Adam, nice story. But it was just the beginning, wasn't it? Do tell us more soon!

Observer2, nice story. I find that the whole philosophy of a tie-up game possibly being either an enjoyable game or a sort of punishment is particularly interesting. I hope you'll tell us more about your weekend. Could you add more details about how exactly you were tied down- ie, what kind of restraints, ropes, knots and so on?

To Andy V andy_v@mediacomm.it - To trail off from the question regarding a tie up organization with a fee, there already exists one in new york by an artist who was featured in rolling stone, in several websites. He's rather expensive but he interviews his subjects (who come to him asking to be kidnapped and face their worse fears) before doing anything rash, and he can attack you anywhere and any place, plus video. Its part of his artwork gallery - i read it a few years ago, I forgot his name.

To ADAM who lives in Michigan, USA who wrote about “Tied After a game” with Grant tying him up - frankly thats a fantasy, but its funny that you used a friend's name in my high school that I wanted to do tie ups with. Keep up the brainstorming and be sure to own a real but safe tie up story this year. Wish u luck.

To Observer 2 - that’s a freaky way of discipline from your parents, but there was a true story here (I think Canuck knows) a few years ago where a father was kinda desperate and asked the guys here for help regarding his son. According to him, his son loved getting tied up, and it was he who does it. The mother gets worried and worried every time they do tie ups together. A few days before Christmas, the son really wanted a ball gag.

Of all things, a ball gag. For Christmas.
This was a kid who merely surfed through websites and somehow found out about ball gags after intelligently looking up ‘tie ups’ in the internet to see if he wasn’t alone.
Apparently there’s millions of us.

Frantic, the father went to this place and again asked for more help. The reply, well from me anyway, was to somehow work around it. Others said go for it, and buy the darn thing.

A few days after, he wrote again on this website saying how his son opened his present, and to the surprise of his mom, was overjoyed receiving a ball gag. The son asked his dad to put it on him and tie him up, and all throughout that part of that house was two worried parents staring at their son immensely happy whilst struggling in his bonds.

So if you’re that kid whose father still disciplines you, only now through grades, what up?

TO EVERYONE else

It’s a brand New Year and its 2:30 am here in Southeast Asia on a January 2 morning. For new years, I want to establish a gmail account of only specified people who wish to have one account regarding bondage, tie ups, photos, but obviously use that gmail account as a storage device.

Why not establish a yahoo group or a domain you say? Well yahoo threw my groups ‘real binder’and kicked me out, and msn discarded ‘knightwing st.’ in msn groups. I would need to purchase a domain in the States, but I live all the way here and I don’t own a credit card, nor do I intend on spending money.

My dream is really to have guys (only) within my age range (or mentality) sharing an email account where we store our personal photos, and share stories here in Canucks. I just hated the fact that I don’t own a domain or a group or an account in the internet where I can always go back to. Thankfully Canucks is here, but there’s so many people with different ages, places, and attitudes that I don’t know who to pick for the organization - hopefully we get close online from this one account.

Anyone willing to give it a try, please email me at paolomartin04@yahoo.com (add me in yahoo messenger if you want) or dashboarder@gmail.com. I’m 21, a guy, and living a good life. Hope you share this thought.

I have a tie up story to tell, but I’ll tell it next time canuck - thanks for the time

Pao

hope to here from you soon.

Also I may post a story myself of when I was younger of when I tied up a younger boy a few years ago, if any of you want to read it please say.

http://groups.msn.com/Boundandgagged101replacement

About tying up as a punishment, I think Observer2 is somehow on a grey zone, because his sessions may be either a fun playtime and a punishment session according to circumstances. His Father must be extra careful in order to keep the former separated by the latter, but his stories suggest he can do it well enough. After all, sending a child in a corner as a punishment is just sending him/her in a corner, so there'll be relatively little a difference if he/she has to stand in the corner with his/her hands bound and a blindfold on his/her eyes. And on the other hand playing a game is just playing a game. If it's a tie-up game it'll just be a very particular game. And I must add that being tied up by a careful parent should be much more safe and sane than being tied up by a young person that can be trusted only to a point.

About the son wanting a ball gag for Christmas, I don't remember that episode on this page- can you remember when all of this happened more or less? But I must add this: a ball gag is something more than a mere silencing tool- it's usually seen as an erotic device. I cannot state whether this boy was either sincere or malicious about wanting one- but in the end he got one and since he seems to be happy, theres' nothing wrong in letting him have fun.

This made me think about one detail: what about tie-up sessions as some sort of a reward? Ie: "Now Brian, when you finished the washing-up, we'll play a game and I'll tie you up nice and tight". If the kid's really into it, there'll be one boy who's very happy of doing the washing-up! ;)

The idea of a common email account is interesting but I fear it'll just be the last possible option. That'd hardly be easy to keep and organize. Have you tried the service smartgroups.com provide yet?

I'll be happy to read your story. Do share soon. P.S. Is being into tie-up games easy in an Eastern country? I'm asking because here in a Latin-Mediterranean context it's rather difficult.

Tuckie, I'll surely enjoy reading your story. Do post it soon!

The Pics threre are ALL CLEAN !!!!

NO SEX !!! NO NUDITY !!!

Only Bound Boys from about 6 to 30 Years old.
All Pics are from TV series,or Films.There is also a "Visitors Corner" where other can put Films or TV series.
(No selfmade !!).Next Update is at 13.01.2006.

Here is the link:

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Greetings Jester

I was home alone, so I decided to do some self bondage with the help of my computer chair. I tied some socks together and tied them around my head, making a ball gag. I taped my feet together and taped them to one of the chair legs. I taped myself to the seat part of the chair and the back, so I couldn't get up. I taped my arms down too. I couldn't get up, or loose. I was upstairs and went downstairs, slowly, to get a knife. I got it and got free.

Here's the first sentence and a half of my next story:

My sister had her two friends, Mindy and Chelsea, over to our house. My parents were in Vegas for the week and...............

This is about my second experience with Lindsay.

One finee day, Lindsay was over at my house,(beautiful as usual) and the was playing with my sister, who gets along very well with her.

So I'm on the computer, just playing a game, when my italian godess comes in, leading my sister. To my suprise, my sister has her hands tied behind her back and a white cloth cinched over her mouth. She mmphs a little, and I'm taken back, but not aroused, considering it IS my sister. Lindsay pushes her onto the matress and proceeds to tickle. I look annoyed( of course fake) and close out my program then go to my room. I look around quickly, finding a tie-cloth for a robe(fairly long, black) and a dark blue bandana.

At this point i am shaking, I am usually prepared for my games and the excitement is really excruciating. I go to my sister's room (they relocated while I was finding my "stuff". I see them on her bed, my sister receiving quite a tickling, and I sneak up behind them. I grab Lindsay' arm and pull it behind her back, then do the same with the other arm, and lightly push her onto the bed. Her small squeal of indignation is muffled by the matress, and i proceed to tie her hands behind her back with the little robe tie thingy.

I loop it several times around, then finish tying it. I take one of my sister's many little soft-spots,(long white cloths) and tie Lindsay's feet together. I sit her up and command her to "open". She purses her lips defiantly, and I start massaging the back of her neck slowly. This always makes her laugh, so as soon as she opens her mouth i pop the bandana in and tie it behind her head. She mmphs a little and i push her back down on the bed, on her back. I free my sister and give Lindsay a little kiss over the gag before I get a book from my room and sit down on my sisters bed, right beside my lovely captive. I eventually untie her and we start "making out" on my sisters bed. (she probably got mad later, i dont recall).

The End.
My last experience with Lindsay.

http://groups.msn.com/tugs2

i must stop now but tomorow i'll finish the story

Secondly, Adam, where do you live in Michigan?

Thanks Andy_V for the comments, yeah I don't know about other asian guys like me, especially here in the Philippines, who like these type of things esp guys. As far as I know there's another Filipino in the States whom I contacted online but somehow I insulted him (even today I dont know what I did, even tho i asked) through email, apparently. So its the same in Italy eh? I doubt that, there should be good bondage stories and mates out there in the mediterranean areas who can easily hook up with you or chat online - after all, most of what we term as BDSM or other bondage titles (weak, sexual, or fun aspect) originated from the Medieval Ages...well okay i dont know how far, but maybe those prisoners liked getting tied up. In Japan, however, its different and its an art form. I had photos of Japanese guys I found online tied up and it was different than the Caucasian attitude to bondage.

I haven't found anyone else in the southeast asian countries who are close enough to talk online via phone or webcam. The guys from down under, well i still have to work that out, but in the end its trying to get tied up.

Maybe the idea of sharing stories with the kids under 18 is that they dont want to feel lonely, or they are looking for other guys to play with. ALl the ones with fake stories, well I was one of them at first until i became persistent and really concentrated on fishing out the guys who could do tie ups or be caught into tying up...doesnt make sense, but its really analyzing the persons and seeing HOW you can ask the person to tie you up or to tie him up. The language is always different in each person so it takes a matter of time to master what it is. If you get frustrated, just ask, and move on if the person says no. However it depends on your attitude to tie ups, whether u get turned on by it or not - everyone has to ask that question one day.

I love the idea of 'washing dishes and get tied up' reward, but i must say its kinda creepy also. hehe BUt i do love the idea.

you guys have any photo galleries that are sharable? It would be nice to have a private one, but yeah I'll take a look at the one you mentioned Andy.

Happy New Year, and to all more tie ups and success.

...but the funny thing was, the person who replied to my post was Andy_V, from Italy with the same address (who posted 601,000 people visit Canucks site on that year) and its the same Andy_V who responded to my recent post this new year.

Thanks Andy, its amazing to see and hear that you are one of the classics hehe. Kenny (ban6it@aol.com) was in the 2002 post and we were in the same posting month together - now we're recently emailing each other...funny how it call connects.

What surprised me, however, was my age. My very first post was soo eager, so full of life and desire to get tied up...but my goodness I was 14? I asked icedragon right now and he said he's 17, but he found about your site at 10.

Well if we expose these guys at such a young age, and sort of sell the idea that they should grow up fast (and obsessively about tie ups) to learn more, see more and participate more online and eventually get tied up by someone one day ... then what are we really really trying to create here?

Okay I still over analyze, even at 14 I was I kinda goofy (still am) but at 21, I never knew I actually reached my (legal) age to venture and see online stuff and not feel guilty about it.

By the way, how old are you Andy_V now?

Still, what I'm afraid is that there are already too many generations out there that are affected by what they read here - from places to visit, videos to see, websites to search, the language of speaking etc. Do I know what's going to end up in the next 10 years or so? I really don't, but I'm certain there are already too many exposed out there that do not limit themselves to these things.

shet I sound like a granddad.

Anyway, good luck to all of you and please remember these are just a bunch of words. Its up to you to say it affects you or changes you - just please do not try this on your own at home...or at least don't be stupid and not have a knife or scissors in case of emergency.

By the way if people are really interested in getting tied up, I suggest for Canuck to have a separate forum for LANGUAGES solely on tie ups only.

Cheers and Happy Holidays (we haven't taken down the decor yet)

Paolo Martin

You've probably heard this before, but it bears repeating again: Never meet in person with someone you met on the internet, unless you parents are there at the meeting. None of us want to see you wanting and frustrated, but I'm pretty sure that most of us would want to make sure you're around to be a part of this club for a good long time. Hopefully, some vicarious tie-ups from people's stories will satisfy you until you find a good, responsible, empathetic tie-up partner.

So i was left tien in jane´s bed for a long time, The room was full of candles with plates in their bases. I was wearing thr jungleguy custom. She came into the room with a big basket with things i couldn´t really see bacause I was layed on the bed.

"Time for payback" Said Jane.

First she untied my feet and tied them again stronger whith a piece of rope she brought, it hearted and i was enjoying that. Then she started touch my legs, pressing my tigh (which make me tikle, the passing through my private parts into my stomach where the real tickling torture went.

"Stopjejejejee pleajejese" I started screaming

Jane put an ugly face and went to her basket and the to my face.

"Be quiet, ok" and put a gagball in my mouth after pressing my nose for me to open my mouth.
"I don´t want your hands behind your back" so she untied them and retied tem infront. the with another piece she tied them together to the head of her bed. "Now you are ready" Jane laughed.
Jane got her baske and bring it close to my body.
"I wont blindfold you because i want you to see you torturepayback." She touched my chest for 5 senconds or so and but a clothepin in each of my niples. mmmmupppppphhhhhhhhhhhhh i went screaming. It hearted but i loved to be tied up. After that she laft the room leaving me with the pins on my niples.

She came back with a pail that I knew contained cold water. Sehe smiled when she saw my shock face. Jane took a bich sponge and put it in the pail. Than she pressed it ofer my whole body (part by part starting from my feet to my face). The water was extremely cold. She took off the clothepins, and played with my niples for abount 7 or so minutes. My loincloth had a bulge because my situation exited me much. She noticed that.
"Lets sse if the next torture exites you to. I think you´ll never embarase me in front the whole school again."
Jane brought a small table close to me. then she brougt all the candles of the room. "you are still wet" she notice.So she took a towel and hardly dryed me so itll ached a litle.
She got the first plate and pured it in my chest. It was a real pain. "Mmmmpppmhhhhhhhhmmmppmph" I went. After puring all the candlewax I was deam tired and all ny chest hearted. After the wax dryed she took it of the she touched my chest. After that she untid my hands from the bed but leave my hands tied. she untied my feet and then pured another pail of water all over my body . I was very wet and cold again she took me to her car put me on her trunk and after some minutes she took me out and untied me.
I really enjoyed being tied and she was right to get revange. so I said "Thanks Jane you gave me a lesson." she punched me in my stomach and left.

The concept of a tie-up game as a reward sincerely isn't entirely mine. I fully conceived it after reading some fictional stories about such situations. One of them was the infamous "Justin" series that happened to be posted here too before it became too morbid- and besides it clearly was a good-structured, totally unrealistic fantasy story. But the concept of Justin having to perform many duties and chores for some days in order to earn an afternoon as a tied-up captive was there and I still like it. Let's imagine: "Hmmm Billy, the car's not perfectly cleaned yet, sorry, I'll tie you up the next time"--- ;)

I'm glad to know you collected memory of the past times. I walked a lot in the meantime- I learnt to use scribbles (&&&), lines (---), smileys (:)) and elisions (it's it, ain't it?). My English is still far from being perfect, but it's much better now. About my age- well, I could be the adult brother of many people here- in fact I'm almost 39 yo right now, and I'm going to be 39 in April. (Who's sounding like a granddad now?). ;)

Calvin, I like the idea of a secret word for tie up games.

Like everyone who agrees with me here , there are logical steps into talking to people in order to start up or continue a conversation. If you wish to add atopic, you know if you have to wait your turn or know where you can insert your own question or piece of information. Sometimes its not necessary to dwell into one topic or continue your chosen story if it doesnt set the mood right. In that case, you 'analyze' or evaluate the group you hold and 'feel' what kind of topics can they be drawn into talking.

To quote from a friend:

"The way we got started differs from person to person. Many of them I kinda "targeted" thinking to myself I would like to tie them up or that they would look good tied up. I seem to have the skill of being able to read people very well and can tell how they would probably react to certain questions. So i was able to plan my approach on that knowledge. All of them are pretty open minded which i planned on. Usually what I do was somehow in a conversation I would bring up tie ups and ether i would bet them or challenge them. Often I would say that I am good escape artist (which I am) and that they could tie me up to where i couldn't get out..They would take that bet and whenever they did get a chance to tie me up I would say it only fair for me to tie them up ..for fun. - Kenny"

But I agree with a secret word, although the one suggested was hard to pronounce I think.

Oh yeah Andy_V, dont worry, I've met and frequently talked with online friends older than you at 65 and 53 hehe. We have to start out from some age and thankfully this is one language.

I remember the Justin series, but hey you guys that write your own true tales are better than the false ones out there. To help the unfortunate (joke guys), I hope you guys who are experienced already to help out and teach language terms or techniques

It was 4 pm. Heart rate - like a hurricane.

Abe was a good nurse friend of mine that I befriended whilst attending mass in Cardiff. Since he was the only other Filipino guy I hung out during the weekend visits there, it was inevitable for me to slip a question for a tie up game. Problem is, I told him on the phone, too chicken to say it on his face and see first hand his reaction. On May 19th, I got my answer.

I let Abe enter the room and asked if he can help me get tied up. I told him my favorite is on a chair whilst wearing my nylon jogging pants, sneakers, and navy blue t shirt. I asked him if it was okay, if he can do it. He was wearing his horizontal striped long sleeves again with jeans again, something that has become too familiar on Sundays. I wonder if he ever noticed that I notice that detail. He crossed his arms, directed his attention towards me.
"Well see," Abe said, with a boyish smirk that should have been a warning.

I introduced him to my good friend the White Rope, Gray the duck tape roll (which was 10 Sterling Pounds - 20 US dollars), the socks and black bandanna in my wooden drawer, and my steel bound study chair whose study table is less than a meter away from my bed - typical British dorm.

