Nina was my only close friend in grade school. She had several including boys.

When we started junior hight her friends multiplied, and she was still my only friend.

A boy named Mark was my boyfriend for a brief time. He was 
a good looking muscular typhoon jock, who dumped me in favor
of a rag named Debbie aka Debra. I was jealous of her, and
couldn't accept that. Nina and Debra became friends, although Nina told me they weren't.

I was developing faster than my peers. I was short, slim, and trim, and wore a 32c US bra, by age 13.

Debra was big strong and flat. He older sister was quite a beauty queen, and she was anything but. Well to her credit
she would sing a song called, "Climb every mountain" to taunt a)my breast size b)the fact that she took my boyfriend. She was a good singer-even made some money at it later on. To get back at her I'd say, "hey abra, I mean Debra, sorry to call you by your bra size, almost boobs,(a"size"bra), rather than your name. Another one was , "Hi babra, barely boobs, I mean Debra. Dang size bra will take some time, won't it? She'd always sneer at me when she heard it, and I'd smile with delight.

A lot of guys found Nina good looking, and when we were in public together, I would hold my hands behind my back so boys would notice me-not her. This made her made, and we always started playing practical jokes on each other. Although, sometimes nice to me, Nina would frequently yell at me. My mannerisms bugged her, and my frequent smirking would drive her psycho verbally. That caused me to smirk a lot intentionally, because, as part of our practical joking, I enjoyed seeing her get made. Why should guys like her so much, anyway. "Guys think you'r good looking, and they notice your boobs, but your such a dork, that's why you'r here, bugging the shit out of me", she yelled more than once. She was spending more time with other friends, being frequently mean to me, and I was trying to made her mad more often.

I wrote her many letters at school, and I'd always rant and
rave about the rag in these letters. She kept these letters in a manila envelope.

Onr rainy July day Nina called and asked, if I wanted to spend the night. I told her my mother couln't drive me over. She said her brother would pick me up, so I said OK.
It seemed weird-her brother didn't like to drive, and he didn't like me. With all her yelling at me, he never intruded. Her brother Will, always seemed to be reading.
Once I had to beg of his help. When showering she stole my bra, and threw it atop a street sign. I was to small to get it, so I asked him to. She protested, but he put his book down to get it. I smirked at her, and when he came back he ignored my, "thank you", walked strait to a drawer,
and took a box cutter. He then cut the center panel of my bra. She laughed at me.

He picked me up, and didn't say a word-not unusual. Fifteen minutes later he was gone. Turns out Nina set him up with an attractive girl to A)get me my ride, and B)to get rid of him. 

Nina told me her parents were out of town, and she was being nice to me. We took our showers, before dinner with no jokes surfacing.

Walking down the stairs, Debra and Mark burst through the door, with pizza and bread, much to my chagrin. Total surprise-no knock-nothing. 

Nina said, " Isn't this a nice surprise-let's eat." My eyes rolled.

Nina got paper plates, and 4 cokes. It was really raining hard and loud, and I noticed that the windows with curtains, had them drawn. Wood partitions hid a few windows. With the heavy rain, who could see through windows anyway? I wasn't worried though, Nina only took her jokes so far.

Nina took a couple of pieces of pizza and bread, for Debra, Mark, and she. They all got a coke can too. She took a crumb of pizza, and bread and put it on a plate, and smiled as she handed it to me. Then she went in her kitchen, and came back with a dixie cup 1/10 full of water, and said, "anyone but dorkshit want another coke? The rag took it. Since there were 2 boxes of pizza, I reached for more, but abruptly, Mark pushed me back, and yelled. "I've paid for a couple of your meals, and I'm not going to waste money on a suckass personality like you anymore."

I concluded that no dinner was the joke for the night, so I ate my crumbs and had my sip of water. Nina yelled, "Ya notice how she didn't say thank you? Mark yelled, "Ya know how she took a chair-did we invite her to eat"? Debra yelled, "We're gonna have to teach her some manners". I held my ground, stayed seated, and smirked to make Nina mad. As I was smirking they were whispering and smiling. I wasn't worried- all Nina's jokes were innocent.

The rag said after eating. "My clothes are soaked-Could you dry them Nina? Nina replied, "sure-let's go to the basement".

Walking through the kitchen, I grabbed a bag of potato chips, and ate a few. Done it before, and it always irked Nina. I picked up my next handfull, and Nina yelled. "Mark stop her". He grabbed me by my shirt collar, and yelled, "listen dork-Nina's my fiend, and if you disregard what she say's-you'll have to contend with me. That scared me, and I decided to temper my irking of Nina. 

In the basement Debra removed her jeans and blouse, and was in a bikini. My eyes rolled. 

Then a pillow case was shoved over my head by Mark, and he 
tackled me to the hard concrete floor. He held my hands behind my back while Nina handcuffed me. They then rolled in a folding bed, put the mattress on the floor, and Mark
hogtied me to it. A rope around my torso made my breasts uncomfortable. They took the pillow case off, and were all laughing. They then walked up the stairs, and turned off the light, just leaving me there screaming.

To BE CONTINUED 
 

Ah, I'm 18 what a horrible and wonderful year. Some decent things happened as well as some bad, but in this story their was light tastes of both. 

It was a Friday, and I was sitting in what I call "The Captains Chair" playing on the computer with my internet buddies. I was playing Enemy Terroritory and kicking ass along side my clan sFx.

I had headphones on and wasn't paying to much attentiont o what was going on. I did know that my sister was having company over. Three girls, Andrea, Breana, and Marcy. 

Andrea had to be about 15, Breanna 14, and Marcy 16...

They were doing their usually deal. Hang out in my sisters room (sisters name is Kristen) doing god knows what. While I sat on the computer, playing video games. Taking out 3-4 enemies at a time with my airstrikes. 

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Well it came to around 10pm when they came out. Now, don't ask me why, but it seems around this time girls tend to be into "boys" alot...

Breanna, had almost a fetish for boys including me. (technically I was now an adult, but 18... an't really that adult) So she walked up to me with her nervous grin. She sat in my lap and said.

"Hi, Matt" 

"Hey..."

Was my only reply. I did enjoy it, but I wasnt quite in the mood. I was in the middle of a game.

"Oh, whatever Matt."

She said and walked off. 

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About 10:40 the game was finally over, but as I was about to realize a new game was about to begin.

Now before I go any further let me say I am in no way saying that having any sorta "pleasure" from minors is right. Infact the only reason why I am typing this story is because I'm pretty sure people in this place wont take it the wrong way or else my life is about to end in about 24 hours after posting. With that out of the way, let me continue.
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I was done with the computer, checked my e-mail, said my good byes. It was time to see what the girls were up to. 

They were all laying on the floor, blankets covering them, All in PJs. They were watching a rather grusome movie that I couldnt possibly believe they could get away with at that age. It was called "House of 1,000 Corpses..." If you don't have a clue what its about let me make you a overview real quick.

Its about a group of people who get stuck at a house. But the people they are very very diffrent. They take pleasure in torturing and killing people. I wont give away the ending, but sufficly to say, death is part of the movie.

Now back to the story. They were watching a particular outrages scene near the end. It had a bunch of nude girls (some dead) tied up in varous positions. 

This was a scene they talked about after the movie was over. Then that brought up tying people up. Andrea talked about how at one party they tied up someones little brother. This kinda struck me... I hadn't been tied up in a long while.... or possibly tie them up. 

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"You tied up someones little brother?"

"Yea, it was actualyl kinda fun." Andrea replied

"I'm surprised someone your age knew how to tie someone up"

"Well, I only helped" Andrea

"I guess so, I remember back when I was tied up. They were pretty much your age."

"You were tied up?" Marcy said

"Did you like it?" Breanna said

"Actually I did..."

"Hey Kristen, lets tie your bother up." said Andrea

Kristen of course was kinda iffy, but she agreed for the fun of it. 

She went into the garage and pulled out a 20 foot rope my dad used to pull down trees with. But I told her to put it back, by now I was touching a bit into self tying. I had gotten up to suspension, but I was doubtful that would happen tonight so I decided not to tell them.

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Now this ofcourse leads up to something better than I never thought Id get to,b ut I must stay with how it happened so part II will come later.

I went downstairs into the basement and pulled out a bag wedged between a toychest and the wall. It contained about 20 feet of cut up rope, duct tape, a bicycle chain lock, and strechy rubber tubing rope that I managed to find in a school garabage in gym (dont know why they had it, but I took it and put it into my backpack.) and ofcourse some small handcuffs you could find at toys r us 

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They went right to work. I layed on my stomach in the living room onto of all the blankets n stuff. First Andrea instructed me to put my hands behind my back which I did. She tied one wrist with a part of the 20 foot rope (which was cut into about 4 or so feet sections) 

No matter how many times Ive gotten tied up (by myself or others) it still surprises me the feeling. That tightening, helpless feeling you get is almost intoxicating. 

By now she had gotten both hands tied and behind my back, why she just didnt use the handcuffs I had no idea, but I wasnt going to be picky.

Meanwhile Marcy was working on my feet. She just wrapped my ankles tightly around with the rope and finished it with a good double knot. Then Kristen went by with some duct tape and taped my mouth shut. 

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"Where is he ticklish?" Andrea said

Kristen didnt know surprisingly because we were never into that tickle game. So they just went for places.

By now my tickle spots had changed a little. Feet were no longer my ticklish ares... sure they were ticklish, but not by much. Instead my sides were, but by now my thing for feet had grown imensly and I wanted to be tickled there. However, if they thought it wasnt a ticklish area they wouldnt do it... so I had to fake it. 

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They first started by the neck, which was nothing... I was very ticklish to begin with. Then they hit my sides. I flinched briefly trying to hold it in as best I can... Holding my breath seemed to deaden the urge to laugh. 

Next came the legs, which of course were nothing. Then finally they tried the feet (I was wearing socks) It barely tickled at all, but I faked it squirming and putting on a grand show for them. They soon removed my socks and began tickling even harder and I faked them out again with my whispering laughs (to not wake the my parents) and squirming all over the blankets. Their slender fingers working at the soles of my feet. 

Andrea apparently enjoyed the way I laughed and wanted more. 

Breanna this whole time watched and smiled she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was.

Then they stopped, and Andrea asked.

"Lets tie him down to something..."

HELLO! I thought. I muffled in my makeshift gag (which really wasnt much of a gag, all I had to do was lick the tape and it would come off.) I told them there was a guest bed downstairs. (which use to be mine till I got a better one. I led them into the basement, this was the best place in house. Parents were sleeping and unlikely to come down to the basement. Plus theyre was support poles, a gaming table, rafters, and the guest bedroom/second office... 

My girlfriend, Mirna, and I are into goth. She’s still in high school. We spend a lot of time with friends but mostly when I’m not working, we watch tv at her place. She really likes CSI and Law and Order and other police shows. And she complains that I talk too much while she’s watching her favorite programs. One night she got mad at me and said she thought she should tape my mouth shut so I would stop talking and spoiling her program. I said, I’m sure! And she said – so you think I won’t do it, and I said no.

She got up and went to the closet in the kitchen and came back with a roll of duck tape and tore off a piece and put it right over my mouth and pushed it down. Then she wrapped tape around my head a few times. Then she said I should put my hands behind my back and she taped them together. She said that was so I wouldn’t reach up and pull off the tape.

Her mother came in to watch tv with us later and saw me with the tape and said she was surprised Mirna hadnt taped me up a long time ago because I talk too much. After that, every time I went to be with Mirna, out comes the tape and I’m tied and gagged. But I complained about the tape on my face and stuff it left on my hands. Mirna said she knew about a novelty shop in town, so we went there and bought handcuffs and a red ball gag. It was much better.

Then we decided to go see the new Superman movie. But Mirna said I talk too much in the movies too and we needed to do something about it. I said that she couldn’t tie me up in public, but she said she could. Before se left her house, she tied my arms behind my back with my wrists next to my elbow. She used duck tape to tape my fingers to my arms and she put rope around my upper body holding my arms against my side. It felt really great as I have found I like being tied up. Then she put my coat on over my body so the rope and tape didn’t show.

We went to the movie and found seats near the back. I thought it was really weird sitting there tied up with so many people around and nobody knowing. When the lights went off, Mirna took out the ball gag and fixed it in my mouth. I liked the movie and I liked being tied up there in the theater. She had to remember to get the gag out before they turned the lights back on. Then we left the theater and went to her house where she kept me tied up until it was time for me to go home.

Mirna says sometime shes going to keep me tied up all weekend. Ill let you know if that happens.

Jason

Know you'll exercise care yet this polite reminder can do no harm - always keep it -

- Safe

- SANE and in paricular,

- with whomever is tied up, his / her, CONSENT

And it cannot be emphasized enough how even more things can get out of hand and WITHOUT the one's tied CONSENT when he or she has been gagged.

Now that you've suffered (yet another) lecture from an OLD 'dude,' enjoy :) have fun :)

"Laz," the OLD 'dude'

Everyone else, thanks for posting.

We passed the middle room with the gaming table... might need that later. And finally the guest bedroom. I remember when I used to sleep in this bed as a child, who knew Id have 3 girls tying me up in it years later.

We cleaned off the bed a little bit. Boxes had been stacked up to make room on the floor. Then Andrea instructed me to lay down on my back, which I complied. 

I guess now would be a good time to decribe these girls. Andrea, was a medium hieght, pale, black haired, skinny girl. Very attractive... almost dominating look and the blakc hair seemed to amplify her. She was wearing pjs, light red.

Marcy was a tall dark brown haired girl with small glasses. She always smiled, but was usually silient. She always wore them damn "Naughty bunny" jammies or whatever the hell you call them and of course her goofy toe socks. 

Breanna was a semi chubby, black girl. She was the shortest of the 3, but very suductive from her "playfulness" (I kid u not she is as close as u can get to jail bait without it being jailbait) She wore jeans and a t shirt for her pjs.

and finally my sister... She was a semi short, blonde girl. She was atractive... but obvously I had no interest in her (though other males tended to). She is weaker in strength, but knows... "where to hit" if u know what i mean. She was another one of those damn naughty bunny fans.

and then there is of course me. Tall, dark brown messy haired Matt.... skinny as a stick (only wieghed around 140 at the time) I was one of those people that wore his day clothes to bed... so I had on baggy jeans and a t shirt, and though not originally, but now barefoot.

I layed down on the bed, I could barely fit in a stretch of spread eagle. 

By now the girls were giggling. Andrea went to work first with my hands while my sis went with my feet. Course I didnt want my sis to tye up my feet so I noted to Andrea that shed be far better at tying my to the ebd than kristen... whiched worked.

Andrea stepped over my body on the bed and started to tie my left hand. (the bed was against the wall, left hand side) Her bare feet were just inches away from my face, but unfortunatly she didnt seem to notice my facination and I was yet too shy to tell anyone. I felt the rope tighten around my wrist and then my arm being stretched as she wrapped it around the wooden bedpost. She finished the tie with a double knot, then crawled back over me to tie the other wrist. 

By now my breath had quicked to twice its normal amount. Slightly light headed from hyperventilating over the excitment I watched as Andrea tied up my second wrist. That wonderful feeling of utter helplessness once again flowing through me like a high caffine drink. After both hands were tied I tested my bonds. They were strong... she went for my feet next and grabbed my ankle. Proceeding to tickle the bottom of my foot. I laughed and pulled it away. I wasnt going to let them finish with just a half job. Finally she realized if she was going to tickle me fully she would have to finish tying me up to spread eagle. She grabbed my other foot and kneeled down. For a very split second of fantasy I thought she was gunna lick my foot. (give me a break, when ur in "the high" u mind starts doing its wishsful thinking lol) but of course she just wanted to get a better angle to tie my foot. Regaurdless of her intensions the explosive feeling running through me was going nuclear. I could feel her breath on my foot and its was getting to be too much. Who the heck would think that there is something worse than tickle torture that still wont get u sued.

I could feel the rope tighten around my ankle almost painfully. Then felt my leg being stretch as she tied my foot to the bed post... then she moved to the other foot... her hands touching my barefoot, grabbing it and pulling it towards her sent annother blood rush to me. I felt the final tug as I was completly bound spread eagle out on my old bed. I looked around the room. MArcy was of course smiling, Breanna look like she wanted to make out with me, Kristen was on the verg eof laughing. and Andrea was going for the feet lol.

I squirmed agian, but this time no use... I discovered the mistake that self bondage is so much weaker than when someone really ties you up. I was indeed helpless to the girls.
Then Kristen went for my sides unexpectedly and I laughed far more, squirming the pain of the ropes holding me to the bed. The girls looked at me... and it was about now the word "crap" was running into my mind. They have discovered my weak spot.

just ask for his older brother and then tell him to tie his little brother up wearing his high school wrestling uniform.

i took a picture of him wearing it. i'll email it to you if you want (i don't have any place to upload it and i'm not messing around with photobucket or anything). email me at trajcenedev@hotmail.com and i'll send it. you can blackmail him with it.

have fun

My mother had told me that my cousins were coming over to visit later that afternoon. I came down from my bedroom when I heard the front door bell ring. 
Jess walked in with her Mum and her two younger sisters. Her Mum (my autie) stopped in the hallway and began removing her shoes - we had a strict NO SHOES rule in our house - "Take your shoes off" she barked at my three cousins. Penny and Vicky began removing their footwear, but Jess just started wiping her feet on the entry Mat. She was wearing her black Doc Marten boots that she wore everywhere, they were adorable - shiny black leather, laced up tighly with yellow laces. Jessica's outfit was completed with black knee length stockings, black shorts and a white T-shirt; I was desperate to engage her in a tying up game. 
The young family finally made their way into our living room, Jessica's boots still tightly laced to her feet. 'How had she got away with leaving her boots on?'I thought to myself. 
After about half-hour or so our Mums were deep in conversation and my two younger cousins were playing in the study. It was time to strike, "Do you want to play in my room" I asked Jess "okay" she responded without any hesitation. We made our way up stairs to my room, I led the way and on entering my bedroom, I turned, looked down at her feet and said "Take your boots off". Jess stopped in her tracks, staring in disbelief at my request, "...take them off, you don't need them on in the house" I continued. "They're not muddy" she said "...do I have to?". "I'll tell you what, we'll play a game and if you win you can leave them on" I suggested "What game?" she quizzed. I pulled my dressing gown belt out of my cupboard. "I'll tie your hands togetther, if you get free then you win, if you can't, then I win". Jess looked puzzelled "Errrr [she said to herself, before looking down at her boots], okay, but don't hurt me". Jess then put her wrists together and held them out for me to tie. I gently ran the belt around her wrists pulling them together and knotting it tightly. "get out of that" I said. Jess then began to struggle frantically to free her hands, twisting and pulling them to no avale. After about 5 minutes she stopped, looked at me and said "I can't do it", "oh well, I win" was my response, I then pushed her back causing her to land on my bed, she couldn't right herself due to her bound hands. I bent down and began unlacing her right boot, "STOP!! NO!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she shouted "I'll take them off, not you" she said. "Too late" I responeded. She started kicking her feet to prevent me finishing the act. "Do I have to tie your feet as well" I asked her, she stopped kicking and laid meek as I continued to loosen the laces of her right boot. I started pulling the lace out of each hole, one by one, "What are you doing, don't take the laces out". I ignored her and continued, I eventually pulled the lace free of her boot. Her boot sat loosely on her foot. I put her lace in my pocket and eased her boot off. Obviously, it slipped off easily, leaving her stockinged foot hanging before me - the smell of warm leather seeped out from the boot in my hand. I then grabbed her right stocking at the toe end and pulled hard, it started to slip off down her leg. "Not my stockings, that wasn't the deal", it was too late, her right foot was naked. I then took the lace from my pocket and tied her feet together, her bare and booted foot being forced together by the strength of the lace, I deliberately tied her feet just above the top of her left boot, in order to remove her remaining shoe. I then began picking at the double bow lacing of her left boot - Jess just laid still, closely watching my actions, resigned to losing her other boot. After a short while it was undone. I then continued to loosen the laces of her boot towards her toes, until it was loose enough to pull off. I then grabbed the boot - at the back of her heel and across the front - and yanked it off. Her feet dropped back down towards the floor, one stockinged and one bare. I held both her boots up in one hand like trophies, saying "these are mine, they're mine". "Okay" was her response "you win this time, can you untie me now?". I did what Jess requested and untied her, but I was a little worried about the meaning of "you win, THIS TIME". 

Why do you keep setting up that kid?

It's wrong.

dann

This then is a nit pick and thrown up in the air not for my benefit (tho' it _would_ help me surfing over the posts) but for those of you that might yourselves find this notion useful. Do _you_ -

- believe "double spacing" or hitting the ENTER key a couple times every few lines may help break up long, unbroken, paragraphs?

- Also up in the air not as something I expect done for me, but for others here ? Some people hit CAPS LOCK and type on ... do _you_ feel thumbing off CAPS may make posts more pleasant to read ?

... realizing of course that certain terminals / emulators just don't do mixed case.

There I go 'gain, OLD 'dude' mouthing off where not invited to. Thanks for letting me spout off.

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that would be my old bed… and to give u a general idea…. 

And here's a pic of something that’s going on ether in this part… or the next.

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Anyway to the story.

Brianna kneeled down by my head and started to whisper
“You enjoying this Matt?” “You having fun?”

Well I was enjoying it, but for how long I don’t know…

Andrea was still working on my feet, her sharp nails digging into my sole sending some surprisingly strong tickling sensations. But the worst was soon to come. Kristen and Marcy were over by my stomach… my sides fully exposed I braced myself for what was coming.

