to try and move towards the scissors. It took a lot of strength and energy to get the chair to move across the floor. After about 10-15 of trying I only made it about a foot or two and the bed was about 10-15 feet away so I had a long way to go. I stopped to take a break cause I had been struggling hard for a long time. Then I started back going towards the bed. I knew that I could get there faster if I would take all my momentum and make the chair kinda hop across the floor but I figured that would also create a better chance of the chair tipping over. So I kept going at it like I was and was getting nowhere still. So I gave in and tried to kinda hop across the floor. The first hop was successful and I stopped to rest. Then I went for the second one. And sure enough I had to much momentum and I tipped over(it didn¡¦t hurt me though, I planned ahead and put pillows and blankets on the edge¡¦s of my ¡§path to the bed¡¨ just in case something like that happened. And as soon as I hit the ground I went into panic mode cause I knew that I wouldn¡¦t be able to get the chair back up. So I tried to free myself again. About 30 more minutes went by and nothing had changed. I looked at the clock on my wall and my sister wasn¡¦t expected home for another couple of hours and my parents would be even later. So I just rested since I had so much time to get out. i tried for another hour or so and still nothing. And then I heard the front door slam. My heart skipped a beat and I heard my sister call out my name. I knew that I was in for it. Cause I didn¡¦t want her to see me like this. But she came straight to my room and knocked on the door. I figured I would stay as quiet as I could especially since I had no choice with the gag and all lol. But she knocked and called my name again. Finally she just opened the door and walked in. She saw me and her eyes grew huge. She immediately kneeled down next to me and started asking questions like ¡§Who did this to you?¡¨ ¡§Was it a burglar?.¡¨ She then pulled my gag down and started to untie me but I stopped her. I told her the whole story and how I loved being tied up. She laughed and said that she kinda it too. Then we both laughed and she set my chair back up and told me that she didn¡¦t want me doing any self bondage anymore since its dangerous and all. You know, being a big sister. She then put my gag back in and examined my bonds. She told me that I do good work.(as if I hadn¡¦t realized that already). She sat in the floor behind me and I knew what was coming. I am very very ticklish on my feet and she knows this. She tickled my feet for what seemed like forever and I also love when people touch my feet so I was kinda getting a sexual feeling from it tooƒº. And when she was done she cut me loose and that was the end of it.

Let me know what you think of my story cause I do have more. If you like this one then I¡¦ll try to post some more.

Initially, Jim was clumsy. He was looking through my dresser for tools to use on me when I tapped him on the shoulder and scared him half to death. He finally found some tools of mine to use, tied and g agged me and we were interrupted by his boss Doug.

Story made short, Doug told Jim he had to leave to go to anotehr job and he leaves me there for an hour.

The maide who always follows the maintainance man to cleanup come in, sees me tied and gagged and lying on the bed. Figures this is some sex game so leaves me. I of course want to be set free but am unable to communicate this.

Next the apartment manager comes in. Sees me. Notices the light on in the bathroom which Jim left on accidently when he was interrupted by Doug, says "Ooops" and walks out paying no attention to my mmmpphhhs. Next Doug comes in and figures this all happened after Jim left. He notices the light on in the bathroom and also assumes that I have a guest so he leaves.

Jim comes back about an hour later and finally unties me.

Feeling guilty, he takes me to one of those outside 50's diners something like Sonics. While eating there, he gets into this handgagging thing as I sing to the 50's and 60's songs.

Now we are done and going back to my apartment. Jim the gentleman, walks me to the apartment and politely asks me if he can come in. I agree.

Since he is now off duty, I ask Jim if he would like a drink. I tell him I have rolling rock, bud light, red wine or gin and tonic. He agrees to a bud light.

As I go to my bedroom and change into more comfortable clothes, I find Jim's bondage book. This is the little culprit that started it all. I leaf through it and check out the variouos techniques and positions used. I also notice a section of bondage techniques on men. One chapter in particular had a picture of a man tied to a chair and detective gagged. I think hmmmmmm.

So I GO BACK OUT to see Jim holding the book in my hand. Jim starts stuttering and apologetically says he forgot that when Doug interrupted us. I said I know. I then showed Jim what I was looking at.

Jim surprised said that he had seen that as and indicated that he had never been tied up before...but wanted to be.

I told him that he had tied me up so now it was time to return the favor.

So I go to my bedroom and pull out some nylons and a scarf. I tell Jim to stand up. He complies. I tell Jim to put his hands behind his back. He does. I then tie his hands tightly with my nylon.

Jim was rather a slender built guy, probably in his mid 20's. He was in shape but not too strong. In any event, my nylons, I was sure would hold him and they did.

I then had him sit on the couch and I tied his feet. Then I walked behind the couch and asked him if he had any last words. While he was speaking, or trying to speak and before he could get too many words out, I cleave gagged him with one of my scarves and then detective gagged him with another.

Now Jim was my captive! Tables had been turned. My oh my I said outloud. What should I do with my handsome captive. I began to tease and torment him asking him if he had any idea of what it was like to be bound and gagged for an hour
with maids, apartment managers and maintenance managers walking in, seeing me like this and not coming to my aide because I am unable to tell them anything and they think this is a sex game?

He smiled with his eyes and I could hear him giggle or it sounded with a giggle with a mmmppphhh added to it.

I told him not to worry. I wasn't going to call anybody in....yet. His eyes got big. Then I asked him how it felt to be tied up and helpless. How did it feel to be at my total mercy. He didn't seem to think he was in any real danger with me and in fact he wasn't, but I wanted to play it up.

I know wheere most mens ticklish spots are so went to town tickling Jim while he squirmed around. He laid down on the couch. I saw an opportunity so tied his feet to one end of the couch. And t hen went about tickling his sides. He squirmed and almost fell offf the couch. I caught him. I then sat next to him so he wouldn't slide off the couch and hurt himself.

This went on for awhile. I removed the detective gag and as he tried to speak, I quickly handgagged him, thumbs down and said what was all of tha hand-over-the-mouth stuff at the restaurant while I was trying to sing 50's and 60's songs? I took my hand away but before he could speak, quickly covered his mouth again.

Not much fun being silenced when you want to speak is it Jimmy-Boy? You want to talk? You want to say something? I asked Jimmy.

He nodded yes. I said no and left my hand over his mouth for a little longer. I then grabbed my scarf and regagged him first with a cleave gag and then with a OTM Detective gag. I then told him I had to go away for awhile, would be back but don't go away.

Then I thought, wait a minute. I had an old curtain rope so brought that in and tied it around and in between Jimmy's arms and tied that off to the other end of the couch. This would both secure him and prevent him from slipping off the couch. I put the rope between his arms so it wouldn't accidently slip up around his neck.

I then went outside by the pool which was a short distance away and asked one by one three people to come in my apartment, see my piece of work with instructions that they were not to untie him, just look at him and then made some comment like "Ooops" and walk out.

This was hilarious. Each person walked in, acted surprised and a few were, saw Jimmy all trussed up, said "Ooops" or "Sorry", or "Where's Cheri" and walked out while Jimmy mmmpphhhed in vain.

I checked the time and left him like that for exactly an hour, the same amount of time I was trussed up.

Finally, I came back and slowly untied him. He had been tied longer than he had expected but the real surprise was that he enjoyed the whole thing. And so did I. And for that matter, so did the others. I understand that we inspired some others to engage in the fetish that very nite.

I found a maintenance man who was a little shy about bondage so you never know where you can find a willing partner and have some fun.

Have a great day!

Cheri

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As I can see in your stories, they are very good!
Did you husband have to untie you? Or did your kids do it?

BTW, they can tie really well...]

Have a nice day.

Cheri

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I moved my hands, no luck they were tight. Boy these kids tied well I thought to myself. I tried to move my feet. Too tight and the rags derived from old bedsheets were way too strong. And the ropes around me keep me secure in the chair. The only conforting thought was that the pillow on my seat and the blanket little Janet placed around the chair made sitting like this a little more comfortable.

Now the kids came up with a little game. They informed me that they would ask me questions and as I answered each one, they would untie one of my bounds. For example, first correct answer and they would untie my feet, then the ropes around my torso, legs, arms and so on.

They fired off with the first question but never ungagged me. I started to mmmppphhh to remove the gag. After all, how else could I answer the questions.

Little Janet informs me that I would have to stay gagged and find a way to answer. Oh I got it. They had heard Harry and I play this game. In fact I came up with it so now they were playing this one on me.

First question. Janet askes how old am I? i MMMPPHHH OUT 12 WHICH ACTUALLY SOUNDS LIKE BBBVELVEMMPPH.

JANET LOOKS AT ME WITH A CONTORTED FACE AND SAYS WHAT?

So I try again and say mmmmmbbbtwelppve. This time was even worse.

I try to work the gag loose by rubbing my chin across my chest and rolling my chin around but not much luck.

Janet says to try again.

Even worse this time.

So now it's little Brians turn.

How old am I? He asks.

bbbwiine. I was trying to say 9.

Brian giggles and says he likes me this way so I can't yell at him. Then he laughs and says "What's bwine Mommy?"

Janet is next and asks what color her hair is. Meanwhile I am 0-2 with the kids and no better off than when we started.

I mmmpphh out bblloown. I meant brown.

Janet asks: 'what the heck did you say?'

Somehow this wasn't as funny as when I did this to Harry with Harry at my mercy and me being the teaser. So Janet asks me questions one again, how old is she?

So now I mmmpph out

bwon-1
btoo-2
true-3
ffff-4
bwive-5
prex-6
seven-7 seven came out almost perfectly!
utttt-8
bwine-9
fffden-10
aloven-11
pppaawwawelve-12

Janet askes "What is pppaawwavelve." Then goes on to tell me how I also tell them to speak clearly and annunciate their words. They also heard me say this to Harry when I get him into this position.

Janet then says, 'Sorry Mommy. You are 0-3.'

The kids were enjoying this and even though I was getting a little uptight, I was enjoying the fact that they were having fun even if it was at my expence.

Brian's turn.

He asks what color is my hair Mommy?

I respond Bwaack-Black.

Brian looks over at Janet figuring that was pretty close but Janet quickly disqualifies the response by saying it was inaudible and not understandable.

The nerve of this kid. My kid!

By this time, we hear a key in the door. It's Harry he walks straight into the kitchen says he got my message and obviously I went through with it. He asked us all if we were having fun. The kids nodded. Harry then looks at me and indicates that he brought home some Boston Cream pie, my favorite so me thinking that the game would be over and Harry or the kids would untie me, I started to savor the liklihood of digging into that Boston Cream Pie.

Harry, the spoiler and the ultimate teaser tells me that it would have to wait for a more convenient time since he sees that I am "Tied Up" up right now! What a wise guy!

Cheri

Have a nice day!

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What did you say Cheri?

Oh, Cheri says:

MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Someone close to Cheri

Smiles {-: :-}

I came up about 5 minutes later to see Alex trying the door. This was a good opportunity for me, I thought to myself(as opposed to thinking to others) and immediatly grabbed her.

I did not handgag her, since at this point I was alone in the house, not counting my sister and two bound teenagers. I fished out the key with one hand and unlocked the door, then marched Alex inside. I pulled a rolling chair over with my foot and sat her down in it. I then procceded to bind her hands to the respective arms of the chair with rope. I then made a connecting rope between them and tied it to her legs, which where then secured to the legs of the chair. I tied more rope around her chest, just below the area that so intrests many males, and then stood back to survey my work.

I was quite pleased, so were my pants. I then took a white cloth and with a large grin said,

"Open wide, here comes the train!"

She pursed her lips defiantly, then I responded,
"One, two..."
Suffice to say, the train went into the tunnel.

I stuffed that inside her mouth and took a blue bandadna-thing and cleave-gagged her with it. Jewel was starting to look rather bored, so I decided to entertain her, but mainly just myself.

I took off her shoes and proced to give her quite a vicious tickling, which she screamed at and laughed, much of the sound lost behind several strips of tape. I have to admit, I was laughing with her, it was good fun.

I then noticed that the hour was growing late so I decided to untie them, we had a semi-good-awkward-laugh. They AGAIN swore for revenge, and AGAIN I rightly thought nothing of it.

The End.

P.S. Cheri the links to your pictures dont work, could you correct, I would much like to see them.

Thanks!

Here you can post your DREAMS about being tied.

Could you post some of your stories of tying up your niece?

So after doing the usual girl things, playing tapes (no cd's in those days) looking at magazine, singing and working on puzzles, Sabrina says it's time to go outside and sleep.

Outside and sleep? What's wrong with inside?

Sabrina told me she had some sleeping bags. It was the break of summer. We lived near Lake Michigan and the clean air would do us good. It was cool, but not cold. Sabrina said it would be fun.

Understand that untill this event, I had never slept outside before. Sort of lived a sheltered life.

So we walk downstairs from Sabrina's bedroom, walk past Sabrina's parents. Sabrina's Mom asks if we want some cookies and milk. I said sure. Why not.

So we gather near the kitchen table and enjoy our cookies and milk. Sabrina's Mom was a great baker. These were homemade oatmeal cookies and ummmmmm good. And she had just made them that day fresh. The aroma of the baked cookies was still in the air which only added to the flavor.

Well, that done. Sabrina and I headed for outside. Sabrina grabbed the key from the outside shed where the sleeping bags were and told me to follow her. Sabrina, ever the nice girl gave her Mommy and Daddy a big hug and a kiss and to my surprise they did likewise to me. Great family. I regret that I have lost contact with them. They moved out west while we were in high school and from that point on, all contact was lost.

Anyway, Sabrina and I go outside. We go into the shed. Sabrina grabs a sleeping bag hands it to me and then grabs one for herself and we then head outside on the lawn where we will be sleeping.

I have a ton of questions:

Will we be safe?

Are there any snakes out here?

What if it rains?

Sabrina stops me and tells me to be quiet. About that time Sabrina's Dad comes out and more or less says the same thing only with more dignity. He tells us to be quiet or we will have to come in.

So I still had questions for Sabrina but quited down somewhat. Then Sabrina gets and idea.

She asks me if I have ever been tied up? I say no and ask why?

She says it's cool. That she does this all the time with her other girlfriends and her brother. She says her older brother does it to her all the time.

So I ask what is cool about being tied up?

She says I have to experience it to understand it.

I'm still a little concerned. Worried about rope burns and what if the knots are too tight to get loose. What if it rains during the night and who would be tied up first?

Sabrina, the leader bravely volunteers me to be first. She says don't worry about it. It will be fun and I'll untie you anytime you want. I'll be right here.

The light on the back porch comes on and this time it's Sabrina's Mom.

"Are you kids going to sleep or yack all night."

Sabrina tells her Mom that we are getting ready to turn in right now. As soon as Sabrina's Mom turns the lights out and closes the door, Sabrina heads toward the shed and comes back with something in her hands. It was dark so I couldn't make out what she had.

Sabrina sits beside me and tells me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I comply.

"Not like that! Cross them over." Sabrina then helps me get into the desired position and grabs my hands crossing them over behind my back. Next I feel some loops going around my hands with feels like a cotton rope.

Sabrina then grabs another piece of rope and ties my feet, very securely. I was starting to get scared and actually let out a scream which was stifled by Sabrina's hand. Next Sabrina undoes the scarf in her hair, rolls it up, grabs a cloth which felt like a rag (I hoped it was clean!) stuffs that on my mouth and then cleave gags me with her scarf.

Next Sabrina lays me down in the sleeping bag and zips the bag up to my neck leaving only my head exposed.

Next thing, Sabrina gets in her sleeping bag, says that not to go anywhere and if I need anything, just yell. Cute, real cute. I started to mmmppph but the darn gag was so tight nothing but a slight mmmppph could be heard.

As I lay there I started to wonder, what if:

It started to rain?

If burglers came by?

If there were any snakes?

It was scary, very scary but also stimulating. Somehow being bound and gagged and helpless was a exciting experience. I wasn't sure if it was the ropes or the uncertaintly. Soon, I drifted off to sleep and next thing I knew it was the crack of dawn.

