Also, even if the other pics aren't that great, maybe you should post them anyway? Never know. ;-)

Andrew, nice story, hope u liked it.

Ok, Micah here about two nights ago I wanted to see if I would be able to escape a self-bondage without getting up. I was wearing some white shorts and T-shirt for those interested.

I used bedsheets, a robe belt, a couple of bandanas, a tie, a 4ft broom stick, and a knee wrap. First, I tied my ankles together tightly and cinched them off. then I tied my knees together same as my ankles then I tied them to the broomstick on which I was laying. Then my thighs were tied to the pole and then my waist. I was now unable to bend my knees or sit up.
I was tied with bedsheets by the way. After which I rolled up the tie and stuffed it in my mouth and wrapped my mouth with the knee wrap. I mmmpphhed a little to test it out. I was now speechless and excited among other things.
Then I tied a bandana around my forehead for a blindfold. After that I made a wrist-loop and cinch rope and set it aside for the time being. Then I took the 3 more bed sheets and tied my stomach, lower and upper chest to the post.
I now neither sit up or move much. Then I grabbed the wrist loop and set near my back so I could reach it after wedging my arms through the 3 sheets tied to my upper half.
Before I moved the bandana over my eyes in which to blindfold myself. I was then blinded, unable to sit-up, or speak.
Then I placed my arms through the sheets around my body and successfully put my hands through the wrist coil.
All of a sudden the ropes just tightened up on me and I admit it I was stuck for a little while I think about an hour and a half. I was struggling and mmmmppphing blindfolded and helpless. It was about 1 a.m. and noone could hear me. So there I was laying helpless with no escape unable to even move.
I just sat there sweat began to build up on me and I was growing ever tired. I nodded off for a little bit don't know how long because I was blindfolded.
Then all of my struggling worked and the sweat helped to I slipped out of the wrist coil and untied myself. I lastly took off my gag and looked at the clock it was two-thirty something. Then I just went to bed with a happy feeling of excitement and contentment.

Alright that's it for now. Love the site.

Look forward to reading more interesting stories from you guys.

Later my friends,

Micah

P.S. e-mail anytime on how you like my story, or whatever.
Be blessed!!! :)

I'm in Birmingham but can travel anywhere really within the UK.

Oh and I like to be the one tied up, would prefer it to be a man (although not gay)

I'm in Birmingham but can travel anywhere really within the UK.

Oh and I like to be the one tied up, would prefer it to be a man (although not gay)

Where in the Midlands are you roughly, would you be willing to tie me up and if so what would you use and how would you do it.

Also how old are you

Where in the Midlands are you roughly, would you be willing to tie me up and if so what would you use and how would you do it.

Also how old are you

I have sent you an e-mail with my address attached please get back and let me know how you would tie me up and what would you use

Cheers

Peter

I have sent you an e-mail with my address attached please get back and let me know how you would tie me up and what would you use

Cheers

Peter

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The Cast:

Jesse (Me) – 15 years old, I’ve been told many times I resemble Randy from Home Improvement, Dark Green Lacoste golf shirt, with a white Turtleneck underneath, wide leg blue jeans, black Nike socks.

Tyler (My friend) – Also 15 years old, kind of looks like Simon from 7th Heaven, Grey Hoodie, Army Green Cargo Pants, white Nike ankle socks.

Laura (My sister) – 18 years old, looks like a butt head! No, just joking, looks like Amber Blisson from the OC, black dress pants and a light pink tank top with a white sweater, pink socks

Mike (My sisters boyfriend or the month…………..) 18 years old, can you say Van from Reba. This guy looks, acts, and talks like Van. He is wearing a Red T Shirt with White writing on it and a white long sleeve shirt underneath and white socks

It was a very snowy day and my parents were out of town for the weekend once more.
My sister was Looking After Me again, but this time was different or was it? We were both 1 year older and our friends and social lives had changed, however I have still never forgotten my first tied up experience at the hands of my sister, later that day I was to find out neither had she………………………………

We were all sitting around watching T.V in the living room when my sister begins out of no where.
“Hey Jesse, remember last year I had that party” she said
“Yeah I remember, lets not go through that again” I said
“Shut up u made some good money for doing nothing” Laura recalled
“I’m glade you seen it as nothing” I said sarcastically. “As I recall, I was the one bound and gagged for about 16hours in my room”
“Yeah but you looked soooo cute sitting there in your little blue golf shirt and your scrunchy white turtleneck, with your spiky hair, kind of how your dressed today” she taunted
“It was hilarious watching u struggle and wiggle around in that chair, grunting and mphhhhhhing into your gag, looking all un - impressed with me”

By then Mike and Tyler looked shocked.

“Dude you let your sister do that to you” Tyler said
“Um, its not like I had a choice in the matter, I was kinda jumped from behind by these 2 guys” I returned

“You liked it Jesse, I found drunk wasted Kathy and her friend in the room tickling and kissing u” Laura interrupted “If I hadn’t stopped them, you would have peed yourself from being tickled.”

“I didn’t say it was all bad” I replied “Laura what’s your point”
“Nothing I just wandered if u remembered” said Laura

Being a little embarrassed that Laura had brought that story up in front of Tyler and Mike I got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to grab a coke from the fridge. I could here Laura yelling from the living room “I’m sorry Jesse, I thought the story was funny, come back in here, pleaseeeeee”
I didn’t respond. I finished my coke and looked through the sports check flyer. After a little time had passed I decided to return to the living room.
Just As I walked through the door I noticed only Laura sitting on the couch.
Where did Tyler and Mike go? I thought for a second, and then it hit me, just as they did.
This was a total set up, I hit the floor with a large thud, flat on my stomach, knocking the air out of my lungs. Laura sprung up from the couch while Mike held me down and forced my arms behind. Tyler handcuffed my hands together really tightly and Laura wound duct tape around my ankles 10 times. Dejavue I thought, this was not funny.
They all got up off the floor to admire the job they had done.
“Wow, dude your all tied up” Tyler said in kind of astonishment
“No way” I replied to Tyler sarcastically, “What did you think was going to happen when you handcuff my hands behind my back”
“No need to be rude Jesse, Tyler is our guest, your guest in fact” Laura pointed out
“Try and get free” Mike said excitedly
“Yeah…. Ok Van” I said, thinking to myself the whole time, ummm I’m handcuffed, metal, superman I think not, moron.
“Lift him off the floor Mike, and lets put him on the couch” Laura directed
Mike lifted my body off the floor and carried me over his shoulder like a fire man, lying me down on the couch.
“Should we gag him” Tyler asked
I looked at the faces of my captors and saw in there eyes that that was the next step.
I began to yell out loud “Let me go” quickly Mike clamped his hand over my mouth.
Laura disappeared upstairs to my bedroom and returned with one of my extra low cut Nike black ankle socks.
“Don’t worry Jesse, this one is clean” she said as she came down the stairs holding the sock in her hand.
I began to squirm “Don’t do this again” I yelled as the sock was being stuffed into my mouth. Tyler completed my gag by tying a white bandana being around my head and wrapping duct tape around my mouth and head about 5 times leaving me speechless, literally
“Try and speak to us Jesse” Van, I mean Mike said
“He can’t Mike, he’s gagged honey” Laura replied as she returned to me “Sorry buddy, but these things just seem to happen to you, even your friend is in on it this time”
“What should we do to him now?” Mike asked.
“Tickle Him” Laura replied
The group of them started tickling me, “mphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mphhhhhhhhhhhhhh” and a bunch of gagged sound grunting & laughing followed, I almost peed myself.
About 10 mins later they all stopped to take a rest and let me catch my breath. I was really breathing hard through my nose. I could feel the beads of sweat rolling down my face and clinging to the back of my hair. I shrugged in my turtleneck to try and wipe the sweaty feeling away, to no success.
Through all of the tickling the turtleneck I was wearing had unfolded and was left very scrunched and high against my chin. The 3 of them went into the kitchen to get something to eat and drink, leaving me in the living room by myself, however, what they didn’t realize, was that Mike had left the key to the handcuffs on the table. Looking around with no one in plane site I began to make my move, grunting and mphhhing as silent as I could, I managed to inch across the floor toward the prize, only to be stopped by Mike “Ahhh there they are” he said as he picked up the keys “almost forgot them, now then lets get you back over to the couch”. Mike once again lifted me over his shoulder fireman style and dropped me back onto the couch. I landed with a soft grunt and a low growl. “Now since you’ve tried to escape, I think we will have to hog tie you for the rest of the evening” said Mike. “Tyler has gone home and your sister and I will be going down stairs to watch a movie, I don’t think I want you moving around up here so this will help to ensure that doesn’t happen” he looked at me with disapproving eyes. He untied the duct tape from around my ankles and proceeded to tie my ankles to my hands with 10 wrappings of duct tape, this was very uncomfortable.
“There that should keep you nice, tight, and quiet, by the way I like your black Nike socks, as he tickled my feet a bit”. “Thanks” I muffled from behind my gag in a sarcastic tone. Mike then proceeded to check that my gag was in tact, patted me on the head and disappeared down stairs.
Great I thought, another night like this……………….I let out a big sigh “Mphhhhhhhhh”……………… as I dropped my head to the couch.

To be continued……………………..

i could see jason was working on kevin too and he was really having a hard time becuse kevin kept on kicking. i decided to try to kick some more too on the count i still had my high-tops on but chris was able to control my legs.

after gaining control of me chris then took out a huge roll of duct tape and taped my feet toghether.and becuse i was yelling so loud he wraped it a few times around my head to secure the hanky.when done with that he then taped my wrist in a x realy tight. after that he put a few strips of tape over my eyes and throwing me over his back like a bag. He then placed me in the walk in closet of kevin and phils parents and covered me with a blanket "you and kev just whould not give up so you will just have to stay in here and think about it" said chris

i started to mmmmppphhhh but i heard the door shut and i then fell asleep. to be contiued.......

But the second you hit 35 holy crap, watch out here comes the kinky crew.

I dont mean just for pleasure purposes, I'm talking tieing up in general just for fun.

Another Sunday. This one was shaping up to be a nice day, as the previous few days had been. Sarah, Kelli, and I were at Sarah's house again. Remember I had said Sarah wanted to get revenge on Kelli. Well, today she planned to get it. She told Kelli she was going to tie her up this time.

"Aw, come on, that was just a one-time thing, right?" Kelli said hesitantly.

"No," said Sarah. "I am going to make you regret tickling me so much."

"Okay, fair enough. But you don't even need to know who my boyfriend is. We broke up anyway."

"That's too bad," said Sarah. "I'm still going to tie you up. And I'm going to make you beg before I let you go."

Kelli sighed. "Fine." Sarah went to get her rope, and Kelli said, "Can you make sure she doesn't get out of hand?"

"I'll try," I said wryly, "although I seem to remember being tickled by you too."

"Ugh, fine, you can tickle me too. Just be nice, please?" I agreed and Sarah returned. Kelli was wearing socks today, but Sarah immeadiately ordered those off. Sarah did not have ropes, but she did have a roll of duct tape.

"I know you can get out of rope easily, you said so. But duct tape?" Kelli shook her head and Sarah smiled. "Good." Sarah tied Kelli's hand together in front of her body with several wraps of tape, and Kelli confirmed she could not break the tape.

"Why in front?" Kelli asked. It looked like Sarah was not going for a hogtie.

Sarah merely said, "You'll see. Let's go outside."

"Whoa, no, people will see me!" Kelli said pathetically.

"No, they won't, we have trees and a tall fence in our backyard." This was true, there were very few vantage points from which to see into Sarah's backyard. And if someone just happened to be able to see, well, they were going to have a very nice sight.

Sarah grabbed Kelli by her bound wrists and led her outside. The grass felt good on bare feet. Kelli was told to kneel under the biggest tree in the backyard. "I have to go get the rope," said Sarah. "Jack, tie her feet."

I dutifully wrapped the tape around her bare ankles once she went onto her stomach to lift her feet into the air. She was certainly playing along without resisting. "I should have worn pants, then the tape wouldn't be on my skin," Kelli said, with a weak smile. She seemed a little nervous about what Sarah was going to do. "Why does she need the rope?"

I made sure the tape was nice and secure before responding. "Your guess is good as mine." I helped her get back to her knees, as it was difficult with her legs tied.

"Got some rope!" called Sarah in a sing-song voice. She had a couple long pieces.

"What are you doing?" asked Kelli.

"Hush or I'll have Jack gag you." She put a finger on her chin as if thinking. "Although, I may have that anyway." She wrapped some rope between Kelli's bound wrists, over the duct tape, then tossed the other end of the rope over a sturdy branch strategically found over Kelli's head. We both figured out what Sarah was doing at this point.

"Are you going to hang me from this tree?" Kelli asked with trepidation.

"No, but close." Sarah grabbed the rope, and pulled until Kelli's arms were stretched above her head while she was still on her knees. Then, perhaps to be unnecessarily cruel, she held Kelli's feet up in the air and had me tie the rope, pulled taut, around her ankle bonds. Now only Kelli's knees made contact with the ground, her arms were thrust straight up, and her feet hung in the air. Since the rope over the branch was taut, she couldn't move her feet or arms unless she did so in tandem, and this wasn't really possible, so she had very little range of motion. This was not very comfortable, I could tell. "What do you think?" Sarah asked, grinning.

"You'll make a great sadist," said Kelli. "But I can handle this."

"Think of this as part one," said Sarah. Kelli shot a look at me, but I shrugged. After a few minutes, Sarah seemed to be bored with Kelli's lack of complaints. So she tucked Kelli's feet under one arm, to prevent all movement. "Ready to be tickled?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," grunted Kelli.

Sarah tickled her feet then, while I was a spectator. Sarah was not interested in being nice, here, but instead she really dug into Kelli's soles. Kelli responded as only she could, laughing, twitching, and, when she could, worrying that neighbors would hear and start watching. Eventually, she only laughed, and Sarah stopped, untying the rope from her ankles. Kelli gratefully lowered her legs and arms with a sigh, and laid on the grass.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, still breathing a little heavily.

"She's fine," said Sarah. "Or she would have begged."

"Do your worst," said Kelli, grinning herself now.

"Okay." Sarah had me pick up Kelli's feet while she took her shoulders, and we carried her into the house. I noticed she had grass stains on her knees. Sarah cut her hands free of the tape, then had her put them behind her back. She retied them with more tape, then had Kelli lay on her back on the floor. She straddled Kelli's waist.

"Oh, no, more tickling," mocked Kelli hilariously. "I won't be able to take it!"

Sarah smiled at the way Kelli played along with the game. "You're right, you won't." She dug her fingers into Kelli's ribs and tummy, while Kelli futilely tried to escape. I was tired of watching at this point, and so I snuck over to Kelli's feet and tickled them, lightly though. Sarah had stopped tickling Kelli, but she was still giggling. "What's wrong with you?" Sarah asked, confused.

"Jaaaacck," stammered Kelli.

"Oh, that boy," said Sarah, turning around to chastise me. "Don't gang up on her."

"Should I help her instead?" I asked.

"No!" said Sarah, but I'd already started wrestling her to the ground and soon pinned her. "Come on, Jack, I need to make her beg!"

"Well, think of this as breaktime," I said, reaching in to tickle Sarah. She shrieked and struggled and cursed me, while Kelli watched still tied up but very amused. Finally I quit and got off Sarah, who stayed motionless for a moment before dragging herself into a seated position.

"Damn you," she said.

"I'm still not begging," said Kelli, smiling.

"Well, no more tickling," said Sarah. "Now, well I don't know."

"Ice," I said. I had an older sister that never tied me up but she did like to put ice down my shirt at random times when we were younger. It was bad enough when I was free to retrieve it, but I knew it would be torture for a tied person.

Kelli stopped smiling for a second. "You going to put ice on me?"

"I'm going to turn you into a popsicle," said Sarah, finding an ice tray from the freezer.

She sat Kelli up, who looked like she wanted to try to escape but did not because she realized the pointlessness of that. It was getting a little hot in the day, so the ice might feel good, although perhaps not quite at first. Sarah granted me a piece. "Go ahead and put this on her foot, I'm getting the fun part."

Kelli petitioned me. "Come on, Jack, I don't need two people icing me at once," she said, but I was undeterred. This was too cool to pass up. Before the ice could melt too much in my hand, I placed it firmly on the arch of her sole, which tickling had shown to be very sensitive. She squealed in response, banging her feet up and down, but I kept the ice steady. "So cold!" she said.

"Just wait," said Sarah. Soon my ice was melted, and I dried my hand on my pants. Sarah followed quickly with an ice cube she dropped unceremoniously down the back of Kelli's shirt, then another down the front. Kelli gasped at both cubes and writhed uncomfortably. "More?" asked Sarah.

"You guys are terrible," Kelli said, but she would not give in. I placed another one on her other foot, while Sarah threw about three down the back of her shirt. When she still wouldn't give in, we lay her down and held her down while putting two on her stomach, one each on her leg, and Sarah held one firmly on her nose. Kelli struggled, but we waited for the ice to melt completely.

"Out of ice," groused Sarah.

"Now what?" asked Kelli.

"Well, I think she's been tied up as long as we were, and suffered more," I said to Sarah.

"Yeah, yeah," admitted Sarah, reluctantly.

"So I win?" asked Kelli hopefully.

"Yeah, yeah," repeated Sarah, bitterly this time. "She calls me stubborn, but she's just as bad!"

I cut Kelli loose and she moved around, happy to be free. "Well, that was fun, if somewhat torturous."

"Only somewhat?" asked Sarah.

"Yeah, only somewhat," teased Kelli.

We headed out after that. But having found these tie-up games to be fun, I didn't think this would be our last.

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This is the story of my first tie-up experience a few months ago with my friend George (He is also 16).

It was a Saturday and I was over at my friend George's house. His Parents weren't home. We decided to play Super Smash Brothers Melee on his Gamecube. We played for an hour or so and we had both won about the same number of games each (I was ahead by a few though). I was getting bored and said, "I'm bored, want to do something else?"

George replied, "Ok, stay here, I've got an idea."

He returned with a role of silver duct tape. "How about whoever loses gets tied up?"

I had never been tied up before. "Ok, lets do it."

We played and a few minutes later I had lost.

"You know what must happen know", he said.

He lead me out into his study where he had a plain, wooden arm chair. He told me to sat down and I did. He wrapped the duct tape my left wrist and to the arm of the chair. Then my right wrist. He then did my ankles to either side of the legs of the chair. He then taped near my elbows to the chair, and same with near my knees. Finally and went around me chest a few times and I was stuck. I tried to move but I couldn't.

He went and grabbed another chair and sat on it, facing me, and started to ask some questions.

"Have you ever been tied up?" He asked.
"No", I replied. "Have you?"
"Hey, its my question time - not yours." He answered. I had a feeling this wasn't the first time he had tied someone up. "Are you tied tight enough?" He asked.
"Umm.. yes."
"Ok, thats good. I am going to go down to the shops to get some bread. Dont go anywhere."
"Untie me first." I stated.
"Uh, I'd rather not." He answered with a smirk. He picked up the duct tape, pulled a long strand of it, cut if off and wrapped it around my head starting from my mouth. He then left the room and quickly returned with a tie. He blindfolded me with it.

He said goodbye and a minute later I heard the front door slammed close.

I tried escaping but It was tied too tight. I thought I could hear sounds in the house, like soft clicks or creaks - but I assumed it was my mind playing tricks on me because of the blindfold.

After about 5 minutes I stopped struggling. It was no use. About a minute later my spine shivered as I felt a hand touch my shoulder.

My blindfold was taken off.

"Tricked you." He laughed.