Marcy dug deep into my sides and I went stiff in almost painful tickle torture.

Brianna giggled and watched as I flinched when Kristen went for my other side… 

By now, I could no longer hold it in and started to laugh louder than I wanted to. Kristen told me to shut up, but I couldn’t help it. 

My sister went to the shoot and got a sock… she was about to put it in my mouth but I protested. The sock was nasty, if she was gunna shove something in my mouth it was going to be clean.

“Stop tickling him, just give me a second” Kristen said, she apparently went upstairs and got a sock from the sock basket

Andrea giggled and with the back of her fingers lightly stroked the bottom of my foot I could feel the rush coming back just as Kristen returned. This time I reluctantly allowed her to put the sock in my mouth, then came the duct tape.

Now they resumed tickling me… yes I know had a refused the gag they may of stopped, but I wasn’t going to stop, even for painful side tickling. This was too rare a chance. 

I felt 4 hands going up and down my sides making me squirm even more. I could feel the ropes biting into my wrist and ankles but didn’t care… 

By now I had broken out into a sweat and was started to get exhausted… however, they continued sweating me down to the point were I was starting to get worried if id have the fight left to get myself free…

The girls finally started to notice.

“Had enough Matt?” Brianna asked

I just breathed heavily through the gag (which is remarkably hard to do lol) 

Brianna played with my hair a little bit looking into my eyes with… with… was that seduction? No… im fantasizing again. 

Finally they stopped and I was prepared to be finally untied, but no… they just left me, spread eagle on my bed.

I did have one thing going for me… the bed was small… so if I stretched I could catch the knot of one of my wrist with my teeth. 

And so it began… stretching, painful stretching… I stretch my wrist closer and with a little twist of the body manage to get the knot in my mouth. 

I slowly started to unknot the double she made I slowly loosed it, but couldn’t quite get it untied… so I pulled on it a little and it tightened back up… but added a bit of length to the rope… I did it again (much easier now that I didn’t have to stretch so much) I finally broke free on one side… my wrist was burning, not intensely but still burning. I reached over and untied my other wrist. Then went for my ankles… I finally was free… but still tired so I clasped back down on the bed and rested…
 

I don’t know how much time went by… I actually think I started to doze off… but I woke up to someone coming down the stairs…

I had an idea… I moved over to the other side of the door and hide n wait…
It was Brianna; she had come down alone… I started to wonder what she would do had I still been tied up, but no… had to concentrate on what was at hand.

She entered the room and immediately realized I was free, but didn’t do much… I grabbed her from behind and she just smiled… 

I pushed her on the bed

“What are you going to do to me Matt?” she said I swear to god it was provocatively

I took the rope and proceeded to tying one of her wrist…

Secretively I would of rather had Marcy or Andrea… or both lol, but she will do…

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/everyskyline/56586761/ 

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ENJOY! 

Please answer, someone!

I love 

duct tape
gags 
any kind of tape
rope 
leather
work out mates
leather chairs
bare feet
flip flops
socks
sandles
 

I love 

duct tape
gags 
any kind of tape
rope 
leather
work out mates
leather chairs
bare feet
flip flops
socks
sandles
 

"Goddamn you'r boring- I've been hearing 'help me', fore ever it seems", said Nina. She continued," Help with what?-
you'r not even specific. " I begged, "undo me please".
Mark shoved a flat sandal in my mouth, which I had worn. It was tied to a rope which he used to secure it. "that'll help her". ,he said, "now she won't waste her time screaming for help". The taste of the rope, and shoe in my mouth was terrible. "I always thought she could stick her foot in her mouth-I know she can stick her shoe in her mouth", laughed Rag. "I'll undo her", ranted rag. She moved her hands down my back and undid my bra. As she did so she pushed on my back, unnecessarily, I'm sure, to push my breasts down. It hurt a lot. I could mumble with the shoe in my mouth, but Nina would just say, "How can I hear you, when you mumble like that?" Thet started up the stairs, and then came back. "Oh, we forgot something", said Nina. My hopes rose. She then though Rags' clothes in the washer. My hopes sank. Rag and Jock weren't leaving soon.

They went up the stairs, turned off the left, and left me with a shoe tied in my mouth. All I could do was try to get my hands free. The cuff chain was tied so I couldn't even touch the ropes.

About 5 minutes later the door opened, the lights went on and they walked down. I was confident I'd be released. The pillow slip was placed over my head. Mark yelled, "Now don't move your hands, if you squirm you'll reget it".
I didn't desist. Turn out they duct taped my hands, and used a small piece of nylon hose to serve the same function 
that a handcuff chain serves. They undid the cuffs. Rag and Nina took sewing needles to jab me in different areas. It really hurt, but I couldn't get unbound. "We're going to torture you, and we don't want your wrists bruised, or maybe just not yet", Nina sneered. My hopes sank, I didn't know what was coming or when I'd be released. Rag held the cuffs in front of me, and laughed," The key turning point involving these cuffs wasn't what you wanted-get it ?"

Mark untied my gag and they ignored my pleas for mercy. He then untied my ankles and he and rag promptly put one on a pillow and sat on it. My feet were hanging over the bed. I
was embarred because now my undies were showing, if one wanted to look. Nina pulled my nightshirt up, just above my waist, to make it more embarrasing. She then took a bucket, and placed it under my abdominal area. 

Nina said, "You think you're funny, and soon you'll know we are." Rag and Jock started tickling my feet, and I went bananas. Nina was inches from my face and laughing a lot. After about a minute they tied my arms more securely, because Mark said, "We don't want any shoulder injuries from this." The rope around my torso was loosened some. They timed things, so that after 45 seconds of tickling I'd get 15 seconds of rest. During the fifteen seconds the ticklers would pinch the bottom of my butt, which is very discomforting. After 5 minutes they would trade places, so each one tickled my right foot, left foot, and was in front of my face. When I was laughing with my mouth frozen open, all three, would stick my sandal in my mouth. They held the sandal with pliers, giving me no chance to bite a finger. Nina and Rag used an umbrella to poke my breasts. Due to the tickling, my back went up as much as the rope allowed, and I couldn't move it down. I tried my best to hold it, but I ended up pissing 3 times. 15 minutes times 3/4 equals 11minutes, 15 seconds of being tickled, plus sopping wet undies.

After the tickling, Mark tied my ankles together, and tied them to the bed. They then took ice which they slid down my front, and then they each took 2 pieces which they held to my back with wash rags. Nina and rag held the ice in back so by pushing down ,it hurt my brests. My pleas were ignored. The ice torture lasted about 5 minuted.

TO BE CONTINUED 

o.k everyone remember where I'm at if you can't renmber look at the first and second part of my story.

as I slep I had a intreasting dream about bondage but that not inportant. As I woke up I heared lisa and mel talking together and as I opened my eyes I figered I was blindfolded because I could'nt see anything. as I moved about I figered I was handcuffed gagged and still tied to the bed just where I was. I heard them come over and mel took off the blindfold . when I saw them they were looking quite happy for some reason (must be bad). mel went off and changed out of her p.js lisa was already changed (she had gone home). I checked the time it was 8:36 oh yeah lisa said mels parents are be back at at 2:00 but they will should be get home at 3:00 or so so we have you for quite awile yet. well time to have more fun slave said mel first things first we need to untie you and so they did. next as lisa was holding me mel hogtied me once agian but this time with some pink ribbon. I was then taken up stairs lisa said that they want to pay me back for winning our quiz yesterday. They first was ethier coming to strip me naked (aside from my undies) or give me another makeover. They picked strip me. first mel took my top off then pants singlet then my socks then she gagged me with them yuck well at leat they were clean now watching me squirm they decieded to change what they were wearing into something cuter so they left me there. and came back later all dressed up mel was in pink and lisa was in black. now this was amazing they were looking really cute . Mel then told me they were going to do more things to me but were still deciding what to do . I was blindfolded with mels bandana and spun me around many times. I lied down on what ( I think) was the floor. When they undid the blindfold I was in mel parents room. They were going to give me a new quiz on girly stuff. I did’nt get any right of their Qs. I was now going to be toured for them I was blindfolded again and lifted up. I was put in lisa’s car boot and they drove off. I was moved inside lisa place. now for my first punishment I had to clean their shoes with a tooth brush in my mouth. Next I was tied to lisas bed (spread egale) and tickled. Now I found out something lisa would tie up her boyfriend here and keep him there for long periods of time. lisa said she had tons of bondage stuff there she did have lots about 6 ballgags, 20 bananas, 7 handcuffs, 12 rolls of tape, rope, ribbon, scarf’s, belts and then she said she wanted to a.)use all of them on me and b.) get even more items. So now first I was made to put more bracets on. first I was first gagged with 2bandanas in my mouth and then a ball gag then with a belt feet were tied next with rope I was tied down to the bed then handcuffed hands and feet then I was blindfolded again with the scarfs then mummified with tape then the bandanas on my face to finish it. By this time escape was at 0%.I was suck like that for qute awile. Whe th lindfold s removed i saw lisa an mel looking pretty happy. they unid most of my bonds but my gags and handcuffs I was moved in to the kitchen and put on the table I was then taped to it (handcuffs removed). they were hungry so they made themselfs lunch. they started by removeing my gags but put a apple in my mouth and then lisa ate it. now mel put a pear in my mouth and ate that. then next was choclate they ate it in front of me. now they were wondering what to do next dress themselfs or tickle me. They picked both. they left me there and changed and blindfolded me. but by now the time was only an hour and a half till mel parents would be back. when they came back I was tickled like hell for 3min. As one more punisment I had to chose one a.)be untied and get to tie them up but be spanked and be given something bad b.) was stay there until time was up but had to wear pink or c.) be punised but won't be bother o or2 weeks. well I thought a.) sounded good but the secert would wait... 

ps:I still have to this day.

... if your story is -not- fantasy ...

then it is, in plain speech, RAPE, and MUST be reported.

Yet another lecture, I'm certain, from one who once, was of your peer group ...

It has been replaced with a new system of like-minded, poorly editied stories (although there are some exceptions) scattered few and far between classified ads for bondage hook-ups and links to all sorts of vidoes and pictures.

I have held my tongue for a couple of months, hoping it would be a phase that passed through, but is this what you want this site to be Canuck? I think it has truly scared off some of the more talented writers, for example Nicholas H. and Kidnapboy.

As always, just a concerned citizen.

I took a piece of rope that was originally binding me to the bed and tied a good X type wrap around her hands... then tied it off with a triple knot.

Then I moved to her socked feet and did the same kinda of wrap and knot.

Finally I took out the stretchy rubber tubing rope and wrapped it tightly around the table... it works surprisingly well as a good binding tool. After about 6 warps around I double knotted it and admired my work. 

She was enjoying it I could tell... that and the fact she said... I quote.

"Now that I'm tied up, what are you going to do to me?" 

my response was playfully simple enough

"What I always do to helpless girls..."

I decided to have some fun while I had her tied. I removed her socks and started to tickle them. She wasnt very ticklish at all down there to my disappointment... infact after trying to tickle her sides, neck, underarms... I found out shes damn near dead when it came to tickling. I finally gave up and just watched her playfully stuggle against her bonds. About 15 minutes passed before Kristen and Marcy realized that Briana hasnt come back yet, that meant of course ether she was suducing my bound body on the bed or I had captured her lol. Sadly it was the later ;) 

They found her, laughed a little and untied her... then we went upstairs they watched more tv. I cleaned up then went back to my video games before heading off to bed.

I thought it would be over, that this was the last time I ever would experience being tied up by them, but I was wrong. Soon after damn near every time one of Kristen's friends came over we'd have a tie up game... or two. And allthough I don't want to give away too much for my next short, but certainly not boring story. But suspension did eventually come...

END

Jason

we got in the pool for like 5mins then we got out. we dried off and went inside she put her blose back on and the same with her skirt. we sat on the couch on wotched tv and im thinking my attack plan out...then i siad to erika hang on a min.she ok so i ran into my room and grabbed 3rolls on duct-tape and alot of rope. i then yelled to her erika come here.

she walked up the stairs and i quickly grabbed her...she had just takin her cloths bak off so she was in her bathing suit.she let out a yell so i put my hand over her mouth.i then carried her to my room. then i grabed some rope and rapped it right above her breast and the same right below.next i grabbed a bandanna and cleved gagged her.then i took some more rope and tied her ankles togather amd i did the same for her tighs. she started squiming and mhpping.

and here we are nowi can here her in my room MMHHPPIng got to get bak to that. to be continued...

email me and i promise i will email you bak.

we got in the pool for like 5mins then we got out. we dried off and went inside she put her blose back on and the same with her skirt. we sat on the couch on wotched tv and im thinking my attack plan out...then i siad to erika hang on a min.she ok so i ran into my room and grabbed 3rolls on duct-tape and alot of rope. i then yelled to her erika come here.

she walked up the stairs and i quickly grabbed her...she had just takin her cloths bak off so she was in her bathing suit.she let out a yell so i put my hand over her mouth.i then carried her to my room. then i grabed some rope and rapped it right above her breast and the same right below.next i grabbed a bandanna and cleved gagged her.then i took some more rope and tied her ankles togather amd i did the same for her tighs. she started squiming and mhpping.

and here we are nowi can here her in my room MMHHPPIng got to get bak to that. to be continued...

email me and i promise i will email you bak.

Anyway, thanks for saying something about this. I wanted to for a long time also.

Jon J.

pictures are NOT in fact worth a thousand words...
 

pictures are NOT in fact worth a thousand words...
 

This board is definitely not getting the same quality stories it had some time ago – speaking in writing style and editing, for I cannot judge someone’s experience. I’m not saying you have to be an English teacher to post, but sure punctuation, good grammar usage and well-structured texts are far more comfortable to read and understand. Furthermore, these kinds of stories have decreased enormously, with one or two exceptions maybe, per month.

And more importantly, the content and type of stories has also strayed away from the initial purpose this board was created for. Let’s get back to when tie-up games used to be fun.

I have to admit I like some of the pics/vids but they also have to go. There are clubs where those can be shared with no problem whatsoever.

I know this is only another boring complain, but in my opinion it is important, for the record, to let Canuck know there are some of us concerned with what this once excellent and entertaining board is turning into.

I make a call for those who liked the former board to speak up and post the type of stories that really belong here. 

If not you, then who? If not now, when?

Jon J., your stories will be greatly appreciated, as always.

Take care all,

Yea although I do enjoy watching someone hobble around all tied up in a video, this isnt the place. Stories are what we do here, (its called imagination :P) 
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One last note I will be writing a another story, however It may be in 2 weeks depending on how things go as I'm in the process of moving to the otherside of the country.

GreenBeretUsetaBe

It's called Dude Ranch Bondage.

The site seems to be falling into the hands of (barely) functional illiterate teeners. Nothing at all wrong with teeners, but when they abuse both language and credibility to the extent that they have been here, then it is time for change.

This happened on Monday.

I took my neighbor, Jeff, along with me to the swimming pool when he said his Mom wouldn't let him go alone. He's 11 and knows I go to the pool at the park almost every day. Usually I go with Connor, Roger and Pete, but they were all busy and I didn't want to go by myself either. 

When we got to the pool and was changing in to our swim suits, he noticed some red marks on my arms and legs and asked what they were. My friend Connor had tied me up that morning on one of our bets, when he was over, and the marks were still there.

So, I told Jeff they were rope marks from a game of "escape" that me and Connor played a lot. I bragged that I could escape from any sort of tie up. Jeff just smirked and said, 'Yeah, right".

We went out to the pool to swim, and had a great time swimming and diving. Jeff was a pretty good swimmer, and I told him he could come with us anytime he wanted to.

On the way home, as we talked of other things, Jeff asked me if I could really get out of anybody's tie up. I told him I sure could, bragged again of how good I was at freeing myself, even from any of the Scouts in my troop. Actually, I was dropping hints all over the place.

Finally I said, "I will even let you tie me up and show you I can get out of any way you tie me. Want to try?"

"I bet I could tie you up so you couldn't get loose", Jeff said, "But, you have to do it yourself, ok? Get out I mean."

"'course," I said. "Don't worry, you won't have to untie me. I'll be out of it a few minutes after you get me tied, you'll see." 

We went straight to my room, after grabbing a couple of Mountain Dews from the kitchen, and I pulled the box of ropes from under my bed.

"Wow", Jeff said, "You got enough ropes to tie up a elephant in there." He reached in and pulled out the first rope, about five ft. long, and said, "OK, you asked for this. Turn around and cross your hands."
 
 
 
 
 

http://tieandgag.14.forumer.com/index.php

This is a link to my new forum about bondage. I hope that somebody will come and enjoy speaking about bondage and posting the stories (either fictional or true).

Thank you very much

http://tieandgag.14.forumer.com/index.php

This is a link to my new forum about bondage. I hope that somebody will come and enjoy speaking about bondage and posting the stories (either fictional or true).

Thank you very much

I began to think that perhaps Jeff had done this kind of thing before. It had not occured to me to ask him if he had ever been tied up, or tied anyone else up. 

I was even more sure that he knew something of what he was doing when he quickly tied my elbows close together and said,
"That's so you can't slide your hands under your butt and get them in front and use your teeth."

"Now Jon, please," He was grinning at me now, "Lay down on the bed, on your belly, and cross your feet too."

He then tied my ankles like he had my hands, crossed and in between, with the knots out of reach in front. I was already thinking this was going to be harder to get out of than I expected. I was only hoping I wouldn't embaress myself if it took me much longer than I told Jeff it would.

I turned my head to see Jeff holding up one of the twenty foot lengths of rope.
"Now I'll show you why you won't be getting loose from all this by yourself."

He tied one end of the rope around my ankles, then took a couple of turns in between. He then drew the rope through my hands and pulled, while pushing my legs down until my heels were touching my butt. I was in a good hogtie. 

Wrapping the rope around my hands a couple of times, he then took the remainder of the rope up to the one securing my elbows and at last tied it off with several knots.

"There ya go Jon. Let's see you get out of that one. Ha, ha. You can't get to the only knots that will let you untie the rest. Your fingers sure can't streach that far up. Oh, I forgot to tell you something. Me and my cousin used to do this all the time. When I tied him like this, he never got out of it. You won't either. But, remember Jon, you asked for this."

He walked over to where his shoes and shirt had been thrown, picked them up, and headed for the door.

"Hey, where you going", I was worried now. "If I can't get out, you have to untie me Jeff."

"Oh, no. You said you could get out of anything, if I tied you up. And you said I wouldn't have to untie you, remember?" He laughed out loud then, and said, "Well, you asked for it. I am not going to untie you. Have fun!"

He walked out the door, closing it be hind him, still laughing as he went out the front door.

The ropes weren't so tight that they hurt any place, and I really wasn't that uncomfortable. But being so helpless and alone, I guess I panicked a little, and began thrashing around and jerking at the ropes trying to pull one of them loose. Nothing gave at all, so I quit jerking at them in a few minutes and lay still. I sure didn't want to roll myself off the bed hogtied as I was.

After what must have been an hour, I heard the front door and thought I also heard my name called. My guess was that Jeff had returned to see if I was still all tied up as he had left me, and rub it in some more. Or hopefully, let me go.

I was turning my head as the bedroom door opened, and saw Connor's face peeking around the door, his eyes as big as quarters. Then he burst out laughing, and hurried over to the bed.

He didn't untie me right away, but started tickling one of my bare feet, still chuckling and looking me over.
"Who did this to you Jon, and left you like this?"

"Stop doing that and get me untied" I yelled at him. "The knots are up there on my arm I think."

It took Connor almost ten minutes to untie me. I explained what had happened and told him if was Jeff who had tied me up and left. I added that he had tricked me. After all, I was 13 and embaressed that Jeff, an 11 year old, had pulled such a good joke on me, and that I fell for it.

It could have been much worse, if it had been my Mom who had come home to find me tied up, and trying to explain it to her.

I expect to have my turn at Jeff before the Summer is over.
 

Jon J.
 

Thanks again for your nice comments.

Jon 

Here are the first two:
 
 
 
 

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Getting Duct Taped by George

Hello, my name is James, I'm 16 and from Australia.

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 first tie-up game though, and Ill post more stories soon.
 
 

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Duct Taping George - Caught? (Story 2 - Part 1 of 2)

Hello everybody. A couple of days ago ( June 3rd 2006 - 02:36:11 AM) I told the story of George (16) Duct Taping me (also 16). Well about a week or two after that day, I got my turn to tie him up.

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.
 
 
 

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"Wheres George?" I heard my Mum ask.

I stared in disbelief. She asked again.

"Upstairs", I said still confused on why they were home so early.

"Game was cancelled" my younger brother said, as if he had read my mind. He then started to run upstairs. I was in a bad situation - my bedroom door was left open with George lying hogtied on the bed. I ran upstairs after Andrew (my younger brother) trying to get ahead of him, but it was too late.

George looked up, still lying hogtied and gagged with duct tape on my bed.

"Hey.. what the...?" Andrew asked. I pushed him into my room and closed the door.

"You have to promise not the tell anyone." I told him.

Andrew agreed with a smirk on his face, and left the room. I untied George who was a bit surprised at what had happened, and we decided to play some video games until he had to go home.
 
 

So as things had it, me and George had enjoyed 2 tie up games, and my younger brother had just found out. Don't worry, I still have had more tie up stories to post, and they do get better as they go along. 
 