After a few nice-bedroom-yeah-I-know-questions, I let him sit on my bed as I sat on the chair to open my laptop. Mise en place, my favorite online photos were there, mostly from tieguyuk and captured guys (before it became pay). The slideshow stopped at a captureguy.com photo of a ‘soldier’ sitting cross legged only with his army pants, a red baret cap tilted on his face, secured with a bandanna plus strip of tape gag. A white piece of rope on his chest and arms forced him to look to the left at something that was bothering him. Facing away from the soldier, I told Abe coolly, “Do whatever you want to do with me,” and smiled knowing it was me who would benefit from this. I thought it was clever, sounded like what a kidnapped victim would say.

Little did I realize how a naïve a little sentence can get you - I was about to be in something that was more than what I bargained for, or even thought or even hinted at. My heart got the better of my mind.

Nevertheless, I was waiting for this moment in time, the one I’ve patiently waited for.
He smiled, raised his eyebrows cheerily, and stood up. I stood to face him as he placed his hands on my shoulders.

I looked up silently. Heart rate - like mercury’s orbit of the sun, but silent in space.

He gently said sit and I did. Don’t speak, and with his reassuring great smile that his hospital patients must also love, I obeyed.

Game on, I thought.

Abe kneeled in front of me, just as one would tie his shoe lace. He reached for the tape behind.

The next few minutes was a blur, but he made each of my hands clutch a rolled sock so that when it is duck taped like a thin fisted glove, the idea to escape through your fingers is gone. He moved behind the chair so my arms would be tied to the legs or the spine of the chair behind me, with the elbow area not missing a tape job as well. I couldn’t help but be amazed at what Abe was doing. The only sound was ripping of tape and his work-breathing.

He made another circle to my ankles which became bolted to the feet of the chair with gray duck tape, each knee locked with belts with no hooks.

The immobilization, the fear and rush of adrenaline of allowing something to happen but not being able to do anything about it, was overwhelming. Here I was, not being able to move. Yet Abe wasn’t satisfied. Neither was I.

He reached for the rope on my desk, showed me the ends of it and connected them together to find the middle. The rope went around the pelvic area similar to the ones used for emergency rope rescues, went over my chest and back over, with the knots hidden from view. Later I would find out the ends of the ropes and knots would be out of reach and also secured with duck tape. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see the knots, after all, I was there to escape from it, or so I thought. The sound of rope on my jogging pants and the small rips it make was art like.

Standing back to see his work, Abe smiled again. I told him, “well done, its tight and…” before I realized what he was doing with the sock he hand in hand. It was rolled.

I closed my eyes - I hated rolled sock gags since it dries out the spit. He held my cheeks to open up, but to no avail, until he held my nose, which I laughed at the sensation and had a mouthful. My bandanna made the sock push deeper as he tied it behind my head. Yet when he stretched the duck tape and rolled it several times around the head, all I could do was enjoy the torture with stifled moans telling him its tight, which he didn’t hear. I didn’t expect the duck tape to tighten around my head as it went around several times.

Tied, gagged, and nowhere to go, the only thing I cold do was to look at him.
Heart rate - like an athlete on his final lap.

Abe had a captive college guy in front of him. His eyes, they’re a bit different the way he was looking at me. As if he knew exactly what he would want from all of this. I thought, whatever, he’s enjoying it as much as I am.

The last thing I would see that afternoon was his hands as it positioned the black bandanna to block my eyesight.
The last thing I would hear that afternoon was the sound of tape around my eyes and positioned a bit over my ears.

Now the only thing I could do was listen. Heart rate - satisfied.

I sat there, listening only to the crackling of duck tape as I moved my covered face, the tug of the rope on my chest, the feeling of youth in my pulse rate from my wrists. A tug at the knots other than me was Abe, making sure I couldn't move. Or escape.

I tried visualizing through my ears. My breathing through my nose was exciting. I heard Abe position himself on the bed, but feel him sitting close in front of me, observing me.

Strangely, I tried ‘feeling’ at where he was looking, or hearing any sounds from his direction to pin point exactly what he was thinking. I heard a soft thud from the duck tape roll on my desk.

It was terrifying yet the adventure was all mine. One second felt like one minute, but every second was ecstasy in this immobilization of me. I thought it was now time to try to get out.

My lamp switch made a click sound near my left. Then something wet was on my ear.

Heart rate - well the brain had the answer.

Moral of the story : I hope you know what you're up against.

I liked your story a lot, the way you desribed every second. In other stories they say that they were duct taped from head to toe, that doesn't make me feel that they were secure. The way you described every movement abe made really made it sound as if you couldn't be trapped anymore than you are now. Overall, good story

I know this is a board for stories without sexual content but yea, that can be a component to being tied up.

And it's a concern I've heard all too often.

Maybe you're not aware that...

it can be

just

as 'arousing' for the person doing the tying!!

...

so before you feel too self conscious, maybe remind yourself that you're not alone...

Canuck, I hope you feel the post is an appropriate one.

It's really hard to hear people consider themselves 'freaks' when they're in actual fact, very human.

Be cautious when dealing with people you may meet on the internet, your, obviously, most vulnerable when stripped of your ability to escape or call for aide.

Comments are welcomed.

ok here's my new story.

All alone with Jazzy

you may recall Jazzy from my last story well this is the first time i tied her up.
i moved to my old house on June 17 2000 and Jazzy family of 2 boys and 2 girls moved in that Augast. this story takes place around about november of 2000. Jazzys mom and dad had planned to take the kids ranging from 3-9(jazzy)
to six flags. however Jazzy did something at school and couldnt go, so i was asked to baby sit her while they went out. so Saturday morning rolled around and they left around about 10am i was there at 9:55 or so. my momo and sister had hair appontments from 10:30 till around about 5 which is when jazzy's family would be on ther way back.
when i get ther jazzy still sleep so i chill out and tv. around about 10:20 jazzy comes out in her sleep ware of an t-shirt and flanel pants. she goes and eats breakfast and head back to her room with out a word. i here her getting dressed and around 10:40 she comes out in a tight pair of apple bottom jeans and a bright gree t-shirt with matching green belt. socks, and tennis shoes. a bright green bananna rolled and flatten into a thin line across her head. she heads for the door and i ask her where she thinks she's going. can you belive this little old scrany ( she hadn't gotten her great looking body yet.) 9 yeaar old to me " out" and to " mind my own bussiness" i said that if she took one more step towards the door i would tie her up and lock her in a closet ( which i had been hoping to do all along). to my reflie she took the step and i was on her like white on rice on a paper plate in the middle of a blizzard. i grab her around her waist and pinned her arms to her sides and handgaged her. i dragged her back to her room and forced her on her chest and sat on her legs. i had some rope in my pocket so i tied her wrist crisscross behind her back and ran the rope threw her belt loop a few times to secure it to the small of her back. next tied her ankles in the same crisscross fashion. i pulled the bandann from her head and pinched her nose untill she breathed for air, i cleave gagged her and rolled her on her back so i was sitting on the top of the fron of her thighs. then i went to work and ticklled the mess out of her untill so started to cry with laughter.
this being my first attempt to a cleave gag i did pretty gog but i could still under stand her. she asked if she could go to the bathroom and i said in a little bit. i had to think quick i had to let her go to the bathroom but i didnt want ot untie her so i asked ehr if it would be ok if i put her in a skirt over her jeans and then lull her jeans off. she agreed and i stood her up and helped hop to wjere she kept her skirts. i picked out a long jean one and slid it over her jeans after un tieing her hands fron her belt loos and retieing them to the skirt. slowy i slid my hands up until i found the belt and zipper. i undid both and pulled down her pants all while looking her right in the eye. she was on her back and i knelling beside her. once the pants were off i foled them up in put them back in the closet. i untied her ankles and led her to the bathroom. the i untied her wrist and retied them in front of her and added the rope from her ankeld for me to hold on to while she went. after she was done i asked if she wanted her jeans back on and she said no. i retied her hand behind her back and secured them to her belt loops again and ungagged her and we layed on the sofa and watched tv like that untill around abotu 4 when i untied her competly and started paying madden with her i won of cousrse she promised to let me tie her up any time i wanted and trust me i did just about everyday from then untill i moved in 2004 and eventhen when she comes to visit on holidays and birthdays i still get her!

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Justice is so sweet!

I understand you feel like a freak because you think you are unlike other people.

But I think if there was some easy indication,
if people who liked to be tied up were somehow say, blue like a smurf..
You'd realize as you look around & go about your day...
that there are many, many people the same.

And I think more all the time.

But it's not something we're aware of because people (with the very odd exception) are not blue.

They say in public office, one letter from a constituant is representative of (example) 100 people who feel the same way.

I'd say it's like that with this board...for every post there are probably many, many more people who read it and still more that feel the same.

It's a matter of finding each other.

Not a bad idea with the code word, Calvin...

And well tied up!!

With only the gym skipping ropes, but tied up none the less. And effective for a drama.
So I realized as I watched that it was somehow intriguing to me.

It remained.

I'd watch anything as a child, a movie, a tv show, anything in hopes there'd be a capture, some bondage. Often, there was. These were the seventies and the drama was a lil more cheesy ... no duct tape!! And especially never wrapped around the head like today!! Just basic rope ties and most often with over-the-mouth detective style gag if you were lucky.
And of course, being the seventies, everything was more permissive. Anybody was doing everything to anyone you could find!! So it wasn't unusual that you'd tie someone up or be tied up. Today, we take ourselves and our lives so much more serious. Far too serious. But there's still the fun to be had. You just have to be a little more careful.

I don't think it's unusual that people in your own family have the same interests. Cousins can be really good for that - stemming from the same 'tree', so to speak. And there's usually enough familiarity to make it comfortable.

There were many time in my life that I tied up my younger cousin. He liked to be tied and I like to tie him. He had a seemingly insatiable appetite for it and so did I. He was younger that me by a few years. Still could have put up a good fight if he'd wanted to. But...

Wrestling's always a good place to start.

We'd wrestle. I could usually pin him if I tried. He'd relent pretty easily too anyways, more concerned (...uh, not concerned, fascinated) by what might happen to him should he give up.

This was just the beginning of the age where we protect our children so much that they never have a chance to let anything...

just...

happen to them.

We wrestled once, late 80's. He was face down. Not really putting up much of a fight. I think I "won" ... and was really just ready to go on to something else when he said that I may have to 'tie him up for this one.' Uh, yea...ok, if you say so!!

We were near a linen cupboard. I yarded him over. He was more like a big dead tuna fish than anything else cause he didn't struggle or make effort to get away. Still I kept hold on him, hands held behind his back as best I could while still reaching with the other to get something, anything I could from the cupboard that I could use. I only came back with t-towels (you know, dryin' the dishes sort of things...) Anyway, did what I could with those. Somehow got enough wraps around his wrists to (ostensibly) have his hands tied though anyone, anywhere, anytime could have broken free. Then another towel or some such thing around his feet and he was restrained, face down, hands behind, feet tied and not goin' anywhere....

This was the 80's and the dawn of duct tape. Much like the 90's saw the integration of the ballgag in mainstream culture, so too were we seeing duct tape used more & more often in film to gag people. Now was my chance....

I went downstairs where I knew there to be some....

Came back, and fully expecting anyone else to have used to opportunity to flee, at least try to....

Returned to see him motionless and unmoved on the floor exactly as I'd left him.

k, then....go time

I was always good at ripping strips of tape and this was not an exception. I was eagerly anticipating finally putting this stuff on someone's mouth and now hoped against hope that he wasn't going to stop me. Yea, no... Rolled him over, held the tape near his mouth & put it on. Really completes the picture, don't ya think...

There was a movie I'd seen called "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" and in it, one sister torments the other. In one scene, ties her up and gags her with (ok, now I am dating myself...white adhesive tape). Long story long...she takes the tape off and reapplies it again throughout the move. Thought I'd try me some of that. If he took it once.... maybe like peanuts, once you start....

And I did that throughout the course of the day. Duct tape can be pretty rough and started to take some of the skin off his lips. Well, when you play with the big boys...

And then torture's always a little necessary. I thought ice cream was the flavour of the day (uh, sorry)...

So one spoonful at a time, and slowly over a while, I dropped ice cream on his (already) gagged face and watched mercilessly as it melted and ran down into our harvest gold 70's style shag carpet (don't tell my parents).

His head looked like a bundt cake.

I relented.

Though, and pay attention here kids, ice cream and duct tape do not mix!!

So, kinda hosed him down...

And then went to town on the ties, beefing them up. I untied the towel from his hands, crossed them again and bound him with the duct tape. Don't think there's any gettin' out of a duct tape tie, do you? You're there for the duration.

And again, with a face cleaner and more bondable, took another strip of duct tape and held it near his (already fraying) lips. Still no resistance. Nothing. Knew he was to be gagged again and yet kept his mouth closed and head still in that anticipation. And again it was applied.

Ever notice when you tape someones mouth there's no hint of their actual face while you're applying pressure to the tape?? Then once you release it the tape can take the shape of their actual mouth sometimes?? Guess it depends. But it held firm. Always use the stuff with the fibres. It'll never let you down until it's infiltrated with ice cream.

Tied him other ways that day too...

Hands in front, taped together. See, what can happen there is over the course of a tie up the tape can stretch and even become like rope. It did and I realized with only minimal effort on his part he could escape, at least get a hand out and at very least get the tape gag off. But alas, I was his captor and it seemed to be the way he wanted it.

And I wanted it.

I've come to realize as I get older some kids (especially boys) feel safer tied up.

And in fact probably are, the truth be told.

Self control is tough sometimes, and it is especially hard when you have more energy that you know what to do with.

And I think you're safer tied up by someone (let's say) 'safe' than tied up by yourself (ie, self bondage)

My wish for all of you who want to be tied is that you find someone who will tie you without hurting you.

k, enough out of me...

have fun....

XXXXelllente! And all FREE!

Regarding the secret word suggested by Calvin, I think it's a terrific idea. It could also be a special gesture like tapping your foot a certain number of times, putting both of your hands behind your back, etc. However, it would take several years before every bondage lover knows about this - even more if he/she is a newbie. But there's nothing wrong with dreaming.

Paolo Martin: I loved your story. Pure literature - and good one.

Dann: Nice one as well. I really liked the way you kind of explained to the read each of your steps. Keep up the good work.

Have a nice new year!

...and looking forward to your return and more from you....

I think the 'hands behind the back' idea is fantastic!! Just held there say, crossed with fists.

Not an unusual way to stand so as not to attract the wrong attention.

Yet a clear signal to those who need it.

And something you can do anyplace, anytime.

Plus presumably anyone using the signal'd be happy that way anyhow!!

...that's thinkin'!!

My names is Scott and I have only just recently began reading some of these story and I must say it feels good not to be lonely in my feelings of bondage and stuff like that. Anyway getting to my story of my first bondage experience. It happened when I was thirteen or so and we had moved in to our house recently any way my sister had made some friends including the next door neighbor who I will call Kim (Kim was a year younger than me and was only just a bit shorter as well) anyway my sis invited her over for a swim and sleepover. When we were in the pool we were playing some throwing game and Kim threw the ball over the fence and we made her go get it. While she was gone my parents were just leaving as the phone rang it was for my sis and so she went up to get it and then Kim came threw the side gate with the ball. This was clearly my window of opportunity as my sis was going to be on the phone for who knows how long
(my sis was two years younger than me) anyway Kim hoped back in the pool and asked where my sis was so I told her afterwards she asked me what were we going to do so I looked around the and eureka I found some rope and turned to Kim and said as punishment for losing the ball I was going to tie her up in the pool.

She reluctantly accepted and presented her hands together out in front and I shook my head then she gave me a confusing look but I then grabbed her hands and spun her around and tied her hands up. She remained like that for 5 minutes before I help her up the ladder out of the pool and I then proceeded to tie her ankles up and got her jump in the pool (I was waiting for her in the deep end to make sure she didn’t drown or nothing like that.) After ten minutes of this my sis finally got of the phone and came into the pool and untied Kim and when the opportunity next came I asked Kim if she enjoyed that experience and when she agreed I then asked her if she would like to be tied up again that night.

Later on that night after everyone was asleep except me and Kim and we then proceeded to the guestroom (we went to the guest because the bed had posts to which to be tied) when we got in there she asked me how I was going to tie her up I then showed her the handful of rope to which I was going to tie her with she gave me a confused look again so I told her lay on the bed and I was going to tie her spread eagle style. After I had her tied up she asked me what now I then told her to wait a minute I then ran around the house looking for materials. When I got back with a small bag of goodies Kim had a bit of a scared look in her face so I knelt down beside the bed I blindfolded her so she wouldn’t know what was about to happen. After she was blindfolded I scrunched up a bandanna and shoved it in her mouth and then I quickly ripped of a piece of duct tape and shoved it over her mouth and repeated this process about ten times so that I you could hear was a quite mmmpphhh from here immobilized body. Then the fun began as I started to tickle her for about 20 minutes after I was finish I left here there while I went to the toilet and when I got back I untied her and we both went to bed .

