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Hope you enjoyed the story...
(oh, i was untied by matron after almost an hour!)

It was my senior year in high school. I never was what one would call a jock in school but I did play in some of the sports. To be honest, after practice and after the games when the rest of the guys went out to party, I got in my jeep and went my own way. I got along great with the rest of the guys on the team but never was one for the party crowds. 
There was this one girl on the cheer leading squad that always got my eye. She was around 5',6" with long, straight, jet black hair. And a perfect figure. She had a voice like a true southern bell to. At the time I didn't know if she knew that I had a major crush on her or not. But when she knew I was looking her way she would find some way to tease. Okay maybe she did know. Dam she was a sight in that blue and white skirt and top. 

After a home coming game one night rather then staying for the party at the lake near our school, I changed into my jeans, boots, and black t-shirt. My old bandana I ware under my helmet was stuffed in my back pocket. I drove to the other side of the lake and reached in my cooler that I stashed some beer I got from my older brother's fridge at his shop. I sat on the hood of my jeep and opened a can. It was warm that night and I was enjoying the night air. About a half hour into my six-pack some head lights pulled up behinde me. I thought that Old man Smith saw me on his side of the lake and called the law. As the car came closer I saw it to be a toyota. To my suprise and excitment, it was Dawn getting out and killing the motor. She was still in her uniform. She asked if I care for some company and of course I said she was more than welcomed. She sat on the hood of the jeep with me and opened a beer for herself. I didn't know what to say. I mean this beautiful goddess next to me and I was stumped for words. She removed her shoes and socks, droping them on the ground next to the jeep and continued with her drink. "What is it going to take to get you to ask me out?" she said out of of the blue. My heart almost jumped out of my throat. "I've been struting on that ball field every week trying to get your atention." she continued. "Oh you had it from the get go." I replied. "I even bent over showing my but under my skirt just for you to make a move." she said after another sip from her beer. "So I figured I would have to come right out and say it to you." 
"How may of those beers have you had tonight?" I asked. She said that this one was the first. "Just what kind of responce where you looking for? Me to tie you up and take off the field over my shoulders?" I said with out even thinking it. "Now that you mention it, that's not a bad idea." she said with a laugh. "Girl I've been putting up with your teasing all the back back to 11th grade." I said. To hell with it I thought. Now is a good a time as ever to speek my peace. "What are you going to do? Spank me? At least it would be some kind of response." My erection jumped at the words. "Carefull, all that flirting's going to catch up with you." I replied "And if you keep at it, it will be sooner that later." I finished. "After this long. I don't think so. I mean I don't think you got it in ya. Here I'll even help you out." she got on her hands and knees while on the hood and crawled across my lap. "Here it is, right here in front of ya." my erection was about to rip through my pants and I could here my pulse pounding in my head like a hamer. Dawn looked at my crotch with a naughty smile. "Well at least you can get it up a little bit." Okay that's it. I thought. If she was asking for it she was sure as hell going to get it. I downed the last gulp of my beer and chunked the can in the woods. She looked to where the can fell and I brought my hand down on the back of her exposed thigh. The crack loud and sharp braking the silance. "Ouch!!!" she yelp in surprise. "Like I said. Be careful what you ask for." As she rubbed the spot I struck. I reached behinde me and removed my bandana from my pocket. Forcing her other hand behind her, I bound her wrists togheter with the bandana. With out her arms to hold her up, her wait fell across me with her firm stomach in my lap. Holding her bound wrist clear with my left, I raise her skirt up with my right exposing her beautiful, firm, bottom. I groaped her tight ass through her panties. she let out a slight sigh. With out warning I brough my hand down with a loud crack. Then another and another. She yelped and squealed in my lap. It was about a mile across the large lake so I knew we were safe from being seen from the large fire at the home comeing party. I just kept bringing the swats down one after another, switching from one cheek to the other. She bucked and kicked as her bottom was being spanked through her panties. She yelp and squealed as she bucked in my lap. After I don't know how many swats to her blistered bottom I helped her to her knees and she placed a knee on each side of me with use face to face. I got lost looking into those deep blue eyes. We kissed like there was no tomorrow. Our tongues doing their own dance in each other's mouth. 

