This story took place when I was about 10 - 11 and Batman was al the rage in my neighbourhood and me and my friends watched the classic old Batman TV show religiously and played Batman all the time and I always played Robin when we did because I was small for my age and most importantly I had a cool Robin costume made for me by my mom for halloween. It was close to the one worn on the tv show, red vest with "R" insigna, green briefs, little yellow silk cape,black mask and little green boots. I loved dressing up as Robin and even sometimes did self ties as I loved the sensation of being tied up and helpless in my little Robin outfit and imagining I had been caught and tied up by the villain's henchmen.

I had a young aunt, she was about 29 - 20 who was a tall very atrractive blonde haored woman and she lived alone in a huge house. I used to like to imagine she was secretly a criminal and used her house as her hideout. She had a friend named Cathy, also in her late 20's who was sometimes there when I visited my aunt's house and she too was a very attractive woman. I loved exploring her big house specially her basement which was full of old crates and furniture etc. and i imagined it as the perfect "villain's hideout" and I fantasized about being caught snooping around there in my Robin costume and getting caught by my aunt and her friend (My aunt's name is Liz by the way) I never imagined I would actually get to live out my fantasy but it happened one weekend while I was spending the whole day at my aunt's.

I had secretly brought my Robin costume this time in my big backpack and I had planned to slip into it if my aunt left me alone for any length of time. My chance finally came after working hard all morning helping her in her garden when she went in after hearing phone. She came back out and told me she was gonna go pick up her friend Cathy and then stop for some cigarettes at store. And thast she would only be 20 minutes or so. I told her I would "guard her place". That made her laugh and she said ok as long as I stayed in house and kept doors locked. I promised and the instant she was out front door I was at my backback and hurriedly changing into my Robin outfit. I started to explore her place, my heart pounding. I ended up in the basement and was hoping to find some rope to tie myself up with and play out my Boy wonder being captured fantasy when to my delight found a big wooden box full of all kinds of ropes.

(sorry again for all the small installments and will continue storyline later tonight)

(To be continued)

...aaaah, never mind, you know what I always say here... ;-)

Cathy plopped down beside me and put me in a tight bear hug and my aunt produced a small dish towel and shoved it over my mouth. She said something like "This chloroform will take care of you Boy Wonder" I struggled a bit and played my part hummmphing through the towel before pretending to pass oit and felt myself being allowed to collapse back onto the couch and my aunt perfecting a smokey,low evil laugh which I loved. I heard her tell Cathy to go get some ropes and heard a match strike and could smell a cigarette and felt warm smoke being blown over my bare legs. I loved the sensation. I was so excited to hear her say "get some ropes" and was so happy that they planned to continue our kidnap game and planned to tie up the Boy wonder again. I concentrated on pretending on being knocked out but mind was racing and again couldn't believe this fantasy was actually really happening and playing out.

My aunt returned shortly with a roll of black duct tape and tore off a small stip and sat on the edge of the table and taped my mouth shut then playfuly ran her finger tips over the tape gag. "There that should keep you quiet boy blunder!" she said in a playful tone. She sat back on the couch and got her still lit cigarette from ashtray. She took a deep drag and let the smoke blow over me which I admit I loved and prompted me to tug at ropes and squirm some more and pretend to cough from her smoke. I mumbled thru the gag. "Well Boy Wonder we have to decide what we are gonna do with you. Have to come up with a cool demise for you, a good way of disposing of you. You see how bad being a little snooper can be?" I looked at her with wide eyes behind my mask. I knew she was kidding about getting rid of me and I played the part of the scared superhero.

Cathy whispered something again to my aunt. She smiled and told me Cathy suggested keeping me in their lair for a day or two to amuse them and have some fun tormenting me. I of course mmmph'd through the tape gag and tried to look defiant and distressed once again making them both laugh.

It's was after school, me and my best friend, Nathan walk back to my house. Nathan is same height with me and heavier than me just a little bit. He has black hair. He will be sleeping in my house for a few days. My parents were out for the weekend, so I can do anything I want.

We reach my house and it was a very HOT day. So when we reach home, Nathan straight of took of his shirt. He body is fitter than me and he seems to have almost a six packs. After he gone shirtless, I also took of my shirt. Then something just pop into my mind. I always want to tie him up, so I ran up stairs to get prepare. After that, I ran down and Nathan was lying on my sofa shirtless. I jump on him, he was shock. Next, I tickle him. He seems to be very ticklish. I ask him to follow what I call him to do. He was helpless and has to agree.

I will continue the story some other time. Hope you guys love this story

After 15 minutes of tickling, I then started to play with his nipples. When I started to rub his nipples. He started laughing again. Next I took two cloth pins and clip it on his nipples. Then, I took a bunch of ice and apply it on his upper body. He was struggling but it was helpless.

After that, I took a digital camera and took picture of him and insert it in my computer. He was yelling, I didn't care. Then, I went online, played my Play Station 2 until 8pm and he was tied up for 5 hours. I looked at him. Then t was I tickle him again. This time it was 30 minutes. After that, I went and ate my dinner then watch TV. About 11pm, I went to sleeping on an extra bed in my boxers because I don’t like to on my air-conditioner.

Want to know what happen next? When did Nathan escape? Did he got his revenge? I continue the story later.

I stopped writing for two reasons. First, shortly following my last story, an intense and rather unpleasant war of words broke out here. People are of course not only entitled to their views on stories but to express them. Nevertheless at this time some quite personal attacks were levelled, although I would hasten to add that I do not recall being on the receiving end of any, save perhaps a few very indirect and heavily veiled ones. Opinions became highly polarised. Several good contributors stopped writing on these pages and I have always assumed, whether rightly or wrongly, that the "flame wars" were to blame.

Taking the above into consideration I stopped writing. Flame wars came and went and recently we have been blessed with some excellent tales (I don't enjoy them all, but it has often been said here that there is a scroll bar on the side of the page!). Recently I returned to my diaries and I think I can provide you with at least a couple more tales, which shouldn't step outside the guidelines of the site.

Watch this space...

Is it a glitch and can it be resolved?!

This set of stories when my niece was 12, my age I will leave as indeterminate, other than to say I’m my sister’s oldest brother, which means that when she was her daughter’s, she often spent time tied up and gagged some place. I guess to my sister that made me a bad person, she only called me when she needed something, although that’s largely the way it is with her and anybody.

Elaine, my niece was about 5 feet tall, and probably weighed about 100 pounds at the time, she’s 5'3" and about 125 now, Elaine sort of grew up kind of early, and I got asked If I’d mind watching after her for a bit on a long weekend. This of course meant my niece was being ditched so my sister could go out and have a good time. As far as myself went I was looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend of tearing out some old cement block work in the back yard that needed to just be ripped out. When you work construction you know of places to dump stuff like that even if the dump is closed.

“You know it”, I said.

To Be Continued, Maybe

I am relatively new to this site, but not new to the concept of tie-up games. As a young boy, I played many of them and even started a "Girl Catchers Club" which I ran with my cousins and some of the other boys in the neighborhood. We had a lot of fun tying up the girls and sometimes getting tied up ourselves.

I also saved large portions of my Halloween and Christmas candy for "rewards" to girls who played tie-up games with us. I never really had that much of a sweet tooth, but I DID have a tremendous appetite for tie-up games. I still do to this day. I guess we really never lose these feelings once they become part of us.

Anyway, I hope to post a few of my own stories in this wonderful site in the near future.

By the way, I think there is a lot of writing talent here. I've been reading them and find them delightfully written and a lot of fun to read.

Keep up the great work.

-Jack :-)

I am relatively new to this site, but not new to the concept of tie-up games. As a young boy, I played many of them and even started a "Girl Catchers Club" which I ran with my cousins and some of the other boys in the neighborhood. We had a lot of fun tying up the girls and sometimes getting tied up ourselves.

I also saved large portions of my Halloween and Christmas candy for "rewards" to girls who played tie-up games with us. I never really had that much of a sweet tooth, but I DID have a tremendous appetite for tie-up games. I still do to this day. I guess we really never lose these feelings once they become part of us.

Anyway, I hope to post a few of my own stories in this wonderful site in the near future.

By the way, I think there is a lot of writing talent here. I've been reading them and find them delightfully written and a lot of fun to read.

Keep up the great work.

-Jack :-)

I'd love to hear what transpired next.

I think the idea of giving out candy to convince girls to join you is really clever too. How did they feel about the whole thing?

We'd all love to hear your stories, man. Post them when you can!

I also understand your viewpoint and outlook on the world today. Things have changed a lot in the past 10 years, not to mention 40. I think that in some cases this is a bad thing...boys will be boys, or more accurately, kids will be kids, and they are going to grow up differently all because of the way the world has changed. Some things, like some of the stories told here your own included, were all in good fun, and only meant as fun when they happened. It's really too bad that the world has become what it has. Someday I'll have children of my own, and I personally will let them have the freedom to grow up having the fun they want to without fear of either their parents or the world thinking them strange.

He then looks at his own nipples. He told me that since I gave him a nipples torture. He will give me one too. At that time, I was kind of excited and also nervous. He first pinched my nipples hardly. It was really very painful! He took cloth pins and clips them on my nipples. After that, he took duct tapes, lots of them and tapes my month.

Then, he took the plate that was actually filled with ice that now is filled with icy cold water and pour them on me. I was frizzling. Later, Nathan didn’t even care about taking a bath and off my room light. He then went straight to bed. I was dripping wet. I had no but just to go to sleep.

I will continue it later.

Ken leaves a few blocks away, so in a few minutes he reaches my house. They started by tickling me. I was also ticklish. I roll all over. Then my eldest bro came home. He saw and didn’t care and went upstairs.

I have two elder brothers. The eldest is a senior (18 years old), black hair, got ear ring, nipple ring and even tattoos. He is very cool. My second bro is dirty blonde, black eyes, handsome, and both of them have 6 packs.

After 30 minutes they stop and leave me there till noon and untied me. My hands were kind of numb.

We tied Ken later. Want to know how? I will continued it later.

Next we took him upstairs and before we tied him, I took of his shirt and jeans. He was wearing his jockstraps. He has 6 packs. He was so in-shape. We used ropes, duct tapes to secure him on the chair. We tickle him, but he wasn’t ticklish. Nathan then suggested rubbing his nipples. He was laughing none stop and kept calling us to stop it. After 30 minutes, Ken pee in his jockstraps. Nathan untied his leg and took the jockstraps off. He suggested we leave him nude like this and continued with the tortured. After a while of thinking, I decided to let him wears mine. Mine was definitely tighter. We help him change the jockstraps.

Next I ran downstairs to take some ice while Nathan tapes his mouth with duct tapes. I went back upstairs and first rub his whole body with the ice. He kept MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH! I didn’t care. We saw his nipples were rock hard. Nathan then pinched it and gave it a twist. His nipples were soft again.

I will continued my story later.

After that, I took all the ice and put it in the jockstraps that he was wearing. He then was yelling but all I can hear was MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH! After that, I turn on my air-conditioner and it was starting to get cold. I was still in my boxer. I can feel my nipples turning harder and harder. Nathan pinched both of my nipples, it became soft again. He called me to go out for a jog. I change into my sport shorts and went jogging with Nathan. Nathan wore a Nike shorts. We did not wear shirts. Before we leave, Nathan twisted the cloth pins that were on Ken’s nipples. By the look of Ken’s face, the twist was very pain.

After an hour of jogging, we return and saw Ken there still there. I went to take a bath while Nathan guards him and when Nathan took a bath, I guard him. 9pm, I took photos of Ken and then untied him.

There are still lots of things that happen on that 7 days where my parents were out. I will write about those later. Hope u guys can give me some comments.

Teenbondage's story is poorly written? I count 6 misspellings in what appears to be one long horrible sentence that shold be divided into at least 2 or 3 sentences. Besides you're supposed to capitalize "I" when you're referring to yourself buddy. Don't forget apostrophes. That was his story, and although I don't particularly like it, I don't see why he should take crap about it.