 
 

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Ill post the rest of the stories soon.
- Thanks

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After a few more events, summer came(Last summer). After two weeks in, it seemed like all of my friends had gone away. My parents trusted me alot. Because of that, they had just left on a trip together for a little over two weeks, the other day. Sarah had also gone on vacation with her parents, and would not be back for several weeks.
I thought I would have a boring summer.

I was wrong.

...

I went for a walk just before dark the next day. When I came back to the house. The door was cracked open. I didnt think anything of it, I just had probably not closed it shut. When I was a few yards into the house, I noticed the lights were off. That set off the alarms, but a little too late.

I heard a footstep and whipped around. Five people dressd in black, and wearing ski masks stood behind me. I turned to run, but one of them tackled me.

One pair held my wrists together, while another held my ankles together. The last one gagged me with a strip of tape.

I screamed through the gag, wondering what they wanted with me. Suddenly, things got creepy as in my panic, I sure I was being kidnapped by some strange perverts.

The one who wasnt holding me, shaved all my hair, except for the hair on my head. Then, they stripped off my pants and boxers. All of "that" hair, and any they misseed was shaved. Then the one who wasn't holding me down reached into a bag. She took out a lacy black thong and put it on me. The process was repeated with my shirt, only the free one put on a lacy black bra, and stuffed the cups with socks. The free one then put a shoulder-length blond wig on my head.

They then started to tie me up. One pair duct-taped my wrists, while another pair did the same with my ankles. I was taped at the knees, thighs, ankles, waist and above and below the bra cups. I screamed through my gag for help the whole time.

I struggled and mmpphhed on the floor as loud as I could.

"Are we ready to go?", one asked.

"Not yet," said another.

"He's too loud."

"I can fix that," said a disticntly female voice.

The owner of the voice was wearing a skirt. She slipped the panties she was wearing around her ankles and took them off. They were lacy, black, bikini panties. She then came over and took off the tape covering my mouth.

I tried to call for help, panic evident in my voice.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? HHELLL-mph!"

My cries were stifled by the panties that had just been crammed in my mouth. They were wet, and tasted awful.

Before I could spit them out, a strip of duct tape that stretched from ear to ear, was smoothed over my mouth. Three more stirps were streched across my face, so that the result was my face was covered in duct tape from ear-to-ear, and from nose-to-chin. 

I tried to cry for help again, but all that came out were soft gurgles. Satisfied, I was thrown over someone's shoulder, and we left, one of them stopping to lock the door for some odd reason.

I was quickly carried to their car and shut in the trunk. It opened a moment later, and the last thing I saw, was a strip of duct tape descending to meet my eyes. 

I heard the trunk shut again, and we drove off. We drove for about ten minutes, and then I blacked out.

...

When I came to, I felt myself being carried over someone's shoulder into a house. I began to voice a few muffled, inaudible cries. I was spanked and the female voice said to shut up, or she would do it again. I wimpered and fell silent.

I was carried down the stairs, and into what I presumed to be(And later, found out was.)the basement.

I was roughly dropped into a high-backed, hardwood chair. I gave a small mph, as it hurt my already stinging butt.

I heard a clinking sound and felt cold metal. Then to my horror, I realized they were chaining me to the chair. I was then chained tightly to the chair above and below my fake breasts, around my elbows, waist and wrists, knees and shins. My ankles were pulled back painfully and chained to a crossbar under the chair. To finish, they chained my thighs to the seat of the chair. There was a series of soft clicks, as padlocks locked the chains into place.

When I tried to move, I couldnt budge an inch, and the chains gave a soft clink every time I moved.

I felt warm breathing on my face. It was the female voice.

"You're gonna be here for quite a while," she said with a seductive, teasing tone.

"So get comfortable. 'Kay?"

She patted my cheek, said "Buh-Bye," in an overly friendly tone and went up the stairs and locked the door, as I moaned in a despairing, fearful tone, begging to be set free.

I had been kidnapped. I was crossdressed, bound inescapibly, gagged strictly, chained to a chair in a basement of a strange house, perhaps hours away from my home, and people wouldn't notice I was gone until my parents got back in fifteen days.

I was more scared then I had ever been in my life.

...
I hopefully will continue the story. Those few who might remember my previous stories, will know that I had nothing to fear. But at the time I wasn't thinking rationally.

I excused my self for a few minutes and went into the garage where I got wood from the pile stacked in the garage and piled it around a post in the center of the two car garage. Then I got some white cotton rope and tied it to the pole. All was ready to burn Nancy at the stake.

I went back outside and Nancy asked what took me so long. I told her I was getting my village ready for when I captured her. She took off running and I waited a few minutes before going after her. Finally I captured her. Holding her hands I began tickeling her and allowed her get away. The chase was on again and again she became my prisoner only this time I took a small piece of rope from my pocked and tied her hands. Using another piece of rope I wrapped it around her knees twice, then kris crossed the rope to her ankles and tied them. Once she was tied I began the torchere of tickeling her sides. She laughted so hard and seemed to enjoy the experience. Next I slowly untied one of her Keds and slipped off her shoe and began to tickle her foot then the next shoe and foot followed with more tickeling her stocking feet and side. She begged me to stop and I kept on going for a short time then stopped. I put her shoes back on her feet and untied her ankles and knees. She asked if I was going to let her go now. I told her no. "No, what else is there?" she asked. I said "white squaw has invaded indian territory without permission. She must die." "Die!" she said, "How, are you going to shoot me full of arrows or something?" "White squaw must burn at stake" I replied. "Burn at the stake! your kidding right?" Injun Jo no kid squaw will burn!" I said. With that I led her, hands still tied to the garage. I opened the side door and turned on the light. When we entered Nancy gasped at the sight before her. "I told you, you were going to burn at the stake!" I helped her climb to the top of the wood where I took the rope tied to the stake and began tying her to the stake. Across her chest kris crossing in front to her stomach, then twice around her stomach kris crossing the rope in front to her waist. There I tied the rope off. Her hands were still tied behind her. Then I reached down and began to untie her Keds and took off her left then her right. She was standing in her white nylon socks a top the stake. I finished off the tying by takeing the rope and crossing her legs to her knees where I tied them to the stake then finished off with her ankles. There she was a neat little package tied to the stake. I did a little dance and pretended to light the fire. She screamed and twisted and turned struggleing against her bonds pretending she was burning alive. Then she quit she was dead. I untied her helped her down and helped her put her shoes back on. She helped me clean up the garage and then it was time for her to leave for the day. That was our first time playing cowboys and indians. There were many more that followed, with other friends and we all had a blast. 

Although, the story right above this comment was painful to read. Honestley, is it hard to make paragraphs? Not to say that the story was bad, but that lack of editing really does make it a chore to read.

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This took place about 2 weeks after the sleep over. By now we have tied each other up random times, I have finally manage to tie up Marcy and get up close to my embarassing, but very real attraction to feet. I was playing on the computer as always. (I had an addiction) and I noticed Andrea was over... she was still that darkish figure I always know of her and I was hoping she'd be in the mood for some good "Games" little did I know our games were about to go advance that would require skills I had learned only within that year.

I had socks on, but that didnt stop Andrea from reaching under the computer desk and tickling my feet. Which surprises me everytime though by then I should of come to expect it. She had almost a attraction of her own to see me squirm and laugh, though I never was able to confirm it. I in turn grabbed her foot which was of course bare as it was summer and most girls seemed to wear sandals. I as unoticable as possible brought her foot as close to me as possible to smell it... (I dont like smelly dirty feet, but theres something with feet smell itself that seems to set me off) then tickled her mercessly. She laughed, begged, I stopped then went back to my game only to see my characters body laying on the ground dead...

I shrugged it was worth the life.

I played a bit more, then I heard mom getting up... she got dressed told us she wa leaving for work. We were now alone... I had a feeling something was going to go down, but never expected quite what would happen next.

Andrea came up to me with "my stuff" and said

"Can I tie you up?"

I of course accepted, Andrea led me into Kristen's room and I found myself laying on the hardwood floor. I knew the rutine, hands behind my back... feeling the wonderful feeling of helplessness as my wrist are restrained... Then came the feet. She wasted no time tearing off my socks then proceeded to tie my ankles togeather. Leaving me much without power to move other than squiggling like a worm. 

I felt her fingers going up and down my feet I twisted and turned trying (but not very hard) to keep her off. She would then move to my sides which I didn't have to fake at all. That was of course my weak spot and I always paid dearly for my smal enjoyment, but I never back down a good tie up game.

After a while Kristen asked to be tied up. So Andrea untied me and I moved to Kristen. I tied her ankles together she wiggled her toes the whole time. She smiled clearly enjoying it. I always had a hunch she was into my kinda "Games" but I never could prove it... until now. (perhaps its genetic?) Anyway I had considerable rope length left I was going to go for her hands, but she instead said.

"Tie me to the top of my bed."

At first I didnt unstand what she meant... then I realized that she had one of those suspended beds... she wanted to be tied to the bar supports of her bed. I of course wouldnt allow it, not to even to the very one I wanted to Andrea. Rope alone was simply to painful to attempt suspension as I figured out the first time I tried it.

Kristen protested and I finally tried to think of a place that I could do it... then it clicked... my self bondage suspension area. It was downstairs in the landry room. I turned ot Andrea who looked both curious and nervous... I tried my best not to look excited... this I thought is going to get interesting. 

One thing though - please divide up your paragraphs more, it would make it easier to read.

Still, I love your story, and I'd love to read about your other adventures.

dann

About half an hour after my parents left my sisters friend arrived. Although she’s two years younger than me she’s nearly as tall as me and around the same weight. 
As usual they went into my sister’s room to talk about whatever. I was walking past their room when my sister and her friend Anna started talking loudly. “Do you like any guys at school?” My sister, Kate, asked. Anna laughed. “Kate, you’re the first person I’ve told but I’m a lesbian.” Anna said. I was shocked, as I had known Anna since my sister started school. I guessed my sister was shocked too.
I was leaning against the wall as I heard this, so I decided I would casually walk past. Unfortunately, my shoe scraped against the wall making a loud sound. Kate and Anna both looked up and realized I’d heard Anna’s confession. Before I knew it they were tackling me to the ground. I have a good kick but I didn’t want to hurt them because I’d get into trouble. 
Anna held me down while Kate duct taped my feet together and my hands behind my back. Next Anna took some socks out of Kate’s draw and put them in my mouth. I was about to spit them out when she duct taped over them. I realized I was helpless.
They dragged me out into the lounge room and Kate ran into the kitchen. When she came back she handed Anna a wooden spoon. She rolled me over and spanked me a few times as ‘punishment for eavesdropping’. They then rolled me over and tickled me like crazy for about 10 minutes. 
Once they got sick of that they took my gag off and asked me a question. If I got it wrong I would sleep naked (in my bed, of course) and have my feet tied to the bedposts. If I got it right they would not make me do anything else. 
Unfortunately, I got the question wrong. They dragged me to the computer and made me tell everybody on my IM list that I was a lesbian. (I am straight). It was totally embarrassing, and everybody believed it.
For the rest of the day I was tied up, and whenever I wasn’t doing anything I was put on a leash that got attached to my bed post. 
That night was a pretty uncomfortable sleep, but I was secretly thinking that I loved the whole thing!

comment if u want to

This just happened yesterday. Brittany (friend) was over my house while my parents were out to dinner. We were jokeing around about almost anything and tie up games came up. I didnt think any thing of it when she left to " go to the bathroom", but as u can figure out for me it wasn't good. 

She came down the stairs without her shoes so i didn't hear her( black shirt, black skirt, white pantyhose) I was in the liveing room (away from stairs 2 entrances). Brit must have taken the remote and while i sneezed and got a tissiue she lowered the volume. When i couldn't find the remote i went up to the Tv and she grabbed me.
 

Hey!!!! Whats goinmmmmppphhhhh. she handgagged me with one hand while the other was wrapped around holding my arms and one leg wrapped around mine(i was wearing red tanktopblack skirt and solid black pantyhose with white and black striped knee high stockings over them and my boots). She said that she would take her hand off my mouth if i promised not to scream. I mmmpphhed and nodded and she did so. I knew that she wasnt gonna hurt me.
 

She tied my wrists behind me and tild me to sit down on the couch if i new what was good for me. i did and she took a kneehigh (that she got from my room) stuffed my mouth and put a nice peice of duct tape over that. then she started unlaceing my boots and i started to scream. she ungagged me and said whats the matter. I told her that it takes me too long to put these boots on and too leave them on. She said oh poor baby and continued untill she had both boots off.
 

Then she started to take off my kneehighs i begged her not to but like befor she did it anyway. When she was done all i had left were my black stockinged feet and she tied my feet and knees and thighs with rope. then she took one of the kneehighs that i had on and stuffed it in my mouth and tied the other around in a cleave gag she then wrapped my arms with more rope and left me to squirm. i was left that way for about 45 min and then she untied me and to make a long story shorter, told me i could get her. so i did same way as she tied me. 

All in all it was a fun night. My one friend (male 17) is still looking for girls to chat with about Tie up games so if ya wanna chat with him or me drop me a line at my email.
Happy tieing!!!

John came over one day just to hang out. He was wearing a pair of Nike Shox Classics in white and black and a white shirt with black shorts. I was wearing a pair of New Balance 845 shoes with a black shirt and jean shorts.

So John and I started to play a game of pool, and I suggested a bet. I said that the loser should be tied up where ever and however the winner wanted. John agreed, much to my surprise, and we shook on it. Fortunately, I am a better pool player than him, so I won. He was very disappointed, so I offered him a chance to get out of having to be tied up. I said that we could play again, and if he won, he wouldn’t have to be tied up, but if I won, I got to keep his shoes.

He said, “No way man, these are brand new shoes and they cost like $100.”

So I said, “Well, how bout if you win, you won’t have to be tied up and you can have my shoes, and if I win I get your shoes.”

He was fine with this for some reason even though my shoes were much less expensive than his. So we played again, but this time I was getting nervous. He was down to his eight ball and I still had two balls on the table. But luckily for me, he scratched when he went for the eight ball, and that meant that I won automatically.

I told him to hold on for one second and went and got my duct tape and a couple handkerchiefs. I led him outside and down the street to a thickly wooded area. I found a good sized tree and told him to stand against it with his hands behind his back and around the tree. I duct taped his hands together and then duct taped his whole upper body to the tree. Before I duct taped his ankles, I took my new shoes off his feet. Then I duct taped his ankles to the tree. I stuffed a handkerchief in his mouth and duct taped his mouth closed. Then I tied the other handkerchief around his eyes. 

I said, “Okay John, I’ll be back for you before it gets dark.” (It was only noon)

I started to walk away so he would hear my footsteps leaving, but then stopped. I sat there and watched him try to get free for a little while and tried on my new shoes. They were a perfect fit. Then I went over and untied him, only to retie his hand behind his back. (I didn’t ungag or unblindfold him) Then I led him back down the road. Some cars would beep when they passed or give us weird looks, which was funny.

When we got back to my house, I untied him. We hung out for a little while longer, and then he had to go home. A couple days later, we hung out again, and he told me about how he had to explain to his dad why he came home barefoot when he just got a new pair of shoes. Fortunately, John paid for the shoes, so his dad wasn’t mad.

I've just finished trying a handcuff knot on Amy's wrists, with Tsei pretending to threaten her with a 30cm plastic ruler. Earlier that day she had said that it was near impossible for anyone (especially a maniac case like Tsei and a bumbling fool like me, she specifically said that ;) ) to kidnap her from her car. Since she had her car keys in her hand, and just opened the front drivers seat, me and Tsei were doing just that - kidnapping her from her car.

Once I'd tied her wrists securely together, Tsei took the car keys from her now bound hands and got into the drivers seat, then unlocked the car's doors from the main lock. I opened the door behind the driver's door, Amy got inside and I got in next to her while Tsei started the car.Our conversation after that was roughly like this:

Amy - "And now that I've been kidnapped by a bunch of fools, what are you two going to do to me?"
Tsei - "Take you to the grave... mwhahaha"
Me - "The two bumbling fools are going to have some fun..."
The handcuff tie is pretty secure, it can't be easily opened but since it's only one knot, most people think it's easy to open.
Amy - "And if I get free and elbow you where it hurts most?"
Me - "That remains to be seen. Tsei, start driving"
Tsei - "Where?"
Me - "Anywhere"
Since I wasn't going to take any chances, I twined the remaining string (yarn, actually) with some square knots, so she (or anyone else) couldn't possibly untie it.

Tsei slowly, very slowly (as to not hit anything) pulled out of the carpark. I got more yarn out of my bag and began to tie Amy's ankles together, with a loop cinched in the middle. Tsei glanced in the rear view mirror, then told me to take her shoes (flat heeled black slipons) off and her socks off, so if she managed to untie her ankles, she wouldn't be able to run off on the road (assuming she somehow gets out of the car). That, I did, more or less ignoring Amy's objections. I didn't try to gag her, since it was fun to hear her object to what me and Tsei were doing.

By this time, with agonising sluggishness, Tsei had actually made it out of the car park and was driving accross the street to McDonalds, to the drive thru window.

Tsei - "Tom, Amy, what do you two want?"
Me - "Just a coke"
Amy - "How do you expect me to eat or drink anything with my hands tied behind my back"
Me - "Tsei, another coke"
Tsei is a rather round (but not really fat) person, so he eats quite a bit.
Tsei pulled into the drivethru and gave the person the order of 3 cokes and a burger (I don't remember which). The person couldn't see Amy, but if he could, he couldn't see her hands or ankles.

Tsei pulled into the carpark to devour his burger, while I held Amy's coke (with a straw) infront of her face and, suprisingly without saying anything, she slowly sipped it. After a few sips, she pulled her face back, saying she wasn't thirsty. By this time, Tsei had finished his burger and was smirking back at Amy. So he pulled out of the carpark and back into school, as both of us teased Amy at bieng such an easy prey. I used a scissors I had in my bag to cut her bonds as Tsei parked back in the school carpark. 

Then, leaving her engine running, and her still sitting barefoot in the backseat, me and Tsei grabbed our bags, got out of her car and he started running as fast as he could (for no reason, but probably to confuse Amy) so I followed him as fast as I could. Later when we saw her inside school, she did admit that most of her points were wrong anyway, as Tsei and I had proven nicely.

Excuse my English and any mistakes, I'm sort of tired and English is not my first language. :)

I think I've finished the other handful of stories I've posted so far. I'll see about posting some other new ones soon (especially if anything new happens this month, new class in college).

Questions, comments?

-TomFr

My dad was going to the mountains for a party and he told me that i was going to stay with kelly and steven for the night since he didn't want to drive home in the dark while he was drunk. Once i heard this i knew this was my chance to tie up kelly finally. So tht night kelly decided to take the dogs for a walk , during that time, i told steven about the plan and went and got two rolls of duck tape out of the garage. We hid upstairs until kelly got home. We waited several minutes until finally she came upstairs to see where we were. We were hiding in my dads room which has a small hallway with 2 closets before u enter the bedroom. Steven was in one closet and i was in the other. When she walked by my closet i jumped out and put my hand tightly over her mouth. She mphhhhhhd really loudly until i took my hand off and told her it was us. Steven came up and grabbed her legs tightly so she fell to the floor. From there i grabbed one of the rolls of duck tape and wrapped it around her hands 15 times or so. Then i turned her over and taped her ankles, above and below the knees. By this point she was making a lot of noise and wouldn't shut up so i decided to gag her. I looked around and saw some of her moms panties so i grabbed a few pairs and stuffed them into her mouth. Then i wrapped the duck tape around her head prob 10 times. And she mphhhhhhhh really really loudly as i was wrapping the tape around her head. Then i finished her off by taping above and below her breasts and taping her elbows. As i got up i realized her thong was coming out of her jeans so i grabbed it and gave her a huge wedge. She screamed into her gagged and mphhhhhhhhhh like crazy. After i untied her she told me she like it except for the thong part. Hopefually more stories will follow. Hope u guys like it.

My dad was going to the mountains for a party and he told me that i was going to stay with kelly and steven for the night since he didn't want to drive home in the dark while he was drunk. Once i heard this i knew this was my chance to tie up kelly finally. So tht night kelly decided to take the dogs for a walk , during that time, i told steven about the plan and went and got two rolls of duck tape out of the garage. We hid upstairs until kelly got home. We waited several minutes until finally she came upstairs to see where we were. We were hiding in my dads room which has a small hallway with 2 closets before u enter the bedroom. Steven was in one closet and i was in the other. When she walked by my closet i jumped out and put my hand tightly over her mouth. She mphhhhhhd really loudly until i took my hand off and told her it was us. Steven came up and grabbed her legs tightly so she fell to the floor. From there i grabbed one of the rolls of duck tape and wrapped it around her hands 15 times or so. Then i turned her over and taped her ankles, above and below the knees. By this point she was making a lot of noise and wouldn't shut up so i decided to gag her. I looked around and saw some of her moms panties so i grabbed a few pairs and stuffed them into her mouth. Then i wrapped the duck tape around her head prob 10 times. And she mphhhhhhhh really really loudly as i was wrapping the tape around her head. Then i finished her off by taping above and below her breasts and taping her elbows. As i got up i realized her thong was coming out of her jeans so i grabbed it and gave her a huge wedge. She screamed into her gagged and mphhhhhhhhhh like crazy. After i untied her she told me she like it except for the thong part. Hopefually more stories will follow. Hope u guys like it.

i was walking down the road when i hear my cell phone ring, ring, ring i picked it up hello it was my gf im like whats up she said to come over she got something for me (her name is lizzy) shes about 5"6 now she has brown eyes,brown hair so i went over to her house she said sit down so i sat on the couch she came back boom it hit me she used a pair of handcuffs on me. im like great what now she used duct tape and put it around my arms a little over the elbow area so i couldnt move them then my legs. i said "what the ****" shes done this before. but still shes like bad language is no good. and gagged me with duct tape. she brought me to her room and started tickling me behind my neck i coudnt breather for like 5 min i swear. she stopped and then she asked me mmph for more and no for stoping i tried to say no under the gag but still. it came out mmmmmmphhhh. so i got tickled for 10 more minutes. she took the tape of i said what did i do! lizzi says i saw u flirting with another girl. i did not flirt with any1 she said something funny so i laughed big deal!i asked where her parents were she said "hawaii" im like thats random. she left me there and hour be4 she left she regagged me she went downstairs to watch tv. she came back gave me a kiss and said she was sorry for the whole thing. (the next day) i invited her over. i then handcuffed he hands and her feet it was like she was in shackles then i gagged her left her there then i said how do u like it. i untied her. she kickked me in somewhere i should not say and then said now we r even. (the next next day)(srry its such a long story)then the next day she had her friend over i went over to see whats up. i stepped in they both jumped on me handcuffed me
both legs and arms
used rope and suspended me in mid air left me there for 10 min to struggle i got down left the house and 

thats the end of part 1 this goes on for a whole week by the way this was only 3 days

If not, thanks much for sharing that story with us!