That was a night in that is printed in my mind for always.

Plase forgive the bad spelling and typing. Keyboards never are my best tools.

She noticed. “Michael! Shame on you! You start behaving yourself this very instant! Or will I have to tie you up?”

Oh, wow! And those words: the very thought of something like that, on top of the spell I was already under. She was just talking playfully, of course, but the thrill and fantasy of the thought, in the state I was already in, propelled something out of me to the effect, “Ohhh, I would love it so much, if you did that!” before I realized what I was saying.

She giggled, “Oh, Michael; you’re so cute! You dear man! Tee hee!” She paused and thought a moment, and then took me by the hand and said, “Honey; come with me! I am going to tie you up real good!”

And did she ever! She led me to a wooden chair next to a table in her room and tied me quickly, simply, and securely to it. She is an expert; and I was completely helpless in no time. My ankles were tied up off the floor, over the cross beam under the chair, which she had thoroughly padded for me by wrapping a towel around it. My wrists were secured to the arm rests and cinched, and she made the knots un-untieable by pulling the ends tightly back to where she tied my elbows, and securing them there, so that they couldn’t be drawn back. This made my wrists absolutely impossible to be untied, without releasing those ends, first; and of course there was no way I could reach them. My elbows were then secured to the junctions of the armrests and the back of the chair, and my waist, chest, and knees tied immovable to the appropriate chair parts, all far out of the reach of my tightly secured hands. She made certain that I wouldn’t even be able to wiggle or jerk enough to make the chair move at all; ensuring that there was no way I would tip over and maybe hurt myself. I was going to stay right in that spot where she put me, until she set me free again! 

She did it very cleverly, with an eye for safety. Except for my wrist knots, I was all tied up with cute little bows, that she would be able to release instantly, with just a quick tug, if there was any emergency. But since I could reach none of them, each of those cute feminine little bows held me as securely as if it were a heavy padlock.

“There you are, you dear! Are you comfie?” I certainly was; she had tied me lovingly and with great care. There was no circulation danger anywhere, and, unlike it would have been if she had tied my arms behind my back, she could keep me there for hours without my experiencing any stress, aches or fatigue. I could easily fall asleep, there, in the comfort she had put me in. And I wouldn’t wear myself out trying to escape; she had made it very obvious to both my logic and my body that struggle would be utterly futile. 

She got into my lap, sort of sideways at an angle, with her dress coming up just above her knees, revealing her slip underneath, and put her soft arms tightly around my neck, and kissed me. She held me like that for a long time. I went into a swoon. This was the most intense pleasure I had ever known. Absolute heaven! 

“I love you, Michael; you needn’t worry. I’m going to watch over you, treat you real nice, take very good care of you, and I will know exactly when it’s time to set you free, again.” 

And then she got down, went behind me, and blindfolded me, very expertly. I could see absolutely nothing, not even a speck of light from the edges. I felt her hair brush my cheek, and I got another kiss from her.

“Please don’t leave me blindfolded, Diane. I want to see you!” 

“No, Michael; I’m not going to let you see anything, for awhile. You need to learn how to act properly in the presence of a pretty girl: in a girl’s presence, you will be humble and respectful. When I think you’ve learned your lesson, and will not rudely gaze at a lady, as you were doing, then I will let you see again.

Then I heard her close the door, and lock it! “Diane? Are you still there? Diane?” There was no reply. I listened for her footsteps inside, or outside, down the hall, but couldn’t hear anything, from the soft carpeted floors. This was really a weird sensation! I couldn’t see a thing. I couldn’t hear a thing. I couldn’t move. I was absolutely helpless, completely in the control of another person, the most lovely person in the world. I had no idea where she was. I had no idea when she would come back for me, or what she would do with me when she did. The sensation cannot be described, you have to experience it to have any idea of it. It involves fear, ecstasy, panic, pleasure, wonder, despair, embarrassment, adoration, utter helpless dependence, and anything else you would imagine, all jumbled together, all in greater intensity than you would imagine.