The next morning she said that she really enjoyed it and wasn’t going to tell anyone about
And re assured me that there wasn’t going to be any revenge on her part cause she was much to nice a girl to do that.
Thanks for reading my first bondage experience I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did
scott

I will post those stories another day but right now I want to post the first part of a story about something that happened to me the other day involving 2 of my younger cousins Nick and John. Even though I am older than both of them, they have always lived in my neighorhood and the Manhunt torch was passed to Nick, John and their friends after my friends and I started driving and stopped playing. Since Nick and John are family, they have a key to my parents house and are allowed to hang out anytime. My parents both work quite a bit and are usually gone from early in the morning to late at night which pretty much allows my cousins to have free reign of the house and yard. here have many times that I have stopped by my parents house while they were playing Manhunt and have found someone tied up down in the basement or outside in the garage or backyard.

Sometimes when I stopped by and was doing work at my parents house, Nick and John would ask me to play on a team so that there were equal members on each team. Most of the time I was put on the same team as my cousins Nick and John and I usually agreed to play with the condition that I would play the position of "Prison Guard" and the prison for my team would be inside the house so that I would be able to watch the prisoners and get work done at the same time. After the game started I would be inside keeping busy when the back
door would open and a prisoner would be deposited in the kitchen or living room which was considered the prison. The prisoner was always tied up and sometimes gagged and blindfolded. One rule that everyone agreed upon was that if you were captured, you were able to keep any supplies or items that were already in your possession. Another rule was that if you were able to get untied and free yourself, you were allowed to escape from the prison. If you were able to free yourself and the "Guard" wasn't paying attention, the Guard could be captured and left behind in the escaped prisoners place. This happened a couple of times to me but I found out that very few of these kids could do a very good job of tying someone up. I was usually able to free myself in a couple of minutes but a couple of times they did a pretty good job tying me up and even though I was making progress, my teamates arrived and freed me before I was able to get loose on my own. A couple of times I knew I could easily escape but I acted like I was unable to and I waited until Nick, John or another teamate showed up and untied me. Several times I was gagged and blindfolded but that typically was just a necktie or a piece of cloth tied over the eyes or in the mouth. Almost all the players stuffed a bunch of old neckties and pieces of rope in their pockets and used these to tie up a captured prisoner.

last week I stopped over at my parents house and I heard Nick and John down in the basement. I went downstairs and I saw that they were sitting on the floor surrounded by a bunch of my Dads old ugly ties that they pulled out of a rag bag that was near the washing machine. I asked what they were doing and they advised me that they were practicing different types of knots and different ways to tie someone up. They tried a couple of the different knots and tie ups on each other but since I was bigger, they asked me if they could try some of their new stuff on me. I sort of laughed to myself because I remembered practicing knots and tie ups with my friends in this same basement a bunch of years ago.
That along with the fact that both Nick and John have never been good at tying anybody up because most of the prisoners that they brought in during "Manhunt" ended up escaping or capturing me if I was busy with something else and wasn't keeping a close eye on them.

like I said earlier, those stories are for another time so let me tell the latest incident which ended up being a little embarrassing to me but I got what I deserved because I ended up underestimating my opponents. I agreed to let John and Nick practice on me but since it was cold in the basement, I told them that they had to tie me upstairs. John started off by using one of the neckties to tie my hands behind my back while Nick used one to tie my ankles. They wanted me to roll the sleeves up on my sweatshirt so that they could tie my wrists but I told them to keep them rolled down, I figured if they had to tie over the sleeves it would make it easier for me to escape. Next they tied a necktie around my chest which pinned my arms to my sides. I saw John folding a white sheet into a band and figured that he was going to use it to gag me but I was suprised when instead he pulled it tightly over my eyes and knotted it tightly behind my head. Next they made me bend my knees and even though I was unable to see, I felt them use a necktie to tie my ankles to the tie that ran around my chest. This kept my knees bent and prevented me from straightening out my legs which made it hard to stay in a sitting position without falling over. Now at this point I have to admit that this was probably the best job that anyone had ever done tying me up but I wasn't really nervous because I could feel a little give around my wrists and I was confident that I could still escape.

At this point John and Nick tell me to try and get free and as I began to test the play in the tie around my wrists, I heard one of them say, "Lets drag him into the closet." I told them that the closet wasn't part of the deal but I felt them grab me by the shoulders and easily start sliding me along the hardwood floors. When they stopped sliding me I could tell that we were near the closet and I heard them giggling. Even though I was laughing too, I was also cursing them at the same time and since I was blindfolded, I was caught off guard and wasn't ready for what happened next. They told me to open my mouth but I told him no way if they were going to drag me into the closet. I felt someone squeeze my nose real hard and as I yelled ouch, one of them pushed a wad of cloth into my mouth. I guess my reflexes kicked in because I tried to kick at them with my legs but by doing this I felt the ties around my chest and ankles tighten and realized that they must have used some sort of half-a*s slip knot. At this point I fell over on my side and wasn't really able to move. I tried to spit out the cloth but before I could I felt another piece of cloth pulled tightly between by teeth and knotted behind my neck. Nick and John were cracking up and they said to me, "Try and get out of that." I felt them slide me into the closet and I heard the door close. ...

I have to sign off now but I hope to finish the story later tonight or tomorrow. Also I won't tell you too much about the ending but I was able to steal back pics that they took of me. Stay tuned for part 2.

I heard Nick and John turn on the stereo and I probably sat stuck in the closet for around 15 minutes or so. I felt the closet door open and they asked me if I was free yet. I didn't even try to answer them and I sort of let out a muffled laugh and shook my head no. They asked me if I wanted my gag off and I shrugged my shoulders like I didn't care either way but I was pretty sure by this point that I couldn't get gag off by myself. They said they would take my gag off but I had to let them re-gag me with tape. My mouth and cheeks were starting to hurt and since I wasn't in a position to argue, I shook my head yes. They grabbed me around my ankles and pulled and as I slid out of the closet I could feel the tie around my chest tighten even more. As I felt my chest tie tighten I grunted but Nick and John just laughed and told me to stop complaining. I felt one of them untying the knot on my gag and pull it from between my lips. I instantly tried to spit out the rag in my mouth but it seemed stuck and I had a hard time spitting it out. I shook my head and pushed with my tongue and I was finally able to get the rag past my teeth and I felt it fall out of my mouth and hit the floor with a damp thud.
Since I was unable to escape I was more embarrassed then angry but I told Nick and John that they were cheaters because they never mentioned anything about me being tied up in the closet. They called me a sore loser and said that I would have more time to try and escape. They said to me, "Enough talking, close your mouth." At this point I was sitting partially upright and I tested the tie around my wrist which still seemed escapable even though the ties around my chest and ankles were pretty snug. I was still confident that I could escape but I had to make sure that if they dragged me back in the closet I would try to tilt my upper body at an angle so in that in case I slid down again I wouldn't be lying or sitting on my hands. I wasn't going to sit there and argue with them so I closed my mouth and instantly felt a piece of tape being plastered tightly over my mouth. This was followed by 3 more strips of tape that covered my face from my nose to my chin. As they grabbed my shoulders and slid me back into the closet they said to me, "Good Luck" Before they closed the door I heard a couple of beeps and I could see the flashes of a camera from under my blindfold. Now they were really being cheaters!!

I could hear and feel the closet door closing so I turned my body sideways but as the door shut it knocked against me and since I couldn't staighten my legs out, I kind of fell over and my body slid down to the floor. My head was now pressed against the back wall of the closet and my hands were pressed up against the door which again made it extremely hard to wiggle them and try to get free. I tried to get the tape and blindfold off by rubbing my face against the back wall but it was sheetrock and with the smooth surface there was nothing to catch the tape or blindfold on. I tried to blow as hard as I could against the tape but that didn't seem to work. I tried push my tongue out past my lips but the tape was really sticky and seemed to be sticking to my face pretty well. Since I was blindfolded when they taped my mouth shut I couldn't see what type of tape they used but I could feel it on my face and although it seemed to be thinner than duct tape, it was still extremely sticky. At this point I was getting a little annoyed with myself because I was unable to escape a tie-up by 2 kids that I thought would have trouble tying up a garbage bag. Even though the ties were pretty snug and I could hardly move, I wasn't too uncomfortable because the ties were soft and they weren't cutting off my circulation.

Around 15 minutes later I felt the closet door open and I heard Nick and John giggling. As they reached in and dragged me out of the closet they said, "What are you waiting for, Christmas?" They both laughed at this because Christmas was just a couple of days earlier. I didn't think it was too funny but I was obviously unable to tell them that. I felt one of them begin to slowly peel the tape off of my mouth and as it came off, it didn't hurt as much as I expected. As soon as the tape was off I faked a yawn and told them that I never got a chance to escape because I got comfortable and fell asleep. I know this a lame excuse but I had to save face and it was the only thing I could think of at the time. Of course they didn't believe me but they told me that I would get another chance. I figured what the heck, I have only been tied up for a half an hour or so and I should eventually be able to get my hands free.
They told me to close my mouth again but before I did I asked them not to stuff me back in the closet because it was getting hot in there. I knew that it was too tight in there and it would be easier for me to wiggle around and get free if I had a little bit or room to move. They laughed and said that it couldn't have been to hot in there because I got comfortable and fell asleep. Again it was pointless to argue so I just closed my mouth and again I felt one of them use 4 pieces of tape to tape my mouth shut.

I started the draft on this story the other day and since I am a slow typer and this is my first post, I never realized how long the story would take to write. I was hoping to finish this story tonight but I have run out of time so I apologize and hopefully I will be able to finish tomorrow, please stay tuned for part 3. -----Tricked Rick

Regarding the secret word suggested by Calvin, I think it's a terrific idea. It could also be a special gesture like tapping your foot a certain number of times, putting both of your hands behind your back, etc. However, it would take several years before every bondage lover knows about this - even more if he/she is a newbie. But there's nothing wrong with dreaming.

Paolo Martin: I loved your story. Pure literature - and good one.

Dann: Nice one as well. I really liked the way you kind of explained to the read each of your steps. Keep up the good work.

Have a nice new year!

...really done that all my life...

...just to 'test the waters,' so to speak...

Life gives you alot of opportunities to draw someones hands behind their back. In fact, it can be funny that the ones who want them there will often instigate it in some way... eg, reach for something they know is important to you, get in your face somehow...

Usually I'd know if I got someone's hands crossed behind their back whether or not they were comfortable with it. Then the obvious next step can be to wrap something, anything around them & see how they react.

And people who wanna be gagged can often be really mouthy, just in hopes that'll happen to them!!

Course, from there you can take it as far as you like.

Always try to read the other person, though. The eyes are especially important. I never used blindfolds. The eyes are your best indicator that someone else is having fun too. If not, it's wrong.

Some people, especially adults, have taken bondage to kinda an ugly level and so it's not seen often seen as innocent.

Still can be, though, if people play responsibly and realize the idea is not to hurt anyone else but to have some fun.

...great stories, today, too...

...thanks!

We went back to playing video games and going outside. After about two hours, we went back to Parker's room to get some stuff for a game we were playing. We were downstairs when Parker asked me to go back and get some more pillows from his room. As I was leaving his room, A hand clamped over my mouth and pulled me into a nearby room.

You guessed it, it was Olivia. She dropped me to the floor and I asked what she was going to do to me. She smiled as I heard a rip sound. I looked behind me to see Erin holding a roll of duct tape. Maia held me as Erin duct taped my ankles together and my wrists together. Olivia decided to do the "honors" of gagging me. She placed 3 strips of duct tape over my mouth. I was kidnapped!

I'm (and I'm sure others) are still looking forward to reading the continuation of your most recent Dena tale.

I'm hopeful that all is well.

That being said, I became one of his only friends out of sympathy, which wasn't always easy. It wasn't that I didn't like spending time with Brian, it was just that he would always do irrational and brash things, which eventually got him sent to a Troubled Youth Wilderness Camp. Needless to say, the poor boy was misunderstood and had no common sense.

All of this being said, I shall continue to the story.

One brisk Saturday afternoon in November, I found myself walking down the long gravel drive-way to Brian's house. Brian had invited me over every day for the past week, and I couldn't avoid it much longer.

As I got to his front porch, I saw that he was standing out there waiting for me. I noticed that neither of his parents' cars were there, which meant that he would probabally try something stupid like climb up to the roof again.

Despite how chilly it was outside, Brian was wearing denim shorts. He also had on a gray long sleeved t-shirt and crew socks worn rather slopily with folds all along the legs of the socks.

"Hey Scot." he called down, his voice had the worst drawl.
"Hey Brian." I said with a slight sigh as I got upstairs.

He opened the door and walked in to the living room and I soon followed. I just taken a seat when he went behind the couch on the opposite side of the room and said, "Look what I got!"

He pulled out three objects. One which said "No Tresspassing", a second was a Stop sign and the third was a pastel green mailbox, which belonged to a sweet old lady who lived alone by the name of Ms. Bonnie.

"You went and stole these things?" I asked in awe of his stupidity, "Doesn't that belong to old Ms. Bonnie?"
"Yeah, isn't it awesome? Greens my favorite color." he replied with a grin.
"No, it's not awesome. Why'd you take it from her?"
"Because I wanted it." he said with a voice of mock stupidity. "And I'm gonna keep it."
"Why? It's only going to hurt her feelings. You know how sensitive she is."
"I don't care." he retorted.
"Fine, then I'll tell her about it." I said as I turned my back and began walking back to the door.
"No, Scot, please don't."
I didn't answer.
"Scot! Come on. I want the mailbox, she doesn't have to know."
I said nothing and, when I was nearly at the door, I was shocked by his tackle.

"Brian! what are you doing?" I asked angrily.
"Your not gonna go tell her." he said as he pulled me back past the living room and into his bedroom. Brian loved to work his muscles, and was quite strong.
"Why not? Do you want the mailbox that bad?" I asked.
"Yeah I do, it might make a good gift." he said as he got something off his shelf.
"A gift? Who's gonna want that?"
He then pulled me in to a wooden chair and pulled my wrists behind it. "I don't know, somebody." he retorted.
"What are you doing?" I demanded to know.
"What does it look like I'm doing, I'm tieing you up." he replied as though it were obvious.
"Tieing me up???" I asked and began to fight, but it was too late, my wrists were bound tigtly together.
"That outgha hold ya." he said examining his work.

"No Brian, let me go. I won't tell, I swear!" I pleaded.
"Now how can I be sure of that?" he asked, somewhat amused.
"No Brian! This is illegal! This is kidnapping, I could sue you ya know."
Brian sat down in front of me and began to pull his socks off.
"What are you doing now?" I asked nervously.
"What does it look like I'm doing? Taking my socks off, and I'm gonna sut you up."
"No." I said quickly and clamped my mouth shut. He walked over and pressed te socks against my nose. The smell and pressure shocked me and I gasped as he shoved one of the frayed socks in my mouth and tied the other around it.

He held me bound and gagged like that for like 45 minuets. I admitted defeat and decided not to tell on him, but did get him to agree on paying for half a new mailbox. Right as he was untieing my wrists, he said "That was fun, I might have to tie you up more often."

"Yeah, right. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that trick again. I guess I'll see ya later."
"Bye." he replied as I walked out the door and down the long driveway.

Secretly, I really enjoyed being tied up.

The bottom line is that it was close to an hour of me getting dragged in and out of the closet several more times before I was finally able to escape. I have to admit that I really was trying to get free but the ties were really tight, the closet was small and cramped, I was blindfolded and couldn't see and when I was able to actually move a little bit there were pants or something hanging in the closet that kept hitting me in the head!! LOL!!

What helped me the most is that the last time they dragged me out of the closet one of them started to re-tie the necktie that was used to connect my ankles to my chest but whether the tie was frayed or broken, they took it off and probably figured since I hadn't gotten loose by now, they didn't bother to replace it with another tie. Anyway they snapped a couple more pics of me and slid me back into the closet. Even though it is embarassing to me, I will be honest and admit that the fact that they didn't replace the tie between my ankle's and my chest was the break that I needed because I was finally able to straighten out my legs and get some leverage. After struggling for a couple of minutes, I was finally able to get my hands free and I slipped down the tie that was wrapped around my chest. I reached up and yanked off my blindfold which really didn't do me any good because it was still pretty dark inside the closet except for a small amount of light that came in from under the door. I reached up, felt the doorknob and opened the closet door. As my eyes were getting adjusted to the light I peeled the tape off of my mouth and as I threw it down on the floor, I could see where they had thrown down the previous pieces of tape that they used to tape my mouth shut. They must have raided a Home Depot or something because there was white tape, tan colored tape, blue tape, silver duct tape and the tape I just peeled of was YELLOW? Also lying there was the piece of cloth that they stuffed in my mouth at the beginning of this fiasco.

QUESTION: Does anyone know where they sell yellow tape or what it's used for ???? It was a thin tape but VERY sticky!!!

