I was 15 years old at an overnight camp, as C.I.T.. I previously never dreamed or thought about being tied and gaggged, but after this experience it became one mine, if not my favorite fantasy. 

It was the last night of camp and I was in my cabin, in the middle of the wilderness. We had done a lot of activities with the girl CITs so I knew most of them. Me and my cabin mates were drinking, planning on which girls we would spend the night with. At about 10 at night, a group of hotties came into our cabin and began to mingle. There was this girl Christine who I had an eye on, even though we never really talked much through out the summer. She sat on my bed next to me and we began conversating.

Christine was about 5'7, thin with a sexy body, and had long black hair. She was half Chinese and half Irish, and had just broken up with her boyfriend of 2 weeks, 3 days before. When she walked in to a room all the guys would always pay attention, and was considered 1 of the hottest girls in the camp.

When she was on my bed, she turned around and started talking to her friend sitting on the bed beside mine. I got annoyed for some-reason, and noticed her bra-strap was showing through her tank-top, and pulled it back and let it go. 

She said. "OOCH" gave me a look and kept talking. So I did it again, and this time she turned to me and said, "if you do that again, I'm going to tie you up." I laughed and thought to myself what the hell is gonna tie me up with. There was a role of clear electical tape sitting in the front of my cubbie where my clothes were, and I never noticed. So for fun I snapped her bra again. She stood up and said, "I'll be back in a minute." As I waited, her friend Barbara moved over to my bed and started talking to me. I was a bit tipsy already, and got destracted talking to Barbara. There were about 6 other guys and 4 or 5 other girls in my cabin at this time. I noticed Christine come back from my cubbie and sit behind me. I paid her no mind and continued talking to her friend Barbara.

All of a sudden I heard the sound of tape being pulled, and the next thing I knew, tape was being rapped around my biceps and chest. I lifted my hands to try and remove it, however Barbara grabbed my wrists, and Christine continued rapping me with tape at a fast pace. However the role ran out of tape. At this point my friends were all laughing at me, 1 said, "look Jason's getting tied up, what a pu$$y." I realised I was looking foolish in front of my friends, so I ripped the 5 or so strands of tape off of my chest and biceps.

At this point I wanted to leave with Christine, because for some-reason this turned me on. I had a couple of joints in my pocket, so I wispered to her, "do you wonna blaze a spliff," and she smiled and replied, "yes lets go." So we went on the walk and THE JOURNEY BEGAN.

We walked through the forest and blazed the spiff. She was telling me about her personal life and what not. When the spliff was done we made eye contact and began making out. I told said "we should go somewhere private where we can get it on," and she agreed.

So we walked threw the forrest, and came upon "the playhouse." It was wooden, probably the size of a small gym, and had a stage. This is where all the 'camp plays' took place. It completly empty, except for a piano and props backstage. She went backstage, and left me sitting on the wooden floor.

Christine came back with a lasso, that was used for a play from about a week ago. The rope was white, braided, and very thin. And then she popped the question, "have you ever been tied up?" I answered "no have you?" She said, "my older brother use to tie me up and I tie up my younger brother and sometimes my friends for fun."

I was standing up at this point, and she told me to put my hands up. So I did, and surprisingly she ravelled the rope around my waist twice. She didn't make it that tight, however it was tight enought that I couldn't squirm out of it. She tied a knot just below my belly-button. 

She then said, "lie on your stomach, and put your hands behind your back." At this point I was kind of hesitant, so I asked, "are you gonna give me some play if I do"? And she answered, "for sure."

So I lied on my stomach and she strattled my legs n pulled the long ends of the rope from under my stomach. I put my hands behind my back and told her "I trust you, don't do anything stupid" She grabbed my ass and said, "don't worry big boy, your in good hands."

She rapped the longer end of the rope around my right wrist very tight and tied an knot. She then did the same with the left wrist, and also tied a knot, so both my wrists were close together. Christine then took the other end of the rope, and along with the longer end, began rapping the rope around both of wrists, and pulling it tight after every two times. For about five times, and then she took the ramining ends of both sides and tied them in knots to the rope around my waist.

I could not believe it! I was unable move my arms! 

She then rolled me onto my stomach, undid my pants, and pulled them off. She then pulled my boxers off too. 

She then said, "I knew you'd like being my hostage, look at how hard you are."

I asked, "well aren't you gonna get naked too?" She replied "only topeless," and took off her tank top and bra. 

She then sat me up on the wooden floor, sat behind me, resting my back on her breast, and began giving me a hand job. I was really enjoying it. All of a sudden I heard voices in the distance from outside. So I turned my head to her, and said jokingly "stop pulling so hard or Im gonna yell for help." She said, "I dare you." 

I guess she knew that I was crazy to enough to, so just as I started to, she covered my mouth with her left hand, as she continued the hand job with her right. Her hands smelled like Strawbarry, from her hand lotion, and she gripped my mouth so tight with her hand for about 30 seconds, my scream were like wispers. I for some reason really enjoyed this, so when she said "be a good boy," and took her hand off, I yelled again, and she hand gagged me with her beautiful hand, for about 2 minutes, and continued jerking me until I came. 

Then she stood up and told me to stand. Grabbed me by my arm and led me on to the stage and asked if I wanted to try on some costumes, and I said "no."

She asked if her hand job was satisying enough for me, and I said "no, I want more," as I got hard again. I asked her if she's ever given a blow job. She was very reluctant at first as I pleaded, so then she came up with an idea.

Christine then said, "I'll only give you a bj, if i can fully tie you up." My hands were still tied behind my back at this point, and I asked, "what do you mean?" and she answered "you'll see."

She went backstage and came back to center stage where I was staning, and she said "ok lie down." She was holding a large card-board box with many contents in-it. So I lied down and watched her empty the contents on to the floor beside me. I asked her "why aren't you gonna use rope?" and she answered "theres none left silly, don't worry, you'll get tied-tight." I saw her pick up a black t-shirt used for one of the plays, and she was holding a box cutter she found. She cut the Shirt in to strands, as I was laying on the stage floor, on my back lying on my tied up hands.

She tied two strands together to form a long kinda rope, and she tied a knot around my right ankle, leaving 2 long ends. She then continuesly rapped both ends around my ankles, the strand going in opposite directions, pulling it very tight after each rap, and finished with a very very tight knot. She did the same for my knees, pulling very tight after each rap, and tying an extremely tight knot.

Christine then went backstage again, and brought out a wooden chair a place it beside me. She helped me get up, and held me up strait as hobbled to the chair. She laid a pair of "yellow" pants from the box on the ground beside me and cut off the leg parts with the box cutter. She tied the legs of the cut up together with a knot and tied a knot around my left elbow. She pulled as much slack as she could around my chest and tied another knot on my right elbow. She then took both ends hanging from my elbows, rapped them acros the end bearings of the chair and tied a knot attached to the back middle bearing of the chair. 

I was almost completely immobilized. At this point I was hypnotised by the beauty of her breasts. I asked "so are you gonna start?" and she replied, "hold on a second." 

She picked up a shorter left over strand of the shirt and a scarf from the box. She stood behind me and said, "we don't want what happened before to happen again do we?"

I paused and asked "what do you mean?" As she said, "you know," she crumpled the strand of shirt in to a ball, I didn't know she was doing this. As I said "no I dont what are you talking about, from behind she shoved the ball of shirt into my mouth, and covered my mouth with her left hand. She learned over with her right hand and picked up the scarf and let go of my mouth. As I tried to get momentum to spit out the shirt, the scarf touched the back of my head quickly and before I could blink, she tied the scarf in a half not over my mouth pulling both ends very tightly. She rapped the scarf back around the back of my head, then over my mouth, back behind my head and tied a knot.