He untaped my mouth but left me tied up. We talked for about half an hour. Then he untied me shortly before his parents returned home. This wasn't our last tie-up game though, and Ill post more stories soon.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN8Jge0T-ho&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLYnp_DSnaY&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxI29y_oz4o&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZSvNNeFwq0&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krFD18zNG00&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A78faNAIPbI&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A78faNAIPbI&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Spak9uIvvY&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOP8VR-iw_0&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?search=clout9r+tied&v=m-1aDhlPjvU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GciF-Rtd0wQ&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eq8T_Kes-s&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rusnGrkBIJ0&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLf-hwCBEeU&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wwn-wae7D4c&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNs9QozerTo&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hqkcUNu1nMU&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXqrtxFsR4E&search=clout9r%20tied

And to be fair, even though I'm not into that sort of thing, here are some male videos by the same person (the videos are of him tied up by his girlfriend rather than vice versa):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWAnWVG486c&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcQn8VUOL3I&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYZNaRaMpWs&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNH0BkOXFk4&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEihIj0AZyg&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhKN0Sa7jXU&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLua0IUVfSI&search=clout9r%20tied
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGIGeeFgG_g&search=clout9r%20tied

There you go. And these are all the videos that this guy made, of either his girlfriend, his female friend, or himself, tied up.

I was in a bkini suit because of the girls and they had placed me in front of there air con and then they went to bed and went to sleep

so as soon as the girls were asleep I decied to roll over to the bathroom and lock the door so manged to do that thankful they had'nt blindfolded me next I tried to find some slak in the knots thankful that I had found some I went to work it took about 15 min to get my hands free then I quickly undidi the gag and untied my feet with nothing else to do I went to sleep...

When I woke up the first the I saw was all of the girls looking at me from where I was .Mel giggled and said she had the keys to open the door of the bathroom I tried to get up but they were holding me down rachel then said for doing this we will have to punish me and I was'nt allowed to say anything unless spoken to and that they would think of a punishment for me when there parents had gone to bed (it was in the morning) so during the day nothing happened but I decied not run away from them (being tied up by three girls is hot)! so when night came mel parents said they were going to have an early night today and said good night and left the room imeditly all of the girls grabbed me and led me downstairs (gulp). When I was down there they said I was going to chose my punisment by playing a game they said that that they were going to blindfold me and spin me around and when they stoped who ever I faced would punisne me how they wanted o.k they grabed a bandana and blinfoled me they span me around and around until I was dizzy and then I decied to stop wherever I was so I did that. When I took the blindfold off I saw all three of them standing in front of me mel said that now all of them could tie me up for an hour each then they would have one big one. they played rock paper sisors to see how would play first it was rachel all right see said take off your top I did it she then said take off your pants I did that too then the tieing begins. Rachel used duct tape the whole time the duck taped my feet first then my knee then my whasit then my writs soon I was comepletly mumified in tape finally she handgags me I mmmmph for fun then I try to roll over so rachel would un-gag me but it was kinda hard to do rachel sat on top of me and took her hand off me then she kissed me (thats hot)! after about a min of kissing she pulled off a another piace off duck tape and gagged me with it all three of them then walked out and left me after the hour had been it was sarah's turn this time she hog tied me ina few min then kissed too then left me for my hour next mel cam in aid she had some fun or me after un tieing m e asdie from my hands she blindfoded me with her bandana she led me (by hand) to something (her bed I think) she then laid me out and then she tied my already tied hand to the headborad then tied my feet to each of bed posts then kissed me aswell for about 7min sexy eh? next she called for her other friends and they took my shokes off anf tickled me for 20 min non stop I laughed so hard they had to gag me! after that I was left for the rest of the time. they came back in and I was untied from where I was then when I was off the bed they un did the blindfold they held me tight so could'nt run from them they led me into the bathroom and for my that I had to put on a g-string or esles they left I put it on (it was pink) they came back in then got about two buckets of ice and dumped it in the bath then they added colde water to it makeing it super cold they then duck taped my hands and feet and throw me in the bath it was so cold!!! I was shiveing all over but they had'nt finished they then put in three ice blocks in my mouth and put the ball gag over it Freezeing me even worsr after about 10 min they un did the gag and put 6 more ice blocks in they re did the gag and turned the light off I tried to get out but it was slippery but I did it in 5 min mel came in and saw me shivering there so she put me under the shower in the hot I mmmmphed to her but she said she had to put me back or the girls would get her the lights went on and the girls saw me and mel together oooh i see now rachel said you were going to let him out were'nt you tratior mel said no I was going to tie him to the bath becaues he manged to get out they bleived her so they tied my even tighter and throw me back really they did it's ture there evil. they turned the lights off and let me sit there for about 15 min then came back in we have one more thing to do to you they all gigiled....

also I highly advise you to look at this link this girl mumififed she looks a lot like mel

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the girls un-tied me and they told me to sit in the toilet seat (eeepp)mel pushed me on to it I sat they said if I was cold before it was nothing they tied with the duck tape (mumified to the toilet) then they left and they brought all of the fans/coolers and turned the all I think there was 5 in total they were right rachel had an evil look and said have a nice sleep and put a girls slepping mask over my eyes and left I heard them look the door behind the after about 30min mel opened the door and turned off the fans and said sorry but have to leave you behind I mmmmmmphhhhed hard and came her a sad face oh ok she said and took off my blindfold and gag but she said who kissed you the best I smiled and said rachel sarcascly she got mad and slaped me many time then mel said who kissed you the best and I said of it was you she smiled and kissed me agian (hot) she pulled out a knife from somewhere and sliced though me bonds I gave her my thanks and asked what now mel said stay here they you are tied up o.k I said oh yeah take my nighty you will be warmer o.k i said agian mel went out al of a sudden she squwiled it was dark and I could'nt see much but I thought it was the othe girls all of a sudden the lights went on I covered my eyes but withdrew them in few secs I saw rachel and sarah holding mel with a her knife rachel said lie down on the ground with your hand behind your back or I will slice off her hair I was'nt afraid so I took a few steps forward rachel cut a few slcies of hair off mel get down now I stared to get down by mel said don't I said I did'nt have a choice no yoummmmmmm sarah had put her hand over her mouth I decied I to lie down good now stay there or she gets it I heard one of them come over I quicly got up triped rachel and dived for mel but she was already tied up and gagged on her bed I saw the girls regroup as I started to untie mel the both leaped at me I dived out of the way but was too late sarah had grabbed one of my hands and pulled it behind me rachel grabbed my other hand and drove it behind me and then rachel put her knee on my back and slaped me hard ouch!
mel was mmmphing away on the bed sarah had started to use the rope to tie my legs togeter while still grabbing my hand
this was really bad but I one more trick I jearked my hand away then grabbed rachel and threw her (seen to many movies) but the feet were already tied so tried to un do them but they were mega tight so I crawed to the bed not noticing rachel and sarah with their surprise (its all ture I swear it) I started untieing one of her hands almosy done but the girls chose this time to attack using their secreat weapon a pair of handcuffs they handcuffed me and pulled me onto the ground we have you now they said mel mmmmpphed at bit more but it was over I had lost I asked where they had goten the handcuffs but they ball gaged my so all which came out was MMMpphh..mmm now what to do with these naugthy people they giggled and stared to talk to each other me and mel were simily mmmpphhing to each other. When they had stoped chating they decied we were lovers amd if we did'nt kiss for 15 min starait they would make sure we kept kissing for a long time (gulp). We only made 9min (sexy but)they undid our gags. they pulled two chairs together faceing each other first they pulled me up undid one of the cuffs then the other I was sitting down I was being held by sarah then they tied my hand behind the chair with more ducktape then did the same with my I mmmmphed alot at them but it never did any good next they did the same thing with mel but tied her and with rope. next they told us to put our head so they were touching they then ducktaped them togher then they un did our gags making the duck tape have lots of slack they then told us to kiss so we did but when we did they put more duck tape around our heads to keep them together now you can't stop kissing lovers "ha ha" and finally we will swap the man and the girl lifes tommrow but one thing they did before they went to bed (it was 1:00) rachel had the hair ties all pink renber these "haha" they tied my hair pack into pinktails (i know this is wrong but..)They pushed up mels boobs and tied them up so they were bigger,then they put the slepping maskes over our faces and went to bed ( I think) I swear 90%is ture but I kinda exadurated some of the things in the story

shout I if you like my story
one more thing can anyone find a site with free video no nude o.k

continue your story, its really fun

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Again, please comment on my findings!

I love these "everyday life" pics and videos though, as they give us some extra insight into tie-up games that stories alone - awesome as they are - cannot. Though I do not think "professional"/"commercial" videos belong here at all.

Excellent, excellent work. I love the chair-tied one (Url third up from bottom). That was incredible, I wish it never, ever stopped. Once again, good work.

Ok as you all might know my GF Brittany and I love bondage, but there is a line to it for us, this line was crossed, but not by me and not of Brittany's free will. Ok so I'm in a feud with this a** at my school,he would threten me, insult me, he even beat the crap out of my best friend mike to send a "message" to me, (this kid is a jr, I'm a freshmen)so I got pissed and almost kicked the crap out of his friend but I figured thats what he wanted me to do. So I found out that he was stalking Britt (thats what I call Brittany) so I go up to him one day and told him if he doesnt leave her alone I would personal kick the crap out of him, then one day I get an IM (it was a saturday morning) it said to come to the park around the corner from my house, so I go (I brought my stick which I found one day walking home from school, its pretty good cant be broken very easaliy) so I get to the park and I see 7 people in the clearing of the park, so I go and see. I see Britt tied and gagged with tape and the kid and five of his friends with him

"let her go now"
"or what"
"she has nothing to do with whats between us Sean now let her go"
"no I want this b!tch to watch her boyfriend get his butt kicked"

then two of his friends come at me, (I'm pretty good at fighting useing a stick) I swung it the way I do when I use it and knock the two guys to the ground (with some effert) then he grabs Britt and runs through a trial that was there and I tried to go after them but his friends were in the way then Mike showed up (I called him before I went to the park since he lived close by) along with my friend Nate (who is a big guy, he does track and weight lifting) so they hold the guys off while I go looking for Britt I find her on the ground alone in a clearing of the path, then Sean attacks me and wrestls me to the ground knocing my stick out of my hands

"look at your girl Steve cause once I'm done beating you sensless you wont see her for a while"
(oviasly he was going to actually kidnap her)
so at that I start to get really pissed and knee him right in his manhood, he goes cross eyed and falls off of me I get up, then so does he I puntch him square in the face and broke his nose then I puchted him in the gut which caused him to bend down in pain, then I finish him with an uppercut and he falls to the ground, I untie Britt and she begins to cry as I hold her and then we kiss and then go home.

I know thats a bit long and there is some bad laguage in it so Im sorry for it, please comment me if you like, this actually happened

Please continue, but please try and use more proper english.

can't wait to hear more

PartyGuy

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It was a Saturday in the early afternoon, and my mom left at noon for a conference that she had to go to for her career. She didn't tell me when she would be back but her conferences always lasted at least two days. Dad was off on another business trip, and honestly I didn't know what day he would be back, because he's on the road all the time anyway and I just don't pay any attention to that anymore. I just knew that he wouldn't be back today so I was covered. I called Hannah and told her that if she came over to my house we would have the whole day to ourselves. She was more than happy to come over and started asking me what kind of tie up game I wanted to play (we did this regularly when our parents were gone). I told her to surprise me, that it was her choice and whatever she wanted to do to me or with me was ok with me. She came over to my house at around 4 pm. For those interested she was wearing a pair of black and pink New Balance shoes, pink low cut ankle socks, a pair of small rolled up black short shorts, and a small black t-shirt. Also for those interested I was wearing a pair of brand new dark gray and blue New Balance shoes, black low cut ankle socks, a pair of Levis jeans, and a medium blue t-shirt. She walked in with her bag of "supplies" and set them on the floor in the living room. I smiled at her and moved her to the couch where I hugged and kissed her for a moment or two. Then I asked delicately what she had planned for us tonight. She then told me to look in her bag and find out for myself. I went over to the bag and opened it to find some of the usual things (hot pink rope and hot pink duct tape (she had a thing with hot pink)) and noticed a few new things among the old. I saw a hot pink ball gag, and then something I’d never thought she'd be into, it was a pink collar that read "naughty girl" spelled out in fake diamonds, and finally what looked like a 3 to 4 foot pink leash to attach to the collar. I walked back over to the couch where we were sitting and told her that she had outdone herself. She giggled and gave me a soft kiss, and I returned it with a quick make-out session and I tickled her tummy a little. After that I went to the kitchen and made a quick snack as I had not eaten yet, she also ate a little, but after all who wants to be tied up on an empty stomach haha. Finally after that I went upstairs with the bag of tie up stuff and got ready. Once I was finished prepping myself, I opened the door to my bedroom and yelled to Hannah to come up, then I hid around the corner with the pink ball gag and a small pink length of rope. She came up the stairs and walked into my bedroom expecting to walk in with me waiting there to tie her up, but instead as she walked through the door I came from around the corner, followed her in, shut the door with my foot, and "kidnapped" her. I put my hand over her mouth as a hand-gag for the moment and grabbed her arms with my other hand. She started struggling, she did know it was me but she had to put on a good show. I pushed her face-first onto the bed and straddled her, while I tied her wrists together with the small length of rope. Once I did that I put the ball gag in her mouth and buckled it in the back and put a strip of pink duct tape onto her mouth to hold the gag. I then flipped her over and sat her on my lap. I then told her, while tracing my finger up her thigh, that if she was a good girl she would be let go, but if not, well she would see. She looked so beautiful and frightened it was great. She was a great actor. I then asked her if she was going to be a good girl and she frantically nodded yes with little cute mmpphh's here and there through the gag. I told her good and moved her to a chair in the room. I left her hands tied behind her back and the gag. I then began the torture. However before I could even start she had untied the binds on her wrists and I told her she had been a naughty girl and she was to be punished. I quickly retied her wrists together behind her back and I took the pink collar that said naughty girl on it and put it on her neck. She made another cute little "mmpphh" into her gag and I put my finger to her mouth and shhhhed her. I then added her leash and she gave me scared looks. I told her she had been naughty and she was to be punished. First I removed her new balance shoes one by one and set them over in the corner, and then I removed her tiny socks and threw them in the corner. I traced my finger along the sole of her feet and she began to giggle. I then began to tease her by going to the back of the chair and sticking my hand into her shorts. She jumped and I saw the excitement in her eyes. Then I quickly removed her shorts to reveal a pink and black thong that read, "I'm a naughty girl" on the crotch. She definitely planned it and her face grew red behind her gag when she saw me see it. I told her then that she certainly had been a naughty girl. I then untied her hands to take off her small black shirt to reveal a matching pink and black bra. Then I grabbed the leash and tugged on it telling her it was time for her to move. I opened the door to the hallway and pulled her along on all fours. We got down the stairs and she was panting from there I hit the couch and told her to lay on the carpet so she would catch her breath and she did so happily. Then, after a minute or two of watching TV I grabbed her leash again and pulled her into the kitchen and pulled out two bowls, one filled with water and I filled the other with whipped cream. There was no real point to this other than me seeing her eating on all fours and getting whipped cream all over the place. After she was finished dining I grabbed a container of whipped cream and a bottle of chocolate syrup that I might use later and went to the freezer. I grabbed 4 ice cubes from the fridge and put 1 on each nipple in her bra and then placed 2 in the crotch of her thong. Every time I dropped another ice cube I could see the excitement in her eyes and here a separate cute little “mmpphh” through the gag. Once I did that I led her around the house for a little while just to see how she would deal with the ice while moving, especially on all fours haha. She made expressions on her face I thought I would never forget. After about 15 minutes I removed the ice (which had almost melted anyway) and I led her back to the couch and made her bend over across my lap as I sat. I then retied her hands so she would not interfere and tied her ankles again just for fun. I then slowly tugged her thong down until it was past her butt. She began to whimper and I told her to be silent. I then began spanking her and every time I slapped her (not hard, more like a playful slap) she made a whimper sound on impact. Then after a minute or two I stopped and yanked her thong back up so that she had a major wedgie haha. Her eyes grew large and then she grinned. Then I untied her binds and led her down stairs into the basement. We had a dog several years back and it was a black Labrador, which was a fairly large dog. So as you can imagine we had a fairly large metal dog cage for it (we weren’t cruel we just didn’t want our dog to soil the carpet or anything at night when we couldn’t patrol that). So I led her down to the basement and pulled out some of the pink rope and a pink blindfold. I hogtied her and added a rather tight crotch rope to her that would be tighter as she struggled the way I rigged it up, which she grinned at and which I was happy with as well. Then I slid her in the dog cage. Then I bent over to tie the blindfold around her and she looked up to me and I saw those pleading eyes and I almost fell for it, but I went ahead and tied the blindfold on like the evil person I was supposed to be and then shut and locked the door to the cage. She started to make whimpering sounds and started to struggle somewhat (even though there really was no room to struggle in the cage she just clanged around a little bit). Then I told her that I would be back soon, but that I had to run an errand real quick. She made a bigger cute “mmpphh” this time and I walked up the basement stairs turned off the lights and went out the door. I listened through the door for a moment and I heard a small bit of clanging and then a whimpering sound that sounded like she had given up. It was about 6 pm then and I watched a bit of TV. Then at about 6:30 pm I went back downstairs and took her out of the cage. She looked and felt cold. I untied all of the binds except the crotch rope, her wrists, and the ball gag and I told her that I would keep her warm. I took her upstairs to my room and she laid in my arms for a bit as we watched a little TV so that she would warm up some. After we were nice and warm, I told her there was one last thing I wanted to do with her. I tied her spread eagle to the posts of my bed and she tested the binds a little. Then I let her watch as I brought out the whipped cream and chocolate syrup from the kitchen. She grinned and grew red with the ball gag in her mouth. I then made an art design on her body including whipped cream dots on the nipple spots of her bra, a whipped cream trail down to her belly button, and a larger spot of whipped cream on her crotch area. I then topped it with chocolate syrup in some places. Then I retied the blindfold and began to lick it all off of her body. I started at her tummy and I licked all of the chocolate syrup and whipped cream from there as she giggled almost incessantly. Then I moved up and slowly removed all of the whipped cream and chocolate syrup from her bra. Then finally I moved down to her crotch and removed the whipped cream and chocolate syrup from there. It took the longest and was the most fun for both of us. By that time it was probably about 7:15 pm and the night was still young. I untied all of her binds and took off her gag and blindfold and I told her that I was finished punishing her. She giggled and said that the night was still young and she would get her revenge.

I will continue what happens to me in another post.
But note that by the end of the night, we had switched clothes (ENTIRELY) and it was not my idea, lol.

There’s half of my story, tell me what you think and email me if you like it or if you want details, but sorry no pictures or video of this. Thanks.

PartyGuy

that sounds awesome!
haha, that's hilarious!
If someone could do that and post a few pics on here that would be great haha...

I find it fun to spell wrong it makes the story sound more human also for fun if anyone can guess how many spelling mistakes I have made I will e-mail the pixs to you (only alowed to try once) o.k

hopefully:)

He arrived at my house at about 12pm. My parents and younger brother were still home (I have two brothers, 1 Younger (14) and 1 older (20). The older doesn't live at home anymore). My parents were getting ready to take my younger brother to basketball.

While we waited for them to leave we played on the computer. As soon as they were out the door I said to George, "Game of ping pong, first to 21 - loser gets tied." He agreed, and we went outside and played.

This time, he lost. I led him inside and upstairs (our house is 2 stories) into my bedroom and told him to lie on his stomach on my bed. I went into my bedroom cupboard and took out a roll of duct tape I had bought a few days earlier.

"You're Prepared", he said as I started to tape his hands together behind his back. I then got the tape and rolled it a few times around his ankles. I then bent his knees and tied his feet to his hands. (I now know that this is called a hogtie).

