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We met at my place some days later and Nic was not nervous at all- in contrast to me.
He stripped his shirt and let me take off his socks after I asked him, but refused to take off his kneelong jeans. I was clad in a black T-shirt and shorts.
"So, how are you gonna tie me?"
"I'll start off by tying you to a chair.", I said.
"Allright.", and he took place.
I tied his feet to the legs of the chair and his hands behind the back-rest, fixing them to the wood. Now, that I had him kinda helpless, of course, I didn't know how to go on... he grinned at me.
"What you're waiting for? The holy spirit?"
I slapped his face. He grinned even more.
Then I started tickling him, his upper body, which was hold firmly to the back-rest, his chin and his neck. He moved around as much as he could, but I had done a pretty good job, with three white chords, by the way. When he saw that it was no use to bite his teeth, he began to giggle. I tickled his tummy and he began to breath heavily, slapping his knees to each other. I got down on my knees and began to work my fingertips on the upper side of his slender toes, upon which he was even more ticklish...
After about twenty minutes he was completely exhausted and surrenderd. I loosened his ties. He took a seat on my bed and rubbed his ankles and wrists. He took a drink from a bottle of soda we had bought earlier.
"Ok, you're relaxed anough... now, turn around!", I said.
"Why?"
"I'm going to hogtie you." 
"What's that?"
"Tying you like a little piggy."
"I think I ain't gonna like that."
"Why not?"
"I think I prefer being on the top end of the ropes."
"Ok, now, turn around."
He stood up grinning. I finally realised I might have made a mistake when I untied him. He was nearly 20 Centimetres taller than me. After no time I was the one lying facedown on my bed, Nic sitting on my back, holding my hands. I felt the ropes fastening around my wrists. Nic giggled.
"Yes, I defintly prefer to be the top part."

Hello again everyone I am sorry for taking so long to continue my story. I have just had a lot going on in my life the last couple of days and I finally had a block of time to write down the second part of my story. I really appreciated all the comments I got last time. I guess everyone would like me to go on with my story. So, I will continue it today. 

After Scott finally let me out of the handcuffs and I finished eating, I told Mary that I was going to my room to change for the camping trip. I got up from the table and walked back down the dimly lit hallway to the room Scott and I shared. My return trip from the kitchen was much quicker than my first walk down the hallway. After all, it’s a lot easier to walk without your feet handcuffed together at the ankle. 

I arrived at the well-lit room in less than 2 minutes. In his morning state of mind Scott had left the door ajar with the light on. I slowly opened the door to the bedroom and found the temperature difference between the hallway and the room had diminished. The window was still ajar, but the fan had been turned off. The air in the room was beginning to turn humid with the warming midmorning temperature and the continuing rain outside. I decided it was a good time to change out of my footed sleeper and get into something a little more appropriate for the temperature and the camping trip. 

I walked over to the top of the dresser where I my outfit for the day was already laid out from the night before. I had chosen a light blue sleeveless sundress that came down to just above my knees. It had a large flower embroidered on the front. I had chosen it and Mary approved it for the day. I went over to the ajar door and shut it with a hard slam and locked it. I was only 8, but in a house with two older brothers, I still wanted my privacy when I changed. I removed my pajamas and changed into the light blue sundress. Next, I added two pink bows to my hair. I added a pink set of plastic sandals with flowers on top of them to my bare feet to complete the outfit. It was comfortable, and I like the way I looked in it.

I bent over to the floor and bunched up my pajamas under my left arm. Next, I went over and unlocked the door and proceeded down the hallway to the bathroom. When I arrived it was empty (a rarity in a household with six people and only one bathroom. I went in shutting the door behind me. Then, I deposited my pajamas in the clothes hamper and used the restroom. Next, I proceeded through my mourning routine; I washed my hands and brushed my teeth. About that time, I heard Sean knocking rudely and loudly on the door. "Jen, hurry up, I still need to take a shower and we are leaving for on the trip soon", he shouted through the closed door. I responded “ I will be right out and then you can have your precious bathroom all to yourself.” 

I hastened to finish my business and opened the door to find Sean waiting impatiently. "Took you long enough sis" he spouted sarcastically. I just gave him a quiet shrug and bounded down the hallway back towards my room. When I arrived, I wasn't surprised to see that Scott was still in the kitchen eating breakfast. I went into my room and selected a coloring book and a box of crayons along with my favorite teddy bear for the ride to the campground. Then, I went back down the hallway to the kitchen to ask Mary when we were leaving. She told me that we were departing in a little over an hour and I should entertain myself until then. I nodded and headed to the living room to watch some TV. I spent the next hour or so watching some cartoons in the living room while Mary and my brothers continued to prepare for the camping trip. 

The time finally arrived when we were going to leave for the campground. I forget the name of the place, but it was a long drive from our house because it was located deep in southern Ohio. I think the drive was three to three and half-hours, but we only went there once or twice a year during the summer and we were looking forward to it. We were going to be camping in my father's large RV for five days. The campground offered a whole bunch of activities, including swimming, boating, an arcade, ice cream, a playground, several sports and a miniature golf course. Our parents left Mary enough money to cover the cost of all the activities, all of the food, the campsite fee, and a little more for spending if we found something else we wanted to do.

When the time came to leave, the rain had let up a little and we went out to the driveway to board the Camper. It was a large white colored RV that was self-driven, not the type pulled behind a car. The camper was almost thirty feet from front to back. Starting at the front, it had two bucket seats for the driver and a passenger. There was a 19-inch TV between the two seats located just a few inches behind the center driving council. Above the front was a loft bed where Scott would be sleeping. Behind the passenger seat opposite the door, there was a small two-person sofa opposite the main entrance door. Following that, there was a small kitchenette with a fridge, propane stove, sink and microwave for cooking. Across from it was a booth style table that would seat 4 comfortably for eating. As the one continued towards the back of the camper, there was a small bathroom with a toilet, tiny shower, and a sink on the left side. Finally, the camper concluded at the back with a small bedroom that contained a twin size bed and another loft bed. Overall, it was a really spacious camper for the 4 or us.

Mary was going to be driving us out, since she was the only one of age to drive the RV at the time. Sean who was the second oldest was riding shotgun and Scott and I were going to ride in back. I should mention that both the sofa and the eating booth had lap seat belts that could be used while driving and tucked under the cushions later if not in use. Scott and I had decided the night before, which we would ride back in the booth, because the table folded down and would let us have more room for the trip. We all entered the camper and went to our seat. However, I was surprised to find my booster seat where I was planning to sit. 

(I suppose I should add another side note here. I want to share that my parents at the time were very, how should I put this...safety concise people. This will serve as a good example, even though I was 8 years old, they still didn't think I was old enough for adult seatbelts. So, they made me sit in a booster seat whenever I rode in a car. This continued until I was 9 years old and finally old enough to ride without one. Anyway, back to the story.)

Usually, my parents made me sit in a booster seat when I rode in the car because I was still too short for the diagonal strap on an adult safety belt to fit me properly. The seat added a few more inches to my seated position, so the belt would ride across my shoulder rather than my neck. The seat itself was purple and it was padded with soft cloth on the outside. It also had two armrest that the lap portion of the seat belt went under when I rode in the car. It was also one of those seats that grows with a child and changes from a child safety seat to a booster seat later in life. It used to have a five point harness that I had to wear until I outgrew it when I was seven. I was surprised to see it there because booth only had a lap seat belt and not a lap and shoulder belt. 

I asked Mary why it was there, and she said that I was so used to riding in it in the normal car. So, she though I would be more comfortable riding in it during the car trip down because I was used to it. Her reasoning sounded clear and made sense at the time; but I was soon to learn that it had been Scott who had made the suggestion to Mary in the first place. Being 8 I accepted her explanation and sat down in my booster seat and fastened the seat belt. Scott took a seat on the booth bench next to me and fastened his seat belt. I started coloring in my book on my lap and the Mary finally started the car and we were on our way. 

Well, the trip started out pretty normally. I was content to color for the first few minutes, but I was soon bored and changed my attention to the passing scenery and to Scott who sat on the seat to my left. His attention was distracted as he stared absently at the kitchen across from us. I gently poked him on the arm, and then I quickly turned and pretended to be innocently looking out the window. He retaliated by Turing towards me and pinching my left leg hard. Well, this quickly escalated like you would expect with two young siblings sitting next to each other in the back seat of a vehicle. There was poking, name calling, and other pointless actions we each fashioned to annoy each other. This soon annoyed Mary who decided to pull over at a rest stop along the highway to address the situation. 

She parked the car in the nearly empty lot and turned the engine off. Then she got up and came back to where we were annoying each other. "Jennifer, Scott either the two of you knock this off now, or I am Turing this camper around and calling the whole trip off." Mary shouted. "Now, I am going to go and use the bathroom here and pick up some maps inside. I will be back in about 20 minutes and I want this resolved by the time I get back. Got it?" We nodded silently, as Mary turned for the door and went out of the RV towards the rest stop, leaving us in Sean's supervision. 

Sean sat up and glared over the seat. He said, "knock it off you two, I have been looking forward to this trip all summer, and I am not going to let you two ruin it by misbehaving on the ride down." "You two will behave or I will just have to tie you up and gag you" He added with a sarcastic tone of voice. Scott just shrank back in his seat and quieted down. He stated that he would quiet down because he didn't find the idea of being tied for the next two and half-hours of the trip very inviting. However, I replied "that is a good idea Sean, if we were tied we wouldn't be able to annoy each other and Mary could just drive there in peace." I really didn't understand the idea of sarcasm yet and I always took the jokes too literally. Besides, I was getting bored from riding in the car and being tied up would give me something to do. I told my brothers that I thought it would be neat to be tied for the rest of the trip. 

Scott responded "well then, why don't we just tie you up for the rest of the trip Jennifer?" "That way you cannot annoy Mary and me will be able to drive in peace." I responded that it would be fine with me and that they should go ahead and tie me up before Mary got back. Besides, I wanted to be tied up for the ride because I had never been tied up in a car before. The whole idea sounded exciting to me. Scott undid his seat belt and headed for the door of the camper. He told Sean that he needed to get something and that he should tie me up real tight while he was gone. Sean got out of the front seat and headed over to one of the drawers in the kitchen. He opened it and removed a large roll of cotton clothesline we used to hang out our towels to dry when we went camping. I knew that it was over 50 ft long and Sean was one of the best tiers in the whole house.

Sean walked over to where I was seated and told me to get out of my seat and stand up on the floor of the camper. I unbuckled my lap seat belt and complied with his request. He asked me how I wanted to be tied up and I responded by turning my back to him. Then, I brought my hands around behind my back and crossed my wrists. Sean wasted no time and went right to work on my hands. He had been in the scouts and knew how to tie knots really well. I never seemed able to escape from one of his ties, I guess it just came with experience. He started by securing one end of the rope to my left wrist, and then he went in a weaving pattern. He went under my left wrist and over my right and repeated it several times. I would later learn this was a square lashing. After about three complete turns, he frapped the rope in-between my crossed wrists to tighten them. Then, he repeated the pattern alternating in the opposite direction effectively double square lashing my crossed wrists. 

Once Sean finished the initial lashings on my hands, he proceeded to bind the even more securely by tying them the way a person usually does over top of the lashing. First, he made several passes around my wrists horizontally and then a couple of vertical loops finished the hand tie. He secured the entire thing by tying a knot with the tail from where he first secured the rope to my left arm. The knot was completely out of the reach of my squirming fingers because it was at the top of the X tie. I squirmed against the ropes to test their security and I soon realized I was not getting out of this on my own. The entire bundle of ropes was very tight and offered no slack against my weak struggles. 

Sean then proceeded to secure my arms further by running the remainder of the rope up the middle of my back. He then proceeded to tie my arms against my sides by making several tight coils around my torso with the remainder of the rope. I loved being tied this way because it really secured my arms well and prevented me from moving my tied hands to my front. It left my arms completely secured and useless behind my back. Sean then proceeded over to the small bag he had brought with him for the ride down. He removed two short pieces of rope from an outside pocket on the bag. They were each about five feet in length. He lifted me back into my boost seat and told me to put my feet together. He took the fist piece of rope and tied my ankles together by making several horizontal loops and cinching it off if the middle. Then, Sean took the second piece of rope and repeated the process on my knees effectively securing my legs in two places. 

Now, I was really tied up tightly and securely. I strained hard against my bonds, but I realized that there was no hope of getting out of this without help from one of my brothers or Mary. I leaned back in my seat content that I was secured and couldn't annoy Scott anymore. Sean asked me if I was comfortable for the ride and I replied that I was enjoying my predicament. I said that all I needed now was to be gagged and strapped in with my seat belt and it would be perfect. Almost in response to my request Scott returned to the door of the camper and he was hiding something from me behind his back. Besides, he had a big grin on his face. 

He came over and handed two handkerchiefs to Sean and told him to gag me with them. Sean proceeded by wadding one up and shoving it in my mouth. He rolled the other up and tied a large square knot in the middle of it. Then, the placed the knot squarely in my mouth and pulled the tails of the gag behind my head where he knotted it tightly. I tested my gag by yelling, but all I got was a muphhh that was barely above a whisper. Sean stood back to admire his handwork, but Scott still wanted to add a finishing touch that I really didn't care for. He brought his other hand out from behind his back and showed me the mess of seat belts that he held in his hands. I knew what it was the minute I saw it. 

"Well Jen, you said you wanted to be strapped in, so lets get you secured for our long drive out to the camp site." He chuckled. In his hand he was holding the harness that came with my booster seat. The seat itself was one that grew with the child and went from a child safety seat to a booster seat. I had outgrown the harness from it when I was seven. I really didn't want to wear it all the way there. I tried to protest, but there was very little I could do tied and gagged the way I was. Sean and Scott came over and placed the harness ends into their respective slots. Then they attempted to buckle me into the five-point harness. It had two shoulder belts that came down to meet at the center of the lap seat belt. It also had a crotch strap to hold it low and tight in place, which ended up bunching up my sundress. Finally, it had a chest clip that pulled the shoulder belts together in the middle of my chest. 

With a great deal of effort, much to my discomfort, Sean and Scott managed to secure me into the child harness and buckle me tightly to the booster seat. I winced into my gag as they tightened the straps even a little more to completely minimize my movement. The straps drew me securely to the seat and pinned my tied arms even tighter behind my back. Effectively now, my upper body was tightly immobilized to the seat which prevented me from moving any part of my body more than a few inches. All I could do was move my tied feet up and down a little and I could turn my head side to side. I pulled as hard as I could against the straps, but they held both themselves and me snugly in place. I couldn't move at all. “There sis, just try to annoy me now” Scott teased me.

After another minute of struggling, I resigned myself to my fate and attempted to get comfortable as best I could in the situation. The harness kept me sitting almost at attention. The shoulder belts prevented me from being able to lean even an inch forward. Also, the crotch strap and lap belt resisted any attempt I made to slouch down in the seat. Basically, all I could do was sit completely upright with my back tightly against the seat. Finally, Scott and Sean fastened my normal seat belt to secure me to the bench and left me to struggle against my ropes.

There really wasn't anything I could do about my hands because they were pinned behind me, so I contented myself to trying to free my tied legs. I shifted my tied legs against each other trying to find the slack necessary to slip my sandals out of the ropes on my ankles. However, the cinches made it impossible. Also, the ropes on my knees took most of the strength away from my ankles. After about five minutes, I realized that I wasn't making any progress and simply gave up.

Well, about 3 or 4 minutes later, Mary returned from her errand, and she was a little surprised to see me all tied up in the camper. She looked at me sympathetically, "Jen, are you sure you’re all right with this?" I contemplated my predicament, then I nodded. I decided that being tied this way was better than having Mary untie me and risk not going on the camping trip at all. Mary just shrugged and went up to the driver's seat and we were on our way. She did make Sean sit on the opposite bench cornerwise from me, so that he couldn't reach me to pick on me when I was tied up. I remained this way for the next hour or so when the camper came to another pit stop to use the bathroom.

At this point, Mary came back and ungagged me and asked me if I wanted to be untied. I told her that I wanted to use the bathroom and that I was getting a little uncomfortable from being tied up. She nodded and undid the harness, much to my relief. I slid off of the seat almost instantly and landed on my tied ankles. Mary then proceeded to untie me starting with my hands. It took her almost 10 minutes to get me out because of all the ropes that Sean had used. Afterward, I stretched and worked the circulation back into my sore arms and legs. They I went ahead and used the bathroom in the camper and waited while Sean and Scott went inside the rest area to use the rest room. 

While I was waiting, I decided to get back in my booster seat, so we could go when they got back. Mary went back to the driver's position and turned on the radio to pass the time. Mary looked back at me and out of the blue she asked me, "Jennifer do you really like being tied up?" I thought about the question for a minute and answered yes. We talked for a few minutes about the subject, but then the boys returned and we needed to get back to traveling. We still hand an hour to go and Mary wanted to get going. 

While Sean and Scott were getting resituated, I looked down at the seat I was in and noticed that the harness was still attached. I decided to try to buckle it just out of curiosity of how it would feel. I buckled the shoulder straps into the waist belt and buckled the crotch strap. It was still a tight fit, but it really wasn't so bad when my hands weren't tied behind my back. I strained against the straps as they held me securely in place. I decided I like how securing it felt and left it in place for the rest of the ride down. My parents had always raised me with the idea that safety was important and the harness made me feel safer in the car. I also thought that it kind of reminded me of being tied up. From then on, until I finally outgrew the seat early the next year, I went back to wearing the harness over just a lap and shoulder belt in the car. 

I guess I am going to leave the story where it lies for now. There were several other instance I was tied up during the camping trip. Again I am sorry for taking so long to post this installment of the story, but I have been busy and this took a long time to type out. I will try to be quicker with the next installment. As before, comments are welcome and appreciated.

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Anyway, it was a Friday night and I had convinced my parents to go out for dinner and a movie (in preparation for my plan). My sister was gone at a party up north, and my brother and 13 year old cousin were in the basement playing video games all night long. Jack, who was wearing a brown and white striped Abercrombie polo, brown shorts, and Hanes socks, and I were sitting in the family room watching tv, when I asked:

“How can you watch this show?”

“I don’t know, I just do.” he replied.

“Well, I have a better idea for fun.”

“Really? What?” He asked.

“I’m going to kidnap you.”

“OK!” he said, eagerly.

Now, I’ve tied him up before, a lot, but just stuff like ‘sit down and put your hands behind your back.’, not actual role-playing (like kidnapping). This was going to be more fun than the usual.

We went upstairs to the guestroom, where I had stashed some supplies. There were others in my room and the attic. I had this all planned out.

I told him to wait by the bed, facing the wall, and I left the room. I slowly crept back in and pounced on him, forcing him onto the bed. I grabbed the role of duct tape that was sitting by the pillow, and quickly slapped a couple of pieces over his mouth. He mmmppphhhed for effect. 

I then wrapped his wrists and ankles in duct tape, just enough to hold him until I got him to the next destination: the attic. I carried him into the hallway and hoisted him up the pull-down ladder. It was extremely hot in there, about 100 degrees, so I said:

“It’s too hot in here to do this, so I’m going to take your clothes off. Don’t worry.”

He mmmmpppphhhed into his gag nervously. I started by pulling up his shirt, then removing the tape on his wrists, quickly pulled the shirt off, then tied his hands behind his back with shoe laces, cinching it off in the middle.

Then I unbuttoned and pulled his shorts down, quickly un-taped his ankles, whipped his shorts off, then tied his ankles with shoe laces, cinching them off in the middle. He was wearing nothing but blue and white checkered boxers and his Hanes socks. I tied his knees together with more shoe laces, and then put him into a hogtie. He’s not very comfortable with hogties, so he actually opened his mouth enough so the gag would pop open, and protested.

“I don’t wanna be in a hogtie.”

“I’m your kidnapper, and what I say goes.” I replied, impatiently.

I then shoved a sock in his mouth, and wrapped his head in duct tape. He now mmpphhed like crazy and squirmed about. I left the attic, because it was wickedly hot, and waited in my room for 15 minutes before I went back in.

When I went back up, he was sweating profusely. I undid the hogtie and lowered him back into the air-conditioned hallway. I dragged him over to my room, where I threw him on the bed. 

I untied his wrists, but promptly tied them to the bedposts. I did the same with his ankles, and gave him a fresh gag. When this was finished, I told myself that it was time for the torture.

* * * * *

I began his torture by ticking the soles of his socked feet. He starting laughing and tried to get his feet out of the way. I then worked my way to his sides, were he started laughing uncontrollably. After 5 minutes of that, I moved to his armpits, which he tried to close by pulling his arms down. Then I was finished.

As he panted heavily, I sat on top of him. Next came the painful torture. I grabbed both of his nipples and started to turn them. He screamed and moaned into his gag. I didn’t want to leave any bruises as proof of what happened, so I stopped after a minute of slow turning. Then I started again before he could get his breath back. He moaned into his gag for two minutes. Then I felt something move near the pelvic area, and quickly stopped and got off of him. 

He was very excited, and I could tell, even though he hadn’t quite hit puberty yet. After that was over, I untied his ankles and retied them to each other. I did the same with his wrists, tying them behind his back. I spun him onto his stomach, then lied down on top of him. I put my hand over his already gagged mouth, and used my thumb to close his nose shut. He had just drawn in air, so he lasted a couple seconds before he squirmed.

I released his nose, then closed it again before he could draw in air. He starting squirming frantically, and then I let him breathe. I let him breathe in a little before cutting off his air again, and he started to thrash around, but I held on tightly. I waited for an extra thirty seconds, when he started to slow down, and then let go. He was gasping for air, and I finally untied him. I gave him his clothes back, and he gladly put them back on.

He was sweating greatly, but he said he had really enjoyed it and wanted to do it again, maybe even the next night. It turned out that there wasn’t any time the next night to slip away for that, but we did work on more breathing control, for about 30 minutes.

Till next time. 

I'd love to hear more about your continuing adventures on the camping trip!

I eagerly await your next story!

Jenny's dad is a dentist, and they can get they're hands on some gritty stuff; like chloroform. Now her sister(Amy) got a minscule bottle when she was young and forgot about it, then Jenny found it.

So one weekend she invited me over to her house after a trip to the movies for some "fun"(She wasn't that specific). So I came in and we watched a movie, then Amy went to her boyfriend's house, and Jenny's parents left for dinner; it was only 8 o'clock. Then I felt pretty tired as we walked up stairs to her room. She sat me down on her bed.

Jenny: Sit right here, I got a surprise for you. >;D
Me: Sure.

I waited for a minute, then laid down. I let out a pretty big yawn, when all of a sudden a wet clothe was shoved across my mouth and pull back tightly. I flipped out by squirming and twisting but another hand reached across my chest conceling my arms to myself. The gag held tight as I started to slow down my thrashing. The world seemed to get softer, and slower as the grip felt stronger, and I got dizzier. I wasn't gonna win this fight, but I didn't relize that. The grip on my arms loosened but the gag remained tight. I just stopped, fighting to stay awake. I had no fight left in me so I just became at peice and took a nice deep breath.

I woke up Saturday morning bound hand and foot, as well as gagged with black electrical tape. I was starting to gain feeling back in my legs.When I opened my eyes I saw the smiling face of Jenny staring back at me.

Jenny: Wake up sleepy head.(She said with an evil grin)
Me: Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmmmph?!
Jenny: Oh calm down, you slept like a baby, what are you complaining about?
Me: Mmmmmmmmmmph! Mmph Mmmmmph Mmph Mmmmph?!!!

She but her hand on my thy.

Jenny: Just calm down. What do you want for breakfast? Nod once for scrambled eggs, twice for over easy, 3 times for no eggs, 4 for no sausage.

I nodded once. She left and I adventualy got all my senses up and running, then decided to try my luck and hop down stairs. The sister slept over and the parents were out for an anaversery weekend, so we were all alone :\. I cautously Made my way down stairs onto the living room couch. She brought over two plates of what looked like a continental breakfast. She fed me and then she reapplied a gag.

She watched me squirm and struggle for over 30 minutes before I gave up. She would accasionalu poke or prod me for her amusement. So for about an hour I snuggled up next to her and we watched T.V. Then, when she saw her sisters car pull up, she helped me hop over to the closet where I waited a few minutes before Jenny francticly untied me and had my was the marks off my hands. I collected my stuff and made for the door. Before I exited, she grabbed my arm and looked deep into my eyes, then Smiled. I let out the faintest of a grin, and then next Saturday, I called her up for a second date

I was exicted each day I woke up. You can't get people inside, on school grounds, and that cars has to be turned off if you squirt them, no drive by's.

So Jenny and Kate made thier way over to my house early before anybody got to us. We talked and talked about stradigies, and who to pick out and get when nobody was around. After about 10 minutes Jenny went to the bathroom, and I heard a knocked at the door. I walked over and opened to see who it was. My jaw droped in horror as an arm grabbed hold of my shirt and pulled me out of my house and onto the ground. Kate ran to get Jenny, as the door slammed and I stumbled to me feet, only to get knocked down again. This time I was pinned down to the ground. Keith pulled my arms behind my back, while somebody else started to gag me with some bandana.