It seemed like eternity passed. Nothing. I would call out to her. Utter silence. I seemed to be all alone; but I had no idea whether I actually was, or not. I could only wait, in her tiny space she had put me in, in absolute silence and darkness. More time went on. It must have been over two hours, I figured; but I had no way to figure. I couldn’t see anything; I couldn’t hear anything; I couldn’t move an inch. The tiny space in which she had tied me was hers, and not mine. My freedom to see, to hear, or to move was hers, and not mine. My heart was hers, and not mine. My very life was hers, and not mine. I was completely and absolutely her very own possession, not mine.

I knew that wherever she was, she was watching over me. I knew that she was loving me. I knew that she would not let anything happen to me. The whole sensation is something that can’t be described or known, unless it happens to you. 

I drifted off, into dreamland!

Suddenly I was back in her room, tied in her chair, aware of her little hand pressing my head so our cheeks were together, for a moment, and she kissed me again. I still couldn’t move or see a thing. “Michael, Honey; have you been a good boy?” She untied my blindfold; and what a beautiful sight was the first thing I saw again! She was kneeling in front of my chair as she finished untying my blindfold, her beautiful face smiling up into my eyes just inches in front of me.

She pulled another chair up to the table, next to mine, and sat next to me. In front of us she had placed a beautiful meal for each of us. She had tied a bib around my neck.

She gave thanks to God, that He had provided for us everything we have. She thanked Him that He had given me to her. She thanked Him for the delightful time we were having together. And for many other things, especially for our lives. And the eternal life He had given us by His death for our sins. That He had given us to believe in the Lord Jesus that we might have that life, and never be condemned for our sins.

We dined together, with her feeding me.

I asked her: “Diane, why are you so utterly lovely, if I’m not allowed to look at you? Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be? That your man can rapture in your beauty? The Bible mentions that numerous times. Why was your slip manufactured to look so lovely, with the beautiful lace and all? Surely it is for someone to enjoy the sight of? And who would that someone be? Certainly not yourself, I’m sure. And certainly not for the world, since the sight of it is concealed under your dress, in public. Why did you thrill me by letting me see it, as you sat on my lap? Is it not all intended for the delight of the one man you love?” 

“Yes, Michael, you dear one man I love. It is all for you. I take a lot of care, and I always will, to delight and to thrill you. Because I love you, and you are my very own! It is a thrill to me to be a delight to you. Of course, that IS why you are helplessly tied there, right now. Did you really think I was just making a “playful remark,” that led up to this, this evening? I had planned it, knowing you, and your love for it, very well; and I had previously studied how to tie up a man so lovingly and expertly, just for you. No girl has that ability without diligently learning it. So, now that we belong only to each other, it’s fine and proper for you to look. That is why I have now taken off your blindfold! Not, of course, because ‘I think you’ve learned your lesson!’ Tee-hee!”

After dinner, she untied my bib, gave me a kiss, took everything out, and locked me in, again, turning out the light as she left. Though she didn’t blindfold me this time, I could see very little, as it had now gotten quite dark. But unlike before, I could see enough to know that she wasn’t in the room with me. And again, as before, I could only wait, unable to move, unable to hear anything, unable to see. Wondering: has she has left me here for the night? No; of course, she would never do that to me! Besides, it is her bedroom where she has me tied.

And then, again, I have no idea of how long she had left me there, I hear her unlock the door, and she turned on the light. She was as beautiful as ever, in her nightie, now.

“Hi, Michael, you dear! Are we ready to be untied, now?”

“Ohhh, how I would love that!”

“If I do, can you be good?” 