Cheri (Untied)

Have A Great Day

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My earliest bondage experiments were with a friend named Judy. Actually, Judy pulled me into it. Here is how it started.

We were in school one day wrapping christmas presents for our classmates. This was probably 6th grade. Out of nowhere I hear a mmmpph from Judy as she calls my name

MMMMELANIEPH

I turna round and Judy has tape over her mouth. I look down, her hands are free so I am not sure what is going on.

She pulls the tape off and just giggles. Then she pulls me over and whispers to me; want to know a little secret? I say sure. She then tapes my mouth and says she is really into bondage.

Feeling embarrassed as our teacher Mr. Erickson had just walked on and was looking suspiciously our way, I pulled the tape off.

Mr. Erickson tells us that if we want to have our mouths taped, he would be glad to oblige. He gathered ther est of the class and asked if they were finished. They were. He then said he had a little surprise for the class.

Looking perplexed, the class was waiting. Mr. Erickson told us, demanded that we do to each other what he just saw us doing. Shyly, I grabbed a piece of tape but stopped dead. Judy, cheerfully grabbed a piece of duct tape and taped her own mouth then grabbed my mine from my hands and taped my mouth too.

I reached up to pull it off but Mr. Erickson stopped me. He told us that if we wanted to play around, we had another 1/2 hour to go untill the end of the day and we were to stay this way untill the bell sounded. Judy was elated. I was embarrassed. Mr. Erickson then told the class to let him know if either of us tried to remove the tape gags and let it be know that if we did he would tape our hands as well. Judy liked that and immediately pulled her tape off and challenged our teacher to try it.

Mr. Erickson not to be outdone by a 6th grader complied. Pulled out some tape and tape Judy's little hands in front of her. I didn't move but while Mr. Erickson was taping Judy somebody reached and pulled the tape off my mouth. Mr. Erickson heard the rip and assumed I did it so he tied my hands as well and regagged me.

Judy and and I sat there for 30 minutes while our classmates made ate some of the snacks in the room and made wise cracks.

Melanie

Melanie

Also anyone else with sock stories post

Micah here, and boy I have been enjoying the stories here for a while and It has been fun. I am 16 and into Self-bondage because I recently discovered some really effective techniques.

A few nights ago I wanted to try out out a self hog-tie on myself. I started by tying and cinching up my ankles, knees above and below my knees. By the way I used bed sheets, shoe strings, some rope, and a jump rope. I also threw in a bandana to add to the fun.

Well back to my story,

Then I made a noose to tighten up around a wrist coil that you should pre-tie. Then I tied some rope around my arms above the shoulders. After applying the bandana as a good cleave gag.

Then I slipped one hand in the wrist coil then layed on my side to reach the noose. I got the other half of the coil in the noose. Then I put my other hand through the opposite end of the wrist coil and twisted my arms to make my palms meet palm to palm.

After that I rolled on my stomach and pulled my cinched up ankles to tighten my now cinched up wrists.

Before tying myself up I set the sleep timer on my TV to go off with served as a timer for me to escape or I would have complete darkness to deal with since my lights were off.

I was then stuck in self-bondage for the next 2 hours. I got loose by pulling slack in the knots from struggling soooo much. I did not use a knife because I wanted to be helpless.

This was very fun from the thrill of me being discovered or not being able to escape.

That's my story hope you liked it.
And I plan on doing it again sometime. Maybe Tonight.

Laters everyone

Ive been reading these posts for a while now. I hope to contribute with some storys of my own very soon (but dont have the time now).

I have a few experiences: my younger sisters would gang up on me (with the help of my older sister) and tie me up and torture me (tickling, ice, ect.), a friend of mine from elemantry school would practice tying eachother (among other things), and I enjoyed a number of games with a nehibor of mine.

I hope to post something soon (im not a great writer so youl have to bare with me).

I tried to wiggle, but no luck. My hands were numb. I tried to call out to Sabrina, but the gag was too effective. Only faint mmmppphhhs came out.

Finally Sabrina awakens rubs her eyes and says "Good Morning - Did you sleep okay?"

I mmmppphhh and nod my head okay.

Finally Sabrina realizes that I am still tied and says "Oh God I guess I better untie you." She removes my gag first. The gag was soaked from moisture. I moved my mouth around trying to get circulation going.

Sabrina zips open the sleeping back and helps me up. She then starts untying my hands. Thank God for that. AND THEN MY FEET.

Sabrina then asks me how it felt. How did it feel to be tied up.

I just responded it was a unique experience. Scary and exhilirating. I was worried about burgulars and snakes, but it worked out all right. Then I asked her when I would get a chance to tie her up.

She said "Maybe later." With that we went into the house to hit the bathroom and get a glass of juice and a muffin.

Sabrina's older brother Mike came down stairs. Sabrina wasted no time in telling him how we both had our first time. It was my first tie up experience and her first time tying somebody else up.

Mike just laughs and said something about Sabrina being on the other side for a change. About that time, one of our mutual friends, a girl named Heather comes knocking. She lives next door but were taken back by the fact that she was calling so early.

Heather tells us that she saw us walking across the yard, knew we were up and hoped we didn't mind that she stopped over. Sabrina nodded no and quickly bragged to Heather what she had done to me. Heather told me that Sabrina had wanted to make her the first bondagee but she always refused.

Mike chimed in and said that he loved tying Sabrina up and how funny it was to see her squirm, wiggle and stay that way untill her mercfully untied her.

Big mouth Heather says "I bet I can break your knots!"

Mike just says "Yeah right!"

"No I think I can - no make that I know I can!"

Sabrina chimes in and says forget it Heather. I could never break loose and you won't let me tie you so forget it.

Heather retorts that she can.

Mike then puts up a offer. He says that later on or even right now he will tie Heather up and she will never get loose, guaranteed.

Heather says "You on. Where and when?"

Mike was still sleepy eyed and hadn't showered yet for the morning so set it for later in the day. He also insisted that we be there as well. Sabrina and I both said we wouldn't miss this for the world.

So I use their phone and call my parents. I let them know that I wanted to stay at least untill the afternoon. They said no problem.

So we take turns getting cleaned up and change our clothes. Sabrina of course is right at home. I brought a bag. Heather was fresh. Mike got cleaned up and said he had to run a few errands and would be back later.

Sabrina just looked at Heather with amazment and couldn't believe how brave or crazy or both she was. Sabrina once again told Heather that her brother was the master of tying up. She knew from personal experience.

Heather undaunted just reaffirmed that she could break the bonds. Okay!

Later on that morning, Sabrina's Mom and Dad indicated that they were going out and that Mike would take care of us (boy did he as we were about to find out) Mike comes home with some of his buddies and Sabrina's parents leave.

Mike has two buddies named Paul and Neil and tells them to take Sabrina and myself downstairs to the basement and hands them a bag of God knows what. Meanwhile, he says he wants to talk to Heather before the game starts.

So we innocently walk down the steps to the basement with Paul and Neil. Sabrina of course knew Mike's friends real well and she knew something was up. They walked behind us and as we were halfway across the basement we both got handgags from behind. MMMPPPHHHH!

We tried to say what is going on but all that came out were mmmppphhhs. We were about to find out what they had int he bag - rope and duct tape and lots of it.

Poor Heather had no idea what was going on. Meanwhile Paul and Neil stuffed a rag into our mouths and tied our hands behind our backs. Then tied our feet and gently placed us on the sofa in the basement which was a reconditioned basement, had a tv, radio, boombox and more. Paul turned the radio out to drown out what little mmppphhhss we could make.

Shortly Heather and Mike come down. Heather sees us tied and gagged on the couch and starts to say whaaa-mmppphh. Mike quickly handgags her although for the life of me I don't know why, perhaps for effect since Sabrina's parents were gone and with the radio on nobody could hear us even if we weren't gagged.

Paul and Neil come over to hold Heather. Paul puts his hand over Heathers mouth as Mike removes his so he can commence the tying. Heather is just giggling. Mike pulls out the rope and starts tying Heathers hands behind her back, criss crossed one over the other. First he tied vertically and then horizontally.

Paul switched hand positions from a thumbs up handgag standing behind Heather to a tumbs down handgag standing in front of Heather. This time Heather's mmmppphhhs were fading away although we could se a smile in her eyes. This crazy dame was enjoying every minute of this.

Next Mike tied Heathers feet, first across, then vertically and then tightly knoted it off. To cap it off he tied Heathers hands to her feet in a modified hogtie and then used the surplus roped to tie around her arms and waist. Knotted that off and then placed her on the couch next to us while Paul had followed them and held on to his tight handgag.

Mike rips off a piece of duct tape, tells Paul to quickly remove his hand and quickly tape-gags Heathers big mouth which we were wishing we had done so we wouldn't be in this predicament.

Sabrina and I just looked at Heather and sneered while Mike says "Okay Heather, let's see you get out of that!" WE'LL GIVE YOU AN HOUR TO BREAK LOOSE. IF YOU CAN'T....BOY ARE WE GUYS GOING TO HAVE FUN WITH YOUR GIRLS AND MOM AND DAD WON'T BE HOME UNTILL TONITE!

If we were mad at Heather before, we were really furious now but unable to tell her or do anything about it.

With that, the guys left us to ourselves and we had to wonder what the hell they had in mind. We tried to communicate, but gagtalk is inaudible.

TO BE CONTINUED

CHERI

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Hope you enjoy the story.

Cheri

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Please let me know if you, Sabrina and Heather escaped within that hour...

Have fun today! (It´s already 4 pm here...)

Melanie

A little background first though,

In the summer one year when I was 17, I was seeing a girl named Lindsay. Lindsay is an absolute Italian godess, full lips, tan skin, black hair, amazingly beautiful. She was short for her age, 16, and was very atheletic, she was certainly better at basketball than me and played for her high school team. Now, this night, the amazing Italian and I were on the couch, watching some silly movie, I believe it was Scream or some slasher flick.

We would turn to each other for a few seconds, then turn back to the movie occasionally, when finally i put my arm around her shoulder and she drew in closer, in my country we call this "cuddling". Ha just a joke there. So we were both having a nice time, just sitting there and watching, or at least pretending to be watching, a silly movie, when she finally spoke up.

"This movie is rather stupid."She said.

I heartily agreed, and we turned it off.

"What do you want to do now?" she asked.
"Oh...I dont care" I said.
"How about a game?"
"Ok." I agreed.

We started playing monopoly, and, being the astounding buisinessman I am, i proceded to win, and not just win, but to pound her into the ground with my little thimble thingy. She started complaining, (nobody is perfect) and, suddenly excited, I said,

"Be quiet...or ill make you be quiet!" Jokingly of course.
"I bet you cant," she said "We all know who is stronger here."
"Ya..."I said, "ME!"
I pounced on her and we wrestled for a while until I pinned her on her back with my knees and used my hand to cover her mouth. She made little squealing noises under my hand, reduced to tiny mmphs of protest, but I didnt really pay attention, I was too excited.

"Up!"I commanded.
She stood up, my hand still on her mouth, and started to run when I threw a hand around her waist and reeled her in. I took her up to my room where a bunch of stuff was lying around, (i was a messy teenager) and looked until I found a belt. I didn't want to use the one I had on, as it was a pretty nice one. Anyway, I tied her wrists behind her back with the belt, buckling it and pulling it tight, and then got her ankles with another.

"Please Mr.."She said playfully "What are you gonna do with me?"
I grinned and found a pair of socks and a bandana thingy, then stuffed a sock in her mouth and OTM gagged her with the bandana. She looked a little uncomfortable, so I decided to make her laugh.

I pulled up her shirt to reveal her cute little stomach, and proceded to tickle. It was great fun doing it, I tell you, and she is very cute all tied up and laughing, almost as cute as she is normally.

We eventually got tired, and I untied her and replaced the stuff. (by replaced I mean threw it in a pile) And then we went downstairs. We finished the movie, and since we were so bored, we got some blankets and just went to sleep in the living room, she on the couch and I on the large chair.

Now, what would you do if you had an Italian godess in the same room, asleep, and unsuspecting?

If you answered what i think you answered, your sick, I have morals, and it was only our 6th date or so. I did eventually move to the large couch, and we had a nice snuggle.

We had a nice time the next morning, but that involves no tying up and therefore has no place on the board. *Cough*Jerry Kevin Cheri* cough*

The first time ive finished without interupting,

Were there other tie-ups, or was that the only one?

This story happened one summer, when I was 16. Some relatives from Texas were staying at my aunt’s house, so Mom volunteered a spare mattress we had in the attic. It was a twin, and wouldn’t fit into our car, so I got a 50-foot roll of clothesline and tied it to the roof. I used my Swiss army knife and cut three 10-foot lengths. I tied two in front and one in the back, really cinching it tight. I had 20 feet left over, so I just threw it in the back seat in case of emergencies.

My sister Gretel wanted to see one of her Texas cousins, so she came along. She’s 12. I hate it when cocks a princess attitude and acts like it’s my mission in life to chauffeur her around, but since I had to make this run anyway, I figured, why not?

I drove over to my aunt’s house and delivered the mattress. It turned out all the kids had gone into town to see to a movie, so Gretel decided to go back home with me rather than hang around and be bored by the adults. I threw all the rope in the back seat and we took off.

Gretel has long dark hair, brown eyes, and prominent cheekbones. Her chin is large. Masculine, like the exaggerated jaw you see on a cartoon superhero. Her nose is a little large too. But somehow it all comes together. She’s definitely the cutest of my sisters. Of course I’m biased.

As I recall she was wearing green shorts and a white spaghetti top and sandals. I didn’t like her sitting in the back seat, because when she does that it usually means she’s going to go regal on me. But on that summer day she started playing with the rope. I didn’t turn around, but I sneaked peeks in the rear-view mirror, and saw her wrapping it around her wrist and smiling.

“That was cool the way you tied the mattress to the roof,” she said.

“Well, what else was I supposed to do with it? Drag it behind the car?”

Gretel giggled. “Too bad you can’t tie me to the roof,” she grinned. “It’d be a great way to get around town.”

“Your hair would get full of bugs,” I pointed out.”

At a stop sign I looked back, and saw that my perverse little sister had actually tied the clothesline to her left wrist, and run a few loops around her right wrist. She had that shy but sly expression I knew all too well from our tie-up games. Obviously she was imagining a ropey scenario. We had done pirates and bank robbers and girl detective; she could be remembering one of those. Or maybe the sight of the white cord had triggered something new.

Did I mention we lived in the country? I turned down a side road, ran a quarter mile, then turned into a gravel road that ran deep into someone’s corn field. The corn was so high we couldn’t be seen from the main road, and the chances of someone coming along the side road were remote.

“Where are you going?” Gretel asked.

I stopped the car and turned around. “Want to play a tie-up game?”

“Out here?”

“Why not? Would you rather go home and watch TV?”

She didn’t say anything. She just held out her bound wrists and smiled. That’s what comes from being a farm kid, I guess. You learn to make your own entertainment.

I climbed in the back seat and untied her wrists. Being a well-trained little sister she immediately crossed them behind her back. But this time I had something different in mind. I had her lie face down on the seat and put her arms behind her back. Kneeling on the transmission hump, I arranged her forearms parallel to each other, so each hand was near the opposite elbow, and then carefully wound them with rope, tying a knot every few inches. I used two 10-foot pieces of rope. I made the ropes snug enough that she couldn’t pull free, and put the knots were where her fingers couldn’t reach. Gretel craned her neck and tried to peer over her shoulder, trying to see what I was doing.

“OK. Sit up.”

She obeyed, grinning. She really liked being my captive. I never felt like I was taking advantage of her or anything. We had joked about her being a slave in a previous life.

Next I looped a piece of rope around her legs, just above the knees, and cinched it tight. Then I did the same thing to her ankles. (After taking off her sandals, so she was barefoot.) Her feet were so small and delicate it was always a pleasure to look at them as I tied her ankles. Her toenails were painted red. After I tied her ankles I scooted her over to the right side of the rear seat and snapped the seat belt into place. Of course I tightened it as much as I could, both the lap belt and the over-the-shoulder strap.