(Keith, Eric, Nick, and Chris came that day, all from the remaining team)

My hands were cuffed and my feet were bound with rope. I was begining to feel scared, and nervous I was going to be assassinated. A water pistol was pulled to my temple as Jenny and Kate appeared in astonishment at the door. Before anybody knew what was happening Eric pulled the pistol back, and pulled the trigger as I closed my eyes in nervousness. I felt the cold water hit the side of my head as I fell to my knees and just stared into the lawn. They all hoped into a car and took off. This whole experience went down without a word.

I stared tramatized at the ground. I was just letting all this soak in as the car peeled out of the driveway. Kate and Jenny rushed over and esscorted to my room where I was unroped, ungagged, and eventualy the cuffs were bashed off with a rock. I sat on my bed feeling it was somewhat my fault. It took a lot of consuling, but after lunch at Panda Express I felt a little better. I'm always gonna hate myself for that :(

You're all so lucky, I've been reading stories on this website for about 3 years now....and still....I haven't had an experience to share :(

You're all so lucky, I've been reading stories on this website for about 3 years now....and still....I haven't had an experience to share :(

I made it, jaa haa, I made it. I was nearly out of my room- me, elegant, sportive... I had just to put my knees over the edge of my matress and the rest of my body followed. Thank G I had a very low bed. The I turned to face the door and began to crawl. I lifted the right knee (damn, the carpet pulled in a different direction) and pulled and pushed with my right knee and I somehow made it. I reached the entree and already saw Nic, lying on my couch or on his stomach (depends on what you prefer- to think of people or furniture). He saw me to. He stood up and walked over to me.
"Oh, seams that I've forgotten something. Let me give you a lift!"
With that words he took my feet and pulled me back into my room, placed me on the carpet.
"Please don't do that to me. Or do anything with me. But, please don't leave me alone. It's so boring.", I thought.
"Hmmm hmm hama ma me. Mo Mu mamama ma me. Hmaa, hmm mo hm me hmama. Hma hm hmhm.", I said. Nic started to untie me. No, of course he didn't. He just loosened the connection between my ankles and wrists to re-tie them, this time I could reach my heels with my fingers. Then he blindfolded me with another scarf.
Padding my head, Nic said: "Just stay good and calm, I watch Buffy, then maybe I'll untie you..."
And out he was.
(To be continued)

I invited 1 over but his mum said that he couldnt come unless his older bro came too. His bro was 13 at the time and we were 11. my friend suggested that we play a tie up game and i agreed. His brother asked if he could tie us both up, and we agreed. In my room there is i bunkbed with four posts, and he asked if he could tie us to it on both levels, and again we agreed.

First, he asked me if i had any rope but i said no, but i did have loads of karate belts and normal belts in my cupboard and a pair of plastic toy handcuffs.
In my cupboard i had a couple of hooded jackets that i had grown out of. he asked us to put them on backwards. When we put them on they were small, but he managed to do up the zip at the back.

Using a ball of string, he gagged us first, then tied the hood to the front of our faces so we couldnt see. then he told us to lie down on each bed, me on the bottom, my friend on the top. He did me first. He round one of the karate belts round the two end posts and then tied the ends to my ankles. Then he attatched a pair on hadcuffs to a post with a string short enough so that i couldnt undo my neck, and put them on me and asked, can you escape. I just pressed the easy release button and they were undone. Then he got some blutac and shoved it inside the easy release, then put them back on. Then for some wierd reason, he put some earplugs in my ear. Then he left me and i presumed that he was tying his brother. About ten minutes later i made an mmmmhh!! sound through the gag and waited to se if there was a response. none came.

there i was, bound , gagged, blindfolded handcuffed and earplugged on my own bed. I struggled for a long time but nothing happened. Then i just lay there waiting for me to untie me. Then here i must have fallen asleep as i cant remember. Then i woke up. i was still tied up with all the b lindfolds and stuff still on. i suddenly panicked, because i didnt know how long i had been there for. i could have slept for twenty minutes, a couple of hours, or maybe even the whole night. I struggled even harder and bent the handcuffs until they snapped. but then my wrists were in horrible pain and really bruised and my fingers were all numb. I waited a few minutes and then untied my neck and hood. then i undid my feet and looked on the top bunk

There was no one there. I went downstairs and found the m both watchinh the simpsons on sky one. When they saw me they both burst out laughing. Then i got really annoyed with them and told her to go home.

About a year later, at a theme park i found some toy metal handcuffs. Now I still recreate that time secretly in my room when my mums out, but i tie myself up before putting on the handcuffs and then just lie there tied up until i hear her car coming down the street.

If you want to tie yourself up look on ebay. and type in restraint in the search box and it comes with tie up kits and stuff. I once found a straitjacket. God i cant wait till im old enough to buy these things when i have my own flat and no one will find them.

The End. Or is it

I was at home and was making my self a big meal because I forgot to eat lunch and it was 3:30. I was making myself a milkshake then eat alot more. my friend asked to come round so I said yes (she only lives a street away or so).I had just finished making my milkshake when mary came rang the bell I opened it for me and she came in and I wennt back to what I was doing. I wasn't happy seeing that I had been interupted so many times but now I when over to grab the milkshake when Mary came at me. I ran I went to my room and hid behing the curtains. Mary came in it didn't take long before she found me and I had nowhere to go so I came out Mary was haveing fun I wasn't. Mary told me to lie down on my bed I did that it. She tied my hands with some rope I could feel that she knew what she doing and then she tied my feet like a pro I asked why she was doing this but she stuffed my mouth with pair of panties and tied a scarf over it. I was madly hungry so kept mmmmppphhing alot but it never helped anyone. She knew I hungry so she went and got my milkshake and drank it in front of me then eat the luch that I had made. I was really mad now I didn't have much energy but I tried to escape. In a few min I had tired myself out. Mary was enjoying this. Mary untied my feet and she started to strip me down to nothing but my bra and panties when she was done she re tied my feet and she tied my hands to the headborad. Now that I was cold Mary was thinking of what to do. She played a game of how I was tie be tied up like she would spin around and of which side she stoped at I was tied up with that. first was my gag it was either socks, panties scarf or ball gag (i didn't know what that was) it was ball gag. next was what I was wearing either fully dressed, half, bra and panties or what Mary wanted me to wear it was bra and panties. next was what I was to be tied with either rope, duct tape, scarfs or handcuffs it was kina half half so Maary said it was cuffs and tape. next was how I was to be tied hogtie spread egale or both it was both. finally to be blindfolded or not i was( i think she had her eyes open). So now that was done I was first let lose for about 2 seconds and I was cuffed (i have no idea where she got them) then I my feet were taped and then she sorta put them linked them together. now Mary pulled out a ball gag and she un gagged me I all i could manage was a why before she gagged me with it. finally she blindfolded me with a bandana. I was left in darkness I felt Mary take out my hair tie for some reason. After what felt a lifetime. Mary took my gag off and I she asked me did I have fun I said yes a bit too fast you sure about that she replied and regagged me she really tightned the gag on me. I MMMppphhhed like nuts. now mary was tighterning all my bond. So I could really feel it. I kept mmmmphhhing and mmmpphing.
I had fair bit of energy now but was soo hungry so strugled a fair bit I think I was slowly escaping when Mary came back in and took my blindfold off/gag she said having fun I said yes agian you sure? mary said Yes i'm sure I said ok then I can tie you up even more than you are now then. and re gagged me then blindfolded me agian this time was badly blindfolded so I could see a little bit. She rolled me into the barth room and now she un tied my feet and sat me on the toilet seat then taped my feet many times so tight I thiught I was loseing curcilation in my foot. Then she uncuffed me then taped my hands and tied rope to the chair then wrapped rope around my front finally she saw me seeing out of my blindfold she came back with more bandanas she tied one over my eyes and on my hair. Mary said she would be back and closed the door. So now I was tied to a toilet seat. I went to work to escape but I was no master and couldn't escape I screamed the top of my voice but I got was MMMMMMPPPHHHH I was stuck. Mary came back in and said she had to go but to leave me she decided to tie my hair in a bun for fun and she also tighted all of my bonds all lot I gave a final mmpphh and that was it my parents would probly come home soon so I went back to work escapeing I was going nowhere when I heard my parents I mmppphhed for them to hear my mum say did you hear something dear. mum came into the bathroom and saw tied my she untied me and asked me who did this I told her it was a prank and not to worry mum understod that so gathered my stuff and went to my bedroom to stash the stuff ...

That was it for now watch out for the next episode of golden gal in hoodwinked....

This morning I went over to Mikes (who is now 19) and he told me he'd either tie me in leather or uniform. I'm not a big fan of leather so I had to go for uniform. Have some photos :)

Starting up simple (A bit fuzzy, enlarged for better veiwing)
1. http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscf1250nv2.jpg

Moving to stage 2
2. http://img107.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscf1250kf8.jpg

3. http://img87.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscf1256uf2.jpg

4. http://img225.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscf1257pv4.jpg

Then the battery went....

anyway i got home very hot from a hard day at school i had a bad day because teacher were complaining about my uniform which consisted of white t shirt all buttons must be done up navy blue v necked jumper and blue and silver tie i walked through the door to see my mum and dad but they were not there i looked at the table and i read a note saying the would be back late dont stay up and would not see me now untill they got back i walked upstairs and saw my brother in my room i yelled at him to get out he got up and i pushed him hard out the dooor and sat on my bed i heard the door bell ring i went down to get it and suddenly my bro gagged me and tied my wrist togther he had rang the door as a trick he got my wrist on a lead and lead me outside into our garden he then tied me to the tree he then gagged me with my own sock and blindfolded me then he wnet inside and got somthing and shoved it in my ears and tied tape around my ears i was very wierd bieng in complete darkness and in silence and unable to move after about 20 mins i felt my arms being untied and thought that was it so i did not think to struggle he re tied arms down to my sides and then pushed me over i fell into what i found out later to be a hole he had dug he had dug is right up to my chin he filled me i i could hardly breathe let alone move he romoved my blindfold but not my gag and ther tape from around my ears he then asked me could i escape i shook my head he then said ok and walked off i began to get very hot plus i really needed the tiolet he came back after five minutes and removed my gag i swore at him and demand he let me go he un did his watch from his wrist and put it were i could see it was now six he said sleep well and reaplied the gag and tape around my ears i could see it getting very dark when it got to ten twenty five i gave in and went the tiolet yes i wet myself like i had a chioce i fell in and out of sleep it was very difficult the next morning he came down with the biggest smile on ever and removed my tape from my ears and said did u sleep i shook my head but under the gag i was very unpleasent he had a camera and took pictures then he dug out just my feet and took off my shoes ect and socks and tickled me i tried to block it from my mind but i was no use i focused on the watch it was ten thirty when he started and and half one when he stopped i cant tell u what that was like but image hell then he un dug me and took me upstairs i will continue soon

note from Canuck At the author's request, here's a link to the site where the story was originally posted.

Mudboy's tie-up stories

I have been doing bondage modeling for a while now. If someone had told me some time ago that I would be doing that, I would have been quite sceptical. When it was first proposed to me, I was somewhat scared of all that stuff, but then a guy knew how to convince me to do it. 

I can say that there are some men that are very passionate about bondage, and they do it in a manner that is very intense, very strict, and totally inescapable. Some people have asked me why I would do such a thing, and I don’t feel like justifying myself to them. But who cares, as long as we both get something from it. 

As I said, I would have probably never done it if it wasn’t that someone knew how to convince me. I had to get something back from it. Someone might say it could have been a matter of money, but it was not. I just wanted to have fun. So the guy knew how to make it fun. 

Being bound by a man can be somewhat very exciting. It all depends on the kind of relationship you have with that man and the interaction that takes place. When I first got tied up, it was for more than just bondage. I was with my boyfriend at the time and it was part of our foreplay. But now, with time and water under the bridge, I came to do bondage for the adventure and the trill. I am not with the boyfriend any more, but I got to talk about bondage to some people, and they showed a very strong interest in playing some “games” with me. At first I had not envisioned getting tied without having sex, it made no sense. But some guys were so enthusiastic about doing just bondage, and they would go to great length to get me to meet with them. So little by little I caved in.

But not all the guys have what it takes to do good stuff. Not only in terms of materials, but in terms of skills as well. Some guys know how not to pinch your skin while tightening the ropes, they know how to be fast and efficient, and they bring some good humour to it. It is nice to play with them and they make you feel comfortable. I have to say, because of that I was willing to do it again, and again, and I ended up living some very interesting adventures. 

Now we are not doing just “bondage”. We do some role playing, and it is much more fun. I get to be tied in so many ways, in so many situations, it’s hilarious. Sometimes it’s tough on the body, but I can take it.

THE END 

i totally agree with whoever wrote this about buzz, would be great to see.

Punctuation marks, few (or no) typos, and even paragraphs!
You're really pampering us! :-))

And the stories are great, too.

Hello Everyone, I discovered this site recently and have just now plucked up enough courage to post. This story is one of my first experiences in bondage. It involves me and one of my best friends, Hayes.

I do hope you enjoy it.

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I have been good friends with Hayes ever since we were freshamn, although the two of us couldn't be any more different.

Hayes is your typical jock: tall, strong and muscular, competative and somewhat violent with a tendancy to be arrogant and contolling, however, many people would agree that his case is worse than most. He has been known to totally stop a game so as to argue a "bad call" with the umpire himself... it's a good thing he's got talent, otherwise he'd be without a team... but thats another story.

As for me, I'm average height and, although thin, not exactly an athlete.

Since I'd met him, I knew how Hayes was, but I'd never been on the receiving end until this incident.

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Hayes is what some would call "The Outdoorsie Type." He loved hiking, fishing, camping, all that kind of stuff. So when he wanted to go, we went. This time it was a crisp weekend in early October and we were camping in the woods that we usually do.

"Isn't it beautiful out here man?" Hayes asked me.
"Yeah, it is." I replied shortly. We had just finished the tasks one had to do while camping, pitch the tent, build the fire, and I was already sick of it. It was cold, and it had rained the day before so the ground was all wet too. This was to be a miserable experience.

"Come on, let's go for a hike." He said. I sighed and picked up my small backpack, following him through the same trail we hiked every time he got the whim to go camping. As we walked, he pointed out various landmarks and made a remark about each of them. I followed and pretended to listen, throwing the occasional "Yep" and "No, I didn't know that."

By the time we finished the 8-mile trail and got back to the camp, dusk was setting in. We built up the fire and started cooking our dinner. While sitting around the fire, I was shivering it was so cold. Despite the warmer gear I was wearing.

I looked over at Hayes and even though he was wearing shorts, he was still comfortable with the cold, he even took his hiking boots and socks off.

I guess I should work out more.

After freezing for two hours, night had arrived and the full moon lit our little camp site up. Hayes had been making small talk the whole time whilst I shivered. I, finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Hayes, I'm sorry, but I think I'm heading back. I'm freezing and I can't get warm, plus, I didn't get much..."
"No you're not." was his reply.
"Excuse me."
"Kael, you're not leaving. It's not safe for one of us to go off into the night and the other to stay here by ourselves. You're not leaving."
"Sorry Hayes, I can't take it." I said, getting up and beginning to pack my things.
"You're not going anywhere Kael, sit down."
"No."
"Sit down now."
Just as I began to walk away from the campsite, I felt his strong hand grab my feeble wrist and drag me back. "You're not leaving."
"Hayes! Stop being stupid, we've been out here so many times I know my way back by now."
My captor didn't listen as he continued to drag me against my will towards his backpack before pushing me down.
"Listen Kael, I said you have to stay so you have to stay. Sorry if you didn't brind enough gear, but thats too bad. We shouldn't seperate in the woods like that."

Before I could react, his bare foot was on my back, pinning me down, while he grabbed my hands and wrapped rope around the wrists. 

"Hayes! What the hell are you doing?" I yelled.
"Shhh, shut up. Theres other people around!" He whispered.
"No! Let me go right n..." I never got any farther in my speech as he firmly clamped his hand around my mouth. A moment later, he released his hand and just as I was about to protest again, he shoved a wad of cloth in my mouth and tied another around it. It only took a second for me to realize that he gagged me with obne of the thick long hiking socks he used that bad and a thick camo bandana.

He then proceeded to tie my ankles in the same fashion that he tied my wrists before finally putting me in a hogtie.

He watched me as I squirmed and laughed. "Serves you right for not listening to me." He then dragged me into the tent and said "It's 2 am. I'm going to sleep and your coming with me."

He put me in my sleeping bag, put on a clean pair of hiking socks and went to sleep.

Needless to say, I didn't sleep well that night. Not only because of the uncmfortable position I was in but I was also afraid of choking on his sweaty socks while I slept, so that kept me up a while.

Hayed woke with the sun and untied me. Although it wasn't funny that night, we had a good laugh about it the next morning.

"That'll show you to listen to me next time I tell you, or next time it'll be worse."

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That wraps up my first story. I welcome comments, both posative and negative so feel free to leave one.

Fine story, Kael, I hope you'll tell us more about your adventures with Hayes.

Mr. notonerightnow.
I think you can believe what John and his Dad did is true. I know kids myself who have their fathers tie them up, when they ask them to. And just playingand for fun, not punishment or anything. Not for all night maybe, but long enough.
And Seth, my Uncle ties me lots of times, when I ask him to. He knows I like to be tied up. I don't get gagged like John did, unless he's right there with me, so it's not dangerous.
So, some parents do like to play tie up games with their kids. Maybe you just don't know.

John, please tell us about the weekend you get tied up again by your Dad, if it happens. And Happy Birthday!

Adam F. 

resist temptation and it gets easier

I'm trying to stop as well, we can chat if that may help...

add msn if you like

thanks

Oh, and Kevin man, there is no way out without repressing a part of yourself. It's so deeply grasped that it is not possible to just get rid of. It's like telling me to stop eating lasagnas, for example, lol. The only thing you can do is exercise control over that desire. If you - or anyone - want to talk about it, my e-mail address is below.

And Dann, please, you're once more making it look like cocaine.

First, the backstory:
There is a girl at my school who is a bit weird, soft-spoken, shy, whatever, but through the grapvine I heard she has a crush on me. Fantastic, but she never showed any hints of it, so I ignored it. (She is kind of cute, and I consider myself not too great at dealing with women, so I assumed people were trying to get me embarrased or something.) She didn't do well in school not because she was stupid, but she just really didn't care a whole lot, probably because she grew up in a household where education took a backseat to, say, Maury Povich.

So she is currently attending summer school, and I missed the train to apply for a job anywhere, so I decided to go and see if I could get tutoring jobs. I got 4 kids, and the first 3 I've been hired by the parents. I was hired to tutor for this girl, but SHE hired me, not the parents. (Who can guess the ending now?) She said she wanted to get into a good college, so she needed to start paying more attention to her education so she wasn't living like her parents when she got older. Since her income was a bit slower than others, we worked out a plan that she would pay me 10$ at each session, and then a much larger sum if she passed summer school. And since I had nothing to do during the summer, I said, why not. It'll probably be the same amount of money in the long run anyway.

Phew.

Finally, the story:
This latest time I arrived at her house, her mom opened the door and I went upstairs to her room, where she already had things set up. I dropped my stuff and we started to get to work. Now, I understand that some people like a description of the people in question, so the next paragraph will be describing myself and this girl, who we'll call Jen from now on. If you don't need descriptions to get a mental image, skip the next paragraph.

I'm probably average height and weight for my age, which is 17, I'm not particularly muscular, I have short black hair, and I was wearing white cargo shorts and a solid blue T-Shirt. In short, I'm nothing out of the ordinary. Jen is a little shorter than me, slim, but nowhere near the bizarre Lohan-Skeletor skinny. And for you guys, she's not exactly the "LOL HUGE CHEST AND BUTTOCKS" girl that seems to live in everybody's town, but I'd say she's doing well for her age, which is 16. She has shoulder length red hair. She was wearing a black tank top and camo cargo shorts. They weren't short-shorts, but they weren't exactly down to her knees either.

Well, now that that's over and done with, the rest of the story. Before we really got into the "tougher" subjects, she stopped and asked me a question; "Could I ask you to do something?"
- "Uh, sure."
- "If I do well this whole session, can I...*pause*....can I try something with you?"
- "What is something?"
- "You'll see."
- "Should I be worried?"
- "No."

So of course, I'm sure you all know where this is going, since she very well may have picked some tips up from the stories on here. She does well, and asks if she can tie me up. Just for a bit. I was skeptical, but I eventually said yes. Had I read anything on this site, I would have known to say no. She sat me in a chair and wrapped my wrists through one of the little supports on the back, and tied them together with duct tape. Quite a lot of duct tape. She then put a tennis ball in my hands and duct taped that there, so now I had no use of my fingers. She then went to work taping my ankles to either leg of the chair, then just below my knees to each leg, and then she starts wrapping the tape around my chest to secure me to the back of the chair. Right about there was when I really started to wonder if this was just for a bit.

"Uh....how much tape do you need, exactly?" I asked as she finished one roll and fished another out of her dresser drawer, and continued wrapping it around my chest. Finally, when she was done, I heard he rustling around behind me, but I couldn't see what she was doing. She then swung around and sat on my lap facing me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and I was successfully uncomfortable. I tried not to let it show though.
- "(Name erased, just a random girl) told you, didn't she?" she asked me.
- "Told me what?" and I wasn't playing dumb, I was truly confused.
She leaned in and kissed me, and in the suprise of it I went to pull away, (told you I wasn't good with women, because had it been under less, duress shall we say, I probably wouldn't have pulled back.) and as I did I opened my mouth do yell something to the extent of "WHAT THE F***?" But around "WH-" she clamped her hand over my mouth, and I knew this wasn't going to be for a bit.

"Can we be quiet?" She asked me, and I sensed a new level of creepy/evil genius/Willem Dafoe in her voice that I either didn't hear or wasn't there before. I nodded yes, and she slowly released her hand, and I calmly and quietly asked her; "What the f***?"

She responded with, in this order, 1.)"You know now, don't you?" 2.)Another kiss, which I was a bit less thrown off by, and 3.) a sock in the mouth and duct tape wrapped around my head several times, though lovingly avoiding the hair on the back of my head. I tried to repeat my question, but it came out as "WmmMmmFmm?". I had never been tied up before, and this gag was suprisingly good. I struggled to get free and, you guessed it, got nowhere. She took a few pictures of me, which she assured me were only for herself and would not be used to blackmail me with, which I guess made me feel a BIT better, but it kind of weirded me out that she wanted my kidnap in her scrapbook.

In fact, aside from the whole 'decieve-and-kidnap' bit, she was fairly nice to me given my state. No forced make-overs, no blackmails, she just kind of enjoyed the new centerpiece of her room. She did do some little "romantic" things with/to me, but I think that doesn't need to be off the site, and I assure you it was in no way physically intrusive, and all of our clothing stayed on at all times, so if people really want the full rundown of what happened, just say so and I'll post it. It's not actually innappropriate, I just don't know where Canuck draws the line at "sexual".

Regardless, she kept me there for quite a while, and I have to admit it wasn't horrible. I probably would have enjoyed our time together more without the whole duct tape and chair and sock bit, but I'm still not complaining. I have another session with her next week, so we'll see if anything happens, but she showed me how being tied up can be fun under the right circumstances. I might even go so far as to say she's my girlfriend now, so I may even see her before her next session.

And that's that then. I'd appreciate feedback if anyone is giving it.

it's amazing to see so many not hold their tongue.

John, you alone know whether the stories are in fact true, but yea, if they are, he's not a man you should be alone with.

Not that way,

and I'm sorry your Mom realizes, and doesn't interfere.

Your comments on Buzz are a little unnecessary. 

First/ why take the Lord's name in vain? Exclaiming "My God" is not helping your case.

Second/ Waddaya mean he looks 14? What's he doing that a fourteen year old shouldn't? On his own site where the pics were first posted, he claims to be 12!

Third/ Your statement "it is people like those unnamed posters who give sites like this a bad name " is tottaly unfounded scaremongering the like of which is rarely seen outside of the cheap tabloid newspapers. Sites like this do not have a bad name. To which particular "unnamed" posters are you referring? Ah, sorry, I forgot, you can't tell us 'cos they're unnamed! And which people is it who are like these unnamed posters.

The first part of your post is hardly worthy of a reply but I thought I would just for the laugh!

Not a bad story though, even though your friend is a despicable character with poor relationship values ("competative and somewhat violent with a tendancy to be arrogant and contolling, however, many people would agree that his case is worse than most.") Competative, VIOLENT!, arrogant, controlling and worse than most! A wonderfull role model for the young teen readers we have here, dontyathink?

