edward taylor"

No shit sherlock. Be more specific next time. Actually girls use the name as well.

So that first time was somewhat interesting. I was amazed that a guy would do such a thing to me. But I didn’t mind so much and I played along. From then I got tied up many times over. Then I had another boyfriend, and he asked me to do the same thing! I didn’t know at the time that it was such a widely used practice. Nor that I knew about this site.

I think I enjoy the feeling of being restrained, as long as it is well done. Also the fact that it’s done by a man I desire is so overwhelming. Therefore, I am tempted to say that I never have enough, and the more I have rope on my body, the more exciting it gets.

Our little group consisted of twin brothers Ryan and Scott (17), their little sister Jessica and her two friends Morgan and Vela (16). Sometimes we included Morgan's younger brother, Brock (14) in our games, whenever it suited us.

Although we didn't alter the rules of the game too much, we expanded the boundaries so as to include, not only the field, but the woods behind Morgan and Brock's house. We also made it a weaponless game where no paintball guns or anything were allowed, and people relied on their strength and speed to win. The most important rule we changed was the fact that, instead of a peice of cloth on a stick for the flag, we chose people.

After our little group invited some independent friends over, it didn't take long to come up with teams. Most of the people that came over were freinds and aquaintances of Brock.

Team 1: Scott, Ryan, Vela, Morgan, Jessica, Evan (16) and Hillary (14).
Team 2: Brock, Alex (14), Andrew (14), Grey (14), Danielle (15), Josh (12) and Nick (18).

Morgan, the accepted leader of our little group, explained the rules so that everyone would know them. She also stated that each team would choose the other team's flag, and that the flag, or prisoner, could either escape by themselves at any time or be released by a team-member. The team who'd flag reaches their base first, wins.

As Morgan was the leader of our Team 1, we let her choose who to take as their flag. She figured that it would be best if we took Alex, for Brock considered Alex his second hand man.

"Alright," Morgan said with a slight smile, "You can pick first, Brock."

A slight smirk passed through Brock's lips as he said, "I'm taking Scott."

This was not good for Team 1. Scott was the biggest and probabally strongest on the team. Scott walked over to his captors, slowly, a somewhat grave look on his face, and stood by Brock who clasped his hand on the 17 year old's shoulder, the smirk still evident on his lips.

"Alright," said Morgan, slightly irritated, "I'm taking Alex."

The smirk was wiped off Brock's face as Alex reluctantly walked to Morgan, an aprehensive look on his face. Brock was clearly shocked, he lost his best friend, but he got to keep Nick, who was bigger and stronger, even, then Scott. Mixed emotions washed through him.

"Alright, the game will start in 15 minuets." Brock said, "I will shoot my cap gun in the air and that will begin the game.

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The sun was beginning to set of the late September day, as a cool eastern breeze disturbed the calmness of the 75 degree weather.

Team 2 was moving at an almost jogging pase, propelling their new captie with them. Brock made sure that the enemy's flag was in his sight as he discussed certain battle strategies with Danielle and Nick. It took them only a few moments to find the tall, thick tree of which they centered their base. As everyone prepared taking drinks of water and spraying mosquitoe repelent, Brock led his prisoner to the center of the clearing where the large tree stood.

Scott, the captive, was a pretty handsome young lad of 17, wearing khaki cargo shorts and a brown t-shirt. His short socks were barely viewable over his bright red and white vans.

"Sit." he commanded. Scott did as he was told. As he sat down, Grey came over with a white plastic bag from a grocery store and gave it to Brock. The team's leader had a young looking face with medium length dirty-blond hair. A light scar drifted under the eye of his sunbathed face. He was decked in black, a black t-shirt, black shorts and black shoes. The only thing that was not black were the white sport-style socks he was wearing, which were crew-length and worn sloppily up like a Tennis player.

Brock wiped his brow "Damn, it's hot out here." he said softly to himself as he pushed the crew-length socks down so that they scrunched around his ankle. He then went through the white bag and pulled out a coil of heavy, rough twain rope.

"Whoa, what are you doing? The rules don't say you can tie someone up!" Scott protested.

"Where in the rules does it say I can't? Plus, I can't have you escape and win this game! Who knows what she'll demand from me if she wins!" Brock said with a smirk. "Now stand up and turn around with your hands behind your back." The control-freak wasn't too gentle when tying his captie's hands, before tying the remained of the rope around the tree.

Examining his rope-work and then testing the bonds again, Brock pulled two worn, white peices of cloth out of the bag.
"Sorry, Scott. Your going to have to be gagged... I can't have you screaming for help and giving up our base location."

As Brock got loser, Scott saw that two sloppily folded pairs of socks were in either hand. As Brock unfolded the socks, he saw that one pair was wearing away with age and browning with use and the other were identical to the pair Brock was wearing at the moment.

"Alright, Scott, I'm going to let you choose which ones I gag you with. The new ones on the left or the old ones on the right."

Scott could smell one of the pairs, which he assumed was the worn pair. "Alright, I'll take the ones on the left." he said without any further thought on the matter and Brock grinned from ear to ear.

He tossed the old pair to his left in the bushes as he took the newer ones and shoved one into Scott's mouth, tying the other tightly around to work as a cleave gag before taping his mouth shut even farther. The captive had guessed wrong... these were the dirty socks, he cursed himself for making such a brash decision.

"I wore those everyday during Gym last week, Scott." he laughed like the sadistic little trickster that he was.

With a satisfied nod, Brock declared, "We only have a couple minuets before the start of the game. Nick, I want you to guard Scott. Use your strength to make sure he doesn't get away." Nick nodded, as Brock looked at his watch and shot his gun into the air, before taking one more good look at his prisoner, and darting off to save his best friend.

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Morgan yanked Alex by the hand as her team jogged through the woods to find the weeping willow tree which would serve as their base. This beautiful tree was found by Vela before the game started, and it was old enough to offer full, covered protection with its leaves. As the rest of the team prepared, Morgan stalked behind the tree, dragging Alex with her, where a rope ladder hung from a platform.

"Climb." Morgan demanded. The group had built a platform for the tree, and put it among the branches, where it fit almost perfectly, of course it took Vela's acrobatic climbin ability and the strength of both of the twins to life the platform to such a high place. Alex climbed up to the platform, Morgan right behind him and Vela close behind her.

Morgan wore her dirty-blonde hair in a pony-tail as she donned a teal t-shirt that exposed her stomach and white shorts. Her white socks rested halfway up the ankle above her tennis shoes as her foot-tapped with impatience.

"Alright, Alex," Morgan said as they all climbed the tree and got themselves situated, "if you cooperate, we will go easier on you. If not, then we will make your time here hell."

Alex nodded nervously. With his dark brown hair and pale skin, Alex looked sick with nervousness at the situation. Wearing a white t-shirt and khaki shorts with his white and green Globes and socks that you could not see, Alex gulped and nodded.

"What was Brock going to use to keep the flag from escaping?" Morgan asked tensely.

"I think he was just gonna tie him up." Alex said simply in a strained voice.

Morgan nodded, "That is what I thought. Ok, because we said we would be easy on you, we will not be tying you up so that you have no motion, only so that we can keep you still and silent."

Alex nodded, somewhat relieved, as Vela tied his wrists behind his back with white, cotton rope and gagged him with a clean, white bandana in a cleave-gag.

The girls then left him alone and pulled the rope ladder down before Morgan spoke to her team. "Alright, you all know what to do. Don't be stupid and rush into something you can't handle and keep your cell-phones on vibrate. Vela, I want you to have first watch of Alex.

Vela nodded her consent as Morgan looked up at the platform from the front of the tree, smiling at how well it was hidden before taking off.

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To be continued, tomorrow evening.
I have AIM, leave yours and I will get back to you.

The rest to come later today, feedback is welcome.

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Nick, the 18-year old was Grey's brother. When he found out Grey was going to play Capture the Flag, he had nothing better to do, so he joined them, although Morgan was reluctant to let him. As it turned out, he helped make the teams even, so he was allowed to stay.

Nick was very tall, reahin about 6'4, but he was quite skinny. When he got excited, it was very hard to understand what he was saying. Nick always shaved his hair, and he was almost always smiling, showing his crooked, larger teeth. He wore a Carolina Blue muscle shirt and white gym-shorts with his white and Carolina blue basketball shoes and crew socks worn similar to Brock's.

He babbled excitedly to Scott, reassuring his captive that he wouldn't escape, and that Brock's team would win, while Scott thought hard for ways to escape.

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Alex rubbed his wrists around the soft, cotton rope, and found that it was too slick to slip off. He gnawed on the white bandana that he was cleave-gagged with and thought about an easy way of escape. Even if I manage to untie myself, he thought desperatley, it'll be hard to get down from this platform.

Vela paced under the plat-form, at times looking up at her captive with her blue-gray eyes. Vela was short and strong, standing at only 5'4, Vela's well-toned, thin body was tanned gold from the sun. She pulled her shoulder-length blond hair while snatching a mosquitoe from the front of her face.

Pacing barefoot under the platform, her cloggs sitting beside the tree, Vela wore long red pants and a brown t-shirt. She looked at the position of the sun... she reasoned that it was about 7:30, before pacing back and forth again.

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Brock tramped through the tall grass, Grey and Andrew close behind him as he looked out for signs of Team 1.

"Alright guys. He said after about a half-hour, "This is stupid, we should split up. Grey, you go over there," he pointed to his left, "Andrew you go there," he pointed back to where they came from and slightly to the right, "I'll go straight." The boys split up.

As Brock got through the grass, picking seeds and dirt out of his shorts and socks, he heard someone coming through the woods in the opposite direction, he quickly hid behind the

As Evan came out of the woods, he was blissfully unaware that anyone was near him. Evan was a puny kid, only about 5'3 or 4 and maybe 110 lbs. Evan wore his red hair long as it reached the bottom of his neck. He was wearing a red t-shirt and blue board shorts, with tennis shoes and socks you couldn't see over his shoes. His green-blue eyes looked across the field and knew that the other team's base must be somewhere over there...

Brock almost laughed as he saw that they let Evan go by himself. He simply walked out of hiding and pushed the boy down. Although Evan was two years older than Brock, Brock was taller than him by at least 3 inches and has over 30 lbs over him. Brock lifted Evan up and said, "If you want to stay free you'll so as I say."

Evan nodded nervously, "Ok..."

"Point out the direction of your base."

"It's back there!" he said with a jerk of the thumb, "Just please don't take me to your base."

"Fine." Brock said shortly as he pushed Evan to a tree, and taking a peice of twine, tied the scrawny boy's wrists to one of the branches. "That should hold you long enough." he said as he took off in the direction of Team 1's base.

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Morgan had been stalking Andrew since he left Brock's side. Andrew was a pale kid with bright blonde hair and bulging blue eyes. His head was dis-proportiantly larger than his body. He was wearing a white t-shirt with brown shorts and white shoes with socks you couldn't see above te shoe.

She knew him to be the weakest-willed on the other team, and it wouldn't take much to threaten him into submission. After he finally stoped, she snuck up behind him and held a sharp stick to his neck.

"Don't move." she demanded while getting into a more comfortable position. Poor Andre just gulped and panted nervously "Ok."

"Tell me which way your base is if you don't want me to cut you with this, I'm sure it's pretty sharp."

"It's over there." Andrew whimpered as he pointed out the location to their secret base.

"Good choice... Ryan!" she called. In a few second's, Scott's paler twin brother, garbed in a black t-shirt and jean-shorts with his gray and red Globes. "Take him back to the base and give him to Vela, she knows where to put our captures." Ryan nodded his consent, and with Andrew ahead of him, moved at a fast-pace to the Willow-Tree Base.

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Right before Brock got to the Willow, he heard an angry shout from below it's boughs and was about to take off running when Danielle, accompanied by Alex, ran out from underneath the long, steady leaves.

Danielle was a beautiful young girl of fifteen. She wore a purple shirt and short white shorts as she sprinted out toward Brock. Her flowing, straight brown hair trailing behind her as she ran with such swiftness.

She caught up with Brock and said, "Brock! I was barely able to save him when... Shit!" she was cut off.

Vela tore through the woods, barefoot from the Willow tree as she caught site of her escaped prisoner. Jessica was alarmed by her call, and came to her aid.

Jessica, who was by no means ugly, was taller than the other girls at 5'8. She was a natural athlete, and her long curled hair was worn down as always. She wore a green t-shirt and brown shorts.

Alex fell and Jessica ran to him, making sure he didn't get up as Danielle and Brock bolted. Vela ran by Jessica like a brown blur and tackled Danielle. Brock, being the gentlement that he was, kept running and didn't stop until he got to the field again, where he plopped down, exhausted.

"Great..." he said within breaths, "Now they've got Danielle too... I better go an make sure everythings ok at our end." and he took off again.

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The rest later.

"Look guys, you have to escape," hissed Alex, "they might not chase far after you if I don't leave."
"We can't leave you Alex..." Danielle said softly, "Brock..."
"Who gives a shit about Brock? I'm the flag so I'm more important. You all need to escape so you can help Brock and get a better plan. Right now all he is is Grey, Nick and little Josh."
"He's right." Andrew said to Danielle as he moved back-to-back with her and untied her bonds before she untied his.
"We'll be back." Danielle said seriously, "I promise."
"Good, now go. I'll distract them."

Danielle climbed down the tall tree with Andrew, although it was quite difficult and they both ended up with many scrapes and scars. They bolted through the tall leaves as Alex let out a shrill scream, so that Vela ran and climbed up to him.

"What is... What the Hell?" She asked puzzeled, "Ryan, two of them escaped! Quick, after them."

Ryan ran out of the trees boughs and said, "I'll never catch them now! Damn it!" Alex kept a cool smirk on his face as Vela and Ryan smoldered with anger.

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It didn't take long for Nick to get cocky and state, "You know what? There never gonna find you. I'm gonna get some sleep." And so he did.

Scott were freverishly against his bonds just before Morgan came and cut them loose. He then ripped his gag out and threw it down.

"Thanks, Morgan." Scott said with a smile.
"Anytime." she replied, "Now what should we do with him?"
"Let's just do a quick-tie behind the back." she suggested. They were able to te his hands with a thin peice of twine without him waking up.

As they walked quietly past him, Josh and Grey came from the other end and caught site of them.

The twelve year-old Josh had not even broken 5 feet, and he still had all of his baby. His streaked blonde hair grew wildly atop his head as he wore a yellow t-shirt, black shorts, black skating shoes and orange crew socks worn similar to Nick's and Brock's.

Grey, on the other hand, was of hispanic desent. His short croppsd black hair matched his outfit of a black t-shirt, black shoes, white shorts and white crew socks pulled up.

Scott and Morgan ran in the opposite direction, affectivley waking Nick. They ran as hard and as fast as they could, but when in the middle of the woods ran into Brock.

"Of all the shitty luck." murmered Scott. Morgan nodded in agreement. They were quickly surrounded, 4 to 2. "Split up." Scott murmered and Morgan nodded again.

"Get them!" Brock said right as the two bolted, Scott to the left and Morgan the right. Scott heard Brock's flat-feet close on his heels as he turned to the right to try to trick the predator chasing him. He took another right when he got to the field and ran right into Nick, who grabbed him and clamped a hand firmly over his mouth before lifting him off the ground and carrying him over to Brock.

As Scott was dropped, Brock said, "Nice try Scott. Take him, will ya Nick?" Nick grabbed him and ran with Brock back to base.
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Morgan was able to outsmart Grey and Josh and got back to the base, where everyone on the team was waiting for her.

After they all exchanged stories, Morgan sighed and said, "Back to square one. They are working under the buddy-system. I want you all to partner up, Vela and Ryan as one group, Jessica, Evan and Hillary the other. I'll keep watch on the base for a while." The team nodded in agreement, and set about making their own plans.
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Team 1 all got their at roughly the same time, Danielle and Andrew the last to arrive.

"Listen y'all." Brock said, "I'm exhausted, so I'm gonna watch my prisoner for a while. Then I want Grey and Josh to pair up and Andrew and Danielle, Nick can handle things by himself. Go out and lower their team numbers so we can take their base and Alex and win the game." The team broke up.

Brock then went ahead and tied the already bound Scott in a more efficient manner. He decided to tie the older boy up in the only chair on the base. He tied his wrist's to the chair's arms and his leg's to the chairs legs with the same coarse rope he used before.

He then went over to the discrded worn socks and sat down in front of Scott. The captive thought that Brock would gag him with those, but instead he removed his own shoes and socks before putting those on and rolling them down.

"You know you have to be punished for escaping, so you might as well open wide." Brock said with an evil grin. This gag tasted as foul as the last to Scott, and they were worse because they were warm from Brock's fresh foot-sweat. The thought made Scott gag, so he cleared his mind and tried to escape while Brock paced the camp.

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Morgan beamed with happiness as she saw both of her raid groups come back with posative results withing 5 minuets of each other. Although Evan had been captured by Danielle and Andrew, Ryan and Vela brought Nick back, and Jessica and Hillary returned with Josh.

"This time, make sure they're all kept seperatley." she told Vela and Ryan. Both boys were tied to seperate trees with the same cotton rope used on Alex. Nick was gagged beause he simply wouldn't shut up, but Josh was not.

"Good, now that we have a number advantage we can go ahead and raid them. The teams aren't at all evenly matched with Nick out of the picture, although I want Hillary to stay here and guard the prisoners. If anyone comes, just call us." Hillary said, "Ok, I don't want to fight anymore anyway."

The remaining four crept into the woods and prepared and assault on Team 2's camp.
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Brock was furious with Grey and Nick, Nick for allowing himself to be captured and Grey for letting Josh be captured... Josh did, afterall, trust Brock even though he was reluctant to play this game. Seeing that Danielle and Andrew only got Evan didn't improve his mood either.

"Alright, theres only one way I can see us winning now, and thats if we all four run to their base and free Alex."
"But what about them" Grey asked pointing at Scott and Evan.
"Well, I guess Scot'll have to come with us... the rules dont say we cant move the flag. Evan can stay here until Morgan gets here, so she can know she lost early."

Brock went to untie their captive from the tree and bound his wrists tightly behind his back, before leading the whole company at a jog to Team 1's base, leaving Evan as an insult to Morgan
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When Morgan and her company got to the One-Tree base, they saw it was deserted except for Evan. Morgan quickly release him and said, "Where the Hell are they?"
"The four of them took Scott and went to seige our base!" Evan declared.
"What they can't move the flag!" Morgan debated.
"Why not?" Evan said, "I thought that was the point of a human flag, wasn't it."
"Damn it..." she said, "Your right. Well, let's quit waisting time, we might catch them." And at that, they sprinted full force back to their base.
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Brock got there about two minuets before his sister. Danielle and Andrew untied Nick and Josh, while Grey held onto Hillary and Brock threw the rope-ladder up to the platform and released his best friend.

When Morgan arrived, she declared Brock the winner. After a few moments of celebration on Team 2's behalf, Brock said, "Y'all are losers." he said as he untied Scott.

"I have to admit, that was a lot of fun." Morgan said.
Everyone agreed, including Alex and Scott.

The End.
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We had a few more games like that with the whole group, and there were several tie-ups between certain members of the group after that.

Just give word if you'd like another story.