As I sat center stage, completely helpless in the chair Christine went backstage. She took longer then before, I think it was to scare me a bit. She returned with some towels she placed on the stage floor infront of me. She then kneeled on the towels and gave me the blow job of a life time.

Before I could cum, the outsidedoor from backstage creeped open.... 

I was 15 years old at an overnight camp, as C.I.T.. I previously never dreamed or thought about being tied and gaggged, but after this experience it became one mine, if not my favorite fantasy. 

It was the last night of camp and I was in my cabin, in the middle of the wilderness. We had done a lot of activities with the girl CITs so I knew most of them. Me and my cabin mates were drinking, planning on which girls we would spend the night with. At about 10 at night, a group of hotties came into our cabin and began to mingle. There was this girl Christine who I had an eye on, even though we never really talked much through out the summer. She sat on my bed next to me and we began conversating.

Christine was about 5'7, thin with a sexy body, and had long black hair. She was half Chinese and half Irish, and had just broken up with her boyfriend of 2 weeks, 3 days before. When she walked in to a room all the guys would always pay attention, and was considered 1 of the hottest girls in the camp.

When she was on my bed, she turned around and started talking to her friend sitting on the bed beside mine. I got annoyed for some-reason, and noticed her bra-strap was showing through her tank-top, and pulled it back and let it go. 

She said. "OOCH" gave me a look and kept talking. So I did it again, and this time she turned to me and said, "if you do that again, I'm going to tie you up." I laughed and thought to myself what the hell is gonna tie me up with. There was a role of clear electical tape sitting in the front of my cubbie where my clothes were, and I never noticed. So for fun I snapped her bra again. She stood up and said, "I'll be back in a minute." As I waited, her friend Barbara moved over to my bed and started talking to me. I was a bit tipsy already, and got destracted talking to Barbara. There were about 6 other guys and 4 or 5 other girls in my cabin at this time. I noticed Christine come back from my cubbie and sit behind me. I paid her no mind and continued talking to her friend Barbara.

All of a sudden I heard the sound of tape being pulled, and the next thing I knew, tape was being rapped around my biceps and chest. I lifted my hands to try and remove it, however Barbara grabbed my wrists, and Christine continued rapping me with tape at a fast pace. However the role ran out of tape. At this point my friends were all laughing at me, 1 said, "look Jason's getting tied up, what a pu$$y." I realised I was looking foolish in front of my friends, so I ripped the 5 or so strands of tape off of my chest and biceps.

At this point I wanted to leave with Christine, because for some-reason this turned me on. I had a couple of joints in my pocket, so I wispered to her, "do you wonna blaze a spliff," and she smiled and replied, "yes lets go." So we went on the walk and THE JOURNEY BEGAN.

We walked through the forest and blazed the spiff. She was telling me about her personal life and what not. When the spliff was done we made eye contact and began making out. I told said "we should go somewhere private where we can get it on," and she agreed.

So we walked threw the forrest, and came upon "the playhouse." It was wooden, probably the size of a small gym, and had a stage. This is where all the 'camp plays' took place. It completly empty, except for a piano and props backstage. She went backstage, and left me sitting on the wooden floor.

Christine came back with a lasso, that was used for a play from about a week ago. The rope was white, braided, and very thin. And then she popped the question, "have you ever been tied up?" I answered "no have you?" She said, "my older brother use to tie me up and I tie up my younger brother and sometimes my friends for fun."

I was standing up at this point, and she told me to put my hands up. So I did, and surprisingly she ravelled the rope around my waist twice. She didn't make it that tight, however it was tight enought that I couldn't squirm out of it. She tied a knot just below my belly-button. 

She then said, "lie on your stomach, and put your hands behind your back." At this point I was kind of hesitant, so I asked, "are you gonna give me some play if I do"? And she answered, "for sure."

So I lied on my stomach and she strattled my legs n pulled the long ends of the rope from under my stomach. I put my hands behind my back and told her "I trust you, don't do anything stupid" She grabbed my ass and said, "don't worry big boy, your in good hands."

She rapped the longer end of the rope around my right wrist very tight and tied an knot. She then did the same with the left wrist, and also tied a knot, so both my wrists were close together. Christine then took the other end of the rope, and along with the longer end, began rapping the rope around both of wrists, and pulling it tight after every two times. For about five times, and then she took the ramining ends of both sides and tied them in knots to the rope around my waist.

I could not believe it! I was unable move my arms! 

She then rolled me onto my stomach, undid my pants, and pulled them off. She then pulled my boxers off too. 

She then said, "I knew you'd like being my hostage, look at how hard you are."

I asked, "well aren't you gonna get naked too?" She replied "only topeless," and took off her tank top and bra. 

She then sat me up on the wooden floor, sat behind me, resting my back on her breast, and began giving me a hand job. I was really enjoying it. All of a sudden I heard voices in the distance from outside. So I turned my head to her, and said jokingly "stop pulling so hard or Im gonna yell for help." She said, "I dare you." 

I guess she knew that I was crazy to enough to, so just as I started to, she covered my mouth with her left hand, as she continued the hand job with her right. Her hands smelled like Strawbarry, from her hand lotion, and she gripped my mouth so tight with her hand for about 30 seconds, my scream were like wispers. I for some reason really enjoyed this, so when she said "be a good boy," and took her hand off, I yelled again, and she hand gagged me with her beautiful hand, for about 2 minutes, and continued jerking me until I came. 

Then she stood up and told me to stand. Grabbed me by my arm and led me on to the stage and asked if I wanted to try on some costumes, and I said "no."

She asked if her hand job was satisying enough for me, and I said "no, I want more," as I got hard again. I asked her if she's ever given a blow job. She was very reluctant at first as I pleaded, so then she came up with an idea.

Christine then said, "I'll only give you a bj, if i can fully tie you up." My hands were still tied behind my back at this point, and I asked, "what do you mean?" and she answered "you'll see."

She went backstage and came back to center stage where I was staning, and she said "ok lie down." She was holding a large card-board box with many contents in-it. So I lied down and watched her empty the contents on to the floor beside me. I asked her "why aren't you gonna use rope?" and she answered "theres none left silly, don't worry, you'll get tied-tight." I saw her pick up a black t-shirt used for one of the plays, and she was holding a box cutter she found. She cut the Shirt in to strands, as I was laying on the stage floor, on my back lying on my tied up hands.

She tied two strands together to form a long kinda rope, and she tied a knot around my right ankle, leaving 2 long ends. She then continuesly rapped both ends around my ankles, the strand going in opposite directions, pulling it very tight after each rap, and finished with a very very tight knot. She did the same for my knees, pulling very tight after each rap, and tying an extremely tight knot.

Christine then went backstage again, and brought out a wooden chair a place it beside me. She helped me get up, and held me up strait as hobbled to the chair. She laid a pair of "yellow" pants from the box on the ground beside me and cut off the leg parts with the box cutter. She tied the legs of the cut up together with a knot and tied a knot around my left elbow. She pulled as much slack as she could around my chest and tied another knot on my right elbow. She then took both ends hanging from my elbows, rapped them acros the end bearings of the chair and tied a knot attached to the back middle bearing of the chair. 

I was almost completely immobilized. At this point I was hypnotised by the beauty of her breasts. I asked "so are you gonna start?" and she replied, "hold on a second." 

She picked up a shorter left over strand of the shirt and a scarf from the box. She stood behind me and said, "we don't want what happened before to happen again do we?"

I paused and asked "what do you mean?" As she said, "you know," she crumpled the strand of shirt in to a ball, I didn't know she was doing this. As I said "no I dont what are you talking about, from behind she shoved the ball of shirt into my mouth, and covered my mouth with her left hand. She learned over with her right hand and picked up the scarf and let go of my mouth. As I tried to get momentum to spit out the shirt, the scarf touched the back of my head quickly and before I could blink, she tied the scarf in a half not over my mouth pulling both ends very tightly. She rapped the scarf back around the back of my head, then over my mouth, back behind my head and tied a knot.