Best regards

Harry

I meant no offense to Buzzbuzz at all. I understand that pictures help better illustrate a story and that he, and everyone else, has a right to post them where he chooses.

My comments were adressed to those who left no name and left these comments.
 

"Monday, August 7th 2006 - 09:57:57 AM

good pics. would like to see some of you with the pants down. tied up in your undies"
 

"Tuesday, August 8th 2006 - 02:59:32 PM

good pics. would like to see some of you with the pants down. tied up in your undies 

i totally agree with whoever wrote this about buzz, would be great to see. 
nothing.. 
n/a"

The above posters, I do believe are out of line. If you disagree that is your oppinion. Again, I apologise for any confusion that may have caused, perhaps next time you will do further research and think before you post.

As for Hayes's personality... I can't say that I disagree with you, he isn't really a "good guy," especially in that partiular story. If you were offended by him, you are welcome to skip over my stories which involve him.

Thanks for the feedback.
 
 

Kael,

you were absolutely right in the calls that you made...

thank you for a genuine concern for Buzz Buzz and his welfare.

He's only 12.

Lets see, she deceived you,lied to you,betrayed your trust & took advantage when you were helpless. What a great way to start a relationship bondage or otherwise. I wonder if they are her values away from the bedroom?

I did much the same with a new boy at school once, but I didn't need to lie or deceive him. We just agreed to some fun 'roll-play' & trust games & with no pics to be taken without permission.

We have remained great friends ever since.

It sounded to me like John's dad did exactly what John asked him to, and frankly the only "vibe" that I got was that he wanted to squash his son's obsession by giving him exactly what he wanted even when he recanted later.

Once I understood what was happening I'd say it became consensuel (sp.?), and I think she wanted to get me in it rather than just ask me so that I could see what I thought of it.

I understand that concern completely, but I trust her more than almost anyone.

there's such thing as 'ADULT JUDGMENT'

or there should be anyway...

saying 'no' sometimes to what a child thinks they want...

with a greater concern for their BEST INTEREST
 
 
 

anyway im very strange and i keep a book of my fanfasys and most of them involve chelsea and some are very very embaresing and i won't let anyonre read them including chelsea.

Chelsae knows i like to be tied up and one day when i was just laying on my bed with her she took my wrists and started tying them tgether, them she opened my draw to get more to tie my feet up but she also took out my fantasy book which she just put on the floor and continued to tie my feet very tight. once she was done she grabbed my book and started reading it, and all i could do was watch her and beg her not to read it, it was so embaresing, i struggled like mad and managed to get my hands un tied then i was able to grab it off of her 

The end 

Now where the HELL has this site gone. Every story written now gets negative feedback after negatvie feedback. They are good stories. Let me point out John ASKED to be tied up in the way he was for the time he was. Would you rather have his friends tie him up that way? The stories are still good on this site but the site seems to being turning into a forum about the stories more then a story board. 

Enough is Enough on this John Thing.

1. Girl should have come clean; non-consenting, yet at same time,

2. You did fail to find out just what she wished to do if the tutoring session was 'especially good.'

Please be more careful, and now that all is done, I'm happy, it was fun, for you. It could as easily have been, tragedy.

Its self bondage and i just hope im not the only one who noticed. Before you used the tape on a bed post in order to bind your arms to your side, simply by spinning around roatating the tape around your body.

I noticed the roll of tape on the bed post and noticed the scissors conveniently lying next to BuzzBuzz on the floor. In addition in most of the ties BuzzBuzz was placed in were very flimsy and could be broken free with brute force. 

His stories and pictures are entertaining and I’m sure he meant well, but I’m annoyed that BuzzBuzz claims that his stories and pictures are fact and chooses not to tell the truth.

Also foolish, and dangerous, is your assertion that, a "loosely" applied, knotted in place noose poses no hazard. Ligatures of any form in any way about the neck are an absolute NO. Don't believe me? Read LORELEI's horror stories of all-too-frequent Auto-Erotic Fatalities at: bedroombondage.com.

Not knocking you Steve. Only wanting you, John and everyone here to be ALIVE for the next Happy bind.

this storie envolves ten people:team tom which includeds:me{15},nick{16},steven{15},and phil{16}.

team joe:joe{16},seth{15},derek{15},and chris{16}
 
 

i am 15 and i am a big paint ball phanatic and alot of the kids in my school have started up teams so on the last few days of school some of the guys on my team and i decided we should have a big summer tournament between a rival team {we will call them team joe} in the school and our team {team tom).

we whould play on a wooded property that nicks dad owns its pretty big about a three-forths of a mile long and about a half a mile wide. it whould be a game of capture the flag each team got there own base which whould be messured out evenly then in between there whould be free land whitch if you were shot any were in the free land by the oppisite team you whould be forced to serender and taken into captivity by the other team. the team can tie you up however they want to with tape,rope, or anything and you may be gagged and blindfolded and if you are able to get free or your teammate frees you you may leave at your own risk.and of course whoever gets the other teams flag first wins. 
 
 

On the last day of school i approched the captain of the team joe who the team is named after. and told him about the tournament. I explained the wooded area were we whould hold it and the captivity rules at first he was a little bit hesitant about the rules but he finally aggreed that on july 15 the tournament whould begin.
 

on the day before the start of the tournament me and nick went to the hardwear store to get some of the supplies we needed. we got 10 jumbo rolls of duct tape,about 25 good zip ties and a large roll of twine rope,about 25 bandanas and of course plenty of paint.

that night we all got together at my house to plan our battle and to distribute supplies and equipment. we each got 2 rolls of tape,5 zip ties about 20 feet of rope and 5 bandanas and we were ready for battle.

will coutinue tonight or in the morning............ 

post pics if u see him

Do not, and I repeat, do not play with your lives or even think to suggest that type of thing to another person. Playing with electricity is dangerous. Alot of people believe that an Automatic External Defribilator starts the heart so small voltage of electricity couldn't be a bad thing. You are very, very wrong.

An AED stops the heart in hopes that the heart will restart itself. It is only used when a patient has ventral tachycardia or ventrical fibulation. Not like you see in the movies. The heart has to be actually beating or have an bioelectric signature. People playing with a shock collar are risking causing death. First and foremost, children's hearts and cardiac systems are far more prone to causing irrepairable damage by this type of play, even playing with a tens machine, than they know. This is not suggested, nor encouraged. You may have seen it on YouTube, but alot of the cases not shown on YouTube end in the Morgue for children and adults. Anyone here hear about the kid who died at Disneyland recently because of a Congenital Heart Defect? Do you know what would happen to someone who had one and then got shocked by a dog shock collar? You'd kill them. Do not, and I repeat, do not ever suggest this. In fact, I hope your post gets removed because I guarantee you, the results will play a part on your conscience for the rest of your natural life that you contributed to someones death.

As for making sure someone can't really speak or say anything. Bad idea...the more you restrict their ability to talk, the more you cut off a breathing passage and encourage the choking reflex. Yes, some people can learn to breath through their nose, but in actual fact that will only keep you alive for so long. A whole night of just breathing through your nose and you'll be suffering from moderate to extreme oxygen deprevation. Your body breaths in, through your mouth, about 16 percent of the Oxygen in the Air, it needs about 8 percent of it to live, per breath. Through your nose, that is lessened by quite a bit. A proper gag or playful gag, should allow for some air to enter the lungs through the gag and the nose so as to give enough air for the victim to live a bit more comfortably.

As for the neck, I will tell you this, mistakes happen. What if it did tighten on John, do you really want to play that game? Did you even think of what you typed...Basically, have him bound, with a gag that provides him little to no air circulation, or ability to show or emit real distress calls, a shock collar and a noose? no, John, do not ask for this at all. If you value you life, stay away from this type of "play". You are playing with your life and you would also be potentially sending your father to jail for first degree murder. Do not play the "what if" game in Tie-ups. NEVER play it. Tie them to a bed, and play it safe. Give them a way to make sure that if there is an emergency, proper messures can be taken.

Trust me, this is comming from someone who does know the body and biological systems as well as the medical aspect of things. Please do not cause needless damage to your body, it was given to you for a reason, don't abuse it.

Do not, and I repeat, do not play with your lives or even think to suggest that type of thing to another person. Playing with electricity is dangerous. Alot of people believe that an Automatic External Defribilator starts the heart so small voltage of electricity couldn't be a bad thing. You are very, very wrong.

An AED stops the heart in hopes that the heart will restart itself. It is only used when a patient has ventral tachycardia or ventrical fibulation. Not like you see in the movies. The heart has to be actually beating or have an bioelectric signature. People playing with a shock collar are risking causing death. First and foremost, children's hearts and cardiac systems are far more prone to causing irrepairable damage by this type of play, even playing with a tens machine, than they know. This is not suggested, nor encouraged. You may have seen it on YouTube, but alot of the cases not shown on YouTube end in the Morgue for children and adults. Anyone here hear about the kid who died at Disneyland recently because of a Congenital Heart Defect? Do you know what would happen to someone who had one and then got shocked by a dog shock collar? You'd kill them. Do not, and I repeat, do not ever suggest this. In fact, I hope your post gets removed because I guarantee you, the results will play a part on your conscience for the rest of your natural life that you contributed to someones death.

As for making sure someone can't really speak or say anything. Bad idea...the more you restrict their ability to talk, the more you cut off a breathing passage and encourage the choking reflex. Yes, some people can learn to breath through their nose, but in actual fact that will only keep you alive for so long. A whole night of just breathing through your nose and you'll be suffering from moderate to extreme oxygen deprevation. Your body breaths in, through your mouth, about 16 percent of the Oxygen in the Air, it needs about 8 percent of it to live, per breath. Through your nose, that is lessened by quite a bit. A proper gag or playful gag, should allow for some air to enter the lungs through the gag and the nose so as to give enough air for the victim to live a bit more comfortably.

As for the neck, I will tell you this, mistakes happen. What if it did tighten on John, do you really want to play that game? Did you even think of what you typed...Basically, have him bound, with a gag that provides him little to no air circulation, or ability to show or emit real distress calls, a shock collar and a noose? no, John, do not ask for this at all. If you value you life, stay away from this type of "play". You are playing with your life and you would also be potentially sending your father to jail for first degree murder. Do not play the "what if" game in Tie-ups. NEVER play it. Tie them to a bed, and play it safe. Give them a way to make sure that if there is an emergency, proper messures can be taken.

Trust me, this is comming from someone who does know the body and biological systems as well as the medical aspect of things. Please do not cause needless damage to your body, it was given to you for a reason, don't abuse it.

well anyway,me and my friend were just messing around making a load of noise and his mom asked us to be quiet and we decided to talk back,at that time his mom told us"its time for bed"so i began my protest saying"its only 11:00 iam not going to sleep yet"she told me to "go now or I would regret it later" I just brushed it off and went to bed in the guestroom.

Later that night,I woke up with a hand clamped tightly over my mouth i quickly realized it was my friends mom,she had duct taped my hands together and was straddlig my chest handgagging me,i mmmphed but her hand was so tight on my mouth it barely made a sound,i was trying to scream to my friend for help but later found out he was already tied up.

At this point she just shushed me and took her hand off my mouth I was gonnaa ask her to stop but she quickly forced a dish rag in my mouth and said"dont even think about spitting that out"then she used belts to tie my ankles and thighs together and secured my hands to the bed post with more duct tape.

She then said "dont move i will be right back"i gave a few quick mmmmphs and she was gone,so i spit out the rag and started to struggle against my binds,at that time she came back in the room with a blindfold and a gag,it was like a ballgag with a leather strap that covers your mouth,she looked at me and said you dont listen well do you,i started to yell"please somebody help"she jumped on the bed and covered my mouth again with her hand.

i was screamin as loud as i could and she told me to be quiet and she would take her hand away so I nodded so she took her hand off my mouth i begged her to let me go she just said"i told you to go to sleep but you talked back so this is your punishment"i went to ask her again to let me go at that point she put the gag in my mouth and said"boy you talk to much"i couldnt utter a sound the ball filled my mouth and the strap muffled all other noise.

Then she put the blindfold on me I tried to squirm and mmmmph but i was completely helpless,she untaped my hands only to re tape them behind my back so she could lay me on my stomach so i wouldnt choke or nothing,she then told me to keep it down and go to sleep,i spen most of the night trying to get loose or work my gag out but i wasnt going anywhere,oddly enough i really enjoyed being gagged and tied up a lot and i felt the punishment was alot better then getting hit or stuff like that.

In the morning she came in and took off my blindfold and untied me,but she wouldn't let me remove the gag she said"you have to wear that until I feel content you won't talk back to me"i stayed gagged for about another half hour and then she took the gag off which even though I loved it I was relieved because my jaw was strained a little.

I yelled out to my friend that i was about to leave but his mom just laughed and said"oh thanks for reminding me i forgot to untie him"once my friend was untied i asked does she do that often and he told me"thats how he gets punished for talking back and since I talked back i had to get the same punishment as him"

Before i left I apologized to my friends mom for acting up but deep down I was kinda happy i did because i really enjoyed the punishment....

Rick 

we had to walk about a two miles from nicks house to the battle site. it was about 8:00 in the mourning but the battle wasent sapouse to start until about 10:00 but we wanted to get are base set up so we had plenty of time.
 

we had volentered three officials for the battle.

allen(17)
serg(16)
tony(16)

when we got to the battle site we tied our flag on a tree branch at our base. we then got out our head sets which was the type that the marines use there expencive but there worth it.

we also had a officials radio that was used by the offials to call time outs and to call the start of the battle.

at about 9:50 we were given the ten minute warning so we loaded our guns. and ten minutes later we were given the go.

me,steve and phil were on the first offenceive team.and nick and shane were on guard.

we started walking together but as soon as we reached the free zone we split up steve went to the left. phil went to the right and i went down the center as they started walking at an angle we started to hear something coming from straight ahead and i radioed for both of them to look out and hide behind the trees.
 

as i looked ahead i saw two members of team joe and radioed for my men to be ready to fire on my camand as they got closer they started to trash talk telling me to just give up and that it whould be over soon. but right as they got next to the tree that steve was behind i yelled out "fire"!!. and no more then a second later one man was down.

the other target had ran off as soon as he heard the shots but that was ok becuse we had our first captive.
 

as we approched him we had our guns drawn becuse we didnt know if there waws anyone behind us but suprisingly he gave up with out a fight.

we had hit him on his side. i then took his helmet off and found it was chris.

i said "well that didnt take long" i then asked if was ok he said he was. i then gave him some water.

I then forced his hands behind his back and taped his wrist with duct tape and pulled out a bandana and put it throght his teeth. i then put some tape over that to seal it. and then i put some tape over his eyes.

as i walked chris back to the base the others guys followed but made sure nobody ws behind us.

when we got to base i put chris on his knees then used a zip tie to connect his wrist to his ankles and put more tape around his chest.
 

i then told steve to stay back and nick to come with me and phil on the out team and told the other guys to keep a good eye on chris and to make sure he dosent mess with his bindings.
 

will continue tonight...................... 
 

If you're here, Jennifer, just know that there are quite a few people who would love to know what happened next. I for one really appreciate your stories.

Well, I guess its time for me to continue my story I got a good deal of positive feedback last time. So I am going to continue the story today. I am sorry that I am progressing so slowly, but it takes a lot of time to type out a story of this length with all the detail I prefer to throw in. Anyway, enough chitchat, on with the story.

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(This line of dots is what I use to mark a passage of a significant amount of time in my stories. I am picking up at the next experience I had relevant to this site over the next five days. We arrived at the campground, checked in, pitched camp, ate lunch and dinner, and did some other activities that I really don't recall all that well. If I included all the details it would take me several more post just to get to the next experience I had relevant to this site. I am posting my childhood tie up game experiences here, not writing a novel about my camping trip when I was 8 year old. Well, time to move on.)

Night drifted in slowly over the horizon as the sun sank low behind the treetops surrounding our campsite. Our site was situate on the southern side of the campground in a secluded wooded area set aside from the main camping area. This place was out of the way and reserved for long-term campers who would be staying anywhere from a week to the full season. It was close to some of the activities, but the lake and the main concession stand were on the other side of the park about a 10-minute walk away. Since it was early in the week, the area was not crowded and we were at least 4 or 5 sites away from the closest other campers. 

The rain had come and gone as it pleased throught the day. However, the clouds had finally made their way from the sky allowing leaving a clear open summer sky. The sun set open the way for the stars and moon that blanketed and lit the cool summer sky brightly. The rain had left a cool chill in the air. I felt it distinctly as a light summer breeze blew the cold dank air against my cheeks. It was a cold night for summer, I think it was someplace between 50 and 60 degrees. 

I drew my arms folded against my chest to guard from the cold as the focus of my attention shifted from the sky to the campfire. It had been burning strongly since we cooked dinner over it several hours ago. Mary and Sean had continued to feed the fire at regular intervals in order to keep it burning strongly. I looked down at the ground towards my feet, which were fairly warm despite the cold air. I yawned and shifted my attention back to the fire and then around the circle at each of my siblings. Mary and Sean were talking about their plans for the fall. Scott looked bored and tired just as much as I did. It was already half an hour past our normal summer bedtime. I was already dressed for the occasion as was Sean. Mary and Scott were still in there day clothes. 

I still like to wear pajamas to bed when I went camping at that age. Scott preferred to sleep in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Sean was wearing a set of flannel pajamas with pants and long sleeves and a set of flip-flops. It was weird, he didn't usually wear pajamas at home, but he did when we went on camping trips and vacation. I guess he just like to relax in them when he was on a break. Mary was still dressed in her jeans and T-shirt from earlier in the day. I knew that Mary had brought pajamas too, but she didn't like to change into them until she was ready for bed. I was dressed the warmest of all of us. 

I was dressed in another set of footed pajamas very similar to the ones I wore in the first part of the story. They were a one-piece cotton garment with a front zipper down to the waist and built in feet. They were identical to my other set except they were a solid pink rather than the blue snowflake print. I often wore pajamas with the built in feet at that age. (I still have a set that I sometimes wear on cold winter nights.) I had the sandals I wore earlier during the car ride down strapped over my pj feet because I was outside and didn't want to get my pajamas all dirty. I was sitting in my camp chair watching the fire burn slowly. 

In addition to my pajamas and sandals, I was also wearing two other accessories to guard against the cool night air. Overtop of my pajamas, I was also wearing a hooded sweatshirt that belonged to Scott. In my hurry to pack for camp, both Sean and I had overlooked the fact that it might be cold despite being August. Scott had thought a little better ahead and packed himself a sweatshirt just in case. He let me borrow it when I complained that I was cold. The sweatshirt was gray in color and you could easily tell that it was several sizes too big for me. Scott was big for his age and I was small for mine. The sweatshirt fit me loosely and baggy, the bottom almost came all the way down to my knees. Also, the sleeves were almost six inches too long for my arms, but this allowed me to pull my hands inside against the cold. Despite being too big, I was glad to have it. It was the kind that you pulled over you head with a hood that could be tightened with a string. Scott had tightened the hood snugly against the outline of my head to help keep me warm and tied the string off securely in a bow. 

Finally, I should mention that I was weaning one other article of clothing that I had found accidentally earlier in the night. Earlier despite my best efforts to keep warm in the sweatshirt, my hands were still cold from the night air. So, I decide to stick them into the sweatshirt's pocket to warm them up. To my surprise, I found that Scott had left a pair of mittens that he wore in the fall and winter in the pocket. The mittens were made soft blue fleece and had a second layer that lined them internally for added warmth. I decided to dawn them as an added ward against the cold. They were a little big and bulky but they were warm. I put them on and tucked the open ends of the cuffs into the ribbon trim on my pajamas to keep the heat in and tighten the fit down a little. Scott had laughed and said "Boy Jen, you look just like a big bunny rabbit, all bundled up for Halloween." I remembered the rabbit costume I had worn last year he was making reference to.

I shook the teasing off with a quiet laugh and told him that I didn't care what I looked like as long as I was warm. I thanked him again for the loan of his jacket. I had also folded my legs Indian style up on the chair and attempted to cover them with the bottom edge of the sweatshirt as best I could. Between that and the fire I had warmed up and was enjoying the evening talking with my Mary and my older brothers. .............

I woke up groggily, I must have dozed off for a few minutes, and Sean had already gone to the camper for the night. Mary and Scott were still sitting by me next to the fire. Mary Said "Well Jen, if you two are really that tired maybe you should go to bed, its well past your bed time anyway." "We have a big day tomorrow and I want you well rested. It was likely a little after nine thirty by now. Scott and I nodded and headed for the tent we had pitched earlier. Mary took a last look at the fire and knocked it down; so, it could not burn outside the fire ring. Then she looked our way to make sure we reached the tent. Then she headed for the camper for the night. Sean and Mary were going to sleep in the RV, while Scott and I shared a tent. It was a 4-person dome tent and had plenty of room for the two of us to sleep. The tent was white and red in color and had a single zipper door situated to the left side at the front. I had trouble with the zipper because of the mittens on my hands. Scott opened the door for me and I entered followed by him. Then he zipped the door behind us. Little did I know that I was in for a night to remember.

Once we were inside the tent, Scott and I talked for a few minutes excitedly about our plans for tomorrow. It was a nice change from the listening to Mary and Sean's boring conversation outside. Scott had always been fun to talk too because of the close proximities of our ages. We shared several of the same interests until I reached my early teen years. After a few minutes I realized that I was getting a little cold in the absence of the fire, but I thought my sleeping bag would compensate that fact. Again I thanked Scott for allowing me to borrow his sweatshirt and mittens. He replied that I was welcome and he was glad they were going to good use. Then , I asked Scott "Do you think it would be okay for me to wear your sweatshirt to bed?" He nodded and affirmed my request verbally "Sure Jen, its' all right with me I wasn't planning to use them anyway." Then he asked another question that I wasn't expecting but I should have foreseen.

Scott asked me casually, "Hey Jennifer, do you want to sleep tied up tonight?" I pondered my response for a moment. I had been tied up during the night before (see the first section) and Scott always made sure I was comfortable. "I don't care" I responded. "as long as my hands are in front" I added. I had spent one night with my hands behind me when I was seven, and I knew from that experience that hand behind the back would be uncomfortable for sleeping after about an hour. Scott nodded accepting my condition, and we set about trying to find something to tie me up with. We soon realized that we were short on supplies. The rope and handcuffs that Scott had secretly packed were in his other bag in the camper. All we had in the tent was Scott's clothing bag and the small bag that contained my swimsuit and beach equipment for tomorrow. Still, this didn't even seem to phase Scott. I had to admit my brother was both resourceful and inventive at such a young age. 

Scott stare at the oversized sweatshirt I was wearing and an idea of how he could secure me entered his head. "I have an idea" he said with a little smirk on his face. He told me to sit down and turn around. I complied with his request, leaning forward on my mitten hand for support. I asked Scott what he was going to tie me up with and he replied that he was going to use the sweatshirt I was wearing. I stared at him curiously and he replied to just watch. He came around my left side and took hold of my left arm at the wrist. Next, he pulled the cuff of the sweatshirt sleeve down past my mitten hand and lifted my arm off of the ground. Then he proceeded to bend my arm at the elbow and he drew my left forearm through the single two-sided pocket on the front of the sweatshirt. He pulled my arm all the way through, so that my hand came out the right side of the pocket. He told me to leave my arm where it was and proceeded to repeat the process with my right arm. This left my forearms crossed over each other in the large pocket located over my tummy. I told him I could pull my arms out of this easily, but he told me that he wasn't quite finished yet. 

Scott the walk around and seated himself squarely behind me. The Scott grabbed the sweatshirt's loose cuffs and pulled them so that the sleeves tightened up. They stretched tight leaving about a foot and a couple of inches of sleeve past my mitten fingertips. He finished by bringing the ends of the sleeves together and knotting them securely behind my back. Between this and the pocket, it kept my forearms folded tightly together across the front of my tummy. I strained against it a little to test the security of the tie and it held very tightly. It surprised me that he had been able to come up with this idea, but it prevented me from moving my arms at all. I like being secured this way, because it would keep me warm and comfortable for the night while preventing movement. I told Scott that it was a neat idea, but that I could probably slip out of it if I wanted to. However, Scott had other ideas and wanted to ensure I couldn't escape. 

Scott went over to the bag that contained my swimming gear and removed something from it. Scott came back over to where I was sitting with my arms bound like a straight jacket in the sweatshirt. He was holding my life jacket that he had take out of my swimming bag. I had taken swimming lessons for the first time when earlier during the summer. I was ok at it, but I still preferred to have either a life jacket or water wing when I was out over my head. Also, my parents always made me where one when I was on a boat. It was a yellow vest that had blue straps on it and a collar to support the head with a grab loop behind it. The life jacket a kid’s model that had two holes for the arms with the bottoms closed under them. It had four straps that buckled in front and a strap that buckled low between the legs to keep it from coming over my head in the water. It was usually a snug fit, but I like it because it was secure and made me feel safe because I wasn't all that good of a swimmer yet.

