This story goes back a few years and is about an expierence I had with my live in girlfriend. We both enjoyed bondage and took turns tieing each other up. I would also tie myself up when I was home alone. Since we both worked different shifts, she worked during the day at an office as a secretary, I would wait for her to leave and then bring out my various belts, ties and a pair of her pantyhose. I had one pair of handcuffs that I had bought from a carnival and kept the key tied to a string so that I could always free myself whenever I wanted. I would gag myself with the pantyhose then tie myself so that when I closed the handcuffs on my wrist I was in a hogtied position on the floor. The string for the cuffs was always within easy reach and I would often spend hours enjoying my helplessness before freeing myself. One day ten minutes or so after I had started I heard the door knob rattle. I always locked the door for these times so I wouldn't be surprised. When I heard the key being used on the door I knew Shari had returned home. I felt foolish to say the least. There was no time to free myself and I knew I would have alot of explaining to do. When she entered the room she acted surprised but not overly so. "Oh my god what happened?" All I could do was answer a muted "mmmpph" as she stood staring down at me. She was all decked out for her job as she usually was wearing black stockings, heels and a short skirt to show off her incredible legs. She dropped her purse on a table in the room and walked over to me. As she approched me one of the bondage magazines I had layed out beforehand on the floor caught her I eye and she picked it up and started thumbing through it. I tried to signal her with my head and with as much sound as I could that the key was right there to free me with but she was obviously ingrossed in the pictures and ignored me. "This is so cool!" She said to herself as I reeled in the string inorder to retrieve the key. It's never easy unlocking the cuffs behind your back and it was harder still under this kind of pressure. "Oh hear, let me get that for you". She knelt down beside me and took the key in her fingers. "You don't really want to get free, do you? After you went to all this trouble?" she tapped me on the cheek with the key. I nodded my head "YES" "Well I don't think you do" she pouted sweetly, "I think you deserved to be punished" She grabbed another magazine up off the floor and still holding the key stood up and absently walked around the apartment floor until she stood directly in front of me. My meager attempts to get her attention were futile. "This is so cool" she giggled again. She dropped the magazine to the floor and after staring down at me for a few seconds walked over to the table and dropped the key into her purse. "I came back because I forgot my checkbook and ... I think I like you like this" she drawled sweetly. She pulled a cigarette and lighter from inside and than snapped the purse closed. She placed the bag high up on the mantel of the fireplace and walked over to sit in the chair closest to where my head lay on the floor. "I hope your comfortable because your going to be like this for a long time you know." as she sat, crossing her legs. I twisted around as best I could to look at her. This made her laugh. "Don't look so nervous this is going to be fun." and she stroked the tip of my nose with the toe of her shoe. She put down her cigarette and picked up the phone inorder to call in sick that day. And thats how I ended up four hours later still tied up and serving as a footstool to her and her two girlfriends as they drank marguaritas, smoked cigarrettes and argued over their favorite soapoperas. 

Beth and I had been to the movies and stoped at my house on the way home, she lived about 5 minutes away. We fooled around for a few minutes and she commented that she had to leave, her parents wanted her home before 11 and it was 1045. I told her to stay a little longer but she didnt want to get in trouble. "well what if I tied you up and kept you here against your will?" I asked. She smiled,"That wouldn't work, I'd just escape." I informed her that escape would be impossible. She laid back on the bed and said "It's a shame you don't have any rope or we could find out." With that I headed the closet and pulled out several pieces of rope. She smiled and crossed her wrist above her head. This was going to be fun. 

I tied her wrists together and to the headboard. I walked down to her feet, grabbed her ankles and slid her down on the bed to stretch out her arms. 

I tied her ankles together then ran a long piece of rope from her bound ankles to the frame under the bed, she was stretched out nicely. I strapped a belt around her legs just above her knees and stepped back to admire my work. Beth is about 5'7" 120lbs, gorgeous blue eyes, nice curves, and huge breasts. That night she had on jean shorts, a tight shirt that showed a little belly, and white socks. She struggled a bit and realized she was stuck. "Well, I cant get loose, but what if I scream?" she asked. I found two bandanas and rolled up one in a ball, "This will keep you quiet." She readily excepted the gag, but seemed a little concerned, she later told me she didnt expect me to be so into the tying game. The other bandana was tied around her mouth to keep the first in. She playfuly mmmpphhffed a little from behind her gag. Having her in my clutches I walked down to the foot of the bed. "let me make you more comfortable. I slowly pulled of each sock, brushing away some lint iner the toes on her left foot, her toes instintively curled. 

I climbed on top of her and kissed her in various places. she moaned with subtle pleasure. I moved down and began to suck on her toes. all i heard was "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" She was rarely barefoot around me and I had just found out why. Those feet were ticklish! I ran a finger up and down several times, she began to flail her bound body and contort her bound feet. Her eyes watered heavily and she strained to push her laughter through the gag. i untied her and let her rest. She was late coming home that night. Lucky for her no one noticed that she came home at 3 AM. The next day I went out and bought a camcorder, I had to start taping this stuff. 

Hello, my name is Carol. I finally plucked up the courage to post here. 

This story took place about 12 years ago when I was in college studying for my BSc in chemistry. It isn't an initiation or anything like that, just an incident that happened in college. In the second year, I shared an apartment with another girl, Sheila, studying Geography. We had discovered that we both had an interest in bondage games, stemming from the usual childhood games. 

During the week our lectures and practical sessions clashed heavily and there was no time when we were both free. On weekends, if we had nothing else scheduled, we would sometimes set up a private bondage session. We had a couple of bondage games but these were rather less than successful with only two players. Other times we would take turns or sometimes one would capture the other. Very occasionally, we would both be tied up, one tying the other and then getting into a self-bondage situation. Struggling to free each other added to the spice. 

One Saturday, Sheila had arranged to go to see a movie with friends (I'm not a movie fan) and my boyfriend had had to go home, so I was looking forward to a fairly boring day. I decided to try a self-bondage session on my own. I made sure the door was locked and my emergency escape knife was close to where my hand would be. I had decided on a spread-eagle on the bed. Preparation involved tying three cinch "noose" loops to the two bottom bed posts and one of the head posts. These, I will not be able to release without a free hand. At the other head post, I also used a cinch noose but instead of tying it to the bed, it was tied to a stocking in which I placed three ice cubes and passed the stocking through a small key ring. The stocking will not pull through the ring until the ice has melted and it provides a firm anchor for the fourth cinch noose. I expected the ice would keep me prisoner for between an hour and an hour and a half. 

I checked everything again and stripped down to my panties. For the tie up, I first slipped my ankles into the lower cinches and pulled them tight. I then ball-gagged myself, tightening the strap tightly behind my head. I placed a blindfold (actually the eye shades you get on the airplanes) on my forehead. I put my left hand through the fixed loop and tightened it. Now the moment of truth and the last chance to "chicken out". I pulled the blindfold down over my eyes and felt for the final loop held by the ice. I put my right hand in and pulled the noose tight. I was now tied down spread-eagled, gagged and blindfolded until the ice melted. The initial panic quickly turned into a thrill and I struggled vainly against the ropes before settling down to await my (imagined) fate. 

Blindfolded, the sense of time disappears but I guess I'd been tied for about 20 minutes, when horror of horrors, I heard the key in the apartment door turning! Who could it be? What could I do? The ice and ropes held me tightly and I hadn't time to use the knife. Relieved, I heard Sheila call out "Only me, come back for my coat." But then panic again, I heard other female voices with Sheila! She came into the bedroom to get her coat from the closet and after the surprise of seeing me, she said "What are you doing?" I couldn't answer, of course, the ball-gag did its job. I heard her move around the bed and she obviously spotted the ice release. She bent over and whispered "Don't worry, I'll cover for you, just play along." Then she called out "Hey guys, come and see what we have here." 

I heard the other girls (I think they were all girls) come in and after a few gasps, one I recognized to be Kate, said "Who did this to her? Let's get her untied quickly." Sheila said "No, it's probably OK. Most likely her boyfriend tied here up - he often does. One time, I came back and found him tying her up and when he'd finished, he grabbed me and tied me up too. He was very considerate - so my dress wouldn't get crushed, he took it off and tied me in my underwear! He then left us both hog-tied and went out. He was gone about 40 minutes but came back with Pizza for all of us and untied us when he returned." She then asked me "Did Steve tie you up?" I nodded yes. "OK, do you want to be left tied up?" Again I nodded yes. 

"OK," she said, "but I think we can have a little fun, don't you, girls?" They all agreed and I wondered what was to happen. I didn't have long to wait, they all began to tickle me and tease me in the way only girls know how! This went of for probably 15 minutes and then they decided it was time to go. 

Just before they left, Sheila again spoke up, "You know girls, Steve left Carol tied spread-eagled to the bed. What do you suppose he would think if he found her tied up somewhere else?" The traitor! The rat-bag! Surely she wouldn't? Would she? Yes, she would and yes, she did! 

Under Sheila's direction, they untied my ankles and tied my legs together at the ankles and knees. Then they released my wrists, one girl holding each arm. They pulled my arms behind me and tied my wrists crossed behind my back. One of the girls suggested hog-tying me but Sheila said no, because they didn't know how long Steve would be. Sheila knew right well that he wouldn't be coming. So they carried me to a comfortable chair in the lounge and tied my shoulders, waist and thighs to it. They finished by tying my ankles to the bar underneath. 

Having checked that I was OK and that the ropes were tight enough to hold me but not tight enough to constrict, Sheila said "Time to go, I hope Steve won't be too long. I'll be back by about 10 pm and it's just after 7 now." With that, I heard them leave. 

I struggled against the ropes for a while but to no effect, Sheila knew what she was doing when she tied me up. So I relaxed and sat back for the remaining 2-3 hours waiting for her to return. She arrived back home at round about 10 pm as she had said and untied me. As I went off for a nice relaxing bath, she said to me "You will remember you owe me a long bondage session, won't you?" 

I did remember and returned her "favour" a few weeks later. 

I know there are people who will say it is very dangerous to leave a bound captive, and of course, they are right. But when you are young, you do tend to do silly things. I thoroughly enjoyed my three hours captivity - much more exciting than my original plan. But with the wisdom of the years, I'd say don't leave your captives - it's too big a risk. 

That's my story. I hope you enjoyed it. 
Till next time … 

Carol. 

I decided to finally write this because I noticed there were others who had self-bondage experiences similar to my own. I've always had a fetish for bondage, tickling, and teasing. Even as a child, I could remember hoping Bruce banner (The Incredible Hulk) would be tightly restrained, or some other damsel in distress would soon appear on another episode. In college, I lived with 2 female friends. I had hard financial problems, and they let me live in her house nearly rent free. I can tell you that one of the girls is now my girlfriend and that there were some really kinky moments. However there were some pretty fun, intense, and rather tame moments as well.... Liz worked for a while in an adult lingerie/sex shop. She got some good lingerie and new toys every week to play with. She keeps a leather bag filled with rope, a set of handcuffs, several sets of velcro straps with padlocks, a ballgag, a padded blindfold, and some tape. I decided that I wanted to try a few positions I had seen in a bondage magazine and its website. Plus I just enjoy the feeling of being tied. (I hope this doesn't get me sensored) I stripped to my birthday suit this particular time. Since I had all day (Liz and Mary worked), I thought I would try many positions. I had the handcuff key and padlock keys freezing in a block of ice while I was practicing knots, gathering ideas, and planning my escape. The ice also had a string (not attached to the keys) freezing in it. The ice would melt, slide off the string and I could wait for the ice around the keys to melt before releasing myself. Good idea eh? The time had come a few hours later (by now it was about 11 am), and I decided I'd tie myself spreadeagled first to the bed. I tied the handcuffs to the heaboard using a long length of rope, making sure that the knots were NOT in reach. After measuring my extremities and distances on the bed, I attached the straps to the footboard. Whew...I was nervous. The straps enclosed my ankles, and I locked them in place with the padlocks. I tied the gag good and tight, then lay back and prepared my hands. The cuffs were a little far up the bed, but I thought, it won't be too bad to be stretched a little. I had already tied the long string to the canopy bar that was above my hands. I would have to stretch a little, but I could get to the keys once the ice melted. I figured, this will take about 3 hours or so. So I placed the blindfold on, strapped it in back, then strained to lock the cuffs around my wrists. "A little tight," I thought, but not uncomfortable. Man this was exciting. As I lay there, I tested my bonds, the gag, and really tried to get loose for about 30 minutes. Then I gave up and lay there exhausted but excited. You guys know, you have a million fantasies running through your mind at this point. AT that time, the phone rang. I laughed. Thinking to myself "Andy can't come to the phone right now. He's a little tied up." Then my stomach knotted. "Andy. This is Mary. Pick up if you are there. I guess you are not there. Just wanted to let you know I am coming home early and wanted to see if would go to the mall with me. I'll be home in about 20 minutes." CLICK! I struggled furiously. I rubbed the ice to get it to melt faster but no good. In my haste, the ice slipped from the string, out of my hands, and down my chest, finally resting a few inches from my right side. "Crap!" Just like clockwork, Mary arrives home. She calls out for me. Hearing my gagged "Mmmphh's" she opens the door and laughs. "What are you doing?" I mumbled into the gag and motioned toward the block of ice holding the keys. After removing my blindfold, she picks up the key and notices the string hanging from the canopy. "Oh I get it. The ice slipped off and you couldn't catch it." I nodded. "So I guess you'll be needing my help?" "I tell you what. It looks like the ice will melt from the keys here in about an hour. Let me eat lunch and watch the last half of my soap, then I'll come back in here." I shook my head NO! "Mmmpphh!!" "Too bad baby. You are the one tied up. Not me." She left the room, and closed the door. When she returned, she plopped down next to me. "I have decided to leave you here til Liz gets home. Since she won't be here til 5:30, which is about 4 hours, I'm gonna refreeze the keys and play with you." I was helpless and had no choice. For the next 4 hours, she essentially teased me and tickled me (I am HORRIBLY ticklish!!). Man this is long...Maybe I'll finish some other time. Sorry for the long story guys and girls. 

I guess I should share my very first bondage experience with you all. I am Sharon. I'm 26 now, but I was 19 when my first bondage experience happened. I am 5'7", 105 (a little thin), and I barely fill a b cup. My sophomore year in college found me rooming with a friend I had met at freshman orientation the previous year. Her name was Rochelle. She never knew of my interest in bondage. I would always try to quickly cover up the computer or click to another site if she came in the room, as I was looking at some damsel in distress sites. One night I wasn't quick enough. "What's that site about? Looks kinda cool." I blushed and replied "A site about women tied up and tickled." Rochelle asked" So you are into this eh? You ever been tied up?" I told her no and that it had always been a fantasy that I kept to myself. Then it happened..."You want me to tie you up on your bed Sharon?" My heart pounded..."Uh, I dunno." After some eprsuasion, I agreed. I met her in my room about 10 minutes later. She had assembled some rope, scarves, and tape. "You're gonna use all that on me?" I asked. She assured me that it was necessary to make the fantasy into a reality. Then she told me to strip to my panties, since the girl in that story I was reading was also in her panties. I reluctantly agreed. "You aren't gonna try anyting are you?" She told me that she wouldn't do anything like that...unless I wanted her to...winking at me. I only had thongs on that day, so needless to say I was barely covered. She had me place my palms together, then wound ducttape around my wrists about 10 times.Then she tied a rope over the tape and secured my arms above my head to the headboard. Then she stretched me out and pulled my legs apart. Heaven sakes I was nervous. I had never let a guy do this to me...much less a girl! Once my ankles weer secure, she asked me to squirm. I couldn't. She giggled, "Just relax. This'll be just like the story you were reading." It was then that I informed her I only wanted to be tied here like this for about 10 minutes. "Sure Sharon...whatever you say. I'll untie you whenever you tell me to, ok?" I agreed then asked her a DUMB question. "So what weer the scarves for? I kinda thought those would be used on my hands." She replied, "Oh I almost forgot..." Then without warning she balled one up and stuffed it in my mouth. "These are for your mouth Sharon...can't have you screaming." I tried to say. "No Rochelle, donnmmmhhppp!!" She tied 2 more around my head then put on 2 pieces of tape. "Oh gosh Shar, how are you gonna tell me to let you go with all that over your mouth?" She laughed. Mmmpphhh was all I could muster. She then informed me that since that story was about a woman being tickled, I should receive the same fate. I am horribly ticlkish! For the next 2 hours, she tickled me from head to toe leaving no spot in between untouched. I was so turned on, but yet so embarrassed. " Well..more later...

During my sophmore year I worked as a night janitor and security guard for the rec center at my college. One nigh one of the sororities on campus had had a party at the center. I noticed when they left they seemed to be in a funny mood. One even said "have fun later" to me but I thought she was just being a goof. About two hours later I went to close up and clean the place. After a while I got to the bathrooms and started to clean them up. One of the stalls in the men's room wouldn't open so I figured the girls had locked it from the inside just to be jerks. I bent down to slide under it but what did I see but a pair of high heels. I bent down further and noticed their owner's feet were tied together. I climbed up on the next stall and looked over and saw quite a sight. A very nice looking brunette was stiing on the toilet wearing nothing but panties, heels and about 100 feet of rope. There was a sign on her chest saying "Have fun big boy" and a bunch of duct tape wrapped around her mouth and eyes. I drank in the view for a couple of moments and then got to work on getting the door open. They hadn't kidded around. She had rope wrapped around her hands, elbows, knees, ankles, thighs and breasts and a very tight crotch rope keeping her hands pinned to her behind. Her gag was a bunch of duct tape wrapped all the way around her head and a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth as well. After I got her free she told me it had been an initiation rite and that her friends had said she'd be ok cause I was already taken. Actually I was available but daddy didn't raise me to be stupid. We both had a good laugh and I took her home. I wonder what she would have thought if she had known just how into bondage I was and how tempting it was for me to have some fun before I let her go. At least I actually got to resuce a damsel in distress. Not a bad nights work at all. 