As I sat center stage, completely helpless in the chair Christine went backstage. She took longer then before, I think it was to scare me a bit. She returned with some towels she placed on the stage floor infront of me. 

She then kneeled on the towels and gave me the blow job of a life time....

"Got something I want to try to put more sizzle in our relationship. More sauce." She said.

I was intrigued to say the least.

She then had me march into the bedroom, take my pants off and then she walked behind me. She guided me to put my hands behind my back and I suddenly felt the sensation of soft silk scarves around my wrists.

She turned me quickly to the front and then placed another scarf over my eyes. I was begining to get excited.

She then pushed me down on the bed, grabbed my right leg and tied my right foot to one bedpost and then my left foot to the opposite bedpost.

I heard her leave the room but she came back quickly. The next thing I FELT was oil being massaged on my thighs and on my private. Erection came on quickly.

Ahhhhhhh. I responded. This is nice. Yeah more sauce. I like this.

She continued by licking me.

"You're the best reds. This is awesome. Ahhhh. This is great. I am at your total mercy."

"You talk too much" was the response from reds. I'll have to do something about that.

Next thing I felt another soft scarf being placed over my mouth. It felt great, but didn't silence me.

"I can still talk!" I exclaimed.

"Oh yeah!" came the response from reds.

She pulled the scarf off my mouth. Untied it from behind my head and then apparently rolled it up and then regagged me this time as a cleave gag. 

More effective but I was still able to mutter.

"I can still talk!"

"Okay. I've had it. Now I'm really going to gag you!" 

The cleave gag came out and now I felt something going into my mouth. I started to close my mouth to stop reds, she reacted by garabbing my Johnson and squeeezing hard. I half laughed and half yelled which gave reds the opportunity she wanted and this object (which turned out to me a panty hose) went way back in my mouth. Then I felt the cleave gag scarf being replaced and then something over that (which turned out to be an ace bandage)
Go ahead---talk now wise guy.

I tried but couldn't even move my jaw or get even a low pitched mmmmph out. I was completely silenced and strange as it may seem, I loved it! It turned me. My erection was now huge. I could feel it.

Reds went back to licking me stopping just when she senses I was going to cum. She knew how to tease. Then she ran her fingers even so lightly over my chest, so softly. It was erotic!

Then she went down to my dick with her other hand getting me again just to before cuming.

Ahhhhhh! I was attempting to say. But I was totally silent. Only I knew what I was trying to say.

Next I heard some voices. Blindfolded, I had no idea who it was. Uggggg! That was the best I could get out.

"Easy then bigboy came an unfamiliar voice. It's going to be okay. Just relax."

Next I felt gentle fingers massaging me from my face to my chest and then thighs and my dick. Then I felt soft lips on my dick and finally the best blow job of my life.

The three girls, Janet, Renee and Theresa slowly approached me with that we're gonna getcha look. Putting my book down, I innocently looked up and said what are you guys gonna do? What's going on?

"This is your initiation day." said Renee holding a pair of panty hose in her hands.

Next thing all three girls rushed me. Janet and Theresa held me while Renee started to tie me up with the panty hose. First my hands, criss crossed behind my back and then my feet. Next thing I felt a dinner towel going over my mouth followed by more panty hose.

There was a knock on the door and in comes the college geek.

"She is all yours Herman. You can handle a tied up woman can't you.?

Hermans glasses started to get steamed up while I struggled to no avail. Why in the world did they bring this wierd geek in. At least they could have brought in Bret or one of the cool guys. But I guess that is why they call it initiation.

Janet, Rennee and Theresa then walked out of the room with "Have fun guys." sarcasm. I wasn't amused.

Surprisingly, the wierd geek turned out to have a lot more virility than I or obviously Renee, Theresa or Janet thought. It backfired and I had one wild night.

And for me, it was the first time I was even tied up...but not the last time.
 

I got her upstairs without a problem and god let me tell you seeing this very nicely dressed hot woman cuffed in my room was almost too much for me at this point. She kinda caught me checking her out and started flirting with me.

Let me stop and describe her at this point. ..... Erika was this gorgeous blond with a small chest but very very fit. Her legs were very strong and athletic looking and she had the bluest eyes and largest mouth Id ever seen. We start chatting as Im looking for cutters and she starts flirting with me saying how much she appreciated this and that she would never forget it. Well being a dumbA$$ i didnt catch on till i was walking up to her and she says.. ."Paul, does seeing me like this excite you?" Part of me wanted to say no not all and be a perfect gentleman but this night I looked at her and said yeah it does erika. You look great. She tells me how nice i look and as Im reaching behind her she kisses me deeply and says "Do you wanna play" Well what could i say at that point except hell yeah. I we started kissing and i started feeling her up. She had a nice little wet spot going so i knew she was enjoying it. Rather than cut the cuffs at this point i just deiced to break the flimsy chair and get her undressed. I kept asking her if this is what she wanted and she said yes. So before I know it i went from finding this girl tied up in lounge to riding her from behind...to her sucking me off. I finally got a friends cuff key from him and got them off but she stayed the night. 

After that night she would pass me in halls and smile and everyone once in awhile she would come over. 

We celebrated our 3 year anniversay this week and couldnt be happier. Had to make up a way we first met though

hope you enjoyed. 
paul

I had been studying for my physics test for four hours straight, and to tell you the truth, I was exhausted just from the reading, not to mention all the writing I had been doing. My hands were cramping, my back ached, my legs were sore, and my head throbbed with the dull pain of an approaching migraine. I was thankful for the interruption when I heard a key in the lock and turned to watch my dorm room door swing slowly open. I grinned widely at the sight of Lisa standing in the door dressed in cut-off denim shorts and a sleeveless white blouse in which she had tied a knot just above her belly button.

“Hey, Lisa.” I said, stretching my arms up as she sauntered across the room, kicking my dirty clothes out of the way. She stood directly behind me and squeezed my shoulders, leaning over to kiss me lightly on the lips. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back, a little more deeply than the first one. Then she pressed her soft bosom against the back of my head and started caressing my face as she leaned over me to get a look at my studying.

“Physics, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said resignedly, knowing that she was going to take a considerable chunk out of my study time. “And I don’t have much time right now, or I’d stop for a bit.”

“You don’t have much time?” She laughed, kissing my neck and pulling away. “Not even for me?”

Lisa and I had been dating for two years, my senior year in high school and now my freshman year in college. She was a Sophomore at the same college, but she hadn’t minded the last two years dating a younger guy. There were only two months between our birthdays. And I certainly hadn’t minded dating a college woman. Lisa had grown from that skinny little girl I had known and played with as an adolescent into the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She had long blonde hair that she wore down and loose, except for a couple of clips high on either side of head to keep it out of her face. She was tall and slender, a real sight to look at for long periods of time, admiring the long firm legs, the tight, trim waist, and the full breasts. There certainly wasn’t much of the little girl I had first known as the little sister of my brother’s best friend. Still, it was hard to do, but I knew I couldn’t take time away from my studies. I had to pass this exam.

“I’m sorry, Lisa. I’ve got to get in two more hours of studying for this midterm. I’ll call you later.”

“You’ll call me later?” she asked incredulously, kneading my shoulders with her sure finger. “I think you should take a break now, and study later.”

I brushed her hands away and turned the page. “I mean it, Lisa. I can’t right now.”

I didn’t even look to see what she was doing, but she moved away for a moment. I barely heard her rustling around, and was so absorbed in my notes that I was actually startled when she grabbed both of my arms and pulled them around over the back of the chair. I felt the cold steel of our handcuffs snapping around my wrists before I could even resist.