"Look guys, you have to escape," hissed Alex, "they might not chase far after you if I don't leave."
"We can't leave you Alex..." Danielle said softly, "Brock..."
"Who gives a shit about Brock? I'm the flag so I'm more important. You all need to escape so you can help Brock and get a better plan. Right now all he is is Grey, Nick and little Josh."
"He's right." Andrew said to Danielle as he moved back-to-back with her and untied her bonds before she untied his.
"We'll be back." Danielle said seriously, "I promise."
"Good, now go. I'll distract them."

Danielle climbed down the tall tree with Andrew, although it was quite difficult and they both ended up with many scrapes and scars. They bolted through the tall leaves as Alex let out a shrill scream, so that Vela ran and climbed up to him.

"What is... What the Hell?" She asked puzzeled, "Ryan, two of them escaped! Quick, after them."

Ryan ran out of the trees boughs and said, "I'll never catch them now! Damn it!" Alex kept a cool smirk on his face as Vela and Ryan smoldered with anger.

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It didn't take long for Nick to get cocky and state, "You know what? There never gonna find you. I'm gonna get some sleep." And so he did.

Scott were freverishly against his bonds just before Morgan came and cut them loose. He then ripped his gag out and threw it down.

"Thanks, Morgan." Scott said with a smile.
"Anytime." she replied, "Now what should we do with him?"
"Let's just do a quick-tie behind the back." she suggested. They were able to te his hands with a thin peice of twine without him waking up.

As they walked quietly past him, Josh and Grey came from the other end and caught site of them.

The twelve year-old Josh had not even broken 5 feet, and he still had all of his baby. His streaked blonde hair grew wildly atop his head as he wore a yellow t-shirt, black shorts, black skating shoes and orange crew socks worn similar to Nick's and Brock's.

Grey, on the other hand, was of hispanic desent. His short croppsd black hair matched his outfit of a black t-shirt, black shoes, white shorts and white crew socks pulled up.

Scott and Morgan ran in the opposite direction, affectivley waking Nick. They ran as hard and as fast as they could, but when in the middle of the woods ran into Brock.

"Of all the shitty luck." murmered Scott. Morgan nodded in agreement. They were quickly surrounded, 4 to 2. "Split up." Scott murmered and Morgan nodded again.

"Get them!" Brock said right as the two bolted, Scott to the left and Morgan the right. Scott heard Brock's flat-feet close on his heels as he turned to the right to try to trick the predator chasing him. He took another right when he got to the field and ran right into Nick, who grabbed him and clamped a hand firmly over his mouth before lifting him off the ground and carrying him over to Brock.

As Scott was dropped, Brock said, "Nice try Scott. Take him, will ya Nick?" Nick grabbed him and ran with Brock back to base.
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Morgan was able to outsmart Grey and Josh and got back to the base, where everyone on the team was waiting for her.

After they all exchanged stories, Morgan sighed and said, "Back to square one. They are working under the buddy-system. I want you all to partner up, Vela and Ryan as one group, Jessica, Evan and Hillary the other. I'll keep watch on the base for a while." The team nodded in agreement, and set about making their own plans.
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Team 1 all got their at roughly the same time, Danielle and Andrew the last to arrive.

"Listen y'all." Brock said, "I'm exhausted, so I'm gonna watch my prisoner for a while. Then I want Grey and Josh to pair up and Andrew and Danielle, Nick can handle things by himself. Go out and lower their team numbers so we can take their base and Alex and win the game." The team broke up.

Brock then went ahead and tied the already bound Scott in a more efficient manner. He decided to tie the older boy up in the only chair on the base. He tied his wrist's to the chair's arms and his leg's to the chairs legs with the same coarse rope he used before.

He then went over to the discrded worn socks and sat down in front of Scott. The captive thought that Brock would gag him with those, but instead he removed his own shoes and socks before putting those on and rolling them down.

"You know you have to be punished for escaping, so you might as well open wide." Brock said with an evil grin. This gag tasted as foul as the last to Scott, and they were worse because they were warm from Brock's fresh foot-sweat. The thought made Scott gag, so he cleared his mind and tried to escape while Brock paced the camp.

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Morgan beamed with happiness as she saw both of her raid groups come back with posative results withing 5 minuets of each other. Although Evan had been captured by Danielle and Andrew, Ryan and Vela brought Nick back, and Jessica and Hillary returned with Josh.

"This time, make sure they're all kept seperatley." she told Vela and Ryan. Both boys were tied to seperate trees with the same cotton rope used on Alex. Nick was gagged beause he simply wouldn't shut up, but Josh was not.

"Good, now that we have a number advantage we can go ahead and raid them. The teams aren't at all evenly matched with Nick out of the picture, although I want Hillary to stay here and guard the prisoners. If anyone comes, just call us." Hillary said, "Ok, I don't want to fight anymore anyway."

The remaining four crept into the woods and prepared and assault on Team 2's camp.
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Brock was furious with Grey and Nick, Nick for allowing himself to be captured and Grey for letting Josh be captured... Josh did, afterall, trust Brock even though he was reluctant to play this game. Seeing that Danielle and Andrew only got Evan didn't improve his mood either.

"Alright, theres only one way I can see us winning now, and thats if we all four run to their base and free Alex."
"But what about them" Grey asked pointing at Scott and Evan.
"Well, I guess Scot'll have to come with us... the rules dont say we cant move the flag. Evan can stay here until Morgan gets here, so she can know she lost early."

Brock went to untie their captive from the tree and bound his wrists tightly behind his back, before leading the whole company at a jog to Team 1's base, leaving Evan as an insult to Morgan
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When Morgan and her company got to the One-Tree base, they saw it was deserted except for Evan. Morgan quickly release him and said, "Where the Hell are they?"
"The four of them took Scott and went to seige our base!" Evan declared.
"What they can't move the flag!" Morgan debated.
"Why not?" Evan said, "I thought that was the point of a human flag, wasn't it."
"Damn it..." she said, "Your right. Well, let's quit waisting time, we might catch them." And at that, they sprinted full force back to their base.
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Brock got there about two minuets before his sister. Danielle and Andrew untied Nick and Josh, while Grey held onto Hillary and Brock threw the rope-ladder up to the platform and released his best friend.

When Morgan arrived, she declared Brock the winner. After a few moments of celebration on Team 2's behalf, Brock said, "Y'all are losers." he said as he untied Scott.

"I have to admit, that was a lot of fun." Morgan said.
Everyone agreed, including Alex and Scott.

The End.
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We had a few more games like that with the whole group, and there were several tie-ups between certain members of the group after that.

Just give word if you'd like another story.

We were at the tail end of a family reunion (kind of a sham, since almost all of my extended family lives close by and we see each other frequently), and Angela (18), Brittany (17), and myself were hanging out in my basement since most of my other cousins has tricked out and only thea adults were upstairs having a few drinks. Just so we are all on the same page here, Angela is a beautiful blonde with an slender yet athletic build (I know she's my cousin but facts are facts). Brittany is a brunette who is a bit on the short side but has a very cute face.
We were playing video games (which by the way, I rock at) so I was religiously beating them and suffice to say I was being a jerk about it, but all in good fun, so I didn't think anything of it when Brittany left the room and didn't return for some time.
Angela put down the controller and suggested that I play solo for awhile and give her some pointers, so I looked for any excuse to show off and agreed. I was in the middle of a heated Mini-Game in Mario Party 4, lecturing about the importance of the ground pound when I was stopped short in mid sentence by a hand clamping over my mouth.
I was startled and started mmmphing away but the hand pulled me closer into a body, and another arm rapped around my chest locking my arms at their sides!
Brittany laughed and said "Since you are so good at games, I think we should play one of our own" and I immeadiately identified the hand keeping me captive. Angela moved to help Brittany out laughing "What a great idea Britt!". To this day I don't know where it came from, but I heard the sound of duct tape ripping behind me (where I assume Angela went, I guess Brittany had brought it down) and I felt my arms being taped to my sides (a grossly ineffective way to tie someone, but when you use enough tape..).
I wanna break right here to say I was only "mildly resisting" at this point...they were both bigger and older but I could've given them a hard time if I wanted to, but I was somone intrigued by where this was all going.
So, by manuevering around Brittany, Angela effectively pinned my arms to my sides with duct tape and was moving to tape my feet together. She sat on my legs to stop me from thrashing and kicking and quickly tied my legs together with the tape.
I don't know whether it was the sheer amount of tape, the percieved tightness of Brittany's grip on my mouth, or the fact I was being dominated by my two cousins, but I started to panic a little at this point and began to struggle with purpose, attempting to scream through my cousin's hand to alert my parents upstairs.
"Hey cut it out!" Said Brittany.
"Guess we'll have to shut him up!" sighed Angela, with clearly mock sympathy. Her eyes lit up and she ran upstairs. Brittany started to tickle me lightly on my stomach and my neck with her free hand, but I'm not very ticklish and so she soon lost interest. At this point I was tired anyway and not putting up much of a fight. Angela came back down with two long, dirty looking socks and Brittany squealed "Oh Angela, that's PERFECT!". Angela shrugged her shoulders and said "We may have lost the game, but I think this might make up for it." (She played field hockey and has those long black socks). I had renewed energy for my struggle, no way were those things going in my mouth. Angela ran over and thrust her socks under my nose and I was hit with a powerful smell and my face twisted up appropriately. Brittany took her hand off my mouth and I took the gamble and screamed "Stop" of all things. Naturally, this is what they wanted and Angela crammed the sock halfway into my mouth and worked the long end of it the rest of the way making my mouth buldge with her black sock. She used the other one to tie the first one in place (around my head).
The taste was thick and bitter, and the smell from the sock under my nose was awful. I shook my head violently to try and shake it off, half out of frusteration at my whole situation. I mmmphed loudly much to their amusement and Brittany remarked I looked like a fish flopping around on the ground.
"Ok...are you ready for the game?" Said Brittany (I was pretty sure she was making this up on the spot). "You have to smell our feet with your eyes closed and tell us which is which!" I saw Angela grimmace, but reluctantly accept the idea and took off my shirt and tied it around my eyes as a crude blindfold. I was so tired at this point I decided to get it over with in hopes they would release me. After all, I had a smelly hint as to what Angela's feet smelled like.
Darkness surrounded me and I heard giggling and before I knew it there was something soft and warm on my nose. There was a faint scent to it, and it wasn't as bad as Angela's sports socks, but I didn't want to make any guesses yet (not that I could vocalize them or anything). There was some more giggling and after a few seconds the foot was withdrawn and replaced with another one with a different, and distinct odor that was worse than the first. I figured Angela had just come from the game, and this had to be her's. I heard Brittany's voice: "Ok, who was foot number one!?" like a gameshow host and Angela laughed. I grunted and mmphed to let them know I would need to be ungaged to play this. Angela tisked "Grunt once for Britt, and twice for me" and then laughed again at her own suggestion. I mmphed loudly once indicating my choice and waited. "Very good" Said Brittany "You should be a pediatrist" and there was more laughter and I thought I could make out the sound of a third voice. I immediately wondered whether I was being cheated, but responded to "Who was number 2?" with two short mmphs.
There was a chorus of laughed and I was unblindfolded and Angela said "Oh so sorry! But thanks for playing" and I noticed a new girl who I hadn't met before standing with my two cousins kind of blushing but laughing along all the same. Angela said "Meet Melanie, she is picking me up to go to a party tonight, but I figured while she was in she could help us out." Now I was really embarrassed..I think Melanie was the goalie for her team, but I did remember that Angela was supposed to leave to go to a party. I knew my horrible ordeal was coming to a close. "Britt I have to go" Said Angela "Do what you wish with him" (She mimicked a rich, disinterested woman). Melanie kneeled down by my head after she put her shoes back on and said "Nice meeting you kiddo", smiled, and got up and left with Angela whose parting words were "You can keep my socks, I think you've grown rather attached to them!" and I mmmphed angerly. Brittany soon freed me after they left, after teasing me and threatening to take pictures...I was a little mad at her for suggesting and starting the whole idea but by the next time our families met up we were friends again. Sometimes Brittany and Angela still joke about it and Angela will occasionally ask if anyone has seen her black socks (which I lost track of, I'm sure my mom picked them up or something).

Let me know what you think, I've got a few more one involving Angela and some of her friends.

-Jeff

The bulk of my tie up game experiences were my high school years, age 15-18. When I was a freshman in high school, I met a girl named Sarah on the soccer team. I was new in town, so she introduced me to some of her friends. I soon found out they played tie up games all the time. It was usually just us girls who played, we rarely included any boys. The games were not sexual, for me anyway, and I don't think they were for them either. It was just a fun way to spend an afternoon or weekend. I will post about these experiences soon.

In the effort of keeping my stories in order, I will post my first experiences first, as I remember them. My first time I got really tied up, I was around 8 years old. My parents would often go out on nights and weekends, so they left me with her friend's daughter, Maria. She was in 8th grade I believe.

I loved when Maria would babysit me. She was the only girl who wasn't my age or an adult that I knew. As a result, I looked up to her and wanted to be just like her. She was really nice, and would play games or watch movies with me.

I remember one particular time she was trying to do her homework, and I kept bugging her to play a game with me. I was bored and annoying her on purpose so she would give me attention. Suddenly she blurted out "What do I have to tie and gag you to get some peace and quiet?!" This intrigued me. I had never been tied up before, but I saw it on cartoons and TV shows all the time, and it seemed exciting. I didn't really think she would do it, and ignored her threat. Eventually she got fed up, shouted "That's it, wait here!" and stormed out of the living room toward her room. I just stood there waiting, wondering what she was doing.

When she returned, she had a bundle of belts and scarves in her hand. She dumped it all on the couch and called me over. I walked over nervously, a bit excited she was actually going to tie me up. She tied my hands securely behind my back with a pair of pantyhose, and pushed me onto the couch. Then she strapped my ankles together with a leather belt. Next she cleave gagged me with a scarf. "That should hold ya." she said, and went into the kitchen to finish her homework, leaving me to struggle on the couch.

I rolled around and struggled with my hands for a bit, enjoying the feeling of being tied up. I couldn't slip my hands out or untie the knot. I was able to unbuckle the belt around my ankles with a bit of work, however. After a bit of rubbing my face against the couch, I got the gag to fall loose around my neck as well. I proudly strutted into the kitchen with my hands still bound showing off that I had escaped. Maria just said "I guess I was too nice", and started untying my wrists. I thought we were done, and was a bit disappointed. She surprised me by sitting me in one of the tall backed kitchen chairs, and retying my wrists through the middle bar in the back. She put my gag back on, tightening it a bit. Maria left the room and came back with the rest of the stuff from the living room. She used two long scarves to tie each of my feet to the legs of the chair separately. Then she strapped my waist to the back of the chair with the leather belt, buckling it in front, away from my hands. She finished the tie with a bath robe belt around my chest and the chair, pinning me further against it. I struggled for awhile but could not get out. So I had to sit still and watch her do her homework, giggling and trying to talk through my gag. When she finished, she untied me and we watched TV together.

This became our routine. Every time she babysat me she would tie me up while she did her homework, and released me when she finished. One time she had an important report to do, so I was gagged and tied up on the couch at my wrists, arms, thighs, knees, and ankles for almost the whole night. She would vary the tie each time. Sometimes I was chair tied, sometimes tied to the bed, or in the closet, or in what I later learned was a called a hogtie. Sometimes I was blindfolded, and I was always gagged. I always tried my best to escape, being proud when I succeeded. When I did manage to escape (which was rare), I'd run back to her and gloat and she would tie me tighter until she finished.

I asked her a number of times if I could tie her up, but she always refused. Eventually I grew older and didn't need a babysitter anymore. I didn't have any good tie up experiences for awhile after that.

That's all for now. I will post some of my high school stories soon. Take care.

I'm also looking forward to hearing about your high school experiences as well, but I'd love to hear about your other babysitter experiences too.

Thanks for sharing your story with us!

After I captured these 5 girls, one of them being my girl friend, (I'll tell the story of that if anyone wants to hear it) and now they wanted revenge against me. They had obviously been planning this for at least a week.

My girlfriend called me over to her house, she said she needed to show me something, so I went over. Just before I reached her house I was ambushed by all 5 girls, they quickly pulled me to the ground and cuffed my hands behind my back (with real handcuffs). They one of them then said "you'd better corporate, because your going to go where we want one way or another." So I thought, there is no point resisting, my hands were cuffed so there was not much I could do anyway.

They led me to a small wood not far from my girl friends house, as we entered I clearly saw a large plastic box. We stopped in front if it, and one of the girls said to me, "this is a clear airtight box, and this is where you are going to stay for a while. You would suffocate inside if is wasn't for the long air tube sticking out of the top." One of them opened the box and the other 4 threw me inside, they then locked it with a heavy padlock and dangled the key just in front of the glass. It was attached to a chain that my girlfriend put round her neck.

They all walked off and left me there, still handcuffed and totally helpless. About 20mins after they left it began to rain, it was coming in the large air pipe into my air and water tight box. It was very slowly filling up. The ground around the box was very muddy and as the rain got harder I could feel the box sinking very slowly in the mud. The more water I took on in the box the faster I would sink, I knew this, I shouted for help but there was no one walking the wood at the time. I began throwing myself at the door but the padlock was too strong. When I was nudging, the door I was moving the box slightly and as a result, sinking faster. I decided to stay as still as possible to avoid faster sinking and hoped the girls wound come back soon.

The water level was rising in the box as the rain got much harder, it was up to my waist after about 2hours of really heavy rain and about 3hours of rain all together. The box had sunk in the ground past my knees. There was nothing I could do, I was just kneeling there, in this box waiting and hoping for rescue. After about another hour and a half the water level had risen to just below my shoulders and I had sunk just past and waist in the ground. There was no sign of the girls and I was trapped in a box filling with water and sinking in the ground and I was freezing my ass off. About 45mins later the water was just below my mouth, I had moved my head up as far as it could go in the box and I was sinking almost to the middle of my ribs. I couldn't believe it, I thought I was going to die but in the distance I see 5 frantic girls running towards me.

The padlock was under the mud so my girlfriend couldn't take it off. They all tried pulling me out by using the air pipe and I was slowly getting out, but the water was still coming in and I could hardly keep my head above it anymore. I was almost out of the mud when I took the last breath of air I could. As soon as I was high enough my girlfriend took the key and opened the lock, by the time she got the padlock off I had almost passed out because of the lack of oxygen. The door was thrust open and I fell forward onto the mud. I wasn't breathing, my girlfriend flipped me on by back pounded my chest and gave me mouth to mouth. To took about 4mins but she managed to save my life and start me breathing again. They all lifted me to my feet and they helped me to my girlfriends house where they practically did what ever I wanted because they put my life at risk.

It was one of the best experiences of my life, but I wouldn't want to repeat it.

After I captured these 5 girls, one of them being my girl friend, (I'll tell the story of that if anyone wants to hear it) and now they wanted revenge against me. They had obviously been planning this for at least a week.

My girlfriend called me over to her house, she said she needed to show me something, so I went over. Just before I reached her house I was ambushed by all 5 girls, they quickly pulled me to the ground and cuffed my hands behind my back (with real handcuffs). They one of them then said "you'd better corporate, because your going to go where we want one way or another." So I thought, there is no point resisting, my hands were cuffed so there was not much I could do anyway.

They led me to a small wood not far from my girl friends house, as we entered I clearly saw a large plastic box. We stopped in front if it, and one of the girls said to me, "this is a clear airtight box, and this is where you are going to stay for a while. You would suffocate inside if is wasn't for the long air tube sticking out of the top." One of them opened the box and the other 4 threw me inside, they then locked it with a heavy padlock and dangled the key just in front of the glass. It was attached to a chain that my girlfriend put round her neck.