"Are you tied tight enough", I mocked. He gave a fake laugh and I got the duct tape and wrapped it around his head a few times. He let out a few moans and I laughed. "Ill be downstairs eating some bread." I mocked once again. I left him hogtied in the room and went downstairs and made myself a sandwhich.

I was sitting at the eating table enjoying my sandwhich. A few times I had heard some muffled sounds come from upstairs, and smiled with delight.

Halfway through my second sandwhich, I heard a car pull up in the driveway. It was only 1:00 - my parents shouldn't be home until atleaste 3:00. I heard keys in the front door and in walked my Mum, follwed by my younger brother and Dad.

"Wheres George?" I heard my Mum ask.

To be continued...

Please comment on my stories so far.
Thankyou.

when we thought the girls had gone to sleep we tried to wrigle our ways out of there the tape was moving slightly I think at least we manged to stop kissing and could breathe more air also we wer'nt gagged anymore so we could talk mel whisped how do we get out of here i realpiled try to find slack in your knots why can't you mel said I'am handcuffed renmber oh mel said after a few min of sturglering mel said hey I think I found some I said great now try to make it bigger until you can get out o.k mel said but I's hard when blindfolded I know I said after about 5min mel said its not working, kiss me I said why it will help me get free o.k i said we kissed tonge and all. mel then said still nothing suddenly I had an idea hey I might know how to get your blindfold off how like this I tryed to guess where mel blindfold was then I bit and moved my head up it worked mel said do the same with me mel giggled you look cute tied up and with your hair in pigtails after about 15min later she said she was free now can you get the keys for my handcuffs o.k she said and can you take my blindfold off now "no" mel said I like you that way fine I replied oh dear she said there in rachels bra well fish them out now no way mel said i'mnot gettin them well how will I escape then well your hands are'nt actly handcuffed to the chair there just behind it well take my blindfold off then I said fine then mel said I felt the blindfold come off and I saw mel in front of me totaly free she un did my feet bonds and I got up now what I said lets tie up rachel and sarah ok i said but first I need to get the keys to the handcuffs so I went over to rachel and tried to fish out the keys out of her bra but I accadently triped on something oh dear it was my slepping bag I fell on top of rachel headbutting her and gulp she woke up sleeply she slaped me and kicked sarah until she woke up quickly get them. mel ran to the stairs and dissapered up them but for me I was grabbed by rachel and handcuffed I could'nt do anything. I was forced back into the chair this time your not getting away but before I need to give you a girly makeover no don't I pleaded only if you tell mw where mel is no don't rachel had pulled down my pants to reviel the g string she un did one of my cuffs and took my top off now what should I make you this time someone with lots of braclets no please don't only if you tell me where mel is she is in her parents bathroom o.k but first I can't let you get away my captive before I turn you into pamela anderson no I begged "quiet you" she ducktaped my legs to the chair 6 times too tight un did my cuffs then duck taped them 6 times a well then gagged me with more I was doomed now I can't brak free of ducktape now to find and tourture mel and laughed a eviel laugh I began to try and escape but it was useless I was stuck I watted for about half an hour then mel was led down the stairs by the girls well well well looks like your stuck agaian and we were'nt even tried to tie you up tight by now we have no option. they giggled looks like we have to dress you up to teach you a lesson which you won't forget for long time first it time for your boyfriend first then girlfriend now let find a nice dress for you they looked around for awilw in mel draws ahh tis looks nice as sarah pulled out a hot red dress nnooo mel cried it's my favmmmmmphhh as she was gagged with the ball gag oh yeah do you want to know how I got those handcuffs sarah said it was easy my mom is a cop so just stole a few of them and yes I have more. now your boyfriend is going to look hot after were done with him. They started to un do my bonds also you will be changed by us they started to put the dress on me then they did they back part up of the dress now put the red high hells on they pulled it on my feet then taped them on now then you look pretty now time to put your bracletes on they grabbed some aluminum bracelets and put them on one each hand they also put hair ties on my hand as well now you look cute finally time to do your hair they simpily tied my hair into a ponytail now its time to be tied up pamela anderson should we tie you to the bed or hodtie you. tie you to the bed rachel and sarah siezed my arms and made me face towards the roof now stay there miss anderson I made to get up but I was pushed back no no stay down miss anderson they tied my hands to the headborad with the handcuffs and used the rope to tie my feet out finally they put some panties in my mouth then put ducktape over it oh yes miss anderson we forgot to put your lipstick on oh well they then started to put lipsick over my gag ther you go miss anderson you look cute can I take your photo of course I can as they took pixs of me tied uo now time for mel to become a supermodel of being tied up and being gagged they grabbed mel arms and stripped almost all of her cloths aside from her bra and panties which were both pink time to make your boobs bigger mel and they puffed them up with rope now time kiss your friend mel they un did my gag and pushed our heads together we kissed until they told us to stop mel do you want to see your boyfriend tickled by us of you do don't you they gagged me agian with the ball gag this time then started to tickle me under the armpits and feet I mmmmmmppppphhhhed for ages into my gag for half an hour they heared footsteps come down the stairs and we saw mel mum see us we mmmmpphed to her but all she said was are you having fun and the girls said they were o.k then have fun and went up the staris again now where were we oh yes we were about to touture your girlfriend mel. rachel said lick your boyfriends feet of course she mmmmpphed you will, will o.k then go ahead then as she un did her gag never she said you will do as you are told said sarah and pushed her forward she started to cry and lick my feet o.k I had enougth of this so I wrigled around to find I could'nt move an inch but Iknew what to to I jearked my feet and the rope broke rachel and sarah moved over to me but as soon as they came close to me I kicked them with my heels they screamed and moved back mel started to bite them rachel moved away but mel had manged to get th keys to my cuffs from her she rolled over to me and realsed one of my cuffs as soon as she did sarah grabbed mels legs and dragged her back I took out my gag and yelled to let go of her you bi@#$$%^@ or what see said I only had one hand free but I was still stuck with my other hand mel suddenly let out a muffled yell rachel was holding her put your hands on your sides or she gets it she was pulling her hair already a few strands and mel yelled again put the ball gag back on said sarah I did it now lie still i did that too "sucker" she un cuffed me but tied my feet togeter time for more fun she giggled mel's mom called from upstairs you have 2 hours before your parents arrive mel mmmmpphed behind her gag time for one more fun thing before we have to go sucker they giggled.....

the next one is the last in this saga of bondage.
has anyone tried guessing how many mistakes I have made i will keep my side of the deal of you can guess it OK!

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I moved around but it was no use I just had to wait to what it was uh oh there had a full bunny suit on dear me this had taken a turn to the worse for me I mmmmpphhhed and tried to escape but it was no use. well you have a choice of that or tell one you like at your school admit that you love being tied up and come over to my place o.k she moved over and took off the gag I agreed to what she had said a.) I like rachel paraman she is so cute:)admited I loved being tied up and swore I would come to her house sometimes. rachel then made mel do it as well o.k then I still get to tie you up for the rest of the time if you can escape I will let you tie me up but if you lose you have to take all your cloths off but first put a towel around yourself then you will be tied how we see fit agreed said sarah we shook our heads yes alright then she said they did'nt do a lot they picked up mel and then put her where I was lieing then ducktaped her down making sure her breast where in my face then rachel said that we had 5min to escape to make to easyer we did'nt escape alright then when they saw us lieing there still tied up time to get down first they brought in some black high heels for mell than some stockings and for me a red bra also there was only towel. After about 10min we were both naked with just one towel wraped around us both handcuffed and made to kiss for a few min kinda boring now (we still had about an hour and 15min left) first we were made to sit back to back then rachel started to tie me up and sarah was tieing mel up first rachel stuffed that red bra in my mouth wraped duck tape over it then went and un cuffed one hand then linked to mels other hand same with the other hand then she tied my feet and finaly she blindfolded me with a bandana pink tied my hair somehow then kissed my cheek and whishped have fun lovers I mmmphhed but she giggled strangle I think they sat on mels bed then and watched us try and escape but the towel almost fell off so we stoped trying to escape I think after 15min of being tied they started to tickle us I mmmmphhed loudly but rachel just said shhh be quiet you she un did my gag and than kissed me hard like lovers then hand gagged me after I think ten min after that we were un gagged and told we had 5min before tied agian what it seemed like 2min they said time up they uncuffed us still blindfolded they what I think hog tied us because they stuffed apple in my mouth to make me look like a pig after some time I was un tied by my and and gag and the finally tie was that they took the towel away then they mumified us together when made to kiss than blindfollded agian we heard the front door open of mel place and we were untied everthing but my handcuffs and gag (I was now ball gagged agian) mel was realsed fully and got her skirt back on I was still naked I was then told to go into the bathroom and change It was really hard by I did it then I was realsed fully they did one more thing they put the bracletes back on and told me I could keep them and that I had bring them when I have tieing seasons with anyone also mel was allowed to keep my handcuffs. I went hope afterwads with my mum and she asked if I had a good time I said I was great (my family don't know about my tieing obsessons but my brother)....

If you want to tie me up I will have my email adress shorty I will only post it once renber you have to be a girl who lives in melboune hopefully not too far away from my school SSC also one more thing was my spelling better shout for ethier of these reasons

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WE both decided to play cops and robbers. i had a pair of fake plastic handcuffs that were terrible but they would have to do for this game.

I'll describe us to you, sam is 16 medium height with big cans, and dirty blonde hair, i am also 16 with brown hair and work out quite a bit. anyway we decided to pretend that she was a criminal that just robbed a bank and that i would be the cop that took her to jail.

So the game started around 2;00. while she was taking some of the merchandise from the bank i was hiding behind the fake bank machine watching her steal money from the people( mostly her stuffed animals). so as i was watching seh decided to pull a toy gun out, i quickly but quietly get behind her and put my gun to her head and say in a loud and heavy police voice

"put the gun down and put your hands on your head"
she mumbles a few words and does what i say. i then take her by the arm and direct her towards the desk. its a long walk so bear with me.

i tell her to spread her legs out so that i can search her
she does what i say and i quickly pat her down. i then grab my cuffs and bring her right arm from her head to behind her back, vuff it there and do the same with the left arm" o then pretend to read her her rights and led her off to jail.

WE both decided to play cops and robbers. i had a pair of fake plastic handcuffs that were terrible but they would have to do for this game.

I'll describe us to you, sam is 16 medium height with big cans, and dirty blonde hair, i am also 16 with brown hair and work out quite a bit. anyway we decided to pretend that she was a criminal that just robbed a bank and that i would be the cop that took her to jail.

So the game started around 2;00. while she was taking some of the merchandise from the bank i was hiding behind the fake bank machine watching her steal money from the people( mostly her stuffed animals). so as i was watching seh decided to pull a toy gun out, i quickly but quietly get behind her and put my gun to her head and say in a loud and heavy police voice

"put the gun down and put your hands on your head"
she mumbles a few words and does what i say. i then take her by the arm and direct her towards the desk. its a long walk so bear with me.

i tell her to spread her legs out so that i can search her
she does what i say and i quickly pat her down. i then grab my cuffs and bring her right arm from her head to behind her back, vuff it there and do the same with the left arm" o then pretend to read her her rights and led her off to jail.

WE both decided to play cops and robbers. i had a pair of fake plastic handcuffs that were terrible but they would have to do for this game.

I'll describe us to you, sam is 16 medium height with big cans, and dirty blonde hair, i am also 16 with brown hair and work out quite a bit. anyway we decided to pretend that she was a criminal that just robbed a bank and that i would be the cop that took her to jail.

So the game started around 2;00. while she was taking some of the merchandise from the bank i was hiding behind the fake bank machine watching her steal money from the people( mostly her stuffed animals). so as i was watching seh decided to pull a toy gun out, i quickly but quietly get behind her and put my gun to her head and say in a loud and heavy police voice

"put the gun down and put your hands on your head"
she mumbles a few words and does what i say. i then take her by the arm and direct her towards the desk. its a long walk so bear with me.

i tell her to spread her legs out so that i can search her
she does what i say and i quickly pat her down. i then grab my cuffs and bring her right arm from her head to behind her back, vuff it there and do the same with the left arm" o then pretend to read her her rights and led her off to jail.

They're really not though are they, you can blatently tell that you're alone in the room, i mean if you were really caught by your sister in that position would you really "pose" like that for them.

Same for BuzzBuzz, he has blatently tied himself up as most of the pictures are either close ups of his face or in a position where you can't see his hands tied and in the video he posted, the camera is stationary, surely if you tied up someone as a prank and filmed it you'd be teasing and joking with them and taking advanted of the fact you'd got them in that postition. Also you can clearly see a roll of duct tape on the bed post (as well as a pair of scissors), which was his method of tying himself up, just spun around so the tape wrapped its self around him, which is why his hands are bound to his side, not behind his back. In that position i'd imagine i'd be pretty easy to get out of.

I mean i'm all for pictures to go with stories, but at the moment all it seems to be is young teenage boys tying them selvs up and posting them on the internet, not the safest move if you asked me.

why do you always have to be putting people down like that and telling them that their stories or pictures aren't true. It's annoying, so just stop it. Even if they are, WHO CARES?

why do you always have to be putting people down like that and telling them that their stories or pictures aren't true. It's annoying, so just stop it. Even if they are, WHO CARES?

Thankyou.

if you wnat I do have more storys but I don't have many more eg:time I got revngene on rachel and sarah I think I only have 3 three more storys and I don't want to post them fast or I will be out of storys! FAST!

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I was up in my room and I heard my stairs creaking. I thought it was my fatty fat fat fats cat so I thought nothing of it. Then I felt a hand over my mouth. It was my bro... He pulled my hands behind my back and zip tied my wrists and my elbows. He then stood me up and zipped my ankles and my knees and thighs. I was now unable to move. And to top all that off, he duct taped my arms to my side.

He let go of my mouth and shoved a dirty sock in and put a zip tie around my head going thru my mouth and duct taped over it like 8 times. I tried to say "let me go" but all that came out was mmmuppppphhhhh! He then threw me into my closet and took off my socks and shoes. He shut the door and said he'd be back.

I tried to get free but I just couldnt. One thing I've learned is that zip ties are unbreakable and I mean U-N-B-R-E-A-K-A-B-L-E! My bro came back 10 minutes later with a spinning brush from a kit to clean tile grout. My eyes got wide and I tried to scream help but all that came out was mupppphhhh! He took a small zip tie and zipped my big toes together. He turned on the brush and had a big smirk on his face. He put it up against my bare soles and tickled me.

I was really ticklish so I laughed really hard under my gag. He continued to do that for 20 minutes and then left me alone for another hour. Then he came back with a roll of saran wrap and wrapped my legs from ankles to thighs for "extra security". He left me for another 3 hours. I was wriggling as hard as I could bit I couldnt get free. Then he came back and let me go. But he threatened if I told my parents, he took pictures and would put them all over the High School. I was really pissed and started plotting my revenge...

A couple years ago, when I was 20 or so, my ex-girlfriend Amy taught me a lesson I’ll never forget. We were still kind of friends, but for many reasons I was very obnoxious and arrogant with her, annoying her to no end. She finally had it and decided I needed to be brought down a few pegs.

She tricked me into letting her tie me up with handcuffs and duct tape. She told me she had a ‘big surprise’ for me and I wouldn’t be sorry. She even said she thought it’d be fun if she could chase me down and catch me before tying me up – like she was capturing me and taking me prisoner.

I’m a guy. Of course I went for it.

All I had on was a T-shirt and sweatpants. She wore a sleeveless T that showed how built she was with her green cargo pants and socks. Amy had long brown hair and darkish skin and was very, very pretty.

She handcuffed my hands behind my back and then fastened me to a chair with a belt around my chest. She bound my feet with duct tape and giggled the whole time. She even had some champagne she swigged from the bottle – not enough, but it seemed to make her more “amorous.”

“I love tying you up,” Amy said. “I should have done this sooner. Makes me feel like I can do ANYTHING to you.”

I agreed and laughed excitedly and couldn’t believe this was happening. Nor could I believe it when she came downstairs. With a totally different look on her face. And wearing my beloved Hawaiin shirt over her sleeveless one – the one I’d lost months ago and she said she didn’t know where it was.

She looked annoyed and confidently amused, like she was laughing at me in a way.

“Oh, I found your shirt,” she sneered, “maybe while I have you tied up later I’ll make you watch me burn it! I hate this stupid shirt – it’s just one more annoying part of your self-centered, annoying personality!”

“Amy, what…what…” I stuttered, feeling totally duped.

“You are so stupid,” Amy said standing in the doorway. She was holding something in her hands. “You fell for this – all of it.”

“Whhaaaaaa…” was all I could say.

“You have been a total (a)hole to me for weeks, with all your lewd suggestions and sly comments. I’ve tried to be sweet, but I’ve had it!” Amy said sharply.

I was too stunned to respond. Amy then advanced to me and I saw she was carrying a neatly rolled up pair of black socks.

“Well, now I’m going to make you pay for that,” Amy said, unfolding the socks. “When I destroy this shirt later, believe me, it will be the least of what happens to you today.” She fully unfolded the socks – they were both long black knee socks, and Amy came close to me.

“Amy, what are you doing?? Untie me!!!” I said, almost yelling. Nervous.

“There’s no way I’m untying you,” she said, shaking her head and moving in very close, “but I will keep you quiet! That’s what these socks are for. I'm going to gag you!"

I panicked and yelled and began to thrash around. “NO! PLEASE! Don’t put those socks in my mouth! That’s disgusting! GOD, PLEASE DON’T!!!”

“Oh stop screaming like a baby!” Amy insisted, sitting on my lap with a “I’ve got you now!” grin on her face. “These socks are 100% clean. I washed them a few days ago. They haven’t been on my feet for, like, 10 days!”

“No! No! No! No!” I insisted, squirming and writhing some more while she remained on my lap.

“Look at you! You are still SO cocky for someone who’s tied up and helpless. Do you think this is helping you? You don’t see I’m in control here?” Amy said with a little shake of her head and a grin. Her coolness and control was devastating. I was handcuffed and bound with belts and duct tape. I wasn’t going anywhere!

I decided to change my approach. I got humble quickly.

“OK, I'm sorry. I’m very sorry. There’s a lot I need to apologize for, OK? And I will. Just please don’t put those socks in my mouth,” I begged. “You don’t have to. I promise,I won’t scream. You don't need to gag me. I’ll keep quiet! Please!”

Amy got a big slow grin on her face and then laughed. Then she leveled me with this: “That’s where your’re wrong, hon. Because with what I’m about to do to you, you WILL scream! That’s why I need to gag you!”

Amy got up and moved behind me with the socks. I thrashed around and she put draped them over my shoulder and then grabbed my head with her hands from behind, forcing me to look her in the eye behind me.

“I told you, these are clean socks. 100 percent! But if you don’t stop squirming and screaming and start acting like a good boy, I’ll take THESE socks off my feet and gag you with them!” she snapped, placing a foot in my lap so I could see her (clearly dirty) white socks. “Your choice! You have 3 seconds to decide!”

I gave in and stopped thrashing. Amy giggled again and tied one of the socks around my mouth – they were long and covered plenty of ground, filling my mouth. Then she tied the other one tightly around, cleaving my mouth with a full gag that turned all my protests into “MMMMMM!” I couldn't make out a word through this sock gag.

Amy came back around me, now bound and gagged in the chair in front of her, and smiled in a very evil way.

“I’ll be right back. I need to turn the ringer off,” she said tauntingly. “I don’t want anything to interrupt me when I unstrap you from that chair, sit on you, and tickle you to death! And THEN you will learn your lesson!"

My screams went unheard as Amy walked out of the room. I was so ticklish that I was petrified at what she was going to do to me. And she knew it! She tickled me all the time and knew I couldn’t take it.