Anyway, after seeing all the different kinds of tape I felt like a tape test guinea pig !! LOL!! Anyway I untied my ankles, stood up, put my tail between my legs and went looking for Nick and John so that I could act cocky in the fact that I was able to escape.(Even if it took 5 chances and over a hour!! LOL!! )
The stereo was still on but besides that, the house was kind of quiet. I walked into the kitchen and when I looked out the window I could see Nick and John screwing around in the backyard. My old digital camera was lying on the counter and I saw my old camera case sitting next to it. I turned the camera on and when I hit the view button I saw the pics that they took of me while I was tied up. At that point I was thinking, "No way" so I popped out the memory card, stuck it in my pocket and replaced it with a spare card that I had stored in a pocket of my old camera case.

I strolled outside and I could tell by the looks on their face that Nick and John were a little suprised to see me. I made some lame excuse about how I could have gotten loose earlier but I didn't want to make them feel bad. I went back inside and sat down to watch TV when Nick and John came inside and told me that they had to go home. After they left I walked back into the kitchen and noticed that the camera and case were gone. I chuckled to myself because I could picture their faces as they sat down to look at the pics they took of me and it was just a blank screen!! LOL!!

Well, that's the end of my 1st post which I assure you is a true story. (Unfortunately for me!!) I know it was kind of long but I didn't want to leave anything out and I hope you enjoyed it but before I sign off I have a couple of questions that I am hoping someone on this forum can answer.

#1) I don't know if it's just me but has anyone ever noticed that the hotter your face gets the stickier tape seems to get??

#2) Just out of curiosity, does anyone have any opinions on what types of tape are stickier than others?? I was able to get my mouth free from one type of tape but the other times I couldn't get the tape to budge!! I was blindfolded so I can't be sure of what color tape I got loose but I know it wasn't the yellow tape because I peeled that off last and I don't think I could have gotten it off without my hands. I know the other times they used white tape, tan tape, blue tape, and silver tape, I was just wondering if anyone has used different types of tape?? Most of the posts that I have read on this forum refer to all tape as "Duct tape." Any input would be appreciated, Thanks!!

Although it was quite embarassing, I decided to post a couple of pics pertaining to my latest predicament after I saw a previous post about the yahoo group TUGS. I posted the pics the other day in the jan06 album and they shuld be the last 3 pics in the this album labeled 03, 05, and 08.

Here is the link:
Yahoo Group Pictures

I know everyone these days has a digial camera or a camera phone and I am curious to see other people in similar situations so if anyone has pics to share or swap, drop me an e-mail...............Tricked Rick 2006

I noticed you guys want phrases, or codes, but no one seems to be saying anything about hooking up with other guys online that you found in Canuck.

Well an online friend (who found me via Canuck) and I decided to play around with it and now we often use it. Inspiration from MC and Starcraft.

Literally, this is what we use to check up on each other to see if we're being monitored, with company, or doing something privately.

If ever you guys would like to contact another person online esp with Yahoo IM or other Messengers, and you would like to keep it under wraps just in case that other person you're trying to contact is with a family, or with another person that they dont want to know, then i suggest following the codes below. It makes up some pretty interesting dialogue.

Also remember this is via YM or other messengers (not through email, its a given). This is just in case you see them online and you dont know if its that person whom you really want to talk to about TUG (tie up games) is actually on that computer itself. Its happened to me a lot, sometimes asking "hey there's this guy who said 'I saw you in Canuck and he wants to know if you like getting tied up". Frankly its quite hard to reply to such things.

----------TUG LANGUAGE A LA CANUCK----------

These phrases are only meant for guys who found others via Canuck's website only.

1) Ask: En Taro Adun = GREETINGS, I FOUND U THRU CANUCK'S WEBSITE

Reply: En Taro Adun = GREETINGS FELLOW CANUCK TUG SPEAKER

2) Ask: The stars are bright out tonight = WANT TO TALK TUG?

Reply: I can see (your zodiac sign) clearly = ALL CLEAR, ITS SAFE TO TALK ABOUT IT, YES, etc.

or

Reply: (Zodiac sign) looks dull = CAN'T, I GOT COMPANY or anything really

3) (zodiac sign) is out = Conversation out, i got to close, stop talking, end conversation etc.

4) Be creative with your replies ie. if you're being watched

hehe try me, i'll reply like that. have fun and play safe online esp trying to find others to talk to via Canuck.

Remember, dont embarrass others just because you want to add them to your contact list as tie up buddies - you dont know who may be accidentally logging on esp. YM or MSN messenger :)

By this time, Parker and James were wondering where I was. Olivia heard them calling my name so she decided to hide me. I was put under the bed and attached to a bar under it. When Parker and James asked them where I was, they didn't see me.

After they left, I was untied from the bar and tickled. They decided that it was time to end the fun and left me as I was on top of Parker's bed. They found me after 5 more minutes and we plotted our revenge. But that's a story for another time

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First of all, great stories! Secondly, the best kind of tape for gags is really the kind used for medical purposes that's meant to stretch and contour to the body, like this kind. It stretches with the mouth, and is resistant to moisture.

As a stuff, and you're pretty well set.

Please anserw this, im sure im not the only one thinkin this.

Keep up the good stories!

Amy I like yours!

Everyone else, keep posting!

hope to here from you soon.

Would anyone like to here one of my storeys!

In the beginning, we both expected to get out of most ties. But as time went on, my girl friend seemed to take up the challenge and started taking great pride in her knotsmanship. One Friday night, she had me strip down to my underwear...she tied my hands behind my back -- duct taping my fists into a ball -- then proceeded to tie my ankles together and then lashed them to my upper thighs. She then tied ropes behind my knees and pulled my knees up close to my shoulders where she tied off her ropes. I remember thinking that this was the most extreme bondage I had ever felt. I struggled for a little while, but decided that escape was not in the cards. Meanwhile, my girl friend set a kitchen timer for an hour and told me to keep trying to escape. I flopped around a little on the floor, but got nowhere. As I didn't get out, later that week I had to attend a class with my hands handcuffed in front of me (though no one saw as I used my coat to cover things up). Needless to say, there weren't a lot of notes taken in that class.

Another time, she came up with an equally inescapable tie...she had me cross my arms in front of me and tied ropes to both of my wrists -- again duct taping my busy little fingers into a ball -- she then tied the ropes together behind me and brought my legs up into a hogtie. She called it her "insane asylum straight jacket hog tie." Once again the kitchen timer got set for one hour and once again it went "ding" before I had managed to loosen even one knot. My assignment that week involved my girl friend taking me over to one of her friend's house where I was chained to a pole in the basement for the afternoon while the two girls stood around and made fun of my predicament.

One weekend, we decided it would be fun to "stay in." We chained ourselves together using a length of chain and two padlocks. Overall, we found the weekend very interesting and found the "forced cooperation" kind of fun.

For us tie up games were a lot of fun and a few years later we were married and are still living happily ever after....with hardly a weekend going by without someone getting tied up.

It was summer time and I was at home bored. I had nothing to do at all, so I decided to call up my neighboor, Justin and ask him if he wanted to hang out. Justin was about 14 too, skinny, shorter than myself, very gentle face. Justin had nothing to do as well so he just came on over. My parents were out with some friends so I had the house to myself when Justin came over.
Justin finally arrived and we went up to my room and hung around. I'd never tied Justin up before but I'd always wanted to, so I figured today was my perfect chance. I asked Justin "Hey, wanna play hide and seek?" He looked at me funny, we were 14 so it sounded silly, so I corrected myself, "Not like that. I mean like you hide and if I find you I capture you and you have to escape and hide again." This still sounded just like hide and seek but whatever, Justin was convinced.
"Okay, as long as I hide first," proclaimed Justin.
"I was about to suggest that too" I agreed.

So Justin told me to wait in my room and count to 200 and then come looking for him. I did so and after a long 200 seconds I went downstairs to look for him. I quietly made my way down the stairs and looked around my hallway. I could barely make out the sounds of heavy breathing; Justin was doing a pretty lousy job already. I turned around to face where the sound was coming from; the coat closet. I'd never seen anyone hide this poorly before in my life, he deserved what he had coming to him. I slowly approached the door and flung it open and, not surprisingly, there was Justin crouched down in the back of the closet.

"Get out of there! That's the worst hiding spot I've ever seen! C'mon, you're my prisoner now," I told him honestly. Justin obeyed and went in front of me as I marched him up the stairs to my room.

We got into my room and I told him to wait as I got my armless wooden chair. I came back and Justin was waiting for me. I put the chair in the middle of the room and left the room again to get the rope. I took pretty average white-ish rope from the basement for the job. I came back and Justin was already seated in the chair waiting for me.

"Whoa, a little anxious are we?" I joked.

Justin laughed and said "I just wanna get this over with." I laughed back at him, knowing it wasn't going to be a quick process.
"First thing's first; get up from the chair and take your shirt off." I commanded.

Justin didn't look too happy about my request but tough shit, he'd have to deal with it and he knew it. Justin took off his shirt, he was in pretty good shape, very thin and lean. I told him to sit in the chair now. He did so and He instinctually put his arms behind his back for me. I thanked him and began to wrap the rope around his wrists behind the chair. Justin let out a little moan as I tightened the rope. I ignored him, he deserved it and he didn't tell me to loosen up, so I didn't let up. After I tied his wrists behind the chair I cut off another strand for his arms.
I wrapped the rope individually around each bicep, restraining it to the chair, holding him in place. The rope was tight and did the job. I took another piece of rope and began to tie his ankles to the legs of the chair. I took another piece and wrapped it around his rips, restraining him more to the chair. I took a step back to admire my handiwork.

"Okay, now try to get out."

Justin squirmed with no success at all. His biceps squirmed around a bit but he couldn't free himself. I smiled at him and he looked back at me and asked
"What now?"

I laughed pretty hard and shook my head; it was a surprise. I walked up to Justin and pinched his nipple tightly between my fingers and began to playfully twist it around a bit. Justin laughed and squirmed as I did it.

"Hey man, ouch, that hurts!"

Whatever, I kept going. After twisting it a bit I let off and smiled at him. He laughed back at me. I reached over to my cabinet and took out 2 bandanas. I told Justin to open up. He refused a bit at first, but then I began to twist the other nipple and he gave in. I stuffed the bandana into his mouth and with the other one I tied it shut. Justin's cries would never be heard now. I moved back over to him and asked,

"Are you ticklish Justin?"

He didn't really respond officially, but I got the idea by his eyes, wide with terror. I began to tickle his stomach and chest and he was bawling with laughter, however not much laughter came out due to the gag. Justin began to drool a bit at the mouth, which ran down his chin and neck and chest. I stopped tickling him and thought I better call it a day, but not before my final touch.

I reached into my desk droor and took out the infamous clothespins and tauntingly approached Justin. he knew where they were headed and, in both fear and excitement, began to shake his head. I quickly attached each clothespin to his nipples and let them dangle there; occasionally tapping each clothespin to watch it bobble off his nipple. Justin giggled with embarassment and I laughed with him. I left him there for a while as I played video games and eventually entied him and we said our goodbyes. Justin clearly had a good time that day.

How'd you like it? My SN is billy6767

This is in the March 2002 archives btw:
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I'd like to begin by saying that I really enjoy this site (thanks Canuck). It was one of the very first sites of this nature that I discovered when I first got online back in 98, and I've been a regular visitor ever since.
I don't have many stories, but I'd like to share at least one of the experiences that I did had back when I was a kid (some but not all of the names have been changed).

To set the scene a little bit, in the late 70's I lived in a house in a suburban subdivision in the Midwest on a cul-de-sac. My house was built into a hillside overlooking a field on one side, and behind our house was a patch of woods with a shallow creek running through it. My house had a finished basement with bedroom and a separate bathroom that my older sister had commandeered when my family first moved to the neighborhood. You could enter the basement in the back through a sliding glass door. When my sister moved out, I was allowed to take it over.

Across the street from my home, lived a family with 6 kids. Their father was a police officer, and their mom cleaned houses in the neighborhood to help make ends meet. Two of them were considerably older than I was, so we didn't hang out much. The others were approximately my age (one older/the others younger). Linda was 10 years old, and Suzy was 8. They had two older brothers that were 11 (Bobby) and 12 (Paul) at the time (I was 11 then).

I used to go over to their house frequently to watch TV (usually the Dukes of Hazzard). If we got bored, we'd all go up to one of the bedrooms or down to their basement and eventually one of us would end up getting tied. It originally started with Bobby and Paul, but eventually the two girls would join the fun. I was the best tier of our little group at the time, and the girls weren't very good at it (yet). The problem with playing at their house was that their dad didn't really approve of our games, and we'd always have to stop before we wanted to when he was home (he worked irregular hours, and he was kind of cranky when he was off duty). The following story is one of the times we were able to play at my place.

It was a unseasonably warm, sunny Indian summer day. I was a latchkey kid, and had just gotten home from school. I was alone and bored (my Mom was divorced and often worked until the early evening). I didn't have any homework, and there wasn't anything good on TV. I went across the street to see if anyone wanted to throw a baseball or football around. When I got there, I found out that their mom had already taken Paul and Bobby clothes shopping, and Suzy was off at somebody else's house. Her Mom had left Linda under the not too watchful eyes of her much older brother and sister.

The last time we had played a TUG, I had gotten Linda (she was a bit of a tomboy) pretty good (her older brothers had apparently sat on her legs and took turns savagely tickling her tied feet while I was downstairs getting something to drink). We also had left her alone for a short time, and made her beg to be untied before we finally let her go. She was anxious for some revenge (since I was the one who had tied her), and I remember it was she who decided she wanted to play a game. I agreed to play, and I suggested we go over to my place where we wouldn't be disturbed (and also where I kept my supplies). Since she wasn't very good at it, I figured even if she tied me first I'd get loose pretty quick, and return the favor. I had missed out on the tickling, and I wanted a chance to work over her bare feet without any interruptions. She told me she'd be over in ten minutes or so, and I went home to get ready.

I was already downstairs in the basement when I heard the knock at the sliding door, and I walked down the hall and through the den to let her in. She was of average height for her age with a short mop of dark red hair and tanned skin from being outdoors all the time.
That day, she was wearing a dark blue T-shirt, bright blue pants, thin violet socks, and well-worn blue tennis shoes. When we got to the door of the bedroom that we'd be playing in, I extended my arm and blocked her path into the room.

"House rule, nobody goes in there with shoes on" (I lied). "Uh-huh…whatever" she said as she flashed a knowing half smile (I always made sure my captives were barefoot when I tied them up).
She shed her shoes with her feet, and then stooped to pick them up and ducked under my arm to enter the room. The materials were already laid out (two very long pieces of thickish soft cotton clothesline, two shorter lengths of thinner white braided rope, and two small lengths of thin tan cord. She let her shoes drop to the floor in the corner, as she entered the small room.

She sat down Indian style on the single bed that was in the corner across from the TV set, and picked up one of the long pieces of clothesline.

"Wait a minute. I never said that you got to tie me up first" I said. We argued for while, then we finally agreed to a coin flip. I won the toss, and elected that she receive the first tie. She agreed, but she also told me that she only wanted me to use the shorter pieces of white rope, and that I wasn't allowed to hogtie her (she'd learned her lesson from a previous episode with one of her older brothers).

"Socks", I said. "Why do I always have to be barefoot when you tie me up?" she asked.

I could feel a blush warm my face as I said "Because, it makes it harder to get your ankles untied, and because I said so".

"Well I think it's because you like to look at girls' feet". She shot back as she shed the offending foot coverings. "It is not", (what a wordsmith), "it's my house".

I had her cross her hands behind her back, and I had them tied as tightly as I could without hurting her in short order. I had her cross her ankles, and soon they were just as secure. I had originally planned to hogtie her, but I reluctantly agreed to her conditions, and I decided not to push it. I hadn't said anything about not tickling her, though.

I gave her 10 minutes to try to get loose…she rolled around on the bed her fingers wildly searching for the wrist knot. After she figured out she wasn't going to be able to get her hands loose in time, she turned her attentions to her tightly bound feet. I had placed the knot on her ankle tie on the front of her ankles, and she could just barely touch it, but she wasn't making much progress in getting it undone.

When the time was expired, she was laying face down on my bed with her feet up in the air behind her (just picture a hogtie w/o the connecting cord). I saw my opportunity, and pounced. Using my body weight on the back of her legs, I gave her feet a thorough tickling while she bucked, twisted, and laughed while telling me how mean I was, that God was going to get me for doing this, and begging me to stop. When it seemed like she was getting mad for real, I relented and immediately untied her.

"My turn, put your hands behind your back", she said. She had me lay down on the carpeted floor in front of the TV set.

I started to sense that something was different, because she was using a technique she had never used before (it was her brother Paul's). Oops I thought to myself, she's been practicing.