They all walked off and left me there, still handcuffed and totally helpless. About 20mins after they left it began to rain, it was coming in the large air pipe into my air and water tight box. It was very slowly filling up. The ground around the box was very muddy and as the rain got harder I could feel the box sinking very slowly in the mud. The more water I took on in the box the faster I would sink, I knew this, I shouted for help but there was no one walking the wood at the time. I began throwing myself at the door but the padlock was too strong. When I was nudging, the door I was moving the box slightly and as a result, sinking faster. I decided to stay as still as possible to avoid faster sinking and hoped the girls wound come back soon.

The water level was rising in the box as the rain got much harder, it was up to my waist after about 2hours of really heavy rain and about 3hours of rain all together. The box had sunk in the ground past my knees. There was nothing I could do, I was just kneeling there, in this box waiting and hoping for rescue. After about another hour and a half the water level had risen to just below my shoulders and I had sunk just past and waist in the ground. There was no sign of the girls and I was trapped in a box filling with water and sinking in the ground and I was freezing my ass off. About 45mins later the water was just below my mouth, I had moved my head up as far as it could go in the box and I was sinking almost to the middle of my ribs. I couldn't believe it, I thought I was going to die but in the distance I see 5 frantic girls running towards me.

The padlock was under the mud so my girlfriend couldn't take it off. They all tried pulling me out by using the air pipe and I was slowly getting out, but the water was still coming in and I could hardly keep my head above it anymore. I was almost out of the mud when I took the last breath of air I could. As soon as I was high enough my girlfriend took the key and opened the lock, by the time she got the padlock off I had almost passed out because of the lack of oxygen. The door was thrust open and I fell forward onto the mud. I wasn't breathing, my girlfriend flipped me on by back pounded my chest and gave me mouth to mouth. To took about 4mins but she managed to save my life and start me breathing again. They all lifted me to my feet and they helped me to my girlfriends house where they practically did what ever I wanted because they put my life at risk.

It was one of the best experiences of my life, but I wouldn't want to repeat it.

It was the summer of 2004, two of my friends were coming over to spend the night because my parents where going to be gone all weekend at a charity ball or some shit like that.
Jeff: 5'6 135 pds, long brown hair and brown eyes, kind of small
And
Luke: dirty blonde hair really blue eyes, 5'7 and 145pds.

They got to my house at around 8:00 and through their stuff down in my family room. Luke was wearing black athletic pants, dark blue Nike shirt and long green socks under his new balance shoes. Jeff had on a white quick silver short, camo pants and long black socks and vans shoes. I was wearing a black shirt camo pants and long white socks with new balance shoes.

Luke: What do you guys want to do?
Jeff: we have our pant ball guns, lets play manhunt in the backyard.
Me: sure, but if you get hit you have to be the prisoner of the person who shot you.

They agreed with much excitement. My backyard is huge so using paint-ball guns wouldn't bother any one who lived around me. After we loaded our guns we went out in different direction and I shouted "Game On." I couldn't see anything, but I heard guns going off all around me. I hit the ground and started to make my way to some cover. "There's no way that I'm going to be their prisoner"I thought to myself. Just then I saw Jeff walk right in front of me, about 30ft away. I picked him off right in the face mask, I was beautiful. "Sucks for you" I told him. I took his gun and lead him into the house. We went down to the basement which was almost furnished.

I sat him in a chair and told him to kick off his shoes. As he did so I couldn't help but look at his dirty white socks. I went up to him and tied the rope around him hands 5 times and then I brought the rope up in-between the wrist and wrapped it 3 times. I turned to his chest and tied another peace of rope around his chest about 8 times making it extremely hard for him to move. Then I began to tie both of his feet to the legs of the chair. I tied rope 5 times around each. Now it was time for a gag. I went to the cloths hamper and got some of my smelly ankle socks. I shoved one in his mouth and then I grabbed a long sock and cleave gagged him. I started to stoke his socks and they smelled fantastic. I don't normally apply a blindfold but because I still had one more victim to capture. I took a long white sock and tied it around his eyes. He started MMMHHHHPPPing really loud into his gag and I loved the sound.

I grabbed my gun and made my way up stairs. I was starting to walk outside when I felt 3 paintable break on my chest. "F***," "that's right Jimbo your mine tonight." Luke said in a sinister voice. He lead me down to the basement and saw what I had been up too.
Luke: Well Jeff you conferrable.
Jeff: MMMMHHHHPPPPPP

Luke lead me over to the center of the room and told me to take off my shoes and my shirt. I did as he said and Luke began to tie my hands in a similar fashion as Jeff. He tied my elbows together and then moved down to my feet. He tied my ankles together and roped the rope around them 6 times. After he was done he started stoking the bottom of my soles. I laughed uncontrollably and he finally stuffed on of his own socks in my mouth and tied the other around my head. MMMMMMMHHHHPPPP was the only thing I could say to my capture. Luke moved over to Jeff and tickled his sides and stomach, Jeff is extremely ticklish and went nuts through his gag.

That's all for now. E-mail e and let me know what you think.
P.S. my tie-up webpage is coming soon

Now let's calculate:
6 feet divided by 2 (assumption 1), the result divided by 20 (assumption 2): there wouldn't even be two inches of water in your cage!

So, what you describe would only be possible if the top end of the tube would be a funnel at least the size of a basketball field.

Not only was the story totally made up but anyone in their right mind would NEVER leave anyone like that alone in a situation like that for any period of time.

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Also, I'm supposed to believe that a few teenage girls somehow got their hands on some kind of large human prison box like you described AND were able to move it into the woods?

This page is for true stories. If your going to write nonfiction, at least make it believable.

My stories may seem a little cruel at times. There were usually no time limits for how long we spent bound. There were also no set rules on what you could or could not do to the victim after they lost the game, although we never took it too far. Everything was at the full discretion of whoever was untied. This really added a rush to the games, and kept them from losing their edge. In a way it was fun being totally at the mercy or in complete charge of each other. There were some rules, depending on what game we were playing. For example, if it was a time limit to free yourself, or a race with someone else to be the first untied, you could not add more ropes or retie knots after it started.

And finally, I will briefly describe all the players of our games. All of us were very fit and athletic throughout high school. We played together on the both the fall and spring soccer teams. We were not really part of the snobby popular crowd, but there wasn't really one in our high school. While we were great friends and very close, we did not spend all our time together. And when we were together we were not always playing tie ups. We had active social lives and liked to hang at with others, go to parties, and all that jazz.

There was me, age 15 at the time I joined the games, long dark brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build, and medium height. I am extremely ticklish pretty much everywhere. If you exclude my secret spot I was the 2nd most ticklish of the group. I was a novice at the knots when I first started, but learned quickly. I was average at escaping, but always gave my best effort.

There was Sarah, who I guess would be considered the leader, but we all had our own minds. She was the oldest by about 5 months. Sarah was the typical blond bombshell. Tall, lean, large breasts even at 15, beautiful long blond hair, and big blue eyes. She was the prettiest of any of us, arguably the prettiest in the school. There were rumors she was a tease and a prude with the boys. Sarah was an average escaper and tier. She was the most merciless tickler tho. Being very ticklish herself, she could take it well too.

There was Kim, the smallest. She was very skinny and short. Kim was full Japanese, and had that exotic beauty. She was a gymnast and extremely flexible, and was the best escape artist we had. She would bend and twist her body into odd positions to get to knots we thought were out of reach, or slip out the rope. In addition, Kim was the most inventive and best tier. She was not someone you would want to face in any kind of escape competition. She was generally the most ticklish of all of us. Her little feet were by far her most ticklish part.

There was Alicia, the crazy one of the group. She was part Hispanic, and had dark skin and jet black hair. She was strong and well muscled for a girl. She could beat many boys at arm wrestling easily. Alicia was the toughest, and could take tough ties and cruel punishment the best. She was always inventing new torture and punishment methods to try. She also came up with base rules for most of the games we played. It was tough to judge how ticklish Alicia was, she would laugh and buck and squirm like the rest of us, but it was almost impossible to get her to beg or cry.

There was also Beth, but she only played once in awhile. Beth was a year younger than us, and had mostly different friends. She lived next door to Sarah's house, where we played most often. She had red hair, green eyes, and very fair skin with A LOT of freckles. Beth HATED to be tickled, and would usually go home in a huff after a game.

Anyway, enough backround already. Stay tuned for the first story.

Learning the Hard Way

My introduction to the tie up games came one day after school, some time in the beginning of the second week of freshman year. I had gone home and was doing some homework, when Sarah called me and asked if I wanted to come over and hang out. Alicia and Kim were over, both girls I knew, but not too well. She lived in walking distance and met me half way. Sarah lived with her mom, who held some high powered office job. As a result, they were quite well of financially, but she was never home. When we got to her house, Sarah showed me around a bit. Her house was both beautiful and huge. The walls and corners were filled with antiques and art. It was one of those places you feel awkward in and are afraid to touch anything for fear of breaking it. When we got to the TV room, I was greeted by quite a site. This room had quite a different feel from the rest of the house. It was very modern and functional looking. It was decked out with expensive furniture. Two large black leather couches formed an L against two walls, a small end table taking up the corner between them. A large glass coffee table was in front of one couch, and an ottoman sat in front of the other, it too leather. Nearby was a black leather recliner. They all faced the other corner, which had a large entertainment system taking up half of both walls to either side. In the center was a big screen TV. Had I noticed these things, I would have been amazed. But my eyes were immediately drawn to Alicia.

She was hogtied on one of the couches. She was barefoot, and had on a pair of jeans and a tshirt. Cotton ropes were wrapped around her wrists and ankles, which were connected by more rope. Additional rope was wrapped around her chest, above and below her breasts, pinning her arms down. Her hands were pinned to her butt with more rope around her waist and between her legs. Even more rope was tied above and below her knees. Duct tape was wrapped over her mouth and head several times, gagging her. She mmphed softly and struggled around a bit. Kim, looking proud, was sitting at the end of the couch, next to her feet, with a big smile on her face. Kim was dressed the same, barefoot in jeans and tshirt. It was quite a site. Little did I know that I would experience being bound on that soft leather couch in this wonderful room many many times.

I just stared for a minute or so before Sarah broke the silence. She explained that they tied each other up all the time, and it was no big deal. Alicia had been bound for around 15 minutes so far, and had half an hour left to escape. Sarah surprised me again if she asked if I would like to try. Watching Alicia struggle around was pretty exciting and she looked like she was having an okay time. I was reminded of the times when my old baby sitter Maria would tie me up. I hesitated, and Sarah reassured me they would go easy, so I agreed. Near the couch was a large cardboard box. It was filled mostly with soft cotton rope, but also contained a few rolls of duct tape, bandannas, and various other straps and belts. She had me sit on the edge of the leather recliner near the couch, picked up a few coils of rope from the box, and approached me.

Without saying anything, she twisted me around a bit, and moved my hands palm to palm behind me. I looked over my shoulder at what she was doing as she wrapped the rope snugly around my wrists about 6 times. It felt snug, but not very tight, and I expected to be able to slip my hands through with some work. That changed, however, when she wrapped more rope between my wrists, cinching them up. They were suddenly bound quite tightly. She took my boots off, "to make me more comfortable", and began to tie my ankles the same way, pushing the bottom of my jeans up a bit and wrapping my bare skin. I watched her intently, at the same time I twisted and pulled on my wrists. I really enjoyed the feeling of the tight ropes against my skin, and the helplessness that came with it. After my feet she tied another rope just above my knees. Next she wrapped a rope tightly around my stomach and bound wrists, pinning them into my back. She cinched this one between my back and wrists as well. As she was finishing, Kim approached with a roll of duct tape and a wash cloth. She asked if I would like to be gagged, and I nodded. "Open up" she said, and stuffed the cloth in my mouth. Then Sarah held my hair up, while Kim wrapped the tape over my mouth and around my head several times. The sticky tape was pushed tightly against my face, sealing my lips and trapping the wash cloth inside. I tried to talk, but could only make quiet mmph sounds and growl noises with my throat.

Suddenly, Sarah pushed me and I fell back against the chair. She looked at the clock and said "okay, we'll give you a half hour to get out, go! I wondered what happened if I was not free by then, but couldn't ask. " And you Alicia, you have about 10 minutes left." Sarah said with a laugh as she and Kim left the room. Alicia, who had been laying comfortably in her hogtie watching me get bound, let out a whine from her gag and started struggling again. I struggled for a few minutes, before settling down and trying to find a knot to pick. My fingers felt around the ropes, but the knot for my hands was on the top side of my bindings, away from my fingers. There was no way I could reach it. The rope pinning my arms to my back was knotted out of reach too. The knots for my ankles and knees were tied on the front as well. The only thing I could do was try to slip the waist rope down to get more freedom with my hands. It was tight tho, pushing itself into the skin around my bare belly, as my shirt had risen. In 10 minutes, I hadn't gotten anywhere, and Alicia's time was up. She had made no progress at all the entire 45 minutes she was bound. They approached her, Sarah sitting down by her feet and Kim kneeling by her side. I thought they were going to untie her.

But they suddenly started tickling her! Sarah raked her nails along Alicia's bare feet and Kim squeezed her sides. She bucked and squirmed, her laughter muffled by the gag. Kim moved her hands along her waist, sides, and ribs, squeezing and pinching and wiggling her fingers. Alicia twisted away, trying to block the tickles as best she could. She twisted to her side, her back away from Kim, the couch giving her side some shelter. This left her other side open, however, and Kim simply grabbed that one. She tried to squirm back down, but Sarah sat on her legs, pinning her on her side. With one hand Sarah grabbed both her big toes and pulled them back. This immobilized her feet and stretched the skin on her soles. Sarah raked and flicked the nails of her other hand up and down the stretched, vulnerable soles, giggling to herself the entire time. Kim had now stood up and and, with both hands under Alicia's shirt, tickled her bare belly and side. Maria continued to laugh hard into her gag, struggling futilely.

After watching in amazement for several minutes, I realized I was in trouble too. If I didn't escape in time, they would probably do this to me. I had less than 15 minutes left, and had made no progress. I struggled hard for those 15 minutes, and they tickled Maria almost the entire time. They gave her a break when she got so out of breath her laughter went silent, but were right back at it again a short minute later.

Maria lie face down in the couch panting, as Sarah first inspected her bonds and extremities and then removed the tape and bandannas from her mouth. Kim went to get her some water, which she drank through a straw. She didn't say anything, and didn't seem angry. When they finished with Maria, both looked over at me with evil little grins. I shook my head and mmphed through my gag, renewing my struggles. Sarah came over and pushed the bar on the recliner down, forcing me to lie back and shooting my feet up on the rest. They ignored my gagged pleas, and Sarah straddled me on the chair, while Kim sat by my feet. Oh god here it comes.

They were only lightly tickling, but it was still tough. I had constant giggles spilling from my stomach. When you can't breathe through your mouth, even light giggles can make you breathless if they don't stop. They kept this up for several minutes, and I was going mad. When someone is very ticklish and helpless like I was, its hard to keep the tickles light. It's just natural to tickle hard, and you find yourself doing it without having made a conscious switch. Eventually, Sarah stepped it up by adding speed and pressure. She pressed and wiggled her fingers into my sides, tummy, and ribs. With the intensity of the tickling picking up, so did my struggles and laughter. I bucked, kicked, and twisted, laughing hard into my gag. Kim and Sarah laughed along with me. It tickled so bad, and I was helpless to stop it.

Finally, when I thought I was gonna die from lack of oxygen, they stopped. Unfortunately, the break only lasted long enough for Kim to retrieve another rope and lash my bound feet to the foot cushion. I lightly pleaded through my gag. Alicia laughed at me from her hogtied position on the couch.

Again they started, my ability to kick and swing my feet gone this time. They tickled me for another 10 minutes or so, alternating between brief attacks of intense torture, and more mild, lighter tickles to let me catch my breath a bit.

I was tickled for around 20 minutes total, and I was totally exhausted. I was sweating, and my bare arms and legs stuck to the leather. I love the look of leather. I love the soft, cool feel of it, but don't when it gets hot and sticks to the skin. They unwrapped the tape from my mouth, which hurt a bit, but wasn't too bad because it didn't catch any hair. I was given some water, and regagged with the same wash cloth and a scarf, which was tied tightly around my head, pushing the cloth deep into my mouth.

To my surprise, they went over and started tickling Alicia again. Alicia rolled onto her back and pushed her feet into the leather cushion. The girls were fine with this position, and pushed her side against the couch back, preventing her from rolling. Sarah knelt by her legs and held her against the back of the couch with one hand, while she squeezed her knees and thighs with the other. Kim took her position in front of Alicia's upper body, and tickled all over her ribs, stomach, sides, waist, and neck. They tickled the crap out of her for a long time. She got too tired to struggle after awhile and just lay there laughing hoarsely.

Meanwhile, I forced my tired muscles to search for escape. All the struggling hadn't loosened my bonds much, if at all. I did manage to slip the rope around my stomach down to my waist, but couldn't get it over my hips. I was too tired, and decided to reserve the little strength I had left. My fate was in the hands of these two tickle monsters and there was nothing I could do about it. It was the first time in my life I felt truly helpless. It really gave me a thrill. I just sat and watched them tickle Alicia, fearing, but almost hoping for, another tickle assault.

My fears were realized soon enough. They took pity (more like got bored with) Alicia, and switched back to me. This time, Kim worked my upper body, while Sarah took my feet and knees. By the time they were done, tears were streaming down my face, and my skin had little red marks everywhere. My lungs and stomach hurt from laughing so much. I always felt great after a good tickling. It was pretty torturous during, but after I would feel almost euphoric. It felt great to be untied. I enjoyed being bound, but my muscles were getting stiff and my wrists and ankles were sore. I had a good stretch when I could move again. Alicia and I had some pretty bright rope marks, but they faded after an hour or so.

Over an hour had passed since I first arrived at Sarah's, but her mother wasn't due back for several more. We had time for another game.

that was a great story

This happened when I first joined Scouts last year.

At the first couple of meetings, they was finishing up with First Aid for the guys who wanted the merit badge. Then, at the third meeting we started on Pioneering and was learning more about knots and all the lashings for making things in the woods or at camp.

The assistant Scoutmaster was in charge of my patrol. He passed out some poles and stick, to tie together with the different lashings, for us to practice. There was lots of rope, but not enough of the sticks or poles to go around, and you had to wait for someone to finish

Well, I didn't want to miss out, so I got some ropes and sat down and decided to use my own legs like poles. So, I took off my shoes and socks to start with my feet. But my toes were too little for the ropes, so I tied my ankles first.
I crossed them and tied them in the "diagonal lashing" (like an X, and in between). Then I tied my legs with the "shear lashing" in two places (side by side, and in between again). I used long pieces of rope to go around my legs at the calves, and again on my thighs. When I took the rope in between the wraps, I pulled it pretty snug and tied it off with a double square knot.
I figured the 'shear' lashing would work around my arms and body too, cause you could use 3 sticks tied together with it to make stuff at camp, like tri-pods for stools.

continued next. Jon

We were at my house trying to decide what to do. Becky came up with the idea to play a kidnapping game. One of us would be the bad guy and try to kidnap the others and hold them for ransom to my mom. Well we all argued about who was going to be the bad guy. Robby thought only a boy could be the bad guy, and the girls had to be captured. We definately didn't agree with that.

Finally we settled on Becky being the bad guy and Robby being a cop. Robby ran home to get his little cop toy set that had plastic handcuffs and a cap gun and badge. We had until he got back to hide.