Scott took the life jacket and placed it around me. My arms were inside of the jacket because they were tied up in the sweatshirt. Then, he proceeded to tighten each of the four front straps securing the jacket to my body. He then released one of the straps and tightened it as much as he could and rebuckled it securely. He repeated this process with all of the other three straps. Then he tightened the crotch strap up as well and fastened it between my legs. The tightly strapped life jacket restricted my arms even more by securing them to my sides in the sweatshirt. I struggled up and down against the sweatshirt and the life jacket, but try as I might I couldn't get my arms out of the sleeves. The life jacket pinned my arms tightly against my sides and tightened the shoulders down, so that I couldn't wriggle any slack against my predicament. The crotch strap kept the jacket low and snug on my body and kept me from pulling it over my head. Overall, I wasn't going anywhere. 

I tested the strength of my new confinement, but I already knew that I wasn't getting out of this without help from Scott. I pulled my arms away from each other, but the tight life jacket removed any slack I had to work with and rendered me helpless. Still, it felt neat to struggle, this was the first time that I had been tied up without any rope or handcuffs and I was enjoying it. I laid down on my back and rolled around against the tight straps. They offered no weakness or slack to my weak squirming. I laid there and tried for about five minutes, but I knew I couldn't get out. Finally, I sat up and looked over at Scott. He had been observing my vain attempts to escape this situation. He was smiling at watching his handy work in action.

"So Jen, what do you think? " he asked. "Well brother, I don't think I am going to be able to get out of this." I replied as I shot him a shy smile. "You really like being tied up like this don't you sis." I blushed and continued smirking back at my brother. "Well are you ready for bed yet?" Scott asked as he yawned tired from the day's long activities. I nodded, "I guess so, but don't you think you should do my legs too?" Scott took my cue and began looking through his bag for something to restrain my feet with. I always preferred to have my feet tied if my hands were. It just seemed to be more natural and besides, it made it a lot harder to escape from a situation if you cannot walk or use your legs. 

Scott found what he was looking for and removed a pair of pajama pants from his clothing bag. Mary always packed pajamas for both of us, but unlike me, Scott didn't like to wear his to bed when we went camping. Scott instructed me to put my feet together and I complied with the simple request. Scott wrapped the legs from his pajama pants around my ankles several times and cinched it off in the middle. Then he knotted it in back to prevent me from fighting with the knot, not that I could with my hands in mittens pinned tightly under the life jacket. It was a trick that he had learned from Sean the hard way. I tested the new restraint, and it held quite snuggly against my struggles. I tried the whole situation and attempted to free myself. 

Scott gave me a few minutes to struggle and enjoy my predicament. The pajama pants weren't as tight and didn't dig in as much as rope would. Still, they were secure and after a few minutes of struggling, my pajama feet were going to be spending the night tied together. "All right, Jennifer, its time for bed" Scott added mimicking Mary's best parenting voice. "I think this will teach you to go to bed on time" he teased with a smile. Scott slid me into my sleeping bag and zipped it all the way up to my chin. Well, he said, "I will see you in the morning, sweet dreams." With that, he placed my pillow under my head and fluffed it up, so I would be comfortable. Finally, Scott pulled the string on the hood snug, so the hood would keep me warm for the night and tied it in a secure bow under my chin. Then, Scott climbed into his own sleeping bag and turned off the flashlight we had been seeing by. He fell asleep in a few minutes. I was on my own because Scott was a deep sleeper. I could have run a train through next to him, and he wouldn't wake up until he wanted too.

I laid back and tried to fall asleep, it always took me a little while when I was tied up for the night. Even with my hands in front of me, I was still a little uncomfortable. When I used my handcuffs, at least I could change the position of my arms if they got uncomfortable. This time, the life jacket kept my arms pinned folded across my tummy. It was about that time that I realized that I still had my sandals fastened over my pajama feet. I had forgotten to ask Scott to take them off. "Oh well", I thought to my self as I shifted trying to find a more comfortable position. There were times, during the winter where I would often wear a set of normal pajamas over top of one of my blanket sleepers when it was very cold. Sometimes I wear a pair of slippers over pajama feet or even add a pair of mittens. So, this really wasn't that big of a deal. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep quietly. 

When I woke up the next morning, the temperature had risen from the night before and it had gotten pretty muggy out. Needless to say, I was pretty warm all tied up in my sleeping bag. I was wearing a footed sleeper and I was wrapped in a summer sleeping bag. My sandals drew my pj feet tight; combined with the Scott's pajama pants tied around my ankles, my feet were getting pretty steamy. My hands wrapped in mittens and the sweatshirt were in a similar predicament. Luckily, Scott was already awake and I asked him to help me out of my sleeping bag. He unzipped my sleeping bag and scooted me out of it. Next, he untied my feet and removed the life jacket, much to my relief. I was already starting to cool down as he removed the knot from the sweatshirt sleeves and helped me unfold my arms. I took off the sweatshirt and mittens and allowed my hands to vent. "Thanks, I was really getting hot in there" I offered. Scott smiled and asked me if I had enjoyed my night. I replied that I had and that we would have to try that again sometime when it was cooler out.

A few minutes later, Mary came out to check on us and told us that breakfast would be ready soon. She looked at me and told me that she thought it was a little warm for footed pajamas this morning and that I should shower and change. I went to the camper and took a short shower why Mary fixed breakfast. After I finished, I changed into a pair of cotton shorts and a T-shirt for the day. I added my hair ribbons and sandals to complete the outfit. Then, I went to the table to have breakfast with Mary and the others. 

I guess I will conclude this part of the story here for now. I will begin typing the next part of it when I get a chance. Hopefully it won't take as long. As always comments are appreciated. I had a few more tie up experiences during the trip. I will continue to share them if you are interested.

I know that it has been a little while since my last story. I have been busy putting the third and fourth parts of it together. I just posted part 3 and I am still working on typing out part 4. However, it takes a while when I need type out 5 or 6 pages and proof read all of them. I type my stories out ahead of time and copy them into the browser. This way I can read over them looking for mistakes and rund spell check. I am about half way through part 4 and I hope to post it in the next week or so. I hope you all enjoy the thrid enstallment. Thanks for all the comments I will have part 4 coming Soon.

Also, I have noticed that the first part of my story got overwritten by all the posts. Some of my later stories make reference to the first ones, does anybody know if they are completely deleted, or are they just archived on a server somewhere until canuck puts them in the archive? If the later is the case, should I repost the first part of my story not? I just wanted to ask everyone

Also, I have noticed that the first part of my story got
overwritten by all the posts. Some of my later stories make
reference to the first ones, does anybody know if they are
completely deleted, or are they just archived on a server
somewhere until canuck puts them in the archive? If the later is the case, should I repost the first part of my story not?

I save the stories every few days, I'll put the first parts of your stories in the archives over the next couple of days. No need to repost them.

Thanks for posting!

I <3 Cartel

Definitely looking forward to your next story!

The absolute worst thing you can say in this situation is that he made a mistake.

Can't we all agree that we don't want to see John hurt??

Is there actually anyone here that would want to see that??

All of this is out of concern for him, and his father,

to say nothing is to an indication to John that he may as well go on with this,

he shouldn't.

Yes, men can feel temptation too,

and it's helpful when that's kept in check.

Yea, it'd be better that John do this sort of thing with someone his age...

How someone becomes sexual is not nearly as important as who they become sexual with.

Why is it when you do a search on myspace for your E-Mail address, it comes up as 30 years old living in CA? Rather than 15 in Jersey?

Just wondering!

I was 13-14 at the time, going through my 9th year at school, it was during the half-term holiday after easter that I was out with a friend of mine in some woodland next to my home, bored out of our minds. I won't reveal his real name, we'll say his name is Sean. Now at the time I had no idea Sean was gay but it turned out that he was, but that doesn't have much to do with my story so we'll leave it at that. I had never been tied up before though it was something that had interested me a little, seeing tv shows like the power rangers, where the good guys sometimes found themselves tied up and I would think to myself, 'wow I wish that was me'.
So Sean and I were in this woodland next to my home, it has like a small forest next to a hill, which hardly ever has people roaming around in it because some of it is quite dense and overgrown, but sometimes you get the odd few kids in there, like this particular day. We were both dressed in t-shirts, jeans and trainers. We both had backpacks with us as we'd been into town on the morning.
We had been climbing trees and larking around but soon got bored and it was only early afternoon. We soon got onto the conversation of tie-ups.
"Have you ever been tied up before?" he asked out of the blue. At the time I was a little surprised at the random question. "Um no, I haven't. Why?"
"Just wondering. I have though and I think its cool."
Instinctively I started to have an inkling of where this was headed and decided to test my theory.
"I guess I wouldn't mind trying it though." Then I grinned at him and said "I won't bother asking you though, I'd only escape straight away from your weak knots."
Sean stiffened at the challenge and looked at me determinedly "So you let me tie you up huh?"
"Yeah I guess" I replied. I'd started to get a little excited now but didn't want to show it. I wanted to tease him into doing it properly and not just some half-hearted attempt that I would actually be able to escape from.
"Ok I'll bet you that you can't untie yourself if I tie you up. If you can escape then I'll let you tie me up."
That sounded good to me! "and if I can't get free?"
Smiling wickedly, Sean said "if you can't get free then I'll go home to get a camera, come back and take pictures of you, and you'll be left for about 45 minutes alone, struggling in the meantime." In a way that also appealed to me but I was leary about being left alone and tied up, even if it was for less than an hour. However, I decided that I want to do this so I said "you're on Sean. And when I escape prepare to be tied up yourself."
"I don't think so mate" he shot back. It was only then that I noticed a lack of stuff to tie me up with. "Um, Sean, how exactly are you going to tie me up?"
Sean then reached into his backpack and pulled out some lengths of rope and a roll of ducttape, still grinning. I'd be damned if he hadn't been planning it! "Will this do?" he asked sarcasticly. I shook my head at him in consternation and said "ok, this is your show, how do you want to do it?" I stood with my hands crossed in front of me. 
"No Chris, not like that" he moaned. Having my hands tied in front of me would be too easy, but then again I don't think I really expected him to do it like that anyway. He pushed me against a slim tree and pulled my arms behind me and around the tree. "We'll be doing this my way mate" he said as he began tying my hands behind the tree. He had my hands in an x and was tying a knot one way, then wrapped the rope around some more before tying another knot, then began tying the rope around vertically before cinching it off, tying the rope off out of reach of my fingers. I tested my bonds and found to my surprise that it was really tight, I couldn't budge my wrists.
"Don't start struggling yet Chris, I haven't finished" he said. 
"I'm not," I lied, "just get on with it, it'll be your turn in a minute." Sean paused to glare at me before crouching down to tie my feet, then my legs around the knees. Then he tied my legs to the tree.
Then to finish me off he took another length of rope and started tying it around my body, tying me to the tree. It went around my chest and my waist and again it was really tight. I knew I wouldn't get out of this, which started to turn me on, not Sean himself but the fact that I was tied up tightly. I hoped he wasn't looking down.
"There, now just one more thing." he declared. I didn't get it, there wasn't much more he could do to tie me, I was pretty much secured and going nowhere. Then he reached into his backpack again and took out a sock. Then it dawned on me...
"No chance are you gagging me," I nearly shouted, "especially with one of your cheesey socks!"
Sean cocked his head in amusement and picked up the ducttape, then rolled up the sock. 
"Can't have you calling for help now can I?" he drawled. He held up the sock to my mouth and reluctantly I let him stuff it in, then he wrapped several lengths of tape around my head, keeping it in. I tried in vain to dislodge it but it was stuck fast. It was far more effective than I'd have thought, I could barely make any kind of coherent sound.
Sean stepped back to admire his work. I started struggling frantically but had no luck. It felt great being tied up, I was loving it but I didn't want him getting the best of me. 
"Come on then, untie yourself from my weak knots" he teased.
"Mmmmpphhhh!" "Mmmphh mmmpphhh!" Thats all I could get out, and even that was quite muffled. The ropes were really tight and I was getting nowhere. Eventually Sean shrugged and said "well I guess you lose the bet, so I'm off home to get my camera. This will make some cool pictures to pass around at school." 
My eyes bulged at this, I didn't consider that he'd show any potential pictures and wasn't eager for him to do so. 
"See you in a bit mate!" he called as he walked away. As much as I was enjoying being tied up, I wasn't going to let Sean embarrass me in front of everyone at school. I began struggling furiously.....

Hope you guys like my story, theres a second part to it that I'll finish at some point later, I'd like your feedback though. 

And no, telling them that they made a mistake is not the worst thing I could say. It's probably the best thing I could say, so they don't make that mistake in the future.

Sorry I took so long, but late is better than never, isn't it? 

Now, can we please move on to other things? Good stories have been posted recently, let's continue the trend.

Thanks everyone.

Now [b]THAT'S[/b] what I call a tie up story!

Great stuff Chris, make sure you post the rest 'cos we all wanna know what happens next!

This figure was wearing a dark blue "hoodie" or hooded sweatshirt, with red basketball shorts and a pair of white athletic socks worn cuffed around the legs, which he was wearing without shoes. I was, of course, terrified as the assailant grabbed my arm and dashed off into the woods with me toward a house. After we ran a few yards, he quickly clamped one hand over my mouth and another over my eyes as he led me some place I, of course, didn't know.

After a moment of terror as I was being half-carried half-dragged to God only knows where, I felt the rush of warm air one usually feels when going into a house. It was then I was pushed on the ground and the kidnapper took his hood off.

It turns out, my captor was Matt, the younger brother of Hayes who was only younger than s by abot one year, and I had been taken to his bedroom which was in the finished basement. Matt practically worshipped his brother and would often do about anything to please him. Like Hayes, Matt was taller and stronger than I.

"I scared the shit outta you, man." He said through bursts of total laughter.

"Yeah, you did. What the hell Matt, you little psycho?" I exclaimed angrily. Matt often did stpid things on the spur of the moment, because of which I wasn't his best friend.

"Well, it's like this. Our parents are out, and Hayes and Marcus (one of his other friends) are upstairs drinking and playing cards. I wanted to hang out with them but they wouldn't let me. So, then I got to thinking, how could I get them to let me play, and I remebered the story he told 'bout me last weekend. Then, I saw you coming down the steet so I figured if I kidnaped you and brought you to him as a prize, he might let me play."

I flushed slightly. I had hoped Hayes wouldn't tell anyone about that story, let alone is practically sociopathic brother.

"So, now I'm gonna tie you up and bring you to Hayes." He finished.

I had really no choice but to let him do it. The boy had at least 20 lbs. one me, and he would have done it anyway. Not to mention the fact that I kind of liked being tied up after my first experience.

After he removed my jacket, he tied my hands tightly behind my back with a bit of white cotton rope. He then took his sock off and held it up to my face.

"Please, Matt! I'm cooperating, must I be gagged?" I asked.
"Yeah, it'll look more like I kidnapped you." He replied.
"Then can you at least use a fresh sock?"
"Oh, yeah. Why not."

He put his sock back on and rolled it down again before going over to his top drawer and rummaged around until he pulled a pair out. They seemed a thicker pair of socks and were red instead of white.

"Open up!" He said with a smirk as he shoved the thick bulge in my mouth and then grabbed a black football sock and tied it around my mouth so as to secure the gag. I probabally could have spit it out had I wanted, but I kind of liked it and knew he would make it tighter and more to his liking has I showed one iota of uncooperative behavior.

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When he was done, he grabbed my tied wrists and led me up the stairs and into the dining room. Sure enough, Hayes and Marcus were up there, quite a few empty bottles of beer between them. The both of them cracked up lughing as they saw Hayes's little brother leading me into the dining room.

"Man, Matt! I can't believe you did this! That hillarious dude!" Hayes said after laughing.
"Yeah, Bro! You outdid yourself." Marcus then added.
"Ha! It was noting from this weakling!" Matt said as he showed off his trophy.

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This continued for a few more minuets before the both of us were invited to play a few hands of poker and Matt untied me whispering in my ear, "Thanks man! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

A tight smile crossed my lips as I thought, "At least as much as you did."

The End.

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Feedback is appreciated, both posative and negative.

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Ok to recap, my friend Sean had bet that he could tie me up so that I couldn't escape; if he won the bet he would leave me while he went home to get his camera to take embarrassing pictures of me all trussed up. If I escaped then I got to tie him up. 
Well it seemed I had lost the bet. He had me completely bound to a tree in some secluded woodland next to my home. After he went I began struggling furiously to get out. It was difficult going, my wristd were rubbed raw and it took me almost 30 mins (but seemed like hours) but I managed to free my hands. 'Great!' I thought, if I were untied when Sean got back I'd be able to tie him up. 
Struggling out of the ropes tying my body to the tree had been a bit of a problem as well and I ended up tearing a bit of my t-shirt, which my mother went ballistic about afterwards because it was brand new. Eventually though, I got free. It had been a great experience and I really wished I could have seen myself bound and gagged like that, struggling and mmmppphhing!
Not long later Sean eventually returned with his camera. His face fell when he saw me free, leaning against the tree that I had been tied to.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, "how did you get out of that?" He dropped his backpack and strode over to me. "That was my best tie, you shouldn't have escaped."
I winked at him and said "I told you I'd get out of your weak knots." Seeing him about to bite back I said quickly "now that I got out its your turn."
Sean pondered that for a second then smiled slightly. 
"I guess that was the agreement. Have no choice I suppose..." A lie of course, he was loving the idea. He probably would have asked me anyway had I escaped or not. Plus having enjoyed my bondage experience so much I was quite excited and was relishing the prospect of tying him up.
"So how do you want to tie me?" he asked. I'd never tied up anyone before and wasn't sure what to do at first, so I decided I'd just make it up as I went along. 
"First of all I want you to lie on the grass," I said, pointing down. I looked around for all the rope that he used to tie me up, straightened them out and loosened some of the knots still in them.
Sean got down and lay on his front. "This is pointless," he sighed as I pulled his hands behind him, "I almost always get free when I get tied up." 
I started tying his hands up, tying a knot afer every couple of wraps around his wrists. Then I tied his ankles together. Then I began to think what to do next. 
"Is that it?" Sean asked. 
I picked up the roll of ducttape and the sock he had stuffed in my mouth. "You know what Sean, you talk too much. You need to shut up." 
I sat on his back and put the sock in his mouth. Sean bucked in protest an tried to shake me off but I was too quick and started wrapping tape around his mouth. Just as effectively silenced as I was, I decided I would hogtie Sean I'd seen it on tv once but had never thought to try it-now was my chance. I passed some rope through Seans legs and pulled, bringing his feet up to his ass, then tied it to his hands, finishing the knot away from his hands. Inspiration struck, I then started to tape his fingers together. Sean howled behind his gag as now he wouldn't be able to grip the ropes anyway.
I'd been pretty silent whilst tying Sean, but after standing back to admire my work I said "Ok Sean, get out of that."
Seans huffed behind his gag and started to struggle. He really went at it, strained for all his worth and rolled around the grass. After about ten minutes he hadn't made any headway and seemingly gave up, lying on his side. I was strangely turned on watching him. I'd never thought of myself as gay, never looked at another guy in that way but at that moment I thought he loked so hot all bound and gagged. He looked rather forlorn as well, having not been able to escape his bonds. His overconfidence had been his downfall.
"Ok mate," I said, "I'll untie you in a minute. First though, theres somethng I need to do. It was actually your idea." I walked over to his backpack and picked out his camera. His eyes nearly popped out and he began struggling again. Grinning like a kid in a candy shop, I started snapping him while he struggled. He wasn't impressed and had he not been gagged, I'm sure the language that was being mmmppphhed at me would have turned the air blue. 
After taking about 7-8 pictures, I put down the camera and took off his gag and began untying him. 
"Thanks mate" I said quietly. "For what?" he asked.
"For doing this with me. It was fantastic." I meant it too. We did it a lot more often, and with other guys too. And you know what?
I kept the pictures. 

I have other stories to post another time. I'd love some feedback guys. Thanks.

Bound to be tied too. 

thanks!

Plus the camera battery seemed to die very conveniently just before he could take a decent picture.

The boy claims he cannot get a hold of rope, but travels the world with a laptop..

Stop believing this guy please.

And I am sure many can come up with more examples...

As for the guys defending him: They are playing his game with him...

And his forum is full of semi clothed bound kids pics.

Nuff said?

This one is a bit longer.

Several weeks had passed since Matt had kidnapped me for his brother's amusement, and the incidents were forgotten in the minds of most.
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Since I had met him, Hayes had really been into Paintball, and after that weekend in which he tied me up for the first time, he was eager to implement it in his paintball games. In no time, he convinced the other teams to use bondage to make the game a bit easier. 

The game they played the most was capture the flag, in which each team would have a designated "flag" which was a person who would be captured by the other team during the game and brought to the team base where he had to be held for 20 minuets. In order to capture the flag, one would have to phsically take the flag to their base instead of the old method of shooting him. The flag was armed like any other player in order to better defend himself, although they are usually the worst player on the team.

The game would run like most capture the flag games. When a player was shot he went to the jailbox (with the exception of the flag). Every 8 minuets the jailbox would empty out at the referee's whistle. At this time, everyone in the jailbox was free to go. Every time a person was sent to the jailbox, the opposing team would gain a point. 

Capturing the flag would end the game and give the team who did the deed 30 bonus points. Whoever had the highest score at the end won. Referees were needed to keep track of the points, and these scoresheets were kept secret until the game was over. Referees were usually members of the other teams "scouting out" the other matches. It was quite an intricate system...

Before Hayes introduced the aspect of bondage, the flags would be captured by being shot which made for a confusing game and a lot of cheating, often these games would have a bit of money attatched to them and cheating is common when dealing with money...

For years, Hayes's designated flag was Matt, his younger brother, but that ended soon after bondage was introduced because Matt didn't like to be tied. This sparked an argument between he and his brother and Matt eventually left to join some other team in the unofficial community league.

Sorry for all of the background infromation, now on to the story. :)
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"Dude, I know you'd be good at it." Hayes said over the phone, "Please? Theres a match tomorrow."
"Alright, fine!" I said. Hayes had been trying to convince me to be his new flag for nearly 20 minuets. "But I need to borrow one of your rifles."
"Thanks man, I really owe you one! Just remember, being the flag is an honor."
"Yeah, yeah." I said hanging up the phone.
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Mist hung thick in the air on the chill November night. I walked to the woods in which they played these games and got to the "Meeting Tree," a huge pine tree roughly in the center of the playing field. I was wearing a pair of tight old jeans, a white t-shirt under a sweater and a jacket, with a pair of beaten old tennis shoes.

I was the last to arrive, so the teams bid each other good luck and the referee blew his whistle to signify that the 10 minuet preperation time was beginning.

Hayes's team color was bright red, so all of the members wore a bright red bandana somewhere on their bodies with the exception of me who had to wear a sky blue one to signify that I was the flag. In order to avoid confusion on misty nights like these friendly fire was ignored. Most of the red team were friends of Hayes and classmates.

The team we would be facing in tonights match was the White team. The White team was a team of mostly Hispanics in the community. They were led by 19 year old Alejandro Sanchez and their flag was 14 year old Oscar Soto, a pudgy freshman that went to my school.

"Kael, get over here." Hayes beckoned to me. "You've got to stay hidden. The Hispanic team is really good at keeping the flag once they have him. Even if you are good at escape, lets keep caution this time."
"Of course." I said.
"Here, I'm gonna boost you into this tree, its better to keep your path open and up top, just in case you need to run."
"Right." I said, finding a comfortable place to perch.

The Whistle Blew.

"Good Luck!" I said to the team as they took their places in the battle at hand. I cheked my watch. 7:30 pm. Just as planned.

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As is standard in a paintball match, I heard a lot of popping and shouting, and the continuous whistle for the jilbreak. Luckily, most of the combat was happening quite a ways away from me, so I didn't have to worry too much. After about a half an hour into the game, Hayes came to check on me.

"You alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied. "No close calls yet."
"It looks like they're trying to rack up the killpoints. We've already sighted their flag. He's gotten away twice but it won't be long. You need water or anything?"
"Nah, I'm good right now. Don't worry about me. Go one out there and win that money."
Hayes nodded and dashed off.

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Another twenty minuets passed before I heard someone speaking Spanish. I froze up as adrennalin was pumped through my heart and then to the rest of my body... the voices were getting closer... A few seconds later I saw them, three of them. Each of them bigger than me. I licked my dry lips and watched doing my best to conceal myself.

They got to the middle of our camp and started looking around. After a few painstaking moments one of them caught sight of me and informed his friends in fast Spanish.

They smiled at each other before one of them said, "I'll go up there and get him." in accented English.

My throat felt like it was filling up and I couldn't swallow. I jumped down out of my hiding place and was about to tear off when I felt one of their strong arms grab my wrist and pull me to his body.