The longest night of my life was underway as Amy unbuckled me from the chair and placed me face up – gagged and hands and feet tied – on the floor. She sat on top of me and the tickling began. It wasn’t long before I cried actual tears from all the laughter. The gag muffled my screams and cries, though.

“I’m going to tickle you to death tonight. Or come as close as I can!” Amy taunted again, tickling me like a brutal torturer while I thought I’d die. “Too bad you can’t beg through that gag! You are all mine!”

The tickling continued for several hours and my muffled screams were all but ignored by my merciless kidnapper – it was pure torture. I will never forget it!

Just reverse the roles here...would SHE accept the SAME treatment for say being a bitch!!?

What's true though is 'what goes around comes around':)

Your story is VERY well written. IMO it really shines on these pages.

Thanks for posting it!

Traverse

Part one: Mario is taken hostage

My name is David. André, Mario and I were 13 years old that summer back in the 50’s when we fought the first battle of the Lemon Fair. We had grown up together in the north end of town, in the low section between the tracks and the river where the factory was and where a dam backed up the river for a couple of miles. The houses were simple worker’s homes and the families were of several ethnical extractions: lots of French Canadian, Irish, and Italian, with some German and Polish too. We were best friends who had been in school together from kindergarten, and had served as altar boys together at St. Michael’s church for many years.

That day we pretended we were voyageurs as we paddled our canoe up the slow moving waters of the Lemon Fair above the dam, but instead of the buckskins of the ‘coureurs de bois’ we wore our bathing suits and t-shirts. The name Lemon Fair sounds nice but doesn’t mean much. One day my grandfather, who was more comfortable speaking French than English, said that it was really ‘limon faire’ which means to make silt. That seemed reasonable, because after a heavy rain the waters would run brown with mud. But today we paddled through clear water in the morning sun past banks lined with riverine forests of silver maple and fox grapes and thick stands of tall ostrich fern.

We had built the canoe ourselves. It was a simple craft with a cedar wood frame covered with canvas, sealed with linseed oil, and painted green with exterior enamel. My grandfather, who had a small carpenter’s shop, helped us with sawing, and some of the tricky parts, but we boys did most of the work. We begged and scavenge what materials we could, and paid for the rest by collecting deposit bottles and doing odd jobs. I don’t think Rockefeller on his yacht could have been any happier or prouder than we were in the 14-foot craft we had built ourselves.

André was bow paddle, and he knelt Indian fashion as he stroked easily on his left. He was the tallest of us, and the most athletic, with blond hair and blue eyes. He wore a yellow t-shirt that he had gotten in Quebec when he was up visiting relatives. It had a picture of a moose on it, and the words “Québec – La Belle Provence”. He wore his official Boy Scout swimsuit, a snug fitting olive drab racing suit that was fuller than a modern Speedo.

Mario sat on the duckboards in the middle of the canoe with his back against a thwart enjoying the ride. He wasn’t paddling, as we were in no hurry to get anywhere. He had a lean body and the dark hair, eyes, and skin of his Italian forebears. His grandparents still lived in Italy, and he had gone there with his parents for a month’s visit right after school got out in June. He had a white t-shirt with him, but he had taken it off and it lay beside him in the canoe while he soaked up the sun. His skin tanned early in the season, and once it grew bronze, he seemed immune to sunburn.

He wore a blue bathing suit that he had gotten in Italy. I wouldn’t be caught dead in the thing on a public beach, and neither would Mario here in the States, but he said everyone wore them on the beach in Italy. The suit had triangular sections in front and back that covered all the essentials very well, but it rode much lower on his waist than André’s racer, and it quickly narrowed to thin straps on his hips. He preferred it when we went canoeing on the creek. He claimed that once you got used to the Italian, a set of American trunks felt clammy and restricting.

I acted as stern paddle, kneeling like André, and doing j-strokes on my right to keep us on course. My hair and eyes were brown, and my build was pretty average. I was wearing a red and white striped polo shirt because too much sun would burn me, and red bathing trunks that tied at the waist and went down close to my knees. Unlike André and Mario, my relatives were all in the States, but my ancestry was mainly French Canadian like André’s. I had a little French that I had picked up from my grandfather (my grandmother was Irish, so it didn’t get passed on) and I learned a lot of useful things from André, especially ‘les sacres’ (the swear words).

As we cruised along, I saw something big and green sail across our bow from out of the woods close to our left, and splash into the water on our right. “What was that?” I asked André.

“A fern plant, I think.”

As we drifted past, I saw that it as indeed an ostrich fern. Six long fronds attached to their heavy rootstock floated in the water. An ostrich fern pulled out of the soggy ground with a clump of wet dirt still clinging to its roots makes an effective missile that flies true and hits hard.

“Avast there,” I heard someone shout. “Heave to when we fire a shot across your bow.” A canoe glided out of a blind cove just ahead of us. It was a commercial Old Town, eighteen feet long, the kind we used to call a war canoe. Four boys paddled it. With a slicker hull and trimmer lines than our canvas craft, and driven by twice as many paddles, the canoe easily maneuvered to cut us off. I knew the boys well. Larry and Jim were both a year older than us, and Mark and Greg were our own ages. I also recognized the canoe as the one that Jim’s folks had bought some years ago. The good times we had all had in that canoe were the inspiration for us three to build our own.

Soon after, a 10-foot skiff cruised out of the cove with a single boy in it. Undoubtedly he was the one who had lain in ambush and thrown the warning fern. The skiff had a shallow hull with an internal keel, built for maneuverability on a river. Steve rowed it, and it belonged to his father who used it for fishing and duck hunting. It was only meant to hold two grownups safely, but we had often managed to get half a dozen boys in it for a while before it swamped.

The war canoe pulled alongside our own, and the boys grabbed our gunwales.
I sensed that this was not a friendly meeting, but I tried to brave it. “Hi guys. Great day to be on the river, huh?”

“Better for us than you,” Larry said. “Consider yourselves a prize of war. Hand over your booty and we’ll let you go. Cross swords with me and ye’ll go to Davy Jones: Some by the yardarm, by thunder, and some by the board, and all to feed the fishes.”

I shook my head and suppressed a laugh. He had the pirate jargon but didn’t seem to be using it the right way. Two or three years before, Disney had made “Treasure Island” into a movie with Robert Newton playing Long John Silver. Larry had gotten interested in pirates and even did a school project on them. He still had a lot of that junk rattling in his head.

I saw André raise his paddle as though he wanted to push the canoe away, or take a swipe at one of its occupants. “Du calme, André,” I said in a low voice. “Ils ont trop nombreuse.”

“Hey! Cut the frog talk,” Larry said. “We got you outnumbered, so surrender your booty.”

“What booty?” I asked.

“Gold, jewels, doubloons!” he shouted.

“You’re freaking crazy.”

“Take it easy,” he said with a laugh. You’ve got to go and get some things for us. Once you’ve paid tribute, then you can use our river.” He took a folded paper out of his pocket and handed it to me.

“Huh? What gives you the right to make us do that?”

“We’re stronger than you.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Of course not. We’re pirates. Now fill that list. I’m getting hungry.”

I opened the paper, half expecting to see a black spot. It looked like a page torn out of a small notebook, and I read this penciled list: Two cokes, one Pepsi, one root beer, one orange crush, twelve hot dogs and rolls, Two large bags potato chips, one plain, one vinegar, one large bag marshmallows, five devil dogs.

“This is going to cost money.” I said.

“Tribute is supposed to be expensive. Deliver the booty, and you can use my river all you want.”

I had no intention of paying any tribute, but I wanted to get away from these guys so I said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Aye, you do that, and step lively, me hearty,”

I felt like telling him he did a real crappy Long John Silver, but decided not to antagonize him. Playing his game, I answered “aye, aye, sir.”

“Begging your pardon, cap’n,” Mark said, “but what’s going to stop them from just leaving and not coming back?”

“Good point. We’ll have to take a hostage. Steve, come alongside their ship. Have you got any rope?”

“Yeah. There’s a nylon bowline and this anchor rope.” He held up a coil of white nylon that looked to be 3/8 of an inch thick, and quite long.

“Good. You’ll have to tie our hostage up with it. Otherwise he’ll just dive overboard and escape once we release their canoe.” Larry looked at the three of us, and then pointed to Mario. “You look like you’re just extra baggage, sitting there like that. Go aboard Steve’s vessel as hostage.”

Mario laughed at Larry. “I don’t think so.”

Larry looked sternly at Mario and drew a long bowie knife from a sheath at his belt. “By thunder, we could board your ship, but there’s an easier way.” He made a slashing motion. “Ye’ve got a weak hull, and one slash in that canvas will send you to the bottom.”

Now even a major slash in our canvas canoe could be repaired, but it would leave an ugly scar. Also, if Larry slashed it here, we would be swamped over a mile from our landing. Mario understood this and looked at me questioningly. I knew that Mario didn’t mind much being tied up, at least when it was for fun. But this was turning into something not so fun. Since it was he that stood to lose his freedom and not I, I told him “Your call, Mario.”

Mario looked at the canoe he had worked so hard on and was so proud of, and he stared at the knife in Larry’s hand that threatened it. I knew it would break Mario’s heart to see our canoe get slashed, so I was not surprised when he said. “Okay. I’ll be your stupid hostage, and you can tie me up.”

He got up and started to gather up his clothes when Larry said, “quit stalling, Mario, go just as you are.” So Mario stepped into the skiff in his bathing suit as Steve maneuvered alongside. Then Steve pulled away. With only two boys in it, the skiff rode stable. Mario turned to look at us at us and said, “Get back soon, guys.”

“We will,” I assured him. Then I said to Steve “be gentle with him, or by god you’ll pay. I swear it.”

Steve laughed a little uneasily. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt him.”

We watched as Mario knelt in the boat and held his hands behind his back while Steve tied his crossed wrists. I could see what Steve was doing. He was a boy scout like the rest of us, and he tied Mario’s wrists with the diagonal lashing that is used to tie two crossed poles firmly. It was right out of the scout manual, and I doubted that Mario could get free. Next Steve fixed Mario’s wrists firmly against his back with several turns of rope around his waist. Then he had Mario sit in the stern seat while he lashed his legs together above the knees with an official scout sheer lashing. When he bent down to tie Mario’s ankles, I could not see what he did because the skiff’s gunwale hid them, but I had no doubt he tied them together solidly with another sheer lashing.

With Mario now firmly bound and helpless, Larry ordered his men to release our canoe. “Make sure you come back,” he said. “We can’t keep Mario forever, but if you don’t return with the tribute, he’ll stay tied up until we have to let him go home for supper. That’s going to be six hours. Think of poor Mario all tied up with ropes to a tree for six hours.”

“You said you weren’t going to hurt him.”

“Oh, the ropes will be loose enough so they won’t hurt. But it’s going to be awful boring just standing there for six hours waiting and waiting for you to come with the tribute and free him.”

“That’s pretty mean,” I said.

“And, of course, with no tribute, we’ll attack you again the next time we catch you on our river.”

“Okay, Okay” I said. “We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

When we were out of earshot, I whispered to André, “we’ll bring them something tougher than hot dogs to chew on.”

(Parts 2 and 3 to follow.)

thanks

Love the story so far! Good descriptions, interesting characters, believable dialogue. Truly a breath of fresh air!

I, too, remember those "official" boy scout trunks, Robert Newton, and the times they fit into.

Carry on! (And thanks.)

Traverse

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I have to be brief for now, but here's an idea of Amy's tickle torture of me. (earlier story, a few posts up)

Amy sat on me while I was bound and gagged and tickled me. She tickled my ribs, armpits, stomach, chest, hips, thighs, knees, and bare feet. She tickled my neck for about 10 minutes straight with a light,unbearable touch that made me shake and buck uncontrollably. She even tickled my face with her fingers and my ears with her fingers and by blowing in them.

At one points she sat me up and sat behind me with her feet wrapped around my middle. She tickled my ribs with her knuckles at an ultra-fast speed. Has anyone ever heard of that? She bent her fingers at the knuckle and tickled me non-stop that way. It gave the tickling a heavier, much more intense feel. Like a shiatsu massager gone crazy.

One of the worst parts - the part that really got tears rolling down my face - was went Amy lifted up my shirt and just gently brushed her fingers over my stomach and rib cage. Like an agonizing itch you can't scratch. She used the same tickle torture technique up and down my bare arms, just caressing the skin with her fingertips as I screamed uncontrollably into the tight sock gag.

Amy also gave me what we used to call "photons" - went you quickly dig two fingers into someone's chest and ribs for no more than a second. She would do 5 or so, ask me if I had enough, put her hand to her ear to wait to "hear"my answer, and when I couldn't speak through the gag she would say, "Hmm. I forgot. You INSIST on keeping that silly gag in your mouth. I better do 5 more!" And it would happen over and over again. This part went on for a long time - 20 to 30 minutes.

Amy tickled my feet with a merciless sadistic pleasure, demanding that I scream as loud as I can to get her to stop. When I would scream into her socks, she would say,"No. Not loud enough. I guess you still want your feet tickled!"

AMy would also tighten the sock gag when I got it loose on occasion, place her hand over my mouth for more silence while she would taunt me, "Do you want me to tickle you to death?" and put her feet over my face occasionally to show me the difference between the clean socks she gagged me with and the dirty socks on her feet. "You see how merciful I am? How much crueler I could be if I wanted to?"

Amy would also tell me over and over again,"I've only started tickle torturing you! I'll tickle you harder later.I'll keep you tied up for days!" Once or twice she blindfolded me and made me wait for agonizing minites while she hovered over me and threatened more tickling. She called this,"mock torture."

Hope that answers your question. All in all it was 4-5 hours of regular tickle torture. She was absolutely amazing. Did I enjoy it? Absolutely, in some ways.Did I hate it? Absolutely, in some ways. Would I do it again?

Who knows...

Steve rowed towards the cove with Mario, and we paddled towards our landing and home. I looked over my shoulder at our departing comrade. The skiff fell well behind the war canoe, and Mario sat facing Steve with his back angled towards me. Against Mario’s tanned skin I could see the white ropes that bound his knees. Above the blue strap of his bathing suit on his left hip I could see more white ropes circling his waist and holding his tied wrists firmly against the small of his back. He appeared to be sitting calmly, accepting his captivity. But behind his back where Steve would not notice, I saw the muscles of Mario’s forearms rippling as his fingers tried unsuccessfully to locate the knots on the ropes that tied his wrists. The skiff soon disappeared into the cove.

“Larry’s just jealous because we’ve got a canoe,” I said as we paddled as fast as we could down the Lemon Fair.

“Why? He’s got an Old Town that’s bigger and better than this thing.”

“Yeah, but he’s no longer the only kid with a canoe on the river. You noticed he called it ‘his’ river? We’ve got to teach him different.”

We secured our canoe at the landing in the narrow band of woods between my back yard and the river. Then we pulled our jeans on over our bathing suits and put on our socks and sneakers. I picked up Mario’s shirt from the canoe, and wrapped it and his socks and sneakers in his jeans, then carried them up to the house. There I put them in the basket of my bicycle.

“Why are you doing that?” André asked.

“He’s going to need them. His swimsuit may be fine for the river, but when he’s running through the woods he’s going to want some protection.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We’re not paying any stupid tribute. I’ve got a plan.” I told him to get his bike, and I explained it to him as we rode around looking for guys to help us, for the north end of town was a tight community, and the kids there stood by each other. But this was late in the morning on a fine summer day, so unoccupied kids were in short supply. We were able to find a couple of our fellow altar boys, and after I told them what had happened to us, and how the enemy had Mario all tied up down by the river, four of us rode our bikes out to war.

Richard was my age. He had brown hair and eyes and a lank body, which made him the tallest of us. He was of German extraction, but only his grandmother had the language. If you ever called him German, however, you were in for a fight, because he insisted vehemently that his family was Austrian. Memories of WWII still ran strong in those days.

And then there was Patrick; a big good-natured kid who was slow to anger, but when he got his Irish up, stand back. He was a year older than us with red hair and freckled skin that burned easily in the sun. When he heard what they had done with Mario, he spat and quoted one of his father’s sayings. “There’ll be wigs on the green today, boys.”

I carried Mario’s clothes in a rucksack, along with a good supply of rope, but not one bit of tribute. We pedaled down the river road to the bridge over Alvae’s Brook, which ran through the woods for a quarter of a mile to the cove that Mario had disappeared into. I was sure we would find the pirate camp there.

Since our enemies numbered five, and we were only four, I knew we had to find a way to split them up. We had learned through experience that in a rough and tumble attack where the object is to tie up the enemy by force, even one extra man is enough to win the day. One boy can grapple with another inconclusively for a long while, but two boys can tie up one just about every time.

We had a system: First we would concentrate on getting a rope tied firmly to just one wrist, which was usually pretty easy to do. Then the hardest part was to force both wrists behind the victim’s back and tie the second to the first. Once the hands were securely tied behind the back, it was all over. Two on one was definitely bad news for the one.

We crept softly through the thick undergrowth until we heard voices ahead of us. We were able to get close enough to spy on them, since they all sat around a fire in a small grassy opening talking and laughing, with no one standing guard.

Their camp was on high dry ground just above the flood plain. Mario stood with his back against a small tree some twenty feet from the fire. His arms were drawn behind the trunk where his wrists were crossed and tied. They had also drawn his elbows back with ropes behind the trunk, so he stood upright firmly against the tree with his chest stretched out. His body was held even more immobile by ropes that wrapped around his chest, and crossed it from shoulders to elbows. There were more ropes around his waist, thighs, knees, and ankles. The poor guy could hardly move.

It was one thing to keep a guy tied up, but another to tie him as tightly as Mario was, and I knew that Larry was behind it. I watched Mario standing against the tree without struggling, gazing calmly at his captors who sat around the fire and ignored him. I made a note to settle the score with Larry if we captured him.

André studied the trail that ran for fifty feet from the opening down to a muddy bank where the canoe and skiff lay beached. Then he suggested a plan. He would circle around through the woods to the river, then swim quietly up to the mouth of the cove, hidden by the woods and ferns along the bank river. Then he would have to swim underwater for a short distance, until the canoe itself would hide his approach. Once at the canoe, it would be easy to slide the bow off the bank and send it drifting out into the creek. He would use the canoe to cover his retreat, and then swim underwater from the canoe to the shoreline out of sight of the enemy campfire. While the enemy ran to retrieve the canoe, he would sneak in through the undergrowth and release Mario.

Meanwhile, we would watch. If the enemy took the skiff to go after the canoe, they might leave only two or three behind, and we four would be enough to overpower them.

It sounded like a winner, so André stripped down to his swimsuit and circled around to the river. His approach was perfect. We watched the canoe slide into the water and glide out towards the river. It was just clearing the mouth of the cove when one of the pirates shouted, and they all ran down to the skiff.

We were dismayed however, to see that only Larry got into the boat, leaving four pirates on the shore. There were too many for us. To make matters worse, the pirates turned back towards the campfire just as André was sneaking up to Mario. A lot of ropes held Mario against the tree, and before André could untie even half of them, Mark spotted him through the undergrowth. He didn’t shout, but motioned for the others who followed him to be quiet. Then he signaled for Jim and Greg to sneak around between André and the river.

I thought about shouting a warning to André, but that would kill any chances of freeing Mario. I hoped that André would have time to finish the rescue before the enemy struck, and if they did strike, I was confident that André would escape be able to escape back to the river and safety.

Mark and Steven proceeded to the campfire, pretending not to notice André as he worked frantically at Mario’s ropes. Then Mark turned to look at André and shouted “Aha!”

Mario’s legs were still tied to the tree from the knees down, but André had to run. He could have picked any number of directions to dash away in. Unfortunately, he chose the shortest route to the river and bolted into the arms of Jim and Greg, who held him while the other two run ran up and piled on. André didn’t have a chance, and within seconds Greg was tying his hands behind his back.