Becky said she had to tie me up because I was the hostage. I said we wouldn't have time anyway and she better just hide me soon before Robby came back. I didn't really want to be tied up. Becky said she knew he would take forver to find his stuff and we had enough time.

She had me sit on my bed while she ran downstairs and got a roll of duct tape from the garrage. My mom was busy doing laundry and stuff so she didn't know what we were up to.

Becky crossed my hands behind my back and wrapped tape around them like 30 times. Then she wrapped more inbetween my hands up and down. When she was finished it was really tight and I couldn't move my hands at all. She put a few pieces over my mouth as a gag.

She got a squirtgun and a chair from my room and led me into my parents room. Becky made me sit in the chair. She taped my ankles together and wrapped tape around me and the chair, covering almost my entire upperbody. She wrapped more tape around my legs, and then taped my legs one of the chair legs. All the tape was really tight and couldn't move at all. I was getting scared. I knew it would hurt comming off because all I had on was shorts and a tshirt, so most of the tape was on my skin. I kept mmmphing to her that this was too much but she ingored me.

When she was finished I couldn't move an inch. She closed the closet door and left to hide from Robby. I couldn't help to feel that I got totally shorted in this game. They were running around with toy guns trying to capture eachother, and I was stuck taped to a chair in the closet. All I could do was hope that Robby would come rescue me.

After about 20 minutes the closet door opened. It was Robby!
We was like OMG she did this to you?! He bent down to start freeing me, and Becky popped out from under the bed! She was waiting in ambuse the entire time. She pointed her squirt gun at Robby and made him kick his gun and cuffs over to her. She cuffed one of Robbies wrists to my chair while she retrieved another chair from my room. Now I was screwed, Robby was sopposed to rescue me and he got captured too.

When she got back she recuffed Robbies hands behind him, and then taped his mouth shut. She taped him to the chair, but didn't use as much tape as she did on me.

Becky laughed at us and shut the door. She came back a few minutes later showing us a ransom note she had written to my mom. It demanded 50$ to ever see us again. She then used an old poloroid camera my grandfather had given me as a gift to snap a few pictures of us tied up.

She then shut the closet door and left to give the ransom to my mom. Like 20 minutes passed before we heard anything. Robby and I just sat there making noises at eachother from the gag. Robby tried to inch his chair over to me but almost fell over, so he stopped.

We heard somone come into my moms room, and then the bed creak. I heard my mom speek. She said alright evil kidnapper tell me where my daughter is right now. Becky giggled and said never! Robby started to mmph for my mom, but I quietly mmphed for him to stop and shook my head. I wanted to play along and see what would happen.

Suddenly we heard Becky giggling and laughing like crazy. My mom kept asking where she had hidden us but Becky just kept laughing and laughing, occisanly yelling out NEVER between laughs. My mom was tickle torturing Becky for the information! It went on for about 5 minutes before she finnaly revealed we were in the closet.

My mom opened it and untied us. The tape really hurt comming off and left sticky stuff all over. We saw Becky had her hands taped behind her back and ankles taped together. My mom said she would leave Becky in the hands of the police officer, and went back downstairs.

Becky just looked at us from the bed with a sly little smile. My mom tickling Becky had given both of us the same idea. We taped her mouth and added more tape to her arms and legs. Then we started tickling her. I tickled her feet and Robby tickled her ribs and sides. She went bonkers and was laughing like crazy through her gag and struggling like crazy. We tickled her for a half hour for revenge for taping us to the chairs. Eventually we relased her and went downstairs and my mom had made us cookies. My mom said she knew where we were hidden the whole time because she could see the backround of the closet in the pictures, but she wanted to play along.

The end. I have a few more stories including one of tieing up and tickling my mom if you want to hear them.

We were at my house trying to decide what to do. Becky came up with the idea to play a kidnapping game. One of us would be the bad guy and try to kidnap the others and hold them for ransom to my mom. Well we all argued about who was going to be the bad guy. Robby thought only a boy could be the bad guy, and the girls had to be captured. We definately didn't agree with that.

Finally we settled on Becky being the bad guy and Robby being a cop. Robby ran home to get his little cop toy set that had plastic handcuffs and a cap gun and badge. We had until he got back to hide.

Becky said she had to tie me up because I was the hostage. I said we wouldn't have time anyway and she better just hide me soon before Robby came back. I didn't really want to be tied up. Becky said she knew he would take forver to find his stuff and we had enough time.

She had me sit on my bed while she ran downstairs and got a roll of duct tape from the garrage. My mom was busy doing laundry and stuff so she didn't know what we were up to.

Becky crossed my hands behind my back and wrapped tape around them like 30 times. Then she wrapped more inbetween my hands up and down. When she was finished it was really tight and I couldn't move my hands at all. She put a few pieces over my mouth as a gag.

She got a squirtgun and a chair from my room and led me into my parents room. Becky made me sit in the chair. She taped my ankles together and wrapped tape around me and the chair, covering almost my entire upperbody. She wrapped more tape around my legs, and then taped my legs one of the chair legs. All the tape was really tight and couldn't move at all. I was getting scared. I knew it would hurt comming off because all I had on was shorts and a tshirt, so most of the tape was on my skin. I kept mmmphing to her that this was too much but she ingored me.

When she was finished I couldn't move an inch. She closed the closet door and left to hide from Robby. I couldn't help to feel that I got totally shorted in this game. They were running around with toy guns trying to capture eachother, and I was stuck taped to a chair in the closet. All I could do was hope that Robby would come rescue me.

After about 20 minutes the closet door opened. It was Robby!
We was like OMG she did this to you?! He bent down to start freeing me, and Becky popped out from under the bed! She was waiting in ambuse the entire time. She pointed her squirt gun at Robby and made him kick his gun and cuffs over to her. She cuffed one of Robbies wrists to my chair while she retrieved another chair from my room. Now I was screwed, Robby was sopposed to rescue me and he got captured too.

When she got back she recuffed Robbies hands behind him, and then taped his mouth shut. She taped him to the chair, but didn't use as much tape as she did on me.

Becky laughed at us and shut the door. She came back a few minutes later showing us a ransom note she had written to my mom. It demanded 50$ to ever see us again. She then used an old poloroid camera my grandfather had given me as a gift to snap a few pictures of us tied up.

She then shut the closet door and left to give the ransom to my mom. Like 20 minutes passed before we heard anything. Robby and I just sat there making noises at eachother from the gag. Robby tried to inch his chair over to me but almost fell over, so he stopped.

We heard somone come into my moms room, and then the bed creak. I heard my mom speek. She said alright evil kidnapper tell me where my daughter is right now. Becky giggled and said never! Robby started to mmph for my mom, but I quietly mmphed for him to stop and shook my head. I wanted to play along and see what would happen.

Suddenly we heard Becky giggling and laughing like crazy. My mom kept asking where she had hidden us but Becky just kept laughing and laughing, occisanly yelling out NEVER between laughs. My mom was tickle torturing Becky for the information! It went on for about 5 minutes before she finnaly revealed we were in the closet.

My mom opened it and untied us. The tape really hurt comming off and left sticky stuff all over. We saw Becky had her hands taped behind her back and ankles taped together. My mom said she would leave Becky in the hands of the police officer, and went back downstairs.

Becky just looked at us from the bed with a sly little smile. My mom tickling Becky had given both of us the same idea. We taped her mouth and added more tape to her arms and legs. Then we started tickling her. I tickled her feet and Robby tickled her ribs and sides. She went bonkers and was laughing like crazy through her gag and struggling like crazy. We tickled her for a half hour for revenge for taping us to the chairs. Eventually we relased her and went downstairs and my mom had made us cookies. My mom said she knew where we were hidden the whole time because she could see the backround of the closet in the pictures, but she wanted to play along.

The end. I have a few more stories including one of tieing up and tickling my mom if you want to hear them.

Just then my friend, Connor, came by and thought what I had done looked cool and said I did it right and a good job.
Then he said, "let me do the 'square lashing' on your hands".
Well, that's the hardest one to learn and do, so I said "ok". Even with my arms already tied, I could put my hands out front, but Connor said, "No, put them behind the back."
So, I did, and he crossed my hands and began tying them in the "square lashing".

Connor was really good and knew the lashings already. I could feel the ropes going over and under and in between my wrists while he was tying the square lashing. He did it right too, and I couldn't even twist my hands in any directon when he finished. Like the square lashing is supposed to do. It felt weird, but sorta nice too, to be so helpless and tied up like I was. I knew I couldn't get out by myself, that was for sure.

Some of the other Scouts was watching us and seeing how Connor did it, and so was the assistant Scoutmaster, Steve. He came over and asked if the other kids could look at our knots and lashings. I said, "Sure, I guess so". Really, what else could I say? lol
Steve lifted me up and carried me to the work table we had up front, and sat me down on top of it.

Then he told everyone there, even the other patrols, that if they wanted to see how the lashings were done correctly, they could all come up and check them out on me. He even make a joke about how I wouldn't mind and wasn't going anywhere until somebody untied me.

The guys teased and made fun of how helpless I looked too, but they liked how good the lashings was done, and said I was a cool little dude and a good sport. So, it was ok, I didn't mind their jokes and poking fun.

I was left like that, tied up and on the table, for the whole meeting so they all could copy and see how to do all the knots and lashings. I actually enjoyed the attention, and felt good being tied up and wasn't embaressed at all.

The best part though was me and Connor have been tying each other up a lot since then, and some of the ohters are boys I got to play tie up games and "dares" and stuff all last Summer. Still do with some of them.

Jon

Jon

I got off the bus after school on Hallow's Eve. The wind was blowing, and storms were rolling in.The bus rolled away, and I waved at my friends, who were waving back at me from the back of the bus. I began walking home through the wooded lane to my house. My dog Snickers, a black lab, met up with me and walked along side me the way home. When I got home I set my bookbag in my room and layed down on my bed, trying to think of what I could do. I then thought I would call Andy and Maverick, a couple of my friends(That were boys) That I knew would be home that night, and they live close.(They know the layout of my house very well)
I called Andy's house first and he answered, and I asked him if he could come over and play some basketball. He said that would be fine(I heard Maverick in the Background gigglin about something).
I then placed the phone back down and decided to work on my homework while I waited for the boys to come over.
I was working on a math problem when I heard my door close.
Ah, it's just the dog, I thought.
I went back to the math problem.
Then, all I saw was darkness, and felt someone holding my hands to where I couldnt move them(Andy and Maverick are football players).Someone had blindfolded me!
I heard Andy's and Mavrick's voice, and I started to respond but Andy had placed some fabrick in my mouth, and then tied something tightly around to the back of my head, and then I felt my hands being tied and then my ankles to them.
All I could do was hear them and mphhh into the gag.
Maverick then said"Were gonna spend to night in the barn."
They both laughed, and I felt that I was being lifted.
They took me to the barn, and I felt the rough straw used for the sheep against my stomach.
The boys played with me(not nastly) all tied up for hours on end(at least it seemed like hours)They finally said that I sould get some sleep, but that they wouldnt let me be released.
I finally fell asleep uncomfortably
In the morning they cut my bonds, which turned out to be straw rope(no wonder it hurt so much!)
We then went horseback riding together, and I looked at my horses reins, and I thought of revenge....he he eh!

I got off the bus after school on Hallow's Eve. The wind was blowing, and storms were rolling in.The bus rolled away, and I waved at my friends, who were waving back at me from the back of the bus. I began walking home through the wooded lane to my house. My dog Snickers, a black lab, met up with me and walked along side me the way home. When I got home I set my bookbag in my room and layed down on my bed, trying to think of what I could do. I then thought I would call Andy and Maverick, a couple of my friends(That were boys) That I knew would be home that night, and they live close.(They know the layout of my house very well)
I called Andy's house first and he answered, and I asked him if he could come over and play some basketball. He said that would be fine(I heard Maverick in the Background gigglin about something).
I then placed the phone back down and decided to work on my homework while I waited for the boys to come over.
I was working on a math problem when I heard my door close.
Ah, it's just the dog, I thought.
I went back to the math problem.
Then, all I saw was darkness, and felt someone holding my hands to where I couldnt move them(Andy and Maverick are football players).Someone had blindfolded me!
I heard Andy's and Mavrick's voice, and I started to respond but Andy had placed some fabrick in my mouth, and then tied something tightly around to the back of my head, and then I felt my hands being tied and then my ankles to them.
All I could do was hear them and mphhh into the gag.
Maverick then said"Were gonna spend to night in the barn."
They both laughed, and I felt that I was being lifted.
They took me to the barn, and I felt the rough straw used for the sheep against my stomach.
The boys played with me(not nastly) all tied up for hours on end(at least it seemed like hours)They finally said that I sould get some sleep, but that they wouldnt let me be released.
I finally fell asleep uncomfortably
In the morning they cut my bonds, which turned out to be straw rope(no wonder it hurt so much!)
We then went horseback riding together, and I looked at my horses reins, and I thought of revenge....he he eh!

as soon as my parents left for the airport at around 4:00 my brothers girlfriend rachel came over and my brother said we whould go out to eat.i sensed that something was not right my brother whould never take both me and rachel out to eat but i didnt think much of it at the time.

At around 5:15 my brothers cell rang he went into another room before taking the call as he was talking he was laghing which was wierd but again wasent raiseing a big concern after he hung up he told me to get my shoes on and go out and start the car so i put my shoes on and my hoody becuse it was a little cold that night.when i walked out the door a hand was put over my mouth i then droped the keys i was lifted off my feet and thrown into the back of a cargo van and then..............to be continued

I suggest that, instead of critiqing the work of others, you produce something worth-while to the site.

Walkster, I respect your opinnion and understand that not everybody will like my stories, but to claim that mine is untrue when you really have no idea is when freedom of expression turns into disrespect.

And Darkshadow, as far as I can see, you've never written a story on this board, but you never cease to comment on anything you disprove of. At least the Walkster has shared his experiences with those who enjoy this site, and can actually compare his work to that of mine or other writers. So, for you to denounce any story is simply a joke.

I plan to post a new story in this coming weekend, for those who enjoyed the last.

Please continue; you have great writing skills.

Well Becky and I were bored and trying to find something to do. Becky wanted to tie me up again but I didn't want to. I was afraid she would get revenge on me for tickling her last time. And I am extremley ticklish so I couldn't allow that. Then we had the idea to tie up my Mom. So we put bandanas over our faces and got toy squirtguns and ran down to where my mother was watching tv.

We told her we were robbers and she played along, putting her hands up in the air and pretending to be scared. We said we had to tie her up so we could rob the house. She said ok as long as we promised to let her out when she said. We wanted to use duct tape because we couldn't tie good knots back then, but there was only a little bit left. After some pleading my mom said that we could get a new roll from the garage (there was a big package of 10 in there). She didn't want to ruin her nice clothes with the tape so we let her change into an old tshirt and sweat pants.

I used the rest of the tape from the roll we used last time and started taping her feet together. Becky used the new roll and taped her hands crossed behind her back. She wound it around side to side and up and down a lot of times. Then we used some of the new roll to reinforce her legs more, by wrapping all the way from her ankles to her knees. By now my mom was looking worried, and struggling a bit. I guess she didn't realize how strong duct tape is and how impossible it is to even move when you wrap it around alot.

Becky got a chair from the kitchen and we made her hop over to it and sit down. We taped her back to the chair by running around and around her with the tape a bunch of times. There was a thick strapping of tape around her stomach and another around her shoulders. She started saying enough enough so we stopped and cut the tape off the roll. She struggled around a lot and couldn't even move.

We started to look around the house for vaulables, but she started yelling HELP HELP ME SOMEONE. This was our que to gag her. Becky put her hand over her mouth. I went behind her and blindfolded her with the bandana that I had around my face so she wouldn't know who we were. Becky then took hers off and stuffed it in her mouth and put a few strips of tape over it.

We then pretended to look around the house, but mostly just watched her struggle. It was really funny seeing my mom tied up. I couldn't believe we did it. My mom was a good sport about things like this. Becky whispered in my ear that we should tickle her, because she tickled Becky last time. So we came back and demanded to know where the money was hidden. She couldn't even answer and just mmmphed at us.

So we started tickling her. Like me, my mom is very very ticklish. The tape was covering alot of her stomach, so Becky tickled her ribs and I tickled her neck. She was laughing and squirming and screaming. She was really struggling and laughing hard and shaking her head so much her blindfold came off. I didn't want to make her mad so I peeled off the tape and asked her where the money was. She said ILL NEVER TELL YOU. I guess she wasn't angry after all, so we continued tickling her.

Like me, my moms worst spot is her feet. Her socks were on and the tape was holding them on so we couldn't tickle them well. So we cut her ankles loose to take her socks off, but as soon as she was loose, she took off running, still taped to the chair. I just fell down laughing from such a funny sight. Becky chased after her and when I caught up she was cornered in my fathers den.

We removed her socks and taped each leg to one of the chair legs, her feet were off the ground by about 6 inches. She was still being a good sport. I think she was actually having fun. We gave her one last change to give up the money but she refused, and we went at her feet. She went bonkers, laughing like crazy. But she couldn't move her feet at all, just wiggle them a tiny bit. She tried to tell us where the money was but she couldn't even talk. Eventually we stopped when she turned red and couldn't breathe.

When she caught her breath she told us about the jewlery box in the top drawer in her room, and that's all she had. We said we didn't believe her and started tickling her again.

I got an idea while tickling her. I demanded she bake us cookies when we relased her. She promised she would. Peanut butter? I asked. She said we only had chocolate chip. I said that wasn't good enough and started tickling her again. She started laughing hystericly again and promised she would go buy peanut butter cookies for us. Then we had her promise do our hair and give us makeovers if we stopped tickling her. Then we demanded ponies and puppies. She promised anything. We were just playing and if she really wanted to get out she would have yelled sternly at us and we would have released her, I'm sure.

Becky got another idea and whispered it in my ear. We both started giggling, and taped her mouth again before running upstairs. We got my polaroid camera we used last game and brought it down. When she saw it she started really mmphing and struggling and shaking her head. We took several pictures and then went to hide them in my room. We joked about showing them to the neighbors and my dad.

After that we left her to try to get out on her own. She couldn't and we cut her loose 15 minutes later. As soon as her hands and feet were free, she grabbed me in a bear hug. She was even still gagged and had some tape stuck around her body when she grabbed me.

She held me against her with one hand and reached for the tape roll with the other. She starting wrapping the tape around my shoulders and arms, pinning my arms to my sides. Becky ran off upstairs to hide. I yelled after her calling her to help me and she was a coward and a traitor.

to be contined...

Well Becky and I were bored and trying to find something to do. Becky wanted to tie me up again but I didn't want to. I was afraid she would get revenge on me for tickling her last time. And I am extremley ticklish so I couldn't allow that. Then we had the idea to tie up my Mom. So we put bandanas over our faces and got toy squirtguns and ran down to where my mother was watching tv.

We told her we were robbers and she played along, putting her hands up in the air and pretending to be scared. We said we had to tie her up so we could rob the house. She said ok as long as we promised to let her out when she said. We wanted to use duct tape because we couldn't tie good knots back then, but there was only a little bit left. After some pleading my mom said that we could get a new roll from the garage (there was a big package of 10 in there). She didn't want to ruin her nice clothes with the tape so we let her change into an old tshirt and sweat pants.