She had placed the midpoint of the rope behind my crossed wrists and was now wrapping it around, and pulling it tight and making half of a square knot, then wrapping it around again and doing the same thing. After 5 or six passes, she pulled it as tight as she could and made a tight square knot just above my right wrist. There was still approximately two feet of rope left on both ends extending from the knot. I already knew I was in trouble, and I knew what was coming next (it's a technique that's similar to one that was posted on this board not long ago). She helped me to my feet, and took the two ends and threaded them through the loops on my blue jeans in opposite directions, and pulled them as tight as she could before tying them off in front with a double square knot. Not only were my wrists securely tied, but they also were tightly connected to my waist, and there was no way I could reach the knot in front or anything else for that matter. I was pretty much dead in the water already. And she knew it, too.

Linda had me sit down on the bed, and she then knelt in front of me and removed my socks while thanking me for the tying tip regarding ropes being more secure against bare skin. She crossed my ankles, and tied them just as tightly using the other long piece of clothesline. She then wondered aloud if she should hogtie me, but in her first merciful act she decided against it. There was a price to be paid, of course.

She then helped me off the bed onto the floor. I lay on my side because I didn't want to lie on my stomach in case she changed her mind and decided to hogtie me (not that I could have done much to stop her by then, but it seemed like the thing to do at the time).

"Do you like my feet"? She asked.

"No I don't" I barked as my face warmed again. "Well I think you like them" came her reply.

"If you don't like my feet, then why is your face turning red when I talk about them", she laughed.

"Because I'm tied up!", (great comeback I know, what else was I going to say?).

"Roll on your stomach", she said. "No, you'll hogtie me." I replied.

"No, I won't but I'm not letting you go until you do what I say", she said.

After I did as I was told, she went over and picked up her socks dropping them to the floor in front of/under my face. "Do my socks smell good?" she asked as she sat on the back of my legs to begin her own tickle assault on my tied feet. Luckily for me, I'm not very ticklish and she soon lost interest.

She went back around to my face, and wiped one of her socks across both of my cheeks, then pressed the bottom part over my nose and laughed. "Do what I say, or I'll put these in your mouth".

"Ewww… anything but that" (as much as I like feet, it was not a very appealing thought), I said.

"Okay, since you've decided that you hate my feet so much I'm going to sit here while you smell them for 5 minutes, and that'll be your punishment for always tying me up and tickling me".

The next five minutes of my life saw me helplessly tied up on the floor of my own room with a bratty, vengeful ten-year-old girl rubbing her bare feet in my face. She sarcastically taunted me the whole time, too. "Do my feet smell good?" "Want me to stop? Then make me". You get the idea.

When the time was (finally) up, she told me she'd be right back and she then left the room (to go upstairs to my kitchen I was soon to find out). Finally alone and unguarded, I began to frantically struggle again, but it was no use at all. I was stuck. I had never been so totally and completely helpless in my life, and my head was swimming.

When Linda finally got back, I saw that she had a pair of scissors and a small sharp knife with her. She picked up her shoes, and sat back down on the bed.

"Wait a minute, where do you think your going? What are those for? You're not going to leave me here like this are you"? "Lemme GO!!" I yelled as I fitfully writhed in my ropes.

"Don't you yell at me, I'm not the one who's tied up", she said. If you don't shut up, I'll hogtie you and leave you for your Mom to find".

After I had calmed down some, she said "Don't worry, I'll call to check on you later before your Mom gets home". "I'm going to put these (as she held up the knife and scissors) out in the den so that you'll be able to cut yourself loose when I'm gone". It won't be that hard (easy for her to say) to get loose with these. The hard part for you is that I'm going to hide them in the den, and you'll have to find them yourself. I'll even be nice and put them somewhere where you can get to them from the floor."

I then had to give each of that little tomboy brat's bare feet a kiss to thank her for so thoughtfully providing me with a way to get loose before she put her sneakers back on. Her socks, however, were still lying near me on the floor.

As she got up to leave, "Wait, what about your socks" (I was still trying to stop her from leaving to the bitter end)?

"You can keep 'em, don't say I never gave you anything" she laughed.

And with that she waved goodbye, turned out the overhead light, and closed the door behind her.

It was then that I began the slow journey towards the den and eventual freedom.

- Kurt H
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There you go. If only there were more cute and fun stories like this one being posted here.

It was an amazing story. It involved, as I recall:

- She forcibly captured him and tied him up
- She interrogated him for information
- When he refused she resorted to torture for the information
- She used the “foot over the mouth” torture with him tied up at her feet
- She tickled him until he cried (ribs, feet, stomach, neck etc) while demanding answers
- She held him hostage and threatened him with more tickle torture. She made him beg for mercy
- She stuffed socks in his mouth while she tortured him
- She ultimately broke him by tickling him almost to death

In the world of “girls tie up guys” stories, it was without question one of the best I ever read. Maybe the best, period.

I’m sure some or many remember this story. My computer is very slow and crashes frequently, so when I try to find it I’m almost always unsuccessful.

How about someone finds this story and reposts it? I would greatly appreciate it.

Friday night at around 9, when everyone would be there, my friend and I set out with loads of duct tape, rope, cloth, everything you could imagine. We each had a backpack completely full, and our pockets too. Yes, we went to the store early Friday. I had tried things like this before, and I had failed, so I had some idea of the dos and donts.

We set out for her house. It was locked all over, but I knew where she kept a key, so I grabbed it, checked to see if anyone was around, and we very quietly let ourselves in. My girlfriend and I always give each other unexpected visits by letting ourselves in, but I think this would be the most suprising of them all.

I knew the layout of her house pretty well, and from the sounds of it her friends were in the basement, so we took our supplies up to the top floor of the house, and set up camp in their quite expansive guest room. Now our goal was simply getting them in reach one by one, silently. The problem was, they were two floors down. We debated some strategies, and eventually decided. Part of the difficulty of this was that we did not know how many people were over.

We went downstairs and hid around the bathroom door on the first floor, as there was none in the basement. It sounded like they were watching a movie, loudly. Good. We waited for so long it was painful, but finally we heard someone coming up the stairs. We got behind cover and waited for her to finish using the bathroom. When she was done and walking back towards the stairs, we lunged out. I wrapped my arm around her arms and covered her mouth with my other hand, while my friend grabbed the feet, and we carried her upstairs. Both of us are fairly strong, so it wasn't TOO difficult.

We set her down, but I went down with her, never releasing her hands or mouth. My friend, who I guess I'll call John for now, let go of her feet, but before she could kick, I wrapped my legs around hers to keep them still. John got her ankles tied with duct tape, then her upper legs. We put a pillow under her feet so if she kicked the ground the sound would be muffled. John tied her wrists behind her back, then her upper arms around her chest. Finally, I released my hand from her mouth and John immediatly replaced it with a cloth, which he secured in with several pieces of tape. It was a success.

Now I guess I'll describe what our first victim looked like. She was on the short side, skinny, with short, brown hair, and fairly flat all over. She was wearing matching blue pajama top and bottoms. We sat her in a wooden chair, put the chair in the closet, and secured her to it with rope. By now, enough time had passed that it seemed people were wondering where she was. They sent up someone to find her, and like a good host, it was my girlfriend. We'll call her G. We waited at the stairs, out of sight, and I identified her by her voice.

We snuck down and quickly but quietly made our way into the dark living room which they don't really use much except for fancy dinners or other special occasions. As G kept searching, she got close enough to the living room. I nodded to my friend, and we rushed her as we did the first girl. We got her upstairs, and bound her exactly the same way. And now I'll describe her. Normal height, maybe 5'5ish, skinny, long black hair, "well endowed" all over, very cute face, and wearing a white tank top and blue/purple striped pajama bottoms. we layed her on the bed. I asked her to nod once for every person she had invited over, and she refused. John came and held her down, and I began tickling her mercilessly. After about two minutes, I asked again. She nodded six times. I asked if that included her and the first friend, and she nodded. So four left. I kissed her on the gag, and secured her to the bed by looping rope around her and the bottom of the bed.

By now they were all curious, so all four of them were up and looking around. Now we had some problems. We quickly moved back into the living room, safe in the dark. Unfortunatly, whenever someone got within reaching distance, someone else was looking at them or something like that. Out of nowhere, the lights in the living room turned on. We turned around to see one of the friends standing there, staring at us. Without even looking at each other, we both rushed her, grabbed her, and dragged her upstairs. From the looks of it, we managed to do it without anyone else noticing, which I found hard to believe.

We got this third girl tied and gagged, and pulled in another wood chair from another room and secured her to that. Now we were going to be in trouble, it was only a matter of time before the other girls started coming up the stairs. Sure enough, as soon as we turn the corner to go back downstairs, another girl is staring us right in the face. We quickly grabbed her, got her tied, and secured to yet another chair we pulled in from another room. Two girls left.

We decided to each take one girl. We could handle them, and we didn't have to worry about them alerting anyone else. So we split up, and each found our girl. I turned to see John pulling the first girl up the stairs, and I mouth the words "good job" accompanied with a thumbs up as he carried her out of view. Then my pulse jumped when I felt a tennis ball shoved in my mouth, and hands wrap around me. I was being pulled into the basement. I knew better then to struggled down the stairs backwards, so I waited, but when we got downstairs, I began to put up a fight. I tried to spit out the ball, but it was suprisingly effective.

Whoever this was knew some good disabling positions. They put me in a sleeperhold of sorts as I felt some bizarre kind of medical tape or something binding my wrists. Whoever this was knew what was happening, and managed to get prepared quickly. They did my legs and chest, then secured the tennis ball in my mouth, which was causing me plenty of hurting. They whirled me around and I came face to face with...someone I've never met. But safe to say it was the sixth girl. And she was big, in a muscular way. She also looked about 2 years older than me.

She tied me to a pole, then left for a while. I was praying to god John could find a way to take her down. About what must have been a half hour later I hear feet running down the stairs. It was John. He untied me, and we went upstairs. The rest of the girls were as they always had been, and the sixth was practically mummified several times over. She was not getting out.

Now that we had suceeded, we didn't really know what to do with them. We pulled the first girl out of the closet, and went around tickling each of them. After a good while of that, I undid the ropes that kept my girlfriend on the bed, carried her still taped up into her room, and layed her down on the bed. I pulled off her gag and helped her get out the cloth. She wasn't happy, but she wasn't angry. She loves being tie up games just as much as me, and the spontanuety of this one seemed to make it even more enjoyable. We kissed for a while, then John helped me retie her hands in front of her. Much to her either delight or dismay, I regagged her, just because her 'mmph'ing was so cute. I kissed her again on the gag, and stood her up. We left her to untie her friends herself so we could safely leave without them attacking us. But for safety's sake, we did call them an hour later to check up on them.

It's been re-posted at least once since then, and "Claudia" posted her own version of the incident not very long thereafter.

Welcome back. Please feel free to post anything new you've got to share with us.

and ill think of a name and also post my kidnaping storys later on.

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I only walked about a quarter of a mile when a green truck pulled up next to me. I looked over and saw it to be Heath, an 18 year old a couple of inches taller than me. He, too, was at the spa that night.

"Hey, Berkin right?" he asked over the wind.
"Uhhh, yeah." I replied, butter-flies swirling around my stomach.
"The stretch is closed, the water is over-washing on the road." he yelled back. There was a 10 mile stretch between the town where I lived and the town where I worked and went to the spa.
"Ohh..." I said very disappointed. Shit, I thought to myself, what am I going to do now?
"You can come stay at my place tonight if ya want. I just have an apartment a mile away." he replied.
My stomach churned, there was no way out of this one.
"Thats ok, my aunt and uncle have a house not far, I can stay there."
"Nonsense, man. You shouldn't stay alone on a night like this."
The stranger's hospitality would have been warming for most people, but a chill ran down my spine... what were his motives?

After continually insisting, being the coward I am, I caved in and called my folks making a lie that I was, indeed, staying at my aunt and uncle's house before I enetered the car. I looked over and noticed Heath was wearing a brown muscle shirt and white shorts with brown name-brand tennis shoes and crew socks flipped down to his ankle. I had to move some junk before I could sit comfortably. The truck smelled like a mixture of the spa's body-wash and musk.

The ride to the small one-bedroom apartment was a silent one between the two of us as hard rock cackled through the speakers. The clock claimed that the ride was only 5 minuets long, though it felt, at least triple that.

"Here we are." Heath said as he took the keys out of the admission, grabbed a duffel bag out of the back seat and opened the door. I followed him up the three flights of stairs. He opened the unlocked front-door, threw the duffel bag on the couch and turned on the dim over-head light. He threw me what must have once been a white towel and said, "You better shower up, it helps relax the muscles."

I did as I was told, wordlessly. The bathroom could have been cleaner and the fan was the loudest I'd ever heard, which only added to my nervousness. I dressed in my spare clothes which were a wite and blue polo shirt and jeans with black and blue name-brand tennis shoes and white ankle socks.

When I got out of the bathroom, Heath looked up and said, "Have a seat."

I again, did as I was told and sat in a musty brown chair across from the television which was playing an old action movie. Heath came over to join me, he had changed into red silk boxers and a white, cotton t-shirt. On his feet, he wore black crew socks pulled up rather slopily with many creases and folds. He brought with him two Budwisers, which was my first alcholic drink, and two bowls of easy-mac.

We ate our meal in silence, and he finished before me. He threw his trash away and moved wordlessly back down the short hallway into, what I presumed to be the bedroom. I didn't finish much later and quickly went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face.

But when I left the room, the lights were all out, not knowing where the light-switches were, I caustiously shuffled in the dark when all of a sudden I was pushed down to the ground, and a foul smelling cloth was shoved in my mouth and another cloth tied around my head. Taken by shock, I struggled but my attacked made sure that his victim wasn't goin anywhere. my wrists were bound by cord behind my back and then by feet were tied in the same fashion before I was put in a hog-tie.

The lights cut on and Heath was standing over me, his foot on my chest. "Sorry bud." he said with a smile as I was dragged back to the bedroom. "I have this thing where I like to tie other guys up, you were too easy a target to pass up."

I was terrified, what was he going to do now?

In reality, Heath didn't do much, he storked his fingers against the soul of my feet for a bit, asking if I was ticklish before he turned off the light.

"I hope you don't mind spending the night like that, I'll let ya go in the morning."

It took a while for me to fall asleep, but I slept semi-peacefully. The next morning he cut me loose.

"Did you like it?" he asked.
"To be honest, I did rather enjoy it. Maybe we can hang out some more."
"Sure." he replied.

With that, I was off to my aunt and uncle's house, to stay straight with my story.

I was terrified, what was he going to do with me now.

Tie-up: Sandy and Me
Sandy and Susan Again

The quickie version: I discovered my lifelong love of tickling very young, beginning with watching raptly as heroines were bound and gagged on TV and in movies. When I was 7 years old I stepped into the real-life tickling world thanks to two college coeds who were renting rooms from my family at the time. Barbara, Sandy, and Susan were our boarders, and it was Sandy and Susan who uncovered, somewhat to their surprise, my love of bondage and tickle-play.

My responses to tickling and to being tickled were formed very early on. As a result, my stories from that time may have a sexual edge to them that will make some readers uncomfortable. I'm going to try to stay within the rules of Canuck's site while still remaining true to the events as they happened, but be warned as you read ahead in this story and others.

This story took place several days after the last one in this series - a week, perhaps two (details of timing are fuzzy after nearly 40 years). I know that it was early in 1968, because I didn't begin my explorations with Sandy and Susan until they had returned to class after Christmas break, and it was before Spring break. There was still snow outside, though it had begun its Spring retreat, so call it mid to late February, 1968. Things had pretty much gone back to their normal routine after the events of my last story. I certainly hadn't forgotten though.

I've always been a night-owl, even then. I was the exasperation of my parents with my nocturnal ways, because even on school nights I'd often wake after everyone else was asleep and look for something to occupy my busy mind. I shared a room with my younger brother, so while I could listen to my radio with the sound turned way down, I couldn't turn on a light to read or play with my toys. Robert was a sound sleeper, but that would often wake him. I liked watching late-show monster movies on TV, but that frequently woke my parents, which was no fun for anyone. So after Sandy started rooming with us my favorite late-night pastime was padding quietly out of my room and into hers, which was right next door. If I wasn't up just ridiculously late Sandy would often be awake studying, and she never seemed to mind me asking questions about her classes or just chatting a bit. Inevitably I would nod off again before too long, and Sandy would carry me back to my own bed when she was ready to sleep.

Tonight was one of those nights. My eyes popped open at some indecent post-midnight hour, and I knew right away that I wouldn't be getting back to sleep soon. Carefully I climbed down from the top bunk of the beds I shared with my brother, and tucked my feet into slippers against the cold of the hardwood floors. I had learned to use buttons just a year or so earlier and I wore two-piece button-top pajamas as a point of pride, disdaining the one-piece style that my little brother still wore. So, stealthed in Winnie-the-Pooh flannel, I crept out of my room.

I was happy to see the glow of lamplight through Sandy's partly open door. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed wearing a souvenier Denver Broncos jersey at least two sizes too large for her. Her blanket was tucked up over her bare legs and her straight brown hair hung in a pony-tail in back. As I pushed her door open she looked up from the book in her lap and gave me a lop-sided, tolerant grin.

She shook her head knowingly and patted the bed next to her, inviting me to climb up. As I joined her on the bed she said, "You're gonna do great in college, squirt. You've got the schedule down already."