Thought I’d pass this one along… I work in a professional school situated in large private university. My position is such that for some reason I have been given keys to just about everything in the buildings. At the time I had been here for about 2 years. One day I had been looking for a place to store some stuff and remembered that there was an unfinished basement room where a lot of furniture and stuff was stored. Anybody could get into it as it is not ever locked. There is another room off of it that is always locked and I was going down to check out that space to see if it fit my purpose. The janitorial staff used to have a cubical in the unlocked room and they had since vacated it, but the cubical was still there. I got down to the level it was on and see a hottie (good looking girl) rolling one of the TV/VCR sets we have into the storage place. I recognized her as a student and not a faculty or staff member. That was slightly unusual as it had come from one of the video rooms. I assumed that the room was in use, but that piece of equipment wasn’t and she needed it. The other thought that occurred to me was, since we had had some stuff stolen from that room before, and since there was a back stairway into the storage area, that someone might be trying to liberate a piece of equipment. I started to walk back to the storage space and heard multiple voices in there, One of them said something about setting it up and that set my mind at ease as to potential theft. Not wanting to interrupt, I decided to come back later. I went back to my office and started doing other stuff. Then my subconscious said WAKE UP STUPID. There are about seven other rooms down on that floor that can be used as student conference rooms. Why would they take the TV/VCR back to the unfinished room? There are about a billion other places to go to watch a video. So I decided to investigate. I went down the back stairs to the bottom level and was about to open the door and barge in when I looked through the small window in the door. Here’s where it gets good… Through the window I could see into the cubical, a spot that would be hidden from anyone walking in the normal way. There were four girls in there. Two of them were nearly naked and being tied up. Poing!! Cardiac alert!! Actually one of them was tied and the other was being tied. They were both blond and very attractive. I could judge this because they had very little clothing on. They were both standing. One, near as I could tell, was totally tied and the other was being tied. The room was littered with articles of clothing. The one who was in the middle of being tied was wearing nothing but a very tight copper colored bodysuit. It was such that I had left very little to the imagination. Her back, sides and tush were almost totally naked. Her hands were tied behind her back with some kind of strappy stuff. Her knees were tied with the same stuff. The one girl who I had seen was tying her bare feet together. Both of the tie-ees were looking a little worried but they were not gagged and were not protesting visibly. The other girl was wearing a flesh colored bodysuit (I initially thought she was naked) Which covered a little more than the other girls, and nude thigh high hose. Both of the tie-ers were wearing short skirts, hose, heels and blouses. I am thinking ‘What the hell is going on!’. One of the tie-ers walks over and starts the tape. I can kinda see the TV. It is at an angle, but I can make out the screen. There are a couple of greek letters on it at first. Ah Ha!! A sorority initiation. Now this is the kind of stuff you hear about, even fantasize about, but do you ever think it will really happen? Hell No! Every so often the tied girls say something . Sometimes one of the tie-ers picks up something off the desk. One thing looks like a diploma. One is a big key. Then one of the girls pauses the video. The other one of the tie-ers reaches onto the desk (where I can’t see), and gets some stuff. It looks like gagging stuff. There are two smallish nerf balls and what looks like wads of cloth in the middle of stockings. The two tie-ees seem to accept the gags without any complaints. They are both made to sit on the floor, which has an area rug on it. Here they are tied even tighter. Black ropes are run above and below their tits and a rope is pulled from their knees to this rope, bending their legs. Then a long piece of rope is folded and wrapped around their waists. and pulled between their thighs, to their hands and then down to their ankles. WoW!! In case you are wondering they are all taking this rather seriously and have not even looked in my direction. Not to mention that the little space I am standing in is very dark and the other room is well lit. I am also hunched down. This kind of stuff you fantasize about. This is the kind of stuff girls tell you would never happen when you bring it up. Wrongo! The two pledges are struggling a little now. When the tie-ers are done they start the tape again. A female comes on and says something. and then the screen goes blue with big numbers on it. The first is a ten. The tiers start tickling the hell out of the tie-ees. The one the hose seems to resist. The one in the copper colored bodysuit is obviously very ticklish. The one tie-er gets a feather and starts tickling the stocking feet of the one girl. This does it. She starts thrashing. The numbers on the tube are counting down, in minutes. At around the two minute mark the female comes back on the screen and says something. Both of the tie-ers say something and then reach up and expose the breasts of the two girls. This makes them struggle even more. Their bare breasts are then tickled. When the countdown reaches zero the two tie-ers stop tickling. The girl comes back on the screen and says something for a while. The tie-ers start picking up the tie-ees clothing and start putting them in to a gym bag. The video seems to end with the onscreen female smiling and waving. Then…. A porno flick starts. One involving bondage!! The two pledges start struggling a little when they realize they are not being let loose. One of the tie- ers takes some stuff out of the bag. One looks like a pair of VERY brief cut-offs and the other is a pair of stretchy looking very brief whatever’s (they look like something a stripper would have worn). The tie-er says something to the pledges and lays the skimpy garments on the desk. Then the other tie-er picks up two blindfolds (the for real kind you use when you want to sleep and it is too light). She proceeds to now blindfold the struggling pledges. They are about to leave and look around the room, and I almost get spotted. When I pop back up the two tie-ers are leaving and I watch the other girls struggle. And what an epic struggle it is. They can both barely move and all their assets are highlighted. After about a half an hour one manages to untie the other. It occurs to me that if they were tied to something, or separated, they would have never gotten loose. In a couple of minutes they are free and putting their tits back in place. Now they have a discussion in which they try and use the phone on the desk (obviously it didn’t work). The finally resign themselves to putting on what was left for them, although the one does remove her stockings. Even with the very brief garments on they are still almost naked and have no shoes either. They remove the Vid cassette. And look…at the door to the back stairs. I run up the stairs to the second floor, where I know they will come out as it is the only floor that has an exit. I pretend to be doing something. It takes a long time. I thought they might have gone up a different way. But they finally do come up. The one in the copper is wearing the black thing and the one it the flesh covered bodysuit is wearing the cutoffs. They walk in their bare feet across the length of the building and to the door, where I seem them leave. The sorority complex is just across the street, but I know the looks they are getting. Everyone is looking at the nearly naked girls walking to the houses. 

When I was nineteen I entered the University in my home town. University life was very different from that at my previous school (senior high school for all you Americans). My former school had been a rather posh, upper-class type of school, and as I came to the University I entered an entirely new world, and met people I would never have dreamt of even talking to before. One of my best friends that first year was a guy we can call John. He was one step from being a "hippie", but he actually wore a poncho occasionally. John lived with his mother in a small apartment in an old house that was in the backyard of a larger apartment building. The tenants of these two houses formed some sort of collective, where they shared chores and had dinners together. Many of them were artist-types or musicians. John’s mother worked for some sort of relief-organization and spent more time in Peru or Angola, than at home, something that suited us fine. It was the interest in music that brought us together, and eventually we formed a band, performing poorly, but having a very good time. Another interest we both had, was the love of tying up girls. Since my teens I had had very few, if even any experiences of bondage. I couldn’t find anyone who shared my interest, mainly because I never dared to ask. John lived a very active sexual life. He changed girlfriends very often, and many were the girls coming and going in his apartment, and to his parties. With his mother away so often, and with neighbours that didn’t mind, parties at Joe’s were very regular. The guy living below was a piano-player at a bar, and never home before two at night, but the best thing was the neighbour next-door. He was a professional magician and escape-artist, not very famous, but struggling hard to make a name for himself. He was actually an Englishman, but called himself something Russian. Now and again Mr. K. would ask me and John to assist him in his practices. He practiced up in the big attic of the house. Once we were asked to suspend him up-side-down, him wearing a strait-jacket! (Imagine that J.!) It was during one of these training-sessions where we assisted Mr. K. , (I think he was trying to get out of a box at the time), that we came to look through his assortment of equipment. Mr. K. had hand-cuffs and many of them, he had miles of rope, chains and other "nasty" things. One thing led to another and John and I discovered that we both liked to tie girls up. After discussing this for a while we both admitted that we liked being tied up ourselves as well, but preferably by a girl. John told me that he had tied some of his girlfriends up, but none of them had liked it very much. We decided to make a plan so that we would find some girls that would go along with this. John’s propositions for likely candidates were two girls he knew, named Anna and Christine. At a party at one of the University Fraternities, he had seen these two girls being tied to chairs during some game, and they seemed to have liked it. We decided to invite the girls over one night, and introduce them to some tying. This was in the spring-term of our first year at University. John and I had met the two girls at the cafeteria several times, and at the fraternity-pub at evenings also. They seemed to enjoy our company, and we were careful not to flirt too much. John’s reputation was well-known, and I suppose I was considered a rather shy, but likable guy. After meeting Anna and Christine a number of times John finally asked them over to his apartment for a Saturday night. As customary in student-circles at that time, the girls were to bring their own drinks. They arrived promptly at seven, looking great. Christine, who wanted to be called Chris, had dark-brown hair, cut rather short in the neck, but with the same length at the sides and in front. She had very dark-blue eyes and an ever-smiling beautiful mouth. Anna had blonde, short hair, and blue eyes. Both girls wore faded Levi’s and T-shirts with shirts over. They had sneakers and white sports-socks. They kicked off their shoes in the hall and entered the small living-room. They had brought a bottle of wine each, and John and I stuck to beer. We started socializing, and soon the spirits were high. After some hours John popped the crucial question: "Anyone for a game of poker?" They were both a bit tipsy, and as John explained his version of strip-poker, they both giggled, but accepted the challenge. We were to play in teams, girls vs. guys, and both hands and winning-tricks counted on the score-sheet. The player holding least points at the end of every round would have to take an item of clothing off. The loser could escape that, but only by choosing a punishment instead. A punishment decided by the winner. The winner could drop the punishment and instead put on an item of clothing he or she had lost earlier. We went into the kitchen, bringing our drinks, and the game started. Both Anna and Chris were terrible cardplayers. They giggled and chatted about their hands. The first two rounds went to us, and soon the girls had their socks off. This was going great! The third round was lost by me and I was barefoot too. The fourth and fifth round saw Chris as the loser and she first removed her shirt, but then hesitated. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, so she didn’t want to take her T-shirt off just yet. She chose to take a punishment. John was the winner of that round and he ordered Chris to kiss Anna on the mouth. Chris did so, and I wished I had been her… The game went on and after several more rounds we were in different stages of being undressed. Chris still was in jeans and T-shirt, but had taken several punishments, such as eating yogurt with mustard, running out in the street and sounding like a chicken and tasting Swedish chewing-tobacco. Anna was in her panties and T-shirt, John had his shirt off and I had only lost my socks so far. It was about time to put our plan to work. When Chris lost the next round I was the winner. Again she chose punishment instead of losing an item of clothing. I went into John’s bedroom and got a box of things we had borrowed from Mr. K. - the not-so famous, but inventive magician and escape-artist. -I will tie your hands behind you, I told Chris. And you will not be released until you win a round. Chris giggled and said: -How can I play cards with my hands tied? -Anna will help you, I told her. Chris obliged and turned around, placing her hands behind her back. I got a fine cotton-rope out and proceeded to tie her hands. I tied three loops around each wrist, then criss-crossed the rope a couple of times in between her hands, and finally cinched the rope and tied it off. She flexed her hands and felt how tight the rope was, and the sat down again. We played another round and Chris lost again. This time it was time for her feet. She happily lifted her feet off the floor, and I tied them together using the same kind of rope. We continued to play, and Chris didn’t seem to mind being tied hand and foot at all. The next round had Anna as winner, and she decided to put her jeans back on, sensible girl. Unfortunately for the girls this was the last win for them. Next round went to us, with John as winner, and Anna had her hands tied behind her. This presented a problem, how would they be able to continue, when they both had their hands tied behind them? We decided to declare ourselves as winners of the game, and we told them we could decide the final punishment for them. Both Anna and Chris accepted this, and now we could do what we wanted with them. We tied Anna’s feet together and told them to hop into the bedroom. Both girls started hopping, looking great as they slowly made their way to John’s big bed. Once sitting on the bed we started tying them up really good. We tied their arms and legs, and then hog-tied them. Finally we gagged them with bandanas holding pieces of cloth in their mouths. We told them they would have an hour to get free. Both girls squirmed on the bed and made qute little sounds. Their eyes were huge above their gags, and you could see how they enjoyed this. With two good-looking girls hog-tied on the bed, bare feet in the air, we just couldn't resist the temtation, so we tickled their feet and sides for a while, making them grunt and giggle behind their gags. They did not get free on their own, so we had to release them after an hour. Both girls said this had been a funny game, and they wanted to play it again another time.

I know you folks don't like listening to guys being tied up (hey I don't really like reading the stories myself), but I have an interesting self bondage story I feel I should share. The following is true. Only the names have been changed. There is mention of nudity, but no sex, ok guys? I'm Bob. I have been into bondage/self-bondage since I can remember. It's a way of life for me. My girlfriend Sue and I have a great time experimenting with bondage. I actually got the idea of how to make my own spreader bar from a self-bondage website. Anyway...I decided one day to make this spreader bar. Sue and I were arguing after work one day (about what? I can't even recall). We went by Lowe's She waited in the car, I went in to make my purchases: 2 4' dowels, a packet of eyebolts, a package of padlocks/keys, 2 2'pieces of chain, and 1 3' piece of chain. I still wonder if anyone knew what I was up to...nah! Anyways, we didn't say much on the ride home. We talked a little more at home, while she began studying and making her phone calls, and I began making my spreader bar. If you wanna know how I made it, ask, and I'll post later. Once complete, I stripped and went to her bedroom (her bed is much better to use than mine, and yes, we live together). At first I experimented with the bar, handcuffs, and chains. I called her in to show her a few things, she liked it, and asked if I could hogtie myslef in some way. I told her we could try but it wouldn't really be a hogtie.(I had already tied a piece of rope around my C and B's as a kind of leash...makes it more exciting for some reason). I basically instructed her how she could tie me. I spread my legs and we padlocked my velcro ankle straps to the ends of the bar (yes, 48"! May I suggest to you all a 3' bar instead of 4'). I took a length of chain and ran it around my waist. There, I placed my hands behind my back and had her cuff them and padlock them to the chain. Then we ran a chain from my hands to an eyebolt in the center of the bar and padlocked it. My hands were now effectively immobile. Then she starts up about whatever we argued about earlier. Once things kinda calm down, she says "well struggle in that for a while, I need to read." I told her I only wanted to stay like this for about 15 minutes. She responded coldly "Yeah, whatever." as she left the room. Then she comes in and tells me she is going to a friends for a few hours (amongst the continuing bickering). She grabs some rope, ties the spreader bar to the bed, then blindfolds me. All this time, I am begging her not to leave me. Guys, I was scared, especially since we had been arguing. She told me to shut up or she'd gag me. I didn't think she would, so I genuinely begged for release. She slams my ball gag in my mouth and tighten the straps. "Oh yeah, forgot about your penis leash." as she ties it taught to the center eyebolt. Then she fastens a collar around my neck and ties it to the footboard (I am facing the foot of the bed). I really can't move much at all. Finally she slaps my ass real hard and tells me this outta teach me a lesson. I continue screaming into the gag as she turns out the light, closes her door, gets her books, and leaves. Anyway, she returned about 2 1/2 hours later. I won't go into detail about what happened. She took breaks and tortured me, tickled me, and teased me as she continued to study. Then let me go about 6 hours later. Thank God I didn't have to work the next day. Since then we have discussed the incident. I told her it was exciting, but I didn't like her doing that in genuine(not pretend) anger and I didn't think it was safe for her to leave me in that situation (after all, she took ALL the keys with her). She understood and we have as a result expanded our bounds with each other with a little communication. Hope you all like...

I'm glad some more stories were written. I liked yours Bob. SOunds like something I'd do. Now I'll share another self bondage/discovery story about me and Rochelle. This one occurred several months after my last story. During that time, I had perfected my technique and enjoyed many hours in bondage without any interruptions or having Rochelle walk in on me. This weekend, Rochelle and her friends Beth (5'11", red head, 160, kinda stocky girl basketball build) and Tammy (6'0", statuesque, jet black hair, gorgeous muscular, lean body...for a girl that is ) were headed to a cabin at one of the state parks. Rochelle left Friday morning and told me Tammy and Beth would meet her later, and they'd be back Sunday night. Yes! a weekend of self-bondage, experimenting, and web surfing. Soon after she left, I put on my leather thongs, matching garter, thigh highs, and heels, and leather top (all from Frederick's). Then I got online; looking at pics, reading stories, etc. I found a story where a girl used a clock-release during a self-bondage session. So I thought, why not? I took the face off of a small travel clock I own, plugged it in and attached just the handcuff key to the hand. I put it on top of my bookcase, made sure the key would fall where I soon would be bound on the floor, then set the time for about 11:30. This meant about 4 hours or so of delicious self-bondage. Then, I stripped, except for the garter, thigh highs, and heels. I put a plug and dildo inside me, then ducttaped my buttcheeks, since I didn't have a chastity belt (he-he!). Next I added a set of nipple clamps, but didn't tighten them that much. This was the first time I got bold to put them on myself. Next, I used some straps to wrap around my ankles, above my knees, and then my upper thighs. The straps were leather, 3.5", and each had it's own padlock. I kept those keys on my bed. I then gagged myself, locking it on, and placing the kay on the bed with the others. I was unsure about the clock-release, being my first time, so I decided on cuffing my hands behind my back and applying a loose hogtie with a chain running from my cuffs, to my ankle straps. I could move around a bit, but I still had to wait on that key. The next 3 1/2 hours were great, I drifted from fantasy to fantasy. I looked up and saw I had about 20 minutes or so until the key would slide down to the floor. At that time, the front door opened and I heard voices! It was Tammy and Beth! What were they doing here?? Ok, just keep quiet. My car is in the shop, but they don't know that, so they'll think I'm not here. They walked past my door several times. Then I heard Beth, "You think Sharon has an extra pillow?" Tammy said, "Let's look in her room. She's not here, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind. We'll just leave her a note." My blood froze! They entered the room, looking down at me, and gasping in unison, "Omigod!".....Ta-ta for now. Keep those stories coming!!! Once I see 3 more stories on here (good stories), then I'll finish mine. Later guys...

Hello people, I returned from a long vacation to a load of work. I am finally posting again. I have always been into bondage, but not for the most popular reason, chilhood games, but rather the lack thereof. Anyways, when I was in college I had a small collection of bondage gear, such as a ballgag, two sets of handcuffs, anklecuffs, and an assortment of bondage magazines. The ballgag was locking, so even if I could get out of my handcuffs, I couldn't get the gag off. I felt pretty weird wandering around the dorm in only the ballgag, waiting for the ice to melt around the key. I digress. I lived in a single dorm, and my girlfriend lived with another girl in a dorm just down the hall. She kept a key to my dorm and I hers in case we needed something. I had a date with her later on one night, so I had some time on my hands. My girlfriend, we'll call her Samantha, didn't know about my thing with bondage, and, as a matter of fact, I had planned to tell her that night, but I wouldn't be able. Don't worry, she found out.

Sorry that it has been a while but that job thing, keeps getting in the way. Anyways, after reading more updated and new stories, its time that I apply my experiences to the forum. Here it goes. It was between my high school graduation summer and 1st year of university. I spent alot of time at our local pool and began dating one of the lifeguards. She was preparing for her 2nd yea of university and we hit it off. AFter several dates, I decided to let her in on my secret fantasy and she how she would react. After dinner and a movie, we returned to her place and settled in to watch some tv. During our conversation (which included past experiences) I asked her if she had ever been tied up before. To my surprise, she answered "Yes, by her brothers when they had to babysit her years ago." I asked her about boyfriends and she asked me if I was trying to take this somewhere. I told her how I would love to have her wearing her swimsuit and bound for me to enjoy. Again to my amazement, she said it sounded like a good idea and went to her bedroom. She called me up and when I went through the door, there she stood wearing her black one piece speedo swimsuit and high heels. As I approached her, she told me to take off my shirt and turn around. I asked why and she answered that since she was in the swimsuit, she was going to be the one in control. I took my shirt off and she proceeded to tie my hands behind my back with a pair of pantyhose (man I love the feeling) She next bound my elbows together with a strapless bra that is proved to be quite an effective restraint. Next she removed my jeans and bound my ankles and knees with more panyhose and a couple of belts. She informed me that it was about time she got even for all the times her brothers had tied her up and she push me down on her bed. At this point, I got worried. She asked me why I wanted her in her swimsuit and the only thing I could think of was she looked good in it. She then pulled another pair of panyhose over my head (Like a bank robber) and stuffed a pair of fresh panties in my mouth using the legs of the pantyhose to scure them in. Standing back she smiled and informed me that I was in for some new experiences and she left the room. About 15 min later, she returned dressed in a bikini and carring a pair of scissors and her one piece. She then sat beside me and asked if I had anything that I wanted to see. I answered mmmmmmmmmmm and she proceeded to blindfold me by placing her one piece over my head like a mask and securing it with some duct tape. I then felt her cutting away and my shorts and it was a pleasurable evening. We stayed together for several years before jobs forced us to separate. I enjoyed many more experiences with her and may write more if you like. PS... to our gals that like to bind. Its amazing how many things you can wear on a date can end up being a great binding and gagging tool. 