One day Britney and I went to the beach. After we were laying down for awhile, Britney suddenly asked me if I had ever been tied up or if I had ever done the tying.

"Why do you ask?" I said.
"I was just thinking about it," she responded.
"I've tied up a few people, but I'd rather be tied myself."
"Were you able to get out?"
"Yea, nine times out of ten I could, they never really did a good job."
"Who's they?"
"My ex-girlfriends."
"I bet I could tie you REAL well!" Britney suggested.
My heart jumped at possibly findiing another girl to tie me up.

"Oh yea?" I questioned.
"Yea, and you won't get out!"
"Well let's go find out," I said to her.

With that, we packed up our stuff and headed to her house. Once we got there, she took a shower and suggested that I take one too since the sand will probably make me itchy and if I was to be tied and not get out, it would be rather uncomfortable. I agreed and went and took one.

I came out with just a towel wrapped around my waist and went into her room. To my surprise, she wasn't there. I looked around for a few seconds and then out of nowhere I feel this wet cloth on my face covering my nose and mouth. I tried to yell but couldn't.

"I'm chloroforming you, pretend to pass out," she instructed.

With that, I mocked passing out and fell back into her arms where she placed me on her bed.

I heard her rummaging through some stuff and then she rolled me onto my stomach. She proceeded to tie my hands behind my back rather tightly. When she was done, she tied my ankles and above and below my knees totally immobilizing me!

"Try to get out," she said.

I feebily tried to move, but couldn't. I tried to twist my wrists out of the rope but couldn't. I squirmed around for about 15 minutes before she helped me up and moved me to the chair by her desk. From there she proceeded to tie my hands behind the chair with even more rope!

"You can't get out, can you? she inquired.
"Umm...it doesn't look that way," I said.
"Well good, I need you to stay in one place for a little bit," she said.
"Why?"
"You'll find out soon enough," she said evilly.

She went out of the room and I heard her open her linen closet door and walk into the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and I guess went to the bathroom because I heard the toilet flush too.

When she came back, she had 4 wet washcloths, duct tape, and some socks.

"What is all that for?" I asked.
"Shut up!" she said and proceeded to stuff 2 of the washcloths into my mouth. I tried to spit them out, but she immediately started plastering strips of the duct tape over my packed mouth. She started by putting a strip over the middle of my mouth to seal the cloth in. Then she put one right under my nose and one over my lower lip. She concluded with wrapping even more tape around my head about 4 times effectively sealing the washcloths in my mouth. I thought she was done there, but boy was I wrong! I guess she thought the tape wasn't enough, so she then took one of the other washcloths and tied it around my taped mouth with a sock. She did this in almost the same way she used the tape. The first sock was tied in the middle of the washcloth, the second over my upper lip, the third over my lower lip and the last one over my chin to hold the washcloth securely. She later told me it was for "extra security." As she stood back to admire her work, she told me to try to yell. I got just enough air in through my nose to make a decent attempt but only a shallow "mmph" came out. To my surprise, she told me I was still too loud! I was thinking that she was crazy, but she was definately serious!

Britney went into her closet and pulled out an ACE bandage 4" wide and about 2ft. long! As my eyes widened in horror, she proceeded to wrap the bandage over EVERYTHING that was tied around my mouth! However, when she was halfway through the bandage, she looked on her dresser and saw one washcloth remaining.

"What shall I do with that?" she asked with a small gleam in her eye.

She took the washcloth, folded it into a rectangle and placed it over my eyes. She then took the rest of the ACE bandage and wrapped that over the washcloth and my eyes, blinding me! The only thing not wrapped with anything was my nose. She obviously realized this and said to me:

"What should I wrap over your nose?"
I immediately began shaking my head profusely hoping she wouldn't try to smother me. Luckily she was just kidding, LOL. Instead she told me to try to get out again. Of course I couldn't, but she left me struggle for a little over an hour while she watched soap operas.

When they were all done, she asked me if her tying and gagging were good. I told her they were the best by far that I've ever experienced. We continue to do this on an almost regular basis and it's rather fun.

James

One day I was over Britney's house and her older sister, Jessica, came home from the store. It was early in the afternoon and there was no one home. Britney was watching soap operas and I was playing around on her computer when all of a sudden I felt something poke me in the back and a girl's voice say to me, "This is a stick-up! Get up and walk over to the bed." I looked to my side and saw Britney standing there grinning so that meant that Jessica was the one "holding" me up. I tried to ask what they were up to, but Jessica quickly covered my mouth with her hand as her other hand was still pointed at my back. Jess commanded to her younger sister, "Get something to tie him up with." Britney disappeared down the stairs as Jess told me that if I yelled or tried to get anyone's attention that I would be sorry. Of course, with me being the antagonist, I tried her. I yelled for all I was worth (not that it would have done any good because there was no one home) all the while Jess was telling me to shut up. Finally she had had enough and clamped her hand back over my mouth. 

Jess was 23, blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic with long legs so she didn't have too much of a problem holding me still, however I still put up a fight. I flipped her onto the bed and we wrestled for a little bit until Britney came back with a whole bunch of rope. 

"Help me tie him!" Jess yelled to her sister.

I wasn't having a very hard time with Jess but once Britney came back, I was being double teamed and couldn't fend both of them off anymore. Britney grabbed my ankles and tied them together then she helped her sister tie my hands behind my back. They flipped me over, sat me up and tied above and below my knees then tied some more rope around my chest pinning my arms to my sides and making it rather impossible to move. They then rolled me off the bed and sat me in computer chair and began tying my hands to the chair as well. I was beginning to wonder where this was all leading to, when finally Jessica told me.

"You're our hostage now!"

"Yea, we've been planning this for weeks," Britney chimed.

I wasn't too unhappy about my situation except for maybe being overpowered by two girls but they are both extremely good looking. Britney is 21, light brown hair, blue eyes athletic and long legs just like her sister. They both go to the gym almost everyday so they're definately in shape.

"So now what?" I asked.

"Now we have some fun," Jessica told me.

"Britney, go get the 'materials'."

As soon as she left, Jess straddled me in the chair and told me that they were going to have to "knock me out", but that she wasn't going to wait for Britney to come back and that she'd do it herself. She covered my mouth with one hand and pinched my nose shut with the other, effectively sealing off my airway. I struggled to get free, but I couldn't move because of the ropes. She looked into my eyes and said that she was going to make me pass out. Just when I was about to lose it, Britney came back with their "materials", saw what Jess was doing to me and yelled, "Jess, we don't do that anymore! Let him go!"

Jess looked at me and let go. "Fine!" she said and then gave me a wry smile. Britney had come back with a whole mess of stuff. She had washcloths, duct tape, bandages, cheesecloth and a few towels. I had no idea how they were going to use all of the things they had, but somehow they did. 

Jess told Britney to "go ahead and get started" and she walked over to me with one of the washcloths in her hand, got behind me and clamped it over my nose and mouth. 

"This is so you don't fight with us anymore when we try to tie you...pretend to pass out." After a brief struggle, I "passed out" and went limp. To my surprise, they started to untie me but quickly learned it was just so they could tie me better than they had before since I was struggling with them. After they undid all the rope, they stripped me down to my boxers and wrapped a towel around my waist. Jess then straddled me in the chair again while Britney tied my hands behind the chair with the rope. While that was happening Jess took up the washcloth Britney had used to "knock me out" and clamped it over my nose and mouth again. I pretended to already be knocked out but it was hard to breathe since the washcloth was wet. 

"Jess!" Britney yelled

"Relax, its just till you're done tying him. So if I were you, I'd hurry up." Jess retorted.

Just as I was about to pass out for real, Britney finished tying my hands and ankles again. Jess took the washcloth off my face and went to the next step. She took some more rope and again tied above and below my knees but this time she took the other towel and wrapped it around my legs. I had no idea what she was doing until I heard the duct tape rip! I quickly came out of my "knocked out" state and asked her what she was doing. She told me that they were going to wrap me up so I wouldn't get free. I tried to tell her that what they had done was enough but Britney covered my mouth and put a stop to that. Jess took the tape and started wrapping around the towel that was around my legs and came all the way up to my thighs. Then she wrapped more tape around my already tied hands behind the chair. 

"There," Jess said, "try to move."

I tried to move but coudn't budge.

"Good," Britney said, "onto part 2!"

"You're not done???" I yelled.

"Not even close," Jess and Britney said together.

So here I was, tied, taped and completely helpless with two beautiful girls as my captors. Could I really complain? Technically I could, but that wouldn't last for long...

"Open wide," Jess cooed as she stuffed a washcloth into my mouth, "good, now one more," she then stuffed a second into my already packed mouth, "excellent, now try to talk." I only managed a few mmphs and jumbled words but at the same time I was trying to spit the two cloths out of my mouth. Jess saw this and quickly told Britney to take care of it. 

Britney stuffed the one washcloth back into my mouth that I managed to spit out, then had her sister hold them in with her hand while she prepared the wrappings. She took a washcloth, folded it in half and wrapped it around the center of my mouth with a sock, effectively cleave gagging me while also covering my mouth as well. I thought that's all she would do, but she then took 3 more socks and tied them all around the washcloth. 

"Try to yell," she said. I yelled and it was pretty loud, so they both decided that I had to be gagged better. Jess grabbed one of the bandages and another washcloth. She folded the washcloth in half as her sister did to the first one, had her sister hold it over my mouth, and proceeded to wrap the bandage and the washcloth around my mouth. Britney then took the duct tape and wrapped that over everything and told me to try to yell again. Again, I yelled but this time it wasn't even a yell. It was more like a dull peep. Jess didn't think the gags were effective so she took the roll of cheesecloth that Britney had brought up and began wrapping it around everything that was already over my mouth. She even wrapped it under my chin and around my head, so it looked like I had a giant toothache! This was rather effective though because I couldn't open my mouth at all and it was forced shut over the washcloths that were gagging me. 

"Don't we have to blindfold him too?" Britney asked.

"Oh yea, I forgot about that," Jess giggled.

She took yet another washcloth and tied it over my eyes with a sock, effectively blinding me. So here I was, bound, gagged and blinded by my girlfriend and her sister and there was nothing I could do about it. Not that I really wanted to of course! 

"Try to yell now," Jess instructed. I did as she said but couldn't make any noise whatsoever. Unfortunately, Jess didn't think the gags were good enough.

"We have to do something else, he's still too loud."

"What else could we do, Jess? He's helpless."

"I have an idea," Jess said.

I didn't find out till later what she used to do this, but she took the last washcloth and tied it under my nose, smothering me! I was wrapped in tape and towels, gagged with about 4 washcloths, blindfolded and now I was being smothered! I struggled to get free but couldn't even move...let alone breathe!

"No! We're not going to do this to him! He's helpless enough," Britney said as she untied the washcloth from my nose.

"We'll just see if he can get free, instead." They let me struggle for about 3 hours before they let me go. When I asked Jess about the smothering, she just told me that it was all in good fun. Overall the experience was fun and I would do it again.

James

Thanks for your compliments.

So then we did research cause my Dad is an engeneer and he likes to research everything and do it right he says. So we looked at lots of sites with people tied up and I said what I liked and what I wanted. I said I wanted to be hogtied real tight so that I could hardly move. And I wanted a good gag and everything. So we decided I would be hogtied. And Dad said what did I want to wear and I said nothing. But he said I had to wear something but I said we sometimes don’t wear anything at home and when we go to his club to swim but he said that was different and I had to wear something and that I should decide by tomorrow so I said I would.

On Sunday I got up around ten and Dad was reading the paper and he said we should go out to breakfast so we did. The place was crowded so we had to wait, and we got home a while after noon. So I was watching tv when Dad asked me if I still wanted him to tie me up and I said of course, so he asked if I was ready, and I said no, so he said to go to my room and get ready, so I did. When he walked in I was standing there in my jock. He laughed and said that if that’s what I want OK. He had a bag and he took out a piece of rope and tied my hands behind my back real tight with rope around and between my wrists. While he was tying my wrists and arms he asked me how long I wanted to stay tied up. I said that I wanted to be untied tomorrow morning. Dad said No Way cause that was too long but I said it was what I wanted but he said no so I asked him how long he thought and he said he was thinking about a half hour or maybe an hour and I said NO Way cause it wasn’t nearly long enough for me to feel really tied up. We argued while he pulled my upper arms together and tied them and finally we agreed on three hours and then he would ask me if I wanted more and we would decide then. Then he tied more rope around my upper arms and around my body over my chest in front and really tight. Then he took the role of silver tape and taped my wrists together over the rope and then down around my hands and fingers with lots of tape. Then he took a long piece of rope and tied the middle around my wrists and pulled one side up between my legs and tied it to the rope around my chest and then the other piece of rope up between my legs on the other side and tied it to the rope around my chest so my arms were held tight against my back.

So I said that he was really tieing me up very tight and he said that was what I wanted so stop complaining. So I shut up while he tied my legs in three places and he put more silver tape around my ankles over the rope and then around my body over the rope. Then Dad asked if I wanted to say anything more and I said no so he told me to open my mouth and he had a blue soft rubber ball like a sponge and he put it in my mouth and told me to close it around th ball and squeeze it so it fit. Then he put a big piece of silver tape over my mouth and another one and a third one. Then he put a long one under my chin and up the sides of my head and then he wrapped tape around my face below my nose about four times all the way around. Then he put a clear plastic bag over my head and made ahole for my nose and then he wrapped silver tape all around my head and under my chin and covered everything except the hole for my nose and little spots for my eyes. He asked me to say something but I could only make noises. So he said now you are gagged for real. So I was really tied up but he wasn’t done. He helped me lie down on the floor and then he tied a rope around my ankles and pulled my legs up and tied the rope around my wrists. Then he took the silver tape and put it over my ankles and held me up and wrapped it around my upper legs so that my heels touched my butt and the tape held me very tight so I couldn’t hardly move my legs at all.

Dad stood up and said that now I was tied up and since it was a little after one, he would keep me that way until four and then we would talk. So he left me and went across the hall to his room where he started working at his computer. I tried to see how much I could move and I could not move my arms at all or my legs much and I could wiggle my body around a little and I couldn’t make anything except sounds through the gag. It was ahsome. It was exactly what I wanted. I struggled and tried to move and twisted and knew that nothing was coming lose and I was tied up until Dad untied me. I experimented seeing if I could get the tape off my fingers but I couldn’t and I couldn’t make the gag lose or anything. I tried to roll over onto my side and struggled and struggled and finally I did it and then I couldn’t get back onto my stomach. 

Well, I struggled and wiggled and was still tight tied up just like Dad left me and then I thought that an hour or more had past but when I wiggled around to see the clock it was only about 20 minutes. Dad was with his computer so he wasn’t watching me. I lay there helpless bound up and gagged like a prisoner or a kidnap person. It was wonderful. I knew why people liked playing tie up games and being tied up. So after more than an hour Dad looked in and asked me if I was OK and I made some sounds, and he said OK and went away. So I was there for another hour and it was a long hour and when it was over I decided I wanted Dad to untie me. I was glad I would be tied up for only three hours and not all night. Then Dad came in again and said that he had forgotten for us to set up a signal if I had an emergency and if I wanted to be untied I should just say clearly Untie Me. Then he laughed and said he was going to make himself a sandwich and get a beer and watch the game on tv and he would be back at four to talk to me. I wanted to make the emergency signal then, but decided I should stay tied up because he would call me a wimp after I had wanted to be tied up all night and then wanted to be untied after only two hours. I guess I was sort of my own prisoner. 

I was really ready to be untied after one more hour. My jaw hurt from the ball in my mouth and all the tape around my head and my arms hurt and I realized I could not stretch out or anything all tied that way. So I watched the clock an slowly it became four and I was ready to be untied. But Dad didn’t come and I got worried. He had to go out to the garage to get a beer from the cooler and maybe he locked himself out of the house cause hes done that a few times. Maybe something happened. I struggled but nothing and I realized how tightly and totally I was tied up and gagged and helpless. Then it was fifteen minutes and than a half hour and I was sweating and in a panic. I wanted to be untied so badly and nothing happened. I lay there struggling for an hour and then longer and then after what I thought was hours it was six and then after six and nothing. Finally Dad walked into the room and he said he had fallen asleep and he was sorry and he quickly untied my legs and then he got a scissors and cut up my jock and helped me stand and with the jock off he told me to go to the bathroom and then go to the kitchen. I really needed the bathroom, and then I went to the kitchen with my arms still tied and still gagged. I wondered what he would do and he told me to sit in a chair and he was fixing dinner. When he put the food on the table he started to remove the tape on my head and the plastic and all of the parts of the gag and it was painful when the last of the tape came off my face and neck.

So I asked him why my arms were still tied up and he said that he had felt bad that he wouldn’t tie me up like I wanted for all night and naked and everything and he was going to do it after all. So I said I wanted to be untied because I had been tied up enough, but he said he thought I wanted to stay tied, and he would do it cause it was what I wanted. I said I can’t eat with my arms tied, but he said he would feed me and we would talk about it after dinner, so he fed me and I sat there and ate. When we were done he cleaned up and did the dishes while I sat there and watched, Then he came up behind me and pushed the ball back into my mouth and wrapped my face with silver tape so I was gagged again. And he told me to go to the bathroom again and then go to my room where he would finish tieing me up again. I tried to tell him that I wanted to end this and be untied but it did no good. So I went to the bathroom and then to the bedroom where he tied my legs again and then hogtied me and left me on the bed. I thought he was joking cause my Dad likes to joke, but I began to think he was serious. Anyway, I was all tied up and nothing I could do about it. After a while he came into my room and said that it was eight and he would see me around eight in the morning so I would be tied up the next twelve hours. I tried again to ask him to untie me but I couldn’t say anything he could understand. So I laid there but after about an hour he came back and untied me completely. 

Dad and I talked about what happened and I told him I really liked it especially the part where I thought he would leave me tied up all night and I felt like a prisoner. And he said I shouldn’t tell anyone about it especially my mother. So Dad taught me an old saying that you should be careful what you wish for cause you might get it. And so I got my wish and I was really tied up for a while and I liked it a lot and Im already asking him to do it again.
John

please write again if you do tis again. I'm hoping for you that you get your overnight session, but suggest you try spreadeagle or something less painful (think cut off circulation) for your first long-term attempt. 

good luck.

That was awesome! The way you told your story, and your description of how you were feeling was right on.

When I got tied up all night, after begging my friend Connor to do it, I went through the same thing. It was on a weekend sleepover... the weekend of my birthday... kind of a present from Connor, even though I begged him to do it. Like you, I wanted to feel what it was like.

First you feel great, and it's wonderful and exciting. Then you begin to get uncomfortable and want untied in a couple of hours. But you know you will have to stay tied and helpless until morning.

It's a little scary, even when he's sleeping right there beside you. He won't help you. I had made Connor Promise... on Scout's Honor... not to let me out, no matter what. He kept his promise too.

I wasn't tied as tight or taped like you described, and my gag was a knotted sock, but it was a pretty good hogtie. I couldn't free myself or even loosen the ropes any, so I was just as helpless... and stuck. I finally wore myself out trying, and fell asleep.

I will never forget that night, and still think it was special. I was proud that I made it all night, and you are right... be careful what you ask for. 

Your Dad must be real special, and understanding, to do that for you John. Wish I had a Dad like yours.

Jon J.

Im in the process of moving from Wisconsin to Florida and being only 20 years old and never been on my own before... this is BIG lol

The story will be done I promise you that... it just might take a while.

It's not entirely a tie up story, since I used chains too.

Valery, Tsei and I went to Amy's house the other day (about 2 weeks ago), since she has a 2 storey house with just her there that day, no one else at home. Out of boredom, she called the 3 of us over.

So, we sat around in the back yard and talked for a while, since school had ended for us (Graduated). Tsei got to the part where we tied up Valery for most of the day for the haunted house show. She said that if she really wanted to, she would have been able to untie herself easily. Me & Tsei held her to that and racked through Amy's house looking for yarn, and found about 2 rolls of it. Amy said she didn't need them anymore, so Tsei and I told Valery to stand down in the basement, with her back to a support pillar.