"What are you reading?" I asked. I was always curious about that.

She looked wryly at her textbook. "The history of the Roman Empire," she said. "Dull, dull, dull."

"Tell me about it?"

So Sandy began telling me about Romulus and Remus and the founding of the City of the Seven Hills. I listened intently, chirping a question now and then, until ancient Roman history became a bedtime story. I curled up on the bed next to Sandy, and somewhere between Hannibal and Julius Caesar, I fell asleep.

The next thing I heard was a whispered conversation. "Sandy, I can not believe you did that!" It sounded like Susan's voice, somewhere between awe and worry.

"I know," Sandy whispered back. "But you should've seen him sleeping there. And you KNOW he likes it! You would have done the same thing."

As I came back to the waking world I realized that I couldn't move. My arms were stretched together over my head, reaching for one corner of Sandy's double bed, and my ankles were tied apart to the top side of what looked like a piece of wood cut from a broom handle. My body lay diagonally across the bed, with my wrists tied to the wooden headboard next to the wall and my left foot near the outer edge. I couldn't see what my wrists were bound with, but my ankles were lashed to the broom handle with strips cut from an old bedsheet, and my wrist bonds felt like the same thing. Sandy and Susan were standing next to the bed, Sandy still in her Broncos jersey while Susan wore a soft cotton houserobe belted at the waist.

Even as I was taking all this in, the whispering stopped, and Sandy sat next to me on the bed. "Are you OK?" she asked? She looked flushed, a little nervous.

"I'm OK," I replied. "But I'm tied up," I added, completely unnecessarily.

"Yeah, I tied you up after you fell asleep." We were masters of the obvious tonight. "Do you want me to let you go?"

"No," I said firmly. I was pulling experimentally at my bonds. My wrists were going nowhere. I could move my legs a little, one at a time, but they were tied about as far apart as I could comfortably get them, and the broomstick didn't allow much play. I found I liked the feeling. "Are you going to tickle me like you do Susan?"

I heard Susan take a deep breath. Sandy spoke carefully. "I was thinking about it. Both of us were." She sent Susan a look. "Would you like that?"

"Yes," I said, in my most solemn 7-year-old-voice. "I'll try to be quiet."

Susan hid a smile behind her hand. The look Sandy gave me reminded me of my mother when I brought her a dandelion bouquet. She ruffled my hair fondly.

"I know you would, squirt. But what fun would that be?" She knelt beside her bed, rummaged beneath it a little, and brought out a white "flour sack" towel like we used to dry dishes in the kitchen. Holding it by diagonal corners she twirled it quickly into a tight roll, then said, "Open wide." I opened my mouth obediently and Sandy seated the middle of the towel between my teeth. Even rolled tight the towel was thick and soft, and barely fit my small mouth. Sandy beckoned Susan over and with a look almost like wonder, Susan lifted my head while Sandy tied the towel snugly at the back of my neck.

"There," she said. "Now you can make as much noise as you want." She grinned down at me. "Or at least, as much as you can."

"Do you still want to do this?" Susan asked. Her voice had a quiver.

I was getting nervous, but excited. I nodded.

Susan and Sandy settled on opposite sides of me. "First things first, then," Sandy said. She unbuttoned my pajama top. I think her hands were shaking just a little. When my top was open and I was essentially bare to the waist, Sandy started tickling lightly with one hand all over my upper body. Muffled giggles and wiggles were her reward. She grinned and her hand started moving faster, making me twist and laugh, but the roll of cotton in my mouth turned my laughter into soft squeaks.

Even with the broomstick on my ankles, Sandy was inspiring me to twist almost onto my side. Susan had been watching us, almost entranced, but now Sandy gestured toward my feet with her head and a smile. Susan's eyes widened a bit, but she moved to kneel on the floor next to the bed and gripped the broomstick to keep it from moving. Sandy said "Now you're in trouble," and began wiggling her fingernails in my underarms as Susan removed my slippers and started tickling my feet.

I'd been tickled before, even by all three girls at once, but never anything like this. Always before, when the girls had ganged up on me, one had held me while the other(s) tickled me. And even then I could usually twist and curl up to protect my most vulnerable areas. Not this time. Sandy had both hands free and tickling my tummy, waist, and sides. Then Susan put a pillow atop the broomstick and set one knee on it to pin my ankles immovably to the bed, putting all ten fingernails to work on my feet. Stretched out on the bed there was nothing I could do about any of it. This was tickling in the big leagues.

I loved it and hated it at the same time. It felt like it would never end, and I was divided in how I felt about that. Were it not for the gag I surely would have been begging, but I might not have been clear about what I was begging for.

After an eternal five minutes the girls stopped to let me breathe. Their eyes were shining. Even Susan had shed her nervousness and looked as excited as I would with a new toy. Sandy was smiling wickedly. I'm not sure what I looked like, but I felt like I'd been on the best roller coaster in the world. My chest was heaving, but I could feel my wind coming back.

As I caught my breath, Sandy caught my eye and held it. She wet the tip of her index finger with her tongue, and with great deliberation began circling that fingertip around and over my right nipple. I jumped in my bonds. Sandy's smile widened and she leaned over to blow cool air on the damp skin. My nipple stiffened immediately and I felt goosebumps racing down my arms. Sandy wet her fingertip again and began tickling my nipple with quick, short strokes. That was another sort of tickling altogether. As I squirmed and squeaked with laughter and not-quite-laughter, Sandy kept teasing my right nipple even as she repeated the wet-blow-tickle trick on my left. My wiggles doubled, then doubled again as Susan began finding the tickle-spots on my knees and hips. Then as Sandy alternated between my nipples and my underarms, I was back on the roller coaster again.

I'm sure to this day that this second tickle-session was twice the length of the first. But I couldn't swear to it: eternity doubled is still eternity. At some point though I became aware that tickling had given way to soft hands petting my head and chest gently. Sandy was murmuring comfort, and I became aware also that there was a new sense of tightness across the front of my pajama bottoms. It wasn't the very first time that had happened to me, but I still wasn't quite sure what it meant. The girls were sure though, and Susan whispered, "Oh, wow."

The roller coaster still had my head in a whirl, as I felt one or perhaps two pairs of hands untying me. Sandy bundled me up in her arms and both girls cuddled me between them. I was incredibly happy, but totally wrung out. I felt Sandy pick me up to take me to bed, but I never felt her tuck me in.

Here's a neat little trick for everyone: bondage with a pillowcase. This isn't the most secure way to tie someone, but it's often a good start, or a nice quick tie when you don't have your rope or tape. All you need is a pillowcase.

Take an empty pillowcase and stand behind your victim. Pull their arms back and pull the pillowcase up over their arms behind them. Now have them lie down on their backs.

That's all there is to it. Their own bodyweight makes the pillowcase tighten up, and their arms come out by their sides, trapping them completely. The only way out is to sit up, which is harder than it looks in that position (and even harder if you're sitting on them. ;) )

To make this a more secure tie, add a couple of belts or a few turns of rope around their arms and chest.

Thanks so much

This is what everyone was wearing:

Me: Blue polo with a white under shirt and blue jeans, and Joe Boxer socks.
Lauren: Pale yellow polo, blue jeans, and Hanes socks for girls.
Chelsea: Gray wife beater, blue jeans, Champions crew socks with gray bottoms.

I was sitting around my house, doing nothing, when the phone rang. I let it ring, because I am lazy and I knew that someone else would get it.

“Josh, it’s for you!” my mother called up the stairs.

I picked up the phone and heard my mom hang up downstairs. Right as the click ended, I heard Lauren’s voice.

“Josh, are you there?”

”Wha- oh yeah I’m here.” I replied.

“Good. My parents are out for the weekend, and my sister is at a friend’s house all day, so you should come over.” She said.

“Sure, when should I get there?”

“Now.”

Alright, I thought. I told my parents where I was going and that I didn’t know when I would be back. I walked outside into the January cold, and headed to the corner of the street. I turned the corner, and walked up to Lauren’s house.

I walked up to the door and was graciously greeted by Lauren. I walked inside, removed my coat and shoes, and we headed down to the basement.

“I thought maybe we could watch a movie…and we might re-live what happened last time you were over.” She said, and I could tell that she wanted to be tied up.

“You wanna be tied up?” I asked, trying not to make it sound too eager.

“Well, yeah I kinda do,” She replied “there are some ropes over in the workshop.”

“Alright.” I said. I headed into the workshop and found some cotton clothesline that was cut up into four 10’ lengths, ten 5’ lengths, and four 2.5’ lengths. I grabbed them all, and some scarves that were lying on the laundry room floor.

I walked back over to Lauren, who was sitting on a couch, reading a magazine. I could tell that she wasn’t really reading it, but that she wanted me to ‘kidnap’ her. I snuck up behind her and grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms down and covering her mouth.

I picked her up and carried her over to an area behind the two couches that were down there. I made her kneel, and then released her to pull her hands behind her. I tied them in an x form behind her back with a 10’ rope. He could hardly move her wrists when I was done. I then took another 10’ rope and tied her ankles together. Then I gently helped her stomach down onto the floor.

With her on the floor, I took a 5’ rope and tied her knees together. I then tied her elbows together, pulling as tight as they would go together, despite the moans that she uttered. In fact, I decided that she was moaning too much, and shoved a scarf in her mouth and quickly wrapped another one around her head to hold it in place.

I could tell she was having fun, and she started to mmmpppphhhh softly into her gag. I took yet another 5’ rope and put her in a hogtie, first starting out by running the rope between her ankles, so the bonds were cinched off. I used the rest of the rope to pull her hands up to her ankles, and I pulled as hard as I could, which wound up with her hands almost touching her toes.

She was now in a very strict hogtie, and tried to move around. She was wiggling around on the floor and I just stepped back and watched her for a minute or two. After mmmmpppphhhhing into her gag, I decided to begin the torture.

I started by tickling her in the armpits. She began to frantically squirm around and mmmmmppppphhhhh loudly into her gag. She was moving around so much that I had to stop and drag her over to one of the support beams, where I used a 5’ rope to tie her to it. Now that she couldn’t move all over the place, I resumed my torture tactics.

I tickled her all the way down her body, from her armpits to the socked soles of her feet. She was trying to lash around all over the place, but being tied to the pole kind of restricted her. I could tell she was loving every minute of it.

I tickled every inch of her body from neck down, and decided to give her a break. The whole tickle torture lasted 15 minutes, so I thought that a 5 minute rest would be nice. I untied her from the pole and rolled her onto her side. She was panting heavily, and I started squeezing and playing around with her boobs.

After the five minutes of her supposed ‘rest’ and my five minutes of sheer fun and excitements, I figured that it was time to tie her in a different position. I reached out to undo the knot that was holding her in a hogtie when I heard a noise from upstairs. I stayed still and listened.

“Hello? Is anyone home?”

……someone was in the house.

To Be Continued

Mark, on using the pillowcase for self-bondage, that should work fine. But it'll be difficult of not impossible to add reinforcement to it yourself.

…someone was in the house.

I listened quietly for a minute, and Lauren was completely silent. I could see the shock on her face. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

My heart was racing. I had no idea what to do. There wasn’t enough time to untie Lauren before someone would find us, so I dragged her over to her father’s bar, pulled a chair out of the way, and shoved her in one of the cabinets.

I walked upstairs slowly so they wouldn’t creak, and I peered through the crack between the floor and the basement door. I couldn’t see any feet, so I slowly cracked the door open, peering into the kitchen. It was empty.

I walked quickly and quietly to the hallway, where I could hear someone upstairs. I couldn’t see who it was quite yet, so I went into the living room and hid behind the piano. This gave me a clear look at the stairs. I saw no one else but Chelsea walking down the stairs, wearing her shoes. She got to the main floor and headed for the kitchen.

I left my hiding place and quickly followed her. She was just about to open that basement door when I stood up from my crouching position and pinned her arms to her side. Before she could scream, I clamped my hand around her mouth.

“Nice of you to drop by, Chelsea.” I said.

I led her down the stairs to where I had some more rope lying. I forced her to her knees and quickly bound her hands. She started to say something, something that I will not repeat, so I shoved a scarf in her mouth and tied another one around her mouth to hold it in place.

I had used a 10’ long rope on her hands, making her hands form an x, and I used a 10’ rope on her ankles, after removing her shoes to reveal crew champions socks with gray bottoms. I then took a 5’ rope and tied her knees together, and two more 5’ ropes were tied above and below her breasts.

I used a 2.5’ rope to cinch off her feet and put her in a nice hogtie, semi similar to the one Lauren was in. Of course, I had forgotten all about Lauren. My bad.

Anyway, I began tickling Chelsea on the soles of her socked feet, and she squirmed around and mmmppphhhh’d into her gag. I tickled her all over like I did with Lauren, giving her the same 5 minute break, and my same 5 minute pleasure (only a little harder and rougher).

When I was done, I left her panting and gasping for air. I heard Lauren mmppphhhing in the cabinet, and hurried over to let her out. She seemed pretty mad that I had left her in there for almost a half hour, and I couldn’t blame her. I dragged her over to her older, panting cousin and had an idea.

Now, I don’t know if you remember the story by observer 2 when his father tied him and friend in hogties, and then tied them together, but that was the idea that popped into my mind.

I pushed Lauren on her side so she was like her cousin, and I moved them together so that the soles of their feet touched each other. I tied their ankles/feet together using a 5’ rope, and I tied their hands together.

Now that they were tied to each other, I knew that I could torture them both at the same time. I knew that each was ticklish enough to lash around, causing the other one considerable pain (I know, I’m cruel), so I began with Lauren.

I started again at her armpits, and slowly but thoroughly worked my way all the way down to her lower sides. I couldn’t get to the soles of her feet because they were pressed against her cousin’s. While I was tickling her, she thrashed around like I had hoped, and Chelsea was forced to move around and groan into her gag.

When I thought Lauren had enough, I moved on to Chelsea. I tickled her in the same fashion that I got Lauren, which caused her to squirm, causing Lauren to move around and grunt. As soon as I saw that they were on the verge of peeing in their pants, I stopped and left the room.

I went upstairs and looked through the fridge. After having a little snack and watching a little tv, I decided to go back to the basement. I found the two girls on the opposite side of the room all tangled up with each other.

“Well well well,” I began saying “How did the escape go for you two?”

I walked over and eventually was able to get them apart. I went ahead and untied Lauren first, since I had tied her up first. When I finally got all the ropes off, she removed her gag and spat out the scarf.

“Well, that was fun.” She said as she stretched and rubbed her wrists.

I then untied Chelsea, only after getting in a quick breast squeeze. When I finished untying her, she got up and rubbed her wrists.

“I thought you and I were going to gang up on Lauren the next time we did this.” Chelsea said.

“Yeah, well we can do that next time….”

We both paddled to shore and went into his house to find some rope and tape. When we got back to the lake's edge I got nick belly down on the floor and proceeded to wrap some orange duct tape around his ankles, when they were secure I tied his wrists behind his back with some white nylon rope, when I finished the last double knot I connected his wrists and ankles together with more rope to form a very tight hogtie. He tested his restraints and was satisfied with my work, I then slowly dragged him into the water and paddled out to the middle of the lake where we floated and chatted somemore while he was still hogtied. Our lifejackets keeping us afloat.

After about an hour or so he told me he was getting tired so I slowly tugged him back to shore, brought him onto the bank and plopped him down on the gravel and took a moment to catch my breath.

"Hey thanks Cody, that was great"
"Dont mention it spike"
"Ok, you can untie me now and we can go look for Danny's straitjacket"

at that I glanced over at his bound body and gave him an evil little smirk...

"or maybe I could just leave you like that..."
"aww, comeon cody, i'm tired"
"well I'm not...say spike, you still insanely ticklish on your feet?"

his eyes widened with terror...

"dont you dare cody! please, I'll wet myself...besides, that wasn't part of the deal..."
"of course not...promises are made to be broken!"

so I jumped on him and started to trace his soles with my fingertips. He erupted into laughter and pleas for me to stop. I couldn't have cared less, it was just too fun tickling my good buddy and watching him writhe about and squrim in ticklish agony. He kept thrashing about but I wasnt moving one bit...so I kept up the tickle torture for another 20 minutes, nick would beg to differ, but i swear it was just 20 very long minutes...couldn't really tell if he had really wet his pants or not cause we were still wet from the pond anyway. But his the front of his lifejacket had turned from a nice bright red to a dirty muddy brown from all his squirming around on the gravel. I untied him and helped him up.

"you're an asshole you know"
"of course I am, and thats why there'll never be another friend like me"

we both laughed it off and headed back to the house to wash up...but little did i know that payback's a bitch...

to be continued...

ticklish dude

hope it is soon, cant wait to read the next part of the story please post soon.