My girlfriend Kelly told me this story about when she was trying to get into a sorority a couple of years ago. As part of the initiation, she was led into the basement of the house and blindfolded. Then she was led over to some kind of table that had stocks on either end for her wrists and ankles. After she had been secured, she was told that she would be tickled for the next 30 minutes. She was allowed to laugh, but if she in any way asked them to stop during the 30 minutes, she would not be accepted into the sorority. Her socks and shoes were removed and they started with her feet, which I know aren't very ticklish. She said that she giggled a little but that was it. After a minute they switched to her underarms. She had been told to wear a sleaveless shirt and now she knew why. Her underarms were slightly more ticklish, but not by much. Kelly said that at that point she figured that she would have no problem lasting 30 minutes. Her mind quickly changed when she felt her shirt being pulled up. I know for a fact that she is very ticklish on her belly, because the few times I have tried to playfully tickle her, she would jump and order me not to tickle her there again. She didn't know for sure what they used to tickle her but she thinks it was a feather that started making tiny circles all over her belly. She said that after only a couple of minutes they placed a large pillow under her back, which forced it into an arch and stretched her belly tight, making it even more ticklish, or so she said. The 30 minutes seemed to go on forever and after a while, the feather was replaced with several fingers that tested her entire belly for the most ticklish areas. At one point, she felt fingers pulling on the skin surrounding her navel, stretching it open so that some kind of tiny object could be inserted. She said this was the most unbearable part yet as the object tickled and poked all around inside her bellybutton. Finally, the tickling stopped. She said that she'd had to bite her lips in order to keep from begging them to stop. Her throat ached from laughing and her stomach muscles were sore as well. But, she had passed the test and was accepted. The next year it was her turn to do the tickling, but the girl gave up after only a couple minutes of foot tickling. 

Hello again, I've had a number of requests to post the sequel to my first story, so let's give it a try. You will recall that the events took place while I was at college. I shared a small two room apartment with my friend Sheila and we discovered a mutual interest in bondage. 

In my first story, Sheila had gone out for the evening with a couple of friends and I had settled down to a self-bondage session, with my escape controlled by melting ice cubes. Sheila had returned unexectedly and had discovered my secret. In "helping" me to cover up, she had persuaded her friends that my boyfriend had tied me up while he went out for pizza or whatever and had suggested they re-tie me to a chair in the living room. There I had been tied for some hours until Sheila returned and eventually freed me. She said I owed her a session sometime. 

Well, my chance came about three or four weeks later. It was one of those drizzly Sundays we get occasionally, when it doesn't really stop raining all day. Sheila and I had been to a party the previous night. It was my turn to drive, so I'd stuck to the Coke all night while she had been free to hang one one. I awoke quite early on the Sunday morning and Sheila was still sound asleep - "sound" being the operative word - I think it was her deep snores that woke me! 

Anyway, I looked over to her bed and she was sleeping on her tummy and both arms were free by her sides. Here's my chance, I thought. So I crept across and very gently lifted her hands behind her back, crossed them and very carefully looped a rope around them. She stirred as I pulled the rope tight and knotted it but by then it was too late! She woke and said "Hey, what are you doing?". "I owe you one, you said," I replied. She put up a token struggle but eventually gave in when I gagged her with her panties and a scarf. 

I tied her legs and went off to get a shower and put the coffee on. When I came back, I asked her if she was OK with a session and she nodded yes. I rolled her over and replaced the rope round her wrists with plastic cable tie handcuffs in front. I untied her legs and removed her gag and she went off to the bathroom for her morning routine. When she was through, we had breakfast, with her hands still cable tie cuffed. 

After breakfast, I took her back to the bedroom and re-tied her hands behind her, side by side and cinched. More rope around her elbows, not quite pulled together, then her ankles and above her knees, again cinched. I put a ventilated ball gag (home made, a plastic ball with 1 mm holes drilled all around it and a rope through the middle) in her mouth and then rolled her over while I explained the plan for the day. 

Our apartment (this is really too grand a term!) had previously been occupied by someone with a fairly long term sports injury and it had a bolt in the ceiling above Sheila's bed that had been used for one of those trapeze frames to help the injured occupant to haul himself up. This, of course, was very strong, right through the ceiling joist. We never used it for full suspension (we couldn't afford the safety cuffs) but we did use it to lift arms or legs off the bed, leaving the full body weight on the bed. Today, I planned to use it in that way! 

I told Sheila that I was going to hog-tie her and use the bolt to raise her legs and arms. She protested as best she could but it was again, a token protest. I told her she would be there for quite a while because I planned to finish off my interupted self bondage spreadeagle, with about two hours worth of ice cubes in the release mechanism. She once more struggled but resigned herself to her fate. I lay her on her tummy again and pulled her legs up to her wrists and looped them together, not too tight. A final length of rope through the ceiling bolt was then looped around the hog-tie rope and I hauled her legs and arms up to form a bow shape. I checked that she thought she could cope with the strain and gave her a red ball to hold with a string through the ceiling rope to a small weight. Releasing the ball would let it run up to the ceiling as a signal that she was in trouble with cramps or whatever and needed to be freed. 

I let her watch me make the preparation for my spreadeagle (see the earlier story) and when all was ready, I blindfolded her. I put my knife on a string at the bottom of the bed (I could pull it to me and cut myself free in an emergency if the ice wasn't melted yet) and got into my self imposed restraints. My legs were spread to the corners of the bed, about 3'6" apart. I put on a ventilated ball gag like Sheila's and finally slipped my hands through the wrist nooses held by the ice cubes. I couldn't use a blindfold because I needed to be able to watch for Sheila's safety ball. I tugged on the wrist ropes to tighten them and check that they were held by the ice; they were. I lay back to wait for the ice to melt, struggling against the wrist and ankle ropes from time to time, to no effect of course, but just for the fun of it. 

We were both dressed in just our panties, it was a warm day despite the rain. It was nearly three hours before the ice finally melted enough to release one of my wrists. I untied myself and gently lowered Sheila to the bed. I released her hogtie and removed her gag and gave her a drink but didn't free her further. About 30 minutes later, I replaced Sheila's ropes with simple handcuffs and we both relaxed for an hour or so. 

I made us both some late lunch, which Sheila ate in the cuffs. Then I got her dressed and recuffed her hands behind her. I put her rain cape over her shoulders and took her down to the local supermarket for provisions. I don't think anyone noticed that she was in handcuffs - if they did, they didn't say anything. For the journey too and from the store, she was, of course, gagged and I tied her legs. When we got home, we decided to call it a day and got ready for an evening out at the students' union bar with friends. 

Sheila later said she'd had a great day and we must do it again sometime but actually, we never did. We still see each other occasionally but neither of us has shared our experiences - until now - and yes, I did ask if it was OK to post the story and she agreed. 

Hope you enjoyed it. I've only one other story worth telling but I'm not sure if this is the right venue. It wasn't a college story but one from senior high school, when we were about 17 or 18. It's a story about a bet a group of girls made on the result of the school soccer final - I lost! If I get time to write it up, I'll maybe post it and Canuck can delete it if not appropriate for this forum. 

Keep having fun - but play safe! 

Carol and I were graduate students at a large state university out in the sticks. She was studying psychology while I was into engineering. Although we were pretty serious about our studies we managed to find time for our relationship, too. Not as much time as I would have liked, considering how crazy I was about Carol, but she was a very independent person. You might say I was her slave. Not in a crazy sort of way. But the fact was that she owned me. I’d do anything for her, anything she asked - and she knew it. Carol loved for me to tie her up. We’d get into these deep telephone conversations where she’d tell me all about her day and what she’d learned and what new idea she was thinking about. And she’d let me know when we would be able to get together next. “Are you bringing the green bag?” she’d sometimes ask. The “green bag” was an old gym bag that I used to carry whatever creative restraining items I could think of. I put lengths of cotton rope, tape, plastic ties, torn lengths of bed sheets and the like in this bag. Whatever interesting thing I might find to add to the variety - to make her happy. Whenever I came to her place with the green bag her eyes would light up, she’d give me a knowing smile - and she’d dive back into her books and make me sit on the couch and watch TV for an hour or more while I sat and fidgeted. When she was finally ready, she’d sit next to me, kiss me on the cheek and we’d just sit and watch the TV set. At these times it was like she was in another world. I used to try to talk to her but she’d softly say “Shhhhh” while she moved closer and pulled my arm around her. I never knew what was going through her mind as we just sat there and watched whatever was on. She seemed strangely content. And when she was happy I felt happy and content, too. She was the master. Then, when something or other moved her she would lean forward, pull her legs up on the couch and position her belly over my legs. Once settled, she’d pull her arms back behind her back and cross them at the wrists. (Actually there were several different “signals”.) And the night had begun. I always wondered about Carol. She was like nobody I had ever known. My name was Mr. Confusion. Many years later a trusted female friend told me she thought that Carol probably needed to feel held close and that the restraints probably intensified that feeling. And she also needed to feel in control. That’s why she always had to be in charge of the relationship. A typical psychology student if there ever was one, I suppose. All I know is that the day she graduated was one of the saddest of my life. We drifted apart after that. Actually we split apart as she went her way into the world. Sometimes I think she must have really loved me although she could never really express it. Other times I just didn’t know… Carol and I had many adventures. We loved to go camping and hiking and boating. We were real outdoor types. As an engineer, I would tell her how things worked. She would try to explain to me how people worked. Of our adventures I guess one that really sticks out in my mind was the time when Carol was house sitting for her advisor. Her advisor taught several of the intro psyche courses and Carol was responsible for grading of all the tests and papers. Her advisor had a beautiful home out in the country about 5 miles from campus. It sat on about 20 wooded acres on a hill overlooking the valley below where the school was. Unfortunately, her advisor’s ex-wife lived several hundred miles away and he was spending the weekend at the coast with his kids at the beach. The house had a beautiful heated pool in the back. Although it wasn’t a particularly cold night, the steam coming off the water heading up to the clear night sky made for a surreal scene. Carol and I loved the freedom of swimming naked in the warm water. Since his property was fairly remote there all alone in the woods there wasn’t really any need for swimsuits. I stepped out while Carol continued to swim laps. I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around myself and headed inside - to get the green bag. Yes, I hadn’t forgotten my bag! I walked back outside to Carol’s and my lounge chairs and put the bag between them. Then I sat and watched her gracefully swim back and forth, back and forth. Carol was a great swimmer. Eventually she must have gotten tired because she stepped out of the pool, grabbed the towel off her chair and dried herself off. As she did she noticed the bag between the seats. “What’s that doing here?” she said with a big grin. Then she wrapped the towel around herself and sat down on the edge of the chair with her arms stretched out towards me and her wrists crossed looking at me with mock defiance. I smiled, brushed her hair back, grabbed the bag and moved behind her. I pulled her arms behind her back and had her hold the elbow of the opposite arm with her hands crossing her arms at the small of her back. Then I looped a single piece of rope around the center to keep them in place. I wrapped a length of rope looping it twice around her arms and body just above her breasts. The towel got in the way so I lowered it to her waist. I then took another length of rope and looped it below her breasts, tightening it tightly behind her. With another length of rope I fashioned a necklace that I tied to the rope above her breasts and then a length between her breasts to the rope below them. I then tied a rope between her arms and her back to the bottom rope, securing her arms firmly. Finally I tied her arms behind her back to the harness with a length of rope making her upper body immobile. Carol would lean into me or rub up against me as I worked, flashing me a shy smile. I then took a piece of cloth and rolled it into a ball. Carol opened her mouth wide to accept it. I then fastened a piece of tape over her mouth and to keep the gag in place. With a torn piece of bed sheet I blindfolded her. I then gently guided her to a standing position. As I did the towel fell away. I walked her over to the grass, laid the towel on the ground and had her lay on her belly on it. She moved her waist from side to side slowly moving her free legs back and forth in the air. At this point I tied a length of rope around each of her ankles leaving the ends free. I then helped her to a kneeling position where I tied the ends of each rope over each thigh looping the rope up and back until there were no ends hanging out. She silently moaned and swayed as I sat next to her. I felt a pang of guilt when I noticed the Goosebumps over her skin. I had forgotten that Carol was more sensitive to the cold that I was. Glancing around the pool I saw something that gave me an inspiration – a big orange life preserver the advisor had around for his kids hanging from the wall. I told Carol I’d be back in just a second. She nodded. I grabbed the life preserver and came back, Carol still tightly bound on her knees, swaying, shivering a little, with Goosebumps. The live preserver was the type that with the floats up front and around behind the neck. I carefully put it over Carol’s head making sure not to tangle her hair in it. Then I tightly fastened it together at the front and with the belt around her waist. Carol made a few question-sounding nasal noises and giggles as I firmly tightened the orange life preserver around her. Then I lifted her up and carried her over to the shallow end of the pool where there were steps descending into the water. I laid her in the water and watched as her center of gravity settled and she began to float. She began to move around a bit, the best she could helpless and weightlessly floating in the water. She moved her legs back and forth a bit like scissors, slowly moving a little toward the deeper end. Finally she settled back and quietly bounced up and down with the waves in the water, pushing her arms against the ropes in an attempt to turn. I pulled her over and kissed her on the forehead and she relaxed. She relaxed in a leaning back position, her legs spread comfortably at about 90 degrees, moving her waist back and forth, letting the pool’s heated water warm her. I began to swim around her, softly splashing her from behind. “Hnnnnnn” she would quietly whine. I put on some swimming goggles and started to dive around and below her. It was quite a view from underneath as Carol swayed back and forth, rhythmically moving her tied legs back and forth. Just for fun I let out a lung full of air beneath her. You could see her surprise as the bubbles hit her weightless body, running up and past her toward the water’s surface. Instinctively she closed her legs and tensed up - and after realizing what had happened she slowly opened them again and relaxed. She knew I would always be there. I sensed that she trusted me completely. And that she was loving every minute – although she would never tell me that. As you can imagine I had a very memorable evening. I won’t go into too many more details because I’m probably on the edge of this forum’s guidelines as it is. Thanks to everyone for sharing and letting me share. If you’d like me to share more of our adventures please let me know. I’d love to hear your comments - especially if you have insight into Carol. 

Again, thanks for your great story. 

Now, let me ask a question: I see pleas on this site for more contributions from those of us who read. As I indicated before, I don't have any such reminiscences to relate (I've been happily married to a bondgage-loving babe for over ten years, but there's really no good stories to tell); so (apart from thanking you all), what would you like us "lurkers" to do? I'd be glad to contribute what I can, but I don't want to turn this into a "fantasy" page (there are plenty of those!). 

One idea does occur to me: we could set up a Yahoo club for "College and University Bondage Stories", and everyone could join (it's all anonymous, of course-- you just create a "profile" for yoursef, pick a name, etc.); there would then be a place for posting stories, pictures for those who care to, leave messages for each other, and even chat. It may sound like too much trouble for everyone, but I just thought I'd mention it. 

Hello Everyone! I've been reading these stories and feel I must contribute one or two of my own. Based upon your collective opinion, I'll know whether or not to continue. Several years ago when I was in college, I dated normally as most people do (I believe) and during the course of the first few dates, I would ask my dates if they had ever been tied up or had dreamed of being so. Usually, they would give me a look of disdain and their eyes would flash the signal "pervert" immediately thereafter. Then, shortly they would leave and that was the end of that. I began to feel that maybe I was a freak or something and destined to go for long periods without seeing the sight of a lovely woman tightly bound and gagged laying near me. Well, finally I hit "paydirt" and began dating a petite redhead (my favorite...small breasts and red hair..yum yum!) who had always thought of being tied up. We were at my apartment and I began playing with her and we began to wrestle. I'm 6'4" and her little 5'4", 110 lb frame was no match. I rolled her onto her stomach and reached under the nearby couch for the ropes and such I always kept there (gotta be prepared). I crossed her wrists behind her and tied them securely to her waist by running a rope around her waist and anchoring it to her wrists. She was fighting me a little, so I grabbed both ankles in one hand, crossed them and reached for another piece of rope. I tied them tightly and proceeded to tie her thighs together above the knees as well. Then, I rolled her onto her back and stood up to admire my trophy! She was truly beautiful and aroused fully..... and so was I. She looked up at me pleadingly and told me she will scream and be rescued. "No way" I thought and knelt down to the couch again and produced a bandana and an old diaper. I wadded up the bandana and stuffed it into her mouth until I could see her lips plainly, then I tied a knoe in the diaper and wrapped it into her mouth and tied it off behind her head. She struggled and moaned repeatedly through this silencing gag and was becoming more and more excited by the minute. Suddenly, my doorbell rang! I ran over and looked through the peep hole and saw it was my old girlfriend! (Why? I don't know.) I looked at my captive on the floor who was struggling heavily now to get free and escape embarrassment in front of my visitor. I walked over to her, picked her up and caried her to the front living room closet. Openning the door, I scooted her inside and told her if I heard a noise from her, I'd never untie her! Her eyes were pleading with me as she tried to talk and untie herself, but I reached in and patted her head and gently kissed her cheek and told her I'd be back in a little while. Then, as she looked helplessly at me, I closed the door and left her sitting against the back wall in strict bondage - waiting to be rescued. My ex-girlfriend didn't really want anything from me, she just needed a friend to listen to her troubles about her current boyfriend. I complied, but my mind was on the redhead tied up in my closet only a few feet away from me. Once or twice I heard some noises from the closet - only to later find out she had fallen over while trying to get loose - but my ex-girlfriend didn't. After about 2 hours, she finally left and I hurried over to the closet. Openning the door, my redhead was furiously trying to get loose and was covered with sweat from her attempts. The cool air hit her nipples and immdeiately they were hard! I pulled her from her captive space and began to untie her, but she shook her head "no!"...... so I left her in the middle of my livingroom floor tied and gagged and watched her struggle for some time. Of course, I would say things to her and do some things as well, but that may not be fitting for this posting. Finally I did untie her and we enjoyed these types of scenarios for the next few months, in various places - in public and at home - until we finally split up. I still remember her and all the things we did. One one or two later dates, we did some more bondage after we were both seeing other people, but the irony of all this is that we only had the bondage in common. She had other aspirations and she has fullfilled them and they did not include me! Bummer!!!! I have had numerous experiences and would love to write them for you. I don't know where the line is in these postings as to how much sexual content I can go into. I'll watch and read and determine that for myself. Thanks, everyone. OH........ I'm really appreciative of all the women writing in telling of their bondage firsts. It is TRULY a gigantic turn on. 