"Help! Hayes! He!!!" Was all I got out before he held his hand over my mouth, a thick white cloth between. He then grabbed my wrists with his other hand and led me away from the red camp and into uncharted territory.

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A few minuets later I was taken to where the white team kept camp. I was released and pushed gently to the ground while my wrists were being bound and I was sat down next to a tree. The thich white cloth was then shoved into my mouth and a white bandana was used to secure the gag. 

I looked around and noticed my surroundings at the Hispanic camp, the first thing I saw were my captors in full.

One of them, the one who climbed the tree, was quite skinny and seemed to be about my age. He was wearing a pair of old jeans and a gray hooded sweatshirt and work boots. He wore his bandana as I had it, tied around the top of the head.

Another, the biggest one who carried me over here, was a powerfully built man wearing jean shorts, a black hooded sweatshirt, work boots and thick thermal socks pushed down. He seemed to be in his early twenties.

The third one was a bit on the pudgy side wearing black pants and a black jacket with tennis shoes. He seemed to be in his mid twenties.

My captors offered me a sip of water before celebrating their great accomplishment.

I have to get out of here, I thought to myself as I toyed with my coarse rope bindings.

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Do I escape? Does the white team win?

You'll have to find out in the next installment of Capture the Flag-The White Team.

Feedback is much appreciated. ;)

I´m Voulenteer Firefighter and have a Advanced medical training course for Firefighters.(That a bit more than normal First Aid.

What you wrote about the Air is Dangerous WRONG !

In the Air is:

78% Nitrogen
21% Oxygen
1% other gases

A Human need 17% Oxygen minimum for breath.Under this you can get very fast Pass out.Special an not trained Person.Because this we can only enter an room when we are sure that the oxygen is over 17%,then we can wear Gasmaks with filter.when we are not sure we need independent respiratory protection. 

If you make revival on a person and giving the Person your Breath,you beath out 17% Oxygen ,that the other takes.That´s enough to let a PERSON stay alive,but 8% is deathly ! 

Only a very very few Persons can stay alive with low air.(Extrem hill Climbers in mountens up the the Mt.Everest.).But if you get set out the fast you don´t live long there.The Hillclimbers there must also Acclimate on this highs.

So never under 17% AIR !

Greez Musstika

And for those who haven't, don't hesitate to drop a comment. Whether it be posative or negative.

There is not much left to this story, so I plan on beginning my next one right after it while I have time.

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Both teams, as well as the referee, have to be made aware when a flag has been sucessfully captured and taken to the enemy base, and this was done by using one of those obnoxious horns people use during a sporting event. Each team had one that they kept at their holding area, and when they felt that they had a secure grip on the other team's flag safely in their base, they would blow it and the referee would start his stopwatch.

If a team managed to reclaim their flag and get him safely back to their own holdings, they would, in turn blow their blowhorn and the stopwatch would be reset.

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After my captors finished tying me up, they blew their horn and waited for their team to come and help them defend the base.

They began to worry when no one came to the base after the horn was blown. It could really only mean one thing. The red team was so far ahead, the 30 bonus points didn't even up the score. 

My three captors spoke to each other in animated Spanish (most likely arguing as wether to let me go and buy them more time or keep me for the bonus points) before tying me tightly to a chair, and gagging me with a thicker darker cloth which I was sure was one of their socks...

They then dashed off to get themselves more points sheerly by shooting members of the Red Team.

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I did my best to escape my bonds but it was impossible... I simply had to wait out the 20 minuet jail time before the game was over.

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After what seemed an eternity, I heard laughter and animated discussion coming toward the White Team's holdings. They had apparently gained enough kill points in that 20 minuets to win the match when added together with the bonus points awarded for capturing me.

The game had been over for over 10 minuets before Hayes finally came to liberate me, although the white team didn't mind me being their, they apparently liked the thought of a living trophy.

"I ought to let them keep you." Hayes said angrily as he untied my hands and ripped the gag out of my mouth. He then offered the winning team a cold congratulations and gave Alejandro Sanchez an envelope with the prize money ($200, $10 from each member of the red team) before stalking toward the red team's holdings.

As we walked back to get our things Hayes said, "You know that was the first time we ever lost to them? And we only lost by two! We would have won if you'd been more careful."

"Look, Hayes. It was my first time. Next time it won't be so easy for them. Only through experience can one become better." I replied.

"Yeah, whatever. I hope you do better next time or I'll sell your ass to some other team."

We walked to his truck in silence and I checked the clock. We had played for nearly 3 hours.

Although, I thought, I do suppose it was fun.

The game I am about to describe was another very close one against Matt's new team, the Green Team, and all I knew about them was that they were the youngest team, led by a 16 year old and full of Freshman and Sophmores from my school, Randy Carmichael and that their flag was a skinny freshman named Alex.

This match was in the dead of January, and there was light snow on the battle ground that night. Again, the game began at 7:30, and them team took their places.

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Hayes let me pick my own hiding place this time and assigned a couple of guards having known how aggressive the Green Team is. My bodyguard were to be Steven Kane and Marcus from one of my previous stories.

I chose to hide in a sort of hollow in the ground right next to an uprooted tree, knowing that it would be uninhabited by bugs in this cold winter weather.

The match began, and we waited with only light conversation for news from Hayes.

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After about a half hour of waiting, Brad Vettor a member of our team ran to our holding.

"Matt's discovered where Kael is hiding. Hayes wants me to move him discreetly to another good hiding place we found, but he wants you two to stay here to confuse the other team."
"No, Hayes specifically told us to watch him, and until I hear from him otherwise I'll watch the flag. You do know the bets double tonight don't you?" Marcus asked.
"Fine, Marcus you can come, but only you. If we have two guys standing somewhere else it'll be obvious."
Marcus looked at Steven. "He's right. You'd better stay here and make it look like he hasn't moved. Alright, lets go."

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Brad led me to a new clearing I hadn't seen before. "This is it." He said. Although I didn't realize it at the time, it did seem a bit louder and more forced than usual.

All of a sudden, 5 men stood up, each wearing a green bandana and quickly shot at Marcus and Brad.

"Brad! What the hell?" Marcus said through his teeth as he walked toward the jail cell on the other end of the woods.
"I don't know! It was an ambush! They must have heard Hayes!" He said following him, although he turned his head around and gave a nod to the guys in green.

"That was too easy." A voice I recognized said. I turned around and found that the voice belonged to Matt, Hayes's younger brother who quit the team right when I joined on.

Not a second later I was grabbed and forced to my knees as my wrists were tied tightly with thick cord.

"You see, Kael. This match is more to me than the money. It's to prove to my brother that I am something better than just a stupid flag boy. Because of that, you're not going to our base quite yet, we want to rack up the kill points and make sure we beat Hayes by over thirty. You'll have to be staying here."

"But thats cheating!" I protested.

"It's not in the rules that I can't keep you away from my base. Brent, Wyatt, you make sure that our friend here behaves himself. The rest of you come with me."

And with that they were off.

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Brent tied me as tightly as he could with the cord that was left and forced what seemed to be a long, thick balled up sock inside a long sock through my teeth and tied it tightly around the back of my head. He then took a roll of duct tape, pulled a generous portion off and slapped it ontop of the cleave gag, I couldn't make a sound.

Wyatt simply sat there quietly, occasionally peering through the trees.

As I had the last time, I viewed my surroundings so as to find myself a somewhat unseen advantage.

The first of which was to examine my captors. Brent was wearing a snow hat thick gray hooded sweatshirt and dark shorts, even in this weather! He claimed he was never comfortable in long pants... he also wore a pair of black and pink Osiris and long white socks. Brent seemed to be the archetypal eager youngster with a short attention span.

Wyatt, on the other hand, was prepared for the weather. He wore a thick coat, water resistant snow pants, snow boots and gloves as well as a snow hat that seemed to dub as a ski mask at the whim of the wearer. He seemed frankly pissed that he had been given this task instead of a more offensive one.

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Do I find any lead to help me escape? Does Matt win this battle? And perhaps most important, what happens after the match?

That is all I currently have time for. I will post the rest in do time.

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do you not think that maybe it would be better to tell stories of self bondage then to feed us aload of bullshit.

And for the record on his forum its a little worrying to see SO many images of under aged boys and girls bound and gagged... Somthing i don't particully want to see... or get arrested for.

You can say its harmless all you want but look at it in the eyes of the law, alot of people who visit sites like this are over 30, alright i know there are alot of younger people who visit as well but when you get someone of that age with those sort of images on their hardrive, its not gonna go well in your favour considering the nature of the pictures and how you would view them.

Also i do question the logic of Buzz posting images of himself, becuase i'd lay money on it he has lied about his age and he doesnt look much older than 15, which in my country is under aged...

each to their own.

I'm gonna sound sexist, but to be honest, but that's a totally typical female reaction. You never see anyone coming in here gonig "Oh my god your mom tied you up?! You better get her to stop because she just wants to rape you!". But a father does it OMG HEZ A RAPIS1!!1.

Honestly, people - get over it. You're not going to get ANYWHERE in life if you're so distrusting. 

thanks.

Quite frankly, it's none of our business what these people claim, dictate, or demonstrate. It's not our business if someone's dad ties them up or not - it's strictly between the author of the story and their parent. Sure, some people such as Heather try to offer advice for the protection of others, but that should be done in a private email to the person, not on this board. I'm not taking sides here or anything, but leave these people alone. If you don't like their stories, then don't read them, especially when the title includes something like 'tied by my dad'. Give 'em a break, would ya?

And on the topic of BuzzBuzz, who cares if his stories are true or not? If you've been a long time reader of this board, or have read any of the archives, I'm sure that you could easily find a bunch of b.s. that's never happened before, yet it's been left uncommented - AS IT SHOULD BE. It's perfectly within the author's right to post their story, whether true or not, and to be left alone about it, especially in BuzzBuzz's case, when he isn't even posting most of his stories on this board, but on HIS OWN FORUM. And I'm pretty sure that we've established the fact that BuzzBuzz is 12 years old, unless I'm incorrect. In any event, take a look around the MSN groups that are out there. Many of the people in those pictures are mere children, most are visibly under the age of 13. Again, I'm not taking any sides here, but you really need to leave him alone about this. He's only trying to share.

Basically, everyone would be better off if they were to mind their own business, and leave their rude remarks and aggression at the door.

While they are not hard to find every independent professional non-feminist study into childhood abuse of ALL its various types clearly show are committed by women in similar numbers to that of men yet the general media refuses to report such findings.

Hence the 'double standards' & 'reverse discrimination' you so honestly pointed out. It's ok for Mom to tie-up the kids but not for Dad.

Simply put; for every rotten,good Dad, there is an equal rotten,good Mom out there.....but you would never know...

From what I've seen of Moderation here, comments are acceptable, bashing and that junk, is not.
 

for some reason i found it very arousing

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The End

We sat down to a large breakfast that Mary prepared while I was taking my shower. She made pancakes, eggs, and sausage. We also had orange juice and milk to drink. Food was always one of my favorite parts of camping. The conversation at the breakfast table darted from one subject to another including Sean's upcoming high school in the fall and Mary's return to college as well. Scott and my game from the night before never entered the discussion. We kept some of our tie up games a secret from the rest of the family, especially when we did several of them in such a short amount of time. I don't think Mary would approve of me spending so much of my vacation tied up. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I was going to have another time later that day. 

Finally, the focus of the conversation switched to our plans for the day. Mary wanted to take some time off just to relax and read a book she had brought from home. She didn't get much time to read for fun when she was in college. So, she focused her leisure reading during the summer and Christmas break. With her removed from our plans we discussed what Sean, Scott, and I wanted to do for the rest of the day. I suggested that we go skating around the park this mourning. Scott was also excited by the idea; we usually went skating when we came here at least once. Mary asked Sean if he would go with us and keep an eye on us so that we didn't get lost. Sean just shrugged his shoulders and went along with the idea. He was going through the teenage phase where he didn't care what he did as long as it was fun. Then, it was settled we decided we would go skating after breakfast for the better part of the morning. 

When breakfast was finished, we cleared our plates from the table and began to unpack our skating gear. "Make sure Scott wears his helmet" Mary reminded Sean as we were walking out the door. Scott gave here a deep and annoyed look as he stomped out the door of the camper into the waiting campsite. I was still at the age where I thought it was cool to wear skating pads if they matched my outfit. Scott on the other hand hated wearing any of the safety-oriented stuff when we went skating. He said that it made him look like a baby. Still, our parents always made us wear helmets when we skated, even at the local rink. I guess they were just concerned with our safety. We went outside of the camper where Sean was already unloading our stuff from the underneath luggage compartment. While, Sean was sorting out the pads and skates, Scott rummaged through his personal bag looking for something, which he pocketed upon finding it.

I ignored him as Sean came over with my skates and pads. I asked him to help me get ready because he did a better job that me of putting my pads on correctly. Plus, he usually did the straps tighter that I did and they would stay snug rather that fit loosely, which made them less comfortable for skating. Sean began with my kneepads. They were the types that had a mesh wrap that wrapped completely around the leg, so they had to be put on before the skates. They also had two Velcro straps that tightened them down even further. Sean slid them on over my legs and fastened them securely in place. He repeated this process with my elbow pads, which were similar to the kneepads, but only smaller. Next, he added the wrist guards, which wrapped tightly around the had and secured with three Velcro straps. Then, Sean added my skates. I still used plastic training skates, the adjustable kind that fastens with several straps over top of your shoes. They were roller blades, but they had an option where the back wheel would split in too to allow easier balance. I didn't use it any more, but my parents told me that I could get real roller blades when I outgrew these. Sean fastened them snugly over my sandals. 

I glanced over at Scott who already had his skates on and had his bike helmet on without the chinstrap fastened. He stood there impatiently waiting for Sean and me to get ready. Finally, Sean added my helmet to the outfit. Unlike the bike helmets Sean and Scott, I wore a full-face hard shell helmet that my mother had bought for me. It looked like on of those helmets that a race car driver would wear without the visor. It extended down from the top and covered both my ears. Also, the helmet came around in the front and completely covered my mouth all the way down to the chin. It was pink in color and had a blue stripe decaled on the side. When I had outgrown my last helmet at six, I saw it in the store and I asked my mom if I could get it because I liked the design on it. My parents, as I stated earlier were quite safety conscious and they also made me wear a mouth guard when I skated. I didn't care much for it because it made it difficult to talk especially around my friends. I would often take it out, so that I could speak clearly which my mother thought was a safety concern. I later learned that my mother bought it for me because I couldn't take the mouth guard out while it was fastened. I wasn't allowed to remove my helmet standing with skates on, so I would have to leave it in. So, both my parents and I liked the helmet.

I inserted the mouth guard and Sean pulled the helmet on over my head and face. I could feel the inside padding tightening around my head as Sean buckled the chinstrap neatly under my chin. Then he told me to wait while he got himself ready. Sean then proceeded to put on his own skates and pads. He was wearing kneepads, elbow pads, and wrist guards the same as I was. He also added a helmet and a mouth guard of his own. His was open faced unlike mine, but it still provided him with enough safety. Sean had always worn pads when he skated and never thought much of them. When he was 10, he had gone to just a helmet, but about a year ago he went back to wearing the full gear. When I asked him about it, he said that if he was going to look childish wearing a helmet he might as well wear the rest of the gear. Or, maybe he wanted to set a good example for the two of us. Either way, both Sean and I were all padded up for the day. 

We skated off together down the paved Blacktop Street that wound its way through the campground. It connected all of the campsites to all of the other places in the park, so we could pretty much go wherever we wanted to. We moved along the same path variable paces to one another. Scott and Sean were wearing real inline skates, which allowed them more speed than my toy one. Scott kept out in front testing both the limits of his speed and his older brother's patients. I complained that I wanted them to slow down because I couldn't keep up easily. "Sorry Jennifer, I can't hear you what do you want me to do? Scott replied. Scott's response was half the truth and half his teasing attitude towards me. It was tough to hear what I was saying at the distance that separated us and my mouth guard and helmet made it more difficult to understand what I was saying. "She says she wants us to slow down" Sean shouted as he reduced his pace to mach mine. 

While we skated together over the dust covered black top; Sean asked where we wanted to go skating for the morning. He explained that we could either just make laps around the campgrounds various avenues, or we could look for a place that had a large amount of open area. Scott said he was open to either suggestion as long as he could skate all morning. I asked Sean if we could find a more stationary area to skate, since I wouldn't have keep up if we stayed in once place. Sean nodded at my suggestion and said he knew a place that might work if nobody was using it. "Scott slow down and follow me" he instructed. Scott came to a stop and waited for the two of us to catch up. "I think there is a basket ball court on the other side of the park we could skate there if nobody is playing." Scott nodded his approval to the suggestion. We fell in line behind Sean who set a moderate pace that I could match comfortably as he led us across the campground. 

We skated to the other side of the park and found the court that Sean had mentioned deserted. It wasn't much of a surprise, it was in the middle of the week and most of the long-term campers were senior citizens up from warmer climates for the summer. Most of the kids only came camping on the weekends. I asked Scott what time it was and he checked his watch. "Around 8:30" He replied. We weren't do back until around 11:00 so we had plenty of time to skate around here. The area was deserted except for the three of us. The courts it self was full size with two hoops, one on each end. It allotted us plenty of room to circle and have a good time. We skated around for about half and hour or so and then we became bored with just circling the lot. Scott and Sean decided to try some simple tricks, like jumps, skating on one foot, skating backwards and a random assortment of other cheesy moves. Both of them were pretty good at them and I was starting to get jealous of their talents. I complimented them, but they ignored my I tried to mimic some of there moves, but I ended up falling on my butt more than succeeding. Still, with all the pads I had on I was safe from any real risk of injury.

After about half an hour of fooling around, we were still having a good time, but the level of excitement was beginning to deteriorate. I looked up at the clear blue sky. It was dotted irregularly with small white clouds amongst the bright sunshine. It was a perfect day to be outdoors having a good time with my brothers. Little did I know that our morning activities were going to take a strange turn. I shifted my gaze back to Scott who was opening the hip pouch he had worn for the trip this mourning. Its contents were different from the game boy or book I had expected him to read. Instead, he pulled out six small coils of cotton clothesline, three handkerchiefs and his set of handcuffs. Scott piled the rope and handkerchiefs off to one side neatly, and then he slipped the handcuffs over his wrist in front of him. "What do you think your doing?" Sean asked with a perplexed look on his face. "I am getting bored with just skating around, besides I wondered what it would be like trying to skate with handcuffs on." Scott replied, as he eased himself to his feet. 

Scott began his experiment with a few short strokes. At first, he had a difficult time keeping his balance with the handcuffs on, but after a few minutes, he got the hang of it and was skating around like it was no big deal. I watch my brother skate confidently around out of both boredom and curiosity. Scott became a little bolder and tried a simple hop that he landed well. Next, he even tried to skate backwards, which he could do rather easily. I was still skating around while he was trying this, but my attention was fixed on Scott rather than what I was doing. The more I watched him, the more that I wanted to try it myself. Still, I was a little scared at the idea of skating with my hands tied. I still had a little trouble with balance from time to time, and I didn't know if I would be okay at it. Yet the more I observed Scott, the more I wanted to try it. Finally, I worked up the nerve to ask Sean and Scott.

"Scott, could I give it a try" I asked sheepishly with a look of reluctance? Scott stopped skating and looked at me with perplexed by the request, but he knew that I looked up to him. He relied "sure if you really want to" with a quiet smile. I smiled back at him, not that he could see it with my helmet covering the lower part of my face. Scott went over to where he had piled the rope and picked up the hand cuff keys and let himself out. Then, he came over and handcuffed my wrists together in front of me. After I was secure, he nodded and told me to give it a try and I did, it was a little awkward at first, but I soon got the hang of it. I remembered that I could keep my balance by keeping my hands together pushing down in front of me from when I first learned to skate. It was kind of neat and a good way to spend some of the time before lunch. I was having fun when a slightly larger group of kids came over towards the court. There were 8 boys ranging from probably 11 to 15. They were dressed in shorts and t-shirts, and the oldest was carrying a basketball. 

The oldest boy introduced himself as Todd and gave us a warm smile. He said that he was surprised to see some other kids at the campground during the middle of the week. Sean explained that we were just here on vacation for the week, and that the three of us had just been out skating for the morning. The conversation continued and Todd told us that the eight of them lived here during the summer with either their parents or grandparents. They usually hung out together and were looking to play some basketball this morning. They asked us if they could use the court and even invited Sean and Scott to play. Sean replied, "Thanks for the invitation, but we really aren't dressed for a game of basketball, but you can have the court anyway." He said looking down at his skates. It was then that I realized that Sean and Scott didn't have Shoes on like I did. Todd nodded and thanked Sean for yielding the court. The he had an idea. 

"Hey how about you guys come back this after noon, and we could have a roller hockey game?" Todd offered. "It will be nice to have some new players." Sean nodded "Okay, I think we can manage that, but what about my sister Jennifer here?" They had almost forgotten about me, but in an instant all eyes shifted to me, ask Sean threw a glance my way. It was then that I realized that I was still handcuffed in front of me. My face lit up beat red with embarrassment, I was glad that my helmet helped to hide it. "She can play too if she wants to" Todd replied, "By the way, why is she handcuffed." Scott burst his way into the conversation and began to explain how we like to play games involving tying each other up from time to time. He also explained that I had wanted to see what it was like to attempt to skate with my hands cuffed together. Todd just showed me a strange shrug and told us to come back around 1:00 for the game. He also suggested that Scott add more skating pads for the game and that he would bring the sticks. 

Afterwards, we waved goodbye to our new friends and skated back to the campsite where Mary had lunch waiting for us. (Scott removed the handcuffs before we left and put them back in his pouch.) When we arrived, lunch was ready and we consumed it quickly because of the appetite we had worked up during the morning. Mary inquired about our plans for the afternoon, and Sean filled her in that we were going to play hockey at the basket ball court with Todd and his friends. She said it was okay as long as we were careful and that we were back in time for dinner. She told Sean to make sure that the others took it easy on me because of my young age. I told her that I would be careful and she finally gave her approval. After lunch, we went back outside leaving Mary to clean up the mess. She didn't mind, besides we were in a hurry to make it back in time for the game. Scott reluctantly added the rest of his skating pads, but only after Sean threatened to leave him behind if he didn't. With that, we skated off to the basket ball court to begin the game. 

It took us about 15 minutes of skating at a reasonable pace to reach the court. However, as we got closer to the court, I was beginning to have cold feet about playing a game of hockey with kids almost twice my own age. When we arrived, Todd and several of the other kids were already they’re waiting. They were all dressed in inline skates and had on helmets and pads. I looked down at the toy skates that I was wearing and finally decided that this was going to be too ruff of a game for me. I announced to Sean and Todd that I wanted to just watch the game rather than play in it. He told me to take a seat over on a bench by the side of the court and to just watch the game from there. I skated over to the bench and had a seat on it. Todd explained that it would be a few minutes before the others would arrive and that they should warm up before the game began. They skated around a little and each took a few practice shots at the two garbage cans that would serve as the goals in the game. 

I watched them for a while and took off my helmet because I was sitting. After a short while, I got bored with waiting for the game to start and I stood up and began skating a little ways down the sidewalk to pass the time while I waited for the others to arrive. When Sean saw what I was doing, he put his stick down and skated over to me. "Where are you going Jennifer, I thought you wanted to watch the game?" I replied that I did and I was just waiting for it to start. Then Scott came over to see what was going on. "You can skate around a little if you want to Jen, but I want you on the bench during the game so, I don't have to worry about you wandering off" Sean explained. "Also, you know the rules, you aren't allowed to skate without a helmet." I had completely forgotten that I had taken it off on the bench. "Yeah Jen" Scott chimed in teasingly "perhaps we should tie you up so that you cannot get up during the game." He said it jokingly as he patted the hip pack he had brought from earlier. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was just kidding, but then I thought to myself that it would give me something to do during the game. "Why don't you" I replied, "that way I would have to sit still and I could pay better attention to your playing."

Scott smiled; "you really like doing this don't you Jennifer?" I nodded and smiled back. "Right this way my fair lady" he said jokingly as he bowed pointing at the bench. I skated back over to the bench and sat down, Scott followed close behind me. Sean just shook his head and went over to see how Todd was coming on organizing the game. Todd told Sean that everyone other than Michael was here and that they were going to start picking teams soon. Sean explained that Scott would be right over and that he was just helping his sister get "situated" for the game. 

Meanwhile, over on the bench I had seated myself and Scott was unpacking the rope from his pack. He had six coils of white cotton clothesline each between 10 and 20 feet in length. He asked me how securely I wanted to be tied up. I replied that I didn't want to be able to move at all, in case the game got boring. Scott came around behind me holding a piece of cord about 12 feet in length and asked me to place my hands behind my back. He asked Sean if he would come over and help with my hands. I folded my hands behind me in an X pattern at the center of my lower back. Sean proceeded to do a double square-lashing tie of my hands with both horizontal and vertical wrappings around my crossed wrists. (He did it the same way he did in the second part of the story.) I loved it when he did my hands this way, because I never managed to escape from it and I couldn't bring my hands to the front. Next, Sean came around to the front of the bench; and much to my dismay, he removed my roller skates from my feet. "Sorry Jen, but I don't want you to fall if you try to stand up because you have wheels under your feet." He explained. He told Scott that he could take it from there.