Last Saturday I went over to my girl friends house. She had to attend a very formal dinner, and not only was I going, but she wanted me to give her advise on how to dress. I brought along my dress clothes in a bag but I had on my dress socks, because they are comfortable, and it was less to bring along. She has rope at her house from pass experiences but as far as I knew she had lost them. (For shame)

So I arrived over there and the fist thing she did was put on her fashion show. She’s about 5’6” or so, brown hair, greenish blue eyes, nice legs and a very curvy and full body, that was heighten by the tight dresses she was wearing, that showed her off quiet well I thought. Then me in black dress socks, blue jeans, and a salt and pepper black shirt, shaggy dirty blond hair and green eyes.

I watched her fashion show and made my comments, finely deciding on a pretty black dress and white shawl. She took her clothes back into her room, and came out in a tight red shirt and short black pants… by now I was very pleased that she was my girl friend and not someone else’s. She laughed at my black socks, and pulled them off saying I looked silly. I took the sock she pulled off and hid my other foot under my leg. “it might look silly but I bet it would make a good gag I said as I pulled it around her head… it wasn’t long enough. She pulled back and laughed saying it wouldn’t be that easy. Then sat back on the couch, I had no rope and as such sadly sat back on the couch as well.

After a few minuets she told me to get up and change the channel, because the remote wasn’t working. I took it and pushed the buttons but nothing… (Later I found out that the batteries weren’t even in the thing) so being a gentlemen I got up and changed the channel. Not thinking anything I bent down and started pushing buttons, “ill tell you went to stop” she said. As I pushed I realized that it had gotten quit in the room, so I turned around to see what was up. There was Katie inches away already in the air. We went down in a slide; I got the worst of it cuz I was on the bottom. “You all right?” she asked as she held me down and pulled my wrists behind my back. Tighter and tighter she pulled the binds tying it all of well away from my fingers. Then she went to my ankles. I saw this a little; using a uni knot she tied both ankles together, then wrapped the rope around and around horizontally, then between my ankles vertically. Some times the simplest things are the best and that was true in this case. “Ha, now its torture time” she said leaving me in the middle of the living room and running into hers. “Not good” I though.

I have home work to do and don’t want to be up late so I’m going to leave yall for now, but I shall return. Let me know if its good and you want to hear more.

Also anyone that wants to talk or trade pic's, or NE Thing that i missed, email me.
(By the way im 16 and so is she.)

In fact, about the only person who hadn't made my list so far was my Dad and, for some unexplained reason, I'd found it incredibly hard to even admit to him that I had such secret longings about socks and bondage. For years, I'd fantasized about my father and I playing Cowboys and Indians or secret agent together - anything really that would give him an excuse to take me prisoner and tie me up in my socks. But it was impossible to picture it actually happening someday, and harder still to imagine me tying up my Dad and slipping off his shoes without getting an unmerciful spanking.

For one thing, he never seemed to have enough free time at home and I rarely saw him for more than a few minutes at a time while I was growing up. He was a busy, high-powered business executive in those days who often worked eighteen hours a day, even on weekends, and would leave me detailed memos instead, reminding me to do my homework or mow the grass. The whole thing looked pretty hopeless until one, fantastic summer's evening in the mid-1960s when he suddenly decided to make time to indulge my secret fantasy and instantly made up for all the years of neglect.

I can't recall the exact circumstances now, but for some reason my mother and sisters had to go out of town unexpectedly and left my Dad and I alone together for the weekend. Predictably, my father was like a caged tiger, anxiously pacing around the house and so totally preoccupied with getting back to the office that it wasn't until late that Saturday evening that he began to feel guilty about ignoring me and finally asked if I wanted to play a game or something. I'd been praying for just such an opportunity for years. But even so, when the big moment actually arrived, I nearly blew it and it felt really weird at first asking my own Dad if he'd take me prisoner and tie me up for a while in my white socks.

I figured he'd laugh it off and just walk away. But instead, he sat down and heard me out. Listening and nodding attentively and making mental notes of every tiny detail as little by little, the whole crazy plan came tumbling out of my head. I remember blushing beet red at one point and carefully avoiding his eyes as I reluctantly filled him in on the importance of white socks and how I wanted him to make me take off my own shoes in front of him so he could tickle-torture the bottoms of my bound socked feet.

My father looked concerned, confused (especially about my using the word "torture") but I could tell that he was thinking it all over and finding nothing really dangerous or disturbed about the whole thing. Barely raising an eyebrow as he collected and considered the whole matter as calmly and thoughtfully as if he were hearing out some crazy new sales pitch back in his executive board room.

"You've been watching too much TV." he said finally, shaking his head. "You really want me to do that sort of stuff to you?" He lowered his voice a little, like this was turning into something very personal and private, just between the two of us. "Tie you up? You sure?"

"Yeah... really. I'm sure." I stammered, nervously staring down at my sneakers.

"In your socks too, I suppose." he added, flashing me a faint smile. "Your white socks, right?"

"Yeah. You know... I just feel a lot more helpless when somebody takes my shoes off and leaves me in my socks. Especially if they're white socks..."

"Uh huh. I've heard enough." he droned.

I thought for sure he was going to shoot me down and I was already kicking myself for building my hopes up in the first place when my father suddenly grinned and nodded.

"Okay, come on. I'll tie you up in the garage for a while." he chuckled mischievously, getting up from his chair. "Hands behind your back." he ordered. "You're my prisoner now, remember?"

Too excited to even speak, I clasped my wrists together and eagerly did exactly as I was told. My knees already shaking with antcipation as my Dad guided me out to our dimly-lit garage with his powerful grip and sat me down on the bare concrete floor. His tall, dark figure towering over me as he quickly uncoiled the clothesline piled in my mom's laundry basket.

"I'm sure your Mother will understand." he laughed, snipping the cord into separate lengths with a pair of garden shears.

He smiled and gathered up the rope. Then glanced down at my outstretched feet, his attention momentarily drawn to the narrow flash of cotton sock peeking out from beneath my jeans.

"Hmmm. What about the socks?" he asked, sounding very businesslike and matter of fact for the moment. "You're wearing white socks, right?"

"Ye... yes, sir." I murmured.

"Good. Just double checking." he said. "I want you to take off your shoes for me, okay?"

"When? Now?"

"Yes, right now." he insisted. "In front of me. I want to watch you take off your own shoes."

It was all happening so suddenly and unexpectedly that at first all I could do was nod and stare down numbly at the tops of my sneakers. Amazed at how thrilling and exciting it was to be teased and humiliated in this new way by my own father. That he was actually playing along with my fantasy, remembering every detail, letting it happen for real. Encouraging it even.

"Well? Get your shoes off!" he ordered. "I want to see you in those white socks. Now!"

Snapping back to reality, I hurriedly tore at the tangle of frayed cotton laces on my sneakers. Then slipped my Keds off by the heels, timidly hiding one well-worn and vulnerable white socked foot behind the other while my Dad knelt beside me and quickly cinched my wrists together behind my back.

"You won't get out of this one." he hissed, knotting off the rope with a surprisingly experienced hand.

"Keep your feet together." he ordered, pulling a second cord around my knees. "I want those heels touching. That's right... yeah... like that. Arch your feet for me."

I could feel him pulling the rope taut, his free hand already stroking the bottoms of my soft, damp white crew socks, teasing the tops of my tightly clenched toes.

"Mmmm...yeah... I'm gonna have to torture you on your socks for a while." he sneered, gripping my heels in the palm of his hand as he knotted the third and final rope around my ankles. "Sure hope you're feeling ticklish tonight."

I could feel my heart racing, pumping harder by the minute as I offered up the bottoms of my bound socked feet to my father. My whole body bucking and vibrating to life a split second later as he limbered up his fingers and began lightly trailing them over the soles of my socks.

With much of the initial awkwardness and embarrassment now well behind us, and plenty of time still on the clock, my Dad treated me to one of the most memorable bondage fantasies I'd ever had - even rolling me flat on my stomach at one point and pinning the tops of my feet to the garage floor so he could tickle torture the sensitive soles of my white socks from heel to toe for the better part of the next half hour. Allowing little breathers in between of course, so I could collect my senses and listen to what he was going to do to my helplessly bound feet next, before he inched his fingertips over the bottoms of my turned up socked soles all over again.

Sadly, although my father and I talked later about organizing a re-match someday (with maybe him as the prisoner this time) that evening still stands out in my mind as one of the finest times we ever shared together. I still fondly remember every exciting moment of that first time. Hope you enjoyed hearing about it too.

enri

I was doing the math last night and finally figured out that my first real bondage experience with the girl next door came at the age of 8! That relationship lasted about five years, so there's plenty to tell.

And yes, I did finally have a chance to tie up my Dad a few times after our first sock bondage encounter. That kind of broke the ice, so it was pretty easy after that since he knew exactly what I wanted. It was just a question of him making time for me, and he was always very cautious about making sure that no one else was around when we started tying each other up. I think that you'll enjoy hearing about the time that he let me tie him up after work. It was a thrill slowly unlacing his gleaming black dress shoes (that I always polished for him, by the way) and tickling the daylights out of his navy blue socks while he struggled against the ropes. I had no idea my Dad was so ticklish! He wasn't thrilled with the idea of wearing white socks though, but I did manage to talk him into it a couple of times.

I really appreciate your comments and suggestions. I never thought that anyone really wanted to hear about my childhood antics. Great to hear from you all!

We decided that the best course of action was a RECON mission of sorts. Me, being the fastest runner was to go to their base and see where Sophie was, how much she was bound, etc. I got to the base fine and quickly saw where my girlfriend was. She was tied quite tight to a tree. They had first retied her wrists behind the trunk and then her torso in two places. Her ankles and right above the knees were tied to the tree as well. She was still sporting the duct tape gag she had 10 minutes earlier.
I thought this would be the best time to get her free since it was a small ways away from the main base. I untied her hands and her feet and was working on her torso when I was rudely interrupted. A felt a hand clamp around my mouth and another around my arms and pin them to my sides. It was Erin. She brought me to a nearby tree and bound my wrists behind it similar to Sophie’s. It then took her about another minute to realize what exactly I was doing when she captured me and ran back to Sophie who had just finished with the rest of her bonds and was making a run for it. Erin ran after her and caught her after Sophie stumbled on a tree root. She brought her back to the main base to be tied up there.
Meanwhile I had pulled myself out of my rather loose ropes and dashed back. I ran past Maia who yelped “He’s getting away!” and got back into my own territory just in time to catch Olivia with the flag. She was now our prisoner! With her, we could possibly make a prisoner swap and get this game back to normal. I brought her back into our base to discover a tie up feat I’d known was possible, but had never seen done. You know in those cartoons, when two people are captured and are tied back to back? That’s what Olivia had managed to do with James and Parker. They were tied back to back with an extremely long piece of rope and were even gagged with the same gag (a headband acting as a double cleave gag). Olivia took advantage of my startled self to grab me and pull me to the ground (she’d already broken a couple rules). I fought back and was able to stop her from getting complete control over me. I sat her down on a stump and told her she was our prisoner. I didn’t have anything to tie her with…yet!
I quickly untied James and Parker and we gleefully tied Olivia up with the same material. Parker was to remain guard as James and I attempted a rescue. We realized that our best weapon was speed so we quickly made our way to the base and saw Sophie on the ground against a tree near the flag and Maia. Sophie was tied wrists behind back, ankles together, knees up. Her arms were pinned to her chest with a long piece of rope and she was gagged with a white handkerchief tied over mouth (not the most effective way as she was bothering Maia). James and I realized that if we were to win this, we would need to play by Olivia’s rules and attack players on their own territory. James pounced on Maia as I hurriedly untied Sophie and grabbed the flag. James gave one final push to Maia and we were off. I was pulling Sophie behind me (if any of you have played the Playstation 2 game Ico, its like that) as James sprinted the whole thing and made it back. Erin appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Sophie and it was a person tug-a-war. With one final pull we were free. The “game from hell” as Sophie put it later was over.

I have other tie-up stories involving some and all of these people that I can post later if you guys/gals want, including one that eventually became the reason Sophie and I went out.

Though, uh, NA, your story kind've scares me. ^_^' Was the girl willing at all?

Well, that aside, I hope y'all don't mind me posting my little tidbits up here ;) — it's not much, but that's good, because my parents are gonna be back from a dinner party soon.

So, yeah. ^_^ I'm a teenage girl and I've basically liked tie-up games for as long as I can remember, but everyone always thought they were wierd, so I've never had a tie-up partner, and I've been too skittish to find one via the net. I remember once, I had my stuff lying in plain stuff when my mom came into my room, and she asked "Are you into bondage or something?" and though I didn't know what bondage meant at that point, I could guess, and lied pretty blithely. It made me feel sad that I had to lie about what I did all the time and thought was fun.

Anyways, since I typically have to tie myself up, it's usually a game of me trying to get myself loose WITHOUT getting my hands out first. Only Rules: I have to stay in my room, though my closet counts; I have to get all of the bindings ALL of the way off, which can be difficult with gags, and the cord that goes around my waist, since unless it's actually loosened, I can't get it over my hips (it's pretty tight); I allow myself the use of my hands, so long as they stay bound, and anything I can get to in my room. It's a fun little challenge, and if you've got the patience ;) this evening's game is below.

I've never tied myself up in my closet before— it's a walk in, but it's small. I liked the idea because of the dark and the relatively small spaces (though I would've liked smaller) and the carpet. I've just really got this thing for carpet, it feels really nice on my skin. Of course, that leaves interesting marks on my face sometimes, but all the more fun, eh ^_^' ?
All I had on hand tonight was enough to do my ankles, knees, elbows, and hands. I was satisfied, though, because I didn't have a definite amount of time on my hands. First I did my ankles, before looping it up over my knees, and making sure they were both tight.
Next came the strap that would go over my elbows. I found something that works rather well— it's a leather purse strap, but it's not wide, rather, it's like cord. I can attach the hooks around the leather to adjust it, and it's really durable. Plus, hey, it's leather ^_~.
I wriggled my hands in the front of the elbow strap— nice and tight. Then, I had to work them around to the back, which left basically no room to twitch, forget working the cords over my elbow joints.
Finally I grabbed the hand binding and wrestled my hands into it. I could slide my hands out if I needed to, but I dunno, the feeling of the cloth against my wrists, them pressed together... I like it.
Of course, only then did I realize that the light was still on. Luckily, I was still on my knees, and able to nudge it off with my head. Finally, I could get on my stomach and get to work. I twisted around until I could flop over without dropping my head onto something hard (I hoped) and then just did it— landed face down in a sweater, luckily.
The landing kinda jarred me, and I laid there stunned for a moment. It also slid the elbow bond into a tighter position, down closer to the actual joint, almost painfully close, man I loved it.
I tried to think of how to slip the stuff off, and eventually decide to try and get the leg ones off first. I had to roll over on my back so I could stretch my legs up straight, and tried to shuffle them off like that. After a few minutes of useless struggle and inarticulate noises, I had to lay my head back and let my legs rest against the wall. They slid to the door.
That's when I got my inspiration. I started doing an inchworm-like motion, only sideways, until I could hook the ankle bonds over the doorknob. This took a great deal of ab flexing in and of itself just to get my feet up that high— I'm not that tall, and consequently, not that long legged. I gave a good tug and (—thank God my door knob didn't come off :D) the ankle bond slipped up around my feet, where I could get it off myself.
Now, with my feet free, I could flex my legs and managed to get the knee ones kicked off. Finally, with use of my legs, I decided to stand up and use the doorknob to try and get the elbow strap off. Easier said than done, but in crunch like fashion, I managed to sit up and get my feet under me. WIth that done, it was a simple task of hooking the strap under the doorknob and pulling up, then using my then free(er) hands to work the strap over my hips and completely off. Tada!

It's not all that exciting, but if anyone has suggestions, I'm open. I don't have too much access to stuff, but I try to improvise. Hey, one suggestion I've got, is, if anyone used to take martial arts and has one of those belts— I wouldn't suggest using a current one, because it gets dirty and it rubs the stripes off, but, if you've got an old one, it's really nice to use. It's relatively soft, plus wide, but very firm and strong. Trust me, I've broken quite a lot of things, but never that ^_^'. The only problem with them is that there's not enough to get very creative, and they can be a bit unwieldy— I wouldn't suggest using them on hands, but everything else works well.

I've also got a question— has anyone ever tried hog tying while securing the legs to the hips, as well as hands— I could detail if you need me to, but I was just wondering.

Many Thanks!

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both of us were barefoot, and hade shorts, i had a hawaian shirt and she had a rainbow colored one.

we went to my room and she sat on my bed. i took her hands and tied them behind her back with a really long sock(those you use for soccer)then with the other i tied her feet

Liz: thats it? i can get out of this in no time
Me: well, your the expert in this game, tell me how to to tie you tighter?
Liz:no way
Me: okay then
i wrapped her feet around my arm and tickled her soles
Liz: hahahaha, okay, okay, you could wrap duct tape around my wrists and ankles so that i can´t undo the knots.

i took some clear duct tape, undid the sock ties and replace them with ducttape. she struggled for a while then realized it was useless

Me:gee, thanks for your advise
she just sticked her tonge out
Me: now, what else do i need to do?

i asked as i closed my hand to her soles, she wiggled her feet so that i couldnt get a grip from them. i went to mi drawer, took a shoe lace and tied her big toes together so that she couldnt move her feet.