“Please, Diane Honey; I will be VERY good! I love you so much.”

“Ta-da! Time to be untied!”

And I do love being untied, as well as being tied up, by Diane. Either way, it’s a delightful intimacy: that experience of her loving attention and care of me.

She did it very slowly. Like twenty minutes, instead of the less than a minute she could have done it in. After each part of me was untied, she caressed me: “There! Is that better, Honey?” But she left me still quite helpless, all the way to the very end, when she finally untied my ankles, then my elbows, and finally my wrists. 

We snuggled and talked for awhile, and finally she kissed me nighty-nite; and I had to leave, sadly, for home, as she locked the door behind me. She waited for my call, to tell her I was back home, ok.

But not for long. Soon we are to be together always. I will be the macho provider for our home, the head of the house, the leader of our family, the father of our children. But there will always be those delightful retreats from this real world, into that beautiful fantasy world with her, as this wonderful night was.

When Diane untied my ankles from the crossbeam, that alone accomplished nothing toward my release. The way my legs were folded under the chair with my ankles across the cross beam I was strangely unable to get my feet on the floor, even with my ankles untied.

She had to lift them off the crossbeam, and place them on the floor for me; I couldn't do it myself. 

She wouldn't have had to have tied my ankles in the first place! Simply lifting them over the beam would have rendered them just as helpless as they were, being tied there.

But that would have lacked the thrill of feeling them tied there.

Once, I encouraged her to massage my feet by using her nails, and once she saw it was actually a tickle fetish, she obliged by sometimes just tickling and watching me wriggle in ecstacy. 

One night, I pulled some rope out of the back seat and said, "Tie me up. Then, you can tickle me and I can't fight you."

She was apprehensive, but conceded. I took my shoes off and placed my feet in her lap. She said, "First things first" and had me put my wrists on the steering wheel. She tied them tightly on either side of the wheel, with me leaning against the driver's side door. 

"Now, for your feet". She slipped my socks off. "If I'm gonna tickle you, I want bare feet," she mused. That was what I was hoping for.

She roped my ankles together and attempted to tie the ends to the door handle, with only some luck. My feet were tightly bound, but they weren't totally immobile. Still, with what she was about to do, I wasn't planning to try to escape.

She made a bet - you have 1 minute to get free, if you don't, I tickle your feet for 1 minute. Then, you get another minute. For each minute you are tied, you are tickled for a minute. 

For how long? I asked. A Roger Waters tape was playing. Until this tape is over...thank God he writes long songs.

She gave me my obligatory minute, and I squirmed about, but couldn't escape. I imagine I could've if I were alone and desperate, but the incentive to stay her prisoner was too great. 

When the digital car clock turned over one minute, she smiled. "Now, stay still. For the next minute, you belong to me". She laughed as my feet wiggled at her touch. Her nails were long, and she knew just how to delicately dance them along my soles to get the maximum reaction. It was sheer torture.

We went back and forth like this for about 15 minutes, then she took mercy and said she'd untie me. Worried that I'd be too pushy, I agreed. She untied my feet, and then untied my hands. 

There was another time she had me massage her bare feet while my hands were tied together, but she didn't like tickling, so I had to behave...

so, are you more susceptible to tickling when in stockings or barefoot? Ever had stockings cut off your feet after you were tied so your bare feet could be tickled?

Just curious...

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I removed her pumps (she always wore dressy shoes, no hose)."You won't be needing these..." I said. "Oh no..you're not going to tickle my feet!"

"That's the idea," I said. Once she was barefoot, I traced a finger along her sole. She squealed and tried to slap at me, but the angle at which she had to sit for her feet to be suspended via the wheel was high enough that she couldn't do much damage. I lied again: "I have some rope too. Slap at me again, and you'll find your hands tied."

She said, "Fine. Get this over with." So, I attacked her feet joyously, scampering my fingers along her soles, insteps, and toes. She giggled and shrieked, and threatened revenge.