I used the rest of the tape from the roll we used last time and started taping her feet together. Becky used the new roll and taped her hands crossed behind her back. She wound it around side to side and up and down a lot of times. Then we used some of the new roll to reinforce her legs more, by wrapping all the way from her ankles to her knees. By now my mom was looking worried, and struggling a bit. I guess she didn't realize how strong duct tape is and how impossible it is to even move when you wrap it around alot.

Becky got a chair from the kitchen and we made her hop over to it and sit down. We taped her back to the chair by running around and around her with the tape a bunch of times. There was a thick strapping of tape around her stomach and another around her shoulders. She started saying enough enough so we stopped and cut the tape off the roll. She struggled around a lot and couldn't even move.

We started to look around the house for vaulables, but she started yelling HELP HELP ME SOMEONE. This was our que to gag her. Becky put her hand over her mouth. I went behind her and blindfolded her with the bandana that I had around my face so she wouldn't know who we were. Becky then took hers off and stuffed it in her mouth and put a few strips of tape over it.

We then pretended to look around the house, but mostly just watched her struggle. It was really funny seeing my mom tied up. I couldn't believe we did it. My mom was a good sport about things like this. Becky whispered in my ear that we should tickle her, because she tickled Becky last time. So we came back and demanded to know where the money was hidden. She couldn't even answer and just mmmphed at us.

So we started tickling her. Like me, my mom is very very ticklish. The tape was covering alot of her stomach, so Becky tickled her ribs and I tickled her neck. She was laughing and squirming and screaming. She was really struggling and laughing hard and shaking her head so much her blindfold came off. I didn't want to make her mad so I peeled off the tape and asked her where the money was. She said ILL NEVER TELL YOU. I guess she wasn't angry after all, so we continued tickling her.

Like me, my moms worst spot is her feet. Her socks were on and the tape was holding them on so we couldn't tickle them well. So we cut her ankles loose to take her socks off, but as soon as she was loose, she took off running, still taped to the chair. I just fell down laughing from such a funny sight. Becky chased after her and when I caught up she was cornered in my fathers den.

We removed her socks and taped each leg to one of the chair legs, her feet were off the ground by about 6 inches. She was still being a good sport. I think she was actually having fun. We gave her one last change to give up the money but she refused, and we went at her feet. She went bonkers, laughing like crazy. But she couldn't move her feet at all, just wiggle them a tiny bit. She tried to tell us where the money was but she couldn't even talk. Eventually we stopped when she turned red and couldn't breathe.

When she caught her breath she told us about the jewlery box in the top drawer in her room, and that's all she had. We said we didn't believe her and started tickling her again.

I got an idea while tickling her. I demanded she bake us cookies when we relased her. She promised she would. Peanut butter? I asked. She said we only had chocolate chip. I said that wasn't good enough and started tickling her again. She started laughing hystericly again and promised she would go buy peanut butter cookies for us. Then we had her promise do our hair and give us makeovers if we stopped tickling her. Then we demanded ponies and puppies. She promised anything. We were just playing and if she really wanted to get out she would have yelled sternly at us and we would have released her, I'm sure.

Becky got another idea and whispered it in my ear. We both started giggling, and taped her mouth again before running upstairs. We got my polaroid camera we used last game and brought it down. When she saw it she started really mmphing and struggling and shaking her head. We took several pictures and then went to hide them in my room. We joked about showing them to the neighbors and my dad.

After that we left her to try to get out on her own. She couldn't and we cut her loose 15 minutes later. As soon as her hands and feet were free, she grabbed me in a bear hug. She was even still gagged and had some tape stuck around her body when she grabbed me.

She held me against her with one hand and reached for the tape roll with the other. She starting wrapping the tape around my shoulders and arms, pinning my arms to my sides. Becky ran off upstairs to hide. I yelled after her calling her to help me and she was a coward and a traitor.

to be contined...

I tried to fight but my Mom was alot stronger than me. She held me agaisnt her and wrapped the tape around and around my upper arms. I could struggle less and less as more tape was added. Eventually I was just standing there, defeated, as she finished wrapping me. I had duct tape wrapped from my shoulders all the way down to my waist, pining my arms to my sides. When she cut the tape off the roll, I took of running, but didn't get far. She swooped me up in her arms and carried me up stairs where Becky ran. She ploppled me down on her bed, and removed my socks. I knew I was in trouble now so I started really fighting and kicking, but she sat on my legs and held them down. She then taped my ankles and knees together. She put a piece of tape over my mouth and left to find Becky, saying DONT GO ANYWHERE HAHAHAHA. She checked her closet and under her bed for Becky before she left.

As soon as she was gone I started trying to escape. But I couldn't move my arms at all. I rolled myself over to the edge of the bed and hopped down. I hopped around her room, wondering where to hide. I couldn't reach her door knob, so I was stuck in the room. I decided to roll under the bed, just to be a rascal.

About 10 minutes later my mom came in. I could only see her feet but later found out she was carrying Becky, who was taped up the same as me. I heard her throw Becky onto the bed. Becky was giggling like crazy behind the tape gag, having a blast. Becky liked tie up games a alot more than me, it seemed.

Mom found me under the bed quickly. She could see me but not reach me without crawling under. She didn't want to crawl under to get me, so she said she was going to tickle Becky until I came out.

Fine with me I thought, I'd rather Becky get tickled than me. I heard Becky burst into muffled laughter and felt the bed creak as she thrashed around. She was tickled for probably 5 minutes straight and was completly hysterical at the end. My Mom stopped and gave me a choice. I could come out like a brave girl and face interogation with Becky, or she would come in and get me and cut Becky loose and they would both tickle me forever. Not much of a choice really, so I sighed and rolled out.

Mom picked me up and placed me on the bed next to Becky. She went and got 2 bathrobe belts, which she used to tie our taped feet to the bars on the bottom of the bed. Our feet were sticking through the holes and lashed tightly down. I couldn't move my feet at all, just wiggle my toes.

She removed our tape gags, and asked where the pictures we took were. We refused to tell her, so she started tickling our feet. My moms nails tickled soooo bad. I was trashing as hard as I could and screaming and howling with laughter. It sucks being tickled when you can't move, even an inch. Becky was laughing and stuggling too, but not as bad as me. She is pretty ticklish, but not nearly as ticklish as me or my mom.

I tried to give in after like 30 seconds of tickling, but I was laughing so hard I couldn't tell her where they were. And this was with her only tickling 1 of my feet and 1 of Beckys. She switched to tickled both my feet and once and I went completly bonkers. Becky just lie there laughing at me. When my mom stopped so I could catch my breath, I told her the pictures were in the pocket of an old coat in the back of my closet. She went to get them, and ripped them up.

We thought we were done and looked for her to untie us when she came back. She said "what do you think we're finished already? HAHA I don't think so, you little buggers." She asked us whos idea was it to tickle her. I said Becky's and Becky lied and said it was mine. So she started tickling us again. She said she would stop when the culprit admitted it. This wasn't very fair, because I was much more ticklish than Becky and she could stand it better. I really didn't want to admit something that I didn't do.

My mom saw how much trouble I was having, and knew I probably would have admitted it by now if it was me. So she focused on Becky. She tickled her feet for awhile, but then moved around, testing all the tickle areas that weren't covered by tape. Becky's ribs and armpits are her worst spots, but they were pretty much protected. So my mom focused on her knees and feet at the same time, and soon had Becky thrashing and laughing pretty hard. She found a spot on her knee that, when squeezed, caused Becky to scream in ticklish laughter. Eventually Becky admited to comming up with the idea to tickle my mom. For that she got another 5 minutes of tickling.

My moms next question was who thought of the idea to take pictures of her. Again I refused to lie and said Becky did. I guess seeing me getting tickled was worth getting tickled herself, because she wouldn't admit it either. So Mom started tickling us again. Eventually, when I couldn't hold out any longer and was about to give in and just say I did it, Becky broke. She got another 5 minutes of tickling for that.

The next thing my Mom did was make us take back the demands for peanut butter cookies, ponies and puppy dogs. We did this pretty quickly. We were finished with the tickling finally. She taped our mouths again and left. She said this was fun, we should do it again sometime on her way out. I lie there exausted, giving Becky dirty looks and growling at her from behind the tape. She just giggled at me.

A little while later my mom came up and released us, but not before tickling our feet briefly first. She had chocolate chip cookies ready when we got downstairs. Not peanut butter, but still good.

I tried to fight but my Mom was alot stronger than me. She held me agaisnt her and wrapped the tape around and around my upper arms. I could struggle less and less as more tape was added. Eventually I was just standing there, defeated, as she finished wrapping me. I had duct tape wrapped from my shoulders all the way down to my waist, pining my arms to my sides. When she cut the tape off the roll, I took of running, but didn't get far. She swooped me up in her arms and carried me up stairs where Becky ran. She ploppled me down on her bed, and removed my socks. I knew I was in trouble now so I started really fighting and kicking, but she sat on my legs and held them down. She then taped my ankles and knees together. She put a piece of tape over my mouth and left to find Becky, saying DONT GO ANYWHERE HAHAHAHA. She checked her closet and under her bed for Becky before she left.

As soon as she was gone I started trying to escape. But I couldn't move my arms at all. I rolled myself over to the edge of the bed and hopped down. I hopped around her room, wondering where to hide. I couldn't reach her door knob, so I was stuck in the room. I decided to roll under the bed, just to be a rascal.

About 10 minutes later my mom came in. I could only see her feet but later found out she was carrying Becky, who was taped up the same as me. I heard her throw Becky onto the bed. Becky was giggling like crazy behind the tape gag, having a blast. Becky liked tie up games a alot more than me, it seemed.

Mom found me under the bed quickly. She could see me but not reach me without crawling under. She didn't want to crawl under to get me, so she said she was going to tickle Becky until I came out.

Fine with me I thought, I'd rather Becky get tickled than me. I heard Becky burst into muffled laughter and felt the bed creak as she thrashed around. She was tickled for probably 5 minutes straight and was completly hysterical at the end. My Mom stopped and gave me a choice. I could come out like a brave girl and face interogation with Becky, or she would come in and get me and cut Becky loose and they would both tickle me forever. Not much of a choice really, so I sighed and rolled out.

Mom picked me up and placed me on the bed next to Becky. She went and got 2 bathrobe belts, which she used to tie our taped feet to the bars on the bottom of the bed. Our feet were sticking through the holes and lashed tightly down. I couldn't move my feet at all, just wiggle my toes.

She removed our tape gags, and asked where the pictures we took were. We refused to tell her, so she started tickling our feet. My moms nails tickled soooo bad. I was trashing as hard as I could and screaming and howling with laughter. It sucks being tickled when you can't move, even an inch. Becky was laughing and stuggling too, but not as bad as me. She is pretty ticklish, but not nearly as ticklish as me or my mom.

I tried to give in after like 30 seconds of tickling, but I was laughing so hard I couldn't tell her where they were. And this was with her only tickling 1 of my feet and 1 of Beckys. She switched to tickled both my feet and once and I went completly bonkers. Becky just lie there laughing at me. When my mom stopped so I could catch my breath, I told her the pictures were in the pocket of an old coat in the back of my closet. She went to get them, and ripped them up.

We thought we were done and looked for her to untie us when she came back. She said "what do you think we're finished already? HAHA I don't think so, you little buggers." She asked us whos idea was it to tickle her. I said Becky's and Becky lied and said it was mine. So she started tickling us again. She said she would stop when the culprit admitted it. This wasn't very fair, because I was much more ticklish than Becky and she could stand it better. I really didn't want to admit something that I didn't do.

My mom saw how much trouble I was having, and knew I probably would have admitted it by now if it was me. So she focused on Becky. She tickled her feet for awhile, but then moved around, testing all the tickle areas that weren't covered by tape. Becky's ribs and armpits are her worst spots, but they were pretty much protected. So my mom focused on her knees and feet at the same time, and soon had Becky thrashing and laughing pretty hard. She found a spot on her knee that, when squeezed, caused Becky to scream in ticklish laughter. Eventually Becky admited to comming up with the idea to tickle my mom. For that she got another 5 minutes of tickling.

My moms next question was who thought of the idea to take pictures of her. Again I refused to lie and said Becky did. I guess seeing me getting tickled was worth getting tickled herself, because she wouldn't admit it either. So Mom started tickling us again. Eventually, when I couldn't hold out any longer and was about to give in and just say I did it, Becky broke. She got another 5 minutes of tickling for that.

The next thing my Mom did was make us take back the demands for peanut butter cookies, ponies and puppy dogs. We did this pretty quickly. We were finished with the tickling finally. She taped our mouths again and left. She said this was fun, we should do it again sometime on her way out. I lie there exausted, giving Becky dirty looks and growling at her from behind the tape. She just giggled at me.

A little while later my mom came up and released us, but not before tickling our feet briefly first. She had chocolate chip cookies ready when we got downstairs. Not peanut butter, but still good.

I've never experimented with anything, but I wouldn't mind tying a girl or vice-versa.

So we searched around the house for things to use. We got a few bandannas, some scarfs, two bathrobe belts, and a few of my dad's leather belts. I didn't want to use his ties because he may get angry if we ruined them.

Becky pretended we were both secret agents on the oposite sides, and she had captured me. She tied my hands behind me with a scarf and strapped my feet and legs together with the leather belts. They went around my ankles 3 or 4 times before the little spike would reach the hole and around my thighs twice I think. She sat me in a chair and used the bathrobe belts to tie around my chest and the back of the chair. She used another of my dad's belts to strap around my stomach and through the bars on the back of the chair. Finally she gagged me with a bandana in my mouth and tape over it.

It took me less time to escape than it did to tie me up. The scarf wasn't very tight on my wrists and I was able to slip them out. It was no problem untying myself from there.

Becky looked disapointed, and wanted to try again. She tied me the same as before, except she tied my hands much tighter. It took me a few minutes, but I was able to pick at the big knot and loosen it enough to escape. With my confindence up, I joked with Becky that she would never be able to tie me up with anything but tape. She said she could with rope, but we didn't have any.

So we went downstairs and asked my mom for rope. She said rope was dangerious because it was hard to cut if something went wrong. She went up stairs and came back with a bunch of old nylons and pantyhouse we could have. She said this would work.

Before she gave it to us we had a long talk. She said she and her sisters used to play tie up games when they were little and they had a lot of fun, so it was okay if we played. They had played on their own, and done some stuff that was probably dangerous. She wanted to tell us about saftey first. She gave us a pair of saftey scissors that were strong, but had a dull tip. We had to keep them close by at all times while someone was tied up in case of an emergency. She also lectured us about not tieing anything on the neck or using too tight gags because of dangers of choking. We could not leave someone tied up alone for more than a few minutes, especially if they were gagged. She also said at any time if somone hummed the ABCs they had to be released immediatly. We were only soposed to use it in emergencies, like if we felt sick, or went numb, or were going to pee our pants. She suggested using socks on our hands to protect the wrists and make the knots harder to untie. This was good for that reason. But I found out it could be bad the hard way. The socks for our hands usually came right off our feet, this left barefeet. Barefeet usually ment tickled feet!

After her lecture, which seemed to take an hour, we were actually pretty scared. She assured us we could be safe and still have fun. Next she showed us effective ways to tie up with the nylons. She told us stories of her and our aunts while she tied our hands infront of. Then we practiced tying and escaping for a bit on each other and her. After awhile Becky and I went upstairs to play our secret agent escape game.

...to be continued

It certaintly wasn't/isn't sexual for me when I played tie up games with my mom and friends. It was just something we did as a game for fun.

She put my socks over my hands and tied them together behind me with a pair of nylons. She did a good job, they were pretty tight. She sat me in the chair and used the belts to tie my legs at the ankles and above my knees. Another belt went around my waist and through the chair bars in the back. Again, she used the bathrobe belts to tie around my upper body and the chair. Becky retrieved the egg timer from the kitchen as the bomb, and set it for 1/2 an hour. Finally she blindfolded me tightly with a scarf. SHe said she wasn't going to gag me because she was going to watch TV downstairs, and to yell if I needed anything. Before she left she said "Oh one more thing, this bomb isn't an ordinary bomb...its a TICKLE BOMB! With that she left the room.

I really felt like a captured secret agent. Bound tightly to a chair and blindfolded, I could only struggle and listen to the ticks of the bomb that would be my demise.

I tried to use brute force to slip my hands out first, but it was way to tight and strong. I thought i could feel the knot, but with the socks on my hands there was no way I could untie it. It was so small and tight I wasn't even sure if Becky would be able to untie it. I stuggled around and wiggled in the chair, trying to find any weakpoints. The robe belts around my chest weren't that tight, The belt around my stomach was what was really limiting my movement. I explored with my sock hands and found the buckle, but it was on the other side of the bars on the chair, and I couldn't reach it. By sucking in my stomach to create some slack, I was able to slowly turn the belt, so the buckle came through the bars and was at my side. Sucking in again, I would try to loosen it and get the buckle off. Finally after about 1000 attempts I got it unbuckled. The ties around my arms were pretty lose and not connected to the chair, so I was able to stand up and they slipped right off the chair with me.

Now I was unconnected from the chair, but I still had my hands and feet tied, and that damn blindfold. I had no clue how much time I had until the tickle bomb went off. I awkwardly brought myself to the ground, and was able to maunever my bound hands over my butt and legs, to my front. I pushed off the blindfold, and saw I had about 10 minutes left. After a few minutes with my teeth, the knot came lose and my hands were free. I quickly un strapped my legs. There was about 2 minutes left on the timer at this point.

I grabbed my water gun and slipped out of my room. I hid behind the door in the bathroom, right across from the door to my room. I heard Becky comming up the stairs, singing to herself, as the timer went off. She sang "Jenny here I cooooome" as she reached the top of the stairs. I waited until she was right infront of my door, peering in to see an empty chair and pile of straps, when I stuck the water gun into her back. GOTCHA I yelled and she threw her hands into the air.

to be continued...

I told her to sit still and then strapped her ankles and knees together with more leather belts. I took a scarf and connected her ankle belt to a rung underneath the chair, pulling her feet back and up off the ground. This would come in handy later. I decided to gag her because I would be watching her most of the time. I used a balled up bandana and a few strips of duct tape. I set the "tickle bomb" for 1/2 an hour, and finsihed the tie with a blindfold.

She immediatly got to work, struggling hard. She couldn't move at all, and got pretty frustrated. She was making angry mmmph sounds and whining into her gag. After 5 minutes of hard fighting, she got tired and settled down. For the next 10 minutes or so she just sat there, doing nothing. So I snuck up on her and jabbed my fingers into her sides, she jumped and squeeled. "Giving up already Becky?, remember what your going to get when the bomb goes off!" I said and briefly wiggled my figners into her sides. She growled at me, and renewed her escape attempts.

She had made no progress when the timer went off. I started right in on her sides with the tickling. I wiggled my fingers like crazy over her sides, stomach, and ribs. She was laughing pretty hard, but couldn't even struggle much. She was pushing and pulling agaisnt the bindings, but they held her still. Her ribs were especially bad for her and I really got them good. SHe laughed so hard her gag came off. I could only barley get her armpits, and made a mental note to leave her armpits open if she ever needed a good tickling.

When she started getting used to the tickling here, I moved down to her feet. I alternated between her feet and knees for awhile before going back to her ribs. I tickled her for maybe 1/2 an hour total, with breaks every few minutes. I got a little carried away in my tickle frenzy I admit, but when I finally released her she wasn't too mad. She just swore revenge.