I am tieing myself up a lot in my flat!
Mostly I am in my underear! Ths time, too! I gagged myself with a sock in my mouth and put a half roll of duct tape around my head! I could only make little mmmmpppphhhs!!!
Next I tied my barefeet and kness with a green rope! I tied my hands on the back also with a grenn rope! I made my bonds very tight so that i can hardly move!
So I lay there on my couch and the only movements I could make was to move my fingers and toes! And my knots were out of reach! I couldn't scream because of the tight gag!
I fantasized that I am kidnapped and be hold for ransam! I laid there about two hours , then I made my way to kitchen where I laid an escape knife on floor! I freed myself with the knife!!!
I hope you enjoyed my story...would you like to hear other stories of myself tieing up! I had always put me in a hogtie

Mike

If you are going to post stories here, at least try to make them believable and follow the fucking rules. It wouldn't hurt to proof read for clarity and grammer/spelling errors either.

It's great that you write homoerotic fantasy stories invlovling non consensual bondage, nipple torture, pee, jock straps, incest, and whatever else, but take them somewhere else. That is not what this site is about.

If you are going to post stories here, at least try to make them believable and follow the fucking rules. It wouldn't hurt to proof read for clarity and grammer/spelling errors either.

It's great that you write homoerotic fantasy stories invlovling non consensual bondage, nipple torture, pee, jock straps, incest, and whatever else, but take them somewhere else. That is not what this site is about.

:)

You forgot the many errors in grammar, specifically his poor use of tenses.

One Friday night my girlfriend called me up and told me she had something special planned for us that night. She told me to meet her at the Holiday Inn in the next town over at 10. We're both 18 years of age and seniors in high school. I was surprised and was wondering what my surprise was going to be. I left my house at 9:30 and drove to the Inn in my blue jeep. I parked all they way in one of the back parking spots, because I saw my girlfriend's car parked back there. It was kind of in an out of the way, out of sight area.
I walked into the lobby where my girlfriend was waiting with a big shopping bag from one of the stores at the mall. She told me to her follow her because she had already booked us a room and had the key. We got in the elevator and went up to the 3rd floor, the floor right below the top. We walked down the hallway to our room, which was one of the one's at the end and had a window facing the back. Behind the Inn was woods.
We went inside and took off our shoes. She dumped out the bag she was carrying on the bed. On the bed there was a black silk blindfold and two pags of soft, black, padded love cuffs that velcroed shut. There was also a box. On the front was a man wearing a leopard print g-string, with leopeard print fringe hanging in front of the pouch. My girlfriend picked up the box and gave it to me and told me to go put it on. I went into the bathroom, changed, and came back out. While I was in the bathroom, my girlfriend had opened up the love cuffs and blindfold packages. She had me stand in the middle of the room with my hands behind my back. She took one set of love cuffs and strapped them tightly to my ankles. Though they were velcroed, they were linked together by one small chain, about two links. You can use your hands to get them off, but you can't break out of them. My girlfriend put the other set of love cuffs on my hands. She helped me walk over to the bed and had me stand with my back to it.
I was wondering what was going to happen next. From behind her back, my girlfriend took a role of duct tape out which she must have hid. She taped my hands into fists so I couldn't undo the velcro on the love cuffs. She got real close to my face, and I thought she was going to give me a kiss, but instead she put a strip of duct tape over my mouth and then wrapped some more around my head. I gave her a puzzled look, and that's when she told me she was breaking up with me. I yelled into my gag, but all she did was turn on the tv, so no one would be able to hear me. She put the blindfold on me, slapped my rear, and pushed me over onto the bed. She told me to enjoy myself because I would have to wait for someone to find me. I heard her pack up the empty boxes. I heard the door open and then some locks being done. Then there was silence. My girlfriend was gone. She had tied me up wearing nothing but a leopard g-string and then broke up with me.
I couldn't pick myself up with my hands behind my back, it was too hard. And with all the tape over my mouth and the tv on, nobody would be able to hear me. So I just layed on the bed practically naked, waiting for the cleaning person to find me. I thought of how embarassing it would be to be found, but how great it would be to be free and go home. I got tired of waiting after what felt like an hour, so I rolled off the bed. By rubbing my face on the floor, I was able to push off the blindfold. Then I managed to get myself standing after struggling to do so. I was able to walk around, but just little steps. I made it to the bathroom and saw the my clothes were gone. I tried to unlock the door, but with my hands mitted, it was no use. I walked myself back over to the bed and sat down to watch the tv. Then I realized that the movie I was watching was Maid in Manhattan, and the part where they were about to call room service was coming up. I got off the bed and pushed the phone off the reciever. I placed my fist on the volume button and turned the tv all the way up. Then I pushed the button for the front desk. They answered and just on time the person in the movie called for room service. The person at the front desk said someone would be up shortly. I pushed the volume down button and silenced the tv completely. When there was a knock on the door and someone said room service, I started grunting into my gag. The person just unlocked the door with the master key and came in and saw me on the floor tied up in the leopard g-string. The employee, who was a man, came over and unvelcroed my hands and feet. He got a pair of scissors off his cart and cut off my gag and the tape from my fists. He asked me what happened and I told him my friend played a joke on me. I then left the room wearing only the g-string and went into the elevator to the lobby. As I walked across the lobby, the women behind the desk just stared at me. I ran out to my car because it was cold and morning. As I ran, people saw me but said nothing. I got into my jeep and drove home. I got dressed and never spoke of what happened again, but I saved the g-string to remember the moment.

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My mom babysat my cousins Larry, Andy and Marie quite often, which always gave us some nice playmates. She didn’t mind our tie-up games as long as we didn’t tie anything around anyone’s neck or try to hang anyone.

Mom even cut strips of cloth from old beds sheets for us, making bandanas out of some of them, and bonds out of others. She even bought us some soft cotton rope for us once. Dad also found our games amusing and told us stories about some of the tie-up games he had played when he was a kid.

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Our early tie-up games involved my boy cousins, my girl cousin, my sister and brother. Somebody would become the prisoner of somebody else and got their hands poorly tied in front or behind their backs, and maybe a scarf would be tied around the mouth as a gag. We rarely tied their feet in the beginning as we were constantly marching them around or hiding them from would-be rescuers.

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I must admit, at the beginning, we were lousy at tying each other up, and even worse at effectively gagging our captives. Our prisoners usually escaped within a couple of minutes and the loose scarves we used as gags usually slipped off of our captive’s mouths with very little effort. Even when in place, they are utterly worthless. This all had to change and eventually it did.

We guys (my cousins and I and later a few of the neighborhood boys) got the idea of chasing the girls and capturing them. This became the “Girl Catchers Club” I mentioned earlier. When we got them captured, we had to somehow hold them. At first we just hung on to them, pinning their arms to their sides or holding them behind their backs. Quite often, we would also hold our hands over their mouths. They would “mmmpfh” and try to bite us, so we eventually learned how to effectively hand-gag a girl without getting bit by folding the palms of our hands a little and making sure our fingers were above their lips.

We tried to tie up a couple of girls, but they easily escaped. We realized that if we were to stay in business as girl catchers, we had to develop our bondage skills.

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One day our elder cousin Dennis came over to play. He was the older brother of Larry, Andy and Marie. He was about 15 at the time. His nickname was “Dennis the Menace” (well deserved) and he often got us into trouble. Still, he was family and we played with him whenever he came over.

Cousin Dennis was a “Boy Scout dropout” and knew a few things about knots. It was Dennis who taught my cousins and I the fine art of effectively tying and gagging girls.

Cousin Dennis began to instruct us by tying up his sister. Marie was a good sport about it and I gave her a package of M&Ms for her assistance. He demonstrated the use of a cinch to tighten the bonds on ones wrists, legs and feet. It was Cousin Dennis who also taught us how to bind rope or belts around the arms pinning them to the captive’s body.

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Over the next few weeks, Cousin Dennis taught us how to hog-tie, tree tie, and spread eagle tie (on a fence). When he got done with his lessons, it was safe to say that we were 80-90 % more effective at tying up our prisoners. To this day, I kid old Den about his bondage lessons.

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The Girl Catchers Club had its first major campaign on July 18th, 1966. I remember that day well. It was just four days after our little brother’s 7th birthday. During Billy’s birthday party, we invited nearly all of the neighborhood kids over for cake and homemade ice cream and my boy Cousins and I began to recruit new members to our newly-improved Girl Catchers Club.

Our club rules (which mom helped us write) were simple:

1. Total secrecy. (no bragging or tattling).
2. Total safety. (nothing around the neck and keep it snug but comfortable).
3. Tie ‘em up well, and stay with them. (no sloppy tying and gagging).
4. Gentle but firm treatment of all prisoners.
5. Tickling okay, but not pantsing, and no touching of the girls’ private bits.
6. And finally: NO GIRLS ALLOWED IN THE CLUB- PEROD!

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Our strategy was this: we would first gather up all of the ropes, scarves, bandanas, belts, etc. we could find and divide them among ourselves. Each boy (there were six of us on this first raid) would get enough gear to effectively tie and gag one girl. Our gags were made of either bandanas, strips of clean cloth…each with a brand-new 25¢ rubber ball rolled up in the middle of it and held in place with a small piece of string (cousin Dennis’ idea).

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The tea party was well under way when we positioned ourselves along our wooden fence. We watched the girls for about two minutes and then Dennis got a good idea: “You boys should split up into three groups or squads- two boys each, and attack them from three sides”.

We all agreed and Larry and I formed one squad (A), James and Roger were squad B and Andy and Mike made up the third squad (C). Brother Billy was our spy (a role he loved) and he was going to act as a distraction (and look out for the twins’ mom).

Dennis retreated to our tree house headquarters, and began to sip a coke and watch us through my dad’s hunting binoculars. He had my dad’s duck call and would blow it if he saw any adults coming.

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We boys had prepared well for our attack by practicing on each other. We did everything but gag each other (we wanted to keep our gags clean for the girls). We knew how to gag by now anyway. It was simply a matter of slipping the business end of the gag into the girl’s mouth quick enough so as to prevent her from calling out and alerting our mothers. Once the gag was in place, we had to quickly secure it around her head and knot it tight. This took practice but each of us finally got the hang of it.

Squad B (James and Roger) went around the block and sneaked into the neighbor’s backyard directly behind the tea party. Cousin Larry and I (Squad A) stayed in my yard and Andy and Mike (Squad C) went over to Mike’s house (on the other side of the tea party from us).

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A brief description of our victims is in order:

My sister, Paula was 11 going on 12 and at that time had a short pixie haircut. Her hair was reddish brown and she was rather tall for her age, but not as tall as Colleen (Paula’s older friend from school). Colleen was the tallest among all of us except for Andy who was only slightly taller than Colleen. Colleen had lovely red hair (tied in a ponytail) and lovely green eyes and nearly as many freckles as Billy. At age 13, Colleen was beginning to develop very nicely. She was tall, athletic and very good in school. I also had a crush on her, but felt she was out of my league. Besides, my cousins Andy and Dennis liked her and I knew it.

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Cousin Marie looked like she could have been Paula’s sister. Her hair color was the same, only she had hers tied in a ponytail in the back. She was wearing a cute sun suit (as was my sister) and pair of rubber flip-flops (then called “thongs). She was also 11, but had just turned 11.

Janet and Jenny were identical twins and very cute. They had dark-haired and had soft brown eyes. Both were my age at the time (10 years old). Jenny was dressed in a yellow sun suit while Janet (my favorite of the two) was dressed in blue denim cutoffs and a red short-sleeved cotton shirt. She was the cuter of the two twins, and was a pretty good wrestler for a girl. A few years later, Janet blossomed into a beautiful young woman and we became boyfriend and girlfriend for about 8 months in our mid teens. Janet was the first girl I ever kissed (really kissed). I was heartbroken when the twins’ dad got a better job offer and moved the family to Florida. I never saw her again after that.