“Lisa! What are you doing!” I demanded, but she had spun my desk chair around and much to my surprise she straddled my lap, took my face in both hands and kissed me rather deeply, silencing my protests with her tongue. When she pulled away, she was laughing and I was breathless.

“Isn’t it obvious, Simon? You’ll never learn anything as tense as you are. I’m going help you study.” She got up and began rummaging around in my chest of drawers. I had an idea about what she was looking for, and when she turned around, she was holding several bandanna handkerchiefs in her hand. “But since you’re putting up such a fuss, I guess I just have to kidnap you and help you relax!”

We had been playing these kinds of games for years, and since we started dating they had become part of our, uh, well, part of our more adult playtimes together. It wouldn’t be the first time she had tied me for our mutual pleasure, but it was one of the more inconvenient times. I said as much.

“Come on, Lise! This isn’t funny! I’ve really got to stummmmmppppppphhhhh!” She crammed one of the bandannas into my mouth, stifling my protest as she straddled my lap again and pulled a folded one across my mouth. I grunted some more, bucking lightly up against her as she tightened the gag around my head, and then I started to shout. Not out of protest now—this was part of our game.

“Now Simon, you really have to be quiet! We wouldn’t want your suite mates to hear you screaming!” She smiled sweetly as she folded one of the bandannas up into a thick pad and pressed it against my mouth, and then she took the other and tied it as a wide band around my mouth, covering my face from nose to chin. I yelled into my gag, knowing before it reached my ears that it was barely more than a low moan. Lisa knew how to keep me quiet.

I continued to fight the gag with my mouth, moaning into it as I gnashed my teeth around the cloth between them. Lisa ignored me, using some rope to tie my hands to the chair, then pulling my feet up under it to tie them as well. It was sort of a sitting hog-tie, and it left my legs spread wide apart, which I knew was intentional. The crotch of my jeans bulged rather uncomfortably in this position, and my heart raced with the anticipation of what was coming next. Lisa had first discovered my true love of bondage this way, tying me in a chair as she knelt in front of me. What I had hardly dared to imagine that first time she did it was what I was begging for now through the thick layers of my gag. Lisa didn’t disappoint.

My eyes widened with excitement as she dropped to her knees between mine and fiddled with the buttons on my fly. They ripped open beneath her fingers, and then she was wrapping her cool hand around me, pulling my hard on out of my pants and teasing it with her fingers. “So, Simon,” she said coyly. “Still want me to let you study?”

“MMMMMM-HHHMMMMMMPPPHHHH!” I groaned as she closed her lips around the head of my dick and started doing what she knew I loved, sliding her mouth down the length of me and moaning as if she were as gagged as me. My entire body quivered and shook with excitement, and I was glad for the heavy gag as she finished me off with her mouth, continuing to caress me until long after I was expended. I breathed loudly through my nose, my head ache gone, my stiffness forgotten, and then I watched her get up, wipe her lips with the back of hand and spin me around toward my notes.

“Well, hope that helps, Simon. I’ll see you later.” And in spite of my protests, she walked right out the door.
 

In a prior post I mentioned a college incident with a chic named Reds. She had me spread eagled to my bed, blindfolded and gagged me about three or four times (thanks to my own big mouth about still being able to talk through her prior attempts) It ended with what I thought was the best blow job of my life.

Without going into too much detail, Reds decided to take advantage of my erection. She removed the ace bandage, then the bandana and then pulled the panty hose out of my mouth. Then she asked me how it felt.

Everytime I attempted to speak, Reds would handgag me.

"What did you say, wadja say." Red teased removing her hand allowing me just enough time to start to speak and then quickly handgagging me again and again.

"Looking good" was the response from Reds obviously checking out my johnson (I was still blindfolded)

I could hear Reds going through a bag and then felt it--a damn BALLGAG!

How does that feel, tough guy?" Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmppphhh.

"Can't hear ya. I guess you are a little tongue tied eh?"

Then as earlier, I began to hear voices again.

"Look at Louie. Got the camera April?

I struggled but to know avail.

"Settle down big guy. Wow are you excited" said Reds as she stroked my johnson. It was now bigger than before.

"The first time was for practice, now it's time to have some real fun."

Reds began licking me and sucking me. As before, she would stop just before I would get off. Really tormenting me. Then she would run her fingers down my chest...again and then over my Johnson.

She then loosened the ball gag and again would give me a little time to speak but quickly stick the ballgag back on.
Then she went back to my johnson. She got more oil and rubbed it all over, back to my ballgag and mouth then back to my johnson interspersed with rubbing oil over my chest. She took great pleasure in getting me up but not letting me get off...not yet.

Then for the first time she went for the blindfold. Slightly moving it up and then quickly covering my eyes again.

Reds reached over to the ice bucket she had near the bed ostensibly for drinks and pulled out some pieces of ice rubbing it underneath my outstretched arms, over my chest and over my johnson.

Finally Reds jumped on me and rode me untill we both got off.

Reds was one wild lady. I'm getting an erection j ust remembering that one!

hi everyone , im chris , 19 years old , from uk , last week i kidnapped my g/f vicky , we were watching tv and we saw a lady get kidnapped , thats where it started , vicky then said , " if i get kidnapped , wil you rescue me" i said "of course" 
i then asked her if she wanted to play a kidnap game , she said okay , we got ready , she went upstairs and got changed, she came down with her nightgown on with her undies underneath , "ready" she asked , i nodded , "ok im gonna be an innocent little girl , and your gonna kidnap me and do wat u please" 

we started i cme from behind and handgagged her "keep your mouth shut and no one gets hurt ok" she noded , i then threw her on the sofa , her night gown lifted up and i saw a glimpse of her red thong , i got some pink tape and bent down to seal it on her lips "no dont gag me" she said
"why not"
"cos girls are always getting kidnapped and gagged"
"i know its good aint it" i said back to her i then quickly sealed over her luscious lips . i got some ropes , i kept her gown on , and then tied her body up with her hands to her side , i then got rope and tied it around her waiste the got another bit and tied it around her crotch and then hooked the rope to the rope around her waiste . her eyes lit up and she mmffppped really girly and exitingly , it was because of the crotch tie , she luvs that i kept her like that for twenty minutes , then let her go , she said
" i really loved it wen you tied up my crotch"
then i said "good" she then gave me an evil look and said "when do i get to kidnap you" 
"not today" i said
"tough luck hunny" she replied , she then hand gagged me and then sat me down and took off my trousers and my shirt , i was in my boxers and socks , untill she removed them , i was only in my undrwear after that , vicky stared at my crotch and then came over to me and sat on my lap , she kept strocking my crotch area , then she got up and said "your my sexy lil hostage now darling , im gonna dress you up in my knickers then tie that sexy crotch of yours up"

if u wanna hear the rest let me know 

ps , tina if you want to hear my rude straight jacket stories email me and ill send them too you

It was my first year at college. All my friends had been split up going to different colleges. 

My first few weeks were ok, a bit overwhelming but I started to fit in quite well. Everyone was known for doing practical jokes and all other newbies had their share performed on them. But for some reason I hadn't. I felt quite lucky and made the mistake of boasting and laughing at those who had been caught. I even went as far as to say they would and never could get me. 

Big mistake. 

I was supposed to be going on a date when as I was finished getting ready my new friends came bursting into my room. They jumped me and pinned me to the floor. 

Before I could scream for help I had a dirty old sock stuffed into my mouth and then duct tape wrapped round and round my mouth. It seemed to take ages for me to be gagged, as if they were determined to make it extra hard for me being so cheeky. 

After this, they tied my hands behind my back with rope and then used the duct tape to wrap round my legs. 

I thought they would stop there but as I was always interested in History, and especially Egyption history they went that extra mile and started wrapping the duct tape all round my legs and worked up my body untill they wrapped it round my arms and right up to my neck. I was completely mummified up to my neck. 