I whispered, “let’s charge them” and began to stand up, but Patrick stopped me.

“André’s already helpless, so it’s three of us to four of them, and as soon as they call Larry back it’ll be three to five. We’ve got to play it smart.”

I knew Patrick was right, and I cursed myself for not having shouted a warning to André, but how could I know what would happen?

I watched them lead André to a tree a few feet from Mario, back him up to it, and tie his wrists to the trunk. Then they wrapped the rope snugly around his waist and the tree several times. Finally they tied his ankles together and then to the tree. Next they retied the ropes on Mario that André had removed so he stood once more bound against the trunk exactly as before. When they finished with Mario, they returned to André and tied more ropes around his legs at the knees and thighs. Finally, they pulled his elbows as far back as they could and tied them with ropes behind the tree. Since André’s wrists were between his back and the tree, his torso arched out at the abdomen and back against the trunk at the shoulders. His chest was so stretched we so we could see every rib.

The three of us backed away a little and pondered what to do. Two of our friends were now helpless prisoners, tied to trees in the enemy camp. I was itching for a fight, but what could we do with only three of us against five of them?

My mind worked as I watched Larry tow the canoe back and beach both craft as they were before. He then joined his comrades as they sat around the fire celebrating their new hostage and taunting him. Mario simply stared calmly at his captors and said nothing, but André was a spitfire when he wanted to be, and he gave them better than he got. He also had the advantage of being able to swear at them in French, which made Larry furious.

Larry jumped up and strode towards André with his hand raised, ready to slap him. “You better talk white, frenchie, or I’ll whack you one.”

Mario finally spoke up. “Boy, are you brave! Why don’t you hit me instead? I’m all tied up too, and I’m also smaller than you. It’ll be a lot safer.”

Larry held his hand as he stared at Mario, then dropped it and turned back to the fire without a word while André continued his French onslaught. At first I translated the parts I could understand for Patrick and Richard, but stopped because I was afraid their stifled laughter would give us away.

Anger welled up in me as I watched André while he strained against his bonds, and gentle Mario as he accepted being tied to his tree without a struggle. This had started out as a fun day on the river for the three of us, and Larry with his stupid pirate games were ruining it. I swore he was going to pay. But how?

“Okay, guys. Let’s try this,” I said. “I’ll walk towards them, and when they spot me I’ll look surprised and scared, and run off into the woods. They follow me, and you guys go in and release Mario and André. I’ll shake them and we’ll all meet up at the road where our bikes are.”

Richard shook his head. “What if only two of them go after you and you can’t shake them? You’ll wind up tied to a tree beside André and Mario, and just Patrick and I will be crouching here wondering what to do next.”

“Okay. Any better ideas?”

Patrick, sat thinking, and I saw a fire growing in his eyes. “Yeah. I say we sneak around and steal their canoe again.”

“You’re loony. Look at André.”

“I can see André, and I can also see that Larry put the canoe right back where it was, and no one is guarding it. It’s like resetting a mousetrap. Like he wants to catch another one.”

“Great plan,” I said.

“No, listen. André went alone, and they didn’t catch him in the water but on the land where four of them could corner him. We’ll go together, you and I. When the canoe drifts out, we don’t come ashore, but we’ll stay in the water behind the canoe where they won’t see our heads. Larry will come out with the boat again, because it will look perfectly safe like before, and he’ll leave four guys to ambush us. But we’ll ambush him instead when he gets to the canoe. Remember, he hasn’t seen Richard or me yet. He might think you’re the only one left to worry about.”

I saw the beauty of his plan. If they acted as expected, we would have their leader, and we could take him to the opposite shore. That would really divide the attention of the remaining four. But if they didn’t act as expected, then we could be in danger of getting caught. Patrick and I were like fish in the water, however, and I could accept the risk. “Let’s do it,” I said.

“Can I come with you?” Richard asked.

“No. Three of us might make too much of a commotion and tip our hand. Stay here and watch. If you get a good chance to free our guys, then do it. But don’t try to be a hero and do something stupid.”

Patrick and I skirted widely around the camp, sneaking noiselessly through the undergrowth in our bare feet and swimsuits. We slipped into the river and sidestroked quietly towards the cove. Patrick moved in and stole away the canoe again and soon he had it in the river sideways to the shore, and close to where I waited. I swam underwater to join him, and we hid behind the drifting canoe.

Yells came from the shore, and soon after we heard the oars of the approaching skiff creaking in their locks, but we didn’t want to look to see who rowed it and give ourselves away. If Larry had come out alone again, we would be fine, but if they had come in strength and were ready to dive in after us, we could soon be tied up to trees along with Mario and André

When the canoe started to rock, we swam under it and came up on either side of the skiff beside the oars that trailed in the water. I grabbed the oar on my side and pulled myself up. As my head broke the surface, I flipped my wet hair out of my eyes to see what Patrick and I were up against.

(Part 3 to follow.)

Adam F.

is that a genuine post?

we'll talk if I can help...

is that a genuine post?

we'll talk if I can help...

one day me - leo (my nickname)
my girlfriend - elizibeth (lizz)
and my girlfriends friend - haley

one weeek after i had a fight with my gf she wanted revenge (she was still my gf just really mad)
so she called me "leo can you come over?" of coarse i said yes since she is always nice to me i walk to her house look in for a moment and i see haley with her talking. so i thought why would she have one of her friends over when im coming. usually she would tell me if she had some1 over
but not thistime. so i open the door and i see them talking i say "hi" and kiss my gf. then i kind of mumbles hi to haley because i really did not like her. my gf has blonde hair, blue eyes, she was wearing a red shirt and blue jeans. haley has brown hair, brown eyes, wearing black shirt, and black pants (she is not goth). so we talked and my gf says shell be right back. as to this i agree and waited for her then haley said she would be right back again i agree and wait for both of them......boom! it hit me... or should i say my gf hit me she had rope, duck tape, and this is weird but she had, a book i do not know what that was for but moving on. she bound me with ropes (she was originally a girlscout when she was young so shes good with ropes. she coudnt my legs bound and she then looked at me with puppy dog eyes which i usually stare at...... she got me i was there defenceless i see haley come back and she was laughing at me i then called her a s.o.b and my girlfriend gagged me she laughed more. i was getting mad but i tried to keep my cool. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmppppppppphhhhhhhhh i screamed as loud as i could but nothing my gf carried me to her room untied my leg one at a time tied me to her bed same with arms. she left the gagg on. at that point she asked haley if she could leave and she would see her tomorrow. i was mmmphiing as loud and as many times as i could. my gf had this smurk on her face ;) . i "hinted" on what she was going to do. she tickled me for 5 min straight. she stoped so i could catch my breath. i was chocking tough. so she took my gag off and i said i was sorry. i will post the rest of it tomorrow gtg bye!

Jessica and I shared a room, and we often talked about what went on in High School (I was a freshman and she was a sophomore). There were “Did you see that fight?’ but mostly it was about boys. We talked about the various boyfriends each of us went through. At our school, we were considered good looking. Jessica has gorgeous, long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. If I remember correctly, she had on a black t shirt and was wearing jeans. She never openly admitted she was beautiful and sometimes even denied it. She often said the same about me. I was wearing a white shirt with some blue jeans.

Apparently, Max and his friends were bored and decided to play a game. Jessica and I weren’t aware, but we became part of the game. Jessica and I went downstairs for a drink and came back up and resumed talking. I opened my closet to get a photo album and discovered Jordon on the floor with a notebook. He made a run for it, but I caught his arm, and with the help of Jessica, pulled him back. I went to the closet to pick up his notebook. It had pretty much illegible handwriting, but from the words I could read, it was obvious he was spying. Infuriated, I went up to him and slapped him.

I took a red bandana and tied it over his mouth. I took one of those tie things (not sure what they’re called) and tied his wrists together. I put two of them together to make makeshift handcuffs and put them on his feet. He couldn’t get out until someone let him out. We put him in the corner and continued talking until we heard a knock on the door. It was Max and he came inside and was halfway through asking what had happened to Jordon when he saw him tied with ties with a red bandanna over his mouth.

Jessica and I laughed as Max rushed over and un “tied” him and they left. But not before Jordon said he would get us back. I didn’t know at the time, but the experience really got me excited about tying people up because I found it to be an awesome experience and true to his word, Jordon, Max and Alex did get us back.

Not much of a tie-up story, but does set up for future stories (of which I have a couple)

Yes! Larry had come out alone.

Patrick and I each lifted an oar out of its lock and sent it floating away. Our sudden appearance startled Larry. He stood up and tried to step quickly into the canoe. As he set one foot in the canoe the reaction caused his other foot to push the skiff away. Patrick and I saw what was happening and pushed the skiff even farther from the canoe.

Larry wound up with one foot in each craft straddling an ever-widening gap of water. He waved his arms like a goose flapping its wings trying to keep his balance, but lost it and belly flopped into the water. He was no match for the two of us, and his wet clothes hampered his movements. A few minutes later he lay in the canoe with his hands tied behind his back. Patrick and I paddled for the far shore with our prisoner.

Our canoe scraped into a gravel shallows. I stepped out of it and looked at Greg, Mark and Jim watching us from the riverbank by the cove. Steve had taken a plunge and was swimming towards his drifting boat. I knew it would take him some time to retrieve the oars, row back for reinforcements and then cross over to our side in the slow and heavily laden skiff. We could secure Larry before they arrived.

We hauled Larry about a hundred feet into the woods where he would be hidden from the shore. Patrick held him against a tree while I tied his wrists securely to the trunk with the long bowline taken from the canoe. Then I tied his elbows close together against the tree so he would still be hopelessly bound even if he managed to free his wrists. I had plenty of rope left so I tied it tightly around his arms and chest, and around his waist. When I drew the loops snug, Larry groaned a little and I began to feel compassion for him. Then I thought of Mario, and I tugged the ropes even harder. I didn’t waste any time binding his legs. He could dance as much as he wanted for all I cared, because he and his partner weren’t going anywhere.

When we got back to the canoe, I saw the skiff in the middle of the river coming slowly towards us. Steve was rowing, still in his swimsuit. Jim sat in the stern and Greg in the bow, which trimmed the boat nicely, but the three together also weighed it down. That was good. Only Mark had been left to guard their prisoners, and Patrick and I could paddle the canoe faster than Steve could row his full boat. I looked at the far bank, and saw Mark standing by the shore watching us. That was even better, for I knew that Richard was probably untying André and Mario at that very moment.

We waited until the skiff had come to within thirty feet of us, laughing at the threats of our would-be attackers. With the odds three to two against us, Patrick and I would most likely have gone down if we chose to fight, so we launched the canoe and jumped in. Patrick took the stern paddle and with his powerful strokes added to mine in the bow we easily outdistanced them. As we pulled away I heard Larry shouting for help back in the woods.

I glanced back over my shoulder to see whether our enemies would chase us or try to find Larry and release him. They opted for a chase, which made sense, as we threatened to capture Mark and release their prisoners. When we were halfway across, I saw Mark turn and run back up the path to their camp. I figured He must have heard something. We beached the canoe, jumped out, and trotted up to see what had happened. We weren’t cautious because the worst we could expect was to run into Mark, whom we could handle easily.

We got to the trees where Mario and André had been tied up, and found Richard waiting for us. Mark stood against one of the trees with his hands tied behind the trunk and his waist lashed tightly to it. His ankles were also bound. As a final precaution, Richard had thoroughly gagged Mark with a neckerchief jammed into his mouth and held in place by a second neckerchief that went between his lips and teeth and was tied firmly at the back of his neck.

“Where are Mario and André?” I asked.

“Getting their clothes, and you should too. The skiff will land in a few minutes, and we’ve got to be in battle dress.”

I shouted to André and Mario to bring all our stuff down to the camp, which they did. As we quickly dressed, we learned how Richard had seen Mark go down to the water and used the opportunity to free Mario and André. Then Richard had stood where Mark could see him and snapped a dry stick. Mark turned and spotted him. Richard took off. Mark ran up to check the prisoners and got jumped by all three. He gave up without a fight.

In two minutes we were ready and lay in ambush for the three in the skiff. We didn’t know what to expect. If they were prudent, they would be very cautious, and we knew that when they had come about thirty feet up the trail from their skiff, they could see that André and Mario were gone. A little further and they would see Mark tied to the tree.

So three of us hid where we could cut off any retreat back to the boat, and two of us would attack from the front. Patrick, André, and I were each assigned particular enemies to tackle while Richard and Mario would be free to go where needed. Winners leave as little to chance as possible.

The skiff landed, and the three boys proceeded with caution, ready to bolt. Greg went in front, and soon he motioned for his companions to stop.

“They’re gone,” he whispered. “I don’t see anyone.”

“Where’s Mark?”

Greg shrugged and started forward again. “There he is! Tied to a tree. The others are gone.”

When Mark saw Greg he tried to warn him with a muffled shout that was amazingly loud considering how he was gagged. Instead of fleeing, Greg ran to untie Mark. Jim and Steve followed and the three were doomed.

According to plan, I charged and homed in on Steve, pulling him to the ground and holding him with my arms locked around his arms and chest, and my legs wrapped around his in a scissors hold. He struggled, but I hung onto him like a dead weight, keeping him out of action for the time being. Patrick, being the largest, took out the largest of the enemy, Jim, in the same way.

André, Mario, and Richard piled onto Greg, who put up a good but hopeless fight. André and Richard held Greg against a tree while Mario tied his wrists behind it. He then tied Greg at the waist and ankles, using Mark’s bonds as a model. When he was done with Greg, Mario went over to Mark and untied his gag. Mark spit out the wadded neckerchief and smiled at Mario. “Thanks,” he said. “I owe you.”

“Forget it,” Mario answered. “I’d hate to have that done to me.”

The three then came over to help me with Steve, and we tied him to a tree near Mark and Greg. I did the binding, and used a long piece of rope from my knapsack to tie his wrists behind the trunk. Then I used the rest to tie his elbows, chest and waist in the same way I had tied up Larry to his tree across the river. There was still quite a bit of rope left, so I wrapped it down around his legs, tying them at the knees and ankles. Steve was still in his bathing suit so the ropes pressed into his bare skin gripping him tightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to pretty much immobilize him against the trunk.

Finally we got to Jim and the five of us looked for something to tie him to. We had so many prisoners we had run out of good small trees. Then I spotted an overhanging branch on a maple. We bound Jim’s wrists together in front of him with the palms facing each other. André tied them with a sheer lashing and cinched it snugly. I threw the rope over the branch, pulled on it to stretch Jim’s arms above his head, and tied it off to the trunk of the maple. André used the loose end of the rope to tie Jim’s ankles with another sheer lashing.

Patrick and I now had the honor of crossing the river to bring back the ringleader Larry, since we had captured him. We found him still tied to the tree. The ground beneath his feet was scraped bare from his struggles, and some of the ropes on his chest had dropped down around his stomach, but his wrists, elbows, and waist were still firmly tied.

“It’s all over,” I said. “Your crew has been captured. Were taking you in.”

“Good,” Larry said with a grin. “I was getting a little sick of being tied up like this.”

“So was Mario,” I said. I unwrapped his chest and waist, untied his elbows, and released his hands from the trunk, leaving them still tied together behind his back. Larry turned his back to me and held his bound wrists away from his body so I could untie him. Instead, I tugged on the rope to his wrists and said. “Lets go.”

He came along, but asked, “Aren’t you going to untie my hands?”

“I will when you need them.”

He was silent for a few moments, and then asked, “When is that?”

“When we sign articles.” Larry’s head was so full of ‘Treasure Island’ that I was sure he knew what I was talking about.

I took the stern paddle on the trip back, and Larry sat on the duckboards in the middle of the canoe facing forward and leaning his back against a thwart. He stretched his legs out in front of him, slightly spread, bent at the knees and crossed at the ankles. I could see his bound hands, and the way his fingers curved gently. He seemed perfectly relaxed and did not struggle or test his bonds once on the way across. I knew he was beat and I could get what I wanted.

We led him into his campsite and his captured crew greeted their fallen leader with mocking cheers and laughter, delighted to see him in the same predicament they were in.

“I’m sorry,” I said to Larry, “but the fore, main, and mizzen masts are all taken, and Jim is hanging from the yardarm, so the only place for you is the deck.”

“What?” he asked.

“On the ground!” I ordered, pushing him down by the shoulders. He knelt and then tumbled onto the grass, and I tied his ankles together just because I felt like it.

“Okay, Where’s that notebook of yours?”

“In my pack. The rucksack at the end of the log there. Left side pocket.” He pulled his bound hands around to his side and pointed.

I found the notebook and the stub of a pencil, and with the help of my buddies I drafted articles that guaranteed us free passage on the river and no tribute to be paid. We read the articles to Larry and asked if he was ready to sign. He hesitated, but his crew all shouted at him to accept.

“You know the rules,” I said. “Crew’s rights, foc’sle council, and all that. You’re outvoted. Better sign while your still captain.”

He smiled. “Okay. You win. Untie my hands.”

We untied each prisoner one by one and got his signature, starting with Larry. I tore the articles out of the notebook, folded them, and put them safely in my rucksack. Then we all sat around the fire and talked and argued about the war.

“It’s too bad you didn’t pay the tribute,” Larry said. “I don’t care about the hot dogs, but some toasted marshmallows would go pretty good right now.”

“Maybe next time,” I said.

“Next time? But we signed articles.”

“I know. But don’t you want a rematch sometime?”

“Yeah!” Everyone cheered at that. Even Mario.

“So, the articles still hold,” I said, “and if we just want to paddle the river anytime, so be it. You can’t attack us. But if you want a war, then you send us a formal declaration, and if we agree we’ll set a day for it.”

“A war by appointment.” Larry smiled at the thought.

“Laugh if you want, but it’s a lot more civilized than a sneak attack. And more fun if we’re both prepared for it.”

And so it was. We had more wars that summer and a couple of summers following until girls became dominant in our lives. (When I was growing up, you just did not wrestle a girl into submission and tie her to a tree.) Usually we followed a pirate scenario, but sometimes we were Indian tribes in the woods beyond the river, Abenaki against Mohawk. And once we fought the French and Indian wars again. It was good to mix things up.

But the River wars were best.

I'm sure most of us here would love to hear about their revenge on you!

I can see that it's time to get serious about updating the Richard UK site again.....

Richard's #1 Fan still wishing Richard would continue his stories.

PS: Yes, you do need to manually type my email address. What? You think I want even more spam in my inbox than I already get?

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They were playing a game where they weren't allowed to use their hands so I was invited to tie them up. It was fun and it made the game much more fun for everyone.

I was with my boyfriend Trevor, (who i found out likes bondage), him and i were over at my house and Steven was still home, the three of us were watching a movie, which had a scene of bondage, so i went to the bathroom (since i had to go) Im guessing they were talking about me cause i heard Trevor laghing, I come back down from the bathroom and they were both gone so I go looking for them I go into Stevens room and suddenly a hand is clapped over my mouth, it was Trevor, then Steven gets up from his bed and is holding rope and duct tape, so my hands were taped behind my back, then Trevor stuffed one of my socks in my mouth, then Steven taped in shut with tape five times around my head, then they took the rope and tied my feet together with a kmot Trevor showed Steven I guess since he was in the boyscouts when he was young, so then I was carried to my room, Steven then took my shirt off and started to tie me to a chair, he started under my chest, then above then the chest, then he tied my lags down onto the chair, I was completly helpless, Steven then took pictures with his digitale camra and printed them out and gave them to Trevor, after an hour of being tied up they let me go, I told them both that I would get revenge on them, which i did but ill tell that one later

ps.
those pictures were never seen by anyone else except for my best friend Becky and Steven's grilfriend Brittany

Your story is very well done.