“This is awesome,” Gretel said, eyes shining. She wiggled around, but couldn’t move very much. Her arms were up so high on her back that she couldn’t even get her fingers to the latch of the seat belt.

Being a thorough big brother, I tied her bound ankles to the metal rail at the bottom of the shotgun seat. Then I looked her over. She was completely helpless. And the cool thing was, you couldn’t tell her arms were tied. Except for the rope at her knees and ankles she could have been a girl out for a normal boring drive. She looked down at her knees, pinned together by symmetrical lines of rope, and smiled.

“What are you thinking?” I asked.

“I was hitchhiking, and a criminal picked me up. You’re kidnapping me and taking me to your hideout.”

Such a lurid imagination for a sixth grader! I had been planning on just sitting there in the corn field, enjoying watching her struggle, but her words gave me an exciting new idea.

I checked the trunk, which, being a farmer’s car, was crammed with all sorts of junk. I selected two: someone’s spare T-shirt and a dust mask.

She couldn’t see what I was doing, and that made her nervous. “Billy? Billy?” she called.

The T-shirt was reasonably clean, so I cut off a long strip around the waist with my knife. I stepped back up to the open door. As soon as Gretel saw that cloth in my hand she knew she was going to be gagged. She liked being gagged but she always pretended to fight it. In games at home she would say “Help, help!” in a normal or quiet voice, but out in the corn field I guess she figured no one would hear us, so she started bellowing. “HELP! HELP! I”M BEING KIDNAPPED!” She also jerked her head from side to side and front and back and generally gave me a hard time.

But I persevered, and finally got the stretchy cotton between her lips. It was long enough to loop around twice. Before I tied it I pulled her long hair out from under and arranged it so it covered the gag on the sides and back. Gretel glared at me and made mumbling sounds, but overall she seemed pleased that the game was on track.

Then I sprang a surprise. I put the dust mask over her face so it covered the gag in front. It was the blue 3M type, consisting of a porous paper filter and an elastic band that goes around your head. It’s worn by people who are allergic to corn pollen or sensitive to the chemicals we use on the fields. (Any of you city slickers who think rural life means clean air are in for a big surprise if you come to the Midwest in summer.) I hated covering her gagged mouth, because I liked the bright white cloth digging into her tanned cheeks, liked watching her teeth chew on the cloth, but it was essential for the next stage of my plan.

Now that my sister was bound and gagged and completely helpless, I closed all of the doors and turned on the ignition and started back along the gravel road.

At first she didn’t realize what was happening. She just sat there, gazing out into the field. Then we came to the side road, and I pulled out of the corn field. Glancing in the rear view mirror, I could see Gretel’s brown eyes darting from side to side. We came to the main road, and I stopped at the sign.

“LLLLEEEE! WWWWTTTTT RRRRR UUUU DDDNNN?”

“Just going for a little drive.”

“NNNNN!” She bounced up and down in frustration.

A truck zoomed by. I crept forward enough to make sure the road was clear, then pulled out and quickly accelerated. I followed the truck, matching his speed, but staying a quarter mile back. There was no other traffic in sight.

“LLLEEE! ET MMEE GGGO!” Gretel squirmed and struggled.

“Relax,” I said. “Anyone who passes us from ahead is going to flash by so fast they won’t even notice you. Anyone who passes us from behind will be concentrating on the road ahead, not looking in the back seat. Even if he does, he’ll see a girl wearing a dust mask. Perfectly normal, wouldn’t you say? Ooops. I forgot. You can’t say!” I chortled at my witticism.

After contorting like mad, Gretel finally managed to hunch her shoulder down and to the side and get her fingers on the seat belt latch. But then I guess she realized that even if she did release it, she would still be tied up, so what was the point? She straightened up and let her head slump back against the seat.

I cruised along, no particular destination in mind, just trying to avoid towns and stay on minor roads. I was thrilled to be driving around with a girl tied up and gagged in the back of my car. What a buzz!

I came up behind a big tractor-trailer. There was some traffic coming the other way, so I couldn’t pass. I slowed down and studied the plates and stuff people had written in the dirt on the back of the truck.

“I wonder if that trucker would buy you,” I said.

“Mmmm?” Gretel’s head came up and her eyes opened wide.

“Those long-haul truckers get lonely on the road. I bet this guy would love to have a pretty girl to keep him company.”

“NNNOO WWWAAA.”

“Did you know they have a little compartment behind the driver? It’s like a small room with a bed. He’d have to keep you tied up and gagged, of course, so you couldn’t signal a state trooper or the guys at the weigh station. But you’d be cozy and warm.

Gretel snorted skeptically. But she looked a little worried.

“I bet he’s heading for California. I wonder how many days it would take to drive to California. A lot of girls would get claustrophobic being tied up in a small compartment for a couple of days, but not you. You’d just tell yourself stories, right?”

“Nnnnnn,” she moaned plaintively and shook her head.

“Maybe I should,” I said, as if talking to myself. “I bet she’d love to be a trucker’s pet. I could flash my lights and get him to pull over. If I sold her for $200 I could—”

“NNNNN!” she wailed.

“Just kidding,” I said, reaching back and patting her knee. Gretel gave me the skunk-eye and let her head flop back again.

I drove around for another hour, then found a quiet cornfield in which to release her. I really like gags, so as soon as we were hidden away I took off the dust mask so I could see the cotton cloth pulled through her mouth. Rope by rope I untied her, starting at the ankles, working my way up to her arms. Gretel just sat there passively, as if tired. I left the gag for last. I was apprehensive about what she’d say when the gag came off (that line about selling her to the trucker was a bit much) but to my surprise, my little sister grabbed me and gave me a big hug.

“Thanks, Billy. That was awesome!”

“So you liked that, huh.”

“Oh man. You are a nut case, that’s for sure.” She pulled her hair back and got it arranged and put it up in a ponytail with a rubber band. “You can take me home now,” she said, in the princess-y voice I hate.”

B.B.
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Anyway, let's go back to posting stories, y'all. What say?

When I was 12, like other boys my age, I grew my hair out to about shoulder length. It was the in thing then and I wanted to be cool. Stacey, 14 at the time, had her hair at about the same length. And we looked a lot alike. The week before that school started, I didn't tell my sister when some package was here. To make up for it I had to do something for her. I said ok and that I would do it. My parents were away, so she took me and taped me securly to the chair. She told me what I would have to do. We were both in the school band and played saxophone. I was 3rd rank and she was 1st. She didn't want to play the solo, so I as her would. Also, I would have to be tied as much as I could without being noticed then. I agreed. The band uniforms that we have to wear are black and white. White shirt and black vests for both boys and girls, and long black skirt for girls and black pants for boys. I practiced the solo all year long until the 3-hour concert came. My parents weren't going to the concert because they had to work. So my aunt was driving us. First I helped my sister get ready. We got fitted for the tops and mine were bigger, so she just used her's and I used mine. Stacey put on my pants, socks, and shoes. She then made my hair look like her's and her hair look like mine. Stacey made sure I had breasts. And then did my makeup. She then put my baseball cup on me and taped it down. And taped her breasts down. She then put her panties on me and lifted the skirt up and zipped it for me. She gave me her 3-inch heels to put on as well. That was it. We looked in the mirror and couldn't tell a difference. Then, just to be sure, she put my hair in a bun. My aunt came and took us there. The whole thing went great. She untied the part that was tied and said she had fun. Strangely, so did I.

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This happend last weekend. My girl frend Katie was coming over to my house, she still doesn't have a car and so her mom has to drive her over. So i was waiting for her out side at 11:00 when she said she be here. As i was waiting i got a call, it was her saying that her mom understood 12 o'clock so she was gunna be late. Felling a little down i went to my room and laid on my bed, trying to think of some thing to do, then i got the idea that i would tie my self up... i know it was kinda a random thing what can i say... so i went to my closet, and got out my sack of ropes on tape and stuff. (for all of you intrested im 6 foot or so, dirty blond hair, green eyes, dressed in a long gray sleeve shirt with a black short sleeve tee-shirt and blue jeans with socks on) I took some thick white rope and tied up my ankels in a figuer 8 knot. then i took some duct tape and raped it around my ankels to cover the knot. then with a old green and black jump rope i tied up my knees just above. then i took two dress socks and tied them together to form a knot kinda like a ball gag it is. That i tied around my head after stuffing an ankel sock into my mouth. works very well. I then lay down and put my hands behind my back and by rapping rope around them then across i tied them tightly behind my back. I mmmmmpppppffffttt alot and just fought agenst the binds. then my cell phone got a text messige, all it takes on mine is opening it, to display the messige so i flicked it open and wiggled around to see what it said.

I have to go so ill be back. if yall are intressed in hearing the end. i guess let me know

i was driving down my neighborhood and passed by the house of these two girls that i babysit occasionally. the cutest things ever! anyways, i glanced out my window and did a double take, because what i saw really surprised me.

one of the girls was outside with a young boy, one of her friends. the funny part was she was in the process of tying that boy to the pole of her basketball hoop with a jumprope, out in broad daylight in the street as happy as could be! an old couple was sitting in their car a little ways away, watching the scene with great interest. it made me wonder of they were remembering some games they had had as young teens.

anyways, now that i've seen that, i'm looking forward to the next time i babysit those girls. who knows..maybe there will be some stories to tell!

just wanted to ask if any girls from the uk wanted to chat about tie-ups via email

mail me if you do!

It’s probably not necessary to list everyone involved, but I’ll do it anyway in case it is. There’s me (14), my cousin Jack (18), and his girlfriend Lizzy (19). This time, the story happens at night, because my mum was going out with some friends, and, instead of wanting to stay home, I asked if I could stay at my aunt and uncles for the night. She didn’t see anything wrong with it, so we drove out to the farm and she dropped me off at the doorstep.

I knocked for about five minutes, and the only reason I wasn’t thinking nobody was home was because there were lights on in the kitchen (it was about 7 o’clock at night, non day-light-savings time). Mum had already left, so I was left to wait on the doorstep until someone noticed I was there.

Which someone did. Lizzy opened the door about five minutes after I arrived, and apologized for the wait. She was wearing a black tank top and a pair of dark grey trousers. I was just wearing a black hooded jumper, a grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

“Where’s Jack?” I asked when I saw he wasn’t in the kitchen, or the lounge room past Lizzy.

“He’s taking a shower.” Lizzy said. “That’s why I didn’t hear you-” For a few seconds I thought she was going to say she’d been in there with him. “-, I was talking to him and between his voice and the shower it was hard to hear you.”

That seemed possible, though I found it unlikely, since I couldn’t hear the shower, and said as much to Lizzy.

“He was just getting out when I came down.” Lizzy said, without missing a beat. I shrugged, and showed her my sleeping bag and backpack that carried a change of clothes, my portable CD player, and a book.

“Where should I put this?” I asked.

“Oh, spare room, Jacks room, anywhere you like basically.” Lizzy said. “Your aunt and uncle are at some get-together in town, they won’t be back till after midnight most like’.”

I nodded, and took my sleeping bag and backpack up to Jacks room, I knocked, since the door was closed, and at the same time Jack came out of the bathroom (I’ll say that I was a tad disappointed. I had hoped that he was tied up). As usual, he was wearing a leather jacket, though he wasn’t wearing leather pants this time. He was wearing a red leather jacket, a dark purple t-shirt and black corduroy pants.

“Lizzy said I could put my stuff in your room.” I said, pushing the door open. He nodded, and followed me in. I dropped my stuff in a corner of his room to be sorted out later, then turned to go back downstairs.

“Are you staying the night?” Jack asked. I nodded.

“Mum arranged it with you dad.” I said. I seemed a little more pleased then he had a second ago, but I only now know the reason for it.

We went back downstairs, and had our favorite food for dinner: phone ordered pizza, which arrived about twenty minutes later. We feasted on that for a while, and then we had an arm wrestling tournament to see who would choose the DVD. For once, I was the one who won the arm wrestle, and my decision was Star Wars: The Phantom Menace. We watched that until about 9:30, and then Jack said it was time for me to go to bed.

“But I’m too old to be sent to bed.” I complained, and continued to complain along those lines for the next ten minutes until Jack finally won over, and I walked grudgingly up the stairs to his room, where my stuff was. I pulled a mattress out from under his bed, and set the sleeping bag up on it. I was not, however, going to bed yet.

I knew from past observations that Jack would be downstairs making out with Lizzy on the lounge, so I would be undisturbed for at least twenty minutes (I didn’t know it was possible to kiss someone for that long though). So I searched Jacks room for a few things, finding them in the strangest places, and then I sat in wait by the door, after turning the hall and bedroom light off.

Sure enough, about twenty minutes later, I heard the door open and close, and saw Jack and Lizzy silhouette in the light from the kitchen as they walked out to her car. After a few minutes of goodbye kissing, Lizzy climbed into the car, and drove away.

So, finally, I could have my revenge (I do not appreciate being sent to bed, especially by someone who was only a few years older then me). I waited a few more minutes for Jack to come upstairs.

He opened the door, and I was thankful he hadn’t turned the hallway light on, or he may have seen me. He took about three steps into the room, and then I jumped on top of him, wrapping one arm around his arms and clapping my other hand over his mouth. There was no one in the house to hear him, and the nearest neighbors were about a mile away, but I did it to emphasize what was happening.

Now, Jack and I are about the same size, despite our age differences, and we are roughly as strong as each other as well, so although he put up a good fight, I think he was already a little worn out from making out with Lizzy.

I lacked any rope at that time, so I forced him onto his knees, and then pushed him forward, so that he was lying on the edge of the sleeping bag. Before he had a chance to push me off, I began rolling him up in the sleeping bag, which was unzipped so that it was just large enough to hold him form his neck to his ankles, all the while with my hand still over his mouth so he couldn’t talk.

When I had finished rolling him up, I reached under his bed where I’d hidden my makeshift supplies, and pulled out a belt I’d gotten from his wardrobe. I slid it underneath him (not an easy task, since I was lying on top of him to keep him from moving, and I still kept my hand over his mouth, so I had to do it all one-handed).

I swapped hands quickly so I could pull the belt out on the other side, then brought the end back around to the buckle, and then tightened it until Jack gave a slight wince in pain. I then finished buckling the belt, and then grabbed the second one and did the same to the part of the sleeping back where I hoped his knees were.

I then grabbed the bandanna from under the bed, the same one Lizzy had gagged him with the week before, and tied it around his mouth so I could remove my hand and go get the proper things I needed.

As I stood up to look him over and make sure everything was tight enough, I smiled innocently down at him. “Maybe next time you won’t be as eager to send me to bed, you never know what might be waiting for you when you come up.” I said, then I turned and left the room, walking downstairs, and then downstairs again to the basement, which I searched for a few minutes, until I found a few lengths of rope.

I went back upstairs, and undid the belt around his legs, and moved the sleeping bag aside up to his hands. I ten sat on his legs so he couldn’t move them, and beg tying one of the pieces of rope around his wrists, not unlike the way Lizzy had tied me up the week before, except I didn’t intend to hogtie my cousin.

I then moved down a bit and tied the second piece of rope around his ankles. After that was done, I moved back up and undid the second belt, pulled him out of the sleeping bag, and tied the remaining rope around his to pin them to his sides. All this time he was mmmphing at me, which I was guessing were either threats or pleas. Either way, I didn’t appreciate the noise.

“Shut up, Jack,” I said. “You should be thankful I let you stay clothed. I saw a show once where they made a guy strip down to his underwear before they tied him up.” His eyes widened, I don’t know if it was because he realized I might of made him strip down or because he was shocked I’d seen something like that. I took the silence as a chance to say something else. “I’ll untie you when your mum and dad get back, or at midnight, depending on which comes first.” I smiled at him, then stood up and walked over to his desk and began searching through the videos. I would need something to keep me awake if I wanted to stay awake until midnight.