Liz: gag me! you can gag me, take a scarf or something and wrap it around my mouth so that i cant scream for help.

i took the socks i used for tiyng her up and shoved one in her mouth and wrapped the other one around her mouth, she talked muffled, but i could hear her say "good"

Me:all right, you have five minutes to get out, if not guess whats gonna happen.
Liz: Mmmmmph!

she said as she wiggle her toes as wildly as the toe tie could let her. i watched her the whole time, sqrimming and twisting against the duct tape binding her, suddenly she froze with a horro look in her face, two tall figures were behind me, and asked what the hell was going on, i turned arround and my worst fears became true...

part 2 coming soon

PS: theres a change we didnt actually say what its written, i mean it was a while ago

by the way, Sandr Davis, if your still around, i would love to hear if you finally got the upper hand on your friends or cousins. bye for now

Did you mean 175 centimeters? Because 175 meters is longer than a football field, and I don't think I've ever seen anyone that tall.

Briana
This Story is about my friend Briana from the same huse that lived when i was playing with Jazzy. BB as we called her as about4'5" very small but ver devloped. she was very pale but you could still she was black. this the sotry of the one and only time i tied her up.

It was my sister's birthday and she wanted to have a sleep over party. she invited BB but she was leaving town the same day as the party so my sister invited to spened the night then. Around 4pm BB came over and they girls went upstairs to due what all 11 year olds do..... nothing whats so ever but talk about boys. anyway i left them o thire own deviecs as i as i was in the middle of a game turnament with Jazzy's brother Marco. around about 2am everyone was sleep but BB. she came into my room while i was playing video games. she asked if she could play, I let and for about a half an hour we played Gran Torismo. well she got tired and started to leave i saw this as my one and only chance to get her. i asked her if i could show her a magic trick. she's still in her jeans and baby T-shirt. and baby blue socks. i tell her to lay down on her stomage and put her hands behind her back. she does and i start tiying her wrist she ask what the trick is and i tell her you'll see. next i ross her legs and tie hher ankles with more shoe string. then i bring her in to a knelling position so her hands and touching her ankles, then i take a small pice of string and hogtie her, i already know she's flexible beacese i watched her a cheerleading practice. anyway next i tell her to close her eyes and open her mouth. i take a bandanna and stuff it in there and cover it with duck tape before she and spit it out. next i tale nother bandanna and blindfold her.
I wisper in her ear surpires and she grunts back with pure venom. i ask her if the hogtie is to tight and nods her head, so i take a pic of her and then untie th conector rope and retie it so her feet our on the ground. i ask her if she could sleep like this and shakes head no. i tell her to bad and pick her up and put her on a sleeping bag.
then i go to work tickling her for about 5 min and then i take another pic and go to sleep. she's untied by 6am.

End

i hope i cleared that up

PS: i'll post the second part real soon...

it wasnt steve, it was scott

Keep up the stories, man!

“Alright” she said, you have 5 min to get out before the fun starts.” I was sure the fun wouldn’t be fun for me, so I began to struggle and squirm. She had done a very good job, my wrists were behind my back tied side by side, with the knots well away from my prying fingers. And my ankles tied together much in the same way, with the rope running around my legs then between them. Plus the gag and blind fold. I squirmed and mmmmmppphhhhed and managed to loosen the binds. HA! I don’t think so she said and proceeded to wrap tape around the ties. YOUR NOT GETTING OUT THAT EASY. For that I’m gunna start your torture now. And she ran out of the room. I struggled harder wondering what she had planed and plotting my own plans.

A camera click alerted me to her being back. “Oh, don’t stop squirming cuz I’m here now.” She said and I could hear her smile. She took several more pictures with her phone before; her mom came in to see what we were doing. “oh, she said and I could feel my face getting red, is marcey tied up?” she said, despite the obvious. “yeah Katie said, he was being a bad boy and so now he’s gunna be punished.” “ok but be careful she called and left. I couldn’t belive it and for a second I wished my mom was so ok with tieing as her mom was. This was all forgotten though when the ice wend down my shirt. It was cold, and had there not been a gag covering my mouth I would have sucked in my breath. MMMMMMMMMMM I moaned. Katie laughed as she put another cube down my pants, making me colder, thought I wouldn’t have thought it possible.
And this is just stage one she laughed as she moved the ice in my shirt around on my back. Leaving the ice in my pants to melt on its own and leave a big wet spot.
After the ice had melted she asked how I was and I mmmmmpppphhhhed back. “does that mean your ok she asked and I nodded, I was more than ok, but I was also cold.

She helped me stand up and then started working something up my legs, I would latter find it out to be a skirt. Then she left me standing there with threats of punishment, if I didn’t stay in place. She came back with a bra and proceeded to fit it on me. She was smiling and laughing as she worked, and once again I thought of revenge.

There is a little more for n e one that wants me to post it. let me know if you want to hear it.

so, anyways a had my friend Liz tied up and gagged, whne tow figures came behind me. those were my older tiwn sisters: Pamela and Lianne(fake names, privacy issues, u know what i mean)both were 16 at the time, both tall, brunette basquetball players, Lianne had red coloured stripes of hair and Pamela blue ones (i dont know how to describe it, i hope you get the picture). i tried to explaing what was happening there, but i could just babble.

Pamela:well, looks that our baby brother its really into bondage(at the time, i had no idea of what was that)
Lianne:Yeah, lets give him a taste of his own medicine.

Lianne grabbed me and tackled me to the ground whyle pamela went for some rope to her room. the both pinned me to the ground and tied my wrist in my back and my feet together, then my knees and more rope was wrapped around my shoulders. in no time i was bound and gagged(with a sock) just like my friend

Pamela: what do we do with his little friend?
Lianne: well, if she let herself be tied uo by our dumbass borther, she desevers to suffer his same fate.

Liz eyes opened wide. they tossed me into bed right next to her, and tied our feet together and then to the foot board, at the end, they tied my big toes together.

Pamela: all right, let the fun begin.

each took a pair of soles and tickled us!, we both were laughing histerically but due to the tight gag, our screams were barely hearable, and we both wiggle our toes like carzy to aboid my evil sister's ravagin fingers from tickling our vunerable soles, but the toe tie pretty much stopped any movement from our feet.

after ten minutes or so, the stopped and let us catch our breath for a while

Lianne: Oh, shoot, its amost time for "friends" maybe you should stay here watching our captives.

we both gave my sisters the saddest look possible as we mmmph and rest our heads in each other.

Pamela: No way, im not gonna miss it, i'll just come and check them in a comercial, plus they're not going anywhere, are you, lovebirds?

she said as she squeezed our cheecks, we both gave her an angry grunt and the she tickled slightly our stomach, they both left the room and left us alone to our fate.

since she wasnt actually tied up as tightly as I was, Liz soon freed herself.

Liz:ugh, those two sisters of you are going to pay BIG for this

i mmph her to get me to untie me

Liz: whats that you want me to tickle you??

i shook my head but it was no use, she tickled me all over and after having some fun with me, she quickly untied me, because she needed me to get back at my evil twin sisters.

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I was home alone, my parents were at work, and i was bored, so i decided to tie my self up. i took my shrit off, and my pants, i was in my boxers, and they r kind of short i need some new ones. anyways i taped my long legs with duct tape,feet, legs, and thighs. then i got a pair of my sisters panties, and stuffed them in my mouth and sealed it off with a lot of duct tape. then i handcuffed my hands behind my back to my desk pole. so there i was in white short boxers, tied up and gagged. then i started thinking hey i cant get out, because i hundcuffed myself to a pole. o crap, i was trapped.!!!!!!! omg i couldnt get out. i struggled and struggled but i cant break steel, and i didnt mmpphhh because i didnt want anyone to see me tied up and gagged in my boxers, and gagged with a green thong. hours past i was getting tired, thats when i heard the front door open!!!! "mikey im home". omfg. i was screwd. my mom came up staris, and she came in my room and said "hello".
i layed there with my eyes closed i didnt want to see her reaction, bbut i heard it. "omg mikey what is going on here"??? she said with a mean voice to her. i mmphhed, trying to say help, helpp. but she said "who did this", "how long uve been here". i mmmmmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhhhhhhh, this green thong was doing the trick, and my sister would find out about me gagging myself with her panties. my mom kind of smiled and shook her head. and said "no matter how u got there, if u tied urself up, r someone else did, obviosly they want u there, like this".
my mom walked over to me and bended down at looked me straight in the eye and said, "son ur in trouble". im not going to untie u, r un gag u. but she said something about my sister had some friends coming over pretty soon. i got scared real scared. because my dad was working real late.
u wont believe this, my mom then grabed my boxers and pulled them up higher on me, so it kind of looked like a thong, she said"nice legs honey" and then she turned me around on my stomach and spanked my butt for a while. i mphhhhhhhhh so loud u could hear me. my mom said "were goin to have to fix that, she took the tape off, and out came the green thong,"wtf" mom said, "is this ur sisters underware"?? i said "yes", and then i said "mom please untie me, im sorry ill never do anything like this again".""too late mickey", she said, "im telling ur sister u gagged urself with her panties, shes going to be so upset." then my mom went into her room and came back with her kleenex box, she gagged me with like 40 tissues, in my mouth and taped my mouth shut.
"i hope ur ready for ur sister and her friends to have fun with u,all night"!!!!! o man i was in for it now.
my mom left me there tied up and gagged, with boxers that looks like a thong now. i was defeated. there was nothing i could do. it was a mistake ill never do agian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im not going to tell u what happend with me and my sister and her friends, it was horrible. lets just say that she did get revenge on me, in anyway u can think of, e-mail me and ask me what they did, ill tell u some. g2g

I had a roommate (about 19) who was a professional clown and had all the paraphernalia of a clown and would show me his retinue of tricks and antics. One day, after I got back from the showers, he said he wanted to show me another trick. He whisked out a pair of thumb-cuffs from his pocket and asked me to cuff him. After I had cuffed his thumbs, he turned his back on me and in a jiff, he showed both his thumbs free of the cuffs.

Now I had a pair of magic handcuffs that had a catch to release them, so I said it's nothing great. And he said "ok, you put them on". And I said, "Let me look at them first". He refused to let me look at them and kept on pestering me. I realised that the only way I would be able to get dressed was to give in, so I let him put the thumb-cuffs on me. BIG mistake.

After a quick check, I saw that there was no catch to release the cuffs. I said that he must have had the keys in his hands. So my roommate took out the keys and placed it in my hands. But with my thumbs immobilized, I couldn't do anything with the keys. My devilish roommate then laughed at me and walked right out the door. So there I was, in the same predicament as I was back in the army: helpless and in my underwear. What was worst was that I had the keys but couldn't use them.

I struggled really hard trying to slip the cuffs off but the thumb-bone got in the way. I tried using my teeth to work the keys but couldn't get the keys to go into the keyhole. Finally I sat down wondering when my roommate was going to return to release me. I should have known he was a clown through and through.

About five minutes later, my roommate's girlfriend walks into the room without knocking. She caught sight of me and burst out laughing. She said that my roommate had told her to come look for me as I had something to show her. She was really tickled by what I had to show her and threatened to "do things" to me. (I'll leave it to your imagination to figure what things she threatened to do to me.)

Finally, after taunting me good and proper, she released the cuffs and showed me how the trick was done. She left me with the advice not to trust my roommate with cuffs.

I'm sure no one minds you putting your story here, but fyi there is a section of canuck's site for college stories http://books.dreambook.com/canuck100/forum2.html

When the first commercial came, Pamela came to check on us as Lianne went downstairs to call a friend of hers. when pamela came and check our bonds, we jumped her and pinned her to the bed. now that i think about it, she could have probably yelled ofr help or done something about it, but i guess she really did had fun that day, both being the captor and the captive. Liz stuffed her mouth with a clean sock and tied it with a pillow case, i tied her ankles and wrists. she was wearing some shorts (jeans, i think) and a blue t-shirt(as you have guessed, her favourite colour) Liz then tied her arms to her chest, and her knees. then she explained to me that if we tied her ankles with her wrists, she could barely move, that was called a hog tie.

once we had her hogtied, we both carried her to the closet and hid her, then we mockinly tied ourselves and waited for Lianne, who was calling her sister. Pamela was only able to mufle through her tight gag. when Lianne entered, same thing happened and we got both my tiwn sisters hog tied. however, we faced a problem, there was nothing else to gag her, except our used gags, which she would never accept. Liz went to mi sisters room to search for some sort of bandannas.

Lianne: What happened to Pam?
I got pamela out of the closet
Lianne: nice going Pam (she said sarcastically) cant you handle to kids???
Pamela: Mmmmph Mmmmmmmmph (making faces to her, well, as far as you can make faces with a pillow case wrapped around ur face)
Lianne: whats that? ur admitting ur stupid adn deserve to be bound and gagged
Pamela: MMMMPH MMMMMMPH!!!
Lianne: you know, she seems a little mad, why dont you tickle her for a little while, maybe she´ll cheer up
Pamela´s eyed widen and she shook her head and pleaded through her gag. naturally, I accepted my sister's request. for being a tall, mean basquetball player with 11-size soles (yeah, thats right, can you believe that!? most girls i meet dont go as far as size 6) she´s incredibly ticklish, once i touched her soles, she mmph and shook her head like crazy, she wiggled her feet like ther was no tomorrow, trying to hide her vunerable feet form my tickling fingers, she seemed so eager to talk so i ungagged her

Pamela:please..stop, tickle Lianne to, you know it was her idea to tie you up and tickle you.

Lianne, as a good tiwn had pretty mush the same outfit, except she wore a red/pink t-shirt(her favourite colour)she tried to scrae me off by menacing me, but liz came back with lots of stuff to tie(mostly long socks ans bandannas)so i gagged Lianne and tickled her, as twin, she wuite ticklish herself, finally i was getting back at my bully sister, she pleaded through her gag and tried to hide her feet from me.

Liz: whats this one doing ungagged?
She tried to gag my sister but she shut her mouth closed
Me: open your mouth sis
Pamela: Never! you cant make me
Liz gave me a feather wich i barely stroke two times on her soles before she cracked
Pamela: jajaja, ok ok, stop, please, i'll let myself be gagged, just dont tickle me.
she opened her mouth and Liz gagged her, as a boy of my word, I didnt tickle her...Liz did.
Each of us took a lace and tied my sisters giant big toes together, i moved towards Lianne, she had the angriest look EVER, i swear to god, if she wasnt hogtied, she would kill me, we tickled them for like 30 minutes, then i checked on Liz, she had so much fun torturing my sad looking sis, that she didnt noticed when i grabed some socks & scarfs and jumped her behind her back. we struggled for several minutes, but i eventually subdued her, boudn and gagged her.
Liz: is this because i tickled you? c'mon, you cant do this to me
Me: watch me
I gagged her and placed her between my sisters, later i undid my sisters hogtie, the both sighed in relief as the three of them struggle to get free. i tied the three pairs of soles together, Liz's feet looked tiny compared to my sisters gigantic soles (i dont know what size she was, never asked her). every know and then i passed the feather through their feet to see them squeal and wiggle their toes. eventually i set Liz free and we wrote and "agreement" where we wouldnt be suprised and tied up, and if they were to play tie up games, they would give us advantage(along with some other crasy requests). i undid the toe ties, and got each of them to sign an X with their feet. the first one was Pamela, she signed immediatly (she may be mean, but when it comes to tie up games, shes kinda summisive, even though she would never admit it), then i painted her big toe with ink and marked her "toeprint" to make it "official", Lianne on the other hand was kinda dominant, so she wrinkled her toes and shook her head.
Me: its either all or none.
Pamela started to mmmph through her gag and gave sad look to her twin, eventually Lianne rolled her eyes and signed too. liz ran home for her video camera(one of the requests was to apologyze for lots of stuff they did in the past) and i started to ungag them, the first one i did was pamela, since shes the one who agreed first.

Pamela: hey, you tickled me!, you said you would tickle me if i let myself be gagged, you little brat
Me: im sorry, pam, i promise i wont tickle you again
Pamela: its ok squirt, besides it was kinda fun, to be captives for once, dont you thin sis?
Lianne just stared at her and mmmph me to ungag her
Lianne: one of these days we'll get you back
Me: what was that???
I said as i closed the feather to her soles
Lianne: nothing, nothign, it was fun...little brat
Me: so, you used to play these before?
Pamela: yeah, with some friends from the basquetball club, we ussualy get ot tie them up, especialli Li, but sometimes i get to be tied, i dont mind, as long as nobody tikle me
she said as she stared at me, i stared back at her fet and she wiggled just like if she was going to be tikled.
Liz came back witht he camera and we taped my sister's confesion, several months later i accidentaly taped a simpsons episode on it... :(

anyway, i hoped you liked my story, if not, well, what ur gonna do?, S.D. you keep those stories coming, maybe we can give you tips of how to get back at ur friends or cousins, and people, more games happened that summer, if you want me to post them, just let me know