I hope it is able to inspire others as well. So many of the "stories" on this site appear to be written by barely literate teenies. The low level of quality is a shame, because it is such a good topic.

I hope you post here again in the future.

Traverse

Your story is very well done.

I hope it is able to inspire others as well. So many of the "stories" on this site appear to be written by barely literate teenies. The low level of quality is a shame, because it is such a good topic.

I hope you post here again in the future.

Traverse

Maybe I should change my name to "Grumpy."

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mks8epy2aw&search=%22tied%20up%22

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=laKtN9nKaIc&search=%22tied%20up%22

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dci1mQAdfV8&search=%22duct%20tape%22

COMMENT ON MY FINDINGS, PLEASE

The first two looked more candid, which I like.

In my opinion, nothing beats the candidness of clout9r's many videos, but the first two on your list were cute.

I'm not being snarky, I'm just trying to understand.

it's a little fishy if u ask me....

please tell me what you thought of my first story.

please tell me what you thought of my first story.

Thank you for your kind comments on “The First Battle of the Lemon Fair.”

I am a slow writer, and I worked on the story in a number of very short sessions (usually 15 minutes to half an hour) spread over three or four months, re writing and polishing it until I was satisfied. I have another one or two in the works, but they won’t be ready for quite some time.

Meanwhile I hope that others will be inspired to take the time and share their youthful memories.

Again, thanks.

My sis-in-law's name is Stacy. She's 26, blonde,single and very pretty. She was also a collegiate gymnast. Her and I are pretty close. We're always joking around, drinking a little too much on vacations, etc. I always thought that if the situation was there and if I played my cards right I could get her tied up. I had just this opportunity about a year ago.

We had a little party at my house and her and I ended up being the last one's standing as usual and she had decided to crash at my house. My wife was upstairs sleeping like a rock and it was just me and her sitting in the family room joking around, a common occurance. I own a pair of handcuffs which a few people on this forum do also I'm sure. I took the liberty of stashing them in a closet closeby in anticipation of this situation. Stacy is single and she had showed me her personal page on MySpace a few days earlier. I brought up the fact that if she had a picture of her in handcuffs she would get more hits. She laughed and said "I'm sure" or something like that. Then I just decided to go for it. I said "I have a pair of handcuffs do you want to see them?" She kind if blinked her eyes and gave me this funny look. I was sure she thought I was a total weirdo at that point. Then she laughed and said "Sure go get them". As you can imagine my stomach did a flip-flop.

When I came back into the room she was actually taking her watch off in anticipation of me locking her in the cuffs! When I sat down next to her she put her watch on the table and actually spun around and put her hands behind her back! I was estatic. I took the cuffs and locked her hands behind her snugly. She giggled a little and had this pretty, inquisative smile on her face. "Oh my God you have me totaly locked up!" she said. It is great fun watching a person that's never been locked in handcuffs react to being locked up. She squirmed around trying to pull them around her back so she could see them around her wrists. Then she stood up and tryed to work them around her ass with no success. She looked great trust me.

I told her to sit back down and I put the key in one of her cuffed hands and told her to try and unlock the cuffs herself. She was unable to do this but again it was great fun to watch. after about 20min I figured it was time to let her go. I decided I would take this one step further since I got this far. As I was unlocking her I asked her if she thought she could get free if she was tied up. "You mean in knots?, Sure why not" she said. This was getting better by the minute.

So ran upstairs and got some rope that I had. I came back down and sat behind her and asked her to cross her hands behind her back. She did this eagerly and I tied her wrists rather tightly. She realized almost instantly that she wouldn't be getting untied on her own. "Ok I think you got me here" she said. I said "Hmmm maybe I should tie your feet together too". This was the first time during this whole thing that she was a litte hesitant. "Tie my feet too?" she looked a little nervous. I just grabbed her my her upper arms and forced her onto the floor. She just started laughing so I figured this was a go. When I got her onto her stomach she put her feet together for me to tie them. I tied her feet together and her knees. She looked beautiful wiggiong around on the carpet. I did tickle her feet and sides a little but I didn't want to take it too far.

As this point I think her competative nature took over and she really tried to wiggle free. It was quite a sight. I remember she pulled her feet up to her hands pointing her toes trying to untie her feet wigging around on her belly. She also managed to get up on her feet and hopped around the room laughing with her hands and feet tied. It was unforgettable I'm telling you.

After about a 1/2hr she asked sweetly to be untied. I figured she had had enough and she was agreat sport about the whole thing. I hope I get another chance to tie her up. I'll do it in a second.

My sis-in-law's name is Stacy. She's 26, blonde,single and very pretty. She was also a collegiate gymnast. Her and I are pretty close. We're always joking around, drinking a little too much on vacations, etc. I always thought that if the situation was there and if I played my cards right I could get her tied up. I had just this opportunity about a year ago.

We had a little party at my house and her and I ended up being the last one's standing as usual and she had decided to crash at my house. My wife was upstairs sleeping like a rock and it was just me and her sitting in the family room joking around, a common occurance. I own a pair of handcuffs which a few people on this forum do also I'm sure. I took the liberty of stashing them in a closet closeby in anticipation of this situation. Stacy is single and she had showed me her personal page on MySpace a few days earlier. I brought up the fact that if she had a picture of her in handcuffs she would get more hits. She laughed and said "I'm sure" or something like that. Then I just decided to go for it. I said "I have a pair of handcuffs do you want to see them?" She kind if blinked her eyes and gave me this funny look. I was sure she thought I was a total weirdo at that point. Then she laughed and said "Sure go get them". As you can imagine my stomach did a flip-flop.

When I came back into the room she was actually taking her watch off in anticipation of me locking her in the cuffs! When I sat down next to her she put her watch on the table and actually spun around and put her hands behind her back! I was estatic. I took the cuffs and locked her hands behind her snugly. She giggled a little and had this pretty, inquisative smile on her face. "Oh my God you have me totaly locked up!" she said. It is great fun watching a person that's never been locked in handcuffs react to being locked up. She squirmed around trying to pull them around her back so she could see them around her wrists. Then she stood up and tryed to work them around her ass with no success. She looked great trust me.

I told her to sit back down and I put the key in one of her cuffed hands and told her to try and unlock the cuffs herself. She was unable to do this but again it was great fun to watch. after about 20min I figured it was time to let her go. I decided I would take this one step further since I got this far. As I was unlocking her I asked her if she thought she could get free if she was tied up. "You mean in knots?, Sure why not" she said. This was getting better by the minute.

So ran upstairs and got some rope that I had. I came back down and sat behind her and asked her to cross her hands behind her back. She did this eagerly and I tied her wrists rather tightly. She realized almost instantly that she wouldn't be getting untied on her own. "Ok I think you got me here" she said. I said "Hmmm maybe I should tie your feet together too". This was the first time during this whole thing that she was a litte hesitant. "Tie my feet too?" she looked a little nervous. I just grabbed her my her upper arms and forced her onto the floor. She just started laughing so I figured this was a go. When I got her onto her stomach she put her feet together for me to tie them. I tied her feet together and her knees. She looked beautiful wiggiong around on the carpet. I did tickle her feet and sides a little but I didn't want to take it too far.

As this point I think her competative nature took over and she really tried to wiggle free. It was quite a sight. I remember she pulled her feet up to her hands pointing her toes trying to untie her feet wigging around on her belly. She also managed to get up on her feet and hopped around the room laughing with her hands and feet tied. It was unforgettable I'm telling you.

After about a 1/2hr she asked sweetly to be untied. I figured she had had enough and she was agreat sport about the whole thing. I hope I get another chance to tie her up. I'll do it in a second.

Our troop met in an old quonset hut at the municipal maintenance area at the edge of town. Behind the building stretched miles of woods and streams and we often played nighttime games like Capture the Flag in those woods after the meeting was over.

Attendance was down on this particular night. There were only about eight or nine younger boys, four of the olders, and two adult leaders. After the meeting we decided to stay and play a game for a while. The adults left and we divided up. It was decided that it would be youngers against olders. The youngers,, in which group I fell, were all eleven and twelve. The olders were thirteen and fourteen. Jack was the Senior Patrol Leader and had just turned fourteen and had the brand new Explorer uniform to prove it!

We drew our boundaries, making the little creek that ran through the woods about three hundred yards behind the meeting building the boundary between our sides. The rules were simple: You could hide your flag anywhere you wanted; if you were caught in enemy territory you could be captured; if you were captured you had to stay at their base until you were tagged by one of your teammates; first team to capture the other team's flag won the game.

"We'll beat you squirts easy!" taunted one of the olders as we withdrew to our battle lines. They jeered at us as they moved off into the woods to cross the little creek and take over their territory.

We hid our flag in a really nice brushy section and posted a guard nearby. Then we had to come up with a strategy. We knew that some of the rules were regularly broken in our troop's version of C-the-F lately. For example, if you were captured you would probably be tied up. Nobody objected too much because this was fun. Boys will be boys, you know!

Also, lately the older boys had started teasing us that they weren't even going to bother looking for the flag anymore. They were just going to capture one of us and use what they called "Chinese tortures" to make him tell where the flag was. We pretended macho bravado but the threat somewhat daunted us. When you are twelve a fourteen year old seems a lot older and more menacing than he really is. The danger of being captured and subjected to mysterious torment was both strangely exciting and scarey and so we decided that we would post guards all along our border area and try to win without exposing ourselves to capture.

I was with a group of three other boys and pretty soon we heard yelling and running off to our right in the dark where another small group of our guys were lying in wait for Olders to try to sneak into our territory.

"Gotcha! Gotcha!"

"Did not! You never even touched me! Ya! Ya! Ya!

And a lot more such yelling and commotion. But then we saw a shadowy figure figure crossing the creek below us. We crouched down among some bushes and waited. When the figure was within range we leapt out and grabbed him, using the weight of our bodies to throw him to the ground.

"Caught! Caught! Caught!" we yelled. We had ourselves a prisoner! We were elated. We let him sit up and saw that it was Jack. What a catch!

"Let's take him back to headquarters!" said Bill, another twelve-year-old who was also in my patrol, the Elks.

"Let's tie him up!" suggested Peter, eleven, who then proceeded to produce a length of knot-practice rope from his pocket. Jack was a good sport and put his hands behind him for the rope and Peter quickly tied them.

We marched Jack back to our headquarters, which was only a dozen or so yards from our hidden flag. We knew that we had to be careful about the border and sent Bill back to reinforce the others. That left three of us with Jack and five or six out in the dark watching for enemies. Since they only had three guys left we thought we had a good chance of winning. IF we could find their flag.

We made Jack sit down against a tree. The moon was up as so it was easy to see in the little clearing. Peter squatted down in front of Jack.

"Tell us where your flag is!" he said.

"No way!" laughed Jack. "You'll have to find it yourself!"

"Oh, no we won't!" said Peter, "If you don't tell us where it is, we'll MAKE you tell!"

"Oh, yeah!" said Jack. "How you gonna do that, squirt?" he laughed. Peter got very close to Jack and almost whispered.

"We'll torture you until you talk! That's how!"

"Yeah, right!" said Jack, clearly not worried.

"Don't laugh!" said Peter. "I have a book about Apache tortures! I know lots of ways to make you talk!"

Peter was a big reader. A very bright and imaginative boy. I had no doubt he had such a book. But this seemed pretty daring to me, and to the other boy, Dale, as well. After all, we had captured the Senior Patrol Leader and tied him up, and now Peter was threatening him with Indian torture. But I also thought it was pretty neat: they had been teasing us about what they would do to us if they captured us and now we had one of THEM! Great. I decided right then to let Peter take this wherever he wanted to, and worry about the consequences later. Off in the distance we could hear an occasional shout, but the night was mostly quiet. I could hear cicadas making their whirring, wind-up-toy noises all around us.

"You gonna talk?" asked Peter.

"Never!" said Jack.

"OK, then!" Peter got up and stood with his hands on his hips in front of the seated Jack. "C'mon you guys, help me get his uniform off!"

Huh? Get his uniform off? Whoa.

"What for?" asked Dale.

"Because that's how you do it!" explained Peter, as if talking to a three-year-old. "The Indians always stripped their captives when they were gonna torture 'em," he added. It sounded reasonable.

We started with his shirt.

"C'mon, you guys! Be careful! This is my new uniform!" Jack complained as we worked away at the stiff buttons.

"Wait!" said Peter. He turned to Jack. "Your uniform won't get ripped if you take it off yourself! We'll untie you and you can take it off and then you have to promise that you will let us tie you up again. Will you promise? Scout's honor?"

"And what if I don't?" Jack sneered.

Peter produced his scout knife and held it up. "Then we will do it the Indian way and cut your clothes off!" he announced. Baloney, I thought. But it sounded good. I'm sure Jack thought it was bull, too, but he agreed, and did the Scout's honor sign. We untied him and let him up. He slipped off his shirt, his tee shirt, his shoes and socks, and then dropped his slightly smudged dark blue-green shorts. He stood there in the clearing in his white jockey shorts. This was daring stuff!

Jack could have ran away at that point, but he didn't. Scout's honor meant something in those days. Maybe it still does, I don't know.

Now we had to decide how we were going to tie him up, for the second time. Dale suggested that we stake him out on the ground on an anthill, but we didn't have an anthill handy, so we settled for Peter's idea of making him kneel down with his back against a small tree. We made him move until his knees were next to the tree and then tied his ankles fairly close together behind the tree. Next we had him raise his arms over his head and then bent them back so that we could tie his hands together behind the tree trunk. Peter also ran some rope around his hips so he was held tightly to the little tree.

I have often thought about this night and about how at the time I wondered why Jack had allowed us to do this to him. Scout's honor notwithstanding, he could have easily escaped. Instead, he allowed us to tie him to the tree, in nothing but his briefs. I would learn more about this later, but at the moment it seemed a thrilling mystery.

Peter took over.

"Tell us where the flag is!" he demanded.

"No," said Jack. "You twirps are outta luck!"

"You are the one out of luck, prisoner!" crowed Peter. "Our tortures are hideous and you will beg for death before this night is over! Unless you talk." Peter was always pretty good with words and I thought he was doing a great job. Just like the Bad Guy in the movies.

"Ha!" Jack responded.

And then Peter dropped to his knees next to Jack. "Let the tortures begin!" he announced. And so they did.

I was keen to learn all about Apache torture. From what Peter did to Jack it seemed the Apaches used to torture their prisoners by tickling them. Peter dug his fingers into Jack's armpits.

"No! Don't! Eyow! Not fair! Please! Not THAT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Jack was almost gyrating he was trying so desperately to escape Peter's tormenting fingers. After a bit Peter stopped.

"Are you ready to talk now, white man?" he asked.

"N-n-n-no!" said Jack, wheezing and breathless. "But just please don't tick..."

Peter started again. Ribs this time, as well as the armpits. Jack was seriously ticklish.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG!!!! No! P-p-please! Nnnnnnnnngggg! HAHAHAHA! P-p-please STOPPPPPPPPP!" Jack was going crazy. It was an awesome sight, I can tell you.

"C'mon, guys, work on his feet! Help me out here!" said Peter.

I could go on with a lot of HAHAHAHAHA's and Please, no's, but you probably get the idea. Ribs, feet, belly— the works. Poor Jack. Peter was ruthless and we followed his lead. Every few seconds Peter would ask him if he was ready to talk and Jack would shake his head. For a while, anyway. Finally the moment came.

"Are you gonna talk?"

"Yes! Yes! I'll talk! I'll tell you! Just, please, no more tickling!"

"It's not tickling, white man!" said Peter. "It's torture!"

"OK, OK— torture! Just please no more torture! I'll tell!"

And he did. We untied him and made him promise to stay at headquarters until one of his team tagged him— the "old rules"! In return we agreed not to tell anyone else what had happened to him.

The three of us worked our way down to the creek and found our bunch spread out along it. The other side was deathly quiet. We decided that the best way was for all of us to charge across the creek at the same time. There were only three of them, after all. They couldn't stop us all. We knew where the flag was now. It was an easy win. We were very proud.

The Olders were not happy to be beaten by squirts, but they were pretty good sports about it. They asked how we knew exactly where their well-hidden flag was, but we didn't tell them.

Those were good times.

thanks again/

Now in this shower/bath tub, and each corner has some sort of object, my brother used a shower head, bottle holder, and both ends of the pole that held up the shower curtain. Now, this is the tricky part. He knows some knots, like tying a loop-now all of thses are too hard to explain-but he knows some really delicate knots that will undue themselves after a bit of struggeling.

Now he took a sort of rug, and he tied rope to each corner, which was also tied at each corner of the shower/tub, suspending it a foot or two above a tub full of water and ice. Now with the knots at the very delicate, he lowered me on to the rug softly, and then assested me on the situation. After some breath holding, I left it out and fell to a cold bath and half drowned for 30 seconds before he lifted me out.(WARNING! DO NOT GAG, OR FACE CONCIQUENCES OF PARTNER DROWNIGN QUICKLY!!!) Post your picture of this one if possible. =D

Thanks a lot for posting your experience, specially because you put so much effort on writing it - I know how time-consuming that can be -, only to deliver us such a great trilogy.

Please do post more - I'm sure requests won't lack.

At the end of each school year we would go together (the entire schools CCF Army) to a military camp and live for two weeks like they would in the real Army. There, we would do things that we could not do at our school. But this year (the one that happened 4 years ago) had a great bit added on. The Colonel of the Army Section was not sure that we where bonding well. So one morning he called us all together (about 40 of us) and split us into our separate year groups and gender (bastard). This meant that we where split into 8 sections with 5 people in each. He then gave each of us a prized possession (namely, a special sock with a name tag) that we where to protect. We where then given a rifle each with 20 blank rounds each, camping gear and an emergency CB radio and allowed us to grab a few things of our own.

He then briefed us that we would spend the next two nights camping out in a controlled environment (a military controlled forest (10sq km)). We would try to capture the prized possession from other teams, who ever had the most won. Great Fun.

In my team, there was me (surprise), Dan (a dude), Simon (a tad off but great), Alex (insane), and Tom (smart to the point of exploding, which would have been amusing). Each section was split up in the forest and left there. As Tom was the smartest one, he made all the decisions. So we set up one of our tents and put a remote controlled light in there, then set up another tent in a ditch about 10 meters off and covered it. That is where we stayed with our precious sock. When we went through our personal stuff, I was asked why I had brought rope. I tried to shrug it off by saying that it was for making emergency shelters but when Simon brought out some duck tape the attention was shifted to him. We waited until nigh when we switched on the light in our “trick” tent.

We waited about 20 minutes (surprise) before our super advanced trip system (fishing wire and sticks) was tripped. When we looked outside, we could see that there where two girls with their rifles approaching. We got ours a snuck around behind a tree. A very large tree seeing as there where 5 of us, but still. When we saw them approaching our tent, we went up behind them and just as they open the tent, we jumped on them. I got the first girl Amelia (a year older) and Tom ran round and grabbed her gun, and Alex jumped on Chloe (also a year older, who I had a huge crush on) and Dan grabbed her gun. Simon just ran off and grabbed the rope and tape while we wrestled the girls to the ground.

We tied them up and brought them to a ditch and put them in it (not our tent ditch, that would be silly). We then spent the next 15 minutes securely tying and gagging the two girls (which was somewhat better when it is in a relatively empty forest and by torch light). After we had done this, we tried to interrogate them with out them making noise. We ended up prodding them relentlessly until they told us where they where. Me and Alex went off into the forest to find where the other girls where, we took their ammo just in case. When we saw them, they had brought some sheets to surround themselves so that no-one could see their torch light, which allowed us to sneak around the back. We saw them guarding the entrance so we went into the camp behind them. They where called Alison, Jamie and Lisa (All in the year above). We then snuck behind them and jumped them then after a few minutes, the were all gagged with their hands tied behind their backs so we could take them back. We got the sock and took them back to our camp. It was about 1:30 am so there wasn’t much resistance from them and we had lots of sugar.