They started laughing and teasing me saying they should make me the star of the re-make of the mummy. They left me there most the day taking it in turn to come and wind me up. Even at the night time I was forced to sleep like that in the rooms where everytime I made a noice they dug me in the side to make sure I couldn't fall asleep. 

It didn't end there though as at six in the morning they carried me and dumped me in a very public place where I was discovered when classes resumed on Monday. 

I was then let loose after several photos were taken. I must admit while it was quite a harsh prank, it was quite funny. I was very cocky and deserved it, and would have done the same. 

After this pranks became the order of the day for the rest of our groups college life, always trying to outdo each other. But very little could outdo this hugely embarrasing weekend. 

But it was funny. 

So there I was, sitting at my desk in my college dorm room, handcuffed, tied to the chair, and very thoroughly gagged. My hands were cuffed behind the chair back, and rope had been used to tied them to the metal post that supported the back. My legs were wrapped over the sides of the chair and my feet were bound quite securely up beneath the seat, leaving me in a sort of sitting hog-tie. And my gag, well, that was the real clincher. My mouth had been stuffed with a wadded bandanna, which was tied in place with a folded bandanna stretched between my lips. Then another bandanna had been folded into a thick pad and placed over my mouth, which was bound in place by fourth bandanna that covered my face from nose to chin. Even if I had wanted to draw someone’s attention to help me—which I didn’t—I couldn’t have through that gag. Lisa had known what she was doing. And to top it all off, she had left the front of my pants wide open with all of my business hanging out there for anyone to see. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I knew I was in quite a bind.

She hadn’t been gone very long when I heard the door open, and I craned my neck around to look at her as she came back in. To my horror, it wasn’t her. It was my roommate Chris, who knew absolutely nothing about my little fantasy life. He came through the door and into the room, completely oblivious to me sitting there bound, gagged and exposed as he flipped through a magazine. Then I made a little noise and he looked up.

“Oh my god!” he practically shouted, dropping his magazine and standing there staring at me. “What happened to you?”

“Ummmppphhhhh-mmmmmppphhhhh ammmmmpppphhhhhh!” I said, flashing my eyes at him in exasperation. Still, he just stood there staring.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, just standing there.

I nodded and grunted some more, wishing the idiot would just untie me and get it over with.

“Did you, um, did you do this to yourself, Simon?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face.

I shook my head, glaring at him.

“Oh, so someone else did this to you?

I nodded, thinking how perceptive he was and wishing I was not gagged.

“Well, should I just leave you?” He acted like he was just going to leave and I struggled furiously in my bonds, shouting into the gag. “No? Well, I guess I should help you, huh?” He came over and inspected everything, looking at the way she had tied my hands and feet to the chair. Finally I felt his hand on the side of my face, his fingers slipping the first layer of the gag down and letting the pad fall into my lap. He grinned some more. “Someone wanted to keep you quiet, didn’t they?” I felt like Carey Grant in that old movie Arsenic and Old Lace, where the idiot cop wanted to carry on a conversation with a bound and gagged Grant. I just nodded and “mmmmpppphhhhed” against the gag.

To my great surprise, he left the gag tied tightly around my mouth and instead started untying my legs. I let out a heavy sigh as he released my feet from beneath the chair and stretched them out as he started on my arms. An instant later, I was free except for the handcuffs and the gag. I guess he decided he needed my help to find the key, because he reached up and pulled the cleave from between my lips, plucking the wadded bandanna out and dropping it in the middle of my physics notes. I winced as I realized what that soggy mess was going to my notes.

“So, where’s the key?” he asked, moving around to look at me as I pulled my hands over the chair back and sat forward, wishing I could do something about my open pants.

“It’s over on the dresser, in my coin cup,” I replied.

He moved over to the dresser, and I swiveled to watch him. He had a quizzical half smile on his face and said, “You know, I didn’t know you liked this kind of stuff.” I didn’t quite know what to say, so I said nothing and watched him as he poked around in my coins looking for the key. Finally he found it, and he came over close to me and said, “Turn around and I’ll unlock you.” He did, and an instant later, I was standing up and pulling the fly of my jeans together, buttoning them in a hurry and wondering how I was going to get out of an explanation. To my great surprise, he didn’t even give me time for an explanation.

I felt his hand close around my upper arms, propelling me forward onto the bed. I was only a little more than 5’6”, and he stood a good four inches taller than me. He outweighed me too by about forty pounds, and I knew I was no match for him, whatever he had in mind. So I decided to try and bluff him. “What are you doing?” I said loudly.

“I haven’t tied anyone up in years. Since you seem to like it so well, I thought I’d have a go at it again.” He had my hands behind my back, pinning me to the mattress with a knee across my butt as he lashed my hands together with rope.

“You idiot! Turn me loose!” I shouted, hoping the threat of someone hearing me would stop him. I should have known it wouldn’t, and quite frankly, I should have expected his response. He straddled my legs and clamped his hand over my mouth from behind, silencing my attempted bluff. It hadn’t worked.

“You know, Simon, whoever put that gag in your mouth had the right idea. Only I’ve got something better.” He laughed maliciously as he dropped his hand and pulled the bandanna around my neck back up between my lips and tightened it. It wasn’t a very effective gag, and I shouted around it as he got up and finished by tying my feet, then pulling them into a hogtie. Then he went over to his own dresser and opened a drawer, rummaging around, and when he turned around, I couldn’t believe what he was holding. “Ever used a ball-gag, Simon?” he asked, moving over toward the bed.

“Ungho,” I murmured around the bandanna in my mouth. I had never even seen one in real life, although I had seen lots of them in pictures and stuff. I lay very still and watched him, my pulse racing, my breathing ragged as he sat down on the edge of the bed and tugged the bandanna from my mouth.

“Well, here. Try it.” And he fed me the enormous red ball. His hand was insistent as he wedged it between my teeth, pulling the straps around my head and buckling it almost painfully tight. I moaned, my lips clamped tight around the rubber sphere. “Works, doesn’t it?” he laughed. I could only stare up at him and moan.

The author described how the freshman students were told that their hazing would involve bondage and allowed those who didn't want to participate to opt out. He then went on to describe the hazing which included tying them up overnight and how throughout the semester, some freshman could be seen tied up.

I don't remember all of the details but would appreciate it if anyone can post the story again. 

I have always had a desire to be tied up. My sexual fantasies always involved kidnapping. I yearned to be the submissive victim. I started tying myself up when I was 12. I finally had my first real tie up experience when this year, when I was 21.

My boyfriend was visiting me, and I was in the living room watching TV. Suddenly I felt a hand grab my throat from behind. 

"Don't move, or I'll kill you," my boyfriend said. He knew I have always wanted to be "kidnapped." I was thrilled, and played along. 

"Stand up!" he said. I stood up and he grabbed me by the arms. 

"Put your hands behind your back!" He yanked them together, and began to tie them with rope. Then he tied my ankles together. He ordered me to get down on my knees, and crawl to the bedroom. So I did with much difficulty. I squirmed like a worm to the bedroom. Then he blindfolded me. 

"Get up!" he ordered. I struggled to get up, which was very hard when my hands were behind my back, and I was blindfolded, but I made it. Then he untied my ankles. He pulled my pants down and off. Then he pulled my panties off. He pushed me face down, hard onto the bed, and sat on my back, pinning me down. My hands were still tied behind my back. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. 

"Open your mouth," he ordered. I shook my head, no. "Do it!" he yelled, and he yanked my hair back harder. I opened my mouth in pain and he stuffed my panties into my mouth, and quickly put his hand over my mouth. 

"MMMMmphhhfffff," I yelled. He took a red bandanna and tied it tightly over my mouth. I could not push the panties out. I was blindfolded and gagged. Then he pushed my face down into the bed. He began to untie my wrists. I began to struggle, so he pushed my head down into the mattress again. "You better not try that again." He finally let my head up so I could breath. Then he untied my wrists and rolled me over on my back. 