I leaned forward on the bench and tested the security of the ropes. I loved the way this felt because I knew I couldn't escape, but I still like to put up a struggle. Scott told me he agreed with Sean about the skates, then he asked me whether or not I wanted my pads off too. I shook my head and explained that I thought they would make it harder to escape because they tightened up my joints. "Fine with me, it’s your afternoon" he said. He bent down and began tying my ankles together with another short piece of rope. He tied them together with several loops and cinched the tie off in the middle. I squealed a little as the ropes tightened and dug snuggly into my bare skin. Scott asked if the ropes were too tight, but I told him that they were just right. "Well, then Jennifer, now that you’re secure, do you also want to be gagged so that we don't have to listen too your complaints?" I replied that I did. 

Scott took one of the handkerchiefs that he had brought and wadded it up into a small ball. Then, he told me to open wide. I suddenly realized that my mouth guard was still in and that I couldn't remove it without the use of my hands. I was about to ask him to take it out when he cut me off by stuffing the rolled up handkerchief in my mouth. Then he proceeded to tie a knot in the center of a rolled up second one. He inserted the knotted part into my mouth and tied it off snuggly behind my head. This forced the balled up handkerchief to be pushed farther into my mouth. Then, Scott took his third handkerchief and tied it securely over top of the second one to secure it even tighter to my face. I tested the gag, but between the mouth guard and the three handkerchiefs, my ability to speak had been reduced to a muffled whisper of an uninterruptible grunt. Scott asked if I wanted any more ropes and I nodded. He proceeded to use the longest piece to tie my arms to my sides and another 10-ft piece to reinforce my legs at the knees. When Scott tied my knees, he always did it right over the kneecap and directly behind the joint. I was glad that my kneepads were on, because they prevented the rope from digging in behind my knees. 

About that time, another boy, maybe about 12 or 13 was coming over to the court caring a cardboard box with him. Sean looked at Todd with a blank expression. "Ski goggles" Todd explained, "We usually wear them when we play in case a puck comes aiming at the face. We have plenty, because Michael's father works at a plant that manufactures them and gets them for free. Your sister should probably wear a set of them too if she is going to sit so close to the court. Especially because she is tied up and can't block them if they come her way." Todd said as he looked over at me with a look of pity. Sean nodded in agreement and went over to get a set of goggles for me. Then, he came over and placed them on my head. He tightened up the strap so that they wouldn't come loose, even if I tried to remove them. I tried to protest, but I was bound and silenced, so I just let him put them on me without a fuss. Scott asked me if I wanted to be tied up any more than I was and I nodded. I had seen Sean tie up Scott in a position I had never been tied and I thought this was a good opportunity to try it. 

I tried to stand up on my tied legs, but I fell forward and landed in a kneeling position. Thankfully I was wearing kneepads and they semi broke my short fall. I didn't know the name of the position, but I hope that if I showed it to Scott that he would tie me in it. I fell forward onto my stomach and then I bent my legs at the knees bringing my bound ankles up to my tied wrists. Scott caught onto the cue at one and asked me if I wanted to be "hogtied". I nodded hoping that was the name of the way Sean tied him up; I wanted him to tie my feet to my hands behind my back. Scott took the last piece of rope and wrapped it several times between my wrists and ankles. Then he took the tail and cocooned the loops by wrapping it around the eight inches of ropes connecting my hands and feet. He finished by knotting it off in front of my legs we outside the reach of my fingers. "Better" Scott asked? I nodded. Good, now for one finishing touch. 

Scott walked back over to the bench and picked up my helmet. He knelt down and held it up to my face. I began to moan into my gag and tried to squirm away, but it was useless as tightly as I was restrained. I didn't want to wear my helmet all afternoon tied up like I was. "Sorry Jen, but its for your own good" he said as he placed the helmet over my head. He was careful to position it, so that it didn't reposition the goggles or my gag. Then he tightened the chinstrap as snuggly as he could, just to annoy me, and went off to join the other. The helmet really added to my discomfort, because it drew the goggles tighter to my face and it tightened the gag significantly. Secondly it wrapped tightly around my face. Usually I only did the chin strap snuggly, but Scott had done it very tightly. Also, the goggles covered the majority of my open face, so there really wasn't much room for heat to escape around my head. I shook me head to see if the helmet would come loose, but the chinstrap tight under my jaw told me that I wouldn't be able to remove it without help or freeing my hands. The hogtie pretty much guaranteed the impossibility of the later, so I decided to switch my attention to the game and trying to struggle against the ropes. This was the first time I was hogtied and I was beginning to wonder if I could get out of it. 

Sean and Scott were on selected to be on the same team as Michael, Todd, and another boy named Sam. The game began on neutral ground with a face off. However, after the other team took control of the puck, they scored without too much effort. Next, Sean gained control of the puck and took a shot, but it was intercepted by the other team's goalie. This fashion continued for what seemed like forever to me, but it was probably on 10 to 15 minutes and the score was 4 to 0. Time seemed to pass really slowly when I was hogtied on the ground. With the game turning one sided, I decided to divert my attention from it and focus on trying to get out of my predicament. Which was a matter easier said than done. 

I began by struggling and pulling against the ropes as hard as I could to see if the would allow me any slack. I also wanted to test the current limitations on my movements. I found out that both options turned out pretty bleak. Whenever, Sean tied my hands in this fashion, it was always impossible to reposition them more than a few inches from their starting location in the middle of my back. The fact that my legs were bound and anchored to my hands on compounded my problem. Next, I tried to see if my hands could reach any of the knots, but this also proved impossible. Scott and Sean had made sure that the knots were well out of the reach of my straining fingers. I struggled, squirmed, rolled around and moaned into my gag, but I couldn't really make any positive progress against the hogtie. 

After about 20 minutes, the game came to a short break as Todd called a time out. Everyone looked like they were tired from giving the game all that they had. Still, I think I was the most exhausted of everyone from trying to roll around in the hogtie. Sean took a minute to skate over and check on me. He asked me if I wanted to be untied yet, and I nodded in response. Being hogtied was fun for a little while, but I didn't want to stay this way much longer. My arms and legs were already becoming sore from the tension on them. Sean leaned over and untied the rope connecting my feet to my hands. Then he helped me to sit up and took off my helmet, which I was grateful for. He proceeded to remove my gag and let me spit the wadded up handkerchief out of my mouth. 

"Thanks Sean, it was getting a little stuffy in there" I said. "You’re welcome sis" he replied. I asked Sean if he would help me back up onto the bench. He went around behind me and lifted me upward by the waist and sat me on the bench on the side of the court. "Do you want me to untie you the rest of the way?" Sean asked. "We could use your help in the game; we are really getting creamed here." He offered. I contemplated his request; they were really losing at 5 to 2. "Todd already said you could join our team Jen, it would help to even things up a little. "All right, I'll play" I replied. Sean called Scott and the rest of his team over to help with securing my release. It only took them a few moments and I was finally free of my ropes. Todd said they needed to get back to the game and that I could join in when I was ready.

I took a couple of minutes to get the circulation restored in my sore arms and legs. Then, I leaned over and picked up my skates. I strapped them back on over my sandals and grabbed my helmet off the bench. Next, I picked up the stick that Todd had left for me next to the bench and skated onto the court ready for my first attempt at joining the game. We continued the game for the next hour and a half or so. Most of the older boys were rough and bumped into each other trying to gain control of the puck. However, they were careful to make sure that they didn't push me down or risk hitting me hard. Sean had made it clear that they were to take it easy on me. It took me a while to catch onto the strategy used to play the game. But I got the hang of it after a while and really started to have a good time.

The game continued late until the middle of the afternoon. I even managed to score two goals on my own, which improved our score. Still, when the game was ended around 3 or 4 (I forget which) we lost the game 15 to 12. Scott, Sean, and I still had a good time, and we even made some new friends that we played with until later in the week. Todd told us that they were going swimming tomorrow afternoon, and that we were welcome to join them. Sean said that he would have to see what Mary had to say about it, but he though it looked like a hopeful possibility. With that we parted company and skated back to camp. Scott collected the supplies that he used to tie me of course. 

When we got back to camp, Mary asked us if we had fun that afternoon. We told her that we had a good time and the specifics of the game. Sean relayed the request to swim tomorrow and Mary said it was fine with her as long as she could go with us. We agreed. We changed out of our skating pads and skates and washed up for dinner. We were going to do a cook out with hotdogs that evening and Mary already had the fire built and burning brightly. We ate a full dinner, and afterwards we planned to spend the evening sitting around the fire and talking about tomorrow’s plans and maybe even share a ghost story. It had been a day full of tie up games. I liked playing them with my siblings, because they were interesting and offered new surprising experiences. 

I think this is a good place to end part 4 of this story. I will continue to write about my experiences on the camping trip. My stories have been well received on this site so far. I still have a couple of other experiences from that camping trip to share. I was tied up again later that night during the stories, and again in the mourning during the swimming session. I wasn't tied up in the water or anywhere near it, but it was still a neat experience. So, it looks like it will take me at least two more installments to finish this collection of stories. 

I am sorry for taking so long to put part three up and this part up. However, they are more that 15 pages together and it takes a long time to type this much from memory. One of the main things that I am getting feedback from on this site is that everyone likes the level of detail I put into my stories. I prefer to write out everything this way because I think it makes the story more real and interesting. It will likely be a week or so until part 5 is done. Also, I have many other stories from growing up and I am debating whether or not to share them here when I am done with this series. I wanted to use this set of stories to see how they would be received and whether people on this site enjoyed my writing style. So far, all the comments I have received had been encouraging. 

I think some thanks are do to a few people here. First, I would like to thank my brother Scott for encouraging me to place these here. He thinks I am a better writer than he is and I have to agree. We both enjoy reading this site. Secondly, I would like to thank Canuck for operating and maintaining this great site. I would also like to thank him for allowing me to post my stories and offering to place them in the archive for me. Finally, I would like to thank all of you for keeping your comments. Keep them coming. Until next time, 

Few details about me, I live alone in a one bedroom flat. I’m quite short with medium shortish blonde hair, blue eyes, quite a slim figure, I’d say my breasts are about average size, but hey if you don’t like my appearance just use your imagination.

I was so intrigued about what I was feeling I felt the need to be bound and gagged, but with not many supplies around the place all I really had was a small role of celeotape, which I could barely bind my legs with, so I gave up and went to bed, but I could not sleep, just thinking about it, how much I really wanted to be tied up and gagged, helpless at the will of someone holding me captive as I struggled to break free. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it, so much I even dreamed about it.

The next day at uni was no different, I could barely keep my mind on my lectures and studies that day all I thought about was who could I trust to tie me up, I wasn’t in a relationship at the time and didn’t have a friend that I could share something SO personal with so my mind wondered even further… could I do it to myself? I thought about all the possibilities of attempting it, I was no good with knots, so I couldn’t do it with rope, but then it the thought of different sorts of tape came to mind, celeotape proved to be useless, so it would need to be something more, heavy duty. I quickly thought to myself that I shouldn’t be thinking about these sorts of things.

I got on with the rest of my day but unable to concentrate I left early, skipping my last lecture, on the drive home I got to a key round about, I had to go straight a head to get back to my flat, however I found myself signaling to turn left, towards town, almost with out thinking I was heading towards town, it was going to happen and I couldn’t have stopped it even if I wanted to. I went to the local DIY supplies shop and pulled up in the car park, next thing I know I’m searching high and low for duct tape, I found it and picked up 4 silver rolls of duct tape and paid with my debt card and made my way home.

When I got in I was so excited I could barely stop my hands from shaking, I began to cook myself a meal as I thought and prepared for what I was about to do. I set up my sky+ box for an evenings viewing, set a few shows up to record, put them on auto view, so I wouldn’t have to struggle to reach the remote, all the way up until midnight, it had just gone 5, which left me with around 7 hours to have some fun, I hoped to free myself around midnight, as I didn’t want to risk falling asleep in that state.

The plan was that I would tie myself to a chair, it was a basic metal frame chair, its hard to describe, it had an ‘X’ frame with 2 separate arms which linked down to the legs, it only had 2 legs, but with the metal ran along the floor. (Like I said hard to describe).

I set the chair up in front of the television with a mirror opposite; I wanted to be able to watch myself struggle!

I was dressed in a black evening dress, my ‘little black dress’ with matching black stockings and a pair of black high heels, I did my make up as well, I wanted to feel beautiful.

It was time to get started; I’d had this planned out in my head all day. I sat in the chair and began taping my left ankle to the left leg of the chair and then the same for my right, wrapping the tape round 7 or 8 times to make sure it was tight and secure. I then put my knees together and taped them together again making sure they were secure. I then wrapped tape around my thighs and the seat of the chair, securing my bottom half to the chair. I then did the same around my waist area securing myself to the back of the chair.

This was the tricky part, I balled up one of my socks and placed it in my mouth and wrapped tape around my head about 7 or 8 times effectively covering the bottom half of my face, I couldn’t get my mouth open if I tired and it insured all speech came out as a muffled sound. This was now the hard part; I placed my left arm on the left arm of the chair and securely taped it down. Then using my right arm I wrapped the tape around the right arm of the chair a few times making sure it was attached, then rather awkwardly I placed my arm down on the arm of the chair and attempted to flick the roll around, after a few attempts of twisted and turned tape it began to feel slightly secure, then using the slack in my wrist and my face to push the tape around a few more times until it felt tight and secure enough.

I had done it! And boy was I pleased with myself, I was able to bind and gag myself leaving me utterly help less, I looked at the clock on my VCR it had just gone 7.20, I had around 4 hours and 40 minuets to enjoy myself. For the first hour I was having a blast, I really got into it, struggling and MPHHHHing like crazy in attempt to get free, but just after 8, things started to get really complicated…

TO BE CONTINUED…

Keep up the fantastic work! It's very much appreciated!

I'm sorry if your father was using you to beat off to his bondage fetish; that's obviously wrong. But just because someone else's dad does the same thing doesn't mean he's automatically as perverted. Tie up games don't have to be sexual. Especially when you're a kid.

im a bondage photographer,why not get in touch an earn a few quid,students usually need a lil extra £s.

Yahoo id.........atreusgb@yahoo.com 

Where in central Jersey do u live? I'm a 16 year old guy from New York.

www.maxcita.com (they specialize in this)
 

Secondly: This site is not meant for sexual encounters to be shared anyway. It's all about getting caught, wrapped, tied, tickled(hopefully),bound and otherwise restricted.

I, for one, don't want to hear about sex on this board. Let us all enjoy and process these great stories in our own minds without adding an element that doesn't belong.

With that said...Write on everyone!
 

Canuck - RE: John - good call
Malissa - try www.posey.com - they are the worlds leader in straitjackets but beware they are about $200 dollar each

about me: Im an old fart with lots of experience and some storytelling ability so hopefully as I prgress from first to most recent you will enjoy my efforts.

with all that said, let us begin:

Patsy (not her real name) was 14 and I was 8 years old. My mom was going to college twice a week and Patsy was a neighbor girl who was watching us for a couple of dollars an hour. My sister was upstairs and Patsy was watching something on television. Being 8, I had NO idea how I was about to affect my life or hers for that matter. What started it I am not sure, but Patsy was stretching her arms behind her, you know, holding her hand together and stretching. I will never forget that image (even if I didnt know why). I got one of my sister's jumpropes and asked Patsy if she would do me a favor. As soon as she saw the rope, she said no. I explained to her that it was just a test to see if I could tie this special knot I saw in a book the right way (I did not even have a book on knots, but she did not know that) I was thinking on the fly. Reluctantly she agreed and the games began.

If I had been better at this from the start, it may have also been the last time. However, being only 8 I did not know what a cinch was, nor did I really understand the words loose, taught, or tight. I wrapped the bight of the rope around her wrists 5 times (I remember that number because it has become a staple in my wraps) then around her waist and upper body (again, 5 wraps). I finished off just below her shoulders and tied a knot. I do not even remember if it was a square knot or a fools' knot but no matter.

What did matter at the time was, Patsy sucked in her gut and wiggled for just a few minutes before, to my dismay, the rope slipped off and fell to the floor.

I tried two more times to tie her correctly, even wrapping the rope around her elbows before going around the body. All was for naught (sorry for the pun) since nothing was cinched and I seemed to be afraid to tighten anything.

It had only been a couple of hours, but Patsy was getting bored and I was getting frustrated, so we quit, but not before she said she would "probably" let me do it again. This actually was not the first time she had sat with us, so I had no reason to doubt her word. I was right, we played again the next week.

You, the reader however, will have to wait for another day for that story.

Remember: If it is not fun for both of you, it is not fun.
 

patsy was wearing a pair of bluejeans, white (or pink, I forget) tennis shoes and a green t-shirt she had cut just to the top of her jeans.
 

my friend mark was having a costume party, and he invited my girlfriend and me.
btw, my girlfriend is make up artist. so i was thinking what to do about party, when
jess (my girlfriend) called me at her place.
when i arrived, she told me that she was thinking about costumes & stuff, and told me 
that she have great idea. the, she told me to come in her make up saloon, and sat there,
she'll be there in a minute. so i went there (saloon is in her house), and sat in front of the
mirror. so i was waiting, and waiting, and after 10-15 minutes, someone grabed my hand behind 
my back. i tryed to fight, but no use. i felt that someone is tying my hand with rope, and
then heard jess's voice and voices of her firends 'hold him' 'tie that knot faster'..
and then they tied my whole upper body, totaly preventing me from moving freely.
i started to shout:' what the f*** is going on?!' and one of jesses frendsgagged me with
a 2-3 strips of white tape.
and the jess said:' look honey, we're going on that party, and i dont want you to go
around and chit chat with other girls, so i hope you'll like you costume'
and then she took some black make up and put it around my eyes (later she said it was
because of costume - to look better), grease my hair and then put some net to hold it,
and some powder,..., and finally she draw my lips on the tape using a lipstick (yuck)
after that, she pilled some mask from the closet putting it on y head. my god, it was most horrible mask i ever saw.
then, they brought some home made straitjacket. they untied me and hold me, while jess and
1 of her frends dressed me. so, there i was, tottaly helpless, dresed like a monster.
after finishing with me, jess masked herself in witch of somekind or something.
they put me in back seat of the car and we went to a party.
what can i say? it was a cool party. jess and i were all night together, we even danced once.
but the worst part was that i was sweating and i was pretty thirsty.
there was funny moment when someone ask me something, and i just couldnt say a thing,
wich some people found it funny, some found it freaky.
in the morning, we came back in jess's saloon where she removed straitjacket and makeup.
after 12 hours of restrained and gagged, i didnt know what to tell her. first, i was pissed off,
and later it was pretty cool, so i forgived her.
 

The only trouble was, we had political differences. She belonged to the university chapter of the NDP, which is the Socialist Party here in Canada. I've always been a Conservative, which meant we had our share of arguments.

Last January we had a federal election here, and Lois spent a lot of time helping her party. The Saturday before Election Day she teasingly said I should come with her and help out at the party rally. When I scoffed at this she said, "You forget, it's my turn with the cuffs." She snapped them on my wrists, took my key off my key-chain, and said as she was leaving, "Call me on my cell if you change your mind."

I burst out laughing. The joke was on her because she didn't know about the second key. I'd never been left alone in cuffs before, so to see what it was like, I didn't free myself right away. At first it felt cool to be shackled and alone but then it got frustrating, so I went to my desk drawer.

The key wasn't there. Had I forgotten where I'd put it? Had Lois discovered it? Either way I was stuck. Maybe the superintendent could get me out, but we'd had some arguments over the apartment so he probably wouldn't help me. Getting tenants out of handcuffs wasn't part of his job description.

I felt a wave of panic and knew I absolutely had to get free. I called her. 
"Lois...I have a confession...I thought I had a second key..." It was her turn to burst out laughing.
"Yeah, I found it in your desk last week. Don't worry; it's safely hidden somewhere else in your apartment."
"Lois, please tell me where it is. This isn't fun anymore."
"Sure. I'll just need your promise to come down and help us out for the rest of the day!"

I slammed the phone down in anger. This was the first time our politics had intruded into our games. I started searching for the key but quickly realized there were too many places she could have hidden it. The anxiety just kept getting stronger; I was learning how it felt to be a real prisoner, not just a playtime one.

I capitulated and called her back. I promised to come to the rally and she revealed where she'd stashed the key. I spent the whole day making calls for them, helping with Election Day plans, and listening to speeches about Workers' Rights and Socialized Medicine. From time to time Lois caught my eye and gave me what I can only describe as a Mona Lisa Smirk.

When it was finally over we walked home in silence. Once inside she darted behind me, then whispered softly in my ear, "I so totally whipped your Conservative ass!" This got me wild with excitement and we passed a night of intense "romance".

On election night the Consevatives won a modest victory. I taunted her mercilessly, saying Canadians weren't going to fall for Socialism anymore. I got way too carried away, and after a week she broke up with me. Looking back, I realize what she she did to me made me aroused and humiliated in equal measure. I simply couldn't handle the humiliation part.

It's now been seven months and I still miss her. I haven't been able to find any girl who's interested in bondage games. I hate to admit it but if I could find another handcuff-girl like Lois, I'd join the NDP tomorrow!
 
 
 
 
 
 

That was my first post, I hope it was ok. 

Two weeks after our first encounter, Patsy thought she would slow me down by purchasing a book on knots and hoping I would spend my time reading it, instead of bugging her. Bugging her is right, I spent every day I saw her (she lived in the same apartment complex - for an 8 year old I guess I was stalking her?) I would ask her if we could try the rope game again. Every day she told me we might do it again.

Anyway, Patsy bought a book "Ashley's Book of Knots", which I still have to this day, at our local bookstore. I was happy as an ant on a pile of sugar, however, my mom had bought me a book (long since forgotten that title since it was lost long ago. I had learned a few things from it though.

As soon as my mom was gone and even before my sister left the room I asked if Patsy was ready to play again. To which she replied something along the lines of "let's get it over with". My sister, whom had never fallen victom to my, uh... her jumprope, went upstairs and hid in her room while I drug out a brand new package of clothesline I found in one of our many junk drawers. I was going to do this right! 

Since it was winter in Texas, (ya'll know - not even close to real winters), Patsy was wearing jeans and a dark blue or purple sweater (not the pullover kind) over a white tee shirt or tank top (never found out which - I just remember the white showing at the top, a look I still find attractive). She also had on the same tennis shoes. Thinking back I believe they were indeed pink. No matter, I took them off right after tying her hands behind her.

Yep, That's where I started. I wrapped the bight as before around her wrists and as the ends crossed I turned them sideways and wrapped between the wrists, cinching them together nicely. Carefully, I tied a constrictor knot and again upon itself to hold everything (Constrictor is a simple overhand knot rapped one or two extra times. When pulled tight, it holds temporarily better than the overhand knot). I used a pair of blunt nosed (never forget having to "saw" the cord) to cut the excess loose.

She pulled for a miniute or two and said something about not being too sure about this. I was sure. Off came her shoes and sox... socks (baseball fan - sorry). The only thing I did different about her ankles was I started with a short end of the cord and wrapped the long end around her ankles. and then between then between them to cinch that up with the same knots (Ill quit describing them - Im sure everyone has a pretty good idea what they are). 

There she was, bound hand and foot, sitting on the couch. The only problem was what to do with all that excess cord. I was reaching for the scissors when I had the great flash that probably defined the beginning of my "favorite positions" list. I had Patsy stand up and turn sideways to the couch. Then I pushed. she fell on her stomach on the couch and bounced enough for me to get her legs onto it as well. I snatched the cord trailing from her ankles and yanked much harder than she expected. I fed it beteen her wrists and pulled it back to her ankles. Back and fourth three or four times. Then i wrapped the rest around the strands that reached between her ankles and wrists, tying it off at the wrist. 

Now I was happy with it. Patsy on the other hand immediately started wanting to know how long she was going to be tied like that and my first answer (unrembembered now) was probably "as long as I want you to", which are my stock answer these days. I do add nowadays that that is "only a few minutes longer than you want to be". 

Whatever the reply, she did not seem to mind that much, because it was a scramble to untie her two hours later, when my mom came home early!!!

This was my first tie with at least some knowlege of how to really secure someone. The hogtie most likely came from something I saw, on tv or at the movies, and like I said, is definately on my "favorites list".

I got to tie her up several more times over the rest of the semester, but after that, she stopped sitting with us because she was too busy with school activities, but we all, (including my sister) kept in touch with her, and I did have an opportunity to tie her again. Technically I was still a teen so Ill tell it later. 