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“Hey wanna play Hide and Seek?” Billy asked the girls. “I’ll hide and you can find me, okay?”

Marie and Paula talked to the other girls (Janet and Jenny), and Colleen.

“Sure Billy" said sis. "We’ll close our eyes and count to one hundred while you hide”.

That was our cue. As the girls placed their heads down on the long red picnic table and began to count, we all climbed over the fences we were hiding behind and crept up behind the girls. Keeping quiet was a problem, but our dog Bettie was barking all the time anyway and helped to mask the noise we made.

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Since there were only five girls to six boys, (seven counting Billy) we had them easily out-numbered. Roger was on the shy side but would help hold down legs, pass bonds, tie feet, etc.- while Billy would serve as our ever-faithful lookout. Dennis (our advisor) was also serving as lookout, with a duck call in one hand and his coke in the other.

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It's great to have you with us, Jack!

I lifted Janet up off of her bench and pulled her gently to the ground. She trashed and struggled, but I had her in a very tight grip and she wasn’t going anywhere. I flopped down behind her and pinned her arms to her sides with my legs and quickly shoved a rubber ball and bandana gag underneath the hand that was tightly clamped over her mouth. I felt her body jerk at the surprise of being gagged, and after knotting it tightly behind her head, I began to reach for her hands.

Mmmmmpffhh!!! Janet mewed as I grabbed her around her arms and firmly pushed her onto her tummy. The sound of her mewing was like music to my ears. I felt a warm rush all over my body and a feeling of total victory.

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Janet was quite a fighter. I had wrestled with her many times but this time, Janet seem much stronger than before. It took me nearly 5 minutes to get her hands snuggly tied behind her back. She was somewhat of a tomboy and was the only one of the girls wearing denim cutoffs.

As I mentioned earlier, the rest of the girls were wearing floral sun suits, except for Colleen, who was dressed in a knee-length dark blue skirt and a white blouse (which picked up a few grass-stains in the struggle). It was warm out, so the girls were either wearing ponytails or had their hair cut short. This made tying gags all the more easy.

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After that, I took out a long strip of cloth from my pillowcase and tied it around her arms and elbows. I made sure it wasn’t too tight. It was mostly for looks anyway.

Once snuggly bound, I helped Andy with Colleen (who was really strong for a girl) and once Colleen was hog-tied, Andy and I helped the others tie up their girls.

Thinking back, I suspect that Dennis was having quite a blast watching all of this from the safety of our tree house. I am surprised he didn’t invite his friends over and charge them admission.

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Each girl was hog-tied and gagged and utterly helpless. Paula and Marie were red faced but enjoying it (we had played many tie-up games with them before).

Jenny was madder than a wet hen and thrashing around like a beached salmon. Janet, (the girl I hog-tied) was a bit quieter than her sister, but equally as mad and working on her bonds with her fingers…trying to free herself. I could see Janet biting down on the soft rubber ball filling her mouth and tied to the center of the bandana gagging her. She let out a couple of muted screams and “mmmmpfs” and then settled down again and tried to free herself.

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Andy walked over to the mewing and struggling young ladies and said with a smirk: “Okay girls, here’s the deal. Jack has two nice candy bars for each of you if you can get loose in less than a half-hour. If you CAN’T, then you will remain bound and gagged for another 20 minutes and will also get tickled for the final 10 minutes before we untie you.

A chorus of muffled “Mmmmpfffs” could be heard as the girls protested.

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AND, if you DO get loose in 30 minutes, I’ll give you each THREE candy bars….AND we’ll let you girls tie US up….but you can’t tell anyone about our game. OKAY?”

One by one, the girls all nodded in agreement and I took out the small pot-metal kitchen timer I had in my pillowcase. I set it for 30 minutes and set it up on top of the picnic table. It was ticking like a bomb, which we boys thought was cool.

We then gently placed our prisoners in the shade of the garage and sat back and watched them struggle. It was so delicious. We taunted our prisoners and after making a quick trip to our freezer, I waved the candy bars (then wrapped in waxed paper wrappers) in front of their noses. The candy bars were still frozen and I bent down and touched their legs, and the back of their necks with the frozen confections before walking back to a lawn chair and sitting down for the show. This tickled them and made them squeal into their tight gags.

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There was just one thing we boys hadn’t counted on….and that was the teamwork of our prisoners. Our bound and gagged girl captives were not so dumb after all. Janet (the one I had tied up) was a genuine tomboy who had joined the tea party only after we boys had refused to let her play with us.

But as everyone knows, tomboys more often than not, carry pocketknives!

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Now Janet was very flexible and managed to roll around onto her back and position her heels beneath her. Except for Andy, the rest of us boy tied our captives’ feet at about 90º angles (not considered a strict hog-tie) so they weren’t in any discomfort. With Janet in this position, she was giving her hands more slack with which to work AND positioning her right front pocket (which contained the knife) in such a way as to let gravity help her reach it.

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“Crap!” I said in a loud voice. “Janet has a pocket knife and is cutting her ropes!”

I had tied Janet’s hands behind her with soft cotton rope. Had I used strips of cloth like most of the other boys, she may have had more trouble freeing herself. Unfortunately for us, she was able to cut the rope connecting her feet and hands and quickly sat up and began to saw through her wrist bonds.

“Oh we’re in for it now guys!” said Mike “They still have about 18 minutes and Janet’s almost free!”

Once Janet had control of her pocketknife, she was able to free herself in less than two minutes. We said nothing about each girl having to free herself without help from the others (once they were free), so when Janet began to untie the other girls’ hands, we knew we were in for it.

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As the girls untied each other, they removed their gags and wiped the saliva from their lips. One by one their voices increased. They were laughing in triumph and smiling at us boys with evil impish grins.

I looked down at the pile of ropes, belts, bandanas, gags, etc. that was forming between the girls as they freed themselves. The grin of victory had gone from our faces and straight onto theirs. We were looking sheepish now and a little embarrassed.

As each of the girls became free, they felt empowered and victorious. Their initial outrage at having been pounced upon and captured was totally gone. They knew that I was a man of my word. Paula had told them many times that I hoarded my Halloween candy like a chipmunk and they often begged me to share it with them.

Well I guess they would get what they wanted now.

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“Andrew my dear, I am going to tie you up so tight, you will never get loose! NEVER! And I am going to stuff the same gag into YOUR mouth that you used on ME. See if you like THAT!”

I could see that Andrew was looking worried and excited at the same time. My comrades were a bit ticked off at me for telling the girls that they could tie us up if they escaped within the allotted time. We all knew, however, that it would be good insurance against the girls tattling on us. If they got a chance to tie us up, then they would be in the same boat as we boys, should a storm come our way.

Besides that, each of us in our heart of hearts relished the idea of being bound and gagged by the girls. We didn’t think they could do a very good job, but it somehow thrilled us boys nonetheless.

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The girls were now all free and were sorting out the ropes, gags and stuff and dividing them between themselves.

It was then that I spoke up:

“Hey we can’t do this now. We don’t have time. Sharon (the twin’s mom) will be waking up soon and we will get in big trouble. Besides the gags are soaked with YOUR spit and you are NOT putting them in our mouths!”

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“Ok, but a promise is a promise. We will take our candy NOW and tie you boys up LATER. We’ll do it on Thursday (which was three days away). You can wash the gags for us and we’ll need two more gags and some more rope to tie up Roger and Billy, Jacky darling.”

(I HATE being called “Jacky”!)

“What?!” said a red-faced Roger. “I only helped a little, I really didn’t tie up any of you.”

“YES ROGER…YOU TOO!” said Colleen in a loud voice. “EITHER THAT OR WE WILL TELL OUR DADS ON YOU!”

Billy beamed and was very excited. The girls grabbed him and gave him a little hug and said how cute he would look all tied up.

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“Girls can’t tie worth crap…besides we can hide pocket knives all over our bodies.:..they might find one of two but not all of them…and we only need ONE to escape with.” I told Roger with a fiendish grin.

Larry spoke up and added: “And if we escape in a half hour, we get to tie you girls up again!…DEAL?”

“Ya!” we boys all said in unison, like a band of junior pirates.

The girls agreed and I gave them their reward. Three candy bars each …that was fifteen candy bars altogether! Almost a quarter of my Halloween candy hoard was gone in one fell swoop!

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“Ya!” we boys all said in unison, like a band of junior pirates.

The girls agreed and I gave them their reward. Three candy bars each …that was fifteen candy bars altogether! Almost a quarter of my Halloween candy hoard was gone in one fell swoop!

One thing for certain, however. None of the girls would squeal on us. They were looking forward to their revenge and in a strange way, so was the Girl Catchers Club.

-THE END-

The grammar doesn't matter so much, you're right. Instead, let's look at the content. Go reread his stories again; you can't honestly believe they are true.

They are pure fantasy with overt sexual themes. They break both main rules of this webpage, which are to keep it clean and keep it true (at least believable).

The grammar doesn't matter so much, you're right. Instead, let's look at the content. Go reread his stories again; you can't honestly believe they are true.

They are pure fantasy with overt sexual themes. They break both main rules of this webpage, which are to keep it clean and keep it true (at least believable).

Thanks

somone: I know from being on a football team, wearing a jockstrap does not hurt you if you wear it all day. Uncomfortable...maybe, especially if you have a "cup" in. I'm going to stop as it seems to be getting too graphic a picture.

Plan to continue your story? It was just starting to get good!

Our neighbors, the McKalens, moved out that year, due to family problems and financial problems. A new family, the Smiths (Name Changed) moved in. Just my luck that they had a daughter my age who was gorgeous. Ashley was a blonde with nice green eyes and a nice body. I fell head over heels with her and she was literally, my "girl-next-door".

We quickly became good friends and hung out every day or so. She had a pool and I had a trampoline, so we never got bored. She also had a little sister, Christine, who was only 10, but you could tell she would grow up to be pretty. I had a brother of 11 and he hadn't gotten interested in girls yet so he and Christine were just friends.

Many a hot day, I had a couple friends over. Max was my age, about my height (5'0) with a mixed hair color of blonde and brown. Max's parents worked in the summer so he brought his little sister over when he came to get out of his babysitting duties. Lindsay is also my age, a little shorter and with long, black hair. Finally, there was Matt, who was a year younger than me. He was tall though and you couldn't tell that he was younger.

Together, the 5 of us and our 3 little friends played many games, whether in the pool or out around the neighborhood. One of these days, we played a game of capture the flag. Christine kept cheating when she was caught by running away, that finally, someone tied her to the fence that served as their jail. Eventually, these tie ups happened more and more often until they were a given part of any game. This probed the basis of our summer.

Our neighbors, the McKalens, moved out that year, due to family problems and financial problems. A new family, the Smiths (Name Changed) moved in. Just my luck that they had a daughter my age who was gorgeous. Ashley was a blonde with nice green eyes and a nice body. I fell head over heels with her and she was literally, my "girl-next-door".

We quickly became good friends and hung out every day or so. She had a pool and I had a trampoline, so we never got bored. She also had a little sister, Christine, who was only 10, but you could tell she would grow up to be pretty. I had a brother of 11 and he hadn't gotten interested in girls yet so he and Christine were just friends.

Many a hot day, I had a couple friends over. Max was my age, about my height (5'0) with a mixed hair color of blonde and brown. Max's parents worked in the summer so he brought his little sister over when he came to get out of his babysitting duties. Lindsay is also my age, a little shorter and with long, black hair. Finally, there was Matt, who was a year younger than me. He was tall though and you couldn't tell that he was younger.

Together, the 5 of us and our 3 little friends played many games, whether in the pool or out around the neighborhood. One of these days, we played a game of capture the flag. Christine kept cheating when she was caught by running away, that finally, someone tied her to the fence that served as their jail. Eventually, these tie ups happened more and more often until they were a given part of any game. This probed the basis of our summer.