I finally relented and unchained her. She stayed mad for a while, but decided to forgive me after she plotted her revenge, which is the next chapter of this story, coming soon.

It was a weekend and all of the freshmen guys were hanging out on freshmen floor (it is named this for obvious reasons) in what we called a quad (this is how it is setup: there is a main common room which is the entrance and middle room out of all the three rooms in a quad. Then there are two other rooms are on each other side to the left and right with two beds each). The boys were all really bored. I don’t know how it was brought up but someone was talking about how others have been tied up in previous times of the year. Then someone mentioned how funny it would be to duct tape someone to the wall above a bed with 3 (yes that’s right 3!) rolls of duct tape! All of a sudden people started looking at me funny…

Well at first I was very confused but I soon realized what was going on. Now let me give you a little advice. You DO NOT want to be the smallest person in your grade and the least popular at the same time. BAD COMBINATION! Well just when I went to dart up and head for the door it was too late. All of the male freshmen population was on my back and I could not move let alone yell. Somebody said “I’ll go get the duct tape!” I struggled but to no gain. People were holding my legs, arms, and mouth.

Finally someone came with three rolls of duct tape. They let go of me as they started to tape my ankles so I wouldn’t run away and I started to say “YOU LITTLE SONS OF…MMMMPH! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!” was all I could get out when they stuffed a sock in my mouth and put duct tape around it to secure it in tight. “Shut up and stay still!” somebody said as he punched me clean in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and weakening me temporarily. During this time they dragged me into one of the bedrooms and held me up to the wall after taping my wrists to it. They had me in a cross position like Jesus on the cross.

Now the thing about duct taping someone is that you must have the tape go around something (like circle around the wrists) not just on top of it, to properly constrict the body movement (no matter how much tape you use). I knew this but they obviously didn’t. The reason I did not just jump down was simple. I wanted them to waste the tape so they had nothing else to tie me up with when this would fail. I would surprise them too. The other problem was that I didn’t want to hit my baby makers on the wooden chair below when falling either.

Well soon they were piling the duct tape on me. They were halfway through the second roll when somebody was just about to poke me in the side. Now I am EXTREMELY ticklish on my sides, so when I didn’t see this coming it scared me and I jumped right off the wall just ruining my plans! The secret was now out that it wouldn’t work at all. To make matters worse I DID hit myself square on the weak spot while going down (damn wooden chair *sigh*) so I was really weak when I hit the ground.

There were only about 2 or 3 kids left in the room so I assumed the rest left and went to eat or something only to return later. This I thought gave me the advantage to escape along with surprise. Well with all the strength I could manage (after getting hit in the manhood) and ripped off my gag and ran out the bedroom door and into the common room where I thought I was a hop skip and a jump away to the door of freedom. But I was wrong. It seems all the boys were still there…only they were looking for cameras. (Now I was glad to at least be aware of this. There is nothing more humiliating than not only being tied up by your whole grade, but to have MANY pictures taken to show and prove to others! Like the girls…>_<) I heard someone yell “HEY! He’s escaping! Get him!” everyone looked up and just tackled me to the ground. I was almost there too! (The ankle tape did not help *sigh*)

Once I was tackled again I could not breathe again. Well once they got off of me someone held me at the legs and at the arms and the mouth again while they wondered what to do with me. The one good thing about being little is that you can squirm a lot. I wriggled and twisted and guess what! I got free! People were saying “Hold onto him!” others saying “I can’t! I can’t! He keeps on squirming too much. But once again numbers were the problem. Suddenly someone grabbed me by the hair and yelled “LET’S TIE THIS LITTLE B*TCH UP LIKE WE HAVE BEFORE!”