Amy then retorted that the time we "kidnapped" her from her car was also pretty easy to get out of, so Tsei got her to stand with her back to the other side of the beam, so that Amy and Valery were standing back to back with a pillar. Since Tsei isn't very good with knots, he tied their ankles around the pillar. I pulled Valery's hands back, infront of Amy's waist, made a few loops around her wrists and cinched it, leaving Valery's hands behind her, infront of Amy's waist. I did the same to Amy's hands, then made a few loops around their waists just to be sure.

Me and Tsei sat back and watched them try to figure out how to untie themselves, then took turns looking around the house for ideas, roughly 10 mins, but didn't find anything useful (not even duct tape) except for some small locks. We took turns of roughly 3 mins, so one of us would always be in the basement. Then, after he came back, I went to the garage and found this long (15 feet long, roughly 1.5 cm thick) chain which I think Amy used to lock her bicycle to something. I started getting ideas. ;)

When I got back to the basement, Tsei was juggling the small locks. Amy was telling him real kidnappers kept the 2 girls in the basement tied to a pillar for too long, they would end up dehydrated or something, I wasn't really paying attention, then stopped talking when she saw the chain. Valery just looked, and didn't say anything, but Tsei literally jumped. We flipped a coin and decided to untie Valery first (her hands only), make an 8 loop with the end of the chain and lock it at the center of the 8, so we only needed one lock.

I locked her hands behind her back as Tsei untied her hands. To make sure she wouldnt try to run away, I held the chain. Then, Tsei made another 8 from the other end of the chain around Amy's hands (behind her back) and locked it, leaving us with roughly 13 feet of chain in the middle. Until we could figure out what to do, Tsei grabbed the loop of chain in the middle and swung it around his waist, so if they did try to run off, they would have to somehow drag his 150 pound weight along with them.

Tsei and I started discussing about what to do with our 2 captives. Amy started trying to pass her hands under her and infront, and then Valery also tried and they both did it. Me and Tsei did notice, but didn't do anything. Tsei had all the keys to the padlocks in his pocket, and thought with their hands infront of them, they could probably grab and wrap the chain around him and threaten him (unlikely), so he gave me the keys (all were identical, cheap small padlocks) and kept the padlocks. I took the keys and ran up the stairs, hiding them in a kitchen drawer. Valery tried to stand up and tackle/follow me, but couldn't because she couldnt go more than 3 or so feet from Tsei, who was sitting on the floor. When I came back, Tsei had taken the chain off from around his waist, wrapped it around Valery's waist and locked it to her wrists (One lock, to close the loop and hold her wrists next to her waist, infront) and was doing the same to Amy. We had roughly 8 or so feet of chain left and one lock. Since Tsei couldn't figure out what to do with it, he just locked it and put it in his pocket.

Tsei and I let Valery and Amy try and squeeze the loops around their waists out, but Tsei had done it too tight for it to go up or down easily. After roughly a minute they gave up. Tsei and I weren't going to let them go anytime soon, so we went up the stairs and into the lounge, where we sat and talked more about school, while Amy and Valery shifted around every few minutes, for about 30 mins. When they sat down, I tied Amy's ankles together and Tsei did Valery's. I, bieng the youngest, went and made a few drinks in the kitchen and came back. Amy's and Valery's had straws in them, so they could sip from them, easily enough. By now, they had been our captives for the most of an hour.

Then, the 2 girls agreed they couldn't get of the chains, so I untied their ankles and Tsei told them to go look for the keys, while Tsei and I followed them around. When they went upstairs with Tsei, I lagged behind a minute to take the keys from the drawer in the kitchen. After 15 or so minutes, they gave up in Amy's room, and Amy and Valery fell back onto Amy's bed, more or less defeated.

I noticed that Amy's wrists were starting to show some red marks, so I tossed on key on the bed between them. Amy picked it up and unlocked the lock around Valery's wrists and they freed themselves from there. When they were done, me and Tsei weren't going to take any chances. As soon as Amy and Valery had their wrists free and just finished unlocking the chain from around Amy's waist, since they were lying on the bedsheet, Tsei grabbed the side and rolled them up in it, while I grabbed an end of the chain and ran as fast as I could downstairs and into the garage, where I stuffed it in a sack. When I got back in, Amy and Valery were walking around with the locks and the one key, looking for me carrying the chain, most likely to get back at me and Tsei. They gave up fast enough, since they couldn't find the keys earlier. I gave Amy the keys for the locks, so she could put them back, and that was the end of that. Sidenote, no one has managed to tie me up, or Tsei.

Questions, comments?

James, may I say, you're one heckuva blessed guy ! Just the sort of happiness I'd like in my own life and I hope, it ain't too late, for me. Glad for you Man.

There's just one gentle critique I'd like to make of Britney and Jess, James: especially with you so throughly gagged and fully UNable to voice any concerns, Never Ever is it cool to perform breathplay / press a washcloth or anything else for that matter, even just lightly, over the nose OR mouth of, one so helplessly tied - and gagged - as you've been. Granted, Jess and Britney were only joshing and not serious 'bout *really* cutting off your airway HOWEVER, you not only were damned right to feel terror / apprehension at that cloth held firm over your nose, do Britney and Jess realize, with all that packing in and, over your mouth, and tape - and socks - and bandages, reinforcing it in layer on layer ... you could have Choked to Death 'dude' ... and it's not an outrageous stretch of the imagination, conjuring up the page one headline, "Kinky Girlfriend's boyfriend Chokes to Death before (multi-layered) Gag Can Be Removed."

Gags are serious stuff guy, even simple cleaves ! If you - and Britney - and Jess - will continue gagging you to excess like this, at the least, procure a pair of (inexpensive) EMT / paramedic shears, to help cut those (too elaborate I maintain) gags OFF you, if worst comes to worst. You know your girl and her sister, way better than me, James, and I'm just some OLD dude not of your peer group, handing down UNsolicited counsel, but again, gags - even mere cleaves - are Russian Roulette ... even with the one(s) doing the tying, right there in, the room, with the one(s) tied ...

Alright, end of (another) lecture from, (another) OLD 'dude.'

Finishing on a bright note: I'm glad you have two such gorgeous, special friends :)

To John: you're right - be careful what you wish for.

To John's Dad: frankly - there's NO excuse for you drifting off to SLEEP and leaving your son, no matter how the hell much he loves to be tied 'n gagged and irregardless of any (unlikely) ability to adapt to such stringent binds, for forgetting him and, being, I maintain, _careless_ and _unresponsible_ in making CERTAIN he was at all times, alright.

John's Dad: first John's Mom and you, exhibit revulsion and hesitance, respectively, in fulfilling John's wishes. Then you gag him to overkill, hogtie him and LEAVE HIM that way hours longer than SANE, certainly NOT safe, and, I don't even say, _consensual_.

How many times (it should have been with you Awake, every second!) were you actually in John's room watching him CLOSELY for ANY sign of pain, distress or as John said, wanting the heck OUT of tied up and gagged, _overkill_, "sir" ?

Here I must state: I don't think John to be 'perverted' or in need of 'help' so much as I think you need to get your head on straight / get HELP before you really HURT your son, "sir." See my warnings to Jess, James and Britney.

This is one time where I hafta hit the alarm and raise red flags.

Thank you all for letting an OLD 'dude' not of your peer group speak.

The only thing i wanted to say is use a babyphone..

If for example you truss John up on the attic or in the
tool shed, you can allway's here if something is goin' on
and provide help!

Hope this help's to have some fun together!

Denis 

Part 1: Captured by the Mohawks

While we were building our canoe, André, Mario, and I developed an interest in the Indians of the northeast, and we read everything we could about them. Along with building our canoe, we turned our talents to making Indian outfits. Genuine buckskin was way out of our price range, so we used brown chino pants and long sleeved shirts that had the color of buckskin, and we decorated them with fringes, beads, and dyed porcupine quills. 

We got our ideas from a number of sources: Straight Arrow Injun-Uity Cards from Shredded Wheat boxes, a book from the library titled ‘Living Like Indians,’ and Seaton’s ‘Two little savages’ to name a few. Emulating the woodland Indians, we opted for a headband and a feather or two instead of a gaudy war bonnet. In lieu of moccasins we wore low cut sneakers without socks. 

André salvaged an old wool blanket that his mother was going to throw out and we cut breechclouts to wear with our buckskins. Following the instructions in ‘Living Like Indians’ we made them 1/3 as wide as our waist measurements, and as long as our height at the shoulders. And of course we decorated our faces with war paint. Mario discovered the secret of making war paint out of food coloring and Crisco. If you put a lump of Crisco in a teacup, added a few drops of food coloring, and than started working it with a spoon, the food coloring would soon mix with the Crisco and you had a paint you could smear on with a finger and wipe off with a cloth.

We became Abenakis, a tribe who once dominated our area, and we set up our camp in a remote spot on Ethan’s Hill beyond the Lemon Fair. For a shelter we built a small woodlands Indian wigwam with a frame of saplings. The Abenaki would have covered it with bark, but we used an old canvas hay tarp we had found in the town dump. That was long before transfer stations and landfills, and we were avid dump pickers. We found the greatest stuff. 

We usually wore our bathing suits and t-shirts when we paddled our canoe on the Lemon Fair, especially on hot days. But in cooler weather we sometimes wore our Indian regalia. One morning a few weeks after we had defeated the pirates and won uncontested use of the river, we three braves met up with Larry and Greg near the cove where we had fought them. 

“Great outfits,” Greg said to me as their canoe drifted alongside ours. “You look just like Apaches.”

“Apaches rode horses,” I said, “and they lived out west somewhere. We’re Abenaki.”

I saw Larry’s eyes narrow as he stared at our outfits. He had the kind of look a cat in a cartoon has when it sees a mouse. “Abenaki. They were Iroquois weren’t they?”

“Heck no.” I said. “The Abenaki hated the Iroquois, especially the Mohawk. They were deadly enemies.” 

“Yeah,” Mario said. “The Mohawk were always fighting anyone that wasn’t Iroquois, and they were really cruel to their captives. We’re peaceful Indians. Hunters and gatherers.”

“That looks like war paint on your faces,” Larry said.

Mario was taken a little aback, then said, “We wear it to scare the other Indians away so we won’t have to fight them.”

“But it’s mainly for fun,” I added. “Call it peace paint if you want.”

“We built a wigwam up on Ethan’s hill,” André said. “You ought to see it.”

Greg’s eyes lit up at that. “Maybe I will. You go up there often?”

“Oh yea. Sometimes we even spend the night there,” I replied. “And we live just like Indians as much as we can.”

We talked with Larry and Greg for some time about Indian tribes, and how they lived and what they did. Larry seemed to be a lot more interested in the Mohawk than the Abenaki. Then we went our separate ways. “Good hunting,” Greg called back to us as we parted.

A couple of weeks after that, the three of us hiked to our wigwam up on Ethan’s Hill for an overnight stay. André, Mario, and I searched through woods and abandoned pastures for wild greens to add to the stewpot. We were going to make an Indian stew and cook it the Indian way by putting everything in a pot and dropping hot stones into it. We already had a woodchuck that André had shot a couple of days ago. He had cleaned it immediately, then skinned and quartered it and kept it in the refrigerator. We had it in the longhouse packed in ice. 

André and Mario were off in the woods, and I was by myself on my knees in the grass of an old pasture, searching for edible greens or mushrooms, when a shadow fell over me. Startled, I turned and saw a Mohawk warrior glaring down at me. Actually, it was Larry dressed as a Mohawk warrior. He wore brown chino pants with fringes down the sides of the legs from hip to ankles. He was not wearing sneakers like me, but real leather moccasins. A red cotton breechclout hung from his belt, and he had a hunting knife in a sheath on his right side. He did not wear a shirt, and his chest and abdomen were covered with swirling patterns done in blood red war paint. But he had painted his face in black and white, which made him look fearsome when he scowled. Around his brow he wore a leather headband with two feathers hanging down behind his right ear. In his right hand he brandished a tomahawk.

“Don’t move, Abenaki,” he said. “What are you doing in Mohawk hunting grounds?”

I quickly recovered from my initial shock, and saw that the tomahawk was just one of those rubber ones from the five and dime store. “Hi, Larry,” I said. “Boy, did you give me a start. Great outfit.”

“My name is Lone Wolf,” he said. “And you did not answer my question. Why are you here?”

“Oh, I’m just hunting for mushrooms and things for the stew pot tonight. I’m finding some good stuff. Look at this.” I started to get up, but while my knees were still bent he pushed my shoulder hard, sending me sprawling on my back onto the ground. 

“Hey! Why did you do that?” I yelled. 

“If you want to forage on Mohawk land, you must first ask for permission.”

“Since when is this Mohawk land?”

“Since the Mohawks conquered it.”

I started to get to my feet again, and Lone Wolf brandished his tomahawk threateningly.

“Oh, get off it,” I said. “I know its just rubber.” Nevertheless I backed away as I stood up.

“Don’t try to go anywhere. I’m taking you prisoner.”

‘Oh yeah? You and who else?” I held my head up defiantly and turned to walk away. Unfortunately, I found myself facing three more warriors, Greg, Mark, and Steve, all costumed like Lone Wolf and painted for war.

Instantly I ducked to my right and darted as fast as I could towards the woods. I got about fifteen feet before Greg tackled me. 

“Take him prisoner,” I heard Lone Wolf say, “And tie him up good.”

All three grabbed me and held me tight. I screamed as loudly as I could. “André! Mario! Watch out! They caught me! Four of….”

Greg clamped a hand over my mouth and cut my words short.

“Who’s got something to gag him with?” Lone Wolf asked.

The three warriors looked at each other, and then Steve said “Greg’s got that bandana around his head.”

“No way!” Greg shouted. “It’s my best one, and I’m not letting him chew on it and get his slobber all over it.”

Lone Wolf sauntered up to me, and grabbed the front of my shirt. “OK, Abenaki dog. I’ll make a deal with you. If you promise not to shout any more warnings to your pack, we won’t gag you. But if you shout again, I’ll tear up your shirt and gag you with the pieces. Deal?”

I nodded, because I was sure I had already warned my friends. I had a powerful set of lungs, and had heard my warning shouts echoing back from the cliffs above us on the heights of Ethan’s hill. 

As soon as my mouth was free, I said, “I’m not a dog. My name is Graylock.”

Lone Wolf nodded. “I am Lone Wolf as you know, and I am chief of the Mohawk.” He pointed to Greg, “This is Running Deer, because he is so fast. I think you just found that out.” Then he nodded to Mark. “That’s Shadow Warrior because he can sneak through the woods better than anyone. And then there’s Tangle Foot, because he trips over every root in the trail.”

Tangle Foot grinned, and shrugged. He may not have been very agile, but he was a happy-go-lucky kid and had a good disposition.

“Now that we know each other’s names, we will respect each other as warriors,” Lone wolf said. “I will not call you a dog again. Now, Graylock, take off your shirt.”

With four Mohawk braves surrounding me, I knew it was useless to try to resist. I also knew that if I were a cooperative prisoner they might get careless after a while. 

“You aren’t going to tear it up, are you?” I asked as I started to unbutton the sleeves.

“Only if we have to gag you. But you have to take your shirt off because you’re a prisoner. You’ve read the books. The Indians always stripped their prisoners naked.”

“Whoa!” I said. “Back up, there. Are you talking naked like in nude? Because if you are, then you can…”

Lone Wolf cut me off with a laugh. ”Don’t worry. We’ll settle on half naked, like in stripped to the waist. Now get that shirt off.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and removed my shirt. Lone Wolf took it, and then ordered me to cross my wrists behind my back. Running deer bound them tightly with a rope and cinched my hands firmly against the small of my back by tying the rest of the rope in three tight turns around my waist. “That way,” Lone Wolf said and pointed to an old wood road that ran out of the clearing.

We had walked the road for about a third of a mile when we passed a thicket of young hemlocks where Lone Wolf ordered a halt. He attached the end of a long rope to my wrists and handed the rest of the coil to Tangle Foot. “Take him into camp and tie him to a stake. Then come back here. We might need you.” He tossed my shirt to Tangle Foot, who grabbed at it and fumbled the catch.

Tangle Foot picked my shirt up from the ground, tugged at the rope to my bound wrists and headed down the road. In my helpless situation I had to go along. We soon cut off to our right, striking into trackless woods. Shortly we came to the grass carpeted glade where the Mohawk had set up camp.

They had built a stone fire ring there, and some distance beyond the fire ring they had set up two canvas pup tents. Three stakes had been fixed in the ground to the left of the fire ring. The stakes had been cut from straight ash logs, four or five inches in diameter and they rose over six feet tall. They stood about a yard from each other, and about the same distance from the fire ring. The bark had been peeled from them, and each one had a different symbol painted at the top. I couldn’t make any sense out of the symbols, and I wondered why Lone Wolf didn’t just monogram them with the letters A, D, and M. 

To the right of the fire ring they had set two more posts in the ground, but these were six feet apart and two stout poles had been lashed horizontally between them. The first pole was a few inches above the ground, and the second was close to six feet high. At first it puzzled me, then I remembered something I had read and realized what it was. My captors were Mohawk, part of the Iroquois nation, and this was an Iroquois torture frame.

Tangle Foot led me over to the stakes, “Which one do you want me to tie you to?” he asked.

I looked back over my shoulder. “Stakes are so boring. I think I’d like to be tied to that torture frame over there.” 

He stared at the torture frame with squinting eyes as though he were picturing me hanging from it. In order bind me spread eagle to the frame he would first have to untie my hands, and that was all I needed. If I could just dash into the woods I could escape easily, for the clumsy Tangle Foot would probably fall flat on his face within a hundred feet.

“OK,” he said. “That might be fun.”

I couldn’t believe my luck and his naivety as he led me over to the frame. He tossed the rope from my wrists over the upper pole, pulled it snug, dragging my bound wrists up as far as the rope around my waist would allow. Then he tied the free end back to my wrists so I stood tightly leashed to the top pole at the center of the frame. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “Don’t go anywhere.” I don’t think he was trying to make a joke. He just didn’t realize what he had said. He went to one of the pup tents and came back with several short pieces of rope. Kneeling behind me, he pulled my right foot out to the side and lashed it firmly to the lower pole and tied the end of the rope off to the stake on my right so I could not slide my foot along the pole back towards me. Then he did the same to my left. I stood with my feet spread and completely immobilized. That ruined my plan for running away. 

Next he started to untie my hands. I felt him working at the ropes much more than would be necessary just to untie me, and I noticed that sometimes one rope would seem to come off a wrist while another would go back on at the same time.

At last my right wrist broke free from my body, but my left one was still cinched to my waist. When I tried to bring my free arm around front I felt it tugged out to my side and up. I looked and saw that a rope still bound my wrist and Tangle Foot had thrown the end over the upper pole. I tried to pull back, but he put his weight against the rope and drew my wrist up to the bar so my arm stretched out at a 45-degree angle. He then tied my wrist to the pole and tied the end of the rope out to the stake on the right. He tied my left hand the same way, and then removed the long rope from my waist. I was completely helpless, tied spread eagle to the torture frame as I had asked to be.

After he had checked all the knots and bonds, he stood in front of me with his arms crossed and grinned. “I’m not as dumb as you thought I was, am I?”

I looked up at the ropes that held my wrists to the ash pole above me. “I guess not. I mean, I never really thought you were. You got me tied up good, and I never had a chance to escape. Not that I ever thought about it of course.”

“Yeah, right. Well, I’ve got to go now. We’ll see what Larr…, what Lone Wolf wants to do with you when we get back.” He picked up the long rope that had bound me earlier and coiled it. “We might need this. I hate to leave you alone all tied up like that, but don’t worry, we’ll be back soon.” He waved the rope at me. 

“Hey, maybe we’ll even bring you some company.”

{Parts 2 and 3 to follow)

Monitor a gagged person constantly and be ready to remove the gag quickly in case the person shows any sign of distress, because a person suffocating can be distressingly silent. Don't turn your back on them.

Any time you have a person tied, they must be able to communicate with you in case of an emergency. Their safety is your responsibility.
Safety tips for tie-up games

On another matter, I have never been comfortable with hosting Richard's stories on asstr, a domain meant for sexually-based stories. I have also suspected that having the "adult" stories in the same place may cause writers of innocent stories to avoid my site and not want their stories posted on my site. This has recently been confirmed.

If anyone knows of a (preferably free) web host which would accept stories of tying-up games, please let me know. My email is provided (slightly blinded to throw off the spammers) below.

My aim is to move all of the innocent stories to a completely different site and keep only the adult stories on asstr. The URL will also change.

Alternatively, I could ask asstr if I could have a separate site for the adult stories, but I still am not comfortable with having the innocent stories on asstr. A new (non-asstr) site is my ideal. Any suggestions?

Shut the fuck up. I'm young and find it important while I'm exploring tie up games to have people point out what might be obvious for more experienced people. 

I'm glad to recieve such advice.

Indian cards from shredded wheat? Uh-oh! I'm showing my age! Somewhere I have a whole set of them. Ah, memories.

Now get back to work: we want the rest of that great story!

Traverse

James

So we all got up and Kevin got the tape. 
"Your first Austin," Kevin said.
I was the one who tied Austin up. I made him go down to his knees and put his hands behind his back. I wrapped the duct tape around his wrists many time. I had to admit that it was VERY tight. Next I bound it ankle with the tape. I wrapped the tape around his mouth about 10 times. 
"Okay! Try to escape!" I said.
"Mmmmpppppphhhhh!" Austin tried to say through his gag.

We watched him struggle for 10 minutes then drug him across the floor into the tv room. Kevin & I watched tv for an our while Austin struggled on the floor.
 