About the sexual content: in this forum, I don't really mind if there is some in the story, as long as it does not become its main aspect and that both people involved enjoyed the situation. So please, post your other stories...

Hi, it's Jeff yet again. This time, I didn't even need to wait until the weekend for an event to occur for another story. In fact, I currently have three stories to tell. Anyways, the Monday after my last post, I told my friend Bob about this site, and he found it quite interresting, as I had expected. As he read my story, he phoned me and asked if that was me, and if it was true. I told him it was, and he invited me over to his place. There wasn't much left to tell him, but we discussed him joining the club. He was a bit nervous about being tied naked to a tree for three hours with ants crawling over him, and three other people watching him, but when he realized that he would get his revenge, and that he would then be a member of the club, the nature of which was not yet certain, he agreed. He also offered to construct the rules for this club. He instantly thought of a bunch of good ideas, and by the end of the day, he had a complex yet interresting set of rules, and ideas for what we would do when we met. By the way, Bob is a slightly underweight computer genius who loves to invent his own games with their own complicated set of rules.

This time he did really well. The basic ideas behind the club were mostly the same, but he had some excellent ideas for things we would do whenever the group got together. I'll save the description of his ideas for when I write about our group's first meeting. Anyways, I told Sheila about Bob's ideas for our little club, and she also liked them. She also informed us that she had found our club's fourth member, who would be Bob's partner. Her name was Mindy. She's a bit smaller than the rest of us, but is the same age and is also fairly attractive.

We chose the next day, which was Tuesday, for their initiation. We considered making their initiation exactly the same as ours, but since that way we wouldn't be there to see it, we wouldn't know if they actually went through with the whole thing. Instead, we chose to initiate them both at the same time, with both Sheila and I watching and controlling the whole thing. Anyways, at 12:00, we took them both to a spot deep inside the trails by Sheila's house, taking all the equipment we would use with us, which consisted of the ropes, the chairs, and the container of honey we bought just for this and other occasions. For the sake of being fair, we offered them the choice of five hours partially clothed, or three hours naked.

Just as every other time they chose the three hour option. Not bothering to put on much of a show, we stripped them both, and tied them to trees on opposite sides of the trail, facing each other. We made sure they could not untie themselves, and then applied the honey to their neck and chest. I took Mindy, and Sheila took Bob. Mindy had small, yet still visible and very beautiful breasts, which I enjoyed coating with honey with my bare hands. We then sat on the chairs for the whole three hours watching the ants crawl all over them while they struggled in vain to escape.

At the end, we decided to do something different. We removed the extra rope from their hands, so that they would be able to untie themselves in a few minutes, and told them that whoever got free first got to play with the other for ten more minutes. Sheila then took their clothes and the equipment, went into her house, and locked all the doors. I stayed to watch them and make sure that the loser got free after the ten minutes was over. Bob got free first, and stopped to brush off most of the ants that were crawling on him. He then secured Mindy's ropes a bit more, took some of the honey that was left and spread it on a few parts of Mindy that he particularly liked, even though she was still covered with the ants. After only five minutes, he decided to be a nice guy and brushed the ants off her, and licked off some of the honey, again from a few parts of Mindy that he particularly liked. He then continued to play with her and tickle her until she managed to untie the ropes by herself.

This was longer than ten minutes, but I decided to let it continue anyways. I then informed them that in order to get their clothes back, they would have to find a way into Sheila's house, where their clothes were being kept. I followed them around as they tried to find a way in. After washing themselves off, they tried all the doors and windows, but they were all locked. Sheila was also watching from inside her house through the windows. After they searched for half an hour, I informed them that the keys were in fact dangling from the sign at the end of Sheila's driveway, far out of reach.

Since there wasn't much traffic, they decided to go for it. Mindy watched for cars while Bob climbed up the fence and gate to get the keys. He almost made it when Mindy informed him that there was a car coming. Not wanting to risk being seen, he quickly got down, and they hid in the bush while the car passed. After another car passed, they tried again, but this time, Bob helped Mindy climb for the keys, and managed to lift her high enough for her to reach them. She then ripped them off the tape that was holding them up, and ran towards Sheila's house before the next car came. They unlocked the front door, and were greeted by Sheila, who simply handed them their clothes, and gave Bob the keys to his car, which was parked nearby. Now that they were successfully initiated, they both went back to their homes. That wasn't the only event that happened that week, but I'll post what happened during our group's first meeting another time, possibly today or tomorrow.

Hi, it's Jeff yet again. I'll get to the story soon enough, but first, I'll summarize what happened for anyone who didn't read my previous three posts yet. For the past two weeks, Sheila and I had a few experiments with bondage, and this week we decided to start a club. We showed Bob and Mindy this site, and when they recognized us from the stories I posted, they asked if they could be the first new members. On Tuesday, they were initiated, and on Thursday, we had our first meeting. Our group consisted of me, Sheila, Bob, and Mindy. I am an average sized, slightly muscular, 19 year old white male with decent physical appearance, Sheila is an average sized, hot looking 18 year old female with great looking slightly brownish skin, Bob is an average sized, slightly underweight, 19 year old white male with average physical appearance, and Mindy is a petite, 18 year old white female with very nice physical appearance. However, my opinion may be slightly biased by the fact that I'm a guy.

Anyways, on Thursday, we had our first meeting at Sheila's place. The meeting started at 1:00, and for the first hour or so, we just talked about various things, fantasies in particular. Then, we brought out a box that Bob and I had prepared the previous day. As I said last post, Bob had some rather interresting ideas for what we would do when we got together, and now I will explain one of them. His idea for how to decide who got tied up and what would happen to them was an effective system based on the game of poker.

To start off, everyone was given an equal share of the chips, which represented various aspects of what would happen. We would then play as normal, betting variou chips on each hand. The white chips were votes as to who would be tied up, the green chips represented what clothing they would or wouldn't be wearing, the red chips represented how long they would be tied up, and the blue chips represented what would happen to them. At the end of the game, each person would get one vote on who would be tied up for each white chip they currently owned. The person who was chosen would get one article of clothing for each green chip they owned.

There weren't many green chips, though. For each red chip owned by the other players, they would get to do what they wanted with the loser for ten minutes. There was a total of 30 red chips, meaning that the person could be bound for a total of five hours, minus however many red chips that person had. The blue chips represented what could be done to the person during the time belonging to the owner of the chip. At the end of the game, the loser ranked the various things that could be done to them in order of how many blue chips would be needed to purchase the right to do that thing for a certain amount of time. The things that could be done were mostly either methods of tickling, time spent using a certain object, and various other fun tings to do to a person who is tied up. Luckily, the contract everyone signed prohibited humiliating a person in front of someone who was not a member of the group, or exposing the person to an unfair amount of pain.

Also, since there were four members, once a person lost, for the next three games they could not be chosen. This rule made the whole system more fair. Anyways, we set the game up, and started playing. I tried to get as many red and blue chips as possible, since I suspected that everyone was going to vote for me. In fact, I even traded some white and green chips for red ones. When the game was over, I had lost all my green chips and most of my white ones, but I had 12 red ones and a few blue ones. Sheila had nine red ones, and a bunch of blue ones, Bob only had three red ones and four blue ones, and Mindy had six red ones and a few blue ones.

Of course, everyone used their white chips to vote for me. With their blue chips, Sheila bought 40 minutes of tickling with her fingers, and 30 with the feather. She also got 20 minutes of freestyle, and 30 minutes with the blindfold. Bob just took 20 minutes with the feather, and 10 with his fingers. Mindy bought 20 minutes with the feather, 20 with her fingers, and 20 minutes of freestyle. She didn't bother with the blindfold. I used the few chips I had to buy two 20 minute breaks between ticklings. You can probably guess what happened next. Since I had no green chips left (Sheila made sure of that), I was tied naked to Sheila's bed, while everyone used their winnings to tickle me as much and as relentlessly as possible. Sheila used their 20 minutes of freestyle to give me a bit of a break between ticklings, and for some less malicious play. I probably don't need to bother explaining what happened in any more detail.

Earlier that week, I had been informed that my parents would be gone for the whole weekend, so our group planned to do something a bit more special during that time. I'll write about what happened then on my next post. Bye for now.

Yes, it's Jeff yet again. I apologize for the fact that my last few stories were a bit repetitive, but this one is totally different. Anyways, the weekend after my previous post, I had the house to myself, so I invited the group over for our second meeting. We all agreed that the poker game on Thursday was fun, but since we had the whole weekend, we decided to do something very different, something more physical. We decided to split into two teams, and take a bunch of ropes and such with us into the trails in the bush. Both sides would try to tie up the members of the other team. After that, the winning team could do just about anything they wanted to the losing team, as long as it didn't involve an excessive amount of pain, or humiliation in front of anyone other than the four of us. Other than that, it was a free for all.

Since there were only four of us, we knew it might not work so well, but we decided to try it anyways. According to previous rules, Sheila and I would be on one team, and Bob and Mindy would be on the other, but since this would give our team a physical advantage, I went with Mindy and Sheila went with Bob. To start off, we brought out all the equipment we would need, which consisted of everything we had previously used, and locked both Sheila's house and my house. We also sealed most of the alternate entrances. Then, to make sure noone would go back in either house for more supplies, we put the keys to both of our houses in a shed near my house and locked the door with two combination locks. I knew the combination to one of the locks, and Sheila and Bob knew the combination to the other. I chose not to tell Mindy the combination to our lock. Everyone was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, although for some unknown reason, I chose not to wear my shirt.

Both teams then went to opposite ends of the trails in the bush, and the game began. For over half an hour, both teams tried to ambush the other, but with no success. We were also unable to set up any traps. When we got fed up with our pitiful attempts at stealth, Mindy and I prepared slip knots in our ropes, and charged at Sheila and Bob. Since they had the advantage of seeing us coming, we failed to catch either of them. Not only that, but they caught Mindy, and I barely escaped myself. I ran away as fast as I could, and luckily they didn't chase me. From my hiding spot around the corner, I watched them strip Mindy and tie her to a tree. They taunted me to come and get her, and it was really tempting, but I knew I shouldn't, so I waited for them to leave her. After tickling and playing with Mindy for a while, Sheila told Bob to guard her (Mindy) while she (Sheila) tried to catch me.

I knew the trails well, though, and waited until Sheila was as far away from Bob and Mindy as possible, and then I charged at Bob with the one rope I had left. This time I did manage to overpower him, and managed to hogtie him relatively securely and untie Mindy before Sheila came back. Mindy and I together easily managed to strip and hogtie Sheila as well. We then stripped Bob and carried them both outside the trails to an area near my house. Bob was tied lying down, spread eagle to four metal posts I had prepared earlier that day. Sheila was tied standing up to an old tree that was standing alone and had an anthill right beside it. She was tied on the side opposite the anthill, though. We tickled and played with both of them for a while, but then, while Mindy wasn't paying attention, I snuck up behind her, overpowered her, and stripped and tied her up as well. I looked around for something interresting to tie her to, and saw the jungle gym, which we had for many years, nearby.

It was sort of dome-shaped, taller than it is wide, and high enough to not be able to reach the top while standing on the ground. I managed to pull her through the bars, tied her hands so she was holding onto the top bars, and tickled and played with her for a few minutes while she dangled there. Just in case anyone escaped, I decided to lock all of their clothes inside the shed. However, I only knew the combination to one of the locks, so I told Bob I would let him go in half an hour if he told me the combination to the other lock. There was a severe penalty for breaking a promise. Anyways, he agreed, and so I put everyone's clothes inside the shed, and locked the door again. Bob was slightly disappointed that I put his clothes in there too, but was still content that he would be free in half an hour.

During that half hour, I concentrated mostly on him, but basicly continued to tickle, tease, and play with everyone. When the half hour was up, I untied Bob, just as promised. He asked for his clothes back, and got a bit annoyed when I didn't let him have them, but he didn't argue too much. We then continued to have some fun with our two captives. I started with Sheila, who by this time was struggling with a few ants that were crawling on her, and Bob started with Mindy. After a few minutes, we switched. Rather foolishly, I climbed into the jungle gym with Mindy, and Bob seized this opportunity to tie me up, take my shorts, and secure me to the four posts where he was tied up before.

He then enjoyed his freedom for at least half an hour, wandering from captive to captive, doing with them as he pleased. When he was satisfied, and also not wanting to get the girls too angry at him, he untied them both. Their next objective, of course, was to get their clothes back. At first they asked nicely for me to tell them the combination to the lock, but wanting to maintain the girls' nudity for as long as possible, I refused to tell them. They then threatened me with various tortures, such as some extreme tickling, being hung upside down for a while, being tied to the tree with all the ants again, or being tied to the tree where Sheila was, except sitting right on top of the anthill. Since I knew they would do whatever they wanted with me anyways, probably for the rest of the weekend, and because I preferred for the girls to be naked while it all happened, and partially because some of the things they mentioned sounded sort of fun, I still chose not to tell them the combination.

I actually did remain this way for the entire weekend, and a lot happened during that time, some of which may not be fully appropriate for this site, so I'll wait and see if anyone actually wants to hear the rest of the story before I post it. By the way, I finished typing these stories and posted them on Sunday night. Sheila finally let me go at 6:00 that day. Also, those last stories by Steve and Cobra were also very good, and I would like to hear how Steve's ended, by e-mail if necessary. Bye for now.

Hi, it's Jeff yet again. By now I thought everyone would be sick of my stories, which I thought were long and repetitive, but apparently some people want to hear more, so I'll continue. I ended my last post with me tied naked to the four posts in the ground, Sheila and Mindy free, but also naked, Bob free and wearing my shorts, and all the other clothes and the keys to the houses locked in a nearby shed, which was sealed with a lock only I knew the combination to. As I said before, Sheila threatened to do various things to me if I didn't tell her the combination, but for a few different reasons, I still refused. After searching a while for a different way to get into either the house or the shed, and not finding any, they started tickling me, both with their fingers and with the few other impliments we already brought out.

After a few minutes, I still refused to tell them the combination, so they discussed what they would do next. I was then told that if I continued to not tell them the combination, they would first tickle me some more, then use some of the other items they brought, then humiliate me for a while, then tickle me again, then start with the more severe punishments. I was also told that the longer I held out, the more punishments I would receive during the rest of the weekend. All this sounded a bit scary, and possibly fun, but I decided to see how long I actually could hold out. I also wanted the girls to be without their clothes for as long as possible. I told them this bluntly, and so began the tickling. The three of them together tickling my most sensitive parts was hard to bear, and it got even harder when they started using a few of the tricks they read on the internet, but I still managed not to tell them the combination.

Just to be safe, since I don't want to break too many of this site's rules, I won't describe the ways they chose to humiliate me. However, I will say that during that time I was put in a few different positions, and moved to the jungle gym, where they were able to put me in many more different positions. Anyways, when they were done, I was once again warned that this was my last chance to tell them the combination before they did anything extreme, and that I had already accumulated many punishments for the rest of the weekend. Still, I refused, and so they put me in yet another position, standing up with my back toward them, and brought out a bag of sinister looking equipment that was obviously homemade.

By the way, the jungle gym, the entrance to the bush, the lone tree, the shed, the four posts, and the passage I used to get into my house the first time were all in an area of about 20 or 30 metres. Anyways, first they brought out a paddle, which was actually a ping pong racquet, and whacked me with it about thirty times. Of course, Sheila was in charge for the whole time. Next, they turned me back around so I was facing them again, and proceeded to show me a few of the tools they would be using. Sinister as they were, I still chose to see how long I could hold out.

During the whole time, though, I noticed them occasionally arguing about something, though I didn't pay much attention. Mindy seemed to be pleading, Sheila seemed to be refusing, and Bob was basicly undecided. Mindy took every opportunity she could to somehow cover herself or hide behind something, but Sheila flaunted her nudity, using it to tease me, I guess. Bob was enjoying his situation thouroughly. Even though I was the one everything was happening to, I was also having fun. Sheila had previously offered me a bit of a reward if I told her the combination willingly, but I thought it was too late for that now.

Anyways, at this point, Sheila was about to pull something out of the bag, when Mindy again pleaded with Sheila to let her do something, but she still refused. Angrily, she ran towards the garage. Bob thought for a while, then followed Mindy. Sheila seemed annoyed, and searched through the bag for a while, but then changed her mind and started untying me. As I expected, she didn't let me go, but instead, moved me to the tree where I previously had her tied up. I was tied in a position in which I was almost sitting on top of the anthill, but was still able to keep myself a few inches above and away from it if I tried. Sheila knew that in a few minutes, I would get tired, and be forced to either tell her the combination or accept the horrible consequences. Again, I still decided to see how long I actually could hold out.

A minute or two later, I saw Bob and Mindy return, carrying a screwdriver and some other tools with which to dismantle my makeshift barricade covering the passage underneath the house. Sheila then left me there and ran over to them and argued a bit more. Bob later told me that Sheila didn't want them to ruin her fun, because she also wanted to see how long I could hold out. They responded by saying that they would get some clothes for Mindy, but Sheila could remain as she was if she really wanted. She actually agreed, and came back to where I was, while Bob and Mindy discussed who would actually crawl underneath the house, which was still quite muddy. Bob managed to remove the blockade fairly quickly, and as Sheila returned, I saw Mindy enter the passage. By that time, I was already tired from trying to hold myself up in this position, with a bunch of ants already crawling over me, but when Sheila started tickling me again, I landed right on top of the anthill. 

A few seconds later, I finally gave in, and told Sheila a fake combination. She warned me that if I was lying, I was really going to get it, but I desperately insisted that I told her the real combination. She responded by chuckling, and retying me in a standing up position, on the side of the tree opposite the anthill. The ants were still crawling over my bottom half, though. She then spread some honey on my chest and said "Oh yeah, I almost forgot about your reward." She then spread some honey on her own nipples, and allowed me to lick them. I didn't object. She then looked over at Bob, who was shouting something to Mindy, then thought for a while and offered to pretend that I still hadn't told her the combination, since that last trick wasn't quite fair, and because she still wanted to have some more fun with me.

I agreed. Around that time, Mindy emerged from the passage completely covered with mud. Apparently, she couldn't open any of the exits to the house. I noticed that Mindy had actually used the mud to cover her more private areas. A bit disappointed, Bob and Mindy reported back to Sheila, who gave them a stern look and said something like "I told you not to try to get your clothes back until Jeff here finally gives in and tells us the combination. For this act of disobedience, Mindy, you will now join Jeff, like you should have before. And Bob, you don't deserve to keep those shorts anymore. First, help me tie up Mindy, and then I'll deal with you." Together, Sheila and Bob had no trouble catching Mindy and hogtying her again. When she was successfully restrained, Sheila wrestled Bob to the ground, pulled off his shorts, and threw them deep into the bush. Bob made no attempt to recover them.