I chose a video, put it on and then walked over to his bed and sat down to watch the video. By the time it finished, it was about five minutes till midnight, and I figured Jack had learned his lesson, so I knelt down and untied the rope around his ankles, then arms, and then set there for a moment trying to decide whether to take the gag off before or after I untied his hands. In the end, I reached behind his head and untied the bandanna, pulling it out of his mouth. He laid there for a moment, working his jaws. Then he turned his attention on me, and for a minute I thought he was going to yell at me. Then he just smirked, which was ten times as terrifying as the thought of yelling at me, in a different way.

“Okay, you’ve made your point.” He said. I nodded and walked around to untie his wrists. He rubbed them for a moment, getting the circulation going again, and then he looked at the clock. “Well, you certainly stayed up later then I expected.” He said. “I guess we’ll both be asleep when they get home.” He stood up, and then gave me hand to get to my feet, and then we both got into our respective beds, though Jack stripped down to his boxer shorts first.

So, that’s the end of my second story. Let me know what you think, and I’ll get the next one up in about a week probably. Until then, cyas and adios and ttyl.

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There was this girl who I used to look after. Her name was Tammy. She was a cute little thing, dark hair around eight or nine years old, and very playful. She had a working father and a stay-at-home mother, and my job was to look after her on days when her mother would be home late due to whatever reasons.

Anyway, Tammy had arrived at my house as she did during those days, and took her shoes off and left them at the door.

She talked a bit about school, friends, stuff going on in her life, and that sort of thing and then she went to watch TV.

I forget what cartoon she was watching, but at one point, the girl character got tied up. Tammy was watching intently, and I could tell she was kept in suspense. I pointed it out to her.

"You really seem to find it exciting when that girl's tied up, don't you?" I asked her. "Yeah," she said, "I wonder what it would be like. Like, to not be able to move, and stuff like that."

"Maybe I could show you," I told her. Her eyes lit up. I knew I was right on target. "We can pretend. You can be my hostage. Just for pretend, of course. And I'll be the badguy."

"Really?!" she cried excitedly. "That would be awesome!"

"Then get ready!" I said. "Sit on that chair and close your eyes."

I went out to the garage to get some rope, and I looked around in my other stuff and got some cloths. Then I returned to see Tammy sitting there waiting for me.

I took one cloth and wrapped it around her eyes as a blindfold, tying it behind her head. She giggled in anticipation. I could tell she was enjoying this. But I also knew I couldn't tie her up too stringently or do anything that would freak her out, so I had to keep it light.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, and then took her to the middle of the room and told her to stand there. Then I took her hands, and put them behind her back. I didn't cross them, but I wrapped several coils of rope around them, wrapped a bit around the middle, and tied it well. Her hands weren't going anywhere.

"You're going nowhere, my dear!" I said in my "best" cartoon villain voice.

She giggled and tried to move her hands, and walked around gingerly since she couldn't see anything. After a short while, I decided it was time to add a little bit more to my work of art. I grabbed Tammy's shoulders and gently pushed her down, telling her to kneel down. She did just that, and knelt while I got another coil of rope to tie her feet with.

I wrapped the rope around Tammy's ankles and tied them much the same way as I had tied her wrists. Tammy giggled excitedly. She was really enjoying this.

I picked her up and placed her on the couch and watched her from the chair. She began to struggle a little bit, playfully rather than seriously, until she began to play up the prisoner role by asking questions.

"What are you going to do to me? What do you want from me?" she asked. Things like that.

I wasn't sure what to say, so I put on my villain voice again and said "you'll stay here until I don't need you anymore. You'll find out what I want soon enough!"

I hadn't gagged her yet, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to. I'd just do whatever she and I both found fun.

I also couldn't let this last forever, as eventually, her mom would be in to pick her up. I knew she wouldn't be happy seeing her daughter tied up in my house, even if it was just for fun.

"Oh, the boss is gonna have some fun with you," I said in my villain voice. Then I changed to another voice and said, "what's going on in here?"

"We caught this little one snooping around," I said as the regular villain.

"Give her to me!" I said as the "boss".

And I picked Tammy up and carried her to my bedroom, and laid her on her back.

I then decided to gag her, pulling the cloth in her teeth and tying it behind her head. She was still able to talk somewhat (I didn't make it too tight), but I said, "children should be seen, and not heard!" in my "boss" voice.

She struggled a bit, while I looked at the clock. We had plenty of time before her mother would come, but I didn't want to push it.

After a while, I left the bedroom, and then re-entered announcing in a "hero" voice, "there she is! We found Tammy! Let's set her free. That man will pay for what he did!"

I ungagged her, and she said in a pretend panicky voice, "the bad guys found me and tied me up! Get me out of here!" I unblindfolded her, then untied her.

After that, she gave me her "thank yous" as if I was still the hero, and ran back out to the living room.

I made her promise not to tell her parents about our tie-up game, though, because if they knew, they'd freak out and think that I was hurting her. I made sure she understood, and it was done.

I never did get to tie up Tammy again, though she did sometimes make reference to that "prisoner" game we played. The most I ever did after that was hold her hands behind her back one time or another, and cup her mouth, but there were no more actual tie-ups since.

She moved about a year later when her dad found a new job in another city, and I never saw her again.

That's my tie-up experience to share with you all. Thanks for reading.

I'd recived strict instructions from her mother that she had to get ready for bed at 10pm. 10pm came so I told her that it was bed time, to which she replied.

"No I'm not going to bed yet theres stuff on TV"

so I said, "but its 10 o'clock, your mum says you have to go to bed"

"Aw please can't I stay up? PLEASE?" she said.

"Nope, you have to go to bed, otherwise your parents won't be very pleased with me." I replied.

"But they won't be back till about 2 or 3 in the morning" she argued.

"You're not staying up that late" I said.

"Fine" she replied and stormed out of the room.

That was the end of it. or so I thought.

10 minutes later she was back downstairs wearing a pair of white pyjamas and a white dressing gown.

"I'm just getting some water to take to bed incase I get thirsty." She said making her way through to the kitchen.

There was some strange banging and rustling goin on in there. I could hear cupboards opening and closing. I lifted my head and thought about going to see what she was up to, but decided I couldn't be bothered and put my head back down into a cushion. I was lying on my stomach on the couch.

I could feel myself drifting off to sleep. It'd been quite a long day. The next thing I new, Kate was sat ontop of me wrapping my arms together with silver ductape!

"what are you doing?" I cried.

"Shut up!" She answered and before I could even think about it she had wrapped my ankles together too. She moved on to my knees and my chest.

"Kate let me out now! This isn't funny!" I shouted.

"Oh I think it's helarious!" she said. And with that she got off me, and started swiveling me around so that I was sat up on the couch.

"Kate what are you doing?" I said "Let me out now! I'll tell your MMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHH" I felt a soft damp hand clamp tightly over my mouth as she sat on the couch and pulled me so that my back was leaning against her chest.

"Your not telling anyone anything. Now we're gonna sit here and watch tv for a while."

I couldn't belive this was happening. There I was all trussed up and being hand gagged by a girl who I was supposed to be in charge of who is four years younger than me.

I mannaged to get out a muffled "Kate let me go."

"Hmmm you can still talk too well." she said.

I started to lick her hand to try and get it off my mouth.

There was a box of tissues on the the coffee table infront of us. She reached out and grabbed a handful. Her thumb and finger then clamped my nostrils shut as she lifted her hand from my mouth. I opened it up gasping for air.

As I did that she let out a mischevious giggle as she stuffed the ball of tissue paper into my mouth. It dried my mouth out instantly and stuck to the sides. She moved her hands away for a second and I took the opertunity to attempt to push the paper out of my mouth with my tongue.

I heard that familier ripping sound as she pulled a piece of tape from the roll. She tipped me down so that I was lying accross her lap. She let out another girly giggle.

I was staring at her grinning face as her hands moved towards my mouth with a piece of tape between them. I experienced such a feeling of helplessness as I felt the bit of paper I'd mannaged to struggle out of my mouth slide back in with ease as the the tape formed a seal around my lips.

"There. Baby can't talk at all now can he!" she teased. I let out another "MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHH!!!"

I spent the rest of the night sat leaning against her chest gagged extreamly effectively with her hand over the tape which was sticking my lips shut and keeping the tissue in my mouth which was stopping my tounge from moving.

She'd poke or tickle me now and again in between flicking through the TV channels, and I'd let out an "MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHH!"

She'd usually laugh and let out a comment like: "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to speak with your mouth full?" or "Weren't you ever told to open you mouth when you speak?"

She laughed and teased, "haha who's babysitting who now then?"

Eventually I started drifing off again. I was supprisingly comfortable and felt increadilby safe and warm. When I woke up, the clock infront of me said 1:30 am. I'd been in this situation for nearly 3 hours! I felt that Kates hand was only loosely over my mouth now. She'd fallen asleep!

I wriggled around and MMMMPPPHHHed madly. She woke up.

"Oh I must have fallen asleep. What time is it? 1:30! I'd better untie you!" She did. Slowly! Leaving the gag till last. I made her swear never to tell anyone about the incident otherwise I'd tell her parents she didn't go to bed, but a few weeks later she passed me in the corridoor at school with her friends. They all giggled and MMMPPPHHed at me. She must have told them.

The next time I "babysat" Kate was quite interesting too. But I'll save that for later.

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Just like a girl named Tess, who lives 3 doors next of me.
Early September I needed to 'baby'sit her, cause her mom didn't want her to be alone till 1 am.

Her 14 year old sister was out for a sleepover and her little brothers were at their Grandfather and Grandmother.
As her mom didn't want her to be alone, she asked me to come over. This was on a Saturday evening.

So it was 6.30 pm and right after dinner her parents left. They told me to put her to bed at 10, or if she would be sweet 10.30.
To make a long story short, time went and it was already 10 pm. So I told her to put on her pyjama and come back to watch TV for another 30 minutes. So she did and came back with her pyjama on, blabla.
After 30 minutes I said: "Come on, time to go to bed."
She said:"Why? It's only 10.30!"
"Because your mom said!" I said. "And now go!"
And I walked up the stairs with her in front of me."

When we came upstairs, we entered her room and there were pantyhoses all over the place, but bacause it always is a mess in her room, I didn't care.

As I said:"Come on, get in.", she turned around and she gave me a kick in my groin-area. As all guys would do, I put my hands on it.

She pushed me onto her bed, grabbed a pantyhose and started tieing my wrists behind my back. Boy, it was tight!

"Hey, what the heck do you think you're doing?", I said.
"Let me go! NOW!", as I tried to kick her.

As soon as she finished my wrists she grabbed another pantyhose and tied my feet with it, after a struggle to hold them down on the bed. She pulled really hard!

"Now hurry up and let me go, will ya!" I said.
"No way!" she said. "You're my captive and you're going to listen to ME now!"

I could clearly see she enjoyed every single minute of it, but I didn't. All I wanted, was to watch my favourite programme, called "Crime Scene Investigation".

So, I said I wanted to watch my programme and she turned her little TV on.

"I can tell you, that I'm going to tell your parents." I said.
"You think you can still give me orders? Then I think that you're wrong! I'm telling what's going to happen, not you Daniel!" she said.

"Oh, I forgot to gag you!" she said. As I turned my head away from her.
She hold my head still and pushed a rolled up sock in my mouth, pushing my tongue down and not being able of pushing it out. She tied a pantyhose over it to be really sure it wouldn't come out and she said to me:

"So, this would keep you quite... You thought you could tell me when to go to bed? Haha, you should've known better! Stupid little Daniel! Hahaha, and she started to giggle.

"I heard from my sister that you're ticklish... Is it true?"
I shook my head to tell her "No".
"Let's check it out then!" she said, just started to tickle.

I started to scream through my gag, well at least I tried to, but all that came out were a couple of mmmph's.

"What's wrong Daniel? So you ARE ticklish, huh?

Grrr, I hate it when she is doing like she is the smartest!

She went on tickling till 11.15. Then she totally untied me took my gag off and she went downstairs.

She turned around and I jumped on her, pushing her to the floor. I sat on her belly and pushed her upper arms down.

"Now go to your bed and don't even dare to come downstairs again, because I'll get some tape and let you sleep bound and gagged! Just in case you were planning to come out..." I said as I slightly grinned.

She got up went to her bed and didn't came back down.

Wow, I would wish every 12 year old would listen that good at once..., I thought by myself.

Hope you enjoyed my story!

And well, it isn't really BABYsitting, huh? It's more like TEENAGERsitting...

early teens. this happened about 2-3 days ago... my friend Sam spent the night. we were in the computer room in my basemwnt with the door shut. i said hey want to tie each other up? he said ya..sure. so he got this rope frome a ROBE (confusing?) and he took it with a cord to something. first he tied my hands behined my back with the cord. then he took the robe thing and tied my feet.pretty good tie to. then he gagged me with a rope from another robe. and then he said hmmm this is a nice sock.... and then he took both off and tickled my feet!! for about 3 min. then after about 6 min. he let me go. it was a lot of fun and the next time he comes over its time for revenge!!

They were 17 and 18 and Liz and I were 16. There were 6 of them.

One day on the weekend when our parents were away they captured me and Liz and overpowered us. They tied our hands behind our backs with ropes and then handcuffed us too, putting handcuffs over the ropes on our hands.. They tied our feet with rope and put duct tape on our mouths for gags. They laughed at us and locked us in the walk-in closet downstairs off the living room

Later Laura and her friends dragged us out and told us, “We’re going to give one of you a chance to get free. This is going to be like “Survivor.” One of you will be given immunity. You’ll be set free as a reward. But instead of being made to leave, the other will stay tied up and be punished.”

Laura’s friend Sue took our shoes and socks off and left Liz and I barefoot. We were then told of our “challenge.” It would be a barefoot race while tied up, up and down the stairs with obstacles along the way. The first one to finish and untie themselves in a set amount of time would win and be set free. The other one would lose and be punished. If we didn’t finish in the timeframe given, we would booth lose and be punished.

They didn’t mention what the punishment was until after Laura described the insane challenge they all cooked up.

Here it was:

We had to make our way upstairs to Laura’s bedroom with our hands and feet bound and with gags on our mouths. Two friends (Sara and Kim) waited there. When we got there we’d find two decks of cards on the floor in their boxes. One red and one blue.

Our gags would be taken off and we would have to pick the cards up in our teeth and make our way down the upstairs hallway on our knees. If we dropped the decks we’d have to go back to the starting line downstairs, gagged again. With the decks in our teeth we had to go on our knees to an assigned corner of my parents’ bedroom down the hall (about 15 feet). Laura’s friend Jamie would be waiting there.

We would then be forced to open the cardboxes with our feet and use out toes to sort through the cards and find the 4 aces. Then we would have to pick the 4 aces up in our teeth and make our way back downstairs to the living room.

If we dropped the cards at all we had to go back to my parents’ bedroom and unpack the cards and pick them up with our teeth again.

When we got there we would hand the cards with our teeth to Laura and another friend Amber (the other two friends had taken off). Amber would then force us to hop down the hall into the den about 20 feet away. She would then unlock the handcuffs and blindfold us with a scarf. She would give us an hour to get untie our hands and feet from the ropes, while blindfolded. If we got untied in the hour, we would take our blindfolds off and run them back to Laura.

The first person to hand the blindfold to Laura would be the winner. The reward was they would be forgiven and set free. The other person lost.

The loser would stay tied up. If the loser was lucky enough to have the handcuffs undone by this point, they would be put back on and the person would be gagged again and put on the living room floor, bound and gagged, at the feet of all 5 of them.

Laura then said.

“If you lose, we’re going to keep you tied up and tickle you for the rest of the night.” And they all laughed. The same tickle fate would await both people if neither got untied in time.

The girls took their places and Laura cupped my face in her hands and smiled.

“You will learn to play tricks on me,” she giggled. “I hope you lose and we tickle you to death!”

I gulped through the gag and turned red.

“Survivors get ready, and go!” Laura yelled. Liz and hopped off toward the stairs, tied up and gagged. We were both rushing and panicking.

Who won?

Take a guess. It shouldn’t be too hard to figure out.

ouch...