 

Hope you enjoyed it!
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Anyway, hope you're enjoying a lot of happy tie up fun with the girl - or girls - of your choice ...

Cordially,

Anyway, hope you're enjoying a lot of happy tie up fun with the girl - or girls - of your choice ...

Cordially,

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It was the start of the school holidays and George's parents were in America for a couple of days, so he was sleeping over at my house while they were gone.

It was about 2pm and my parents were out. It was just me, George and my younger brother Andrew in the house. Me and George were playing on the computer, when Andrew came in and mentioned the tie up game.

"So, you like to be tied up?" He questioned George, while standing in my bedroom doorway.
"We were just having a big of fun," George replied.
Andrew reached into his pocket and took out a tape recorder. "So I guess you wouldn't mind me sharing this with your friends?" He pressed the stop button, and started to leave.
"Hold him down George," I ordered as I reached into my cupboard and took out a couple of rolls of duct tape and scissors.

Andrew started to run. He ran downstairs with me and George straight after him. He tried to run behind the dinner table, but we quickly blocked off both sides and grabbed him. George held his hands behind his back while I quickly rolled the tape around it. As I went to begin on his feet George lost his grip of him and Andrew started to run again. He ran into the downstairs bathroom and tried to close the door, but with his hands taped behind his back he could not lock it. We opened the door and dragged him back out, and taped his feet together.

George then lifted him up and lay him on the ground. We bent his knees and pulled back his hands and hogtied him. He struggled in his bonds but could not get free. "Let me go!" He ordered as well as the occasional swear word. George grabbed into Andrews Pocket where the Tape Recorder was, took it out and took out the tape. He gave me the tape, closed the tape recorder and put it back into Andrews Pocket.

"Are you going to behave yourself or do we need to leave you like that a little longer?" I teased.
He replied with some swear words, so I grabbed the Duct Tape and gagged him with it by wrapping it around his head a few times. He made some muffled noises, but whatever he was saying I could not understand.

We put the duct tape rolls on the table with the scissors and sat down on the dinner chairs to observe our good work. Our moment of celebration was broken up by a sense of Deja Vu, as the backdoor opened behind us and my Older brother, Dave, as well as two of his friends walked into the kitchen from the backyard. Dave, who was 20 no longer lived with us. For some reason he never used the front door anymore, probably because he cant be bothered taking out his keys and unlocking it.

As Dave walked in he noticed Andrew lying on the carpet duct taped in a hogtie. "Well, Well, Well - what do we have here?" He asked rhetorically. He walked over the the table, picked up a roll of duct tape and threw it to one of his friends. He grabbed the other and ran towards me, with his friends following his lead and running towards George.

Dave grabbed my hands and started to tape them to the sides of the chair (Our dinner table chairs have no arms). He had taped both hands to the sides and then started to continue up my arms, wrapping them to the chair. This was made easier as I was only wearing a singlet. I was kicking furiously as he was taping my hands to the chair. I looked to my left to see Dave's two friends taping George to the chair, but in a different fasion. They had already taped his hands behind the chair, and were now taping his feet to the legs of the chair.

Dave finished taping my arms to the chair and moved onto my legs, to stop me kicking. "Having fun?" He asked. I looked down at the ground to see Andrew bound and gagged looking up at me. At first I thought he was laughing in his gagged, but he seemed more nervous than happy. George also looked nervous, but I sensed a bit of excitement in him, as I was feeling the same thing. I was scared but excited.

After Dave had finished my legs he moved onto my chest, and like what his friends had done to George, he taped my chest and lap to the chair. I looked to my left to see Dave's friends taping George's mouth in a similar fasion to Andrew's.

Both Dave and his friends had finished with me and George. Dave came close to my face, and whispered, "Where is mum and dad?".
"Out" I said.
"O. K.", he replied slowly, "Give them my best." He said, before picking up the duct tape, cutting off a long strand and wrapping it around my head a few time. He moved off to leave through the back door, with his friends following. They walked out and closed the door.

Our lounge room was filled with 3 tied guys. Andrew, my brother hogtied and tapegagged on the carpet. George, my friend was tied to a chair with his hands taped behind his back and feet taped to the legs. He too was tapegagged. And me, also tied to a chair but with my hands taped to either sides and my legs also taped. Like the others I was also tapegagged, with the tape wrapped around the head a few times.

We were all there, struggling in our bonds and 'mmmphing' in our gags. I was tied too much to the chair to be able to free myself. I 'mmmphed' as I struggled, but I was tied too tight. It was no use, I was stuck.

Andrew too was stuck, he was rolling along the ground, trying to get free but he couldn't. George had the best chance of escaping. His hands were just simply tied behind him on the chair (with ofcourse his feet tied to the sides).

I looked behind me and saw the scissors lying on the table. I mmmphed at the others to singal them of the scissors. They noticed and George stood up and tried to grab them with his hands. He managed to grab them, and started to cut the layers of duct tape behind him.

Almost through, George dropped the scissors. They fell to the ground. We all looked at eachother silently.

Andrew started to wriggle over towards the scissors, hoping he would have a chance to free himself. It was no use though. It was too hard for him to grab with his hogtie. After a long while (as it seemed) George finally broke though the duct tape binding through his hands, he unwrapped the duct tape binding his chest (he had to leave the gag on though, he tried unwrapping it but he couldn't at the time). He grabbed the scissors and cut loose his feet.

He then moved onto me with the scissors and cut me free. He helped me with my gag and I helped unwrap his. We then went over to Andrew who was 'mmmphing' like crazy started to cut him free. Finally we had finished untaping him (except his mouth, we didn't bother with that) and we cleaned up the mess. Ten minutes later we were all sitting in the lounge room talking about our experience. Andrew seemed to enjoy it, and he promised he would keep our secret.
 
 
 

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I watched Tangle Foot jog off to join his fellows, leaving me alone to the quiet woods and my thoughts. I had never been tied up like this before, and even though I only had ropes on my wrists and ankles, I felt completely helpless. And because I was bare to the waist I felt horribly vulnerable. I got a taste of the terror that a real Mohawk captive must have felt when he was stretched out naked on a frame and waiting for torture.

I listened to the sounds of the woods. For about fifteen minutes I heard only birds and animals. Off to my left I recognized the slow hollow drumming of a pileated woodpecker working its way from tree to tree towards the glade. Then it flew across the opening and landed on the trunk of a dead pine in good view. Forgetting everything else, I watched in fascination as it worked the trunk for several minutes and then moved on. Those who love the forest are never alone there. 

After the woodpecker vanished, I again became acutely aware that I was tied up spread eagle on a torture frame. A few minutes later I heard shouting off in the direction Tangle Foot had run. Then silence again. Then I heard people coming through the woods, talking and laughing, not trying to hide their presence or their numbers. This was not a good sign.

Through gaps in the undergrowth I spotted a line of warriors approaching the glade. They were all shirtless, so I assumed they were Mohawks. But the third in line did not have war paint on his body. As they came closer I saw it was Mario. He walked with his hands behind his back, and I saw ropes circling his waist. 

Five warriors came into the glade: the four Mohawks and Mario. At least André still roamed free. He was our only hope, but what could he do against so many?

They led Mario to the stake nearest to the torture frame and me, where they untied him. With four Mohawk warriors surrounding him, he didn’t even try to fight. Shadow Warrior and Tangle Foot backed him against the stake and held his arms behind it while Running Deer tied his crossed wrists. He then used more rope to tie Mario’s elbows back against the stake, and he wrapped some ropes from his elbows across his chest and over his shoulders binding his body tightly to the stake. He then spiraled a long rope down his body, tying him with extra turns at the waist, knees and ankles. When Running Deer had finished binding Mario, Lone Wolf stood in front of him, gloating over his new captive. Mario was so firmly tied up to the stake he could barely move.

“What is your name, Abenaki?” Lone Wolf asked as he tossed Mario’s shirt on the grass beside him.

Mario scowled at him. “You know it’s Mario. Are you dumb or what?”

“I meant your Indian name.”

Mario was silent for a moment, because he still hadn’t settled on his Indian name as André and I had. Then he said “Hosmigotcha.” I had never heard that one before.

“Interesting. What does it mean?”

“It’s about a great adventure I had. One day my father’s horse ran away, so I tracked it for many miles. At last I found it grazing on clover in a meadow where I stalked up to it and lassoed it. Then I said to the horse, “Hoss, me got ya!” 

Lone Wolf laughed. “So, we have Graylock and Hosmigotcha, if that really is your name.”

“It is.”

“But there was another one, a yellow haired warrior. What’s his name?”

“André.”

“His Indian name.” Lone wolf spoke with a sigh, as though the questioning were becoming tedious.

“Like I said, it’s André. He’s a half-breed. You saw his blond hair. He calls himself André DuBois. He says that it means André of the woods.”

“So, he thinks he’s a pretty good woodsman, huh?”

“You better believe it. And you guys had better watch out. Whenever you’re alone in the forest, watch your back. He can take you any time he wants.”

Lone Wolf laughed loudly at that, and I saw his clenched fist fly towards Mario’s face, but he stopped it an inch before it would hit and just pushed Mario’s jaw aside gently. “I like you, Hosmigotcha. You’ve got spunk. I’ll give you the honor of proving it when we torture you, and maybe we’ll adopt you into our tribe. Would you like to become a Mohawk warrior?”

Mario thought for a moment, and must have realized that a little diplomacy could save himself a lot of grief. “Maybe. I’ll know when the time comes.”

“Good.” Lone Wolf sauntered over to me and walked around me in silence, inspecting my bonds. Then he gave me a hard slap on my butt and said, “So, Graylock. How does it feel to be a Mohawk prisoner?”

“I can handle it.”

“We’ll see about that. Practice your death song while we hunt down André, because after we bring him in, you will have to sing it.”

He returned to Mario and told him that he should practice his death song too, but reminded him that if he showed great bravery under torture, they would adopt him into the tribe.

“I can hardly wait,” Mario said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “I hate to miss out on anything. Are you going to whack my butt too?” Larry chuckled and gave him a slap on the buttock, but not half as hard as the one I got. 

“OK braves, let’s get this over with,” Lone Wolf said. “There’s only one enemy left, and a half-breed at that. I think we’ve made enough noise to attract him. Shadow warrior, you hide in the woods where you can watch our prisoners. If you see André sneaking in to rescue them, give a yell and tackle him and hang onto him until we get here. The rest of us will set up an ambush in case he comes down the road like Hosmigotcha did.”

They left the camp and when they were out of earshot I said to Mario, “Hosmigotcha? Where did that come from?“

“It’s just something I heard somewhere. Call me Mario.”

“Okay Mario, do you think you can get loose?” 

He struggled against his ropes and said, “I doubt it. How about you?”

The ropes gripped my wrists tightly and the knots were out of reach of my fingers. I yanked on the pole but it was white ash and too strong for me to break. I could not slide my hands together. I stood there bound and helpless. 

I tried to make the best of the situation. “This is some adventure, isn’t it?” I said to Mario. “Being tied up like real Indian prisoners waiting to be tortured.”

“It’s different,” he said, and then looked at me with a grin. “Have you got your death song?”

I had one that I had made up out of phrases I took from a book on Indian languages that I got at the library. It had Sioux and Mandan and Ojibwa all mixed up in it, but it sounded pretty good and no one would know. “Yeah, how about you?”

“I think I’ll just chant some Latin. André and you will know, but the Mohawks won’t.” I knew what he was talking about. Our guys were all from the north end and altar boys at St. Michael’s. The Mohawks came from the other side of the tracks, the middle and south end of town, and were Baptists and Congregationalists. An Indian death song or a Latin chant would be all the same to them.

We fell silent, and then in the quiet woods I heard the call of a white-throated sparrow: “Old…Sam…Peabody Peabody Peabody”. I knew it was André. You sometimes heard them at this elevation during the spring migration, but never in summer when they were in the high mountain forests.

Scanning the woods in the direction of the sound, I saw André’s head peeking out from behind a small hemlock. When he had my eye he started asking questions in sign language. I responded by either casually lowering my head or turning it aside for “yes” or “no” in case Shadow Warrior could see me. Within a few minutes André knew there was one guard watching us, and he knew roughly where that guard was hidden. His head disappeared. A few minutes later I heard rustling in the woods and a muffled cry. 

A few minutes after that, André trotted into the glade leading Shadow Warrior by a rope that bound the Mohawk’s wrists behind his back. He hitched his prisoner to the stake next to Mario, then drew his hunting knife and cut away Mario’s bonds, freeing him quickly, as the enemy could return at any moment. Then he ran over and cut me loose.

“It’s a waste of good rope,” he said. “But at least it’s Mohawk rope. Get your shirt and let’s go.”

Mario and I grabbed our shirts, André unhitched Shadow Warrior, and the four of us dashed into the woods as fast as our prisoner could run with his hands tied behind him. 

We kept going for a couple of minutes until we figured we were safe, and then sat under a tree to catch our breath.

As Mario and I put our shirts back on I looked at Shadow Warrior and asked, “how come you didn’t yell?” 

“André sort of twisted my arm and made me promise scout’s honor not to yell.”

“Sort of?”

“Well, okay, he really put the pressure on. It hurt like hell.”

“Sorry about that,” André said, “but I was desperate.”

“That’s okay. In a way, I’m glad you took me prisoner. At least I get away from Larry’s bull for a while.”

“You mean Lone Wolf?” 

“Hah! He’s really going to be a Lone Wolf if he keeps it up. He takes it all too seriously. Why can’t we just have fun?”

“So it was his idea for you guys to sneak up and capture us today?” I asked.

“Yeah. He’s still brooding over the way you beat him down on the Lemon Fair and made us all sign articles. I told him we promised no more sneak attacks, but he said that only held for the river and pirate stuff. Jim wouldn’t have anything to do with it. I guess I went along with it because I’m just a weak tagalong. Another loser like Larry.”

“No you’re not,” Mario said. “You’ve got something Larry will never have. How would you like it if we adopted you into our tribe?”

“Can you do that?” he asked.

“Sure, just like Lone Wolf said he might adopt me. All you have to do is show bravery under torture, and then we adopt you.”

“Uh, I don’t know. What kind of torture?” He looked at us a little leery. 

“Tickling!” Mario shouted, and pounced on him, running his fingers up and down Shadow Warrior’s sides. Shadow Warrior laughed and kicked his legs spastically. Then André sat on his thighs and I pulled off his moccasins and tickled the soles of his feet. 

After three or four minutes of that, we stopped the torture, and Shadow Warrior lay on the ground laughing softly and breathing hard. I saw tears running down his cheeks.

“Do you think you’ll live?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’ll live.”

“Will you join our tribe?”

“Yes, I’ll join.”

“Scout’s honor?” André asked.

“Yes, scout’s honor. But that isn’t necessary.”

I untied his hands and Shadow Warrior sat rubbing his wrists. “I get to have a new name, right? I hate ‘Shadow Warrior’. It sounds like I’m a spook or something.”

“So why did you pick it?” Mario asked.

“I didn’t. Larry, or I should say Lone Wolf, makes all the decisions. I told him it was a stupid name, but he said he liked it, and that was that.”

“Well, that explains one thing,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“Why Steve is called Tangle Foot. Lone Wolf’s idea, right?”

“You got it. So, anyway, my new name is Fox because I was smart enough to leave his stupid tribe. And now that we’ve got four warriors and he’s only got three, let’s take him down.”

The four of us returned to the Mohawk camp and did a circuit of it in the woods to make sure no enemy lurked nearby. The area seemed deserted, so Lone Wolf was still waiting in ambush. That made sense because he had only been gone for less than half an hour.

“I’ve got an idea,” Fox said. “Tie me to a stake, and then hide up in the woods. I’ll yell for help and when they get here they’ll all gather around me to untie me and hear my story. I’ll tell them André shagged me and that I saw you all run away. While I have them distracted, you guys run in as quietly as you can. Each of you tackles a Mohawk and holds him tight. I’ll help whoever’s got Lone wolf and we’ll tie him up first. The rest should be easy.”

We went into the clearing and Fox stood against a stake with his wrists crossed behind it. I started to tie them loosely. “You can get out of this easily if you have to,” I said.

“No. Tie me up for real. They have to believe I’m a prisoner.”

“What if we run in and you are still tied and can’t get free?”

“Yeah, right.” Fox thought for a moment and said, “once I’m free I’ll wave my hands around like I’m all excited. When you see that, then you charge.”

So I tied Fox up firmly, binding his wrists behind the post. I didn’t tie his feet however or wrap any other ropes around him. Then we scattered and hid in the woods at the edge of the glade. Fox called loudly for help, and kept on calling until the three Mohawk warriors came running into the glade.

“What happened?” Lone Wolf asked as he approached the bound warrior.

“André snuck up on me and jumped me before I realized he was there.”

“And you didn’t call for help?”

“I tried to. I really did. But he clamped a hand over my mouth, and he also got me in an arm lock. He really put on the pressure, and it hurt like crazy. I had to promise scout’s honor not to yell.”

“And you just let him do it?”

“Hey, he surprised me and he’s stronger than me. What could I do?”

“You could have yelled sooner. You seemed to have forgotten your scout’s honor once they were gone.”

“André let me shout after they left so you would come and untie me. I never broke scout’s honor.” 

So far, every word that Fox had spoken was the truth.

“Well, I think maybe you could have fought a little harder. I should leave you tied to that stake for letting us down. Unfortunately, all three of them are on the loose now. We need you for battle. Untie him, Running Deer.”

“Thanks,” Fox said.

“But I’m not going to forget this, Shadow Warrior. I’ll deal with you after we’ve captured the Abenaki. Which way did they go?”

“The last I saw of them, each one was running off in a different direction.”

I watched as Running Deer untied the ropes, and when I saw Fox waving his arms excitedly, I trotted softly from my cover. André and Mario ran into the glade also. We had not gotten far when Running Deer shouted “Look out! It’s an ambush!”

The three turned to face us and stood ready to meet our charge, but that was okay. I tackled Running Deer, Mario got Tangle Foot, and André pulled Lone Wolf to the ground.

As I wrestled with Running Deer I saw Fox run over to André and Lone Wolf with a rope. In an instant it struck me. Everybody’s fate depended on Fox. I had a good hold on Running Deer, but by the same token he had a solid grip on me. Neither of us could easily get away. Mario and André were in similar straits.

If Fox helped André take Lone wolf prisoner, then we were fine. But if Fox were only tricking us and helped Lone Wolf, then we three Abenakis would wind up tied to stakes by the fire ring.

I saw Fox jump into the melee, and waited to see where his loyalty was. 

As I watched the squirming heap formed by Fox, André and Lone Wolf, all I could see was a tangle of bodies, arms, and legs, and a rope snaking around. I could not tell who was tying up whom. Then, over the scuffling and grunts of the struggle, I heard the shout “traitor!”

(Part 3 to follow)

I remember waking up that cool August morning to the sound of the rain on the roof of my parents house. Today was a very special day that I had been looking forward to for most of my summer vacation. I was eight at the time of the story and I lived with the rest of my family in a northern part of Ohio. I was short at only four feet two inches. I had light blue eyes and short brown hair, which I kept the longest part of tied back in a short ponytail behind my head. The rest of my hair hung loosely at my sides of my face. My face was covered with light red freckles and I was missing one of my bottom front teeth where I had recently lost a baby tooth. I was the youngest member of my family at eight. 

(Just a side note, as I stated above, this was not the first time that I played tie up games with my siblings. I had been playing these games since I was six years old when I was fist tied to a tree by my older brother Sean. I should also mention that our parents knew about our games, but they didn't really care as long as nobody got hurt and they were all in good fun. Personally, I like being tied up. It was a neat thing to experience at a young age because it was frustrating and exciting not to be able to move around. I really found it to be relaxing to have to just sit still and wait to get released. Back to the story)

I sat up in bed and stretched as best I could as the cool morning air rolled into the room from window that Scott had left open the night before with the screen in place. A box fan on its medium setting circulated the cool damp air around the room. Despite the quiet summer chill to the room I was toasty warm wrapped snuggly in my blankets and jammies in the lower of the two bunk beads. Scott was my older brother who was the second youngest in our family being only 10 years old at the time. He and I shared a room for as long as I could remember. We had a set of bunk beds with two different sets of sheets. I had ponies and Scott had space ships on his. I being the youngest slept in the bottom bunk. 

Scott had purposely left the window open so that I would not overheat. This was a gesture I was grateful for because I would have been too hot otherwise in the stuffy room on a rainy August morning. I glanced over on the clock on the chest of drawers it said 6:04 in big red digital numbers. I always woke up earlier than Scott especially during the Summer when he tended to sleep in later. I could here Mary down the hall in the kitchen preparing breakfast and decided to get out of bed. I knew the room was going to be cold when I got out of bed, but I had to sooner or later and besides I was hungry. Reluctatly, I took my handcuffed wrists and pulled the blankets off of myself.

When our parents found out that Scott and I played tie up games together, my father had an neat idea for a Chirstmas present for us last year. He had gotten each of us a set of handcuffs for Chirstmas. They were the real deal too. The handcuffs needed to be open with a key and lacked the easy open button found on most toy sets. They also locked so that they would not tighten or loosen without the key. Scott and I each had two keys and our mother kept a spare set in the kitchen drawer just in case. I like the way they felt and sometimes I would were mine to bed locked in front of me. Normally, I would let myself out before leaving my room so that my parents wouldn't find out about it, but my parents were currently out of town on a cruise.