Sheila then smiled at me, and said "I'm giving you one more chance to tell us the combination before we continue with your punishment, for which Mindy will now join you." Still I refused, and so Sheila and Bob tickled Mindy and I for a moment, discussed what they would do with us next, and finally untied me from the tree, and hogtied me on the ground next to Mindy. They then brought the hose, and washed us both off, then moved us to the jungle gym to hang us up to dry. They brought us both inside the jungle gym, and tied Mindy right side up, hanging from her hands, and tied me upside down, with my legs wrapped around the top of the jungle gym, so we were facing each other in sort of a 69 position. They then stepped back to admire their work, and discussed what they would do next.

Mindy begged me to tell her the combination so she wouldn't have to go through whatever Sheila and Bob were planning. I still refused. Sheila and Bob were still talking, and it was tempting to take advantage of the 69 position they put us in, but instead of licking, I simply blew on the sensitive part of Mindy that was right in front of my face. I wasn't sure whether she was moaning or whining, but I continued anyways. Sheila and Bob saw this, and chuckled to themselves. Shortly after, they moved Mindy to the four posts, and me to the outside of the jungle gym, facing Mindy. They then gave me another chance to tell them the combination before they started tickling again. I again refused, but to my surprize instead of tickling me, they tickled Mindy. She seemed to be sensitive just about everywhere.

After a few minutes, they paused, and Bob asked for permission to play with Mindy by himself for a while. Sheila agreed, and so Bob gazed at her for a moment, and then teased and played with her for a while. Meanwhile, Sheila had some more fun with me. When they were done, they repeated the humiliation process again, using both Mindy's body and mine, and occasionally their own, putting us in various positions and doing things which again I won't describe. When that was done, they tied us both to the outside of the jungle gym, standing up and facing outwards, and gave us another chance to tell them the combination. Despite their descriptions of what would happen next, and Mindy's begging, I still refused. They then turned us both around, paddled both of us about thirty times, and turned us back around again. Sheila then searched through the bag for the next tool they would use, when Bob pointed out that it was getting late, he had to go home soon, and needed his clothes back, and Mindy said the same.

Unfortunately for me, I couldn't use that excuse. After a bit of discussion, though, Sheila told me that if I managed to hold out for another hour, I would win, yet would still have to tell them the combination. In exchange, Sheila would drop the penalties I had already accumulated, and give me an extra reward. If not, Mindy would then be released anyways, and my penalties would remain. This sounded like a fair deal, so I agreed. Sheila and Bob then moved Mindy and I to the swingset, which was by the jungle gym, and we were both hung upside down. For the next ten minutes, we were tickled, paddled, and even whipped. For the next thirty minutes after that, we were put in various positions, and they used many of the other items from the bag. Again, I won't decsribe what happened, but most of the items involved at least a moderate amount of pain for at least one of us.

When there were only twenty minutes left in the final hour, I still hadn't given in, so Sheila brought out the container of honey and covered my entire body from the neck down. Bob did the same with Mindy. We were then moved to the tree with the anthill beside it, which was already disturbed. Mindy was tied standing up on the side of the tree opposite the anthill, and I was tied in the same position as before, almost sitting on top of the anthill, yet able to keep myself a few inches above it if I tried. The ants started swarming over us almost instantly, but still I managed to not give in, and to keep myself from falling onto the swarm below. However, when there were only five minutes left in the final hour, Sheila started tickling me, and Bob started tickling Mindy.

For another minute or two I was able to keep myself from falling, but then I slipped, summoning even more of the creatures to swarm over me. This made it a lot worse, since the ants were now biting a lot more agressively, but somehow, I managed to last the final three minutes without giving in. When Bob announced that the hour was over, and that I had won, Mindy was released, and I was untied from the tree, and moved a few feet away, with my hands and feet still bound. Sheila again brought the hose, and washed us both off. I was then ordered to tell them the combination in exchange for Sheila dropping the penalties I had received. Sheila was a bit surprized when I told her a different combination than I told her before, but still didn't let Bob and Mindy know I had already told her a fake combination before. Bob and Mindy then rushed to the shed, and tried the combination. The lock opened, and they immediately found and put on their clothes. Sheila did the same, but not as hastily.

Bob, Sheila, and Mindy then unlocked the door to my house, and put away the stuff that belonged there. They then came back outside, and Sheila and Mindy carried me to Sheila's place, while Bob carried what was left of the equipment. I was then tied to Sheila's bed, while Bob and Mindy put the stuff away. Sheila then announced that she wanted me to herself for the rest of the weekend, so Bob and Mindy went home. For the rest of the weekend, Sheila was surprizingly less cruel than I had feared. As the reward she promised, she was naked most of the time, and occasionally allowed me to lick her breasts and other parts.

Again I won't go into too much detail about what happened, since a lot of it was sexual. For the rest of the weekend, I was moved from place to place, put in various positions, tickled, teased, and played with. She basicly used me to fulfill her fantasies and desires, and a few of mine. I don't know if I'm allowed to say this on this site, but for a few hours, she kept getting me really close to orgasm, and then stopping to please herself or tickle me again. Finally, at around midnight, she finally went all the way. The feeling was far more intense then anything I had previously experienced. I was then tied on the floor next to her bed for the night. In the morning, she played with me for a while, and tried a few more positions and such, but finally let me go after only a couple of hours.

Since then, our group has had one more meeting. This time we went to Bob's house. We used the poker game again, but simplified the rules a lot, getting rid of all the time limits. This time Bob lost. We all had fun, but I still can't wait until it's finally Sheila's turn again. I won't bother posting these stories anymore, unless enough people actually want me to, since they take up so much room on this site and take a long time for me to type up. I guess that's all I'll say here. Goodbye until next post everyone.

Hi, it's Jeff yet again. I'm actually surprized that people aren't annoyed by the fact that my stories alone take up half this page, or my long, run-on sentences that my english teachers hated, or the fact that the first four stories were so repetitive. As I may have mentioned before, I write them with notepad and check them over once before I post them, so don't be surprized if there are any huge errors that I missed. As you can see, I now use the html tags for the paragraphs, which makes the stories a bit easier to read. If my stories offend anyone, I'm sorry. Everyone in our group basicly chose to keep our meetings clean, but we all went overboard at some time or other.

Anyways, our group now meets only about once a week, and we are still the only ones (other than whoever is reading these stories) who know of our activities. As I mentioned before, at our next meeting, we all went to Bob's place at around 1:00 in the afternoon (his parents were away for the day), and tried the poker game again, but with greatly simplified rules. Instead of using all those different-colored chips, we decided on an all-or-nothing system. For the first few rounds, the rules were basicly the same as for strip poker, except if the person lost one more round after losing all their clothes, they would be the one tied up. ( We added the extra round so that it was possible for more than one person to be naked. ) The person who won the final round got to be the one in charge for the rest of the time. The winner and the loser could then play another few rounds to determine how long the session would last, though that part could actually be skipped.

After that part was over, for the next few minutes, the winer and the loser would discuss what would and wouldn't be allowed, playing another round to settle any disagreements. The other players could also join in the discussion if they were given permission to do so. When the time was up, the winner would get to do anything that was agreed upon, or that wasn't mentioned either generally or specificly. Also, before the first game started, we had already agreed on a bunch of things that could and couldn't be done. After the discussion was over, the loser was taken to a place of the winner's choice, and tied in the position of the winner's choice. The other players didn't get their clothes back until the loser was untied. For the rest of the allotted time, the winner could do whatever they wanted to the loser, or order the other players to do so, provided it didn't violate any previous agreement. The things the winner could or couldn't order the other players to do were previously decided.

Anyways, this time, after about an hour of discussing and arguing over the rules I just mentioned, we started the game. Everyone played very well, and it was a very close game. By the final round, Bob and Mindy were completely naked, and Sheila and I were down to our underwear. Sheila was topless. After some very tense moments, I won that round. I really wanted Sheila to be the one who got tied up, but that meant I would have to risk losing another round. My next choice would have been Mindy, but I sort of pitied her, and Sheila and Mindy were both begging me to choose Bob, mainly because they didn't want to be chosen, but also because he was a bit annoying. As you know, I chose Bob, even though for myself I wanted to choose one of the girls. I hoped this would cause them to be less cruel to me when it was my turn.

Anyways, although I was the one in charge, I didn't actually do much myself. I basicly ordered the girls to do things they would have done anyways if they were in charge. It wasn't a total loss for me, since Mindy was also naked, and Sheila was topless. During the discussion, all Bob requested was that we don't do anything too painful or dangerous, and if we did, to end it quickly. Anyways, first we took Bob to his room and tied him spread eagle to his bed. We spent the first few minutes simply tickling him in ways that weren't too unbearable. We tickled him a bit harder after, but soon stopped. I then let Sheila and Mindy play with Bob however they wanted for a while, and told them not to tickle him much. Sheila dangled her gorgeous breasts in front of Bob's face just out of reach of his tongue. He managed to just barely touch her nipple with the tip of his tongue before she pulled it away. I think they both enjoyed this. Meanwhile, Mindy was playing with Bob's you-know-what, while I tried not to look. For some reason, neither Bob nor I objected to this. Sheila soon joined in the fun, and teased him a bit, but they soon stopped, so I told them to quit for a while. 

Next, Sheila and Mindy asked to take out the equipment, but instead I decided to find someplace else to put Bob. Sheila and I looked around the house while Mindy guarded Bob. We found a few places we could use, but the best place was the woodshed, where the rafters on the ceiling were exposed, so we could tie a rope around them. The shed was currently half-full of wood. When we returned, it looked like Mindy hadn't done much to Bob, though he was still fully aroused. We then carried Bob to the woodshed, and tied his hands together, and attatched another rope around his hands and around one of the rafters. We also tied his feet together. He was standing on the floor with his arms above his head. We then tickled him a bit more, then brought out some of the equipment. First, we paddled him a bunch of times, then considered using the whip, but decided against it. Instead, I let the girls have some more fun with him their own way.

Next, we tried putting him in a few different positions and then tickling him a while before changing positions again. Some of these positions involved suspending him by his arms or legs and swinging him around, sometimes upside down, but we didn't leave him like that for long just in case anything went wrong. We then returned him to his original position and tickled him for a few more minutes. The girls occasionally added something extra. We then stopped for a while to discuss what to do next. We agreed that it would be fun to try something with the shower, but realized that it wouldn't work very well. Instead, we carried him around the house, tying him to whatever looked interresting, then stopping to tickle him when he was successfully secured.

After we finished our tour of the house, we went to the kitchen, and tied Bob on top of a table in a room nearby. We then covered him with various food toppings, and allowed Sheila and Mindy to lick him clean. When we were done with this, Bob needed a shower, so we decided to see what we could do. We took him into the shower, but the only thing there to tie him to was the showerhead. We considered using it, but then I got a better idea. I measured the shower, then went outside to look for some boards to construct a frame with. Luckily, there was a variety of boards, and I easily found some there that were just the right size. I also found some rings that could be attatched easily and securely to the boards. Within a few minutes, the frame was constructed and taken into the shower, where Mindy was guarding Bob. We put the frame on the wall opposite the showerhead, and attatched Bob to it, with his feet spread out on the floor, and his arms raised above his head and spread out.

The shower itself was only a few feet square, and high enough to not be able to reach the ceiling. We then turned the water on full blast, which was a bit of a suprize to Bob. It was set to a comfortable temperature, but took a few seconds to warm up, so what Bob got hit with was a blast of cold water. When the water was a comfortable temperature, Mindy got in and started cleaning Bob's whole body with soap. Before she was halfway done, Sheila decided to take off her remaining garment join in the fun. There was barely enough room for her to squeeze in as well, though I actually could have fit in if I wanted. I tried to once, but Sheila pushed me out. The curtains were open the whole time, and water was getting on the floor, but that didn't really matter. I stood outside and watched as Sheila and Mindy soaped up Bob's whole body, as well as their own. I was always deeply aroused by images of girls' bodies glistening wet, and the light reflecting off the water covering the girls created this image beautifully. The light was on the ceiling of the shower, and there were also two more in the bathroom outside the shower. I wished that I was in Bob's place, or that I would eventually get to do this with Sheila.

Occasionally while they were doing this, I would reach in and turn the temperature either up or down a bit, then turn it back, trying to touch as much of the girls' flesh as possible. This gave all three of them a surge of either warmth or cold. Of course, I was very glad we decided to do all this. When they were mostly done with Bob's front, they turned him around, so that he was facing the wall, and started on his back. When they were done with that, they turned him back around and had a bit more fun with his front. When they were done with that, and the girls were about to come out and dry themselves off, I remembered that I was in charge, so I asked Sheila to let me feel her breasts.

Of course, she refused, but said that she would let me if I went in Bob's place for the rest of the day. At the moment, I was overcome with various hormones and other chemicals, so I agreed. I still don't regret my decision. I removed my underwear, allowing Sheila to see more clearly how I felt at that moment, and then reached in the shower to get my hands wet. Sheila then turned to face me, still standing in the shower with the water running down her body, and moved her shoulders and head back, causing her beautiful breasts to become even more visible and inviting. This was all too much. For several glorious seconds, I ran my hands along and all around Sheila's breasts, which felt wonderfully smooth, and a bit slippery, and they reflected the light beautifully.

I was in a state of bliss, and Sheila also seemed to be enjoying this, as she occasionally let out a sigh. I then tried to feel the rest of her body, but she quickly stopped me and reminded me what I agreed I would do. Sadly, I stopped, and stepped back as Sheila and Mindy untied Bob, and then beckoned for me to take his place. Reluctantly, I stepped into position, purposely rubbing against the girls as much as possible, and allowed them to secure me to the frame, which wasn't as uncomfortable as I had thought it would be. Bob looked at my underwear, which was lying on the floor, but didn't put it on because it was already soaking wet, and because it wasn't his. Instead, he just stood outside the shower and watched as the girls started soaping me up the same way as they did with him.

This part was also enjoyable for me, actually. I had an even better view of the girls, and it sort of felt nice having the girls run their soapy hands over my body, occasionally stopping to play with a part they particularly liked. They also continued to soap up and play with their own and occasionally each other's bodies, which made things a bit more exciting. When they were done with my front, they turned me around, and continued on my back. Sheila spanked me a few times. They then turned me back around and had a bit more fun, then finally turned off the water and stepped out to dry themselves off. During this whole time, Bob often reached in to change the temperature on us, also touching as much of the girls' flesh as possible. Again, this sentence may have to be cut out, but by the end of this whole scene all four of us had nearly reached orgasm, though Sheila didn't allow us to actually reach it.

When everyone was dried off, the floor was cleaned up, and the underwear was hung up to dry, we all went back to the woodshed, where I was tied in a spread out, standing up position. Sheila took charge for the rest of the day, and chose not to let anyone, including herself, get any clothes. By this time, there were only about two hours left before it was time for all of us to go home. Sheila and the others started by tickling me furiously for several minutes, then used the paddle, and even the whip a few times. I was then put in several different positions. In many of them I was either suspended from various limbs, or hung upside down. Once I was securely in a position, Sheila would either tickle me, whip me, paddle me, tease me, swing me around, or do something else with me.

This part wasn't as enjoyable for me, but was still sort of fun. I was then taken around the house and tied to various things, and the same things would happen to me again once I was secured in a new position. For the final half hour, I was tied to Bob's bed and tickled furiously, with every trick Sheila had read on the internet. Eventually, it was over, and we all got our clothes back and went home, taking whatever equipment we had brought. Before I left, though, I took out the frame we used in the shower, dismantled it, and put the pieces back where I found them. Too bad we couldn't have kept it.

Since then, we have had one more session at my place when my parents left on another two-day business trip. For this one, again we did something totally different, but I will explain it more next post. I should have mentioned this earlier, but Sheila's parents were gone on a vacation for most of the summer, and Sheila was house-sitting for them. Also, as you may have noticed, in these stories I left out details such as when someone ate, or went to the bathroom, but such details wouldn't have had any significant impact on the story anyways. If anyone wants, they can comment on my stories through e-mail. A good idea for this site would be if we scheduled meetings in IRC chatrooms. Someone else can take care of the details if they want to. Anyways, there are plenty of good stories on this site, and I hope to see more of them. Pamela5 and Hollis have some good stories going. I can't wait to hear the rest of them. I'll probably continue writing and posting my own stories. Goodbye until next post.

Hi, it's Jeff yet again. This story took place about a week after my last post. As I said before, my parents were away on another two day business trip, so we had both Sheila's place and mine all to ourselves. The week before, we had been discussing different ideas for what we could do, and we came up with something interresting. Again, this was mostly Bob's idea, but it sounded fun, so we went with it. It was largely the same as the hunt, except two people started off already captured, and one of them had to escape and possibly rescue the other one, after going through various challenges and capturing the other two players. Again, the positions and clothing a person started off with were decided by a poker game, with basicly the same rules as the version we played last time, except the winner of the final round got to be the person who escaped, and the loser became the person who needed to be rescued.

During the week we had discussed the basic rules and setup, but we still spent a few minutes discussing the specifics when everyone arrived. The winner would start out near the shed by my house tied up with ropes that could be untied easily enough, and the loser would be taken someplace else. If the winner failed to untie themselves by a certain time, or got caught again after they got free, both the winner and the loser would be the property of the other players for the rest of the day. However, if Sheila or I was the one in this situation, and the other was free, the one of us who was tied up would become the property of the other for the full two days.

This made things a bit more interresting. Anuyways, if the winner managed to get free in time, he/she would then have to find their way through the trails to Sheila's house without getting caught by any of the traps that the other players set up. Since we didn't have enough time or equipment to set up traps that someone could actually get caught in, we used traps that would simply "mark" the player as caught. If the player was seen with a mark, the player would then be ambushed and tied up by the other players. If the player made it through, he/she would then meet the other players in the "arena". The objective there would be simply to knock the other players out of the arena with a pillow or something.

If the player won a certain number of rounds, he/she would then be given a key that would allow them to access some ropes with which to capture the other players. However, the ropes would be stored inside the shed they started out in, and to get there, the player would have to cross through the trails again, but this time, the other players would also have "weapons" with which to mark the player as caught. Scattered around the trails were various weapons the player could use to mark the other players. If they were marked, they would be gone until the next round, though they could still try to steal the key. All the traps would still be active, but some new ones may be added or some old ones moved around for a bit more of a surprize. Also, the other players could try to steal the key from the player, but would have to give it back if they were marked again. Bob really liked the idea of getting to live out a situation from a video game, especially with the prize involved.

If the player got to the shed again and retrieved the ropes, he/she would then enter the trails again and try to capture the other players, who would also have ropes with which they would try to capture the player. During the whole time, the loser would be on display somewhere in the trails, tied to a tree and surrounded by a bunch of traps. If the player actually managed to capture the other players, then he/she would have the option of rescuing the loser, possibly in exchange for something. Whoever was free would then get to do pretty much whatever they wanted with the other players for the rest of the day, or possibly longer in some cases.