SHOULD I CONTINUE?????

I was 15 at this time, and so was my girlfriend Victoria. It was a hot summer day and we returned from a bicycle-tour, so we both wore skintight cycle-lycra-shorts and T-shirts. We were pretty out of breath, so Victoria led me to her father's garage, wich lay on our way, to have a rest.
It was sunday, so the garage was not opened, we were allone.

I watched at the cars standing around (Victoria's Vather sometimes restored veterans and I like old cars) as Victoria called me from the tool-wall section.
"Remember this?" she asked me, pointig at a chain hanging on the wall.
I remembered! When we discovered that chain some days before I made a joke like "Good for tying someone up".
"Now, what would you say, if I'd tie you up with this chain", Victoria asked. I was shocked for a second. Victoria would really like to tie me up? I never told her about the self-tying I sometimes did, she did't know I have always waited for a moment like this...TO BE TIED UP BY SOMEONE ELSE!

"Allright, I'm your prisoner", I said, "do with me whatever you want!"
Victoria giggled. She was a very funny girl, always happy, always in a good mood, always positive. I liked her the most for this character. She had short red-brown hair, really female curves, and a bit short legs. I also liked this.
"Whatever I want", she laughed. "Oh boy, this could be uncomfortable for you!"
"I can take a lot", I bravely lied. Of course I wanted to impress her.
I was kind of skinny in this time, and not one of the bravest. But for a good tie-up adventure I really would take some hard ones.

Victoria started her game.
"Strip your Shirt", she commanded. This thrilled me. How far would she go? I stood there with only these skintight shorts. Victoria also told me to take off my sneaks and socks.
The concrete floor seemed cold to my bare feet, but never mind - it was a hot day and, perhaps, it was going to get even hotter!

"Hands behind your back!" I liked this command, knowing she would tie me in my favorite position.
She opened a door under a working bench and took some things out: Some rope, some hard stucking silver ducttape and some scarf. With one of the ropes she bound my wrists together. Crossed over and very tight.
"I thought, you will use the chain", I asked.
"Just wait and see", she said with a smile. "Now sit down on the floor!"
I did as she ordered. The equipment she "suddenly" found told me: Victoria had planned this exactly. She moved very seriously, as she had a real importand job to do.

As soon as I sat on the floor with my hands tied behind my back, Victoria took the chain from the wall.
The chain was not heavy, but it was very long. The single links were shorter than an inch. And it looked all new, there was no rusty part. The whole chain was shiny and it seemed to me like a christmas gift.

Victoria began to lay the chain behind my neck, leading it to the front of my shoulders, under my arms through to my back, where she locked it in a genious way: She put a screw through the end of the chain and through the link that came nearest to it and shut these links together by screwing a screw nut from the other side. It worked like a lock.
"This part of the restraint will not be so tight, because I don't want to break your neck", she said. I was thankfull to hear that.
Now that the chain was fixed around my upper torso like a harness, Victoria had nearly the whole length left to tie me.

Before she began, she took some of the scarfes from the working bench and told me to open my mouth. Then she stuffed three pieces of scarf into my mouth untill she was sure to have filled it completely. She then cut off a six inch of ducttape and pressed it over my stuffed mouth.
I was completely silenced. My cheeks looked like a ballon, they were totally stuffed. I couldn't even give a sound from me.

Having me still sitting on the cold concrete floor, having me tied and gagged securely and half nude, my girlfriend now began to wrap the chain aruond my arms. She pulled it after each loop to tighten it.
That was a bit hard. A chain is not as comfortable as ropes are. It is hard and cold and squeezes sometimes. And Victoria really wrapped it hard around my body. But I had promised to be brave, so i just sighed sometimes into my gag. At least there was nothing more I could do.
"Mmmmph - mmmph... nothing more.

My arms were pinned to my body and Victoria kept on wrapping. Now the chain was tied around my thigs, down to my knees, down to my ankles.
Really, this chain was long! It was not finished when Victoria bound it around my ankles several times, always tightening it as usual. So she decided to loop the rest around my bare feet, once, twice, and then locked it like before with a screw. The chain was all finished.

There I sat on the floor, with a chain wrapped around my whole body. I wasn't able to move anything. The chain was tight like hell!
Victoria took me tenderly and layed me face down. I began to struggle - that means - I tried. The chain made it impossible to move.
"Now, my smart boy, do you like it so far", Victoria laughed.
"Mmmmph-mmmph-mm-mmm", I answered. The gag was as tight as the bonds. I discovered, that my girl knew how to tie someone up. Did she practise sometimes? I would have to talk with her as soon as I could talk again.

Then Victotia surprised me with another trick: I didn't see her coming. Suddenly she bound another scarf around my eyes and knotted it together behind my head. Then she fixed it with more ducttape on my forhead and my (stuffed) cheeks. It was absolutely dark.
I mmphed into my gag and tried to move on the floor like a worm. The chain hurt a little bit, but I was all excited and thrilled. I was absolutely helpless gagged, blidfolded, tied with only a cycle-short on, and completely restrained by a mercyless chain.

That was not the finish of Victoria's plan. Suddenly I felt her hand working on the chain on my back right above my bum. I coldn't see, but I knew what would come next:
She knotted another rope to that chain and pulled it down between my butts. She was going to crochrope me! Wow!
At this time I have never had sex with her or any other girl before. In my fantasy, yes, but not real. I dreamed of Victoria to do kinky things on me, and now - my dreamgirl put her fingers on my private area while I wore skintight pants! Not to have sex - even more kinky - to tie me up!
To bring the rope between my legs she had to work hard. The chain pressed my thigs together, so Victoria had to push her stretched hand between them near my crotch, bringing the rope forward.
Now she giggled again. I couldn't see what happend, but I could feel it. My underwear couldn't hide what was going on. The cycle-shorts showed my whole reaction of being tied this way.
"Naughty, naughty boy", Victoria said, "thank god, that you are tied up so securely, so you can not do any harm to an innocent girl."
She laughed and I was a little embarassed. My face must have turned into red, but noone could see, because it was nearly covered with scarf and tape.

And my face should stay red: Victoria brought the crotchrope in front of me and pulled it so tight, that it really cut into my bum-crack. I mmmphed again as loud as the gag allowed me, then she looped the rope around a chain on my belly, lead it down on the other side of the growing bulge in my pants than the first time, pushed it again through my tied thigs with her whole hand and finally placed it between my butts again. Then she pulled it again so hard, that it cut my crotch, and tied it off on the chain, where she began.
I was brutally, tightly crotchroped by my girl. And I loved her for that, althouh I still was embaressed.

Feeling the thrill of a crotchrope I nearly had forgotten the tight chain around my body. But now as Victorias Tie-up work was finished, I began to feel and enjoy the whole situation:
I lay on a cold floor in a dark garage, had nothing on but skintight pants, with my hands tied tightly behind my back, securely gagged and blindfolded, my boyish body all chained up and with a beasty rope tied tight between my butts. OOF!

Victoria did not hogtie me, because with the tight chain my legs were not bendable.
She tried to make me belive, that she left the garage leaving me alone, but like she was, she had to giggle again, so I knew she stayed near me watching me struggling.

I had a great fun struggling and mmphing helplessly, and I had to be careful not to cum suddenly. With my shiny pants on, Victoria would see anything and I would die in shame!

All tired and sweatty I felt Victoria beginning to untie me. The procedere of untying took half an hour. I was pumped out completely, my whole body hurt, and I had chain-marks over my whole body. I would have to wear long clothes the rest of the day!
But it has been great!
When I came to breath again, I asked Victoria about her experiences, and she said, that she also liked being tied up and did self bondage like I do.
As I asked her, if I could tie her up next, she said "Yes".

But this is another story.

It was thursday when i got a call from a couple down the street who was going out to dinner on friday night and needed someone to watch there kids so i decided to exept the job.

before i left for the house i packed a large roll of duct tape in my backpack along with some bandans.

i got to the house around 4:300 and was told i whould be there until around 12:30 so it was going to be a long nite.the kids were nate who is 10 and camron who is 9 and all around they were pretty well calm kids.

after the parents left i ordered a pizza and after dinner the kids decieded to play a video game they were all right until nate unpluged camrons controller and comron got mad so i decided to give nate a warning.

i told him that if he acted up again i whould tie him up for a whole hour. after that i think he thoght i was joking so he decided to beat up his brother with a pillow so after that i told him to stop and that it was time for a timeout.

I then asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom he said no so i then told him to get his shoes on and he did.after that i asked gave him an option to were he whould want to serve out his timeout.i told him he could be in his room the closet or the bathroom.

He asked if i whould just let him go to his room untied but i told him that i gave him a warning so he had to make a decision.so he asked me if he could go to the basement which was wierd becuse there basment was so dark but i agreed so i told him to go down stairs and i will go get my backpack.

when we got down stairs i grabed a blanket off a coach and layed it on the floor i then told him to put his hands behind his back and i got the duct tape out i then instructed him to cross his hands like an X and taped them around about 5 times i then told him to lay down on the blanket and i taped his ankles around 10 times after that i took out a bandana and cleve gaged him and put a strip of tape over it.

after that i blindfolded him with another bandana and told him to lay down and take a nap.

i went back upstairs and an hour later untied him.

i have a few more stories i may tell.

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I had known for a while that I liked to be tied up and that I loved men's long socks, especially when they were pushed down to the top of the shoe. (I don't really know why.)

Anyway, about a year ago, I started working at a restaurant as a host and one of my co-workers, named Jeffery, always wore long white socks scrunched down. Jeffery, although a little on the simple side, (and at least a half inch taller and 5 lbs heavier than me) loved to talk about philosophy and why people think the way they did (because we were the hosts, we did get some time to talk). He knew that I was smart, so he loved to talk to me about it. I used this to my advantage.

I really wanted to be tied by Jeffery and gagged with the socks he wore every day, so, one day I came into work acting stressed out.

"Whats wrong with you?" Jeffery would ask.
"I'm so stressed out about ..." I complained. (I don't remember what my exuse was)"... I almost wish I didn't have control over my life, that way my mistakes wouldn't bit me in the ass."
"That sucks," Jeffery stated, "I guess freedom does come with a price."

It was working perfectly.

"It really does... Alright, thats it. I'm selling my freedom to the highest bidder." I declared, "Jeffery, care to bid?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, obviously puzzled.
"I mean I'm selling my freedom to the higest bidder. I'd be that persons property, I'd have to do what they told me, but my mistakes were their burden."
Jeffery pondered this and said, "Alright. I'm bidding $20. And, because no one else will bid, your sold to me."

I had already told my family that I would be gone for a few days and that I had my phone. It was summer and I was 17 and trusted.

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I rode home with my new "master" that night and reheresed phase two of my plan, which I titled "Attempted Escape".

We went up to his room and I did a few mundane chores for him. He ran out of things for me to do, so I talked to him. I sat down in a hard plastic chair and he sat down in the plush one next to me and kicked his shoes off, placing his socked feet on my lap.

"So, Jeffery, what would you do if your slave tried to escape?" I asked cheekily.
"I'd force you to stay here." he said gruffly.
"How so?"
"I don't know." he grumbled. "I guess I'd tie you up or something. But don't you even think about it!"
"Or what?" I asked with a grin.
"I'll punish you."
"How?" I asked with an innocent look upon my face.
"We'll worry about it when the time comes." he said closing his eyes.

Without further ado I took off running, pushing the big white socks off my lap and running. He began chasing me. I ran downstairs and outside before he "caught me" (I let him).

He dragged me kicking and screaming back up to his room and put a hand over my mouth. He pushed me on the floor and put his socked foot on my chest as he looked around some shelves and pulled out a peice of rope. He pulled me up and tied my wrists before pushing me down again under his white, sort of smelly sock.

He found what he was looking for, Duct Tape. He taped my legs together and then taped my body to a chair.

"That'll hold ya." He said, "I bought you and your gonna stay here."
I gulped. "So... so now punishment?"
"Oh yeah!" he said... "Let's think."
He pondered before asking me, "What do you hate more than anything in the world? Tell me or I'll stomp your nuts."
I already had my answer. "I hate feet... they're so gross."
"Thanks." he said with an evil grin as he took his almost pure white socks off and popped one in my mouth and tying the other around it. I "gagged" at the taste, but secretly was loving every minuet.

I was kept like so for about a half hour before he got bored and released me and sold me my freedom back.

Although this is one of my favorites, I have others which are good.

Just say the word and I'll post them.

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I live across the street from a respectful lady in her 40’s, but rarely see her because she works.

Last summer, three of her nephews, Colin aged 16, Austin aged 15, and Randy aged 13, stayed with her. I went over and tried to make friends on the advice of my mother, but they simply didn’t like me. From the first day they met me, Colin accused me of snobbery and I never wished to return.

After about a week, the boys got bored with the video games in their kind aunt’s house and wanted to know if I’d play with them. I, naturally, turned them down and this pissed them off deeply, especially Colin. That’s where the story begins.

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Colin pulled his long gray socks up as he entered the tall grass. He was wearing green shorts, a white t-shirt and blue skating shoes, and his cousin an brother followed him through the thick, tall field. Austin was right behind, he was wearing a red, name brand t-shirt and jeans with white ankle socks and white skating shoes, and behind Austin was Randy, who was wearing a green t-shirt, black shorts and canary-yellow tube socks rolled down to the top of his black skating shoes. They all waited in tense patience.

Meanwhile, I was walking down the side-walk wearing a white-blue striped t-shirt and jeans with my black vans and white ankle socks. Just then, they attacked. Colin and Austin attacked me at once, pinning me to the ground. After a lot of pushing and confusion, I escaped from their tackle and took off down the sidewalk. I looked behind when all of a sudden I tripped over something and landed straight on my chest in the short grass. I looked to see what tripped me and Randy stood right next to me… it was he who tripped me! He sat on my back, his feet next to my head as his cousin and brother came bounding up to him and exchanging high fives.

I must say, I was half scared, half excited as they held me, Colin’s hand over my mouth and led me to their aunt’s house. They chattered excitedly as they shut the door and led me to the huge guest area downstairs. Once in their room, I was pushed down and they exchanged congratulations.

“Great job Randy! We got the snob bro!” Colin said.
“Yeah Randy, that was great.” Austin replied.
“Thanks,” Randy smiled and then asked timidly, “What should we do with him?”
“We’ll keep the little snob as our own little prisoner for a while, maybe teach him some manners.” Colin said with a malevolent grin.
“I’ll get the rope!” Austin said excitedly. He bounded upstairs and 10 seconds later, came back with a few coils of industrial rope. He proceeded to tie my wrists together and then my ankles before putting me in what they called a hogtie.
“You’ll never get away with this.” I stated, and now regret saying… so cliché….
“Ah shut up!” demanded Colin.
“Make me!” I mocked.
“Fine.” Austin replied, “Randy, take off your socks and give them to me.”

I was secretly very happy at this moment. I only resisted Austin enough to be convincing, and was surprised at the taste of the dirty socks on such a young lad, they must have been worn a lot because they were even fouler than Jeffery’s.

The boys kept me tied and in their basement until their aunt came home from work and chastised them at about 8 pm.

After that, they boys and I played a few actual tie up games, but those are for another time.

To Zack: the Sep/Oct/Nov archives should be online soon.

i know it seems a silly order but if you could please?