***DISCLAIMER*** This is the same format I used when describing the last experience we had. If that last story offended you in any way, I suggest that you scroll past these next few paragraphs and onto the next post.

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Winter was cold and brutal, even on our humid sub-tropical island. Although the temerature rarely went below thirty-five degrees, the wind blew from the North at 10-15 mph non-stop from mid December to mid April with windchills dipping into the teens. Brock and his crew would do only two things to occupy themselves on those cold afternoons... play basketball and play a little paintball, unfortunatley, they had all just participated in a paintball war and were out of ammo, and no one really wanted to play basketball.

Brock hadn't been this bored in God only knew how long as he sat oppsite Alex in the still, hot living room. Danielle, Josh and Grey were all at some Bible Camp for that three day weekend.

Neither boy liked to wear long pants, no matter the temperature outside. Each wore boardshorts, and hooded sweatshirts with their tennis shoes, and, what some call, no-show socks.

"What can we do?" Brock asked Alex in a nearly desperate voice. It was only 11:30 am and they were already bored. Alex just shrugged in response.
"I guess we could call someone over, may they can give us an idea." suggested Brock.
"Yeah, but who? They all went to that Bible camp, remember?" Alex asked, slightly irate.
"Well, we can see what Scott and Ryan and Jessica are doing, and maybe my sister and Vela."
"Do you really think they'd want to hang out with us?" Alex asked, doubtfully.
"No... I dunno... I'm so bored."
"Yeah, I wish we could play like Capture the Flag or something." Alex replied, "That game is so fun... but we can't cause no ones here who plays it."
"Yeah I know..." Brock said slowly, staring out in space before smiling and saying, "Ah, dude, I just thought of something! Maybe we can kinda play Capture the Flag, except we're not and we just go capture people and bring them here like my sister and Jessica and Scott."
Alex sighed and said, "Well, I can't think of nothing better. We can at least try, but we won't be able to unless we're they're all seperate."

The duo filled a duffel bag with coarse rope, longer socks-one pair dirty and one pair clean, and some duct tape before looking around for their prey.
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Brock figured the easiest to get first would be Morgan, first-off because she was already in the house and second-off because she was easily the lightest of their prey. Brock walked up to the barely cracked open door, and saw that she was listening to music and reading a magazine from her bed.

The two of them opened the door and walked in.
"Brock, what do you think your doing?" she said angrily, unhappied by the intrusion.
"Taking you." he said curtly as he zipped open the duffel bag.
"What?" She asked, confused.
Brock repeated himself louder and more slowly. "Taking you with me." But before she could react, he pinned her and tied her wrists behind her back before leading her out to the living room and stashing her behind the couch and tying the rope at her wrists to one of the four, short sofa legs.
"Good girl, Morgan." Brock said condisendingly with a smirk on his face, "And because you cooperated, you get to have a tape gag."
"Ok..." Morgan said, baffled at the situation before Alex used five peices of tape to gag her.
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"That one was kinda boring." Alex complained.
"Yeah, but thats just because shes kinda boring. I don't think shes ever been tied up before and we kinda shocked her." Alex nodded his head. "Who should we get next?"
"Well, let me call the B's (Ryan, Scott and Jessica), I'll see who all is over there."
"Hello?" Scott answered the phone.
"Yeah, hey Scott. I was just wondering who was over at your house."
"No one but me, my parents are at work and so is Ryan and Jessica is at Kala's house."
"Oh, ok. Just checking." Brock said before he hung up the phone. "Scott's the only one over there. The rest of them were busy or something." Alex only shrugged.
"Ok, should we get Andrew, Scott or Vela first?" Brock asked his best friend.
"We should probabally get one of the hard ones out of the way." Alex said resonabally, "Let's get Scott first, while he's still at home by himself." Brok nodded in agreement as they took off down the street together.
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Brock already knew how to get Scott. Scott had a tremendous hate for dis-respect, and to him, ding-dong-ditch was absolutely insulting.

Alex ran up and rang the doorbell before the two of them ran off, laughing in anticipation of what Scott's fac would look like when he saw what had happened.

The onlder boy stepped outside, and when he realized that it was ding-dong-ditch, he walked right into Alex and Brock's trap in search of the punks who did it. As soon as he got in position, both Brock and Alex tackled him from the same side as Brock sat on his chest an grinned.

"You little punk-ass!" he yelled, "What are you doing! Get off me!" he pushed the younger boy off just as his hands snapped behind him and were tied in a tight cinch knot so that he couldn't move. He tried furiously to get the rope free, but to no avail. Both Alex and Brock grabbed under either amrpit and dragged him behind the houses, two blocks from Brock's house.

Scott was positioned right next to Morgan, who got fresh tape oe her mouth after Alex gave her a cup of water. The two younger boys were panting at the work they ha just done and Brock said between breaths, "Scott, you didn't co-operte, so you'll be sorry."
"What the hell is this for Brock?" Scott protested
"Shut up and stuff a sock in it!" Brock said angily as he wedged one of the dirtier socks into Scott's mouth and secured it with tape all-around his head. "That'll hold." he said confidently as he got out of his make-shift prison and talked to Alex who was eating and drinking in the kitchen.

"That one was kinda fun." Brock said as he grabbed something to eat, too.
Alex nodded in agreement.
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The rest to come up later, feedback is welcomed.

Keep it real, sis.

...no

Why do you ask?

There are a few more stories I have where Robby wasn't there. I don't remember where he was for this stretch of time, maybe vacation or camp or something. He will be back in the stories later. When he did come back he was in for a big suprise with our tieing skills, which had gotten quite good by then. I have alot of memories of really cool games we played together, I will post them when I get there.

I was scared of Becky's revenge from the tickling I gave her last story, so I avoided any tie up games the entire week. At the end of the week I found out my parents were going somewhere (a wedding, I think) with Becky's parents, who they were good friends with. I was going to be staying at Becky's for the weekend, and be watched by her sister. Becky told me to bring all the tie up stuff. I figured her revenge would be unavoidable that weekend.

Becky's sister, Katie, was in highschool. She was 17 at the time I think. She watched us pretty often, and was usually really nice. She'd let us stay up late, watch movies we weren't allowed to, and give us makeovers and stuff. When I arrived Katie was very cross with us. She was angry that she couldn't go out and had to watch us, not only on Friday night, but for the whole weekend. (Like it was our fault)

We wanted her to play with us, but she told us to leave her alone. Being bored and meschievous 10 year olds, we definatly weren't going to leave her alone. She didn't seem like an adult, so we had no problem annoying her and causing problems. She was trying to watch tv in the living room and talk on the phone with her friends. We ran around the coffee table screaming, attacked her with stuffed animals and squirtguns, tried to listen in on the other phone line, and generally caused a ruckas.

When Katie was off the phone, we went up to her. She was watching tv, laying on the leather sofa in the living room, in short shorts and tshirt. Becky and I were in pajama bottoms and tshirts. We asked if she would like to play a tie up game with us, and she just laughed. We explained we'd get one chance to tie her up and if she escaped she could tie us up. She thought about it for a second, and said fine. She warned us that we would end up in the closet for the rest of the night. She must have thought that escaping 2 10 year olds ties would be easy, and she would be able to tie us and get us out of her hair for the evening. Little did she know what she was in for.

I ran into Beckys room and got some stuff out of my bag, while Becky pulled a kitchen chair into the living room. We had Katie sit down. She didn't have socks of her own on, so we used mine for her hands, which were pretty tight and forced her hands into fists. I tied her wrists together behind the chair and to the back with nylons, like I had with Becky. At the same time Becky tied her ankles together with another pair. Before she realized it, we had her helpless with little chance to escape. There was nothing to tie her feet to under the chair, so Becky stretched the end of the nylons under the chair and tied it to the bars in the back, pulling her feet way back under the chair. Katie was squirming already, saying that's enough. We ignored her and went back to grab the rest of the stuff from my bag. We used several belts around her stomach and above and below her boobs to secure her to the back of the chair. We also used another belt around her lap and the seat of the chair, strapping her thighs down. She was tied like Becky was the week earlier, but a little more secure and much tighter.

By now Katie knew she was screwed. She told us she didn't want to play anymore and to untie her, but we said she had already agreed. I cut off several pieces of duct tape and held one up to Katies mouth. She said NO WAY and opened her mouth wide and stuck her tounge out to prevent me from taping it closed. This worked out better for us. Becky balled up one of her socks and stuffed it into the other behind Katie. In the middle of Katies sentence, she suprised her by stuffing the socks into her mouth. She said "Put a sock in it!" and we giggled. Katie didn't, she angrly mmmphed and tried twisting her head to spit out the socks. I was ready with the duct tape and quickly covered her entire jaw from her nose to chin, traping the socks inside.

Now she couldn't even threaten us as we mocklingly danced around her and sang. She just mmphed angrily and struggled. She wasn't in any real distress or pain, just embarased about being tricked and rendered helpless by us. What do two hyper kids do once they have tied up the babysitter? Whatever they want!

to be continued...

We tickled her breathless, gave her a break, then switched positions and tickled her breathless again. When we finally stopped for a bit she changed tactics. Istead of trying to sound angry and authorative she whined and pleaded through the gag, looking at us patheticly. It kind of worked as we felt bad and stopped tickling her, but didn't untie her. Becky asked if she wanted some water and she nodded. We made her promise to let us regag her if we took it out, and said if she didn't we would leave her tied up all weekend tickle her the whole time. She nodded in agreement.

After she drank some water through a straw she tried begging us to let her out, promising she wouldn't be mad or tell. We just ignored her and held up the sock. She whined but opened up, knowing the consiquences if she did not. Fresh tape was applied.

For the next few hours we had full run of the house. We pigged out on ice cream, threatened to drink Becky's dad's beers or drive Katie's car,(we were kidding), searched through her room, played her music, put on her makeup, tried on her clothes and shoes (even tho they didn't fit), and occiasonally came out to check on Katie and tickle her a bit. She had somehow managed to untie the end that was connected to her feet from the chair (Becky tied that knot). So we just retied it.

We gave her a fashion show in her clothes. We came out ploding along in her giant (for our little feet) boots and heels, in skirts that were sopposed to be short but came past out knees, and over sized blouses and sweaters, covered in so much makeup we looked like mimes. Despite her anger at going through her stuff, Katie couldnt help but laugh at how rediculous we looked. Then we gave Katie a makeover, drawing lips on the tape and covering her eyes with mascara and eye shadow, and molding her hair into funny shapes.

We were getting tired and laying on the couch watching tv, with Katie still gagged and now blindfolded so she couldn't watch (we were so mean lol), when the phone rang. It was Katies boyfriend. Becky answered and said "Kate?, well she's a little tied up right now" and we both had to cover our mouths and stifle a giggle. Katie just stared at Becky, trying to look angry. "Ok, you want to talk to her? Ok i guess, hold on." Becky said. Katie shook her head but Becky approached and ripped the tape off her mouth in one quick motion. Katie winced at the pain but didn't make any sound. Becky held the phone up to Katies ear so they could talk. Katie said something like "Oh nothing, she was just kidding...yea...yea her friend is here, I'm stuck watching the little brats for the weekend".

Brats? We would not take that, Becky pinched her sisters side, causing her to yelp, and I quickly jumped down and started tickling her feet. She tried to hold her breath and keep from laughing, but when she tried to say something to her boyfriend, giggles started escaping. She tried to say she had to go, but it was getting broken up by giggles and Becky refused to hang up or remove the phone from her ear. We kept tickling and soon she was laughing hard and yelling NO STOP PLEASE at us with the phone right by her mouth. "They hehe they are tick ahahah ling meeeeahahahha" she yelled into the phone. Becky kept the phone up to her with one hand and tickled with the other why I went at her feet for almost 5 whole minutes. When we stopped, Katie just hung her head, red faced and breathless, and Becky said "Are you still there Brad? Okay, she has to go now byebye" and hung up." Katie was very embarased.

By this time it was way past our normal bedtimes and we were getting tired and Katie had been tied up for like 3 hours. So we left Katie to cool off while we washed up, changed back into our pjs and got ready for bed. When we came back, we untied Katie's hands and arms, but left her ankles and legs tied to the chair, and ran into Beckys room and hid under the covers together.

A very long 15 minutes or so later, Katie slowly opened the door. We peaked our little heads out from Becky's blankets. She just said, I'll let you go to bed now, but just remember, I have you for the entire weekend, you WILL be punished for this.

to be continued...

I just imagined some old man sitting and wacking off to fantasies of little girls or boys being tied up.

Sorry.

BTW, I'd like to know more about what happened when your uncle jokingly hogtied you when you were six.

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About 10 years ago, when I was six, my uncle was babysitting me and my brother (we're twins) for my mum when she was out one night.

I can remember that he bought down from upstairs two lengths of dressing-gown rope (?). My brother wasn't in the room, I think. My uncle told my to lie on my stomach, so I did. He then got my arms and used one length of gown to tie my inverted wrists, leaving some slack for the second length. He then raised my legs in a natural arc to come up and meet my arms, in an odd hog-tie. He checked the bonds, then proceeded to blindfold me with what I think was another length of gown.

The bonds were pretty tight, because I remember that I couldn't get out of them. My uncle then walked towards the door and joked about leaving me alone and turning off the light. What six-year-old in their right mind is not going to be sligtly scared, if not terrified by the idea of being tied up in the dark? As ashamed to admit it as I am, I was on the verge of tears.

Anyway, my uncle quickly came back and untied me after leaving me like that for...oh...under five minutes, I guess. He apologised and that was that.

It's from this, my first mild taste of bondage, that I began to liked the idea of being tied, or reading about others being tied, particularly girls tying girls.

Anyway, that's that.

(On another note, I'm terribly sorry to hear about that, Tim86. Must've been terrifying for you.)

St Jimmy, your story in fact was an example of one of the infinite possible middle points between playfully playing a tie-up game and scaring a kid to death. Your Uncle must have been a cool person after all. Did any new tie-up games happen after that one? And if I may ask, what did you think of the hogtie position right then? I'm asking because I discovered the hogtie when I was about fourteen- and I thought I was a genius! ;)

They would then start examining me with fake doctor tools and their hands. They would use magic markers to draw on me. To circle a problem area or make a bunch of dots or color it red for rashes and diseases. Somtimes it felt good, like a massage or back scratch. But sometimes they would be mean and tickle me or pinch and poke me. Infact, they usually always tickled me some. I hated that the most, they would have me screaming and laughing so hard I could barley breath. They would give me shots, which were pokes with a toothpick. A few times they had to stop the swelling of an area, so they used ice cubes or ice packs.

Sometimes they would pretend to find a problem and have to fix it. It was almost always on a sensitive area for me like the bottoms of my feet, my armpits, or belly button. After they found a problem they would pretend to fix it or operate on it. This was usually alot of tickling, and poking it with toothpicks or forks, and using different toys on it they pretended were doctor tools. We had a fake plastic tool set with hammer, saw, screwdrivers, and stuff they would use. After they were done with the operation they would put medicine on it or ice it or cover it with masking tape to heal.

Sometimes the patient needed medicine. We used all kinds of things for medicine. We used hand cream, or shaving gell, or shampoo, or other liquids to rub on the area. I hated getting medicine on some areas because it tickled so bad. One time that sucked was when they had to fix both my armpits and feet at the same time with ice cubes and then hand cream. I was laughing and kicking and struggling like crazy when they rubbed the cream in. When it was all rubbed in, they put more on and did it again. They would feed me spoonfulls of chocolate syrup or relish or soda as medicine to take by mouth. Once when I was blindfolded they tricked me and made me eat a spoonfull of dish soap. I told on them and they got yelled at and my sister got spanked. They didn't let me play for awhile after that, but eventually forgot about it and let me play. From then on I refused to take any medicine unless I saw what it was first.

Sometimes they would act all scared when they found a problem and say if they didn't fix it right now I would die. Even tho it was a game, I was little, and I would always get scared and sometimes cry because I thought I might die. That was pretty mean of them to do.

Although they were mean sometimes with tickling and stuff, I still liked to play. Probably because I got to play with my big sister. Also sometimes they were nice and gave me massages or lightly use their fingers on non ticklish areas which felt good.

This happened about a year after my first bondage summer. I was once again spending the summer with Lisa and her roommates. I waited all school year and couldn’t wait to be tied up. I was only tied up once since that summer (by Lisa during Christmas), and was wanting to feed my hunger for being my cousin’s prisoner again. However, during the first week we didn’t get to play much tie up games during that first week, because Lisa, Tammy & and Laura had to work. They worked last year but for some reason they couldn’t ask for as much time off, and they were usually working late.

One day I couldn’t stand it any longer and finally ask Kelly to tie me up. Kelly first knocked on Christa’s door and dragged her to Lisa’s place. When we got to the house I went to Lisa’s room and grabbed some rope and a few gags. I went back downstairs and handed the rope to Kelly, turned around and put my hands behind my back. As she was tying me the doorbell rang.

I hid myself behind the couch so that the person at the door couldn’t see me and asked Christa to answer it. When she opened the door, I heard the voice of the 7th member of our bondage circle, Alice, asking if my cousin or her roommates were home. Alice was my cousin’s neighbor who had moved into the house next door just shortly after I left, and joined our little circle while she was visiting one day. During Christmas, Lisa had told me about her, and I met her on the first week of this year. Christa knew her, so she let her in. Remembering that Lisa had also told me that she was part of the circle, I stood up to greet her.

Alice was a beautiful woman of 31, she had hair that went down to her shoulders and stood about 5’6, taller than Tammy, but not quite as tall as Lisa. In any case she asked what we were doing, which to me looked totally obvious considering I had my hands tied behind my back. But Christa just answered, “We’re tying Sandra up.”

Alice just chuckled, and walked to the kitchen to set a few videos she barrowed from Tammy on the table. “Sandra,” Alice started, “I hear you also play these games with Lisa, Tammy and Laura.”

“Yup,” I replied, “But they’re so busy with work these days, we haven’t got to do this very often.”

Alice gave me a chuckle of sympathy than said, “Hey, how would you like it if I took you to my place and tied you there?”

All three of us, myself, Kelly and Christa (who was more enthusiastic about bondage than the previous year), jumped for joy at the sound of Alice’s words. Kelly and Christa called their parents thinking they’d just get permission to stay for a few hours, but their parents, being as cool as they were, told them that they could stay over night. I don’t think neither Kelly nor Christa told them that they were going to be staying at Alice’s house though. None of our parents, not even Kelly’s who ALMOST caught us on numerous occasions, knew we played these games.

Kelly and Christa ran back to their homes to get a few things for the night. Meanwhile Alice tightened my wrist bonds by putting a cinch between my wrists and pushed me out the back door. I was always nervous about being tied outdoors, even if it was not very noticeable. Fortunately we made it next door without being seen.

Once inside her house, Alice walked me into the living room where she got more rope, and some gags. She had me lay down on the floor. My attire for the day was a pair of blue jeans and a light blue shirt. The first thing Alice did was take off the Converse sneakers I was wearing, and then my socks. She then tied my knees together, then my ankles. She unlaced both of my shoes and used one shoe string to tie my thumbs together. She then turned me on my back so that she would tie my big toes easier.

Next, Alice told me to sit up and tied some rope around my upper and lower chest. She then told me to open my mouth, I opened it, she stuffed a handkerchief into my mouth and secured it with a cloth that she tied at the back of my head. After gagging me she took another strip of cloth and blindfolded me with it.