Anyways, Sheila came early that day, and helped me set everything up. By the time Bob and Mindy came, which was again around 1:00, we had mixed up a large batch of mud which would be used as the marking substance, prepared a few portable traps, and even made another shower frame for afterwards. When they arrived, we discussed the rules a bit more, and then went inside and began the poker game. Again it was a close game, but this time by the final round, Sheila and I were completely naked, and Bob and Mindy were in their underwear. Mindy was topless. With yet another stroke of luck, I won the final round again. Of course, I chose Sheila as the loser, since she was already naked, and she was the one I wanted anyways. I still suspect that everyone wanted it to happen this way, so they purposely lost a few rounds.

Anyways, Bob and Mindy then left to make some final preparations, then came back and escorted us to where we would be tied up. Bob took Sheila, and Mindy took me. Even though we probably could have overpowered them, we chose not to. Sheila was taked somewhere within the trails, and I was taken outside the shed. I was tied to the shower frame with one arm mostly free, but my other limbs tightly secured. Bob soon came back and helped finish tying me up, then left with Mindy to finish setting up the traps. I was told I had fifteen minutes to escape before they came back. As soon as they were out of sight, I started working at the ropes. I was able to freely move my fingers, and managed to free my right hand, then my whole right arm, and then eventually the rest of my body with about five minutes to spare.

I then entered the trails, proceeding cautiously so as not to set off any of the traps. I was surprized how many traps there were. A few of them were as simple as a small hole filled with the mud, but some others involved a branch that would launch a ball of mud at me if it was triggered by a tiny string across the ground. A few others would drop a bunch of mud on me if I walked underneath. Anyways, about halfway through the trails, after passing by a bunch of these without getting caught by any of them, I saw Sheila tied to a tree. She was naked, of course, and begging for help, but since I knew she was surrounded with traps, I cautiously passed on by, ignoring the tempting situation.

After less than ten minutes, I emerged from the trails into Sheila's yard. Bob and Mindy were right at the entrance, ready to ambush me if I got caught by any traps, but I hadn't, so they simply walked towards the arena, which was nearby, and I followed them. We hadn't quite agreed on whether the arena should be a patch of ground that was marked off, or some raised boards that had to be balanced on. Mindy and Bob chose to just mark off an area of the lawn that we had to stay in and knock each other out of. Bob was a bit disappointed that they didn't do anything more than that, but he didn't argue much. Anyways, the arena was a hexagonal patch of grass marked off by six boards. In each corner of the arena, there was a pillow. They were the square kind that go on couches, not the big fluffy ones that go on beds.

Anyways, Bob and Mindy decided that I would have to beat them both individually in a best-of-five match, then the two of them together in a best-of-three match. I beat Bob three to two, and Mindy five nothing, then the two of them together two to one. I won't bother describing how I won. When I won, Bob gave me the key to the shed, then him and Mindy ran back into the trails. Luckily, the key was attatched to a string I could wear around my neck, so I didn't have to carry it in my hand the whole time. However, that made it easier for them to steal. After putting the key around my neck, I gave Bob and Mindy a ten second head start, then rushed into the trails after them.

I knew where most of the traps were already, but I still had to watch out for new ones. There wasn't just one trail, by the way. There were a whole bunch of trails, connected to each other at different points. As I passed the first three-way intersection, Bob and Mindy charged at me from the trail to my left, and started throwing mud balls, so I ran to the trail to my right. A few of the mud balls came close to hitting me, but I managed to dodge them all, since I wasn't quite in range yet. I got hit by one new trap as I picked up some mud balls I found on the ground. I threw a few, and hit both Bob and Mindy with one each, knocking Mindy into another trap. Before I could hit them again, they split up and ran the other way. I then picked up two more mud balls, and continued quickly but carefully along the way.

As I approached another three-way intersection, right next to where Sheila was, Bob and Mindy charged at me from opposite directions. I threw one mud ball at each of them, hitting Mindy but missing Bob. I got hit by one mud ball Bob threw. When Bob was out of ammunition, both he and Mindy stepped back and allowed me to pick up a toy sword, which had the blade covered in mud, while Bob picked up another. Sheila and Mindy then watched as Bob and I fought using the swords. Sheila was cheering for me, and Mindy was cheering for Bob, since their freedom depended on the outcome of the fight. There were many close calls, but I managed to hit Bob twice before he got me once. Disappointed, Bob and Mindy stood aside while I continued on my way to the shed to equip for the final round.

I then went to the shed, unlocked it, and took the four ropes I found inside, which had already been prepared with slipknots. I then went back into the trails, and proceeded to where Sheila was, expecting to find Bob and Mindy there. When I got there, I didn't see them at first, but then Sheila shouted "Jeff, look out!" as Bob and Mindy charged at me from their hiding place around the corner. I also charged at them, and knocked Bob to the ground before he could do anything. I then easily wrestled Mindy and attatched the rope to her hands, which I put behind her back. When Bob got up, I wrestled him as well, and managed to pin him on the ground and bind his hands behind his back the same way I did to Mindy. I was now the winner.

More to come.

I was now the winner. Before I tied their feet together, I removed their underwear, so that all four of us were now completely naked. Since I didn't really want to be unsanitary, I didn't put on Bob's underwear. Anyways, I then tied them both to trees on opposite sides of Sheila. For a few minutes, I had some fun with all three of them, then opened the container of honey which was lying conveniently next to Sheila. I spread it over Bob and Mindy's neck and chest, but left Sheila alone for the moment. I continued to have some fun with all three of them, while Sheila asked me when I was going to let her go.

I thought for a while, then said that I would let her go in half an hour, if she agreed to my terms. My terms that she could be free until Bob and Mindy left, but after that, she would again be my prisoner until I said otherwise. Also, whenever I felt like it, I would be allowed to play with any part of her anatomy I chose. In exchange, she could be free until Bob and Mindy left, and she could also play with any part of my anatomy whenever she chose, if I allowed her. She could also join in whatever fun I would be having with Bob and Mindy. However, neither of us would get our clothes back until I said so.

Apparently, this sounded like a good deal to her, so she agreed. For half an hour more, I tickled, teased, and played with all three of them, though I left Bob and Mindy alone after the ants came. When the half hour was over, I untied Sheila. We then bade farewell to Bob and Mindy, who were now struggling against their bonds in vain to try to get away from the ants that were now swarming over them, and left them there while we went to clean everything up. About an hour later, we returned, carrying two deck chairs with us. For the next hour and a half, we sat there and watched Bob and Mindy, and discussed what we would do with them after the three hours was over. We would have another two hours until they had to go home, so we wanted to make as much use of it as possible. We also made use of the second part of our agreement a few times, whenever we were tempted to do so.

Anyways, a few minutes before the three hours would actually have been over, we had pity on Bob and Mindy, so we got up and brushed as many ants off them as we could, then carried them to my lawn where we brushed off the rest. We then took them to the garage, and then later to the bathroom, where the shower frame was already set up. The rafters in the garage were exposed, so we attatched some ropes to them and secured Bob and Mindy to the long ropes attatched to the rafters by their hands only. Their feet were free, and on the ground, so they were still able to walk and swing around for some exercise. Since the shower frame was still only for one person at a time, Sheila and I had to decide who went first. Neither Bob nor Mindy actually wanted to be first, since that meant they would receive that first blast of cold water, so Sheila and I flipped a coin to decide. Sheila and Bob ended up going first. By the way, my house has two showers. One is the regular shower/bath combination, and the other is pretty much the same as the one at Bob's place. We chose the smaller one, since that's what the frame was designed for.

I also made a few slight improvements to the frame's design, allowing the person to be tied in some different positions, and even moved around a bit once they were already secured. I also set things up so that the showerhead could easily be replaced with one of those heads for a garden hose that had a bunch of different settings. Anyways, we left Mindy in the garage, and Sheila secured Bob to the frame, then turned the water on full blast. Again, though the water was set for a comfortable temperature, it took a while to warm up, so Bob was hit with a blast of cold water. When it reached a comfortable temperature, Sheila stepped in, and started hand-cleaning Bob, having some extra fun at the same time. When he was mostly clean, she turned him around, and had some more fun, spanked him a few times, then turned him around again. During the whole time, I occasionally reached in the shower to change the temperature, and to feel Sheila's beautiful, and now shiny and slippery body. After she played with Bob for a while more, we turned off the water and attatched the hose, which was long enough to reach anywhere in the shower, and had settings such as jet, soaker, mist, shower, cone, and flat. Sheila had some fun with this, experimenting with the different settings and often directing a blast of mist, often very hot or cold, to various parts of Bob's body, though you can probably guess which part she concentrated on the most.

Anyways, when Sheila's half hour was over, she removed Bob from the frame, and took him to the garage, where Mindy was still awaiting her turn. We put Bob in her place, and secured Mindy to the frame in the shower. First, I reattatched the regular showerhead, and basicly repeated what Sheila did with Bob. Even though there was no need to, before I turned on the water, I turned the temperature down so Mindy got the same cold blast as Bob did. I then turned the temperature back up, got in, and proceeded to wipe Mindy's body clean with my soaped-up hands. Though Mindy's breasts were smaller than Sheila's, they still looked and felt wonderful, as did the rest of her body, especially with their film of water and soap, and the light reflecting off them. When her front was mostly clean, I turned her around and had a bit more fun, spanking her a few times, then turned her back around again.

After a bit more fun, I also turned off the water, and attatched the hose. I also experimented with the different settings, then rinsed off whatever soap and honey was left, and then had some fun with the mist setting. Again, at different temperatures, I blasted various parts of her body with the fine mist, and again you can guess what part I concentrated on most. I also stopped to caress and play with parts of Mindy's body with my hands. I occasionally stopped to spray her entire body with that fine mist to maintain the effect of the light reflecting off that film of water covering her body.

Anyways, eventually my half hour was also over, and we took Mindy back out to the garage where Bob was still waiting. We reattatched Mindy in the same position Bob was in, and put her standing right next to him. We then tied his right leg to her left leg, and her right leg to his left leg, so they were secured back to back, with plenty of flesh touching. We also secured his right arm to her left arm, and her right arm to his left arm so they were even more together. Other than that, they were still as free to move around as they were before, although they had to move together. We then spent a few minutes tickling them, teasing them, playing with them, and swinging them around, then we untied two of the ropes so that Bob and Mindy were now only attatched to each other by one arm and leg. We then used the feather, paddle, and whip for a while, then gave them a bit of a rest. After that, we put them in a variety of positions, having fun with their bodies and allowing them to have some fun with each other's, but I won't describe that in any more detail. By the way, Bob and Mindy were sort-of boyfriend/girlfriend, but hadn't really done much to confirm that, except in situations like this.

Anyways, eventually it was time for them to go home, and that meant that it was time for Sheila to resume her status as my prisoner. Our first stop was the shower, although she didn't need one, so it was just for my pleasure, and also hers. This was the part I had been longing for for a long time. Sheila and her beautiful body were once again all mine! I had considered putting her in the garage for a while, and using various tools and techniques on her, but instead I decided to do something we both would enjoy. I secured Sheila to the shower frame, and then did basicly whatever I wanted, but within reason. First, I set the water to a nice temperature and sprayed her entire body with that fine mist we both loved, once again creating the scene that drove me so wild. I then soaped up my hands, and covered Sheila's entire body with them, enjoying every moment. Sheila also seemed to be having fun. I then picked up the hose and washed off all the soap, again with the mist setting, and at a nice temperature.

Next, I put the hose on a ledge I had set up, and set it to continually spray the mist at Sheila's chest, while I continued to caress her entire body. I was again in that state of bliss, but this time it would last as long as I wanted. Sheila was very obviously enjoying this. Eventually, I did stop, however, and removed the hose from its ledge. I now got a bit more mischievious, and blasted various parts of her body with randomly either hot or cold blasts of mist, though most of the time I aimed you-know-where. This brought a mixed reaction, but generally she seemed to still be having fun. After a while, I turned her around and continued the process, occasionally spanking her a couple of times. Since she now couldn't see what was about to happen, the effect of all this was doubled. I eventually stopped, and turned her around again, but this time I just tickled, teased, and played with her using my fingers. By now, we had both long since been very aroused.

Eventually I stopped, and left her there while I cleaned up what was left to clean up, and then returned. I then sort-of repeated what she did with me on that other night when she had me for the whole two days, except we stayed in the shower for the whole time, which was until after midnight. Again, these next few sentence may have to be cut out, but for the whole time, I kept teasing her almost to the point of orgasm, but stopping right before she got there to tickle her for a while. I also used the hose occasionally, and also the feather. Some time after midnight, I finally brought her all the way. I then untied her and retied her to the floor next to my bed, where she spent the night. After a bit more fun, I let her go the next morning.

Since then, the four of us haven't had any more meetings, but occasionally two of us would get together and either discuss plans for the future or try a few simple ideas for a few minutes. Nothing worth another story, though. We did have some very big plans for the weekend either before or after Sheila's birthday, which would be near the end of September. However, it would only work if we could get her place, and preferable my place as well all to ourselves, and get a bunch more people to join our group. We didn't want to risk asking anyone in town, so we dedided to wait until we went back to college/university to ask our friends there. By the way, the city I refer to has two universities and one college. Sheila and I go to one university, Bob goes to the other, and Mindy goes to the college. We have a few friends there that we think would like to join in the fun.

Another thing I forgot to mention before, I do have a girlfriend, but she lives in the city, and was on vacation for most of the summer. Sheila also sort-of has a boyfriend, but he also lives in the city, and they only phoned each other a few times during the summer. The event we are planning for the weekend before or after Sheila's birthday sounds like it will be really fun. Basicly, it's similar to a big game of capture the flag, but instead of a flag there will be a person who is already tied up. I may write a bit about it later, but I'll probably wait and see if it actually happens. Until then, I don't have any more stories to tell. E-mail is still welcome, even if you just want to tell me to shut up. I'm still waiting to see the end of those two stories, which for some reason are taking longer to type than this one is. I still say that a meeting on a chatroom would be a good idea, but apparently noone wants to bother. I guess that's all I'll write here. Goodbye until next post.

Hi, it's Jeff yet again. This story took place about a week after my last post. As I said before, my parents were away on another two day business trip, so we had both Sheila's place and mine all to ourselves. The week before, we had been discussing different ideas for what we could do, and we came up with something interresting. Again, this was mostly Bob's idea, but it sounded fun, so we went with it. It was largely the same as the hunt, except two people started off already captured, and one of them had to escape and possibly rescue the other one, after going through various challenges and capturing the other two players. Again, the positions and clothing a person started off with were decided by a poker game, with basicly the same rules as the version we played last time, except the winner of the final round got to be the person who escaped, and the loser became the person who needed to be rescued.

During the week we had discussed the basic rules and setup, but we still spent a few minutes discussing the specifics when everyone arrived. The winner would start out near the shed by my house tied up with ropes that could be untied easily enough, and the loser would be taken someplace else. If the winner failed to untie themselves by a certain time, or got caught again after they got free, both the winner and the loser would be the property of the other players for the rest of the day. However, if Sheila or I was the one in this situation, and the other was free, the one of us who was tied up would become the property of the other for the full two days.

This made things a bit more interresting. Anuyways, if the winner managed to get free in time, he/she would then have to find their way through the trails to Sheila's house without getting caught by any of the traps that the other players set up. Since we didn't have enough time or equipment to set up traps that someone could actually get caught in, we used traps that would simply "mark" the player as caught. If the player was seen with a mark, the player would then be ambushed and tied up by the other players. If the player made it through, he/she would then meet the other players in the "arena". The objective there would be simply to knock the other players out of the arena with a pillow or something.

If the player won a certain number of rounds, he/she would then be given a key that would allow them to access some ropes with which to capture the other players. However, the ropes would be stored inside the shed they started out in, and to get there, the player would have to cross through the trails again, but this time, the other players would also have "weapons" with which to mark the player as caught. Scattered around the trails were various weapons the player could use to mark the other players. If they were marked, they would be gone until the next round, though they could still try to steal the key. All the traps would still be active, but some new ones may be added or some old ones moved around for a bit more of a surprize. Also, the other players could try to steal the key from the player, but would have to give it back if they were marked again. Bob really liked the idea of getting to live out a situation from a video game, especially with the prize involved.

If the player got to the shed again and retrieved the ropes, he/she would then enter the trails again and try to capture the other players, who would also have ropes with which they would try to capture the player. During the whole time, the loser would be on display somewhere in the trails, tied to a tree and surrounded by a bunch of traps. If the player actually managed to capture the other players, then he/she would have the option of rescuing the loser, possibly in exchange for something. Whoever was free would then get to do pretty much whatever they wanted with the other players for the rest of the day, or possibly longer in some cases.

Anyways, Sheila came early that day, and helped me set everything up. By the time Bob and Mindy came, which was again around 1:00, we had mixed up a large batch of mud which would be used as the marking substance, prepared a few portable traps, and even made another shower frame for afterwards. When they arrived, we discussed the rules a bit more, and then went inside and began the poker game. Again it was a close game, but this time by the final round, Sheila and I were completely naked, and Bob and Mindy were in their underwear. Mindy was topless. With yet another stroke of luck, I won the final round again. Of course, I chose Sheila as the loser, since she was already naked, and she was the one I wanted anyways. I still suspect that everyone wanted it to happen this way, so they purposely lost a few rounds.

Anyways, Bob and Mindy then left to make some final preparations, then came back and escorted us to where we would be tied up. Bob took Sheila, and Mindy took me. Even though we probably could have overpowered them, we chose not to. Sheila was taked somewhere within the trails, and I was taken outside the shed. I was tied to the shower frame with one arm mostly free, but my other limbs tightly secured. Bob soon came back and helped finish tying me up, then left with Mindy to finish setting up the traps. I was told I had fifteen minutes to escape before they came back. As soon as they were out of sight, I started working at the ropes. I was able to freely move my fingers, and managed to free my right hand, then my whole right arm, and then eventually the rest of my body with about five minutes to spare.

I then entered the trails, proceeding cautiously so as not to set off any of the traps. I was surprized how many traps there were. A few of them were as simple as a small hole filled with the mud, but some others involved a branch that would launch a ball of mud at me if it was triggered by a tiny string across the ground. A few others would drop a bunch of mud on me if I walked underneath. Anyways, about halfway through the trails, after passing by a bunch of these without getting caught by any of them, I saw Sheila tied to a tree. She was naked, of course, and begging for help, but since I knew she was surrounded with traps, I cautiously passed on by, ignoring the tempting situation.

After less than ten minutes, I emerged from the trails into Sheila's yard. Bob and Mindy were right at the entrance, ready to ambush me if I got caught by any traps, but I hadn't, so they simply walked towards the arena, which was nearby, and I followed them. We hadn't quite agreed on whether the arena should be a patch of ground that was marked off, or some raised boards that had to be balanced on. Mindy and Bob chose to just mark off an area of the lawn that we had to stay in and knock each other out of. Bob was a bit disappointed that they didn't do anything more than that, but he didn't argue much. Anyways, the arena was a hexagonal patch of grass marked off by six boards. In each corner of the arena, there was a pillow. They were the square kind that go on couches, not the big fluffy ones that go on beds.