When we got back however, we could not find the other girls. We looked into the ditch but they where gone. We looked in both the tents but in the trick tent, Simon, Dan and Tom where tied up tightly in there, almost unable to move because they had been tied to the framework of the tent but all the bags where in there so there was no movement in the fabric. As I backed out, the two girls we had caught where standing there with our mates weapons pointing them at eye level (the barrels where blocked so nothing would go out and the gas would automatically re-cock the weapon). Although we new they could do nothing with them, the physiological effect of that completely stops you.

We then where told to go to the other girls and untie them (a shame really because the knot was really nice and clean). At that point I did something stupid. I ran away from them but unfortunately, Lisa is in the running team for the school. She caught me after 5 seconds of precious freedom then floored me with that damn powerful move she had been taught by our section Colonel. I was then carried back to them and hogtied so that I could not do it again. Alex was already tied up and in the tent.

The next morning, I awoke to the not so unusual sound of gunfire. Someone else was obviously trying to scare the hell out of another camp so that they could get them easily. After half an hour of being awake, Amelia came into the tent and saw that we where awake. She then went outside the tent briefly and came back with Lisa and Chloe. They took us outside where it appeared that over the night, they had gone back to their camp and moved it over hear. It also showed that the sheets where in military colours so that they would not show up easily to the casual eye. They then just sat us up against each other, except for me because of my hogtie, and watched us.

Upon looking around, I had noticed that Jamie and Alison where gone. I tried to ask them but the tape gag that I had on would not come loose. Chloe saw me try to speak and she came over to me and started to tease me about the fact that I could not speak. Mid-taunt, I heard a distorted voice and Chloe stood up and pulled the CB radio out of her pocket. They had gotten their radio and our radio and used them together so that they could contact each other when the others needed help or to provide information. The voice coming from the radio was that of Alison. I could hear her saying that they had encountered another team and they where going to capture them and that they needed help. So, they left us and went outside the sheets but not before they had blind folded each of us. A while later, we heard rustling in the bushes somewhere behind us. My blindfold was then removed and I saw the five girls. They had then said that they had tied me up weakly so that I would escape. It turned out that they where watching and wanted to see where the socks where so cunningly hidden because when they had taken over our camp, they could not find them and that pissed them off so much.

I was then told that I had a choice. I would either show them where the socks where or have to endure their evil idea’s. Seeing as I was always loyal to my friends but even more so hated to be defeated by a girl, I told them that they would never find the socks and that I would never tell me.

With that, they grabbed me and dragged me behind one of the sheets, where they had created a closed off section. They then completely stripped me of all my clothes (except my boxer shorts) and tied me spread-eagled to the floor with rope and tent pegs. They then talked between them and left me alone with Chloe. Somehow, they had worked out that I had a crush on her and tried to use this. She tried at first to chat me up. Although this took all of my energy, I somehow managed to resist. When she went back to the others they came back in looking incredible pissed off. They then spent the next few hours torturing me with all kinds of methods, some of which I don’t want to go into details with. But eventually they found a strong weakness with me. They found out that I incredibly ticklish on my back where my kidneys where. They tickled me there for about 15 minutes. I tried to scream at them but the gag on me was so tight, I could not make a noise. Eventually, I succumbed to their evilness and they stopped.

They left me there for a while before Chloe came back in. She let me get dressed again before tying me up. She then said to me that she was sorry about some of the other things that they had done but she had meant everything that she had said before and that she would like to go out with me, which was great (in the end, we did go out together for about 3 years before I went of to university and she took a gap year).

When I rejoined my friends, it had turned out that some more people had been captured. Two other girls who where a year younger than me. One of them was called Sam and the other one I did not know the name of. Once I was brought back and put with my mates, one of them was taken and about 5 minutes later was brought back sweating and tears running from hear eyes. When she was put down, she was given a prod and she made a just audible shriek of laughter. Amelia (who had brought her back) said that they knew where their base was and that she was going to go there now to get a third sock. When she returned she brandished the sock and gave it to Lisa who added it to the others.

Then, we heard another voice over the radio, it was another two teams who had joined to gather the socks and it turned out that they where planning a raid on the camp site that we where in (that is the sheet surrounded one). The voice on the radio sounded like my good friend James who was mental. He was saying that he had been watching the camp and had seen lots of movement. They said that they would wait a bit longer until some ungodly hour to attack and claim more socks (evil blighters). It was just becoming night another voice came over the radio. It was the Colonel saying that the radios where not for what they where being used for. He then went on to revel that another super secret sock had been hidden in the forest. He then gave us the co-ordinates of it and then cut off. Lisa and Jamie, who where sitting by the radio jumped up and went to see Chloe, Amelia and Alison and told them what had just been said.

They then came over to us. They grabbed me and pulled me to one side. I then heard that the others (Dan, Alex, Simon and Tom) where to go into the forest and recover the sock. Dan then asked stupidly, what would happen if they did not. They just looked at me and said that they would completely psychologically break me down so that I would go and do it which would be cruel. They the muttered a low voice of agreement and then left with some of the rifles and a radio.

About an hour later I heard some shots being fired meaning that they had obviously found the sock as had another team. After about 20 minutes, the gun fire stopped, and then restarted about 15 minutes after. After it had stopped again, a voice came over the radio. It was Tom saying that they had the sock and had shot load of ammo at the opposition to scare them and it had worked. They where mostly younger members and didn’t realise that the guns stopped the wadding from the guns flying out of the ends. Fools. They had also said that they had come across the other team that where planning to ambush them and had distracted them long enough so that they had them surrounded but where unable to move. Lisa said that they would come along in the morning.

After that, I was picked up by Chloe and put into a tent. She then tied me up even more and applied more tape so that I was a hogtied mummy. She looked at me and giggled. She then put me to bed on one of the mats that we had (the ones that stop the coldness of the floor from passing through). She then lay down next to me and we fell asleep together.

The next morning, I woke up early by the noise of someone brushing by the tent. I heard a few lowered voices from around the tent and then the tent opened slightly and a head poked through. It was that of Dan. He saw me and Chloe and did that irritating aaahhhh expression that annoys everyone. Then he crept in with some tape and pounced on Chloe. Before she could react, she had her arms taped together, her legs taped together, her arms and legs attached and effectively gagged. He then turned around, brandished the sock, and left waving. I tried to shout at him to left me go but he just laughed. I then heard some noises from the other tents and I could only guess that the others had been restrained as well. Tom then came in and was almost flattened by the angry rolling ball that was Chloe. She was furious but all you could do was watch and laugh. He then picked me up, took me outside and untied me.

The others had been packing up our stuff in order to leave. Dan showed me the 4 socks that we had managed to find and steal back. Lisa was then brought out. Her gag was removed and the rope that was tying her wrists and ankles was loosened so that she could escape, but not immediately. We also stole her shoes and tied a tight rope around her and to a tree so that if she could free herself instantly, we would still have run-away time. We also put a radio in front of here so that she could call for help if she couldn’t escape.

We told her that she could escape soon and we would all meet up later to talk at dinner (seeing as we where going to RV later with the Colonel at the camp). We also told her (and to tell the others) that nothing happened out there otherwise she would have to explain all the rope burns on us. We then grabbed out packs and the socks and left.

Later when we where all called back, it turned out that they had escaped and had released the other two girls and they had gone back. We won with four of the nine socks so we got the long sought after reward of being smug. Later we met back up with the girls where we talked about the last two days and the “fun” that it had been. Fortunately the Commander didn’t find out or at least did not react to it.

Your parents were certifiable.

Traverse

In the meantime you can get around the hack by doing this:

Upon getting on the site watch your lower tray. If it says something like "searching for www.hack-team.us immediately hit the cancel or stop button. On Firefox it is next to "home" and is red. Internet Explorer 7.0 has it next to the recycle arrows as a red "X". I am asking that members do NOT go to any other part of the site save the galleries. The galleries seem to be untouched as I had no problems going back and forth from one album to the other. The problem is strictly in the main website itself.

Should you get into the Turkish site - though neither Firefox nor IE7 would let me get there: I just got "website not available", you can hit the back arrow and you should be able to get back to where you were.

Those who did become members within the last week may have to re-register. Normally the ISP backs up the data base SQL's every three days. I back up the site not daily and will also be doing the same with the data bases so this will not happen again for as long. I also will not accept any new members until this matter is fixed.

We do have a continuation of the story that will be posted right after we're up. There might be a "Hall of Shame" for those of you who have been stuck up by someone not showing or, in the case of Recon, if you have been "hit and run" by a jerk who gives an otherwise string of 10's a 1 and then blocks himself.

Thanks again for the understanding and support.

Regards,

Kreisleriana

theres a nice video!

me and my 2 friends( both girls) are into bondage and tie up games. oneday i was supposed to be out with my bf but he was sick so i asked the girls if they could come over. so in about a half hour they were there. i was dressed for my night out (my bf got sick last minute) and i had a black t shirt a black mini skirt and my black stockings (picture freaky gothic girls at the mall and u got me)i wasnt wearing shoes cuz i hate them. anyway i see my friend pull into my drive way (parents were out for the night) so i go to the door. as soon as i opened it they jumped me. one put her hand around my mouth while the other tied my hands behind my back. then i was cleve gagged with a bandana and pushed into a chair. they quickly tied my feet and knees (with rope )they then took out a rather large peice of rope and wrapped it around my arms at least 7 times. i was helpless. all i could do was mmmpphhhhhh. it wasnt long before the started tickleing my feet. and for some reason my stockings madethe tickleing even worse.after about five minutes of that they stopped and left me to go raid my refrigerator.they were back in about 10 min.in that time i managed to losen my knees and a lil of my feet. they said i was a naughty girl and untied my arms and feet and forced me to my room. when we got there they realized they had forgotten the rope to tie me down stairs i thought yes this is my lucky break but that was shattered in about 5 seconds. one of the girls noticed that my stocking and sock droor was open (i left it open looking for my cool spiderweb stockings only to discover that they were in the wash) so any way the one girl grabbed a pair of my striped stockings and hogg tied me then they grapped t more and tied my knees with one and my arms with the other.they then went down stairs to call their parents to tell them they were sleeping over. by the time they got back i was out and hideing. my stocking feet are verry quiet and i literaly moved right behind them and they did not hear me but ull have to wait to hear the rest

---just a helpful tip---

I'd post storys if i had any, but right now i'm just a bondage obsesed teen without the guts to tell anyone...

i will tell you the one where i got tied up agian first it more fun really! or should I post the other story? nah

well anyway here it is.

I had been invited over to mel place to a.)talk about our reveange and 2.)something else is what she had told me. agreed to that and the next day went over to mel's place when i arivred mel told me that her parents wanted a sitter for her but i could because we were friend close to best and that if I could'nt handle her(wink wink) that I could call a back up sitter called Lisa who was 17,if she was bad! alright then they said there goodbye and went off mel dased off down stairs. I followed her down mel said she wanted to descuss our revange we did for about about an hour or so then she said she to go to the toilet fair enough i guess or so i gussed when she came back she had her stash of tie up things the same as last time but with only the duck tape this time I was up stairs at the time getting myself a glass of jucie when mel tackled me very well I might say but I had started judo since my last story and quit it already. Anyway
I did a couple of tricks to get off of me mel could see she was no match for me and ran away! I called to her and said I would have to call Lisa now because she had been bad to me. Anyway I called her she said she would come over in about 30 min cause she had work to do but mel had managed to sneak up on me and had grabbed me seeing that I had just hung up mel tried tackled me once agian I still wasn't lookung so she knocked me on my front but she ended up runied agian I triped her and manged to run and hide. Only after a min of hiding she called from down stairs and said that she had something I want I was stupid to do so really but I did. I saw mel with a couple of pixs and said renmber these uh oh it was the pixs of when I was first tied up dam dam dam. Well what do we have here then she giggled crazy strange. Allright you win I give up fully knowing what she wanted in just a moment said mel but first you have to call off the sitter from me I agreed I was hoping she hadn't noticed rats but first she taped my hands behind my back with the pink tape alright now I will call her for you then you do the rest fine i said. I did it but said not at the end hoping she would come but all lisa said was do I come or not sounding quite mad mel hung up. allright now to have fun with you my toy and giggled agian (why does this go badly for me always). She had planed this well she had more girls clothing a skirt red, stockings and heels also red mel said I would be topless as well rats agian. I had to or she said she had worse she undid my hands and pushed me and shut the bathroom door I decied that she didn't have anything else BAD MOVE!!!! mel told me that I had to lie down on the ground or else. I did so but face down I wanted to see what was goning to me now. when she came back she was not happy to see that I had not done what she had wanted mel pulled my hands behind me and I heard a click oh yeah the handcuufs (see last story) I hadn't thought of that she made me sit down on a seat with the rails on it and then started to tape me to it in less than 2 min I was totally taped up and was doomed ducktape=weakness for me. now she had placed me infront of the giant mirror in her room so I could see myself traped and doomed I decied I should shut up for now. mel started to tease me I got mad I swore by accadent ooohh you said a bad word and ducktaped my mouth there that should keep you quite for now she than did my hair for awile in diffrent styles extremly funny for mel than she did my nails red man did I hate that so much she had her nails red already she than added her braceltes as well and pink and large bracletes I was dieing I mmmphhed to her to stop but like allways giggled like crazy this sucked bad. mel added a bandana aa blindfold and put another one in my hair she loveing this then added that her parents were going to be gone till 10:00 AND It was only 3 now I was in trouble just then then Lisa the sitter came down (I have know idea how she got in).when lisa saw me she screamed and mel had gone and hidden in the bartroom Lisa undid my gag and said asked what had happened. Mel jumped on Lisa and then the battle realy started.... find out soon I will post it tomrow. One more thing before I go I want to tie up mel on the hoildays a.) how should she be tied b.) should I get her to wear something and c.) what should I use to tie her up and use as a gag? just wondering and anyone answer my Q?'s

"Hey, Girls, I have to go back. My uncle will be worried..."
"Why should he be worried? He's out all day, we know that."
Damn. A pair of feet came into view, feet with marks on them, tape marks and blue water color.
"Hey, Pat.", he said, "I didn't know you liked to be tied up too..."
"You saw how they tricked me."
"Bah, you would've been able to fight Marcia off." He began tickling my neck and armpits.
"Daria, do you have any felt-tip pens?"
"Sure."
"Get them."
I don't know what was more exciting- the tickling of the felt-tip pen on my soles- or that I didn't dare to show my feet to anybody for the next few days,
for it took me nearly a week to get rid of the marks.

I know exactly what you mean about being a bondage obsessed teen who is to afraid to tell people about it. It is so frusturating just wishing you had someone to tie up or tie you up.

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Ever get that Aaron kid tied up? What happened with that?

Ever get that Aaron kid tied up? What happened with that?

I will also allow some content which Canuck does not permit here, although not much more. For example, stories of non-consensual tie-ups will usually be allowed on my site so long as nobody got really hurt.

I do NOT want stories of rape or similar. I removed one such story not too long ago as you may see from the comment I made to the writer.

Some time later after all the fun we had, I let Amanda untie Marcie. I made sure she started at the feet, I wanted that gag to come out last. A little payback for what they did to me in the chair. Amanda wanted to tie me up and I let her do it as best she could. It was a short two minutes but I played the part hoping she was happy with her work. Marcie had been loose for a bit and ran outside. I suppose I’d have to go hunt for her again. I welcomed the challenge against this cunning little adversary.
While I cleaned up and Amanda played by herself, Marcie came back into the house with her little boom box. She plugged it in and looked at me, grinning evilly.
“What the bleedin’ ‘eart is this now?” I asked her with a mock English tint to my voice.
“I know how to get you! This is my power music!” Marcie said and turned the radio on, tuned into a local pop station that I never listened to.
“It’s horrible!” I dramatized and covered my ears in pain, writhing around until I fell into the armchair quivering. She picked up the stereo and brought it as close to me as the power cord would allow. I shook and lurched and Amanda laughed herself into hysterics. Finally I passed out into the chair and Marcie put the radio down. The girls jumped on me in the chair and I grabbed them both, reaching around to grab handfuls of ribs and bellies.

We played the rest of the afternoon until it was time for everyone to leave. It was a great experience that I won’t ever forget. Even the music agreed with me.
Marcie’s “power music” was Dido’s “Thank You”.

“I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life”.

So true.

Mitchell said, "let's go out back, I know a good way to tie you". We grabbed up all the ropes and went out to his back yard. He walked over to the swing set, and I followed him.

He told me to stand at the end of the swing set and put my arms out. My arms just reached to the poles on either side and I was tall enough to lay my arms along the cross bar that ran between them.

He said, "Perfect, hold 'em just like that."

He wrapped one of the ropes around my left wrist and the pole, then in between them and pulled it tight. I tried twisting my fingers down to touch the knots he was tying, but my fingers couldn't reach them.

I was hopeing Michell would leave a little slack as he tied my right wrist, but he tied that one just as good and tight. I knew I was not going to get out of this one.
Mitchell was busy making sure I wouldn't too. He took more rope and tied my arms in two different places to the crossbar. I couldn't move my arms at all now.

He bent over to get more rope and said, "OK Adam, stretch your legs out."
I just moved my legs out a few feet apart.
Mitchell looked up at me and grinned, then grabbed my left ankle and started to wind one of the thicker ropes around it. After about five turns, he tied a knot and took the other end of the rope around the pole, and said "Watch this Dude, your little feet will be touching nothing but air in a minute."
He pulled on the rope until my foot was off the ground about four inches, then tied the rope off to the pole.
"How's that feel so far?"
Then he picked up my right foot and wrapped my ankle and tied it off to the opposite pole. He stood up and stepped back to look at me. He had a big smile on his face.

I could feel the muscles in my arms and legs pull and tighten up, but all I could move was my head. I was surprised that the ropes didn't really hurt, but felt tight and secure. I wondered how long I could last hung up like that, cause we usually had to stay tied for an hour if we couldn't get loose. That was the penalty.

I wriggled my toes and fingers to test the ropes, and they felt ok. My weight was about even I guess, with all the ropes on my arms and ankles.

"Looks like you're not going anywhere for awhile this time Adam."
He reached over and poked a little at my belly button and laughed.
"At least till the times up. So, I'll be back later to untie you. Hang in there Dude" and laughed at his joke.

He went back inside the house, and I knew it wouldn't do any good to call him back. I was stuck, tied to the end of that swing set for the whole hour. I could see Mitchell peek out the kitchen window every now and then, and the big grin on his face.
That was the end of our game, but we will get together next weekend at my house. And I have a small tree in my back yard. he he.

It was a neat setup with a pool, tenis courts and a playground surrounded by a wide amount of apartments that had three floors each.

It was real wide too and like a big community inside the inside area.

Anyway, there were these three girls named Megan who was 14 (White, blond hair, a little fat but not really fat at all with blue eyes)

The second was a girl named Amy who was 13. (tanned skin, nice body and tits with hazel eyes)

The third girl was Tina who was 16 (tanned skin, big tits and smooth body. She was allegedly a lesbian)

Anyway, I also liked seeing this girls in bikinis and always fantisized about seeing them and getting layed by them which never happened.

In the apartment complex, there was a vacant apartment that the neighboorhood kids would break into and hang out.

This is where I would take them when I captured them.

Now, we were all kind of a big group of neighboorhood friends so all was cool.

Megan would be my first capture.

Everyday in the summer she went to the pool and walked back around 9pm.

On her way back, she would always pass the vacant apartment and this was my chance.