Be sure to join us next time for the "Handcuffs from Heck" story (aka - the only time I ever got my sister)

Remember: If it is not fun for everyone, it is not fun for anyone.

In the summer before Grade 9 I was walking in the woods and heard someone crying. It was this little kid Andy, tied to a tree. He was a pathetic sight and I untied him right away.
"It was Joey," he said thru his sobs. Joey was the neighborhood bully, only in Grade 7 but a tough little bugger. A couple of times he had beaten up boys bigger than himself.
"Look out, there he is!" cried Andy. Up came the bully-boy wearing his usual smirk.
"Why don't you mind your own business?" he sneered at me.
"Look Joey you shouldn't do things like this. You really hurt Andy."
"You think you could take me, do-gooder?" I hesitated, thinking of the boys he'd beaten up. "Just as I thought - chicken. Now get lost while I re-tie this brat."
I thought to myself, I'm older and taller than he is, so I should be able to take him. "If I pin you, will you promise to stop tying kids up?" I asked.
"OK but if I win, I tie you. Shake?"
"Shake," I said and held out my hand. He grabbed my thumb, bent it forward and squeezed. If you want to know how that feels just bend your thumb forward right now and squeeze it. Then imagine your worst enemy is doing it and you'll understand the position I was in. 
"Joey, you're hurting me! I give, I give!" He forced me down, twisted my arm behind and made me give him the other arm. He told Andy to bring him the rope and I was soon in a tight hog-tie.
"I got you," he said as he stood over me, his dirty shoes in my face. "If you want to get loose, lick them clean!" The thought was disgusting and I refused. "You just bought yourself two hours in that hog-tie. I'll leave my shoes here and they better be sparkling when I get back, or you'll stay tied." He slipped them off and disappeared, leading Andy away.
Now I was alone with Joey's Bass Weejuns. I knew I had to lick them because I couldn't stand being hog-tied for more than two hours. I started slowly, trying not to miss any spots. The stink and foul taste were nauseating.
But an hour later I felt differently. I was starting to...LIKE them. After all, they were my one and only ticket out of the hog-tie. "These are the shoes that winners wear," I said out loud. I suddenly wanted to do as good a job as I possibly could. The leather tasted good and the funky odor was marvellous. I had fallen in love with his penny loafers.
"Having fun?" he sneered on his return as he slipped them back on. Without being told I started kissing his feet and was never so turned-on in my life.

That September I started high school and to my joy found many classmates wearing Weejuns. I'd stare at them in class and later get myself off, fantasizing that I was bound and forced to lick them. Later I started "borrowing" them for my private sessions - (I'd always return them so I wasn't found out). Having the actual shoes in my mouth made the fantasy so much more real and intense.

Since I've come to university I've had two girlfriends who agreed to tie me up. Unfortunately they were disgusted by my love for their loafers, and broke up with me. So now I'm back in my private world of fantasy. It's harder to "borrow" shoes in university compared to high school but I've managed it a few times.

I've often thought back to that fateful day with Joey. If only he hadn't left me helpless with his loafers I wouldn't be stuck with this fetish for the rest of my life. My advice to you kids is, - enjoy your tie-up games, but if someone tells you to lick their shoes, don't do it. Once you start it's impossible to stop.
 

Anyways, me and my friends have been tieing each other up for a couple of years now, but i have only just begun to be brave a search the internet for sites like this (stopping here, it's somewhat clean). And about 2 weeks ago was the first time me and my friends actually used duct tape! See we used only rope and stuff before because we wanted to see how fast the person could get out, and if they couldn't, we would untie them, and tie someone else up, but that has grown boring, as everyone is able to get out, and it takes so much time to tie them up, the time is wasted when they get out in a short time. So, i bought a roll of duct tape, and decided to change the rules a little bit. Well, i created the game, RANSOM, which since thier was 5 of us, it was fun. 3 ppl are the kidnappers, 1 is the victom and the other one is the FBI agent. Well first the Kidnappers force thier victoms to write some stupid note, then they tie you up somewhere and leave you until the FBI agent finds you (don't worry, since we had gags, every 15 minutes we would go and check on the victom to see how they were holding up, saftey stuff ya know). 
Well it was my turn, and also my game, ha, no wonder.....anyway, i wrote something dumb like, come save me im scared, and then they began to tie me up. Well i had never been tied with duct tape before, and man, it hurts like crap, any suggestions? Anyhow, they picked a cubboard just my size, (im a small 15, and short, so it works), they first tied my ankles together and made me sit down, I didn't mind, it wasn't that dirty in thier. They wrapped my legs up to below the knee and made me curl up to them, so i did, then they tapped my hands to the above part of my knees (again it hurt like crap pulling on my arm hair, i was wearing pants), then they tapped the upper part of my body to my knees also, making it to where i could not move, except to fall over had the cubboard not been a small space. then they stuffed my mouth with one of those ski masks (you ppl who use socks are sick! j/k, lol) and taped my mouth, and my head....wrapped it around and all that jazz. and then lifted me a little, stuffed me in, and left me. It was dark, i couldn't move, i couldn't speak, i had to pee, and i could have sworn something was crawling on me, maybe i just had an itch, anyway....something i had never expierienced before. Usually with ropes and such, i am able to escape in no time, but i was rendered completely helpless! For the first time we used gags, and i couldn't make a sound, now that was the scariest part, but thank the Lord God Almighty we made the 15 minute rule (we later shortened it to 10, i know, we're panzies, but at least we play it safe) 
Well, it didn't at all feel like 15 minutes, it was an eternity! I couldn't move, speak, and had no form of entertainment, except to try and escape, which didn't work, i was poo out of luck, if my friends believed in torture while you are tied up, that would have been crap, and i would have peed, anyway, TMI, i know, im sorry. Anyway they came to check on me to make sure i was allright, i blinked yes (we made a code so as not to waste tape). They said okay and shut the door again after they had told me that the FBI was no where near close to finding me, it was a 2 story house, i realized how long i might actually be in thier, and i siged. Did i also mention that the house was completely dark and the agent get 0 clues, and the worst part is, i don't get untied, until he:
1) Gives Up
2) Finds me
3) Or until its morning and i have to leave
"Well that's great" i thought to myself, "Im going to wet my pants, and i am going to have no cerculation" lol
Quit? Signal to quit? Your crazy, if i did that, my friends would untape my mouth, ask why, and when i told them, they would laugh, put my gag back on, and leave me that way! (probly not, but it's a man's pride i guess, well, 15 yr old man, ha!) 

It was about 11:30 when we started, and i was informed that i had been tied up for just about 2 hours when they came in a couple of times later (my friends really can't tell time, lol, not really) You see, the guy looking for me, me and him were friends, but only.....well it's complicated, let's just say i think he was getting me back for something i did to him that i won't go into, im already ADD enough, lol. But luckily, i never wet myself, and my hands were not completly purple when he found me...3 hours later, least thats what they told me, i think it was longer, but ill trust thier word on that. Did i mention that the FBI agent has to sneak you out or else you are released, and he is captured? Well anyway, as he was taking me to the "safe house," I made sure to make it alot of trouble, and make as much noise as i could, he was caught, i was finally released from my sticky, cubboardy prison, FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST!! Anyway we played the rest of the night, but i lasted the longest, hope to have another story soon.

Anyway next time i'll try not to be so ADD when i type, i know you want a story, not all the extra crap i have to say, anyway sorry bought that. God bless you!

Duct tape and panty hose. Use an old pair of stockings or pany hose to cover that area which is to be taped. it works great!!! So well in fact, you can even buy stockings cheap at Walmart. The little packs that look like they came out of a vending machine are the ones I use.

Also, as a side note Michaels/MJDesigns now carries colored duct tape in LOTS of colors.

I like your safty first idea also.

Remember: If it is not fun for everyone, it is not fun for anyone.

I myself would need a personal invitation to join, inasmuch as I am well over 40 years old!

Good luck though, (If I was still that young, I probably would not have had the guts)

Remember: If it is not fun for everyone, it is not fun for anyone.

Speaking as a teenager, i don't think the yahoo group is a good idea, first of all because it requires one to register and sign up which i dont really want to do. Second, im not really fond of putting my picture on the internet. And third, its so easy for and older pedophile to just post a picture of one of his grandchildren or someone random in order to gain access to the site. I think the website is a great idea, but the details need to be worked out more, and i dont think Yahoo is the best place for it. 

Pictures are a terrible idea because theres always the thought of "Is there some guy [insert term here] to me?" However without pictures, there's absolutely no way to screen.

It's a Lose-Lose situation, unfortunately. :-/ 

You bring up interesting points I did not consider when I encouraged him. It does require more thought. Maybe there could be a basic posting area for everyone and a registration for chat? Would that peak your interest Tasty 48? Just a thought. I by no means claim - or even want to be an expert on yahoo groups :).

As a side note, the same can and has been said about Myspace.com I would, if I had the power, reccomend young people did not use that sight for the same reasons you stated.

Michael, one thing I have learned over the years is this. No matter what you do, you will get some kind of bad element. Even some of the youths you get may be "problem children". Also, if you start the sight, you will get people to join. There are too many people in the world for that not to happen.

This is way too long, but Gina, Email me if you want to talk (keep in mind though, I am 30 years older than you - I'll understand if you decide not to)

Remember: If it is not fun for everyone, it is not fun for anyone.

You are obviously not a teen yourself.....

Do not try to lure innocent kids to your group please.
 

The second thing I need to state is that I have been reading quite a bit back through the archives on this site and I have seen some interesting stories and a great deal of comments. Originally, I thought some of my experiences were a little strange, but I have seen some far out things buried back in the archives. Canuck has done quite a job maintaining this site for so long and keeping it running so smoothly. I know from coding html sites, that it takes a great deal of behind the scene's work to get everything just right. Canuck again I would like to thank you on the awesome job you do keeping this site up and running. I hope it continues for many years to come. 

That said I need to let everyone no where I am in my current story construction. I have decided that the camping series will come to a close with two more post pars 5 and 6. I have parts 5 almost done and about a third of six is ready to go. I have been jumping between the two over the last week and a half but they’re still not done. I am having a case of writer's block on how to word the two and I have something I am debating on adding to part six. It is relevant to the story, but I am wondering if the adding the two pages it will take is worth it. I am still posting a story today, but it is from a different set of stories. Originally, I was going to wait to post it until after the camping stories, but recent newspaper article reminded me of it and I started typing it out. Well, I finished all 8 pages of it in one sitting, so I am going to post it since it is done. It happened in December the same year as the camping stories. I hope it won't throw anyone off the time frame. I have another couple of stories that happened between them I also want to post. I will try to keep everything in a relevant order. Any advice on this would be appreciated. 

Just a fair warning, I grew up in a weird family by most people's standards. I have seen some stranger things on this site. For example, my parents were very over protective of us as children. The fourth story shows it a little, but the one I am posting today illustrates it better. This wasn't necessarily a good or bad thing; it just made growing up interesting. It has a different scenario from a lot of what is posted here but I think it will go over well. Would you guys please take a minute or two to let me know what you think of this one? I am trying to decide where to go in my experiences, but I need some direction so please take a moment to post a comment.

Finally, I would also like to let you all know that I have decided to put my own site together to serve as an archive for the stories that I post here. Some of my stories make reference to earlier ones, and I need them to be available for that reason. Also, I wanted a place where I could post my older stories so you can read them in case you missed one or are new to the site. I am not trying to compete with Canuck here; my site will only be for my stories and they will only be added there after I post them here. Canuck does a great job of keeping the stories together in the archives, but the current postings seem to eat my stories every week or two. I need to have them available for reference so I am posting this here. A link to the site is below; I threw it together in about an hour and half. I just needed it to be functional. Let me know what you think.

One last thing, (I know this is getting pretty long) I have noticed that many of you put out your email addresses and IM names for contacting. I am sorry, but I would prefer to remain at a level of anonymity here. Jennifer is my real name, and the stories I post here were true events from my childhood. However, I use fake names for the rest of my family and friends because I want to protect their privacy as well as my own. The girl you know as my sister Mary from my stories had a bad experience meeting someone online that I don't care to comment on here. So, I am just being careful. You can still post messages to me here and I will try to respond. I might even add a message board to the site below if you guys want. But, I don't fell comfortable giving out my personal information on a message board or dream book based site. 

Thanks 

It was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was sturing not even a mouse. (especially not me) ...The children were nestled all SNUG in their beds while the waiting morning hung over their heads. Okay bad start, but I couldn't resist. It was Christmas morning the year that I was nine years old. We were on winter break from school and had just started our second week. Our School started a few days early and didn't let out till the second week of June. But we got several other perks, like being able to take three weeks off at the holidays beginning the week before Christmas to the week after new years. My family had a tradition that every year we would celebrate Christmas morning at home and then we would drive to my father's parents farm in Pennsylvania for Dinner that evening. Then we would stay there for a few days with our cousins and extended family. Little did I know that it would be a holiday for tie up games with them. 

I had fallen asleep late Christmas Eve after we got home from the evening church service. I hadn't fallen asleep until around 10:00 which was past my usual bedtime. I looked over at the clock on the dresser, as I opened my eyes for the first time that morning. It showed that it was still a little before six. It was a tradition in our house that we didn't open presents until around eight o'clock. I sighed in disappointment and rolled back over on my side closing my eyes again. Still, I couldn't sleep a wink that morning. I was too excited with anticipation of the presents. I was warmly dressed against the cold December cold. In addition to my blankets, I was dressed in a blue fleece footed sleeper with a snowflake print on it. Additionally, I was wearing a pink nightgown that went down to my ankles with a lacy trim around the neck and wrists. Finally, I had on a pair of white slippers that looked somewhat like ballet slippers. They were low cut and had a strap that ran over the center of the foot to secure them 

I waited anxiously for 8:00 to arrive, but no matter how hard I tired I couldn't sleep at all. I was just too excited with the matter that we would be opening presents in a little under two hours. About 10 minutes later, Scott woke up because he had to use the bathroom. He climbed down from the top bunk and left the room. He came back about 5 minutes later. "Good morning Jen, what's wrong can't sleep?" He whispered. I nodded and explained that I was just too anxious about opening presents to go back to sleep. I told him that I had to sneak out for just a peek. Scott shook his head, "You really shouldn't, you know that mom and dad will be mad if you get up too early." "I know" I replied, but I couldn't help it. "We'll just have to fix this for you" he said. Scott walked over to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer. He took out two short pieces of rope and walked over to me. 

"Jennifer, could you turn around please" he instructed. I sat up and turned around, I needed something to take my mind off the presents in the living room. I put my crossed my wrists behind my back and Scott began to wrap them horizontally with five or six loops of rope. Then he made a couple of vertical turns and knotted it off in the middle above my wrists. Then he continued and began to bind my legs at the ankles with the other remaining piece of rope. He looped it around my legs a few times and cinched it off before knotting it. “There we go that should hold you for a while at least he said.” With that, he turned the light back off and climbed back into bed to sleep until 8. 

I rolled onto my stomach and squirmed against the ropes that bound my hands and feet. They were snug, but not all that tight or elaborate. I probably could have escaped by bringing my hands to my front if I really wanted to, but I decided to just leave them alone. I struggled for a few minutes and then I relaxed my efforts and fixed my eyes on the clock on the dresser. I assumed Scott would let me out a little before it was time to go get presents, which left me about 45 minutes tied up. Eventually, I must have dozed off, for a little bit despite the ropes, because the next thing I remember was waking up to my mother's voice. "Merry Christmas, time to wake up". I opened my eyes and looked over at the door to see my mother standing there with a surprised look on her face. I glanced over at the clock and it was about 7:30. 

"Well this is a pleasant surprise; it looks like you'll have to sleep in for once Jennifer." She said jokingly. "I hope you weren't tied up all night, were you" I shook my head no, and explained that Scott had added the ropes to keep me from sneaking out about an hour ago. She gave me a quiet smile and walked over to where I was laying on the bed. She reached down and undid the knot securing my hands and untied them. Well, were going to get started a little early this year so come to the living room when you’re ready. I began to work on the ropes around my ankles. My mother stood up and shook Scott gently awake. "Time to get up and open presents sleepyhead" she whispered. Scott sat up and yawned and rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes. Then he slowly climbed out of bed and headed for the door. He looked my way to see if I had been untied remembering an hour ago. I was already sitting up coiling the ropes on my bed. Then I got up and followed him out the door. 

(Our parents never really treated our games as weird or anything. I guess they assumed that they were a phase Scott and I were going through and would grow out of. Sean and Mary had played similar games when they were younger. So, they left it at that. They never really participated directly in them other that allowing them to occur. They allowed us to keep rope around the house and they had gotten us each a set of handcuffs last year as a joke present. Sometimes my mom would untie me if she found me bound, but our parents never really initiated the situation.)

We got to the living room to find the rest of the family already assembled for the morning. Sean and Mary were seated on the sofa and my father was in the easy chair on the left side of the sofa. Mary was dressed in a white night gown wearing a blue robe over it. Sean and Scott were each wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt. I took a seat on the other high-backed padded chair across the way from my father. Scott seated himself on the floor in front of the coffee table. My mom went over to the tree and began to pass out the presents to the rest of the group. Scott and I got a fair number of smaller packages, while Sean got a five or six around the same size. Mary only got two packages this year and they weren't very big. Our parents exchanged their usual gifts as well as the things we got them from our school shop and a few things from Mary that turned out to be college sweatshirts. 

We went around in a circle opening a present each in turn by age. Sean got a new portable CD player and quite a few CD's. Scott and I both got clothes and a few toys. He also got a few new games for his play station and I got my first game boy that year with a game. I had asked for one for a while, but my parents had put off buying one until now. Mary received a few gift certificates that she could shop with down where she went to school. The other package was a portable computer that my parents had gotten for her. She was really surprised and thanked them for it. It took us about an hour to work our way around through the presents and we had a good time doing it. We flashed a few smiles around the room and wished each other a Merry Christmas. We knew that we would be leaving in a few hours for our grandparent's farm. It took roughly 4 to 5 hours to get there depending on the weather and traffic.

"Hang on, I still have one more surprise" my mom said. My mother went over to the closet over by the door and opened it and rummaged through the top shelf removing two more presents. Thy first two were about the size of a shoebox and the others were a little smaller but still square in shape. They were all wrapped in shiny red wrapping paper. My mom came over and gave one of them to Scott and the other to me. "I picked this out especially for you Jennifer, go ahead and open it." She said. "Start with the big one", Sean offered. We tore the wrapping paper away excitedly. Underneath was a box that said in big bold letters "Men's Work Boots size 12". Scott and I stared over at my mom with a look of strange curiosity. "Um gee ... thanks I guess" I offered sarcastically, reading the box. "I needed a big box Jennifer, and that one was the closest size that I had available" she said "Open it up".

I opened the box slowly wondering what it contained. When I saw its contents, they were even more confusing than the label on the box. The box contained what appeared to be a wad of seat belts and two small rectangular pieces with a zipper on each side of them. Scott looked up and said "what in the h___ is this?" "It's a safety harness for in the car Scott." My mother explained. "I found out about them online on a message board about a month ago when Jennifer asked me if they made car seats for bigger kids." I thought back to about 5 weeks ago just after I turned 9 and had outgrown the booster seat I was in. Up to this point in my life, I had always ridden in a car seat that later became a booster seat for an older kid. It began with a safety harness for when you were four to seven and then switched to a booster seat afterwards. There was a time on a camping trip where I got tied up in it in our camper. (See A long camping trip part 2) Anyway, Scott had also brought the old harness that went with it and managed to squeeze me into it. It was weird, but it still fit me up last summer. I had gone back to wearing it up until to about two weeks before my birthday when I had outgrown the seat altogether. 

I liked the way it felt because it reminded me of being tied up by forcing me to sit still and upright. I told my mom that I felt safer with it than just a seat belt, so she let me where it until I outgrew it. About a week later, I had asked my mother if they made car seats for bigger kids, and she told me she didn't think so but she would try to find out. I guess she had found something pretty close online. I set the first mess of seat belts down on the sofa and found a second one in the bottom that had one long belt with four little belts coming off of it that ended in clips. I picked them up and looked them over trying to figure out how they work. "How does it work mom?" I asked giving up staring at it. "Here, I'll show you if you want, but you need to take off your nightgown first, otherwise it probably won't fit you." I stood up and pulled the nightgown off over my head, I was getting pretty warm with two layers of pajamas on anyway. This left me dress in my sleeper and slippers. 

My mom came over and grabbed the seat belt with the four little ones coming off of it. "This goes around the back of the seat in the van" she said. My mom demonstrated by wrapping the long belt around the chair I had been sitting in. Then she came around and buckled the belt behind the chair and tightened it up snuggly. Then she pulled it down so two of the shorter belts were at the back of the chair seat and the other two were about two thirds of the way up. My mother gave the main belt a pull to make sure it was tight against the chair back. "Now" she said, "the main harness goes onto your body and attaches you to this belt on the back of the seat." She picked up the main harness and attempted to fasten it to me over my pajamas. I will describe it as best I can. 

It was burgundy in color and the webbing was about the width of a normal car seat belt. It began at my waist with a standard belt that looped around me just above my hips. The waist belt had two metal D rings located on each side at the hips that were fixed in place on the vest. The harness also had two shoulder straps that came up over my shoulders and connected to the front and back of the lap strap. The shoulder straps each had an embedded D ring at the top of their arch and a sliding clip to adjust them. My mother tightened the shoulder straps down to fit me snuggly. It also had a strap that came around just under my armpits and wrapped around connecting in the back and to both shoulder straps in the front. They all came together in the back where the center of the shoulder straps connected in the small of my back with a zipper to close the harness. Finally, it had two smaller inch thick straps that were sewn in near the D rings in the back. They came up between my legs and met in the front; where they buckled with a fatex buckle. When fastened, they snugged the harness tightly down against my body. 

(I did some research and learned a few weeks ago that a company called EZ-on made it. The specialize in school bus restraints but they make similar products for family cars. If you want to see what it looked like, their site is here but this was several years ago. http://www.ezonpro.com )

I could see why I had to remove my nightgown, there was no way the leg straps would fasten over a gown that went down to my ankles. My mom picked me up and seated me against the back of the chair where the securement belt was. She took each of the clips on the smaller belts and attached them to the D rings on the lap and shoulder straps. "There we go Jen, what do you think." I pulled against the belts hard and wiggled around a little. But, the straps held me tightly in place and forced me to sit up straight. I tried sliding my arms and legs around a little, but there was no way I could wiggle out of the harness. I jerked forward hard, but the harness held me securely against the back of the chair. I had to admit, it proved to be very secure and completely escape proof. The best part was that it closed int the back, which meant I couldn't get out I told my mom that it was perfect and that I liked it quite a bit. "I figured you would Jennifer" she replied. "When I saw them online, I thought it was exactly what you wanted and I liked it because it looked safe." My parents were very safety concious.

I sat there strapped securely to the living room chair; I was the immediate attention of everyone in the room. My mom explained that the two rectangles with the zippers were to expand the harness in the back as I got older or added winter clothing. Scott looked less enthusiastic than I did about the whole idea. He was still ten at the time and probably thought it made him look childish. However, the next gift changed his mind slightly. My mom handed me the second package which, I had almost forgotten about. I opened it up and found a smaller box that contained another interesting accessory. It contained a set of two small loops of seat belts each about 3 inches in length with a fatex buckle to close them and another attached strap with a clip on it. I stared at them curiously and then I looked up at my mom. "Wrist straps," she commented "I know you guys play tie up quite a bit, and I thought why not when I saw them. Mary gave me the idea when she told me how well behaved you were tied up in the camper last summer. Do you want to try them out?" She asked.

She came over and wrapped one of the loops around my left wrist and secured it with the buckle. She repeated the process on my right hand, then she clipped them to the D rings on the lap part of the harness. I pulled against them to test the limits of my new confinement, but they held pretty tight. My arms were now pinned at my sides and allowed only an inch or so of movement. The straps hugged my wrists tightly and prevented my hands from touching or doubling back to unclip the straps. Now I really couldn't move my upper body at all. Scott looked over at me as I struggled unavailing against the straps. "Nice touch mom" he offered as he looked down at his own set. Scott's harness was identical to mine except they were brown in color. I guess they color-coded the sizes. He thanked mom for the present and said he would wait until the ride down to try it out. My mom came over to let me out, but I asked if I could stay like this a little longer. She nodded, "Until breakfast if you want to, in about half an hour". She also explained that the hand straps were just for a fun joke and she didn't really expect us to wear them in the car. 