I couldn’t see anything, only hear. As I sat against the wall, I heard the sound of my captor’s footsteps, the sound of her sandals stepping on the tiles of the kitchen floor. And then the sound of some liquid being into a glass. I was left alone, the sound of a knock on the door meant that I’d soon have company.

To be continued…

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i am a female and i am 15 this story took place when i was 14. there is also my evil brother jac (16) and his 3 mates bill (16) harry (15) nd rob (16)

ok one day lasy year my mum was away for the weekend and my brother was ment to be looking after me HA but he wasnt doing a god job as he was ore intressted in going out with his mates. so anyway one day i was totally bored so i though i wouold tie my self up so i went in to my brothers room as he has a poster bed befor going in i changed in to a bra black with pink lace and mathchng knickers to make it feel more like a kidnap.

i went in my brothers room with all my stuff and started to tie my feet to the bottem bed posts i left one a little space in case of escape needs. i then took a pair of my underwear amd used them as a gag securing it with duct tape i then used 2 pairs on hand cuffs to keep my hands just above my head on the bed post. i also left the keys to them just in reach on his bed side draw incase i needed to get out.

when i was done i started to struggle a bit just to see how good it was and i found it impossible to get out of, but then just as i started to enjoy myself i heard the door open and my brother shout to me i quickly made a grab for the hand cuffs key but in my panic i dropped it on to the floor out of reach as it hit the floor i really panicked mpphhing as much as i could and struggling hard.

finally i heard my brother come up the staires and open his bed room door as soon as he saw me he burst out lasughing i didnt find this funny and started trying to beg him to un tie me but obviously all he heard was mppphhh but he must have known because he said. oh no you arnt going any where im calling rob, bill andharry to take a look at this. at tat momment i got really desperate i fancied harry like mad and i didnt really want him to see me tied p in the underwear. i mmpphhed as much as i could and struggled as hard as i could but i found it pretty usless and in fact started to swear a lot from all my efforts.

After about 10 minuets there was a knock on the door when i heard it my hear sunk thining i was going to be in complete embasressment forever. I then heard footsets and the sond of my brothers voice adn the sound of robs i was partelt revleved but still embaressed. they then both enterd the room and as soon as rob saw me he burt in to laughter followed by did you do that to her etc... there was also a mension of the fact that i loked quit hot tied up which scared me comin from rob.

A few minuets later another nock on the door but this time it was harry and bill when they walked in the room they also started to laugh but they then started on how tempting and inocent i looked that really got on my nerves so i statred to mpph and struggle more. I think harry felt quit sorry for me as he kept askin if i was allright and stuff of course i couldnt answer but i could nod.

after a few games of tiggle me and poke and prod me harry suggested that they un tie me but evryone else had other ideas but tey did all go down staires to get a drink but just as i started to struggle agen harry came bac in the room and un gagged me as soon as the tape was off i spat my knickers out quickly.

hary asked me if i was allright and if i was fed up etc.. but i just kept begging him to un tie me but he did seem pretty reluctant to do so but i really did beg and beg and beg i even started to offer things to him like things i owned and others and he did finally agree to untie me as lon as he got to tie me up pivatly another time i quickly agreed and then was free as soon as i was free i ran to the loo and then ran back and thanked harry and gave him a thans hug (forgetting i wa still in my underwear so after i ran to my room and locked my door for safty.

THE END

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PS if there is anyone here in the Swindon area please post to me.

PS if there is anyone here in the Swindon area please post to me.

After an hour of so i heard the door go and then i heard all four boys down staires talking i then heard them all running up the staires. Once they all got to the top of the landing it went silent so i shouted go away and then my brother shouted back that they were all going to wait outside untill i came out, he also said that it would be easya to just come out cause they would do easier on me. i though about it for a minuet and then just decided thay i might as well get it over with so i unlocked my bedroom door and then was bundled by my brother.

as soon as my brother was on top of me rob started to tie my hands behind my back whilst bill tied my feet together i started to scream so my brother jac quickly clamed his hand over my mouth. i tried to struggle and get away but 3 older and stronger boys vs one girl wasnt going to work so finally i just laid still and got ready for what was going to happen next.

after my hands where securley behind my back and my feet tied my brother and bill carried me in to by brothers room were there was a chair in the middle of the room they then got an dog lead sort of thing and wrapped it once around my stomack then lifted it up and the back and joined it just above my breasts. that was not restricting me anyway it was just put their to hurt which it did a lot.

After that was done they sat me in the chaie and un tied my hands and feet then retied my feet to eack leg of the chair. they then used a thick piece of rope to tie around the froent 2 legs of the chair and my legs. they then took another piece of thick rope and tied it losly around my body and the back of the chair. at that point i just wonderd what was next because their was so muh space around my body i could easily just pull it off, but then my broter pulled my arms towards pulling the rest of my body forwards then i relised what it was doing the rope around the chair and my body was thier so i couldnt move to much forward and once i was as much forward as i could they hooked my arms around the rope around the chair legs and handcuffed my hands between it so i couldnt go back or fowards at all. i was totally trapped and it was very pain full because i had the lead digging in to me and i had the rope tring to pull me back and then my hands tring to pull me forwards.

i was in total pain and started to beg my brother to let me go saying how painfull it was and you no evrthing else you say when your begging someone but my brother just grabbed a sock and stuffed it in my mouth followed by a really tight headband to keep it in place. I tried to carry on begging but all that came out was mmpphhh so i started to try and use my eyes to plea he must have also noticed this because he tok a night time eye mask and blindfollded me.

i mmpphhed and struggled as much as i could just trying to get something lose but it was all tied perfectly it waas obvious that my brother had a lot of expierance in bondage himself so i finally just relaxed and balanced in the middle trying to forget about how much it hurt but then my brother comes right up to me saying were s your diary at that momment i froze he couldnt read my diary i wrote loads about harry his mate in their and how much i fancied him i also wrote about all the things that i had done and that jac had got the blame for so i couldnt let him read that. I shook my head mmpphing trying to say no way but he ungagged me and said tell me where your diary is or i can torture you a hell of a lot, but i still refussed he then grabbed my harir and pulled it forward hurting my head a lot and of course pulling all the ropes which hutr a lot i mean a lot. i started to beg again asking why he was doing this to me and please stop but he just pulled harded i finally said allright its in the top draw of my bedside table (which was a le i was just trying to buy myself some time)

so jac went in to my room and i struugled and pulled as hard as i could but nothing would come lose when i hears jac coming back i really panicked and even started to pull on the handcuffs. you lieing b**** he said you tell me were it is now i tokoone last tug and then shook my heaqd no. allright then he said its going to get lot worse for you.

all the boys started to un tie me but leaving my hands cuffed after i then lay on the floor with my hands still cuffed and my feet still tied and the tight lead still arond me i wonderd what would be next and as i thought that my brother came in tot he room with more rope. all of his mates then made me stand on a chair as they tightly handcuffed and tied my hands to a long wooden beam i new what was coming next and i new it was going to be angony so i juast tried to think of anything else but i wasnt ging to tell him were my diary was cos i no it would be much worse than any of this.

after i was tightly tied to the beam they started doing my legs even tighter and after all of that the gag and blindfold whent bac in to place and befor i had time to brace myself the chair was gone and i was haning fro the beam. and that was real agony i mpphhed and struggled and kicked as much as i could but in mid air i was totally helpless all i could do is hope that my brother would get bored of this soon.

at fist he must have left me about an hour cos when he came bac i was in so much pain i think i was close to telling him anything

After an hour of so i heard the door go and then i heard all four boys down staires talking i then heard them all running up the staires. Once they all got to the top of the landing it went silent so i shouted go away and then my brother shouted back that they were all going to wait outside untill i came out, he also said that it would be easya to just come out cause they would do easier on me. i though about it for a minuet and then just decided thay i might as well get it over with so i unlocked my bedroom door and then was bundled by my brother.

as soon as my brother was on top of me rob started to tie my hands behind my back whilst bill tied my feet together i started to scream so my brother jac quickly clamed his hand over my mouth. i tried to struggle and get away but 3 older and stronger boys vs one girl wasnt going to work so finally i just laid still and got ready for what was going to happen next.

after my hands where securley behind my back and my feet tied my brother and bill carried me in to by brothers room were there was a chair in the middle of the room they then got an dog lead sort of thing and wrapped it once around my stomack then lifted it up and the back and joined it just above my breasts. that was not restricting me anyway it was just put their to hurt which it did a lot.

After that was done they sat me in the chaie and un tied my hands and feet then retied my feet to eack leg of the chair. they then used a thick piece of rope to tie around the froent 2 legs of the chair and my legs. they then took another piece of thick rope and tied it losly around my body and the back of the chair. at that point i just wonderd what was next because their was so muh space around my body i could easily just pull it off, but then my broter pulled my arms towards pulling the rest of my body forwards then i relised what it was doing the rope around the chair and my body was thier so i couldnt move to much forward and once i was as much forward as i could they hooked my arms around the rope around the chair legs and handcuffed my hands between it so i couldnt go back or fowards at all. i was totally trapped and it was very pain full because i had the lead digging in to me and i had the rope tring to pull me back and then my hands tring to pull me forwards.

i was in total pain and started to beg my brother to let me go saying how painfull it was and you no evrthing else you say when your begging someone but my brother just grabbed a sock and stuffed it in my mouth followed by a really tight headband to keep it in place. I tried to carry on begging but all that came out was mmpphhh so i started to try and use my eyes to plea he must have also noticed this because he tok a night time eye mask and blindfollded me.

i mmpphhed and struggled as much as i could just trying to get something lose but it was all tied perfectly it waas obvious that my brother had a lot of expierance in bondage himself so i finally just relaxed and balanced in the middle trying to forget about how much it hurt but then my brother comes right up to me saying were s your diary at that momment i froze he couldnt read my diary i wrote loads about harry his mate in their and how much i fancied him i also wrote about all the things that i had done and that jac had got the blame for so i couldnt let him read that. I shook my head mmpphing trying to say no way but he ungagged me and said tell me where your diary is or i can torture you a hell of a lot, but i still refussed he then grabbed my harir and pulled it forward hurting my head a lot and of course pulling all the ropes which hutr a lot i mean a lot. i started to beg again asking why he was doing this to me and please stop but he just pulled harded i finally said allright its in the top draw of my bedside table (which was a le i was just trying to buy myself some time)

so jac went in to my room and i struugled and pulled as hard as i could but nothing would come lose when i hears jac coming back i really panicked and even started to pull on the handcuffs. you lieing b**** he said you tell me were it is now i tokoone last tug and then shook my heaqd no. allright then he said its going to get lot worse for you.

all the boys started to un tie me but leaving my hands cuffed after i then lay on the floor with my hands still cuffed and my feet still tied and the tight lead still arond me i wonderd what would be next and as i thought that my brother came in tot he room with more rope. all of his mates then made me stand on a chair as they tightly handcuffed and tied my hands to a long wooden beam i new what was coming next and i new it was going to be angony so i juast tried to think of anything else but i wasnt ging to tell him were my diary was cos i no it would be much worse than any of this.

after i was tightly tied to the beam they started doing my legs even tighter and after all of that the gag and blindfold whent bac in to place and befor i had time to brace myself the chair was gone and i was haning fro the beam. and that was real agony i mpphhed and struggled and kicked as much as i could but in mid air i was totally helpless all i could do is hope that my brother would get bored of this soon.

at fist he must have left me about an hour cos when he came bac i was in so much pain i think i was close to telling him anything

but i want to e able to get him back anyone got any good ideas

but i want to e able to get him back anyone got any good ideas

if here is anyone in the swindon area please post to me

if here is anyone in the swindon area please post to me

one day my brother and my mum was out and there was a knock on the door i opended it and thie was harry. i asked him what he was doing hear and he reminded me n how i promished a personal tie up. so after him convincing me a lot a agreed to let him on the condition that no tortures were aloud and he agreed to that so we both went up staires in to my bedroom and i asked him how he wanted to tie me and he said to a chair so i sat down on the chair whilst he went threw a bag of thiings.

he started by tieing my hands behind my back and then secured then with duct tape to the chair he then used the duct tape to wrap a few times around my body to the chair to also followed that by using some rope above and below my breasts to the back of the chair, he then took of both my socks and roled my jeans up and then pulled duct tae all around my ankles then to the pole of the chair. after he finished all that he stood back to look at his work and told me to struggle to see if it was good enough. It was very good and i couldnt really move a lot but i think with a lot of work i culd have got free. i smiled at him and said you practised this didnt you he loked quit embaresed but noded his head he then took one of my socks and stuffed it in to my mouth followed by a load of duct tape.

After all of that i was pretty stuck and actually i couldnt get free one single bit so after a few minuets i statred to mpphed trying to say ok can you let me go now but harry replied oh you want to be tiggled i mpphed and shok my head but he slowly came over to me and started to tiglle my side i am extreamly tiggles so it wasnt hard to have my in hystrecis i mpphed and struggles thre the tiggles all i could but i was helpless and eventually he gave up and un tied me by this time i was busting for the loo and i ran there the secnd i could.

Great stories though, I envy the whole lot of you.

Neighbours alerted the police in the western German town of Schwelm after hearing the 16-year-old's cries for help late on Monday night.

When police entered the apartment, they found the bed had folded itself away and the red-faced youth was tied upside down to it with a tow-rope and wire and unable to free himself.

"He said he did it because he was bored," said Dietmar Trust, a spokesman for the local police. "He was visibly embarrassed but it was also a pretty amusing situation."

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/oukoe_uk_germany_bed

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Maybe the 16 year old kid should have stuck with Sudoku instead?

Nobody spoke. They remained skeptical at my luck; even I had a hard time believing it myself! Chris' lips curled into an annoyed sneer as he watched me grab the 1 of swords, stand, make my way slowly to where little Phil stood in tight bondage against the cross and flash it in front of his face.
Those big tourmaline eyes met mine above the card, the eyebrows loaded with sweat; his heart was pounding like a tambour. It took him a while to realize I had won. Finally, after the uncomfortable silence, he looked up the ceiling mumbling something and sighed, relieved! And if the tape wasn't so firm against his face I would have sworn that he actually smiled.
So naïve, little Phil - he thought I was somewhat nicer than the other ones; in his place, knowing myself just too well, joy would be the last thing in my mind.
I grinned at the boy with the most wicked, mischievous look my greedy desire for vengeance enabled me to show, as though saying, “You really don't know who you're messing with.” I laughed. Phil was helpless and he was mine.
I twirled to face the boys jealously expecting.
“I need you to bring me: one,” I said and paused, searching for memories, “a jar full of water; two, loads of ice; three, a big plastic bottle with its cap and four, a thick needle or a nail.” I showed my open palm to them with only my thumb clutched, so they remember the number of objects.
They stared at me with total puzzlement; my friends sure had no idea what I had in store for poor Phil.
“I'm waiting!” I urged, annoyed.
Tyler and Adrian dashed upstairs. I looked around the dark, gloomy, nevertheless dry basement, for an ideal place to carry out my scheme: it had to be a place where I could hold him down still, very still. Then an idea struck me, and I would've congratulated myself lest my friends should see me as a truly lunatic talking alone.
“Chris, Adam, help me untie Phil from the pole.”
Loop by loop, the smooth ropes binding ankles, thighs, waist, arms and wrists were unraveled while I, using a handy pocketknife, cut the tape that worked both as gag and attachment to the pole. Phil's arms collapsed immediately when released, falling on us, due to the exertion it had demanded on him to stay crucified for about an hour.
“Please, guys, I'm really sorry!” the small boy said.
“You should've thought before betraying us,” I retorted.
“Yes! Absolutely, I did wrong, very wrong – but I'll never do it again. Never!” He threw himself to his knees and pleaded, his hands grabbing my shorts and the eyes full of water. This kid sure had a career as a professional actor!
“Get your hands off me, traitor…” Without hesitation, I grabbed one of his hands and twisted it - Phil yelped. That forced his lean arm to stretch involuntarily, thus turning the boy around to relieve the pressure, after which I gave a further tug and the elbow bent, locking his wrist behind his back. With my free arm, I encircled his neck and tightened the grip. Even though he realized he was stuck and could not pull his limb or move until I decided to move my hand, he tried to break loose.
“Cool down.”
“Let me go!” Phil struggled more.
“Don't make me laugh - I won't let you go. Now stand up, Phil.”
“NO.”
He was still kneeling and I needed to take him elsewhere, but he didn't seem to be very cooperative that day.
“Stand up or I'll break it,” I said and pressed his wrist upwards.
“Ouch, ouch,” he whined and curved slightly back on my shoulder as he got up from the floor. As soon as he was on his feet, and to prevent him from making any sudden kick, I stepped on his foot, which drew Phil's body even closer to mine and kept him definitely in place.
“Ok. I have him. Adam, take the mattress off Phil's bed.”
In the meanwhile, I ordered Chris to wind four pieces of rope - thinner than usual - around Phil's wrists and feet.
The bed was stripped now to its wooden ‘ribs', which I dragged Phil to, always obtaining resistance but tweaking his wrist I was able to lead him on my control.
“Stop! What the hell are you going to do to me?” Phil desperately asked, rotating his neck to face me.
“Do you know what a dictatorship is, Phil?”
“Of course,” he replied, his head cocked to one side, surprised by the question.
“And have you ever heard of the tortures they did on the political prisoners?” I whispered inside his ear.
He stopped dead still. I could feel his heart pounce ten times faster.
“HEEEEEEEEELLLLP!” He suddenly screamed with all his might, struggling and wiggling in a terrified attempt to escape. I rose the arm that was around his neck and pressed my palm firmly against his lips, muffling the cries that echoed as ‘mpphhhhfs' in the room. Well, not that anyone could hear us downstairs, in a closed basement, but I just can't stand someone shouting in my face – and Phil had such an annoying tone when screaming that you can't imagine.
“Shhhh…,” I told him, but Phil continued to shriek and fight. He left me no choice but tighten the grip around his wrist. As painful it was, the boy relented soon and just whimpered miserably under the hand-gag.
“Are you talking seriously?” Adam inquired, “I mean, all I heard about that time… the stuff they did… it was pretty nasty.” He had a disgusted look on his face.
“Relax,” I appeased him with a smile, “he'll be fine. And remember, he's my prisoner until 5 am., so what I say it's going to be done, like you will decide what to do when it gets your turn.”
“But…” Adam seemed concerned.
“I told you he'd be alright. Now stop being a girl and help me.”
“Yeah Adam, c'mon!” Chris laughed. He inserted a sock inside Phil's mouth and secured it with a torn cloth behind his head, as soon as I had removed my hand.
We proceeded to carry Phil to the bed: since he was a skinny little kid, Adam lifted his legs while Chris and I grabbed an arm each. The boy was positioned very high on the bed, almost touching the headpost.
“Tie his hands and legs down – even his head. I don't want him to move at all.”
His arms were forced apart so that his hands lay each side of his head, palms up. The legs were separated as well. I chose a long wide torn cloth, folded it in half and pressed it over Phil's gag, under his head, around the bar and tightened it so that his head was pinned to the bed. Actually, duct tape would have been better, but the space between each bar was not enough for the roll to go through.
Using the dangling ropes from his wrists and ankles, we secured each limb to the several wooden bars the run parallel to his body - always with technique and not unnecessary tightness – and then applied more cord. First, the extremities; we chose a diagonal lashing for its particular utility on this case where the wrist or feet must not move up or down, and then further loops went on top of that and around the bar to hold it down. Chris closed Phil's fingers and taped them in a fist, also securing them to the bed. Furthermore, the knots were tied off behind the bar, thus impossible to reach in the unlikely case he released his taped fingers. When deemed satisfactory, we moved – now only securely wrapping rope around – to the forearms and calves, thighs, biceps, waist, and so on, until little Phil was left utterly and absolutely motionless on the bed.
“Wow, that's what I'd call being tied down!” exclaimed Adam after he finished tying Phil's chest and got up to contemplate his work.
“Struggle.” Phil tried with all his might to move, however there seemed to be no effort big enough that those ropes couldn't suppress. It was as if he became a part of the bed and could not be brought apart; the boy mmmpheed angrily when he realized that the only part of his body where movement wasn't impeded were his toes.
“Perfect.”
As soon as I said that, Adrian and Tyler arrived and the blond boy stared nonplussed at the way his brother had been bound.
“Just in time,” I said.
Adrian seemed hypnotized, his hand stretched in an uncontainable desire to trace Phil's helpless soles.
“Hey!” I slapped the back of his hand.
“Please, Nick, only once…” Adrian eyes glimmered with excitement.
“Not yet!” I barked and grasped the jar with water from Tyler 's hand. Curious eyes approached to see what I was doing: I had dropped all the ice into the water and had started mixing it well.
“Have you ever heard of the Chinese Water Torture?”
Eyebrows rose. No one answered, but they all seemed very interested in knowing more.
“If I remember well, some guy invented it around the 1500's in Italy – but I have no idea why it's called Chinese though,” I pondered on what I had just realized then.
“Well, – gimme that bottle -, it's said it was used on prisoner's during Argentina and Chile 's military dictatorship to extract information. Never failed,” I paused, smiled at Phil, poured the ice-cold water into the bottle and closed it when full, “The prisoner ALWAYS broke down.” I grinned once more at him.
“There was this time, a prisoner-”
“Cut the crap, Nick.” Adrian was the most impatient of all.
“Ok, ok, I'll go on. But first, get me that nail.” I sat next-to Phil and started drilling a hole on the cap of the bottle as I continued, “This torture consists on constantly dripping water on the same spot of someone's body…” My voice trailed off enigmatically, “but the torturers prefer… here.” Phil followed my index finger with his eyes as I placed it on his forehead.
I was pleased by the looks they gave me; it meant it required a demonstration.
“Let me show you.” I cleared Phil's locks of hair from his forehead. Then I quietly stood, grabbed the wooden board that had been used as cross, and attached it vertically - using a diagonal lashing - to the head post of the bed where Phil lay, careful and meticulously adjusting a tad bit curved so that it was just above his face. On the highest part of the board, parallel to it, I duct-taped the bottle upside down, but kept my finger on the hole, impeding water passage. I glanced down at the terrified look on the blond boy's face.
“Minute after minute, hour after hour, the water hits you and there's nothing you can do about it - and eventually you go insane!” I said airily and removed my finger.
A big drop plunged into the air, gained speed like a meteorite on a fall of almost a meter down and splashed right on Phil's front temple, between the eyes.
“MPPPPPHHHHHH!!!”
“Wow!” the boys around me exclaimed almost in unison, seeing the kid writhe and shriek with the second drop that hit above his right eyebrow and ran down his face.
“Where'd you learn something like that??” asked Adrian , marveled by the idea.
“Well, there are things called books , you know,” I mocked, “those with pages and words in them? It'd be nice if you read one once in a while and fill that empty head you have.”
“Oh, shut up!” he replied and punched my arm.
We all turned around when Phil shouted again under his tight gag, blinking hard. The third drop had fallen right inside his left eye because he had moved his head in an attempt to avoid it.
“Damn, you're going to get yourself blind.”
I reached down and positioned his head again on the right spot, then secured his forehead down with a coil of rope, leaving a place clear where the water could fall on.
“And…and… How long are you planning to leave him like that?” Tyler inquired. I held my chin with my hand and looked down at the poor blond boy.
“I don't know, maybe for the whole five hours…”
“MMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHFF!!!”
I laughed.
“It will depend on my mood.” And as a verdict, almost as if the bottle had been waiting for me finish, the next drop nose-dived towards the boy – and hit him. It was just awe-inspiring to watch those tiny little particles, the same ones that are necessary for the survival of every living being, struck an inescapably bound boy's forehead in a constant span of 20-25 seconds, driving him first to a state of annoyance, followed by irritation and continuing to complete restlessness. You could see the muscles in Phil's arms and legs tighten and strain as he tried without success to get some slack from the ropes. He mmppphed almost all the time, directing all kinds of looks to us: pleading ones, sad ones, miserable ones… and when only laughter responded, his brows frowned, the eyes became cold and it turned to an angry stare, grunting what could be taken as not very nice words under the gag.
A freezing drop fell. Then another.
My friends were not likely to hold their good sense of humor – especially in such an opportunity - and like always entertained themselves by pointing out all kinds of remarks to the boy who could not do anything but stare helplessly at the dreaded bottle, how the water accumulated on its cap forming a crest until a point where it was impossible to contain and a fat long droplet detached itself by action of gravity. The kid sighed as the water touched him, relieved, but the knowledge that another drop was coming made him remain in a constant state of apprehensiveness. It must be quite disturbing - you've got to give the guy who invented this some credit.