"Sit up," he demanded. I did. He pulled off my shirt and unhooked my bra. I was completely naked, and I could not see a thing. He pushed me hard back down on the bed onto my back, then he sat on top of my stomach. He grabbed my wrist and tied rope tightly around it, then he tied it to the heaboard. My arm was as stretched out as it could be. I could not move it. Then he did the same with the other wrist. 

He climbed down off of me, then he grabbed my feet and pulled me down as far as I could go, which was not far because I was already stretched out. Then he grabbed one ankle. He stretched my leg all the way to the side as far out and down as it could reach. He tied a rope around it and tied it to the bottom leg of the bed. Then he took my other leg, and stretched it far in the opposite direction. 

"MMMMMMmmmmmmmfffpfhfhh!!!!!" I yelled. I was fully exposed and vulnerable. He tied the other leg to the leg of the bed. I could not move. I could not see. I could not speak.

I had no idea what he was doing. Suddenly, I heard a noise. It was my vibrator. He began running the vibrator against my breasts, teasing me. "MMMMMppppfhhhfhhh" I said in protest and in pleasure. I began struggling against my bonds. "You better cut that out!" he said, and he smacked the vibrator against my breast. "MMMPH!!!" I said.

Then he turned the vibrator off and I heard him leave the room. He returned, and suddenly... "MMMMMPPPHHHH!!!!!!!" Something cold touched me. ICE! He rubbed an icecube all over my body. He circled my nipples until I was screaming through my gag. He rubbed it all over my stomach and up and down my legs until the cube melted. All the while I was screaming. Then I thought that the ice waw gone. Suddenly he grabbed another piece of ice and put it right on my pussy.

"MMMMPMPMMPHHH!HHH!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed! He teased me with it. He opened my outer lips and put the ice cube inside and pinched them tighly over it. It was torture! I screamed and struggeld and bucked my hips. He held his hand over the ice to keep it in place. He finally removed the ice. 

Then he climbed on top of me. "Did you like that, slut?" He asked. "Mppphffhfhf." I said.

He untied my gag, and removed the panties. "I said, did you like that, slut?" he asked again.

"Yes." I said, meekly.

"Say, yes sir." he said.

"Yes, sir." I said.

"Why did you like it?" he asked.

"sir?"

"You're a slut, aren't you?"

"Yes..."

"Say it. You're a slut."

"I'm a slut."

"Who's slut?"

"I'm your slut, sir."

"That's what I thought," he said. "Now open your mouth."

I did as he said.

"Take my cock," he said.

"Mmmm mmm" I closed my mouth and shook my head no.

He grabbed my face roughly by the sides of my mouth and squeezed. "I SAID open your MOUTH!" he yelled and squeezed the sides of my face. I opened my mouth and he climbed on top of me and pushed his cock inside my mouth.

"Mmmmphhhh" I protested.

"If you bite me, I'll kill you," he said.

"Mmmph" I whimpered meekly. 

"Now act like you enjoy it." 

I did as he said, and he finally removed himself from my mouth.

"Since you protested so much" he said, "I'm going to have to punish you."

"nooo!" I yelled.

"Yes!" he said. He crammed the wad of panties back into my mouth and pushed them in until I nearly gagged. THen he retied the bandanna TIGHTLY around my head, securing the panties. "MMMMMMppppfhfhfhfh" I said. 

He left the room for a short moment and then returned. "I have your punishment," he said. Then he whispered into my ear. "Clothespins."

"MMMMMPPPHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He laughed. Then he placed a clothespin on my right nipple. "MMMPPHPHHHHH!!!!!!!!" It was a great sensation of pain. I thrust my body around as much as I could since I was tied tightly, spread eagle on the bed. Suddenly he grabbed my left breast and placed another closthespin on my left nipple. "MMMMMPHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" I began to scream and whimper.

"Oh, I'm not done yet." he said. He slapped my pussy with his hand. I jerked in reaction. "MPPH!!" He placed a tight clothespin on my outer lip. I screamed in pain! It was so tight. It was driving me insane. I was almost crying. (Yet i was definitely enjoying the whole thing.) He placed one on the other side as well. Then he flicked them, and flicked them, and FLICKED THEM until I was crying out for him to stop through my gag, "MMMFFH!!! MMMPFHFH!! MFMPFFH!!!!!"

"You want me to stop?" he said. "Hmmmm.. I don't know. You need to learn how to be a good girl. I don't want to hear you make a sound while I do this. Not a sound."

He proceeded to add two clothespins. One to each side. Then he took some tape and taped them down to my thighs, opening my pussy wide. I was so vulnerable. It took every ounce not to make a sound.

Then he slid his finger into my vagina, and pulled it out. Then he flicked my clit with his fingers. "MPPH!!!" I yelled at the sudden sensation.

"I told you not to make a sound." He pinched my clit with his fingers. "MMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!!" 

"That is your punishment" he said, and released my clit. "Now, let's see. If you can continue to be quiet, I will reward you."

He placed three more clothespins on each breast. He flicked them back and forth. I wanted to cry out, but I didn't want to risk another painful flick to the clit. Then he pulled each clothespin of my breasts, one by one. I struggled and squirmed in pain, but i did ont make a sound. Then he removed the clothespins from my pussy.

"Allright." He said. "You've been a good girl. It's time for your reward." 

"Mmmmphhhh" I said thankfully.

He put his finger inside my vagina and wettened it. Then he began to rub his finger over my clit softly. "MMMmmmmmphhhhh" I moaned in pleasure.

"You like that slut?" he asked.

"Mmmmmmphmmmmmm" I said.

Then he removed his finger and he placed the tip of my vibrator on my clit. The vibrator was not turned on. He had somehow tied it with long ribbon or material. He tied the ends of the ribbon to my thighs, holding the vibrator in place against my clit. Then he tied a piece of rope around my waist. He took the belt of a robe and tied it to the front of the rope that was encircling my waist. Then he pulled it down over the vibrator and pulled it through my legs, and behind my butt. Then he pulled it over the rope around my waist, and back down through my legs and over the vibrator. This pressed the vibrator very tightly against my clit. Then he pulled the end of the rope throught the rope on my waist very tightly. Then he pushed my head up as far as it would push, and he looped the rope around the back of my neck and back down through the waist rope. Now I could lay my head down all the way without pulling the rope and the vibrator uncomfortable agains me.

Then he turned the vibrator on low.

"Mmmmmmphhhhhhhhhhhh." I moaned long and deep. 

"Ah you like that, eh? Let's see how you like this."

Suddenly he turned the vibrator on the highest setting.

MMPPPHFHFFHFMMMPFHFHFH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed as the sensaton over came me. Orgasm after orgasm raced through me until I begged him to turn it off through my gag. "MPFHFHF MPFHFHFH!!!" I cried!

"Had enough sweetie?" he said gently as he turned the vibrator off. He untied all the crotch ropes and removed the vibrator. He patted my pussy gently, then removed the ropes around my ankles. He removed the roeps from my wrists then he removed my gag and took the panties from my mouth. He brought a cup of water to my lips. I drank it as he pulled off the blind fold. He put the cup on the table by the bed and looked into my eyes.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too."

He pulled the covers up over us and we snuggled and talked for the rest of the night.

I will never forget the time that he made my lifelong sexual fantasies become real.

Freshman / Sophomore Wars

There was great excitement on the day of registration of Freshmen. Students who were freshmen were required to wear a little beanie cap. A great many were complete strangers to Seattle having come from all parts of the state.

There was an old tradition that the Freshmen and Sophomores were to have a "tie-up" on the last night before school started. I don't know where or when the deal originated. After dark on a big field a large fire was lit. All Sophomores and all Freshmen gathered in two armies facing each other about 50 feet apart. A great crowd of spectators surrounded the 2 armies.