I yawned bringing my locked hand together up over my head stretching them as I yawned shaking the sleepiness from my eyes. Then I brought my hands down and pulled the blankets completely off of my legs. The chill of the cool floor wrapped securely around my legs as lowered my pajama feet to the floor. I was dressed in a one piece fleece set of pajamas. They covered me warmly starting at the top of my shoulders all the way down to my pajama feet. My pajamas had were light blue with a snowflake print and a zipper that went from the V of my neck all the way down to my waist. The built in feet wrapped around the top of my foot and were made of the vinal gripper material. I looked down at my legs which were also cuffed together with Scott's handcuffs. I started skidding slow towards the door. It took me a few minutes to cross the room because my feet were locked so closely together and I could only use my hands minimally for balance.

It took me a moment to open the door because of my impediments, but I was successful on opening and exiting the room quietly. Then I scooted down the hallway towards the sounds of Mary making breakfast. I noticed that the temperature in the hallway was a few degrees warmer than in the bedroom and I started to warm up in my fleece pajamas. It took me almost 10 minutes to slip all the way down to the kitchen situated only 50 feet down the hallway for my room. When I arrived Mary told me to have a seat at the table and she would bring me a bowl of cereal as soon as she finished packing for the trip. My older sister Mary was 20 at the time and home from college for the summer. She had been left in charge of the house hold during my parents two week cruise through the Florida Keys. I scooted over to the table and pulled my chair out with a fair amount of effort. Then I seated myself and waited for Mary to bring me a bowl of cereal.

Mary came over with a bowl of Trix and a glass of orange juice she poured me from the refrigerator. She set them down in front of me and noticed the handcuffs on my wrists and ankles. Mary asked me, " Did Scott tie you up for the whole night?" I answered that he had, but only after I asked him to. She just shrugged and went back to her preparation. We were going on a camping trip in my father's RV at a campground for about 5 days. We looked forward to it every Summer. However, this year our parents had taken a cruise for their wedding aniversary and only the four of us were going. I sat down and ate breakfast slowly over the next 15. I looked over at Mary occasionally to see what she was doing out of curiosity. About half way through the meal Sean came walking down the hallway. He glance over at me once and then shifted his attention to Mary. He asked her if she knew where his bag was and she replied that she had already loaded his bag earlier this morning into the camper. 

Mary picked up her cup of morning coffee, crossed the kitchen floor, and seated herself opposite myself. She took a deep sip from her cup, then she motioned for Sean to come and join us at the table. My older brother Sean was 14 at the time. He had a typical uncaring teenage attitude at the time and almost never ate breakfast. Still, Sean was fun to play and joke with despite the large gap in our ages. The three of us began to talk as I ate and Mary sipped slowly at the cup of coffee in her hand. We spoke about our plans for the next five days and the conversation lightened Neither Mary or Sean paid any due attention to my current predicament. 

The topic of the conversation changed over the course of the next few minutes from the camping trip to Seans curiosities about his upcoming high school start in the fall. When I finished my cereal, I sat quietly and listened to their conversation for a few minutes, but soon my attention dulled on the subject. I shifted my attention to the handcuffs on my wrists and ankles. I began by stretching them to their full length and applying as much resistance as I could. Then I tried running my feet and hands rapidly in different directions just to feel the security the shackles offered. Mary and Sean threw a short glance my way and then returned intentively to their conversation. I decided that I was getting tired of being able to move around as easily as I could. Also, I wanted to draw a little more attention to myself because I was left out of the conversation. 

So, I lifted my cuffed legs and pulled them up to my chest on the kitchen chair with my hands. Then I lifted my pajama feet and slid the chain of my handcuffs underneath them. Next, I set my feet on the floor and began to slide off of the chair into a standing position. Finally, I stood up and repositioned my hands over my bottom and brought them to rest behind the small of my back. This efficiently secured my hands snugly cuffed behind my back. I liked this position better than having my hands in front of me because it further reduced my ability to move and use my hands. I arched my back and struggled a little to test the security of my new position. I was very flexible at my young age of 8 and I could switch my hands from front to back easily, provided they were only restrained at the wrists. This failed to get Sean of Mary's attention. However, Scott had finally wakened up and was coming down the hall.

Scott entered the kitchen groggy and slowly went towards the box of trix. He poured himself a bowl and added milk from the refrigerator. He came over to the dining room table and took a seat at the remaining empty chair. He sat down and began to eat his cereal slowly. He looked over at me and said, " I see your still a little tied up this morning Sis" jokingly. I gave him a mean look. He set his spoon down and said "Now don't look at me that way, your the one who wanted to be tied up in the first place, and I am not the one who did your hands behind your back." "You must have slipped your feet through on your own." I smiled and shyed away from him. He was right I was the one who wanted to be tied up in the first place. "Do you want me to let you out now?", Scott asked as he produced the key to the cuffs I was wearing. 

I really didn't want him to let me out, but I knew that we were leaving in a little over an hour. I really didn't want to be double handcuffed in my pajamas all the way there. So, I reluctantly nodded yes. Scott came over and unlocked the two sets of shackles on my hands and feet and went back to eating his cereal. I rubbed my sore arms and legs to get the circulation back to normal. Mary told us "remember now, we will he leaving here at 9:15 and you all need to be ready to go." "Sean already loaded your bags last night so all you need to do is get what you need for in the car ready" she added. I knew it would be a long car trip and that I still needed to find something to do on the way there. What I didn't know is that Scott had already planned to make the trip a lot longer for me.

Well unfortunately, I didn't get all the way into the story that I wanted to. However, I tend to be a little verbose when I write a story down so it will have to wait to a latter post when I have more time. There were three other incidents where I got tied up over the camping trip, the fist one being in the RV ride on the way down. I hope that everyone has enjoyed the story so far. Please let me know what you think. Comments would be appreciated. Let me know if you want the hear the rest of the story. 

Jennifer 
 
 

Many thanks.

Traverse

Thank you, John, David, James(JT) and Jennifer.

I agree with Bondwriter, John's story had a resemblance with previous ones. However, the psychological subtleties intertwined with a very interesting view of the meaning of bondage (quote:"I guess I was sort of my own prisoner") were nonetheless food for thought.

David: What can I say? Narrative is definitely your specialty, man. I liked how the story is not all about tie-ups, although it plays an important role. And don't be so hard on Lone Wolf; like Zaratustra said, be glad of the enemies you had, because his victories are also your victories. You were lucky to have a worthy enemy and it's interesting you chose to play games were there were always opposite roles of pirate/indians and good vs. "bad" indians. Keep it up. Great plot. And don't do that one-word-end anymore! Just kidding, but I'm dying of curiousity!!

Did you got tied up again or do you have to wait for a next occasion? Would like to know the continuation...

You may wish to surf to this site - biel meaning, b)ondage i)n e)veryday l)ife:

http://thebielsite.com

At one time, the biel site was a yahoo club / group, until some complained, as people sometimes do ...

Hope I've helped you.

Oh and "ubrigens," if somehow you haven't noticed, I tend on the verbose side myself ...

me and chelsea have been together for a little while and i have a thing about ticking her. she is so ticklish you barly have to touch her feet or tummy, but what she dosnt no is that i am supa ticklish probably worse then her.

anyway chalea knows that i like to be tied up but she dosnt take much intrest in it and one day she asked me if she could tie me up i agred and asked her how she told me to sit in a chai, so i sat down as she pulled my hands behind my back and tightly tied them securly to the back of the chair she then tied each of my feet to the leg of the chair. i was quit surprissed on how well she had tied me as she normally wasnt very good.

"Did you practise" i asked her
"can you tell" she replied 
"well its better the your normal work" i told her
"well it has to be for what i want to do"
"and whats that" i asked as she stradled me keeping her hands on my belly.
"are you ticklish" she asked me
"chelsea don't ple.."
chelsea clamperd her hand over my mouth and bought her face close to mine.
"shh" she said using her over hand to run her finger over my belly.
"mmmpppphh2 i replied trying to beg.
it was no use chelsea just ran her fingers all over me i was in histerics laughting it was so painfull butnot to terrible.

she finally took her hand away 
"now you no how i feel"
"ok ill never tickle you agewn but pleae stop!" 
she agreed to stop and we kissed and stuff for a while 
(i was still tied up)
In the end i had quit a lot of fun and i think she did as well.
The end 

feedback plz
kady
 

My heart leapt when I heard the shout, for I recognized Lone Wolf’s voice. The three warriors struggled for a few more minutes. Then André and Fox stood up and looked down at Lone Wolf who lay on his stomach with his hands tied behind him. They pulled Lone Wolf to his feet and dragged him over to a stake.

Lone Wolf continued to struggle even though his hands were tied, but they soon had his wrists bound to the stake. André wrapped a rope around Lone Wolf’s waist and drew it tightly against the stake. Since his bound wrists were between the small of his back and the stake, Lone Wolf was forced to bow forward. He continued to kick at his captors, so André lashed his ankles against the stake. 

They didn’t tie him any more than that, so his body and legs could twist and writhe, but he could not escape. His war paint had become badly smeared in the fight, and the feathers in his headband hung down rumpled and broken. He no longer looked like a fierce warrior, but like the pathetic and helpless captive he really was. 

With Lone wolf out of the way, it was easy to take care of Tangle Foot, and then Running Deer. The two warriors were soon bound to stakes the same way as Lone Wolf, and with smeared paint and crumpled feathers too.

Lone Wolf sneered at Fox. “So, how does it feel to be a traitor, Shadow Warrior? Or maybe your name should be Back Stabber.”

“My name is Fox,” he answered. “And I’m not exactly a traitor.”

“Ha!” Lone Wolf scowled at him.

Now Mario stepped in to defend Fox. “Remember when you told me you might adopt me into your tribe?”

Lone Wolf glared at Mario, but said nothing.

“You know that’s how it works. We captured a Mohawk named Shadow Warrior who showed great courage and we adopted him into our tribe. It’s the same as you were thinking of doing with me. He’s now an Abenaki and his name is Fox.”

“Hey,” Tangle Foot said. “If I become an Abenaki, can I get a new name too?” 

“Of course, but it’s not as easy as that. First we have to torture you. If you are brave, then we may agree to adopt you.”

“Well, I don’t know about the torture.”

“You don’t have a choice,” I said. “Release him from the stake, Fox, but leave his hands tied behind his back.” Fox untied the ropes on his waist and ankles so Tangle Foot was free to walk about.

“Now, kick off your moccasins,” I ordered, and Tangle Foot did so.

“Your torture will be to run the gauntlet,” I said.

“You’re not going to beat me, are you?” Tangle Foot’s eyes widened and he backed away from us.

“Okay, Mario,” I said, “show him.”

Mario ran towards Tangle Foot, who was shirtless like all the Mohawks, and dug into his ribs with wicked fingers. Tangle Foot yelped and twisted away from Mario, and into the hands of Fox. The four of us surrounded him, driving him from one to another as he yelled and laughed and tried to squirm away. Soon he tumbled onto the grass, and we were able to attack his feet as well as his torso. 

After a few minutes of it, we stopped and stood over our prisoner who lay exhausted on the ground. 

“Do you still wish to join the Abenaki?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied between gasps.

I looked at Mario, André, and Fox. They all nodded. 

“OK. You’re in. What is your new name?”

“You mean I can pick my own?”

“Of course.”

“That’s great. Call me Hawkeye.”

We helped Hawkeye to his feet and untied his hands. Then the five of us confronted Lone Wolf and Running Deer, as they stood tied to their stakes.

“You can torture us all you want,” Lone Wolf said. “We’re not joining up with any bear-poo Abenakis. Never!”

“Speak for yourself,” Running Deer said to him. “It’s beginning to get pretty lonely being a Mohawk.” Then he looked at me with a grin. “I suppose I have to run the gauntlet too?”

I looked over at the torture frame I had been tied to earlier. “No. You guys put a lot of work into that torture frame, and I hate to see it go to waste.”

Running Deer looked at it and nodded. “Okay. With five of you, I guess there’s not much I can do about it, so let’s get it over with.” One thing I can say about Running Deer is that he had a spirit of adventure. We untied him and Running Deer didn’t struggle as André and I each took one of his arms and lead him over to the torture frame. 

We tied him in a tight spread eagle as I had been. His drawn up arms caused his chest to stretch out and his abdomen to sink in beneath the arch of the bottom of his rib cage. I walked around him and got views from all angles. His tight skin revealed the contours of his bones, and I could see the collarbones at the top of his chest in the front, and his shoulder blades from behind. I ran my finger down his spine, counting the lumps of his vertebrae. Then I began to count his ribs with my fingertips. That set him to laughing and twisting his body as best he could. 

I stood back and let the others have turns tickling Running deer, and we kept it up for several minutes as he laughed and writhed on the frame. When we had finished torturing him, we agreed that he had shown bravery and adopted him into the tribe.

“What is your new name?” I asked.

It took him a few moments to get his breath back. “Can I keep Running Deer?”

“Sure.”

We untied him, and the six of us decided to go to our Abenaki camp where we had an elaborately decorated peace pipe and a good supply of corn silk. 

“What about Lone Wolf?” Fox asked.

“Let’s just leave him tied up here,” Hawkeye said. 

“No,” I said. “I think it’ll be more fun if we bring him with us. Release him from the stake, but make sure his arms are tied up really good.” I thought that maybe if Lone Wolf had to walk with us tightly bound while we were all free and having fun, he might swallow his pride and decide to join us after all.

Once Lone Wolf was freed from the post with only his wrists bound behind his back, I pushed his elbows together so they almost touched and André bound them firmly. Then we wrapped a number of ropes around his arms and body from his chest to his waist, and up over his shoulders and down between his legs. It was definitely overkill, but he was quite a sight when we had finished.

We made him walk that way with us to our camp, and then tied him to a stake with more ropes around his upper body. We also tied his legs to the stake at the thighs, above and below his knees, and at the ankles. 

Then we ignored him and sat in a circle smoking the peace pipe. Corn silk smoke has its own unique taste and aroma, but it’s harsh so we didn’t smoke much, and of course we didn’t inhale. Nevertheless, a brave would cough now and then when some stray smoke caught his lungs. We talked and laughed about our adventure and other things for quite a while.

Then we heard Lone Wolf shout, ”hey guys! Remember me?”

I turned and looked at him. “Lone Wolf! You’re still here?” 

“How about letting me go now? Being tied up like this is pretty tiresome.”

“Not a chance,” I said. “Mohawk warriors are way too dangerous to just let them go running around all over the place.”

He sighed. “Okay, you win.”

“That’s pretty obvious.”

“What I mean is, I’d like to join your tribe.”

“Oh really? Even though you think we’re bear poo?”

He didn’t answer, and I really felt sorry for him as I saw him standing there. His arms were tied so tightly behind him I couldn’t see any part of them. It looked as though they had been lopped off right at the shoulders. And the ropes formed deep furrows on his torso as they pressed into his bare skin. He had a hangdog look, and I even saw a tear running down his right cheek. I felt he had had enough.

“What do you say, Guys?” I asked my fellow Abenakis.

“Only if his name is Wolf Who Carries His Tail Between His Legs,” Hawkeye said.

“Wow. That’s a mouthful.” 

“Isn’t it, though?” Hawkeye laughed.

He accepted is new name, and we untied Wolf Who Carries His Tail Between His Legs. We soon got sick of calling him that, so we changed it to Crazy Wolf.

Peace didn’t last long, and the following week our new Abenakis decided to become Mohawks again, with Running Deer as a new assistant chief to help temper Lone Wolf. That was OK by us. Warfare was one of the fun things about being Indians. We had a good supply of corn silk, however, and our wars always ended with a few drags on the peace pipe, because we were all friends at heart.

David

How refreshing to read a story with a real narrative flow, interesting characters, and realistic dialogue. AND-- from someone who knows how to wield the English language with purpose and precision.

Many others here could take note. But they won't.

WARNING: excessive application of -TAG- may incite your sister and her friends to tackle, T)ie A)nd G)ag you, without warning. Use TUGames, but be Safe.

:)

The last paragraph sounds as if you had more stories to tell.
I think I'm not the only one who is looking forward to them.

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Up in my Attic, I used to have an old rocking chair. My atic floor was carpeted, and full of extra toys and junk that could not fit within the rest of the house. Now ever since I could remeber, I have been into bondage. I found out that my friends liked beign tied up too. So when I was younger, we would all play "The Tieup Game".

Now before this tie up game even came along, there was this kid, Domenick, who used to live down the street. Domenick was a big kid, adn much older than my brother and I. sometimes,he could be mean, but other times he was fun to hangout with.

So, one day my brother and I were in our attic hanging with Domenick. Some how, I cannot remember, Domenick and I got into tie ups. At the right moment I took out a duffle bag that held ropes,ties,scarves, bandanas, winter hats, headbands, and many fabric belts. I procceeded in a coversation,untl eventually, I sat down in the rocking chair.

Domenick began by blind folding me with a dark blue bandanna. Then, using two fabric belts, te tied eacj leg to its own post of the rocking chair's legs. Then he placed my left arm on the left arm of the rocking chair. He proceeded to tie My arm to tthe chair using a tie, a fabric belt, and a head band (twisting it around my arm and the chair). Then he did the same thing to my right arm.

Next, he used a fabric belt to tie my waist/ chest to the rocking chair. When he was done, he gagged me with a bandanna. I squirmed for a little bit. He laughed. Then, he untied me. I then tied him up. I have always remembered my turn, but not his.

**MORE ROCKING CHAIR AND OTHER STORIES TO COME**

I first would like to refer you to "Lorelei" and her very rational arguments *against* the practice of Self Bondage in a sub-set of her home page,

http://bedroombondage.com

under the category / heading,

AEF / "Auto Erotic Fatalities"

Pls know, in the above, Lorelei seeks, not to, eh, RESTRAIN :) the self-bound from the associated pleasures, she merely cites many an example of how even the simplest of self-binds can be deadly fatal. Before you even -think- further as to tying yourself up, I strongly urge you to visit bedroom bondage and read Lorelei's excellent treatment of the danger eh, BOUND UP :) in even simple, self bondage.

The next thing I'd like to say is, if you must tie youself, do have a safety and if I may suggest, adopt the son - father - grandfather model for computer data backup known to data proccessing centers here State Side, i.e., do not use ONE person / party as your safety, use two, even three. Better to be embarassed than be dead.

In tandem with the above, space check in by each of the two, three, four or more - you can never have enough! - safeties every M minutes from when you first bound yourself to the time you want the heck OUT. For instance, you plan to revel in helplessness at your own hand from one in the afternoon until three - two hours - at which time you decidedly want, OUT. We will assume you've lined up four safeties, each of whom is to check, in four different ways (ex., knock on the door; key to your house; telephone, etc.) at: 1:30, 2:00, 2:30 and 3:00, respectively.

The idea to the above is to have each party / safety promptly follow through as to why you haven't, again, for ex., answered the knock, opened the front door, answered the phone, etc.

The last thing I might suggest at this time, and as deadly as Lorelei's sober warnings re: AEFs, are, do NOT, I repeat, do NOT, gag yourself! Scroll up and see my remarks to James as to why even 'harmless' cleave gags are playing with fire, _even when_ the Top has his / her eyes on the bottom / one bound, each and every second.

I hope I've helped you, and, if somehow I offended or came off as a presumptuous bore, I apologize.

Okay, forum regulars; this OLD 'dude' is NEW here; what advice can -you- give startin' ?

Cordially,

http://youtube.com/watch?search=asian+Bondage&v=_MwJ8zjqh68

well anyway me and britany both dressed like the girl in the movie and tied eachother up like in the movie. it was fun. only thing is we wernt wearing any shoes. i dont like my feet tied with shoes on when i get tied up i usualy wear knee highs, thigh highs, or stockings. but anyway, we didn,t really find much of anything interesting and like a couple of people said they are professionals not tie up games or stories. i just think the woman in the video i mentioned is a very good actress and can make it seem almost real. i just wished they would have shown her hands, and showed someone gagging her

http://youtube.com/watch?search=asian+Bondage&v=_MwJ8zjqh68

well anyway me and britany both dressed like the girl in the movie and tied eachother up like in the movie. it was fun. only thing is we wernt wearing any shoes. i dont like my feet tied with shoes on when i get tied up i usualy wear knee highs, thigh highs, or stockings. but anyway, we didn,t really find much of anything interesting and like a couple of people said they are professionals not tie up games or stories. i just think the woman in the video i mentioned is a very good actress and can make it seem almost real. i just wished they would have shown her hands, and showed someone gagging her

thanx
hom fan

thanx
hom fan

Once again, this event takes place up in my attic with the old rocking cair:

At this point, the "Tie Up Game" has been invented by me and my friends.

One day, I was up in my attic hanging out with my brother abd my friend Tom. Now tom was one year older than me, but we were friends for more than a year.

Anyway, we decided to play the Tie Up Game. My friend Tom, sat in the chair first. My brother helpe me tie him to the chair.

First, I blind-folded him with a black scarve. Then, I tied his legs together. My brother tied them to one leg of the rocking chair. For the legs we used our fabric belts.

Then, My brother and I tied each of Tom's arms to the two seperate arms on the rocking chair. We used fabric belts, two bandannas, and some untied ties.

Next, we used more fabric belts to ties his chest and waist to the chair.

Finally, We gagged him with duct tape (which obviously didnt work) and strapped his head to the chair using the extra ends of the blindfold.

Tom squirmed for a little while. Eventually, he got some of his body parts free, but we had to help him the rest of the way.

--NOW IT WAS MY BROTHER'S TURN--
TO BE CONTINUED

Tom was the one who tied me up this time. My brother went off to do something else.