Sean stood up and walked over examining the seat belts I was secured with. "That's pretty neat Jen." He offered with a quiet smile. "It's too bad they don't make them in my size" he joked with a snicker. I laughed in agreement with the idea of my teenage brother all strapped in like I was in a car. "Actually" my mother trailed off; "they do make them in teenage and adult sizes. Would you wear one if I got you one?" She asked. Sean looked at her for a moment and realized that she was serious. He thought about it for a minute and gave his reply. “Sure, why not.” As long as it’s just for family trips" he offered. I guess that Sean like this kind of stuff even at his age. I shouldn't have been surprised, he still wore safety pads when he skated and he even wore a helmet when he went sledding in the winter. However, what happened next really surprised me. My mom went over to the closet and pulled out a brown cardboard box. 

"I ordered one for you too" She explained. "I didn't want to give it to you until I knew how you would react. If you thought it was too childish I thought I would just return it, but if your serious here you go." Sean looked at the box in front of him as if he was having second thoughts. But, then he opened it and looked at the harness inside. It was the same as mine and Scott's except it was bigger. It was also black in color and didn't have the straps that go between the legs on it. My mom explained that the leg straps only came on the smaller sizes, but she could order him some if he wanted. He shook his head and said it was fine as it was. Mary made an affirmative bid that she didn't think she wanted one. I stayed in the harness until breakfast when Mary came over and let me out so we could eat. Overall, it was a pretty interesting morning. 

After we ate, we all took some time to bathe change our clothes and get ready for the next few days that we would spend at our grandparents. My dad our bags and toys in the back of the van and got the seat belts that secured the harnesses in place in the van. While we got ready, Scott and I talked about what we wanted to do while we rode down. Originally, I had planned to play my game boy, but Scott suggested that I try my new present instead. He offered that he would if I would for the ride down. I said okay to the idea and we ran it by our mother. She said it was fine and that she would look forward to a peaceful ride down for a change. So, I went to my room to finish getting ready to go. I packed my game boy instead of taking it in the car with me. It was a very cold morning out at only 10 degrees, but I was dressed well for the weather.

My base layer consisted of a T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Next I added a blue sweater with long sleeves and a picture of Rudolph on it over the shirt. I was wearing a pair of white socks and a pair of black T-strap Mary Jane dress shoes with a flat bottom. Next, I added my outer layer to the outfit. I had a pink one-piece snowsuit that covered me from head to toe. It was bulky and closed with a zipper that ran up the front from my waist to my chin. It also had snaps that closed over the zipper to keep the cold out and a belt to snug it up at the waist. It had an attached hood that had a drawstring to secure it. Also, the wrists and ankles had cuffs that you could snug up with a strip of Velcro. Overall, it was very bulky and warm, perfect for playing in the snow or a long car ride without much heat reaching the back. I also had on a wool stocking cap under the hood and a set of earmuffs. My hands were also covered with two layers of mittens. The first was a set of fleece mittens to keep my hands warm. I covered them with an outer layer of waterproof mittens with extended cuffs to keep my hands dry. I had Sean help me Velcro the snowsuit cuffs overtop of them. I was well bundled up, but it was necessary.

When I went out to the van, my mom was there loading the last of the cousin's presents into the car. She told me we would be leaving in about 10 minutes and asked if I was ready to go. I told her that I was and asked if she could help me into the new harness because of my mittens. She helped me into the harness and secured it snuggly to my body. It was really a tight fit with the snowsuit underneath it. I asked her if she could do my hands too and she replied that if I really wanted her to she would. I told her that I did and she wrapped the straps around my mittens and secured them to my sides. About this time, Scott and Sean came out ready to load up. Scott was dressed similarly to me except he only had a coat on and was wearing tennis shoes. Both of them were already in the vests. My mom asked Sean if he would help us while she went inside to get dad and a few more things. Sean said he would and she went back to the house. 

Sean helped me into the back seat of the van. I was seated next to the wall opposite the side door. Sean removed the mittens he was wearing and secured my harness at the four clips. Scott climbed in on the seat next too me, and Sean went to secure him as well, but he told him to wait a minute. Scott asked me if I was comfortable, and if I wanted to be a little more secured for the trip. I told him I was fine, but I didn't care if he added a little more restraint, after all I was secured to the seat and my hands were already off limits. He reached into his coat pocket and produced my set of handcuffs. He bent down and secured them around my ankles just below the cuffs on the snowsuit and locked them in place. This effectively immobilized my feet. Then he reached into his other pocket and pulled out a large wadded up handkerchief. He asked me to open my mouth, which I did. Then he stuffed it inside and filled up my mouth. Finally, he took a scarf out of his pocket and wrapped it over my mouth and around my head three times before knotting it off. He made sure not to cover my nose, and I could still breathe through my mouth anyway. But I was still gagged very effectively and no one would be the wiser. 

Then, Scott pulled out another handkerchief and added it to his own mouth and secured it with a scarf. Next, he took out his pair of handcuffs and connected his feet at the ankles with them. Finally, he put his fleece mittens back on and sat down on the seat on the opposite side. Sean clipped him into the seat and then secured his hands with the wrist straps. Then Sean sat down and secured himself to the seat in front of us with the four clips. Then he reapplied his green waterproof mittens to his hands and waited for our parents to return. I guess I will mention that Sean was dressed in a green winter snowsuit and tennis shoes. He sat there and folded his hands neatly on his lap. We just sat and waited for about five minutes until our parents came out and joined us. The finished packing and boarded the van. My father would be driving and my mother sat in the front passenger seat. Mary would be driving down separately. 

I sat in the back seat pretty still because of the wrist straps and handcuffs on my feet. Scott and our parents talked quite a bit on the ride down, but I couldn't really hear what they were saying. After all, I was sitting in the back seat and I had on earmuffs, hat and my hood. Not that it really mattered, because I couldn't talk anyway. The scarf wasn't all that tight, but in combination with the hood that was neatly secured with a bow it worked. I couldn't work the handkerchief out of my mouth at all. I spent most of my time looking out the window at the scenery because there really wasn't anything else to do. From time to time I would struggle or reposition myself a little, but it was nearly impossible to move. We stopped twice, once for lunch and the second for a bathroom break at a rest stop. Both times it took an extra 10 minutes just to get us out and back in, but my parents didn't mind because it was the quietest we had ever been in the car for them. Even though Scott and I were only two feet apart, there was absolutely nothing we would do to annoy each other. 

After lunch, Scott and I decided not to have the hakercheifs back in because they hurt the jaw after a while. But we still had the scarves and pretended that we couldn't talk. At the second stop, Scott decided he wanted his hands and feet free for the last hour of the ride. My mom said that the quiet was nice while it lasted, but she thought we would get tired of it sooner or later. I still wanted to wear mine for the last hour of the ride, which I was allowed to do. My mom told Scott that if he bothered me he would regret it. That seemed to do the trick because he didn't bother me at all. At one point my nose started to itch from the scarf right below it. I asked Scott if he could get it and he reached over and scratched it with his mitten hand for me. 

I had to admit that it was a peaceful and interesting ride. The wrist straps were designed for long-term wear and I hardly felt them through the snowsuit and mittens unless I pulled hard against them. Overall, it was a comfortable ride down to my grandparents’ house. I'll share more on this in the next installment. 

I guess I should wrap this one up around here. I have already put more time in than I originally intended to. Oh well, I ended up wearing the harness in the car until I was about 14 years old. My mom bought me the next size up twice in there as well. Scott wore one until he was 12 and once in a long while afterwards. Sean gave his up when he started driving. They were just part of my growing up that I remember in conjunction with tie up games. I guess our parents were a little over protective, which is not always a bad thing. I wore mine on the school bus for a couple of years as well until I got to junior high. Our mom let us wear the wrist straps from time to time in the car. But only if we were going on a long trip and only if we wanted to. She never forced us to if we didn't want to. I never really considered it tie up gear, unless my hands were strapped. It was fun once in a while, but I certainly didn't want them tied down all the time.

As for Sean, he was always a good older brother to Scott and me. I asked him about it recently and he told me put up with all this safety stuff for three reasons. First, he did it because it reminded him of when he was a younger kid and he missed that. When Mary moved to college, he lost his favorite sibling to play and joke around with. Secondly, he wore safety stuff because it was what he was used to growing up and he just felt better with it. Finally, he did it to set a good example for Scott and me. When Mary left, we became the kids that he played with most and our parents made sure we were safe. Sean put up with it because it helped to shorten our age gap. For example, because he wore the harness that our mother got him, Scott and I didn't feel like little kids compared to him because we did. We just accepted it as part of life. 

I have a few other incidents where I got tied up using the harness in the car. However, they aren't as memorable or well suited as this one. Still, if you guys want to hear them let me know and I will take some time and put them together. I didn't know if this was appropriate for this forum, because most of the stories here involve using ropes more than things like this. Still, I thought it was something different to share with you guys and it didn't contain any inappropriate material. So, I posted it anyway. Let me know what you think. I'll continue the series later. I've decided that I will just bounce around a bit. I will finish my camping stories later. I a week or two. I am just deciding whether to include a particular incident or not in part six. There is nothing inappropriate with it, I just don't think it will add that much to the story for the space I have to waste telling it.

It appears your parents cared for you (as well as loved you) very much. My parents were aware of our games but never participated at all. I do not even remember actually getting "caught" by them, but that was more because I was too afraid of how they would react, I did however, live in a different generation.

Keep up the great work! Im looking forward to your next installment.

Remember: If it is not fun for everyone, it is not fun for anyone.
 

WHO CHECKS OUT THE HOST?

I am not directly pointing a finger Michael, but for all we know, and the teens you are trying to attract, you could be the biggest 'problem' they could have. What an excellent way of contacting teens. Pretend to be one setting up a site for them, lure them in, get their pictures in shall we say, 'secret' situations. Bingo! You have quite a few available for blackmail or worse.

TEENS do NOT join such a group. Your far safer in public groups and NEVER post your pictures to some stranger who claims that he/she will destroy it. NEVER give your address/phone number - Better still don't even give your real name.

I am sure that many on this site will back up this post.

Thanks for putting up a website of your stories as well! It's great to be able to read your archive of past experiences; especially since they are sometimes referenced by the later ones.

And don't worry about how long it takes to write a story. The detail is worth the wait. It's what really brings them to life.

THANKS:KATIE

Self Tie Student could you please continue your story! I really want to know what became complicated. The suspense is killing me! :(

Keep up the good work!

Ciao

I echo the point about who watches the watcher - anyone sending you a pic has only your word that you are who you say you are, and that you will delete the pic. Not that you aren't who you say you are, or the age (more or less) you claim to be, but there's no way for any of us to know for sure.

Not to overstep the bounds of this group, but just by way of example, you could require that anyone joining send you a pic of themselves hogtied in their birthday suit with their screenname written in black marker across their stomach, plus a video of them in that position spelling the name of your group in ICAO phonetics, and still you wouldn't know it was really the person joining. 

All it would prove is that they're somewhat crazy, and have a friend crazy enough to tie and film them. Or they're behind the camera, and they know someone crazy (or trusting?) enough to let themselves be put into that position.

I have a few friends who would probably agree to doing something that just because they were getting around your rules (not that I'd go that far, in case this gives you ideas). 

Surf youtube a bit and see what crazy stunts some young (and some older) idiots are capable of, and I think you'd have to agree that unless you're casting for Fear Factor, the only sure thing would be for you to meet every member in person. And even so, you could be meeting a stand-in. 

Philosophically speaking (and with a passing reference to a musical piece that might give a clue as to my age), does anybody really know who anyone is, much less what time it is?

This happened in 1952 or 1953 when Mario and I were either twelve or thirteen. I remember most of the images and events vividly. The dialog contains a number of phrases that have stuck in my mind, and the rest is a reconstruction of what we might have said. 

One morning I was in my back yard building a box trap to catch a skunk that had been terrorizing our neighborhood at night. The beauty of a box trap is that a skunk won’t fire off when it’s inside, as it has to get away from its own smell. Once I had caught it, I could put the trap with the skunk in a wheelbarrow and cart it a mile or so out of town to release it.

The day was humid and sweltering hot: one of those days when cicadas sing in the trees and puffy clouds hang on the horizon or drift overhead but seldom hit the sun. Even though I had taken off my shirt, and was barefoot, wearing only a pair of cut off jeans, I was still hot. I had one knee on a sawhorse holding a twelve-inch wide board in place while I cut it with a handsaw. That was hard work, and I was sweating and not in the best of moods. 

While I was sawing the board, Mario came by looking for something to do, and he stood beside me with crossed arms watching me work. He had a lean tanned body and the dark hair, eyes, and skin of his Italian ancestry. Like me, he was shirtless, and he wore a pair of khaki shorts, low cut sneakers without socks, and a Red Sox ball cap with the bill pulled low on his forehead to keep the sun out of his eyes. (In those days kids were savvy enough to know what the visor on a ball cap was for, and that it only worked when you had it in front.) 

“What’s that going to be?” he asked.

“A skunk trap,” I said. “I’m going to catch the one that’s been prowling around here after dark.”

“How does it work?”

I showed him how I would nail the top and front into a single unit that would be hinged at the back with a couple of pieces of leather. I would tie some bait like an old steak bone with a little meat still on it to a stick. Then I would poke the end of the stick thorough a hole in the back from the inside so just a little bit protruded. The top would be held open by a string that went over a tall lathe nailed to the back of the trap and down to the protruding stick. I had tied a metal ring at the string’s end, which I would hook over the protruding bit of stick. 

The skunk would go into the trap and as it tugged on the bait it would pull in the stick. That would release the top, which would slam down and trap him. I had already made a spring catch out of a bent tine from an old broom rake that would hold the trap shut once it was tripped. 

“Pretty smart,” Mario said. “Did you think that up all by yourself?”

“No. Dad told me how to build it.”

“That’s not fair.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Your father and you are ganging up against one poor little skunk, and it’s only got about a teaspoonful of brains to begin with.” I studied Mario’s face, and saw a certain impish look that I recognized well. It usually meant he was contemplating mischief. Sure enough, he picked up one of the boards I had cut and started to walk off with it.

“Hey! What are you doing?” I shouted.

“Skunks have rights too,” he said with a laugh. “I am the great Mario, protector of all God’s little creatures.”

I trotted after him to get the board. “Come on!” I said. “It’s us that need the protection. Not the stinking skunk.” 

I took the board from him and went back to building the trap. He followed and watched me work for a bit, then picked up another board and started to trot away with it. “The Magnificent Mario strikes again,” he said with a laugh. I chased him down and got the board. I was hot enough just from working on my trap without having to run after him too, and I was getting more annoyed all the time.

“You do that once more,” I said, “and the Magnificent Mario is going to be in a magnificent heap of trouble.”

I went back to my work, and he followed me. Sure enough, he swiped another board and ran off. I caught him at the edge of the lawn, but instead of retrieving the board I grabbed Mario’s elbows and held his arms behind his back.

“Okay, Mario. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but it looks like I’ve got to take care of you before I can finish my trap.” I gripped his arms so tightly that his shoulder blades stood out beneath his tanned skin, and his elbows almost touched behind him. I forced him to walk with me towards our cellar hatchway. He laughed and put up a halfhearted struggle, but I was stronger than him and I brought him down into the cellar without much effort.

I had a pair of real handcuffs in the cellar that I had inherited from my older cousin Gilbert who had grown beyond the age of cops and robbers. I steered Mario to the shelf where I kept them. While I held his elbows locked behind him with my left arm, I clicked one of the cuffs on his right wrist with my right hand. 

A steel jack post stood in the middle of the cellar, and I dragged Mario over to it and cuffed his other wrist behind the post. All the while Mario was still laughing and struggling, but not too hard. “No handcuffs can hold the Magnificent Mario, Master of Escape,” he said. “And when the Magnificent Mario escapes and strikes again, he’ll run so fast you’ll never catch him.”

He had a point there. Although I was stronger than Mario, he could run faster than me. I figured I had caught him that last time because the board he was carrying hampered him. But maybe he really wanted to get caught.

“Well then, I’d just better chain you to that post a little better.” I got a thick leather dog collar with a chain leash on it, buckled it loosely around Mario’s neck, and tied the chain around the post behind him. It was really more for looks than anything, as I didn’t want to run any danger of choking him. I also got a pair of leg irons that I had made for our games when we used the cellar as a dungeon.

“What do you say now, Mister Magnificent? The handcuffs, that collar, and these leg irons should keep you here until I finish my trap. I told you you’d be in deep trouble.”

“Oh well,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “At least it’s cooler down here than out in the sun.” 

I knelt at his feet and attached the leg irons to his ankles with the chain going behind the post. I had hammered the irons out of pieces of an old barrel hoop. Each shackle consisted of two semicircular halves with drilled flanges that were held together by nuts and stove bolts that I tightened with a screwdriver. The inside bolt on each shackle went through an end link of a 12-inch chain.

“Okay protector of skunks, lets see you get your butt out of that!” I stood up and slapped him hard on his behind, and he laughed. I left Mario chained to the post and went up into the yard to finish my work. All that remained was to cut the final board, assemble the top, and hinge it to the rest of the trap. Mario would only be chained to the post for ten or fifteen minutes.

I peeked in through a cellar window a couple of times to see how Mario was doing. The first time I watched him squirming around, trying to squeeze out of his handcuffs. Even though I had not cuffed him tightly, I knew Mario was engaged in a hopeless struggle because he had quite narrow wrists compared to the size of his hands. The second time I peeked in he just stood very relaxed against the post while his lips moved continually. I couldn’t hear, but I think he was singing a song to himself.

When I finished the trap a short time later, I brought it down into the cellar. I unbolted the shackle from Mario’s right ankle and untied the dog chain from the post, but left the collar still buckled around his neck. Then I got the keys from the shelf and unlocked one cuff to release Mario from the post, but I immediately cuffed his hands behind his back again. “Okay, I’m taking you outside now.”

The leg irons dragged along behind Mario’s left foot and clinked on the cement steps of the hatchway as I led him by the dog leash out into the light and heat of the lawn. There I had him lie on his stomach on the grass and I put the leg iron back on his free ankle, passing the chain around the one on his handcuffs and drawing his feet up close to his hands. 

My Aunt Denise was in her back yard hanging out a load of washing. When she looked over and saw me chaining up Mario like that, she called out, “Hey Mario! What are you going to do if your nose itches?”

Mario laughed. “Don’t say that!” he called back. “Now it probably will.” 

I returned to the cellar and locked the hatchway door from the inside so Mario couldn’t get at the trap once I released him, and then I went up through the house and out the kitchen door to the yard.

I looked down at Mario as he lay quietly on his stomach on the lawn with his wrists cuffed behind his back and his feet drawn up behind him by the ankle chains. His head lay to the side facing me, but his eyes were closed as though he were sleeping. I knelt on the grass beside him and unbuckled the dog collar from his neck. “What’s the matter?” I asked, pinching his nose. “Can’t the Magnificent Mario escape?” 

“Of course I can,” he said, opening his eyes and grinning at me, “but it’s too hot to make the effort. I think I’ll just lie here till the chains rust away.”

“Or until I let you go?”

“That would work too.”

I took the chains off Mario’s ankles, and then uncuffed his wrists. He tackled me to the ground immediately and grabbed the handcuffs. “You have thwarted the Magnificent Mario in his quest for justice,” he shouted. “And now you must be vanquished!” 

“You read too many comic books,” I said as I grappled with him lazily, for I was too hot and tired to wrestle with him strenuously. But Mario kept it up and shortly I felt a steel bracelet circle and lock onto my left wrist. Then he dragged my shackled hand behind me. At that point I gave in, and lying quietly on the grass I let Mario cuff my hands behind my back. 

“Gotcha,” he said as he buckled the dog collar around my neck. “I’m taking you down to the river where it’s cooler.” He helped me to my feet and then picked up the handcuff keys that I had dropped on the grass and put them in his pocket. He also got the leg irons and the screwdriver. 

He led me by the dog leash as we walked across the back lawn to the path that led through the narrow strip of woods to the Lemon Fair. On our way we passed close by where Aunt Denise was just finishing hanging out her washing. “Look, Mrs. LaBrake,” Mario called. Her head poked out between two hanging sheets. 

“Like this.” Mario scratched his nose. I held my cuffed hands out to my side so she could see them as I grinned a little and shrugged my shoulders.

She smiled and shook her head, then went back to her work. As she disappeared behind the sheets, she muttered something in French that I didn’t quite catch, but it had “boys” and “devils” in it. 

Mario led me down the trail by my leash. As I walked behind him with my hands cuffed behind my back, the damp earth in the woods soothed my bare feet, and soon the breeze that drifted off the Lemon Fair cooled my body. 

We came to where our canoe lay overturned on the bank. It was a secluded spot hidden by the undergrowth and covered with thick grass: a place that smelled wonderfully of mud and river water and ostrich ferns. 

I sat on the grass in the shade and Mario fastened one of the leg irons on my right ankle. I watched him bolt the two iron halves together, with one of the bolts going through the end of the chain. He tightened the bolts with the screwdriver, and the shackle was just as good as locked onto my leg. Without a tool, I could not get it off. 

Then he pushed me over so I lay on my stomach and he shackled my other ankle, linking the chain over my handcuffs so my legs were drawn up behind me, just as I had done to him.

“There,” Mario said. “The villain is in chains and Marvelous Mario, nemesis of all evil, has saved the world again.”

“I thought it was the Magnificent Mario.”

“That too.” He flopped onto the grass on his back, knocked his Red Sox cap off, and stared up at the sky. Fair weather clouds drifted overhead and he pointed out the shapes of all the animals he had saved by capturing me. I rolled onto my side so I could look up at the clouds too. 

I felt the chain from my leg irons tug down on my handcuffs. I was stockier than Mario and not as flexible, so my bent legs pulled harder against my wrists. 

I lay there in the shade, collared and chained hand and foot, Mario’s helpless prisoner. We talked for a while about the clouds, and then about baseball: Piersall and Parnell and Williams, and what the chances were of the Sox winning the pennant that year, (not very good if I remember rightly), and why every Yankee fan in New England was a traitor. Then we argued hockey. I was a Canadians fan and idolized Butch Bouchard, but he was all for the Bruins and claimed Schmidt was the greatest. Finally I noticed a tingling in my fingers. “I think my hands are going to sleep,” I said.

Mario rolled over beside me and unlocked my handcuffs, then tumbled back to his former place on the grass. I had to use the screwdriver to get the leg irons off my ankles. We continued to lie in the cool shade by the river, sometimes talking, and sometimes in those long periods of silence that are never awkward between good friends. Then the noon whistle blew at the factory and we had to go home for dinner.

Those were innocent times, and we enjoyed our rough and tumble games where being held captive by a friend was fun and exciting. We knew deep down that although we were helpless, we were as safe as houses. 

I think I can still get back into my head from that time, but the time itself has vanished.

Thanks a lot in advance

I like the idea but not the way ur planning on doing it. If you change it a bit, i might be up for it.

I am open to suggestions. 
 

One day I was at home on Monday. My mom was gone, so I invited friends to my house. When they got here they asked if I wanted to play a tie-up game! So I said "Sure." Bad idea. They pulled out pink duct tape, took of all of my clothes except for my underwear. Next they duct tapped my hands to my bed post. Then they tapped my legs together and finally wrapped duct tapped my till I couldn't talk the tiniest bit. I tried yelling but it sounded like "Mmmmmphh!!" They said their going to wrap my whole body in duct tape. I screamed and struggled frantically but didn't get anywhere. Soon , after 3 more rolls of duct. They covered my body and face except my nostrils could so they could breath and my eyes so I could see. They said it was torture time. So they grabbed my nipples (did I mention I'm overweigiht so I've got man boobs basically. So it hurt like crazy!Next they took some pictures to use for black mail. Soon they said they were leaving and were going to leave a note for my mom. They left my room and I heard some scribbling and the door opening and shutting. The window was shut so no one could see me so I wasn't embarresed and couldn't get help. And my mom wouldn't be home till 10 P.M and it was 3 P.M. so it was going to be a long time so I tried to get free, no usIe. Soon I passed out from exahustion of stuggling. When I woke up it was 10 P.M and my mom was looking at me.She told me the note my friends left was from me and I wanted to be tied up for the week so I invited some friends over to tie me up because I felt wanted to learn a lesson. And to not untie me till next week. And to occasionally take off my gag to feed me and to retape it with the tape by my bed post( there was some left by my friends). It also said I might want to be let go when she ungags me but to not do it, I need a lesson. So she said she'd laeave me.

TO BE CONTINUED...

>I am open to suggestions.<

1. See the movie Excess Baggage with Alicia Silverstone.
2.1Get you some rope and practice (dont tie yourself to anything just yet)
3. If you use Duct tape, get you some old stockings or pantyhose to wear under the tape (wont hurt coming off)
4. If your parents are cool, tell them you are taking a nap and to wake you in an hour, that way if you do get stuck, it wont be for very long.
5. Keep your clothes on at first too. You will like it just as much as without.
6. Lastly if you let someone else tie you up, be ABSOLUTELY sure you trust them COMPLETELY. (Prefereably not an adult, at least until you are one.)

Oh, and please post your story. That is exactly what this board is for.

Remember: if it is not fun for everyone, it is not fun for anyone.