Anyways, Bob and Mindy decided that I would have to beat them both individually in a best-of-five match, then the two of them together in a best-of-three match. I beat Bob three to two, and Mindy five nothing, then the two of them together two to one. I won't bother describing how I won. When I won, Bob gave me the key to the shed, then him and Mindy ran back into the trails. Luckily, the key was attatched to a string I could wear around my neck, so I didn't have to carry it in my hand the whole time. However, that made it easier for them to steal. After putting the key around my neck, I gave Bob and Mindy a ten second head start, then rushed into the trails after them.

I knew where most of the traps were already, but I still had to watch out for new ones. There wasn't just one trail, by the way. There were a whole bunch of trails, connected to each other at different points. As I passed the first three-way intersection, Bob and Mindy charged at me from the trail to my left, and started throwing mud balls, so I ran to the trail to my right. A few of the mud balls came close to hitting me, but I managed to dodge them all, since I wasn't quite in range yet. I got hit by one new trap as I picked up some mud balls I found on the ground. I threw a few, and hit both Bob and Mindy with one each, knocking Mindy into another trap. Before I could hit them again, they split up and ran the other way. I then picked up two more mud balls, and continued quickly but carefully along the way.

As I approached another three-way intersection, right next to where Sheila was, Bob and Mindy charged at me from opposite directions. I threw one mud ball at each of them, hitting Mindy but missing Bob. I got hit by one mud ball Bob threw. When Bob was out of ammunition, both he and Mindy stepped back and allowed me to pick up a toy sword, which had the blade covered in mud, while Bob picked up another. Sheila and Mindy then watched as Bob and I fought using the swords. Sheila was cheering for me, and Mindy was cheering for Bob, since their freedom depended on the outcome of the fight. There were many close calls, but I managed to hit Bob twice before he got me once. Disappointed, Bob and Mindy stood aside while I continued on my way to the shed to equip for the final round.

I then went to the shed, unlocked it, and took the four ropes I found inside, which had already been prepared with slipknots. I then went back into the trails, and proceeded to where Sheila was, expecting to find Bob and Mindy there. When I got there, I didn't see them at first, but then Sheila shouted "Jeff, look out!" as Bob and Mindy charged at me from their hiding place around the corner. I also charged at them, and knocked Bob to the ground before he could do anything. I then easily wrestled Mindy and attatched the rope to her hands, which I put behind her back. When Bob got up, I wrestled him as well, and managed to pin him on the ground and bind his hands behind his back the same way I did to Mindy. I was now the winner.

More to come.

I was now the winner. Before I tied their feet together, I removed their underwear, so that all four of us were now completely naked. Since I didn't really want to be unsanitary, I didn't put on Bob's underwear. Anyways, I then tied them both to trees on opposite sides of Sheila. For a few minutes, I had some fun with all three of them, then opened the container of honey which was lying conveniently next to Sheila. I spread it over Bob and Mindy's neck and chest, but left Sheila alone for the moment. I continued to have some fun with all three of them, while Sheila asked me when I was going to let her go.

I thought for a while, then said that I would let her go in half an hour, if she agreed to my terms. My terms that she could be free until Bob and Mindy left, but after that, she would again be my prisoner until I said otherwise. Also, whenever I felt like it, I would be allowed to play with any part of her anatomy I chose. In exchange, she could be free until Bob and Mindy left, and she could also play with any part of my anatomy whenever she chose, if I allowed her. She could also join in whatever fun I would be having with Bob and Mindy. However, neither of us would get our clothes back until I said so.

Apparently, this sounded like a good deal to her, so she agreed. For half an hour more, I tickled, teased, and played with all three of them, though I left Bob and Mindy alone after the ants came. When the half hour was over, I untied Sheila. We then bade farewell to Bob and Mindy, who were now struggling against their bonds in vain to try to get away from the ants that were now swarming over them, and left them there while we went to clean everything up. About an hour later, we returned, carrying two deck chairs with us. For the next hour and a half, we sat there and watched Bob and Mindy, and discussed what we would do with them after the three hours was over. We would have another two hours until they had to go home, so we wanted to make as much use of it as possible. We also made use of the second part of our agreement a few times, whenever we were tempted to do so.

Anyways, a few minutes before the three hours would actually have been over, we had pity on Bob and Mindy, so we got up and brushed as many ants off them as we could, then carried them to my lawn where we brushed off the rest. We then took them to the garage, and then later to the bathroom, where the shower frame was already set up. The rafters in the garage were exposed, so we attatched some ropes to them and secured Bob and Mindy to the long ropes attatched to the rafters by their hands only. Their feet were free, and on the ground, so they were still able to walk and swing around for some exercise. Since the shower frame was still only for one person at a time, Sheila and I had to decide who went first. Neither Bob nor Mindy actually wanted to be first, since that meant they would receive that first blast of cold water, so Sheila and I flipped a coin to decide. Sheila and Bob ended up going first. By the way, my house has two showers. One is the regular shower/bath combination, and the other is pretty much the same as the one at Bob's place. We chose the smaller one, since that's what the frame was designed for.

I also made a few slight improvements to the frame's design, allowing the person to be tied in some different positions, and even moved around a bit once they were already secured. I also set things up so that the showerhead could easily be replaced with one of those heads for a garden hose that had a bunch of different settings. Anyways, we left Mindy in the garage, and Sheila secured Bob to the frame, then turned the water on full blast. Again, though the water was set for a comfortable temperature, it took a while to warm up, so Bob was hit with a blast of cold water. When it reached a comfortable temperature, Sheila stepped in, and started hand-cleaning Bob, having some extra fun at the same time. When he was mostly clean, she turned him around, and had some more fun, spanked him a few times, then turned him around again. During the whole time, I occasionally reached in the shower to change the temperature, and to feel Sheila's beautiful, and now shiny and slippery body. After she played with Bob for a while more, we turned off the water and attatched the hose, which was long enough to reach anywhere in the shower, and had settings such as jet, soaker, mist, shower, cone, and flat. Sheila had some fun with this, experimenting with the different settings and often directing a blast of mist, often very hot or cold, to various parts of Bob's body, though you can probably guess which part she concentrated on the most.

Anyways, when Sheila's half hour was over, she removed Bob from the frame, and took him to the garage, where Mindy was still awaiting her turn. We put Bob in her place, and secured Mindy to the frame in the shower. First, I reattatched the regular showerhead, and basicly repeated what Sheila did with Bob. Even though there was no need to, before I turned on the water, I turned the temperature down so Mindy got the same cold blast as Bob did. I then turned the temperature back up, got in, and proceeded to wipe Mindy's body clean with my soaped-up hands. Though Mindy's breasts were smaller than Sheila's, they still looked and felt wonderful, as did the rest of her body, especially with their film of water and soap, and the light reflecting off them. When her front was mostly clean, I turned her around and had a bit more fun, spanking her a few times, then turned her back around again.

After a bit more fun, I also turned off the water, and attatched the hose. I also experimented with the different settings, then rinsed off whatever soap and honey was left, and then had some fun with the mist setting. Again, at different temperatures, I blasted various parts of her body with the fine mist, and again you can guess what part I concentrated on most. I also stopped to caress and play with parts of Mindy's body with my hands. I occasionally stopped to spray her entire body with that fine mist to maintain the effect of the light reflecting off that film of water covering her body.

Anyways, eventually my half hour was also over, and we took Mindy back out to the garage where Bob was still waiting. We reattatched Mindy in the same position Bob was in, and put her standing right next to him. We then tied his right leg to her left leg, and her right leg to his left leg, so they were secured back to back, with plenty of flesh touching. We also secured his right arm to her left arm, and her right arm to his left arm so they were even more together. Other than that, they were still as free to move around as they were before, although they had to move together. We then spent a few minutes tickling them, teasing them, playing with them, and swinging them around, then we untied two of the ropes so that Bob and Mindy were now only attatched to each other by one arm and leg. We then used the feather, paddle, and whip for a while, then gave them a bit of a rest. After that, we put them in a variety of positions, having fun with their bodies and allowing them to have some fun with each other's, but I won't describe that in any more detail. By the way, Bob and Mindy were sort-of boyfriend/girlfriend, but hadn't really done much to confirm that, except in situations like this.

Anyways, eventually it was time for them to go home, and that meant that it was time for Sheila to resume her status as my prisoner. Our first stop was the shower, although she didn't need one, so it was just for my pleasure, and also hers. This was the part I had been longing for for a long time. Sheila and her beautiful body were once again all mine! I had considered putting her in the garage for a while, and using various tools and techniques on her, but instead I decided to do something we both would enjoy. I secured Sheila to the shower frame, and then did basicly whatever I wanted, but within reason. First, I set the water to a nice temperature and sprayed her entire body with that fine mist we both loved, once again creating the scene that drove me so wild. I then soaped up my hands, and covered Sheila's entire body with them, enjoying every moment. Sheila also seemed to be having fun. I then picked up the hose and washed off all the soap, again with the mist setting, and at a nice temperature.

Next, I put the hose on a ledge I had set up, and set it to continually spray the mist at Sheila's chest, while I continued to caress her entire body. I was again in that state of bliss, but this time it would last as long as I wanted. Sheila was very obviously enjoying this. Eventually, I did stop, however, and removed the hose from its ledge. I now got a bit more mischievious, and blasted various parts of her body with randomly either hot or cold blasts of mist, though most of the time I aimed you-know-where. This brought a mixed reaction, but generally she seemed to still be having fun. After a while, I turned her around and continued the process, occasionally spanking her a couple of times. Since she now couldn't see what was about to happen, the effect of all this was doubled. I eventually stopped, and turned her around again, but this time I just tickled, teased, and played with her using my fingers. By now, we had both long since been very aroused.

Eventually I stopped, and left her there while I cleaned up what was left to clean up, and then returned. I then sort-of repeated what she did with me on that other night when she had me for the whole two days, except we stayed in the shower for the whole time, which was until after midnight. Again, these next few sentence may have to be cut out, but for the whole time, I kept teasing her almost to the point of orgasm, but stopping right before she got there to tickle her for a while. I also used the hose occasionally, and also the feather. Some time after midnight, I finally brought her all the way. I then untied her and retied her to the floor next to my bed, where she spent the night. After a bit more fun, I let her go the next morning.

Since then, the four of us haven't had any more meetings, but occasionally two of us would get together and either discuss plans for the future or try a few simple ideas for a few minutes. Nothing worth another story, though. We did have some very big plans for the weekend either before or after Sheila's birthday, which would be near the end of September. However, it would only work if we could get her place, and preferable my place as well all to ourselves, and get a bunch more people to join our group. We didn't want to risk asking anyone in town, so we dedided to wait until we went back to college/university to ask our friends there. By the way, the city I refer to has two universities and one college. Sheila and I go to one university, Bob goes to the other, and Mindy goes to the college. We have a few friends there that we think would like to join in the fun.

Another thing I forgot to mention before, I do have a girlfriend, but she lives in the city, and was on vacation for most of the summer. Sheila also sort-of has a boyfriend, but he also lives in the city, and they only phoned each other a few times during the summer. The event we are planning for the weekend before or after Sheila's birthday sounds like it will be really fun. Basicly, it's similar to a big game of capture the flag, but instead of a flag there will be a person who is already tied up. I may write a bit about it later, but I'll probably wait and see if it actually happens. Until then, I don't have any more stories to tell. E-mail is still welcome, even if you just want to tell me to shut up. I'm still waiting to see the end of those two stories, which for some reason are taking longer to type than this one is. I still say that a meeting on a chatroom would be a good idea, but apparently noone wants to bother. I guess that's all I'll write here. Goodbye until next post.

1) Yes, these stories are greatly embelished and/or completely made up, but that's better than them being true but boring.

2) Yes, these stories are excessively long, but I believe that's better than them being short but completely devoid of detail.

3) Yes, these stories are a bit hard to believe, but not entirely impossible. I tried to make the stories sound like they could happen, even if they probably wouldn't.

4) Yes, I realize there was a lot of sexual implication in my stories, but most people here seem to think that makes the stories more interresting. I fully expected the person who maintains this site to censor some of the details before moving my stories to the archive, but I left them there for now for those of us who wanted to read them. In case you didn't notice, I also didn't write anything that was any worse than what other people have already written. Also, most of the offending sections were clearly marked for later removal.

Furthermore (I've never used that word before in my life), I never claimed to be a good writer, and even criticized my own stories. I clearly stated that if anyone didn't like my stories, they could freely say so without my objection. I realize that I went too far in many aspects of my stories, and for this I apologize. I actually didn't plan to write any more stories for a while anyways. This isn't much of an excuse, but I was already tired when I started writing that last story, and by the end I was too tired to bother going over it with any significant effort.

The reason I posted my stories was because they were fairly interresting, and I didn't find anything like them anywhere else. I again apologize for further contaminating this site with the not-so-good details, but as I said, until now I had only gotten positive responses. I realize I should have posted my stories elsewhere, but I didn't really like any of the other sites I found, and thought the people of this site deserved to read something different. Since the word "Games" was right in the title, I decided to go for it.

Although I didn't plan to do so, (I have already deleted the original text files from my computer) I am willing to consider either rewriting the stories I have written, skipping to the final two I didn't plan on writing until I went back to University, or just removing them all entirely. Sorry again to have already caused such a disturbence, but I'll leave it up to the good people of this site to decide what should happen now.

Well, I discovered the chocolate bar and took it to my office, where I hid it in my desk. Now one thing about our offices, they're without windows and have a locking door, so we can have privacy if needed. Later in the afternoon I told Dr. H that I wanted to see her in my office because I had something that I wanted to "torment" her with. When she came in, I shut the door behind her and she sat down and started yakking away for about 10 minutes talking about who knows what. Can't say I was listening all that closely, because I was busy thinking about the plan I was hatching. I also vaguely remember thinking about how nice it would be to slip a gag into that mouth, but that will have to wait for another time. Finally, she shut up and said, "Ok, so what did you want?"

I opened the drawer of my desk, where I had a piece of rope waiting, and said "you have to trust me, you'll get a laugh out of this!" She responded with the usual, laughing, "Oh no way!", "what are you going to do with me?", "you'd better not take me anywhere!". I responded with a quiet, "just play along, and trust me," as I pulled her very slender arms and hands behind her. I remembered that her elbows easily touch behind her back, because I had pulled them together before with my hands in playful times past. But this was not the time to push it. I had one piece of rope, and a partner that was going along, but I knew only so far. I pulled her wrists together crossed and tied them. I said, "sorry, going to have to make this tight so you don't get away!". She giggled. When I finished I went back around my desk and sat down. She was sitting directly across from me. I said, "and now, for your torment." The moment I opened my desk drawer it hit her. Her mouth flew open (where's a ball-gag when you need one?) and she said, "Oh! You found my chocolate bar!" I pulled it out, and began to open it. She began to twist around to try to free herself, but wasn't going anywhere. "Oh don't eat it!" she whined. Never intending to really eat it myself, I smiled. I had my fun, although I sure would have liked to do much, much more! I got up, untied her and we enjoyed the candy bar. Hopefully this won't be the last time for this kind of fun!! By the way, I'm still wondering about the Dragnet movie talked about above. Anybody know anything about it?

Hello, I'm Karen and I've never posted here before. I like the stories here, though some of them seem to be slightly off the theme implied by the title - but I guess it all adds variety. 

I'm in my second year at a southern college and live in a sorority house, Phi-Delta-Sigma (changed to protect the (not so) innocent(?)). I'm reminded of this story because, despite all the assurances that it doesn't happen, we just had our "Initiation Night". This year, I was an initiator, last year a young and (maybe) innocent initiatee! I'll tell my own story from last year and then add a few details from my experiences this year. So this is from last year ... 

There were three new girls in the house, Pat, Chris (names changed etc.) and myself (Karen is my real name). We'd all heard stories of initiations and all listened to the college Principal say that they were no longer allowed - we didn't know what to believe. Nearly a month went by at the start of the new term and we were starting to relax and believe the Principal when we discovered she was wrong. 

It was a warm, dry Friday evening. I was lying on my bed listening to a new CD my roomie had lent me - she was out somewhere but said I could. There was a tap at the door and I just shouted "Come in" without a further thought. The door burst open and three or four girls jumped on me holding me face down on the bed with my face in the pillow to muffle my cries for help. My hands were quickly pulled behind me and tied with my wrists crossed behind my back. My ankles were tied together and cinched. My head was then lifted from the pillow, a pair of panties stuffed in my mouth and my mouth was taped to keep them in. I was blindfolded and then my captors carried me bodily downstairs, right to the basement, I think, and tied me to a chair. I couldn't loosen the ropes, and attempts to shout produced only muffled grunts, so I relaxed and resigned myself to my fate. 

I grunted through my gag and got a grunt in reponse - I was not alone. A few minutes passed and there was the sound of more struggling - obviously the third new girl had been captured and brought in. She eventually calmed down and one of the senior girls began to explain what was happening. 

"Pat, Chris and Karen, welcome to Phi-Delta-Sigma! You know that the Principal has banned sorority initiations. So if you don't want to go through with this, you may opt out. But you can never be a full sorority sister unless you have been initiated into our society. Nothing will be done to you to cause lasting harm, though you may be a little embarassed for a while. You will not be hurt. Now are you prepared to join our sisterhood? Pat?" 

Pat must have agreed because the initiator said, "Good. How about you, Chris?" 

I assume the same response and I was next asked. I thought about it but being the only odd one out in the house didn't seem like a good option, so I nodded in agreement. 

"Good," said the initiator, "you all made the right decision. We will begin in 15 minutes." With that we were left bound, gagged and blindfolded to wonder what was to come. The 15 minutes seemed like an hour but then the sound of girls returning signalled the start of the proceedings. 

"Who wants to go first? Oh, you can't speak, we'll start with Pat," said the initiator. I could hear some activity as Pat was untied from her chair, some struggling, protests through her gag, followed by a silence as she had been calmed down, or restrained! Next came a buzzing sound - I couldn't work out what it was. It was soon followed by more gagged protests, then silence again. Next was a kind of gentle slapping sound, accompanied by muffled shouts. Silence again. A quiet period of 5 minutes or so, I guess, followed then more sounds of struggling. I guessed Pat was being returned to her chair. "One down, two to go," announced the initiator, "You're next Chris." 

The same process was repeated and the sounds I could hear were much the same - I still couldn't imagine what the buzzing might be. Oh well, I would soon find out, it was my turn next. 

"And last but not least, Karen." I was untied from the chair and my ankles were untied. I was lead over to a table of some sort. I was stripped from the waist down and pulled on to one end of the table. Each of my ankles was tied to a table leg spreading my legs. I felt very vulnerable and began to struggle and tried to cry out - all to no avail. My wrists were untied, one of the initiator girls holding each arm. They completed stripping me and tied my wrists to the other end of the table. A further rope held my waist down to the table. 

So there I lay, naked and spread-eagled to the table, tied down, and still gagged and blindfolded. What next? Once more I heard the buzzing and tried to work out what it might be. I soon found out - it was an electric razor and I was being shaved - first with the trimmers to remove the long hair and then the foil to smooth off the stubble. I struggled and tried to shout but it was no use. 

I then discovered what the gentle splapping sound I heard was - aftershave being patted over the newly shaved area - wow, did it sting! But that subsided and it began to feel more comfortable. They weren't finished with me yet! I felt a scratching on my newly shaved mound and felt a slight dampness. What could that be? 