First I was blindfolded with the black scarve. Tom tied my legs together with soem fabric belts. Then, he tied my tied legs to each post. This ended up to be that my feet were tied together and "suspended" between the two legs of the rocking chair.

Next, My arms were tied to the two arms of the rocking chair. First, two bandannas were used for bothe arms. Then they were wraped up in fabric belts and untied ties.

Then, My waist and chest was tied to the chair, once again, using fabric belts. Finally, my head was tied to the chair using the blindfold, a headband was used to hold my head to the chair, too. I was gagged with duct tape.

I squirmed for alittle bit, i started to escape, when tom wrapped my arms to the chair in duct tape too. I was helpless. He left me there for a little bit. We contunued to play on, using the same methods.

So there are three of us, Laura (18), Alex (17), and of course, me (18). Now, we are all insane and come up with lots of ingenius ideas which end up failing. Our most recent plan was to kidnap Alex's girlfriend (Rachel(17)) cause we where board and she was the only person who we knew loads about and we knew she wouldn't hate us for it afterwards. So, after a good indian takeaway, we decided to go and get her then (mainly because we had discused this with Alex and of course, we are insane especially with our timing).

We went up to her house with our fake glasses, fake nose and fake moustaches, trenchcoat and an oversized hat and of course, lots of rope. When we got to her house, we noticed that her car was there so she was home. Alex had a spare key to her house so he let us in. When we got in we heard the TV on in the other room. When we went in, she had her back to us, so we crept up behind her and all three of us grabbed her. Unfortunatly, as it was a small chair only me and Laura grabbed her, and Alex just watched, lazy sod. When we grabbed her, she instantly started fighting, quite well, she just pushed Laura over which was just mean, and tackled me to the ground and kicked me in the back which completly stuned me. 

I slightly rolled over to see Alex had jumped on her and she had rammed him into a wall to which he just ran off shouting, leg it, which Laura did. I tried to get up but as soon as I did, I fell over due to the bad possitioning of Rachels foot. She then rolled me onto my front and sat on me holding one hand up behind my back which is bloody painful.

I saw Alex look round the corner of the door and say, ah, sorry dude and then ran off. 

Rachel then stood up, but still holding my arm with her foot and grabbed the rope that Laura had dropped (I would have been angry but for reasons quite obvious, I wasn't). Rachel then wispered in my ear "you truly are an idiot" and with that she proceeded to tie my hands behind my back. She then tied my legs together and put me in a hogtie. After she had done that, she got more rope and tied my knees and my elbows together which made it impossible to escape.

She then left the room and came back in with a very large duffle bag. She then unzipped it and put me in it (she was very strong and I am far too light). She then zipped it up most of the way. I then felt her lift up the end of it and drag the bag off. I felt her take me out the front door and put me in the back of her car. I heard her get in the car and start it. After about 10 minutes of driving she got out. About a minute later she came back, took out the bag and dragged it into another house. I heard her distantly leave. Then bag was then re-opened by Laura who then, with the help of Alex, got me out but they didn't untie me. They just put me in the living room and we spent the next hour or so haveing a chit chat.

~Just sticking up for the current writers,

Hope some of that helps and even more so, makes sense.

Hope some of that helps and even more so, makes sense.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuY41HRQ6uo&search=Kidnapped 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tqJlnVaC10&search=Kidnapped 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oznmCJSCe5Y&search=Kidnapped 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExxK4CjVNCo&search=Kidnapped 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPMUXDpM1mg&search=Kidnapped 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SizKySwuOU&search=Kidnapped 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=waphC-JrcRk&search=Kidnapped 

'Z,' I am, like others here, a 'switch.' In my case I do not like guy on guy, but for the right girl(s), I surrender :) While I like to give, I well more enjoy receiving, thus, the following suggestions / remarks, closely mirror, how I would test the waters, so to speak.

Here we go then:

First, I'd arrange a, stay-in-and-cuddle / make out date at your | her place, renting in particular, a delicious made-for-TV turkey titled - you guessed! - FATAL ERROR. Dressed in smart blue feminine business attire, Ms. Janine manages, as plucky but not-so-bright damsels will, to have herself bound, no less, by long computer cables. Why, there's even a parallel interface cable doing duty as a head restraint. Oh boy :)

Alright, so you're cuddling / making out whilst consuming variable quantities of favored beverage and muchables. Your girl and you come up for air in time enough to witness Ms. Janine speak the silly, I'm-here-now-tie-me-pls line, namely, "Hello! I'm a government agent - is anybody home?" Why of _course_ he is!

O - kay, -now- what. At last, my suggestions:

Wait on delicate moments such as nasty 'Ned Henderson' gloating as he ties up plucky but not-so-bright Janine. Surreptiously observe your girl (or guy) from the corner of your eye. Ask yourself things / take note of matters like -

- Has his / her breathing shallowed / slowed down ?
- Is he / she blushing ?
- Where's his / her eyes | head oriented ?
- Is he / she sitting straight or slumped ?
- Are his / her hands clenched ? twiddling thumbs ?

- did he / she tell you, straight off, turn this pervy poo OFF ? If so, you may still save the day. Ask him / her, politely, a simple question: WHY ?
 

Watch for moments such as villainous "Ned Henderson" ignoring damsel Janine as he binds her with parallel port ribbon and computer cable. Watch as well for delicious tid bits such as Janine struggling furiously to slip out of the cables, all the time keeping one eye turned toward your date / girl to witness, such things as -

- is she breathing shallow / tense ?
- where are her hands and, are her fingers clutched ?
- is her face red / does she look embarassed ?
- where are her eyes looking toward ? are they open ?
- posture : back straight ? slumped ? rigid ? relaxed ?
- pause to let -her- tell you what she's thinking/feeling ...

... and then, make one or two brief, calm observances such as -

- Yeah, that that'd hold her
- Damsels beware
- I wouldn't go there if I were you
- What an act
- In the vernacular of youth today: SHUT -up- !
- For Californians - Well, gag me with a spoon :)
- (Mimic) Hi, I'm a government agent, is anybody home?

... all the time surreptitiously watching how he / she reacts.

Oh, and if he / she says, turn that pervy poo OFF, you may still save the day by asking a single, simple, question ...

"Why ?"

Presuming the one you hope to play TUG with hasn't as yet barfed or ordered you to turn what, for him / her is pervy poo, OFF, whilst you observe verbal, visual, physical and emotional cues on his / her part, you might toss in a casual, briefly-worded comment or too, like,

Oh, that's too loose ! (alternately: "... too tight !"

To the one you hope to tie :

A) I could get outta that easy !
B) That'd hold you good !

- "That's mean - right ?"

- Don't you hope she's not that dumb in real life !

- That's a gimmicky gag, dont'cha think ?

- I'm too smart to get in trouble like that.

- You'd never be so gullible, would you ? Pronounce "would you" not as a declarative, but more so as an idle / rhetorical speaking of the words to her.

Most important, as you monitor your hoped for binder / bindee's verbal, physcial and emotional cues, do keep from making casual observations such as the above long enough to give him / her the opportunity to _tell_ you, up front, without need to watch for words / posture / emotion, ample chance to say,

- Ooo, kin - ky' ...

- Yumm yumm.

- You lost now, honey.

- No help for you.

- Foolish girl.

- Hah. I'd be loose in a flash.

That sorta stuff.

'k, 'Z,' those are my ideas. I hope I have helped. Good luck !

Thank you for your kind comments on The Last of the Mohawks.

Nicholas H, Your mention of Zarathustra reminds me of a line from Jeremiah Johnson: “Amongst injuns a tribe's greatness is figured on how mighty its enemies be.” 

If I can make a deal ...

I will try to come up with some polite advice for you tomorrow and ...

... if in the meantime I might call in any favor I may have earned,

not having had any girl in my world for some time,

and hoping more so than TUG with whomever I may find when? where? in the (indefinite) future,

... in the meantime, I would be grateful for -

Dr.'s
gag freak's
Z's
Jame's
Jennifer's

and anyone else who wishes to remark - excluding Darwin, pls, the dude should GROW UP and show some respect - as to (whew ! long winded, ain't I !)

- me being more the submissive sort
- and ways I might draw to me girls, that would like, to tie and, gag, me ...

I'm flattered by young one's kind words as to believing he can learn from me and other older dudes. I believe I have at least as much to learn from youth. Will you all pls help me ?

im a male i was 5foot wearing a black polo shirt jeans and low top black converse.

my cousin (we will call him shane) was wearing a black t-shirt blue jeans and low cut black converse also.

well anyway we were hanging out downstairs when some of his skater friends came over one name was pete and the others name was john. we started playing video games and talking when finally i made a big mistake and said something bad about shanes girlfriend diana who was on vacation in canada or something and that got him realy pissed.

he gave me a bad look but he got up said nothing and ran upstairs.pete and john just looked at me but i think they knew what shane was getting
.
finaly after about 15 minutes shane came downstairs with a
roll of duct tape and some bandanas and i knew what was going on he then told pete and john to grab me i tried to run but i was cornered and there was no escape.

shane then grabed me buy the chest and tackled me to the ground and hand gaged me he said "i just think i need to teach you a lesson for saing those things about diana"
he then grabed the tape and started binding my hands while his friends held my legs

to be countinue.............
 

Bet that you can tell her how to tie herself up so well that she can't get free. She must only use something soft, like rope or strips of cloth, not any kind of tape or handcuffs. She has to follow your instructions while you see that she does them correctly. You may tell her to undo and redo any instruction that does not look properly done. You may not physically assist her in any way while she ties herself up, unless an emergency escape is necessary. 

I'll leave it up to you to negotiate any other terms and conditions for the bet. If you do this, please share in detail how it goes. It would be a very interesting story.

it all started wen i was at school the girls name is lauren and she is 12 years old she and some of her friends wer eith my cozin and they asked me if i wanted 2 just talk 2 them and stuff so at first i was lyk lauren is gettin on my nerves coz she keeps on pokin me and pulling my tie whicgh i hate so in the nend she pennuts my tie so i take her shoe and run off with it she stars whinning so i give it back 2 her by this time i said i would get her back so her friends were allready half way down the stairs and she was just about 2 join them wen all of a sudden i grab her and stars screemin just wat i wanted so of corse i handgagged her and i cauld feel lher breath on my hand i then said "r u goin 2 b gd " she tried 2 say yh so i let her go 

so that is my first storu let me no wat u fink

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGRAEEr6ylg&search=%22Tied%20Up%22 

Your post lacked a nick, I take it you're canuck? or a lurker w/ a 'cloaking shield' perchance :)

Note from Canuck: no, that wasn't me who posted this comment. What would make you think it was me? When I want to say something, I sign my posts.

In any event, thank you for your honesty. I so can be such a foolish arse, like anyone can. Yeah, I'd rather know the truth as to how I'm coming off than be receiving phony praises and acknowledgments. Good to know that honesty rules the forum!

Canuck - or lurker, 'cloaking shield' - am I reading you right: I'm mincing around and need to be more direct / drop some strong hints, as to, what I want?

What's a decent dude like me doing with a thick skull like this?

:)

shane then said "im just going to teach you a lesson for saying what you said" so i came back with a good "f@#k you" and that got him pissed.

he then pulled out a bandana and put it throught my teeth and tied it around my head and wraped duct tape around 5 or 6 times.

he then pulled out another bandana and blindfolded me with it and wraped tape around that a few times he then lifted me off my feet and threw me over his shoulder and i had no idea what he was going to do with me now.
 

to be countinued............... 

I do believe that if we want to we can very easily go to the site and perform a search.

Even a novice computer user can enter www.youtube.com into the browser, then type in a few keywords and press enter.

he then lifted me on to his bed then he told me to get some sleep and change my attitude.
 

so i layed there for about 2 hours when finally he came up a cut the tape and asked if i had fun i was pretty mad but now we just laugh about it.
 

comments? 

Most times, I walk, talk, and act, sensible, logical, not somewhere off in left field.

Other times, I'm (fear I am anyway) a gibbering moron.

Man, I hope you all can pls, forgive my frothing at the mouth, of the last day or two.

Thx :)

Thanks for your advice.the only problem is that i know she can not tie up her younger sister good enough, let alone her self. in my thinking i had thought about leting her tie me first and when i get out and tie her up (provideing she cant get out which i dont think she will be able to) while shes tied up ask her if she would like to learn some knots and stuff andthen show her how to tie her hands and feet and what not and then let her tie herself up like u suggested. i think that its gonna happen in 3 o 4 days so any input is apreciated by anyone. thanxs

Dr.

Thanks for your advice.the only problem is that i know she can not tie up her younger sister good enough, let alone her self. in my thinking i had thought about leting her tie me first and when i get out and tie her up (provideing she cant get out which i dont think she will be able to) while shes tied up ask her if she would like to learn some knots and stuff andthen show her how to tie her hands and feet and what not and then let her tie herself up like u suggested. i think that its gonna happen in 3 o 4 days so any input is apreciated by anyone. thanxs

Dr.

The beauty of the instruction bet is that if she can't get free she knows she did it to herself. However, it really is difficult for the instructor, who has to have a good bondage plan and watch carefully to see that the instructions are carried out and that both the bonds and the knots have the slack pulled out. You look pretty silly if you spend more than half an hour telling or even showing her what to do and she escapes in less than three minutes.

rite it was da night of my bday and i had my 2 best friends over robbbie and jordan we allways lyk 2 see who can stay up the longest so of corse jordan goes 2 sleep first but he keeps on snoring we want him 2 shut up but he wont so i decided 2 go and get my suplies my duct tape and my friend robbie says wat r u doin so i said just follow my lead i handded robbie the duct tape but befoe he cauld do that i put my hand over jordans mouth so that he doesnt wake up i hold it there so that robbie can tape jordans legs and hands 
i then get a strip of tape and tape his mouth and we left him lyk that all though the night and when he wokr up he got the shock of his life but of corse we let him go
 

If you missed a story, you'll have to wait for the month to be archived.

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On arrival, click: "Becca, the Damsel." Enjoy.

I only like to hear about girls not guys who like to get tied up.

we decided to tickle them for awile and bug them. So we did and I laughed at them too (to bug them). Then we raided the kitchen and found some choclate and we came back up and eat about but mel hoged it and wanted more. So when I chased her she wasn't happy and triped me over I wasn't expecting this but mel jumped on me and she pulled out more rope and sat on me and tied my hands I protested and asked her what she was doing but she didn't answer She was angery at me and tide my feet up She then picked me up and took me upstairs to gag me. She was soooo mad but it was only just some choclate. She found some spare stockings and stuffed them in my mouth then tied it over with two bandanas. She was still in rage she kicked me and slaped me I mmmphhed at her. She was cooling down now but she was still cross Mel said she had slipped and hurt herself and cut herself. Now she was going to make me pay. She said she had some girly clothing to dress me in. She pulled out her bracelets and put them on me (all pink) then she took my shoes off and..... That will to wait for next time 

Please give me some feedback on this story sorry its not long as they usealy are. 

we decided to tickle them for awile and bug them. So we did and I laughed at them too (to bug them). Then we raided the kitchen and found some choclate and we came back up and eat about but mel hoged it and wanted more. So when I chased her she wasn't happy and triped me over I wasn't expecting this but mel jumped on me and she pulled out more rope and sat on me and tied my hands I protested and asked her what she was doing but she didn't answer She was angery at me and tide my feet up She then picked me up and took me upstairs to gag me. She was soooo mad but it was only just some choclate. She found some spare stockings and stuffed them in my mouth then tied it over with two bandanas. She was still in rage she kicked me and slaped me I mmmphhed at her. She was cooling down now but she was still cross Mel said she had slipped and hurt herself and cut herself. Now she was going to make me pay. She said she had some girly clothing to dress me in. She pulled out her bracelets and put them on me (all pink) then she took my shoes off and..... That will to wait for next time 

Please give me some feedback on this story sorry its not long as they usealy are. 

Please, guys, talk only about tie-up games, and related things. Do not talk about "bondage" and so on. I understand that for many, the excitement of tie-up games from our teen years or even our childhood had some sort of sensual, later to become sexual, component. That's fine, but it would be best if that component was not spoken of, or at least minimized.

I hate seeing some of the stuff that goes on here, and you need to realize the effect that it has on the site. Scaring away writers of non-sexual stories is a big effect.

... the Rules - if I read 'em right - say, the forum is for stories of innocent, childhood, adolescent TUGs. As an old dude myself, I know, just how easy it is, for us testosterone - fueled guys, to take off, eh.

So guys, let's throttle down, and, heed "unsigned poster's" counsel.

Thank you all for letting me pipe up.

I was expecting Chelsea and a ring on the door bell just gone 5 o clock I opened the door greeted her and went to walk to the living room but as I turned my back she clamped her hand over my mouth and held my arms behind my back, she told me to walk upstairs which I happily did and when I got up the stairs and in to my bedroom she told me she was going to take her hand away but she would nock me out if I screamed (and she meant it) so I nodded my head and as she took her hand away followed her request and did not scream, but I did ask her if she had, had a bad day to which she replied "you have no idea" (she had been to work) I sat on the chair as she went threw my draws pulling out: the odd bit of rope, handcuffs and duct tape.
"Is it going to get rough today" I asked
Chelsea just looked me in the eye, I knew the answer from that and it was (not that I’m complaining) she then grabbed the duct tape and walked behind me, she grabbed my hands and taped them behind my back then to the back of the chair, she must have wrapped it about 10 times if not more. Chelsea then moved in front of me 
“Your all mine” she giggled
I just looked up at her she moved herself forward then straddled me and literally got on me (kissed) after a few minuets she stopped and got off me and moved down to my feet which she tapped together then below and above my knees, she then walked behind me again and tightly pulled some tape across my body (under my boobs) then tightly taped it to the back of the chair, leaving me very uncomfortably taped and unable to move anything but my fingers and mouth.
“What now” I asked
“The fun begins” Chelsea teased 
Chelsea again straddled me and gave me another kiss and when she was finished a small slap around the face (playfully she knows I don’t mind) followed by a pair of my knickers shoved in my mouth and tape wrapped quickly around my face. When it was finished I mmhhped just to test my gag and it was very effective.
“Ahh what’s wrong do you want to say something” Chelsea taunted 
I tried a little huh (fed up noise) under my tape gag which didn’t work to well.

After minuets of me struggling and Chelsea watching she finally moved closer to me lifted my top a little and ran her finger nails over my belly, Iam extremely ticklish so this made me laugh a lot, she then moved to my side and lightly ran her fingers up and down my sides as I laugh and attempt to beg in hysterics, her fingers then moved up and down faster and faster until I had sweat dripping off of my face from all the pulling and laughing. After what seemed like hours Chelsea stopped tickling me and used a tissue to dry my sweat.
“Ahh are you a little ticklish” Chelsea mocked 
I attempted to say please no more but just came out mmmppph
Chelsea then sat back on me (straddled) again and lowered her face close to mine then out of no where another slap straight to my face and then another on the other side. I pulled on my hands hopping all my sweating might have made the tape sticky and easy to come off, but it hadn’t and I was still at her mercy. Chelsea noticed my struggling.
“Aww what’s wrong is it to tight for you” 
I decided no matter how much fun being tied and gagged is being tickled continuously is not fun so I decided it was time to beg.
I nodded my head and gave my best puppy dog eyes and attempted to say please let me go which just came out as mmppphh. Chelsea had a little giggle at my helplessness and situation.
“Do you want me to un-tie you?” she asked
I nodded my head 
“Well to bad cause I’m not finished” she said as she sat on a chair in front of me.
“Mmppph” meaning please was all I could do.
Chelsea sat back on me and started to mess my hair up (which she knows I hate) I tried to move my head away from her, but found it to difficult and gave up, when she was done with my hair she put it all behind me and brushed it with her fingers.
“Aww are you feeling a bit helpless” she continued to mock
I ignored her comment and tried to avoid looking at her as if to say I’m not talking to you, Chelsea soon picked up on this and grabbed my chin with her hand and held my face so I had to look at her, so I closed my eyes.
“Oh so you don’t want to look at me now well you could have said and I would have blindfolded you” Chelsea said as she got off me again and dug threw my draw till she found a blindfold which she covered my eyes with then tied at the back tightly so I couldn’t get it off.
“Now look you’re all tied up, gagged and blindfolded just the way I like you” Chelsea giggled as she moved behind me, and before I knew my noise was covered and I couldn’t breathe.
I mmpphed, but Chelsea just giggled.
“Don’t worry I won’t let you die”
Just as I thought I was going to pass out she let go and all I could do with take deep breathes threw my noise. I could then hear Chelsea move around but I don’t know where to, but before I knew it my sides where again being attacked with her finger tips and I was again sweating and in hysterics of laughter, this tickle torture seemed to last forever but when she finally stopped to let me get my breath I really was ready to beg for my freedom and she must have picked up on that because she un-gagged me and asked.
“Have you had enough?”
“Yes, yes please stop” I replied.
“You’re going to have to beg better then that for your freedom” she teased
“Please Chelsea please, please, please let me go, I’ll do anything just please let me go and please no more tickling. PLEASE. I love you” I begged
“What?” Chelsea questioned
“I said Please...”
“No, no the other bit” she interrupted 
“I love you” I answered
“Really” she asked
“Really I love you” I replied (and I mean it) 
Chelsea lent close to me and gave me another kiss before getting up.
“I love you to” she responded
I just smiled and new what was coming next but that’s not for me to say here anyway hope you liked my story it was all true.

Feedback is welcome 

Kady XxXxX

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