Please could you post your next part soon, we all want to know what revenge you had on little phil.

hope to here from you soon.

this story took place a couple of months ago. My friend lets just call her colleen, called me and asked me if id like to go over her house tht thursday.(she called me on monday.) on wednesday i told her about these tie-up games. she liked the idea. but her and my parents said not to play the game. wen thursday came, i went to her house. i smuggled the tie up things. i brought sweat bands and head bands.(sweat bands and head bands work very well,especially on the ankles only if after u put the wrist bands on their ankles,they put their shoes on.)we went in her pool. then we instant messaged some ppl. then we i mensioned tht i brought the tie up stuff. she said tht shell think of a way to play the game because her parents said no. we thought of playing in the basement,she asked her mom if "she could show me the basement." her mom said no.we tried to play the game while her mom was reading colleen's sister a book. so i started to use the things i brought.one of the wrist bands wouldnt fit around her ankles. then she got a bandana tht was tied to another one and i started to tie her wrists togather.she said tht if her mom came in the room she would sitck her tied wrists under a pillow.(we were playing in her living room.) this didnt work. we thought of a another plan to play the tie up game.it was this:we would tell her mom tht we would ride our bikes. her mom should say yes.but her mom would have to watch us then while we were riding bikes we would tell her mom tht we would go back into the house for a few minutes.hopefully colleen's mom wouldnt follow us back into the house.so we tired the plan and it worked. and her mom watched us.her mom didnt come in. and we played the tie up game. i got out the wrist and head bands and colleen got the bandanna. she was wearing very cute fuzzy ankle socks. i like seeing girls tied up, especillay wearing sneakers and ankle socks.i made her take of her shoes and i put on all the wrist bands on her ankles.then i made her put her shoes back on.(wrist bands work really well if the person being tied up has his or her sohes on its harder to get out.)she couldnt move her ankles at all. last i tied her wrists togather with the bandannas.she couldnt get out for a while. wen she got of the bonds, she ran out the door to the garage. then i told her tht the tie up things were still inside. she said"o crap." because her mom would know tht we played the tie up game. so we went back inside,but her mom was already in and saw the tie up things. colleen said "i was just showing four oh(me) the things we would of use if we played the tie up game." then her mom asked "did u play the game?" me and colleen replied "yes". her mom said "you shouldnt of done tht" we both appologized. then her mom asked "how do u play the tie up game." we both anwsered "you tie someone up and see how long it takes then to get out." (i dont know if thats really how u play the tie up game. if anyone knows how to offically play the tie up game then please tell me.) then colleen's mom said "ok but dont ever play the game again." then it was time for me to go home. colleen and colleen's mom dropped me off and colleen came in just for a few minuets then she left.colleen called me tht night, she told me tht her mom made her thow out the bandanas.well i hope everyone who reads this liked it.i appoligse for the crappy word abrivations.thts AIM talk. i also have another tie up expereance,but ill save tht for another time. wen colleen comes to my house. o and if anyone posts any more stories, could you please tell me wat kind o socks the person tht is being tied up is wearing,especillay if its a gril getting tied up.

As you may recall, my last story involved three boys my age and younger during the summer. You could say their plan worked, for after that I was humbled and actually enjoyed spending time with them, in fact, Austin invited me over to stay at his house, which was 2 hours away, for a long weekend in October. With my parents permission, he came and picked me up that Thursday night.

Although his cousins weren’t there with us, we still had a lot of fun. Many of our games involved the capturing and imprisoning each other, and we would often play these games with his neighbors. Unfortunately, Austin was smarter than Jeffery (from my first story), so I wasn’t controlling every situation.

One of my favorite games we would play was called War. A large group of at least ten kids (ranging from 16-14) would be split into teams. Which ever team captured the most people after two hours won and got a prize, which varied every time and was usually not decided until after the victor was declared.

In the story I am about to tell, there were 12 of us playing war, 10 boys and 2 girls, all within the age range of 16-14.

This one is rather long, and will have to be broken up into parts, and I have had to re-create some of the dialogue, my memory isn’t THAT good.
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Part One: The Beginning of the War

I followed Austin upstairs as we went to change for the coming War.

“So we’re playing war again?” I asked excitedly.
“Yup.” he replied as he went into his room and changed from jeans to shorts.
“Your gonna wear shorts?” I asked, “It’s like 56 degrees out there.”
“Yeah, I can run faster and jump higher when I have shorts on.” he reasoned before going in to his sock drawer and getting out a pair of white, very low socks.
“Well if your going to wear shorts, you should at least where long socks and a sweatshirt, otherwise you’ll be miserable.”
“Good idea” he said, putting the below-the-shoe socks back in the drawer and pulling out a pair of white over the calf socks and rolling them down so they hugged his ankle. “Come on,” he said, “We’ll be late.” He grabbed a grocery bag full of something I couldn’t recognize and ran off, I followed.

I chose to wear loose jeans a t-shirt and sweatshirt with my Vans.

When we got to the “Battlefield”, Austin and I were split up and went on opposite ends of the playing area, much to my dismay because I knew no one else.

I looked around for potential hostages, my little coil of rope in my sweatshirt pocket. I saw one of the 14-year old boys, wearing shorts, a cream sweatshirt, bright-orange Volcom crew socks and tennis shoes and decided he could be my first victim. I snuck up to him, the one they called Josh, and quickly hand-gagged him, pulling him into some bushes with me.

Luckily he was cooperative, I, being a novice at what some call “ropes”, tied a clumsy knot behind the kids back and led him to out prison. One of the girls, Ashley, got there with her humiliated 16-year old guy hostage before I did and we put duct tape over both of our new prisoners mouths. We heard a sharp scream which was quickly muffled and she offered to watch the prison while I went to save Morgan, the other girl.

They weren’t hard to find. Brett, her 14-year old bother, tried to take her, but at the sight of me took off running. I quickly untied Morgan while I chased her little brother through the woods. He wore an orange t-shirt and white shorts and socks worn in the same fashion as Austin, so he was easy to spot through the greens and browns of the foliage.

We were right out of the woods when I dove and caught him, right around the ankle. I dragged him close and said, “Well, Brett… you gave a good run, but your coming with me.”

I pulled out my single coil of rope and began tying his hands before something hit me from behind and I flew three feet over Brett and turned around. Austin was walking up to me, along with his buddy Drew (16), who was wearing a white t-shirt, running shoes and loose jeans and Cain (15), who was wearing khaki shorts, skating shoes, a green t-shirt and long, white sport socks worn sloppily up, who was helping Brock up.

“No, no Ter,,” he stated with a smirk, “I believe your coming with us.” And at that, Cain and Drew each grabbed one of my arms around the armpit and dragged me clear across the field, Austin ahead of them and Brett following up.

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Part Two: In the Enemy Camp

Captured.

Not 5 minuets after the enemy, led by Austin, nabbed me, I was tied sitting down next to a tree. Sitting with my knees in the air, they tied my waist to the tree before tying my ankles, wrists and knees together. My mouth was stuffed with two dirty socks, straight off of Brett’s feet, and was kept in my mouth from one of Cain’s long socks, while the other was tied around the top of my head like a headband for laughs. Apparently, clean socks were in Austin’s bag, to encourage his team to use the fresh socks on their feet on their prisoners, which is disgustingly cruel.

My captors stood a little ways off, deciding who should guard the prison. They chose Brett because he was the youngest and least likely to make any captures. Brett spent some of his time trying to “get me to talk”. He removed my gag and began “torturing” me by shoving burping and farting in my face and other such trivial, yet disgusting things. When that didn’t work, he re-gagged me.

After about 15 minuets of this, we heard muffled sounds that only a gagged person can make. It was Drew, he brought in the recently caught Scott, who was 15. He, too was wearing jeans and a brown t-shirt with brown vans like mine.

“I caught this one outside our base, looked like he was a one-man rescue party.” Scott looked at me sadly with a pitiful look on his face, the illustration of the shame of failure. I at his attempt.

Scott was gagged with what looked like a pair of long black socks that a football or soccer player would wear, I looked down at Drew’s feet and noticed that he was barefoot. He went over to the grocery bag and got a new pair out and put them on before he offered to take over for Brett, Brett happily agreed and Scott was tied on the other side of the tree just like I was.

I had been working on my wrists for the now 20 minuets that I was a prisoner and, finally, was loosening the knot. I waited 10 more minuets until Drew, who was already drowsy, started falling asleep. I untied my wrists before I untied the rest of my body and removed my bag.

After I untied myself, I went to go release Scott. Drew was still asleep while I was working, and as we crept out of the enemy camp, a twig snapped under my foot and Drew woke with a start.

“Run!” I yelled and took off out of the wooded camp, Scott at my heels. It didn’t take long for the athlete, Drew, to catch up with us and he nabbed Scott, dragging him kicking and screaming back to his base. I must say, I felt guilty abandoning him after it was my fault he came near the camp and my fault that Drew woke up, but I had to run to safety.

I would save him later.

When I got back to base, our prisoners from before were gone, but no one else was missing except Scott. Morgan and Ashley were happy to see me, and we began discussing battle plans.

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Part Three: The War Wages On

We came up with a plan that was primarily offensive. Sure, we wanted to save Scott, but that wasn’t likely until some of their team was captured.

Morgan and Ashley hid, one on either side of our camp. Me, a 15-year old named Will, who was wearing blue shorts, a red sweatshirt, skate shoes and ankle socks and Mike, who was wearing a black sweatshirt, jeans and black skating shoes, were supposed to lead them in to the clutches of Morgan, Ashley and out 14-year old Nick who wore attire similar to Brett‘s.

With our plan, we successfully captured Cain and Austin.

Before Austin had the chance, I had him pinned and we tied him to a pole really securely. All of our prisoners were bound to tall wooden stakes that were already in the woods when we got there. We gagged them with towels and other cloth materials, because the girls were disgusted with the sock idea.

Austin put up a serious fight and popped my knee out of place. I wouldn’t be able to move very fast anymore.

After we had those three, Will, Mike I decided to go and save Scott. We prepared for a big fight, but when we got there, Drew ran away and we quickly released our teammate, but we had a surprise waiting for us when we were leaving.

Right as we were out of their camp, Drew gathered the rest of his teammates to stop us, they included Brett and Josh as well as the 16-year old we captured earlier named Trevor who was wearing an olive green sweatshirt, sort of high-water khakis, skate shoes long gray socks and a black and white beanie.

It was four to four, that is until Mike bolted away, leaving Will, Scott and I to hold our own against the four of them.

Drew, with some difficulty, pinned Will down and sat on him, while Trevor did the same with me. Poor Scott was attacked by both 14-year olds at the same time and was easily taken down and pinned.

“Alright,” Drew said straining to hold Will, “We’ll take these prisoners and hold them separately. Remember what Austin said about the socks, I’ll bring you fresh ones as soon as I have Will secured here.”

They each went their separate ways, taking their prisoners against their wills.

Trevor took me to the most dense woods the farthest away and put me in a tight hogtie that I would not be able to escape. He then shoved one sock in my mouth and tied the other around it. The taste was foul, like he’d worn them for more than one day.

After a few minuets, Drew came by.

“The little ones both want to be prison guards, so we left one in charge of Will and one of Scott. This one won’t escape with your rope-work.” he said pushing my face with his foot. “So you and me will lead the offensive on their base, we have to save Austin.”

With that, the two took off and left me struggling against my tight prison and foul gag.

To Be Continued

And they were messing with them. I told them to stop and they did. This happened around 5 times. Finally about an hour later of just messing around, we went to sleep. I was tired. Very tired.

I was woken up by a sound which I did not know what it was. I tried to open my eyes, but I was apparently blindfolded. I then slowly realized that I was tied to a chair with arms and legs, my arms and legs tied to each respectively. I opened my mouth to say something, but realized I was gagged with something soft and tape. Suddenly the blindfold was removed.

And there was everyone else, messing with my guitars. I was furious. I 'mmph'ed and struggled, but no dice, they continued to mess with them. And one of them broke a string on one of them. See? I have justification for my little pet peev. After a while of that, my girlfriend untied me and the rest of them went to sleep. I didn't feel like getting revenge, because they're still my friends, and a string is a string in hindsight.

Yeah, its a short one, but it happened nontheless, so why not post it.

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Chapter Four: Breaking the Deadlock

A feeling of despair filled my heart as I waited for a half-hour without any rescue. I couldn’t help but think of what Drew and Austin would claim as their prize when they won this war, which was bound to happen given the current situation. I spoke with Austin about the “winning system” the day before, and, usually, the team that won took the other team as their slaves. I knew we only had a half-hour left before the war was over and I had to think of a way to escape.

Just then, Will came in and redeemed himself by releasing me.

“That was unacceptable Mike!” I said angrily after released, “Practically treasonous.”
“I know, I’m sorry… but I can’t take being captured like that, I feel so… hopeless and depressed.”
“Well it wasn’t a picnic for the rest of us either. I’ll pardon you once we have released Scott and Will and captured the brats torturing them as we speak.”
Mike nodded solemnly.

I went to release Scott and capture Brett. Scott had lay there that half an hour while Brett read, his feet over Scott’s nose so that Scott had difficulty breathing. I released Scott and allowed him to tie Brett and kept him in charge of the little wretch.

I met the others halfway between the prisons.

“Well, lets go back to our camp. I hope the girls and Nick got away safely.”

As we trotted north toward our camp, the other team was coming from the opposite direction. They had captured Morgan and Ashley.

“Let’s make a deal Austin.” I stated as we saw that both teams were on the same footing. “We only have a half hour left before the two hours are up. Let’s extended the game an hour.”
“Alright,” Austin said with a nod.
“And we’ll trade you our captives for your captives.” I said confidently.
Austin looked at Drew and then back at me, “I suppose they are the four most defenseless in the game…” he reasoned. “But to keep the game moving, you ought to give us a hostage and we’ll give you one.”

The current captives were released and both teams went into a huddle. Nick hurried out of a nearby patch of brush once he realized it was safe.

“He is right, otherwise we’ll never take risks.” I said in a bitter-sweet tone.
“I agree,” said Ashley and Morgan together.
“Yeah, but who are we going to give them?” Mike asked.
“Good question,” I replied.
“Any time now Terrence,” Austin said snidely.
“Any volunteers?” I asked jokingly.
They all laughed which released some of the tension in the air. After a moment of silence, Scott said, “I’ll do it.”
“No, Scott.” I replied, “You’ve spent more time a captive than a free man.”
“I know, but its for the better. My talents are needed in this game as much as the rest of yours. I’d like to think I helped the team in some way instead of hindering it.”
I patted his shoulder. “Alright then.” We broke our huddle.

When I turned around, Austin sat on the ground removing his long, thick socks.
“Alright then, give me my hostage.” he said with a cruel, cold smile.
Scott looked back and gave me a grave nod before walking dignifiedly to Austin. Austin threw his arm over Scott’s shoulders, his dirty socks brushing against the captives arm.
“Now time for you to hold up your end of the deal.” I said with confidence.
Austin rolled his eyes and looked at Trevor and gave him a nod. Trevor walked in a cold manor over to me, which surprised all of us.

“Ciao.” Austin said in the most obnoxious way possible before turning to Scott and saying, “Open your mouth.” The hostage did as he was told and a sock was shoved in his mouth, the other tied tight around his head and his wrists were tied behind his back. As his new captors led him off, he looked back at us with a nod before Austin turned his head back around.

I looked at Trevor and said, “Follow me to your new prison.”
He gave me a cold stare as we walked in the other direction towards our “camp”,
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That’s all I have time for right now.

We’re over halfway through now.

Terrence, mayhaps you should post the rules of your War game in a separated & self-contained message- that is, only the rules, organized enough. I might consider suggesting that game to a friend of mine who organizes Summer vacations and camps for kids and teenagers.

...

Last post, revenge against Sarah's older sister Amy was thwarted due to Sarah's insatiable desire to have me captive. She got her wish at the price of her own capture and imprisonment.

We later escaped and captured Amy, but when my guard was down, Sarah bound me as well. We escaped and vowed revenge against Sarah. That is where this begins.

...

About 3 weeks after the incident, Amy called me saying that there was a night when Sarah's parents would be gone for the weekend. Amy would be "gone" as well.

When Sarah had gone to her friend's house, Amy let me in, and I hid under Sarah's bed behind some clothes.

Waiting was so boring.

Her parents left around 6. I heard her watching a movie most of the time. At 8 she went into the shower to get ready for a party she would not be attending.

When she came into her room, I texted Amy to come in quietly.

I slowly came out from under the bed, as quietly as I could. While she decided what to wear, I threw a pillowcase over her head, clamped my hand over her mouth, wrapped my free arm around both of hers, and in a disguised voice told her to do exactly as I said.