Our neighbors, the McKalens, moved out that year, due to family problems and financial problems. A new family, the Smiths (Name Changed) moved in. Just my luck that they had a daughter my age who was gorgeous. Ashley was a blonde with nice green eyes and a nice body. I fell head over heels with her and she was literally, my "girl-next-door".

We quickly became good friends and hung out every day or so. She had a pool and I had a trampoline, so we never got bored. She also had a little sister, Christine, who was only 10, but you could tell she would grow up to be pretty. I had a brother of 11 and he hadn't gotten interested in girls yet so he and Christine were just friends.

Many a hot day, I had a couple friends over. Max was my age, about my height (5'0) with a mixed hair color of blonde and brown. Max's parents worked in the summer so he brought his little sister over when he came to get out of his babysitting duties. Lindsay is also my age, a little shorter and with long, black hair. Finally, there was Matt, who was a year younger than me. He was tall though and you couldn't tell that he was younger.

Together, the 5 of us and our 3 little friends played many games, whether in the pool or out around the neighborhood. One of these days, we played a game of capture the flag. Christine kept cheating when she was caught by running away, that finally, someone tied her to the fence that served as their jail. Eventually, these tie ups happened more and more often until they were a given part of any game. This probed the basis of our summer.

Our neighbors, the McKalens, moved out that year, due to family problems and financial problems. A new family, the Smiths (Name Changed) moved in. Just my luck that they had a daughter my age who was gorgeous. Ashley was a blonde with nice green eyes and a nice body. I fell head over heels with her and she was literally, my "girl-next-door".

We quickly became good friends and hung out every day or so. She had a pool and I had a trampoline, so we never got bored. She also had a little sister, Christine, who was only 10, but you could tell she would grow up to be pretty. I had a brother of 11 and he hadn't gotten interested in girls yet so he and Christine were just friends.

Many a hot day, I had a couple friends over. Max was my age, about my height (5'0) with a mixed hair color of blonde and brown. Max's parents worked in the summer so he brought his little sister over when he came to get out of his babysitting duties. Lindsay is also my age, a little shorter and with long, black hair. Finally, there was Matt, who was a year younger than me. He was tall though and you couldn't tell that he was younger.

Together, the 5 of us and our 3 little friends played many games, whether in the pool or out around the neighborhood. One of these days, we played a game of capture the flag. Christine kept cheating when she was caught by running away, that finally, someone tied her to the fence that served as their jail. Eventually, these tie ups happened more and more often until they were a given part of any game. This probed the basis of our summer.

Does it annoy some of you guys posting, as much as it does me reading?!

Never used to be like this (Nicholas H posted a long story a few weeks ago).

Can SOMETHING BE DONE ABOUT IT?!!!

People in it, and their rough description
Me, Tom, M
15, the "free" sort of guy who likes making fireworks and causing general mayhem.

Amy, F
16, extremely smart, carefree and likes to punch Ilya

Ilya, F
16, shortest of us (in height, by 3 inches or so) and likes to punch Amy

Sara, F
17, sort of average-ish personality, likes making dirty jokes, doesn't look half bad ;)

Tsei, M
17, maniac, sort of our "leader"
His name is pronounced "Say"

Note, none of the names are real. These are the names we use when we do pranks and stuff and get seperated, so we yell our fake names.

This isnt our whole group of friends, just the ones involved in the first story. We will all be out of school (Current in Year 11) in a few months.

A few weeks ago, long story short, I found out how to make a rope-handcuff, but I never actually thought I would play tie-up games with people I know. You know how it is, you read about the lucky few who get to tie someone up and hope that so will you get to, eventually. My advice to you, I was once like you, so get adventurous. ;)

For Science last Monday, we had to bring stuff to make a massive bridge. I took the excuse to get a ball of yarn, and I kept it for myself. So, I snipped off a 2 foot piece and made a rope handcuff out of it.

Scince I had Maths first thing in the morning, I usually wander around helping the poor sods, most of who are likely to fail (I usually get the highest, lol). I counted on Ilya and Amy getting stuck on some or another question and getting mad at each other (in a best friends sorta way). So then I just happened to waltz by and offered to help while Amy went to go look for the teacher, who I knew for a fact, was out smoking somewhere. So, in a passing remark, I told Ilya to look for me by the basketball court later, I had a little "somthing somthing" that might help her. (hint hint...)

She did come to look for me later, and I told her I had something to show her, but it was p&c (Private & Confidential), so I told her to meet me next to a staircase, on the opposite end of the school, virtually deserted. So I took out the rope handcuff, which looks sort of like a giant bowtie when open.

She didnt get it. I told her to put her hands infront of her, put the left loop around her left wrist and the same for the right side. She still didnt get it. She did get it when I pulled the 2 free strings, closing her wrists with perhaps 1 inch between them. All of a sudden, she figured out what it was, and why she might want it. ;)

She then tugged a bit, and scince there was no knot, she did open it. I told her to turn around, and this time, I'll make it harder. I did the same thing with her hands behind her back, and this time I did it with a knot. She struggled for about 5 seconds, then gave up and asked me to untie her.

I told her, if she wants out, she has to do it herself, then stepped back. Both our bags were on the floor, right behind her. Turns out she had a scissors in her bag's front compartment, boo hoo hoo. She did get it to cut through the yarn after a minute or so. She then sort of scowed at me, and said she was going to go think of a good plan to kidnap Amy.

Ilya and I are going to kidnap Amy in 2-3 weeks time, not just yet.

Part 2 of this story will involve me, Tsei, Sara, and 2 "bystanders" (people we know, sort of close friends, but not really best friends).

More later, comments, questions, go ahead. Scince this is a true story involving me as the "hero" (I don't think some of the other stories are real), I'll answer any questions you might have. Now, I can honestly say, learning how to make a rope-handcuff was (and still is) a very useful skill. :)

Not only does it affect the lenght of post, but the number of them across dreambooks apparently.

I'd hate to have to post up on a php site, so badly I wouldn't.

Look for something this saturday, if not before, in any event.

GnRatM, Tom, yours sound like they're going to pick up. Looking forward to them!

To A User, sounds great. Also looking forward to it!

Jack, same there! After that fantastic first part, how could I not? It was awesome!

=)

That's all i gotta say.

Tom: I noticed that YOU had just posted a very large installment (excellent, by the way). How did you do that?

Also, could you share with us how to make "the rope handcuff"? I've never heard of it before. You say it looks like a bowtie? Is it made entirely of rope? How does it work?

To the other posters/story writers: I enjoy your stories and this site very much. I hope more ladies post stories/comments. It is interesting to get a feminine point of view on tie-up games.

Well as I mentioned in my last story I was very blessed to have discovered an aunt who loved tying me up and who really enjoyed my whole Boy Wonder in Peril fantasies as evidenced by my first tie up experience with her and her friend Cathy. I got another chance to don my cape and mask a couple of weeks after that first experience except this time I would find myself taken to another "villainess hideout"

Once again it was a weekend and I had begged my mom to let me go visit Aunt Liz and help her in her garden. My mom got her on the phone and she said she would be delighted to have her nephew over for a visit. I secretly packed my little Robin outfit again and my mom dropped me off at my aunt's big house again. My mom asked my aunt if I behaved myself last time and she just smiled at me and said I had been "a very good boy" (I almost thought she was gonna blurt out "boy wonder")

Thanks

We only played maybe 3-4 games oriented around Capture the Flag before the games became much more tie up oriented. Only one of these stories is worth posting, and if the others read this, they would agree.

We split into 2 teams of 4, with me, ashley, alex (brother) and christine vs. max, lindsay, matt and kim (max's sister).

We have no real boundaries. The point of the game was to bring back the opponents flag to your flag. Your flag needed to be in its spot.

We started the game on the woods side. Ashley and I were still a bit tired from waking up, so Christine and Alex went to go get the flag, while Ashley and I guarded. We talked to each other, getting to know each other. We heard some twigs snap and went quiet. All that was heard was our thumping hearts. Suddenly we heard "Ow" and then a swear word. Out of the nearrby bushes came Lindsay, Kim and Max (who had a couple of thorns sticking out).

Max is a cross country runner and he caught up to Ashley fast and grabbed her. Lindsay caught up to him and together, they captured Ashley. I hid behind the next tree and watched. Lindsay took out some cotton rope and bound Ashley's wrists together behind her back. Max took a bandana and tied it around her mouth. It didn't work very effectively, but they shrugged it off and said they'd fix it when they got back to the hideout.

The hideout...this was feeling less like a Capture the Flag game and more like a kidnapping game...which was fine with me!

Ashley's hands had been retied behind a support beam and her gag replaced with a couple of pieces of black duct tape. She looked rather distressed at her sudden kidnapping and looked very beautiful all tied up.

A hand clapped around my mouth and another wrapped itself around my waist, effectively pinning my arms to my side. "Hello there Tim" said Lindsay satisfactory. She chuckled and led me down into the basement of Max's house. Ashley looked rather disappointed that I was captured.

Max had gone out for the flag, so she was left to tie me up herself. She decided, although it might take more time, that it would be much "cuter" to see Ashley and I tied back to back. The problem was: How would she do that without letting someone out of bonds?

If you can tell me how to post large amounts of text to this room at one time (as I have seen others do) I'll post part 2 of my story in larger installments. IF you don't know how (or won't tell me)I'll post it as I did the first part (in smaller "pages").

I am presently jotting down memories (and trying to fill in the details) of what happened next. I think another girl joined us, but we played so many tie-up games in those days, some of the events are getting blurred together.

Anyway, I enjoy reading your stories very much and will try to post here as well.

How to make a rope handcuff,
It looks sort of like a bow tie, with 2 strings coming out.I'll try my best to describe it.

Take a long piece of string/yarn, fold it in half so both ends are on one side, the middle on the other side.

Pull the middle downwards, so the U shape looks like a P from the side, where the circle in the P is a bunny ear.

Take the left hanging piece of string/yarn and put it through the top of the P, pushing it out in the right direction. Do the same with the right side in the opposite direction. Then, close the noose by pushing the bottom part of the P's loop upwards.

If done correctly, no thanks in part to my crappy description, it should look like a figure 8 with 2 lengths coming out the center. Pulling the left length makes the right O smaller, pulling the right length makes the left O smaller.

Once tied on someone, I would really really advise you to make a knot, as a weak tug opens it completely.

In Chemistry, or what is supposedly called Chemistry but is actually some free period since us magnets have taken the Chemistry test, while everyone else studies really hard (50 of them), the 4-8 of us (depending on who bothered to come) sit around, talk, yadda yadda.

Since Amy managed to make it past the 3 months you have to drive with a Learners license, she got a real license. Another girl, Julie, is also in the magnet section and during Chemistry, me, Tsei, Amy, Julie and a guy not really relevant to this story were hanging around the back of the Chemistry lab.

We were all asking her about whats it like to drive and around (can't ask anyone else, as they are all 17-19 in our class, by the time I'm 16, I'll be out of here). Tsei has a Learners license, but bieng the maniac he is, his dad doesn't let him get his own car, so he is stuck with a Learners license until he gets his own registered car.

In our conversation, I asked Julie (16) why she didn't get a car or drive her parents' car scince she had a Learners license. Her response was that her parents and elder siblings were afraid she might get kidnapped.

So then we started talking about how the heck you could kidnap someone from a car. Since I had all the "can" points, and Amy had all the "can't" points, it was more or less a 2 person debate with the others bieng the audience.

Then the bell rang, and we all went off. Tsei and I went off together, because some idiot was screaming his head off in one of the English classes. The headmaster called me and Tsei on the PA right after the bell rang, and told us to go check it out. Some stupid Japanese kid was really drunk and thrashing the place. After "handling" it (Me grabbing him, Tsei kicking him and dragging him off to the admin's office while he stumbled along singing what I think was the Japanese national anthem), it was suddenly me, my maniac of a best friend, our 2 bags and a deserted corridoor, with everyone bieng in class (we only have 1 or 2 class/classes in a day of 5 classes or something). So we decided to see if Amy really could not get kidnapped from her car. We smsed Julie and the other guy, to "see a spectacular event" after Amy's only class for the day, which ended in 30 mins, in the car park.