All soldiers were supplied with pieces of light rope. The object was for the freshmen and sophomores to attempt to tie each other up. A period of 30 minutes was allowed. The side which tied up the most men won. The sophomores were handicapped in that they had considerably less men. They tried to overcome this handicap as follows:

During the entire day groups of sophomores with cars drove about, kidnapping freshmen, identified by their beanies. These were hauled to an old deserted factory building, whose windows were boarded over. The doors were securely locked. As the prisoners were hauled in they were securely tied and laid in rows on the floor. Guards watched so that none could escape. The whole matter was kept as secret as possible.

Word was passed among all the freshmen that in order to concentrate them together, all should meet at the King St. RR station at a given hour in the evening. From there streetcars were provided without charge. They were packed full and the roofs covered as well. The plan was to get everyone to the U at the correct time for the fight.

In the meantime in some way word had gotten out that about 100 freshmen were tied up in the old building. Plans were changed and the street cars directed to the building. The streetcar drivers were told to wait while a great mob got out and proceeded to the prison. I remember excitement as we marched quietly toward the building. It was quite dark and not a sound was heard. I doubted that there was anyone there. We found the doors locked, but a great gang of us, seeing a long street car rail, picked it up and using it as a battering ram, soon smashed the door down.

Then all hell broke loose. As we crowded into the building we were attacked by a gang of sophomores. We outnumbered them, stormed upstairs and found all the prisoners securely tied. It did not take long to release them. All worked well except that one boy fell over a banister and broke his leg.

We now all rushed back, boarded the street cars and proceeded to the U. In the meantime every freshman had been given a bachelor's button which he clipped to the back of his pants. This was to identify the freshmen to each other.

The two armies were lined up facing each other and when all was ready, a shot was fired. I will never forget the sight of the 2 walls of men approaching each other faster and faster. In a few seconds there was the collision, and the ground was covered with rolling, squirming, kicking bodies, struggling to tie each other up. I called on some boys to charge with me and we all leaped on a big football player. He fought like mad but we overpowered him. I took a hammerlock on his arm, and he yelled and cursed me, an threatened to get me sometime. I told him to quit struggling or I would break his arm. We got him well tied, dragged him aside and attacked again. There was a little trouble when we found some sophomores crawling about the tied ones and cutting them loose. At the end of ½ hour the freshmen were declared the winners and everyone went home.

There was some criticism about breaking the boy's leg, and it was decided that there would be no more tieups.

I was wondering if you could help me locate the story about the freshmen and seniors hazing that I mentioned in my previous post. The story was authored by PC. It is most likely to be in your archives in the May 2001 timeframe.

Any help would be greatly appreciated. 

Im the captain of my Girls soccer team, and like all teams we have a freshman initiation. Usually, its just for freshman, but this year we had a new transfer student, a junior named Amber. One day after practice i had to give Amber a ride home to her dorm and we were going to go out to the movies with a couple of girls on the team. I sat in her room while she took a shower when i accedently opened the closet (accendently :-) ) . In a bag at the top of the closet there were all sorts of what things like rope and ball gags and duct tape. At first i didnt know what they were for so when i got home i looked it up and it gave me the perfect idea.
We have only have two freshman on the team. Both of them are blonde about 5 6 and are very pretty girls.Lexis the preppy girl who always wears the polo shirts, like she was today. Lisa also is the same way but she wears the more golf type shirt kind of things. Me and the other seniors got a key to Lexis apartment from her roommate. Lexi came home at about 3:45 to get ready for practice when she was ambushed by 3 of us. we had the lights off so she couldnt see a thing. We blindfolded her with a peice of black cloth, and tied her wrists and ankles with white clothesline. I then put a white cloth cleave gag in her mouth and we carried her out to a van we rented and threw her in the back and drove off. 
Lisa was the next one up and she was already at the field so we had to get over their before she got ready. When we pulled up we saw her walking into the locker room with her bag so we rushed in after her. I was the first to walk in and she was just kicking off her black heels and unbuttoning her jeans. I grabbed her from behind and hand gaged her while the other girls ran up and tied her. she got tied the same way Lexi did and got the same blindfold. We shoved a pair of her dirty underwear from her locker in her mouth and taped it shut. I mean cmon, she is a freshman.

Im the captain of my Girls soccer team, and like all teams we have a freshman initiation. Usually, its just for freshman, but this year we had a new transfer student, a junior named Amber. One day after practice i had to give Amber a ride home to her dorm and we were going to go out to the movies with a couple of girls on the team. I sat in her room while she took a shower when i accedently opened the closet (accendently :-) ) . In a bag at the top of the closet there were all sorts of what things like rope and ball gags and duct tape. At first i didnt know what they were for so when i got home i looked it up and it gave me the perfect idea.
We have only have two freshman on the team. Both of them are blonde about 5 6 and are very pretty girls.Lexis the preppy girl who always wears the polo shirts, like she was today. Lisa also is the same way but she wears the more golf type shirt kind of things. Me and the other seniors got a key to Lexis apartment from her roommate. Lexi came home at about 3:45 to get ready for practice when she was ambushed by 3 of us. we had the lights off so she couldnt see a thing. We blindfolded her with a peice of black cloth, and tied her wrists and ankles with white clothesline. I then put a white cloth cleave gag in her mouth and we carried her out to a van we rented and threw her in the back and drove off. 
Lisa was the next one up and she was already at the field so we had to get over their before she got ready. When we pulled up we saw her walking into the locker room with her bag so we rushed in after her. I was the first to walk in and she was just kicking off her black heels and unbuttoning her jeans. I grabbed her from behind and hand gaged her while the other girls ran up and tied her. she got tied the same way Lexi did and got the same blindfold. We shoved a pair of her dirty underwear from her locker in her mouth and taped it shut. I mean cmon, she is a freshman.
We had both of the captives secured and took them back to my apartment for safe keeping.We had one more person who needed to join the party though. Amber. 

To be continued....

Amber came over to my apartment and knocked on the door. When i opened it she saw that Lexi and Lisa were sitting next to eachother on the couch still bound . "yes, what can i do to help" she asked me. " Well, first, your going to join them". The entire team wrestled her to the ground than into a chair. We tied her ankles to each of the legs of the chairs and the same with her shins. She got her wrists tied behind her back and her arms pinned to her sides and wrapped around the chair above and below here breasts with white clothesline. It was almost exactly the same thing as a picture in one of the magazines i stole out of her closet.
" What the hell am i getting tied for im not a freshman."
"Yeah but you are new"
" So its called freshman initiation for a reason"
"Oh Shutup its not like you dont like it anyway" 
All of the girls started laughing and her face turned bright red as she knew she had been caught. She got a ballgag into her mouth after that and we took a couple of pictures of her tied to use as blackmail. Then we let her go and help us with the freshman.
WE did aall the normal stuff to the freshman that most do in hazing. We had lisa and lexi eat some nasty food we made while still blindfolded (tuna fish and peanut butter, stuff like that) which was pretty funny. In the end we left wrapped them face to face in duck tape and left them there for about 3 hours as we went out and practiced.

Hilarious stuff 
 

I frequently hypnotized a girl friend in college, but it wasn't part of any love-life between us. We were trying to do psychic research. Eventually she left me, growing much more interested in the boss at her summer job. Although I really missed her friendship, I discovered that other girls seemed interested in me hypnotizing them, apparently as an "innocent" way for me to have complete control over them, with some sort of romantic/erotic curiosity.

I soon discovered that romance-and-hypnosis was kind of dreary. Hypnosis is all about telling someone what to do and think and feel. Can you compare that to being alone with a tied-up girl? The LAST thing you'd think of is telling her what to do or think or feel! (Regardless of your own gender)

It's much more fun to watch her struggle with those issues, in her own cute, quiet way.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. So, I stopped hypnotizing a new friend I'd recently become close with, hoping she and I would develop a "normal" love life, and this led to my first tying experience.