Although she knew that it might have been me, she was still kicking and making muffled screams, as she had nothing on but her underware, and it was very likly that I was some burglar/pervert that had caught her.

Amy entered with 4 rolls of duct tape and a lot of rope. We probably didn't need that much, but you never knew.

I had sat down on the bed and wrapped my legs around Sarah's, so she couldn't kick me.

Amy taped Sarah's ankles and forced her wrists together behind her back and taped them.

Amy then went to Sarah's dresser, and tossed me our old stuffing stand by, Sarah's panties.

Amy pinched Sarah's nose and I shoved the panties in when she opened for air.

We then taped above and below the knees, the middle of the thighs, at her waist so her hands touched her bum, above and below her bra and somehow without taking off the pillowcase, we tapefolded her eyes.

We removed the pillowcase and stood back and looked at our handiwork.

We sliently agreed. This was awesome.

By this time, Sarah had worked the panties out of her mouth, as we had not taped them in.

I started to feel like a bastard as Sarah tearfully begged,
"Please take what you want. Just let me go."

She obviously thought we were thieves and that we were going to hurt her.

Being sisters, Amy recovered from this quickly.

Without a word from eiether of us, she stooped to pick up the panties, ripped a strip of tape, and gagged her, despite her increasingly muffled, desperate, and incoherent, and ultimately stifled pleas for mercy.

I went to say it was us, but Amy handgagged me and let me out of the room, as Sarah continued to cry and squirm.

When she couldn't hear eiether of us, Amy removed her hand.

"Don't you feel bad bout this?!" I asked.

"No," she replied with a grin.

"In fact I think we sould milk this as long as we can!"

"You're despicable."

"I know!"

I thought about it. When I did, it seemed like a good prank more and more.

"I think you've convinced me," I smirked.

"Glad you see it my way! Now let's make it sound like we're ransacking the place!"

We made noises of searching, indescriminate speech and the occasional "Jackpot!".

After a few miutes of this, Amy grabbed a butter knife out of the kitchen and we entered Sarah's room.

In heavily disguised voices, we made sinister laughing noises.

Amy then held the butterknife to Sarah's throught, eliciting a cry of fright from Sarah.

"Well girly," I said in my burgular voice.

"We've got alot of nice stuff from your house. But we aren't taking you, unfourtunately."

I then felt her which made her emit more terrified squeaks. Had she known it was me, she wouldn't have minded at all.

"The fact of the matter is, we like to kill one perosn per robbery. And your the only one here."

Amy, who had been silent until now, laughed evilly, casuing Sarah to scream and continue her muffled pleas.

"Well darling," I said.

"Goodbye!"

As Sarah screamed what I thought was No, over and over, Amy took the knife away, and I ripped off the blindfold.

Sarah cowered and wimpered with her eyes closed. When she felt she was alright she opened her eyes.

When she looked up, the silence was broken by her shouts of gagged anger, and by our loud laughter.

"SHE FELL FOR IT!"

"I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA!"

When we stopped laughing, we looked over at Sarah who, although she had stopped shouting, still had a look of pure unbridled fury on her semi-visible face.

She looked down at her crotch when she noticed we were staring at it.

Her visible face turned a moist, bright, rosy red, and we started laughing again.

During our little act, she had wet herself.

...

Sarah looked distressed again.

A rope had been wound around her ankles and hung from a door's coathook.
Her body now formed a perfect "L" with the wall, her pelvis being the angle.

She looked at us across the room, where we were sitting at a table.

We still had plans to come.

...

Sorry for the ending like this the second part should be here in a day or two at best.

Gather at least 8 people who are willing to play. I suggest you don't invite anyone younger than 13 or 14 years of age.

Split the two teams so that they are equal in skill, a good way to do this is appoint to of the more dominant volunteers and designate them captains who will pick their teams, that way, no one will complain about unfairness.

Lay down the law of how people are to treat their prisoners; some kids can be really cruel and you don't want to get anyone hurt. (This is something we never did, but if you are going to use it as an activity in a camp, its a neccesity.)

The object of the game is to capture members of the opposite team and hold them captive. The team who has more prisoner after two hours wins.

The game should be played in a wooded area where there are places for people to hide.

Set clear boundaries so that no one wanders to far.

Give each player a standard set of materials, for instace, a coil of rope for tying and a few peices of cloth or a pair of socks for gagging. That way everything is fair when it comes to capturing and holding prisoners.

Try to make winning the game worth the effort. When we played, we would always have a prize for the winning team, although in our situation, it was actually the losing team.

These are the rules we played by.
I'll try to get the next few parts up soon.

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Another point is: what about a game ending level- that is, two captured players here and two captured players there?

Another doubt: you suggest give each player a standard set of materials, for instace, a coil of rope for tying and a few pieces of cloth or a pair of socks for gagging. But what about a player having some more tie-up tools beyond the standardly-provided ones?

I'm waiting for the next parts! Thanks again.

when first went to our bases it was 12:00 noon. i had a sniper rifle and a semi- auto paintgun. each team had a sniper. i crawled trough the high grass ( i hasnt been cut in about a year) as quietly and slowly as possible. when i came to the edge of the grass near the trees was there base. i pulled out the sniper rifle and did a recon, wendy, and helen were standing guard over jim who was tied to a tree branch with his hands over his head, and blind folded but not gagged as far as i could tell. i radioed in to my team leader Roger, who told me to wound wendy but leve helen alone (he wanted to taker her out him self), he was on the other side of the tree line/ grasslin in his gilly suite along the road the divied the trass and grass.
i fired two rounds ino wendy and he did the same to helen.
Tank had run around the back of there base and flex cuffed both of them..........

TBC

day 2 later to day

Great story. Could you please elaborate on this segment a little bit?

"One of the girls, Ashley, got there with her humiliated 16-year old guy hostage before I did and we put duct tape over both of our new prisoners mouths. "

How old was Ashley? How did she capture the 16-year old guy? Did she tie him up? If so, how did she tie him up and did she tie him up so well that he could not get loose?

I look forward to more.

Mac

Mac, Ashley was a 14-year old little pretty thing. When she brought him in, his wrists were crossed and I assume Trevor couldn't escape, because he looked so ashamed when she brought him in. How she managed to capture him, I never thought to learn. I assume that Will or Mike helped her take him and she volunteered to take him back to the base.

I did discover one error in the story so far. At the beginning of part 4, I implied that it was Will who betrayd the team, when it was in reality Mike. I just thought I should clear that up.

Mac, I did ask Ashley about this a little while after the game. Ashley is a pretty little thing who just turned 15, and I myself wondered how she captured the cunning Trevor. When the game began, she grouped off with Will and the two of them captured Trevor together. She did tie his wrists very tight, though and he could not escape.

Part 5: A Traitor Ends the War

We made a battle plan on the way back to our base with our new hostage. Everything was being made official when we finally got to the base and tied Trevor up to a pole and gagged him with duct tape.

The plan was to stick together and have two people guarding the base and hostages, and because I was the only one who hadn't, I voulenteered to take the first run along with Mike.

After 10 minuets of casual conversation with Mike, I had to pee. I went deeper into the woods and did my buisness, but when I came back the camp was empty. Both Mike and Trevor were gone. I ran out toward the enemy camp to see if they liberated Trevor and captured Mike in my absense, but as soon as I left the camp I was jumped on by Mike.

While Mike pinned me and I cursed him for being so traitorous, Trevor tied my wrists tightly behind my back and Mike gagged me with the deep blue socks off of his feet. I was then taken to the enemy camp in secrecy by Trevor while Mike went to go and surprise the recently spotted Nick.

It didn't take long for the rest to be captured and taken to the enemy base, and after 15 minuets, Cain and Drew dragged the last one, Will, to where they held everyone else.

I was promptly untied and, as the accpeted leader of the group, admitted defeat.

Everyone was kept bound, while Austin held the "Winning Ceremony", where each claimed their prize.

After a short confrence with Drew and Cain, Austin declared they're claim.

"As the winners of this war, we decided that we deserve a prize. Am I right Ter?"

"Yes, yes, your right." I said irritably.

"We have decided that we will each take one of you as our prize. You will be our slaves. Now, I will judge who will get to pick first and then second and then so on. The first one who gets to pick is Trevor, because we had to spare him to keep the war going. Go ahead Trevor."

"I pick Ashley." He said, "I won't make her do any work or nothing, I just want her to do some of my homework and I want to keep her tied for a little bit." This didn't surprise me, I knew he would want some revenge after being captured by a girl, especially one he liked. "Alright, you pick next Brett. You picked last, last time."

"I pick my sister Morgan. I want to torture her." Brett said. Austin rolled his eyes, and said, "Fine. Drew, you pick next."

"I'll take Scottie over there." Drew pointed at Scott and then put on a redneck accent, "I got plans for you boy." Eeryone laughed.

"Alright, I'll go." Austin said, "And I pick Terrence." No surprise there. "Cain, you can have Nick, and Mike, as we promised, you can have Josh. Sorry bud, I'll make it up to you."

Poor little Josh was frustrated to tears as he was tied at the wrists and gagged with Mike's sweaty socks. Mike was grinning from ear to ear.

Each took their new "slave" and went home with them. Austin, as it turns out, chose me to prevent me from having to spend the rest of the day tied in Cain's room. When he took me home, he untied me and we played video games until I had to go home.

We had a few more war games, but this was my first.

It isn't only for kids, but a lot of them are around 18.

http://groups.msn.com/boundandgagged101replacement/

I'm not, i'm only 14.

Well cya!

My folks were out so I invited the crowd round. We all had presents for each other, we piled them all in the lounge. The lounge was a mess, rolls of wrapping paper, torn up plastic wrappers, it was a total mess.

It was nearing 6:00 pm, and it was getting dark. We all headed for the kitchen to get a drink. We then went down into the basement and sat on some upturned cardboard boxes to drink. Jonathan said he wanted another drink, and he didn’t know where the drinks were, so I went up with him. I showed him where the drinks were and showed him into the pantry. I quickly locked the pantry door. I ran to the lounge to get some wrapping paper and sellotape. When I got back to the kitchen, there was a banging noise coming from the door. I quickly unlocked it and squeezed my way in and locked it again before Jonathan could get out.

I slipped the key in my pocket and knocked him down so I could begin. I laid him down and proceeded to tape him up so he couldn’t get away while I was preparing the wrapping paper. He watched me as I laid the paper ready. I laid Jonathan onto the paper and rolled him up. I stood him up and pulled the paper tight. I did the same with the feet and head and turned up the gaps. I then proceeded to wrap ordinary sellotape around his wrapped body. I’d forgotten something. A gag. I opened the head wrapping and quickly gagged him with silver tape on one of the shelves (I still can’t believe the convenience of that) and re-wrapped his head. I then taped a tag to him saying “Dear Mike, George, and Ben. Merry Christmas, from Matt”.

I picked up Jonathon carefully as not to tear the wrapping paper and carried him into the basement. Everyone was astounded by the novel gift. Nobody unwrapped him of course, that would ruin it. After all, you should only open presents on Christmas morning right? Right? Well, we decided to open him up nearing 9:00pm, considering he had been like that for 2 hours.

I think Mike hay have some photos, If I find any I will post them.

MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS

I also notice one of J. Constantine's stories has been faved. Cool. Man, I wish he were still here to post some more.

oh nat says Mmmph (hellow i think or let me go one or the other) she next to tied in an office chair

i dont feel like finishing the story just yet im going to play with Nat alittle more. (She's real tickalish

A few of them went out and there were four of us were left at the house and we decided to play a joke on the other guys. The four there were me, Brian, Mike, and John. We decided to trash the common area of our house and then say that a bunch of women came over and did it. It sounded like a great idea so we moved on it. We had a bunch of old phone books so we shredded them to pieces all over the hallways, living room, and kitchen. We also flipped most of the furniture and messed up the rest of it pretty good. We looked at our house and it was thoroughly trashed.

A couple of the other guys decided that we should take this little joke a step furthur. Brian suggested that we tie up a couple of the guys so it would really freak out the rest of the group when they got back. I jumped at the opportunity because I've enjoyed this kinda thing for quite some time. We ended up deciding that Brian and Mike do the tying and John and I would be tied up. I was pretty excited but didn't want to let it on since I think I'm the only one in the group that actually enjoys this. We looked around the house and found a few rolls of duct tape and decided to use that. I have some experience with duct tape so John and I decided to change into some crappy clothes so we didn't have any problem getting the tape off. We also were fully clothed since we didn't want any on the skin. Brian and Mike brought in a couple of chairs and told us to sit down in them. Brian and Mike went to work on me first. They tied my arms behind my back several times with the tape and then tied my feet together as well. I tested it right away and it was extremely tight so I knew I wouldn't be getting loose at all. They continued to use more tape around by body securing me to the chair. They also used it on my thighs, knees, and all the way around the chair so I couldn't even move at all. Satisfied with their work, they decided to move onto John. John wasn't sure how comfortable his hands would be behind the chair so he held them out in front. They tied him up extremely tight as well and they tied his hands to his thighs. He tested them out and he couldn't move as well. They used up most of the rest of the rolls on us and we looked like silver mummies by the end of it. Since we were just playing with the other guys, they made sure we were ok and we were fine. I then suggested that they gag us to make it even more real. Mike and Brian jumped on that and put a strip of tape over our mouths and pressed it on. After a while, the tape was falling off so they asked if they could put it on much tighter. We said no problem so they taped our mouths shut and ran it all around our heads so we really couldn't do any speaking. The only thing that came out of our mouths was mmmmmmmmmmmmpppphhhh. Brian and Mike decided to go to their rooms and hide since we had no idea when the guys would get back. They turned the lights off and we sat there in the dark waiting. After awhile, they still hadn't come back and I was starting to get a little uncomfortable. John was really getting uncomfortable. I didn't know why but he was mmmmmmmmmmpppphhhing all over the place. A few minutes later, I heard him start to pee himself and see it drop onto the floor. I started mmmmmmmppphhhhing like crazy too after that. Brian and Mike didn't hear us so we were stuck there. However, it wasn't five minutes later when we heard the guys walking up to the front door. They opened the door and saw us there all tied up and freaked. They ran over to us and pulled out some pocket-knives and cut us free. They were so sympathetic to us and they were asking what happened. We told them the story about the women coming by and doing this to us and they were so in shock that they had no choice but to believe us. We got ourselves and our house all cleaned up and grinned pretty well to each other about the whole gag.

About a week later, we told them that we made up the whole thing on them. They really didn't know what to say but we all had a pretty good laugh about it.

I've been reading these stories for years and this is my first post. Hope you guys liked it!

Nicholas H please could you post your next post soon we would all like to read your next part soon.

Please reply.

Merry Christmas

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"Three... Two... One..." Brian muttered to himself as he put on his black sweatshirt, slipped his black vans (shoes) on and pushed his white crew socks down before grabbin a beanie and opening the back-door. We decided to play "Hide-and-seek," since we had nothing better to do. It was in the upper 50's (degrees farenheit) and around sunset. A oool north wind brushed by him as he ran towards the woods in which I was hiding.

I had been hanging out with Brian since he didn't make the middle-school basketball team. At this time he was about 12 and I 14, a few weeks away from being a year older. I had been friends with Brians older sister, Michelle, for years and, during these cold autumn afternoons was invited over to their house to hang out with Brian. Michelle herself, at this time, was visiting her father in Haitii.

I knew for a while that I wanted to be tied by Brian, so I tried to figure out a way to get it done. I saw this afternoon as my oppotunity. At a moment when Brian and I were both about bored to death, I asked him "Want to play hide-and-seek?"
"Thats something little kids play." He retorted.
"Yeah, but we can make the game more interesting." I countered. He seemed interested, "Why don't we do this. If you can catch me in 10 minuets, I'll give you $10."
"Ok!" He said excitedly, "And what if I find you later?"
"You get $5 if you find me in 15 minuets, later than that you get nothing."
"What if I find you earlier than 10? What about like 5 or less?"
"If you find me earlier then 5 minuets, I'm damn near pathetic. If you find me in under 5 minuets, you get $15 and some sort of way to punish me."
"Punish you?" he asked half-excited half-confused.
"Yes, punish me. Don't need to worry about it, you won't find me that quickly. Alright, give me to the count of 150."
"Ok, I'm starting the count now..."