“I can already see a hole there!” Tyler teased as he squatted to examine Phil's forehead. Adam, on his part, put his palm open over the kid's face so Phil couldn't see; when the drop fell, and was about to touch his hand, he removed it quickly and let the water meet the victim, a much more infuriating ordeal because Phil didn't expect it coming.
Adrian came to me, begging to let him tickle his brother. How could I say no to that blond tickle freak? He slowly traced his way up, first the soles, legs, ribs and armpits while the boy bucked and shrieked at the feeling of wild fingers intensely attacking his smooth skin. Well, everybody was doing some extra stuff, so I decided to join in by placing some left-over ice cubes on Phil's belly and then simply stare how they melted, or take it up and down his torso, through the ‘TRAITOR' marked on his chest until the waistband of his underwear.
It surprised me to see the clock displaying 3:30 in the morning – more than three hours and approximately 520 cold water-drops had passed! We had lost track of time watching, engrossed at the plight of our captive traitor. Phil's face and part of his neck was now shining with water and under the bed, on the floor, it had already formed a small pool from the stream that came from his soaked hair, not to mention that the typical drool had begun to appear from the corners of his mouth.
The boy now started to shout louder than usual.
“Do you think he's getting crazy already?” Chris asked and jerked a thumb at Phil. Our captor yelled once again and wiggled his toes, trying to get attention.
“Don't buy it. He's just pretending,” I said.
“If you say so…” Adrian resumed the torture to the much detriment to the blond kid tied down to the bed. When Adrian got tired, he allowed the liquid do its thing.
Another twenty minutes passed. Phil had grown completely berserk; he began crying hysterically under the gag.
“Ok, ok, stop. Let's hear what he has to say.” I asked Chris to release his mouth. A big sodden wad came out as he panted, his chest rising and lowering with each breath.
“Please, Nick – I – can't – take it – anymore…” If there was a face that could depict exhaustion, that was Phil's.
“But there's still plenty of water inside the bottle!” I pointed up, cheery.
“No! No more water torture, I BEG you!”
I had no idea of the effect of this, until now. He was being sincere (and I'm not that cruel).
“Well, I do have something in mind I was looking forward to trying on someone…”
“Great! Yes, please.” His eyes were watery again.
“But it is not going to be nice,” I warned.
“Anything – anything but this.”
“Okay,” I said as I shoved the wad back into his mouth – he had opened it without request - and tied it off behind his head, “Get him up people.”
My friends unwound the ropes around every and each limb from Phil's body. There were some marks from the struggling the boy had put; nonetheless his arms were tied in a horizontal folded position behind his back, one above the other, each wrist lashed to the forearm that was above or beneath it. Further rope that went around his chest helped to pin the boy's arms. His upper part was deftly immobilized by now – and his hands remained taped. I marched him under a beam (or a thick pipe, can't remember) and wrapped several times a strong, long coil around his left ankle until I deemed it secure and that would not cut circulation. You'd ask yourselves why only one ankle, like Adrian, Tyler, Chris and Adam did – maybe little Phil as well – but there was a damn good reason for it. I threw the end of the rope over and across the beam and pulled it down.
“Hmmmppmmmff?” The boy said, surprised to realize his left leg was gradually stretched behind, lifted upwards, and now had to balance on one foot! I pushed the rope under the bindings on his back – the loops that pinned his arms – and pulled, then threw it again over the beam, one loop around the ankle and again across the beam to the back, repeating the process two more times until there was enough tension on the rope that could support the whole body with his leg without being painful. This was a predicament I was sure Phil wasn't used to. Every attempt to move on his behalf caused it to either heave his leg – therefore be on tiptoe – or stoop forwards and risk being painfully suspended by one leg. It resumed to one thing: balance. If he could keep himself steady for the next hour or so I had left, it'd be okay. Well, that wouldn't be so difficult if you weren't in the hands of five wicked captors who didn't have any intentions to make it easier for their little traitor whatsoever. Personally, I think he should've stuck to water torture.
“Watch out Phil! You don't want to lose your balance!” Adrian mocked and taunted his ribs, which elicited several muffled giggles from the kid. The other ones jumped in circles around him, some slapping his tummy, some tickling the exposed sole and some just staring, amazed, trying to imagine how it'd be to be tied up like that. However, Phil proved to be quite a resilient prisoner; he didn't lose equilibrium not even once, something that made me wonder.
“Wow, Nick. Your punishments are the best!” Adam said when they finally left poor Phil alone.
“Yeah, I'll do my best to beat him when it gets my turn!” Tyler continued with a cocky tone.
“Me too!” Chris enthusiastically accepted the unspoken challenge.
All of a sudden, it hit me. By trying new, unheard of methods, I had only made this much, much worse for the little blond kid. It meant that each one of them would do their very best to outdo my already absurdly wicked tortures, putting all their effort to see who could submit this boy in the worst predicament. Now I began to feel sorry for Phil. But there was nothing else I could do. It was 4:59 am and in one minute, Phil's fate would be deposited upon that tall, awkward misty-looking guy named Christopher.

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We played in the dark while are parents were at the BBQ down the road. it was girls against boys. we played for hours. I was behind a tree when Emily grabbed me from behind.Both holly and Emily were hott. Holly had long blonde hair and blue eyes like me. Emily had long brown hair and bright green eyes.

So Emily grabbed arms and foced me to the ground then Holly came and helped take me to Hollys room. Her house was empty so I new I couldn't be rescued.In her room I got tied up. Note that I was captured by two girls so it was 2 against 1. they tied my hands up tight and then my feet. I could't move. "This is not fair!I was ambushed." Holly looked at me and said "did I say we were fair" then they left for a while. If they didn't come in a few minutes i was goning to call for help. A minute later they came back with a bag full of stuff. "untie me" i said to them, they just giggled and dumped out the bag. In it was duct tape, food, and two sodas. "What are you going to do to me,are you going to tape my mouth?" they kept giggling and Holly said "mayby" then Emily said "what should we do with him?" "I got an idea" said holly.
She took off her shoe and peeled of a dirty pink sock, "We don't want you screaming" and she gagged me with the sock. It was warm and had The sour taste of sweaty feet. Then she sealed my mouth shut with the sock in it with duct tape. I had expected them to torment me but i was becoming uncomfortable being at there mercy because now I could not call for help!
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Hi. My name is Dinah, and I'm 15 years old. Since I can remember, I've always liked to be tied up, or see other girls tied up. I wasn't really into seeing boys tied up. I got into it, I believe, when I was watching Small Soldiers, and seen Kirsten Dunst tied and gagged. Anyway, I have natural blond hair, though I have it dyed brown at the time, and green eyes. I'm kind of shorter than most girls at my school, so I'm only 5'2''.

Anythis, this is my first tie up. My older sister had been friends with this girl at school, and her friend had a little brother, who was only a year older than me. We became good friends, and at one time, he had invited me over. I was 11 at the time, and he was 12. I spent the night, but the next day his mother had to leave for work, so a baby sitter came over. Jessica, my friend's older sister, stayed in the house with the Sister and they played Scrabble and watched a movie. We were outside in the backyard, and my friend, Derek, had invited his friend over to play. We were all sitting at a table outside on the back-porch, playing our Gameboys. I wasn't really into videogames like I am now, and didn't have a Gameboy, so I borrowed Derek's.

Derek had left, and went into his garage where his mother had all the tools, such as hammers and whatnot. (His mother and father were seperated, by the way) I hadn't noticed Derek, since I was playing the Gameboy, and he came out with some long ropes and duct tape.

He had taken the Gameboy away, and he immediately tied my stomache to the chair. I tried to move, but couldn't. I asked what he was doing, but he didn't answer. He pulled my arms behind my back, and with a long rope, he tied my hands together tightly, and with the remainder of the rope, he tied my elbows tightly together. I was very uncomfortable, and tried screaming, but Derek's friend put his hand over my mouth. All that came out was MMMMMPPPHH. Derek used another rope, and tied my ankles to the legs of the chairs so my legs were spread, and he tied my knees to the chair as well. He took both my shoes and socks off, and at the time I had small ankle socks on, so he stuffed both into my mouth. At the time, I was liking this, but didn't show it.

Derek told his friend to get the babysitter, and she came out. She seen me tied up, and asked if I was alright, and I nodded. She told them to make sure I get untied, and went back inside with Jessica. After she had left, they gently set my chair back so I was laying on my arms, which hurt very much, and they took turns tickling my feet.

Out of all my tie-up experiments, this was probably my favorite one. I was terribly ticklish, and at the same time I was in a lot of pain because my arms were being squashed between the wood of the porch and my body was just applying pressure onto them. They eventually untied me, and I got my shoes and socks back on. I didn't say anything, but I think Derek had a fetish for bondage as well because after this, I've been tied by him at least 20 more times, easily, as for I would goto his house or he would come to my house once or twice every week.

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At first, we had simple games. When you were hit, you were out. When both people on a team were out they lost and we played again. When we got bored with the simple game, we started expanding on the rules to make the games more interesting. First, I think, we added capture the flag elements. We would put a bandanna in my house, and they would put one in theirs, and we'd have to kill the other team or retrieve the bandanna. For the most part one person from each team guarded the house, while the other went to infiltrate the enemy house.

At first, we did not incorporate any tie ups into the game. But, during one game, I was having a shoot out behind my house with Tara. I was a little more careful with my ammo than her, and she quickly ran out. She ran out a bit from cover and tried to get to one of the balls I shot at her to load into her own gun. I was wise to this, and quickly closed in on her to make sure I got the hit. When I was about 2 feet away, about to shoot her, she dropped her gun and put her hands in the air. I had the idea to take her hostage. I told her to put her hands behind her back, and used her hair tie to bind them. She complied and was giggling the whole time. I looped it around her hands, twisted it, and looped it again. It was looped around 3 or 4 times before it was too tight to loop again. It was pretty tight and she couldn't get her hands out.

I made Tara walk in front of me as I entered their base (her house) to find the flag or Steph. I quickly found Steph in the kitchen as I entered the living room. I used Tara as a human shield to close in and get the kill on Steph, winning the game. I went to untie Tara but Steph told me to see if she could get out herself first. Tara struggled for about 5 minutes, but could not slip her hands out, so we helped. Getting her out was quite hard because it was so tight.

This was the extent of my first tie up experience. It was pretty short and mild, but it paved the way for future games in which we incorporated a lot more hostage taking, tie ups, and tickle torture.

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Some people may wonder why I haven't updated the Richard UK fan site for ages. That is mainly because Richard hasn't posted a new story in ages, and when he stopped posting, I kind of lost heart, so I haven't bothered to update even the non-Richard ("Other") stories area of my site.

I've been saving stories I liked from here to add to the Other Stories area, but knowing Richard is gone and may not post another story, ever, depresses and unmotivates me.

Richard, if you want, you can email me stories and I will add them to my site. If you need a safe email address, get a free account at www.fastmail.fm and use that. Fastmail even lets you bounce spam, to deter spammers. And if things get too bad, you can always start a new account and let the old one be automatically deleted due to disuse.

I'll try to motivate myself to update the Other Stories area sometime, but I can't promise it will be anytime soon.

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Keep it real haha

Keep it real haha

The issue here is that she wants her daughters to join in roleplay, strictly in a NON-sexual way (kidnapping, DID roleplay, that kinda thing) and the girls want to, as well. I have NO desire whatsoever to make these roleplays sexual, but I was wondering.....is it still inappropriate to play bondage games with underage girls, even if sexual contact is completely off the table?

The issue here is that she wants her daughters to join in roleplay, strictly in a NON-sexual way (kidnapping, DID roleplay, that kinda thing) and the girls want to, as well. I have NO desire whatsoever to make these roleplays sexual, but I was wondering.....is it still inappropriate to play bondage games with underage girls, even if sexual contact is completely off the table?

Does someone have YOU tied up someplace?

Does someone have YOU tied up someplace?

And I much appreciate the influx of fresh new authors we've been getting. Keep it up people! :)

I only had my hands tied once by my brother when were kids and had been teased about being tied up by people including a hot girl 3 years older than me. She joked about tying my hands behind my back and tying my legs together once at work. It was embarresing but I found it exciting too, as she told me later that I was cute even though she had a guy.

I've never had the pleasure of being bound by an attractive woman or girl, or had the chance to tie someone up. It would have to be someone I could trust. I do have a thing for females with bobbed haircuts that are shaved/cropped at the back and longer at the sides. So I'd love it if a girl with that sort of hairstyle, tied my hands behind my back, tied my legs together, sat me on a sofa and sits next to me, telling me how cute I am, massaging me and stroking my hair. Then later when she unties me, she lets me tie her up in the same way, and do the same to her.

I would find a gag uncomfortable, and wouldn't gag her if she didn't want that but, I would if she insisted. I would stay with her in case she has trouble breathing.

Anyway, remember guys, keep it clean, keep your clothes on, and be safe and responsible!

Roper

I only had my hands tied once by my brother when were kids and had been teased about being tied up by people including a hot girl 3 years older than me. She joked about tying my hands behind my back and tying my legs together once at work. It was embarresing but I found it exciting too, as she told me later that I was cute even though she had a guy.

I've never had the pleasure of being bound by an attractive woman or girl, or had the chance to tie someone up. It would have to be someone I could trust. I do have a thing for females with bobbed haircuts that are shaved/cropped at the back and longer at the sides. So I'd love it if a girl with that sort of hairstyle, tied my hands behind my back, tied my legs together, sat me on a sofa and sits next to me, telling me how cute I am, massaging me and stroking my hair. Then later when she unties me, she lets me tie her up in the same way, and do the same to her.

I would find a gag uncomfortable, and wouldn't gag her if she didn't want that but, I would if she insisted. I would stay with her in case she has trouble breathing.

Anyway, remember guys, keep it clean, keep your clothes on, and be safe and responsible!

Roper

I think that the stories from each month should be kept posted in a seperate section so instead of waiting forever for the stories to be archived, they can be viewed. Then when they are finally archived, they can be removed.

I think that the stories from each month should be kept posted in a seperate section so instead of waiting forever for the stories to be archived, they can be viewed. Then when they are finally archived, they can be removed.

I've been in a very similar situation, with girls the same age, and nothing sexual ever happened and we all had a lot of fun. If you'd like to talk or ask me any questions please feel free to email me.

Tom

I also have some photos, if you are able to get any next month, we can trade.

Tom

It was cute though. Have you played any tickling games that involved tying up?