Me and Tsei went around to Amy's car, and looked around. One of the buses was parked near by, perhaps 10 feet away. Perfect. Me and Tsei sort of sat around playing games on bluetooth for the next 20 mins until the bell rang, and a few mins, Julie and the other guy came out into this section of the car park. From under the bus, me and Tsei could make out Amy's tomboy style pants, so we waited till she took out her car keys and then jumped her from behind. I grabbed her hands behind her back and yanked close a rope handcuff, applying a square knot to make sure it did stay shut, while Tsei (wielding a 30cm plastic ruler at her) half-yelled "Don't move if you value your life!". I then took her car keys out of her hand, opened the back seat door and told her to get in.

Keep in mind, Tsei did for some odd reason have his license with him. So at this point, until I type the rest, you can imagine what happens next.

To be continued...

Our first campaign was only a partial success. Although we (six boys) managed to successfully raid the girls’ tea party; tie and gag the five girls, we didn’t figure on one of them (Janet) producing a pocket knife and freeing herself and the others within the 30 minute time limit. By doing this, she won for her group the right to tie and gag us boys.

Politically this was actually a blessing. One of our biggest fears was causing an outrage in our neighborhood and getting the girl’s dads pissed off at us. Back then (in the 60s) it wasn’t uncommon for kids to get a real good lickin, as it was called. Mom sometimes paddled us with a paint stirrer and dad used his belt on us on several occasions. All in all, they were fair about it, and we still respected them.

to be continued...

Our first campaign was only a partial success. Although we (six boys) managed to successfully raid the girls’ tea party; tie and gag the five girls, we didn’t figure on one of them (Janet) producing a pocket knife and freeing herself and the others within the 30 minute time limit. By doing this, she won for her group the right to tie and gag us boys.

Politically this was actually a blessing. One of our biggest fears was causing an outrage in our neighborhood and getting the girl’s dads pissed off at us. Back then (in the 60s) it wasn’t uncommon for kids to get a real good lickin, as it was called. Mom sometimes paddled us with a paint stirrer and dad used his belt on us on several occasions. All in all, they were fair about it, and we still respected them.

to be continued...

Is this situation going to be resolved? I can only see it deterring potential writers (I have particularly in mind people like Nicholas H whose tales are long, but very enjoyable).

The car came to a stop and the rear door opened and my aunt smiled at me and started to untie my feet, and pulled me out and onto my feet and I saw that I was at the rear of an industrial strip mall. The women each took an arm and hurriedly took me inside through a rear door. My hands still tied behind my back. Cathy slipped her free hand over my mouth incase I decided to cry out. I found myself in big room. It was hot and there was tables full of unfinished pottery and other clay pieces. I realized it was an art studio of some kind. My eye caught a small conveyor belt in corner of the large room that seemed to lead into a large furnance like structure with several big pipes sticking out of it. (It was a kiln for baking the clay pottery) I was shoved onto a metal stool and Cathy used the same rope to tie my ankles again as I sat there. She grinned up at me as she quickly bound my feet again. "Welcome to our hideout Boy Wonder" she added as she finished and joined my aunt who was sitting on the edge of a table watching her friend finish tying me again.

Is this situation going to be resolved? I can only see it deterring potential writers (I have particularly in mind people like Nicholas H whose tales are long, but very enjoyable).
Richard
UK

Thanks for your message Richard. I am aware of the problem, but unfortunately, Dreambook hasn't sent me any information on the changes, so I don't know if they are temporary or not. Hopefully, as it was the case 8 years or so ago, the problem will be fixed shortly. If it doesn't, I might have to switch to a new board - I already did for the TUGs site in French and it seems to work very well. However, I'm reluctant to use a free provider, knowing that they could delete everything in a minute if they don't like the subject of this site... Does anyone here have a server with a php board on it, or something similar? If you do, please let me know.

A couple minutes later, Lindsay brought Ashley up to the room and sat us back to back. She produced a long piece of cotton rope and wrapped it around about 6 times before tying it off. Our wrists were tied behind us and another piece of rope was tied between them, effectively connecting us. Lindsay chuckled again, then closed the door and left us.

This just happened, less than 5 hours ago. None of the classrooms we were in had any chairs, because the chairs are all in the exam rooms.

New character, Valery, 17 F. I playfully hold a grudge against her for beating me by 3 marks in Additional Maths.

This involves me, Tsei, Valery and one of her friends.
We were hanging around in an empty classroom, when Tsei bieng his usualy maniac self, got Valery hyper. Tsei now knows I keep a large number of strings in my bag, and a whole roll of yarn if I want to cut more. So he grabbed her hands, holding them together and said "Restrain the prisoner!"

So I then grabbed her hands, and tied them behind her back, little did I know that knot would not open for the next 2 hours ;)

Valery sort of struggled for a few mins, before siding it was hopeless. The bell rang and so we had to go find another classroom. I was going to untie her, but she pulled her hands away... =D

So me, Tsei and her friend followed her out (she opened the door with her hands pulled to the side of her waist) all the way across the school. No one saw us because we usually go from outside, in the car park.

We went into another class, then Tsei decided to see how ticklish she was. She kicked Tsei, where it hurts, sat down really really slowly, then told me to tie her ankles... =D again

I told her to roll her over to the side, then tied the extra loose string from her ankles to inbetween the 2 loops around her hands, making a hogtie with about 15-20 inches of string.

And she sort of stayed like that while me and Tsei got a great idea, to take pictures (a ton of them, all hi-res, sorry but I can't upload them to show anyone) of her, for our school day in a few weeks in which all the classrooms in a corridoor are going to be in the "haunted" theme, one of them with Tsei and me as evil magicians, kidnapping, torturing and killing people (Not for real). So we decied to take pictures of her, to put on the walls.

I took some pictures while Tsei to the art class to get some blood-colored paint, dark powder to simulate bruises, and some other stuff. For the next 1 hour 40 mins, Tsei and I took turns rubbing blood on her face, arms and legs (below the knee, she was wearing a skirt and a t-shirt, and yes I stayed below the knee) and taking pictures. It took us 1 hour 40 mins because she kept distracting us with idle conversation, and we sat down with the camera and paint for a few mins every few mins and started chatting.

When we did let her go, 15 mins before school let out, she looked like a living corpse, so I took 3 blurry pics as she got up, with pieces of cut string all around and over her.

On the day when me and Tsei are evil magicians (and I get to point a fake gun at teachers), we will re-enact a kidnapping, torture (FAKE!) and a killing (FAKE!) involving a girl, chances are Valery, and any member of the audience. Meaning, we will tie and untie her every 15 mins, for about 8 hours minus the occasional break and stuff. ;)

The storyline (15 mins) involves me and Tsei kidnapping, tying up, prodding with a rubber knife and prodding with a rubber knife with the blade covered in food coloring, Valery in a real classroom enviroment, in which a female student pretending to be a teacher is showing the other members of the audience, "students", on a "large TV" (me, Tsei and Valery behind a large plastic screen) the kidnapping and whatnot of some student. Me and Tsei will then exit the TV (climb out the window), come in to the class room from the main door, and I grab the "teacher" while Tsei "stabs" her.

All words in " " are not what really happened/will happen, its storyline related, what we are making the audience think happened. So no torture (unless we annoy her by poking her alot), no one dies, etc.

Also, any comments/questions?

A User, you said you plan to post the rest of your story by Saturday? If the posting limit is still in effect (and it seems to somehow affect certain people, and not others somehow), try what I mentioned above, writing it up in Wordpad and then the copy/paste. But before copying/pasting it in chunks, try copying the entire thing and seeing if it gets cut off. If it doesn't, the whole story is there for all to see and enjoy. If it does, then you can copy/paste in chunks; the story will still be there on your end to be posted.

I can't wait to hear the rest of your story!

Posting a story/comment now takes you to a new page where you are required to copy script into a text box, following which your own comments are posted to the current page. The problem with long posts is not that the system sometimes fails to post the item but that the specimen script simply does not appear, making posting impossible. You are then left with the problem of estimating how much the system may choose to accept or otherwise, which is singularly irritating, not to say time consuming, and I guess for some stories from writers such as Nicholas H (and myself!)the flow could be ruined (or even interrupted by another post).

The number of words it will accept seems to be arbitrary. I carried out some tests yesterday and at one stage it refused to take ONE PARAGRAPH intact!

The good news is Canuck is aware of the problem and hopefully it will be resolved soon.

One final point - for those of you who invariably seem to manage to post the same message 2 or even 3 times (or more). When the message appears thanking you for posting, it really has accepted your text! Return to the "current" page and if you don't see your own offering at the end, refresh the page. Occasionally it is necessary to do this a couple of times!

Finally, this post was originally 252 words long and as you can see I had to split it! The last story was over 700 words!! The system has a mind of its own so the sooner it’s sorted the better for everyone, particularly as newcomers, if defeated by the system when making their first post may very well go away to the detriment of us all.

Ok, to set the scene, at my house, where my brother (Matt) and his friend (Chris) are having a sleepover. And my mom only thinks it's fair if my sister (Rachel) could invite a friend of hers (Charolet). Now Rachel was part of the 'pretty' group in school; and Charolet is no exception. And me, Nick.

Rachel: 14, Brown hair, blond highlights, brownish eyes, about 5'3, wearing a blue shirt with a monkey on it, about 125 lbs, and pajamas.

Charolet: 14, Dirty blond hair, blue eyes, about 5'3, a pink shirt with penguins on it, about 120 lbs, and pajamas (Very Inclined).

Chris: 15, Black hair, red shirt, jeans, 5'7, about 150 lbs, likes to wrestle.

Matt: 14, Brown hair, brownish eyes, about 5'5, 140 lbs, blue shirt, cargo pants, also on same wrestling team as Chris.

Nick (me): 13, black hair, 5'1, brownish eyes, 110 lbs, green shirt, sweat pants, younger, and treated poorly. :'(

(Most of these were estimates)

Well, I was in the bathroom not taking place in my brother or sister's sleepovers. When all of a sudden I heard some thumping and yelping and a little giggle or 2, maybe a small scream. But when I finished I ran straight over to where it came from only to see Chris and Matt wrestling and tying up Rachel and Charolet. Charolet was laughing, just like she does about anything physical, EXTREMLY ticklish.

After doing so they watched them struggling for about 10 seconds before noticing me at the doorway. Now I have been reading from this site for quite a while, and was completely fine with tie-ups (That is why I wasn't freaking out). I just stood there with astonishment as the started walking towards me. I did not yet know their motive in tying them up or making me do what I am about to but I went along. They then pushed me up into the wall (very painfully) and Chris pressed his arm across my neck making sure I wasn't going anywhere.

Chris: Ok now you didn't see anything, did you?

Me: No, no, no, that's ok. I can imagine why you would tie some one up.

Chris: Oh...

Well, I was in the bathroom not taking place in my brother or sister's sleepovers. When all of a sudden I heard some thumping and yelping and a little giggle or 2, maybe a small scream. But when I finished I ran straight over to where it came from only to see Chris and Matt wrestling and tying up Rachel and Charolet. Charolet was laughing, just like she does about anything physical, EXTREMLY ticklish.

After doing so they watched them struggling for about 10 seconds before noticing me at the doorway. Now I have been reading from this site for quite a while, and was completely fine with tie-ups (That is why I wasn't freaking out). I just stood there with astonishment as the started walking towards me. I did not yet know their motive in tying them up or making me do what I am about to but I went along. They then pushed me up into the wall (very painfully) and Chris pressed his arm across my neck making sure I wasn't going anywhere.

Chris: Ok now you didn't see anything, did you?