I was intentionally hiding in an easy place to spot, and after about 3 and a half minuets he caught me.

"Damn!" I yelled, acting in agony and self-disgust. I pulled out my wallet and thrust the due amount in his hands.
"Yes!" He yelled happily. "You suck."
"I know! Now you have to punish me." I said in ating despair.
"You don't need to..." he began.
"No, Brian, I deserve it. Let's go up to your room and figure out what the punishment will be." I said.

When we got to his room, he put the money in his sock drawer and said, "Well, whats one thing you hate?"
I had my answer to this question well rehersed, "Ugh, Well... I really hate feet and get nausiated by the smell of them... the smell you can almost taste..."
"Thats it! That can be your punishment! I'll make you smell my feet!"
"Thats all your gonna make me do?" I asked.
"Should I make you do more?" he questioned, a puzzled look on his face.
"Well, making me smell your feet is letting me off a little easy... tasting your feet would be much worse."
"Yeah it would, but how? I don't want you licking my feet."
"I don't know how..." I lied, "There has to be some way."
He pondered before saying, "Socks! They smell like feet!"
"Yeah, that would work." I said in false aprehension.

Brian ran to his bookbag and pulled the socks he used for gym class. They were white crew socks with gray on the toes and heels, the brand were Hanes. They were a bit black on the bottom, and selled like... well, gym socks.

I licked my lips and said, "How long should I keep them in here?"
"How about 3 minuets?" He replied with a question.
"Ok, but you better secure them... I might spit them out as a reflex." So, he ran to get some duct tape.
"And I better tape your hands together to." he said while he did the deed, "that way you cant wrip the tape off and spit the socks out."
"Right." I said.

"Shove a sock in it!" Brian said in a cliche manner as he forced the big wad behind my teeth deep into my mouth and sealed my mouth with a few peices of duct tape. Then, he cocooned the tape around my hands and watched me for 3 minuets. The taste was what I expected, but I loved the feeling of those socks in my mouth.

When the 3 minuets were done, he untaped my hands and mouth and I spit the socks out.

The End.

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Unfortunatley, most of my tie ups (other than games like war) were almost conducted by me.

Also how did the sock taste?

Jake - Please leave your comments

While this has nothing to do with bondage I hope this clears things up for you.

Swat III
sorry guys but i have a bad memory and my mom came down and she doesnt know about this.........
names:Tara = Raven
Roger = Tim
Tiania =Tiana
Jim = Tom
any way
so heres who the teams looked at 4:00pm (remeber this is a 2 day story) Boys: ME under fire trying to flank Tara
Roger Guarding helen and Tiania
Tank POW
Jim MIA
Girls: Tara has me pinned down with sniper fire
Helen POW
Tiania POW
ok i crawl around behind Tara and find her on her chest fireing at where i was. i jump on her and hand gag her and handcuff her hands behind her backpick her up and carry her around my neck back to the HQ. scince we have all of there team captured i begine to tickle the feet to get them to tell us what they did with Jim and Tank. they tell us that Tank is in there HQ and Jim hasnt been captured..... yet they add. i ask them if they brought anyone else into the game but i never finish the question becuase i feel the tip of a gun on they back of my head
i drop my gun and put my hands be hind my head and kneel, i still have my back up gun and my pocket knife so i can free my self when i need too. im blinddolded abd flexcuffed and led out of the HQ we walk for what seems like hours but finally we make it to there HQ im laid on my gut and hogtied very tightly and un blindfolded next to me Tank, and roger our both hogtied and gagged. ther girls come in and i see who the new girls is Jim GF Ginger she 15 but with the body of a 20 year old. they walk over to us with something behind the back. im think Ice or a feather for torture but they took it to a hole new leavel the had a jar with a big black spider in it now me i am afraid of spiders whats it call aracrniphobia i think well i scream like a girl beg them not to put on me i'll tell anything type deal. they ask me to join there team to capture jim who was still Missing, i agree to the looks of pure hate from my team but had no intentions of actually get Jim first cahnce i got i was gone. i was handed my radio head set and i called jim's callsign "Spartan-118 to 119, come in over" "-119 go ahead over" " where you man we Spartans got to stick together you know" that was the code phrase for " im captured dont say your postion" jim responed in turn with "oh im somewhere over the rainbow" i got hit over the head with the jar as a threat to not too tell him anything but jim saved my life he came back on with " -119 to 118" " Go ahead" "Duck" i looked ou and there was jim in a the door way. i put my head down and he shot almost everyone be fore he was hit twice in the chest and one in the mask he was KIA while everyone was drstracte i took off running out the other door and disapared into the deep grass. they didnt even notice till i was all ready gone. i slipped my hands under my butt and brough them in front of me and cut them lose with my knife.
i found a tree and clibed up for the night. it was 10:00pm

Day 2

Around about 4am i climd out of my thermal blanket ( to block out the night scope in my scope), and headed for there HQ intent on getting at least on of my teamates free. it took me about a half hour to go 25ft because i crawled really slow to keep noise to a minimum. i was aout 10 ft from there front door but still hiddien in a ditch along the service road that divided the grass field from the trees. i pulled out my back up seven shot paint pistol and headed around the back. there sitting on a log next to a fire with her back to me was Helen, i snook up behind her and tightly handgagged her. she was startled and tryied to scream but i held on tight and little sound escaped from my graps. i took her pair of flexcuffs and binded her wrists behind her back and gagged her with the banndan she was wearing ( it was jungle camo) and led her back to the front door. I had one thing in my arsenal that no one else had pr knew i had. a flashbang gernade ( like what SWAT and the SEALS use) i got it from my dad whos a SP in the Air Force. anyway i kick in the door and trough the gearnade and it explodes with the sound of thunder luckily were the only poeple around for miles. everyone inside is blinded and deaf temporarly and i use that to my advatage to freem my guys and take the girls prisoner. we bring them back to our base and i take control of Tara of course and Roger takes Tiania up into a tree and ties her to the bottom of a thick branch so she's looking at the ground. Helen is striped down to her t-shirt and jeans she was wearing under her BDU's. now Tara and i head up stairs for our own room while the boys have fun with Tiania and Helen. i have her change into a long jean skirt and a long sleave t-shirt. i tie her wrist behind her back so the her finger tips out pointed to her head making a W with abotu 20ft soft black nylon rope. after wraping each wrist with black electrical tape to prvent rope burns. then over the rope i used mor tape ove both of the knots i tied to keep them there. next i moved to her ankles and taped each one with black tape to protect them from the ropes and tied them with 30 ft soft blue nylon rope with about 5 ft in a light hogtie but her feet were still on the ground. she was already blindfolded from the march from her HQ so i stuffed an banndan in her mouth and taped it shut with camo duck tape. i picked her up and put her into my tow man ( or in this case woman and man) sleeping bag and cuddled up nect to her and we both when to sleep. i woke up around about 6am but the sun wasnt up yet. Roger had brought Helen into the room and she was hogtied on the floor in nothing but a bra and jeans. the guys were sound a sleep so i un tied helen from the hogtied and her hands and gave her, her sirt bakc and retied her she smiled at me while i did and Mmphed thank you. then i went outside to check on Tiania but she wasnt in the tree anymore she was hogtied in the main room downstaris with a baby monitor by her. i picked her and brought her up stairs. she was still wearing her BDU cammies. at 8 we relased our captives and i told the guys not to strip the girls and leave them alon anymore and they said the were sorry for doing that. i was glad they didnt doing anything stupid to them. i untied Tara and we kissed for alittle while but stoped and roger walked in and started laughing at me say " hey gus the nerds got a girl" ( yes i am alittle i stress little nerdy, ut they didnt know me and tara had been going togeather since last summer(2004). we went to my house and talked and planned another game for my birthday in january.
well thats that story now to how i got Nat the other day.

Ok around 3pm my family left without me to have girls day out and wouldnt be back until aroun 10. i called nat around oh say 3:01pm. she was her at 3:15 saying she had to get dressed and what not. she arrived at my basement back doror in a black T-shirt and dark denim jean mini skirt about thigh lenght and black snow boots with fur at the black fur and the top. she walked in and i wasted not time. i handgagged and wispered in her "you know what to do". with that she drop to her knees, opened her mought and closed her eyes. i gagged her with a banndan paking and duct tape over her lips. i told to lay down and she did and stratled her thighs and tied her wrist behind her bak with 4 pices of shoe string. and then i tired her ankles with anout ten pices on shoe string ( have enough to wrap around my whole hous just about from a collection stated when i was 4 im 16 now.) then i took another ten pices and hogtied her with 5 pices and wraped the other five around her wrist agian. i did tie it so her legs were off the ground beace i think its alittle to painfull. then i tickled her for about 10 min striaght and she had to go the bathroom. i undid the hog tie dragged her to the toliet helped her remove to under waer and waited outsied.
after that i put her in one of the rolling office chairs and started talking to you guys. i let her go around about 8 cuz her mom called and told her to come home she laughed on the out that she would get her revenge on me some day
we'll see about that.

so what do guys want next:
" 4 kids, 1 Dog, and 1 babysitter"
" Marco Polo"
"Jazzy all alone"
"Spoiled Sport"
let me know, i'll do all of them enventullt.

they broke up a few days later though for unknow reasons.

heres the back round for this story:
I used to live in a naborhood that was full of kids from preschool to high school. it was mostly girls around the age of 12 or so and every one of them was tied up at least twice. my favorie was asn is a girl named Jassmine. she was short around about 4'3" i'd say and at the time of this story was around 11 i think she had a body better then most of my high school girls and this was one of the last times i tied her up.
since we were moving in a few days my sister invited all of her freinds over one at a time to spend the night. but those are differnt stories. Jazzy as we called her came over around about 6pm she lived right next door. she had one a pair of tight no back pocket jeans making her already oversized butt look bigger! and a red holter top.
i was upstairs playing video games while they did girl stuff. arond about mind night i heard my sister fall asleep and saw jazzy going to the guest bedroom. i aksed if she wanted to play 007 agent under fire (her favorite game). i let her beat a few tiems and made a bet with her, that if i could her beat her 10-0 then i could tie her up one last time before wwe moved and if she i could never tie her up again. so we play and i beat just as i planned and go and get my ball of shoe string. since we have the upstairs to ourselves and everyone else is asleep im not worried about anyone walking in on us. i handgag her and wrap my arms around her and march her into my room. i have kneel on my bed and i gag her with a bandana and 5 strips of duck tape. she cant make a sound. next ipull her legs out from under so she's laying face down. i sit on her thinghs and pull her wrist behind her back and cross them and begine to tie them first with loops around both wrist together then to a figure 8 and with a vertical tie in the middle, sort of making a pair of hand cuffs with rope if you will. next i move to her ankeles. i use the same way on her ankels wich are also crossed. i take the remaining string to losely hogtie her with her feet still on the bed. then i blind fold her and roll her on her side and go to sleep. since i wake up beofre anybody else in the house it will be fine and i know Jazzy wont tell cuz she enjoys being tied up to much .... when asked. so its moring and i untied jazzy she changed into her night close and we waited for everyone to wake up whie we texted each other with our cell phones. so anyway its about 10:00 and everybods up we had breakfast and dressed well jazzy go dressed in a white vest and a short jean skirt just asking to be tied up again. and were back upstains playing 007 my sister was on the computer trying to find out whem harry potter 3 came out or one of them. so im beating jazzy like thers no tomarrow and then she kills me once so i say thats the only kills so going to get today..not true before she killed me it was 6-0 the next time i killed her it was 6-7 so i stop the game and jump on her back as she was lying down on the futon. and i just tickled telling her not to kill me again she laughs and i get off and we go back to killing each other. i have her lined up in my cross hairs and she fires a missle at me and im to close to move so i just die. thats it i yell and she starts to get up to run i jump on her agian but this time with alittle more force then nessicar and i hang gg her and tell her not to call for help. i start tieing her hands behind her back. she calls out to my sister and i handgag her and tell her if she does it again there will be repercustion most severe. she nods and is real quite i finish tieing her hands with to purple bandanns and gag her with a third. blindfold her ith a green one and led her up to my attic. i fireman carry her up th staits and lay her on a blanket face down. and i just layed on her back with my chest and started tickling her agian. it felt good to have her squrim under me. but then i heard her crying and it wasnt crying cuase she was laughing it was cuz she was scared. i apolgided to her and told her i would never do that to her again. i un blindfolded her and she had the look of the devil in her eyes so i hastily untied her and she stormed down the stairs to the computer room in the basement and didnt talk to me for 2 days. she still lets me tie her up only if i ask.
and i always ask my victims if its ok, even nat knows the look in my eye when she walks in and she rolles her eyes and nods.

next story is jazzy all alone ( the first time i tied her up)

For those it interests, our uniform is bottle green jumpers and skirts (or more recently the option of black trousers). I was wearing the standard green jumper with a green pencil skirt that I had bought recently plus some black tights and black ankle boots.

Well they soon caught up with me and grabbed hold of me and marched me to my form room. Once we got there I noticed that one of the boys was holding a long coil of rope.

They pulled my hands behind my back and used the rope to tie them tightly together. Then they tied rope around my upper arms and tied them together as far as they could. Then they tied the rope around my body, above and below my chest and around my waist. Next they set to work on my legs, tieing my feet together tieing my legs together both below and above my knees.

Meanwhile I was struggling and protesting but with five larger and stronger boys holding me I was helpless. Once they had me securely roped up they decided to shut me up as well. I opened my mouth to protest and before I knew what was happening a piece of cloth was shoved into it, silencing me instantly. Then they forced a school tie between my lips which was then wrapped around my head and tied tightly behind it, which held the packing securely in my mouth.

I struggled and mppphed to be let free but was helpless as they picked me up and laid me down on the teachers table at the front of the class, then they left the room. I tested the ropes but these boys certainly knew how to tie knots as there was no chance of me freeing myself.

The next thing i knew they had returned with another length of rope. They picked me off the table and stood me in front of a pillar at the front of the classroom. They then wrapped the rope around me and the pillar, binding me to it from the shoulders right down to my feet. By the time they had finished I couldn't move an inch. Finally they got a sheet of A4 from the teacher's desk and wrote on it "Don't untie me - I'm enjoying this" which they stuck to me.

Then they left me there, completely bound and gagged and tied to the pillar in the front of my classroom. And there I stayed until the bell went for the end of break time and everyone started coming back into the classroom. I last now I'll be untied I thought and mpphhed as loud as I could, but I was mistaken because all everyone did was laugh at me and make fun of me. My friends were going to untie me but the others oin the class persuaded them not to, after all the note said I was enjoying it.

Then the teacher come in - well now I'll defiantly be untied, however to my surrpise the teacher took one look at me and said, "Oh good, Amy will be quiet for once this lesson" and that was it - she carried on with the lesson! There was nothing I could do except make barely inaudiable mppphing which everyone ignored.

Eventually, a couple of hours later we got to the end of the lesson and the bell went and the teacher said that someone had better untie me, so a couple of the boys came up and after a few minutes managed to untie the rope binding me to the pillar and the ropes tieng my legs together. However by this time the teacher had left so they stopped there! I mpphed desperately for them to finish untieing me and to ungag me but they refused to continue. I was free to walk around but i still had half a mile of rope around upper body and was still gagged! I walked around the classroom trying to get people to untie me but no-one wanted to spoil the game they were having.

I was forced to leave the classroom with my friends still bound and gagged. I walked as fast as I could in my tight skirt but plenty of people still saw me and found it very funny. Eventaully we got near my house and by this time the joke had at last worn off and one of my friends untied me. I have to admit that looking back on it I enjoyed beiong tied but at the time it was very embarrasing to be in such a situation front of everyone.