I was then released from the table and my wrists were retied behind my back and was lead back to my chair and tied to it. 

The chief initiator then spoke to us again. "Well done girls, the worst is now over. When you can see again, you will find that we have painted the Phi-Delta-Sigma insignia on you. We have used Indian Ink, which is fairly indelible but does eventually fade and wash off. By which time, your hair will probably have grown back, if you choose to let it. We are going to leave you for a while now. We'll be back in time for your final initiation phase." With that we heard them all leave and having tested our bonds and found them impossible to escape, sat back to wonder what the final phase might be. 

Actually, we were never left alone - one of the initiators didn't leave but just sat quietly watching us in case our gags started to choke us or if muscle cramps were to set in. But of course, we didn't know that. 

We sat there naked and bound for what seemed like forever. From my experience as an initiator, I know that it was probably about an hour and a half. The silence was broken by the sound of the initiators returning. I was untied from my chair and my ankles were hobbled with a rope of about 12 inches between then, making walking progress very slow. With one girl holding each arm, to prevent me falling, I was walked up the steps and out into the warm night air. I'd almost forgotten that I was still naked! 

After a while, probably 15 minutes or so, we stopped and my wrists were once more untied. The girls holding my arms pulled them gently back until I felt the trunk of a tree on my back. My hands were tied behind the tree, then my ankles were tied together and to the tree. This was repeated above my knees and ropes around my waist and chest and shoulders completed my bondage. The tape was gently pulled from my mouth and the panties were removed. Relief was, however, short-lived. A fresh pair was pushed into my mouth but instead of tape, a cloth cleave-gag was used to hold them in. 

We were then left to either escape or be discovered in the morning. Up to this point, I had thought that ours was the only sorority house involved but I later discovered that all the houses co-ordinated their various initiations for the same night. Most seemed to involve being tied to a tree or a lamp post, or in one case, a set of stocks, in various stages of undress! Once again, unbeknown to the initiatees, guards were posted for the whole time we were "abandoned". 

Despite assurances to the contary, the college was obviously aware of what was going on because the security patrol made an early round the following morning before anyone else was around to release the various bound bodies along the avenue of trees beside the drive and on the lamp posts. Once released, I hurried back to my room, getting back at about 5.00 am. A very long leisurely soak in the bath got rid of most of the rope marks and eased the muscle aches. 

The three new "Sorority Sisters" were guests of honor at a celebration dinner on the Saturday evening - all laid on by the senior sisters. Would I do it again volunarily? No way! Did it do me any harm? No, except for the itch as my hair grew back! 

So, that was my experience - I think it is within site rules. Let me just add a few comments from my experience as an initiator. First, despite what the Initiatees thought, they were never, ever left alone while restrained. To do so would be insanely dangerous. Second, no permanent harm was done and had any of the initiatees decided to opt out, then those wishes would have been honored without question. Extra care was taken to ensure that the ropes were firm but not over tight - rope burns, cramps and restricted circulation are irresponsible, extremely dangerous and completely unnecessary. 

Now, just one bonus for you. In my year as an initiator, we had an additional victim. There were two new girls in the house, both of whom elected to be initiated. But the previous evening, we caught one of the male students peeking in on the dorms. After a short chase, we were able to capture him. We kept him prisoner for 24 hours, then added him to the initiatees. He was stripped, all his body hair shaved, and the Indian Ink was used to paint "Peeping Tom - caught peeking into girls dorms" on his chest. He was then taken out and tied to one of the trees for the amusement of the initiators from all the houses. The only difference was that after he was tied to the tree, his blindfold was removed so he could see who was looking at him. He's not taken his Tee-shirt off yet, apparently. On my experience, the ink will fade in another 6 weeks or so! 

Hope you enjoyed my story. I'll hold my email address for now, so comments through the site. Karen.

I can confirm the second part of her story as I was the "victim". But I wanted to explain my side of it. I'm not actually a peeping Tom, it was all part of a Frat House initiation! There were four of us seeking entry to the particular Frat house. As part of the "entrance examination" we all had to draw a "dare" out of a hat. Mine was to get at least two photographs through a Sorority House window, with a low lite camera (no flash) borrowed for the purpose. But I was spotted before I could make my escape. I'll leave you to guess whether I got the pictures - the clue is in Karen's post. 

I'm not convinced that my presence wasn't leaked to the girls - I'm sure I was quiet enough. The other guys got audiances for their dares too, depite their best efforts to avoid them. Perhaps Karen can tell us? 

On reflection, though a bit long, my "punishment" did fit the crime and no lasting harm was done. I think I may even have enjoyed it! And yes, the ink has finally worn/washed off and the hair has grown back, except on my legs - my girlfriend likes the smooth look and we have fun keeping them that way! 

In case case you were wondering, briefly, here is what the other three dares were : 

Initiate #1 

Walk, don't run, diagonally across campus naked in daylight. To ensure no false modesty, the initiates hands were tied behind his back with plastic wire wraps.
The guy elected to do this at 6 am, just after it got light but he still got an audience of around 20-25 girls. Walking across campus at 6 am, by chance? I don't think so! 

Initiate #2 

Walk home from across town (about 3 miles). Not difficult? Well, just to add interest, the guy had to wear just a bra, panties, stockings, garters and high (3") heels. Again, his hands were tied with wire wraps (there was a "guard" patrol, unbeknown to him following at a discreet distance).
An audience of about 15-20 girls showed up shouting their "encouragement". 

Initiate #3 

Spend the entire weekend (Friday after class thru Sunday night) cross-dressed. Not just throw a skirt on and carry on as normal but the full TV performance. He made a real effort and passed off undetected at the Mall, a bar, the Saturday dance and even church on Sunday! He was also the only one not to spend any significant time tied up. 

And of course, Frat House initiations aren't allowed and don't happen. The college Principal told us, so it must be true! I can't wait for them (not) to happen next year! 

Tom (P.) 

Hi, it's Jeff again. I decided to make one final post before I forgot about this site. A lot has happened since my last post, although the four of us only managed to get together one more time, which was on Sheila's birthday. Since my last post, Sheila and I have had a few more sessions, mostly at her house, all of which were increasingly sexual, and this time we focused on pleasing each other, although there was still plenty of tickling. All of these sessions were very sexual, so I won't describe them here any further. Sheila and I recently discovered that Bob and Mindy have had several sessions of their own, similar to the ones Sheila and I had, but apparently more amorous. One time when Bob had the house to himself for the whole day, he and Mindy reconstructed the shower frame, and had a lot of fun with it.

Of course, we have all gone back to college/university, and are all living in appartments scattered around the city. Bob, however, is staying in a house he shares with two other girls from our town, and some chinese students, apparently all girls. (lucky Bob) My girlfriend came back from her vacation, and I was going to write a seperate post about what happened shortly afterwards, but decided to briefly describe it here instead. Our group had agreed that we would have more fun with more members, so we decided to see who else we could get to join.

I invited a few of my friends from the city and set up a game of cards, and told them that the loser would be tied to the bed gagged, and in their underwear, and their girlfriend would be invited over. Naturally, I lost (they all teamed up against me), and I found myself in the situation I just described. If that wasn't enough, they left my girlfriend a note attatched to the outside of the door in an envelope that said "read this before you enter". The note warned her about what she would see when she entered, claimed that I agreed to the whole situation, and to a bunch of things that were listed and described in detail. When my girlfriend arrived, she read the note, and entered the room with an mischievous grin, the kind I saw on Sheila's face so many times. I'll leave the rest up to your own imagination, but I still think Sheila was more fun.

Anyways, over the next few days we talked about various things, but after about a week, we decided to break up. There were a bunch of things we didn't agree on, and she was jealous of Sheila, and a bit annoyed that I had so much fun with her. I was actually sort-of relieved at this decision, since that meant I could continue with Sheila without any guilt. A few days later, the four of us got together for Sheila's birthday. We started out with the usual game of cards, but this time we all teamed up against Sheila. When she lost, whe had a fun three-hour ticklefest with Sheila tied naked to her bed, and the rest of us with little or no clothing on. After Bob and Mindy left, Sheila and I had one of the best sessions yet. Since I spent most of the time pleasing her, we both had a good time.

Other than that, life has continued as normal. However, I suspect that something wierd happened at the place Bob is staying at. Judging by his response when I ask him about it, I would assume that whatever it was was very embarrassing. I guess that's about all that happened since my last post. This will most likely be my last post here. If I do have any more stories to tell, I'll probably post them on a different site. As for my other stories, as you may have guessed, they aren't true, but are inspired by actual events. Many of the events described in the stories did happen, but at a different time, or to a different person, or were made up for the sake of the story. The true version may have been equally interresting, but there were several details that the other members of our group begged me not to publicise. Rather than trying to work around those details, I put the remaining facts together in the way that would be most entertaining. However, I got a bit carried away on several occasions and started writing about our group's combined fantasies, which made the stories a lot less realistic. I realize that this site was intended for true stories only, but I thought mine would be close enough to be accepted. This will probably be my last post so I might as well say goodbye.

Suffice it to say that life went on. I graduated school, got a job, and tried to relish those times I spent with my sister, Terry, Pam, and Glenda in my memory. I never imagined that I would find another who might like to tie me up. I had been too lucky already, right? 

Then I met Beth... 

Beth was my girlfriend in '84, and will always hold a special place in my heart. She was a little tease, but I loved her, and at the time, I thought she was THE ONE. I have since found another, but I'll always remember Beth for giving me what I needed, and I hope, I gave her something in return... 

Beth was a nymphomaniac...I have no doubt of this, as she wanted sex all the time, anywhere, no matter the circumstances...in an elevator, in her parents empty house which was up for sale at the time, in the boathouse at the lake, wherever the mood hit her. I, of course, being a red-blooded American male, did my best to comply.

Beth was also a little kink. 

She liked to have special things done in sex; dripping candles, foot worship, and a few unmentionables too wild for this forum, so when I first mentioned bondage to her, I was happy to say that she did not bat an eye, but laid on the bed and waited for me to tie her up. She was into it...

I was usually the bondee, not the bonder up to this point, but I was no novice by any means. I quickly produced my self-bondage gear (ropes, scarves, etc.), and if she had any questions as to why I had all that stuff handy, she did not say a word. I quickly had her bound, hand and foot, to the corners of my bed, gagged and blind-folded, and waiting nervously for my next move. She looked hot, I will admit, and though I wished I was in her place, I was excited about being on the delivering end for once. I watched her writhe in her bonds, straining to get free, making little mewling noises through her gag, and I knew she was getting hotter by the second. 

By then, I knew what Beth liked, sexually, and I took every advantage of her helpless body. We had the longest session of fore play that I could remember, up to that point (though I won't go into details for the sensors sake), and when I finally untied her about 2 hours later, I had the greatest night of my life, again, up until that point...But then, if you've been reading my stories on 'True Stories', you'll see that life just gets better and better...
Not much of a story, I'll admit, but we're not here to get really graphic. Suffice it to say, we did the nasty, enhanced by the fact that she was bound and helpless through most of it. As I said, I am happier as the captive than as the tormentor, and after this round, our roles were reversed, and I was much the happy camper for my short time with Beth. 

It was later that year that I moved some 3000 miles to NYC, broke up with Beth (like a wimp- in a letter) and had a dry spell for a few years until I met my significant other, whom I have been with for the last 12 years...but that's another story altogether... 
Well, that's my contribution to this page. Hope you all enjoyed it, and at the least, I hope it inspired some of you to do me one better. This is a great board, but it seems to be a little slow of late, so until I write again...Do fun things, and keep those stories coming...
Curt

While I was on the "other side" of it shall we say... My "boyfriend" learned of my attraction to bondage when he pinned me while we were kissing. He just simply pinned my arms over my head with one of his hands and saw my reaction to this. You might want to try something along that line and watch for her reaction. You might get a strong reaction right away like my ex did from me (be prepaired for a negative reaction as well) or you might not get any reaction at all. 

If that is the case, try using it as a "threat" of sorts. If she ever does anything to annoy you (tapping your shoulder, talking durring a movie, tickling you etc.) just say something like "You'd better quit it or I'll have to tie you up." if she pushes more, then she might be into it too. It's worth a try. 

Or there's always everyone's favorite. 'TELL HER THE TRUTH'. If the subject of fanticies ever comes up (which I'm assuming it would at some point) just say it. It's tough to get out but trust me. You feel a lot better once you let someone know. It is important though not to make it sound scary or wierd. What ever you do, don't say "I know that this is going to freak you out but..." or "This is just wrong but I've always wanted to..." The point is to make her want to try it, not to scare her away from it. Making it sound as normal as possible will make her be more open to trying. Remember that an interest in bondage isn't wrong. It's just different, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. 

I hope that it works out and keep us updated as to how it goes.

I've been far away again for some time and I would like to tell you about what happened on one evening of this journey. If you have read my homepage you would know me as a passionate self bondage man. But what happened last Wednesday evening will change my life and my attitude drastically. I expressedly object to the terms "By posting information here you relinquish any rights that you may have over it." as prerequisite to post a story here. However I grant a NON EXCLUSIVE right to Canuck to show this story on his forum. If this is not O.K. with you, Canuck, you will have do delete this story! The story starts in the next part. 

Pretalk: The evenings in the hotel are sometimes very boring - the TV uses a language I do not understand - so I worked on some pictures which I got from the internet lately, to make some nice background pictures for the notebook. In principle I just selected the faces of some nice ladies and removed everything that looked like rope. My local "companion" here by chance clicked on the wrong name of the "recent documents" folder (I missed to clear this folder on the last evening, and with only a touch pad you cannot click very precisely). In an instant a picture "lady with a rope" appeared on the screen. He only stopped short for a moment, said "Sorry!" and terminated the graphics program. The consequences of this short incidence I was able to experience only later. All work had been finished with success and there was to be a final lunch. This lunch was also attended by two young ladies, who were introduced to me as "city guides". This was because we had the rest of the day off and wanted to see an exhibition in the next bigger town, from where my plane was due to leave the next morning. 

The curious thing about the "city guides" only was that they did not say or show anything, but that my companion did the guidance. Back in the hotel he said "Let one of the girls help you with your things!" and pointed in the room. I protested that I did not want to have a lady visit my room, but he only answered: "Girl not making love, only making entertainment. You will see!" She went into the room and immediately started to make some tea. It was really time to go into the restroom for me so I let her do. But when I had finished, she already had undressed except for a white body. I wanted to protest, but she only offered me the tea cup and put her finger to her mouth to tell me I should keep quiet. She watched me nipping at the hot tea and then went to her bag. I did not trust my eyes when I saw that she got out a big bundle of ropes from her bag. From this bundle that was more in order than it looked, she selected some long rope and put it behind her neck. Then she walked over to me and pointed out with short movements with her hand that I should tie the rope around her. In my surprise I did only understand at the third try. 

Some time ago I did look at the pages of Tammad Rimilia, a rope bondage specialist, so that theoretically I did know what to do. The way she put the rope behind her neck, this could start a nice G-string harness. So I did try it: The rope back under her armpits, crossing at her back, to the front again and to the back again just between her legs. She seemed to know this kind of tie-up because she really helped to do it with her movements. Finally she readily put her hands at her back. There I tied them with several loops and got the rope to her front for the final knot. She made some checking movements, went to the mirror looked at it and started to shake her head heavily. With words that I did not understand but with movements I really did understand she showed me that the rope was not tight enough, and that she could get her hands too much to her front. After some movements she also could each the final knot. Then she gestured me to untie her, which I did. 

Free again she made it clear to me that I should undress now. When I was only in my underpants she put the rope around my neck now and started to tie me up in the same way. Again I did not understand what she said, but her movements were to be understood very easily. She showed me where and when to pull the rope more tightly and which position the wrists should have to be securely tied-up. After this demonstration she immediately untied me and put the rope around her neck again. This second time it seemed to be much better with her because after the first part she put herself onto the bed belly first and bent up her legs to point out a hog-tie. She also made some movements with her elbows to show that there was also something missing. I tied everything up for a little parcel which she rewarded with joyfully winding herself. Finally she pointed with one of her much too long finger nails to her hip and for the first time she said a word that I really did understand: "Tickle!" So I tickled her until she was violently shaking her head telling me to stop. 

I untied her again. Then we both had a shower, without ropes, and... [CENSORED] ... Before we went to sleep she again tied me up in a similar G-string harness. Only she did not tie up my wrists and following the usual final knot on the tummy she continued to put another knot down the crotch so that my private part were framed by these two ones. Then the rope went back up for a final knot just between my shoulders. She did tie up my elbows on the way up, not that my movements were really disabled, I just could not reach that final knot! So the "nights rest" started together with her. The special way I was tied-up resulted in a constant excitement on my side. Shortly before the alarm would ring, we again... [CENSORED] END 

It was halloween night 3 years ago and I was a sophmore in college. I went to pick up my friend Heather at her sorority to go to a party. She was dressed as a cowgirl in her skin tight jeans, tight button down shirt (unbuttonned to the breasts) with a red bandana tied loosely around her neck, boots, and cowgirl hat. anyway she is about 5'2" 110 lbs, black shoulder length hair and a great body. At the party we tried ectasy(spelling) for the first time. We decided to leave the party early and go back to her room. thats when the fun begins. 

At this point I have an unbelievable body high going on from the ectasy. Heather walks over to her closet and grabs a long rope and starts twirling it around in the air and says to me that now she's a real cowgirl. I don't know if the drugs took over but i stated my thoughts out loud saying "real cowgirls on t.v. don't get to twirl rope around in the air instead they are tied up with it" she then says to me with a smile "you wouldn't dare" turned back towards the closet and thats all i needed to hear. I ran over and hand gagged her from behind and brought her over to the bed where i tied her hands behind her back and then tied some of the remaining slack around her waist and hands so they wouldn't go anywhere. then i grabbed a couple of nylons off the floor and tied her ankles together and then tied the other one around her legs at the knees. After testing the bonds and found them to be to tight to get out of I untied the bandana she had on around her neck and cleave gagged her (pinning her beautiful black hair against her head) She looked so incredibly sexy, but I could still kind of make out the words she was saying so I went over to the closet and found a nice white cloth and placed it between her lips and tied it behind her head. 

I told her she had 10 minutes to try to get loose before I started tickeling her. She squirmed, struggled, and mmmmppphhhh desperately trying to get out of her bonds. After watching her struggle for 10 minutes I started to tickle her lightly and then started caressing her. I asked if it was o.k. and she nodded yes considering she was tightly cleave gagged. The cool thing about it was she was getting turned on uncontrollably and so was I as those tight jeans and her a** moving side to side as she was trying to get loose. I took her gag off and untied her b/c she wanted some water after finishing the glass she stripped down to her silk red bra and underwear and asked me to tie her up helplessly in the bed gagged and all. I didn't waste anytime tying her hands together and then tying them above her head to the head post and then tied her ankles together and then took my time cleave gagging her with the bandana and then tying the white cloth over that also cleave style. I can't tell you what happened the rest of the evening but lets just say it was amazing. later on, sorry its long.