Me: No, no, no, that's ok. I can imagine why you would tie some one up.

Chris: Oh...

I stood there dumbfounded at why they would want me to guard tied up people? But I was instantly distracted by-I even looked this one up-the cutest scene in all of the world’s history. Charolet and Rachel staring straight at me with these huge-eyed, innocent, sad, faces. This was like an emotional punch to the stomach. I just bit my lip and laid down on Rachel’s bed and turn on the T.V. I got very comfortable under her blankets and surfed the channels trying to get my mind off the huge-eyed, innocent, sad, faces that were now snuggled at the side of the bed trying to get my attention. Well I did my best but I just couldn't fight it. I had a HUGE crush on Charolet.

I was now at a Lose/Lose situation. If I untied them, beaten by brothers. If I didn't untie them, I would be a horrible person.

The blankets were torn from the bed! I was completely lifted up and flipped onto my stomach! The shock of all this as I was awakening was not such a good feeling. But my arms were clutched behind my back so quickly, both shoulders let out a 'crack' sound(I can crack a bunch on things on my body). That crack was a shockwave that instantly snapped me to attention. I was going to let out a scream. But before this revelation, a hand was clamped over my mouth. And now as my hands were being bound, a rolled up blindfold was being slid under the hand silencing me. The other blindfold was tied tightly around my head as my hands were just snugly bound as they both went to tackle down my legs. It wasn't long before my legs were tightly and softly bound together at the ankles. At this point while they were binding my knees, I realized that they've done this before. I was squirming more than struggling, but still no avail.

Now this wasn't one of the Lose/Lose options. This was the third option, 'Crap'.

I was muffling words like crazy, but none could be heard. I was completely bound and at the mercy of an extremely beautiful girl and my sister.

Charolet(While grinning): What should we do with him?

Rachel(also grinning): If I know anything about my brother I know that he is very ticklish. And I bet if there is anything we want to know from him, he will tell us.

Charolet: Ok tickle first ask questions later?

Rachel: Sure.

Rachel's hands surgically implanted themselves into my sides. I completely spazzed 0UT. I was flipping and rolling and it was pure torture. After only 30 seconds, I could not take it anymore. I actually tried to hurt them so they would stop. Even though it only lasted 45 seconds, it felt like 45 minutes. They took out my gag so I could catch my breath.

Me(out of breath): Oh... I... Will ta... Ta-tell ya.. I will ta... I will tell you... Anything... Please no more...

Charolet: Wow. that is pure torture on you isn't it?

Me: God yes... Can't take it...

Charolet: Ok then tell us what we want to know.

I looked over at Rachel panting for air, with a waiting-for-a-question look on my face.

Rachel: Ok, why didn't you untie us?

Me: *Deep breath*... Well Matt and Chris would, and I quote, 'bound me and through me in front of an 18-wheeler,'.

Rachel: Ok, how did they drag you into this.

Me: I came out of the bathroom, and saw you guys being tied up.

Charolet: Where were you while they thought of this?

Me: My room!

Charolet: Oh...

Rachel: So you’re innocent within this whole thing?

Me: Yes! God, please believe me yes!

Rachel: Hmmmmmmmmmm... Why did you turn your head while we were pleading for help at the edge of the bed?!

Another Lose/Lose situation. If I told her that I had a HUGE crush on Charolet and it was too cute to bear, I would never be able to look Charolet in the eyes again. Since her eyes were just so heart warming, I had to be tickled to death to maintain dignity. Lose/Lose situation.

Rachel just looked at me with the same waiting-for-an-answer look I gave her.

Me: I don't know...

Rachel: Tell us why or there will be H377 to pay.

Me: I really... Don't know...

I was bracing for the torture of a lifetime.

Rachel: Ok, I will give you 5 seconds to answer. And after that we will tickle you for.. Let's say 5 minutes

Me: WHAT?!

Rachel(Grinning): 5...

Me: You serious! That is unheard of!

Rachel(Slowly going for the gag): 4...

Me: Come on! You’re being crazy!

Charolet(Picking up the other part of the gag): 3...

Me: What do you want me to say?!

Charolet(Bringing towards my head): 2...

I was screwed. I had about 2 seconds to think of a random excuse, with a random answer, to an unfair problem.

Me: I uh... Uh... Uh... Oh craphhhhhh...

Rachel: Ok, I will give you 5 seconds to answer. And after that we will tickle you for.. Let's say 5 minutes

Me: WHAT?!

Rachel(Grinning): 5...

Me: You serious! That is unheard of!

Rachel(Slowly going for the gag): 4...

Me: Come on! You’re being crazy!

Charolet(Picking up the other part of the gag): 3...

Me: What do you want me to say?!

Charolet(Bringing towards my head): 2...

I was screwed. I had about 2 seconds to think of a random excuse, with a random answer, to an unfair problem.

Me: I uh... Uh... Uh... Oh craphhhhhh...

What happened next was a miracle. My brother loved to see me in trouble. He loved it even more when I’m being tickled by our sister and her friend while bound and gagged on a bed, while I was innocent. But within all this happiness he could not control himself. He let out a small snicker about 15 seconds into my torture. My eyes stretched out widely as the tickling stopped. All of us were staring at the door.

Rachel: Those @$$wholes.

As both of them slowly paced towards the door I felt my stomach sink. Oh thank god for those @$$wholes. The door slammed shut. They opened the door, and rushed out. All I could hear was some thumping, some profane language, and the screeching of tape.

I could not contain myself as I saw 2 taller, heavier, strong, wrestling, boys, being dragged into this room by their heels as they were bound and tape gagged. Luckily as Rachel and Charolet untied me, I walked out the door while the muffled complaints of Matt and Chris were all I heard before I came here and posted this story about 20 minutes after the ordeal.

And thank you so much for reading this story; ouch my wrists are sore from the rope and typing.

Last peice =D

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I also suggest you try this UK Scouts knotting reference and check out both the Handcuff Knot and the very similar Tom Fool Knot.

http://www.scoutingresources.org.uk/knots_index.html

Regards Seff

My aunt walked over to a control panel at the end of the conveyor belt and smiled as I craned my neck to look over my shoulder back at her. "Time to start up the conveyor belt Robin." She pushed a button and I heard a loud humming sound and then the conveyor belt shuttered under me and then slowly started to move and I was starting to move towards the opening into the big oven/kiln.I could hear my aunt let out a laugh behind me. I let out a loud snort of alarm through my cleave gag. Cathy remained standing by the kiln. She clasped her hands together with glee and smiled wickedly as she watched the conveyor slowly start to move. My aunt came over and stood beside her and took a cigarette from the pack her friend offered her and Cathy lit it for her. "How wonderful is this, getting to watch the Boy Wonder helpless on the conveyor belt!", Cathy just grinned and nodded. I squirmed and did my best to struggle and fight against the tight ropes as I was slowly fed along the belt towards the gapping kiln opening.

(promise many more "Boy Wonder in Peril" stories to come and thanks again for all the kind words, they are greatly appreciated)

I was watching some show on TV and was just coming back from the kitchen with a coke when someone from behind me said, "drop the drink and put your hands where i can see them," i did as he instructed, "put them together palms outwards," he wrapped tape around my wrists and elbows then tied them to my body, he then came round the front of me...

He was about 5ft 11in wearing mostly black a balaclava and a ski mask and war pointing a pistol of some kind at me, (wasn't too good at identifyling them then, and im still not :D), at this point i hadn't a clue that it was one of the other team starting early, i tried to scream at this point but when i opened my mouth he jammed a ball of cloth in there and stuck several layers of tape over it, he grabbed my shoulder and i let him shove me down onto my sofa as there wasnt much i could do, he bound my legs with some tape at 3 points, ankle, knee and middle thigh, he walked off to my phone, i tested the effectiveness of the bonds and gag, i could barely move and could make practically no sound at all, all i suceeded in doing was falling off the couch...

The guy walked back over and said, "nice of you to wait for me,", the doorbell rang and he wen't to answere it i heard someone come in, i struggled to get the blindfold off of my eyes but before i could one of them saidm "lets get her out of here," one of them picked me up and slung me over his shoulder and what was going through my mind was, "oh ****," repeatedly, it felt llike they'd lugged me out my back door...

Will continue this later...

"Sorry didn't catch that," he said smugly, he picked me up and tied my arms and legs to it, he then removed his ski mask, it was Brian, i must've looked really angry which i was, "suprised?"

I literally screamed into the gag and tore ay the rope securing me to the chair, "LET ME OUT," i tried to yell, it emerged as a very quiet moan, "i know we weren't supposed to start till tommorow but if you cheat you win, im sending you teammates a note now, be good," he flicked on the tv in the corner and walked out, after he'd definately gone i seriously tested my bonds, but they weren't shifting, i felt a bulge in my pocket that was getting veally uncomfortable, i tried to reach it but the tether on my wrists was too short i tried to raise my body to my hands and got a hold on the pocket itself, i tugged at the metal object and it came free, i felt it and i realised it was my pocket knifei fiddled with the blades as i tried to get one out but before i could Will came in, "Brian told me to guard you," he went round the back to check my ropes and saw the pocket knife, "nice try Shalla," he took the knife and yelled, "BRIAN," brian came running in, "she had a pocket knife and was trying to escape."

"Well we'll have to make that an impossibility, sorry about this Shalla but we can't have you escaping," he untied me from a chair and shoed me onto the bed, he then took my wrist rope and looped it through my ankle bindings and pulled it into one of the tightest Hogties i have ever been in, i could barely twitch, he put my knife in my back pocket again and said, "if you can get out of that and get that and get you knife you can escape, but i doubt you will..."

Will continue later on

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I'll give the back round info first. I am extremly ticklish, and my older sister tickles me all the time! She tickles me almost everyday. Every so often, like once a week, she will pin me down and not let me get away, and tickle the living crap out of me. She thinks its so funny and cute, but I think its pretty annoying. My parents think its funny too.

I'm 15 and she is 17. She is only a little bigger than me, but alot stronger. She plays varsity softball and soccer, so she is very athletic. I play sports too, but I don't go to the gym and train almost everyday like she does. She's very ticklish too, but baisiclly I am no match for her in a fair (tickle) fight.

I thought of the idea to get her tied up first, so I could tickle her like she does to me sometimes. It would be revenge and to show her what getting tickled that bad is really like. My parents are going to be gone all weekend this weekend, so it would be a perfect time to do it.

I'm wondering how to get her tied up tho. She'd prolly never let me do it if I just asked. Also, I've never been tied up or tied anyone up before, so I'm afraid she would be able to get out. I found some pictures and websites (including alot of GROSS stuff), but tieing with ropes looks pretty hard. I have a pair of metal handcuffs with pink fuzz, but they have a saftey switch. Can i break that off without ruining the cuffs? I can also get some ropes from the garrage, and plenty of duct tape. I'm also thinking about asking a friend to help me. But she might think its wierd so I dont know.

If I go through with this, I will post a story of what happens. Anyone have suggestions or ideas?

My aunt and her friend dressed as "The Riddler" came over and asked Rosa if she was having fun with the Boy Blunder. She laughed and said she was. My aunt explained that she and "the Riddler" had devised a plan to use Robin to lure Batman into a trap. "The Riddler" said something like "Riddle me this. When is a Robin more like a worm then a bird? Answer, when he is bait." My aunt said they were gonna knock me out and take me in the basement where they had a special trap planned for Robin. Rosa said "Cool!" and stood up as the Riddler pulled me to my feet and held me from behind as my aunt took a cloth from behind her back and pretended it was soaked with chloroform and held it over my mouth. I played along and moaned and struggled then pretended to pass out.

like, i noticed it today in class

somebody mentioned having a dream about being kidnapped and tied up

....its hard to explain, but to everyone else a comment about bondage is simple and doesnt mean anything, but when you hear it you wanna listen more? but dont wanna add anything to the subject for fear of them thinking your really into bondage?

like, even if you say somthing smalll that no one would ever think that

i dont no, just noticed it today tho..