Sarah said she understood about not wanting to do hypnosis, but she sensed that deep inside, both of us wanted something more fun. Then one night, we're lying in bed together, half asleep, and she gets out of bed without saying anything and walks out. I can hear her rummaging through one of her kitchen drawers, but I don't see her when she returns, being on my stomach, facing away.

But after she climbs back under the covers, I suddenly feel her pulling my arms behind my back, crossing my wrists and wrapping them with rope! And she was acting very strange, not saying a single word, maybe thinking I was still asleep, though I was starting to waken.

I completely woke up when she pulled my underwear off, and having tied my wrists, she then spent the next five minutes slowly tying various other parts of me. She didn't seem at all like the girl I thought I knew. She wasn't saying a single word, though by now she knew I was quite awake. She went about looping and knotting in a very nonchalant manner, like the neighbor lady in my childhood used to tie her tomato plants to garden stakes. Some of Sarah's tying seemed pointless or redundant, as if she got some sort of pleasure out of decorating parts of me with ropes and knots.

When finally finished, she rolled back over onto her side of the bed, facing out, starting to fall back asleep without a word. I lay there in the darkness, knowing for the first time how it felt to be tied. I could feel my heart beating, but I'm not sure why.

"Oh great", I thought. "What am I supposed to do now?" She'd used enough clothesline that I must have looked like rope art. Since she hadn't tied me to the bed, I felt reassured that I could make it to the bathroom and back if I needed a midnight pit stop. But in the dark silence, the idea came that this would probably entail some sort of noisy hopping, crawling, rolling, or maybe all of the above plus falling over, which would probably wake up her roomate, Lynne.

At first I felt OK if Lynne discovered me in the hallway like this, since she and I had shared a really sweet, mysterious closeness for a few weeks. But late at night, being fully exposed, I started to worry that maybe I'd misunderstood just exactly how Lynne had felt about my recent drift toward Sarah. Was she harboring a grudge? Had she put Sarah up to this so that she could have her own private fun toying with me? Private? Hell - I thought we'd heard A GUY with her in there behind her closed door.

Fortunately, I'd recently been to the bathroom, so this was not an urgent matter. I deperately wanted to know what was going on in Sarah's mind (if she was even still awake). Something about her silent treatment made me feel that I'd better act just as nonchalantly as her, like: "ho-hum, she does seem to have her funny moods sometimes".

But then again, this might mean I'd be nonchalantly hopping and bouncing around their apartment till Wednesday or Thursday, being spoon-fed and drinking Lynne's coffee through a straw (Sarah drinks tea). I grew really paranoid remembering some sarcastic remarks I'd made to Lynne about her coffee.

I began to quietly struggle against the ropes. Struggle is NOT nonchalant, so I needed to wait until a car drove by to provide some noise, thinking, if she couldn't hear me struggle, then maybe she'd believe I accept whatever she does, whatever her mood, as a sign I really admired her. This might be difficult, as the traffic was thinning out for the night.

Worse yet, I could tell that she was faking her sleep, doing a very light snore which I knew wasn't real, and this was even more bothersome: Why was she faking to be asleep? This was TOO weird, not the Sarah I thought I knew.

Finally, a car rolled by below, and I pulled a bit against the ropes around my wrists. To my surprise, they weren't too tight, and I was fairly sure I could get free. But now I was a bit confused: Sarah is really smart and rarely makes mistakes. Is this what she'd intended? Or, if she discovered I was getting free, might she simply tighten the ropes?

After pondering my limited options for a few moments, I rolled over towards her and asked "Umm, am I supposed to try to get free here, or what?"

"You can do whatever you want" she replied in a monotone suggesting she was half asleep and maybe a little annoyed.

Yeah, right! I could barely move, let alone stand in my naked radiance, and she says I can do what-EVER I want. But after some twisting and pulling, I eventually got my hands free. I'm sure she heard this, but she didn't budge as I spent the next few minutes untying all the other knots. (WHAT was she thinking when she tied THIS one?)

In the end, I was sitting up on the edge of the bed with a lot of loose rope, looking over at Sarah in the dim light, still acting asleep and facing away. My own commotion had pulled the covers partly off her, and I stared at the soft lines of her back tapering down to her waist and hips still warmed by the covers.

I couldn't resist temptation. I took a couple of rope-ends in my teeth, leaned over and grabbed both of her wrists. I don't know any good way to convey the remaining details, but I can tell you the night was very sweet and perhaps the most memorable we ever had. Not surprisingly, rope became a very noticeable part of our relationship, and I'm happy to say it never grew past that: simple cotton clothesline, and none of our friends ever noticed rope-marks.

I never asked her what she had intended, that night she'd rummaged for rope in her kitchen, but as I look back, I'm pretty sure she simply wanted to be tied, and simply couldn't find a better way to let me know.

TiedEyes, Boston

Antonio,

Thanks so much about Dec 18! I may be encouraged someday to write about the LAST time I ever tied up Sarah.

To answer your question: Umm, no. I thought I explained this - I found myself in tying affairs because I was losing interest in hypnotizing girls. So I never tied a girl up and hypnotized her, together. In fact, I didn't even think of it.

But now you've got me wondering: Would I ever want to try this?

As I think about it, the answer still seems to be "No", because these two activities kind of contradict each other.

For me, hypnosis was all about deep co-operation, moment by moment, requiring a close harmony between two minds. I loved it, at first. Girls are better at this than guys. Still, the excitement fades away if you're always co-operating in such a team effort. Dunno why. (I've been told that really co-operative marriages aren't too exciting, either.)

But, being tied-up and helpless is completely the opposite, at least for girls. Yeah, there may be co-operation or "consent" at the very start, but after that, the only option is to enjoy your predicament.

Well, "Mmmmmmpphh!" is a second option, but just barely.

Am I wrong, girls?

I don't have any exciting hypnosis experiences like what's on these canuck100 pages. As I've mentioned above: I moved away from fun hypnosis because really DEEP trances are rather subdued. Most of the exciting stuff you see with stage hypnotists is real enough, but rather light - the sort that "burns off" during anything that would get my pulse up.

(Of course, maybe I'm clueless: I've met chics who feel really ready when they're down in qualudes, and I just don't get it.)

[ This is TOO WEIRD: A few hours after posting on Dec 18, I met an attractive medical hypnotist. I suspect she was trying to hypnotize me, or at least her really-intense blue eyes were having that effect on me. Of course, it didn't happen: it was way too crowded and noisy around the jacuzzi at my health club. Strange coincidence, or what? ]

But, just because I don't have much here about hypnosis doesn't mean you don't!

C'mon, tell us what you're up to. What kind of stories are you looking to put on your site? When ya gonna share your URL? What excites you about hypnosis?
 

But for me, as hypnotist, excitement is lacking here. It's not something "that would get my pulse up."

Maybe everyone should ask him/herself the question: Do I love intimate play where the excitement comes to only one player?

For myself, the answer is the same whether I am the controller or the controlled.

Sorry but my sight wont make it i think. I wanted to make a nice sight to maby mirror this one but noone is sending me any stories so it wont fly now.

Is there anyone from the UK out there who'd like to be in touch via email about tying up/gagging stories, especially with duct/gaffer tape? I am feeling a bit isolated here in the UK and would love to be in touch with others. THere again if anyone from wherever you are in the world 
wants to email me please do!

Take care everyone

Simon
 

Simon, if ya wanan be e-mail pals with stories and such with me just e-mial me at jdd2003@ltlink.com That also goes for any guy or girl who wants to be e-mail pals with stories or jsut be friends.

Jer