Well since they still had another roll and a half of duct tape so they started taping my wrists on the arm rests of one of those office chairs. They taped my legs to the pole below it connecting the legs to the chair. Someone came right in my face and said evilly “How’s that?” I spat in his face and said “No! How was THAT?!” He slapped me so fast I didn’t know what hit me. He said “That’s it!” I started to say “F*** YO….MMMPH! Mm mmmph!” Of course they couldn’t stand my smart mouth so they stuck another sock then quickly applied duct tape. “You talk too much anyways” he replied. I could only give them all a cold stare. Once they were done someone said “Hey I know! Let’s have a little fun with him….”

My eyes grew huge when this was said. I knew exactly what he meant. I tried to beg “Mm mmm! Mm mmm!” (NO! NO!) But he was already advancing and there was nothing I could do. He started to tickle me mercilessly under my arms and on my stomach. Everyone else joined in and tickled me without relent. It was a nightmare. It was pure torture with 25 people all on you at once. I was laughing so hard that I fell backwards in the chair and they still held me tight on the ground so I wouldn’t bounce. There were people at my neck, my arms, my stomach, and feet. I tried for all it was worth to scream for help but between all the laughing I was doing and the gag nothing came out. They did this for a whole hour before taking a break only to do it for another whole hour again. By the time they were done I thought I would faint from exhaustion! (I almost did too!)

And after that they gave me some serious wedgies! Oh man, were these kids good with wedgies! They stood me upright and then after the icing they put the cherry on top. They took TONS of pictures! They were all laughing so much! Oh GOD as if this wasn’t humiliating enough. All I could do was give them the cold hard stare as if saying “Go ahead. I DARE you to untie me!” Well when they finally untied me I considered rushing one of them but I decided to make the better judgment considering how many people would be against me; unless, of course, I wanted another 2 hours in “the chair”. I left with my head down and others laughing it up. A similar incident (but not as severe for me luckily) happened the next weekend that has a rather humorous outcome in my favor. But that’s another story.

This was my first true story that I have ever posted here. Please tell me what you think (feedback if you liked this one) and if you would like to hear my other story please tell me. I also have a few more still. So tell me if you want to hear them! ;)

One night i was invited to a party in edinburgh where i knew there would be lots of girls so me and a few of the mates headed for the braid hills area of the city . 

well the house was huge a big posh job so i checked the invitation sure enough this was the place me and my 2 pals were invited in by this angel with long dark hair ( my fantasy girl as she would be known as) my pals took one look at her and said "thats him happy for the night" this party was great the girs were all in the party dresses and we were all dolled up as well. a few hours into the party it started to die down a bit so (darkhair) asked if we had any ideas to liven it up . thu usual drinking games were done so i suggested a game called " chance" which involved picking 3 
guys and 3 girls one in each room and they had to pick a number between 1+3 . 
 
 

so then who ever picked each other was to be tied face to face with each other and they had to guess who the other one was using only yes and no.so next thing i knew a scarf was tied around my eyes and my hands were tied with rope i was pulled forward and put into a bedroom next thing i heard the door open and a female voice said"tie her to him" i felt this body being tied to me the rope wrapped around our arms pinning us face to face and our upper bodys were tied tightly together. 
 
 

then our feet were tied together and we were pushed onto the bed we struggled to get free to no avail so we asked the usual questions what do you look like etc then bingo i asked " did you have a red dress on and have long dark hair" ? yes she replied i described me and my 2 palsthen she started to giggle "they are tied to my sister and her freind . when i realised that i was tied to the dark haired stunner i started to laugh she asked what was funny , i told her that i had fancyed her from the moment i had seen her she to my astonishment said the same. i then said that i did not want to be untied from her and we stayed like that for 20 mins when hher sister came into the bedroom to untie us ,they took our blindfolds off i looked into her eyes and smiled. we were then untied and i looked around " is this your room i asked " as there was photos of her all over the room. " yes it is" we were alone now and then she got up and closed the door and pushed a chair in front of it. she grinned an then turned her back on me and then said " can you tie me up again she crossed her wrists behind her back and i tied her hands tightly together she then said now what ? i kissed her and the rest is 
our secret 

if there are any girls in the edinburgh area that like tie up games email me

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