Get back to me asap!

Get back to me asap!

BTW does anyone know about breaking the saftey release off of handcuffs? It won't ruin them will it? I don't think so, but im not totally sure.

Im still thkning about how to do this. I may try to get her while she's sleeping, especially if I can use the handcuffs. I was also thinking about ambushing her with a sheet or sack thrown over her head and quickly wrapping her up with duct tape. I might need a friend for that...

Any ideas guys?

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I blurted out "A Bomb!?". My aunt let out an evil chortle as did Cathy. My aunt knelt down and placed the "bomb" underneath the door. "There it's set to go off in 15 minutes" she explained as she stood back up into view. I doubled my struggling. Grunting with the effort. Rosa said in her best evil Catwoman voice..."How Purrfectly Diabolical" and glasped her hands together for added affect.That brought laighter from the three adults. I fought the desire to grin from ear to ear I was enjoying myself so much . And again couldn't believe I was living out another Boywonder in bondage peril fantasy. My aunt offered Cathy a cigarette and saw Rosa looking at her a little pleadingly. She asked her if she wasn't too young to smoke. Then she said well you are the Catwoman and handed her a cigarette too.

You could go down to a local hardware store and see if they have some regular handcuffs? I know some here do.

If you use the cuffs on her, I suggest only using them at first to cuff her, then bind her wrists with something more reliable while she's cuffed.

If you're looking for some handcuffs that do not have a safety release, whether it's for self bondage or tieing someone else up, check ebay. I got a great deal on handcuffs - $3.00 to buy and ship - with no safety release. They really work, and are durable, so try there.

Also, if anyone ever needs help figuring out self bondage techniques, feel free to ask me. Just send me an email.

I lay there for a minute. Quietly enjoying my bondage peril again. I tugged a bit more on the ropes and tried to pull my legs up but realized I would not be escaping without someone's help. I could still here people laughing and walking around above me. I imagined the "bomb" under me ticking down. I regreted Stan not joining us now. I was thinking ot would have been cool to have Stan as Batman involved in our bondage game/roleplay.

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A few minutes later I was free and following my aunt upstairs. As I walked into the livingroom saw Rosa sitting having a smoke and drinking a coke. She grinned at me and walked over. She told me how lucky I was that I had been spared again.My aunt laughed and told Rosa she was always looking for good henchwomen to help her in her criminal schemes and to dispose of caped do-gooders and she laughed and said count her in. She stubbed out her cigarette and we headed to the front door. We stood out on the porch and Rosa mentioned how much she enjoyed getting to help tie me up, specially in my little Robin outfit. I told her what an awesome catwoman she made. It had been an awesome Hallowe'en. I started thinking about her and her mom again when there was a honk and her mom's car pulled up in front of the house. Rosa got in the front seat and I climbed in the back.

We arrived at Rosa's house and I was invited inside. Rosa's mom told us to help ourselves to a coke from the fridge. That she had to get something. She came back in with one hand behind her back. She told me she wanted to show me something and opened the door leading down into their rec room.

My name is Kenny and I’m 16 (but I turn 17 in about a month!). My friend’s name is Kevin, and he just turned 17. He came over to my house one day to spend the night, and we played Risk (a very fun board game). But before the game started, he said we should make a bet on it. I had always kind of suspected that he liked to be tied up, because it seemed like every other movie we watched had some guy getting tied up, but I never acted on my instincts because of fear of embarrassment. This day, though, he said that the loser of Risk should be tied up. I agreed, of course, after making it seem like I had to think about it. Well, I kicked “butt” at the game, and won after only about an hour. (Sometimes the game can take up to 4 hours!!)

I'll finish in a sec.

Thanks again for the kind encouragement. I realize my stories (up to #129867734) are not everyone's cup of tea but that is beauty of a sight like this. Ya don't like them don't read em.

I felt myself being dragged over and placed on a plastic chair like the one Stan was tied up on after being "chloroformed" by Rosa's mom. She told Rosa to get more ropes. My arms were pulled behind the chair and I felt my wrists being tied together. I snuck a peek and saw Rosa's mom sorting out some ropes and untangling them. I decided to crack my eyes open and pretend I had come around already. Her mom met my head coming up and she smiled at me as she held several lengths of silk rope. I looked over my shoulder to see Rosa enthusiastically finishing up binding my wrists. "Wakey wakey Robin", teased Rosa's mom. I turned to see her bending down with a long piece of rope and she started to tie my ankles together. Rosa stepped around and watched her mother tie my feet. "Good job Madame Mira." (Mira was Rosa's mom's name) "Now we have them both in our clutches, Batman and the Boy Blunder." Mira laughed and started to wrap a long length of rope around my chest and behind the back of the chair tying my arms tightly to the chair.

Those $3 handcuffs on eBay are good enough for sure, but there's still some risk. Even all metal, they're easy to break or damage. And depending on the exact model they might be thin and kinda hard on the hands.

eBay also has all kinds of Smith&Wesson, which are the more "official" handcuffs. They cost a little more, but you can still find them relatively cheap and could be worth it depending on what kind of use they're getting. Stronger and stands up to abuse. I recommend them. Or maybe I just like them better.

Unfortunately after Rosa & Mira finished their smoke they started to untie us both. Mira explained it was getting late and our parents would be getting worried. But she promised to kidnap the Dynamic Duo again sometime if we dared to come snooping around her hideout. If it had been up to me I would have been back the next morning.

I would have several more roleplay/tie games with both Rosa & her mom. With both of them together and and with each by thermselves. Stan joined us again a few times too as the Caped Crusader. I will post more in near future I promise and again thank you for your encouragement.

"Yes, can i get some water my mouth is dry as hell," I said.

"Ok wait here i'll be back," i spent the time he was out of the room straining at the tape and rope trying for the knife, i didnt have a chance but it was something to do, he came back in and releases the rope hogtying me and helped me to sit up, he tipped my chin and poured it down my throat, "sorry about this but i can't untie your hands encase you escape, then Brian would kill me," he said apologetically.

"Ok can you just leave the gag and hogtie off while your in here," I said.

"As long as im in here i suppose it would be ok," i was knackered and so lay back and got some sleep...

I woke up the next morning my parent were on a business trip so they would be back for a few days, "good morning Shalla," said someone near my feet, i struggled to sit up, it was Liz.

"Any chance of some food," i said, stretching my arms as far as was possible.

"Yeah Brian said he'd bring it up when you woke up," she walked out the door and went downstairs, i still wasn't hogtied so i reached for my back pocket and took it out and slipped it under the quilt, Liz came back in and untied my wrists so i could eat, Brian walked in.

"Good morning, there are a few things that i want to know to help us win," said Brian.

I finished off the various bits of food and said, "whatever you ask im not going to tell you."

I've allways been hopelessly ticklish and i shrank away from him slightly, "5 seconds to tell us where your team are meeting," he said picking up the roll of tape and wad of cloth, "4...3...2...1... too late," he said stuffing the cloth into my mouth and sealing it with a load of tape, he jabbed his fingers into my ribs and the feeling coursed through my body it was absolute agony not being able to move or even speak he then took off my shoes and socks and he ran his finger along the sole of my foot, i was bathed in sweat he yanked off my gag and i gulped down air into my exhausted lungs, "you've got 5 seconds to tell me or that'll last ten times as long."

"Ok, ok," i panted, "ill tell you just let me get my breath back," i sucked in as much air as i could, "look near Jack's house."

"Thank you," he said, he double checked the ropes and said, "Liz you stay here and guard her, Shalla if your lying that will be a lot worse for you that it just was."

I silently prayed that they were still there as i didn't know how much more of that i could've took, he took his BB pistol off of the table and walked out.
"Thank you," he said, he double checked the ropes and said, "Liz you stay here and guard her, Shalla if your lying that will be a lot worse for you that it just was."

I silently prayed that they were still there as i didn't know how much more of that i could've took, he took his BB pistol off of the table and walked out.

A couple of hours later Brian walked back in dragging Dave behind him, he threw him down on the bed next to me, "we got him at least," he walked out of the room, i lowered my voice and muttered, "knife under your quilt corner."

"What was that," said Liz.

"Doesn't matter," Dave said casually leaning back and grabbing the knife from behind his back and tucking it into his waistband, she got up and tied his feet to the bottom of the bed beside me, "im going to get some food don’t try any escaping while im out," she turned and walked out.

"Ok get us out of here," I said, he got and sliced the ropes off of his wrists and legs, he then cut my bindings and we both stood up he opened the window and we dropped out of the window and ran like hell...

My name is Simian(16). I live in Northen England near a small town. My dad is wealthy and prety much gets me anything I want so its easy to pursuade friends to come over.

Last week (mon 6th to thur 11th), I had the idea of playing a huge paintballing game. So I invited over 5 of me best mates, Chris(16), Zara(17), Alex(16), Katie(17) and Shaun(16) for a huge paintballing game at my place. So i got 6 guns and about 20000 paintballs (enough to run a small war, which is what it was) got them round and split us into two teams. On one team there was Zara, Shaun and Katie and on the other team there was Alex, Chris and Me.

First we went into the house and fished out sum supplies which I will detail later. We then split and got my dad to drive us to opposite ends of the land (please note that the house has about 60 acrs of land, most of which is forest).

The main idea of the thing was to capture as many (or all) of the opposite team as possible and rescue your team members.

Seeing as we where doing this as seriously as possible, we each took a tent and some food (more like as much sugar as possible). We also took rope for securing the other team members and that was it. Or so the other team thought. Recently, I had come accros some plans on the internet about flash bombs, so I desided to try it out and the results where amazing. So I made some more and took them with me.

The first day was OK apart from getting completly lost, we decided on a place to put up the tent and make a hideout. It was literely just a bit between 3 trees which we surrounded with green tarpaulines (water-proof sheets). Alex decided that we should all stay there and not go out. Chris decided that she was right, mainly because he was really attracted to her but probably because she did CCF Army and she knew a thing or two.

Anyway after the first day of being there, nothing much happened. But as soon as it got dark we got seiously twitchy, probably because of the sugar but mainly because I am seriously paranoid and any noise made made me thing there was someone there. After about 3 hours of this, I finally slept.

I woke up about 5 hours later (about 4 in the morning) by a russeling. I quickly switched on the light, grabbed my gun and snuck outside and hid. I waited about 20 minutes before I saw a figure moving into the base through the entrance. When I looked closely, it was Zara, trust Shaun to make her go out, she gave into pressure from anyone.

I then went up behind her, got as close to her as possible and jumped on her. She fell to the ground and dropped her gun. I grabbed my one and put it to her head, good old movie style. I told her that if she made a sound she would be in serious pain and even worse, her hair would be green! I woke up Alex and Chris and got them to tie her up and gag her. We then tied her to one of the trees in our base so she couldn't get away.

The next morning, we tried to get her to tell us but as much as it was tempting, I didn't want to shoot her mainly because she knew that I was a pushover and wouldn't hurt her for the world, but that she would never tell us where Shaun and Katie were.

We tried to scare her but she was surprisingly adamant abour not telling us. Finally, we gave up. We gaged her and blind-folded her and wen't for a group discussion. After Alex's repeated obsession with causing her as much pain as possible, I showed them my flash-bang explosives. We decided upon a plan.

First we went up to Zara. We ungaged but left her blind-folded. We then took shots at her (not to hit her but to scare her). Eventually we got what we wanted, she screamed so loundly in fear that anyone could have heard. We then told Alex to stay there and shoot at her which me and Chris set up the trap. We set up a string across the entrance and connected it to all the explosives in the middle of the camp. Alex was to stay there and shoot at Zara until someone came and set of the explosives. Me and Chris where then to run up and ambush the intruder.

After we set that up, me and Chris went and hid in some trees about 50 meters away. After about 1/2 an hour, Shaun turned up. It is so funny to watch someone sneaking around thinking that no one knows they are there. We watched him walk around the camp and look in through the enterance.