I had to be careful though as I didn't want her to scream. So, I said hey megan come here.

She was wearing a green bikini and her nice tits and cute pure innie bellybutton was showing.

She came into the apartment and said what up Joe?

I called her into one of the rooms and when she came in, I handgagged her and she immediately struggled.

As My large hand was over her mouth, I was able to get my fingers on a pair of handcuffs on her quickly.

This made it mmmpppph furious into my hand. So, i said I'd take my hand if she promised not to scream. I did so and she asked Joe, what are you doing in a made and furious way.

I said I'm kidnapping you.

She said very funny Joe. Now, let me go.

I said nah. I've always wanted you like thisand I'm just playing a game with you.

She said her ex-boyfriend tied her up and she did not like it.

Now Joe please let me go back in a nice cute way.

Nah, I think I'm going to tie your feet.

I then duct tapped her feet.

Megan said ok, just don't gag me or anything. I said What is a tie up without a gag.

Noooooooo, please don't Joe.

I said Megan, your getting bandana-gagged. I picked up a bright blue bandana and cleave-gagged her between the teeth after i stuffed another bandana in her mouth for packing..

MPPPHHHHHHH! Her teeth looked so nice with that bandana-gag on.

Suddenly, Amy was entering the front door looking for megan.

Please tell me what you think and if you guys and gals want to hear more.

It's cool reading stories about sons who found out about their father's weakness and tickled them...My dad was really ticklish and I can remember playfully roping his ankles during a family picnic and tickling his feet until he finally yelled for help from my (equally ticklish) uncle.....
Lot's of laughs that day!

Anybody else out there with ticklish dads?

And Chase, if you're out there, PLEASE share!!!

well i know what you mean when you say that you don't have the guts to tell anyone. Unfortunately i am the same way. I kind of gave up thinking of ways to do it, and just do a little self-bondage. Although, i do still hope to find someone in my area who is into the whole thing. sorry i can't be more help.

I know that my dad and I tickled each other during some innocent father/son moments. And I also tickled him a few times when he was in awkward situations....like buried in the sand by my two sisters or caught in our rope swing...Believe me, there was nothing creepy about it but it was definitely fun and fueled my desire for more tickling games with others.

I've noticed several stories about Moms getting tied up and tickled here with nobody having a problem with that.... and I agree that Dads deserve to get the same treatment...maybe even more so since they're usually the "stern parent" who could use a good laugh!

Too right! There are far too many judgmental, hurtful people who are ready to cast aspersions. Just remember— The dogs bark, but the caravan moves on!

P,S, Tell me how it goes with that one chick, ericalover.

Anyway, when we left off, I had Megan in the abandoned apartment handcuffed, feet ducttaped and cleave-gagged with a bright blue bandana.

Amy unfortunately was at the door and I had to think fast as she was about to come in.

Now, the room of the apartment of the apartment I was in with megan was about 20-25 feet from the door and was straight ahead and to the right.

I panicked so I put Megan, who was furiously mmmppphhhing in the closet and quickly walked out the room door to confront Amy.

Amy was tan and was in the white bikini which is perfect for a tan girl.

She asked what all the racket was.

I said nothing, just busy.

She wasn't buying it, as she walked past me and called out for "Megan". Before she could get to the room, I reached out and grabbed her and pinned her to the floor.

She asked me what the fuck I was doing.

I grabbed the roll of duct tape I had and tapped up your wrists behind her back.

Then, as I went to tape her feet, she kicked me in the nuts and screamed for Megan.

I recovered and under pain taped her feet and and knees as she fuiously struggled.

Then, I said any last words Amy?

She said NO! but I taped her mouth and boy did she look hot all ducttaped bound and gagged.

I brought her into the room and there she saw Megan tied and gagged in the closet.

Both mmmppphhhed furiously.

Now that I had two of the three hottest girls in the complex in my room bound and gagged, it was time to lure the other one.

Tina!

Part 3 coming soon.

Hugs to you all

Sofie

Here are some great videos. All clean!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiEwoxLDykc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRfTb4ng6D0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G__BJHkyIVE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nH6jlvWyNrU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0mQN-L8iT8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngLrHN6IjVM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVezpOggOXs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcDMdFeRf1E

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruLu9h7qfJM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZPLpitjKoo

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heres my lastest story it happend around about may 19 or so

here we go....

me and my freind darnell (16) had been planing on blackmailin his younger sister (14) since january.

we got her once in febuary but she deleted the pics while we where sleep, bu thats anther story. this time me and my sister had them come over to our house to spend the night.
we had gotten out of school a few days before but my mom still had to work during the day which left my grandma to watch us. Darnell arrvied around about 10am to help set up for our ambush later on. Ashley came at 11 wearing a white pesent top and tight blue jeans, and hang out with my sister carly who aslo in on our little plan. for the rest of the day we pretty much left the girls alone. they went to bed around about 2am ashley had changes into a yellow button down polo shirt and baby blue running shorts.

TBC

I hope to add more pictures and other stuff soon. Right now I have to restore the main page as it appeared before the site was hacked.

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Anyone that comes up with a suitable and painful punishment for a hacker will have it put up on the site. I can think of a few things but I am trying to be "minnesota nice". In this case it is difficult to be nice.

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As they were mmmpphhing, I decided to get Tina into the fold.

So, I went to the pool and found Tina there alone. It was about 8:30 and pretty dark.

She was there in her white bikini and her nice big tits were sticking along with her beautiful body.

A tad busty but not a little fat lke Megan was.

I asked her what she was doing (keep in mind I'm only average guy) and she said nothing but do you know where Megan and Amy are?

I said, maybe they went home, she said no, I called but they are out.

So, I said wanna go check the apartment.

She said yes and picked up a towel and attempted to dry off as she put thing around her.

As we walked into the apartment she expected nothing.

She walked in and said Megan, Amy are you here?

Then, she walked towards the bedroom and made the right turn to the room where I had Megan and Amy bound and gagged.

She opened the door and heard mmmppphing.

She opened the closet door and said what da MPPPHHHH as Megan and Amy mmmphhed fractily.

I said we were just are playing and as I had hand on mouth.

She laughed and said ok.

Tina then took her towel off and I got hard seeing that amazing body.

Those big tits and body were perfect women to have be on top during sex.

She then said ok, are you going to tie me up or something?

I said yes.

She tried to run but I grabbed her and quickly slapped a pair of handcuffs on her and duct tapped her feet.

I then said Tina Tape gagged or bandana-gagged.

She said "Gag me" between the teeth. I did as she asked and tied the bright red bandana between her beautiful white teeth.

I then sat them side by side and was wearly of having two bandana-gagged and one tapp gagged.

So, I ungagged away and gagged with a pink bandana.

There I had all three girls captive.

I let them go after they mmmmphhhed after an hour.

I asked if we can do it again and while Megan and Amy said hell no, Tina said you bet Joe as she grabbed by you know what.

I sure do and love it when it is done perfect so the white tracks on the corners of the mouth are seen perfectly.

What is everyone else's take?

mel had triped lisa now she had pulled out the tape bad sign for lisa she had sat on her and started to tape her legs (she was kicking like crazy) lisa moved her hands down to her legs to un tape them but mel grabed them and pulled them behind her and taped them too it looked bad for lisa now and for me too. mel then gagged her too lisa mmmpphhed a lot and moved around mel was tieing her hands tighter now bit lisa amazingly pushed herself up and headbutted mel knocking her off balance and dazed she then made a dash to the staris (she was actly hopping) and dissapered. mel had recovered from the blow was now comeing back to me bad news! She said to get lisa back in to her power she would have to paswade her a little then giggled a bit and winked (phew). She started to un tie me all but my hands witch she cuffed behind me now she even un did the girly stuff. mel then led me up the stairs and called for lisa and said that if she didn't come out she would get her bag and get her stuff and wreak it and her work she had to do. It worked well! by now lisa had managed to un do the gag but nothing else no! not my work its inportant lisa cried! mel made for her bag grabbed her work and headed to her work NOOOO lisa screamed and came out of her hiding place a small corner in the dinning room she came out with more un done than I had thought she had goten her legs un tied and one hand almost undone. well well well said mel in a mock voice look who we have here! lisa lied down face first one the floor. This is where I made my escape I ran into mels parents room and went into thier bathroom and locked the door safe at last i thought. after about 5 min of hiding I heard mel call looky looky. I know this coud only be bad so I went down stairs to find out what had happened I saw lisa spread egale on mel's bed tied with rope and ball gagged (pink) i wondered how she got it and never found out. mel was standing over her with a paper knife mel said that she would cut off her hair (wink) I did'nt lie face down with my hands behind me well duh i was handcuffed.i knew it was just for fun and I was loving this it was now about 6:00 now still awile to go. so I did it mel came over to me and begin to hogtie me with more rope. mel had made it very tight I was stuck there. She then begin to put more girly stuff on me than before and the same one pink bandana agian , high heels red, pink bracelet, another 5 pink bracelets (so many and both arms)and then she tied my hair in a diffrent way I did'nt know the name of it was like hers. Then she moved onto lisa and all she did was give her a poka dot bandana and give her a scarf. now that she was happy she looked at the clock it was 6:35. she decied to feed me and lisa just great. she spoon fed us beans yucky and then happly gave us some collyflower then re did our gags then orderd pizza and eat it in front of us (she paid with lisas money). now it was 7:15 only 3 more hours to go how bad could it be? now that she was full she decieded to play with her (wink) toys. she started by undoing my hogtie and tieing my with me huging lisa yuck (she took of the heels) then retied my arms she did the same thing with lisa. then undid lisa feet and retied them toghter with mine then finaly blindfolded us with scarfs and said if we could escape she would let us tie her up and would be back in 30min (yeah after she taped us together).we started to to move around kinda like this clip tied up
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it like that but with one guy and girls and not close to nude o.k. like that clip we could'nt get free and mel had come back (after she had undone our blindfolds) I could see she had some more iteams girls outfitts NOOOO i hated that stuff which came out MMMPPHH! well its that or get naked MMPHH! see now which is it one or the other she un did my gag I sais smugly neither fine then go naked i will strip you tied to lisa MMMPPHHH what that you like that MMMPPHHH you love that idea fine if you insist MMMPHHH we both cried out this time yiou too lisa o.k then. she than tried to pull my top off. o.k maybe a bad idea then she un did my bonds but my hands and gag she made me sit on the floor while she un did my top i was mmmphhing the whole time she started to touch my soft skin and I mmmphhed harder now mel started to un do my pants o.k this was bad time to do more tricks(thank you jackie chan I'm his greatest fan) useing my feet I kicked mels back she fell off I than ran to the staris but mel tackled me she grabbed my feet put them toghether then started to rope them but I was'nt finished I headbutted her and rolled away seeing my feet were tied now I tried cutting my bonds on hands with a edge near the door mel had seen that I was trying to free myself she dragged me from my feet first and sat on me. she then started to tickle me no mery for 15 min and then said that she would not strip me down she was only kidding (duh i'm so dumb). now it was 8:20 not much left but she said now she would tie me good for her fun but first she had to re-tie lisa she was slowly escaping she first un did her gag put hand gagged her mel then said that her parents must never find out about this and that she will never tell them anything agreed she asked and took her hand off yes lisa said but please let me go she pleaded. maybe mel replied if you can win a game but you have to help me afterwards o.k? lisa agreed. It was easy to play all she had to do was not laugh for 5min when tickled she did it easly but before that she took her camera (the same one) and took the photos of her all tied up. Then she un did her but saved the gag till last.now what did you say as one thing I had to do. Yes all you have to do is help me tie this young man up how I want hi for the rest of the night fair. she agreed to it. Now things where turning badly for me I mmmphhed and mmmpphhed but it could never help me not even once. mel whispered into lisas ear and she looked big eyes then looked at me and giggled (Uh-Oh). just then the phone went and mel ran up staris to answer it I mmmppphhhed to lisa to untie me but she giggled like mel would. when mel came back she said that her parents would even longer now and would be back at 10:40. it was was soooo bad for me I was now doooommmed mel said well lets begin and so they did.....

hopefully I won't take to long to post the last part of my story thanks agian on your comments and to show my aprications look at this video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jRTnd79-gU my third fav
till then see ya:)

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DAY2 later

my parents were gone for the day and my sister had 2 friends over. they asked me to play hide-and-seek and(since it was a hot day and i was bored) i said yes. they said i had to count so i started. when i got done i went to search. when i walked past the huge hall closet i was jumped by all three. they handcuffed my hands behind my back and said get up. i said no and bucked one off. then she kicked me! so i got up and was led to the basement/bedroom and put on the bed.(meanwhile my sister had dissapered) she came in a second later with rope, hankercheifs, and duct tape. i said wat the f*** and she said "we dont use that language" and stuffed a hankie in my mouth. i was abou to spit it out when she took the duct tape and wrapped it around my head succsesfully gagging me. then they took the rope and tied my hands super tight( after removing the handcuffs). she then tied my feet and connected them to make a hogtie then she used the duct tape to pin my arms to my side. i mmmmmmmmphed real loud as she took the connecting rope and untied it from my hand and threw it over the bar that went from one wall to another up high by the cieling. she caught it and retied it to my hands. then she pushed me off the bed(its a high bed) and i was hogtied/suspended. i mmmmmmmphed alot during all this i was left for a long time....to be continued

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by the way i have a friend who is into bondage but is shy and would like to talk to girls about it. we had him over once and we taught him how to tie and hes great. he is looking for a 15-18 year old females to talk to about tie up stuff so if any of u girls are interested just email heim through my email ok

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i new i was in trouble and this would not be the end of my bondage sagas with mel. Mel and lisa started to untiie me but lisa held me still while mel untied me but not for long I was then forced to give both the girls foot rubs. Then they pushed me over and begin to tie me up agian. They decied to hogtie me with the pink rope and so they did. Lisa was amazingly good at tieing knots making my hogtie very tight on me they then put an apple in my mouth and said that I was a pig and that if I spat the apple out they would punish me (scary). they still had'nt fonshed tieing me they managed to make a tight line of rope across two tables. they then tied my hands and feet to it like a pig about to be cooked. they then started to poke at crap out of me rnmber I still had the apple so it was hard to old it in. After they had done that for 15min or so. They were decieding on ethier they dress me up in girl clothing like an actress or should they play with me and make me thier slave (man they giggled crazly). they let me pick lisa took out the apple I had no idea what to pick if I picked girls clothing I could end up like some strange actress but if I was thier slave they could make me do thier bidding. I was still decieding when all of a sudden mel handgagged me and said well you took too long guess it has too be both. I mmmpphhed in protest or have you decied yet? said lisa mel took her hand off i said slave for some reason I did'nt mean to say that actully it wasn't like me to do that but I did amyway (gagged agian with tape) . Allright then well as our first act as master you will dress up in girls clothing I MMMPHEED like nuts but it was no use why did I say that well at least some time had passed now. while the mel picked some clothing for me lisa was sitting down. afer awile mel had finished picking cloths and that I was goning to be changed by mel (awww crap). first lisa undid my bonds I was then forced into her seat (on wheels) I was wheeled around to mel's batheroom and then mel begiun it. first mel made me put on a hot red skirt then I mel put on the red high heels on then she had fun doing my hair while tied to the chair with her pink tape (that girl sure loves pink)then she watched me try and escape for a bit then tighted the tape on me. after that she was picking out more bracelets for me (her favourite bit)you would never find mel without a pink braclet of some sort (kina cute). mel picked out her favourite braclet and put it on. she ended up puting on about five pink braceletes for me to wear and put them all on. and now that she had finished her makeover I had to gaze at myself at how good I looked mel and lisa craked up bad at me. only 9:00 now still hour a 40min now. next as slave I was to do mels hair (it was spooky) i was also untied. now next I had to tie lisa up agian at that lisa yelled and stood up but mel had tackled lisa already. As I tied lisa up mel winked at her that could only be bad but i kept goning. when i had finished lisa was mumified. but sadly for me mel waved her right hand and showed me her fingers were crossed (very bad). mel untied lisa in only a few secs with a knife. mel told lisa that now that I was to be punished because I was'nt told to do that. I was mummified back (so much pink) my whole boady was pink.
they had'nt finished by a long shot I was then spanked. after this mel decied to change her "outfit" and cam back out looking like a policewoman holding a pair of handcuffs (this was a big turn on) lisa then ran up the staris and came back looking just like mel she said she was in a play where a cop is found out and tied up she got to keep the props. lisa had a new pink ball gag and fuzzy handcuffs. with the knife I was set loose but to me cuffed with the fuzzy cuffs and lisa came up to me and kissed me. then mel did (she had red lipstick) so very hot. I was then ball gagged I was then tied sprade egale on mel bed I mmmppgghed in amazingness this was a once in a lifetime thing two girls in cop outfits and me being bound and gagged by them WOW! now once agian the phone went and this time lisa went up the stairs. mel was having fun changeing her bracelets. when lisa came back she was grinning ear to ear she told us that there was fog comeing in and mels mum and dad would'nt be driving and they are staying at thier parents place and would be back later tommorow (NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO)!!!!
could things get any worse for me but by now it was almost 10:30 and that mel had to go to bed at 12:00. well now what asked lisa looking at me mel said lets make our slave do some work for us lisa replied alright. So they went on to making me eat a ice cream from thier hands then a pear after that it was ice time I was forced to eat ice (brrrr). next I was untied but my gag and handcuffed to each of them one arm each I was then pulled hard from each side. then I was then brought upstirs and mumiffied agian to the couch in fornt of the T.V they put in some girly movie and left mel told me they were gonna Quiz me later and how I did good/bad I would be made to do. So I watched thankfully it only went for 30min but I had'nt renmbered much of it I was then asked 5Q's I scored 2out of 5 well well well too bad for you slavey said mel. I was told that I had to sleep hogtied gagged while infront of a dripping tap 3 out of 5 was hogtied not gagged on the couch 4 out of five was mummifed on the couch with blanket no gag and 5out of 5 was slepping in mels bed mumiffied and while mel sleeps on top of me in her cop costume and one well you don't want to know! or I could go for a extra Q for a even better prize if I get it right but if I got it wrong! I went for the extra Q and I got it right yes! my prize was that a.) lisa would take of some of her cop costume b.)I would sleep in mels bed c.)I would only be handcuffed and my feet tied to the bedposts.
c.)they will feed me cherrys.if I had lost I would of been naked, tied to a chair, have to be and a makeover(phew). so now it was about 13:00 bed time at 12:00 (mel had already askes if I could stay over). so before I went to bed lisa took off part of her cop suit only bra and panties now (sexy) she then bound my hands with her belt and gagged me with a bandana off the floor and mel took off her belt too and tied my feet with it. They then had funny watching move round on the couch helpless (I really was). Then at 12:00 I was carried down and tied to the bed the way they said and cuffed like they said mel then undid the rest of her cop costume like lisa was in panties and bra (soo hot)! I was handfeed the cherrys mel kissed goodnight then mel hoped in.This was a night to renmber!but what would happen in the morring? I was about to find out...

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Next thing I knew I was being dragged across the ranch.
Then I wound up in the boys room (hotel type place) and
thrown on the bed. A group of boys then tied my hands
behind my back with white rope while another boy took
off my flip flops and tied my bare ankles together.
In between tying me up, they began tickling my bare
feet and kissing me. Then before I knew it, I was in
a hog tie with my bare feet sticking up. Then another
boy came over with duct tape.

I soon pleaded "No you don't need to gag me!" but
too late. He took a strip and covered my mouth with
it. It wasn't too sturdy so I got it off quick, but
then before I knew it he wrapped enough around my
mouth.

Then the boys keept tickling me. I remember looking
in a mirror seeing my bare feet in the air and some
boys tickling them. I kept MPPHING into my gag but
to no use.