When he saw Zara he ran in and, BANG!!! We ran in and he was on the floor completly stuned. As Chris tied him up, I went to see Alex because she was also affected by the explosive. She was completly dazed and I could just see the comical birds flying round her head.

Later that day we where congratulating each other so much that we completley fell asleep. I don't know how it happened but I was suddenly awoked by a sharp pain in my back. I looked round and saw Zara standing there with two paintball guns while Katie was untying Shaun. It turned out that they where also playing us. They mean't for us to capture them so we would let our guard down. Amazingly, apparently Alex had escaped.

They tied me and Chris up then decided to be as cruel as possible to us because of what we had done to Zara. Fortunatley because of my kind temperment to not torturing Zara as much, I was not shot quite as much.

They made us try calling for Alex but she was long gone. If there is one thing she is good at, its hidding. The next day, after being teased with food by Katie who was the most evil person in the world and remembering I had had nothing by suger for the last 3 days, Shaun and Zara came back with a very green Alexis. Apparently they had found her up a tree and shot her constantly for 10 minutes before she came down and gave in.

They then untied our legs and each one took one of us. Shaun took Alex, Katie took Chris and Zara took Me. She took me what felt like 20 miles before she sat me down. She made be lye down. Once I was lying down, she tied each ankle to two differnet trees. She then untied my wrists and tied them to two different trees so I was spread-egealed. She then spent the next 2 hours tickling me and teasing me.

After that, she untied me and we went back to the house. I met up with Chris and Alex there. Chris was covered with paintball bruises and Alex was really red because Katie and Shaun took them to another part of the woods and tied them up and then tickled Alex half to death but for every little sound she made, they shot Chris and everyone knows that she can't stop laughing we she starts. After that we just went to my room and talked about it for ages.

It was definatly the most fun that all of us have had in a long while.

So she took me to the living room and told me to wait, she came back with a bandanna and blinfolded me i asked what was going on and she said you will see. "the game is called babysitter bandit", then david came in from what i gathered and tied my legs together, at the same time jess was tying my hands behind my back they then proceded to tying my hands to my torso, they then took my socks of and gagged me with them and wrapped aniter bandana round my mouth. then they decided i wasnt restrained enough so put me in a hogtie. they left me like that for 2 hours until their parents came back, when i told them what happened they just said, it happens everytime.

It was all in the name of fun and at least i went to the toilet before they tied me up. hope you like it

EG. Shirts and ties?

Please let me know if u do!

Who else here likes being tied up in shirt + tie?

All 5 of us were moving through the wooded area near where the house was there were a few old sheds and some very thick areas of woods, we saw two figures in a clearing, jack turned to me and said, "stay back and watch our backs."

They ran into the clearing and all there was a lot of noisy confusion, someone ran out of a thick area of woods near to the clearing i tapped her on the shoulder and raised my pistol, i could see four other people running into the clearing, "get infront of me and go forwards," i said, "and put your hands behind your head."

She put both hands behind her back and walked away from the clearing, i followed her untio we were out of sight, i said, "get on the ground and put your hands behind your back," she put her wrists together and i wound tape around them, and then around her ankles.

"Please don't gag me," she said.

I put tape across her mouth and said, "tough," i wound it around her mouth several times and then ripped off a long piece and stuck it across her eyes, i dragged her into a shed i shut the door and looked at the clearing again, there wasn't anyone there, i walked a few paces towards the clearing looking around me, i could see some broken up ground where a struggle had taken place i heard someone trip beside me, i lost my cool and started running like hell, i heard someone yell something but i kept on running i saw a broken up shed and i dove inside and slammed the door.

I lay against one wall and pointed my BB pistol at the door, "come out and tell us where liz is and it wont go too badly for you," i opened the door and fired a few BB's out of the door, it was at this point i realised i only had what was left in my gun.

"Im in deep ****," i thought.

"You cant stay in there forever Shalla," yelled someone from outside, "it really will go better if you lob that gun out and give yourself up."

"Come in and get me," i yelled, i opened the door and saw one of them carefully approaching, i stood up and fired eveything left in my gun at them, i hit him as he dropped his gun and grabbed his wrist, at that point two of thm rushed in through the door and wrestled me onto the ground and taped my wrists together, "told you that you hsould have given up Shalla, now wheres Liz."

I was hanging out with my friends on the local college at night when I was 15. Most of them were lads and they were palying football. Then there was me and two girls Lara who was my age, blonde and beautiful and a friend of her's which i can't remeber her name who was also my age, brunette and also very fit.

I was watching the football while they were taking holding some cable they found. Then I overhead them say they should tie me up so I duck out of site quickly and then they went looking for me.

when I was avoiding them for a bit of fun lara sneak up behind me a tied my hands behind my back with the cable. The lara's friend found me and helped lara restrain me. Then when they had laras friend took her scarf off a gagged me with it.

They walked me over to a chair they found, sat me down then bound me legs with the cord. Then they took it in turns to sit on my lap and whipsered in my ear what they would like to do to me. Then when everyone started to leave they untied me and laras friend took the scarf out of my mouth.

You'd have 2 b quite close and we'd have 2 meet without my parents knowing.
I am looking for someone my age to protect us both legally.

I am a black belt in tae kwon do.

I live near Cirencester.

Looking for fun.

I'm male, and will talk to either male or female.

Hope to hear from you!

"She's back over there in that shed," I said.

"Show us," said Steve, he thrust me out of the door and i saw the rest of my team lying on the ground with their hands tied behind them, "move it," said Steve as he poked me in the back with the barrel of his gun.

"She's just in that shed," i said, Steve held me while Brian went in, a couple of minutes later he emerged with Liz following him.

"Thank you you just made my day," said Liz, "could i please get some payback on her?"

Brian said, "sure we've won anyway," my heart fell like a concrete block...

Back at the house Liz dragged me into one of the rooms and pushed me onto the bed, "Liz are you sure we cant come to an arrangement, try not to do anything you'll regret..."

"You left me tied up and gagged in that wet dank shed and youre telling me not to do anything hasty," she towered over me and looked like she wanted to kill me.

"Please don't," i said, i was practically begging her.

"Tough," she said, she grabbed my chin and stuffed a wad of cloth into my mouth then wound tape around my mouth and head several times, she dragged my hands up to the top of the bed and she tied my wrists off, after that she tied my ankles, "you're going to pay for every second i lay there."

She took off my trainers and socks and a shiver ran through my body...

The torture felt like it laster for hours, my struggling had made the ropes and tape dig into my wrists and ankles, Liz ripped my gag off, "had enough?"

"Yes please god stop," i panted.

"Not convincing enough," she said, she reached for the gag again, my mind scrambled for something to help me but for some reason i could only think one thing.

"Oh damnit," i said....

Preferable a girl who likes to be tied up

My aunt stayed behind me with her hands clamped tightly on each of my arms. I looked around the big basement. My aunt wondered aloud where the best place to put me and tie me up for the photos. My heart almost leapt into my mouth when I heard her say "photos". What did they want to take pictures of me for I was wondering. My aunt decided to walk me over to a large post at the far end of the basement that had a large electrical panel on it about 4 feet up the post and there was about 2 feet between the back of the post and the wall. She backed me against the 1 foot wide square pole or beam and told me not to move. She started to go to one of the wooden trunks that were scattered around the basement floor and started to pull out some thick white ropes. I heard someone coming down into basement. It was her friend Samantha. She had a instantmatic camera in one hand and still had her cigarette holder in other. (this was long before digital stil cameras) She stood watching as my aunt told her she decided to "tie Robin to the post". She walked over and started to wrap the long rope around my chest and around the post several times before tying it off so that my arms were tightly bound to post now.

The next day i went calling around see if any body as coming out. The lads had already gone out to play golf for the day so i called lara to see if was coming out. She said no, hers parents were out so i should come round there. I grab some gaffer tape from my house and headed over as quickly as possible.

I nock on the door and she let me and we went to sit in the living watching TV. Nothing was really on then she said we should go upstairs and she tryed to tie me with some fluffy hand cuffs

Now i know what your thinking, i was getting tied up again which wasn't true i did the tying up. I snatch them out of her hand and forced her onto the bed and cuffed her hands behind her back.

Then i ripped off a bit of tape and gagged her with it. She wasn't happy, she get trying to say something through the tape but i couldn't understand what. I then taped her ankles togther and started tickling her bare feet.

Half an hour later I took the tape off her mouth and said "I think that makes us even don't you". she said "no" so i go to put the tape back on when she says yes. So i untied her and then we went back down stairs to watch TV.

Thanks

Andrea

Samantha took a few more photos (I saw that the flash wasn't going off and realized to my relief they were just pretending to take photos of me)The sight of my aunt standing there watching, smoking with long black silk gloves was great. She asked Samantha if she was getting some good photos and she just smiled and nodded. My aunt then suggested tying me up somewhere else and getting a few more shots of it. They started to untie me from the post but left my hands bound behind my back and they also peeled the tape off my mouth. I was marched back up the stairs by my aunt. I remember loving the feel of her silk gloved hands on my bare arms as she walked me up the stairs. My aunt teased me as she walked behind me and asked if I enjoyed being "their little bondage model." I looked back her as we got to the top of the stairs and fixed her with my best defiant look and told her she and her evil partner would pay for this.

Cant wait hope it is soon.

Alice(17) is, according to a few of alright, but I think that she is a siren. Her best quality is that she has a huge amount of energy that never seems to decrease.

After watching a completly naff film, alice went out to get some more food. Alex came over to me and zara said to us that we should jump her and tie her up to try and calm her down a bit later.

We agreed and decided to wait until she started to get more hyper. About half an hour later I went off to get a drink, as a left the room, Alex shouted out that we where all going upstairs. So I got my drink and went upstairs.

When I walked in, the lights went off and somebody (I could tell by the insatiable giggles that it was Alice) rugby tackled me to the floor and promptly duct tapped my hands together behind my back. She got up switched on the light and I saw that Alex and Zara where both tied up hidden in the corner (not very well as they where half covered my a duvet).

Alice then said that the other two had tried to get her but she was to fast and got them both. She then spent the next 2 hours teasing us and generally being cruel (in the nicest possible way). She then grabbed zara and tried to duct tape her to the wall. I don't know why, but for some reason she had a bag with about 6 large rolls. She then got alex and did the same. Then she just came over to me.

But instead of doing the same, so got a roll and completly cacooned me from nose to toe in tape. I could not move at all. She then laughed and switched off the lights and left. About 6 hours later, she came back and untied us and we all watched some more films, got completly drunk and then woke up the next day (about 4 hours ago).

Fun party, but I wish it happened more often! Could someone please tell me how I would be able to drop subtle hints so something like that happens again, incase the token insane person with duct tape isn't there?

It doesn't seem like Canuck is any closer to resolving this issue??

Like you, I have been an avid follower of Nick H. and his stories and would like to hear what happens next. Maybe he feels the same way as me?

I am looking for someone 2 tie me up, preferably my own age for legal and safety reasons.
Male or female, but I am straight.
non-sexual and must be close enough not 2 arouse parental suspicion. Talk 2 me.

I am doing this on my psp, so I can't send pics. But it'd B cool if u sent me pics of yourself in bondage. (only not as an attachment cos I can't recieve it)

"Anything, you say?" said Liz.

"Yes, just please god stop," i gasped.

She untied my hands from the head of the bed, "ok, ill stop but im going to talk to the people downstairs to decide what to do with you, " she tugged at my hand rope and i followed her down the stairs, "she's agreed to do anything so anyone got any idea's," she dropped me onto the floor and walked off into the corner, i pulled weakly at my bindings while they discussed, about 5 minutes later Steve walked back towards me and said, "we're going to let you go but you owe us one."

"Thank you," i said, "thanks so much," he smiled and untied me.

"See you next time Shalla," he said.